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Out Of Time ~ 127

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Word Count: 3,080ish

Summary: Tony and Y/N run into an old friend and meet two of the Children of Thanos.

Previous in Out Of Time:

“Tony—“

“I know, getting ahead of myself again. You know what there should be no more surprises. Let’s have a nice dinner tonight and we should have no more surprises. I should promise you.”

“Actually, Tony, I really need to talk to you about something. I made—“

“Tony Stark,” a man with a red cloak appeared a few feet away. There was an orange portal behind him. “Y/N Rogers, I’m Doctor Stephen Strange. And I need you both to come with me.”

The necklace around the man’s neck immediately caught Y/N’s eye as Tony moved to stand protectively in front of her. It was the same necklace that the Ancient One wore, it housed the Time Stone.

“I’m sorry, what are you doing here?” Tony asked. “You giving out tickets or something?”

“We need your help,” Dr. Strange responded, glancing at Y/N, which made Tony tense. “Look, it’s not overselling to say that the fate of the universe is at stake.”

“No,” Y/N gasped softly.

“And who’s ‘we’?” Tony questioned.

“Hey, Tony,” Bruce Banner greeted, nervously emerging from behind Dr. Strange.

“Bruce?”

“Y/N.”

“Hi,” she responded quietly.

“You okay?” Tony asked.

Bruce came up to Tony, giving him a desperate hug, not answering the question. Dr. Strange was focused on Y/N. Slowly, she walked up to him.

“It’s time,” he told her.

“I know,” she responded quietly.

Tony guided Bruce over and through the portal, grabbing Y/N’s hand as he passed. Dr. Strange was the last one through, closing the portal after them. Another man, Wong, was waiting in the building on the other side of the portal. Tony sat down while Y/N stayed standing, nervously biting at her nail. Bruce told them of what had happened to him and why he was back. Wong used his magic to show the universe and five of the six Infinity Stones.

"From the dawn of the universe, there was nothing,” Wong began, “Then, boom! The Big Bang sent six elemental crystals, hurtling across the virgin universe. These Infinity Stones each control an essential aspect of existence.”

“Space. Reality,” Strange named the Stones, each one lighting up as he did. “Power. Soul. Mind. And,” he opened his necklace, “Time.”

“Tell me his name again,” Tony ordered, very attentive.

“Thanos. He’s a plague, Tony,” Bruce answered. “He invades planets. He takes what he wants. He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki. The attack on New York. That’s him.”

Tony stood up and looked at Y/N. It was obvious that Y/N knew about the Infinity Stones. Honestly, he wasn’t all that surprised but he was a little hurt. Things were falling into place now, the headaches, the connection with the Tesseract, her powers. She was connected to all six Stones.

“This is it…” He said quietly to her. She nodded. He turned to face the other men. “What’s our timeline?”

“No telling,” Bruce replied. “He has the Power and Space Stones, that already makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe. If he gets his hands, on all six Stones, Tony—“

“He can destroy life on a scale hitherto undreamt of,” Dr. Strange interrupted.

Tony leaned against the cauldron near the stairs, stretching like he was about to go for a run. “Did you seriously just say ‘hitherto undreamt of’?”

“Are you seriously leaning on the Cauldron of the Cosmos?”

“Is that what this is…?” 

The cloak on Dr. Strange’s back suddenly smacked Tony’s arm, surprising him and Y/N. Tony looked at the thing, slightly offended before straightening himself up. 

“I’m going to allow that,” Tony continued. “If Thanos needs all six, why don’t we just stick this one down the garbage disposal?”

“That’s not how it works, Tony,” Y/N sighed.

“No can do,” Strange said.

“We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone,” Wong added. “With our lives.”

“And I swore off dairy, but then, Ben and Jerry’s named a flavor after me, so…”

“Stark Raving Hazelnuts,” Strange stated.

“It’s not bad.”

“A bit chalky.”

“A Hunka-Hulka Burning Fudge is our favorite,” Wong said.

“That’s a thing?” Bruce questioned.

“Whatever,” Tony said. “Point is: things change.”

“Our oath to protect the Time Stone cannot change,” Strange said. “This Stone, and Y/N, may be the best chance we have against Thanos.”

“Y/N?” Bruce repeated. “Why Y/N?”

“My… My abilities,” she nervously answered. “They’re from the Stones. I can control them.”

“Not gonna happen,” Tony quickly stated. “That Stone needs to go because it may also be his best chance against us.”

“Well, if we don’t do our jobs,” Strange said.

“What is your job exactly, besides making balloon animals?”

“Protecting your reality, douchebag.”

“Okay, guys, could we table this discussion right now?” Bruce requested. “The fact is that we have this Stone. We know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the Mind Stone, and we have to find him now.”

“Yeah, that’s the… thing,” Tony muttered, awkwardly.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“Two weeks ago, Vision turned off his transponder. His offline.”

“What?” Bruce exclaimed. “Tony, you lost another super bot?”

“I didn’t lose him. He’s more than that. He’s evolving.”

“He’s with Wanda,” Y/N whispered. “They’ve been sneaking around like we have, haven’t they?”

“That’s been my guess.”

“Who could find Vision, then?” Dr. Strange asked.

“Shit,” Tony quietly muttered to himself. He looked around at the others. “Probably Steve Rogers.”

“Oh, great,” Strange sighed in exasperation.

“Maybe. But…” Tony sighed.

Looking over at Y/N, he was met with her scared gaze. Everything was going to suddenly change, he knew it. It just hoped this didn’t change where they stood.

“Call him,” Bruce pressed.

“It’s not that easy Bruce,” Y/N responded. “Things happened. Technically, it’s illegal for me to be here right now. Everyone in this room should be calling the police.”

“The Avengers broke up,” Tony clarified. “We’re toast.”

“Broke up?” Bruce repeated. “Like a band? Like The Beatles?”

“Cap and I feel out hard. We’re not on speaking terms.”

“Then Y/N. Call your brother.”

“I have no way to get a hold of him,” she shook her head. “I haven’t spoken to him in two years.”

“Tony, Y/N, listen to me. Thor’s gone. Thanos is coming. It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to or not.”

“I know what’s at stake here, Bruce… I’ve known for a while now.”

Y/N could feel everyone’s gazes on her. Bruce was questioning what she meant, but the others knew and they looked at her with pity. With a sigh, Tony pulled out a flip phone. The one Steve had mailed him. He flipped it open, hovering over the call button to the only number on the phone.

“What’s that?” Y/N asked. Tony met her gaze and went to explain, but it was too late. She already knew. “He sent that to you,” a statement, not a question. “You've been able to contact him the whole time…. Have you ever…?”

“No,” Tony shook his head. “I almost did once. When I found you at the cemetery that first time. But then—“

“The Soul Stone took me. And you were worried… don’t worry. I don’t blame you.” She let out a shaky breath as she walked over and grabbed Tony’s free hand. “Call him.”

Looking back down at the phone, Tony hovered his thumb over the call button once again. Y/N gave his hand a slight squeeze as she watched. But before he could press call, an unusual rumbling could be heard from outside. Tony looked up and around, noticing that something was off.

“Say, Doc, you wouldn’t happen to be moving your hair, would you?” Tony wondered, pointing the phone at Strange, whose hair was slightly moving.

Strange looked up. “Not at the moment, no,” Strange answered.

Looking up through the whole in the ceiling, Tony and Y/N saw debris flying by outside. All of them looked towards the doors, able to see things flying by and people running. 

“I’m not ready,” Y/N whispered. “I-I can’t…” Her heart was pounding. “I… I can’t—“

“Woah, woah, woah,” Tony was in front of her, hands rubbing her shoulders. “No one’s asking you to do anything right now. We don’t know what’s going on out there.”

“I won’t be able to save them all…” She shook her head, tearing up. “I already know that… And I’m not ready for that…”

“But you don’t know that, Y/N. We don’t know what’s out there or what’s about to happen. But we will do our best to figure it out and prevent what’s coming. Together, alright?” Y/N nodded. “Alright.” Tony ran a hand down her arm and intertwined his fingers with her. “Let’s go see what we’re up against.”

Holding hands, Tony and Y/N walked up to the front doors, glancing back at the men behind them before going through them. Outside was chaotic. People running and screaming in alarm, traffic tangled, a litter-filled wind. As the two make their way towards where people are running from, a woman fell at Tony’s feet. He quickly helped her up.

“You okay?” He asked, concerned.

Ignoring him, she quickly keeps running. A car suddenly crashed into a pole behind Tony and Y/N. They flinch, turning to see a man inside.

“Help him!” Tony shouted. “Wong, Doc.”

“Go! Got it!” Bruce replied, rushing to the car.

Slipping his hand into his pocket, Tony retrieved a pair of sunglasses. He put them on, keeping him and Y/N going towards the issue.

“FRIDAY, what am I looking at?” He asked his AI.

“Not sure,” FRIDAY responded. “I’m working on it.”

“Hey! You might wanna put that Time Stone in your back pocket, Doc!”

Dr. Strange moved his arms, golden bands appearing around his forearms. “Might want use it,” he responded.

“Don’t leave my side,” Tony told Y/N.

“Okay,” she replied with a nod.

Approaching an intersection, the two turned the corner together. Floating over the street, was a huge circular ship.

“FRIDAY, evac anyone south of 43rd Street,” Tony directed. “Notify first responders.”

“Will do,” the AI replied.

From behind them, a large gust of wind came, clearing the dust and debris from the air. Both Y/N and Tony turned to see Dr. Strange behind them. He threw a wink at Tony. For a split second, Tony is begrudgingly amused. Close together, they walk closer to the ship, stopping when two beings appear in front of them.

“Hear me, and rejoice,” the skinny one exclaimed. “You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now contributing to—“

“I’m sorry,” Tony interrupted, folding his arms over his chest as he stepped up, “Earth is closed today. You better pack it up and get outta here.”

“Stonekeeper,” the alien called, looking at Strange, “does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not. I speak from myself,” Strange responded. Magical shields are readied at his fists as he stepped forward, Wong emulating him. “But you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.”

“It means get lost, Squidward!” Tony shouted.

“He exhausts me,” the skinny being commented to its larger, bulkier being. “Bring me the Stone.”

The larger being dropped its huge hammer, dragging it along as it obeyed the ordered. From slightly behind Tony, Y/N’s hands began to glow purple.

“Banner you want a piece?” Tony asked.

“No, not really,” Bruce responded. “But when do I ever get what I want?”

“That’s right.”

Channeling his anger, Bruce attempted to release the Hulk. But instead of Hulk coming out easily, green shows up on Bruce’s neck and then quickly disappeared.

“Been a while,” Tony continued. “Good to have you, buddy.”

“I just... I need to concentrate here for one second,” Bruce said. “Come on, come on, man.”

“Where’s your guy?”

“I don't know. We've sorta been havin' a thing.”

“There’s no time for a thing.”

“I know.”

Tony pointed forward and the approaching being. “That’s the thing right there. Let’s go.”

Bruce gave out a loud grunt, but still failed to release the Hulk. Dr. Strange stared at Tony and Bruce in disbelief, while Y/N slowly had her powers snake their way to the two beings.

“Dude,” Tony muttered to Bruce, “you’re embarrassing me in front of the wizards.”

“Tony, I’m sorry,” Bruce apologized. “Either I can’t or he won’t—“

“It’s okay. Hey,” Tony set his hands on Bruce’s shoulders, “stand down.” He turned to Wong, guiding Bruce back. “Keep an eye on him. Thank you.”

“I have him,” Wong replied with a nod.

“Damn it,” Bruce murmured. 

Tony then noticed Y/N’s hands. “No,” he quickly said, rushing in front of her. “You need to save your strength.”

“If I can stop them, I want to before it’s too late,” Y/N retorted.

“Really no time for this,” Strange cut in.

Tony turned to see the being coming closer. Stepping up, Tony taps his new arc reactor, revealing his nanotech Iron Man suit that quickly forms to him. He forms a shield on one arm, protecting him from a hit from the being. Then Tony forms a set of blasters that easily throw the being back to the skinny one, who gestured and deflected his massive companion into some cars.

“Where’d that come from?” Bruce wondered, in awe.

“It’s nano-tech,” Tony responded, turning around. “You like it? A little someth—“

Suddenly, a spike of earth shot up and threw Iron Man far up. Using uprooted trees and other debris, the skinny being began attacking the rest of them. But before the attack can even do anything to the small team, Y/N steps forward motioning her hands in front of her and dissolving all the objects in one swift movement.

“Interesting,” the skinny one observed. “You are a strong one. I sense a great power in you.”

“And I sense a great deal of annoyance,” Y/N responded.

“Dr. Banner,” Dr. Strange said as Y/N and the being were having a stand off, “if the rest of your green friend won’t be joining us…”

Strange teleported Bruce away, along with half a taxi. Iron Man then returned to the fight, pushing a car thrown by the skinny being back at it. The car get cuts in half, and the being was untouched. Y/N put her hands in front of her, blasting the being with a purple beam. It flew back, crashing into the building behind it.

“Gotta get that Stone out of here, now,” Tony ordered, blocking a blast meant for Y/N.

“It stays with me,” Strange responded.

“Exactly. Bye. Y/N, get out of here!”

“No way in hell!” Y/N replied as Tony flew through the forming obstacle course.

As Tony made his way through, Y/N began to destroy the obstacles in his way. Before he could get to the end of the course, Tony was cut short my the big guy’s hammer, sending him through a building at high speed.

“Tony!” Y/N screamed. 

Her emotional scream caused power to be released from her whole body, destroying everything the alien had put in their way. She was panting and angry when the dust settled again.

“Well, well,” the alien chuckled, “I guess I was right.”

“Leave here,” Y/N demanded. “Before I end you.”

“I can’t wait to see you try.”

“Y/N, go!” Strange ordered, him and Wong being to fight off the being.

“What?!” She exclaimed, helping them. “You know what I’m capable of, what I’m meant to do. Why order me away?”

“Just listen to me!”

“Not without the Stone! You and I both know that I can protect it better than you!”

“And why is that?” The being asked, having heard the conversation while using the surroundings to attack.

He shot bricks turned into sharp points at them. Channeling the Time Stone, Y/N turned back time so that the bricks were dust. The Time Stone glowed in the necklace and Y/N’s hands were glowing green.

“Impossible,” the being whispered. “You… You’re channeling the Stones.”

Y/N blasted him with a powerful beam, sending the alien back and scraping agains the road. It stood back up, cuts littering its body. Angry, the aline used a broke fire hydrant’s water steam to knock Wong back several meters, rending him unconscious. Dr. Strange then snaps a whip of magical energy to bind the alien’s hands and yanked. The alien flew forward with the pull and pins Strange upside-down against a building, using the bricks to trap him.

“Get to Stark!” Y/N heard Dr. Strange say in his head. “Listen to me! Get to Stark! Now!”

Y/N hesitated slightly before deciding to not listen to Strange and attack the skinny alien from behind. The bricks continued to pile on Strange as the skinny alien turned around to face Y/N. Debris began flying at Y/N in all directions. Using her powers, Y/N blocked them, set them away, and dusted them. But she couldn’t see everything that was coming. From behind, the alien launched at car at her. It hit her, hard, shooting her forward and skidding her across the road, knocking her out. The alien turned its attention back to Strange.

“Your powers are quaint,” it taunted. “Especially compared to the girl over there. You must be popular with children.”

The alien reached out and tried to grab the necklace holding the Time Stone. It quickly jerked back when the necklace burnt its hand.

“It’s a simple spell but quite unbreakable,” Strange stated.

“Then I’ll take it off your corpse.”

The alien pulled Strange away from the building and threw him to the ground. Strange began to gesture to use the Time Stone, but utility cables pin down his arms, wind around his torso, then tighten around his throat.

“You’ll find… removing a dead man’s spell… troublesome…” Strange choked out.

“You’ll only wish you were dead.”

Knocking out Strange, the alien raised a portion of street pavement to use as a carrier. With a smirk, went over to Y/N.

“Thanos will be eager to meet you,” it said, using its powers to pick her up and tie her next to Strange. “Or kill you. Guess we’ll just have to see.”

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Fluff a bit of angst

Word count 1.8k

Year 1985

The warm water of the shower falling upon your skin is just what you needed right now. Especially after all the confusion. Thinking about everything that has just happened in the past 12 hours, it was all coming back to you. Maybe these people were on some type of prank with your family and friends, and you can really just call them. So you decided after your shower you would check your phone. There must be an explanation and so far the prank idea was your only option. Once you turned off the water, you got out and looked around the hallway, looking back and forth and running back into the bedroom where your outfit lays ready for you. A white top, blue jeans and white tennis shoes. You dried your hair through the towel and dug through your backpack, finding your phone. You turned it on and felt just as overwhelmed as last night. The time was unknown and location unknown as well. Not to mention no signal. You sat down in defeat, turning it off and looking for a place to plug in your charger. At least you can take pictures and listen to spotify offline.

A knock at the door stopped your train of thoughts, and Steve stood there in the doorway.

“Clearly you’re still recovering from what has happened-” A younger boy with curly hair and an adorable smile stopped him and pushed him out of the way.

“But you’re safe with us!! We’ll be your second family” He had you smile and giggle for the first time in a few days. You looked at the younger boy.

“Thank you, what’s your name if I may ask?”

“My name is Dustin but you can call me Henderson if you want” You smiled, nodding your head.

“I’m Y/N” Dustin smiled and walked into the room, offering a handshake which you accept. Behind him a few more kids pop up behind him. One with bushy hair walked up to you too and sat next to you, offering out his hand like Dustin.

“I’m Mike, and that is Will, he is Lucas and the girl is Max” I waved at them sharing a soft smile as they wave back with smiles on their faces. Steve watched them with his arms crossed, a soft smile on his face.

“We’ll be outside and if you need anything let us know” Dustin said, as all the kids go outside and laugh among themselves. Steve watched them run outside, turning back to me.

“Are they your siblings?” Steve’s eyes went wide.

“Oh no no no they are just kids that I babysit basically and I’m more like a parent to all of them, including El who you met last night” He said, scratching the back of his neck. He looked around the room and even the hallway. Soon looking at the device in your hand.

“What is that?” He asked, pointing to it. You look at your phone and looked around, thinking of an explanation of what to say. Before you could say anything, he stops you.

“It’s something from the future, of course but what exactly is it?” You struggled to find an answer but decided to come clean in a simple way.

“It’s a cellphone. Which means I am able to make calls, send people messages through the phone, take pictures and videos and even listen to all kinds of music” You said, smiling at Steve’s reaction of wide eyes and mouth open.

“Do you think you can still make calls in this time period?” You shook your head.

“Highly doubtful, like no doubt in my mind it will not work” You sighed, plugging in the charger and charging it up. You left it alone and turned to Steve.

“What else do you have in your bag?” He asked, looking at your light blue backpack. You smiled in an embarrassed way, and held up a couple of fingers to your lips.

“Are you sure you wanna know? It’s very embarrassing for me…” Steve rolled his eyes slightly.

“Come on you can show me, I’m sure it’s nothing” You nodded in agreement and grabbed your bag, unzipping it as you pulled out a few Nancy Drew books, a huge set of colored pencils, pencil set and your sketchbook. Steve held up the sketchbook, looking at the cover of it that shows a tree with different colored leaves on it.

“What kind of drawings do you have here?” You took it from him and patted the seat next to you on your bed, flipping through the pages filled with animals, different patterns, fantasy nature scenes and even cartoon characters. You would stop at a few drawings and tell Steve what exactly you drew and the meaning behind it when he would ask.

“You are a very talented person, the most I can draw is a stick figure” You laughed at this comment.

“Thank you but I don’t think I’m that good, I’m still working on it” You say, putting the book back in your bag.

“But I think you’re great”

“Thank you Steve but I don’t know about that. I see other people’s drawings and paintings and feel…. Not as good as them, or that I ever will be-” The door opened up, showing two girls and a guy. One girl had short hair, the other bushy and the guy had somewhat greasy hair.

“What are you guys doing here?” Steve asked, clearly annoyance in his voice as he asked them.

“Just came by to say hello, but who are you?” The short haired girl asked you, her tone was comforting in an odd way.

“I’m Y/N, I um..” You started, but couldn’t finish due to the fact that you think they won’t believe you. But Steve took over for you.

“She is not from this time period, she’s from 34 years in the future” All three of them outside of the door looked at Steve in shock and disbelief and turned to you again.

“Um I highly doubt that, time travel isn’t possible Steve” The bushy haired girl said, with a slight attitude in her voice as she looked at you with a side eye. Steve placed a hand on your back.

“You can ask El about her, she’ll give you more information” He stated, his hand patting your back softly. Two of them left while one stayed back for a few seconds, looking at you both in what seemed jealousy but then walked off with her arms across her chest. You turned to look at Steve.

“Why did she stare at us like that?”

“She’s my ex, she swears she’s over me but whenever I am near a new girl, she gets jealous” He sighed, leaning back on the bed.

“So I guess she is not fully over you if that is the case”

“Yeah….” You felt bad as you saw the annoyed and pained look on his face. You looked forward and the both of you remained in silence for a while. Until Dustin came to the bedroom door, moving his hand back and forth.

“Come, we’re talking about how to get you home” You sat up and Steve followed behind. Everyone was in the living room, even his ex who did not seem happy to see you.

“Okay everyone, how are we gonna get Y/N home?” Mike said, looking around the room.

“What about the Russians? What if they have a time machine?” You eyes went wide.

“A time machine?! And Russians??” You asked in a panicked tone, looking at Mike.

“What about my car?”

“You have a car?” The older guy asked you. You nodded as El took over.

“She was driving through the forest nearby and somehow got here through a storm” She said softly, looking up at you then the rest of the group.

“Well I highly doubt they would keep it under the mall” His ex said, bottom lip slightly popped out. Steve noticed your nervousness, taking your hand softly as your other hand hooked around his arm. You looked down at the floor as the conversation continued.

“Well we gotta think of something, it never hurts to try to go back-” Max started but got stopped.

“Oh hell no! The last time we did blood was everywhere” Steve said sternly, which caused you to hold onto his arm tighter, Dustin’s head popped up.

“What if we wait until the next storm comes and she can drive through it like she did when she got here?” You nodded slightly in agreement.

“I feel like that could work” You said, and a few of the kids agreed with you.

“As long as you’re safe doing it I approve” El said, but then pouted.

“But when is the next storm?” She asked, Mike spoke up.

“I believe in two weeks” You sighed in defeat, leaning into Steve as you look at the floor.

“Well we’ll keep at as plan A but if anything else turns up, let the rest of the group know” Steve said, looking anywhere but his ex. Everyone agreed strongly, especially his ex. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom once you noticed her glare at you. Steve caught up to you as you turned around.

“Hey, I know she isn’t friendly but if she tries to do anything to you, let me know ok?” You nodded, holding out your pinky.

“I promise I will” He chuckled and hooked his pinky around yours as he left to the kitchen and you went to the bathroom and sighed in relief that you’re safe from her glare. Once you got out after a couple of minutes, the kids were out and the rest were watching TV. The girl with the short hair noticed you and got up, a soft smile on her face.

“I never got to introduce myself, I’m Robin” She said, holding out her hand. You shook it in a relaxed way, at least she’s nicer than his ex.

“Also I have something to share with you, follow me” She whispered as she took your wrist and pulled you into the bedroom you had slept in the night before.

“Is this about his ex?” You asked softly as she closed the door and locked it.

“Yes, and to also be a friend for the time you’re here who is close to your age so you won’t have to deal with just Harrington”

“Harrington?”

“Steve’s last name”

“Ooooh ok”

“Yeah so about his ex, she was a total sweetheart at first but as time went on, she turned into a tougher person?” She said, unsure about how to explain the last part.

“And she claims to be over him?”

“She says so but whenever she sees him flirting she looks like she has holding herself back” She said, fixing her hair slightly.

“But either way, ignore her and the guy she is with”

“What’s her name?”

“Nancy, the other guy is Jonathan” She said, disgust in her voice. You giggled slightly and yawned, and Robin noticed immediately.

“Do you wanna go do something?”

“Like what?”

“Ice cream and maybe bowling?” You nodded excitedly, and clapped slightly.

“Can Steve come?” She nodded, going out the door as you followed behind to have a fun afternoon.

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Submit Anon: Why I Left the Hetalia Fandom

Be forwarned, this tale is a long one. Sorry if this story is all over the place. If any readers recognize these people, do not go after them. Real names will not be used in this story, so we’ll call these “Hetalians” in question:

*”Ludwig”, a young woman who Oliver had/has feelings for.

*”Oliver”, the star of this tale, and the ringleader of a cosplay group.

*”Matthew”, the oldest member of the cosplay group, and the only other male besides me. We were very briefly a thing.

*”Feli”, me, the one who had to put up with all this. I’m autistic, and have some sensory issues; I also don’t usually catch typical “cues” right away.

*”Francis”, and “Kiku”, two of Oliver’s sympathizers, friends, and members of her group.

*”Tino”, a Finland cosplayer who honestly was kind of bossy.

I first met these Hetalians when I first started out cosplaying. It was the Saturday of a certain con that I met Ludwig, who, while an attractive woman, I only saw as a friend (remember this as we go on).

We chatted on Tumblr for awhile, and one day she asked if I was going to the Hetalia Day meetup that year. Not knowing about it until then, I said yes! Because of course I wanted to expand my circle of friends, and if these would-be friends have the same interests as me, then that makes it a hundred times easier.

So the day of the meetup came, and so far, everything was fine. Ludwig came about an hour after I did, and unbeknownst to me, and brought a friend of hers along. This is how I met Oliver.

(Quick side note before we continue: I’m the type of person, who even non-romantically, if I’m comfortable enough with a person, I hug, hold hands, etc. willingly, as I otherwise don’t particularly care to touch other people.)

So Ludwig and I head from one pavilion to the other (the meetup was at a rather large park), and as we’re walking, holding hands as we do, we suddenly hear this girl yell at us, and despite being nearly a foot shorter than me (I’m 5’7”, she was like 4’8”, I think?) nearly pulled me to the ground, with such force that I nearly did lose my balance! Now I’m not the assertive type at all, nor did I really understand at the time why Oliver did that to begin with, so I back off a little for the time being.

In fact, I nearly forget about the incident until almost a year later, when Oliver volunteered to pick me up to take me to A-Fest, since I couldn’t (and still can’t OTL) drive, and get me to my hotel. We have somewhat of a decent conversation on the way there. Mostly about other cons we’ve been to previously. Oliver also brought up about Ludwig and how “she was the best thing to ever happen to [her]”. And suddenly her behavior at the meetup made sense to me. Or, it sort of did, I would end up needing a few more hints that came when we picked up Ludwig so we could all go get our badges together, and so I could get checked into the hotel I was staying at.

So among all other things I had with me, a video camera was one of them, because I wanted to (and would still like to) try out the whole “vloging” thing. As soon as Ludwig is in the shot, however, Oliver snaps at me saying “Don’t film my woman!”

I was taken aback, because since when was she your woman? It was established prior to picking her up that Ludwig is only interested in men (cis men, specifically), and that she already had a boyfriend. And there was certainly no polygamy involved. Yet, this whole thing was still going over my head.

Anyway, I get checked in, and even though I booked the hotel room, Tino, who I was unfortunately rooming with, starts acting like she’s the boss. She snapped at me when I didn’t look her in the eyes, even though that’s something I’m not comfortable with (eye contact is very distracting to me), she wouldn’t let me go to sleep until four in the morning, and that was only because I had started shaking and crying from behind so sleep deprived. And because she prioritized con so much, she barely let me eat, or bathe, or brush my teeth. Except maybe one time each, each day? If even that? And despite bringing four characters to cosplay, she only allowed me to wear one! One character, two outfits, the whole con! And she forced me to go to the rave with her; I don’t go to raves, or as I like to call them “sensory overload imminent”, so just imagine how well that went…

There was an incident where I had accidentally left my video camera and my mom’s camera that I was borrowing at the Hetalia photo shoot location; I did get them back a day later (thank you whoever dropped them off at lost and found!), but at the time, I was really upset about it, and Tino wouldn’t let me go look for them, and I ended up having a meltdown because of that, and from being bossed around, and from being so sleep deprived. Did she care? Only because she wanted to get back to con going! Hell, a random passerby was more concerned than she was!

Neglecting her health bit her in the ass on the last day of con, however, as she caught con plague. I don’t wanna say that she had it coming, but she did. And when my shenanigans with her ended, in came Matthew.

Now, at this point, I barely knew him from online, along with past cons and meet ups, but I soon found myself spending Saturdays with him. From there, we became fast friends over the course of a year. He got me into a few other anime titles as well, yet when I tried to get him into my favorite games (since I do mostly prefer video games over anime), he wouldn’t have any of it. He even called Kirby “a video game for babies” once when I wore my Kirby t-shirt!

(Also, funny thing: even though he’s older than me, and owns every Nintendo console, he can’t get the Koopalings’ namesakes correct! That’s like, Nintendo 101 stuff, too!)

Despite this, I somehow managed to develop feelings for him (and I still don’t know why). We went on, maybe three dates at most, before calling it quits.

And Matthew, if you are reading this: Yes, I will admit I was very immature then. I will also admit that arousal is an emotion that I am not 100% familiar with. It was a very confusing mess I should have left you out of. In those regards, I apologize for giving you any unnecessary stress. That is all I will apologize for.

While that whole tangent with Matthew was going on, Oliver decided to start an Another Color Hetalia (better known as 2P) cosplay group, and roped as many of us in as possible. Even though I was assigned a character, I never even got around to starting on the costume, which was for the better really.

It was during this, I learned once and for all that Oliver thought I was trying to steal Ludwig. At Hetalia Day 2014, we were all there, but when I went up to Ludwig to try and say hello to her, some other Hetalians, who I presume were some of Oliver’s cronies, stopped me from going up to her.

“I just want to say ‘hi’!” I said.

“Are you sure about that, Feli?” one of them asked. I just walked away totally confused, wondering what I said or did. I reached two conclusions after the meetup:

1. Oliver must not really like me that much. 2. She thinks I’m trying to steal away Ludwig, even though I have no reason to.

I unfriend her online not long after, but I was still a part of the cosplay group. For some reason.

Anyway, in November that year, there was yet another cosplay meet up I wanted to go to. However, there was no way I could get there myself, as my mom, who would normally take me to these things, would be working on that day. So I ask Francis if she, or anyone else going, could come and get me that day. I ask her at least twice, and she completely ignored me. The day of the meetup comes and goes, and I end up missing it. I told Francis it was mean of her to ignore me, and some friend she was to just forget about one of her friends (in summary; I forget the exact words I used), and unfriended her.

The next day, Oliver messaged me, telling to “say [I’m] sorry to Francis.”…Except Francis was the one at fault, not me?? I never apologize, since she deserved what I said.

One day on Facebook, our cosplay group (yes, I was still somehow a member!) was debating on having an Ask-a-2P Panel, and which con to have it at (since each of our 2015 con schedules were different all around). The main concern was having everyone at the same place at the same time. I took this problem seriously, and decided to make a suggestion.

Now, you know how in theater, every actor has an understudy (aka, a ‘back-up’ actor of sorts to practice alongside the main actor, in the case they need to fill in)? I thought, since Hetalia is a popular cosplay, especially this AU in particular, finding understudies wouldn’t be a problem at all. Plus, it would guarantee we would always have a complete set! That’s how I made sense of it.

Now, I didn’t expect everyone to agree, but it was still an idea worth keeping in mind, at least. Evidently, Oliver didn’t think so. She snapped at me for even thinking of such an idea and was all “don’t ever say again!” and I’m like Bitch, chill out. It was just a suggestion!

I forget about the incident for awhile until 2015, and Ikkicon both come along. I’m waiting in line with Matthew for our badges, when he says it.

“Feli, apologize to Oliver when you see her. ‘Cause that wasn’t cool. This panel/group is like her baby!”

Oh my lord. It was just a freaking suggestion. It didn’t help I was already irritable with other things going on during that time. Now they are going to dump this on me, too? It took all my self control not to snap!

And after that con, I finally ended up leaving the cosplay group. Not because I hadn’t started on my costume, or because of my con schedule, but because I disagreed with Kiku on a headcanon.

Yeah.

Because I didn’t agree with everyone else on some stupid headcanon, nearly everyone in the chat (sans anyone who was offline at the time) gained up on me until I finally snapped at them, told them off, and left. I got one last message from Oliver, but didn’t bother reading it. I blocked her, Francis, Kiku, and Ludwig on Facebook.

Think that’s the last of it? Think again!

Fast forward to A-Fest 2015. I’m having second thoughts about going because of last time. Matthew insisted I come anyway (mostly since I was rooming with him, and owed my share). Now prior to this, I was 90% sure he said he was going to come get me on his way to con. So imagine my shock when he says he will not be picking me up, but is picking up Oliver. I tell him off, decide I’m not going to con. But a mutual friend says they can come get me. I reluctantly, and regretfully, agree.

I end up spending little to no time at the con itself. Matthew got con plague on the first day (haha!). Half the time, I debated whether or not to call my mom to come get me and take me home!

After that con, I find out from Matthew that Oliver “has nothing against me” (as if!) and “wanted to talk to me during A-Fest” (yeah, right!). Unfortunately for her, I want nothing to do with her, or the fandom for that matter, anymore.

Now, I’m not saying everyone in the Hetalia fandom is bad, but these ones in particular really ruined it for me. I guess the only good ending here, is that I am no longer affiliated with those people, and have since found new interests with fandoms that are billion times better!

[igumdroppoop]

oh my god guys i literally just finished writing this sub blog and then i refreshed the page by accident and it all disappeared i can’t SO HERE WE GO AGAIN.... 

happy march guys! i had a long month of february and a lot to tell and share with you guys. i’m pretty sure you guys noticed that i spent a lot of time with my friends during that month, specifically with aria/joyce/celine especially. it’s probably because i started playing games more that we started hanging out more, and it’s honestly really funny when we get together because it seems like four degenerate girls in a slice of life anime just exploring life together and messing around together and yeah LOL. here’s a picture of when we walked in the rain to get fried chicken and finally got it after a long and hard road battle...

other than celine/aria/joyce, i’ve been hanging out a lot with albert too! we’ve just been streaming together a lot and if you guys saw, we did a cooking stream together where we assigned eachother a recipe that we had to impromptu follow. i gave him pork roast from shokugeki no soma which he tried to recreate and here is the expectation VS reality: 

LOOOL. it was pretty funny and annie’s reaction to tasting it was the most wholesome thing ever. you guys probably don’t see much of annie because she’s so busy with school but she’s like my older sister who always cheers me up when i need it the most and i love her so much...she also literally takes care of my wounds (on thanksgiving i peeled some of my finger off and she wrapped it up for me and made me a homemade ice pack) 

janet’s surprise birthday party was also in february! i’m sure you guys have seen this picture already but just in case any of you haven’t~ 

it’s crazy because only a year ago, i remember shitting my pants going to the offline tv house to play mafia because i was so nervous if we would all get along or not. and only a year later i feel like all of us have been through so much together that we really trust and love eachother like a big family. 

anyways, now to the *real* part... i spent a lot of february not alone and in the company of my friends. and i was debating on not sharing this with you guys, but anybody who isn’t lazy enough to type in the password and read this subblog probably does care a lot about me so i want to share you guys to why february was a harder month for me. i fell into a deep dark hole of internet hate last month and even though it started with just a few mean youtube comments, i dug deeper and started reading mean reddit threads and hateful anonymous comments and even anonymous DMs. before last month i kinda always knew that this hate existed, i just never bothered to read them or put my attention onto them. idk how it happened but it did, and before i knew it i was in really dark place.

people would be calling me spoiled, ugly, not deserving to live, a fake bitch, telling me i should kill myself, and above all those trolls there were serious people too who were messaging me in their disappointment in me, along with just a lot of false assumptions about me...i always thought i had thick skin and that those things wouldn’t bother me which is why i never read them, but some days you’re more sensitive than others, and i guess it just hit me during the wrong time. this made extremely insecure, and at one point i even started to believe the things that people were saying about me and it made me hate myself even more. it was hard for me and it really made me feel like i was letting everybody down in my life when that wasn’t the case at all. 

after that i was super self-conscious about all my actions and whatever came out of my mouth. it was hard for me to stream because there are literally people who are watching my stream at ALL times just waiting to clip a moment that shows me being “violent”, “spoiled”, a “fake bitch”...i was kinda scared and it was super hard to sleep too

that’s why i spent a lot of time with my friends last month because they did really make me feel safe. since all my closest friends are in the public image as much as i am if not more, i really felt understood and secure being with them. and guys, honestly, that month was really hard for me but it made me so so so much stronger. i have really changed my perspective to know and believe that i really can’t please everyone, and i need to work to make ME happy and nobody else especially not a hater on the internet. it made me appreciate all the people who were always there for me (you guys, my friends, family) and i realized all the attention i give to negative haters should be given to all my loved ones instead. 

i also wanted to thank you guys, who always sent me such supportive messages and any of you who watched my stream whenever you could in your free time. guys, don’t get me wrong, the supportive messages always meant a lot to me, but after reading so many hate messages, seeing a sub just sending me a message of support in my chat just made my HEART SO FUCKING WARM!!! i fucking love you guys. AND I AM OVER ALL OF IT NOW!!!! AND I AM BACK STRONGER!!! HELL YEAAAA JAIME THICKER SKIN +10 POINTS IN LIFE BITCHES!!! what doesn’t kill u makes u stronger

ANYWHO!!! look what anna (nakoini) sent me!! SO CUTE!! 

okay honestly not gonna lie after i wrote all of that (twice) i’m pretty tired and have no idea what else to write in this entry... OH! here are my goals for this month: 

♡ workout consistently

♡ get better at league 

♡ incorporate more games onto my channel 

♡ spend more time with my community

with that being said, i’ll be bringing back anime/movie night! i was thinking of doing them on fridays at 5pm PDT. i’ll talk more about the time on stream, but yeah everyone always requests for them so let’s do that more. 

also wanted to tell you guys that because i’m going to be streaming league more, you’ll probably see a bit of a change in my community/chat... i don’t think it will be a bad change, but i checked my analytics and already just from streaming league of legends the past week, more of my viewers watch league more than they do just chatting.. isn’t that crazy? it’s only by 3% but still HAHA. 

and i’m aware that i’ll have a drop in viewership while i invest more times in games, but to be honest with you guys i couldn’t sustain a healthy balance for myself constantly doing IRL. and also league makes me have so much fun right now and it’s a game i seriously want to keep on playing! and don’t worry, i was never really one to care too much about viewership, as long as my chat is happy and i’m happy fun i still absolutely love streaming. if you told me a year ago i could have even more than 300 viewers playing league i’d be so happy HAHAHAHAH. but whose to say i won’t change my mind next month hehe, life is always kind of a search for balance. this month i’ll be spending a lot more time on my stream and community at the sacrifice of spending time with friends/family but that’s completely okay since i spent so much time last month rekindling those. <3 

and to get into the healthy habit of being proud of our achievements even if they are small, here’s my list for the month of feb! and feel free to share them with me while i’m streaming, i absolutely love hearing your guys’ little achievements even if they’re small. 

♡ i’m pretty sure if friendships had a grade, i got 100% A+ last month for all my friends <3 

♡ got through a rough month with an advantage after (a stronger mental and appreciation for my loved ones) 

♡ my uber rating went up to a 4.8 LMAO 

♡ learned four new cooking recipes 

ok.. as you can see my month was not very successful BUT.. i have my own personal list of things i am going to work on too! and from what i’ve learned from being in the public eye and having a magnifying glass on me: 

your life is YOUR life, and nobody is in the position to tell you what to do with it. you decide what you wanna do for yourself, and those who support and love you will support and love you, and those who don’t shouldn’t stop you from doing what you love or doing what makes you happy. 

[imeugene]

I just read this and it’s pretty interesting. The topic is out there and as much as crapstorm these things tend to be.. I lowkey like it. I’m not gonna weigh in about anything but I’ll just leave it at a story that I’ve been wanting to tell. Just never had an opportunity to do so and I think this is a way that I can and escape some responsibility. It’ll all make sense. 

The Bikeguide video. It was what I was supposed to do. Bikeguide was a forum for geeks of BMX. People who measured parts with calipers and discussed the hypotheticals of BMX. It was a great community like that. I can honestly say I have fond memories of that place growing up and really enjoyed being part of it when it was still lively. With the community it fostered there was a lot of debates between people. I’d say it was the more intelligent part of BMX forums. Vital was for kids. TCUB was for try hards. 20inchnyc was for... I don’t know what it was for and the BMXBOARD was for the exclusive members of there to jerk each other off and act like its a BMX Illuminati. Bikeguide was more friendly to everyone which made it in my opinion the best forum. Yea. People took a lot of high quality pictures of their bikes but it was all in good fun and taste. 

I wanted to travel and film a Bikeguide video. Not out of any type of real selfless motives but I’m Asian and my mom knows way too many kids of her friend’s who are making 100k plus and felt like I’m doing nothing. BMX has completely dominated my life at that point so I wasn’t doing anything she could understand. A Bikeguide video would seem official enough while simultaneously allowing me to the see more of the world I always wanted to do (also the same case with the only Atavism shirt I ever made and sold). Something if you read this blog enough you realize is a big part of BMX to me. Back then Bikeguide had a lively enough community to pull that off and I wanted to do it too. So I tried. I saved money and went out and filmed and traveled. They say traveling is life changing experience and it was.

I really wanted to make a Bikeguide video though. I had no plans to make it anything else. I guess I was a bit too young and naive to understand what I didn’t know would happen in the course of that four months so. I honestly came back from all that hating BMX. People acting all sorts of weird in years after, getting stolen from, played around, even a few fights, all that usual petty stuff that now I understand comes from just being a person but when it was all happening the usual moniker of a chink constantly came up. A kid who always had nothing but good experiences in BMX, I kind of grew to resent it. I rode bikes cause I didn’t wanna deal with all that which was pretty prevalent in my upbringing in Richmond, the former capitol of the Confederacy and BMX was becoming more like that. Sure I used to be pretty opinionated on Bikeguide. Have beliefs like I would on here on politics, religion and what not. It was nice cause under the anonymity of a username you truly felt like your opinions were valid because of their substance. I find a lot of times if people view you as different, especially as something as big as race than inherently they view you as bias. What person on Earth doesn’t have a race? I guess everyone is bias but that’s not how its perceived. I’m the different one and my beliefs are wrong cause I am.  

I remember meeting someone and that person knew who I was through Bikeguide and I didn’t know who that person was. Maybe a lurker, maybe a prominent member I don’t know. That person would subtly gesture that he knew me and my internet history. I guess I offended him enough online to the extent he remembered and subtly made it known that he didn’t like me. Honestly he probably didn’t like my views which at the time were strong, misguided but I’d say well intentioned like most early 20 year old. I think the clinger was the fact that me being Asian was the root of all my problems, the way he put it. Something that happened a bit too much. Coming back from that trip made me hate Bikeguide and the BMX community in general. Like I said young, naive, and still misguided, a few penis jokes and chinks online and offline, typical foreigner racist jokes and what nots. Later I’m done with BMX people. I just got to a point where BMX dictated my life and that may work for some people but I always hated the notion that I’m gonna be too Asian til I prove myself otherwise. Either I have to be white enough to be in the cool like back in high school but I wasn’t gonna do that. I hung out with the weirdos and degenerates, I didn’t do it then and I sure as hell aren’t gonna do it now. That or work myself extra, cause I better make myself useful. My anime loving ass isn’t gonna do anyone’s preciously choreographed social status any better so I have to directly offer them something for their A-ok. Nah I don’t function like that either. As much as I wanted to believe that BMX is separate from the real world, it’s not. It’s just easier for me to realize cause I don’t have luxury to pretend it’s not. Cause the same crap the governs the rest of the world, governs BMX too and that’s people. 

I ultimately didn’t make a Bikeguide video and I regret that a lot. I was an even more a pompous douche back then. I made Somewhere. I distinctly remember cause it’s the individuals that are all out there “somewhere” that made it all worth it. Gave out a few copies for free and put some sections through BMX UNION with Kurt. Kurt and everyone I met through Bikeguide directly were good people though and Kurt if your reading this my mom was ultimately proud to see what I wrote and put up through your site so ultimately my trip was a success. In hindsight 94% of people I met were good but there’s a way that the 6% shits on everything. I’m sure they have people they love and that love them but Hitler was also loved so that doesn’t mean much to me. I’m sure 94% of the time those people are decent people too just when they were in the presence of such greatness as myself, they couldn’t hold in their feelings of envy, jealousy, want, lust, and absolute desire to be my friend and maybe more.. and all that came out as anger. It’s ok I get it a lot ;* 

But back to topic in question, honestly I can’t take either argument seriously. One used the word proletariat in a serious way and the other guy called Washington DC “the edge of the South”. Proletariat?! Seriously!? That’s the verbal equivalent of I drive a small hatchback and have a bumper sticker for every view I have. And DC is not the edge of the South. DC is one of the most multicultural friendly areas in probably all the US. Ethiopian food is literally regional cuisine. There are supermarkets for every race and culture in every other corner. Driving home from work today in the 20 minutes I saw a Christian Church that had Black Lives Matter, another Christian Church that had a rainbow flag, a Buddhist temple for Chinese people, a Buddhist temple for Cambodians, Greek Orthodox church, a Mosque, and a half dozen Korean churches for every denomination. DC had a very sordid racist history I’ll admit but it’s changed drastically since then. 

The way I see the whole thing is something like this. My family has obviously never owned slaves but I don’t use the n-word. Am I tied into this system of hate? Nope. My family was picking rice somewhere thousands of miles away in the opposite direction. My race is completely uninvolved in the history that happened but I don’t use it cause it’s inconsiderate. Maybe if you’re one of my close buddies and we’ve been blasting rap music for a few hours and we’re extra hyped, I might use it as a term of endearment but never in a way of hate. I don’t make it a deal to use it or show everyone I can use it. I don’t want to justify myself in saying it’s a word and explaining why I’m not tied into all hate language if they ask. In the end I can just choose not and everyone goes their way and no one will ever make a fuss that I don’t use it. It’s just common courtesy. In 1000 years when people use the n-word as formal language they can do that but now.. it’s a heavy word that has meaning for everyone. Just cause someone like Tyler the Creator says he doesn’t care how anyone uses it, doesn’t mean it’s true for everyone. I’m not so full of myself to make it a point, do it and guess everyone’s outcome. Can you be proud of the South. Absolutely. Can you tell people who are also proud to be Southern. Absolutely. Should you make it a point and show everyone by placing something as symbolic and meaningful as a Confederate flag to everyone in a nationally advertised event in BMX. It’s bad taste. A Dale Earnhardt t-shirt would’ve sufficed. Sure BMX loves bad taste but this is a realm that is really meaningful to a lot of people and BMX is not the type of vessel for that level of a message. 

I wrote a few things before that I felt was important. Things tinged in a bit of a social message. I did it cause this site is a way I have the most audience. At the time I probably had a few hundred views a month. The messages I put I felt were important cause they were messages I lacked growing up. No one writes songs about what it is to be Asian in America. Or makes movies or anything really. Outside of books, it’s just not there but I made a conscious decision to stay away from that cause this is a BMX blog and once again BMX is not the vessel for that level of message. After this post, back to the usual. Cause honestly you folks aren’t even capable of handling the message I really want to deal out muhahaha. 

[gamebrocorey-blog]

My wants for Super Smash Bros for Switch

   In my previous blog post, I talked about the rumors regarding a Smash Bros game for Switch coming out in 2018. Since the dawn of time, when a new Smash game is teased, fans speculate rosters with new and outrageous characters they want to be in the game. These requests can vary from calm and believable, like an Inkling or Ice Climbers, to absolutely outrageous shenanigans like Shrek and Goku. With the anomaly of Super Smash Bros for WiiU adding some of the most requested and completely insane characters to the mix, it might be hard to judge what could happen with Smash 5. Could Shrek actually be in the game? Who’s to say Goku doesn’t have a chance? With the success of the Dragonball anime and games, even my mom knows who Goku is! That might mean something for Nintendo! For now, let’s get all the goofs out of the way at let me break down what I think will be in the next Super Smash Bros game.

   I would like to begin with the characters. I mean that’s probably why most of you are reading this anyways. Does anyone really care if I say I want Corneria back or maybe the Cracker Launcher? Didn’t think so... I’m going to rundown all the characters I think have a chance of being added/returning to the game. Now keep in mind, most Smash games have one “out of nowhere” character that sneaks their way in, so if you see Sukapon or a Tetris block in, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Let's just get one of the most obvious newcomers out of the way, the Splatoon Inkling. If you have been following Nintendo for the past couple years, it's clear Splatoon has become one of their most beloved new IPs and has high brand recognition. Splatoon has already showed it's popularity with the inclusion of Inklings as well as a themed track and karts in Mario Kart 8 Deluxe. It's also easy to predict what the Inkling would do in combat. With the wide variety of weaponry in Splatoon, the squid transformation and the ink-splatting mechanics, Inkilings move-set is as predictable as a new Mario Maker on Switch. I for one would love to see an Inkling in the next Smash game and am 100% sure it will happen, but who else?   

   With Splatoon being one of Nintendo's newest IPs, is it not safe to assume the Springman from ARMS has a chance too? ARMS was the first new Nintendo IP to hit the Switch and it was popular for a short period after it’s launch. In fact, there is still a loyal scene out there for hardcore ARMS players and tournaments still going on. Not to mention his move-set would be another simple one too. Besides the basic punch moves with his standard attacks, they could mix things up with the different arms with elemental damage, or even have some of the environmental objects from the stages of ARMS integrated in his special moves. I'm sure they would also play off the fact that all ARMS characters can stretch their arms for his smash attacks and grabs. As for other new characters I'd like to see in, I would really like to see someone like Paper Mario or even a new Metroid character (I'm honestly not too familiar with the Metroid series o.o). I think Paper Mario would be interesting with his arsenal of different stickers and super moves, and a new Metroid character is just needed! But someone I’m praying for and I think would just be sooooo cool, is a Breath of the Wild style Link. Think about it, Link from Breath of the Wild is VERY different from past interpretations of Link. I can imagine now a Link with unique standard attacks using the vast and new weapons like axes and spears. Combined with the Sheikah Slate and it's abilities as well as the champion abilities as smash attacks or special moves, this Wild Link could be a very interesting character! Wild Link is honestly my biggest wish for Smash 5, and with the success of Breath of the Wild, I’m sure they will put some character/item/stage to give it it’s respects. Now that I’ve gotten my wet dream of newcomers out of the way, let’s ponder what will be returning to Smash 5, or should I say who?

 Smash 4 has one of the most diverse character selections of the Smash series, but not everyone from previous games was lucky enough to make the cut. Now that Smash 5 will be on the big-boy console with amble amounts of power, I think it’s best to bring back the Ice Climbers. The Ice Climbers were one of the first out-of-left-field characters to be added to the Smash series and I quite frankly love it! Ever since Super Smash Bros Melee, the roster of the Smash games has not only included fan favorites, but also payed homage to the classic games that made Nintendo what we know and love now! The main reason they were removed though was due to the limitations of the 3DS, and I can safely say the Switch would be able to handle the slippery duo. Now if they bring back 8-Player Smash that’s a different story but we’ll talk about that later. As for more returning characters I’d like to see, anymore of the other Pokemon Trainer’s Pokemon would be nice! Squirtle and Ivysaur both had very interesting move-sets that some players really loved. The fact that Nintendo removed two original characters from the game baffles me completely, even more so with the inclusions of characters like Dark Pit and Doctor Mario. I’m honestly not a fan of the clone characters, but I would like to see a re-worked Wolf be added back too. Lastly, PICHU!!! No, just kidding. I know this will probably never happen again, but if Snake would return to Smash 5, I think I might buy three copies! Snake was one of my favorite characters from Brawl so I might be a little biased, but he also had a really cool unique move-set. Not to mention Snake really didn’t fit in with the rest of the lovable Nintendo cast, and that’s what fans loved about him. The pure joy of getting a smashball as Snake and raining down grenades on Jigglypuff and King Dedede, ohhh yahh! Pure bliss! His inclusion was heavily influenced by Hideo Kojima, so considering he’s not at Konami anymore gives Snake a slim chance of returning. But hey, Konami does like that thing called money, so you never know! Thus concludes all my thoughts and wants for characters in Smash 5. Now it’s time for a vigorous and exciting paragraph talking about my wants for new and returning stages and items! ...Or how about we talk about something I actually think Smash 5 will need, a new single player mode.

    Smash 4 introduced us with 2 different new modes added to the series. Smash Run was the featured mode for the 3DS and it was honestly a fine mode. I didn’t play the mode as much as others, but I honestly enjoyed what little time I played. The WiiU version got Smash Tour which was not so great. I only played this mode once or twice and it seemed like Smash and Mario Party had a one night stand. For my sake, I wish they would’ve used protection. Both of these modes were McDonald’s chicken nuggets compared to Gordon Ramsey’s sliced free range chicken breast, coated in layers of breadcrumbs, fried to crispy perfection, The Subspace Emissary. Okay, I might be over exaggerating here, not to mention TSE(The Subspace Emissary for short) isn’t comparable to the multiplayer modes that are Smash Run and Smash Tour. From the trailers Nintendo were putting out at the time, they seemed to be suggesting that these new modes would be just as good, if not better, than TSE. TSE might honestly have taken the development team too much time, which could explain the delays for Brawl. Even if that is the case, I’d give my amiibo collection to have another shot of TSE, a TSE2 if you will. I adored this mode, seeing the different characters subtly interact with one another, telling a simple story without the needs of speech or text. Not to mention the unique world, enemies, and bosses added to this mode. Many players have complained that TSE didn’t really connect any of the Nintendo universes because they just weren’t there in the story, instead replaced with generic ruins, forests, and cities. But, for some reason I really enjoyed this. Instead of this world being a Nintendoland, it felt to me like a real world, where each of the different characters were on their own adventures, living all actively together. Sprinkling in the Shadow Bugs to create interesting enemies, shadow versions of our heroes, and new epic bosses, the world really had a personality. TSE was also great because it allowed you to try out all the different characters. I never expected to like R.O.B. until I got a chance to play him in TSE and now he is still one of my mains to this day. The Subspace Emissary will always hold a special place in my heart! It compares to, but exceeds, the adventure mode found in Melee. Hopefully Nintendo will actually put some sort of new single player mode in Smash 5, considering the Switch is offline most of the time it’s a no brainier. I will even take a Melee style mini adventure mode, please Nintendo! Single player game modes NEEDS TO RETURN TO SMASH 5!!!

   Alright Nintendo! I pretty much just made you guys a winner that every Smash fan would want to see. I’ll just fax you my email and phone number and maybe we could work out a cut?!? You guys should know these things are all I want in the game. I’m a simple man when it comes to games. I just wanna be White colored Link and throw my bombs and boomerang at people! Maybe get a few Marth matches, land some tippers in there(OHHHHH YAAAAAAH) If any of you want to add your ideas or wants, feel free to hmu or leave a comment. I could go on and on about what I’d add to this Smash game, but I’ll stop myself. The next time I talk about Smash 5, hopefully there will be a trailer instead of rumors! Maybe I could talk about all the three thousand, six hundred seventy two Smash amiibo Nintendo released and how I about every one of them. Nintendo, you keep releasing that plastic, and I’ll buy it! Except Animal Crossing... no one wants those apparently...

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