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azucanela · 5 years ago

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Hey, can I get an Bakugou/Shouto/Shinsou hcs where they have a crush on their classmate that haves an astronomic quirk? I had seen an artwork where the guy is just like an universe force full of stars on his body and I've just had this idea. I hope you having a good day✨✨✨

REACTING TO S/O WITH ASTRONOMIC QUIRK [GN HEADCANNONS]

ft. bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto

SUMMARY: in which Y/N has an astronomic quirk and the boys can’t help but fall for her.

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: mentions of threats, fluff, really pg tbh

A/N: there is a total of two gifs for shinsou hitoshi that exist so for the sake of fairness we shall move away from gifs! also i hope you have a nice day too bb <3

BAKUGO KATSUKI

the volume in this bus is

astronomical.

okay but fr you have an astronomic quirk that essentially allows you to do anything in relation to the universe, so you’re out here making black holes with your hands and shooting out some cosmic energy at your opponents, your lil super weapon is a supernova

whenever you use your quirk your body literally glows, like it looks like a galaxy on your body, your skin literally looks straight out of a photo from NASA, its almost as if your hair becomes a liquid as it floats into the air, defying gravity, wisps of energy occasionally coming off, speaking of defying gravity you can fly because gravity happens to not exist in space um float float woo

moral of the story, you are POWERFUL, scoring in the top five amongst your class, depending on your control over your quirk and creativity, you may have even outdone katsuki

he hates you for this, and despises you because you’re just so good at being a hero, and yet everyone is still a student. unlike him you hopefully have your emotions in check, and are far more capable of social interactions, which are very important as a hero! for rescues, and interviews, and team ups! collaboration is key.

as he grows as a person, he also grows out of this mentality of despising those who are better than him and instead begrudgingly seeking their assistance to improve. so congrats, you earned his respect! you are one of few that his managed this task!

he just kinda forces himself into your life, not that you mind, but it is a little random when he just kinda plops down beside you during lunch and starts eating, looking at you as though he’s daring you to say something

you just raise a brow and move on, continuing to speak with your friends who remain baffled by his sudden presence

katsuki is gonna be asking you to train 24/7, he wants to improve his skills and you are one of few he considers worthy, you don’t mind because he’s also talented and your quirks are pretty well suited for each other in combat practice

realistically you could just suck him into one of your black holes but he doesn’t need to know that

anyways during one of these training sessions, after a while of actually getting to know you and stuff it just kinda hits him that you look really ethereal when you’re using your quirk, and wow you are beautiful

and now he’s been hit in the face by one of your cosmic blasts, and he is cursing and you are apologizing, coming over to his as the stars on your skin fade and your hair returns to normal

katsuki is BLUSHING as he realizes his mistake and he is desperately hoping you did not notice why he screwed up, swatting you away as you attempt to help him up from the floor, the remnants of your quirk’s glow still in the training room

he was here to be a hero. not to have stupid crushes.

you are definitely his first crush oh god. this boy is an emotional mess, he’s never felt like this, he never had the time or the desire to feel like this, katsuki has always felt like nobody else could keep up with him so why should he like anyone?

until someone could keep up with him, that someone being you

he likes you oh no. oh no. oh no. panic is all that is katsuki bakugo and he’s going to try and storm out but you’re like omg what the hell man???

everytime he sees you, especially when you’re using your quirk, he’s gonna get all blushy, and everyone is gonna notice how flustered he is, they’ll catch on pretty quick

accidentally stares at you in class and it frustrates him to no end when he begins to focus again and realizes he allowed his gaze to fall onto you

“you’re staring again bakugo 👀”

“SHUT UP.”

when you two start dating he’s gonna want to ask you to use your quirk when you’re alone just because he wants to admire you and how pretty it looks, but it is going to take a LOT of bullying and pushing to get him to reveal this

let him touch your starry skin he’ll be freakishly calm, and his touch will be so gentle because it is just so pretty and its you and it seems really out of character for him but your quirk is just so coming because at the end of the day it is you

moral of the story is stars calm our boy baku

SHINSOU HITOSHI

the only person who hasn’t seen your quirk in action because he doesn’t get accepted into the Hero Course until later on. but he’s probably gonna see it for the first time at the UA Sports Festival.

you two are friends already! you wormed your way into his life, initially to his dismay but now he likes you as a friend, thats about to change

you probably just started sitting down at lunch with him randomly and he got really confused and you just kinda shrugged and were like, “you have nice hair.”

that was it.

in all honesty, the purple color of his hair lowkey reminded you of your own quirk and you kinda just wanted to meet him and that’s what you did, after a while of hyping yourself up and backing out several times

regardless, it became a daily thing and you found yourself determined to befriend him, and you did! it was lovely, he was slowly accepting you and everything was going great, he was finally talking about stuff with you during lunch and he’d wave in the halls and woo!

anyways, the UA Sports Festival, you’re like the only person he knows so he’s paying attention to the festival purely for you, even when he gets eliminated

you’re about to go up against bakugo and allow me to explain some of the other wonderful parts of the universe

a wormhole = a white hole and i think its still rather theoretical and not proven but right now in this instance they are definitively real! so you can teleport with you quirk basically! not that anyone knows this because you’ve been saving this lovely ability

there is also black holes but that is a little excessive for a festival, and cosmic blasts, but bakugo has blasts of his own so

shinsou is watching and then you begin GLOWING AND HE’S SO SHOCKED MAN, like your skin looks like a picture of the galaxy, and your hair is glowing and floating in the air, hands sparking with wisps of energy radiating off of you

its beautiful, you’re beautiful, bye bye platonic feelings, shinsou just fell in love by accident

he probably liked you already but it took this moment for him to realize that he liked you.

shinsou is watching in astonishment as a white hole opens up in front of you, bakugo blasting forward at an incredibly quick rate and shooting through the hole, just to end up outside the arena

that’s the story of how bakugo almost killed you on camera and you won the sports festival :D shinsou thinks you are so COOL but he’s gonna be really nonchalant about it and be lowkey when he asks you about your quirk

tbh he’s gonna be bashful, but he’ll ask for a demonstration of your abilities because he really just wants to see that again, and when you say yes he’s pretty ecstatic though he isn’t expressing it.

“hey.. why didn’t you tell me about your quirk?”

“you never asked”

“would you mind uh..”

you’re looking at him like what you want boy

“would you mind showing me your quirk?” the words come out quicker than he’d wanted but you don’t seem to notice

“sure! right now?”

you two are in his room and he doesn’t know why but seeing your body begin to glow, beautiful stars lighting up your skin, it feels rather intimate, and he finds himself blushing

you’re giving him a demonstration of your other abilities but he can only really focus on just how pretty you look because WOW

in general, he’s gonna try to catch glimpses of you using your quirk as often as he can, though it is difficult since you are in different classes

when you two start dating it’s probably around the time he gets accepted into the hero course, and he feels like he’s behind so naturally he asks his girlfriend and best student in the class for help training!

get’s distracted the first couple of times he sees you use your quirk in class, but he manages to get over it after a while, mostly

not ashamed to blatantly stare at you in class, because you are his girlfriend and he is VERY proud to say that

TODOROKI SHOUTO

welp

this boy

is probably an astronomy nerd, idk why but i can see it, he just knows an odd amount of things about the universe and stuff or anything astronomy related

where’s this constellation? oh ask shouto for some reason he knows

honestly though, he had a lot of tutors growing up since he spent most of his time at home “training” with his father, shouto didn’t go to school and was instead taught by these tutors, and astronomy happened to be a very prominent subject

due to his blunt personality, he’s the only person who is gonna outright say that you look really beautiful when you use your quirk, and everyone is gonna think they’re hearing things, but he has no shame repeating it when asked

you’re blushing this time around ma’am

like you’re all demonstrating quirks as Aizawa pretends to determine if you are going to get expelled or not, and you kinda just begin to glow, your skin looks like the literal galaxy and your hair is glowing a variety of colors, becoming an liquified thing as wisps of energy radiate off you and yoU’RE JUST FLYING ACROSS THE FIELD WOW

space has no gravity because people go float, this is why you also float, but it is a controlled float! you also have cosmic blasts, a funky black hole, a white hole that definitively exists in this universe, yeah astronomic quirk looking good rn

“that’s incredible.”

“im sorry what did you say?”

“her quirk is very impressive.”

later on probably after the two of you are slowly befriending each other, shouto finds you interesting and he wants to learn more about your quirk, and he thinks you would be a decent training partner seeing as the two of you are at the top of your class, so he starts associating with you

and associating with you becomes sitting with you during lunch, sharing his food, studying with you, training with you, he’s spending a lot of his time with you and the entire class notices because shouto is normally way more withdrawn what is this??

its not until one particular training day that uraraka wonders if the dekusquad should get involved, you’re using your quirk and she, todoroki and the others are on the sidelines just watching as they wait for their turn to spar

shouto is staring at you, eyes wide, mouth open with wonder and he just says, “wow. that’s beautiful.”

uraraka is like DID I HEAR YOU RIGHT HAHGAS

he likes yessir, that is a gorgeous person that i simp for look at them glowing so pretty yes yes

idk who approaches who first, either shouto is so confused by this weird feeling he gets whenever he is around you and starts avoiding you, opting to visit midoriya since he’s knowledgable and asks what is wrong with him. or uraraka insists on an intervention since homeboy is clearly in love with you and someone has to tell his deku smh

once he realizes he likes you hes probably gonna be quiet about it for a hot minute, and you find his silent behavior odd because to everyone else he’s like this, yes, but with you he tended to talk more and now you’re like??

shouto is trying to figure out what to do about this situation because this was an ACCIDENT and he does fear losing you since you are like the only person he considers a friend at this point.

you confront him and he’s kinda like, “apparently im in love with you.” he cracks pretty fast about whats going on and he is really upfront with you and you’re just like WELP

thats how you start dating icy hot :)

only one that is not ashamed to ask you to use your quirk because PRETTY SHINY WOW gorgeous just art. definitely takes time to just stare at your glowing skin, connecting the stars with his fingers in astonishment he’s gonna tell you how pretty you are 24/7 even if you don’t use your quirk because you are just that beautiful

loves telling you random astronomical facts, tries to see if the things he learns can be used by you since your quirk is based off space

accidentally finds astrology and is now lowkey obsessing over zodiac signs and nearly got his ass beat by bakugo because he had a temper tantrum and shouto was like “this is just because you are an Aries.”

power couple woo

you aren’t just his world, you’re his universe <3

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dmsden · 4 years ago

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Adventure on the Fly - Personal Plot for Aarakocra

Hullo, Gentle Readers. This month’s personal plot article takes us into the Elemental Evil Player’s Companion for a look at that high-flying race, the Aarakocra. If you need a copy of the Elemental Evil Player’s Companion, well, you can grab the PDF for free! Check it out at https://dnd.wizards.com/products/tabletop-games/rpg-products/player%E2%80%99s-companion

Aarakocra have been in D&D since the 1st edition Fiend Folio, but I’ve rarely seen them used. I was excited when they were given PC status, and I’d love to see someone play one over a long term campaign.

Just to get the elephant in the room out of the way, yes, the fact that they can fly at first level is a big deal. Their ability to fly is pretty much their only real racial trait, other than the rather limited ability to use their talons as weapons. Sure, I suppose a player could RP kicking at at enemy, but, unless they’re flying to begin with, it’s hard to imagine this being used super regularly.

With this in mind, this is going to inform some of your storytelling. If anything, you can use this ability to inform some of your storytelling decisions. If the PCs need to scout ahead as they travel, view a region from above, scale a cliff, or cross a bridgeless ravine, obviously an aarakocra is going to be enormously useful. This doesn’t make them completely immune to all the perils normally associated with similar activities, however. A human-sized eagle is going to be pretty noticeable, allowing goblins in the dense forest to begin preparing an ambush, or a cave fisher to start checking out a choice morsel.

Another storytelling element that immediately jumps out at me about this race is the “fish out of water” feeling. Unless it’s an all-aarakocra party, the aarakocra PC is likely VERY different from their companions. They are going to get stares if they enter even a fairly cosmopolitan city, and some people might treat them as a hunting prize, or want to collect feathers from them as a souvenir. While the novelty of having people gawk will lose its luster quickly, realizing they have a target on them might make things very uncomfortable very fast. Many people might not consider the aarakocra civilized, never having run across such people before.

An aspect of the aarakocra that’s very interesting is their tie to the Elemental Plane of Air. This means that, historically, they have battled with the forces of Elemental Evil Earth, such as gargoyles, immediately giving a foe that an aarakocra PC should recognize as a foe. They are also tied to old D&D lore involving the Wind Dukes of Aaqa and the Rod of Seven Parts. That immediately sets me thinking about old modules, including the Age of Worms, which also involves said Rod and mentions the Wind Dukes from the first adventure. If I knew I was going to have an aarakocra PC, you can bet some of these plot elements would become important in my campaign.

One thing I would talk to with the player right off the bat is where their character comes from. If they are native to the Elemental Plane of Air, as many aarakocra are, I would work with them to find out what brought them to Greyhawk, or Faerun, or my campaign setting, or what have you. Do they have a quest? Are they in exile, seeking redemption? Are they hunting down a threat from the Elemental Planes? Undergoing some kind of rite of passage?

Even if they’re native to your world, they’re still generally presented as keeping to their own, so the same questions will still apply. What brings them out of their general isolation to get them adventuring? To my mind, it seems like this journey from isolation would provide a lot of fodder for adventure and story.

I would absolutely provide moments for the aarakocra to use their speed and flight to save the day. A message might need to be delivered to a wizard in a tower, or a daring scout to fly ahead and warn the king’s army of the ambush lying before them. Maybe a puzzle laid by a people known for levitating around reveals clues when viewed from above. Or perhaps there are Nazca Line like formations that reveal a secret when viewed from the sky.

I hope this has made you think about having an aarakocra in your campaign. I know many DMs who wouldn’t want to allow it, but I definitely would. Rather than fear the aarakocra’s flying ability, I would tend to embrace it. It’s part of what makes this race so unique, and, if you’re aware of it, you can design around it.

Next month, we’ll be looking at that most reclusive of backgrounds, the Hermit. Until then, stay healthy and warm.

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undercoverwizardninjaturtle · 5 years ago

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A ROTTMNT Fanfiction: The Lucky One Chapter 1

Word Count: 4137

Summary: Leo has never considered himself to be unlucky, but when meets a young rabbit samurai wielding a bokken he wonders if luck is all its cracked up to be

Pairings: Whats zero times zero? MORE ZERO

[1]“Are you Miyamoto Usagi?”

Those were the first words Katsuichi had ever said to him. At the time he had been a small child just shy of five years and half drowned by a rain storm determined to finish him off. The tree he had found refuge under was barely doing its job of keeping him somewhat dry. The storm had drove him to seek out shelter after a puddle, one that had failed to drown him had taken his sandal as collateral.

Truth be told a wiser person wold of turned back, even a stupider person would of decided to go back. But there was nothing left for him back in the village. Except for his fathers grave and the pitying eyes of well meaning villagers.

Truth be told, any one fo them would of taken him in and he was sure he’d have a happy life with them.

But to be thought of as a burden, even as young as he was, was unbearable.

That was the reason he didn’t answer immediately. He thought maybe one of the villagers had sent the man after him, but at the moment he was too tired to lie. All he could do was nod before pulling his knees under his chin o help preserve some warmth

“There’s a lot of people worried about you little one.”

“I’m not going back.” Usagi had been sure of that just as he had been sure he’d never have a say in the matter. His numb body and spirit had nothing left in him.

There was a shuffling coming from the samurai in front of him, but rather then drag him away by his ears, the samurai settled by his side ,sitting with his back to the tree. Curiosity got the better of Usagi and he finally glanced to the stranger.

He had seen samurai before, his father had been one, but none like this. A tall lion with long red hair and matching beard that barely gives room for his eyes and mouth, wearing a for black silk kimono and a dark blue happi. Both were finer then any clothing he had ever seen but well cared for.

For a moment the two sat in silence, with nothing but the rain to fill the silence. Then the samurai spoke “I am sorry about your father. When I received word of his passing,, I cam as quick as I could.”

At the time Usagi could only look at the lion samurai in confusion, he was sure he hand known all his fathers friends, “how did you know him?”

“I knew him from many years ago, . I made a promise that if anything happened to him I would look after you.”

“I don’t want another father. I liked the one I had.”

“As you should. You are a faithful son. You will be my student. Nothing more nothing less.”

Usagi looked down to the ground. The rain had continued its onslaught since the samurai had joined him, and at this point it almost seemed like the world was drowning.

What chance did he have other wise?

What choice did he have?

Taking his silence as a answer ,the samurai rose to his feet and Usagi with him. If he had known how far they’d be walking, he would of gone back for his sandal. But he kept silent. Through years of training, of living in isolation, and everything he kept silent.

He would never allow himself to become a burden

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

Ten years later

“Alright, you two, what are the rules?”

Leo rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, ask Don he was listening.” He could hear Hueso grinding his teeth together but couldn’t be bothered to look up from Miscord, “Right D?” His brother was now giving him the same unamused look but he made sure to give him a smile before looking back to his phone, “Right?”

“Yeah.”Don looked back to Hueso,” The rules are: Don’t’ leave Hueso’s side, don’t annoy Hueso, don’t’ say anything to anyone but Hueso. And don’t let Leo talk to anyone even Hueso.”

That brought him back, “What?! Hey!” Leo glared at the skeleton, “I don’t remember that one.”

“You didn’t remember any of them that’s the point.” Hueso jabbed a finer in his face,’ You didn’t even remember your portal sword. That I told you explicitly to bring”

Leo puffed up his cheeks before crossing his arms, trying to ignore Donnie smirking at him , “Look I just wont talk to anyone.” He clearly lied, Ok, so he had left his sword implanted in Dad’s armchair, it wasn’t’ because it was huge, bulky and tired of carrying it around (who could be sick of carrying around a giant portal sword that was almost bigger then most of his friends)but for other reasons that he didn’t have to justify to anyone, “I didn’t know we’d be going to the Mystic City! You’re the ones who supposed to have those toppings! I figured the most dangerous thing we’d be doing is

“It is not my fault my restaurant ran out of those toppings hours ago and the only way to get more is front the market. And almost every time you go anywhere in the Mystic City you end up being chased by a mob.”

“I thought Karlos picked up your groceries from the Market?” Donnie asked from disinterest, “and wait on tables, and deliver food.”

“I need to get that kid a raise.” Hueso said to himself, “And apparently he’s got a weird form of rabies and tetanus so he’s taking some time off. That is why if you REALLY want those toppings wer can only get them here, in the Mystic City Farmers Market. Now I will ask you two this ONCE. Is this all worth the hassle?”

Leo glanced at his brother, and this time Donnie actually made eye contact, albeit nervous eye contact , with him. Making a quick agreement as Don held his phone up higher and switching over to Raph’s number. Leo ducked in closer to be in the video lens. “Um, Mabye its better to show you?” Don gave him clear ‘the hell are you thinking?!’ Look before rolling his eyes back at him and pulling up his phone and pressing on Raph’s number, their brothers phone only rang for a moment before Raph’s desperate face filled the screen, “Don thank god where are you?! Do you have the toppings!? Are you outside!? Are you coming in!? Are you calling to tell me you’re in the kitchen and you’re about the bring it out?!”

‘Heeeyyy buddy.” Leo squished his face by Don’s so he could be in frame, “Just want to check in on you, hows our sick wittle brover?”

Raph’s face, which had been young and full of hope a week earlier fell further (Leo noted a plate going flying behind his head, “just checking in?!” Are you crazy?! Do you know what happens when I turn my back on Mikey-“ Raph gave a shriek and dropped the phone, in the background Leo could hear him yelling,” JUST PLAY DEAD POPS! MIKEY PUT THE FRIDGE DOWN!” It took several seconds before Raph came back into view, judging by the wood behind Leo guessed he had crawled under a table, “Listen to me right NOW. Mikey’s already taken Dad hostage and is dominating the living room. He’s trying to conquer the kitchen next and I don’t know how much longer I can hold him off! My barricade isn’t going to hold off forever!”

“Michelangelo is about as intimidating as a wet kitten,” Hueso paused, “Wait, he threw the fridge-“

Raph gave another shriek before he disappeared from sight followed by a dead tone. Don put his phone away, “That’s why we need the toppings. Mikey has had a stomach flu all week and hasn’t been able to eat anything other then gluten free dry granola bars. If we don’t give him what he wants, he’s probably going to end up a orphan and a only child.”

Hueso pinched his brow taking a few steps away cursing in Spanish. Leo could only catch a few snippets, of what he was saying but he was pretty sure Hueso was cursing him out. He couldn’t help but sigh and drop his head on Don’s shoulder watching the Yokai passing by with disinterest. He had heard Hueso mention the Mystic City Farmers Market a few times, normally with scorn and a complaint about “the price of Basilisk Cheese” or something. Hueso finally straightedges, out brushed his hands down the front of his suit and turned to look at them with a deep breath,”alright, but again follow my rules, don’t annoy me and we’ll be out before blood worm hour in the Pizza Restaurant.”

Leo wasn’t sure he wanted to know what ‘blood worm’ hour was all about. But Hueso was already walking into the crowd, (“don’t wander off!” Hueso yelled) He gave his brother a shove on his battle shell to keep in him front , “Hey D?” He started, “I know I already asked you this, but are you going to be ok? If you can handle this I’ll just go with Hueso alone.”

“I’m not letting you go alone,I just.” Don took a deep meditative breath pressing his palms together, “We could of avoided this whole thing if we had just left the Lair on time.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He could admit fault sometimes. He just did always like doing it, “We’ll do this as quick as possible. In, out, and I’ll make it up to you I promise. I’ll buy you...” Leo though for a moment, bribery really was the best wa to deal with a stressed Don, “Three Jupiter Jim comics of your choosing.”

Don gave him a long look, and for a sec Leo though this brother was too off with him to take his offer but Don sighed, ‘It’s fine I have my noise cancelling headphones, now immune to mystic energy, and three back ups. Plus my special noise canceling bandana Dad made me so I’m fine. Let’s just go.’”

“Great! That’s my man!” Leo did a half skip sideways through the portal for the usual flash of blue before he ended up on th either side a second later in a crowd of Yokai with Donnie by his side a a second later. Thankfully it wasn’t crowded as he was used to, but like any other time he had gone to the Underground city it was the sheer number of different Yokai caught him off guard. None of them gave a glance to the two turtles that appeared out of no where. Leo made sure to check on his brother for a moment, “Ready D? Are you ok for splitting up? Who can ever find the creeepy toppings first owes the other five comics!” Rather then wait for Don to verify (or rightly accuse him of trying to weasel out of paying his comics) Leo ducked off.

The last few times he had been here he didn’t really have the chance to look around stalls too closely. Now he could see that most of them held strange trinkets, like necklaces made necklaces out of eyeballs and flasks containing different swirling colors. And a crap ton of weapons that made him feel like he was in a ‘shop’ in a video game store.

There was a bump on his shoulder and for a moment his vision was filled with starkingly white fur, “Sumimasen,”said the slightly shorter figure before moving past. Leo barely gave it another thought until something white hanging of its head pricked him in the eyes, “ow!” Leo rubbed his eyes before half glaring at the person who passed him, “Long ass ears. “ he cursed lightly, was that a rabbit? He glanced for a moment. Yup a bright white rabbit who was already giving him no second thought.

“Looking for something Kappa?”

Leo drew his attention to the vendor he had been getting ready to talk to, who somehow had more mouths then head, “Yeah buddy my bone man, me and my bro are looking for some like weird worms with eyes that normally goes on pizza? You seen anyone who sells it?”

The Vendor twisted its mouths for a moment, “Uh, not sure what a pizza is.”

He narrowed his eyes, “You have a infinite amount of mouths and NONE of them have eaten pizza? You lead a. A sad life “ Don gave a half nod of agreement before going back to his wrist tablet. There was a yank on his mask and he found himself Stumbling back into Hueso’s face, “Why am I not surprised you ignored everything I said?”

“Because its my charm?”Leo said with a big smile. Hueso opened his mouth, probably to tell him off or to threaten to drag him before something behind Leo caught his eye, “oh boy.” He said with the same tone he’d use whenever Leo enter the pizza joint. Leo turned around, glancing around trying to find the source of his concern. There was a Pirate Puppy Yokai, a Cat Cavalier Yokai, that white rabbit looking at a booth, and a yokai that was just a eyeball wearing a fedora. He was about to ask who Hueso was talking about but his eyes were fixated on the rabbit, “You mean Bugs Bunny over there?”

“Karlos mentioned seeing a white rabbit the last few times he came here. He’s always here by himself which is not a good idea.”

“Why not? We’re here by ourselves, and we’re fine. And you just said Karlos comes here alone.”

“Its is not the same, you’re here with me. Trust me if you were alone you would of already had your shell stolen. And Karlos only comes down here on days I designate. As I said its not always safe here-“

“What are you looking at boy!?” A loud voice shouted over the already loud crowd.

The rabbit jumped nearly a foot in the air (literally and figuratively) not a that Leo could blame him, the yelling Yokai was some sort of Cyclops Octopus Yokai with fat arms and giant bat ears and looked as though he was the owner of the booth the rabbit had been standing at, “You’ve been here five times in the past two days, are you going to buy something or what?!”

“I-I-I um” the rabbit stuttered out before his arms magnetized to his side and he bowed in a Almost robotic manner,” I’m sorry please forgive me. I didn’t mean to cause you problems-“

“You’re causing me problems by taking up space!” The yokai suddenly grabbed the rabbit by the front of his shirt and yanked him close to his face in a way Leo could tell he was very uncomfortable with, “Are you trying to steal from me boy!?It’d be the last thing you ever-“

“OI.” Hueso shouted, finally shoving past a Yokai made of Play-do, “Berbi quit acting like a thug.”

The Yokai, apparently Berbi, swung to look at him, “I know a thief when I see once Hueso. I’m not a idiot.”

“You have glaucoma Berbi, you think everyone is a thief. Now go eat a candy bar and quit scaring off your real costumers.”

Berbi glared hard Hueso with snarling broken teeth, but after a moment he flinch and looked away with a snarl shoving the rabbit away stomping back behind the curtain behind his booth. When Hueso started walking Leo followed him on autopilot. He was used to seeing Hueso dealing gang members and Big Mama he had almost forgot Hueso was capable of as much intimidation as anyone. Now that they were closer, he could see the the rabbit was his age, if a bit shorter. Wearing a short blue untucked kimono with a white obi and black pants (they were called hakamas right) and some sort of samurai sandals his ears tied back in a pony tail his fur was so fluffy that some of it stuck out on his scalp, his bright pink eyes looking to them in concern as though he wasn’t sure what to do or expect from them. Instead he did as he did before and bowed, “Thank you, I’m sorry for causing you trouble as well.”He said with a soft Japanese accent

“Do not thank me, are you here alone? Where are your parents?”

The rabbit looked at him in surprise,”I-I’m not, I don’t-“ he looked away for a moment as though in shame

“If you don’t’ have parents, then I’ll take you to one of the shelters nearby.”

“I’m-“ the rabbit froze, “I have a home. I’m just not there.”

Hueso looked him hard, causing the rabbit to avert his eyes. Leo could just remember that it was supposedly a sign of respect. Right? Atleast according to the Samurai Sam movies he had watched (not nearly as good as Jupiter Jim or Lou Jitsu but still enjoyable). He took a moment to glance around, don was no where in sight, hopefully finding the toppings they needed. They had a good enough signal that Don would text him if he needed him-“

“Fine, go home boy. Before someone less pleasant then Berbi decides you’re a thief. You’re drawing too much attention to yourself and here that is dangers out. So go home rabbit, go back to your family And I better not find you here again.” Hueso turned on his step and walked away. Leo turned after him, looking over his shoulder at the rabbit who was still staring at his feet, but the pain coming off him was enough even for him to notice, “dude, bone man wasn’t that a little mean?”

“No. Not mean. Just harsh. This isn’t a safe place for children to be hanging gout alone. Some yokai who come from neighboring villages like to make a bet out of coming here and seeing what they can get away with, I doubt he’s one of them but he needs to go where he belongs where he can be safe. IF my son were in this situation i would want someone to give him the same advice.’  Sometimes Leo forgot that Hueso was a dad, he had never actually met HUeso’s son, but in the few times he spoke of him and judging by the photo on the wall he loved his son dearly. Which was in no way a bad thing. But He looked back over his shoulder at the rabbit again. His whole body slumped as he turned and disappeared around the corner.

He wasn’t sure what drove him to do it, but Leo stopped long enough to duck behind a large platypus yokai. Hopping Hueso wouldn’t notice his disappearance for too long. He glanced at his phone, Donnie had sent him a picture of some Creepy Toppings, atleast he had found some. They’d be gone in a few minutes but he didn’t’ want to leave yet.

Leo ducked the way he had seen the rabbit go, with such a thick crowd he could only guess that the rabbit had ducked between two small buildings. The rabbit was ducked in the buildings shadow, leaning his forehead against the wall with a shadow cast over his face. Leo couldn’t tell if he was frowning or what, and a wiser person might of decided to leave it be

and yet

Leo waved “Hey! Bunny man!” grinning as the rabbit once again metaphorically and physically jumped a foot in the air, looking as though his fur was on end, looking at him as though he was a car insurance salesman and not a overly cheerful rabbit, “what do you want?!” the rabbit asked not rudely, “I’m leaving just please leave me alone-“

“Don’t let Bone man bother you, he’s a sweetheart. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

The rabbit blinked at him, momentarily stunned “Y-yes I’m fine thank you for your concern but I must go .”

“Oh come on don’t let Hueso scare you off, why don’t you come hang out with me and my bro-“his words were cut off by a sudden shove on his shell sent him hard to the ground, his beak cracking against the ground and filing his mouth without blood, he went to raise his head again when something pressed hard on the back of his skull pressing his face hard on the ground

“I knew you stole something! I knew it! you and this fish kid are working together!” Leo couldn’t help but groan loudly at Berbi’s voice, “ Aw you again?! Go take a vitamin man-“ before his mouth was full of ground again

“I- I haven’t stolen anything!” the rabbit said ,” Please don’t hurt him-“

“Empty your pockets!”

Oh boy, Leo was starting to see why Hueso didn’t want him or Don coming here alone.From the lid of his eye he could barely see the rabbit feel around ,”All-all I have is a onigiri and some water-“

“Then give me that thing you have at your waist!”

The rabbit hesitated, before reaching for his obi, because Leo had seen far too many samurai movies he had expected the rabbit to pull out a magic katana or a sword bigger then his, but instead he slid out a polished wooden sword, bowing and holding it out, “just please stop hurting him and you can have it.”

There was a pause, judging by the way the foot shifted on his head he could guess Berbi was trying to get a better close at it before the Yokai burst out laughing,” That’s all?! a stick?!You run around all day with a stick playing samurai?! God” he snorted, “you’re just a nobody aren’t you?” his face leaned close to the rabbit who kept his gaze to the ground. a meaty fist grabbed him by ear and yanked hard, forcing his gaze up to his, “ I bet you wouldn’t last five seconds in then Nexus-“

The pressure was finally off his head enough that Leo rolled away, “Go eat a damn vitamin you bitch!” Leo swung his leg out and kicked Berbi hard on the side of the knee causing the large yokai to shout out in pain and stumble away, releasing the rabbit, Berbi grabbed his leg and glared at him, the rabbit suddenly grabbed him by hand, yanking him to his feet “Come on!” dashing down the opposite side badly giving Leo enough time to get on his feet. Berbi was already back on his feet, yanking out what looked like brass knuckles out from his pocket ,” You’re a bitch!” Leo yelled

Despite running the rabbit looked back on him with a surprised look, “I am not a bitch! My name is Usagi!”

“No not you, him!” Leo blinked, ignoring the Yokai yelling and running after them, “wait you’re a rabbit named Usagi? Did your parents hate you?!”

Usagi’s eyes widen,” WhA- no my parents hate-“ before nearly running smack dab into a wall. Leo, being closest to the turn, took the lead dragging Usagi after him before realizing they were at a dead end barely a second later Berbi slammed into the wall after them. He barely had time to shoulder Usagi behind him, “ You two are DEAD,-“ Berbi shouted, “I was going to sell you two to the Battle Nexus. but i think i’d rather keep you and beat some manners into you-“

“Would you stop talking like a anime villain for five seconds?!” Leo asked ,” Seriously you’re boring me!” he managed to get his phone. Don had sent him a few messages asking him where he was. He had no doubt that Donnie was already tracking his location. So he and Hueso would be here soon. Not soon enough though his head was hurting so bad he hadn’t noticed that Berbi was in face until his hand closed around his head before a shout came from behind him

“Leave him alone!”

Before Leo could acknowledge what was going on, Usagi had charged forward slamming his wooden sword hard into Berbis stomach sending the Yokai hard into the wall. Any relief that Leo might of ,could of, felt disappeared when the building next to them began to tremble, larger cracks forming, “ah BEANS.” He had fallen of buildings plenty of times but he wasn’t sure he could survive one falling on him-

Suddenly a familiar blue lights formed behind him. Before he could turn and fully give a reaction, Usagi’s arm hooked around his neck and drug him back, filling Leo’s vision and world with familiar ring of a portal ring he himself had built many times

Not for the first time that day, he really wished that he had brought his portal sword

a/n

thats right! as a huge Usagi fan it was inevitable that I would write a Usagi fic. design and certain aspects for Usagi was inspired by the great and powerful @lesbianleonardo

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#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fanfiction #usagi #miyamoto usagi #usagi yojimbo #leo #undercoverwizardninjaturtle #tmnt 2k18 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnie #tmnt fanfiction

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cynder-wolfy · 6 years ago

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here’s me making a really long post rambling abt dragons from a game i play

just to clarify, 0 of these dragons are mine, they all come from an online game called dragon cave. i added links to their wiki page so people can see what they look like (&i can use this as a short cut) and all of their sprite artists are credited there. usually the sprite artists come up with their dragon's description as well

starting off with the list of pygmies or smaller dragons

kyanite pygmy - i really love these lil guys, they're playful & feisty and i could see them being really friendly but kind of fickle wild dragons, like they'll play with kids in the woods but parents try not to let them

mimic pygmy - i LOVE these pygmies, they're friendly during the day but at night they're >:-). i can see them being a dragon people regularly try to kill, cause i dont think they're above killing any humans in the woods at night

mint dragon - there isn't much to this dragon, they're just small & flightless and i can see people using them for weed control in their gardens cause they're herbivores

pipio pygmy - i LOVE these guys!! they're kinda birdlike and probably the 'perfect' pet dragon, but cause of their popularity i can see them being treated like shit a lot by breeders

common pygmy - could definitely be a pet dragon, but i think they'll just be a friendly wild dragons, & if you give them some honey they'll love you for like, a day lmao

red-tailed wyrm pygmy - just a good all round Boy, a wingless worm dragon that can still fly is pretty cool. i can see them as a pet dragon but they wander off a lot so most people don't bother. they're more of a 'around town' dragon than a dedicated pet

and now the normal/ bigger dragons :D

almerald dragon - they're very pretty and weird!! they're basically a mood dragon fdhfdj i like the colour change thing & that they're just kind of lazy, so i wanna add them in as a casual wild dragon that's just kind of indifferent to humans

anagallis dragon - oh i love these ones!! they're friendly and like sun bathing & defening smaller dragons, so i figure they're pretty good friends w humans too

azure glacewing dragons - big boys !!! too big to be concerned about humans but i love them !! i don't think i can find a place to add them but they could be used to background lore purposes

ash dragons - these ones are so cool, they big & have a scary face but they're gentle giants. smaller dragons go to them for protection. i really wanna add one in at some point, maybe towards the start of the story

black dragons - they were an original species on DC so their description is kind of flat, but they're pretty badass, i can see them being dangerous dragons at night

balloon dragons - i have no idea how i'll fit them in but god i love them, just a species full of lads

black truffle dragons- oh god i love these poor dragons, they canonically get exploited by humans so i can see people like. kidnapping them from the wild & locking them up. i think i wanna add them in later at some point, but they're good for lore purposes

dark green dragons - v good 'evil' dragon, i think i'll definitely be using them near the start or when things kick off

day glory drakes - !!!!!! i love this species !!! they're definitely the most popular dragon to own, cause they're about the size of a cat (:D!!!!) and they're so pretty, there's also night glory drakes but they arent as common as pets

daydream dragons - i never read their desc up until now and oh god i love them. they literally just spend their lives zoning out. mood. i think it wld be cute if humans hung out near them when they wanted to sleep well or just have a good think

duotone dragon - two-headed boy! love that! they’ll probably be in the story solely for that reason

floret wyvern - god i love these ones!! they’re so pretty and nice sounding & i wanna be it’s friend. i think the calming aura is really cool & they could be an awesome recurring dragon or even a straight up main character at some point

honey drake - small good boy!! likes honey!! is basically a bee dragon!! i can see them being pets as well or just rlly friendly wild dragons, if you give them some honey

kingcrowne dragon - hhh!! they’re so pretty and v good for more dragon/human history and lore

magi dragons - kinda neat & i can see them being feared by humans cause of how they use magic mostly. i think i’ll include their transport bsa in the story

ochredrake - one of the only few bigger dragons to be considered pets, cause it specifically mentions that they tame easily & also i said so. pretty tight drake

pink dragon - i can see these dudes being luxury pets or a status symbol just cause they’re pink i guess

sapphire dragons - good for lore!! they’re very pretty and i definitely want them in the story at some point

striped river dragons - love!! just some water loving boys. feel like adding them as casual wild dragon, not adding anything to plot just kinda bein there

tatterdrake - just some vicious fun loving boys!! a good ‘evil’ wild dragon, idk if i’ll add them but i think they’re pretty cool

whiptail dragons - love them!! small fast & cool. will proabbly be a wild dragon

gold dragons - god these dragons are perfect for lore. the most hunted/sought after dragons to exist & they are Not Happy about it lol.

neglected dragons - i’m not sure how i’m gonna logic these into the story, but i want to add them for lore & also just to show cruel humans are becoming toward dragons. owners will purposefully mistreat eggs so that the dragon inside is forced to become a neglected dragon, and they loath their owner for doing it but they’re too physically weak and dependant on that owner to be able to leave. it’s considered a huge status symbol to own/create a neglected dragon

uhhh and that’s all the species i’ve looked at so far!! this is definitely Not all of the species on DC but i want to start out the story in a forest, so i only looked at forest dragons for convenience. maybe if i end up writing the story i’ll expand the list as roman goes to the different “zones” in the world

oh and the plot i guess: the main character will probably be a late teen/early adult roman, living in town somewhere on the edge of the forest. he’s grown up in a time where there was mostly peace between humans and dragons but dozens of incidents start happening and the people of the town are slowly turning against dragons. he’s always felt kind of connected to them but was unsure why.

uhhh something Happens at some point & suddenly he can fuckin. Hear dragons talking. and it freaks him the fuck out. he tries to hide it but his mother notices and reveals that she found him as a baby in weird circumstances and had a hunch something like this was going to happen. so roman gets insanely curious about dragons once he can hear them, but he’s afraid to speak to them. only problem is the town is now against dragons and any more interest in them would only bring suspicion onto him.

so he just fuckin. goes out into the woods. and tries to learn by watching them. it obviously doesn’t go so well the first few times but he starts off with smaller dragons like pyymies and just tries to interact with them.

i’m not sure if i’ll keep the story being him just going around & interacting with dragons. i could make it ambreigns like way later in the story once he starts travelling, and i think the first Big plot point would be him trying to convince the town the dragons are ok.

as for the dragons, there’s like a Big Evil dragon queen that has some kind of mana that’s never been seen before, so she’s slowly trying to infect the different dragons species with it to kill the humans who have been killing them.

idk. its messy man!! its messy. but i like talking about it so i am. even if i dont write it its still a good story to play out in my head. i’m not good with fantasy stories so i’d probably screw it up lol

if you’ve read this far I’m Sorry

#dragon story #hoo. boy. this is very stream of consciousness #but i had fun #long post

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wanna-see-my-lease · 7 years ago

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Morons!

Masterlist

Show: Supernatural

Summary: @emilyymichelle – Can you do Crowley fic where the reader gets taken by rogue demons and Crowley comes to save her please? Thanks love!!

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 1,804

Reading Time: 6+ minutes

A/N: Thank-you for the request Emily! I love ya baby! Was listening to Trigger Finger by Louden Swain when I wrote this – oh fun tidbit, was watching an interview with Rob Benedict in it and he said that he wrote this one for Richard Speight JR cause of Richie’s fear of flying. Also, no beta, all errors are totally my own :D

XoX

Sam and Dean normally had no problem with you doing simple hunts on your own. They learned a long time ago that you were more than capable of handling most things on your own, even if you weren’t raised as a hunter. You became a hunter when your parents were both killed by demons, leaving you alone in the world as a young teenager. That was when you decided that you were going to try your best to save people, so they didn’t have to go through the same pain and horrors you did. That was when you came across Bobby and the boys – thus they quickly became your family.

However, like all families there were secrets. And like all secrets, they eventually come to light; just like yours was. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell your family, it was more you knew just how your family would react if they knew. However, you were pretty sure that they were starting to notice. Honestly, how could they not? Every time you were around them, there was no demon attacks. It was almost as if demons went off the face of the Earth. Or to their astonishment, Crowley would pop in and offer a helping hand now and again if it convenience him. With that, you knew there was bound to be questions eventually and it seemed that the cat was about to be out of the bag.

Crowley’s POV:

It was the same old same old. Statistics, and margins on souls and yada-yada. It’s not that I don’t enjoy being the bloody king of hell – it’s just not the same with out Y/N. You’d think that after being a demon for just shy of 300 years, that a simple human wouldn’t have gotten under my skin and wormed her way into my heart. But Y/N just seemed to have done that and as if that wasn’t putting her in enough danger. She continues to hang out with those insufferable Winchesters – Moose and Squirrel.

Lost in thought, and ignoring what my minions were blabbering about, I felt my cellphone ring in my pocket. As I held my finger up to shut the idiot up in front of me, and pulled my cellphone out, my heart jumped in my chest. It was the first time I felt worry like this in… well since ever.

On the display of my cellphone read ‘Moose’. Now, we all know that Samantha wouldn’t call me, so that meant that there was only trouble ahead. But I couldn’t help but worry that maybe something had happened to my beloved darling.

“Leave.” I ordered the court as I swiped the answer button on the contraption. As soon as everyone was clear of my court, I stood up and answered. “Samantha. What do I owe the pleasure?”

“It’s Y/N.”

Those were the two words I loathed to hear. It only confirmed my suspicions that something was wrong.

“We think a group of demons has taken her.” Sam continued, “When we went to check on her at the hotel we found that there was a struggle and sulfur.”

Reader’s POV:

To say that your head was pounding was an understatement. It was as if your brain was trying to escape the confinements of your skull, a massive jail brake. As you slowly opened your eyes, you found that the light was assaulting you. Your instinct was to shield your eyes, however you instantly found that you were bound to a chair. This was your epitaph as a hunter, and it caused you to slightly giggle.

“Hello kitty is awake,” You heard a voice call from where you could only guess was across the room. The sound assailing upon your ears.

Taking a deep breath, you knew that you had to figure out how you were going to make it out of this alive. You knew if there as some way you could get to the knife inside your boot, you could cut your way free and take the demons out. However, even though that sounded like a good plan, it wasn’t feasible with your current situation. There was no way you could get your knife as your arms were bound to the armrests of the chair.

“She’s going to help us take out Crowley.” The second voice rang through your ears.

“Phff,” You scoffed finding your voice. “You two morons must have lost your brains somewhere along the way if you honestly think that I’m going to help you take out the bloody king of hell.”

The first demon walked up to you and plugged a knife into your chest. It knocked the wind right out of you, as the shock of the knife plunging into your chest. It caused your vision to disappear as searing white hot pain ripped through you. You bit down on your lip to try and muffle the scream that threatened to rip from your throat. You couldn’t give them the justification that they were truly hurting you. No, you had to be strong. You had to find away out of this.

Crowley’s POV:

Being the son of a witch had its bonuses. At least with that knowledge it didn’t take me long to locate where Y/N was taken. However, what truly pissed me off was the fact that it was my own men that had taken her.

As I was walking through the warehouse towards the end that the two morons were holding my kitten, I over heard their nefarious plans to try and use her to get to me. That was going to be the last thing I was going to let happen. But what really got to me, was hearing the muffled cry she tried to smother. That meant that these two complete dimwits had hurt her. I wasn’t about to stand for that.

Anger pulsing through my veins I walked towards them, my eyes narrowing as I inched closer to the two idiots that dare lay a finger on my – my Y/N.

I watched as they stood close to her and threaten her some more. The sound of my footsteps finally dawns on them as they turned around. The first idiot pulled the knife from her leg and held it up to her throat. Another wave of anger pulsed through me and without a second thought I snapped my fingers killing the demon.

“You betrayed me.” I simply state to the last remaining demon standing in front of me. “No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with.”

Reader’s POV:

The sound of his deep and raspy voice was like a warm blanket washing over you. He was your savor and you were not afraid to admit it. If there was one thing you had learned was that you had to take your winnings where you could get them. You watched as the last standing demon tried to plead with the king of hell.

“My king. It was all…” The demon started.

Crowley shook his head, and snapped his fingers sending the demon God knows where. At that point in time you didn’t care. You were in pain and tired, as your head lulled to one side. Within a quick couple strides Crowley had made his way to you and was untying the ropes that had burned into your skin. “You’re going to be all right, Kitten.” He cooed as he dropped the last rope that was bound to you.

“Crowley.” You breathed as he came around to face to you.

Just as he was about to say something the sound of two large men barreling into the warehouse stopped him. “Y/N?!” Dean’s voice vibrated throughout the large room.

“Y/N!” Sam’s voice followed through as they came into sight, both running towards you.

“Sam, Dean.” You sighed as you now were leaning against Crowley.

You could tell by the fact that the King of Hell had tensed that he was not happy to see your boys. “What in the hell are you two doing here?” He barked at them.

“We came to save her.” Sam answered, his brow knitting together, as he put away the angel blade that was in his hand.

“A lot of good you two did.” Cursed Crowley. He turned and scooped you up in his arms. “You two were supposed to protect her, not let any harm come to her. And you bloody blew that one, morons!” He yelled.

Dean’s voice was harsh, but seemed so far away. “It was your demons that did this to her, you douche!”

Your head was resting against Crowley’s chest, and the steady rhythm of his vessel was lulling you to a sleep as your eyelids started to grow heavy. You knew it was a terrible thing, that you needed to get medical attention as you felt your shirt get more and more sticky from your own blood. You took a shallow breath, “Guys, can we not fight right now please?” You asked, your voice shaky and almost in a whisper.

Sam nodded his head, “Guys, she’s right, she’s hurt pretty bad.”

“Cas!” Dean yelled, “Cas get your feathery ass down here pronto!”

There was a flutter of wings you hand grown to know it as Castiel. Before you knew it, there was a warm sensation that made your skin tingle like you were being wrapped in a blanket of warm energy. With it, you found that all the pain simple vanished like sugar in water, and your breathing was restored. You knew that meant that Castiel had healed you, as it wasn’t the first time he had to do it. And you knew it wouldn’t be the last, either.

Standing on your own to feet, Crowley pulled you to his side. “Later boys.” He said as he snapped his fingers bringing you to this throne room, where you found yourself sitting on his lap.

Your brow knitted together as you looked at him, “Crowley?”

“I want you to stay here, where you will be safe until I find out what is going on.” He answered.

Smiling you leaned in and gave him a kiss, “Your wish is my command.”

#crowley #crowley king of hell #crowley x reader #Imagine Crowley #Sam Winchester #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean imagine #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #supernatural fic #SPN #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic

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cyb-by-lang · 8 years ago

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OSF AU - All the Little Children (5/?)

Part 5: Wherein an uneven fight is had and Garp is still a shitty grandparent.

Content warnings: Garp being a shitty grandparent (specifically by fist-fighting a panicked pack of preteens).

This is stupid.

Ace watched, his limbs locked in place.

The two weird kids just dove straight at Gramps even though he was so much bigger and stronger and faster than anyone else Ace had ever met. One of them had wings and the other had claws and fangs and both of them had weird pets, but they’d never win.

This is stupid.

Ace’s hands clenched on his pipe.

Whenever one of the strangers would get knocked away or through a tree or into the air, the other would cover the hole they’d left. Naruto would make copies of himself like it was nothing, trying to pin Gramps down so Fairy—Fū, her name was Fū— could break his nose or something. Either way, she just got punched and bowled ass over teakettle and it didn’t make a difference.

Sabo was tugging on his arm. Luffy had a death grip on his shirt.

And Ace couldn’t move away.

This is so fucking stupid!

One foot landed in front of the other, and the next thing Ace knew, he was running right for Gramps. Luffy and Sabo were right behind him, because they always were and took cues from him even when it was a bad idea. This was a bad idea. This entire day had been a bad idea and he had the scratches to show for it.

“DAMN IIIIIIT!” Ace heard himself scream, even as he dashed in and planted his pipe squarely in the hollow of Gramps’s knee.

The old man grunted and flinched, but not for long. The next thing Ace knew, he was flying backward and rolling across the forest floor. He got to his feet almost instantly, half-surprised that he still could. Normally, Gramps hit way harder.

And just for a second, he stared at his pipe.

Ace had never landed a solid hit before! Sure, the fox monster was chewing on Gramps’s leg and keeping him from responding to everything, but that was a clean hit!

“YAAAAAA!” Luffy hollered, landing on Gramps’s back to no effect whatsoever. If the little bug worm hadn’t been spitting silk in his ear, Luffy wouldn’t have landed on Gramps at all. He was just too fast.

“Eat dirt, you shitty old man!” screeched a new monster, small and yellow-brown with spots. It tackled Gramps’s other leg and wrapped its little arms around it, still making a ton of noise. “HOW DARE YOU HIT GAARA! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL EAT YOU FROM THE TOES UP!”

Right above the little caterwauling thing, Sabo jammed his pipe into Gramps’s elbow to throw off a punch and almost made Gramps fall down from overbalacing.

“I told you three to run!” Naruto shouted, in between more of his copies being punched out of existence over and over. He grabbed Ace’s shirt collar and tried to shove him away from the fight. “Get out of here!”

“This isn’t even your fight!” Ace yelled back in his face, “You should’ve run, too!”

“I’m really bad at running!”

“SO AM I!”

At that point, the tone of the fight shifted. Sure, Ace found some common ground with the guy who threw an animal in his face—which was kinda weird, but that wasn’t the bit that was important. Instead, tons and tons of sand ripped its way out of the ground and changed the whole clearing into something straight out of the big beaches on the edges of Dawn Island, where Ace usually didn’t go. None of their feet sank into the sand, but Gramps was trapped almost up to his knees before he threw Luffy and the little animals off.

Then a shape showed up, forming right out of the sand into the shape of a person who stalked right toward the fight.

“Stop. Attacking. My. Friends,” hissed the creepy redhead kid from last time—Gaara. His nose was a mess, worse than Ace remembered from his own fight with Porchemy, but he was still up after what might’ve been one of Garp’s punches. Freaky as hell.

“QUIT TRYING TO KIDNAP MY GRANDSONS!” the old man replied a voice that shook leaves from trees.

For a very long second, no one said anything. Everyone was frozen mid-punch or mid-flinch, or maybe mid-bite as far as the little animals went. Naruto’s jaw hung open, as did Sabo’s.

Then the orange fox said in the flattest tone imaginable, “…What.”

“That might be more convincing if you hadn’t hit that one,” said the green grub, waving its little nubs in Ace’s direction. “You’re pulling our tails, aren’t you?”

“Practically the first rule of heroism is that you don’t hit kids!” Fū said, with those orange wings buzzing like a dragonfly’s. “How can you claim to be anyone’s grandpa when you’re doing that?!”

And to Ace’s shock, Gramps actually let Luffy climb down. And didn’t instantly punch anyone. Instead, he faced down this girl less than half his size, her hands on her hips, and he crouched until he could speak directly to her face.

“I,” Gramps said, slow at first, “AM TRAINING THEM TO BE STRONG MARINES!”

“BULLSHIT!” Naruto bellowed, standing shoulder to shoulder with Fū, between Gramps and Sabo and Ace.

Luffy shot around the sand ring, propelled by Gaara’s weird power, until Sabo could grab onto him. He took a deep breath and his rubbery chest swelled up before he shouted, “I DON’T WANNA BE A MARINE! I’M GONNA BE A PIRATE!”

Ace almost pinched Luffy’s ear and pulled on it, for all the good it’d do. Even if he was serious, he didn’t have to say that to their demon Gramps’s face! He was half-tempted to cuff him over the head if he thought it’d work. But it was already out and in the air and oh boy.

They were dead.

The next few minutes were pure hell. Gramps shook off the sand and the silk and everything else keeping him stuck in place, throwing punches like there was a quota and he was behind. Ace ended up face-down in the dirt with a knot on his head in the first thirty seconds of the new fight, with Sabo sprawled across his legs. Luffy might’ve hit the ground a little later, but Ace was too dizzy to notice anything afterward.

When Ace could move again, it was afternoon instead of mid-morning and his stomach was growling like a tiger was lost in it. He sat up despite the awful headache, pressing a hand gingerly to his swollen forehead. With a hiss, he pulled his hand away and tried looking around.

The forest was a lot flatter than he remembered. The nearest trees were smashed from about Luffy’s height on up, turning the place into a stump-littered hazard zone.

“We have a live one!” said a voice that was way too close, and Ace flinched before he realized it was coming from the same green grub from before. It sat next to Sabo’s groaning face, then said, “Or two.”

Within four seconds, the fairy-girl flew out of the remaining trees and landed lightly next to him. Aside from her hair being a little messed up and her clothes being ripped in places, she didn’t look any different than before. Before Ace could ask her how, she was poking and prodding at his injuries and his face.

“Hey, hands off!” Ace managed, though his voice was a little weaker than before. He was still exhausted and bruised and she wasn’t helping.

“It’s okay, Ace,” Fū said, finally settling for bracing his shoulder with her hand. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Ace still leaned away from her. Somewhat sullen, because he couldn’t give up, he stammered, “D-don’t go thinking this—that stuff—makes up for what your friends did.” Wait— “Where’s Luffy?!”

“He’s with Naruto and Gaara,” Fū said, which really wasn’t as reassuring as she thought it was. Probably. “Can you walk?”

“’Course I can!” Ace said and shoved himself to his feet even though he swayed when he got there and his vision turned black for a bit.

“Then I’ll carry Sabo,” Fū said, and she picked up Ace’s best friend like he didn’t weigh anything so she could carry him on her back. The worm that traveled with her was already climbing up her leg by the time Ace could think of what to say next.

“What’re you gonna do with him?” Ace demanded, though she wasn’t flying away. As long as she walked, he could keep up.

“You, and me, and him, are all gonna find a place to sleep this off,” Fū replied, letting Ace walk ahead of her. “And then your asshole grandpa invited us for dinner.”

“The hell?”

“That’s what Naruto said,” Fū said in a darker voice. She sighed. “But as long as he’s hunting, he’s not beating anyone up. So it’ll have to do for now.”

“Why do you care?” Ace asked finally, frustrated. What did this crazy girl want? “If you’d just run, we’d be fine. He’s never trying to kill us for real.”

No one ever acted nice without wanting something.

Ace knew where he stood with the bandits, because they didn’t care if he fell down a ravine and died and the feeling was mutual most of the time. He put their lives in danger just by existing, so he got it, even if he hated it.

Sabo was different, because they’d needed each other and Ace wanteded someone to share his dreams with. Sabo was the first person Ace had ever tried trusting, and it had paid off enough that he could try again. Over years. At the beginning, though…

Luffy—Luffy was easy to read. He was so fucking lonely he’d grab onto anyone—but he’d chosen Ace. Had chased Ace off cliffs and over rivers and all the way to Gray Terminal, where he’d nearly died even worse than ever. Ace had almost left him, even knowing what Porchemy was like.

Fū asked, “Is it really that hard to believe that I just want to do something nice?”

“Everyone wants something,” Ace replied coldly.

“And I want to do something nice,” Fū said, smiling like there was nothing wrong in the world.

Ace looked away, grumbling, and they walked on.

#Ocean Stars Falling #All the Little Children #Portgas D. Ace #Fu #Naruto Uzumaki #Chomei #Yang Kurama #Monkey D. Garp #Gaara #Shukaku #Sabo #Monkey D. Luffy

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LLSHP Ch6 - Calling

Arc1: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]

Arc2: [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10 - Moonstruck (TBD)]

[Brief note about School Term] [other LLSHP AU stuff] [YohaMaRuby concept arts] [ChikaYouRiko concept arts] [KanaDiaMari concept arts] [Hogwarts Staff]

A/N: I have no excuses. I’m sorry this chapter is so delayed (눈_눈) anyone still remember this AU? lolool Maa, I would consider this a rest chapter? At least, the plot is moving =A=;;; Anyway, any feedback is very needed greatly appreciated! Words: 5,594

Yoshiko suppresses the urge to yawn, her eyes blinking rapidly in an effort to wake up. The sun is barely peeking over the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and the Hogwarts school ground is filled with silence rather than chatters of witches and wizards. Normally, a night owl such as herself would not be awake at such ungodly hour. But! There’s something she looks forward today - the early bird gets the worm and, in this case, gets the Quidditch Pit!

“Morning! Come on, hurry up you two, we’re gonna be late!”

The Slytherin waves at her Hufflepuff best friends, whose movements only speed up a little at her call. Yoshiko grumbles under her breath but patiently waits for Hanamaru and Ruby to reach her. She didn’t want to go to the Pit by herself so she… kindly invited the two girls to come with her. While neither Hanamaru nor Ruby seem too interested in Quidditch, they still agree to accompany her.

Yoshiko really appreciates their support.

Her fascination with Quidditch started a week ago after her first Flying Lesson. Being Instructor Kousaka’s fangirl, Chika was somehow present during the lesson too and noticed how much Yoshiko enjoyed flying. Naturally, she told her buddy You all about it and the two Gryffindors invited her to come watch their practice session.

Yoshiko feels it weird to watch a different House play, rather than her own, but the dynamic duo would not have it any other way. “Different House or not, you’re our friend, Yoshiko-chan! So You-chan and I will show you just how awesome Quidditch is, hehe!”

Pleased and rather touched by Chika’s words, Yoshiko has vowed to never refer to the two older girls ‘dumb and dumber’ again. Chika and You do have a completely different side when it comes to the sport. They truly are passionate about what they love and that’s something she can relate to and respect. While Yoshiko wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about muggle sports back then, she imagines Quidditch to be super cool since there’s the flying component.

Imagine, conquering the sky like the majestic fallen angel she’s meant to be!

Alas, Hanamaru’s continuous yawning is sort of dampening her excitement.

“Geez I’ve already reminded you again and again last night to go to bed early, why did you set camp at the library again?”

The petite brunette indeed looks tired, though in that content sort of way, and her steps wobble every now and then like she is sleep-walking or something. Yoshiko and Ruby keep close to her as they exchange worried looks, wondering whether to help her carry those thick textbooks or to steady her.

“I can’t help it zura. These books are just so fascinating~”

Yoshiko peeks at some of the pages with bookmarks sticking out it, since she’s unable to pull the books out of Hanamaru’s adamant grip. Hmm, these are all higher-level Potion texts. “Why were you reading these anyway? I thought you’re pretty good at the subject?”

Hanamaru gives her a sleepy smile, which Yoshiko totally does not find to be cute. “You’re still having trouble with Potions right? So once I understand the subject better, I should be able to help you zura!”

“Erm but Lily’s been tutoring me y’know? Thanks to her, I was able to breeze past the written tests!... most of the time anyway. Even she still can’t figure out why my cauldron keeps exploding when I try to brew potions. Oh! She’s been trying to charm this test cauldron so that- “

She proudly chatters on and on as she recalls all those study sessions with her awesome little demon. As per Riko’s promise, she’s been helping Yoshiko with her homework as well as taking her to visit the Thestrals weekly.

“... baka Yoshiko-chan.”

Hanamaru puffs her cheeks and briskly walks ahead, leaving a confused Yoshiko behind.

“What’s with her?”

To her surprise, Ruby is also pouting. “I-I understand where Hanamaru-chan’s coming from.”

“Huh? W-What did I do?” Yoshiko’s starting to get worried now. She teases the brunette enough that the latter gets miffed at her often, but Ruby’s never been upset at her before so this must be serious.

As if sensing her thoughts, Ruby’s expression softens though she still looks exasperated. “It’s just… well, you don’t really spend as much time with us anymore.”

“I don’t?”

Yoshiko drops her gaze, frowning thoughtfully. She took Riko and the golden cat’s advice and did end up telling Dia about everything, and to Hanamaru and Ruby as well. Since then, she would talk to Dia every night at the Slytherin common room about anything unusual that’s happened to her. Even though the Head Girl is always busy, she would set time aside and patiently listen to her. Sometimes, they would talk way into midnight, which makes Yoshiko sheepish for taking so much of Dia’s time, but the older girl never complains.

Dia doesn’t know the reason behind those blank states of mind that Yoshiko sporadically experiences, but she promises the latter that she’s researching on it. As a precautionary measure, Dia has charmed Yoshiko’s scarf to trip her whenever she gets -that- feeling again. While it’s painful to fall flat on her face, this trick has proved its worth a few times already, snapping her awake before she wanders off into the Forbidden Forest.

On the other hand, Hanamaru has buried herself in the library while Yoshiko and Ruby try to locate the Room of Requirement again. Even then, their combined efforts have been fruitless so far, whether about the mysterious room or the Boggart’s nature.

Yoshiko is still unable to acknowledge that her greatest desire is to become an angel, while her worst fear is herself, a fallen angel. Or, at least, that’s what she deduces from the encounter with the Mirror of Erised and the Boggart’s transformation. There must be something else that’s missing.

Overall, however, she is indeed spending more time with Dia and Riko.

“I didn’t mean to... I’m sorry.”

Ruby seems taken aback by her apology. “That’s not what I meant, Yoshiko-chan. Hanamaru-chan and I just want you to know that, um, you can d-depend on us more. W-We’ll do everything we can to help you.”

“You already have. You have know idea how relieved I was when I told you two everything…” Yoshiko coughs awkwardly. She refuses to get all teary again. One time is enough. “But it goes both ways too! I, the great Yohane, will protect my little demons and friends. That said, I still don’t know what the deal was with the Dementor.”

Yoshiko and Ruby glance at each other before looking at Hanamaru, who is walking ahead of them. The brunette doesn’t recall ever encountering that terrifying creature, though she admits that her mind just shuts down whenever she tries to remember. After Yoshiko and Ruby’s suggestion, Hanamaru has also talked to Dia about it. The Head Girl suggested that her mind purposefully erased the memory to protect her psyche, but her subconscious still remembers and that was where the Boggart received the information to transform.

“Yeah, you can depend on me more too, Ruby,” Yoshiko murmurs as a thought occurs to her. Ruby seems proud of their complete trust in Dia, but their closeness to her older sister probably hurts her. Surely, Ruby would want to speak to the older Kurosawa just as easily as Yoshiko and Hanamaru do. Now that Yoshiko has gotten to know Dia more, she’s certain that there must be a reason why Dia is so distant to her little sister.

Again, something’s missing from this puzzle. Yoshiko sighs irritably. Even the intelligent fallen angel gets tired of mysteries, though the answers probably won’t reveal themselves any time soon.

“I agree with Yoshiko-chan,” Hanamaru has slowed down her pace to let the other two catch up to her. “Yoshiko-chan may be a dummy, but she is helpful zura!”

“Who’re you calling a dummy, Bakamaru?!”

Ruby giggles at their banter. “This is just what I want~ … piki!” The redhead blushed after realizing what she just said. As if by unspoken agreement, Yoshiko and Hanamaru hugged Ruby on each side.

“Hehe, Ruby-chan is so cute~” The brunette fawns over her friend while the Slytherin makes a pose.

“Now, no more gloomy talk and let us get back on track for the Quidditch hype!”

“Are you thinking about joining the team, Yoshiko-chan?”

“Ku ku ku, maybe~ How about you, Zuramaru? You said you didn’t like it but you sure flew around once you got used to it!” Yoshiko still remembered how the brunette zoomed all over the field while properly seated on the school broom and shouting ‘mirai zura~’ with a rare childish expression.

“Nah, I enjoy the magical feeling of flying but I don’t think I can play competitively…”

“Ruby then?”

“M-Me?!” Out of the three of them, Ruby is the most experienced flyer, most likely due to being a Pureblood and growing up with brooms readily available. “Um, I would only resort to riding a broom if I have to…”

“Daww, but think about it, what if we each join our House team? You’re small and pretty fast so you should be a good Seeker~! Heh, I’ll probably be a Chaser so I can score like a champ and there’s nothing Zuramaru can do to stop me!”

Hanamaru pouts. “Why am I a Keeper? And why are you so sure I won’t be able to block your shots zura?”

“Because you’re slow- or, on second thoughts, you can just sit on your broom, with books stacked so high to block the hoops, and eat and eat until you balloon up and block-”

A book comes flying to her face, but Yoshiko smoothly dodges it with a smirk. Hanamaru is scowling now as she charms the heavy ‘Hogwarts: A History’ book back to her arms.

“I thought no one’s allowed to touch that precious book?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve fortified the exterior so it’d hurt extra when I hit you with it zura!”

Their staring match doesn’t last long as usual. Yoshiko doesn’t know who starts giggling first but the three of them are laughing by the time they arrive at the Quidditch Pit.

All is well, it seems. Ruby is right. Yoshiko misses this kind of light-hearted atmosphere with her best friends.

“Wow, will you look at that!”

The trio looks up at the red and gold figures streaking around the arena, in awe of how fluid and natural they appear in the sky. The sight is nothing compared to the haphazard broom-riding during those Flying Lessons.

No, these players truly are flying, as if they have become one with their brooms.

The goofy smile is nowhere to be seen on the mikan-haired Gryffindor. With a confident and fiery grin, Chika dives down and swings her stubby club at a round, jet-black ball. There is a rather noticeable ‘Kan’ upon the strike, which is the only warning that a nearby player has before the Bludger swerves towards him. Startled, the wizard drops a football-sized red ball in order to avoid getting hit in the shoulder, but his teammate easily catches the Quaffle and continues his way towards the three hoops. He feigns throwing the ball and abruptly jerks up to hurl it at a different angle.

Kanan, whose long hair is tied at her nape, snatches the Quaffle before it comes anywhere near the side hoop. Another Chaser, a dark-haired witch whose curly tresses is tied in a similar way, waves her arm at the Captain.

When Kanan doesn’t pass her the Quaffle, she smoothes back her wild strands with a defeated smile. “Ah, game’s over?”

“Yup, You’s got the Golden Snitch. It’s our loss this round, Shun,” Kanan chuckles good-naturedly as she gestures for Team A and B to gather in the middle.

Yoshiko gapes. She is so certain that she’s spotted You hovering near the ground just moments ago, but the Seeker is now circling high around the bleacher area with a winged golden ball in her hand.

“Ah~ ah~ not fair! Whoever gets You on their team would always win~” Chika twirls her bats as she nears her friend, the broom seemingly sentient for it moves without her touching the stick to direct it. The other Beater nods in agreement, casually knocking the Bludger away when it flies near them.

“Yeah, no way I can compete with our MVP,” an older wizard heartily pats You on the back. The back-up Seeker doesn’t look at all sour but rather proud of the younger girl.

“Oh come on, you were the one who taught me, senpai-” You is cut off by Chika, who wraps an arm around her neck and ruffles her hair.

“No need to be humble, You-chan! You’re our trump card, the… uhm… the Silver Lioness!”

The impromptu nickname is received with loud acclamation from the rest of the team. The Chasers juggle the Quaffle and pass it amongst them as they ascend towards the center, their balance and teamwork just as impressive. The Captain raises one fist into the air, prompting the others to pause and listen.

“Solid practice everyone. I’m pretty confident we’re going to have amazing matches this year,” Kanan’s voice isn’t particularly resonant, yet her leisurely tone seems to instill excitement in her team.

“You bet we will!”

“Yeah, we’re gonna carry the Cup home again this year!”

The collective cheer afterwards is deafening.

Yoshiko gulps. This is the famed Gryffindor Lions, the reigning champion? Her fantasies of joining the Quidditch team just evaporates into thin air. Sure, it looks fun to toss the Quaffle around and score, and badass to smack the Bludger at targets. Not to mention, being a Seeker seems like an important, almost-heroine-eqsue position that would be suitable for the great fallen angel Yohane.

Except she doesn’t want to compete with You or any of them, not after seeing how powerful they are.

“They’re really good zura…” Hanamaru whispers, and Ruby nods fervently beside her. Normally, Yoshiko would have refuted that she can do better, but not this time. Quidditch is out of her league.

After giving out a few more instructions, the Captain then calls for a break time. As the team disperses into smaller groups, the three familiar Gryffindors descends towards them.

“Ohayousorou, you three!” You’s grin is as charming as always, perhaps more so now that she’s clad in her team garb and after the impressive spectacle they just witnessed.

“I’m glad you all came~ So? What do you think, Yoshiko-chan?” Even Chika appears dazzling. With her hair pulled back and tied in a side tail and eyes bright like the sun, she seems like a different person than the playful witch who always gives out mikans.

“Urm, uh, you’re pretty cool.”

You and Chika blink, as if they haven’t expected such positive response from her.

Yoshiko’s ears redden in embarrassment. “What! Be grateful that Yohane-sama is impressed… just sliiiightly impressed, by all that flying. But I really don’t think-”

“That’s great! So what do you think? Chaser? Kurosaki-senpai is our top scorer,” Chika gestures at the older witch with wild tresses. “The other guys are awesome too! Or you wanna be a Beater like me? Heh heh, my deadly finisher, Kan Kan Strike, is not to be taken lightly!”

Chika then starts swinging her dual bats around, showing off all her moves. Yoshiko sweatdrops, but at least the Gryffindor is back to the silly version she is used to so she doesn’t feel as intimidated anymore.

“Why are you so keen on me joining the Quidditch team anyway? I’m a Slytherin, remember? We won’t be on the same team!”

“So? The more the merrier! It’ll be super fun if we can compete at a match,” Chika hugs Ruby affectionately. “How about you, Ruby-chan? Not to be rude but Hufflepuff hasn’t had a decent team for a long time… oh! But they used to kick ass when Professor Minami was on the team! At least, that’s what Coach said~”

Yoshiko raises an eyebrow. Really? Their fluffy, mellow Transfiguration Professor?

You also gives Ruby a friendly hug. “How about Seeker? Didn’t Dia-san used to be Slytherin’s Seeker? Senpai used to tell me how scary Dia-san was before I joined the team… I guess I lucked out that I didn’t have to compete against her!”

Since Chika and You are taller and are facing Yoshiko, they miss the surprised expression on Ruby’s face. Does she not know that her older sister used to play Quidditch?

“Or, last but not least, if you would rather oversee the entire Pit and hone your reflexes to block shots, then become a Keeper like Kanan-chan!”

Yoshiko looks over at the Captain and scowls at the sight of Hanamaru happily chatting with the older girl. Huh? Where did that water bottle come from? Why is Bakamaru giving the giant a towel? Is Kanan thanking her? Did she just pat Bakamaru’s head? Why is Bakamaru laughing? Is that a blush on her face? Why is this so aggravating??

“Oi~ Earth to Yoshiko-chan~”

“I’ll be right back,” Yoshiko ignores You and Chika’s bewildered stare and stomps towards Kanan and Hanamaru. Before she could even speak up, an unexpected visitor flies past her and hops off her broom near the two.

“Oh hey, Mari,” Kanan’s smile is characteristically easygoing, but it twitches when the Ravenclaw shoves a Quaffle against, ahem, her breasts.

“Ka~na~n! You haven’t forgotten, have you?” Mari is also dressed in her blue and bronze Quidditch uniform, her signature braid and hair loop replaced by a simple scrunchie that tied her hair in a low side-tail.

“Of course not. I’ve been looking forward to it since last summer.” For once, Kanan’s lax demeanor blazes in determination, a fire similar to what Chika and You exhibited earlier.

“Apparently Kanan-chan and Mari-san made a bet - something’s supposed to happen if Mari-san scores more than 100 points in their next match,” Hanamaru whispers to Yoshiko helpfully.

The Slytherin frowns. “You sure know a lot about that Gryffindor.”

“Huh?”

For good measure, she takes off Hanamaru’s glasses and cleans the lens before putting them back on the latter’s face.

“W-What? Yoshiko-chan??”

“Hnff. Do you see me now?”

“Um, yes, I do see you-?”

Yoshiko huffs and merely folds her arms. Bakamaru really is bakamaru. At least, Mari’s sudden presence here interrupts the irksome interaction between the brunette and the Gryffindor Captain. Now she just needs to drag Hanamaru away...

“Mari, you shouldn’t be here though, it’s Gryffindor’s turn to use the Pit.”

“Hmm? Who says I’m here to practice? The rest of my team isn’t here. I only came here because I sensed jealous fire~”

Yoshiko winces and glares at the smirking Ravenclaw, who then suddenly pulls her to the side.

“I overhead all of your little conversation with Chikacchi and You-chan. I think you’re suitable to be either Chaser or Seeker.”

“Why would I want to be?” Yoshiko suspiciously glances at the Quaffle in Mari’s hand. “If I become a Chaser, that means I’d have to compete against you, don’t I?”

“Not really. First Years, especially newbies like you, would not be able to join a Quidditch Team just yet. By the time you do join, Kanan, Dia and I would have graduated.”

She blinks at the revelation. “Oh, that’s right…”

“Daw, you sound sad, Yoshiko-chan~!”

“Am not!”

“Don’t be shy~ But that’s why we want to know now, whether you’d like to join the team or not.”

“Why do you care anyway?” Indeed, out of all the seniors, Yoshiko doesn’t feel particularly close to Mari because they haven’t talked much. Yet why does it feel like Mari knows a lot about her already?

“Well, for many reasons. But remember what you heard earlier, that Dia used to be Slytherin’s Seeker. Wouldn’t you like to succeed her?”

Mari’s cheshire smile is infectious, for Yoshiko finds herself returning the toothy grin as she envisions the possibility. If she becomes just as good as Dia, and somehow defeats You and the Gryffindors, she would get recognized right? Everyone would acknowledge her! And surely, Zuramaru would be so smitten that she’d bring her the water bottle, wipe her sweat away with the towel and maybe even…

“Yoshiko-chan?”

“Ack-!”

She snaps out of her fantasy and sheepishly looks away from Hanamaru’s inquiring gaze. In that brief moment of her daydreaming, Mari has long left her side and is chatting with Chika, You and Ruby, while Kanan has returned to the rest of her team and is giving pointers.

“Are you okay zura?”

Yoshiko stares at the Pit, at the players zipping around on their brooms, and lastly at the clouds high in the sky. While she isn’t quite sure why she wants Hanamaru’s attention on her and her only, she thinks that she’s found her calling in the magical world. She loves most subjects and excels in Defense Against Dark Arts, but her still-developing magical reservoir and small repertoire of spells don’t allow her to do much, not yet anyway.

However, if she can master Quidditch, she can stand out in spite of being just a First Year. The Slytherin Team would definitely want her to join by then. And, as a revered individual, surely she can get those ghosts to stop bothering Ruby altogether, and maybe she can find out what the situation is between the Kurosawa sisters. Furthermore, being an MVP should grant her special privilege and sway, so it would be easy to obtain special pass to the Forbidden Section at the Library for Hanamaru.

Be useful, that’s all she wants.

“Yes, I’m more than okay, Zuramaru!” Yoshiko grins and points her finger into the sky. “Believe me!”

She feels very encouraged by the brunette’s subsequent smile.

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“Phew, I think I’ve gotten the hang of acceleration…”

Yoshiko breathes deeply, allowing the fresh clean air to fill her lungs as she opens her arms wide. Much to her joy, the broom continues to travel straight and her altitude does not waver at all. Good, she has synchronized with her borrowed broom enough that she does not need to give it directions for simple movements.

Now that she’s set her goal to join the Quidditch team, she needs to become skilled enough at least. It’s easier said than done, and already she’s run into obstacles in her self-training. She definitely needs an experienced flyer to give her advice on the more difficult maneuvers, particularly those that Seekers frequently use. Chika and You are more than happy to help her, but apparently Riko has the two tightly leashed due to their less-than-mediocre grades on certain subjects. Well, it is mostly Chika, but You has enough camaraderie to suffer with her partner.

Still, the Gryffindor Seeker has lent her one of her many spare brooms, a Nimbus 2016. Even though it was a gift from You’s fans, Yoshiko refuses to accept such a valuable item for free and vows to return it when she can afford her own broom.

True to her words, she carefully plans her schedule so that she would spend enough time with Ruby and Hanamaru, while still be able to attend tutor sessions with Riko and have her nightly talks with Dia.

Ah, how wonderful it is to have a fulfilling life!

Yoshiko glances at the direction of the Forbidden Forest and, after a moment’s hesitation, she decides to fly over there to see if she is lucky today. During one of her flights, -that- feeling had possessed her and since she was on a broom, the charmed scarf couldn’t stop her from going there.

It was a familiar creature who stopped her then, just like this time.

“Hehe, my faithful little demon! How are you?”

Lucifer responds by perching on her face, almost making her fall off the broom.

“Hey hey! How dare you treat your master with such disrespect!!”

The bat clicks in annoyance but pushes away from her head, allowing her to regain stability. Yoshiko is pretty certain that the creature likes her, at least enough to stop her from sailing straight into the Forbidden Forest every time.

“Hnff, to think, I brought you Lily’s sandwich too… well, insolent little demons shouldn’t get rewards, don’t you agree?”

Ears flattened, Lucifer gingerly hooks its claws on her cloak and doesn’t protest when she scratches its furry head. Yoshiko feels slightly bad to resort to bribery, but how else would she get the temperamental bat to stay?

The pair contentedly enjoys their afternoon picnic in the sky, and Lucifer even continues to fly along side her long after it’s finished the sandwich. There’s progress at least. Perhaps one day, the bat could become her pet that happens to live in the wild but would deliver and send mails for her, like how most magical folks are with their owls.

“So what do you think? Wanna become my pet? I won’t force you to do anything except help me send out mails. I don’t mind using the Aviary, and Ruby lends me her owl, but I’d still prefer to enlist the help of one of my own legion.”

Lucifer flicks its ear to show that it’s listening.

“I haven’t decided on a meeting spot with Lily this week yet, to see the Thestrals, so I’ll need to send her a mail. Maybe you can deliver that for me?”

The bat seems to be flapping its wings extra hard. That must be a yes.

Yup, one step at a time. Soon, Lucifer shall be hers. Yoshiko wonders if she should tell Riko about the bat’s crush on her.

“Ah, there’s Zuramaru again! How many times do I have to tell her not to do this? Well then, I’ll see you around, Lucifer!”

The bat glides away before she even finishes her sentences, as if to show that it doesn’t really care. Yoshiko shakes her head in exasperation before descending towards a huge tree near the shore of the Great Lake.

Carefully, she comes to a stop in front of the sleeping brunette and gets off her broom so quietly that her shoes barely make a rustle against the grass. Hanamaru continues to nap peacefully, which makes Yoshiko frown.

“Oi, you shouldn’t fall asleep like this! It’s dangerous out here by yourself. What if I’d been a bad guy? Geez, you’re so defenseless.”

“Hmmmnnn-? Yoshiko-chan?” The Hufflepuff rubs at her eyes and smiles up at her in greeting. Yoshiko refuses to acknowledge that gesture as cute and instead focuses her attention on the huge cloak draped around her friend. From the color of the hood, it was from a Gryffindor.

“...I thought you read by yourself, here by the Lake,” Yoshiko tries to keep her tone from sounding accusing.

“I do, most of the time, but Kanan-chan and I sometimes nap here together.”

“What! Her again!!”

Yoshiko seethes inwardly, mustering all her energy to keep her expression as aloof as possible. Hanamaru doesn’t seem to notice her dilemma as she digs around Kanan’s pocket for something. She pulls out a piece of parchment that has a messy scrawl, obviously written in a hurry.

“Oh, something’s come up, so Kanan-chan left in a hurry.”

“That’s awful for her to do that, to leave you alone like this. As I’ve said before, what if I’d been a bad guy and here you are, oblivious to the world around you-”

Her rant is interrupted by Hanamaru’s displeased poke. “Kanan-chan’s not awful! She’s protective of me zura! She’s always instructed her friend to watch over me as I nap.”

Yoshiko scowls. “What friend?”

The shorter girl points towards the Lake and, on cue, a massive shadow nears the surface and a tentacle bursts out of the water!!

“What the heck is that!?”

“The Giant Squid,” Hanamaru says evenly and waves at the two-story tall tentacle, which returns the gesture before submerging under the fathomless lake once more.

“... that Gryffindor made friends with that thing??”

“Well, Kanan-chan loves diving, and she said she likes the Lake because it reminds her of where she used to live in the Muggle world. She also enjoys jogging-”

Yoshiko soon zones out as Hanamaru goes on and on about the Quidditch Captain. She tries really hard to focus, she really does, but an unpleasant sensation in her chest makes it difficult to think, let alone absorb her friend’s words. Mari had said that she’s jealous, and she’s probably right. After all, who wants to listen to the person you like talking about someone else?

Wait, what?

“...Yoshiko-chan? You have a really weird expression on your face zura.”

“You’re imagining it.” She rubs her face hard, hoping that her cheeks aren’t red. Her heart is still pounding uncomfortably fast in her ribcage at the revelation. No way she likes Hanamaru. Or, yes, she does like her, but only as a friend!

She just doesn’t like it because Kanan is able to impress Hanamaru while the great Yohane can’t, that’s all. Yes, that must be the reason for her conflicted feelings. No, she isn’t jealous at all!

“Mou, Yoshiko-chan! That’s not what you agreed with Ruby-chan and I!”

“Zuramaru-?” Yoshiko gulps when the brunette grabs her face so they would look at each other in the eyes.

“You’ve promised to tell us if there’s something bothering you. And, there’s something bothering you, isn’t here zura?”

Yes, you’re too close, Bakamaru! Way too close! Yoshiko shouts in her mind while her lips remain tightly shut. Instead of replying, she tugs the glasses away from Hanamaru, who expectedly lets go and tries to reclaim it.

“Yoshiko-chan is mean! Give it back zura!”

“Nuh-uh. You’ve told me that your eyesight isn’t that bad and you really only need it for reading. Come on, look around you, see where you are. Enjoy the view! Won’t all the greenery help your eyesight or something?”

“I-I guess.” Pouting in resignation, Hanamaru leans back against the tree as she folds Kanan’s cloak into a neat pile. “My eyes do get very tired if I read for too long…”

“See? And that’s why you sleep a lot. This all makes sense now! You need to take more breaks often.”

Glad that the topic has completely changed, Yoshiko rambles on about how her night vision is amazing and she can see far, being the amazing fallen angel she is.

Hanamaru doesn’t stay peeved for long as she giggles at her antics. “Yoshiko-chan really hasn’t changed.”

The Slytherin purses her lips. “...that again? I-I’m sorry, Zuramaru, but I really don’t remember. I wish I do, but I don’t.”

“No, it’s okay zura. We were both so little, and to be fair my memories aren’t that clear either.”

“Huh? But then how come you remember what I used to be like?”

At this, Hanamaru’s cheeks darken which in turn causes Yoshiko to blush too. “I don’t remember exactly how we met, but I know that we used to play a lot, at this small park. My grandparents would take me there from time to time, and you were always there zura.”

Yoshiko scrunches her brows, trying really hard to dig through memories of her childhood. Alas, all she had are images of her being ostracized by other kids, and no Zuramaru.

“Tell me more?”

The brunette draws up her legs against her and rests her chin on her knees, her small smile full of nostalgia. “Well, you always talked about the sky, how you were originally an angel zura. I loved listening to your stories… ah, but you didn’t like it when I called them stories. You said they were real-life experiences and that you had special powers…” She trails off abruptly, her eyes widening as if realizing something.

“What?”

“The Dementor-!”

“What about it? Y-You remember how you met that creature?” Yoshiko recalls the horrendous wraith-like creature from that DADA workshop. Boggart or not, its effects had been real. The textbooks they had researched state that Dementors suck happiness and any good feeling, which was what they had experienced in the classroom that day.

“Y-Yes, I think I remember now,” Hanamaru’s voice is shaking. “Before, I only remember you saving me from something, and showing me something unbelievable. T-That’s why I’ve been interested in magic since, hoping t-that I would find you again some day.”

“Y-You’re saying, I somehow saved you from a Dementor?” Yoshiko is in disbelief. Dia and Kanan had used some sort of silvery spell against the Boggart-Dementor. The Patronus is a highly advanced spell that even the Third Years haven’t learned, so how would a small child like her know of it years ago?

Seeing how distressed the brunette is from reminiscing, Yoshiko tries to light up the atmosphere. “I’m super awesome then! Ku ku ku, I’m more badass than I thought, saving you from the Dementor with my fallen angel powers~!”

“Yes, you did zura,” Hanamaru wipes away the cold sweat from her brow, her eyes still glazed in deep thoughts and fright. “It was chasing us I think. I tripped...but you stood in front of me. You summoned a Patronus somehow, it was a silvery...fish? And-”

Yoshiko blinks, her hearing becoming muffled and her vision dimming. Flashes of images invade her mind, distorted and blurry as they are. Yes, there was a hooded creature that glided across the grass, its lifeless grey skin barely visibly under its wispy robes.

Pain pierces her chest then and she struggles to breathe as she doubles over. Hanamaru’s panicking calls are so obscured, fading along with her flickering consciousness.

“One day, I’ll return to the sky…” Yoshiko whispers hoarsely before her vision blacks out.

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heroofthreefaces · 4 years ago

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Congratulations! Once again my dashboard has unlocked the Regeneration Rant

First of all, props to @unadulteratedsuitexpert for being the first person I’ve seen besides myself recognizing the necessity of not taking the Doctor’s regenerations for standard.

I like to point out that Romana’s regeneration for all the flaws in its presentation is the most normal regeneration we’ve ever seen.

The scene is taken issue with because Romana appears to switch between several bodies before settling into the one she’d initially chosen but the Doctor had objected to. Largely the scene’s objected to because it was done for the laughs, which is true, but also because it’s tricky to justify in-text. It’s been suggested that Romana didn’t actually take on all those bodies, but that they were mental/temporal projections like the Doctor’s Teacher accomplished in Planet of the Spiders or like the screenwriter says the Watcher was in Logopolis. It’s been suggested that it’s accounted for by the fifteen-hour grace period cited by the Doctor in The Christmas Invasion. Personally I favor the latter.

I’ve encountered the objection that there’s a considerable difference between the Doctor growing a new hand and Romana switching between half-a-dozen entirely different whole bodies. But here’s the sticking point: Romana was changing bodies at leisure in the TARDIS, while the Doctor was growing a new hand on the fly dealing with an emergency having been subject to great physical trauma. Not to mention being in the middle of a swordfight. The Doctor always regenerates on the fly dealing with an emergency while subject to great physical trauma, and that’s because he leads a non-standard Time Lord life. The Doctor’s never had a normal regeneration. Even his first regeneration had a complication, an energy drain from Mondas.

Anyone besides the Doctor to regenerate onscreen in the 21st century series - the Master on Utopia, Mels in Hitler’s office, the General in the extraction chamber - is doing it because they’ve just been shot. Except the Timeless Child, whose onscreen regenerations were caused by accidental or scientifically-induced trauma. Also Mels the astronaut child, I guess, but that was also trauma-induced I think. Details escape me. From when Amy shot at her?

The Master’s possession worm is right out.

The point is: Your ordinary stay-at-home dull Time Lord schedules their regenerations years ahead of time, checks into the nearest clinic, and has their personal morphologist supervising. Okay, that’s supposition on my part; but they certainly haven’t fallen off a radio-telescope tower, been shot in the chest in a gang shootout, or sucked the Time Vortex out of a stupid ape. It remains that we viewers have never witnessed a normal regeneration, unless that’s what Romana did, which we don’t even know. Or unless that’s what K'Anpo Rinpoche did, but no actions of a Time Lord powerful enough to time-travel without a TARDIS can be assumed representative of the whole. It seems more likely to me that regenerating at leisure aboard a TARDIS is the equivalent of giving birth on a cruiseliner instead of in a hospital. Whereas the way the Doctor always regenerates is (whether they manage to make their way back to the TARDIS for it or not) more the equivalent of having a heart attack and breaking your leg while on a rafting trip with your D&D group, who give you CPR and splint your leg with a tree branch because there’s not another person around for fifty miles in every direction.

People take the Doctor’s regenerations for standard when that’s the last thing we ought to be doing. Romana’s regeneration in Destiny of the Daleks, for all its slapstick, remains the most normal regeneration viewers have ever actually witnessed (to the degree we actually witnessed it when, as animate-mush pointed out in the post thread I copy-pasted the rant from this time, all actual transitions between bodies were offscreen). How normal it was is subject to further developments onscreen and to our own speculation. The Doctor’s, however, have probably been the fourteen most unusual regenerations there’ve ever been (without even getting into post-Tecteun-pre-mindwipe).

* Master of unintentional alliteration!

I just finished the 3rd Doctor's run and UNIT's absolute cavalier attitude to the Doctor regenerating has my going like....they are so calm and "oh he did it again? Alright then." Oh my gosh old UNIT is the best I like old UNIT better than new UNIT.

#doctor who #regeneration

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jainarepellista · 8 years ago

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Tower of God S2ch236 Rough Translations

why the heck are there so many changes to this chapter

...What should I do.

It's a bit earlier than I thought but..

Should I test "that technique" a little?

Come out.

Enna Core.

43F Hell Train - Floor of Death - 05

W-what's that..?!

His lighthouse..?!

divided into multiple pieces..?!

...What the heck did you teach him, Evan?

Fufu.. Just see for yourself, princess.

I taught him-

Fufu-

the meanest and cruelest technique that is perfect for a guy like him-

..What's with that dark aura..

I'm glad / that it's working properly even in the Floor of Death.

Boro- / I need you to do something for me

....?

Can you hold out your needle to that spot the lighthouse is illuminating?

...What?

L-like this?

Good. / Now stand still.

Don't move no matter what happens.

What's he trying to do..?

That ball is fast enough to fly and do ranged attacks. / There aren't a lot of people in our team who can handle such an enemy.

But with this technique, I-

!! / It's coming!!

Koon!! What should I do?! It's attacking!!

Just wait!!

What!?

Sachi!!

Uwaaaaak!!

Gaaaaack!!

How much longer should I stay like this?!

Koon!! I don't know what you're planning to do!! / But whatever it is, do it quickly!!

I'm done!! / I've finished positioning the lighthouses!!

Enna Core-

Activate Mystery Circle!!

...?

W-what's that?

...A honeycomb-shaped sphere..?

It's trapped inside.

........

It's getting out!!

..Huh?

It came in again?

...What is that thing?

Enna Core. / It's a high-level technique that makes it possible for a single lighthouse to do calculations like it's nine.

Each face of the lighthouse is divided into which the calculations are distributed / Theoretically, it looks simple.

But it's actually a very difficult technique because just a single division can already cause the lighthouse to overload.

Anyway, thanks to its ability to perform intensive calculations / it can trap the enemy through a numerous amount of teleporters

That is the "Mystery Circle"

..And you're telling me that a mere regular can actually use such a high-level technique?

Of course not. / That's why I upgraded his lighthouse

By using an A-rank kit secretly manufactured by the Workshop for remodeling / The "Enna Core Upgrade Kit"

It's an insane kit that can upgrade a normal lighthouse to a lighthouse that can use the Enna Core. / / By the way, it's an expensive and "illegal kit"..

And you gave it to a regular.. / That's not like you at all, Evan.

I have no choice. It was the surest and most effective way.

(You made me do something illegal, princess..)

I told you.

We're also at risk here in the Floor of Death. / Think about what position among the regulars would be the most helpful to us.

It would be the "lightbearer".

Evan.. you.

You're entrusting that guy to support us?

Yes. I think that regular can support us. / Of course you may think differently-

But he will definitely be helpful.

Interesting.

Should I end this now..?

Mystery Circle Mode Change

Red Crystal

Oh!! It turned red!!

That guy..

I think it's super pissed!?

It got faster!!

Boro!!

Hold your needle tight and don't let go no matter what!!

..Huh?

It's coming soon!!

Eeeh?!

W-what the!?

What's going on!!

.......

Aack!!

What the heck happened, Koon?!

(Why did it suddenly!!)

"Red" mode. / I can take advantage of the force used by the enemy to rush out and break through the circle against them by teleporting them to a place I want to. / The circle turns into red that's why I decided to call it "Red Crystal".

A technique that allows the user to seal the enemy's movements and teleport it to any place they want. / It's not a powerful attack by itself but under the hands of a capable lightbearer, it can turn into a complete technique.

No matter who you are, if you get caught in this technique

It won't be easy to escape.

Why have that small fry hold that position / Anyway, let's go inside quickly.

(We have to find Baam.)

What? Are you jealous?

..They've entered.

Take that! Good job, Leggy!!

........

There it is!! (lit. It came out)

It'll start zigzagging- while moving to the top right. / You'll hit it if you swing exactly 10 seconds later.

Gotcha!!

Uwooooo!! / One shot!!

..His armpits are hairy..

It's been a long time but your "eyes".. / are still so awesome. / You used it, dinn't you?

....A bit.

All of us would have been in danger if we didn't defeat it quickly.

The "leech"-level gatekeeper will come soon.

Alright, let's go with this momentum!! / And head for the hall!!

...I wonder if the others are doing fine.. / They might act stupidly with the leech-level..

Mata. / I'm fine by myself so go to the companions of that guy..

You'll be fine? Going to the hall by yourself?

Did you forget already? / ...You are no longer like the vermins of this place.

If you try to enter the Floor of Death / the "last gatekeeper" at the hall entrance will ask for your soul.

..........

I'll somehow hide you so you can pass through the hall.

So come with me until then.

..........

I'll be in your favor then (yoroshiku onegaishimasu lol), Mata.

Okay!!

This place... is dark.

The light..

Where's the light..

that was calling out to me..?

We've finally arrived..!!

This giant worm is pretty fast..

Of course!! It has lots of legs, after all!

Does having many legs allow it to become faster..?

D-doesn't it?

I don't know..

.......?

This is....?

Now then- how are we going to pass that guy..

The last gatekeeper.

Is that giant worm going with you inside the Floor of Death?

I am the last gatekeeper. I cannot let the living get in.

If you are "dead", state the name of the soul you left behind.

Mata!! Yuriu Mata!! / I am a parasitic that was on watch for intruders!!

...........

I have finished my mission and am going home!! So let me in!

Hockney-ssi..?

....!

What's happening!!

..Where.. are we?

What about the others..?

Ssh-

Just keep quiet-

You may have a lot of questions but please stay still for now.

We'll be in trouble if that guy finds out that we're inside this giant worm..

That is the "last gatekeeper", High-Leech Monk.

If that guy finds out about us

....?

he will take our souls.

He will take... our souls?

#Tower of God #S2ch236 #translations

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slaveforlex · 8 years ago

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Typical training session...

Dear supreme Mistress XXXXXX, I may be all washed up and clean, but after this past session, I still feel like a dirty, stinking, broken, pig. You would think that after all these years such treatments would become routine and would lose their effect on my psyche, but it doesn’t happen that way. I feel like the lowest, most disgusting, piece of filth ever. I do sexually need that, but I am surprised how resilient I am, and the fact that I can undergo that huge level of degradation and shame and still have a need for more. The shame and degradation were intense, and I do feel a renewed sense of worthlessness and self-disgust. I do feel broken. My Owner was very entertained and now has a renewed sense of power and control over her male. And so, the malebreaking session was successful and has accomplished what was intended. I am working from memory and the exact words of some of what I think I remember may be altered because of the fact that I was in such a state of abuse and mindless degradation that it may not be exact word-for-word. Having spent all of the previous day with The Collector mounted to my genitals, collecting bottle after bottle of my filthy urine, the fact that a session was coming was not much of a surprise. The day started with my usual forced drinking of my Owner’s strong early morning piss. As has become normal, she came into the computer room, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of my chair, and sent me sprawling onto the floor. She began kicking me in the ass as I laid sprawled there, commanding me to crawl into the bathroom. “Get moving you pig-fucked worm. Crawl, you miserable piss-drinker and get into the bathroom. I have to use you and I don’t like waiting on the likes of you. Come on, pig. Get crawling like the little worm that you are”. When I didn’t move fast enough, I received another kick. Once there I was commanded to my knees and forced to lean way back until it was comfortable for her to hold me by the hair and force my mouth against her vagina. And as usual, I made a complete mess of things, and could not swallow fast enough to keep up with her flow. The excess smelly wastes ran out of my mouth and down the front of me, over my penis and scrotum and onto the tile floor. I was a total smelly mess. Of course, I was slapped along side my head as usual for my sloppiness and commanded to get down and lick up the filthy, stinking mess I had made. On my knees, with my face in the puddle of wastes, I began to lick and noisily suck up the sacred wastes as she commented on how low and stupid I looked doing that, and what an emasculated pig I was for being such a cowardly piss-lapper. "Ha-ha-ha .... look at my little naked male down on its knees slurping up my wastes. You look real good down there pig. Let me hear your piggish slurping noises. I want to hear you grunting and squealing like a pig while you clean up your mess.” Of course I obediently complied which brought even more cruel laughter from her. When finished, she padlocked my wrist and ankle chains on me and shoved me out the door and into the yard. I was made to crawl on my belly across the yard and down to the barn. She had my genital collar cinched up tight around my penis and scrotum with a leash attached to the “D-ring” of the collar. So she had the leash in one hand and a fly-swatter in the other as she drove me crawling toward the barn. “Come on you filthy pig. CRAWL WORM! Maybe you need your ass beaten to get you going.” I was in my wrist and ankle chains, so as fast as I could worm my way forward, it was not fast enough for my Owner, and so she enthusiastically applied the fly-swatter to my ass-cheeks, causing me to flail around in a panicked frenzy that apparently amused my Owner because while she was beating me, she was also laughing at my frantic response of uncoordinated movement, as well as the whimpering and pathetic loud begging for her mercy. The Journey seemed to take forever. I could feel my ass burning and turning pink as I thrashed my way forward, whimpering and begging for her mercy. But at last I crossed over the entrance and felt the filth of the dirt floor grinding into my chest, belly and genitals. It felt so degrading to be beaten by a woman that way, and then having my animal-like obedience totally amusing her as she mocked, ridiculed and laughed at what she was doing to me. As I laid there with my face in the dirt, my Owner decided to make a little opening speech just to set the tone of the session. "You filthy, stinking, disgusting naked male. I have spent a lot of time breaking you down to the worthless scum that you are now, but today you get one more dose of shame and degradation at my hands. You will become even more sub-human and animal like. You will stink like a filthy, shitty animal. You will grovel in shit and piss so that you stink like the pig that you are. I will have a lot of fun watching you suffer the indignity of what I have planned for you today. I will make you understand the lowly filthy scum that I want you to be. You are worthless, you are disgusting and you are a vile, repulsive piece of shit stuck on the soles of my shoes. You are beneath even the shit streaked pigs in a pen. When I am through with you in this session, you will understand all of this and will be re-established as my cowardly, trembling, little pig boy. So get yourself ready because this session will be one of the most difficult for you". She then poured a full bottle of the collected urine from the previous day’s piss-harvest, all over my body and I felt it splashing over me and collecting under me in a smelly mud-slurry as the dirt floor mixed with the urine forming a smelly slurry of filth. The strength of the smell had picked up some intensity over night, and I was beginning my transformation into a stinking filthy pig. My collected piss was quite strong smelling, and so I was quickly smelling quite badly and much like a filthy animal. She attached my wrist chain to the pulley system above me that was attached to one of the rafters and hoisted me up until I was stretched up and standing on my tip-toes in a completely helpless condition. I felt the douche nozzle of an enema sliding up my anus and deep into my rectum. I started whimpering and whining like a little coward because I knew what was coming next. Sure enough I heard the click of the valve on the enema bag and felt the pressure as she began to fill me up. While I was filling, she told me, “I am going to give you a very good understanding that you are beneath all ladies and other men, and even lowly animals and that your lowly status as my male slave means that you are to be viewed as a lowly piece of stinking scum by any lady or anyone or anything that wishes to use you in any cruel fashion that pleases them. You are now learning about the power that I have to even control your bowels. There is nothing about my filthy, lowly pig that I cannot control.” I was already dancing around with the discomfort and pressure of the enema. I was desperately trying to keep from soiling myself with my own filth. I knew that if I let the mess come out of me that it would be flowing down the back of my legs and I would be made a stinking filthy, vile, mess. My Owner clicked the valve shut on the enema bag and began to slowly drizzle the another two bottles of my stinking collected urine over my head and down all over my body as she harshly commanded me to start (in a not too kind voice) to solemnly pray to her as my Goddess. She frequently requires this of me. She loves to see me naked and on my knees with my face pressed into the ground praying to her as a sign of my lowliness before her. This time I was not in a condition where I could get on my knees with my face in the dirt, but I had been given a command and even though my mind was preoccupied by the discomfort of the enema trying to be released, I still obediently bowed my head and began to pray to her. To the best of my memory, given the stress of the situation, this is how I remember that my prayer to her went: “Most Holy Owner, I humbly pray to you to accept this miserable wretch of a male as your humble servant and lowly pig-male. I will crawl in submission before your superiority and truly accept any cruelty and abuse that you may wish to thrust on me. My penis, scrotum, anus an in fact all of me are yours to abuse as you see fit. Please continue to shame me and show me my inferior status and the fact that males are simply the filth on the ground that you walk on, useful only for amusing women with my shame and degradation and as something for you ladies to treat with cruelty, contempt, disgust and to belittle, and ridicule to tears. Please make me exalt your limitless superiority and enjoy showing me the misery and shame of being nothing but your animal of abuse. Please receive your endless power from my lowly begging for your mercy. Demand confessions and scenarios where I can humbly amuse you with my shame. I beg you to treat this filthy male with your most severe cruelty so that you may enjoy the strength and superiority that you enjoy over myself and other lowly naked pig-males. Drag my own words and confessions out of me. Command me to shame myself before you and anyone it pleases you to shame me in front of. Make me feel the wrath of your cruelty so that I can be turned into your pig. I know I will soon be marked as your stinking worthless property by keeping me coated with your wastes and my own stinking shit. It would be so appropriate for me to be made to wear your piss and shit and for me to be used for orally cleaning your anus and vagina. I deserve to be made to taste your shit and piss, and treat your body as a holy temple of worship. I should be made to wear your shit on my genitals as a sign or how those ridiculous appendages are viewed only with contempt and scorn by you. I should be made to drink your urine from your vagina whenever you have seen fit to leave my face clean enough to do so. Also, I pray that someday you will have the opportunity to see me anally fucked by pigs and forced to excite pigs sexually with my mouth so you can display what a lowly worm I am. I am humbly requesting these cruel treatments fro you as a display of your most holy power and supreme level of perfection and control of me and your entire domain........” She cut me off at that point as the shit began to uncontrollably ooze out of my anus. It was drizzling down the backs of my legs and it was obvious that momentarily I was going to put on quite a display for her. “Alright you disgusting piece of filth. Now I want you to concentrate on the shame of your disgusting mess flowing down your legs. Feel the drizzling filth that you no longer have control of. Dwell on how it is your powerful Owner who has done this to you, and feel the awe of the fact that I now control even your bowel movements. I want you to understand just how disgusting you look to me, and the absolute contempt that I have for my lowly emasculated pig-boy.” Another bottle of urine was drizzled over my head and the dirt beneath my feet was beginning to turn into a nasty stinking slurry. As I was grimacing, twisting and writhing in torture, and dancing in frantic desperation still unsuccessfully trying to hold back the enema, the dirt was turning into a smelly, sloppy, loose mixture of mud, shit and piss. Soon my feet were covered in it and I knew that within seconds, I would be forced to expel my enema at full force, making the mess even worse. Finally, I could hold it back no longer, and the runny filth exploded out of my ass. The first blast actually was propelled out and landed about a foot away from my feet. And then there was a huge constant flow that simply oozed out and ran down the back of my legs and into the piss-mud. Owner was laughing hysterically at what was going on, but also at the look of mortification on my flushed and embarrassed face. Next I was lowered back down and collapsed exhausted in the huge pile of stinking filth. “On your belly, pig” she commanded and I obediently laid face down in the piss and shit and mud. “Now grovel in that filth. Coat yourself with it. While I was rolling and twisting in the shit, I felt her boot on the back of my head as she pushed my face around in the shitty/pissy slop. I begged for mercy but only received cruel laughter. She was having a great time laughing and mocking her little pig-boy. There was yet another big bottle of my urine poured over me, making the muddy, shitty, mess grow in size as I continued to obediently mix the foul mess up with my groveling, writhing body. The pile of filth spread out so that it now was wider and longer than my body. I felt her booted foot on the back of my head while she shoved my face in the stinking filth as an act of total conquest. She pushed my face around in the shit, laughing hysterically as I sputtered and spit the shit out of my mouth. By now I was pathetically begging for mercy and crying, completely out of control in a totally broken fashion. I already felt like some disgusting hated beast that stunk with a vile repulsive odor that marked me as something disgusting. There was no question about my worthlessness in my mind. The stink and the degrading circumstances of my treatment had already broken me. While I was still rolling and groveling in my mess, I could see out of the corner of my eyes that she had walked over to the corner of the barn and retrieved an old ripped pillow that was filled with feathers. I knew what was going to happen next as I had experienced it not too long ago. “Stand up you filthy scum”. As I complied, she executed her modern-day version of tar and feathering. She dumped the feathers from the pillow all over my shit and piss-covered body. They stuck there in the sticky goo that I was now coated with, so I was now “shit and feathered”, and looked very stupid ..... as was her intent. She was now doubled over with laughter as she looked at what she had done to me. I knew that I looked very ridiculous, and stunk like an out-house. Things were way beyond simple embarrassment. I stood there again on the verge of tears, with my head bowed in shame. Covered in shit and piss and now layered now with white feathers. She called me her “shit-chicken” and laughed at the shame on my feathered face. This was only the beginning of the session, and I knew that there would be no wash-up for a very long time. The stench and discomfort of the prickly feathers would be with me for at least the remainder of this day, and the long night, and into the day of the session. The rest of the day was filled with other demeaning degradations that I have described before. There was the Rape Horse, and the wall mounted dildo that I had to fuck myself on and then get down and suck clean. She took any occasion that she could to piss on me when she had to and even decided to shit on me just to show her total disgust and contempt for me. I also spent quite a few hours out in the flower beds, on my hands and knees in the sun, pulling weeds. The hot sun baked the mixture of feathers and the shitty mess all over my body into a crusty stinking coating befitting an animal of contempt and disgust. Meals were delivered in a pail and slopped into a trough and I was made to eat the disgusting sludge like a pig. No hands, no utensils. Just my face pushed down in the slop. She also added to my slop by urinating over the back of my head while I noisily ate like a pig. She insisted that I perform a lot of grunting and pig-like squealing. There also was a pail of water there for me to drink out of, and I suspect from the taste that it too had been given a heavy urine treatment by her. Then it was back out to another huge flower bed and back to work in the sun. She watched her slave toiling in the hot sun while she sat comfortably in a chair in the shade sipping her ice tea and reading a book. Occasionally she would shout out an insult or some sort of mocking ridicule. Sometimes she would grab the leash that was still attached to my genitals and would drag me backward making me squeal like a pig and beg for her mercy, to pull a weed that I had missed. Finally there were a few more random degradations and I was given another round of pig-slop for my supper. This time there was no doubt that my slop had been pissed in. The mess consisted of some vegetables that had been way over-cooked into a mushy mess, and there was obviously a large quantity of piss in it. When I had finished all of my pig-slop, I was dragged back over to the original pile of piss/mud/shit and shoved face-first into it Another heavy chain was snapped onto my wrist-chains and my ankle chains and wrapped around a nearby upright such that I couldn’t move out of the stinking mess. I was given another enema, and this was where I would be left to spend the night. I couldn’t even lay my head down without laying my face in the shitty mess. It was a tough night. The stink and the shame and of course that new mess that was added as a result of the 2nd enema along with the occasional need to urinate on myself made the sleep even more fitful. Also, I had been force-fed large quantities of water out of the pail, so there was regular frequent urination all over myself throughout the night. There was also the constant prickling from the quills of all of my feathers. It really shamed me that eventually I would get used to this animal-like condition and actually get any sleep at all. It all began to feel normal and expected. In the morning, my Owner came down and undid the chains from the upright and commanded me over to a clean area of the barn floor. She threw down some half-cooked fried eggs into the powdery dirt floor and ordered me to eat. By now I was totally broken and immediately got down on all fours and began to noisily wolf down the dirty food like a starved dog. There was absolutely no humanity left in me at all. She laughed at her shitty, feathered animal and with her rubber gloved hand, grabbed me by the hair and mopped my face around in the eggs and dirt laughing in glee as I no longer resisted, and just simply accepted her demeaning cruelty. I even tried to continue eating the filthy mess through the abuse. I was now her completely broken male and her session had been a success. After some time spent out in the mud on my belly, pulling weeds in the garden, my Owner’s sadistic needs were becoming satisfied and she was deciding to declare a halt to the session. I was dragged back into the barn with the leash attached to my genital collar and commanded to sit into my original shit/piss pile. I felt the disgusting stinking ooze squishing up into my ass-crack and all around my balls. And finally the command came to squat before her as she took a seat in a folding chair that we keep there in the barn. She looked at me with that aloof, haughty smile of conquest at her stinking, piss/shit/mud/feather covered, broken, male, taking in the sight of her destroyed, comical-looking, broken pig-boy and threw a paper plate at me with a simple one-word command, “PERFORM”. I immediately began to finger my anus and stroke my penis at a furious rate. It had been two weeks of terribly cruel intense edging with absolutely no relief, and I was like a filthy sex-crazed animal, masturbating furiously at her command. The dried shit and feathers made the process a bit uncomfortable, but I was in such a nasty state of sexual frenzy that it didn’t matter. The cruel ridicule and descriptions of how disgusting I looked and smelled didn’t stop the frantic stroking and fingering either as she mocked and ridiculed my cowardly obedience and emasculation before her. Tears of intense shame began to run down my shit and feather covered face, which just made her laugh at me even more. “You filthy, stinking, worthless pig-slave. Look at you and what I have done to you. There’s not an ounce of man-hood, humanity or pride left in you. You look like a stupid, worthless, disgusting animal, squatting there stroking that useless glob of meat hanging out between your legs. You disgust me you vile, repulsive pig. You have nothing left anymore. I have taken it all from you and all you can do now is to obey your Owner like a cowardly frightened animal and submit to any filthy command or condition that I put you through. Squirt that male slime out so I can watch you shame yourself for me. Go ahead pig, twist and squirm, and moan and groan and whimper for me, you worthless pile of scum”. I went through the moaning and groaning and whimpering and spastic motions of masturbation and finally squirted out pulse after pulse of the disgusting male sex-slime onto the paper plate for my Owner’s amusement. The globs of semen seemed to be much more than usual and it was quite thick and the orgasm was very intense and caused some rather loud and silly sounding whiney moaning. She sat back and drank in the sight of what she had done to me and the fact that I was once again returned to my lowly slave-like state of lowliness and then told me to lick and suck up all of my cock-filth off the plate. And of course I humbly obeyed while she laughed at my shameful performance. With her foot, she shoved the plate of filth up into my face such that a string of the gooey ooze dangled off the end of my nose. Finally all of the slime was consumed and she had a very amused but contented look on her face. She abruptly got up off her chair and went back to the house and left me to clean up the messes and put away all the equipment. I then went up to the garden hose behind the house and began work with the scrub brush and water until I was fit enough to re-enter the house and finish my clean-up with a couple of baths. So as I said at the beginning, I am now washed and cleaned, but I still feel the shame and filth of what had been done to me. My lowliness is once again re-established and will last through the coming two weeks, when once again, this worthless pig will again be destroyed and made to endure my natural state of filth and stink and degradation. I hope you enjoyed this as much as she did. This dominant lady was laughing at having made me shame myself by exposing all that disgusting treatment, and her comments were quite demeaning. She thoroughly enjoyed putting me through the shame of putting all that down into words, and she was having a great time with my discomfort at seeing it in black and white in front of my face. Every two weeks, I am put through one of these malebreaking sessions and re-broken to a lowly sub-human state of filth so that I understand what I am, and the lowly way that I am to act and serve as her pig-slave. This cycle has been repeated many times over the past 4 decades, and I have been forced to understand my position of lowliness in my Owner's househol

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Number 6: Super Mario World

I’m of the age where the name Mario carries with it a certain reverence. My parents got me a Nintendo with a copy of Super Mario Bros/Duck Hunt packed in. I remember my thumb hurting like hell after my first session with it. Every other game I’d ever played up to that point had a joystick. I recognize the importance and greatness of that first Super Mario game, even though it didn’t resonate with me in quite the same way as its successors. Super Mario Bros 2 and 3 are two of the best games I’ve ever played.

I was a Sega Genesis kid. Not so much that I thought it was better than Nintendo or anything, but it was the first 16-bit console I got my hands on and I was smitten with it. When the Super Nintendo was released, I was pretty deep into other hobbies like sports cards and, eventually, Magic the Gathering and D&D. I didn’t end up with a Super Nintendo until well into high school, when A Link to the Past and Super Mario World brought me back to the hobby in a big way.

Super Mario World has all of the things you expect from a Mario game: Tight platforming that still feels right some 30 years later, fun powerups, and catchy music that can worm its way into your brain. Super Mario World also gave us Yoshi and, many years later, Yoshi death memes.

The thing that sets Super Mario World apart from, say, Super Mario 3 is the stages with multiple exits. Any stage with a red dot on the map had one normal exit and one hidden exit. This gave me a reason to replay levels in a careful, considered manner. Sometimes it’s as simple as “find the key and find the keyhole” but sometimes you’re using a feather to fly under the end goal.

Super Mario World is simply the perfect platformer. The movement feels great, you can beeline for the end of the game if you want to, or you can linger and explore the levels. There are optional areas, and if you want to really challenge yourself the Star Road will have what you’re looking for. Super Mario World was the last game before the series went to 3D with Super Mario 64. The series would later come back to its 2D roots, but it never again felt as right as Super Mario World.

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vernicle · 8 years ago

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The 5 nicest things that happened on this week's 'Game of Thrones.'

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Welcome to “A Tune of Pleasant and Fire” Upworthy’s weekly collection recapping one particular of the most brutal displays on Tv set. Considering that brutality is not really in our wheelhouse, Eric March has taken it upon himself to dig deep, twist and change, and squint really hard to see if he can locate the light of kindness in all the darkness. He could not normally triumph, but by gosh if he will not try out his greatest.

Here’s what he found on this week’s "Video game of Thrones."

If 7 years of bumping all over Westeros has taught me anything, it's that the activity giveth, and the activity taketh away. No a lot more so than for all those of us who recappeth the activity on the internet.

Inadequate snowy horsemen. Impression by Helen Sloan/HBO.

Very last week was comprehensive of human kindness. This week, not so a lot. So ... I am likely to do issues a very little in a different way.

I am likely to summarize the down and dirty of what occurred in each individual place. Then, I am likely to give the nicest individual in that place specific props. An award, of kinds. Named soon after the kindest, gentlest soul ever to take a look at there.

Let us give this a shot, shall we?

Dragonstone

The episode opens just a couple times (weeks? months? What timescale are we operating at below yet again, anyway?) into Daenerys' triumphant homecoming to Dragonstone, the place she and Varys are just not receiving alongside.

The spymaster tries to whisper sweet, manipulative nothings to the breaker of freaking chains to no avail since, of course, there's the little subject of Varys striving to have Dany killed way again in time one particular. Varys does manage to slip again into the dragon queen's superior (or, let's be sincere, medium) graces by enjoying the finish and overall honesty card and declaring his loyalty to the continent's smallfolk, a worry Daenerys purports to share, even however she will soon be raining dragonfire down on a reasonable proportion of them.

"So. Who observed Spider-Male?" Impression by Helen Sloan/HBO.

Later on, Melisandre displays up for some light exposition about gender neutral pronouns in high Valyrian, and Dany's 4/5 badass feminine war council hash out their fight plans for using again the 7 Kingdoms. Could Tyrion's encyclopedic understanding of the Casterly Rock sewer procedure finally be about to spend off?

Probably not if Daenerys heeds Olenna's information to "dismiss all adult men."

On the eve of fight, Missandei and Grey Worm choose they cannot disguise their terribly hidden thoughts from each individual other any more. What follows is about as tender a really like scene as we are probably to ever get on "Video game of Thrones," which signifies...

The Shireen Baratheon Award of Generosity goes to: Missandei and Grey Worm: She for educating a eunuch how to really like and he for seemingly getting the only gentleman on possibly continent who's read of cunnilingus. I signify, do the gals have to set it in a raven, guys? This is not rocket science.

Winterfell

In reaction to an invitation from Tyrion, Jon and Davos explore plans to satisfy up with Daenerys and her dragons — and Sansa is like, "You guys."

Then, Jon tells all the northern and Eyrie lords about his prepare to get down with a Targaryen restoration — anything none of them are particularly stoked about, supplied Dany's target on killing lords and masters and the human burning that occurred through the very last go-all over — to conserve the environment from the White Walkers and Sansa is like, "YOU Fellas."

Contrary to earlier iterations of the Stark-adult men-go-nobly-unto-their-certain-doom display, equally Jon and Sansa type of have a stage below. Sansa is darn certain correct that Jon is way way too trusting of some self-appointed queen whose dad killed their grandpa and uncle only, like, 15 years back. But Jon really has seen the White Walkers, and they really are scary, and they really do need the dragons to re-useless them. Anyway, the total issue finishes with Jon naming Sansa temporary Warden of the North in his absence, which is anything his dad/solution uncle never ever would have carried out.

Somewhere in there, Jon grabs Littlefinger by the neck in the crypt, since Stark adult men grabbing Littlefinger by the neck normally seems to conclusion nicely, and tells him to lay off Sansa, which will undoubtedly materialize since Littlefinger respects the needs of other people, particularly Stark adult men who seize him by the neck.

Your hilariously empty threats give me daily life. Impression by Helen Sloan/HBO.

Finally, Jon trots off towards his future and Sansa manages to give 'em a lil' wave goodbye.

But her eyes are still plainly screaming, "YOU Fellas!!!!"

And the Maester Luwin Medallion of Best Kindness goes to: If you consider about it, it was really great of the tombs of earlier generations of Starks to offer a hard surface area for Jon to strangle Littlefinger on. Even if it was shorter-lived and Jon will probably live to regret it before way too lengthy, boy did Littlefinger have it coming.

Oldtown

Deep in the stacks, Archmaester Ebrose and Sam argue above the title of Ebrose's Westerosi heritage thriller about all the wars we just observed materialize above the earlier 6 seasons — Ebrose thinks it really desires to pop, although Sam thinks it need to be a lot more "poetic." (If you were ever wanting to know if HBO and George R. R. Martin haggled above "Video game of Thrones" compared to "A Tune of Ice and Fireplace," for the collection title nicely ... now we probably know.)

Impression by Helen Sloan/HBO.

In the meantime Jorah is no longer zombie-managing Sam from the confines of his mobile — instead, he is sitting in a dank area getting a depressing prognosis and contemplating suicide-by-sword.

It truly is a reduction, then, when Sam ways him with a tray comprehensive of sharp metal implements, a jug of rum, and a prepare to heal him by straight-up carving the disorder off Jorah's system. It truly is a gross course of action, manufactured all the grosser by an conclusion-of-scene match slash between Jorah's gooey again knifings and a bowl of creamy soup hundreds of miles away. I signify ... GOSH.

And the Little Sam Prize for Pure Goodness goes to: Sam. Definitely. For practically scraping the leprosy off Jorah's again. Occur. On.

The Riverlands

New off a righteous all over-the-fire chill session with Ed Sheeran, Arya catches up with Warm Pie (Warm Pie!) who offers her a killer pie crust suggestion and fills her in on the goings-on with her remarkably alive siblings, which gets the little assassin sidetracked on her mission to eliminate Cersei and factors her north.

Impression by Helen Sloan/HBO.

Later on on, striving to heat herself with the world's most pitiful fire, Arya finds Nymeria! Her direwolf! And asks her to occur again to Winterfell with her! And since this is "Video game of Thrones," she does and they live fortunately ever soon after!

Just kidding. The direwolf unceremoniously trots in the reverse course. Because, as Arya realizes, "that's not her." (Not, as in practically not her, but as in that's not her design to occur alongside. Evidently, this was a reference to a line from time one particular? Gotta continue to be earlier the credits, I guess.)

And the Brienne of Tarth Honor of Heartwarmingness goes to: Warm Pie, for supplying Arya his solution pie recipe. First brown the butter, before slaughtering your enemies' loved ones members and baking their digits into the filling. Gonna stow that one particular away for Thanksgiving.

The high seas.

Underneath deck, all is clean sailing in the Iron Fleet on its way to obtain the Dornish army. The Sand Snakes lay in their hammocks fantasizing about the various Lannisters they are likely to whip/throwing star to demise although Yara and Ellaria get to know one particular a different a very little-to-a-good deal better.

Of course, then Uncle Euron ruins the second when he arrives flying in like the guide singer of Rhode Island's third greatest Iron Maiden tribute band and spoils almost everything, slaughtering various extras and the two Sand Snakes you probably did not care about, although using the one particular Sand Snake you also did not care about but at the very least undoubtedly acknowledged, Ellaria, and Yara hostage. Confronted by his father's brother holding his sister at ax-stage, Theon takes a deep breath, screws his bravery to the sticking spot, and ... bravely jumps into the sea.

Oh nicely. You can expect to get him next time, Theon.

And the Ser Davos Seaworth Herald of Compassion goes to: Random piece of shipwreck, for holding Theon afloat soon after he abandons ship. Probably he does not are entitled to it — he sexually harassed his sister, killed two harmless farm boys, and marketed out the overall North to a crazed serial killer — but hey, everybody warrants a 27th possibility. Right? Way to occur as a result of in the clutch, hunk of driftwood!

Random Acts of Niceness

It was great of all those wolves not to eat Arya's horse, who was undoubtedly like "screw this" all over that overall scene.

Varys is a "little-d" democrat? Could we be headed towards a revolution of the Westerosi political procedure? Five years from now, will we be arguing about Pentosi interference in the Targaryen-Lannister election?

Ser Davos appreciates how to examine! All all those lessons with Shireen finally compensated off. Thanks, Shireen! Speculate whatsoever occurred to that scamp.

That's all for now, folks! Be part of me next week when hopefully Daenerys and Jon bro out above their vinyl collections, the Evening King helps paint the Wall a lovely burnt umber, and Randall and Dickon Tarly's father-son highway trip again to Horn Hill finishes in a tearful activity of capture.

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Also Known As: GoW2

Genre: Shooter, First-Person Shooter

Developer: Microsoft

Publisher: Epic Games

ESRB Rating: Mature

Release Date: November 7, 2008

Hints

Kung Fu Back Flip

You get in cover then you press A, then up + A, then wait and then press down + A on (any mode).

Day One Get Ammo Quick!

When above the arcade and you need to get ammo quick, or need to get off the balcony quick, set a shield on the edge of the balcony and climb (jump)over the shield. You will land on the ground below the balcony.

Sniper Practice

In act 2. When you find carmin, the is a bunch of grubs running. Get your sniper rifle and shoot them. Do this 5 times and he will say : Thats 5 Mother f***ker.

Skorge Superjump

When your on any map, and on the locust team, pick Skorge. When you start the game you have a smoke grenade, throw that smoke grenade at your feet, and right when its about to blow up, roll (A button). You should be flying in the air. But if your not scared of heights, check this out, you can keep taping the A button to go higher but the thing is when you go a certain height you’ll die. It sounds stupid but its fun try it. It may take a few tries to get it right and it mostly works on avalanche near the wrecked trucks.

Chainsaw Laws

On your chainswa gun, you can usually cut threwregular locus, but diffrent types of locus can’t be cut threw. I’ve tried this many times, and you can only cut threw regular locus solders, and what I like to call, the locus Jr. (grunts) So if you’re going up aganst a boomer or somthing like that, eather A, shoot till’ he drops, or B, bash him with your shotgun.

Teamwork

If you want to survive horde’s 50 waves, try this:

1. Teamwork/reviving. Every life is sacred and you can’t go alone on high levels.

2. Camping. You’ll need to camp and shoot locust down in HIGH levels or be shot down. Boomshields are recommended to be planted, and any grenades.

3. Full teams – Try a private match with friends that are guaranteed to play for a few hours of horde. Also, hosts in public matches might start leaving, idle people aren’t helping out as well.

Try to beat horde! Dangerous, dangerous horde.

Friends And Explosions

In gears 2 in horde/campaign, try to keep tickers and flamethrowers away from down friends. If you shoot a ticker or flamer, flame boomer, and your friend is nearby, he will die along with the enemy, and it counts as you killing him, which gets people (me) mad. Flamethrowers on fire are the worst for a friend.

A Wheezing Butcher

Take a boltok pistol, and shoot a boomer 2 times, the first time in the shoulder, and with shot number 2, you need to knock his helmet off. Now until you kill him, when he inhales he wheezes. This can be heard better when you are too far away from him to hear the footsteps. Pathetic, but funny.

Killing Locust

When killing locust make sure that if they have a sniper keep your head down till after they fire. If the have a shotgun blindfire them and if it’s the big guys like maulers, boomers, and grinders you might want to find some cover fast but if its a butcher, don’t be afraid go at them hit wait till after he swings then repeats 3-4 times then nail him with your shotgun. If it’s wretches just melee (B)them but for tickers melee them then shoot them. (Note:when meleeing tickers if you hit them twice they blow up right away.

Better Hord Wins

Go to main menu and go to hord. Then pick Palivion as the map you are playing in. Then when you start in Palivion, there would be a big hole and an ammo box near the hole and a shield inside the hole. Get the ammo and get inside the hole and get the shield. Then place the shield near the hole and no one can go inside (unless if the little guys kick it down. ) And then when the Locust appear, hide inside the hole with the shield placed and no one or the big guys can come in. Just kill the little guys before they kick it down. And if you run out of ammo, there’s an ammo box outside the hole. But make sure the area is safe before you go out. TIP: If you die, the shield will not be inside the hole on the round you just died. You’ll have to wait on the next round to get it back. So don’t get yourself killed a lot or you’ll end up dying a bunch of times. Have fun and tell you’re friends or cousins about this, it’s fun.

Executions

If you are playing a mode like wingman, when you down an enemy grab him instead of executing him unless he is the last enemy, if that’s the case curb stomp him, pummel him, or my personal favorite the torque bows “can opener”.

Keeping Your Xp After Quiting

After the fourth update, when you quit a online matchmaking game you normally lose xp, but I realized if you play hoard online or a private match, you don’t lose xp. You may no get a lot of xp since you only get 150 xp, but play the full 50 rounds you get a whopping 7,500 xp.

Shotgun N’ Shield

When picking up a shield you will normally switch to the handgun by default but if you switch to the handgun before picking it up, press B, direction of shotgun on the weapons list, X to pick up shield. Do it fast though. If done correctly you will pull out your shotgun instead of the handgun when picking up the shield.

Using the Shotgun Against Locusts

Always shoot locusts from close range to blow them to pieces.

Thanks For The Ride!

In horde mode, go on the Day One map (or any map of your choice that has a set of stairs). If you’re at wave 10 of horde there should be those bloodmounts and beastriders on them. Get a boomsheild then go on a set of stairs and set the boomsheild down in the middle of the staircase (A button). When a bloodmount comes up to the sheild, kill the beastrider, then jump over the sheild and there’s your free ride! But remember this, its hard to shoot when your on the bloodmount because it moves pretty fast and the only two ways to get off a bloodmount is if a friend kills it or if a locust kills you.

Help with Act 5 Chapter 1

While Riding the Reaver when Skorges King(Queen) Reaver grabs you shoot its arm to make it release you. Note: This is when your above ground. Do this 3-4 times and it will eventually die.

Yee-haw

Beat the game once to unlock insane. On insane, goto act 1,chapter 3, Rolling Thunder. At thebeginning, there will be 3 cowboy hats for you toshoot. Switch your weapon to the pistol. Dizzywould start talking. Press back to shut him up.The first hat is on the wall of a building next tothe barbwire (on the left side). If you hit it,Marcus would say “that’s one. Move to the leftside and stand on the ramp. The second is inbetween the two wheels of the center you pass by.Shoot it and you would hear “that’s two”. Rememberto press back when Baird starts to talk. The thirdone is on the right side of the second fuel tankin front of the center with the earlier cowboyhat. Shoot it and wait 5 seconds and Marcus willbend over and say “Yee Haw!” and everybody wouldimmediately equip cowboy hat and it would staylike that for the rest of the chapter.

Boomshild Glich

When you get a boomshield drop it and take out your pistol and press B left (on your d-pad or direction of weapon you wish to use) and press X but you have to do it fast.

Dead Puppy

Shoot a locust until he tries to crawl to be revived. What you do is if you have the high-powered revolver shoot him in the head and his head will explode. Then you are free to say “Puppy”.

Infinite Sprint

During gameplay, you hold the sprint and after 5 seconds roll. Now you will not have to stop sprinting for a while and run through the whole game.

Cowboy Madness

Beat the game once to unlock insane. On insane, go to act 1,chapter 3, Rolling Thunder. At the beginning, there will be 3 cowboy hats for you to shoot. Switch your weapon to the pistol. Dizzy would start talking. Press back to shut hi up. The first hat is on the wall of a building behind the rig(on the right side). If you hit it, Marcus would say “that’s one. Move to the left side and stand on the ramp. The second is in between the two wheels of the tank you pass by. Shoot it and you would hear “that’s two”. Remember to press back when Baird starts to talk. The third on is on the right side of the second fuel tank in front of the tank with the earlier cowboy hat. Shoot it and you would hear “Yee Haw!” and everybody would immediately equip cowboy hat and it would stay like that for the rest of the chapter.

Toast Anyone

Make toast for the Delta Squad! After you pick up the “Trinity of Worms” in chapter 5, The best laid plans, encounter 6, proceed to the balcony where there are 2 ammo boxes. At the center edge overlooking the molten pit, there is a box on a pillar. Shoot the box and find a toaster inside. Press X to make toast for the squad!

Battling Skorge

Skorge, no matter how intimidating, isn’t hard to battle at all. When the battle starts, Skorge will saw down what looks like a light. Then he will have a chainsaw duel with you. Rapidly press B. You will beat him at that easily. Skorge will jump up behind the pillars and shoot at you. Don’t do anything except for take cover. After a few rounds of bullets, Skorge will rev up his chainsaw and saw at a pillar. Run to the end of the room opposite the end where he’s sawing or else you will get crushed by a pillar. Repeat a few times and eventually you’ll finish him off with the chainsaw and he’ll jump on his Reaver and then that’s it for that part of the battle.

Wretches

If you ever get swarmed by wretches, DON’T shoot them. Just pull out your pistol and hit them. It saves you ammunition and its a lot easier.

Executions

When an enemy is down (not dead) you can use execution moves. All you have to do is stand on or near an enemy that is crawling. They are listed below.

X= curb stomp (smashes head with foot)B= quick kill (depends on what weapon you use)Y= extended kill (punching to death)

Chainsawing

If you want to chainsaw a person, make sure you aren’t getting shot ,because if you are, the chainsaw will lower and your guy will move back. Also remember that you can chainsaw certain locusts

Killing Flamers

To kill flamers or flame boomers, shoot the tanks on their backs. But when you do, get away from them because they blow up.

Shooting Tickers

Keep your distance if there are more than 1, they will make a big explosion.

Cheats

Currently we have no cheats or codes for Gears of War 2 yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

Unlockables

Seriously 2.0

Get 100,000 kills online.

Unlock Anthony Carmine As An Unlockable LIVE Character

To unlock Anthony Carmine as an unlockable LIVE multiplayer character you must complete ACT 1 on gears of war 1.

Crossed Swords

Win 10 chainsaw duels (any mode).

Unlock Insane Level

Beat the game on any difficulty.

Party Like Its 1999

To unlock the achievement Party like its 1999 play 1999 matches. (It doesn’t matter whether your on xbox live matches or custom matches. ) HINT:If you do custom matches put it on 1 min or the lowest you can go for the time limit, Then just keep playing 1 minute matches until you get the achievement.

Pound Of Flesh Achievement

Shot an enemy until he falls down walk over to him. (you need a frag grenade) stick him with it and real quick take him as a meatshield. He will blow up and it wont kill you. Do it 10xs and you will get the achievement.

Unlock General RAAM As Playable LIVE Character

To use RAAM as a LIVE multiplayer character you must have the “Dish Best Served Cold” achievement from Gears of War 1 (to earn this achievement you must defeat RAAM on Hardcore difficulty)

The Around The World, Again Achievement

Win a match at all multiplayer maps shipped with the game in any mode, online or off.

Friends With Benefits

Complete all missions on co-op campaign.

Organ Grinder

Get 30 kills with the Mulcher Minigun (must bemounted on cover)

PhotoJournalist

Submit a spectator photo.

Pound Of Flesh

Use a meatsheild to save your life 10 times (any mode).

A Parting Gift

Kill 10 enemies with a grenade while down but not out (any mode).

Easter eggs

Currently we have no easter eggs for Gears of War 2 yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

Glitches

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Guides

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Achievements

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