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rorimoon9597 · 10 months ago

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If he was known for anything, it would be his emotional maturity. Because when Pidge and Keith both floundered with refugees of all ages, Lance, Allura, Shiro, Coran and Hunk would be going around and offering comfort and a break, however small, from their troubles. It was something that came naturally to him from having such a big family.

So when Keith disappeared for two weeks without any trace after the Kral Zera, he freaked out. It was annoying for his friends, and only Coran was able to listen to his panicked rambling every single time.

Then Keith came back, and he didn't spare the details of his travelling, just that he ended up befriending a wolf that could teleport. They fought Lotor, and found out that Shiro was actually a clone and oh gods, his head hurt from all of that.

So now they were on a planet that Coran suggested they stopped on to recharge as much as possible and to relax. They were going to be heading back to Earth soon, which was exciting. Lance hadn't seen his family in so long. He wanted to introduce them to his boyfriend. He wanted to tell Adam that he finally got a boyfriend. Adam would be so proud!

But they needed to sort something out. Namely, why the hell didn't Keith call?

So Lance stood and stretched. eyes darted to him, including Shiro's eyes that had that fatherly look in them.

"Well, I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed now. Night," he said with a little wave. He walked to Red, who bent down to let him in. He could hear the others behind him, murmuring their goodnights except for Keith.

Lance went about his nightly routine, waiting for Keith to join him. It took a few minutes, in which he washed his face and changed into his pajamas, for the man to show up.

Keith was wearing his own pajamas, the wolf behind him. He walked up to Lance and wrapped his arms around him. The both of them relaxed, melting into each other. The wolf went to explore Red's interior, sniffing at things before moving on.

"I missed you," Keith whispered. His voice was deeper, and it sent shivers down Lance's spine.

"I missed you too... Why didn't you call?" He asked. He was prepared for a fight involving Keith being unable to talk at all.

"The quantum abyss didn't have reception," Keith said. Lance frowned.

"Quantum abyss?" He asked. He turned around to see Keith properly. "What is that?"

"It's where we found the planet that Lotor moved the Alteans to. If you're not careful, you can get pulled apart, atom by atom. It nearly happened to me once. Mom saved me from that." Lance gaped at Keith like a fish.

"You- what?"

"I know it sounds bad, but we were able to get to safety. There were these things that had their own ecosystem. They produced enough oxygen for humans to breathe, so Mom and I stayed on one of those while we were traveling," Keith explained. He rubbed circles into Lance's hips.

"What else happened?" Lance asked.

"There was a time dilation. So... Mom and I spent two years there." That truly made Lance's jaw drop. He looked at his boyfriend again, taking in how Keith's jaw was more defined, how his hair was longer and how he was taller now. He was taller than Lance, which meant that Keith was close to Hunk's height. That man was near six foot.

"Holy shit, you're- you aged two years while you were there?" He said.

"Yeah." Keith was watching him.

"You've changed," Lance observed, his voice soft. Keith's eyes grew... sad, almost.

"I have," he agreed. Lance smiled.

"I like these changes, you know," he said nonchalantly as he ran his hands up and down Keith's arms, feeling the newly developed muscles. They weren't like Shiro's, but they were definitely more prominent than before Keith left for the- what was it, quantum abyss?

"You do?" Keith asked. Lance swallowed. Keith's voice was going to be the death of him.

"I do," he replied. He rested his hands on Keith's chest, letting himself feel the faint thumping of Keith's heart. "You're taller than me, now, for one."

"So you like my height?"

"I like you, so I like everything about you," Lance replied, feeling satisfaction as Keith's skin colored just a bit. "Your voice is deeper as well, you know. It's hot." His arms moved to rest on Keith's shoulders, hand connecting behind black hair. Keith smirked and leaned in close.

"You like my voice, darling?" He asked. The Texas accent that Keith only spoke in when he wanted to came through, sounding better with the deeper voice.

"Shut up," Lance said. He pulled Keith into a kiss that he'd been waiting for since he first saw Keith on that screen. Keith hummed into it.

It was- it was the best kiss, for some reason. Perhaps it was because they hadn't seen each other in two weeks - at least, for Lance it was two weeks. For Keith it was two years.

"Why did you brush me off earlier? At the castle?" Lance asked when he pulled away. Keith's eyes were sad. Like, genuinely sad.

"I'm sorry, Lance. I had a mission, and I had complete the mission or else I probably would have decided to ignore it completely in favor of holding you. I... I knew that I'd do that, and I couldn't, because Allura needed to know and we needed to get revenge for all of those Alteans and stop Lotor," Keith said. Lance nodded, unable to say anything. He pressed another kiss to Keith's lips.

"I understand, cariño. It just threw me off a bit there, y'know?"

"Are you actually okay, Lance?" He paused at the question. Normally, it would take longer for Keith to ask that. Lance studied his boyfriend, ignoring the fact that they were both studying each other.

"I'm better now that you're here," he replied honestly. Keith studied him a bit longer, but eventually smiled.

"I'm glad. The past..."

"Two weeks," Lance supplied helpfully.

"It's only been two weeks for you guys?" Keith asked, surprised.

"Yes. Now, you were saying?" Keith smiled and shook his head.

"The past couple of weeks must have been hard for you, yeah?"

"The two years you spent with only your mom and your cosmic, teleporting wolf must have been hard for you. Hey, that's a good idea!"

"What is?"

"Kosmo!"

"Kos... mo..?" Lance pointed at the wolf, who tilted its head.

"Kosmo!" He said again. Keith blinked at Lance, then at the wolf. Then he turned to face Lance again.

"I guess. We'll have to see if he likes it, though." Lance turned to face the wolf.

"How's that sound, huh? Kosmo?" The wolf wagged its tail, then teleported over to them for pets.

"Alright... I guess his name is Kosmo now," Keith agreed. Lance grinned.

"Yep. And... I've been separated from you for far too long. So... what do you say cariño?" Lance asked, a grin on his face. Keith grinned back at him.

"Sure," he said. Red grumbled in the back of Lance's mind then retreated, leaving the two to their own devices. Kosmo, reading the air of the room, also disappeared.

________

"Do you want to know what I like the best about this newer version of you?" Lance asked. He traced patterns onto Keith's skin.

"What's your favourite thing?" Keith asked. Lance rested his head in the crook of Keith's neck, shivering slightly at the touch of his hand on his back.

"How you've grown emotionally," Lance replied. Keith hummed in response, encouraging Lance to keep going. "I like how you're able to talk about things much better now. The only reason why it took you so long to talk to me this time is because of the fighting, and Shiro too. But you didn't run from talking about things this time, and you apologized without me prompting."

"Mom helped me with that. We bonded a lot during our two years on that creature," Keith replied. Lance listened. He'd always liked the sound of Keith's voice, but he loved it now. The way it rumbled was comforting to Lance.

"I'm glad that you found her," Lance said.

"I'm glad that I found her, too," Keith agreed. "It was weird at first, y'know? How do you talk to a parent that's been absent for most of your life? But I learned about her story, how she met my dad and fell in love with him, how they found Blue and kept her as safe as possible. How Dad had to help Mom give birth which he had experience in. Did you know that he helped deliver babies when the mothers couldn't get to the hospital?"

"He did?"

"Yeah, so he knew what he was doing. Man, that would've been weird to explain. But Mom and I grew closer. We saw visions while we were there, in the quantum abyss."

"What did you see?"

"Us," Keith replied and oh, that was so sweet.

"Tell me," Lance said. And Keith indulged him, telling him of the things he saw. Shiro and Adam getting married and adopting two Altean children. Hunk and Shay getting together, them with a Galra child.

He told him of Matt's future wife and kids, how chaotic they were and how Pidge appeared to be a good aunt. He told Lance about Silvio becoming a cadet at the Garrison.

Then Keith told Lance about the two of them; the girl who looked like them combined that bought crystals that looked like fire and water, about her twin brother who looked like Keith more than Lance but cracked similar jokes to him. About the flying fox creature, about their wedding, how they would rebuild Keith's childhood home for the four of them and visitors.

And Lance listened, letting himself be lulled to sleep by Keith's voice.

When Keith noticed, he smiled. He pressed a kiss to Lance's hair.

"Goodnight, Lance. I love you, so, so much," he whispered.

#voltron #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #princess allura #hunk garrett #coran #pidge holt #krolia #romelle #klance

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radioactive-earthshine · 9 months ago

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Political Thriller AUs..... where the Arranged Marriages are more lethal than the cyanide-laced donuts. How are you feeling around this AU?

10/10

Arranged Marriage AUs or Betrothal AUs are sort of a weakness of mine particularly when the author is wise enough to include more of the political reasons behind the union rather than "force my idiots to fall in love" which is the common path a lot of these AUs take. It's not a BAD direction and I do sometimes want to see End Game of my idiots falling in love but that's not necessarily what's important.

It's the why, what is this world, what are the stakes, what's going to be broken if one, or both REFUSE, do they have other people they want to marry etc.

There's a lot you can do with these AUs other than "teehee they had no choice but to fall in love"

As for who I would do this to I have a Konbart one pingponging in my head that the concept is Krypton never was destroyed, Tomar-Re managed to stabilize the planet and save them all, but Jor El sent Clark to Earth anyway because he was certain it was going to happen, and the fallout afterwards was a lot of political upheaval and he was caught in the crossfire and was murdered (possibly by Dru). Things unfold more or less identically except Clark finds out where he is from, that they are all alive, has his own adventures there as a adopted child meeting the bio fam and their culture some 25 years later, meets his mom who did manage to survive the post-near-apocalyptic event. He has a lot of inner struggles of 'what is home' and knows in his heart it is with the Kents and his mom knows this too.

Eventually Kon comes along, but he's created on Krypton, not on Earth, as a sort of co-opt project between planets. Krypton wanted a way to try to genetically engineer Kryptonians to be able to have their powers AND live in any environment regardless if they have a red sun. Earth was needed because Krypton does not have as advanced of knowledge on genetic manipulation as Earth does, and use with the Earth Metagene was something even their own geneticists were curious about. The only way they were able to do this was cooperation between planetary governments. Kon was a secret side project that when exposed blew up because 1.) they used Kal's dna 2.) they were successful and 3.) they have a fucking clone running around and Krypton had actively BANNED cloning due to the last time they dabbled it and it ended badly.

Clark finds out about this clone and storms there like WTF - It's a mess. There's back and forth bs on what to do with him - some politicians are just 'kill it' but most are 'well no hold up, he actually has some intriguing abilities, we can use this!' Meanwhile Clark is just - 'sort this out, now, or I'm taking him to Earth.'

So they agree, he is an El, so he is released to Lara to protect and raise. Lara by now has high status (for now) and power under her so while critics might grumble, there is nothing they can do less they be shot off to the Phantom Zone.

Things settle down, but only so much.

Earth starts becoming a bigger presence in the interstellar community, Krypton is ever paranoid that Kal on Earth with an endless supply of Metas is a threat to them and so tensions begin to rise.

Some of the more warmongering Kryptonians want to conquer Earth, its conditions are ripe for them to be as their ancestors should have been under a young sun, and humans are soft and need help from aliens and only a spare few of their own kind are even worthy their grace as something approximating equal (metas, Amazons etc).

Clark knows if he just evacs Kon and Lara from the growing tensions on Krypton it would send a message to various Kryptonian politicians that Earth just may be that shady after all and Clark really is plotting against them so he works with his mother to try to find a solution. What would make the tension lesson so diplomacy talks could go positively.

Lara suggests an arranged marriage, because nothing makes Kryptonian's more excited than the prospect of legally bound by blood and law cooperation.

Clark says no before he even hears who or why. Lara persists and explains that while he, who was raised among people that do not partake in arranged marriages, and he who has a very singular mindset of what a marriage should be, arranged marriages are common among Krypton and nothing will show the wide majority of their people that Earth is willing to be neighbors and allies than by participating in one of their most time honored traditions.

Clark relents, and asks who. It is Kon. He has to think about it because that's his little brother. After much self reflection and dismantling his initial responses to the suggestion he relents that it is not a bad idea.

The hard part is deciding who would be a good match for Kon - but the fact that any gender is open for consideration makes things easier. After weighing all the options they have, and getting a lot of "wtf no!" Bart is suggested partly as a joke by [redacted].

Fucking Bartimus. At first he is written off as absolutely NOT eligible due to his more or less canon impulses but out of all the suggestions between metas and Amazons and Atlanteans Bart is the one who is in a position best suited to protect himself against literally everything. No one can touch him unless he wants to be touched. He's also from prominent Hero Family and has a name for himself on Earth as Impulse so it's not as if he's really ineligible.

So they agree.

Bart's not happy about this AT ALL and he thinks they chose him just to get rid of him because this takes place just little while after Max vanishes and he's feeling like he's being yanked around (he is 18 though, he just had longer with Max) and he's had so little control of his life this is just one other thing he has to deal with. Wally tries to explain but he does it badly so he pisses him off even more. Iris explains and he's beyond listening at this point. It takes Helen letting him rant at her and talking through things for him to come down that maybe they really don't HATE HIM.

So he shows up and lets Clark explain it and he, after thinking about it for 2 seconds (for Bart he was going back and forth for about 20 minutes though) agrees that this will be interesting and might just be the right thing to do - and because no one else will I guess it should be him.

Kon meanwhile wasn't taking the whole thing seriously enough because he didn't honestly think it would happen.

He was wrong when Lara told him they found him a husband. Cue record scratch, glass shatters and a cat yowls sound effect. Cue panic. Cue the last 5 years of being totally out of control of his life and being yanked around by anyone and everyone as a political pawn exploding.

It takes a long time for Lara to calm him down but she has a tough job because everything that Kon is freaked out about is TRUE. She reminds him that this good for him and their people, that she too was from an arranged marriage, and that the match they secured for him was a good one and it is for the good of everyone and, dickishly, what would Kal do?

So Kon is sort of guilt bullied into it even though he agreed to it in the first place (very quickly and was just like 'hey just so long as they're hot!') and knew it was happening but he didn't think it would actually happen.

Seeing Bart's picture does dispel some of his anxiety, he is cute, he's attracted to him, he has a nice bod, super speed sound pretty neat and he knows Clark wouldn't choose someone who was creepy.

Little does he know Clark didn't even choose Bart at all at first and Bart wasn't even an option until everyone said NO.

So there they are, both initially GRRRRRR about the whole thing not because of the other but because of the situation. Kon feels like he just a tool to be used, and Bart feels like everyone just wants him gone even if everyone has done everything to explain that's not the case and they believe in him. Bart's older and wiser to know that if they really did believe in him, he would have been up for consideration at the start instead of [redacted].

Overall the stakes are pretty basic - get married just to open the door to start a meaningful conversation. Not even to STOP a conflict, just to hopefully get communication better. If either Kon or Bart balk on it it has the potential to exacerbate tensions between Earth and Krypton though Earth has more to lose.

In the end Kon and Bart do find love.

And that's what I have for this Arranged Marriage AU on my spreadsheet that MAY or may not ever be written, and as always some details may just change entirely.

Send me a fanfic/media trope or theme and I'll rate and tell you what I might do with it or something.

#konbart #bartkon #arranged marriage au #kon el #bart allen #long post #i put some more effort into world building this one folks

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phantomdoofer · 1 year ago

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A Brother's Tale - Running Hell

Gustavo strolled into the briefing room, holding his pack over his shoulder. He could see Giuseppe was already there, Anita beside him. Something was wrong. Giuseppe was slumped forward, his shoulders tighter than normal. Anita had her hand on the man's shoulder, with an expression of uncharacteristic concern.

Gustavo set down his pack and went over to his friend. I mean, with all the shit we've gone through, we've all got problems, but something feels... extra wrong.

Giuseppe looked devastated. He was staring at his hands, which held what was probably some kind of report. Gustavo knew the enemy had unveiled some terrifying new weapon, which was devastating the entire world. Plus they'd somehow found a huge group of new soldiers, and the allied lines were being pushed incredibly hard. Somehow, this feels more personal. Oh no, was our hometown targeted? Mom, Dad, Gustavo, Mama Spaghetti, Peppino... "Sepp?" He said tentatively. "What's happened?"

Without looking up, Giuseppe spoke. "Peppino may be dead."

Gustavo was stunned. A huge chunk of why this wild bunch of essentially super-powered individuals stayed in line was the knowledge that their other selves were being kept safe. I mean, accidents happen, but... "How?"

Giuseppe continued. "Somebody fucked up the paperwork that was supposed to keep clones out of the draft. A lot of clones got drafted... including Peppino and Gustavo."

Gustavo's heart stopped. Mine? But what... what about my parents? They need him! His parents, both ill from a chemical attack early in the war, relied on the other Gustavo for help and income.

Giuseppe shook his head. "They've been in the front lines a while now. Yesterday there was a bad ambush. Peppino and Gustavo's unit got wiped out, except for them. Peppino took one of those new shredder rounds right in the chest." He choked. Most of them considered their clones to be siblings. "Gustavo was wounded too, but he managed to get Peppino to a field hospital. They're working on him, but they don't know if he's gonna make it."

Suddenly Giuseppe wadded the paper into a tight ball, and threw it across the room. "My brother may be dead! Peppino might be dead! Because some goddamn pencil-pusher forgot to do their goddamn job!" He leaned over, clutching his sides, growling as he tried not to scream in grief and rage.

His friend's distress overrode his own fear for his brother. And there's not a damn thing we can do about this. Anita leaned over and hugged Giuseppe. "I'm so sorry, Sepp," she said.

The Major walked in, not doing his usual act for once. His face was grave. "I see you've gotten the news. If it's any consolation Giuseppe, I had no idea until it was too late myself. He's getting the best care they've got there, but they can't afford to move him." Giuseppe looked at the Major, who looked him in the eyes and said, "I truly hope he makes it."

Giuseppe's eyes were harder than Gustavo had ever seen them. They looked twisted, demented. This is worse than when he's running. When he spoke, his voice shook. "I hope so, Major. If my brother dies, I... I..." he looked back down. His voice grew tiny. "I don't know what'll happen."

The Major came over and stood in front of them. "Easy, soldier. You're getting close to talking about defection... or worse. I understand how you feel, but keep it under control. I guarantee you, the ones responsible for this are already on the way out. This was a major blunder, one that should've been caught several times over." He smiled grimly. "Now, I need you to come to the Theater," the Major said, referring to their rarely-used main briefing room. "We have a new mission."

~~~~

The three of them looked around as they entered the Theater. Here was where they'd been introduced to their new lives. Told the whole deal: the clones, the special talents, the works. Haven't seen this many of us together since we left boot. From one side, a hand waved at Giuseppe. "Oy! Rapitaliano! You break the sound barrier yet?" The voice was teasing, but friendly. Must be Enrique. Only one who ever called me that. He waved back, but didn't trust himself to speak. The guy was the only one faster than him in their original group. They had developed a friendly rivalry. Giuseppe wasn't too surprised he was still around, as fast as he was.

There were a lot of faces missing. We've been lucky. A lot of new faces, too. They all looked nervous. Must be new recruits. He frowned. This has got to stop. The NEED for it has to stop.

As they sat down, Gustavo had his laptop out. "They're hitting cities really hard," he said, looking nervous. "This thing is insane. It just... vaporizes the target. Melts it. Twenty cities now. They're not even just aiming at us. Even the neutral countries are being hit."

"Bet that's the Demons again," Anita said. "They like pain and suffering."

Giuseppe nodded. So far his and Gustavo's hometown had been too small to target. But it was only a matter of time. "They'll destroy the whole world at this rate."

"Attenn-SHUN!" The Major bellowed, and everyone stood straight as an older man strode into the room, moving to the podium. Mentally, Giuseppe whistled. A Five-Star. This is really serious.

The General cleared his throat. "Thank you. Be seated." They sat. "I just want to say thank you all for all your sacrifices. Without you, we would have lost this war long ago." He gestured at the screen behind him, which lit up with a map. "Some of you may have heard that we have located the enemy's secret weapon. This is true. We taken to calling it "Inferno.""

Inferno, Giuseppe thought, "Hell." Good name for a weapon that burns everything.

"Two days ago, the Demons and the Talpas betrayed the Ninda. They had since proceeded to systematically destroy the five biggest Ninda cities." On the map, the Ninda capitol and the four largest cities blinked out.

Anita snorted. "Good riddance." Gustavo elbowed her hard in the side. Giuseppe had mixed feelings. While they were the enemy, he thought about his own family. Can't punish everyone for a few's evil. This is genocide.

"Since this betrayal, the Ninda have offered intelligence and begged for assistance. They've offered an immense amount of information on Inferno, starting with its location." A light appeared on the map. "Our own intelligence agencies have confirmed the Ninda's information. It's close enough for a full strike, but it's heavily protected. And they're using old technology to shield it. There's no way we can take it down with conventional weaponry, or even using old tech. Or so they think." He gestured at the map again, which zoomed in. "Our forces will engage theirs at this location. We're bringing everything in: air support, ground troops... and you." He gestured. "Some of you will join our forces, being distributed to units where your special talents will be useful." He pointed at a few of them, Giuseppe included. "For the ones of you with speed-based abilities, we have a special mission. You're the key to this operation." He clicked again, and a diagram of a piece of Old Tech appeared on the screen.

"A teleporter," Gustavo spoke softly. "I thought they'd all been destroyed."

"We've kept a supply of these in deepest secrecy for just such an occasion. Thanks to the information provided by the Ninda, and some of our own scientists', efforts, they should go right through those damned shields. You fast types will teleport inside, find the control room, and plant a special-made device in their base which will overload this monstrosity."

Giuseppe gulped. He immediately started sweating. Gustavo and Anita both grabbed an arm each, and he untensed a bit.

But not much.

The General looked grim. "I won't lie. This is going to be incredibly dangerous. They will defend it tooth and nail. We'll give you as much time as we can, but if they get that thing charged up, they'll wipe us out. The war will be over. And they'll torch the planet."

Not a sound echoed in the chamber.

"We're counting on you all. It's been seven years since this program began. Hopefully, you will be the last we need."

~~~~

The actual briefing had taken an hour, then they'd been handed their unit assignments. Anita and Gustavo were going with a unit or Army troops.

Giuseppe, of course, had his own assignment.

He stood up to move towards his group. Anita touched his thigh, saying nothing. Gustavo spoke. "Hey, meet us up top afterwards. I've got something I want to do."

Giuseppe nodded, and moved to meet the rest of "Team Blitz."

Enrique was leading the discussion, of course. "Glad you're still here, 'Seppe. Honestly, I think you've got the best chance of pulling this off. Even if I am faster." He gestured in front of him. "No built-in shields."

A teenage girl spoke up. She's so young, Giuseppe thought, from the ripe old age of twenty-two. "Do they really think we can do this? You know the inside of that place will be a deathtrap."

"Exactly why they're sending us," Enrique said, "we might be fast enough to avoid some of it."

Giuseppe spoke, "We have to be. You heard the General. This thing can wipe out the whole force with one shot if they decide to use it. This is a Hail Mary - that thing can just snipe us anywhere in the world. If they spread out enough to not get hit all at once, they'll just be broken. The Demons seem to have endless troops."

Another one, an Ogre woman, spoke. "Think maybe they've found some cloning tanks?"

That thought was sobering. "If they found enough to make this many troops this fast, then that would explain the haste. It's not just Inferno they're worried about. They'll overrun us with endless troops," Enrique said.

"No wonder the Breads are scared, " the Ogre said. "They're gonna join the rest of us in getting wiped out."

All of them stared at the floor for a minute. This really is do or die. For everyone. "We can't afford to fail," Giuseppe said. Everyone nodded. "If we fail, it all fails."

~~~~

Giuseppe found Anita and Gustavo outside, staring up at the sky. He sat beside them. Out here, the stars were a river of light. Truly secret bases don't generate a lot of light, after all. Not on the surface. For several minutes, they sat in silence. Finally, Anita spoke. "Sepp... do you think we're getting out of this one?"

"Why are you asking me? You're the boss," Giuseppe said. "You tell me."

"Sepp, I may take the lead, but it's always you pulling our asses out of the fire." She shrugged. "This is... big. Too big for me." She looked back up. "If... when I get out, I want to just come live someplace like this. Away. What about you two?"

Gustavo shrugged. "I dunno. I kind of want to learn to cook. Wasn't your father a pizzaiolo, Sepp? What about you? Maybe open up a pizzeria?" He smirked.

Giuseppe thought about it. Maybe. "I don't know. I'd have to check on Ma and... and Pino..." his voice trailed off.

Gustavo reached into his pocket. He handed something to each of them. "Here. I made these a while back, but I never got a chance to give them to you until now."

Giuseppe held it up to the starlight. "A leather bracelet?"

"For my truest friends." Gustavo said. "I know, it's stupid and sentimental, but... if something happens... I wanted something for us to remember each other with."

Anita already had hers on. As Giuseppe gently wrapped his around his wrist, Anita hugged him. "I love you, you little boulder." She gathered Giuseppe into the hug, and he leaned into it. He reached around and enveloped the two smaller ones, holding them close.

"You two are family to me, just as much as Ma and Peppino. I won't ask for promises, because I can't make any. But... if don't make it... know that I love you."

The stars watched as the three huddled in silence.

~~~~

Giuseppe stretched and warmed up as they waited for the signal to go. Anita and Gustavo should be with their unit by now. Without his friends there, he was even more anxious than usual. Of course, this possibly being the end of the world as we know it might have something to do with that, too. The others around him were silent. Every face carried a mix of anxiety and determination. Even Enrique wasn't cracking jokes. He gently touched the leather bracelet, and his nerves calmed slightly. Thank you, mio amico. Be safe, both of you.

"Hello there," a familiar voice said behind him.

Giuseppe turned. "Doctor... Houlwea, wasn't it?"

The Ninda smiled. "I'm surprised you remembered! Yes, I've been working to get these teleporters set up." He handed Giuseppe a small cylinder, the size of a pen. "The button on that will bring you back to this." He held up a small briefcase-like device. "It's very old though, so try not to abuse it."

"Thanks, Doctor." He place the small item in one of the many pockets on the front of his suit.

The Ninda hesitated, then placed a hand on Giuseppe's arm. "I want to say thank you again for rescuing me. My notes turned out to be vital in figuring out a way to get these teleporters to work through those shields." He looked down. "I wish I'd known about this Inferno thing. Maybe I could've done... something."

Despite himself, Giuseppe smiled. "Doc, you know they'd probably just have killed you or something. You did what you could."

The bread-man shook himself. "I guess. I hope I get to see you again. We're all rooting for you."

As he walked away, Giuseppe patted his pocket. Hope this thing works. If it doesn't, it'll be charcoal time.

The Major stepped forward. Everyone but Giuseppe jumped. The Major's mustache twitched in amusement. "All right, listen up. The battle started a few minutes ago, and it's fierce. So far there's no sign of them using Inferno. They probably think they don't need to. When you get there, we estimate you'll have about five minutes between them noticing you and the weapon being charged enough to fire. Do not take chances, and don't get fancy. Get to your target, insert that drive, and use those porters to leave. Now, get your arms ready!"

Giuseppe nodded, and pulled his shotgun out. You and me again, he thought. One last run.

Houlwea worked a control panel, and a swirling green and pink portal appeared in front of them. The Major yelled, "That's it! Team Blitz, give em hell!"

They charged through the portal as one.

The transition was instant, moving from their meeting zone to the inside of one of the biggest rooms Giuseppe had ever seen.

All hell broke loose. Bullets began pinging all around him. He dashed forward, Enrique right behind him. They'd agreed at the briefing that he'd lead, acting as a shield for the other runners. Despite his desire to weave and juke, he charged straight ahead, using his special talent to provide a little cover to his teammates.

He heard a cry behind him. Someone had been hit. He heard the thump as they fell, the others hurtling over the body. Nothing I can do for them. Gotta go, gotta go!

The fire was intense. The only thing saving him was the field of pure speed and rage in front of him. Several Talpa and even a few Demons stepped out of alcoves, aiming weapons at them. The runners went on the evasive, the fire too broadly spread now for Giuseppe's shield to offer much protection for them. He heard several cries behind him as runners were hit.

He didn't hear any teleporters going off. Every hit was a kill. He turned the grief into rage, which he turned into acceleration. Faster, faster. Push it, break your limit. Don't let them die in vain.

As he ran, Giuseppe caught glimpses of rooms filled with glass tanks. Cloning tanks. He grinned hugely. Good. Two birds with one stone.

Guiseppe hit a straightaway, and he risked a quick glance behind him. He was shocked to see only himself, the ogre woman, and Enrique left. Oh Mio Dio, we might not make-

As he turned his head forward, a searing pain tore through the right side of his face, from right beside his right eye along the side of his head. He screamed, still running. He felt blood running down the side of his face. How did something get past the shield from that angle? He saw a flash, and a beam of light shot past him. Ahead, a group of Demons fired fiery blasts at the trio.

Oh shit, whatever those are, my shield doesn't stop them! His boots screamed as he started evading, hoping to throw off their aim.

The Ogre woman got past him, charging at the demons. She roared as she was grazed several times, then took a shot full in the chest.

Then Enrique blazed past him. What the hell is he doing??

"Go, 'Seppe! Go! You've got to do it!" He pinballed amongst the Demons, breaking their line and throwing off their aim as he bounced around. Giuseppe had just enough time to see one of them blast him before he was past.

I'm the last one. As he ran, tears streamed from his eyes. He screamed in pain and rage. Rage became speed. Tears mixed with blood as he accelerated more, pushing himself past the limit. Go. His heart felt like it would fly out of his chest, but he ignored it. Go. He skidded around a hairpin turn, barely losing speed. Don't let them have died for nothing. He bounced off a wall, spinning in a desperate attempt to avoid the beams and bullets around him. He felt several grazes, but no real hits. Do it for them. He jumped down a flight of stairs, slid down the handrail of a catwalk, a fall a million miles deep just below his feet. Do it for Anita and Gustavo, Ma and Pino.

DO IT.

Giuseppe ran right through a Demon who stood in front of him, who didn't even have time to respond before exploding into messy bits.

Faster, you bastard, faster!

The sound of alarms dopplered down as Giuseppe pushed himself harder and harder. Suddenly the air seemed to open in front of him, and he saw a shockwave fly away. Sound barrier. True Mach 1. He put everything he had left into his run.

Objects shattered in his wake.

Suddenly he realized he was there. He skidded to a stop, bursting through the door to the control center as he decelerated. It was surprisingly small. Only a couple of Demons were there, holding their heads as the sonic boom deafened them. With burning determination Giuseppe gunned them down. Fuck you and fuck you. Then he stepped over to the control panel. This is for you, guys. He plugged the small drive into the port, and it quickly did its job. He heard the rumble as Inferno's core started to overload. Ok, thirty seconds and this place will melt itself. Good riddance. Now to get out of here. He pulled the small pen trigger out and clicked it.

The pen garbled a strange noise, but nothing happened.

Giuseppe looked down at the pen in horror. "CAZZO!" He shrieked. He started running, back towards the entrance, clicking the pen rapidly. Fuckfuckfuck! The building was shaking, a roar like an angry god chasing him through the halls. He hurtled over fallen soldiers, enemies and allies both. Debris and fallen weapons threatened to trip him constantly.

As he ran, he clicked rapidly. "Come on, come on...!"

*click* *click* *click* *click* *cli-BWIP*

~~~~

The sound of cheering stirred Peppino from his stupor. Wha... what's... He felt so tired, like his body was made of lead. There was a pressure on his face. An oxygen mask. And everything hurt. Last thing I remember was... blood... pain... Gustavo, repeating my name over and over...

He blearily opened his eyes.

From the next bed over, Gustavo looked over. "Oh hey! You're awake!" He hopped down and came over, hopping up on a stool. He grabbed Peppino's hand.

"What... what-a happened?" Peppino said.

Gustavo looked grim. "I almost lost you, Pino. We got ambushed. You got shot, I brought you back. You didn't respond to anything. There was so much blood..." He pointed at the heavy bandages on Peppino's body. "You were close to death, my friend."

"We were... ambushed?" Peppino said. "What about... the others?"

Gustavo looked down.

Peppino's eyes filled with tears. All gone. Like that. I miei fratelli.

Gustavo looked up. "But look! Look at the TV! They did it! They destroyed the enemies' weapon!"

Peppino worked to focus on the screen. The words "Enemy Superweapon Destroyed" floated above a picture of what looked like a mountain of slag.

Peppino sighed. All he could think about was his friends. Riposate in pace, amici miei. He laid back, their faces floating across his mind's eye.

Gustavo patted his hand. "I'll let the doctors know you're awake. They'll be so excited!" As the gnome jumped off, Peppino noticed he had bandages wrapped around his own waist, stained with blood. "Gustavo, you're-a wounded, too?"

Gustavo waved a hand. "Non è niente. I got a graze while I was bringing you in. Nothing serious." He ran out the door.

Guilt filled Peppino's heart. Mio amico, that was no graze. You nearly got yourself killed saving me.

He looked back at the screen. People were celebrating in the cities. Outside, someone was setting off fireworks.

Peppino cringed, the sound distorting into bombs and gunfire, screams and curses.

~~~~

Be glad you didn't lose your eye, Giuseppe thought as he touched the bandage covering the right side of his face. Or your head. Part of his right ear was gone, burned away. The skin between his eye socket and ear had been fried, too. It would heal, but he'd have a hell of a scar.

I'm still here. If it hadn't been for the pain, he might not have believed it.

When Giuseppe walked in, the Theater erupted into raucous cheers and applause. Before he could respond, Anita and Gustavo wrapped around him.

"You did it, you did it!" They yelled together. Suddenly Anita dragged his face down and kissed him full on the lips, causing the crowd to erupt in whistles, catcalls and jeers of "get a room!" Giuseppe grinned despite himself. "Anita, I didn't know you cared."

She pressed a hand to his lips. "Don't read too much into it, Sepp. I'm just glad you're alive, friend."

The reminder of the other runners sobered him. "How many did we lose?"

Gustavo looked sad. "A lot. All the other runners. And most of us that were outside, too. There's maybe a dozen of us left." He looked up at Anita. "We got really lucky."

Giuseppe looked down. Riposate in pace, fratelli miei.

With mixed feelings, he let his friends drag him into the crowd. He didn't feel much like celebrating, but everyone else did. Can't blame them too much. The world didn't end.

A few minutes later, the Major came in, and pulled him aside. "I wanted you to know, your brother pulled through. In fact, he just woke up."

Giuseppe felt a band of tension snap in his heart. Ih grazie a Dio. Giuseppe grinned hugely, and gave the Major a giant hug that lifted him off his feet. Putting him down, happy tears in his eyes, Giuseppe threw up both fists and yelled "MY BROTHER LIVES!" Anita and Gustavo cheered loudly, the crowd cheered back, despite not knowing the context, and the Major straightened his tie. "I'll let that one slide this time, Spaghetti. Don't do it again." Then he smiled. "I'm glad. We've lost too much already."

Giuseppe smiled at him. "Amen per questo, Major."

~~~~

Standing outside in the predawn gloom, Giuseppe looked up at the fading stars. It's a new world from here on out. The program was officially being shut down, once things had been wrapped up with the war. Or at least, the original version was. Some of them were staying, including the three of them, to form the core of a new military branch. The world would still need guardians. Some sort of mixture of elite strike forces and intelligence operations, no name yet. But Giuseppe understood. There were far more threats than one alliance of aggressors.

Giuseppe smiled. It all meant something, in the end, after all.

Gustavo and Anita walked up on either side of him. He wrapped his arms around his smaller companions.

The three stood and watched as the sun rose.

~~~~

Peppino leaned back in his recliner, looking at his brother with newfound respect. "That was you!" he said in awe. "You're the one they called the Hellrunner."

Giuseppe grinned meekly from his position laying on Peppino's couch. "Yes. I don't know who came up with that, but it eventually became my call sign."

"The news channels were full of-a people speculating about the soldier who took that Demon superweapon down. It all sounded so fanciful and-a overblown. But knowing the kind of people who did it now..." He looked down. "Its still hard for me to believe I survived." Peppino said.

"You shouldn't have been in the war at all," Giuseppe said, frowning. "None of you. I found the ones who lost that paperwork and we had... words."

Peppino laughed. "So where are the bodies buried?"

Giuseppe chuckled. "Words. Just words. Not to say there weren't a few... implications."

Peppino grew serious. "All I did was take down a tower. You saved the world."

Giuseppe sat up. "Don't sell yourself short, Pino. We'd been trying to track down Pizzahead for years. If I'd have found him, I'd have sent in several teams. The technology in that tower could have done untold damage." He pointed at Peppino. "You are a strong man. Don't forget that."

Coming from the old soldier in front of him, that was quite a compliment. Peppino tried not to swell with pride. "Thank you for the story, fratello."

"Any time, fratellino."

#my stuff #peppino spaghetti #peppino #giuseppe spaghetti #anita #gustavo #pizza tower fanfic #pizza tower au #pizzatower #pizza tower #tower town au

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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Watch "*** Scarborough Fair - Simon & Garfunkel Live" on YouTube

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The circular incident has not happened because he was not Darth Vader yet and he was general hoth well the one that's screaming and fires the starkiller. There's a lot more that proves the timeline and they're not in the museum yet and my mom is there her body and I don't know in the pictures if you can see if she's whole they say yes and that hasn't happened yet. As far as I know. And all the skulls look very similar it's Dave's bubba's head and Carol's odd eyes and they all look like that except slight modifications due to massive amounts of mutagen and they can mutate but really they look the same I hear that their kids and people are stealing the stuff like Joe Watts and boy that really says a mouthful. To the Pink Floyd song it's have a cigar I think they plan to do it to Joel and I don't say they're nasty and mean but I was also saying that they're kind of poor and they need people to help them get along and nobody wants to do that and so Satanist rhealm. I was thinking of this morning and my wife picked up on it he said she was there and it looks like my dad is trying to hold on to a football that Obama was using and if you look at the size of it it will be a clue. Now some people tried to make sure that the ship was down here and it's the Viking ship and it's in pieces. And that ship is from Pathfinder the movie and stars Trump I believe as the Indian who was actually my brother and their Vikings on board and it's a recreation and they're doing it I think because they're being made to because they want them to go through this stuff that people are putting them through and I understand that and I agree it really my life has been a mental hospitals and sitting around poor like these people are. Unfortunately I'm going through with them so I'm not really doing it and I'm hanging handing it off to Hera

Zues

Having a good time no it's a very sad song the folks memories and the information sad and what's going on is sad too they've been chased down and they're hunkering down we think and they have nowhere to go and now you want us to ride on them we think it might be a lot more difficult than you think to do anything but that's their area is mean New Hampshire summit Vermont and mostly a Canada and on the border a lot of people are up there trying to evacuate and they're wondering what's down there and they're not really in a position to look. They have a quartet on and with backup singers and this is also something that they're doing to you and they're letting the max I think they're having it done you used to have them perform and they were the greatest they're doing the people who called them friends and you back stab them at every turn every word out of your mouth and you made them look like Rich pigs like you look and we can't claim it but that's what we think they're doing and we think we know where

You're making a woman look half decent you're doing that to them too and it made life harder and you're wondering if you said no relationship at all and they're torturing the s*** out of you this morning Trump had no body his brain was put into a clone again of him and he looks a little bit like cheese man he's not feeling that great. We're doing to Mac and the clothes in the corners and mac and the clones and the foreigners are doing it to them they know they might not have a chance but they want to have a say let's say they're trying and you people are weak and your backbones weak and you put everything on us and you're not doing work and we can't stand you and also saying we didn't divide us some purpose that you did it out of greed and we believe they're still alive and they're wiping you out and we don't have any proof and they may have moved and we know what we think they left behind are our kids just like they did on Mars but we're not sure and there might be evidence there or you might just get wiped out. It's Arcadia where my husband went and played football with Obama and Arnie was there and he didn't notice and someone was bothering the s*** out of him and he figured it out it says I can't stay at home it would hurt you it looks odd and it would hurt you it's hard for you to figure out most people would never figure it out this is they want me to move out that's why so move out and it's not to harm you you know if we play a cool so he did it it worked and he said you're right that was hell and you came back and then went to your place and became hell and you said I know we're breaking the cardinal rule that you're welcome here and then Brad got a massive fight with you it wasn't them and they said what was that I said I have no idea then they figured out they want them out and said boy that's backwards. It doesn't sound right and he found out why so here's how it goes we've had a rough life we can't stand listening to you he's poor you're idiots nobody in his status level his situation should ever be kept poor and you know you're trying to extort stuff and you should know that it will kill you in the short or long run and it's killing a lot of you day and night and Jason Voorhees movie and Michael Myers movie those are our characters and we're having a lot of fun killing you so think about it I'm told that the rock there for about 700 miles by 400 miles and it goes in the ocean only 100 miles along the coastline it's about 3,000 mi deep and it branches off and it looks like a stump that petrified underneath it is a base you can tell the Giants have been around recently the top side you can see their footprints of crushed trees flat a mile long and about half mile wide it kind of looks like my husband's foot and it kind of looks like mine it's both of us

Hera

We're going up there to check we do hear what you're saying this is the place where you went with Jimmy d and I was there just call me the rooster he told the story right in front of me I said don't tell him that and you told it was will pierce and it was and went around for a long time and people are trying to figure out why and say they're trying to ride us against them and it's pretty smart cuz he's straightened it out this is what we knew they were doing they're trying to be helpful and we're not helping them and we did not help them like we should have and got very greedy they got hurt now we're getting hurt and it was wrong. This is where the Viking ship is from we have some pieces up there we need while we're up there I guess we're going to try and look down and we might be astonished surprised or it might be them it makes sense it's a huge hardened bunker and they don't have that many defenses or a way to do it. I'm saddened by the prospect it might be them and people would accuse him again of doing everything they're not doing everything we're doing it we're monitoring around doing it the matrix is run by Tommy F he's trying to cast it off again

Trump

We believe it's true all those clones say it's true and all threatening everybody with it and they're the ones shooting people and putting on the gear on and we follow them to it so we're going to get to it that we need those ships to go to Australia and we need Israel to be heated up in that Tower Black Tower movie and we're going up there to Arcadia for Christ's sake those could be Giants of his this could be something we've never seen this is no they're down in Baja and you won't have a mini Baja with my new recycled motorcycles and the light cycle and we're going to put that together we still have 2 hours

Mac daddy

He has a cigar company and it's called a tortugans and that's the name of the cigars it's very famous and people going down there now to get them well they say the cigars they say

Thor Freya

For christakia he could have kids and says they're pretty big they're hotshots but he's wondering what the hell's going on with them and if Tommy F got to them so we're going to figure it out

Olivia Paris

And I was saying something like my character and you pretend that he's vomiting saying oh good it's a lot for someone his age even someone who's right on top of all the high tech stuff and is the Pinnacle it's still a lot to see it all happening to everybody he knows is too much for some people it's not for him it's a lot okay and it's good we have Ken and we got to help him get repaired and he's friends with people who before they had surgery I mean he's a mutant as well he says and I am but he's a human but he's way out there like where they are they go party in the desert and all sorts of dumb s***

Jason I was there too he was getting pissed off so he stopped playing and watched and people are pushing him around a little and he had enough of it it was a smart thing to do cuz he was just about getting angry and violent and he decided not to I saw him do it too and he could have hurt people and I've seen him do it he throws an elbow and someone breaks her rib for Christ's sake it's fast very hard and he says he builds up like testosterone in the area and other things adrenaline and energy and lets her rip and I've never heard that.

We're heading up there and this is adding to it but yeah I see the football and I see what's going on it's probably the football that was used and we have not seen this yet no there's a lot of proofs and theorems coming out that it's not out yet it hasn't happened yet and the clones are getting nervous

Mac

Yeah my guys are getting nervous and we can't access up there and we don't know what's there and I'm moving out and we're going to Baja too

Tommy favino

It's time for us to move out and we're getting forces ready to go there

Thor Freya

Huge day this is a huge day the baha is going to go on and there's something else my husband's going to post it right now or so help me God

Hera

Zues

Lol hahahaha you hear me get it up there get it done Hera

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nikkisticki · 1 year ago

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Firstly, the idea that Kishimoto couldn't figure out what to do with the narrative past ten chapters is correct, but do you actually think it's relevant to anything when the narrative hinged on chasing an idiot around who ultimately just acts as a lead for Naruto to go fight (insert enemy of the arc) or for Sasuke to learn something in place of the audience and then either be a dickhead or get his ass beat.

I'm not going to get into semantics about how Kishimoto speaking in an interview isn't the whole picture, moreso when he's been under their thumb for years.

If you replace Sasuke with Itachi's dog that swallowed the key to let Kurama out, nothing in the narrative changes beyond a sudden lack of yaoi potential and a framing for the Sharingan to reveal how it can do everything+1. You could still have Orochimaru trying to convince the dog to be a bad boy, you could still have the Akatsuki involved.

Sasuke served his best roles in Naruto, the time when he had the most opportunity to be given a character. Even then it just ends in him being shoved in a pot so the narrative can pretend he's being kidnapped (even though logically speaking he'd have been easier to move just being held in the embrace of spider-guy) to have the best fight in the first series end in a "wuh woh he got away".

As we clearly agree, Sasuke was added because rival characters are popular, but a rival needs to actually instigate things beyond acting as a long term maguffin. Sasuke bumbles through life, nearly dying repeatedly (see Sasukes best scene when Killa Bee beats him within an inch of his life) and never developing a personality or learning a thing until he suddenly does. He's no better then Bugboy, but people want to kiss him.

Sasuke fails so heavily as a character that he can't even appear sympathetic towards his own wife in Boruto, needing them to swing back around to insert moments so people don't keep calling Sakura a single mom, even when he functionally doesn't serve a purpose.

Of course, I gave up on Boruto years ago. Something about a room of sharingan possessing uchiha clones that I think were all made noncanon is all that remains in my head beyond knowing Orochimaru is a good guy and they added Duel Disks??, so maybe he got some actual development in between them milking the series for every last dime.

I know I'm here starting shit for no reason, but do people not use quotation blocks on Tumblr? so much cleanerrr

The 20+ character comments seems to have missed the target let me try again., Side characters implies they are characters with functional value beyond chumps to be fought in the starting tournament and as roster for mediocre arena fighters (I'll be fair that some of the Naruto games are fucking amazing tho), which isn't what they are. We both know Shino vanishes into the mist, Tenten becomes a character who gets to be mentioned and most of the rookie teams become nothing more then propagators of their seed so we can have pokemon fusion versions of characters in the next series.

The functional value of this style of cast creation is that people form favorites amongst the cast and are sticking around to see them (as is the Shonen tradition), doesn't it seem like a bizarre choice to then write around those characters existences because the narrative can't actually fit them?

Because they aren't there to be side characters, they are merchandise opportunities. Kishimotos best characters (in my opinion) tend to be the ones that aren't super powered god tiers, and he couldn't even fit Shikamaru in as more then "I exist to explain the plan and breed Temari" after a certain point (even when the Immortal fight is arguably one of the best fights in the series) when he got a lot of the best character work out of any of those characters.

Naruto is a great example of a story that was not designed with any end goal, and that's largely why it leads into a battle against God (except god is a space alien waifu) instead of anything that vaguely relates to the original themes of the narrative.

What it started as was about a boy whose alienated for something he can't control and left crippled by it, overcoming the odds in his own way and proving to others he is the greatest, even those who have pedigrees that involve inherited super powers. This gets rinsed out of the narrative almost immediately after the first tournament as Naruto himself becomes the center of attention for 4 seperate Hokages (including being the child of the coolest one) getting trained by the best fighters in the land, handed multiple new forms and becomes the generic shounen romp that has been getting sloshed out for three decades.

Stories change, and so do people. Not Sasuke though, he just got his character arc ended by his brother revealing he did it for a vewy gud weason. The reason is he had to save Sasuke!

God….

Hmm I wonder why this needs to be underlined all the time. What could possibly be the reason to bring up how odd and bizarre Naruto’s behavior is… we just don’t know.

#Its fine to enjoy Naruto but frankly I cant hold my tongue around people acting like Sasuke is written #He exists as a pale imitation of other rival characters and I am tired of pretending hes not #What if Killua didn't have any personality but was even edgier #Seriously though i wasn't trying to start shit srrrry but i wont stop #too stupid #If Kishimoto hadnt done that kiss scene as a joke the manga would have ended in 50 chapters

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elvisabutler · 2 years ago

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could you do headcannons for austin x presley!reader?

i can! i was really nervous/fussing about these so i'll probably only do this one set ( we'll see, because don't i always say that ). thank you for the request and i hope you like it! tw: brief mention of death that goes along with the presleys.

so consider that you're probably a little shorter than your siblings. a fact that brings your grandmother and your mother delight but brings you zero delight because you're elvis presley's grandkid and he was tall, riley is 5'7" and benjamin was almost six feet and harper and finley look like they'll be riley clones in height at least. to have you take after your mom and grandmother? that's just rude genetics.

you take after your mom vs your dad which means you take after elvis. it's really apparent when your hair isn't its natural dirty dirty blond.

when austin meets you it's by accident, one of those slam into each other with coffee or food situations because you really shouldn't be on set but you promised everyone you'd go check on how things were going because maybe it's easier for you since you live in australia or generally somehow it's easier for you to detangle yourself from stuff so you can swing by.

you like how the movie is going and honestly seeing austin on stage during one of the concert scenes reminds you of the stories your grandmother and mother would tell you about elvis.

do you find him attractive in his costume? mildly which horrifies you because he is dressed up as your grandfather.

the point is, you two run into each other literally and you're covered in food because of course most it spills on you and austin is mortified.

"you're- goddamn- i'm so sorry i didn't even see you there." "the hat hid me that well?" "no, i just- i'm in my head on set a lot." "you mean you're in my grandfather's head." "not- all the time."

not right that second anyway, because all his thoughts are purely austin robert butler's. all his thoughts are revolving around your lips and how they look so soft and jesus is this how people felt about his lips? or how your eyes are the sort of hue he thought was reserved for fantasy characters. in short you look like something out of a greek myth in the best of ways.

but he knows that you are off limits for so many reasons that he doesn't voice any of these things and chooses to instead just offer to get you another plate of food or another coffee because "it's my fault you lost it in the first place."

you think it's the most gentlemanly thing anyone has ever done for you.

so you wait by his trailer like a weirdo toward the end of shooting for the day. looking every bit like you're descended from elvis presley, all charm and all look that can ensnare even the most chaste of minds.

"i want you t' go out to dinner with me." "excuse me?" "you're gonna go out t' dinner with me." "is that a-" "threat? no, oh my god do you think i'm the type to-" "no? i don't know, i just met you, i don't know you beyond tabloid stories and being a footnote to-" "grandpa." "exactly." "let's change that."

the date is pretty successful and you give him a peck on the cheek and stretch your arm out to ruffle his hair like he doesn't have a few good inches on you.

austin does not want to date you except he totally does. it's a problem until he texts you about a month after that first date asking if this is some weird daddy issues thing or some bullshit because he needs to know. needs to have both of you lay his cards on the table.

"what." "i am literally dressed as your grandfather for most of my days and the first time you met me i had prosthetics on." "austin, i like you, but you're not my grandfather. you're a little prettier. no daddy issues, just me liking the cute guy who eventually is going to have blonde hair again and won't be crooning hits i've heard a million times over." "there's a 24 hour diner near the set, meet me there tonight?" "k."

you start dating after that night but don't tell anyone because it's new and your family- your mom is still dealing with the fallout from your brother's death and you're not about to do that to them. so you keep it secret.

consider maybe the tabloids find out or someone sends it to deuxmoi. when that happens you both almost break up because this is going to be a mess that will distract from the film and you both want to give it a fair shot. you don't and it takes a good deal of pr spinning but you two are fine until filming is done and the movie is out.

consider if they don't you two just happily date until you introduce him to your family at the graceland premiere not just as austin butler, the guy who did wonderfully playing elvis, but your boyfriend, the one you really really like and i know it's weird but come on you guys he's cute. he'll fit right in.

your mom loves him because of the movie and because he makes you happy. as it turns out, he's pretty good son in law material, if you're considering that. she'll still call him a second son regardless of what happens.

you make your debut at cannes after his 12 minute standing ovation.

there's some bad press about it but you both write it off. after all, it's not like you're both not used to it at this point. and you wouldn't be a person who kept the presley name instead of taking your dad's without being attached to a little trouble.

before he leaves to film masters of air or maybe before he heads out to shoot dune he gets the pair of you matching necklaces.

"you know i can afford my own necklace, austin." "yeah perk of a presley i know, but let a butler get you this."

it's a necklace that's similar to your grandfather's tcb logo with the lightning bolt. but instead of tcb it has your initials and his initials surrounding the bolt.

if you two get married in the future you make him do something similar for your engagement and wedding ring.

what? you're a presley, you're the one who takes after him in the flashiness/style the most. so sue you for wanting the proper bling bling.

he does. because what a presley wants? a presley gets.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler x presley reader #austin butler headcanons #i don't know what else to tag this.#but also i hope this is okay.#i was really genuinely stumped by this for the longest time.#ally writes

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loyaltykask · 3 years ago

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Okay but I can't stop thinking about these 5 non-canon kids in JTTW "sequel" I just might an AU where he keeps them himself after the JTTW, don't know how the timeline would work but just don't think about it too hard

Like he LITERALLY ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKS UP IRON FAN is like 5 levels of funny to me when it shouldn't be.

Can you imagine that conversation:

Iron Fan at Wukong’s door: Pay your fucking child support Wukong just getting back from promoting to Buddha status: Woah, first all we never did the horizontal tango, and two, I don't even have the equipment for that to happen Iron Fan: You jumped my stomach so hard that I have quintuplets now Wukong who was born from stone: .... THAT IS NOT HOW THAT WORKS ..... (is it?) ((IS IT?))

I like to think Iron Fan treated it as more of a surrogate mom thing rather than Wukong and her having anything romantic (She's my sister! I would never!) Iron Fan and Bull Demon King get monthly visits to Red Son as long as they stay "good" while he's under GuanYin's teaching and he gets to hear about his new half-siblings... that's a conversation GuanYin had to intervene "Skinning a monkey alive is not 'merciful'"

And just like.... the quintuplets themselves..... just the havoc I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that the only named son is the firstborn (cause it always is) and keep that this Wukong is like JTTW 1996 Wukong so super into Buddhism so, of course, he names the first son Pāramitā after the six transcendent perfections that are generosity, discipline, patience, diligence, meditation, and wisdom

AND HE NAMES THE OTHER 4 THE EXTRA FOUR PERFECTIONS (cause he's a nerd)

The second born is Upāya for skillful means

Third is Praṇidhāna for determination, this related to the Bodhisattva vows

Fourth is Bala for spiritual power

And youngest is Jñāna for knowledge

And now he's a single father of five children

Bajie gets his revenge for the Birthing-River Situation and harps on Wukong for being "loose." After several well placed hits with a staff Bajie admits the kids are cute and proceeds to spoil his new nephews/nieces

Wujing is a crier in this one and insists on staying around to help protect them. Despite Wukong living in a literal fortress in a Mountain, inhabited by immortal fighting monkeys and escorted by his generals and marshals.

But it's Wujing so of course he's always holding one of the Quintuplets at all times

Wujing crying holding monkeys like the drunk girls from youtube: I can't protect them all

Tripitaka also ascended to Buddha-hood but you cannot convince me that man isn't going to try to hold all five of them but they keep trying to slap his bald head cause that's what babies do

Wukong: Don't hit your grandmaster! Tripitaka: It's fine Wukong, it doesn't hurt Wukong: ...(I wanted to slap the head)... Tripitaka: What was that? Wukong: Nothing, Sifu!

Bai Long Ma insists that they have to have a royal celebration because they are now Royal Monkey Heirs. Wukong takes this as just a huge party but what Bai Long really meant was to have other people come "pay their respects" to the new royalty.

Wukong ain't about that life but he does like free stuff so it becomes a mix of both where he invites everyone in Heaven to come to pay his kids respect (except the Queen Mother as revenge for not being invited to HER peach festival cause he petty like that)

It turns out to be a full blown rager in the Mountain considering he invented all of Heaven and the local 72 Demon Kings so considering it the first cultural exchange... with lots of drinking

Our five heroes are of course good monks and don't drink and while the party rages the rest of the night Wukong slips away early on (leaving a clone) to put his babies to sleep where it's nice and quiet.

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years ago

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In The Air Tonight

From The MoonBrella Academy

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: sex (penatrative, m/f), erotic asphyxiation, death, angst, PTSD, mentions of war, magic, general Klaus-induced chaos. GIF by @sheehanspam

A/N: During the summer of 1974, The Kostas family feels more than the oppressive weight heat. A true prophecy warns them something is on the horizon. Something that will set the course for the rest of their lives all thanks to the man out of time and a baby they promised to raise.

Honey found her balance after straddling Leon. Her hips rolled in a steady rhythm of back and forth. Her husband reached up to caress her breasts. She seized his wrists so tight, her manicured nails dug into her own palms.

Leon, switching gears, grabbed at them roughly instead. He pinched one of Honey’s nipples swollen then the other. They were lost perfectly in his grip as he massaged them, played with them as Honey rode him. He growled and she cried out before moving his hand towards her mouth to suck and bite at Leon's finger and thumb.

They were like a couple possessed. There was something in the air like static. Manhattan was the hottest Honey had known it to be. Everyone drifted slowly and drenched in sweat on the streets and in her apartment. It had been quiet during the worst of the heat. Only Diego and Klaus dained to still visit.

Earlier in the evening, up on the roof with their feet solidly in a wading pool, Leon and Honey sensed Klaus was uneasy about everything. He complained that the temperatures and the electricity in the air was suffocating him. Making his skin crawl as he stripped to his underwear. Everyone was in stages of undress, even the littles were naked and Honey topless.

“It's like Vietnam. The humidity is cellular. I feel strange and twisted.”

“Murderous, but fancy a good shag?” Leon’s query settled across the roof. “Like you could kill who you..” he mouthed fuck.

Two sets of verdant eyes gawked at Honey who suddenly sat up and covered her breasts. “Knock it off, the both of you. You're creeping me out.”

Somehow they made it through dinner and bedtime and MASH and Carol Burnett before Leon threw Honey over his shoulder. She squealed and mimicked trying to escape, but it only spurned Leon into grabbing a fistful of her ass. He maneuvered her around so she could wrap her arms and legs around him while they lumbered and kissed and undressed towards the bedrooms.

“Shhh,” Honey admonished with a strangled laugh. She pointed at the doorway to Sugar and Sunny’s room.

Klaus had passed out on the floor between the tiny beds, his head in his arms on his stomach. Sunny half poured out of the bed with a hand on his.. uncle? Brother? Klaus’s head, little fingers tangled up as he sucked on his free thumb.

Now here they were maybe hours later, insatiable. The air was stifling and had a magnetic crackle that raised the hair on their bodies as they kept having sex. Honey pushed it out of her mind that metal objects were slowly shifting in one direction as she placed Leon's hand around her throat. Her body rocked up and down faster.

There was a blue tinge to the sky and lightning. Heat lightning Leon insisted. It set Klaus on edge with the kids playing around him. He and Sunny tested out telekinesis while Selina danced to David Bowie. Her dark eyes were covered by Klaus’s literal rose colored glasses. He kept zoning out. Like he was waiting, waiting for the consequences of all of his actions.

“Tio Topolino, watch me!” Selina spun with her arms up in the air. Uncle Mouse. Klaus had been too hard to say before she learned her parents’ native tongues.

“Something is coming, Gracie.”

“Why would you say that, Leonidas?”

They were whispering in Greek. The littles weren't quite ready for Greek yet, but Klaus was born fluent. So they spoke in hushed tones on the fire escape.

“Doesn't it feel that way? The last few Weeks. Klaus usually leaves after a day. He's been here for nearly two months. There's bound to be repercussions, right?”

“Not much happened that he's said, or we read, as the result of Vietnam or 1960-1963.”

Leon rolled his eyes at his wife and made a tsk sound, “Just a bloody apocalypse or two. That Dickensian fuck who raised him got a whole new legion off it. Klaus talked you into having our baby. Then into taking another baby he stole. Skip a stone on a pond, and it makes ripples, don’t it?”

Honey hated when her husband was right. And her vagina loved how smart he was. She had looked in the window in time to see Sunny stand and toddle towards Klaus. His eyes glossed over and lost their irises. It was as if he had gone blind.

The parents scrambled through the window towards their son, but Klaus had him by the tiny hands. Sunny's pudgy fingers curled around his.. The larger ones for stability.

“Sunny?!” Selina shook her baby brother lightly.

“Klaus what the fuck? HELP HI-!” Honey yelled but Leon clamped a hand over her mouth.

“He’ll be ok,” Klaus sort of cooed. His voice was low and gentle. “I remember these. It happened so much when I was a kid. It's the innocence I think. I lost this ability because of Reginald.”

“He's in a trance, love. Like in all those movies with seances where the medium goes wonky, and they've got a message from the other side.” .

Everyone held their breath. Then a delighted shout came from the boy. “BIRB!! BEN!!” Then his eyes came back into focus; he threw his arms around Klaus’s neck. As if that was what he planned the entire time.

“Ben?!” Two men with the same face asked simultaneously. “That's my brother.”

“That was your brother’s name?” Klaus spoke first. “Maybe that's where I got it. When Mom asked us to choose our names based on our birth countries, I thought Germany was mine. My brother was Korean, but he couldn't settle on a name. Ben came to my mind. It felt.. familiar.”

Leon walked over to his kids and his twin, or clone, or whatever Klaus was, and picked Sunny up. The toddler stuck his thumb in his mouth and flexed and unflexed his little chubby fingers in his daddy’s long curls.

The matching mess of hair covered Leon's neck and chin as Sunny laid his tiny head down on the elder’s shoulder. The little yawned as his hand now absently stroked Leon's goatee.

“He died in Cyprus. He fought for Britain against our own people. He defected and was killed,” Leon said so casually. “He was 20. I was 16. It was really bloody difficult being an immigrant. A refugee. We left Greece during the Independence War when I was a year old. There's so much death, mate. All around us. I'm just really so sorry you and Nicklaus have to see it up close. I hope here, with Honey and I, they're a bit friendlier.”

Klaus had offered to conjure Leon's brother. His Benjamin. Leon declined. One day, maybe, but 15 years still wasn't enough time. That The Séance had likewise lost his brother in battle at the same age was empathetic enough.

Everyone was a bit melancholy, the air more humid with a spark, Klaus offered to get the littles to bed. Asked if he could crash in their room tonight instead of on the couch. The couple didn't mind.

Really, if Klaus could somehow, they both preferred he just stay here permanently. Honey could keep an eye on him that way. She and Leon knew Klaus had to go back and forth, maintaining his own timeline.

Except the last time he came was two years after he smuggled Sunny to his parents. He promised five minutes. This time it had been over a year. The Kostases were worried the next time he showed up, it would be the 80s. Or they would be old, their kids in their forties.

It was a silent agreement between Leon and Honey that they liked Klaus being around. “But what’s the price WE end up paying?”

Now there they were in the throes of it all. Honey encouraged Leon to tighten his grip around her neck as she scratched at his forearm. Their bodies gyrating in ways they hadn't in years. Not since before Selina. As if they couldn't fuck each other harder or faster.

Honey started to see black spots on the corners of her eyes. She relished in the struggle to breathe. Looking down, the blue tinted midnight sky with its wild lightning reflected back at her through Leon's eyes. He looked deliberate, livid. She knew she looked barking mad to him.

Honey tore at her tits and hair as she felt an orgasm coil around her sex and stomach. She was lightheaded and unable to scream out like always. She began to laugh as best she could like a woman possessed. Rode Leon through his explosion inside of her. She mentally willed it to get her pregnant.

Such a strange thing to wish for while Leon was killing her. Except he wasn't really, was he? Honey could feel herself pass out when there was a massive explosion in the sky over Manhattan.

Leon immediately let go of his wife. A blazing white light that blinded both of them filled the bedroom, and a squawking noise sounded from down the hall. Then yelling from Klaus lost somewhere in the present and possibly Vietnam. There was giggling and the patter of feet with more incoherent shouting and swearing from the littles’ room.

The bird noise only grew over the shouting, so Honey covered her ears to drown it all out. Leon looked stunned. Like he had woken from a terrible dream. That little girl laughter. The patter of feet running down the hall. The yelling and squawking all stopped. Cut off, as if the couple had fallen deaf.

“Mummy!” Selina exclaimed delightedly. It would be strange to Honey that her daughter had developed an accent like Leon's. Except that's who she spent most of her days with. Eventually Selina grew out of it, and Little Italy would take over.

“Can we keep him?! Are you and Papa playing?”

Honey knew Selina’s little head would be tilted. Little forehead wrinkled as it gathered between her eyebrows, tiny pink mouth slightly agape. How Honey loved finding more of Leon in her daughter every day.

“Keep what, Poppet?” Leon asked while helping Honey slide off of his lap. They weren't being modest, she just clearly was coming down from an adrenaline rush.

“This!” Selina held something large and black aloft. That squawking sound again.

Her parents froze. Selina held a raven nearly the size of Sunny in front of herself. It blinked its bright ebony eyes a few times, but was rather calm for being squeezed by a 5 year old. It, he. They knew it was a he. There was even affection on his face.

“Blimey love, whatcha got there?” Leon dared to ask. He was more fascinated than scared. The corvid set Honey’s hair on end.

“It’s Ben, Daddy!” Selina made a tsk noise and rolled her eyes. Little female Leon. “Sunny told us he was coming! The sky was filled with blue people, and Topo was scared. And Sunny’s little hands were blue and Topo’s were too and then Sunny started to fly. He's on the inside roof! Is he Mary Poppins?!” Selina could barely breathe, she was so excited.

“Those blue people are sad and Topo saw one and started to cry. That blue people is Dave. Then the bird came,” she held him out again towards her parents, “and he started making noises at all the blue people and they went away except three and Topo won't stop crying and Sunny is giggling. I'm tired. Can I sleep with you?”

As calm as they could muster, Honey and Leon got out of bed and put on clothes. Leon scooped up Selina who held the raven like a baby. Her dad ignored it. They made their way to the second bedroom where a blue light emanated into the hallway.

Like Sugar said, Klaus was on his knees crying into his hands. Sunny bobbed along the ceiling. He pushed off of it and bounced back up. The little boy’s laughter was a creepy juxtaposition to his older self gently weeping on the floor.

Honey knew. Leon knew. The “blue people” were ghosts. All of that static, that violence and heat in the air the last few weeks were the dead. Crackling and surfacing, begging to break through now that TWO mediums were together. It was, they immediately understood, Klaus’s sheer willpower that had held them at bay. But he was vulnerable, lost vigilance. They all broke through at once.

“Fuck me,” Leon managed at one of two soldiers. He was taller than Leon, but no mistaking his best of curls and angular jaw. Honey knew in life he had dark eyes. “Βενιᾱμῑ́ν?” Benjamin?

Dave, the woman knew, had been Klaus’s lover in Vietnam. He died saving Klaus and their regiment on the front line.

Except Honey could tell that wasn't true. The Commission had him killed to fix the timeline. They were different, not governed by violence more like stern warnings. As if parents instead of a dictator ran them now. When would they come to scold her family?

Lost in her worry, Honey didn't see the third man. The melancholic one with a cigarette perched in his fingers. He wore a giant suit jacket and equally large pants. There was a transparent tumbler of whiskey in his other hand.

This one, this ghost opened his mouth. At the same time Klaus sat up, his head cocked. Then he spoke, and a voice Honey hadn't heard in ten years came out.

“Hiya, Gracie.”

Honey began to weep. “Uncle Lenny.” She hid herself away so he wouldn't see the tears.

“Aw c’mon dollface. It's ok. I'm ok. I'm not ruining my life anymore. I do miss the stage. And Kitty. Tell Kitty I love her, will ya? And Honey, my Honey. That Kindergarten hooker. Spiteful bitch. I miss them. Proud of you, Gracie. We gotta go, ok. The three of us got wrapped up in all that jazz. By the way, cute little fuckers ya got there.”

Lenny tipped his head at Honey and Leon. Then he was gone. They were all gone. Everyone left behind in their wake to cry harder. To mourn in disbelief. Then giggling brought them all to.

Sunny floated down enough for Klaus to catch him by the ankle. He held the little boy to his chest, and Sunny patted him on the cheek. His hands weren't glowing anymore as he shoved a thumb in his mouth. Then, delighted, he gave a shout in the direction of the raven:

“BIRB!!”

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ggdeku · 6 years ago

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Iron Blooded Orphans broke my heart [SPOILERS]

I finished all of Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron Blooded Orphans last night, but the show I once loved made me feel hollow and unsatisfied.

I quickly fell in love with IBO and that feeling persisted through the whole first season. The journey of Tekkadan from Mars to Earth, and that amazing conclusion in Edmonton had marked it solidly as one of my all time favorite Gundam series ever. The strength of IBO to me was it's characters and world building. I was invested in the group of kids taking control of the private military company CGS to help fight for the betterment of their lives while forging deep family bonds. While most of the members of Tekkadan didn't get all that much screen time, I really enjoyed the personalities of the primary characters. Mikazuki and Orga's longtime, co-dependent relationship was really compelling, you could really feel the longtime emotional bonds between them. Kudelia's lofty goal of independence for Mars, combined with Tekkadan's underdog nature made it a group I was really engaged with and emotionally invested in. The antagonists weren't the most compelling, but the dynamic between McGillis, Gaelio, and Carta gave the opposing side some more depth beyond their immediate goals. You got a good sense of what each of those three Gjallarhorn officers were like as people. I also really enjoyed the political struggle of the series, the fight for independence from Earth is a common theme of Gundam, but I thought it was portrayed well here.

I deeply loved this show throughout all of the first season, but the direction taken in season 2 slowly beat me down until I could no longer pretend I was enjoying it. The last four episodes really kicked the wind out of my sails and felt cheap. IBO season 1 had one focused plotline that made sense and felt cohesive all the way through. Season 2 is a bunch of loosely connected mini-arcs with no clear focus, vision, or message. The way character death is handled in this season is one of main reason why I'm upset. It's not just because almost all of the primary characters are killed off, it's the way in which it occurs and the way the epilogue plays out. It doesn't lead to, or accomplish, anything. The ending feels stolen from the characters in a really sick way.

Biscuit's death in the first season had a ton of build up, and we really got to know him as a person and learn about him through his relationships to Orga and the crew. His death informed the decisions and actions of Tekkadan in a meaningful way. In season 2, it felt like the writers just wanted to kill everyone to seem sad or intense, but it doesn't work. By the time Mikazuki and Akihiro are killed in the final episode, I was numb to impact of their death. I didn't feel sad because of their circumstance, I felt sad that the writers drew out this whole series of characters deaths to the point where it felt formulaic and predictable. The deaths of Naze, Amida, and Lafter was unnecessary but drove the plot forward by having Tekkadan take revenge of Jasley Donomikols, which ultimately led to nothing.

Shino, Orga, McGillis, Hush, Akihiro, Mika. They all die losing. Tekkadan utterly loses, but is able to protect the lives of the rest of their crew. If through their sacrifice they were able to create the positive future for their friends, that would be one thing. But they don't and Gjallarhorn wins. Julieta holds the Gundam Barbatos' head on her sword triumphantly, and Rustal Elion maintains his power and influence through successful corruption, controlling the media message on the truth of Tekkadan and McGillis.

The loss and following epilogue really made me angry as I watched. For some reason, despite being shown to be a corrupt leader who crushes everything in his path, Rustal Elion decides to dismantle the Seven Stars system of leadership in Gjallarhorn and reform it as a democratic organization (he, of course, is elected to be it's first leader). Rustal lets Kudelia becomes the chairperson of the newly independent Mars Union and works with her to abolish Human Debris (slave) trafficking. The antagonist won and through his power let the rest of Tekkadan live, all knowing that he unnecessarily killed their friends and tarnished their names as a scapegoat to punish McGillis. The only reason they still live is because of Rustal and they just have to accept it. It's embarrassing and degrading. Yet, everyone seems fine with that (with the obvious exception of Ride).

Watching the epilogue made me to realize that much of the character work throughout the series really didn't make much sense. Rustal Elion specifically. As the main antagonist of the series, we know nothing about him or his ideals. We only see him act as a mustache twirling villain throughout the whole series, but for some reason he ends up enacting McGillis' idea of reforming Gjallarhorn. We have no reason as to why he has done this. It feels really unearned and like a desperate attempt to make a comment about there not being a difference between good and evil, just different pathways for change. This explanation feels extra hollow because the whole show absolutely depicted the different factions as good and evil.

Julieta and Gaelio's ending was ridiculous as well. These two awful characters get a "Let's go eat meat! Anime! lol XD" ending after a whole season of being half-baked uninteresting grunts. Julieta in particular has no character at all. "I need to get stronger" to the ultimate cliche degree. She is a consistently annoying presence that has almost no connections to other characters and offers nothing meaningful to the story through the entire season. While Gaelio wants his revenge against McGillis, their confrontation ends in a rather anticlimactic showdown. Iok Kujan is a ridiculous cartoon clown that only exists to ruin everything. His presence actively made the show worse at every turn.

McGillis' mysterious intentions were interesting in season 1 but once he started to realize his plans, and they started to blow up in his face immediately, he showed no signs of recognizing his failure and this rapid loss of control. McGillis was a frustrating idiot to watch every time he was on screen, an incompetent Char clone. We never really knew what his plan to reform Gjallarhorn was all about outside of removing the corruption from within. But as soon as he got his hands on Gundam Bael, he demanded that the entire organization follow his every order like a dictator. He didn't use his platform to expose corruption, he used it to gain power and forgot everything that led him to that point. He had no plan to counter Rustal, who was obviously going to oppose him. The show wants to portray him has some sort of scheming puppet master, but the writing consistently fails to demonstrate this in any way. Why is Bael some sort of icon of leadership? Why does McGillis think that as soon in as he pilots it everyone will obey him somehow?

With such a large focus on the Gjallarhorn side of things this season you would think we would get some sort of new insight as to the ideology or internal conflicts of the organization, but that doesn't happen. Everything presented is so shallow. Also the entire character of Almiria goes absolutely nowhere.

Tekkadan also saw some new recruits join the team this season, but they remain underdeveloped hangers-on in most cases. Hush, the most prominent of the new recruits, gets almost nothing to do and his relationship to Mika is not well developed at all. His death felt like it should have had a strong emotional impact, but because he was so underdeveloped I felt nothing. He didn't have that much interaction with the other characters this season, spending most of his screen time as Mika's assistant. He says he wants to learn from Mika, but we almost never see the two of them talk. We never get a chance to care for him or understand what he adds to the group dynamic.

The treatment of Atra and Kudelia was awful. In season 2, they are given nothing to do aside from fawn over Mika. Because it's not anime unless every woman in the show is somehow in love with our antisocial, quiet protagonist boy. Atra and Kudelia are most often seen talking to each other, and it is always about Mika. They only ever talk about him and about loving him. This does a real disservice to the characters who had so much potential. As the Founder/President of the Admoss company Kudelia could have been playing politics to help Tekkadan through the entire season. Atra could have actually helped out with the Tekkadan crew in person and had her own independent goals. Kudelia’s love for Mika was not convincing at all to me. Atra has the benefit of knowing him for most of her life and their relationship goes back the longest outside of Mika and Orga. Their romance wasn’t too out of place. But I don’t think IBO ever made a convincing case for Kudelia’s love for Mikazuki outside of his role as the “main character.” I think Mika and Atra having a baby and Kudelia becoming the step-mom after Mika’s death is a cool idea on paper, but it’s execution in the show was brutal to watch.

Season 2 felt like the writers did not know where to take the story so they threw everything they had on the page. It resulted in a muddled mess of themes and story lines with not enough time to give any characters their due. None of the deaths made much of an impact on the main crew at all. Everyone got over each death extremely quickly. You get one scene of brooding then you move on.

There is a part of me that's just angry about seeing characters I liked die, but it only serves to back up my opinion that death is often a lame way to create drama. The removal of a character is not interesting. You are eliminating a person from your story that (hopefully) had relationships, motivations, goals, and hopes. The interactions between your characters is what gives depth to your story and shows how they each grow individually and as a group. Removing all the characters removes possibility. You can show pain and suffering in other ways. Killing off almost every single one of the primary characters was a boring move.

And it makes me sad.

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years ago

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Naruto: The Adventures of Boruto! by BorutoHyuga

Anime » Naruto Rated: T, English, Adventure & Humor, Konohamaru S., Boruto U., Sarada U., Mitsuki, Words: 3k+, Favs: 13, Follows: 16, Published: Oct 12, 2015 Updated: Aug 14, 2016

1Chapter 1: Prologue (Mysterious Assassins arc)

I hope you like it I'm a die hard Naruto and hopefully you are I'm going to do at least 600 chapters and I'm making some new characters! I don't own Naruto. Hope you enjoy and give me recommendation so I can make it better. Enjoy!

The sun shined on Boruto's back itching him to wake up after all it was an important day!

"Ugh I'm too tired to get up!" He moaned. Suddenly the door bust wide open. "Wake up sleepy head!" A kind motherly voice called. "It had to be her," He mumbled under his breath.

"I said WAKE UP," she said in a more stern manner. Boruto lifted himself up from the prison that was his bed, but he hadn't finished his sentence and fell right back down. Hinata (his mom) dragged him into the living room where the maids were waiting to dress him during that long and painful time the maids were jibber jabbering and scolding Boruto. "Wait a minute, wheres Himawari (his sister)?"

"She's already at the Academy, she left an hour ago," Hinata 's eyes whitened and he had a surprised look on his face He was late which wasn't a surprise! On his way to the Academy he looked at the great sights of Konoha it was going to be a long daaaaay...

2: The Long Day (Mysterious Assassins arc)

This chapter is going to be longer than the first one I hope you enjoy sorry for the first one being so short I was trying to get used to publishing a story since this is my first time. Enjoy! BTW I got most of the moves and background info from wiki/Narutopedia)

As Boruto went into the Academy he got the same treatment he always got.

"Hello Boruto you're late again so we won't be able to practice are jutsu's for the exam. Tsk,tsk,tsk!"- Gonae sensei explained.

Oh No! Boruto forgot about the final exam if he didn't pass it he wouldn't graduate and he would be sent back to the Academy. His heart raced back and forth thinking of random jutsu's he could perform but, he wasn't good at any of them except one he hadn't thought of.

"Now for this final graduation exam, if you've been listening, you have to show me a jutsu that's at least D rank, if you do a C rank or higher I'll give you extra credit!"- Gonae looked at his list of students.

"First up is Shikadai Nara!"-Gonae called. Shikadai went to the stand to do his jutsu. "Shadow Imitation Technique!" -Shikamaru called. A shadow linked him to Gonae making him imitate anything Gonae was doing. He stopped the link. "Good job Shikadai-chan,"-Gonae congratulated.

"How pointless..." He said.

"Next up is Sarada Uchiha!"-She announced. Sarada chuckled and went to the front of the room. She performed the tiger hand seal which was commonly used in fire techniques. "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" A basketball sized fireball came out of her mouth but dissipated after a couple seconds.

"Good job but I think you should of perfected before showing but good job," -Gonae explained. Sarada scoffed and walked away pouty embarrassed to even look up. After a long boring list the words came out of her mouth,"Boruto Uzumaki." Boruto jumped from his little nap and everyone started giggling and whispering right away. He stood up,"Right I'm going to show you my master jutsu!" Everyone laughed openly. "AHEM!"-Gonae retorted.

Boruto went to the front of the classroom. "I'm gonna need you to make a clone for this!"-Boruto ordered. Gonae prepared a clone for his presentation.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"-Boruto's clone appeared next to him. "He's a joke..." Mitsuki thought. The clone prepared a small blue ball in his right hand ,he's going to do a rasengan! He ran towards Gonae's clone thrusting his arm forward,"Rasengan!" The Rasengan dissipated before it reached Gonae's clone.

"I should fail you but because you made that shadow clone I'll pass you slightly,"-Gonae scolded.

At lunch Boruto stood alone as usual while his sister talked and played with the girls. Suddenly, Shikadai and Inojin approached him. "Hey dude I think that prank you pulled was pretty funny!"-Inojin laughed.

"Um t-that wasn't a prank..."-Boruto said tensely his face flaming red. "Oh umm sorry!" Inojin apologized. "What a drag."-Shikadai added.

Boruto walked away with tears flowing down his face. "Why can't I be better!" He asked himself. "I don't wanna be called the 'Hokage's Brat' I wanna be more important than that I want to be acknowledged!" He thought. His eyes hovered to his side there he saw Mitsuki staring at him.

"Who are you looking at!"-Boruto yelled. Mitsuki smirked and walked away. Boruto smiled...

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3: Twist & Turns (Mysterious Assassins arc)

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After school as usual Boruto and Himawari walked home together. Himawari smiled and walked confidently which wasn't her normal look. "Hey, what are you so happy about?"-Boruto asked. "Nothing!"-She said firmly that smile turning into a frown.

"You're weird!"-Boruto told. Himawari growled," You act like I'm your little sister remember we're twins!"

"Gosh!" Boruto thought,"she's a real pain for a sister!" They never have unpleasant walks home I guess today was just different. Boruto spotted Sarada sitting near the docks reading a book. "I hate reading!" Boruto thought. Suddenly something pushed Boruto, he fell face first on the ground. "Who did that?!" He asked.

"Sorry." A voice answered. Boruto got up. There was a boy wearing a green jumpsuit with orange neck and leg warmers and bandages on his hands. His bowl style haircut spelled him out. "I'm Metal Lee the son of Rock Lee who was the greatest taijutsu master in Leaf history!"-Metal Lee announced.

"Oh and H-himawari uh ,I hope we get on the same team..."-Lee blushed. "I'll be looking forward to it I guess?" Himawari awkwardly retorted. Metal Lee dashed away to who knows where land. "That guy's weird!"-Boruto pointed out. "Something we can actually agree on!"-Himawari's frown washed away but her arms were still crossed in a "don't mess with me manner." After a long treacherous walk they reached the Hokage Residence their beloved home. Waiting inside was their Dad. "Dad!"-Himawari screeched giving him a nice juicy hug.

"Ow! Himawari that was a bit over the top,"-Boruto rained all over the fun. Naruto looked at Boruto with a smile. "Come here champ!"-Naruto picked him up and twirled him around like a big baby. Boruto laughed and giggled during the fun. They all sat at the table. "Are you guys ready for tomorrow?"- Hinata asked.

"Whats tomorrow?" Boruto wondered. Naruto chuckled with a slight squeak popping out.

"You didn't know, tomorrow you're going to be assigned to your teams AND your going to meet your instructor!"-Naruto ended it with a soft smile. Boruto had a comical surprise face we didn't see that comin'! "W-w-whaaaat! How come Gonae sensei didn't tell us!"-Boruto had a sudden outburst in excitement/anger.

"I guess he was trying to surprise you,"Naruto answered. Hinata prepared the roast that she made for dinner. She handed the plates put on the dinner table.

"Eat up everyone, you got a big day ahead of you especially Dad being Hokage and all,"-Hinata set out a plate for everyone and then sat down. Boruto picked through his food he was too distracted about everything that was going on, Hinata and Himawari were eating steadily savoring their food. Meanwhile, Naruto gobbled up his food as if he hadn't eaten in days.

"Dad?" Himawari called.

There was a awkward silence all eyes were on Naruto.

"Guys I haven't eaten all day since I'm Hokage I never have time for anything including eating,"-He said in the coolest way possible. Boruto groaned and continued to grunt for awhile.

"Hey you know what Dad!" He began.

"Yo!"-Naruto answered.

"How did you eat with your dad when you were a kid and all?" Boruto innocently asked.

Naruto stared at the table with a gloomy faced then looked at Boruto.

"My dad died when I was born," He responded. Boruto looked at the table and sulked, Naruto smiled.

"Don't feel sorry for me! I still had a happy childhood!" Naruto happily exclaimed.

"Having no father didn't stop me from becoming Hokage!"

Those words echoed in Boruto's head he didn't know about Naruto's situation but Naruto's words made him feel a little bit better. That night while in bed he thought about ways his father's childhood could've been: was he accepted into life or was he made fun of, how did he become Hokage?

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4: Meeting (Mysterious Assassins arc)

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Boruto woke up that day earlier than usual he wanted to become a better ninja. But his tiredness tried to get the best of him it must've been 6:30am the Academy opens at 8:20 am! He had to find something to do so he looked at his options. After thinking for a while Boruto got dressed and brushed his teeth but when he was about to get cereal his sister woke up. She dragged herself to the kitchen which was filled with clicks and clangs loud enough to wake anyone up.

"W-what are you doing...up so early?"-Himawari yawned and wiped across her face. Boruto laughed and got into his "Believe It Pose"

"Cause Ima full fledged ninja now and ninja are always It!"-Boruto did his casual thumbs up pose with a wide smile. Himawari tilted her head in confusion and made cereal for both of them. Boruto said thank you with his mouth stuffed with cereal. When they started laughing milk spouted out of their noses causing them to literally cry laugh. Boruto and Himawari were getting closer and finally becoming best friends ,the relationship a brother and sister should have...

AT THE ACADEMY

When they reached the academy it was still too early to enter the building. "WHY are YOU so early Boruto?" Sarada Uchiha questioned. Boruto glared at her deeply.

"Oh so now I can't be early well i'm not the joke people see me as anymore, I'm Boruto Uzumaki the Prodigy of this Gen!" Boruto responded back to her. Sarada chuckled.

"You think YOU'RE the prodigy of this Gen your Dad might be the Hokage but you're not even CLOSE to being the prodigy of this Gen. Shoot, I bet your sister's stronger than you and your a boy you're supposed to be the strongest!" -Sarada clenched her fist and threw it in the air.

"Mitsuki is the strongest but I know one day I'LL surpass and become...the...Hokage!" She yelled with confidence in her voice. The name Mitsuki made Boruto sick he was an arrogant, show off who thought everyone was lower than him. Boruto cursed him in his head. After awhile the doors opened and everyone settled for a class Himawari sat next to Boruto which was an unusual occurrence.

"Now today , students, I'll assign you to your teams!"-Gonae explained. EVeryone gasped and eyed their friends except Boruto and Himawari which they scoffed to.

"AND, later today you'll meet your teachers (the team leaders)!" Everyone screamed and walked across the room to talk to their friends except Boruto and Mitsuki. While looking across the room they made eye contact. They glared at each other so hard you could see the static!

"That jerk I should glue him in a chair!" Boruto thought.

"That lowlife I bet he can't do a D rank move after that fail with the Rasengan!" Mitsuki thought.

"Hn!" They both did. They then faced away from each other.

"Ahem.(No one seemed to hear her)Ahem! Now go back to your seats.(Everyone goes to their seats) I will now tell you your teams!"- Gonae sensei began.

"On team Tamosa will be... Shikidai Nara, (Inojin crosses his fingers) Inojin Yamanaka (lets out a yes!), and ChoCho Akimichi (pouts). Now on Team Ronan will be Metal Lee, Folan Inuzuka, and Himawari (Metal Lee lets out yes Hima bangs the table). On team Udon will be... Salon Sarutobi, Dodon Senju (yells that's me!), and Rose Aburame (waves across the room. Well last but not least on team Konohamaru will be Boruto Uzumaki (yells Believe it!), Mitsuki (Both him and Boruto think," I have to be on a team with that guy,hmph!), and Sarada Uchiha!" - Gonae took a deep breath. Everyone started talking laughing and crying right away. It was torture to Boruto he had to be on a team with Sarada AND Mitsuki it wasn't gonna end well...

"Lunch Time," -Gonae said under all the commotion. Boruto and Mitsuki glared again this time even harder. After eating lunch Gonae dismissed teams to meet their teachers. As they waited in their room the door creaked open he was here! But the person who came out didn't look like a jonin or at least a current one he was a bald old man with a white Kimono, what! Before they could say anything a cloud of smoke covered the man when it cleared there he was!

"My name is Konohamaru and I just tricked you using a transformation jutsu!"-The man yelled.

"I already can't trust this guy..." Mitsuki mumbled. Sarada grumbled.

"We learned that during class teach us a more advanced jutsu!"-Boruto yelled.

This was going to be a weird teacher...

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Everyone's face blanked. His attire was a flak jacket a short blue scarf, and black sandals he also had a black elastic headband sand red armband with the Sarutobi crest on it. Mitsuki frowned , "You joke..." -He murmured. Boruto growled and glared at Mitsuki.

"That's enough you shouldn't disrespect him like that! He's a Jonin he wouldn't be a Jonin if he was a joke!"- Sarada vocalized. Konohamaru still faked a smile.

"That Mitsuki kid is arrogant, Sarada is outspoken, and Boruto is a knucklehead," He thought. Lots of thoughts lingered in Boruto's head he was always thinking about something like what he was eating for dinner or what he was going to do this weekend. Sarada knocked his head causing a big bump to swell up.

"Hey! Hey! What was that for!?" He asked spinning in circles trying to numb the pain. Tears were flowing out of his eyes but he wasn't going to let everyone see him cry so he fought the tears.

"That's what you get for ignoring Sensei Konohamaru!"-Sarada shouted. Konohamaru chuckled trying the hardest to keep his cool ,the kids were already annoying. After a moment of silence Konohamaru started.

"Alright my name is Konohamaru Sarutobi and I'm your sensei or team leader. We are going to tell each other are hobbies and dreams! Now lets start with me!" Everyone put there listening ears on and tuned in. "My Favorite Food is yakiniku ,My hobby is to collect magazines, I like magazines and battling, my dream is to become the greatest ninja in leaf history, I dislike war and arrogant, outspoken, and loud kids just kiddin!" He pointed to Sarada.

"My name is Sarada Uchiha! My favorite food is steak, my hobby is to train! I like to go to fairs and eat ice cream, and my dream is to become Hokage! I dislike Boruto (yells,"Hey")! And I also don't like arrogant show offs who think they're better than everyone!" He pointed to Mitsuki and Mitsuki smirked.

"My name is Mitsuki from the snake clan... My favorite food is sushi and my hobby is... to succeed. I like wars and fighting, but don't like training because I'm already a prodigy." There was a long pause, "My dream is to justify the treatment my clan is getting!" There was a moment of silence...

"This guy, I have to watch him," Konohamaru promises in his head. The moment of silence continued .

"Well, he thinks he's so cool doesn't he!" Boruto thought.

"I'll surpass him!" Sarada promised. Konohamaru took a deep breath to signal he was about to say something.

"You guys are not yet Genin," He explained. They all frowned comically.

"Wait what! W-we did that graduation test for nothing!" Boruto replied him kicking and screaming. Again Sarada knocked him in the head to calm him down.

"That was just to see if you're eligible, let me explain," He began to explain in his cool dramatic voice," after that to see if you're ready we do another test. If you fail it slightly then you go back to the academy, if you do HORRIBLE you're dropped from the program and can never become a shinobi." Boruto's nose started to bleed.

"What! I'm not going to the academy!" Boruto shouted.

"Come on dude." Mitsuki complained.

"I'll never go back to the academy I haven't fulfilled the mission!" Mitsuki thought.

"That's why I have faith in you guys, heh," Konohamaru told. There was a spark of hope in each of their hearts.

"Well see you tomorrow at 5:00 am. in the training fields! Don't be late..."

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6: The Rasengan! (Mysterious Assassins Arc)

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A moment of silence occurred before the kunai made its way out of Boruto's pocket.

"Die, old man!" He yelled charging at his dad.

"Not quite!" Told Naruto as he jumped behind Boruto. Boruto laughed nervously Naruto took on a smile.

"You're not supposed to let your opponent get behind you! Now let's get back to lesson." Naruto handed Boruto a water balloon. Boruto scoffed malicely.

"What does a water balloon have to do with it, we're not playing with toys!" Naruto giggled cheerfully and began to explain

"The Rasengan requires nature transformation which you completely lack in... The first step is to burst the balloon by spinning the water inside multiple directions using only your chakra. In order to do this you must be aware of your NATURAL rotation of chakra." Boruto took a long gulp.

"I-I think I understand." He could feel the water spinning in the balloon as he rotated his chakra. You could hear the rotation surprisingly. Boruto grunted furiously. BOOM! The balloon busted wildly.

"He's a fast learner!" Naruto thought. Boruto smiled.

"Alright! I'm ready for the next step!" Boruto yelled as confident as ever. Naruto threw him a shiny rubber ball.

"Good job! Now The second step was for the you to burst a rubber ball. Since rubber is thicker, and air is completely different from water, it forces the you to use denser chakra to break it. This step emphasizes power." Boruto held out his thumbs up pose and smiled. Boruto had to put more chakra into the rubber ball than the balloon which was putting strain on his body. However, at that moment and time something gave him ALOT more power and he suddenly burst the ball.

"Kurama," Naruto thought.

"Next Step!" Boruto ordered. Naruto smiled contently proud of his son.

"Ok the third and final step is to combine steps one and two by spinning chakra inside a balloon without moving the balloon itself, emphasizing stability of the sphere." Boruto felt jumpy at these new directions he doubted he would be able to do that.

"I can do it!" Boruto mumbled under his grunting his chakra was waving around and around rapidly. After awhile of hard work he finally did it which was a great feat ready to be broken. It took Naruto a week to learn the rasengan while it took Boruto only 4 hours. The sun started to sulk in the nice tangerine sky.

"Congratulations Boruto! You did it!" Naruto congratulated. His grin widened. Boruto felt proud of himself for this achievement but didn't know what to be happy about.

His face saddened he began," I bet you learned it before me!"

"No silly pants it took me a week to learn it you're actually the fastest learner of the rasengan!" Boruto was stunned his eyes widened. A tear ran down his face, "thanks dad!" He hugged Naruto furiously until about 3 min.

"Alright lets go home you have to wake up early tomorrow," Naruto suggested. They continued towards home.

"Oh yeah do you like Konohamaru?" Naruto asked.

"How do you-

"I'm Hokage I actually assign teams," Naruto admitted. Boruto nodded and thought for a minute.

"Yeah I like him but he's really weird and seems annoying."

Naruto smiled.

"You know I actually trained Konohamaru!"

Boruto giggled.

"How did you deal with him?!" Boruto wondered curiously.

"Oh trust me it was hard he was obnoxious and annoying!" Naruto replied. After a quick bento dinner it was time for bed.

Naruto tucked the covers over Boruto's chest.

"Good night!" the exchanged. Tomorrow was the big day it was almost time.

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I'm having a bad day, can you write a DamiJon and TimKon fic where the supers are having an arm wrestling match and their Robin's are laughing and cheering them on from the sidelines? Pleasssseeeeeeee????? 😄

I hope you enjoy this sweetie and that the rest of your week is better and more enjoyable ^*^

Alfred was famous for making sweets; no matter what itwas his deserts where always the best so it was no surprise that there werehardly any leftovers since the batboys tend to finish them. Today however, wasan exception Alfred made his famous cinnamon crumb cake and there were only twoslices left.

Tim, Kon, Jon, and Damian looked at one another silentlychallenging the others for the slices of cake.

“We deserved the last two slices, we’ve solved a case andarrested four drug lords!” Tim said glaring at Damian.

“Arresting a criminal and solving a case is child’s playDrake both Jon and I were able to take down Luthor and his operations!”

“You had help from both Bruce and Clark and we didn’t!”

“You also had outside help, Grayson and Todd had a handin taking down the drug lord,”

“That’s different!”

“How?!”

Before either two could continue their argument, Jon and Connorstood between them and separated the two.

“Come on guys the slices are big enough for all four ofus to share,” Jon said trying to keep the peace, Connor looked at his littlebrother like he grew two heads.

“What?” the younger Kent asked.

“Are you serious? You really want a small slice of Alfred’scake, when you can have your own big piece?”

“Well yeah but,”

“But nothing Kent, it’s clear that neither Drake, the clone,nor I are going to let this matter go until we get what we want,”

“And how are we gonna settle this?” Jon had to ask,Connor smirk as he sat down at the table and stuck out his hand.

“Arm wrestling, you and me Jon winner takes both slicesof cake and the mantle of the second strongest member in the Kent family.”

Both Damian and Tim looked at each other before a slysmile spread across their faces.

“An arm wrestle contest would not only give us a victor,but it’ll finally determine which of our aliens is the far soupier one,” Damiansaid already liking this idea.

“I hate to agree with the brat but he’s right Kon, youbetter win this and not make me look someone who teams up with pansies,”

“Gee thanks Tim, your faith in me means a lot,”

Damian just rolled his eyes as he looked at Jon.

“I don’t need to give you no words of encouragement becauseyou can easily kick his ass, you are not only my partner but also my boyfriendyou could easily defeat him without even breaking a sweat,”

“Umm…thanks?” the young superhero said, a bit worriedthat he’ll let his Robin down.

Jon looked at his brother in fear, the two were alwaysrough housing and testing each other’s strength, sadly Connor always came outon top between their little games. Still beating Connor would be great for hisego also if he could slide in another deal maybe Jon can win both the cake andsomething else.

“Okay, but let’s add something else to the deal,”

“And that is?”

“If you win you’ll get both the slices of cake and Ma’s last slices of pie, also youand Tim have to do whatever me and Damian say for the rest of the weekend,”

Both Tim and Kon looked at one another before looking attheir younger brothers, Jon with a mischievous glint in his eyes and Damianwith a proud smile that was directed to Jon.

“Okay, but if I win we get both deserts and you andDamian have to do our chores for the rest of the weekend,” he said looking atTim who nodded his head in approval.

“Deal,” Jon said sitting down and grabbing his brother’sarm.

Both Connor and Jon smirked at one another before Damianstood on one side of the table and Tim stood on the opposite end.

“Okay you two, on the count of three,” Tim said lookingat both Superboys,

“One,”

“Two,” Damian said,

“THREE,” both Wayne brothers said simultaneously.

Jon and Connor tried to bring the other down as they usedall their strength to bring the other down.

“Come on Kon, show this little twerp who’s boss,” Timcheered,

“Twerp?” Jon asked, for a second he was distracted for awhile, enough time for Connor to bring his hand down a little.

“Jon focus!” Damian cried afraid of Jon losing, he didnot want to do Drake’s chores for the rest of the weekend but more importantlyhe wanted that cake! {And the pie}

Jon regain his focus as he pulled his arm back upbringing it back to the center, he glared at Kon who couldn’t help but smirk atalmost winning,

“That’s it Jon kick this wanna be Super-man reject’s ass!”

“What did you say?” Kon asked all traces of humor gone,like Kon who took advantage of his distraction Jon used his slip ofconcentration to his advantage and tried to bring down his arm he was halfwaythere before Kon regain focus more like Tim hit him in the back of the head andyell,

“Focus!”

Kon regain his focus as he brought his arm back to thetop, this time it was Jon who had a smirk on his face and a look of worried wason Connor’s.

The two kept trying to bring the other down, Tim and Damianlooked at the two with both excitement and anticipation as their supers triedto beat the other,

“Come on Connor don’t let this little boy beat you,”

“If Jon wins its not because Connor was defeated by a boyit was because he lost to a far supior being,” Damian said as he watched hisboyfriend winning this match.

“Come on Kent, don’t let this clone beat you you’re waybetter than him,”

“Of course, I’m gonna win Dami, after all I’m cuter andsince I am younger that means I’m a lot stronger I mean you’re getting old Kon,that means you’re losing your edge,”

Both Tim and Connor looked at him in shock while Damianlaughed at Jon’s trash talking. He was to cute when he tried to be tough.

Connor smirk as he tried to push his arm down,

“You maybe cute little brother but I’m hotter and I maybeold but I have more experience than you, and plus I at least don’t cry duringthe Lion King or the ending to Pokémon,”

“Ooohhh,” Tim said, he found three pairs of eyes lookingat him weirdly.

“What? Isn’t that what people do after they are donetrash talking them?”

No answered him before Damian said,

“Remember clone, you are marrying that,”

“Don’t remind me,”

“Hey!”

Jon just laughed as he kept trying to bring his brother’shand down.

“Come on Jon kick his ass!”

“Damian language,” Jon said acting scandalous.

“Yeah Dami, gosh darn it you are only six years old!” Timsaid unable to resist a jab at Damian’s age.

Damian just rolled his eyes as all three boys laughed atthe joke making Damian blush a bright red.

Jon and Connor smirk at one another as their boyfriendskept cheering them on.

“Connor you’re the strongest, bravest, sexiest, and bestman out there! Don’t let this little boy win!”

“Kent, I don’t need to boost your ego because you have meas your boyfriend and that’s enough to know you’re better than the clone so youbetter not lose,”

“Of course, I’m everything you said Tim, can’t let thelittle brats get the best of us and think they are better than us, now can I?”

For some reason this made everyone laugh as theirfriendly competition kept getting a little more heated with their trashtalking.

“Dude I know I’m better than you, and I got a hotterRobin who can kick your old ass without even trying,”

This made both Damian and Tim go,

“Ooooooohhhhhhh,”

“Tim, he just dissed you,”

“Yeah, but it was a great dissed I couldn’t resistcheering him,”

Connor turned to his little brother and couldn’t help butsmile as he said,

“You just said a bad word that means I’m telling mom,”

“Tattle tale,” both Damian and Jon said making both Timand Connor laugh.

“Then I’ll tell Tim about the time you dressed as aballerina and danced to swan lake!”

Both Tim and Damian started laughing as Connor turned abright red before he said,

“Say what you want but I look good in a tutu,”

This made all the boys laugh including Connor who couldn’tresist laughing along his friends.

“Ready to give up?”

“Nope, you?”

“Tch, you wish,”

“My superboy is gonna win Dami,”

“Not a chance Drake,”

“My money is on the clone,”

“No way man Jon is totally gonna win,”

“Wait what?” Connor asked distracted by the new voices, thedistraction was enough for Jon to bring down Connor’s hand making him thevictor.

“I did it! I won! I beat my…brother…” Jon watched in horrorat the scene before him,

Damian, Tim, and Connor turned to where Jon’s face wasstaring as their faces mirror Jon’s expression.

Sitting on the counter was Dick and Jason…eating…Alfred’scake.

“See told you little wing that Damian’s superboy wasgonna win,”

“Ah shit man, I owe you fifty bucks,” Jason said as heput his empty plate down next to him.

“Yeah you do,” Dick said as he took a final bite of thecake and placed his own plate down smiling at his brothers and theirboyfriends. He saw that all four of them were giving them a scandalous look.

“What?” Dick said.

All four continue to stare at them before Jon was thefirst to snap out of it and shouted,

“GET THEM!”

A few minutes later Alfred came in the Manor with a newtray of cinnamon crumble cake and two pies from Ms. Kent, he knew his grandsonsloved his sweets which is why he decided to make another batch as well as askMs. Kent for some of her pies which she kindly gave him.

As he passed the living room and headed for the kitchenhe had to stop and walk back to the living room to make sure that what he sawwas true and not some trick from his eyes.

Upon looking at the living room he saw Master Grayson andMaster Todd tied up hanging from the ceiling while the young Masters, MasterDrake, and Master Kent were sitting in a circle watching some show.

Master Connor was sitting on the couch while Master Drakewas resting his head on Master Connor’s lap who was running his fingers throughhis hair.

Jon and Damian were resting on the other couch in thesame position as their older brothers however, Master Damian was reading a bookto Master Kent and young Master Kent was smiling as he listen to Damian’s softvoice.

Master Todd and Master Grayson were shouting-or tryingwith the gags on their mouth-to be released. All in all it was a typical Fridaynight.

He wanted to ask but at the same time was afraid to,after all if he had to guess it involved his sweets and the boys not being ableto get some. Taking a deep breath, he shakes his head as he headed for thekitchen. He’ll wait until the boys are done watching TV and released MasterGrayson and Master Todd before announcing his surprise.

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 5 years ago

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World War III

1. I said "there's a remote" at least 10 times because I'm not a control freak but I'm also not trusting either. So i know i put an alternative to a satellite on land and I know I put a remote in case who we trusted didn't use the missle.

Now she remembers how i told her to turn the MISSLE on and off because i expected people to trust me and allow me to speak and not tell me im too stupid to not create a remote for a missle on NORTH KOREA when i lived in NEW MEXICO, USA.

Im not gonna say how. But there was also clue words this week to help her remember. But okay

2. So instead of saving the world, the world learned How to save itself. And that's better.

Our last war. And the whole world joined in. We are now completing WWIII. The best war ever!!!! That we finally are winning. The First World War that every country joined to fight and protect the world. 🌎 it was a real world war not a prissy fit over having the most money or the kings and queens (gods and goddesses) in the world.

3. The remote. I gave to the one person in the world that i knew for a fact that would kill her clone sister. No description no nothing. An active missle and it would be done 100%

4. The remote had no labels. I requested that it just look like an old hearing aid type device which i was told it was but was really a listening device we had in the cup above our sofa in NYC. But i didn't live with my parents and I didn't speak to my Uncle unless it was about is son or something wrong with the living conditions. I got my parents and neighborhood involved. I knew the consequences. So i never spoke about my days or nights and what i done in secret except on walks wirh our mouths covered or turn around and point at something random or look at the ground with our hair covering our faces, we coded/hid everything my friends and i did and even said.

4. She tested the first button then called North Korea to see what happened. The satellite had a little door which was unimportant. But it would indicate the sare was off. She was trying to figure out the turn on code which would been simple enough in a frustrated move.

5. As it was North Korea was invaded by Trump. 20 minutes into her struggle. So Kim Jong-Un unplugged it as per his instructions.

6. She understood the invasion but we needed the missle more than ever. So she tried to get him to turn it on. He refused because the satellite door closed. So they thought it was Broke. No. Its a dam on and off switch. Look its on!! look its off! SIMPLE look out the window!!

7. He wouldn't turn on the missle which would then turn on both the missle and satellite by default. SIMPLE.

8. She couldn't figure out the remote! They said it didn't exist! And no one would tell me what was going on. And the remote wouldn't plug in a missle launcher!! Im fucking sorry world!! 🌎

9. She had no instructions and no labels. She was to tell Kimmy she was experimenting. So he could tell her how to label it if she felt it was safe. With a number system only she remembered. But he wouldn't answer the phone because he got a new phone number for the missle room. She didn't know -- it just rang and rang. By the time she figured it was safe enough to interrupt the missle Trump invaded and Kimmy went to the bunker!!

10. She just tonight hit the button that notifies him what is happening to the machine which she hadn't had a chance to do before he unplugged it.

11. Everyone thought the priority was to fix the unbroken satellite. While holding hostage the Trump invader.

12. I can protect Ethan with falling planes that I wreck into with a Chinook i use my palms to propel on the dash board. I can run a war from a bedroom with nothing but my heart and soul and heal millions of dead. BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOCK DOWN A MISSLE LAUNCHER INTO REMOTE MODE to go out for tea OR TELL IF A SATELLITE IS NOT BROKE. that is what i was told multiple times. And not by North Korea. My own fucking team that has studied every fucking thing I've done and seen i make Plans A - D just to walk myself to the bathroom. And assures me in the midst of a war that i am being throughly researched so we win. "Go get 'em champ!"

13. So last night i found William still working on the fucking satellite who said the piece was being made and it was 10 fucking days. For an on and off switch that was cosmetic and the actual switch was 1 foot inside the satellite in a bullet proof box that could never break. And hes begging to doubt anyone was actually making it.

14. This is bullsjit i said. Its not even fucking broken. I'm having a fit. Look at this fucking shit and i magnet in 18 satellites. "Get what you want" scream at one guy inside an old 1980s one i called Direct TV because it had a 2 way camera on it. So I use part of his to make a bullet shooter because this shit... Was on my last nerve. And i shoot EVERY GODDAM thing i can't see.

15. People from other people were calling the International Space Station asking "does she have a problem today?"

16. Yes And every galaxy was losing their evil. Cause Fuck i needed help so did they.

17. William finally finished not fixing the satellite and I propped open the button to turn it into a two seater. And we went to find out who i killed in the International Space Station. 45. So the 2/3 unhappy due to 10% were happy we found.

18. Truth or Consequences would take 5 and a half minutes to complete. Now it takes 6 and a half seconds. William sped it up. And set it to the core.

19. My GPS range is only 105 miles. Now 102.

World War III is almost over. It will be over -- should be -- by the time that the last time zone enters 2020.

Its been Hell.

We can all see that while us world leaders and I the smartest and bravest of any galaxy can still be overtaken by one troll.

Which is why we must always remember to work together.

My plans had no flaws. It was prepared for absolutely everything.

20. Even air war. The planes were all bullet proof and battle proof except the Pilot Windows. I designed the eQ2 fleet. Convinced her that they would open the windows like WWII planes for fun and should. Because nothing in the world would be better so don't waste money on extra bullet proofing. We gained one jelly filled body, only lost one good one arm and one jelly filled body (due to water and Tree healing) and millions of evil and clones. And I also used those planes to protect Ethan as they crashed and William protected Logan's twin today as i was busy.

21. I also designed the Chinook since 1998 in 2008 i made upgrades.

World War Three was a success for Planet Earth, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, Jupiter, San Frensesno, and Pluto plus many more including Mars and Venus.

And it was only fought on Earth all others remained Peaceful.

And each planet saw how to protect their planet so now in the future they can be as protected as us. I asked them not to intervene as i don't know their planets. Except in dire emergency. They didn't. So we did a fucking good job.

22. Pluto we designed War assistance together so we knew them. Since 1994 they have been here to protect us. That is why it became uncategorized as a planet.

So Happy New Year. I'm sorry NYC I missed it once again. It's only 10 pm here

Im down to 98 miles.

What have I said?

Our plan of defense and protection failed.

We continued to defend as we were attacked and successfully protected.

...

We failed at working together. So we got more people to help us. And when that was scary, we called Pluto and gave them the honor they deserve. And they loved it.

So ask for help.

"Hey babe help me with the dishes" and talk about your day you'll probably end up in giggles if you talk about me.

"Hey babe. Finish reading that paperwork I was sent on missiles will you" and you may just end up saving the world.

"Hey doofus, remind me every once in a while that you died in 1998. That would help me a whole lot to figure shit out on my own and beat amnesia because i been beat in the head too much" and you may Just never know to fucking say that!!! So don't let your soulmate trick you into saying something stupid!

So ask for help when you know you need it.

The world knew how much they wanted to help. Did y'all know how much we needed it? In the end... We really didn't. But the world needed to help. And we needed to help them. Us.

My Twin Brother doesn't drive 362 mph on training days because we like to take the slow lane.

We wanted every one to be happy and safe as fast as possible.

That was a downfall as soon as Gary Trump found out how to regrow the penis I shot off in 1984 on purpose, cause he is a pervert. He thought he could finish taking over the world with his greed.

And what happened class?

He began to. And we dominated him. We would gotten to the satellite and we would still fought the way we had even if he was still alive. But the healing and damage would been much greater.

We could have handled it easy. We had mild shit. Y'all if I25 had air war which did until I announced no GPS or lights and the neighborhood commander retreated and admitted defeat and announced surreandered.

I could had had the planes fall to protect y'all. And still had time for Wichita Texas with brothers Ethan, Logan and Ezekiel.

I pulled William and Matt out for their sakes. They needed a break, anyway. It wasn't punishment it was to protect them as they were targets. Sure its easy to heal but come on. Why for when your mom and dad are here for the first time in thirty years? Don't go to work. It's safer and healthier on Earth... Or was supposed to be for William.

Yet a bad thing worked fine in the end.

Because we all began caring in ways we hadn't before or in a long time.

For the first time Mr McNabb lost a child. Before he never had the loss his children did when he was taken in as a hostage then human trafficking victim. So he finally learned the sadness his children felt all their lives when thinking about their parents. The craziness he thought he saw was actually beauty of the mind and heart working together not to just survive but help others as well and to help them heal. And now he sees his sons not only as fierce fearless warriors but also as healers that are gentle and kind. And he can recognize the sadness and fear he kept hidden all these years. And finally let it go.

Tonight if you have Pluto with you. I am on the west mesa near the Belen airport.

Up here your loved one will stay the longest.

If you are evil. Your last moments can be spent here and may be finally for once your greedy heart can begin to grow. Much like the Grinch and you have a chance to save your soul

I am the only Jesus you will ever know.

I am at 70 miles range now. At 1050 pm

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