#sorry for posting another silly but these shots formatted well in a post too i think...

[filurig]

folke cutting arvo's hair, from the pmv (arvo shaved momence)

[starrayblogs]

Hey hey, first off, very excited to see someone writing for Aphmau characters!! It’s been a while since I watched my street but I will never forget how upset I was when Laurence disappeared (Goodnight sweet Prince)

As for fanfic request stuff, could you do a friends to lovers with a reader who’s super confident in everything except love? Like, knows they’re cool and look good but they’ve never really been confessed to, just something real fluffy. Not necessarily shy just not willing to risk confessing even if they know the other person feels the same (preferably fem reader)

For the character(s), if you take requests for multiple people then Cole Ninjago and Laurence MyStreet (separate) and if not then just Laurence will do :))

Any format works too, headcanons, one shot, go wild

thanks so much for the ask! this is such an interesting scenario and i had a loooooong time writing this ehe TuT

however, since the characters you requested are from different fandoms- i think i'll write the other pairing on a different post (hope u understand TmT) . also i'm soooo sorry in advance if laurence is ooc, i haven't really thought about him in a while...

anyway, likes and reblogs are appreciated! i hope you enjoy ✩

pairing: mystreet laurance x fem!reader

will include: fluff, friends to lovers

"You know what's the craziest part in all this?" Katelyn points out, drawing a circle with her index toward you.

"What?" You raise a brow, placing your hands on top of each other on your crossed leg.

"That I still don't get how you haven't confessed to Laurence." She answers quickly, and you react by immediately uncrossing your legs and throwing your hands in the air.

"It's not that easy!" You exclaim.

"How? You're the most confident person ever!" Aphmau points out from her side of the couch. "Second to Laurence, of course." She adds, which receives a collective 'yeah's and 'that's true's from the other girls.

You sigh as you slump in your chair.

It's another girls night, which means another night for updates on your crush on your close friend, Laurence. Only the girls, who are Aphmau, Katelyn, Kawaii~Chan, and Lucinda, know your crush on him.

"Seriously, you're so confident when it comes to other guys. I never thought I'd see Travis of all guys stutter when you flirted with him for a dare." Lucinda chuckles from the other end of Aphmau's couch, swirling her glass of juice.

"Because, Laurence is different..." You pause for a second before sighing again and combing a hand through your hair. "I've never felt this type of connection with anyone else, and I'm scared that if I do confess, it'll ruin the friendship I have with him." You frown as you intertwine your hands together. "I don't wanna lose him if it ends out like that."

"What happened to "don't be afraid to try new things" because you said being confident is all about being secure with yourself enough that new things don't scare you as much?" Katelyn asks, bending at the waist and propping her elbows on her thighs.

"I agree! You always say that and that's how you helped Kawaii~Chan start her maid cafe!" Kawaii~Chan smiles at you. You spare a smile before looking down to your fiddling hands again.

"Love is an entirely different department of confidence. My past relationships didn't end well, and," You bite your lip for a second, "I'm scared." Your eyes glance up to look around the room, which was filled with surprised faces from your girl friends. "I'm scared that if Laurence and I do become a... thing, that the universe is going to wreck it somehow and he'll cut me out of his life." You confess.

Aphmau gets up from her seat and ushers Lucinda to scooch to the other side before taking her seat. She places her hands on top of yours and your head moves up to meet her eyes. Her lips curl into a smile as her hand squeezes yours, giving your reassurance not only with her gaze.

"You're not going to lose him. I know Laurence is a relatively silly guy, but when it's something serious, he doesn't play around." She says softly. "He's a mature guy when he needs to be, and I can never imagine him actually hurting any woman's feelings on purpose." She adds with a light chuckle before exhaling deeply. "Otherwise, if he did, I'd have his head by now."

You comically blink at her last sentence before breaking into a laugh. The weight of the situation gets lighter, even for just this moment, and you give Aphmau a smile. "Thanks, Aph." You nod in her direction. "Thanks for being so supportive about this, girls." You turn to the other three in the living room.

"Of course, no problem!" "No biggie." "Kawaii~Chan can't wait for her ship to sail!"

Everyone turns to Kawaii~Chan with concerned looks, which she replies with a shrug. "What? Kawaii~Chan thinks they're end game!" She exclaims nonchalantly. Your cheeks flush as you try to change the topic for the night.

It was pouring down heavily today. You were outside early before the sun came up for a quick jog around the town, as you usually did. However, on your way back, you felt droplets of rain fall down on you and dismissed it for a light shower.

Now, you're stuck under a random bus stop. Turns out, you were jogging on a completely different street on the way back home. You guess you absentmindedly took one wrong turn on the way back, too busy listening to your music.

You were pretty soaked in your attire and you were started to get cold. Your phone dinged in your pocket and you brought it out, curling your hand across the top of the screen to stop the rain from straying onto your phone.

It was Laurence. He texted asking you how you were against the rain, and followed it with a picture of a flooded basement. He said his room got flooded and you snickered, typing a reply back on how only he would get stuck in a situation like that.

He replies with a few laughing emojis and you think for a while before opening your camera, taking a selfie of yourself. Your hair was wet and clinging to your skin, your clothes were also wet (even your socks), and you were pretty sure you would get sick after this.

You sent the selfie to Laurence, telling him how you're stuck outside in the rain while you were in the middle of jogging back home. He didn't reply after that and you thought it up to how he had his own problems to handle, which was his flooded basement.

You hugged yourself as you sat inside the bus stop, hoping the rain would stop. You didn't want to risk jogging back home either because you were on a street you didn't know and you were pretty sure you'd get even more lost in such weather.

You don't know how long you waited but it felt like hours.

Then, you heard your name in the distance. You turned to the direction of the voice and saw a figure far away. You squinted your eyes to get a good look on who it was, and you gasped.

It was Laurence. Running in your direction and holding up an umbrella above his head.

You can't explain how relieved you were to see him. You watched as he ran up to you and as he panted for a few minutes to catch his breath. You hoped he thought that your red cheeks were some indication of a starting fever, instead of you blushing because he was here.

"Laurence?" You whisper his name and he inhales deeply, pushing himself up from his knees.

"Are you okay!?" He exclaims, stepping closer inside the bus stop to you. "Oh my Irene, I'm so glad I found you. Come on, let's get you home." He offers his hand out and you slowly reach out for it.

Once your hand was in his, he gripped you tightly and pulled you under the umbrella. "How'd you find me?" You ask softly as you begin to follow Laurence's lead.

"Your selfie showed the bus stop map. I just had to zoom in to see which one you were at, and I came running to find you." Laurence says, like it was no big deal. Yet, you could hear your heart beating loudly in your ears as your cheeks grow redder.

"... Thank you, Laurence." You say softly, smiling towards him. He glances his eyes to you, and he smiles back.

"Don't mention it." He replies, and you almost just notice how he squeezes your hand just a bit tighter.

Laurence led you back to your house in gentleman-like fashion. You were screaming in your head the whole time the way back, but deep down you were happy. Extremely happy.

On the way home, Laurence explained that Zane somehow managed to drain the water from the basement and that's when he immediately left the house to get you.

You felt so cared for. On the way home, you would look down and stare at your intertwined hands. You couldn't believe someone would go out in the windy, strong rain just to fetch you and bring you home- and you couldn't believe it more when you remember it's Laurence who did that.

... You're almost brought to tears when you remind yourself that he's doing all of this as your friend as you come down the stairs.

When you don't notice Laurence in the living room, those thoughts are immediately reinforced. Of course, he did his job in bringing you back to your house, so what other reason would he have to stay?

"You done showering? I made some chicken soup!" A familiar voice yells from the kitchen. You hurriedly make your way there in disbelief, to see Laurence about to carry two hot bowls of soup.

"Laurence," you pause, "you're still here." You sound like you're out of breath.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Laurence comes up to you with a sided smile, nodding his head to your dining table to indicate to take a seat. "Someone's gotta take care of you once you inevitably get a fever after being out in the rain for so long." He subtle scolds you and you pout.

"I thought I could wait it out..." You murmur, taking your seat.

"Yeah, for a day, sure." He sets your bowl down in front of you before taking a seat next to you, while pressing the back of his palm on your forehead.

You quickly pull away to look down to your bowl and immediately pick up the spoon. So, you could hide your blush (obviously). "I don't have a fever, Laurence." You tell him, taking a scoop of the soup and bringing it to your lips.

Only, of course, to burn your tongue and slam the spoon back down on the table. "Hey, hey, slow down!" Laurence gets up from his seat to quickly pour you some water. "Are you okay?" He asks while you basically chug the water.

You nod your head while drinking before setting the glass down. "Uh, thank you... again." You avert your eyes nervously.

"Are you sure you don't have a fever?" He raises a brow as he returns to his chair.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah, I'm sure." You slide a hand behind your neck out of habit.

Laurence's eyes furrow and he leans in towards you. "You're lying."

"What?"

"You're lying?"

"No, I'm not." You chuckle.

"Yes, you are. You put your hand behind your neck when you lie." He states, like a matter of fact.

You blink at him with awe and disbelief. He notices the small stuff about you too.

Your mind passes to the thoughts of your feelings towards the brunette. The fact he ran in the middle of practically a storm today just to get you, the fact he remembered your small habits, and the fact that he's here. He's here and he's taking care of you.

It makes you feel warmer than the soup he made. He's always made you feel like. It's like a cozy fireplace whenever you're next to him, like you're rocking on a chair with a knitted wool blanket while holding your favorite drink.

You're at the height of your emotions and it overtakes your rationality. You inhale and blurt,

"Laurence, I like you." He blinks at your words. You clear your throat and look down, intertwining your hands to keep them busy. "I've liked you for a while, actually. A few months after we met, I developed feelings for you. I... I never told you because I was scared of losing you." You close your eyes when you feel the tears begin to well in your eyes. "I know how dumb it sounds especially because of how confident I am, but when it comes to you, I am so scared because the bond we have is so special to me a-"

You were cut off by a kiss. You open your tear-filled eyes and see Laurence's face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his cheeks were slightly tinted if you paid enough attention, and you did. He pulls away.

Apparently, he had lifted your head with his hands on your cheek and pulled you in for a cheek. "I..." He smiles as his thumb wipes the tears away from your cheek. "I like you too. For a while, now." He confesses softly. "You caught my eye the day Aphmau introduced you to us because you were so confident with yourself." He glances down to your lips before looking at you again. "At first, it was because you were beautiful," he pauses, "I still do."

You chuckle and he does too, before pulling your focus back on him.

"Then as we got closer, I thought about how much I wanted to keep seeing you... be confident." He says. "And wanted to be the one that makes you confident too." He adds, nodding his head to the side. "Of course, only if you'd let me."

You sniffle and nod your head frantically. You laugh lightly as you begin to chuckle. "Yes!" You whisper. "Yes, Laurence, I-"

He cuts you off with another kiss. Only this time, you kiss him back.

[hollow-keys]

For the Doctor Who Asks: 2.0 game- All of the questions! (Or all of the ones that you feel like answering.)

Okay, alright!

1. Why do you love Doctor Who so much?

I'm a big fan of sci-fi in general honestly and always have been, especially if it has a lot of media to pick and choose from and lore to sink my teeth into. Doctor Who is specifically very interesting as a time travel show with a rotating cast and media in several different formats which lends itself to perpetual change and creativity and you can revisit prior eras without derailing the current one.

2. Which Doctor would you most want to travel with?

Two or Three. It's no secret that I love Two, Jamie and Zoe so it is ofc a dream to hang out with my faves. Three is kind and considerate of his companions but he's also the realest when people cross him so I think he'd be nice without being Too Nice yk. I made a joke post about this, but he wouldn't beg the Master to regenerate after tormenting his friends and the entire planet for a year (looking at you, Ten).

3. Which Doctor and Companions would be your perfect Tardis team?

My fave canon team is Two, Jamie and Zoe (Though Five, Tegan and Turlough is also great) but a non canon team? Uhhh. Two, Jamie and Tegan could be fun because she's a strong personality like Zoe but also a layperson like Jamie. I've already said Jamie and Leela in another post (sensing a pattern but he is my guy), Bill could be great on pretty much any team as a true everyperson because she truly is just Normal. Like, the other TARDIS team members are arguing and she just says something that seems obvious in retrospect but nobody else thought of. She can just cut through bullshit frfr.

4. Would you rather hang out with Jamie Mccrimmon or Sarah Jane Smith?

Jamie. Sorry Sarah Jane but he's my guy.

5. Classic Who or New Who?

Classic. NuWho takes itself so seriously sometimes like it's trying too hard to be Mature™ and distance itself from the "silly show for nerds" reputation the Classic series got. I appreciate the budget and the added emphasis on emotional arcs but watching the Doctor go through the same character arc again and again and make a speech about how much murder they've done and how ~morally ambiguous~ they are at least once per season is tiring. This is why later One era, Two, Three and Early Four is peak Doctor Who to me. They're just a bit of a tetchy guy travelling the universe and helping people.

6. Would you rather be a Dalek or a Cyberman?

Would I rather be shot or shot? Hmm. If I choose Cybermen can I be one of the good ones like Bill?

7. What's your favourite story from each Doctor 1-15

Okay, That's tough so I'll give a maximum of 3 per Doctor.

One: Planet of the Giants, The Celestial Toymaker and The War Machines

Two: The Evil of the Daleks, The Mind Robber and The War Games

Three: The Mind of Evil, Day of the Daleks and The Three Doctors

Four: The Arc in Space, The Sun Makers, and State of Decay

Five: Castrovalva, Earthshock and Frontios.

Currently on Six's era and not familiar with Seven or Eight.

I don't remember most of NuWho well enough to comment rn (planning on a rewatch once I'm done with Classic) but for Tenteen (who shouldn't be a separate Doctor to Ten but whatever) it's obviously Wild Blue Yonder and 15 only has two stories which are both kinda mid.

8. Do you think any creatures have been overused? If so, which ones?

Yes. Daleks, Cybermen and to a lesser extent, the Master. The Daleks are a one trick pony, and their one trick can be done better by other villains. The Cybermen are interesting but aren't always utilised effectively/are overused. The Master is more versatile as a three dimensional character and a Time Lord who can regenerate and therefore, change personality but is still sometimes overrelied on where re/introducing other three dimensional villains would have more variety.

9. Who is your favourite Doctor Who writer?

Umm, I don't really have favourite writers? I have stories I enjoy but I don't really have a specific writer where I'm like "This guy gets it!"

10. What is your favourite piece of music from Doctor Who?

And if I say the theme tune is that a cop out? It's just so good.

11-15. Are about Torchwood and Sarah Jane Adventures and I've never watched Torchwood and can't remember enough about SJA.

Thanks for asking!

[futurequeenofravka]

Good Enough - Sirius x Reader

Summary:

After a spat with a Slytherin girl in your year, you’ve start to doubt your relationship with Sirius Black. While you are wildly in love with him, you start to question why he chose you, a “mudblood.”

Warnings: None, I don’t think? Just a little angsty!

A/N: this is my first piece! it’s a lil test of a fic I’d like to write eventually, and it was prompted by mmfd so I decided to tweak the dialogue from the show a little to make it wizarding world esque hahah. But I hope you enjoy! thank you so much for reading, this is the first time I’ve ever shared my creative writing online so please let me know what you think (also please send requests)! Also sorry if the formatting looks a lil weird, posting this from my phone made it kinda wonky.

Word count: 2.2k-ish words.

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Pst. Psssst.

Sirius’s whisper grew louder until I looked over my shoulder to where he and James were sitting a few desks back from Lily and I. He tried to silently mouth a question as Professor Binns droned on about last night’s reading. James and Lily quietly laughed as they watched Sirius try to repeat himself a number of times before ultimately giving up. I shot him an apologetic look for my lip reading skills, or I guess lack thereof, as I watched him rip up a piece of parchment and scribble down a message. He waited for a spare moment in which Binns had his back turned to the class to write something on the chalkboard and then tossed the crumpled up piece of paper at me.

“What’s it say?” Lily asked as I unfolded the piece of parchment that Sirius had thrown my way.

“Blimey is he fucking annoying.” I said letting out a small laugh as I read the note.

“Well?” She leaned in closer trying to read the note from over my shoulder.

I slid the parchment across our shared desk so that she could read the message as well. Hi. I just wanted to say you look beautiful today. Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at 7? Lily sarcastically groaned as she slid the note back over to me and we pretended to go back to our class work. I turned back around to see Sirius intently waiting for my answer, I rolled my eyes at the silly gesture but smiled as I gave him a small nod to confirm our meeting later.

“You two are so sickly sweet sometimes, honestly I think I might have a toothache.” She said loud enough to provoke a laugh from James who eyed her from a few desks over.

“Beats the headache I get from watching you and Potter dodge your feelings for each other.” I retorted, quietly laughing as I tried to refocus my attention back to my textbook.

After class had ended I said bye to Lily as I made my way to the library to study for my potions exam. Sirius had already promised James that he’d come watch the Gryffindors practice for the upcoming Quidditch match so I’d have to study alone today, which I didn’t particularly mind because usually with Sirius around I hardly got any studying done. He pressed a kiss on my temple before we parted ways. When I got to the library I took a seat in the corner as usual and began to sprawl my textbooks across the table.

In the midst of studying I heard giggles from a herd of girls a few tables over. Looking over I met eyes with Ianthe, a Slytherin also in sixth year, who was sitting alongside Sirius’s cousins Bellatrix and Narcissa. Though I had never spoken more than a few words to either of them, I knew I was not favored in the Black household. If anything, they probably hated me; although Sirius would never burden me with that confirmation, I knew how his family felt about me and “my kind.”

Being muggle born was still a rarity at Hogwarts, and one that pureblood families often had strong feelings against. Lily and I became fast friends because of this. Being two of the only Muggle born students at Hogwarts made fitting in quite hard sometimes. There were often things that we didn’t understand or we lost on. We relied on Marlene, Alice, and Dorcas a lot for explanations and now as of recently on the “Marauders,” as they called themselves, as well. But it was comforting to have Lily around, to have someone who understood experiences unique to us. Someone who understood what it felt like to miss basic muggle things while away at school, like televisions or even just pens.

I rolled my eyes at the giggling girls and went back to reading the next chapter in my textbook. Several minutes passed before my studying was interrupted again, this time I looked up to see the three slender girls approaching my table, a wicked grin plastered across each of their faces as they surrounded my table.

“Can I help you?” I breathed looking up from my book.

“Yes actually. Would you mind backing off of Sirius?” Ianthe mused as she flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Excuse me?” I asked, Bellatrix laughed at my response, a cackle echoing across the room.

“I thought dating you would just be his latest phase but it’s been almost 6 months. I expected that he’d come crawling back to me by now but you seem to be standing in my way.” Ianthe ran her fingers over my notes and shuffled my things around as she spoke.

“In your way of what? Stealing my boyfriend?”

“Precisely.” Narcissa chimed in from behind the blonde haired girl.

“Honestly, Y/N. It’s kind of pathetic how you constantly follow Sirius around like a puppy dog. One day I’m sure he’ll bore of having a little pet mudblood and finally come back to his senses.” Bellatrix said, her tone was cold and cruel as she knocked over a few of my things and proceeded with a sarcastic oops.

“I mean our families have been practically planning our wedding since before we were even born.” Ianthe said trying to refocus my attention back on her.

“Shove off, the lot of you.” I said trying to ignore anymore of their remarks.

“Feisty today aren’t we, Y/N. I would’ve never expected such boldness from a filthy little mud blood.” Bellatrix said cackling again.

“Just leave me alone please.” My voice strained this time.

“You really do ruin all the fun, don’t you, Y/L/N? But before we go, I just have to ask, dear. Does our darling Padfoot still like to have his neck kissed? You know, just above that mole.” Ianthe tapped her finger to the side of her neck.

“You’re all sick.”

“Maybe but at least we don’t have dirty blood.”

My heart beat fast as I picked up my belongings from off the ground, desperately trying to get out of the library as quickly as possible. I ran through the corridors back toward Gryffindor tower, tears welling up in my eyes and slowly beginning to fall despite my best efforts to hold them back. I ran past the other students and back to my dormitory praying that it would actually be empty for once. It was not. Lily was sat on her bed reading a book when she looked up to see me tears running down my face while I tried to keep a cool demeanor. Her face cloaked in worry as she asked if I was okay, her words triggered a visceral reaction as I finally let myself break down in tears. She came over to me and brought me back to her bed and hugged me for a moment, stroking my back waiting until I was ready to speak.

After my sobs and sniffles had mostly come to a stop I recounted the entirety of what had happened in the library. Sharing the words exchanged between me and the three Slytherin girls and the doubt that now seeped into my mind. Lily fumed, her anger rising as she listened to me talk about what had happened.

“Y/N, you don’t actually believe that do you?” She asked, her face still cloaked with worry.

“I mean why shouldn’t I? She’s right, I’ve seen the way people look at us.”

“What does it matter what they think?”

“It’s not what they think, it’s the fact that they’re right. You know exactly how Sirius’ family is, I’m probably just another conquest to him. Girls like Ianthe were bred to marry boys like him, to protect their bloodlines. They’ve basically been betrothed since birth, Lily!”

“Sirius is his own person. He is not his family. You should know better than anyone that that boy lives to break rules. And I seriously doubt it but if he doesn’t appreciate how absolutely brilliant you are just because you were muggle born then he’s not worth your time.”

I knew Lily was right, it was rare that she wasn’t. But my mind still wandered to a dark place that echoed with Ianthe’s comments. She stayed with me for another hour or so before she got ready to go over to the Great Hall for dinner. I didn’t realize how long we had been sitting in the dorm. I looked over at the clock surprised to see it was almost 7. I promised Sirius I’d meet him in the astronomy tower soon. Surely I couldn’t face him after what had just happened but my heart hurt thinking about standing him up.

“You going to be alright?” Lily asked before heading out the door.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll see you later.” I reassured her.

“Alright, if you need anything just give a shout.”

I sighed as she closed the door and headed off. I looked down at my mascara stained sleeves and quickly changed into a clean shirt and wiped away the smeared makeup from beneath my eyes. Regardless of how I felt, I had to face Sirius.

I walked through the empty halls over to the Astronomy tower. Springtime at Hogwarts had an underrated charm to it. The weather was ideal, chill but not too cold. Tonight was no different, the air tonight was crisp, the wind blew gently through my hair as I made my way up the winding staircase. When I made it to the very top I saw Sirius gazing across the school grounds. His face looking intently over the beautifully crafted buildings and through the lush forests around us. I stayed silent for a minute just to admire him. The handsome playboy that I always thought I loathed but whom had somehow not only stolen my heart but had also become my best friend.

When he finally sensed my presence he turned around, my heart fluttered just looking at the kind, dopey smile wiped across his face as he held out his hand for me. When I grabbed it, he pulled me in close. My face buried into his chest as he held me for a minute. I looked behind him to see a blanket laid across the ground a small picnic set up for us.

“Remus helped me bribe the house elves into sneaking me some food so we could have dinner up here.” He excitedly motioned over to the set up.

“It looks lovely, Sirius.” I spoke softly as if my words could be broken with just a tap.

“What’s wrong? Oh Merlin, you hate it, don’t you?” He asked worriedly.

“No it’s not that, it really is lovely. I just, I just don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why you’re doing this for me. You’re a pureblood and I’m...I’m a mudblood.” I took a step away from him, letting go on my grasp on his hand.

“What does that have to do with anything? You know I’ve never cared about any of that.”

“You should be going out with someone like Ianthe, not someone like me. Most people when they see us must be thinking, ‘oh he must be mad going out with that.’”

“That what” he said before raising his voice to echo the question, “that what?”

“You know exactly what, Sirius. Everyone does.”

“What the fuck are you on about? What does everyone have to do with how I feel about you? You don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t fancy. That’s mine and mine alone. Now are you going to stop being a git or what?”

“Stop calling me a git, you’re the git.” I said trying to shove him away but his hands grasped my wrists before I could make my move.

Before I could say another word he crashed his lips into mine. His hands now releasing his grip on my wrists and instead caressing my face. Sirius had kissed me many times before but never with such urgency, like his life depended on it. Like if he didn’t kiss me in this exact moment that he’d never get to again. My hands now pressed up against his chest pulling him in closer to me as I savored the taste of him until we were breathless.

“You’re the git.” I whispered as we pressed our foreheads together, he let out a small laugh at my comment before he spoke again.

“Those twats, they aren’t my family. You are.” His thumb caressing my cheek softly.

“Sirius, I just—“

“You are my family.” He said firmly cutting me off before I could finish my sentence.

“Okay, you say that now but I just hate the idea that you’re choosing me over them. I don’t want you to wake up one day and regret your choice and start to resent me forever. I mean they’re your family, Sirius.” I rambled as doubt still riddled my brain.

“Y/N, listen to me, I will always choose you. I choose you today, tomorrow, and I’ll choose you forever for the rest of our lives. You are the only thing in this entire world I care about.”

“Can I quote you on that?”

“Yes, just maybe not to James, Remus, and Peter. I think they might burst into tears.” He let out loud laugh as he responded to my question.

“I won’t lie, I’d like to see that.”

“I bet you would. Now can we please eat dinner, I paid off the house elves 10 galleons each just so that they would make your favorite!”



[aro-aizawa]

1 and 42?

yesssssssss i love these kinds of questions. thank you anon for enabling me. (disclaimer: i am a fanfic writer so these’ll be answered in fanfic writing in mind.)

[the questions]

1. Tell us about your WIP!

okay i have like ten million different wips but the one i’m primarily working on is a mha fic of mine. called because i have to it’s a quirkless vigilante izuku fic, where he’s biologically all might’s son and inko and all might are qpps. when izuku asks his mom if he can still be a hero without a quirk as a kid, instead of just saying sorry, she tells him no that it’s not safe.

this fic came about when i got tired of seeing the overwhelming villain au fics. like. they’re not bad but an izuku that is in no way someone who fight villains is just...wrong to me. because to me, izuku has such an overwhelming drive and to him it’s almost a need that he helps people and becomes a hero. it’s just as essential to him as breathing. so if he were ever prohibited from being an official hero.....well this boy will not take something as silly as the law consideration. he’ll get his ass out on that street and he WILL fight those villains and save people.

so the whole fic is izuku trying to fight and prove to the world that he can be a quirkless hero. he pretends to his parents that he’s given up on that dream, but hey he knows that gen ed students can transfer in the hero course if they prove themselves........

(too bad izuku doesn’t know that his dad is on the teaching staff of ua. oh did i not mention? izuku has no idea his dad is all might.)

i’m not usually a super big fan of biological all might, but without the thread of one for all being a connector between them, i needed some sort of connection (bc honestly this was also a call out of all might’s views on quirkless ppl too). and i’m usually sort of averse for shipping toshinko if it’s solely for parental dadmight reasons, so bio dad. if i had to start over again, i’d probably adjust this to be that when izuku was little, all might officially became qpps with inko after her husband ran out on her. buuut it’s a little too late to go back and change it now, especially since originally i had it written for the toshinko to be romantic in nature, but decided i liked it better as qpps.

so that’s the wip i’m working on!!! i have a plan for it to wrap up just a little bit after the kamino arc but like.*squints at my lastest chapter which is only just starting to wrap up the first arc in the series* um,,,, that might,,, take a while lmao.

42. How many drafts do you usually write before you feel satisfied? 

okay, so here’s the thing. when i was younger and just getting into writing, i’d write like. three or four drafts for each chapter. because i’d do the bare minimum on the first one, just get the action and rough dialogue in. then the second one would be refinement, this one starting to look like an actual chapter to be posted (even though i rarely ever posted anything at that time). during which, i’d always leave them for like. a few months, maybe six. when i came back, i’d see all the errors and my writing style would have changed dramatically. so time for draft number three!!! and then repeat.

but i only ever made so many drafts because i was procrastinating on actually writing the next chapter. i think the highest i ever got up to was chapter 9. when i hit a road block, i’d decide to go back and redo it all again, eventually running out of steam before i even finished what i’d already done. repeat continously until i have six drafts of the same fic but refined down to about 20k words and 4 chapters.

so! i try not to do that anymore. it just. it doesn’t work. it really really doesn’t. because that way i never get it to a state where i’m comfortable enough to post it, and then i’ll end up posting like 10 fics where i only have one chapter posted and the rest’ll be abandoned because i just cannot get the next chapter right and need to keep making more and more drafts.

when a chapter isn’t fighting me though, i tend to have two drafts technically. i’ll write out the chapter, if it’s for my fic biht, i’ll send it off to my betas and merge all their corrections into one final form, which is the final draft and that’s the one i just copy-paste into the chapter section and then reread it to make sure all my formatting sticks then post.

if it’s a non-beta’d fic, what i’ll do is i’ll have the final product, the chapter or the one shot i want to post. and what i’ll do is i’ll put the draft on one side of my screen and the ao3 upload thing on the other side. and i’ll retype everything. this way i’m going back over it and adjusting wonky sentence structures as i go, because it helps me spot more mistakes if i have to retype them rather than just rereading them. my brain has to think more abt the stuff i’m typing rather than the stuff i’m reading y’know?? plus the different fonts help! my google docs have a different font to the upload section of the ao3 page, so that is another thing that helps my brain spot issues. if you have difficulty finding mistakes, change the font. as much shit as it gets, comic sans is also a great font for this. when i’m done retyping everything out, the second and final draft is done and i’ll usually post it right then and there, bc i’m impatient and i love posting shit.

i mean. you wouldn’t expect that considering i haven’t updated in well over a year and a half but still.

tysm for asking!!!! sorry it was such a long response lmao

[rupturedtaleblog]

Howdy, everyone. Allow me to break the ice for a moment and talk about some important things about Rupturedtale’s future.

A brand new decade has entered the horizon, and along with it, some changes need to be made.

Today I’m here to tell you about the future plans I have for this AU.

Let’s start with the obvious.

Progress On Part 16B

...

Still on the scripting phase!

Oops!

*ahem* To go into more detail as to why this is. I was hit with major writer’s block while writing the contents of the Doge date. The bad news is that it slowed down production to a halt, and I had to constantly rewrite it until I was satisfied with the result. The good news is that I’m now positive on how to handle the script from this point onward, so completing it won’t be too difficult in the coming days. Consider the little image up there a preview of what’s to come.

Another reason as to why, is, well...

A certain Project got my attention.

New Format For Asks

As mentioned in past posts, the askbox is currently a bit... Clogged up, to say the least, and answering every single ask one by one isn’t efficient at all. That’s why in the future and at least until the box is cleaned up, all of the asks will by answered in bulks, character by character each time. Most likely in the same way as before, with the characters speaking inside a box.

Stay tuned until that, the main issue right now is finding an efficient way to answer all of these in the first place.

Refurbishment

An important thing I want to have with Rupturedtale is visual consistency. Because barring key moments, I do not wish for one part to look almost entirely different from the other.

With that said, the entire comic will undergo a small refurbishment in the coming months. Updating the sprites in the old parts and fixing any other errors on the way. This process will not be the top priority however, as said top priority will be none other than the actual new parts. Like 16b, for example.

This will also cover every single mirror of the comic, and not just Mspfa. Yes, the parts that aren’t on Imgur yet will finally get uploaded.

The old mirrors will still stay up, but will redirect you to the new ones once they are made.

Now... There’s another thing regarding this refurbishment.

Said thing, is... Well...

Jack’s “New” Design

“Tile, are you serious? You’re changing Jack’s design NOW? At THIS point in the story?”

...Yes, it might sound a bit strange at first, but indeed. Along with the refurbishment, Jack will also receive an update to his color palette. Studio Rapture™ recently received a Cease and Desist notice from a representitive of a... Mr. Zebra? I believe? I forget his name. I think his name was Bobo. Said something about Jack Penthos looking too similar to him.

We here at Studio Rapture™ are very sorry for copying the likeness of Mr. Zebra. To compensate, we desaturated some of Jack’s colors, and changed their places around, to not only remove any silly resemblance to Mr. Zebra, but to also personally improve Jack’s look and design.

The redesign will make its first proper appearence in the new part, and then in the comic’s refurbishment. So be on the lookout for that.

Content Round-Up

The Masterlist at its current state is lacking some of the other content that was made for the AU (Like the various specials), along with the Bonus Materials mirror in MSPFA. Said content will be made available in the Masterlist and Bonus Material mirror in the future, for ease of access. And on the subject of content...

Other Future Content

We here at Studio Rapture™ (mostly me, actually) are considering creating some other types of content related to the AU. Such as written, loosely canonical one-shots and Interactive content, to fill gaps between updates and asks.

As for when that happens, that remains to be seen. There’s a lot of things to be done first, but do be on the lookout if any of these appear!

...

I... Believe that’s all. There isn’t anything else in mind that I can announce.

Once again, I apologise for the state of the blog and the lack of content. There wasn’t much I could produce with my lack of productivity and poor mental health.

Things are better now, thankfully, so everything mentioned here should happen eventually.

Thank you for following Rupturedtale for over 3 years now. A project that’s been a great excercise for me for the past years, and one I do not wish to abandon.

Not to say, of course, that it won’t come to an end eventually.

Isn’t that right?

Jack?

[onechicago-upsteadrhekker]

A Chicago Med Halloween

Here’s a Halloween inspired drabble for our favorite characters!! It’s very light hearted and I hope it makes you laugh!

(Also, sorry that the formatting is kind of weird. I copied and pasted and I’m not sure how to change the format once it’s on a post...Anyways I hope that doesn’t deter you from reading!)

“Why are we doing this again?”

“Because our wives convinced us too?”

Will, Ethan and Connor stared at their reflections, not really sure what to make of themselves.

Connor started shaking his head, “Nuh-uh. I am not going out there like this!”

Will slid his eyes over to him in the mirror, adjusting his shirt, “Well, I’m not to thrilled about it but if we don’t go out there, we would never hear the end of it.”

Ethan shot Connor a look, “Why did your wife have to think of this? And why did she have to rope us into it? Couldn’t she have just made you do it?”

“No way,” His eyes grew wide, his eyebrows shooting up, “There’s no way I would have even considered this if you two weren’t doing this too. If I’m gonna look like an idiot, then so are you!”

They took another minute to gawk at themselves in the mirror before Will sighed, “We are never going to live this down, are we?”

“What is taking them so long?” Ava glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, her arms crossed impatiently.

“They’re probably too embarrassed to come out,” April chuckled.

Natalie grinned, shrugging, “I think they’ll look cute.”

Ava stalked up to the men’s locker/bathroom door and talked through the closed entrance, “Are you guys almost done?”

There was no response, so Ava knocked on the door, “Hello? I know you can hear me!”

She rolled her eyes, huffing in exasperation at the silence, “You aren’t getting out of this one and we don’t have all day, so I suggest you hurry it up and get out here.”

Ava glanced back at April and Natalie who also had their arms crossed, waiting for the guys to make their appearance. Finally, a muffled ‘we’re coming’ cam from the other side of the door and Ava moved back to stand by her friends, satisfied at the answer.

The door slowly opened, and Ethan was the first to grudgingly exit the bathroom. At the first glimpse of the costume, April started sniggering; Ava and Natalie trying to suppress their laughter.

Ethan stood discomfited before heaving an exasperated sigh and sticking his arm into the barely cracked open door to pull out Connor. At his appearance, Ava burst out in giggles not even trying to hide her amusement. Her husband was blushing, but it was hard to tell beneath his costume.

“Come on out Will,” Natalie coaxed sweetly, “Your friends have valiantly faced the music now it’s your turn.”

Will slowly emerged from behind the door, his head ducked in embarrassment as he stood by Connor and Ethan who also had their heads bowed as they shifted uncomfortably.

By now, Natalie, April and Ava were almost in tears from laughing so hard, all three of them taking out their phones to take pictures.

“This is definitely going on the community page,” April stated in amusement as she snapped a photo.

At this, the boys groaned.

“Please don’t,” Ethan wined.

“They’re going,” Ava affirmed also taking a picture, ignoring the way Connor was scrunching his face up at her.

It was hard to take them seriously when they were dressed alike as The Three Amigos.

All three of them had on big, black glued on mustaches with black outfits and a colorful Mexican Serape with cowboy boots complete with a ridiculously large sombrero on their heads. And to top it all off, Will had his guitar strapped around his neck.

Natalie smirked teasingly, “Are you guys gonna sing?”

Their eyes grew comically big as they shouted, “NO!” in unison.

The girls just laughed harder.

“Hey,” Connor exclaimed put out as he gestured at them, fed up with their teasing, “How come you aren’t dressed up?”

April blinked innocently, “We are.”

Will scoffed, “You guys look normal. We look like idiots. And Ava’s not even trying!”

“Yeah,” Connor agreed gesturing to his wife, “How come you aren’t dressed up!?”

The blonde frowned innocuously before protesting, “I’m going as a doctor.”

Connor spluttered, “You are a doctor! That doesn’t count!”

“Besides, Halloween isn’t my holiday. We never had it in South Africa,” She continued as if Connor hadn’t butted in.

“Well, you’re in America now,” Ethan pointed out and Connor and Will nodded in agreement.

Ava ignored that last part.

However, April and Natalie were semi-dressed up. April wearing a headband of cat ears and a tail pinned to the back of her scrub pants and Natalie had a plastic crown in her hair with a sparkly wand stuck in her pocket.

“We should probably get going,” April glanced at the clock, walking up to Ethan to drop a large bowl of candy in his arms.

Natalie nodded and turned to grab another bowl of candy to give to Will as did Ava for Connor. Snapping one last picture they ushered the reluctant doctors dressed as Mexicans towards the PICU.

“How on earth did you convince them to dress up like that?” Ms. Goodwin was shaking her head in wonderment an amused smile crossing her face.

Ava shrugged, “It wasn’t that hard. I’m good at roping Connor into things before he realizes what exactly he’s getting into,” She smirked, “And he can’t really say no to me.”

Natalie grinned, “Will’s a pushover. I was able to sweet talk him into it and once Connor figured out what he’d agreed to, he came begging to Will to not let him be fool alone.”

“And then they both gained up on Ethan, so I actually didn’t really have to do anything,” April finished.

The girls were watching their guys from across the lobby of the Children’s Ward along with Ms. Goodwin.

Connor, Ethan and Will were handing out candy to the kids that were well enough to be out of their beds. The children were laughing at their antics as Will strummed his guitar in a silly matter while Ethan and Connor acted out some kind of skit. They were just being silly because the kids were loving it and played with the three costumed doctors.

“Besides,” Ava began as she watched her husband play with a little girl fondly, “I think deep down, they wanted to do it. For the kids’ sake.”

Natalie and April hummed in agreement, wearing similar expressions of affection

Goodwin nodded, “These children don’t get to enjoy the things most kids do. Bringing Halloween to them; We’ll never know how much it means to them. To have one night of somewhat normalcy.”

The Three Amigos laughed as children started to hang on their legs playfully.

Ava bit her lip, watching Connor lovingly as the world slowed down around her. He might have been grumpy about dressing up in such a ridiculous fashion, but Ava knew that he truly didn’t mind because he knew just as well as she did that these kids deserved as much happiness and laughter in their life as possible and if dressing up in a fake mustache and large hat did the trick then he was all for it.

Chuckling to herself, Ava glanced at her friends who were also watching their husbands with love. She laughed out loud, the ludicrous image becoming clearer in her mind as a smirk played at her lips.

“Next year, I think we should make them dress up as Alvin and the Chipmunks.”

I hope you enjoyed that!! Tell me what you thought and HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

[heartslogos]

mafia!verse: the wedding [1]

There are social events that hold personal, and social, significance and power. They bring communities together. They provide avenues for bonding and exchanging information, exchanging money, exchanging blood.

Society uses these occasions to build. To grow. To war.

And during these occasions nothing is more important than hospitality. Civility. Propriety. The following of certain accepted social agreements and unspoken rules. The covenant of neighbors, of social hierarchy, of class.

Birthdays are an example of such an important occasion.

The classic tale of Sleeping Beauty illustrates exactly why this is so important. A child is born and everyone comes to wish the happy parents well. The parents invite everyone of import.

But everyone knows that there’s one person who wasn’t invited. And whether or not they would have accepted the invitation is irrelevant. What matters is that no invitation was offered.

One does not slight someone of such power and importance.

Now, the Wayne family isn’t made of fairies. There’s too much talent for iron and its various formats for that. But at least two of them are so rotten not even death would take them.

Another such occasion with as much importance that would require the same amount of respect and healthy handling of such societal niceties as a birth is a wedding, which usually precedes a birth by about eight to nine months depending on how close that shotgun is to someone’s head.

Weddings are important things. They’re the start of something. They’re the end of something. They’re the making of something. They are the destroying of something.

Weddings bring people together. They end wars. They start alliances. They usher in peace. They can start feuds. They can start grudges.

And the Wayne family was not issued an invitation to this one.

Dick Grayson drives up to the security guards posted all the way down at the end of the street, parking his car right there in the damned center of it and knowing not a single person present — security guards, people who also happen to unfortunately live in this affluent suburban neighborhood, reporters, police — is going to stop him.

The man’s an angel to end all angels.

The word end is used in its most literal, finite, and apocryphal sense here.

Man’s got a smile like a morning star, you could call him Vesper. You could also call him by the other name, too, but you’d get more of a laugh than anything.

He smiles that devil’s smile and the security guards falter. Most do.

Dick Grayson adjusts his suit, and turns to the sound of another car. Dark cherry red coming to a smooth stop next to his.

“Jason,” his eyebrows raise as the car doors open, “Tim. You came together?”

“Yup,” Jason answers, jerking his thumb towards the passenger side as it threatens to swing closed on the occupant. “Timbo over there’s having a day. I felt like being decent and giving the man a ride.”

“Feel like being decent and helping me out of the car?” Tim calls from the other side. Jason leans against his side of the car, making no move to go help. Dick shakes his head and goes to help.

“Having a day are you?” Dick asks, holding the door open so Tim can swing his forearm crutches out and pull himself out after them.

Tim Drake was supposedly assassinated on live television four or five years ago. Supposedly. Rumor has it that it was all staged. To make the people who saw that video feel sorry for him. To get the negative press coming from outside of Gotham off his back. To get people who do want him dead to lower their guard so he could surprise them by popping back up when they least expect it.

Jury’s out on whether he was really shot or not — several thousand witnesses, a still somewhat visible bloodstain right out front of W.E., and a box of evidence in the police department vaults aside. But he’s been using the crutches on and off ever since and no one’s got the balls to challenge it to his face.

“Yes.”

“And Jason just so happened to be around to give you a ride?”

“I might have been there already as the day was progressing towards crutches territory,” Jason admits, making a motion for them to get a move on so he can lock the car.

“Oh? Anything I should be worried about?”

“We were bonding,” Jason says, “Right, Replacement?”

“It’s fine, Dick,” Tim ignores Jason and starts to swat Dick’s hands away as he tries to fix Tim’s hair. “What are you doing here?”

A motorcycle snarls in the rapidly deceasing distance.

“It’s a family gathering off the manor grounds,” Jason groans, “Ode to joy.”

Cassandra’s black monster of a motorcycle comes to a perfect stop, next to Jason’s car.

She flips the visor on her helmet up, examining all of them before resting her eyes on Tim.

“Bad?” She nods towards the crutches.

“They aren’t for the aesthetic.”

Before anyone can say anything about that, one way or the other, a final car comes by. It doesn’t park, it idles as its passenger leaves the back seat, before slowly reversing and turning itself around to drive off again.

“What are you all doing here?”

“Attending a wedding,” the four of them answer, eyeing each other and Damian.

“Alright, I’ll bite, did anyone here get an invite?” Jason says, “Raise your hand if you feel excluded from the block party that literally everyone was invited to.”

Four hands raise. Tim whacks one of his crutches against Jason’s tires to cast his vote.

“I heard Vale was invited,” Damian says as they all stare at each other.

“I’m sure our invitation was lost,” Dick shrugs, “I bet they didn’t know who to address it to. There’s six of us, after all, and most of us are never at the manor.”

“Such optimism.”

Cassandra points at the closest security guard, making sure he’s met her eyes before she points at her bike.

“If this has moved,” Cassandra says, “I will remove you.”

She does not wait to see if this is understood. She turns around and starts to take off her leather jacket, revealing a black undershirt.

Cameras flash. The reporters who didn’t get a chance to pass security know better than to ask questions, and to be content with whatever pictures they can manage.

“Shouldn’t you be hiding your face?” Jason gestures towards the flashing cameras as the four of them move to somewhat obscure their sister from the flashing lights. “Might look bad for you if you’re seen crashing a wedding.”

Tim’s smile to the cameras causes a riot of flashes that are now solidly directed and him. It looks so menacing in its niceness that it would make sharks look like herbivores.

“Don’t be silly, Jason. I own those reporters.”

“Tim, Tim, Tim,” Dick chides, “You can’t own reporters. Owning reporters is owning people and that’s slavery. It’s been outlawed.”

“Slavery is illegal and wrong,” Cassandra says from where she’s standing a bit off from them, pulling out a neatly folded dress shirt from her bike’s storage compartment and doing it up. “Damian, do my tie.”

Damian sighs, “Yes, Cassandra. You’d think that you’d know how to tie it yourself at this point, considering all the other knots you know.”

Dick points at her as he slings an arm around Tim and Jason, drawing them in together earning a grumble from Jason and an irritated eye roll from Tim, “Exactly, Cass. Besides, there’s something more powerful than owning a person.”

Cassandra and Dick both turn at the same time to face the cameras directly in a sharp snap.

“You can own the face of their fear.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jason passes a hand over his eyes. “You’re the goddamned worst. I don’t know why I bother. Alright. Let’s get this shit show on the road.”

Dick smiles at the guards.

“You don’t need to see our invitation, right?”

Damian doesn’t wait, he brushes past the guards and starts walking towards the house with the white ribbons on its tall stone wall.

“Our invitation is the fact that we are Waynes, and all the money used to pay for this wedding came from our graces,” Damian says, “And frankly, I would like to see such graces return with some measure of gratitude.”

“Agreed,” Tim adjusts his grip on his crutches as he moves forward, parting guards without any resistance. “This union wouldn’t have happened without my influence and I would like some minor acknowledgement of that. And there are some people here who’ve been annoyingly persistent in how hard they are to reach.”

[princesskeda]

Heart of the Oni

After the supposed deaths of their friends and family, Nya, Lloyd, Pixal, and Misako cope with the aftermath of Harumi’s rein and try to move on with the help of some old friends. But not everyone grieves the same way. Meanwhile in the First Realm, the ninja are trying to survive and find a way home. Post S8, this started out as a speculative fiction about S9 but its so much more.

CHAPTER 5

5

“Of course I’ll come, Nya.  I just wish there’s more I could help with.” Dareth said in his characteristic drawl.   She had delivered the news to him and was now leaving his apartment.  She was glad that he was home…what if he had been working at the bar?  It was once again overrun by SoG goons and she never would have been able to talk to him.  She gave one last nod at the brown ninja before heading down the hall. Suddenly, she stopped, and called out to Dareth before he closed the door.

              “Dareth…um…make sure that you use stealth, ok?  No one can see you goi…”

              “Nya, Nya, Nya.” He shook his head, as if disappointed in her lack of faith.  “Stealth is my middle name!  I shall use the camouflage of the chameleon!”  Nya turned and jumped out the window as Dareth pulled another one of his eccentric animal moves.  She couldn’t help shaking her head and smiling at her friend’s antics.  It was true what she had said to Ronin.  Dareth was a good friend.  But he also certainly was unique.

              One last stop to make, then.  Ronin hadn’t minded going to see Skylor at the center of town. They agreed that it wouldn’t be the smartest move for Nya to show up in the busy restaurant that was undoubtedly full of SoG.   But he hadn’t wanted to go see the Walkers.  In the end he finally relented because Nya just knew that was one thing she couldn’t do right now.  It wasn’t so much seeing the Walkers…though it would be tough to see them at the funeral tonight.  But the thought of going to the junkyard, where the team had had more than one outing together and where she had seen Jay at his happiest…her eyes smarted with tears again. It was just too soon.

              The last stop was on the outskirts of Ninjago city. She began breathing a little easier, knowing that there would surely be fewer SoG out here.  She finally reached the address and rang the bell.  

Wel-come!  Nya winced at the cheery song.  Though she knew it was ridiculous, sudden noises like that had set her on edge all day.   She waited a few minutes and then began knocking.  Where on earth could Lou be?  Perhaps he was too distraught to get out of bed, let alone answer the door.  She knocked again, a bit more urgently.  

“He isn’t in, deary.”  

Nya squealed and nearly jumped out of her skin.  She turned and was only barely able to stop her karate-chop to the face of the old woman behind her.  The lady looked unimpressed.

“Oh…so sorry mam.  You just startled me.  Do you happen to know when he will be back?”  

“Hmmm hard to say.  He’s pretty famous, you know.  Part of that Royal Blacksmith group.”  Here the old lady sighed, almost infatuatedly.  Nya resisted the urge to roll her eyes.  “He’s been out practicing with them for days.  They have a lot of concerts coming up.”  She pointed at a poster on a nearby tree before hobbling off. Nya went to look at the poster.

Royal Blacksmiths, like you’ve never seen them before!  Full week concert!

A concert?!  Garmadon was in control and Cole was dead and his Lou was off practicing for some Concert??? She could hardly believe it.  She had heard that in the past Cole and his father had had a rocky relationship, but supposedly they had worked through all that.  But this? This was ridiculous.  She felt herself getting angry all over again and tore the poster off the tree, wadding it up in a little ball.  Then she calmed down a bit.  

She looked back at Lou’s house.   Maybe the lady was wrong…maybe his neighbors didn’t know that Cole was his son and assumed Lou was off practicing when he was really off mourning. But either way, he wasn’t home. Now she was at a loss for what to do. Did she leave a note and put it through the door?  But what if he never found it anyways?  Or what if he did and went to the address days later, only to find that the funeral had long since passed and someone had just tricked him into wasting his time? What if the note somehow fell into the wrong hands?  She knew the last scenario was silly, but she still didn’t feel all that comfortable leaving a top secret note like this anywhere but in the actual hands of the person themselves.  

              She wouldn’t leave the note.  But it felt wrong to give up so easily.  She caught up with the old lady again.  

              “Excuse me, mam? Do you happen to know where he would be practicing?”

“Well, we survived our first night at least.”  Kai said, stretching out.  The ninja were up and out of their cave, trying to get their limbs working again.   They weren’t used to sleeping on cold rock in cramped places, and they had woken to find themselves quite stiff.  

              “I knew we should have stayed with the bounty.” Jay complained.  “Even sleeping on wood would be better than that.”

              “Quit your whining, would ya?  We’re in for another long day today and I don’t feel like listening to you complain the whole time.” Cole said.  He was busy eating the breakfast that Zane had made.   The Nindroid had been the first to wake up that morning and had surprised the rest of the ninja with breakfast made of mysterious lumps on sticks.  Nobody knew what it was…and nobody wanted to ask.  

              “Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the rock formation…” Jay grumbled, eyeing his own mystery skewer with distrust.  Suddenly, a little hand shot out and grabbed it.

              “Hey!  That’s MINE!” Jay yelled at Wu, seeming to forget his wariness towards his breakfast.   A chase soon ensued that involved running circles around Cole.  Jay suddenly tripped, knocking Cole’s own breakfast into the dirt.  

              “Are you kidding me?!” He scooped up Wu, who giggled and gummed Jay’s stick.  Cole turned to glare at Jay.  

              “You always take his side!” Jay whined, and then stuck his tongue out at Wu.

              “Because he’s like…what….3?  And you should be acting like an adult by now.  But obviously that’s too much to expect from you.”

              “3?!? This is Wu! He’s like hundreds…maybe even thousands of years old!!! Not that that has ever made any sense but if we are going off of AGE then…”

              “Just shut up and get another stick, Jay.  I’m not in the mood to deal with you today”

              A few yards away, Kai and Zane shared a look. “Here they go…” Kai murmured. They held back as their friends’ argument grew more heated.

              “Well who died and left you in charge, Cole?! I don’t remember taking a vote…”

              “Well if I’m the only one acting like and adult around here…”

              “All you’re acting like is a jerk!...”

              “Would you just SHUT UP JAY…Shut up and GROW UP…”

              “I get it, ok?!  You’re upset because no one at home even cares that you’re gone! But you don’t have to take your bad mood out on US!”

              Cole flashed with a sudden rage, and Jay flinched at the sight of color in his friend’s arms.  He had regretted saying it almost immediately, but pride kept him from apologizing too quickly.  

              Zane and Kai looked on with a mix of disbelief and wariness.  They were used to Jay and Cole’s fights, but everyone in the group sensed that this time Jay had gone too far.  

              The color left Cole’s arms as he seemed to catch himself.  Without making eye contact with anyone, he set Wu on the ground.

              “I’m going for a walk.”  He turned and began to move briskly away from the group.

              “Cole…” Kai started

              “Alone.”

              Everyone else looked at Jay, but for once the blue ninja was silent as he stared at the ground.  

              “You really did it this time, Jay.” Kai said, arms crossed.  Zane’s face was a picture of parental disappointment.  Even Wu was shaking his head as he muttered quietly.

              “Bad Jay…bad bad Jay.”

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[stan-and-the-newbie]

A kpop newbie’s reaction to MAMAMOO

Alexa: bold

Alex: italic

today you’ll react to Mamamoo even though you technically already know them

i mean, i don't know all that much about them, really. so this should still be interesting

well, as before, first thing that comes to mind

should i do the top one or

they’re in the same order. we love consistent queens.

hmm... wheein? then uhhh, s-solar..? then moonbyul and of course my queen.

did you guess them or. you got two of them right !!

i did in fact guess them. oh. fuck it, i'll take it

hwasa and solar, m-my baby. the first one is moonbyul and the third one is wheein

i figured

and apparently this is their formation in every group photo ever

oh, good to know

so, the first one is moonbyul. how old do you think she is and what’s her personality

she's 23 or 24, and she's a lovable goofball

is she a singer or the rapper

f uc k uhhhuuhhhhh singer

smol baby child. yeah, she's born in 1992, so she's around that age in this photo i think. i’m not sure when it was released. she's the rapper in the group, so her image on stage is cool

i knew it was either her or solar, smh.  i remember it distinctively from that height song.

but irl she's greasy and flirts with everyone, tomboy-ish and probably gay idk

alright, so she's the cool one

yeah, she's also the tallest, staying proud at 165 cm

that image was misleading smh. she looks like a silly nerd in it/ are you trying to sabotage my score, miss <-<

i mean, she Is a silly nerd. she usually makes lives with solar and flirts with her all the time and gets herself some slaps on the arm. and she gay panics on stage every time hwasa is in her close vicinity. and she's known for having heart eyes every time a girl talks and she's also the Girl Crush of the entire industry lmao

first we had heart smile now we have heart eyes soon enough you'll be describing a monster from soma. a walking blob made of exposed, beating hearts.

oH SHUT UP

*then i showed him the Wonderful Confession Immortal Songs performance*

that middle aged lady fangirling after hwasa goes "look at me now" lmfao

sadfrghgfdsDFGHJK ME.

this is fokin great. i just got to the rap part. fam they're genuinely talented don't @ me

mamamoo are known for making every show their concert lmao

pff. it do be like that, and i wouldn't have it any other way. a bunch of girl dancers suddenly appeared and i thought my vision was going blurry and i was seeing double. anyway, the rap works surprisingly well, considering the general tone of the song.

moonbyul also has two tattoos. i don’t know what one of them says, i think its just her family portrait.

w h o l e s o m e

but the other one says “N'oublie pas de t'aimer”

alrighty my grill next up is your bias

give her an age

i'll say 24. and she's a singer

she is 27 :)

oof, can you really blame me tho

i can’t. she has an actual baby face. what’s her personality?

i imagine she's sweet and soft, but can be jokingly sassy and teases the others sometimes

oof, she wishes. she’s the oldest, and the leader, but the other members always bulli her. she’s the mom friend though, and the best at english, even tho her english isn’t all that good anyway sdfghds. and shes a complete goofball

awh ;; is she the short one, then?

nop, shes the second tallest

wait hold up how can the leader be the one who gets bullied this doesn't add up

*then i showed him this marvellous video*

2 seconds in and i've seen enough

*then i showed him the Passion Flower Immortal Songs performance*

solar doesn't have any tattoo but she's scared of bugs so there's that

wholesome. she's a quality idol i like her. this song is dope yo.

the one wearing a hat there is wheein

the wheeout puns are overwhelming ngl

,,,,,,,,,,they fucking are. once u wheein u cant wheeout. she's the same age as hwasa, but a few months older, so hwasa is considered the actual "maknae" (which means youngest member

that much i know. mainly because i googled it a while ago

and here's wheein with short hair cuz fuck yeah

whats her personality?

she's uhh the Short One (tm)

yes, that too. she is Evil

idk, she seems like a sassy singer, but that's just a shallow impression. does she tease the other members a lot, or..  <<

tbh, she is pretty sassy. she's also very carefree and a derp. but she does tease the other members a lot and laughs when something funny and unfortunate happens to them. she's been friends with hwasa since middle school, and they have a couple tattoo

ooh, noice

on their ankle, they both have "resonance"

i've seen a picture of that somewhere, if i recall..

she has two other tattoos. one she drew herself, and one that says "la vie est courte l'art est long"

what's with the french affiliation. should i be learning french instead of korean?

probably.

*i showed him that infamous “mamamoo sold their friendship for ice cream” video*

"hyejin-ah, you know your thighs are the size of your face, right?" i told you, wheein is evil

c r i t i c a l   h i t

hwasa :) what do you think her personality is like lmao

she's the serious one (sarcastic humor <<3), the lead rapper but also sings (i noticed this by watching some performances)(edited)i also know that she cooks for them, so extra mom friend points there and she's very independent, but also warm 

omf u really are whipped for her

<-<;;;

apparently she really likes beyonce, so some fans call her ahn-yance

yep, shes also a big rihanna fan, and work is her hoe anthem

that's dumb, on one hand because it kinda sounds like "annoyance", and on the other because bey-ahn-ce is a much better pun. i would perform umbrella for her like tom holland, don't @ me

oh, also, hwasa has four tattoos. the "resonance" one, one on the back of her neck, with "maria", her christian name, cuz she is Holy

oh shiet. that name fits her well actually ;;

one on her arm saying “Paradise is where you are”

if she's in your immediate vicinity, then obviously

and one right above that one, that’s a triquetra

mamamoo are well known in korea, and most of their fans are girls!! i think theyre the group that appeals the most to girls there actually

oh, that's interesting

and here are some songs

*i showed him “Words don’t come easy”*

this is what we call  s m o o t h   g u i t a r. and that sexy sax, oh boye (and here is where alex’s inner Shiverbert Creepstein came out, god bless, the only writer i stan) this one's really nice, i'd love to listen to it in a cafe. there's this really nice mental image that you'll never achieve, but it's nice to think of anyway. just sitting alone in the corner of a dimly-lit cafe, watching the performers on the stage sing as you down another shot, people taking quick glances in your direction and wondering what it is you're thinking about, when in fact you're just listening to the music mix in with the raindrops hitting against the windows. i got carried away, oof

o damn, mister shiverbert

<-< hey, nobody clapped

its a nice lil image, though

anyway, that was a great song

*and here i showed him “Decalcomanie”*

oh, this one's more i n t e n s e. the translated lyrics without any rhyme sound like some sort of strange poem

i know;;

noh-noh is apparently knock knock. the vocals are fokin great

:(((((( stop slandering them, theyre trying

i'm not roasting them, i just find it cute ;;that was a nice song. in fact- (he pinned it)

so, last thoughts on mamamoo?

god bless them best kpop idols out there hwasa please sit on my face

amazing

ayy, that was this week’s reaction!! alex was actually more excited this time because it’s his ultimate bias’ band

there are some things i (alexa, cuz alex never edits these posts) didn’t mention, im sorry if i missed anything important;; i decided to focus more on what alex thinks and says this time, rather than ramble about stuff y’all already know

i hope y’all enjoyed this reaction and if you want, you can leave suggestions!! buh-bye~ ^ω^

[chaz-targrin-gw2]

Targrin, Interlude: The Sidearm

(As promised, here’s the second half of this week’s pair of Targrin stories! This one’s about how Chaz got the pistol they use as an offhand weapon. I’ll likely share links to the Google Docs of these after I’ve posted all of them, so you can see the stories in their original formatting!)

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The Sidearm

1328AE, Doctor Maakinen’s Home, Rata Sum

(A day after the events of Targrin, Act 3: Scars)

Chaz shot up from the guest room bed with a startled grunt, taking heaving, shuddering breaths as they glanced around the darkened room. Another damn nightmare, nothing new there, they thought to themselves as they caught their breath. Bleary-eyed, they groped about for their glasses, hands still shaking.

Their ears flicked and their fur stood on end as they heard a low, grumbling sound from… somewhere in the room. “Mn… who… who’s there?!” they gasped, finally feeling their glasses and grasping at them desparately, putting them on with shaky paws.

No response, save for the grumbling, which was getting more ominous. The charr timidly got up, but stayed on their bed, leaning forwards and getting on their hands and knees, as they followed the source of the sound, which was steadily getting louder.

“I said who’s there?!” they barked, in a hushed, shaky tone. Still no response. “This isn’t funny, come on now.”

Shivering, they flicked their ears some more, listening. A clank, followed by a scratching sound, like metal dragging against stone. Anticipating the sound made it worse as they barely stifled a surprised yelp into a horrified squeak, not wanting to wake Doctor Maakinen, who was sleeping in the room across the hall. Looking for the source of the sound, they looked to the darkest corner of the room, and heard a slow grinding… before a pair of glowing, yellow eyes turned around and seemingly glared right at Chaz

The scream of terror immediately jerked Maakinen awake from her sleep. “…Chaz? Chaz, dear, are you okay?”

“HE’S HERE, MOM!” Chaz yelped, “STAY AWAY!”

Maakinen sounded confused, and increasingly worried “What? Who’s there? It’s not the Inquest is it?! Hang on, I’m coming!”

“NO, DON’T-” Before Chaz could finish their sentence, Maakinen charged into the room, and flicked the lights on. Maakinen was still in her sleepwear, holding a rather hefty-looking pistol.

“Where is he?!” Maakinen barked, “I’ll… “ She looked around the room, and her ear flicked as she heard the grinding sound. Both she and Chaz glanced over to the corner of the room, where a small, dome-shaped golem with two glowing yellow sensor crystals hovered about, came to a halt and looked up at the pair.

“Hello-Doctor-Maakinen. The-room-is-now-free-of-dander. Hello-guest-and-dander-source-Chaz-Tarbound. You-are-shedding-more-than-usual-today.”

Maakinen heaved a sigh of relief, lifting her finger off the trigger of the hefty pistol. “I am so sorry about that, I forgot to tell you the Dynamics boffins gave me a house-cleaning golem. He’s called Scrublord, and… are you okay?”

Chaz looked positively stunned as they saw Maakinen holding the gun. “I… you…” they buried their head in their hands, clearly embarassed. “Burn me, I am so sorry for waking you up at this hour, mom. I just… had a bad dream, I woke up, and saw… yellow eyes. I thought he’d come to get me.”

“Who, Scrublord?” Maakinen tilted her head. “I think this is the first time you- Oh. Ohhhh… you mean the Separatist who… eugh. “ She facepalmed. “I really should have told you about Scrublord ahead of time. C’mere, it’s okay.” The older asura climbed up onto the bed, sitting down beside Chaz, putting her gun aside and putting a hand on their shoulder. “It’s alright, progeny. You’re safe here.”

Chaz hiccuped a bit and sniffled, but nodded, smiling. “I guess it was kind of silly of me to assume that some lousy Separatist would know where I’d gone, huh?”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. I might not know my psychiatry, but I’m more than familiar with the way the mind can play tricks on a person, and I imagine yours isn’t in the best of states right now.”

“Yeah… Can I just say something, though?”

“Of course, dear, what is it?”

“You… Just, when I saw you come through the door holding that gun…”

“Oh, sorry if I startled you.”

“No, no, it’s just… I’m impressed. You heard me yelling, and your first instinct was to charge in to save the day, I… thanks, mom.”

“Nahhhh, it’s nothing, dear. I used to do that all the time when I was keeping you safe from the Inquest. Remember that one guy who came in like he wanted to ask you a few questions?”

“Oh yeah, and then I pointed out all the scalpels and stuff he had on him. Man, you went ballistic on his ass.”

“Figuratively and literally.”

Chaz looked down at the pistol on the bed. It was different from the one they’d seen Maakinen toting in the past, this one looked… sleeker, with a more curved grip. “Woah… since when did you have that gun? I always remembered you having that chunky glyphic number on standby for the Inquest.”

Maakinen grinned. “Oh, this?” She picked the gun up, holding it out for Chaz to see. “This is from about… three years back. Pact standard issue, I was allowed to hold onto mine once I returned home.”

“Ahh, I…” Chaz perked their ears up and looked back at Maakinen, eyes wide. “Wait. You were in the Pact?”

“Oh, I… might have neglected to tell you.” Maakinen chuckled nervously. “I was on the front lines out in Orr as a field medic. I guess I didn’t want you worrying about me while you were busy working with the Tar warband. I’m sorry, I should have said something sooner-”

Chaz gave their mom a pat on the back, smiling. “It’s alright, mom. I appreciate the concern. And I mean, you’re still here, so… Are you doing alright? Being a medic out on the front lines, you must have seen some awful stuff.”

“Oh yes, terrible, horrific things. Those Risen were something else, and the wounds they inflicted…” She shuddered. “I suppose it’s fortunate that I was stationed with Psychiatrist Aada, one of my krewemates. Between the two of us we were able to keep the other troops’ morale high, and she was able to help me keep it together when the nature of my work started to get too much for me to handle.”

Chaz listened intently to the story. “Aada’s the one you mentioned yesterday, yes?”

Maakinen nodded. “I still owe her for helping me out, so I’m going to be doing legwork for her, getting in touch with people from other races. Aada’s hoping to collaborate with psychiatrists across Tyria, to gain a better understanding of how each race handles the ailments of the mind.”

“So what ‘official’ name are the Curie Krewe gonna be rocking for this latest endeavour?”

“Well we’re still deciding on that part. After yesterday I thought about suggesting the name ‘Chaz Krewe’ after finding out what you’ve been through…”

“Mom…”

“Buuuut I don’t want to embarass you like that, so I’ll keep that one to myself. The other krewemates are workshopping some names right now. Aada suggested ‘Emayy’.”

“Emayy? That’s an interesting name.”

“It’s a phonetic spelling of the acronym MA - Short for Mental Ailments. We might go for MI - that’s Emeye - for Mental Illness instead…”

“How long do you expect it’ll take to decide on a name and found the krewe this time?”

“Ha, ha, very funny.” Maakinen snarked, before glancing about a bit and leaning in closer to whisper. “We’re just stalling while we wait for the next fiscal period to kick off so we can apply for more generous funding.”

“Right on,” Chaz nodded.

“Anything else you wanted to know about my work on the front lines?”

“Well… that gun… did you-”

“Several Risen. Got one of those bastards right between the eyes, that was satisfying.”

“Wow. That gun’s huge compared to you, I’m surprised your wrist isn’t all messed up with the kickback.”

“Well, I’ve a few tricks up my sleeve. See, this gun isn’t actually loaded. It’s more like a tool for me to focus illusory magic through. That said, it is fully functional.” She picked it up, and offered it to Chaz, grip first. “You want it? Looks like it’d fit your hands just fine”

“I-- what?” Chaz was blindsided. “Just like that?”

“I’d… been thinking about it for a while. Swords are more my style, you know that, but after what you told me yesterday, about the ambush… I just couldn’t bear to think of you going back out there without having something for your own defense.”

Chaz looked at the gun, unsure, but eventually they gently took it, and got a feel for its weight. “You know, not many moms would just up and give their kid a gun like that.”

“Well, not many asura moms have a fluffy progeny, eh dear?” Maakinen chuckled

“Point,” Chaz conceded. They set the gun to the side, and hugged Maakinen. “Thank you. I promise to only use it if I absolutely need to.”

“Of course. You always were extra cautious, even in the fahrar, if what your primus told me was right.”

Chaz chuckled. “I suppose that’s true.” A thought suddenly struck them, and they asked, “Hey, mom? When you were out in Orr… Did you happen to see any interesting-looking war machines?”

“As a matter of fact I did. Our camp was given a shipment of automated turrets for defense. Curious things, they looked all for the world as if Iron Legion had built them, save for one little difference.”

“Oh?” Chaz tilted their head. “What would that be?”

“Just underneath the barrels of the turrets…” Maakinen tried to visualise the turrets with her hands, pointing at an imagined spot, “There was a crystal array. These things were brilliant, they could lead moving targets and mowed down Risen with frightening accuracy. Almost like a fusion of charr might and… asura… precisionnnn…” she looked up at Chaz, a little smirk growing across her face. “Those were yours, weren’t they?”

The charr laughed, smiling sweetly and hugging their mom. “I’m just glad to know Tar warband’s weaponry made it onto the battlefield. A lot of work went into those, I mostly helped calibrate the crystals.”

Maakinen hugged Chaz back. “Now I’m doubly sorry I never told you that I was serving with the Pact!”

“Haha, it’s okay, mom, it’s okay. You can rest proud knowing your fluffy progeny was fighting alongside you, in a manner of speaking.”

“I suppose that’s true, dear,” Maakinen chuckled, yawning a bit. “…What hour is it, anyway? We should both try and get back to sleep, I’ve got a lot of work to do tomorrow, and you, progeny, need all the rest you can get after what you’ve been through.”

“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try, mom,” Chaz nodded. “Sorry again for waking you up like that. I’ll try and remember about the cleaning golem next time.”

“I think the lil bugger needs a bit of re-programming and a change of sensor crystals, so as not to spook you from now on. What do you think, Scrublord?”

“Doctor-Maakinen. You-are-covered-in-dander.”

“Damn straight I am.”

[haru-on-ice]

Yuri on Ice Fanfic Rec List

Here are some of my favorite YOI fanfics so far! :) This list will be updated often! If you have any suggestions for fics that I can add, feel free to message me. 

Last update/addition to list: April 23, 2017

My organization is kinda weird and all over the place right now since I’m constantly updating this, but basically it goes from my favorites of all time from each ship, and THEN to the rest of the series, then to the multi-chaptered fics, then to the one-shots.. If that makes sense lol. Sorry. ^-^’;

Also, let me add: I was originally going to list how many chapters each fic has, but some are currently ongoing! Therefore, only the series/fics that are COMPLETE will have the number of chapters listed so that I don’t have to update this every day. :) And another thing: I have fics separated by the main ship. However, many of the Victuuri fanfictions I have listed also have Otayuri on the side as well, so I apologize if some of you don’t really like that too much. Thanks for understanding!

Note: Most of these are explicit rated. ;)

Update: Removed the majority of my “notes” sections, because my wording just bothers me lol. 

Fics are under the cut!

Victuuri:

------------- Favorite Victuuri Fics -------------

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood and MapleTreeway

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 13

Words: 186,584

He’s finally here in this lovely and quiet little beach cottage, and the rest of the year seems to stretch out infinitely before him. Time will pass, though, and it will pass faster than he realizes, but in the meantime he will stop worrying about writer’s block and deadlines and not even having the foggiest clue what his next novel’s going to be about, and live.

New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer's block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.

And Viktor will be damned if he doesn't find out just what those secrets are.

Victory of the Night by c0rnfl0wer

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Meet Me By the River:

Chapters: 1

Words: 11,527

Every Kupala Night has come and gone without his attending, but now that Viktor Nikiforov is getting older and taking over the position as leader of his village, he has to start taking his life in a different direction. He wasn't sure whether he expected anything at all in this way. But when Yuuri catches his wreath, he finds the path he had always longed for.

Historical/Mythology AU based on Slavic mythology and traditions, specifically Kupala Night - a midsummer celebration involving merrymaking in a few different ways.

Part 2- Ivan da Maria:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Rusalka: a living-dead aquatic spirit in folklore that varies in their attitude toward humans. Navka: a subdivision of the Rusalka, known for its charming cruelty.

Viktor never minded when human civilization built up around him, or when other spirits began sharing the waters with him. He easily dominated every tradition that the centuries presented; that was what he minded. No one wants to be known for tragedy. No one wants to be subjected to loneliness and despair forever. No one wants to drag their beloved one down. Everyone wants a happy ending, even if it isn't in their nature.

Separation Anxiety by Okaeri_Kairi

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter. Main fic of the Haven series.

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Deep in the dark, unsettling back alleys of St. Petersburg, a network of rival families makes up the heart of the mafia that runs the city's underground. Of these, none is more feared than the Nikiforov family, an infamous group that is said to be led by a man of cold blood and steel. Viktor, the son of the previous boss, knows only too well just how frightening this man is.

He is, after all, married to him.

Notes: Mafia AU. Major content warning for rape/non-con, as well as child abuse, suicide mention, torture, and a LOT of violence.

Rivals by Reiya

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches:

Chapters: 14

Words: 197,690

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Part 2- Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Viktor doesn’t remember the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki.

This however, is what Viktor does remember…

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it's just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he'll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

Set at the start of the series, if Yuuri and Victor had never met at the banquet and Yuuri never skated Victor's routine.

katsuki_fc wrote by tetsurashian

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 7

Words: 12,744

Just because Yuuri isn't big on social media, doesn't mean his fans aren't.

(aka a social media fic)

My Notes: Social media format. This cured my post-episode 12 depression.

Masquerade by Ashida

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.

“Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn.

Notes: Mafia AU. Content warning for violence, blood, gore, etc. 

Faded by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 6,283

Victor knows only two things: that he's very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.

Notes: PORN. VERY, VERY GOOD PORN. This is my favorite oneshot of all time and I HIGHLY FREAKING RECOMMEND IT. This oneshot is my #aesthetic and if it was a person then I would marry it, no questions asked. The line about the skyline is what got me tbh I am so wEAK for that type of sappy shit and it was such a visual line that I could picture the whole setting clearly in my head and hoooooo I just REALLY love this fic. 👌👌👌 Read it now.

Trembling Hands, Smooth Jazz, and You by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 10,785

Yuuri swallowed past the tightness in his throat, “Am I the one being interviewed now?”

“I just want to know more about you,” Viktor responded. “You write so much on your blog and within media, but none of those words are ever about yourself.”

Music filled the momentary silence. “There’s not much to say,” Yuuri eventually answered.

“There’s always something to say.”

Notes: Journalist AU.

10 Kinks Challenge by anirondack

Rating: Explicit:

Type: Series

Parts: 10 (too many to link here, sorry!)

Words: 55,570

10 fics about 10 kinks for Victor/Yuuri. 

centripetal force by braveten

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 10

Words: 85,800

Victor speaks seven languages.

(Physics isn't one of them.)

Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

the death of a bachelor by exile_wrath

Rating: Teen and Up (may be subject to change?)

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Victor is at the top of the (criminal) world, and ends up falling for the hot bartender that works at a Giacometti speakeasy.

Alternatively: In which Yuuri is a bartender with a thing for the hot patron which could probably kill him but also wants to have sex with him. To be fair, Yuuri is pretty down to sleep with him too.

But things don't go as planned, sometimes, and rather than Victor finding someone to warm his bed for a night, he finds Yuuri, who offers him an intimacy and care that he had never thought he'd have. And in turn, Yuuri finds someone achingly lonely but willing to open his heart so they can both be together in a way they had only dreamed of.

------------- More Victuuri Fics -------------

Of Love and Other Emotions by smudgesofink

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Series

Part 1- Fascination: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,198

Victor didn’t understand it at first but Yuuri has such a deep fascination with every part of his body.

Part 2- Silliness and Stolen Shirts: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 2,764

“You’re,” Victor begins in a stammer, and wait, are the tips of his ears turning pink? “You’re wearing my shirt.” Yuuri looks down at himself once again, and sure enough, it’s Victor’s wine red shirt that’s hanging off his body.

In which Victor is weak for the Boyfriend Shirt, and Yuuri doesn't realize he is, too.

Part 3- Hold Me Tight: 

Chapters: 2

Words: 11,556

Katsuki Yuuri is not a tactile man. Anyone who’s spent a minute with him can tell you that much.

Victor, however—

To say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century.

So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience.

(Alternatively titled: Five Times Victor Hugs Yuuri, and the One Time He Doesn't)

Notes: Content warning for homophobia in part 3.

Quad Lutz by iamalivenow

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Victor falls in love with Yuuri every single time they touch each other.

Yuuri loves him from the beginning.

Notes: Kinky.

In Regards to Love by martialartist816

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A 

Each chapter is a drabble for either Eros or Agape. These drabbles tell stories of Victor and Yuuri, ranging from all sorts of AU's. The songs are what they skate to during their duets.

Notes: My favorite drabble is the summer camp one. :)

Spurious Beauties and Excellencies by pseudocitrus

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,674

No one seems to find all this touching unusual at all, even though the mere thought of anyone thinking so is enough to make Yuri feel like he’s replaced his face with a pool of lava.

Notes: Porn.

Patience by martialartist816 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,505

"You said you wanted me to do something that would excite you." Yuuri's voice sounded cool and even above him. Victor suspected he wore a small smile. "This is what I thought of."

Notes: Two words: Bottom. Victor. :) I actually read this when I was out at dinner with my mom and her gf. It was a very good dining experience! :D

Talk to Me by SuggestiveScribe 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,929

There was a bouncing shift of weight, and suddenly a silky voice was at Yuuri's ear, "Hey Yuuri, is it possible you like when I speak Russian?"

Yuuri groaned.

Viktor's lips ghosted right beneath Yuuri's ear, gently sliding over the sensitive flesh of his neck, "I can speak Russian to you, if you like."

Watch by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,869

"You have pretty legs, Yuuri."

Notes: MIRROR SEX.

Distraction by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,968

"Yuuri, let's not think about that," Viktor said, holding out his hands. Yuuri set his other skate aside. "You should take your mind off it; maybe seek a distraction--"

"Okay."

"--Anything to disengage from the nega--" Viktor stopped, blinking. "Wait, what?"

Yuuri rose back to his feet, moving to stand in front of Viktor. Emotion burned at the edge of his irises, and in the limited light his stare flashed more crimson than brown, "I said, 'okay'."

Notes: WINDOW SEX IS GREAT.

Otayuri:

From Almaty, With Love by BoxWineConfessions

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- From Almaty, With Love: 

Chapters: 13

Words:  71,776

It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.

It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.

“You’re used to the noise?”

“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”

Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty.

Part 2- Line and Verse: 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuri was once told that the best stories have no ending. Otabek has never had a problem in turning the page and beginning a new. Together, they write new chapters.Prequels, sequels, and oneshots from the "From Almaty With Love" universe.

Lame-Ass Handjobs by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Handjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,792

Otabek is too damn perfect. Plain and simple. It frustrates Yuri to no end, but he loves him all the same.

Part 2- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Blowjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,392

A sequel fic, following how Yuri and Otabek celebrate first and second place at the Cup of Canada.

Eyes Like a Soldier by emblems

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Series

Part 1- Run in My Veins:

Chapters: 2

Words: 1,602

Fifty sentences for Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky.

Part 2- Play to the Fullest: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,699

Yuri suggests they ditch the banquet early. Otabek, of course, can't find it in himself to say no.

Notes: I read this series when my brother was getting his first tattoo. Pretty neato.

OtaYuri A/B/O Series by i_like_my_eggs_benedict

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- You’re Worth It: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 8,173

"Yuri Plisetsky hated heats. Everything about them. The confusion, the mess, the inconvenience. But most of all he hated feeling vulnerable, like a wounded animal left on the side of the road. He bemoaned the fact he had presented as an omega every single day of his life. Even more so when he was in heat.He only slightly stopped feeling complete and utter contempt for his biology when Otabek Altin presented as an alpha. 

Part 2- In The Moonlight: 

Chapters: 1

Words:  2,491

A sequel to You’re Worth It.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.

Nothing More Than What We Have Now by Ren

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 2,819

"Just kiss me," Yuri murmurs against Otabek's lips.

Otabek's whole body is drawn tight with want. "It's never just kissing with you."

Notes: Quiet sex while Grandpa is in the other room. ;)

Multiple Pairings:

Yuri on Ice Omegaverse by DomesticProwess

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- No Man’s Land 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Presenting as an omega was one of the single most traumatizing events in Yuri Plisetsky's life. As he struggles to move forward with his relationship and career, he learns that coming to terms with himself and his past is harder than he ever would have dreamed. AU take on life after the Grand Prix Finals.

Part 2- Love or Something Like It

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Present. Bond. Pregnant. Repeat. The cycle of an omega that Yuri had hoped to never fall into. He was given no choice.

A companion piece to my story No Man's Land, in which Yuri is bonded with Victor as a young omega and has his first child at the age of eleven.

Notes: CONTENT WARNING FOR UNDERAGE, RAPE/NON-CON, CONTROLLING/ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, AND MORE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

ice gays by LuckyStarship & MikeWritesThings

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

There's an esteemed academy dedicated to ice-skating somewhere in Alaska. It's open to all nationalities, religions, and more. A certain group of students has a group chat entitled 'ice gays.'

It's Mila's idea.

Notes: Texting/group chat format.

And that’s it so far! I will be updating as possible. Once again, if you have any fic recs for me that I should add to my list, please message me!

[ask-justin-and-angel]

Jag: Surprise! New format time! (also an actual story post) That speech/action alternating style has been holding me back for a bit. I'll still use it from time to time, but story posts are gonna actually contain some STORY now. Time to let my inner writer out of its cage. So let's go. Time to get this story rolling again. Let's dive in where we left off!

"* *" signifies communication via telepathy or some other nonverbal means.

I'm so, so sorry about the length of it ahead of time.

Justin starts to go down the stairs, but hesitates a few steps down. Angel puts her hand on his shoulder. "*Come on Justin, you can do this. I'm here.*" Justin takes a deep breath, then keeps moving. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he looks over to see Nick and his father Daniel, a tall man with an impressive moustache, talking, while his mother plays with Mimi, the family Eevee. He can hear his mom making silly sounds at her, while Mimi runs around making small, trilling sounds. In the back of his mind, he can hear an approximation of what she's saying, something along the lines of "Play play play play play fun yay wheeeeee!" He chuckles despite himself, causing Nick to turn around. "Hey little bro. 'Bout time you came down. Mom said you wanted to talk to all of us 'bout somethin'?" "Um, yeah. She asked me how the trip to Johto was, and I told her that I wanted to wait until I could tell all of you. "Well then son, come sit down and tell us then." "Okay dad." "Come on Abigail, Justin's ready to talk to us." "Oh, okay, I'll be there in a moment dear!" As they all move to the dining table, Mimi follows closely behind Abigail, still going "Play?" Justin smiles, then sits down next to Angel. Once the rest of his family has finished sitting down, he takes a deep breath. "Okay. So. Um... How to begin... Well, first off, as you can see, both Angel and I are okay, so please keep that in mind while I talk, because this is kinda... complicated..." He is greeted with silence. "I think you freaked them out Justin." He turns to look at Angel, surprised she isn't using Telepathy. "Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best way to start, but still. It's not like I can really start on a happy note, is it?" "You still could have handled that better." "I get that. But how else was I supposed to start?!" "Please don't yell at me." "Well what am I supposed to-" He stops, noticing just how quiet it is, then looks over to see his brother with raised eyebrows, his father with a stern look on his face, and his mother with her hands over her mouth. "Um...." "Bro, were you just... talking to Angel? Without Telepathy? Care to explain?" "What makes you think she wasn't-" "'Cause her eyes weren't glowin'. I'm a Pokemon researcher kiddo. I notice this kind of stuff. It's kinda my job." Justin closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. "Okay, yeah, I was talking to her. Please don't ask how. Not yet. It's... kinda part of the story." "Well now I really wanna hear 'bout your little trip." "Okay. So, the actual story doesn't really start until Angel and I were already heading back home." He then proceeds to tell them about how, when they stopped to have a quick snack, they were greeted by an unknown man, who then proceeded to attack in an attempt to kidnap Angel, when he was interrupted by his father. "I take it that you beat this ruffian then?" Justin rubs the back of his neck. "Actually... no, we didn't. He attacked with all of his Pokemon at once, which wouldn't have been as bad if he hadn't also taken the chance to attack me." At this point, his mother lets out a small gasp. "I'm fine though! I'm fine! See? Still here." "Not gonna tell them you were poisoned?" "Of course I'm going to tell them Angel, I just..." He shakes his head. "Anyways, he attacked me with Toxic, then followed up with a Venoshock, which had me floored pretty fast. Only reason he got Angel was because she turned her back on him when I got hit. Ricky was the only one still up at that point, but the poor guy got taken out as well. Then he grabbed Angel and..." He falls silent, clearly upset. "Anyways, a nearby Picnicker ran over to help me up and give me an Antidote, then she helped me get Ricky, Sandra, and Luffy to the Ecruteak Pokemon Center." "At which point you got medical help and called the police, right?" His mother asked, clearly terrified. "Um." Angel just shakes her head. "Maybe if I had been in the right state of mind, I would have. As it was, the Antidote had only dealt with some of the poison, and I was a bit loopy. So, I might have, in a delirious state, climbed one of the towers nearby in an attempt to get a better view, hoping to see her, while simultaneously leaving all of my Pokemon at the Center?" He said, rather sheepishly. His father just puts his head in his hands. "You've gotta be kiddin' me bro." "Sadly, no. And it's about to get, well... impossible. Strange and impossible." "I'm listenin'." "So, um, you're a scientist, I'm sure you've heard about the Ecruteak towers and the legends around them, right?" "I have once or twice, yeah. What of it?" "Well, what about the legendary trio? The ones brought back to life by Ho-oh?" "...Yeah. Where you goin' with this kiddo?" "So, um, don't ask me why or how, but once I reached the top of the tower, I may have succumbed to the poison and... died?" "...What." "Heh, that's how Angel reacted." "Focus Justin. Keep telling them the story before your mother has a heart attack." Justin looks over to his mother, who has gone a bit pale. Mimi is whining next to her, clearly worried. "Anyways, that's obviously not the end of the story, right? So... why I brought up Ho-oh and the trio is, well, that may have kinda happened to me?" "Son. What exactly do you mean by that? Justin says nothing, but rather gets up from the table, steps back, then summons a glowing blue bone. Nobody says anything, until Nick breaks the silence. "Is... is that a Bone Rush?" "Um... yeah?" "You can use moves now." "Yeah?" "How." "I have no idea." "Wonderful." "So, that's not all I can do. I can use Bone Rush, Flare Blitz, Protect, and Metronome. Oh, and I guess I have an ability too, I think it was Magic Guard? And to top it off, I can understand Pokemon now. Like, they talk, I hear the normal sounds, but I also hear a kind of translation in my head." "That's... impossible." "Didn't I say that?" Justin sits back down, having released the bone. "Anyways, I died, and then I woke up in the forest to the north. From what I understand, Ho-oh returned to the tower, picked up my body, took me into the forest, then revived me. When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything, then to top it off, I was attacked by a group of Magnemite. Long story short, I got upset enough running from them that I used Bone Rush without meaning to, knocking out one of them. When I realized I could fight, I stopped running and dealt with the rest of them." "*It was around this time that I woke up in a dark room with a metal collar around my neck." Everyone turns to look at Angel. "*I had no idea where I was, but I, unlike Justin, had not died, and remembered what had happened just fine. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I decided to do that broadcasting trick I used to do whenever Justin got lost, the feelings one.*" "While I wandered around the forest confused, I felt the broadcast, and it sparked my memories back up. I ran off in the direction of the thought, while the rest of my team was apparently not far behind, having also felt it. It wasn't long before I came up to a small mansion in the middle of the forest." "*At this point, I could feel him, so I opened my mind and told him where I was.*" "That was when I learned I could use Flare Blitz. I kinda football tackled the door down to get in. As well as to open her cell door." "Wouldn't that have left ya fairly hurt though? "...Yes?" Nick sighs. "Go on." "So, after checking on Angel and seeing that she wasn't in any immediate danger, I sat down next to her to catch my breath, since she had told me the others were on their way. Sandra broke the collar, and we all started to leave. We had just reached the exit when the guy attacked us again, this time telling his Tyranitar to use Hyper Beam. That's when I learned I could use Protect. Also, what kind of scorch pattern a Hyper Beam leaves on the ground. Anyways, I told the others to take Angel and run, which she wasn't happy about, but she followed." "Bro, this sounds like a comic book or somethin'." "You're telling me. So, the guy tells me that his name is Midas, and that he's a Team Rocket executive. Go figure. He then sends out all of his Pokemon again, and he tries to poison me yet again. Quickly learned I have Magic Guard. He then tried to send half his team to chase down the others, but I used Metronome for the first time in a panic, which turned into a Magnitude 10. He only has his Tyranitar now, which attacks with another Hyper Beam, I use protect again, Midas pulls out a gun, and I throw him off balance with another Flare Blitz, though I'm almost out cold myself at this point, then I use another Metronome, hoping I get a good one. I used Fissure, which split the land in front of me in two, collapsing part of the mansion." He stops, looking around the table. "I... think I might have killed him. When I made the fissure, he fell down it. He shot me in the shoulder on his way down, but still. I couldn't see the bottom. I never heard him hit the bottom. And he had a servant of some kind in the mansion, who was helping keep Angel hostage. I don't know what happened to him either." He stops talking, unable to look up. Angel leans over and puts her arms around him. He just leans against her, silent. "*Not long after, Officer Jenny found him wandering through the forest, with a bleeding shoulder ready to pass out. She had gone out there due to both the news of the attack on us and because Justin had caused at least two local tremors and set the mansion on fire, causing some concern. She brought him to the Center, where the doctors took care of him, though we didn't tell them everything. Just what they needed to know. And Justin's new... abilities... they didn't need to know about. Nothing else of note really happened beyond that.*" Everyone at the table is silent, still trying to process what they just heard. Daniel is the first to speak up. "Son. It sounds like... like you did a good thing. Well, maybe not a good thing. But I don't think any less of you for what happened. What's done is done." Next, his mother, trying hard not to cry. "I'm just glad you're okay! I... I don't know what I would do if I lost you..." Finally, his brother. "...Justin. This is a lot to take in. For multiple reasons. I'm sure you can guess some of 'em, so I won't bother you with 'em now. But... know this. I'm not sure what I would 'ave done if I was in your place. So I've got no room to judge. However, once your feelin' better, I want to talk to you. 'Bout several things. 'Kay?" Justin is silent. He doesn't move, though he does take a few shaky breaths, trying not to freak out. Nick gets up and heads outside. Angel shifts slightly, then stands up. "Come on. Let's go upstairs." She helps him up, then guides him towards the stairs. As the two of them head up, she can hear Justin's parents talking quietly. She opens her mind, curious. "Sometimes Abigail, I'm not sure if that Pokemon is the best thing to ever happen to our boy, or the worst." "Daniel! You know how much he cares about that Pokemon! He absolutely adores it!" "That's what I'm worried about." "Well, she was his first one after all." "I know that, I'm just sayin' that-" She closed her mind off. She had heard enough. Looks like their decision not to share everything was right. Not that Justin could know. He was having a hard enough time as it was.

Jag: So, for those of you who actually slogged through this, thank you. Question though, did you have any trouble reading it? Anything style-wise you want me to change? Cause I want to make sure people can understand what's going on when I write large amounts like this. Anyways, hopefully this is the start of me being more active again. Thanks to everyone who's stuck around till now, and welcome to any new readers I have, of which there are several (according to my follower count). Toodles!

P.S. Christ this is bigger than I thought. I am so sorry. XD

[fictionalwonder]

True Blood Season 4 Review

Ok It's done. The guessing and spoiling is over for another 9 months leaving us with only a serious fangover and an unprecedented post season body count. True Blood Season 4 was bat shit crazy even more than Season 3, the timeline of such memorables as jar of Talbot and spine ripping TV. So now post Season 4 finale whether you were calling for a Scream award or thought the whole thing blew chances are you're about to embark on 9 months of TB withdrawal. Yup even the haters feel its absence. So let's savor the moment in a post finale look at the best and worst of True Blood Season 4

THE BIGGEST THANK GOD MOMENT: Wee Marcus and gang finally putting Tommy and us out of the misery that was Tommy Mickens sorry ass life. As soon as he went skinwalker you knew his days were numbered. Sam Tramwell was brilliant doing Tommy doing him and who didn't cheer when said Tommy/Sam fired Sookie! She is the worst waitress ever! Talk about sick leave; is she ever at work for more than half a shift!?! The fall out from his death will certainly carry us through season 5, where we can only hope Sam has some modicum of hope at returning to just running the bar and attending anger management sessions.

Close second was Sookie decisively shooting Debbie Pelt in the head, even though she begged her not to. Yup, we had to wait till the very end of the season for evil, laughing while pouring Talbot down the drain Sookie, to return.

BEST OMG MOMENT: Ginger riding the coffin - nuff said.

SCARIEST/SEXIEST MOMENT:

Scary and sexy are often one and the same on True Blood, and this year Eric Northman ripping out, here to be known as, Juice Box Roy's heart will be stamped on my brain as a shining TB moment. Countless screamed everywhere, I had know idea THAT could be sexy! Give Skarsgård a raise!

BTW the T-shirts were on sale a mere 3 hours post show.

BIGGEST WTF MOMENT: Sookie and Eric snow shower then frak in Narnia. I've never read the books but the post Spellbound roar over The Vampire, The Witch and The Shower Stall, chocked up the blog commentary for days. I suspect because nothing could ever live up to this sacred cow of the sookiverse sexcapdes, Ball and company for better or worse decided not to go there; thus sparing us from more Skinmax test reels by getting out of the shower faster than they got in

MOST IMPROVED: King Bill - sure

he's damaged goods nailing his great great great great granddaughter and watching his ex screw his brain-damaged frenemy but sans Sookie round his neck, Bill was standing a bit taller this year. He even had a sense of humor, and Bill with balls is actually kind of hot. The developing bromance between him and Eric turned out to be one of the best parts of the season close.

MOST POTENTIAL: Laurel and Hardy move over. With Sookie out of the way Bill and Eric make an an awesome tag team, dissing each other on the pyre then cooperatively staking and decapitating Nan and troopers. Here's to more of Bill and Eric's excellent adventure in Season 5.

MOST IN NEED OF IMPROVEMENT: Sookie got enough of her spunk back to blow Debbie Pelt's head off, sure, but seriously she spent most of the season literally on her back, well sometimes on top. She was once a gifted mind-reader; we saw that maybe twice this season. Instead we learned more about her castrating powers when it comes to boyfriends. She mommied Eric into a hoody wearing puppy dog, did the dirty with him in every room of grandma's house and then kicked him, alongside Bill, to the curb come finale. In four seasons she truly did go from virgin to love em and leave em fangbanger. The classless moves have got to stop if the Stackhouse angle is to survive. We need an even slightly relate-able protagonist. I'm hoping another eligible lady moves to town, though god forbid she get a job at Merlotts - the most dangerous workplace in America.

SOOKIE'S ONE REDEEMING FEATURE SEASON 4: Sookie had unbelievably great hair this season. I swear to god I saw the camera man reflected in her locks in Eric's cubby.

MOST IN NEED OF A HUG: From defending herself against zombie slurs to losing an ear, Pam had endured what must go down as the worst week in her hundred plus years. She lost her maker to back country fairy vagina and her face rotted off. And things weren't exactly looking up when we left her, blood tears running down her cheek, hugging Ginger.

Why did they do that to Pam!!! Well for one reason she gave TB viewers some of the best gore the show has ever delivered. Still, writers, you better fix her. At the end of the day we really just want to look at Kristin Bauer being gorgeous and acting snarky.

Coming in second is Hoyt who despite the bitterness of his bad boyfriend rejection could really use a little lov'in right now, if not some of Summer's biscuits.

BEST RECAPS and REVIEWS:

VLOGS

#1 Bloodworks takes the stakes as a no contest winner. Besides being just the cutest couple in the world, Brian and Any's post show cocktails and theatrics amount to sometimes slurry worded and always hilariously astute recaps. I swear by mid season you look forward to Andy and Brian's upload as much as the episode itself. With its "staking points" and "do bad things" they were the best thing that could happen to a mediocre TB episode. Brian Juergen and Andy Swist @campbloodbuzz @andyswist http://campblood.org/Newblog/

#2 Think Heroes True Blood Review is tried and true. Roth Cornet has hosted solo for two seasons, and this season Jenna Busch was on board. Roth's reviews are first-rate often delving deeper than the show deserves. Busch does a good job of keeping things in the watercooler-moment mood of the short vlog format. The two combined offer a sometimes giggle ridden but always insightful True Blood take. Jennings Roth Cornet @JRothC | http://www.jenningsrothcornet.com/ JennaBusch @JennaBusch | http://girlmeetslightsaber.blogspot.com

#3 BloodBites is family friendly fair with this sister and brother team showcasing familial bonds and blood-dipped funny bones. Reenacting then reviewing a given episode's wtf moments, Blood Bites has cross-gen appeal. It's quality YouTube content you could show your grandmother and your eight year-old niece, who you know are both watching True Blood too.

Honorable Mention My Future Lover's Reason to Ship Sookie and Eric Spawn of You Tube strictly for Team Eric members, My Future Lover's play by play captions to the best and worst Sookie Eric moments capture at least half the audience's joy, tears and tv punching moments.

BEST PODCAST

True Blood in Dallas Straight up fan founded talkshow and review of both book, show and TB culture with revolving guest reviewers each week. A steady dose of all the criticism only a Stackhouse booklover can bring, Talk Blood is laced with plenty of Charlaine Harris loving that fellow fans can appreciate.

Listen to internet radio with True Blood in Dallas on Blog Talk Radio

BLOGS AND WEB SITES

Best Recaps

Pros and Cons True Blood by Meredith Woerner nails it everytime. for a no holds barred, tell it like is play by play pro con style. This is one of the funniest and most astute TB recaps out there. Meredith Woerner @MdellW | http://io9.com/people/MeredithDW/posts/

After Eltons WTF recap by Steven Frank is an imaginative post morteum with major plot points reviewed then rated in Grace Jones Vamp limps.

Jef With One F's music and episode recap for the Houston's Press is a creative spin that lets the show's lead track set the tone for review and analysis. Jef With One F @HPRocksOff

Best Blogs

Talk True Blood Digging deep and ranting in the best way, Talk True Blood goes so far as to offer scene by scene body language analysis of major characters.

Buddhism and True Blood Dedicated to Alan Ball and the wheel of life, Buddhism and True blood reminds us that life is suffering especially in Bon Temps

True Blood Underground Do you really know what's going on in Bon Temps? Conspiracy theories abound as TB Underground calls out Alan Ball on his addictive mind control experiment.

FINAL WORD Four seasons later there is still a bit of blood left in the series, and while fairy-finger-cop-outs and super silly, supernatural assumptions do show signs of laziness in the writers room, True Blood still does deliver some amazing TV. Godforbid we get bogged down by process oriented stuff like how amnesia Eric lost his shirt post-spell or ends up on a bonfire tied to Bill between episode 11 and 12. Things like how come no one reports a death in Bon Temp anymore or WHO IS running Merlottes only get in the way of a good story or at least a good "oh no they didn't" jaw drop.

I suspect, forty eight episodes later, TB writers actually relish every shark jumping moment as much as fangbanging spectacle. They know they can get away with it because they know how dedicated, creative and forgiving their fan base is. Plus narrative logic be damned, camp and drama are fine edges to play on, and they deserve applause for taking even tasteless risks.

For every bit of hocus pocus cgi True Blood throws at us, such as the anime forcefield surrounding Moon Goddess or the ridiculously bad fx exorcism of Mavis, there was a Pam getting a skin peel or Eric ripping the heart out of juice box Roy to make up for it. For each ridiculous Scooby Doo and the gang moment, there was a Vampire A-team or death by pencil. For each and every minute we tolerated Andy, we had a shot of Ginger riding a coffin or Eric drinking the whole fairy. True Blood IS very uneven but it IS very fun.

So that caps summertime Sundays and True blood still remains my ultimate guilty pleasure. The culture and coverage this year has been as much fun as the show itself and made Sundays feel like a party. I think Alex Skarsgård sums it all up in this quote,

“At 7 in the morning, I’m hanging from the ceiling in a Nazi uniform with fangs in[my mouth]. I look over and I see [Allan] there in his Nazi uniform hanging like a puppet. We’re about to descend down to kill this wolf, you know? And that was the moment where we just looked at each other like, This is what we’re doing for a living?‘”

Yup, IT IS! And even more surprising I CAN"T believe I'm watching you do it and not only that but loving every minute!

[livingthervdream]

Yellowstone Day 2

Sleeping in again, I could really get used to this. Today our plan is to head to the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone. We round up in the car and head off. As we leave our campsite, we see a buffalo just sitting chillaxin about 30-50 feet from a person’s tent. Crazy!

We start driving into the park and the kids begin to get restless. Kids are seated 3 across the middle row of the suburban we rented. GB didn’t want to put the back row up and have the haste of Andrew getting in and out. Well with 3 of them that close in proximity to one another things are bound to happen. He touched me, she looked at me, really bad knock knock jokes…you get the picture. GB and I finally have to put the hammer down to stop. Libby responds “I’m just going to look at the fu$&*+%# trees”. The whole car gets quiet. Ali asks “ what did you say Libby?” And clear as day she says “I’m just going to look at the fu$&*+%# trees”. Andrew and Ali start to laugh. I look st GB in disbelief but trying to belt out a big laugh. Now for those of you who don’t know, GB lays out some choice words every now and then…I just turn and look at him…now you really need to stop swearing. He has been sending me Facebook posts about how people who swear are smarter than others…well then our 3 almost 4 y/o must be Einstein! We explain to Libby that we don’t say that word and she quietly said “ok” and hopefully that is the end of it. I really don’t want to get the phone call from school as she starts 4K next year talking about her choice of words she uses during class😳

We spot elk and of course buffalo along the way, which now I feel we are pros at but alas no grizzlies yet😞. We arrive at the Grand Canyon and honest to God the parking lot for the Grand Canyon is smaller than a McDonald’s! We drove around in circles for about 15 minutes before some started backing out of their spot for us to take. As we approach the Canyon, we can hear the roar of the waterfalls which of course calls for picture taking! It is so crazy how diverse the different regions are in Yellowstone. The Grand Canyon is massive (I’ve never seen the Real Grand Canyon…so I consider this massive). The colors are unreal and the depth of the Canyon is just beyond words. We found a family to take our picture and laughed because his camera was about two times the size of mine and probably twice as expensive. GB explained that this was our first really nice camera and don’t make fun of us. The man and his family just laughed and said “you have to start somewhere right?!” We have now gotten in the habit of taking a smiling picture and a silly crazy picture with the kids along with selfies of each of us with them. Funny how habits just start like that. After the Grand Canyon, we stopped in Canyon Village for lunch and of course more souvenir shopping. I had a huckleberry soda which I guess is popular around these parts. I think there is a reference some where to Teddy Roosevelt but I am too lazy to switch over to google to check it out 😜. I ate a 1/3 lb bison/elk burger which was delicious. A little bit more dense than a burger and not as greasy, yummy all the same! Libby scarfed down her PB and J as if we have never fed her. The couple next to us just eyed her in disbelief. The couple also showed up with refillable cups that apparently if you bring them they will refill for free after you purchase the cup. In eavesdropping to the conversation they were having with the wait staff, apparently that cup is about 15 years old! Way to get your money’s worth out of that cup folks! Our waiter was from Tulsa OK. I told him how I had worked at St. Francis (otherwise known as the pink hospital). He then proceeded to tell me that is where his Grandma died. Wow buddy...way to kill the mood! I apologized and tried to change the subject. GB likes to bring up "Atomic Burrito" which is a Mexican place in Tulsa that GB and I loved to go to while I worked in Tulsa. Sad news for those of you who now want to go there...our waiter informed us that it closed down!!!😳. He said there is a new place there now and he was part owner. He said the food was good but for the life of me I can't remember the name of it. Oh well! Just a little sad that the Atomic Burrito is no longer there...but what a name right?! It really draws you in so if anyone out there is up for running a business, grab that name!!! Talking to the waiter and just enjoying Yellowstone got GB thinking and hence our retirement plan was born. Our new plan is to buy and RV and come out to Yellowstone. I would work on site as an employee and we would be able to camp out on the grounds. GB would work from the RV via satellite as wifi's are nonexistent. I would either work at one of the shops or I am also thinking I can start studying now to become a park ranger!!! That way by the time I retire I will be knowledgeable in all things Yellowstone and forestry stuff. We also saw there are people called Campground Hosts. GB and I dubbed them almost the RA of the campground. I always wanted to be an RA because I had amazing ones (name drop JenRA!). They basically drive around the site in a golf cart making sure no shenanigans are going on, help with traffic, monitor wildlife aka visiting elk and buffalo and just help out as needed. They then park their RV on the campsite and have a little American flag by their camper along with a carved wooden sign that says "Campground Host." If I was feeling adventurous I could make little outdoor tags for new campers to hang on their campsite number just like RAs did for our door decals on holidays and birthdays! I then mentioned to GB that what if the kids wanted to visit us in the summer when they are off from school...to which GB answers..."tough luck!" My he moves on so quickly. My plan is to do a little research once I get home to see what this all entails...I am super excited to bad I have to wait 15 years or so till Libby's in college...but hey it's good to have goals!! Ok...back to the trip! After lunch we head out for the Lamar valley to scope out some animals. We did make a pit stop at the mud volcano which was also super cool. Andrew got a kick out of it...GB was not too fond of the smell. We got some pics and walked around. Kids again stayed close by (awesome) and definitely became familiar with the sign that read "danger, thermal area ahead." We trekked up to the north east corner of Yellowstone and the Lamar Valley seeing lots of Elk and bison. We then got to a crossing point: continue on the Lamar Valley and turn around or head to the Mammoth Hot Springs to do a loop we had not done before. We had heard that you would be able to go swimming and we had our swim gear in the car...so...Mammoth Hot Springs it is! Mammoth Hot Springs is in the north east corner of Yellowstone. We made the drive seeing more animals and finally approached the hot springs. The rock formations are a bright white color due to (don't quote me) but the chemicals from the hot springs eroding on the stone. This one was a hike up. We hadn't done much hiking with Libby but we thought we could tackle this one. Lots of walking and stairs but the older two were pretty excited so off we went. By 1/4 of the way through Libby was done. She complained for pretty much 90% of the hike up and down. I tried to distract her the best I could and there were moments she was great but most of the time she was just tired and hot. A couple tantrums happened and a couple "pretend leave behinds" were performed by me and she would come running up saying she was sorry but still she would just revert back to her "I am tired of walking and my legs don't want to walk anymore." As we made the loop back around and were nearing our car, there happened to be a family that was behind us for the last half of the hike down. I then said to Libby "Was that really bad?" to which she said "No, not bad at all Momma!" The family behind us just laughed! We got back in the car and the kids settled down with snacks and cold drinks as we made the trek back to the campsite. On the way back, we got stopped by construction. We are sitting there just gabbing when we noticed people were getting out of their cars and looking into the valley next to us taking pictures. GB noticed it first "look Bears!" The whole car got excited. Sure enough there was a momma grizzly and her baby just foraging through the grass I would say 50 yards away and walking closer. I grab my camera and start sitting on the window to get a closer look...no way I am getting out of the car...that's a freaking momma bear...I needed the safety of my car. But here goes waking up, what had to be 12 y/o girl with a camera trying to get up close for a shot. She was way braver than me that's for sure! I went camera crazy taking pics as they got closer. We were stopped because it was a one lane road in front of us and they were letting on coming traffic trough so we had plenty of time. I felt scared for the construction worker who had to stand near the edge waving traffic through and at the same time reprimand people who were getting too close for their safety. It was then our turn to go through but I kept snapping photos as we got closer. Super exciting!!! We finally got to see a bear! Now I know I can go to Milwaukee Zoo and see bears anytime but it is just so much different seeing them on their turf...super cool! We made it back to our campsite and all the kids were famished...I mean it had been 1.5 hours since the last time they ate!!! We are literally starving them!!! Well now it was my turn to cook and we were having pizza pudgie pies for dinner! It took 1 practice attempt (one side got completely charred) but after that it went decent. The kids liked the change from hot dogs and spaghettios and I liked that I was able to cook a little instead of GB. It also involved easy clean up which I also was a big fan of. Don't get me wrong, I love when GB fires up with skillet and Le Crueset pans (yes that is what we use for camping cooking) but they are just a pain to wash in general and on top of having a super small sink it makes the task doubly challenging. We roasted some marshmallows but unfortunately the mosquitoes were so bad we had to call it in early so we wouldn't get eaten alive. We had bug spray but GB didn't want the kids getting in his bed if they had spray on them...there's the germaphobe I know and love! Ali and I enjoyed a nice walk at dusk through the open field near our site. We got some beautiful pics of the night sky and a couple selfies of us gorgeous gals with the gorgeous backdrop. It was kind of nice having quiet time with just me and Al. I usually have the littlest attached at my hip so we don't get a whole lot of alone time. This was perfect! We headed back to the RV and got ready for bed. It was our last night in Yellowstone. Everyone talked about what they liked the best...all 3 said the bears! GB and I enjoyed as much as we could outside with the mosquitoes before we just had to come in. Our last night in Yellowstone...2 days went by fast. There was so much more to see but we were limited by the youngest with regard to hiking and climbing. I think we did the best we could do for us and hat I am happy with. We saw so much and did so much that I really can't complain at all. The weather has been absolutely perfect with not a raindrop to be found and only clear skies above us. GB did it right in planning this trip and who knows when we will be back. The sure thing is we WILL be back! Good night Yellowstone!

[megamanxfanfics]

S.IV - Episode 0:  A Different World

Written by Metal-Man-X

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-fade in-

 Caption:  November, 2119.  1 year ago.

 Shield Sheldon looks up at Dr. Doppler in fear.  He has blood-stained hands.

 SHIELD SHELDON: Doctor… It’s not… how it looks.

 Just then, MAGMA DRAGOON, TURIAN, TETHLON, BLIZZARD, BLAZE, FRENZY FOXKIT and FREEZE ALOPEX from the 14th Special Investigations Unit teleport in.

 MAGMA DRAGOON: (growling) What’s going on here!!?

 DR. DOPPLER: MAVERICK!!!!

 Dr. Doppler points the blame at Shield Sheldon.

 TURIAN: Sheldon, what happened to Dr. Jim?

 SHIELD SHELDON: (afraid) I-its… not how it looks…

 FREEZE ALOPEX: Mhm… That’s what they all say…

 -Flash-

 TURIAN: You’re outnumbered, friend. Stand down.

 SHIELD SHELDON: I won’t!

 GATE: Sheldon, pleeease.  You’re making this worse for everyone.

 SHIELD SHELDON: My purpose.. was to protect important people like Dr. Jim, no matter what the cost.  And I failed him!  I failed you!!

 DR. DOPPLER: (angry) You KILLED him!

 -Flash-

 SHIELD SHELDON: (stressed, panicking) N..n-NOOOOO! Its too late!! None of you will believe me!! There is no future for me here… I can’t take this.. This is no way to live!  ..n..No way to liiive!

 Shield Sheldon duplicates himself in 4 Shield shells that fire powerful cross-shots in an X formation.  He then teleports towards the middle, without his shield guards, and allows the shells to fire at him at point blank range.

 -Flash-

 GATE: Sheldon! Don’t do this!! Let the Maverick Hunters bring you in for questioning!

 -Flash-

 Shield Sheldon fires rapid fire at himself from his guard shells.

 SHIELD SHELDON: GAAAUUgghhh-IIIII don’t deserve to Liiiiiive!!!

 His body starts to take corrosive damage as it gives way to a massive explosion at the center of the room.

 -White Out-

 ALIA: (o.s) Hey!

 -cut to-

--------------------------------------------------------  INT. LAYE LABS - Gate’s Office - DAY --------------------------------------------------------- 

GATE: Huh?

 Gate shakes off his day dream and looks up at his colleague, ALIA from his desk chair.

 ALIA: Are you listening to me at all, silly??

 His Co-worker and Companion tilts her head as she smiles down at him and hands him a tablet.

  Caption:  June, 2120.  5 months ago.

  GATE: Sorry, I…-

 ALIA: Isn’t it great!!!?  /The Sky Lagoon has officially launched!!!

 Gate does a double take at the article on the tablet.  It boasts a large picture of a spectacular Colony in the sky.  Suddenly his mind is in a much better place.

 GATE: (gasping) That’s fantastic!!  And to think…. Our humble little practice helped make that happen.

 ALIA: (giddy) Uh huh!  Every little contribution helped the Reploid Research Foundation fund this Amazing Project.  And now it’s a real thing!  OH! Could you imagine ever getting transferred there!!? 

 GATE: Haha!  Now, now.  Let’s not get carried away.

 ALIA: I know…. But, my goodness.  To work and live in a beautiful city like that in the sky?  (sigh) A girl can dream…

 She takes her tablet back, and playfully bops him on the head with it.  Then she walks out of his office.

 GATE: Hm.

 He finally lets out a short smile as he looks out of his window.

 [INSERT TITLE SCREEN]

Megaman X - Season IV.

Episode 0:  A Different World

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-Fade in to a peaceful meadow on a sunny day.-

 Caption:  June 5th, 2120.

 Tall trees provide shade around the hills of Pine Meadow Cemetery as a large community of Reploids is gathered around a gravestone.

 -Zoom in on the headstone, which reads: -

EDWIN LAURENCE CAIN

Beloved Doctor, Creator and Father of all Reploids

Sept. 22 2047                        -            June 1 2120

 Reploids, Maverick Hunters and Repliforce Soldiers join in a circle around a human pastor who begins his eulogy.

 PASTOR: Before we begin, I would like to introduce myself.  My name is Reverend Jonathon Crowne, but you can all call me Pastor John.

 Some reploids smile at this. Others take in a breath of fresh air.  While others remain grim and exasperate with something of a sigh.

 PASTOR JOHN: …I have had the pleasure of knowing Edwin through the Church of our Holy Father.

  X, the light blue Reploid who felt like a son to Dr. Cain, folds his hands as he looks down at the ground with a solemn face.  ZERO, his partner and trusted friend looks down at X with concern.  Nearby IRIS and COLONEL of the Repliforce take note of X’s disposition as they listen to the pastor.

 PASTOR JOHN: It was there that I discovered this man’s unique faith in the Lord. It was not only his devotion to God, but to all Mankind, which made him stand out in our Community. It is.. unfortunate that he no longer has any living relatives from his Biological Family to join us here, today.  However… It is that same fact, that makes your presence here even more special.  …He created a new family when he created Reploids like yourselves.

 -pan back to the reploids in the crowd-

 The 17th Elite Unit lightly smile at the Pastor’s words from behind X while Zero’s Shinobi Unit share their leader’s indifference. 

 As the Eulogy proceeds, X’s mind begins to wander.

 X: (v.o, thinking) Hm…. He created his own family after he met me… I still remember that ride home…

 -ripple effect-

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LOCATION E… – Doctor Light’s Mountain Lab - DAY

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Caption: April 16, 2114

X marvels at the sight of a large Nom Corp. aircraft hovering outside and anchoring itself to the mountain with a landing ramp.

X: Whoa!  What’s that?

Doctor Cain smiles at his extraordinary discovery.  He can’t believe what he’s found and couldn’t wait to see the look on his crew’s faces when they saw X.

DR. CAIN: That’s for us.  We’re going home.

X: (quizzical) Home??

At that moment, a Pilot and two of his Crewmen step out onto the landing ramp.

PILOT: Hey there, Dr. Cain. What's the rush? You were only gone for a week.

 CREWMAN 1: Yeah, Doc!

 CREWMAN 2: Did you find something good?

 DR. CAIN: (pleased, excited) Good morning, gentlemen. I would like to introduce you to my new friend, X.

 X walks up to the airship; Dr. Cain following closely behind him.  He waves to the crew with a smile.

 X: (smiling) Hello.

 CREWMAN 2: Whooooaaaa, we got a robooooot!

 X: (confused) Huh?

 Dr. Cain clears his throat loudly, causing the excitement to die down.

 DR. CAIN: (ordering) Show some respect!  This is more than a mere robot.  This is a person!

 CREW: Uhhh, okay.

 As they enter the ship, the crew all look at Dr. Cain like he's insane.  The Co-Pilot lays eyes on X from the inside and reacts accordingly.

 CO-PILOT: What the-

 DR. CAIN: (Commanding Authority) This is X, and starting today he is going to be a new member of our team!

  The Pilot quickly walks by and gets back to his seat as Doctor Cain leads X to a window seat where they can begin to settle in.

 PILOT: (wary) Yeah sure…  You got it.

 DR. CAIN: Now... I promised X a nice view of the sky as we enjoy our flight back home. I expect you'll show him just as much respect as you show me.

 The pilot clears his throat and the rest of the crew scatter back to their posts.

 PILOT: Uh... of course, sir. Whatever you say.

 -fade to-

Moments later they are up in the air.  Once the initial excitement of being airborne has faded into normalcy, X’s mind fills with questions once again.

X: Um…  Dr. Cain?

DR. CAIN: Yes, X?

X: Where’s ‘home’?

DR. CAIN: What’s that?

X: You mentioned that we were going home.  Where is that?

DR. CAIN: Oh. Well… I meant that we are leaving South America and heading to our base in North America.

X: (gradually more confused) Oh… What is a base?

DR. CAIN: A base is.. um…  Well, it’s a place of operation.  A place for people to work.  It is where you and I will work together to help build positive relationships towards humans and robots.

X: Oh okay.  That makes sense.  So… is that my purpose in life?

Dr. Cain is surprised at X’s completely open question. 

DR. CAIN: (answering carefully) Well… I think you were created… to make that decision for yourself.  However, at Nom Corp. I feel like you and I could begin to-

X: (interrupting) What’s Nom Corp.?

DR. CAIN: (explaining) Oh…  That’s where you and I are going.  That’s where I work.

X: (curious) Why?

DR. CAIN: (muttering) This is going to be a long ride…

 -ripple effect-

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EXT. PINE MEADOW CEMETARY – DAY

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X lightly chuckles to himself as the pastor proceeds with the eulogy.  Then his smile quickly fades into numbness once again.

 PASTOR JOHN: At this time I would like to share a poem by American Poet, Bessie A Stanley, called “He has achieved success”:

He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much:

 -Pan to the Reploids from the 15th Research Department who had worked the closest with Doctor Cain.-

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has enjoyed the trust of pure women,

-Pan to Iris and Colonel who stand alongside the Repliforce GENERAL.-

PASTOR: (continuing) …the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children;

-ICE WOLFE, WHITE WOLF and NIGHT WOLF of the 13th Unit Wolfpack nuzzle their sad young pups.  The 5th Unit Police Squadron stand by them with folded arms.

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has filled the niche and accomplished his task;

The 11th Unit Medics and 12th Unit Miners nod. 

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has left the world better than he found it;

X looks up to the sky while Zero looks away.

PASTOR: (continuing) …whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;

ZARRICK, an ex-Maverick Hunter smiles from the back along with his friends GEAR-RIG and SKID. Despite leaving the group, they are still close friends to their former Unit, the 9th Special Ops Battalion, who stand by them.

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has never lacked appreciation of Earth’s beauty or failed to express it;

The 16th Environmental Unit perk up and smile at the thought.

PASTOR: (continuing) …who has always looked for the best in others and given the best he had.

Pan over to CAPTAIN, the Commander of the Maverick Hunters who frowns.  The 7th & 8th Armored Air Cavalry stand with the 6th Maritime Unit as they comfort one another.

PASTOR: Whose life was an inspiration; Whose memory a benediction.

With folded arms, Magma Dragoon shares a stern nod with his grim, 14th Unit.

The Pastor looks at them after finishing his reading.  Then he takes a deep breath.

 PASTOR: To say that Doctor Cain was a good man is an understatement.  He was a diligent scientist, a dignified scholar and a gentleman.  He put his heart and soul into all of his work, and gave it to you; his children.  He was the type of person who would stop everything, no matter how important, just to make sure you were having a good day.

X sniffles at the reminder.

PASTOR: These are the qualities that bring us to God.  They allow us to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and grant us a life Eternal peace and happiness.

X nods as he lets out a breath of relief, while Zero sighs with rolled eyes.

ZERO: (v.o, thinking) What a crock...

PASTOR: On Earth, his legacy will continue to thrive now and forever through you; his Reploids.  But I'd like to think that somewhere up in the sky… right now Doctor Cain is already working on his next exciting project.

He offers a warm smile and allows time for a brief pause.

PASTOR: Thank you for joining me this afternoon.  This concludes our service for today.

-pan up to the sky above-

 NARRATOR: (v.o) Personal Log:  File - 00

Today was the passing of my creator.  And to be honest, it was quite numbing to my sensory receptors, for I had never even met him. However, his Eulogy was so moving. So touching to the DNA Soul… that it feels as if I’d known him throughout the entirety of my short life.

Which is impossible, considering that my Pod would never activate had the circumstances…. Well anyway… 

Dr. Cain's notes must live on through me now...  But who am I?? For now, just consider me an observer. In time, I think the entire Reploid Community will come to know me very well.

 -pan down to the ground -

 With Doctor Cain's coffin freshly buried in place, there is no need for the Reploids to congregate at Pine Meadow Cemetery any longer.  The Maverick Hunters and Repliforce begin to bid each other farewell.

 NARRATOR: (v.o) He was clearly loved by his peers, the Maverick Hunters. 

 We see members of the 5th - 9th Unit slowly leave the area as they console one another.

 - Pan to SLASH BEAST, JET STINGRAY and  STORM OWL of The Repliforce, who slowly take their leave. –

 NARRATOR: (v.o) The Repliforce seemed a bit more distant, but their mere presence was honorable.  Dr. Cain was clearly a highly respected member of their Community.  I can only hope that I would receive such high regard in the future, given the chance.  In the meantime though, I shall follow through with his Initial Plans.  I will monitor the progress of The Maverick Hunters and The Repliforce carefully.  He trusts that my A.I Processor will allow me to decide which faction to join when the time comes. 

 The 11th - 14th Unit slowly file out of the cemetery towards their Squadron Carriers.

 NARRATOR: (v.o) My only question is…. if both organizations are cooperatively working in tandem towards the same goal…. How will I know the difference…?  I trust that this will be answered in time.  Or perhaps that is just another mystery to life, that I’ve yet to discover…

 As most of the Reploids in attendance clear the area, Captain shakes General’s large hand with two of his own.  Their Silver and Gold bodies shine against the sun as the whiskers on their faces bear an uncanny resemblance.  Although General is approximately 3 feet taller than him, Captain cannot help but smile at his Repliforce counterpart and like him more, simply out of vanity.

 CAPTAIN: Thank you for coming.

 GENERAL: Of course.  I wish I could stay and join you for the reception, but I must return to Headquarters.

 CAPTAIN: No worries, General.  We shall meet for lunch another time.. I must be on my way as well.

 -pan over a short distance from the two-

 Colonel, the General’s second in command, and his sister Iris stay behind to make sure X and Zero are okay.

IRIS: This is so sad!!  How are we going to live without him now!!?  Everything’s going to be so different!

X sniffles at her raw display of emotion.

She buries her head into Zero’s chest, who comforts her with a light rub on the back.

ZERO: I know, I know….   But its gonna be alright.  All we have is each other now…

Colonel gives Zero a crooked look out of his periphery. Innocent as it may be, the sight of Zero's hand running through her long hair while rubbing her back bothers him. 

X’s tears stream down his cheeks very slowly as he lets them go. He needs them for release at this point. Otherwise he felt like he would internally combust.

 COLONEL: Are you okay, X? 

X: (shaken) I…  I will be. 

Colonel marvels at the state of X.  No other reploid has ever been designed to emote at such a capacity.  So what made him so special?

X: (crying, upset) It’s just…  He was.. like a. ff..ahAhather to me.. And now he’s gone!!!!

 X could not contain his sadness any longer. Embarrassing as his sobbing might be, with each sniffle, a brief wave of relief would pass over him, before the weight of his loss came down once again. 

Colonel places a firm hand on X’s shoulder.

 COLONEL: Don’t cry, X.  There’s nothing more you can do…

IRIS: Don’t say that. He doesn’t need to hear that right now!

ZERO: Its true…

IRIS: Hey!!  That’s not nice! 

X: Its okay Iris..  I know what they mean.

 ZERO: Stay strong brother. We're gonna get through this.

 X: I know… 

X becomes numb as his drying tears swell his cheeks, just under the eyelids.

 COLONEL: Gentlemen, if there’s anything that we can do…. Please let us know.  We are here for you. 

X nods and lets out a short smile.

X: Thank you, I know… 

COLONEL: The Repliforce are your brothers in arms and comrades in life.  Do not forget that the good Doctor created Iris and I as well.  That means that the link between us can never be severed! 

X smiles again and nods feeling better.

 ZERO: Thanks Colonel. Its great to know that you have our back when we're down.  We're not really used to that.

X: You were.. a great help to us on Laguz Island, last week.  Thank you for everything. 

ZERO: (smiling) What, this guy!? He didn’t do anything. His troops did all the work! 

Zero mocks the Colonel in jest as Iris gasps.

COLONEL: Excuse me?

ZERO: (mocking) All you had to do was sit in your fancy chair next to General, I bet!!

IRIS: (offended, worried) Zero!! 

ZERO: Relaax, I’m only kidding.  Cernie knows that. 

COLONEL: …Who do you think sent Out those troops and directed them you nit-wit!?  …and don’t call me that! I already told you. No nicknames in public… 

Colonel starts to lighten up and show a bit of good humor as he adjusts his hat with a sheepish grin.

Zero shares a look with the Colonel and they both burst out laughing.

X’s emotions jump from worried to confused.  Unsure as to why or how, for some reason Zero was very chummy with the Repliforce Colonel.  X believes it might have had something to do with their training sessions this summer.

 GENERAL: (calling out) Colonel!  …Time to go.

 Colonel turns to his superior and offers a respectful salute. 

COLONEL: Yes sir.

He turns back around.

COLONEL: Well, I must be going.  You take care of yourselves; especially you, X. 

He turns around and walks away.

ZERO: Hey Colonel! We still on for sparring on Tuesday?

COLONEL: You know it, bud.

With that, Colonel runs off to the General and teleports away with him.

IRIS: I'd like to stick around for the reception if that’s okay with you… 

Zero's eyes brighten up as his smile grows wider.

ZERO: (excited) Yeah! That sounds great.

 He looks at Iris and puts his arm around her. Then he starts to lead them to the front gate.

She rests her head on his impressive bust as her cheeks flush into a rosy red complexion.

 X follows behind the two with a melancholy face.

 X: (v.o, thinking, sighing) Oh Marty…  We were never like that, but Damn do I miss you…

 -a purple flash blinks on the screen-

 An image of BERKANA, a wicked, but beautiful witch, lustfully sitting on top of X's pelvis passes by.

 X quickly shakes the image out of his mind.

 X: (whispering) God Damn it, Berkana…

 -       Fade to-

 NARRATOR: (v.o) Recently the Maverick Hunters and the Repliforce have endured a hardship at Laguz Island.  Berkana, a once respected Scientist, unethically experimented with artificial reploid resurrection.  She did so by taking the existing DNA Souls, or 'Erasures', of ordinary reploid citizens and placing them into the bodies of formerly deceased Mavericks.  Within minutes, every Maverick the Hunters had ever defeated were alive once again. This became known as “The Erasure Incident”.  But they had help in the Repliforce…

-fade to-

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Caption:  June 1st, 2120

A large reploid with slicked back blonde hair sits at a table with a stamp, quickly reviewing the paperwork of new Repliforce Recruits.  His nametag reads “RED”.

In line, SPIRAL PEGASUS and JET STINGRAY are waiting to be cleared for duty.

After looking everything over carefully, Red firmly stamps both forms, looks up at the two and smiles.

RED: Okay!  Jet Stingray and Spiral Pegasus. Welcome to Repliforce.  Your Commanding Officers are in the next room.

He shakes their hands and points them to the door, where they meet their Team Leaders TIDAL WHALE and STORM OWL in the next room.  Standing by them are team leaders; SLASH BEAST and FROST WALRUS.

-cut to-

A grainy image of a Repliforce air carrier looming over Laguz Island appears.  The back hatch is open to reveal the team ready for battle.

 At each dash, quick grainy images of the Repliforce attacking Mavericks on Laguz Island pass by.

 NARRATOR: (v.o) With the help of /Storm Owl, /Spiral Pegasus, /Slash Beast, /Burn Dino-Rex, /Tidal Whale, /Jet Stingray and an Ex-Maverick Hunter known as /Web Spider, the Repliforce were able to defeat every revived Maverick by nightfall. 

/Storm Owl clashes cyclones against tornadoes with Storm Eagle.

/Spiral Pegasus blasts heavy winds at Flame Stag.

/Slash Beast savagely slashes Gravity Beetle to death.

/Burn Dino-Rex roasts Morph Moth.

/Tidal Whale overpowers Wheel Gator.

/Jet Stingray destroys Bubble Crab.

/Web Spider feeds on Armored Armadillo's fried corpse.

NARRATOR: (v.o) Maverick Hunter X and Zero were able to quell the threat of Berkana within 24 hours.  But there was another threat too, that came to everyone as a surprise.  It was what caused my creator's heart attack.  And given his data files… I'm not entirely convinced that he won’t return from the grave once again...

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In a dark, dank Lab room, ISOC, a tall, sinister Reploid Researcher with red eyes and a distinguished white beard works with his new partner.

????: Muahahahaha!  At last the time has come!!

The small mushroom-themed reploid rubs his hands in anticipation.

ISOC: Yes, Split Mushroom.  It’s time to bring our master to the physical plane.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Hehehehe!!  I can hardly wait.

On the large display monitor, SIGMA can be seen in his virus grid-like form, with a large purple aura surrounding his large face.  Standing next to him is CYBER PEACOCK, who looks pleased.  While Sigma failed to destroy the Hunters on the physical plane, he was able to successfully revive him in cyber space.

SIGMA: (filtered) I trust that you have created the form I designed this time?

Isoc and Split Mushroom look at the body behind them lying dormant on a work table.  It is draped underneath a thick black cloak.

ISOC: Yes sir.  We followed every specification you desired.

SIGMA: Splendid.  Then let’s get on with it.

ISOC: Indeed.

He types in commands and points to Split Mushroom who quickly runs to another console and pulls a lever.

A pointed terminal from the ceiling slowly points toward the body as the device warms up with power.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: (grinning) Hehehee! Very soon, very soon!

ISOC: Stand by.  Priming the converter.

The triangular tip of the ceiling terminal opens up to display a pointed barrel of a laser gun.

ISOC: Get ready for transfer…   Applying the DNA Signature...

A mechanical cylinder within the barrel of the terminal glows with purple energy.  On the display monitor, Sigma's large head slowly begins to stretch and funnel through a digital terminal.

SIGMA: Whoa whoa whoooaaaa!

ISOC: You’re going to feel a pinch, sir.  Be patient.  Not much longer now.

SIGMA: Ohhh, God! 

His purple energy and grid-like face flatten into a straight line as he is virtually siphoned from the Cyber Network and his DNA Signature is transferred into the Energy Converter behind them.

SIGMA: Aaaaagh!

SPLIT MUSHROOM: He's in!

SIGMA: Note to self.  If I EVER die again..  I need to learn how to phase through the Network in my Virus Form.

ISOC: Fire on my Mark.

Isoc rushes over to the body and makes sure that it is lined up in proximity to the Energy Converter.  Then he shuffles a safe distance away and looks over to his assistant.

ISOC: Now!!

Split Mushroom fires the device and successfully blasts a ray of Sigma's DNA Signature into his new body.

The dormant body on the table comes to life with a spasm.  He jerkily sits up on the table as he slings the cloak around his back and puts his hood on.  Turning to his right, Sigma plants his feet on the ground and slowly stands up.  With the new cloak, he looks as foreboding as the Grim Reaper himself.

SIGMA: Heheheh. Thank you Gentlemen. That’s much better.

ISOC: It is our pleasure.  Now that Berkana is out of the way, what is our new plan?

SIGMA: Hm.. As I stated before…  This 'Repliforce' group could play a very strong hand in my favor this time around. If I could just find a way to manipulate them.

ISOC: Ahh.  ..But as I have brought up before, I think it would be wiser to add numbers to our operation before we attempt to overthrow any Armies.

SIGMA: Don’t misunderstand me, Isoc.  We won’t be overthrowing anyone. For now, we wait and gather information on the Repliforce.  There is still much we do not know about them.  I also agree that we could do with a little more.. company...

ISOC: Yes.  Well, this is Split Mushroom - the Reploid who formerly owned this Laboratory.  I rebuilt him as a Maverick to assist us in our efforts.

Split Mushroom looks up at them with an evil grin, eager to help.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Split Mushroom!  At your service.

He creates a duplicate of himself and they take a proud bow.  Then they dive back into each other as a singular entity once again.

SIGMA: Hmph.  I'm sure you could prove as a useful… distraction.

He gestures to the monitor screen, where Cyber Peacock is casually standing by.

SIGMA: You already know Cyber Peacock, I presume.  Courtesy of the Late Doctor Doppler. I'm sure he'll prove to be quite an asset to us.

Cyber Peacock unfurls his sharp deadly tail feathers and grins at the screen.

ISOC: Mm, yes indeed.

Sigma walks over to the computer and pulls up a file labeled DN.  On screen we are shown the blue print schematics of a bat-themed Reploid.

SIGMA: This is my latest design, Dark Necrobat.  We need to build him and finish completion as soon as possible.

ISOC: Ooh, what a remarkable design! Where did this come from?

SIGMA: I worked on it before paying a visit to Laguz Island.  If you and the Mushroom build him, I can focus my efforts on manipulating the Repliforce to do our bidding.

Isoc offers a sinister smile.

ISOC: Why stop there? Why not manipulate the Hunters as well to ensure that these two factions will both wipe each other out, completely!?

Sigma's eyes glow as they widen, impressed.

SIGMA: Ooh. I like the way you think. Yes… I think that could do just fine…

He strokes his chin and begins to grow inspired.

- Fade out –

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INT. REPLIFORCE SANCTUARY – Study – NIGHT

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- Fade in –

Caption: September – 2 months ago.

The General sits at a long table in a gigantic luxurious chair reading until he hears a knock on his door.

 GENERAL: Hm?

The Colonel walks in, humbly and apologetically.

COLONEL: General, I'd hate to bother you, but I've received some disturbing news.

GENERAL: Hm?

COLONEL: Our intel indicates that Sigma is still alive, sir.  And he’s requested an audience with you.

GENERAL: Then I shall meet with him.

COLONEL: But General, are you sure??

GENERAL: I have read his file. I am not intimidated by a Maverick whose true form seems to be that of a parasite. 

Colonel's eyes widen.

COLONEL: But sir-

GENERAL: I find it sad, really.  Why not sit with him and find out what he wants?

COLONEL: It could be a trap sir. What if he attacks you!?

General simply smiles.

GENERAL: That. Is something I'd like to see.

He cracks his knuckles as his huge hands create an echoing crack at the room. Then he folds them behind his head.

GENERAL: We shall discuss whatever he wants like civilized gentlemen. And if he tries anything, then that will be his last mistake.  I assure you.

Colonel looks at his superior with shock and awe.

COLONEL: Sir. For all our sakes, I hope you are right.

GENERAL: Fear not.  Let him in.  Soon we will all know what this is about.

-       Cut to –

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EXT/INT.  REPLIFORCE SANCTUARY – Study - NIGHT

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Thunder clashes on this stormy night, just outside of the Repliforce Sanctuary.  Inside, the large Golden General sits at a long table in his Study.  At the other end of the table is a cloaked figure who bears two eerie red scars across his face as lightning strikes against the window.  Sigma was back from the dead, no doubt. But how?

SIGMA: It’s about the Maverick Hunters, General. They are far too eager to please the humans, and continue to hunt down the Reploids. Do you believe they pose a significant threat? GENERAL: …Perhaps… SIGMA: You already know the truth, General. Their sole mission has been to destroy any Reploids who fail to do as the humans order! GENERAL: Hmm… SIGMA: (insistent) It’s in your best interest to stop them now, before they turn on you! You possess enough power to /destroy them! At the dash a heavy bolt of thunder and lightning strikes from nearby, ominously. The General lets the bolt of lightning flash by. He is unfazed by it completely as he seems to stare down his guest. GENERAL: …You are dismissed. 

SIGMA: (shocked) What?! GENERAL: I will not betray the humans. Remove yourself from my sight. My business with you has concluded…

SIGMA: (muttering, laughing) Eh, Heh heh heh… very well. But you will change your mind soon, I assure you! /Ha ha ha ha… HA HA HA HAH! At the dash, he gets up from his chair and walks away.  A spark emits from Sigma’s staff, resembling that of a very sinister, scythe. It is at that moment, where the General almost feels as if he had been paid a visit from the Grim Reaper himself.  Fortunately for him, he knows that logically such a thing could never possibly exist.

 Once he is gone, the General slumps in his chair and places his large right hand against his temple.  The Colonel knocks on his door and walks back in.

COLONEL: What happened sir?

GENERAL: …He means to start another war with the Maverick Hunters and the Humans.  And he dared ask for my help!

COLONEL: What the-?  He must be stopped!

GENERAL: No…

COLONEL: Huh?

GENERAL: The Maverick Hunters are our friends, but their battles are their own.  We will only engage with Sigma if he personally attacks our Armies.

COLONEL: But sir!!  At a time like this, we need to preserve Solidarity.

GENERAL: (shaking head, aggravated) We must remain Neutral.

COLONEL: Its what the Admiral would’ve wanted!!

GENERAL: (piqued) Well I’m not the Admiral!!!  All Leadership Programs have been placed in me!!  And I determine what’s best for us.  Not you.  Is that understood?

Colonel stares at his superior and slowly salutes his commanding officer.

COLONEL: My apologies sir.  I will leave you to your thoughts.

He abruptly turns around and walks toward the door.

COLONEL: (v.o, thinking) The Maverick Hunters..  X and Zero…!  If Sigma comes after you again, I hope you’ll be prepared for him.  For I fear that we may not be much help this time around…

-fade out-

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INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Training Room - DAY 

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Caption: November 5th, 2120 - TODAY

X stands in the middle of the Training room and channels all of his power.  A white-goldish aura surrounds his body as his normal blue armor is coated in white light by his helmet, chest, arms and legs. 

X: Hee-yah!

In a flash of power, X transforms into his Third Armor where he continues to power up.

X: (v.o, thinking) That’s it X.  Just keep pushing.  Dig deeper into your Potential. (aloud)  AaaaAAAHHHH!!!!!  HYPER MODE!!

X’s armor coats itself in Gold as his aura is shrouded in a continuously charged state.

X bends his knees and prepares to test his powers once again.  Despite this time of Peace, X has learned the hard way that he must continue to train his body in order to maintain his fullest potential.

X: /Yah!!

X dashes around the room across the floor and through the air at all angles as he leaves a trail of golden light behind him.

X: (v.o, thinking) Whatever comes next…  I need to be Ready!  (aloud) /Hah!  /Yah!!

X /punches the air, then turns around with a /kick.

X: (v.o, thinking) Doppler’s Army and his Nightmare Police almost ended us!  Then Berkana revived every reploid including an even more-powerful Sigma…  Never again.  NEVER AGAIN!!

X rages as he air-dashes high in the air, and feels his power heat up through his dash.  The reminder of his latest battle with Sigma burns him at his core, and he feels that heat begin to release itself externally.

X: AAAAGH!!!!

X’s Golden Armor fades into a darker shade of bronze and brown at his core, as his outer aura begins to turn purple.  He performs a flaming dash that exhausts his entire system and causes his armor to neutralize itself back into his blue form.

X: Whoa!!  /Ughgh!

He puts his hands out as his body /slams to the ground.

X: (panting, exhausted) Ah.. hah.  I.. can’t…  Ugh…  I can’t do it yet.

X slowly rises to his feet as he wipes the sweat off of his face.

X: There is definitely a higher plateau to be achieved…  I just can’t do it in this armor…

-cut to-

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INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Meeting Room – NIGHT

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MAGMA DRAGOON: YES!  I KNEW IT!!  Finally.  We’ve got some dirt on the Repliforce!

TURIAN: Hm??

At the 14th Unit Meeting Room, Magma Dragoon and his Unit continue to investigate the Repliforce’s activity at the surmised request of the deceased Dr. Cain.  In his final evaluation report, Dr. Cain declared “REPLIFORCE v3 proven ineffective and potentially dangerous,” however the reasoning for this report remained a mystery until now.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Its Burn Dino-Rex! I can’t believe it!  I KNEW something was off with him and here it is!!

FRENZY FOXKIT:  What are you on about, boss?

TETHLON: What did you find??

MAGMA DRAGOON: He has an Illegal Weapons Warehouse located in Southeastern Kenya and Repliforce doesn’t know anything about it.  He’s funding their own crime-prevention!  If word of this gets out, their whole organization is finished!!!

FRENZY FOXKIT: Whoooa.

BLIZZARD: Oh my God. 

BLAZE: This is huge!!

TURIAN: So what do you want to do??

MAGMA DRAGOON: I’m gonna pay the Maverick a visit myself. Have a little talk with him; Reptile to Reptile.

TURIAN: …You don’t want us to go with you?

MAGMA DRAGOON: No.  I can handle this myself.

BLIZZARD: What!?  But why??

MAGMA DRAGOON: Maybe we can negotiate and handle this peacefully for once.  The rest of the Repliforce are clean as a whistle and they were an immense help to us on Laguz Island.

FREEZE ALOPEX: But he’s a Maverick!  What if he fights you??

MAGMA DRAGOON He’s a Fire Element like me.  He can’t hurt me….

BLAZE: (insisting) By that logic, I’m a fire too!  At least let me go with you.

Magma Dragoon stubbornly shakes his head.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Nope.  I just want to talk to him.  I’ll make those intentions very clear. Coming as a full group would create a hostile environment.  And then you’d all be a liability if he doesn’t cooperate.

TURIAN: Hmph.  Well, it looks like you’ve made up your mind then…. Good luck, sir.

- fade to -

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EXT. SOUTH EASTERN KENYA – Illegal Weapons Warehouse – DAY

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Magma Dragoon teleports into the area and averts his eyes from the sun.  He walks amidst the patchy dirt looking for Burn Dino-Rex amongst a series of warehouses.

After a moment, he spots Burn Dino-Rex placing a crate of ammunition down in front of a huge stack of crates.  Then Burn Dino-Rex closes the gate behind him.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (casual) Hey…

BURN DINO-REX: (surprised) WHAT!?

He immediately turns around and gives Dragoon a look of fear.

Magma Dragoon takes out a badge and holds it in front of him.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (smiling) Maverick Hunter Special Investigations Unit.  Got a minute to talk?

BURN DINO-REX: I.. have nothing to say to you!

He immediately guards himself, ready for battle.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Now lets take it easy, friend. Engaging into battle will get us nowhere.  We’re both Fires.

BURN DINO-REX: (powering up) Hmmm, I don’t care!!!

He powers up into an aura of flame and dashes after him.

Magma Dragoon sighs and readies himself.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (sighing) So much for that…

He charges into a flame aura of his own and catches his hands, as they begin to pursue each other in a power struggle.

BURN DINO-REX: How did you find me!?  No one knows that I’m here!!!

MAGMA DRAGOON: I’m a detective.  It’s my job to know things like this.

BURN DINO-REX: You’re going to wish you never found me!

MAGMA DRAGOON: Is that a fact?

Magma Dragoon puts his right foot behind Burn Dino-Rex’s right leg and trips him to the ground, while still holding onto his arms.  The abrasive trip turns the move into a tackle as he holds him down on the ground.

BURN DINO-REX: Agh.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Stand down. I just.. want to.. talk!

BURN DINO-REX: Never!

He blasts a heavy wave of fire out of his mouth, which causes Magma Dragoon to lose his grip and cough.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Aghhh. –kuh- -kugh-  Come on man!!

Burn Dino-Rex punches him off and gets up.

BURN DINO-REX: Lets go!

MAGMA DRAGOON: (getting up) Ahh.  No!  You’re a member of the Repliforce who is engaging in Illegal Activities! You have no ground here!

BURN DINO-REX: You just had to stick your nose in my business.  Now I have to kill you.

MAGMA DRAGOON: No you don’t.  Our factions are allies.  If word of this got out, your whole organization would be compromised.

BURN DINO-REX: That’s why I cannot allow you to live.

Magma Dragoon shakes his head.

MAGMA DRAGOON: No man.  You don’t get it.  You can’t hurt me.  And we can’t be seen fighting!

BURN DINO-REX: Hahahaha.  You’re scared.  I get it..

He pounds a fist into his hand.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Hah.  Hardly…  I came here to help you out, you moron.  I tried to be nice and civil.  Maybe cut a deal with you.  …But if you’re too dimwitted to see that, then forget it.  I’ll just have to beat it out of you to cooperate.

BURN DINO-REX: Hrrraaaaahhhh!

MAGMA DRAGOON: Nyaaaaaahhhhh!!!!

The two flame up and run after each other with burning hands of fire.

-cut to-

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MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Meeting Room – NIGHT

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Turian, Tethlon, Blizz, Blaze, Frenzy Foxkit and Freeze Alopex watch the footage of Magma Dragoon’s failing negotiation with worried faces.

FRENZY FOXKIT: Aw no!!

BLIZZ & BLAZE: Shit.

TURIAN: I knew this was gonna happen!

TETHLON: What now??

FREEZE ALOPEX: Don’t interfere…!

They all turn to her.

14th UNIT: What?

FREEZE ALOPEX: He doesn’t want us there.  You heard him. We’d only be a liability.

BLIZZARD: Are you out of your mind?

BLAZE: What the Hell is wrong with you!?

FREEZE ALOPEX: Excuse me?

BLIZZARD: We have other powers than him.  Hell, if you and I double-teamed him, maybe we could stop him for good.

FREEZE ALOPEX: And what good would that do, huh?  The Repliforce are supposed to be our allies.  Doing that would only create problems.

BLIZZARD: Not if they knew all the facts…

TETHLON: (nervous, hopeful) L-Lets not give up hope yet…  Dragoon’s doing pretty okay out there.  Maybe he can.. calm him down and.. t-talk him out of it.

Just then, the power goes out for a second and comes back on.  The Satelitte Feed has cut off and only shows static.

FRENZY FOXKIT: What the-? 

BLIZZ & BLAZE: Shiiiit!

TETHLON: The power went out.

TURIAN: Damn it!  We’re offline.  We won’t be able to track his progress now.

FREEZE ALOPEX: That’s a sign!  Let’s just leave it alone.  He’s got this and doesn’t want us there.  Those were his orders.

BLAZE: …coward.

FREEZE ALOPEX: You know what?  I don’t have to take this.  Until I hear otherwise from our Leader, I’m outta here.  And you should all respect his wishes too.

She opens the door and walks out of the room.

BLAZE: Hah!  Look at her go!!  …Bitch.

Frenzy Foxkit turns to her, shaken to his core.

FRENZY FOXKIT: Are you KIDDING ME!!?  That’s my Sister!!  You guys are…  Unbelievable!!!

He grips his Spark Whip extra tight and resists the urge to hit her with it.  Or to hit something anyway.  Instead he just runs out of the room and follows his sister.

TETHLON: Aw jeez…  Now look at what you did.

BLAZE: Shut up Tethlon!

TURIAN: ALL OF YOU. BE QUIET!!! 

The group looks at him shocked.

TURIAN: I get that tensions are high right now, but I’m very disappointed in you right now.

BLAZE: We need to-

TURIAN: (Authoritative) We will WAIT HERE, until the System Reboots.  …Then we’ll decide whether or not we need to intervene.

-cut to-

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Magma Dragoon dashes after Burn Dino-Rex and throws flaming fists at him.

 MAGMA DRAGOON: /Hrrgh, /grr, /rrr!

Burn Dino-Rex blocks them all as he backs up with a grin on his face.  He turns to whip him with his fiery tail, but Magma Dragoon jumps up and flame kicks him hard in the head. 

BURN DINO-REX: Kaaaugh.

Burn Dino-Rex gets dizzy and falls to the ground as his head hits a hard rock.  The knock to his gears cause Dino-Rex to go into stasis as his eyes become vacant.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Oh shit…  He’s out cold.  Well good.  That means I can finally talk to him when he comes to.  Let’s see…

He looks around to see if there is an open warehouse where they can talk.  He’s also probably going to need to tie him down or something.

 Just then, Sigma teleports in.

 SIGMA: My my…  Well done Magma Dragoon!

Magma Dragoon turns around and is spooked by the sight of him.  He feels like he just spotted a ghost. 

MAGMA DRAGOON: (spooked) Haw!!

His eerie red scars glimmer through the black cloak as his blue eyes glow.

SIGMA: Well… I was kind of hoping to do this with Burn Dino-Rex, but this works out much better, I think. 

MAGMA DRAGOON: Wha-  What the…  Who are you?? Are you his weapons contact???

SIGMA: HAHAHAHAH.  Don’t be absurd.

 Sigma takes out his scythe and stabs Magma Dragoon with it right in the chest.

 MAGMA DRAGOON: Gaaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aahh!!!!

 Magma Dragoon is shocked at his core as dark purple energy seems to seep into his armor.

SIGMA: You have a lot of darkness in you. I can sense it.  You always have..

MAGMA DRAGOON: (confused, hurt) D-..darkness?

He tries to grip the scythe and fight it, but it just shocks his hand.  He has no choice but to bear the pain and succumb to the darkness within.  He falls to his knees.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Gaaaaah.

SIGMA: Yeees.  That’s it.  Look further into yourself and think about what it is that you really want.

 MAGMA DRAGOON: …to be the strongest.

 He grins evilly.

 SIGMA: Yes.  You want to be the best.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Better than… X.. and Zero!!  It should be ME!!!

SIGMA: Yeeess.  That’s it.  Now you’re beginning to see.

 Magma Dragoon looks up and squints his eyes at the cloaked figure.  Then he starts to realize who he’s speaking to.

 MAGMA DRAGOON: You’re Sigma!

SIGMA: Yes.  It is I…  Come to reap your soul and show you the way.

Magma Dragoon nods his head in agreement, corrupted.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (dark, epiphany) I DO want to fight them.  I want to defeat them.  I always wanted to!!  Just to wipe that smug look off of their faces.

SIGMA: Hahahaha!!  I can give you that chance… I can grant you that power. If you just do one thing for me.  

He looks up at his dark master in awe.

 MAGMA DRAGOON: Name it.

 SIGMA: Take down the Sky Lagoon.

 MAGMA DRAGOON: ..The Research Colony?  Why??

 SIGMA: A grand gesture such as that marks the perfect return of Lord Sigma to his adoring public!!

Magma Dragoon looks up at him in awe.

MAGMA DRAGOON: O..okay.  I’ll do it.

SIGMA: Splendid!

He takes his scythe out from his core and allows Magma Dragoon to stand.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (mystified, brainwashed, perplexed) But first… I h-had.. unfinished business here… with /him!

He looks down at Burn Dino-Rex and points at his comatose body once he remembers why he was there. 

SIGMA: Yes.  Please attend to your business.  I’ll see to it that he cooperates with you completely.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Huh?

SIGMA: Not only will you two agree to keep this little operation hush hush, but in turn, he will allow you to join the Repliforce.  That way everyone here can reeeeally learn to trust each other!

He puts an unsettlingly soothing hand on Magma Dragoon’s shoulder as he leads him towards Burn Dino-Rex.

Sigma reaps Burn Dino-Rex’s soul with his scythe and injects his own dark influence into his core, just like he did with Magma Dragoon.

SIGMA: There.  That should wake him up.

CYBER PEACOCK: (o.s, filtered) Lord Sigma!  Come in.

Sigma receives a com-link from his faithful servant, Cyber Peacock.

SIGMA: (whispering) What is it Peacock?

CYBER PEACOCK: (o.s, filtered) I’m holding the signal for as long as you need, but if we want to make this look authentic, you need to leave soon.

SIGMA: Very well.  I’ve done what is necessary.

MAGMA DRAGOON: Hm?

Sigma turns to his new pawn and smiles.

SIGMA: It is time for me to take my leave.  But when the time is right you shall receive my signal.  And then we will all get what we want.

Magma Dragoon offers a crooked smile, as Sigma disappears.

Standing in front of Burn Dino-Rex’s fallen body, he looks down at his fist with a dark grin.

MAGMA DRAGOON: (v.o, thinking) Soon, X and Zero.  I will show you  how powerful I really am!

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INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Meeting Room – DAY

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Turian, Tethlon, Blizzard and Blaze gasp as the satellite feed finally links back up to their monitor.

 TETHLON: (gasp) Hey it’s back!

TURIAN: Finally…  That took longer than usual.

BLIZZARD: Heeey guys look!  He did it.

BLAZE: (smiling) Son of a bitch.  He pulled it off.

TETHLON: Hahaha, look at him!  He’s so smug, I love it.

 Turian runs over to the console and com-links into Magma Dragoon.

TURIAN: Sir!  You did it!!

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EXT. SOUTH EASTERN KENYA – Illegal Warehouses – DAY

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Magma Dragoon stirs at the sudden sound of his companion’s voice.

 MAGMA DRAGOON: Huh!?

TURIAN: (o.s, filtered) We lost the feed there for a second, but it looks like everything turned out all right!

MAGMA DRAGOON: (dark) Heheh. HAHAHAH!!!  Yeees, it did.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I still need to talk to this worthless piece of garbage.

TETHLON: (o.s, filtered, stoked) Hahaha, ohhh man!  He is fired Up!!

 Magma Dragoon smiles at this.

 MAGMA DRAGOON: I’ll be home soon guys.  Closing Communication now.

 He walks over to Burn Dino-Rex and grabs him by the collar of his armor.

 -Freeze Frame. Grainy Effect-

 NARRATOR: (v.o) Unknown to the Maverick Hunters, Magma Dragoon has been possessed by Sigma!  Unknown to the Repliforce, Burn Dino-Rex has been illegally storing and selling weapons to crime organizations all around the World.  What this Secret Partnership between Sigma, Dragoon and Dino-Rex may result in, I do not know.  But it doesn’t bode well for our future.  That is for sure.