#mary's was super interesting to me too i think and agh

[cemetery-irises]

Also I found the event Andrew's story is from :3 and while that sort of implies that it might be something he made up I think his general demeanor and the way he tells it definitely implies this is something that happened to him. Not sure about the others as I haven't fully read them yet.

actually, reading through them it sounds like they were all personal experiences? (apparently orpheus had a wife though. what) like emily is talking about her internship at the white sand street asylum (where she also said she was the only one doing actual "nurse" duties. hrhfbj just a thought that caught my attention) so i really think they may be?? in universe canon??

[spacedlexi]

Hello! I like your TWDG art and I'm curious if the Final Season was your first exposure to TWDG series? What do you think of the series overall, if you've played them? Any favourite characters outside of S4? I personally stopped playing the games after S2 left me severely disappointed, I think S1 will always be the best of them.

oooo cool questions. and thank you!!

my first exposure to twdg was actually when the demo dropped for the first season!! yea ive secretly been here the Whole Time lmao i didnt play it myself tho i watched my friend play. it was the first time i had been exposed to the telltale choice game kind of format and i didnt really know how to feel about it so i didnt pick it up for myself i just watched others play. it took me a while to catch up and i didnt finish the first season until after s2 ended

the end of season one, like with most people, left me like.....really super heart broken and emotional like man i was Empty inside ahah that ending still and always will get me just Right in the fuckin heart meat. so, feeling as empty as i did and wanting to know where clems story went i jumped Right into season 2 ............ and that left me even More fuckin empty and sad than season 1 lmao fuckin season 2 is probably The most depressing season imo i didnt think i could feel worse than the end of s1 but s2 took it as a challenge

i Hated s2 and was really suffering through it but when kenny showed up i was like OH THANK GOD a familiar face (even tho he really tested my patience in S1) because i capital H Hated the new cast. sarah was fine and luke was Generally ok for the most part but the adults pissed me the Fuck off and still do for how they treated clem (an 11 year old!!) like a whole ass adult and personal therapist. but then kenny got Real scary after the whole sarita thing and jane was pissin me off for not only constantly pushing kenny (a man who was desperately holding onto a very thin thread) but for trying to convince clem that she didnt need anyone and that she’d be better off on her own (AN 11 YEAR OLD!! in the zombie apocalypse!! even tho yea the s2 cast were shit to be around). looking at s2 in hindsight the only good thing about it was AJ..bby boy...

and then about a year or so later the trailer for s3 dropped and i was like YES look at clem fuckin badass fuckin shotgun fuckin take no shit Yes but then i was soooooooooo so disappointed when i found out you were gonna be playing as some fuckin Nobody new character i was like fuck off i just want clem back. season 3 was just....pretty boring in my opinion and the only saving grace was whenever clem was around and the whole “wheres aj” plot that i wish the game focused on instead. out of the s3 cast (minus clem/aj) i only really cared for javi and mari...and well.....we all kno what happens to mari and how fast l o l rip. eps 1-3 (generously) were ok and interesting but the final eps just... ehhh. also jesus was ok but hes also a part of the comics/show whatever so he doesnt rack up points for telltale. javi flirting with him was pretty cool tho. both protags are bisexual you love to see it. bi rights hell yeah

AND THEN....SEASON 4. i immediately fell in love with the entire cast (even when vi was mean to her when they first spoke cuz i was like “yeah yeah i know you dont mean it i saw the way you were lookin at her from the wall i KNOW youre gonna be a romance option”). the whole troubled youth boarding school was such a great choice finally clem was around people her fuckin age no more adults looking to her for guidance or to parent. and she was Top Dog these kids had no real experience and i knew it was only a matter of time before she slipped into the role as their leader. i was NOT expecting it to be because of how ep 1 ends like omfg the end of the 1st ep is just.....Real Good. the ep itself was pretty slow getting you introduced to everyone but my god shit gets Real the moment clem walks into that basement and from then on out the ep is just Wild and ends with a (literal) bang.

E2 started testing my patience with a few characters (lookin at you louis specifically (even tho i still like you) because i will never get over how now AJ was the one being treated like an adult (A 5 YEAR OLD WHO ONLY KNOWS KILL MONSTERS TO SURVIVE and has never been in a group setting that he can remember))(its why my clem could never romance louis sorry dude) but violet was 💕💕 amazing standing up for clem and aj against the whole group and she takes on the role as leader cuz “no one else stepped the fuck up” i love her.... and then lily shows up and the whole drama with the raiders AGH love it

up until this point i was still just watching others play since the seasons were either too depressing or boring for me to want to pick it up for myself

but then telltale shut down. and i was like.....oh my god....clems story is gonna get cut right at the end?? i loved this new cast and i dont get to see how it ends??? im not gonna get to play it for myself!??!?! so when skybound stepped in and saved it i bought it up IMMEDIATELY i was like “that was TOO CLOSE im gonna finish this series for myself Dammit” and i did and it was great i played eps 3 and 4 when they dropped at midnight im so glad i got to experience the ending for myself on my own. i cried ahhaha so fuckin hard and i still do CLEEEEMMMM you did it bitch i love you

season 1 and 4 are really the only ones i like. and for me s4 ranks higher than s1 because of the cast and the found family trope and how its just..not as fuckin desperate and depressing and hopeless. it really just comes down to preference but s4 wins for me with s1 close second. i only ever go through seasons 2 and 3 for the sake of setting up s4 like its just formality aha. plus getting ajs plot established makes it worth it. and knowing how clems story ends makes the depressing parts easier to get through

SO YEAH OOF SORRY for the long answer i talk way too much ahah but i do really love this game. seasons 1 and 4 now reside snugly in a little corner of my heart where they will stay until i die lmao. if you havent i definitely recommend at least going through s4!!

[fallingin-like]

november 23

the real folk blues by @annawrites [requested by @allforthebee]

see which other fics i’m reviewing this month! / my review request post!

this absolutely amazing and captivating fic that has the foxes as space bounty hunters and neil who is, as usual, and exceptionally skilled runaway. set away some time to read this fic as soon as possible, because once you start, you won’t be able to put it down until you finish.

this is such an entertaining, fun fic and you did an amazing job at balancing the softer moments with intense, action-packed scenes. at all times i was fully immersed in the story, you handled everything so well. i’m always a fan of your writing, so it’s not a surprised that i had a wonderful experience rereading this.

bits that stood out to me:

”counting stars has become a habit, something to subdue the memories” ah this is really cute and i can totally imagine canon andrew, lying on the roof of some building counting stars instead of trying to sleep

”renee cracks a chicken bone smile in the corner of her mouth” i have never heard this phrase before but i love it!

”there’s a collective intake of breath - andrew, who remembers every single bounty ever placed, can’t remember it ever being this big” for some reason, i love when this kind of thing happens. it feels so cool, knowing someone wants that character that bad and gets me excited for what kind of skills the hunted person has, to be able to evade the people looking for them (reminds me of john wick lol)

”nathaniel wesninski alias neil josten is a hacker, con artist, engineer and pilot” BLESS HIM FOR BEING SO CAPABLE AND SKILLED

matt’s infamous bell peppers and beef with no beef!!! that’s funny and i think about it surprisingly often

”renee pulls up a few more photographs of neil wesninski on the hologram screen. she deals them out like cards until they fan out in a neat timeline of faded hoodies and various iterations of the same polished smile, a mouth sharpened to cutting perfection… the eyes, in contrast, look consistently hunted” holograms and just this space tech is SO cool. i love seeing how the foxes view neil before they meet him. it’s interesting how many sightings they have of him, but also how blank he seems, when we all know that there’s so much personality under that surface

”the ISSP are a bunch of corrupt, incompetent idiots” LOL

”’tone down the optimism, day,’ andrew drawls. ‘we might start overestimating our chances’” agh i love your characterization of all of these characters and this is a great example of why! and i like that you used drawls, it feels very andrew-like

”andrew waggles his fingers lazily in the air” yeah this is andrew

woah i have never seen the art for this fic (i guess because i have the fic downloaded and i just read that version instead of going on ao3, the pictures must not have downloaded) but it’s great!

gasp, i love the idea of the foxes Dressed Up

ALLISON BEING BANNED FROM PLAYING!! “her former alias - lady luck, also known as poker alice” oh this is great. for some reason, them having reputations like this really excites me

”it’s in my blind spot” ANDREW this is so funny

ahhhh i can’t believE you added the “better luck next time” line in!!

okay so the whole action part of this scene is so intense, love andrew throwing the poker chip as a diversion, and neil pretending to give up for a moment before ACTIVATING HIS ARMED SHIP AND SHOOTING EVERYONE. ugh, hearing about neil being so good at what he does (steering, hacking, while taking off his jacket) makes me love this scene so much

”vowels rolling like a pair of dice” this is so good on its own, but paired with the casino scene that precedes it? stunning

”kevin values his ship, and his life, in that order.” i can imagine. i wonder, is there competitive racing in this au? i can imagine kevin being obsessed with that

thank goodness riko is dead, one less thing (on a list of many things) to worry about. whoop and i see that easthaven has passed, good.

KEVIN DAY WITH A METAL ARM AND A TRANSMITTER PLATE THAT COVERS HIS TATTOO YEAH

oh dang limb regrowth tech in this au? wild

”’minyard and the monster, how lovely to see you again.’ neil greets him through the once more hijacked comm. they’ve been playing this game for weeks now, racing each other across the milky way like starved lovers. even allison is starting to run out of lewd jokes” i find it so interesting hearing about this relationship that’s being built between them even though they basically never meet in person, the joking from neil’s side

these hints of andrew’s eye mods are really great, i definitely didn’t notice them as much as i should have when i first read this fic, but every time after that, i appreciate little details like these more and more

RENEE WITH A KATANA YES PLEASE

”andrew shakes off the last dregs of sunday sleepiness that cling to his lips like the skin on warm milk. neil wesninski might have become a game by now, but the malcolms still mean business” ohhh boy, even knowing what comes next i get nervous hearing this. i love the contrast between the softness of what sundays mean with the conflict to come, especially when you jump right into the action

”renee pants, her voice cool and slippery like broken tiles amid the crackle of static” oh i love this description

LOL i can’t believe that andrew got matt’s dessert rations and gets to invite neil to be a part of their crew

”missions are slow and neil’s face keeps showing up on big shot, though not for lack of people trying to hunt him down.” i don’t know why but i really like this!! you go, neil!

oh oh thank you so much for the way that you describe neil alone on his ship, his hoodies, gloves, “one sad-looking sock”, “the one sock he’s wearing has holes”, talking to himself, “yet he’s still inexplicably trying to shield his robots from andrew’s gun” so cute!

”eyes like the gleaming insides of a wire in the dark” this!!!!

the! cats! neil made his robots cats!!

NEIL HACKING INTO THEIR COMMS I LOVE HIM

”neil is like a live fish under his hands, constantly wriggling and sliding out of his grip, fingers twitching back toward his abandoned project like flies caught in a spiderweb” ahh squirmy neil is super cute, “neil shivers under the touch like he’s not used to being touched at all” this doesn’t surprise me. even if i didn’t have an idea of what his childhood might have been like (with mary and nathan, i imagine there was not very much affection), he’s probably been alone for so long, when would the last time someone would have touched him? i don’t think i would be able to handle it

ahh barefoot neil is always cute

SCARS no matter how many fics i read, i always love moments when neil’s scars are revealed

NEIL RUNNING LAPS IN HIS TINY SHORTS AROUND AND AROUND AHH

”neil slinks into the room late, looking tousled and a little sticky around the edges like he’s just woken up from a nap. he freezes when he sees andrew, stuck standing right in the middle of the projection, and only moves when dan throws a cushion at him” your writing actually paints scenes in my head which for me, a person really bad at visualizing things, is really impressive. it makes the experiences of reading exponentially more interesting, and doesn’t happen that often.

renee as praying mantis!! what a perfect nickname. is she religious in this au as well? i can’t remember if any religions even exist in this au (whoops i know nothing about cowboy bebop)

”she looks stiff and faded like old newspaper in the light of the kitchen lamps” what a gem of a sentence

me: sees the nickname gorilla and gets excited because i know some action is going to go down

”the three of them would just  about reach his head if renee sat on andrew’s shoulders and lifted neil up” THIS IS AMAZING. i mean, andrew and neil are tiny but they are not that tiny

”andrew begins tonelessly, tracing patterns into neil’s skin” if we ignore the fact that andrew is telling a terrible terrible story, this is so soft

”his breathing is viscous now, like syrup in his lungs. his left eye aches and the corner of his mouth twitches painfully into the ghost of a manic grin. he bites his tongue and it tastes like the word please” i am speechless but i really wanted to acknowledge this sentences lakjsdf

NEIL WINNING THE BET ABOUT BEING ABLE TO STEAL THINGS FROM THE VENDOR AND ROBBING THE MAN JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING. uGH you do such a good job of integrating humour like this into your story and having it fit the tone and pacing of the fic effortlessly.

excuse me how is it possible that you followed such a lighthearted scene with something so devastating as andrew explaining his past to allison and neil and have it still flow??? “because… i did not mean for you to get hurt” ANDREW YOU’RE SO GOOD

”he’s smoking outside and watching the dusk unfurl like an exotic flower when there’s a crash inside the store” this description is so gorgeous

what in the world, andrew i don’t even know how to describe you. he really just helps catch the robbers with his headphones on while choosing things to buy, killing a dude, then checking out, no big deal???? i understand neil’s attraction to him a little bit more now…

andrew and renee sharing clothes is now canon, please and thank you

oh no, lola is Bad News, especially when it comes to threatening neil’s family

NEIL PACKING ANDREW’S LEATHER JACKET AHH

”the bebop crew are basically overgrown children and react very well to the little sugary rewards for good behaviour” yeah this is very true haha

”’your blatant flirting woke me up,’ matt grins weakly. ‘can i have a lollipop too, neil?” i remember this whole scene so well, the second the infirmary was mentioned i knew it was lollipop time. matt, is basically how i feel right now HAH

woah wymack taking care of bonsai trees? i didn’t know i needed that in my life so badly. just like neil and the twins, so tiny :’)

uhm so, the tape that nicky sent to andrew? it’s actually making me cry (which is super rare for fics) “i hope you know that i love you”, “things aren’t so easy at the moment, and maybe they still aren’t easy for you watching this ten years from now, but i’ll always be there for you, and for aaron, too. i hope that one day we can be a family. happy birthday, my little piyoko, don’t eat all the cake by yourself!” i love this so much, and it makes me so sad and happy. this nicky is so good, and as much as i think andrew needed to see this, i think that i needed to read this more. thank you

nicky calling the twins his little piyokos, his lucky birds ;-;

the reunion scenes are so good, i really don’t think i can write anything that sufficiently describes how i feel. the way that nicky acts, the new relatives, older aaron, it all feels so right, so real.

andrea minyard deserves her own bullet point

neil just goes and makes all the police ships crash by controlling them remotely just for andrew to be hit by a moon rock?!?!?

”something irritatingly warm rises and swells inside andrew like yeast dough and he plunges his fists into it and kneads it into submission, twists it until all that remains is sticky, frothy anger” and “andrew sits down on a crate and prods at the yeasty mass still fermenting in his insides. the sudden bloating of anger has subsided to the usual starchy nothingness, but there’s a sugary residue of unease that he doesn’t want to examine any further right now” as much as i adore your jokes and beautiful descriptions of scenes, sentences like these ones that blow me away completely are why you’re one of my favourite fanfic authors. these are the kinds of sentences that i carry with me even after i am finished reading

”i can’t decide if you two are more like toddlers or like an old married couple… either way, it’s really bizarre to see andrew having feelings other than hate and destruction” LOL

thea is the coolest person ever

”kevin makes a noise like a dying dog” me too, kevin

NONONONONO ICHIROU AND JEAN AND EASTHAVEN

thank goodness neil is here

apparently i am very fond of the words “juice pack” and think it is cute. why? i also do not know

huh, riko naming his identity kevin king?? feels… not good

oh boy, lola is back

ANDREW CAN PICK OPEN HIS HANDCUFFS THANK YOU FOR THIS

is it bad if i am happy that all these people are dying (proust, lola, etc.)

NEIL AMPUTATES NATHAN’S HAND WITH A CLEAVER WHILE HE’S HOLDING A CLEAVER AND THEN KILLS HIM LDKSJFLK

oh dang, it’s stuart (i trust him)

andrew’s eye! thank goodness, because although it kind of sucks, it also Really Does Not Suck

”it’s stiff and awkward and neil quickly wriggles out of it. kevin must be really shaken up, because he tries andrew next. andrew waits passively until he’s close and then steps to the side at the last moment, smothering his amusement in a cough when kevin walks straight into the wall with open arms. serves him right for thinking even for a second that andrew would let him” LOL i love you, anna, so so much

money!! woohoooooo (or should i say woolonghooo okay sorry that’s like the world’s worst pun)

BELL PEPPERS AND BEEF WITH ACTUAL BEEF AND NO PEPPERS YES! what a great way to bring things full circle, even though it’s small

sweet dumplings filled with fruit? i am intrigued

THE SHIRT

i can’t not acknowledge the bit with the key, neil is too clever for his own good

we finally get to see bee! ugh i love the relationship between bee and andrew

”they may be marks of destruction, but they are still andrew’s; still proof of his existence” yeah (like a good yeah)

interesting about andrew’s memory not being as good without his left eye. does he have eidetic memory in this au? maybe it’s better if he doesn’t

i remember the first time i read this fic, in startling detail. this fic was so good then, and it has been just as good, if not better, every time i have reread it

it’s kind of embarrassing, but one of the things that i remember distinctly (among a lot of other things) is the noodles! reading this fic never fails to make me want to eat instant noodles

so one thing about me is that i am actually really bad at visualizing things. when i read stories, i can never imagine what a character looks like, i just see the feature that is being highlighted at the moment, and the second that sentence ends, that image is gone. like i just have a magnifying glass to someone’s face but i can’t piece together the parts. it makes it so that i often struggle with the visualization of stories. but something about your writing makes it easy for me to pictures scenes happening. everything is so vivid, and real (hence, the instant noodle cravings lol) and i love that so much. it’s so special.

the flow of this fic is amazing, the characterization is incredibly authentic and really helps with carrying the plot. you integrated lighthearted scenes with pure angst and awful things (easthaven) and i’m honestly curious as to the cowboy bebop episodes you took inspiration from. this fic was so well written, you are so skilled at introducing characters, locations, plot points, although i’m not familiar with this universe i wasn’t confused at any point. you explained everything without me noticing. this was just a breathtaking fic. thank you so much for writing this!!

[an-bouwer]

Favorite fics 2017

Hello! First of all, my English is very bad, lol—so, this gonna be ‘a bit badly written’. I apologize for my awful English but I wanted to do it by this way. And that all, thanks for reading! 

Well, I was just thinking about how much fanfiction I’ve been reading this year, and with that, what were my favorite, so I want to make a list of my 10 favorite fanfictions. Although they are not ordered by number or something, they are all equally great and fantastic.

→ Tumbling Together by RedHead [you can find her in her Tumblr too]

When Barry and Len discover that they’ve accidentally become neighbors, they learn to navigate their new living situation amongst misunderstandings and a surprising amount of common ground. AKA the fun-as-it-comes Neighbors!AU which turns into a Pretend Relationship!AU filled with tropes, hijinks, and some vague notion of a plot.

This is my first fanfiction about ColdFlash, a friend mine was reading it and I was interested. IT WAS AMAZING. The situations in which Barry and Len put themselves for pretending were so funny. And RedHead’s writing was so exactly, so in character.

→ An All Too Jagged Snowflake by RedHead

When Leonard and Barry discover that they're Soulmates, they struggle with the many, many issues this causes. It might be easier without the collective difficulties of the Rogues, a meta-gorilla, and the military, but life has never been simple for either of them.

Another ColdFlash and another from RedHead, yep, I know. But, what can I say?

I was not really into Soulmates but when I read this, just—well, I love it. JUST THE ANGST, AND THE FREAKING POLT, AND—I can’t. Is too much for my heart. Len and Barry made me angry every time they something stupid, and that was often.

I love this fic so much, really, so much that I wanted to translate it into Spanish and RedHead gave me the permission to do [she deserves love]. So I do it! If you want read it, you can do it here -> Un Copo de Nieve Demasiado Afilado.

→ Dead Like Us by theoriginalicecreamqueen  [you can find her in her Tumblr too]

Barry Allen had a great life. He loved his job, his family, and his best friend (even if he hadn't told her yet). When Barry died, he never would have guessed that his afterlife as a Grim Reaper would make him feel more alive than ever.

When I start read this I was no sure ‘cuz the ‘Slow Burn’ tag and the incomplete fic, they were things that hurt me, but I’m a masochist, hahaha—but now, I’m waiting for the next chapter. Barry makes me want to protect him from everything. HE’S TOO PRECIOUS FOR THE WORLD. Not, but, the fic really is very good, the plot about reapers doing their job is interesting. And fics about Rogues are my jam.    

→ By Any Other Name by cardinalstar

Since gaining ice powers in the wake of the particle accelerator explosion, Detective Leonard Snart has been on the front lines of the CCPD’s fight against metahuman crime. At first, the Flash is just another in a long line of superpowered criminals, but the arrival of the Scarlet Speedster brings new problems for Central City’s finest. Len soon finds himself in an odd stalemate with the enigmatic metahuman who's making a place for himself in the criminal underground - and who also seems determined to become Len’s friend.

Len is sure he’s got all the weird he can deal with – until he meets Barry Allen, newly-transferred assistant CSI from the CCPD.

Other ColdFlash fic, sorry, this year was about this OTP. The au fics, more those of canon divergence are my favorites. A different story that other one we know is the best, it’s like the things really did not change much, because the holes in the plot are filled. So, about the fic, Len with powers and Barry a little badass is something wonderful, another thing I like. The plot is awesome, no a just pwp fic.    

→ *Seeking Comfort by ColdSerenity [you can find her in her Tumblr too]

Barry's life is changing as he finally starts college, but he still continues to harbor feelings for Iris. After meeting senior Leonard Snart who is in a similar situation, they begin to use one another for comfort. Unfortunately, things quickly turn very serious for Barry, and he is left to wonder where Len stands in this 'make believe' relationship.

Is the last, I promise!   Au, ya know, is the best. Plot, porn, otp = SUCH AMAZING. The characters are in character (lol) and the story is simple but nice, so nice, if you want something without angst but good to read, this is the option.  

→ Are We Dating? by Hermineuh [you can find her in her Tumblr or FanFiction too]

Dean is a cop who spent five years undercover in a notorious criminal organization. Now that his work is done, he must readjust to a civilian lifestyle, learn to say goodbye to loved ones and embrace what he left behind. And he tries. Oh, does he try hard! He wants to take his time, go at his own pace, but this damn blue-eyed guy keeps pushing him out of his comfort zone.

A no-ColdFlash fic, yeah!

I am in the Supernatural Fandom since 2 years but I never read this fic, and in Tumblr I found the drawings by vinnie-cha and with that the fic. Dean as a policeman falling with his psychiatrist it’s enough for me. Like, yeah! And both, story and art is so seriously great. I love it. And, well, I asked for the permission to translate it, if you want read it into Spanish you can do it here -> ¿Estamos Saliendo?

Well, from here they are crossovers.

→ *Emrys Ascending by tricksterity [you can find her in her Tumblr too]

In the depths of the Crystal of Neahtid, Merlin sees the resurrection of Lord Voldemort, an event that will tip the balance of the world so far out that only he has the power to intervene and set it right, or stop it from ever happening. For that, he'll have to pose as a student and attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The only problem is, he's been chosen instead of Cedric Diggory as a Triwizard Champion, and there's a recently reborn Arthur Pendragon in Gryffindor House.

JUST. LISTEN. READ. THIS.    

MERLIN BBC X HARRY POTTER. NOW READ IT.

It’s like, agh! In the years that I have been in the fandom [both] never search for something like this, but I do it and I love it. It’s a shame that there isn’t more material so good like this [or at least I haven’t searched well]. BAMF!Merlin is so…! I love him.     

→ 480 Days by wisepuma23

Merlin has long stopped questioning the sights of strange men and beasts, he only now---what do the youngsters call it these days?---he "rolls with it".

A multi-crossover of a lot of fandoms with Merlin. GREAT! And make me cry. BECAUSE MERLIN KEEP WAITING.  

→ Across the Universe by bettername2come  [you can find her in her Tumblr too]

Sam and Dean search out a way to re-open the portal to the alternate universe to save Mary. Good news: they find an alternate universe. Bad news: it's not the one they were looking for.

And, my head just wonder ‘The Flash-Supernatural crossover exists?’ and yeah, it does. This is so wonderful. And then, in my hype I ask for the permission for translate it and bettername2come said yes! If you want read it, you can do it here -> A través del Universo

→ The Triwizard Tournament featuring the Legends of Super Flarrow by StillNotGinger10 (lilshorty7923)

This year, Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament. This means that Barry and co. are in store for a lot of excitement, new adventures, and new students this year.

And this. THIS. The Flash was a really influential this year... I like Hogwarts au and I found this. It’s no really just one fic, is a series about Barry and his friends in Hogwarts [duh] when The Triwizard Tournament is carried out. And yes, is amazing. I like a lot and I waiting for more.

And that’s all. Just the best 10 for me. I hope real more fanfiction the next year and do this one more time.

The fics with the * is because I have the permission to translate them—I’m a such obsessive with that, idk, I like to share fics I like with people who can’t read them in their original language, and I also like to share incredible stories in another language so that more people know them.    

[unwiltingblossom]

Queen’s Favor (Mysme Jumin/MC AU 1/?)

Summary: Being a maid would be much easier if the cat would just let her do her job.

AU - Instead of joining the RFA via random text, MC is hired on as one of the maids assigned to Jumin Han’s penthouse. Nothing else about the setting has changed, the messenger and the RFA still exist, only the MC’s position has been altered.

She’ll have a name eventually because Emcee is not a name.

Chapter One

The bag of supplies dropped to the ground with a thud and immediately she winced.

The best part of landing a job as a ‘privately’ employed maid at a huge company building were the fancy rooms in it. Technically she was a contractor, but then again she still had a fleet of bosses who ordered her around as much as they were ordered around by their bosses, and it was way more complex than she wanted to think about.

But even though she’d been warned, she totally forgot the penthouse suite had actual marble floors. Sure, rich people liked to live extravagantly, but how annoying must it have been to have a floor that scratched and dented so easily?

She’d been warned that damage to the floors would require her to personally fix or pay to have fixed anything she caused. Or she’d be ejected from the best paying job she’d so much as seen lately, much less been interviewed for.

It didn’t look like any damage was done, though, so aside from a dirty look and a quick word of warning, her supervisor let it go. This time. Yeah, she needed to pay better attention.

But she’d also walked halfway up the damn building through the staircase until the elevator was actually empty enough for their equipment to fit in. Damn...penthouses and their damn...heights.

Whatever. She’d just have to get used to it now. Even though she was officially employed to keep the whole building clean, there were enough of them employed that they’d made it clear her actual job would pretty much just consist of maintaining the penthouse suite.

Shoving something that sounded like a coveted position off on a new hire meant one of a few things. The owner was some kind of super pervert - couldn’t be, since they were strictly required to not be in the suite when he was home - a super slob - it didn’t appear to be true just looking around from where she stood - or so particular that it would be super easy to get fired for minor offenses.

It was totally the last one. She could sense it.

The long list of assignments and special rules that her supervisor rattled off next to her pretty much confirmed that, too.

Well. She wouldn’t be intimidated. If it was easy to fail, then she’d just succeed instead. She’d be the best maid this place had ever had!

She took the time that her supervisor gave instructions to inspect the room from where she stood, identifying points of interest and trouble spots...and also admiring it. She had to suppress the urge to whistle. The whole building was pretty extravagant, but the penthouse was impressive even compared to that. It made her own apartment feel about like a broom closet.

Which wasn’t super far off from true, to be fair.

Her supervisor took a step and then suddenly turned around with...unusual urgency. The red hair kept in a high pony tail nearly smacked her in the face, how quickly the woman spun around. “Oh! Crap, this is your first day actually on the job, right?”

“Ah...yeah. I just got done with the training.” She’d been trained before and obviously she had experience, but they’d insisted on training her more. Just to make sure she didn’t break anything.

The woman glanced around the room briefly and then planted her hands on her hips. “Well it’s not in this room, I guess, but there’s a cat. Under no circumstances are you to touch it or shoo it or talk to it. Try not to look at it if you can help it.”

What.

Rich people could be touchy but...seriously? How was she supposed to not even look at a cat?

“Is that a joke?”

The woman laughed...but it was not a ‘ha ha I have a sense of humor’ laugh. No, that was definitely a ‘this is the crazy you signed up for applying for a job with rich people’ laugh. “...You probably can’t help looking at it sometimes. Just don’t stare too long. But it stays away from strangers for the most part so, if you see any cat toys or things...just leave them alone unless they’re in the middle of the floor and a trip hazard, alright? He’s very protective and particular about the cat. The last girl tripped over the cat when a spider spooked her and had to sit through three classes about the proper treatment of cats.”

Her supervisor slung the bag of supplies over her shoulder as she walked into another room. “And then she was fired!”

...Well.

At least it was easy to identify what to avoid if she wanted to keep the job.

She glanced down at the paper that had her assignments on it, and wandered to the bedroom.

She managed to stumble back out of the way just in time to avoid immediately stepping on the cat like the world’s biggest loser protagonist. It sprinted through the open door and jumped onto a nearby cat tree, trailing white fur through the air after it.

...Despite making her job harder simply by existing, the cat was actually pretty. It looked like one of those poster cats she’d seen on cans of cat food before (and this was the heir of some big business or two, right? Maybe the cat actually was one.). It must have thought itself safe sitting in the cat tree (even though she could have just reached out and grabbed it...) because instead of skittering off further like most of the shy cats she met, it just blinked at her.

And meowed.

She tapped her lips in a shushing motion. “You’ll cause a scandal if you talk to the help.”

And now that her heart wasn’t about to leap out of her mouth, she had a room to clean (and a cat not to talk to). She grit her teeth in concern as she stepped into the room. Bedrooms were second only to bathrooms as far as her least favorite rooms to clean were. Sometimes they were worse.

But actually...it didn’t look bad at all.

Apparently as uptight as he could be about his cat, it showed in his behavior around his house too. Even though the room was a bit of a mess, it  actually looked a bit like most of the mess was caused by the previously trapped cat. Maybe it’d be an easy job after all?

...

...It should have been.

The trouble was, every time she turned around, every time she tossed clothes or something, there that cat was. Right in her way, dodging her or her inadvertent attacks with an expression that could have been disdainful.

“...I thought Mary said you kept away from us, huh?”

It meowed at her again.

She huffed. There it stood. In her way. She had a handful of towels, and a big fluffy white cat stood in the middle of the doorway. Could she risk trying to step over her and tripping? She wasn’t allowed to shoo it.

Technically she wasn’t supposed to hold a staring contest either, but somehow she doubted “The cat trapped me in the room like a prisoner” would be an acceptable excuse for sitting down in the room and skipping work all day until it left.

It finally moved...but toward her.

“Agh--” She took a step backward, tripped over her own broom, and crashed to the ground. Backward. Not on the cat. See, she was the best damn maid--

The cat pounced onto her chest.

“Why?!” It wasn’t like she hated cats! She liked them, she’d hang out and pet alley cats until they got bored and wandered off to find food she didn’t have. She considered herself a cat whisperer, able to lure the shiest of cats out from under beds to get head pats. So it wasn’t like the cat just sensed her antipathy. But she also wasn’t trying to lure this cat out! At all!

Why was it determined to get her fired? Was this the true reason no one wanted the job?

The cat licked her nose.

She huffed at it, and its paw bopped her lips. Up close, she could read the little pink collar the cat wore through its white fluff.

“...Elizabeth?” It booped its nose on hers, and then flopped down on her chest like she was totally an appropriate cat bed. “Okay, hey. If I promise to give you a bit of attention will you let me do my work?”

The cat batted at the strands of hair that stirred over her shoulder when she spoke.

Well it was worth a try. At this point the situation couldn’t get much worse unless she stepped on it. And really, she could point out that Elizabeth stepped on her first.

The cat’s fur was the sort of soft that indicated her baths were probably more extravagant than just soap and water, and as expected, she immediately started to purr, bumping her head up against the reluctant petting hand.

“Okay. You’re cute. But if you get me fired we’re enemies for life.”

The cat nipped at her hand and in an attempt to playfully roll over and attack...fell off to the floor.

Much like a cat, she seized the opportunity to jump to her feet and sprint away from the feline. HAH! That’d show her--

She very nearly collided with her supervisor.

“Geez!” The woman stumbled back a step, expression turning from surprise to annoyance. “Are you just messing around? We’ve only got a two hours left before we’ve gotta be out of here!”

“Wha--no. I was just getting away from the cat!”

The woman gave her an unfairly skeptical look, then looked up and down her shirt. “Were you crawling under the bed? If you get that cat hair everywhere we’ve already cleaned we’re not gonna be able to finish.”

Uh.

She glanced down and sighed. Of course that shedding cat left fur all over her shirt.

“...No, I was...getting a lint roller!”

One appeared in front of her face. Her supervisor was a well prepared maid, apparently. “If you’re working around animals, always have one of these. Here. Next time get your own.”

“...Sorry.”

She spared the cat an annoyed look  when the woman turned and walked away.

It blinked innocently at her.

What a spoiled brat.

She was much more careful about trip hazards, and she might have intentionally splashed a little water around the (massive!!) bathroom to discourage the cat getting too close when she’d knelt down.

It followed her around doggedly. The cat would paw at her hand and try to pull it down for petting, and she’d carefully escape. The cat would chase after her and weave though legs meowing at her and she barely managed not to trip on it. In front of the supervisor. It wanted her dead, probably. Or it was just the most attention starved cat she’d ever met.

She hadn’t decided yet, but the close calls with breaking her neck and almost losing her job made her lean a little toward the former. Pretty, friendly cat. Pretty, friendly secretly evil cat.

Though, maybe she should have been more annoyed at whoever employed her? He might have been paying her (probably...?), but if it wasn’t for the weird rules, the affectionate cat would just be that. She’d dealt with affectionate cats plenty of times before, and they were minimally annoying, because they went on their own way after getting a bit of attention or gently shooed.

...being annoyed with the one giving her money probably wasn’t a good life plan.

Well!

She did pretty well for the rest of her time. No falling over. Minimal chit-chat with the cat. She almost made it the entire way before she got trapped again. In. a closet.

It felt like a room, it was big enough to be what passed for her living room, but it had only one exit. The cat blocked it.

Its blue eyes gleamed.

This was a plot. She’d fallen into a trap set by a cat of all things.

“...Oh alright already!” She  tossed her hands into the air and then crouched down to her knees. She’d gotten everything done, there was still time before the owner of the house appeared so she could still rescue herself...and there were no cameras in the closet. Probably.

She couldn’t be fired for petting a cat in a closet. As weird as that concept seemed.

The cat hesitated a moment, looking over its shoulder.

...Was it seriously going to lose interest in her after harassing her all day? Did all she need do was show interest?!

It mrreowed, and then trotted over to her, propping its two front paws onto her knees. So it could properly mew in her face.

“You really like conversation, don’t you?” Okay. Maybe signalling a truce with it would help her work in the future. Every day being like this would be pretty hellish.

Indeed, it seemed like a very affectionate cat, despite what the supervisor said. It purred, it rubbed its head against her cheek, and it was determined to attack the ties on her apron until they submitted.

When not trying to kill her, the cat was pretty cute.

She laughed as the cat chased around her fingers and pounced a feather duster. She nearly tumbled over when the cat pounced her face like the secret killer it truly was, and she might have lost track of time. A little.

She’d been giving the demanding cat an umpteenth belly rub when the closet door jerked open all at once.

“...Oh.”

Shit.

That sure wasn’t her supervisor staring down at her with a disturbingly blank expression.

[canaryatlaw]

Alright, so today was interesting. I feel like I should be more tired than I am, all things considering, because I woke up at 5:30 and could not fall back asleep for my life because the rain/snow was falling on the roof right outside my room and it was loud as hell. So I tried to fall back asleep for a while, and when I checked my phone it was 8:30 which surprised me because I didn't think it had been THAT long. But I figured I probably wasn't gonna get any more sleep so I got up and had some cocoa krispies for breakfast and just generally hung out. It was a snow day so everyone was home for the day. We didn't actually get that much snow, only about 3 inches, but everyone was already battering down the hatches because of the forecast so nobody had anywhere to go. They're all saying now that the rain and such is gonna freeze overnight and make the road icy tomorrow, but they were probably (hopefully) salting them all day so that won't happen. Sigh. At least NY actually knows how to deal with snow, unlike some other states I know....lol. My mom had mentioned the other day that my younger brother wanted me to make oatmeal raisin cookies which I'm also rather fond of, so I found a recipe I liked and started making those, which came out quite good. I decided I would work on my trial ad for a bit, so I wrote my direct and cross, which thankfully didn't take too long. Easy enough problem at least. Hung out for a bit more, then finished the wolf of Wall Street with my sister, which I still found to be a gross and boring movie. We made some brownies quickly and then I went to dye my hair since its way overdue, only to find out my mom threw out my hair dyeing supplies.....I wasn't very pleased about this, but I guess I'll just have to go to Sally's tomorrow and get some more. Oh well. My brother and dad then convinced me to watch the first episode of the new season of Sherlock with them. They see the show of course from an outside perspective, untainted by all the crazy fangirls and other crap surrounding it, so they just think it's great lol. Admittedly it was pretty interesting, I've only loosely been following it up to this point but I have been curious as to what they're up to with Moriarty. Guess we'll have to see. I then made a cheese sauce for the Mac and cheese we were having for dinner, which didn't turn out quite as well as I'd hoped, but it was still good. Then I sat around for a bit more until the flash came on, which I watched most of with my dad and some with my mom as well, since my dad has been watching the show but hadn't seen any of this season yet, so I had to catch him up, but then he had to take a phone call halfway through and that was that. I thought it was a good episode, kind of depressing in many ways but still good. LEN. AGH. I know he's not *real* and is just a projection of the speed force, but just hearing his drawl again and everything got me so fucking amped to see real him on legends next week. Like so fucking excited. And EDDIE. Aw. Poor Eddie. When he showed up my dad asked if Barry was going to save him too, and I had to explain he wasn't actually there to save 😭 very sad. Glad they got Wally back though. And I kind of loved Jesse standing up to Savitar and basically kicking his ass, though I'm sad they now basically wrote her off for the time being at least. And that ending....BARRY. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SCREW UP ALL THE GOOD THINGS IN YOUR LIFE. LITERALLY ALL OF THEM. Ugh. Like I'm sure they will get back together soon enough, but it's still frustrating. And then it was time for legends! Another really solid episode IMO, I really enjoyed it. I so loved Sara taking charge at every turn and clearly being so much better at it than Rip, which he then acknowledges and forever concedes the position to her which is amazing because I don't think anybody actually wants Rip to be captain again. Though he really doesn't have a purpose now?? Like what, is he just gonna carry a gun? I guess they'll figure something out, but still. Also, where in the timeline did Rip supposedly go back and give the pieces of the spear to the JSA? It had to be after the legends met up with the JSA because they all remembered the legends, but that was after Rip time scattered everyone and presumably became Phil. So??? Doesn't make any sense *sigh* what else is knew. The actual plot was interesting, of course there's no scientific basis for Thawne not having super speed in space, but it's not like that's ever stopped them before. I loved Ray's little I'm stranded on the moon vlog featuring Thawne just because of the posts on here about the legion doing a web show lol. Too good. The stuff with Henry and Nate was so sad, I was legit crying by the end when Nate was talking to his dad as a child, like there was so much well-played emotion there, major props to the actors. Of course it was sad Henry had to sacrifice himself, but I suppose it made sense with the plot. And now Amaya knows the future, which could screw things up for Mari. But yeah, overall I really liked it. And that's about it for today, and I should be getting to bed now, so I'm gonna do that. Goodnight my dears. Be safe.

[genehackmon]

Tamersona Week 2017 Day 2: Memorable Evolutions

Ahhh I’m a day late for Tamersona Week!! Had a super busy Thursday at work… anyways here’s the story of Buns the Terriermon’s first digivolution with Jules. Here we go!

This is the 2nd entry for Tamersona Week 2017. The read the first part of my story, go here. 

Prompt 2: Memorable Evolutions (Feb 16th, 2017)

“What do you mean ‘other people like me’?” Jules questioned the strange woman defensively.

Himekawa chuckled, “You know what I mean. Others with Digimon. Tamers. Did you really think you and your Terriermon were alone?”

“Buns is my friend. I’m not his… ‘Tamer’.” Jules retorted. “He’s anything but tame.”

Just then, a giggling furball with long, fluffy ears bounced down from the third floor window of Jule’s apartment, landing right on his head. Jules was immediately annoyed.

“Aww so nice to get that confirmation!” exclaimed Buns. “I see you’re in a nice mood today,” He continued, sarcastically.

“Buns, I told you to stay inside! What if someone saw that?!” Jules scolded.

“Someone did see that,” Buns playfully countered.

Himekawa laughed, amused. “I already told you, I know all about your Digimon. Not to mention the Digital World and all the times you’ve observed digital anomalies.”

“Okay, what do you want, anyway?” Jules snapped. Himekawa’s tone and accent was sounding irritatingly condescending to him.

“Like I said, I’d like to offer you a chance to meet others like you,” she replied, matter-of-factly. She took another observant look at Jules and Buns. “I think a bit of group therapy would be good for you two.”

“Not interested,” Jules responded definitively.

“Wait, Jules - ,” said Buns.

“No,” Jules cut him off. He glared at Himekawa. “You leave us alone.”

Himekawa sighed.

Jules turned away and started walking towards his door. “And in case you get any bright ideas, you better think twice about stalking Buns or me,” he threatened. “Since you seem to know-it-all, remember where I work; I have connections.”

Himekawa exhaled in disappointment. “That’s too bad,” she muttered under her breath, “so do I.”

As Jules turned the knob on his apartment door, a thundering, deafening sound threw him back. He stumbled and felt the ground beneath him shake, like an earthquake. Car alarms around the streets began blaring. He reeled back and looked behind him - a few blocks down, he saw rising. He smelled sulfur. An explosion.

“What the hell?!” Jules screamed.

Buns jumped off of Jules’ head and started running towards the scene, full of determination. “Jules, let’s go!”

“Wait! Buns!” Jules chased after him.

Himekawa watched them rush off, and smiled.

The smoke was coming from the Chinatown district not too far from Jules’ apartment. Normally, a bit of smoke this time of year coming from there wouldn’t make anyone think twice, since it was Lunar New Year season and firecrackers were always going off. But this smoke was thick and dark - and that shocking sound - something was definitely wrong.

The road down to the district was all steeply downhill - typical San Francisco. Jules almost tripped and fell a bunch of times running as fast as he could, trying to catch up to Buns. The little Terriermon was speedy, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, gliding with his big ears. They were getting really close to the source of the smoke. Jules breathed in a lung full and coughed. He turned a corner, following Buns, and saw that Buns had suddenly stopped.

The street was littered with confetti from recent festivities, but miracuously there was not a single soul outside on what is normally a lively intersection. A few broken electrical lines hanged down across from the orientally stylished street lamps, still sparking. The fog was dense, even for San Francisco standards, and Jules could barely see Buns in front of him. What he did see was sharp cracks and tears in the pavement around him. “Buns! Get back here!” he called out.

Buns wasn’t responding. Instead, Jules heard a low, dark growl that seemed to come from all directions. Then, in an instant, a massive clawed appendage whipped out from behind the fog. Before he knew it, Jules was on his back - Buns had jumped towards him and tackled him to the ground, narrowing escaping the strike of the appendage above them.

Buns quickly stood back up, braced, ready to defend. A grotesque figure began to take shape from behind the fog as it approached. As the haze peeled back, Jules saw a giant, sharp clawed and toothed mollusk. It shrieked defiantly.

“What the f - ,” Jules excalimed, “Are you serious?! A giant tentacle monster?! What is happening?!” Something in his pocket buzzed and beeped urgently. He reached in - it was his Digivice. He didn’t even remember he had it with him - he pulled it out quickly. “GESOMON,” it flashesd on the screen.

Before Jules could react, Gesomon roared, and Buns launched himself head-first at the monster. The little Terriermon’s tackle was suprisingly powerful for his size, and Gesomon reeled back, stunned.

Gesomon retaliated, bringing down its heavy tentacles, whipping them out to bludgeon Buns. “Coral Crusher!” It growled, as its claw flew at Buns and pulverized nearby buildings.

Despite the barrage, Buns was fast. Closely dodging one strike after another, he bounced from surface to surface. Midair in one of his jumps, he let out a cry, “Bunny Blast!” An energy ball of blue blaze shot out from Buns’ mouth and nailed the Gesomon right in the center, exploding in a loud crack. Just like the little bunny’s tackle, the projectile packed a bunch, and sent the massive squid lurching backwards.

Jules could feel the rage brewing from Gesomon. It started to move its bukly head towards Jules’ direction - no doubt, it had found an easier target. “Deadly Shade!” it shrieked, as it opened its gaping maw and fired stream of black mist towards Jules.

Jules thought he was about to see his last moment, but Buns leaped inbetween Jules and Gesomon, taking the full brundt of Gesomon’s attack, then collapsed.

“Buns! No!” Jules screamed in horror. Buns laid motionless in front of him. Jules rushed to Buns. “Buns! No! No! No! Answer me!! Buns!” he cried. Gesomon approached, its tentacles slowly surrounding Jules and Buns. Jules didn’t care. “Buns, please! You have to wake up! Damn it!” he pleaded, “I can’t lose you, I won’t lose you, not again!”

A tiny soft stirring - Buns slowly turned his face up from the ground, speaking weakly, “Jeez, Jules. Always so dramatic,” he teased with what energy he had left.

Gesomon wound back, and lashed. “Coral Crusher!” Came the call.

“This is it,” thought Jules. But he didn’t care, he heard Buns’ voice again, and that was enough. “Stupid me,” he thought to himself, “why did I let us go this far.”

But the Gesomon’s claws didn’t come crashing down. Instead, a bright light erupted from where Jules was kneeling, and before his eyes, where Buns was laying, was another large figure. This one was plump, long-eared, and wearing moss green cargo pants.

“B-Buns?!” Jules yelled in confusion.

“Whoa! Hey Jules! I feel awesome!” came Buns’ voice from the large figure. “Look at me!”

“Holy crap!” Jules exclaimed, “You - you got guns now!”

Buns, now BlackGargomon, smirked and jumped into action. “Bunny Pummel!” he screamed, and decked Gesomon across the jaw with his heavy slug of a gatling arm, sending the mosnter flying down the street like a ragdoll. Jules was flabergasted, speechless.

Before Jules could say anything, Buns quickly scooped up Jules with his other arm and placed him on the back of his furry shoulder. “Hang on tight!” Buns yelled. Jules gulped and clenched onto Buns’ oversized bandolier.

Buns leaped towards the wreckage of where Gesomon landed with amazing strength. The monster was smacked down the whole length of the road, ending at the pier near the water of San Francisco Bay. The pulsating mass was righting itself and shrieking in anger. Buns streched out and opened his long, wide ears, stopping in midair like a parachute. Jules almost puked from the recoil. Buns stretched his arms forward, and the heavy revolvers began to click. He smirked. “Gargo Pellets!” A barrage of energy shots showered down onto Gesomon as the monster shrieked in pain and collapsed into the water below the pier.

Buns landed himself right on the shore, with Jules still hanging on for dear life. “Hell yeah!” Buns yelled in delight. “Jules did you see that?! We kicked ass!!”

Jules was still trying to control his stomach from jumping out of his mouth. He just panted and wheezed in response. Buns kept laughing. Trying to catch his breath, Jules replied, “H-How… What… I mean… “

“A ‘good job!’ would suffice,” Buns clicked and rotated his new guns, amusing himself.

“Ah! We gotta get you back to normal - before people start showing up!” Jules looked around frantically. Strangely there was still not a soul in sight on a San Francisco evening. “Buns! Turn smaller - uh, do you know how to turn back?”

Buns pouted, “Turn back? I don’t even know how I turned into this!”

“Agh! This is bad!” Jules groaned in frustration.

“Relax, Jules! Enjoy the moment, will ya? C’mon, tell me that wasn’t just amazing just now!” Buns kept laughing, paying no mind to Jules’ conundrum.

Scratching his head and ignoring Buns’ celebration, Jules saw a stir in the water. A bath of bubbles began to rise.

“H-Hey, Buns? Buns! Look there!” Jules tugged at his large friend, “Did you see that just now?”

“Wha?” Buns turned to face the water.

The bubbles continued to brew more intensely. Jules’ Digivice started to beep urgently again. “Oh God,” Jules quickly pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. “MARINEDEVIMON,” it flashed.

“Oh, what the hell is a Mari - “ Jules exclaimed, as a column of water erupted from the sea in front of him and Buns and a creature more massive than the Gesomon they had just faced towered before them. The terrifying, demonic monstrosity shrieked vehemently with a cacophony of sound as if it had a thousand voices, and it snatched up Jules and Buns with meancing arms that made Gesomon’s appendages look like flimsy strings. Jules and Buns screamed.

“What kind of crap horror movie is this?! Does this never end?!” screamed Jules. As MarineDevimon violently pulled Jules and Buns off the shore, a streak of blue light cut across the water like lightning.

“River of Power!” Jules heard a mighty roar as the crackling beam sliced through MarineDevimon’s body. He felt the grip around him loosen, and suddenly he was free falling towards the ocean below.

As he fell, he saw the mass that was MarineDevimon crumbling, disintegrating into a million specks of dust. The debris was floating up towards the sky, as if being pulled up, towards something casting a long shadow. He hit the water - the impact was numbing - and he started to lose consciousness as he sank below the tide.

What’s the deal with all these tentacles?! Can Buns turn back to normal?! Why didn’t Jules and Buns get some takeout while they were in Chinatown?!?!? Who knows?! We’ll just have to find out next time on Tamersona Day 3: Digital Devices!