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exovapor · 3 years ago

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The Adventure - TMNT Bitches: Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9: Enter the She Turtles

· Kari watches the elevators with anticipation and feels a wave of giddiness at as the doors slide open and two of her TMNT peeps step out into the crowded hotel lobby. Kassie’s shorter frame leading the way in her TMNT t-shirt, jeans, and ‘Raph’ shoes, cute leather lace-up sandals, that she bought specifically for this occasion. Holly following, her blonde head bobbing through the crowd, in her own TMNT swag, jean shorts, and green Converse tennis shoes.

· Kari is practically bouncing when they finally walk up to join her near the receptionist station, she looks like a cat who has eaten the canary, her grin is so wide.

· “You look mighty happy”, Holly chirps out in her thick country-southern accent. “Yes, you look as happy if someone showed you turtle cock”, comes Kassie’s southern accented comment, as she and Holly both stare at Kari’s wide grin.

· “Oh, it wasn’t THAT good, but it was GOOD”, Kari replies back, “you guys will never believe what I just saw!”.

· “Well, don’t keep us in suspense, sweetie, tell us”, Holly crosses her arms, tilts her head, and stares expectantly at Kari.

· “I just saw a guy dressed as the Shredder!”, Kari spills out in a rush, grabbing Kassie’s upper arms and emphasizing her excitement. “And just think, if that guy is walking around like that, there MIGHT BE TURTLES HERE!”, Kari adds, following her own train of thought and HOPING like mad that some guys decided to cosplay together, some as the Shredder and some as the Ninja Turtles.

· Kassie’s mouth drops open and an unintentional squeal escapes her. Her mind buzzing with how amazing cool that would be! Her first Dragon Con, with her and her TMNT friends doing their own group cosplay of the turtles, and now there is a possibility of men cosplaying as turtles too?!!! That would be completely EPIC if it were true!

· “You’re shittin’ us”, Holly voices out, fully hoping that Kari isn’t playing but it seems all too good to be true.

· “I’m dead serious, here look, I took a picture of him”, Kari holds her phone out for them to see, with the back shot of the Shredder on the escalator.

· “Oh my gawwwdddd”, Holly drawls out while Kassie rips the phone out of Kari’s phone to get a closer look. “That costume is AMAZING! Look at the detail!, “ Kassie breathes out, her eyes glued to the phone’s screen.

· “I say, as soon as Val gets here, that we go find this guy again…even though he was sort of an asshole”, Kari expresses to her friends while her face turns sour at the memory of the guy’s rude attitude.

· “Sounds like a plan to me, Val should be here in about an hour or two, she texted that she was about to leave her house and start driving this way”, Kassie says handing Kari her phone back, “in the mean-time, let’s find some food because as soon as Val gets here we’ve got to get dressed in our costumes and start partying…Mikey style”.

· “MMMMmmmm, Mikey Style…Mikey’s style is up against a wall or holding you upside down and just eating you alive….mmmmm”, Kari’s eyes go all day-dreamy and unfocused.

· “Not exactly what I meant, Kari”, Kassie giggles back at her tall friend, “But, I appreciate the visual”.

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· A couple of hours later, the trio stood by the receptionist station watching the automated doors of the Mariott slide up and close for the steady stream of party-goers, cosplayers, and hotel guests.

· Among the flow of people came a short, dark haired female with katanas strapped to her back. “There she is!”, Kassie exclaimed excitedly and rushed forward to greet her friend and fan, “WIFEY! Over here!”.

· Valerie wheeled her suitcase into the hotel’s lobby and immediately hears a familiar voice, one that’s she has heard through voice recordings via the WhatsApp many times, one of her favorite writers of all time, and Tumblr wifey, Kassie! She sees the joyful five foot three woman bouncing her way, excitedly clapping her hands and throwing her arms open wide for those hug-things that people like to do. Valerie grins and bears it, Kassie is a touch person, Valerie gives her the hug she’s seeking.

· Holly and Kari are close behind, joining in the hug pile and causing Valerie to shake them off exclaiming, “okay, okay, enough with the hug fest you hippies. I just had years scared off my life and here you are trying to suffocate me to death”.

· “Oh, no, what happened?”, Holly’s concern clear in her blue eyes. “Yeah, who do we need to kill?”, Kari asked while grinding her knuckles into her palm.

· “Grrrr…no one important. Just some stupid guys LARPing in the middle of the road. I swear, it’s like some people aren’t born with common-damn-sense”, Val growls out, the annoyance that she felt in the parking deck quickly coming back to haunt her.

· “Forget about them! You are here with us now and we are going to have a great time!”, Kassie says pulling Valerie into her side by the shoulder, “Come on, let’s get your stuff to the room and get our outfits on, I want to get this party started! You’re bunking with me, Wifey. I put the two wild children in a room together with a whole solid wall separating us….you know…so you don’t kill them at some point this weekend.”

· “HEY! Our room is going to be the fun party room, isn’t that right, Holly?”, Kari asks while pushing Holly in the shoulder with her fist. “Damn skippy it is, we’ll be con legends for years to come”.

· “Oh god”, Valerie groans, “I can see it now…we’ll be kick out of the Mariott on the first night here”.

· “Stick in the mud”, Holly snips back teasingly.

· “Now I truly know what poor Leo feels like all the time having to deal with Raph and Mikey”, Valerie shakes her head and allows Kassie to lead her to the elevators so that they can ascend to the room floors and go to get dressed.

· An hour later, four scantily clad women dressed as ninja turtles exited two rooms on the fifth floor of the Mariott of Atlanta. Out of the “Party Room”, walked two tall women, one sporting the orange of a Party Dude and one repping purple for a genius, complete with gadgets strapped around her body. Their tall figures adorable, and hot, in their green pleather corsets, green tulle skirts, complete with a green shell backpack decorated with their weaponry. The other two women exiting, what Holly and Kari had dubbed the “Boring Room”, dressed as Leonardo and Raphael…if Leo and Raph wore corsets and tulle skirts.

· “Oh my god, I nearly forgot!”, Kari’s eyes bugged out as she grabbed for her phone and starts swiping through it, “Val, you gotta see this. We’ve gotta find this guy and take a picture with him, he’s dressed as the Shredder!”.

· Kari hands Valerie the phone and Valerie stares at the image stunned. She’s been going to DC for over twenty years. She has seen A LOT of nice costumes, insanely good replicas that looked like they walked right off a movie set, but the suit she is looking at the in the photo is unbelievably good. It looks so real. That guy was either a REALLY good costume designer or just a REALLY HUGE nerd. Either way, getting a picture with him would be epic.

· “Ok, then let’s find him”, the blue clad pseudo-leader says, “and the easiest way to do that is to split up”.

· “Don’t forget that panel that we want to go to for Rob Paulsen, it starts in about two hours”, Kassie reminds the group, “I’ve got to hear that Donnie voice inperson”. Valerie nods her head in agreement, “If we don’t find this guy within the next hour or so, we’ll meet up around the fountain on the lower level and head over to the panel. Kassie and I will search the lower level and you two…”, Valerie gives a weary eye to the two wild children, “one…BEHAVE. Two…take the main level and search for Shredder. If either party finds him, phone the other, got it?”.

· “Behave? What do you think is gonna happen? That you’ll find Holly and me hanging from the railings in the atrium?”, Kari asks Valerie dubiously.

· “Please don’t”, is all Valerie replies as she walks off, Kassie following her and giggling.

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comehomeducklings · 3 years ago

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Past [Part 3] (Obsession)

Tom Riddle's Moodboard

Main Character's Moodboard

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1940 - 3rd year

There’s no chance of getting out of this. Our mentor must be out of their mind. No smooth sailing this period, not for me. Nothing at all has prepared me for this point in time.

My heartbeat rises by the second. At the brink of jumping out of my chest. I constantly try to reassure myself as I prepare. Forcing the illusion that I have everything together.

I most definitely don’t have anything, not a crumb, together.

My hands sweat with anticipation, my wand almost slipping off multiple times. The magical stick even wants to run away from this situation. I’ll start running with it soon enough.

The whole room is quiet in expectation. The tension levels in this area are too high for me to even start to comprehend. All I can hear is the sounds of my breathing and the occasional ruffle of robes. The high regard these people hold for me isn’t doing me any favors. I’m about to ruin any confidence anyone holds in my skills.

My friends are holding their thumbs up for encouragement. It does little to calm my panic, but I appreciate the effort anyway. Other acquaintances from the same house nodded their heads in an attempt to console my emotions.

Before the teacher signals to start, he gives us a bit to come up with a plan. Ten seconds at most. Now, this isn’t something possible to win. Not against him, no. My only goal here is to last as long as I can and don’t mess up.

Act smart, seem like you know more than you do.

He looks as easy-going as ever. This may seem like a walk in the gardens to him. No “threat” whatsoever to make him feel uneasy. I’m quite irritated at the thought of being anything but a challenge. He may be a little right, but that doesn’t help my ego.

Easy, I’m nothing easy.

Riddle might be stronger at this, but that doesn’t mean I'm complete garbage. I can hold my own, I will hold my own.

My breathing patterns change into more of a deep inhale and exhale. Focusing on completely dropping my heart rate and keeping my thoughts intact. Madam Rose, the school nurse, hates seeing me walk in there. Frequent visits from dealing with plants has her hair getting pulled out. I don’t think Miss Rose would be too keen on me passing out from the lack of oxygen.

“Only stick with the one basic spell of force. For both offensive and defensive tactics.”

Riddle’s atmosphere surrounding him is focused, deadly. He hasn’t moved his gaze from my lips. Probably on guard for whenever I cast something. I’m slightly unsteady on my feet from nerves. It’s almost suffocating being under all these watchful eyes.

A snake takes their time to strike. They examine all angles where you may be weak. Testing the vulnerability of your actions and thinking process. A few testing snaps of their mouth can tell them how the fight will go. They are well-balanced and focused, masters of intimidation.

Breathing.

Oxygen informs the snake how much you’re able to hold on for. The more you intake, the tighter it gets. Restricting the amount of oxygen the prey respires. Until they are physically unable to anymore, slowly weakening. The fight they were presenting lessens to almost non-distinguishable. The prey’s struggling to get free, dying down. Then it passes away, openly given to the snake without any more thought. A mere temporary meal in its eyes.

“Begin.”

Our eye contact is steady, neither of us moving an inch. Our mouths are closed shut, wands at the ready. I slightly squint my eyes while I focus. If he’s waiting for me to go first he is out of luck. I’m not budging, we will stay in the same position until next period if we have to.

Riddle also slightly squints his eyes. His hand doesn’t shake even if his wand was out in the air for a long time. The arm he holds out is steady and unmoving. Nothing triggers my attention since his movements are of little importance. I search his eyes for any life, no emotion is found swirling in those charcoal black eyes. Absolutely brilliant and fierce when focused or aggravated. The class starts getting rowdy, finally allowed to talk since Riddle just made the first move.

There’s only one spell I need to remember, that makes it a little easier to think of ways to find my opening. I quickly revert the spell away from me and send it right back. A tennis match is played between that one spell. Tom huffs and sends his enchantment straight towards the ground. It bursts into tiny magical specks of green. During that time I sent a spell his way.

After a while, I start to notice right before he casts a spell he moves his mouth like he inhales to take a breath. I’ve noticed him do it quite often. Since he casts fairly quickly there wasn’t much to go off of. Not much to use to my advantage. When he “inhales” he’s most of the time not actually breathing in air. It’s just a simple movement he does. It might be because of his accent, the way he learned to talk. Quite a small little quirk of the lips.

To start testing out this theory I centered most of my attention on his mouth. Waiting to see if my theory was reliable enough to depend on. He’s starting to gain more offensive attacks on me. Most of my spells undecidedly move more defensive by the minute.

Right before he mutters the words, I send a spell of my own. The magic aiming for his knees. Before he could defend himself from that one I prepared another offensive conjuration to his wand. He forwarded an incantation my way and I hurriedly obviated the sorcery as it was also heading to my stifle joint. Some of the force still slightly makes contact with my left knee. My balance is suddenly thrown off.

As I scramble to catch my footing, Riddle with point accuracy parries my wand attack. Then diverts my knee attack towards my right knee. Since I was focused on stabilizing my posture I didn’t notice the spell approaching my other knee

Forthcoming my inevitable demise.

I end up planting both hands on the ground. My knees falling one after the other from the pressure.

Our audience starts yelling complaints and praise. Calls for a rematch and cheats. My loss was bound to happen, but I did get to do that three combo. Two offensive and one defensive, all in the span of 5 seconds. Not too bad if I say so myself.

“Mr. Riddle wins this duel. Excellent job to the both of you. A very good strategy was well thought out for each side.”

I make my way down the steps on my platform’s side. Immediately being greeted by hugs and pats on the back.

At least my feet didn’t get tied together from restlessness causing me to fall and he wins the duel immediately. I would have dropped out right then and there from embarrassment.

There’s barely any feedback for Riddle, his little posse praising him like a king. People either saw no fault in him or were too frightened to actually comment on it publicly.

For me, that’s another case. Quite a bit of suggestions are offered, keep my form ready and my attention on more than one thing. Any and all advice is welcomed. Who knows how it can help me one day.

Amelia hugs my side with the biggest grin on her face, “You did so well! I think he actually had to work a little for that win.”

Everyone is dismissed and we head our way to Herbology. Tom’s face looks as if he’s already forgotten about the duel. His body language remains tranquil as ever.

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Bubotuber pus, one of the grossest things I’ve had the misfortune of learning at home. Now I have to live through it again? How can one endure harvesting the essence?

“All of you are required to wear gloves for today’s class. Does anyone know what effects you would have when touching this substance with your bare skin?”

Quite a number of students raise their hands. I’m guessing they did research on why they needed to buy these gloves when handed the school procurement catalog.

Exactly what I did, curiosity might actually kill the cat.

“Yes, you sweet girl,” she picks, “What’s your name?”

“Merlene,” the student answers, “If you touch this without protection then extremely painful boils will appear in its stead.”

“Correct! 5 points to Hufflepuff,” she claps.

My fingers already lay inside the dragon-hide gloves. Its rough texture rubs against the calluses from dealing with the harsh stems of different plants.

This substance is usually processed to be used for acne treatments. Only touched in its weakened state. Oddly satisfying to some, I am not a part of that group of people

“This is disgusting,” I say as I harvest the pus. My gagging reflexes acting up every time the plant gets squeezed.

A few students chuckle at my remark. They seem to be having a good time, weirdly focused on this substance. It smells of petrol, not a big fan of the scent. Reminds me of the sketchy gas stations my parents and I would take on family road trips.

Its thick goo is finally contained in bottles. Relief washes over me from finishing the collecting process. My gloves are removed and I do a quick spell to clean my area. Nothing really fell on it so it didn’t need scrubbing beforehand.

Amelia seems to just be finishing her plant. A lot of goo splashed all over her table. Luckily it doesn’t seem like any of that touched anyone’s face or uncovered arms.

“I’m just about done, can you help with cleaning please?” Amelia starts collecting all of her bottles into her arms. None of the glass vials touched in green gunk.

“Yeah, I got you, turn those in to the professor.” I immediately started helping her out. In that process, I also cleaned other’s messes too. Why not, there is still time to waste until we can all leave. Cleaning products smell better than whatever chemicals intoxicate the air.

“Pop quiz, shout out the answers. Why not use spells instead of treated bubotuber pus for treatments?”

Easy question, I whisper the answer in Amelia’s ear when she comes back from turning in the assignment so she can shout it.

“Using spells proves to be too risky, like the Eloise Midgen incident,” she answers.

Good, she remembers Eloise's event.

“Yeah, she cursed her nose off, poofed from existence,” a girl from Hufflepuff adds.

“Precisely, everyone has permission to leave now,” the professor exclaims, “don’t head out without cleaning or I’ll reduct points. Last time a student got boils all over their hand from an improperly cleaned station.”

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“It actually went decently. Nothing blew up, surprisingly.”

At lunch, we are all talking about our first three classes. Potions being our first topic.

“Thought as much, I saw your stupid grin. You looked like you just won the wizarding lottery,” I say with my mouth stuffed with food. Hoping they could understand me between my chews.

“Both of you, slow down. The food ain’t going anywhere damn,” Devyn laughs.

Amelia and I pause, we look at each other, then at Devyn, then back to us. After a silent halt in our actions, we continue to shove down a bunch of food.

“I noticed you kept gagging at the pus. You looked queasy, your face was so pale.”

I audibly shiver at the recollection of said class. My eyes were watering so bad there. That stuff would never stop coming.

“I’m eating, stop mentioning that nasty stuff,” Amelia starts shaking her head. If only I could see the thoughts forcefully being shaken out of her head.

“You should have seen her station. That stuff was everywhere. How bad is your aim, the opening to the bottle wasn’t that small?”

“It wasn’t even that!” she drops her fork, “I squeezed that bloody plant too hard and it squirted everywhere!”

“Poor choice of words,” Devyn snickers. All she gets is a shove from me.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, she’s clearly traumatized.”

Devyn shoves me back, “You’re clearly traumatized from the duel. The one you failed at, the one-”

“I’m aware of the duel you’re talking about,” I interrupt, “I bet you wouldn’t have lasted as long as I did.”

“Oh please, you’re just salty about losing.”

I roll my eyes and subconsciously scan the room for him. There he is, mysteriously talking to his group of buddies. After a little bit, he catches onto my staring. He briefly looked around him to see if I was looking at something else. Finally, he comes to the realization it was in fact him I was blessing with my attention.

During this, he was talking to his friend next to him. He stopped his conversation to completely give me his attention. The guy he was just talking to engaged in another conversation quickly.

The moment was interrupted with hands waving in front of my face, “You gonna eat that?”

“Nah I’m full, go ahead.”

Riddle continued on with his food. Never looking my way again.

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“Hey, uh, Riddle you have a second?”

I stop him by tapping his shoulder a couple of times. His height already makes mountains seem molecular.

He furrowed his eyebrows and glances at the shoulder I just touched. Making it a scene to dust that part off, what an ass.

“No, I really don’t have a second,” he responds.

“Well that, really, sucks for you huh. Can you teach me techniques for dueling?”

“No,” he starts to turn away.

“Please, you will get one favor from me. Whatever you need.”

Tom turns back around, “Anything? Does that favor expire?”

I shake my head no. If he plans to wait a long time he’ll probably forget about it. He seems to be deep in thought for a bit. No rush really since we're on our break. If he agrees I could get ahead of so many competitors.

“Fine, every Friday afternoon starting tomorrow in the Room of Requirement.”

He immediately strides away while I stare back in shock. My brain didn’t expect him to actually accept. Getting this far wasn’t a very possible outcome.

Now I just have to find out where the Room of Requirement is located.

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c-rose2081 · 4 years ago

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Dragons of Auradon (and beyond)

Written by: Uma ‘the dragon expert’

‘Hey Ben, I’m writing this ‘Dragon Cheat Sheet’ for Evie since she asks so many questions and it’s driving me kinda insane. Please make sure it gets to her and that Mal doesn’t eat it. Thanks!’ - Shrimpy

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Isle Dragon: Hailing from the mysterious Isle of the Lost, Isle Dragons are ferocious and temperamental beasts. They are large and bulky in stature; quadrupedal, and are very muscular with thick leathery hides that are resistant to fire. Isle Dragons normally have long curving horns on their head and down their ridges, and hand-like talons with an opposable thumb for grabbing and climbing. Isle Dragons have ear fins, which can be brought forwards and backwards but not pivoted. Isle Dragons are notoriously bad swimmers, and stray away from water whenever possible.

Size: Domesticated Isle Dragons will grow no larger then a German Shepard (like Mal), but wild Isle Dragons can grow to be quite large, about the size of a Tyrannosaurus Rex if in the right conditions. Isle Dragons aren’t normally kept as pets as the eggs are hard to get ahold of (being in very perilous places), and their temperament is a bit difficult to tame.

Egg Type: Colored in neutral, dull palettes, eggs of the Isle Dragon are dense and ribbed, as to have less chance of falling off craggy rock faces. Mother dragons nest in perilous locations, as to have less chance of being attacked while incubating. If a baby Isle Dragon cannot break through the egg on their own upon hatching, mothers will crush it, or throw the egg to break the shell. If an Isle Dragon is a runt, or considered pathetic by the mother, it will be left to die, or fend for itself.

Status: Isle Dragons, though restricted to the shores of the Isle of the Lost, are not endangered, as they have little to offer for hunters and poachers and mate easily with many partners.

Special Attributes:

- Fire Breath

- Fire Resistance

- Impressive Wingspan

- Affinity towards magical objects (this is a rumor)

- Brute Strength

Known Isle Dragons:

- Mal (belongs to Evie)

- Maleficent (on the Isle of the Lost - Mal’s mother)

- Hadie (belongs to Hades - Mal’s brother)

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Aurorian Dragon: Native to the Moorlands, and the open fields of Auroria, Aurorian Dragons are one of the most beautiful species to exist in Auradon. They are longer with less muscle overall, but are wicked fast and incredibly intelligent. These prissy beasts are known for their unusual royal temperament, as well as their fantastic array of colors ranging from pastel pinks to the darkest of blacks. Aurorian Dragons are quadrupedal, with three sharp talons on each foot, and a long thin tail which can be used to grab and hold things. They have smooth, arrow shaped scales mixed with patches of silky fur, and pale colored horns on their heads and faces. Aurorian Dragons are well known for their silky manes, which travel down from the crest of the head to mid tail. Aurorian Dragons have three sets of ear flaps in a wing-like pattern, which can be moved and pivoted similar to a rabbits.

Size: The largest Aurorian Dragon ever found in the wild was about the size of a common crocodile. They stop growing early on, as their environment is dense with brush and foliage, which they must be able to navigate. Domestic Aurorian Dragons are fairly small, never surpassing the size of a large green iguana.

Egg Type: Pure Aurorian Dragon eggs are known to be perfectly smooth and glass like. They often mimic the colors and patterns (if any) on the hatchling. Aurorian Dragon mothers are well known for being protective to a fault over their eggs, to the point of starvation if a mate or companion is not present to bring food. Unlike most dragons in the wild, Aurorian Dragons do not leave their young, even after becoming full adults. It’s the hatchlings decision to leave the family unit; if they choose to stay the mother will continue to accept them as hers till they die.

Status: Nearly extinct. In the wild, Aurorian Dragons have been hunted for their scales, fur, ivory and blood. Aurorian Dragons mate for life, and lay only a few eggs in a single season, making repopulation difficult with such a small number left. They’ve made some comeback through preservation efforts, but there are very few non-domesticated Aurorian Dragons left. The Rose Family Foundation (run by Leah Rose) is one of the main protectors of the breed, as is the Charming Family.

Special Attributes:

- Gold Blood and Tears

- Aurorian Dragon Song (these dragons will sing in the presence of true love)

- Flammable Pink Smoke which can be caught on fire.

- Intelligence (scarily so)

- Innate Sensitivity

Known Aurorian Dragons:

- Audrey (Belongs to Ben)

- Aurora (Belongs to Leah Rose - Audrey’s mother)

- Chadwick (Belongs to Ella & Kit Charming - Audrey’s Brother)

- Celia, Dizzy, & Carlos (part Aurorian Dragon)

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Costal Dragons: Stocky and built like walking tanks, Costal Dragons are only found outside Auradon’s borders. They nest, live and breed on sandy, warm costal beaches or in costal grasslands. These dragons are huge, and hatchlings reach the size of adult leatherback turtles by the time they are six months old. Costal Dragons are shelled similarly to armadillos, with unbreakable plates running from the nape of their neck to the end of a stout tail. There are horns all over these guys, from the back ridge, to four on the tail tip, elbows, wing’s and face. A notable trait are two forward facing horns on the forehead used for charging enemies and fighting other dragons. Unlike most dragons, the Costal Dragon have a toothless beak, with the ability to snap a femur in a single bite.

Size: Massive. Just...bulky. Unit dragons.

Egg Type: Costal Dragon eggs are laid in large numbers, usually 8-10 per clutch in nests of sand or grass. They are unusually soft and leathery for such well built dragons, and are only about the size of tennis balls. The male dragon is the one who incubates, as the female goes out to find food for when the babies hatch. The male will not leave the nest, and doesn’t need to eat for many weeks during this period. Male Costal dragons are just as protective over their eggs as female dragons, and even more so over their mate.

Status: Numerous, but unusual to see in Auradon. Because of their tough armor, Costal Dragons have no natural predators other then humans. And even then it’s dangerous to approach an adult due to their size and massive horns. Costal Dragons mate easily, and can have many clutches of eggs in a single season. They will find a new mate if their old one dies, or sometimes just stay single, but they will only ever have one mate at a time. Since Auradon isn’t the natural environment to find a Costal Dragon, they are very uncommon.

Special Attributes:

- Size & Wingspan

- Bite Strength

- Armor

- Gentle Demeanor

- Foghorn Call (Costal Dragon’s sound like foghorns, which often confused sailors in older literature)

Known Costal Dragons:

- Gil (Belongs to Uma & Harry)

- Celia, Dizzy, & Carlos (part Costal Dragon)

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Imperial Dragons: Imperial Dragons are native to China, but breeders can be found in the Imperial Lands in Auradon. The Fa and Li families are very reputable, and produce some of the best dragons in the world. These beasts resemble ancient portraiture, with long serpent bodies and coin-like emerald, gold, or red scales. They are quadrupedal, with rooster like toes and dangerous silver claws. Imperial Dragons have large boxy faces with a powerful jaw and huge white teeth. Their cheeks and foreheads are often covered in tufts of snow colored fur. They can breathe fire, but also pure smoke, and have cat like eyes which dilate in and out depending on temperament and light. Imperial Dragons are common to see in sporting events, as they are naturally athletic and beautiful to watch. They are a wingless breed, but still have the ability to fly by running on the wind. Their temperament can vary; some hunting exclusive dragons can be ferocious and unfriendly. But those that are well domesticated are playful, and love to fetch, and do tricks.

Size: Depends. It’s not easy to tell how large an Imperial Dragon will get. In the wild, they grow wicked fast. Some legends say these creatures could be the size of mountains or bigger, though that’s never been proven. When domesticated, these beasts grow much slower, but can range from the size of a Great Dane, to a polar bear. One needs a lot of open space to properly raise Imperial Dragons.

Egg Types: Imperial Dragon eggs are perfectly circular, and often veined in unique colors like gold, emerald and ruby. They are smooth to the touch, and put out a lot of heat. These eggs cannot be touched by bare human hands, and can only be held with gloves or oven mitts. Imperial Dragons usually nest in trees, but also have a fondness for warm caves. When domesticated, they love cozy nesting boxes. Dragon mothers will often leave the nest unattended during the day to hunt. If they chose a good nesting spot, the eggs will be fine. But there is a higher mortality rate of little ones in the wild due to predators or environmental factors.

Status: Safe. There are no wild Imperial Dragons in Auradon, as they come from China. But these beasts are good at hiding and taking care of poachers for themselves, so the population is overall healthy. Domestic Imperial Dragons are common, and there are many different types to choose from.

Special Attributes:

- Wingless Flight

- Fire & Smoke Breath

- Agility

- Hunting Prowess

- Playful Demeanor

Known Imperial Dragons:

- Lonnie (belongs to Jay)

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A/N: So yeah, a little cheat sheet for all the dragons we’ve met (and some we haven’t met yet) in the Love Like Dragons AU :)

#disney descendants #descendants #love like dragons au #disney #dragons #audrey rose #mal bertha #lonnie li #gil son of gaston #descendants fanfiction #alternate universe

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yuna-dan · 5 years ago

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MASTERPOST PT 2

So back in 2017 I did a masterpost of all my fics, but I changed my name so then the links don’t work anymore. It’s still there, in case I skip any fic (which I might’ve), though I deleted some old bad written fics.

I have written a lot of this things, i am actually concerned.

Please https://ko-fi.com/danyuna buy me a kofi and help me pay for my studies.

Copy Paste the link, all of them work, but Tumblr can be a little b*ch

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Tittle: Dying

Summary: “You are okay Jet.” Fuck. “You are gonna be okay.” He kiss his forehead.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125908414835/71-jetzuko-please

Tittle: Train

Summary: When they train together, somehow their bodies synchronized in the perfect way.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147588445260/32-zukaang

Tittle: Of busses and rules

Summary: The tan boy smile to the scarred one. “Yeah, you see all the sits are used and I’m kinda tired, so can I sit here?”

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125905951620/of-busses-and-rules

Tittle: Love

Summary: “Zuko, do you believe in love?”

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125712759925/93-sokkazuko-just-because

Tittle: Just Watching

Summary: “Nothing, I just wanna se you training, you know. I’ve got to see you shirtless.”

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125952999770/just-watching

Tittle: Drowsy

Summary: It was normal for Zuko. Totally normal. Some night, they are light just taunting him when the times he used to be happy, other nights they are bad, about how he was banished or making him remembered all the bad decisions he take. Other nights he remember that and how terrified he was.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125779917805/drowsy

Tittle: Another Kiss

Summary: If one year ago someone tell Sokka he was going to hide from the fire nation soldiers in the summer house of the Fire Lord with the prince of the Fire Nation, he would’ve laugh. Bu then again, who in the world would say something like that? Sokka smiled at that thought.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125725734360/another-kiss

Coco:

TÍtulo: Cinco veces que Imelda le dijo que no a Héctor y una vez que dijo si.

Resúmen: Cinco veces que Imelda le dijo que no a Héctor y una vez que dijo si

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167951844390/cinco-veces-que-imelda-le-dijo-que-no-a-h%C3%A9ctor-y

Prince of Tennis:

Tittle: Earth

Summary: Kaoru was like earth.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158357493600/momokai-52-please

Tittle: Slave

Summary: “You can’t take it anymore, huh?” His voice was cruel and hard. “Maybe I should give you back to the market, huh?” Another slap.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/138468937265/80-inukai-preferably-kaidoh-as-the-slave

Tittle: Arms

Summary: Fuji loves Tezuka’s arms. They are strong. Hard. Warm.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147588583890/tezukafuji-6-thank-you

Sanders Sides:

Short Fics:

Tittle: Head Kiss

Summary: Couldn’t sleep, huh?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158421521000/62-with-prinxiety

Tittle: Red Puffy (or the one with the dress)

Summary: Prince, the fanciful creativity, slayer of dragons and gorgons, love wearing dresses.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158498774020/red-puffy-or-the-one-with-the-dress

Tittle: Shut up

Summary: “Shut up.” “Make me.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158537684955/if-youre-still-looking-for-prompts-prinxiety

Tittle: The way they sleep

Summary: Logic knew that sleeping with so much people in a bed should be uncomfotable, but somehow he manage to sleep a little.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158896063675/anything-with-poly-sanders-like-how-they-got

Tittle: Namesless

Summary: I’m a disease I have no name. I’m not supposed to be here. I just bother here. I’m worthless. I do not belong here.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158894363805/nameless

Tittle: Feeling

Summary: The feeling you when you see your significant other being held by another one.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158867213420/feeling

Tittle: Geografía

Summary: “This song remind me a lot of you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158618922035/i-have-a-dar%C3%A9-for-you-write-a-songfic-in-english

Tittle: How could you love me?

Summary: “I’m like a machine.” “No. You’re not. You’re like the sun. You’re like the rain.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158933475635/how-could-you-love-me

Tittle: Same Face

Summary: “Are you hitting on me because we have the same face?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158966900380/same-face

Tittle: Daydream mode gets out of control

Summary: “You shouldn’t have risked yourself like this! Are you stupid? Let’s face it, Thomas doesn’t need me but he does need you. I’m not worth putting yourself in danger to save.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159017507695/prompt-daydream-mode-gets-out-of-control-the

Tittle: Touch-starved Anxiety

Summary: The next time they watched a movie, Anxiety was sitting in the middle.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159103302255/can-you-write-a-touch-starved-anxiety

Tittle: Make up

Summary: Anxiety was the only one that knew how to apply make up but apparently not the only one who wear it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159154426205/make-up

Tittle: Hold on a diddly darn minute

Summary: Roman did, at the end of the day, he was with Morality.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159167174880/47-and-48-with-prince-and-anyone-else-of-ur

Tittle: Heart

Summary: “No one has a heart of stone.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159168233095/21-anxiety-and-logic-please-have-a-good

Tittle: Tease

Summary: “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159174148275/42-i-dont-know-if-i-should-kiss-you-or-slap

Tittle: Questions

Summary: “Okay. Okay. I can with this but… Do you think someone can like me more?” He whispered and Logic moved his head to the side a little confused. “I don’t understand your statement.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159206078560/questions

Tittle: Drunk

Summary: “Pardon me?” Anxiety was shaking from nervousness and excitement.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159216004845/are-you-drunk-morality-and-anxiety

Tittle: Alive

Summary: I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159229958825/im-alive-i-can-tell-because-of-the-pain

Tittle: Put me down!

Summary: “We’re going to cuddle!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159320417225/for-the-prompt-could-you-do-put-me-down-with

Tittle: Pants

Summary: “Where are your pants?!” “On the floor”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159322992035/hi-could-you-please-do-the-where-are-your

Tittle: Attention whore

Summary: “To be honest,” Logan spoke first, “I think you’re an attention whore.” Morality’s eyes snapped open. “Logan! Language!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159340208475/i-for-one-would-like-to-see-tbh-i-think-youre

Tittle: I won’t say I’m in love

Summary: It was stupid how much you can related to a fucking song. Honestly, the most ridiculous thing in the world, and even more if it was a Disney song.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159346797635/i-wont-say-im-in-love-pinxiety-ewe

Tittle: Clumsy!Anxiety (1)

Summary: “Why are you limping?” He asked worriedly. “I fell down the stairs, I’m fine though. I just scratch my knee.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159229157290/hello-i-love-your-writing-and-i-dont-know-if

Tittle: Clumsy!Anxiety (2)

Summary: “You know I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159321901095/would-you-do-you-know-i-would-help-but-making

Tittle: One Last Hope

Summary: “You gotta be kidding. Why me? C’mon gods I haven’t trained someone in ages!” Roman’s shot him a confused look, “Look, Princey-”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159347189965/one-last-hope-prinxiety

Tittle: You’re welcome

Summary: Prince has said plenty of times he didn’t enjoy the covers of the Disney movies.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159347575285/youre-welcome-with-logicprince-who-ever-can-be

Tittle: Close it

Summary: And it’s nothing like I’ve ever known before! Love is an open door!” He yelled-sang. “Then close it!” Anxiety snapped already mad.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159350548330/for-the-disney-song-thing-love-is-an-open-door

Tittle: I don’t get it

Summary: It could be easier.” “At least out loud.” Morality agrees shrugging.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159360922890/i-wont-say-im-in-love-logicmorality-with

Tittle: Colors of the wind

Summary: “Don’t go there, Logan.” He hissed mad, “The savage is me and yet, the one that don’t understand reality is you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159361260850/colors-of-the-wind-logicality

Tittle: Tie

Summary: Against all believes, Logan actually was the one that hated mornings

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159362375650/roman-tying-logans-tie-oh-my-god-things-couples

Tittle: Amusement Park

Summary: They deserve a break from school and just act like a couple, which yeah he knew it would be difficult but still.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159379064010/all-four-of-them-go-to-an-amusement-park

Tittle: Cereal

Summary: Who wouldn’t be angry you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!

URL 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159365924910/hehe-hello-again-my-friend-the-new-one-was-just

URL 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159366130710/who-wouldnt-be-angry-you-ate-all-of-my-cereal

Tittle: Summoning

Summary: "This is the tenth demon summoning this week"

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159379929100/this-is-the-tenth-demon-summoning-this-week

Tittle: Hints

Summary: “I’m really cold”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159381615510/for-the-prompts-can-i-request-dropping-hints-so

Tittle: Sorry

Summary: “I may have accidentally sort of adopted five cats.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159381828705/i-may-have-accidentally-sort-of-adopted-five

Tittle: Out Loud

Summary: “We don’t have to say it”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159393247285/i-wont-say-im-in-love-anxiety-and-logan

Tittle: Fort

Summary: “This is stupid” “Your face is stupid.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159393648745/building-a-fort-together-for-prinxiety

Tittle: Trampoline

Summary: “I don’t get this, we can sleep in the mindscape.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159396131525/sleep-on-a-trampoline-with-blankets-and-pillows

Tittle: Short

Summary: “The skirt is short on purpose”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159396710300/please-please-please-the-skirt-is-short-on

Tittle: Crash

Summary: “You idiot! How many times I’ve told you to look both ways when you cross the road!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159400264550/fuck-i-feel-like-i-got-hit-by-a-car-wait-i-did

Tittle: Skirt

Summary: “What are you wearing?” Anxiety asked when he entered his shared room with his boyfriend.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159402003330/the-skirt-is-short-on-purpose-anxiety-and

Tittle: Kiss the boy

Summary: Morality smirked at that, grabbed Logic’s tie and yanked him towards him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159411413140/kiss-the-girl-logicality

Tittle: Sandwich

Summary: You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159425183765/100-for-logicality

Tittle: Banish

Summary: You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159430917095/one-more-sorry-for-flooding-your-asks-lmao-how

Tittle: You can’t sleep

Summary: There it goes the moment and his possibility of a proper nap.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159431703445/62-for-prinxiety-or-logicality-or-both-cheeky

Tittle: Baking

Summary: “Jeez, Logan this is not the first time I’ve done this.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159441818880/baking-together-for-logicality

Tittle: Breakfast

Summary: “Can you help me preparing breakfast for Roman?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159443108270/surprise-each-other-with-breakfast-in-bed-for

Tittle: Bubble baths

Summary: “So what? I lay there like and idiot and wait for a miracle to happen?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159445402935/take-a-soothing-bubble-bath-together-prinxiety

Tittle: This is fine

Summary: “Oh my god! I’m sorry!” Roman tried to apologize, kissing his lips and neck a few times.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159446563855/just-jam-your-knee-right-up-my-crotch-this-is

Tittle: Move

Summary: Their bodies were entangled, naked legs intertwined with each other while words of love were whispered. It was a magical and beautiful moment.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159454018475/hand-is-accidentally-on-a-boobnippleprivate

Tittle: Trust

Summary: “I can’t trust you” “Doesn’t mean I’ll leave you alone.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159469423495/hey-sorta-new-to-this-ask-thing-but-ythink

Tittle: Marry me

Summary: “Would you marry me?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159472221685/hiya-would-you-do-will-you-marry-me-with

Tittle: Safe

Summary: “Oh, Mo.” he kissed his forehead. “I’ll take care of you today.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159480579160/prompt-illness-youre-very-flushed-are-you

Tittle: Bad day

Summary: “So you’re gonna just sit on your ass while I have to make breakfast?” “At least it’s a cute ass.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159482340665/also-600-special-prompts-number-17-with-whoever

Tittle: His own voice

Summary: He was crying. There’s no shame in that. He cried more often lately.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159482532855/four-words-prompts-with-someone-saying-i-cant

Tittle: Sick

Summary: It was in the middle of the night when Morality heard a horrible coughing sound. For a moment he thought it was actually his imagination, combined with the fact he was asleep.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159494324195/was-that-you-or-did-a-goose-with-bronchitis-flew

Tittle: More than I do

Summary: You cant possibly hate me more than i do!

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159495439170/promt-you-cant-possibly-hate-me-more-than-i

Tittle: Soul

Summary: He was in a white room and for a moment he thought it was the hospital, until he noticed that there was not any window, nor a door or even bed.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159497768875/i-really-thought-i-was-going-to-die-i-know-but

Tittle: Not a secret

Summary: No one knew. They suspected, however. Morality and Anxiety were not precisely secretive, since they were now suddenly joined by the hip, cuddling and holding hands, but if Roman or Logan asked they would just laughed.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159499381660/i-would-throw-my-phone-across-the-room-for-a-fic

Tittle: Shirt

Summary: “Is that my shirt?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159549869065/hey-could-you-do-is-that-my-shirt-with

Tittle: Scary stories

Summary: “Let’s tell scary stories!!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159628862690/the-sides-telling-scary-stories-and-morality

Tittle: SemiCatAnxiety

URL 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159382296705/you-need-to-stop-leaving-dead-bodies-in-my

URL 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159397846490/im-going-to-need-you-to-put-on-some-underwear

URL 3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159402379675/so-what-if-i-broke-my-arm-im-still-doing-it

URL 4: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159411865145/for-the-drabbles-challenge-22-for-prinxiety

URL 5: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159456102190/right-as-one-person-is-about-to-fall-asleep-one

Tittle: Darling

Summary: He saved himself. He was the responsible of his life choice. He was the one who put a limit. Because he needed, because he wanted. Not because some stupid prince Charming told him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159630947500/hey-can-i-request-some-sort-of-songfic-for

Tittle: Cute

Summary: “We’d make a cute couple.”

URL: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159631764840/50-with-morality-and-anyone-because-damn-gurl

Tittle: Alone

Summary: “Don’t hurt me like this.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159646982850/20-with-either-prince-or-morality-because-there-is

Tittle: Wings

Summary: “You’re not a weirdo. You’re different, so?” He kissed him again. “They are beautiful,” he left a little kiss on the right wing, giggling at the sensation. “Just like you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159881874330/theyre-not-powerstheyre-more-like-special

Tittle: Outlaws

Summary: “For someone who always uses bad clothes, you sure know how to design some nice ones.” Roman said when he saw his reflection in the mirror, wearing a beautiful sparky white with feathers costume, having slight greyish.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159848195360/outlaws

Tittle: Flirting

Summary: “Dude, you two have been flirting back and forth for like, a year and a half. If you don’t kiss him I will! It’s annoying!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159703876790/pleaes-write-that-logince-promt-i-need-to-get

Tittle: Ice skating

Summary: “Logan, want some help?” He asked once he was closed enough. Logan huffed, but remain silent trying to stood straight.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160191644970/is-there-already-a-logince-fanfic-about-them-going

Tittle: Rockabye

Summary: He tugged his twins i the crib, kissing their forehead. His phone buzzed in the back of his pants but he ignored it, he already knew what was it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160179906850/rockabye

Tittle: Two Pieces

Summary: They fit like two pieces of a broken heart

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160026962095/two-pieces

Tittle: When I was your man

Summary: Alexander laid on his bed, eyes burning with tears that refused to fell. Besides him, a bouquet of white roses. This was stupid, he shouldn’t be here.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160018163625/when-i-was-your-man

Tittle: Oh, I know.

Summary: Anxiety had a vast collection of different skirts and dresses. From all kind of colors, not only black, but pastels, yellow, flower print, etc.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159988132345/can-i-please-get-a-story-about-anxiety-in-a

Tittle: Blush

Summary: Roses are Red, I have a crush, whenever I´m around you, all I do is blush

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159976499790/for-the-subscriber-thingy-roses-are-redi-have

Tittle: The don’t know about us

Summary: “People say we shouldn’t be together, too young to know about forever”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159904257960/they-dont-know-about-us

Tittle: Need you now

Summary: It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159890821785/need-you-now-snow-logicality-congrats-300

Tittle: Better.

Summary: Post!Growing Up. Anxiety knew how much words could actually hurt. He was aware of that. He knew it more than anyone else. That’s why he was ashamed of himself for what happened. It hurt to see Morality’s face flinching at every word.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160231803110/better

Tittle: All the ways (To say I love you)

Summary: 10 + 1 ways to say I love you

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160379070555/all-the-ways-to-say-i-love-you

Tittle: Protection.

Summary: Pre!AcceptingAnxiety. “I am nameless.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160395028685/protection

Tittle: Roman(tic) outings

Summary: “Do you like food?” “Yes” “Do you like romantic outings?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160559203880/roman-tic-outings

Tittle: Intertwined

Summary: What do you do with your hands while walking? Shove them in your pockets? Casually let them against your jeans?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160887821320/intertwined

Tittle: Soul searching

Summary: Everyone in the kingdom held one. Everyone was born with a special tattoo in their body, hoping to find the one who held the same. However, sometimes the one is actually the ones. It was not weird but clearly not normal, to be born with two marks. Yet, Prince Roman was born with four marks.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160928957630/soul-searching

Tittle: Pretty

Summary: “Oh nonsense,” Ben batted his hand, putting his palette aside from Anxiety face, trying to see what color would be better. “You’ll look great.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160955571425/pretty

Tittle: The meaning of flowers

Summary: 4 flowers, 4 meanings

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161175317430/the-meaning-of-flowers

Tittle: Musical Memories

Summary: 10 songs, 10 fics

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161223996295/musical-memories

Tittle: Tonight

Summary: Logan knew the symptoms his host was presenting, but quickly brush it off considering the change of seasons, and the lack of sleep it was something almost meant to be.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161483877665/tonight

Tittle: Moxiety drable

Summary: I passed out in a public place, and you sat with me for several hours to make sure no one harassed me? That is both sweet and strange.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161590341135/9-moxiety

Tittle: Here comes a thought

Summary: Thomas breathing was out of control, Logan was at his side, holding his hand like a lifeline, and exaggerating his own breathing, hoping Thomas could match it. Roman was rubbing his back, glaring at him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/162854518495/can-you-write-a-dic-based-on-the-heres-comes-a

Tittle: Tu tanta falta de querer

Summary: The first time sleeping alone, after so many years. He closed his eyes feeling anxious, he wanted to call him, to make sure he was alive,

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/162889084405/prompt-hey-podr%C3%ADas-hacer-un-fic-de-prinxiety

Tittle: Flowers

Summary: Maybe roman should’ve known better. Maybe he should’ve act nicer. Maybe, and just maybe in that way, he would’ve notice his own crush before it was too late.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163099406085/flowers

Tittle: Comfort

Summary: Roman sometimes would sneak into Logan’s room

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163243670755/comfort

Tittle: Cereal & Nightmares

Summary: “It’s three am in the morning. Why are you eating cereal?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163601475018/its-three-am-in-the-morning-why-are-you-eating

Tittle: Moxiety drabble

Summary: “I wish you could see what I see when you’re looking in the mirror.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163679809587/i-wish-you-could-see-what-i-see-when-youre

Tittle: Logince drabble

Summary: I feel just like a nerd watching birds

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163688736135/i-feel-just-like-a-nerd-watching-birds-logince

Tittle: Jar of Hearts

Summary: Who do you think you are?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163718507475/ohh-would-you-plz-do-jar-of-hearts-with-patton-and

Tittle: Moxiety drabble

Summary: “I just love you, I don’t need anything else.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163727505382/your-eyes-are-the-brightest-of-all-the-colors-i

Tittle: Prinxiety drabble

Summary: I know, somewhere deep in my soul, that love never lasts.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163757201623/i-know-somewhere-deep-in-my-soul-that-love

Tittle: Whiskers and Tails

Summary: Roman’s a cat. That’s it

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/164034464195/whiskers-and-tails

Tittle: Need

Summary: “There’s a difference between loving and needing…”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/164659966470/need

Tittle: Meant to be

Summary: He blushed, because goddammit his friends were such nerds. They didn’t even try to fake a different letter, everything was like them. And Roman loved every part of it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/164988583945/meant-to-be

Tittle: Remember

Summary: “I love you too, son. Besides, you can always play with your guitar and remember me…”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167256961425/remember

Tittle: Gone

Summary: “I thought you were beside me, but I reached and you were gone.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167401124780/i-thought-you-were-beside-me-but-i-reached-and

Tittle: Cheat

Summary: "How could you do this to us? To our family?"

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167488717005/how-could-you-do-this-to-us-to-our-family

Tittle: Wrong

Summary: "I loved you, and I thought you loved me. Turns out I was wrong"

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167500736460/i-loved-you-and-i-thought-you-loved-me-turns

Tittle: Amnesia

Summary: Suddenly a man was hugging him, and crying while hiding his head in his neck. It was comforting but weird… really weird. “E-Excuse me?” He said, holding the shoulders of the guy.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167611587190/im-sorry-i-dont-remember-a-thing-virgil-to

Tittle: LAMP Drabble

Summary: They believed on different things

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167931901530/could-you-do-a-lamp-soulmate-au-im-a-sucker-for

Tittle: Prinxiety drabble

Summary: “I’m just not good enough for you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168017713640/prinxiety-i-wish-you-could-see-what-i-see-when

Tittle: I’ll take your hand

Summary: “Logan-Logan I’m scared.” He whispered, hugging him tighter and trying to escape the coldness inside his bones.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168095943600/you-know-ill-take-your-hand-when-it-gets-cold

Tittle: This place your home

Summary: “It’s weird.” Patton admitted, “but a good weird.” He tried to smile, seeing the small house in middle of the field, it was more of a farm.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168096465805/im-going-to-make-this-place-your-home-with

Tittle: The Stars

Summary: Logan would always love to stare at the stars. When kid, he even used to have neck pains, since he was always looking up, and up, and up. Wondering about possible life, who made the stars so beautiful, who named them all.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168447823990/the-stars

Tittle: Broken

Summary: “I’m broken.” He confessed one day to his best friend, under a tree. The air moved the flowers around at a soft speed and the sun was starting to set, a lovely wat to confess feelings.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168732497305/24-couldnt-ever-figure-out-how-to-love-logince

Tittle: Emotionless

Summary: Sometimes Morality would cope different. Sometimes the humour wouldn’t be enough. They all hate when that happens. They could deal with a happy but sad Patton. They couldn’t deal with an emotionless Patton.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168733078470/i-just-want-to-stop-feeling-lamp-plotanic-or

Tittle: Impossible Possible

Summary: In case you had a soulmark there are 7.442 billion people on earth, how can you find them? The coincidence of your soulmate living in the same continent as you were practically impossible.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168849756090/impossible-possible

Tittle: Late(r)

Summary: Virgil knew it wasn’t Patton’s fault. He knew that he was probably overreacting and that yes, Patton did care about him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169023493280/why-is-it-you-never-seem-to-care-until-its-too

Tittle: I love you

Summary: Roman didn’t want this to happened. He knew he had to take actions the moment he felt Logan’s hand like fire against his own and when he got the desire to kiss him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169097009935/you-can-trust-me-alright-i-love-you

Tittle: Dance with me

Summary: You know that feeling when you’ve heard one specific song over, and over, and over again? That no matter how hard you tried you can’t seem to scape it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169106600155/dance-with-me

Tittle: (I’m not) Ready

Summary: Roman looked at his computer, feeling hot inside his stomach. His arms were shaking a little and yet he knew he was not doing anything wrong.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160308945485/im-not-ready

Tittle: Best for you

Summary: “Would you sing Disney duos with me?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169313008620/best-for-you

Tittle: Somewhere only we know

Summary: “Sing to me?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169705605465/somewhere-only-we-know

Tittle: Are you flirting with me?

Summary: “Are you flirting with me?” Logan said, almost out of breath. Roman chuckled, and jump to sit over the counter, “Yeah, have been for the last couple of months.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170062225000/are-you-flirting-with-me

Tittle: Hate

Summary: “You still love him,” Roman sat next to the spectacled boy, holding his hand.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170347634525/hate

Tittle: Five Times Patton tried to help and one time he actually help

Summary: 5 + 1 Moxiety

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170486957855/five-times-patton-tried-to-help-and-one-time-he

Tittle: Night Cookies

Summary: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170617994974/night-cookies

URL: “You aren’t allowed to make omelets at 3am anymore.”

Tittle: Care

Summary: They’ve been fighting too much. They’ve been yelling too much. They’ve been cruel to each other.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168732200950/why-do-you-care-logicality

Tittle: Definition of words

Summary: Unexpected, what a beautiful way to describe it. Unexpected, that’s the best way to describe what happened.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/171873753560/definition-of-words

Tittle: Under

Summary: Roman couldn’t understand how he could get into situations like this. First it was Patton’s bellsprout who was always bit him for no reason, and that even now as a Victreebel would bite him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184089913070/why-is-it-always-snorlax

Tittle: 10 songs for you

Summary: Another 10 songs, 10 more fics

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184212794460/10-songs-for-you

Tittle: Logince drabble

Summary: Logince adopting little Patton

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184420739485/logince-adopting

Tittle: Logince drabble

Summary: It wasn’t as if Logan wasn’t used to this kind of messages from Roman, so when he received the text u free? He was already on his way to buy chocolate ice-cream (He still didn’t understand why always bought ice-cream, but that makes Roman happy).

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184488895815/6-logince

Tittle: “If I died, we’d be together now.” He heard the was Roman’s breath hitched and the way Richard swallowed, but he carry on.

Summary: The floor was wet, that was the first thing he noticed. He didn’t knew what he was feeling, but the floor was wet and he tried to only think about the wetness on the floor.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/190924331365/4-mcr-moxiety

Tittle: Alone

Summary: “They began to drift away, I was left alone”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/190936915885/any-with-patton-20-disney

Tittle: Lies (Truths)

Summary: “You lie so good, that it taste as a truth.” He said, which was odd because Logan didn’t understand language like that. “But I can see right through you”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611362498492481536/13-you-lie-so-good-that-it-taste-as-a-truth

Tittle: Surroundings

Summary: Remus didn’t really understand his surroundings. He sometimes would stare into nothing and the rest of the world would stop existing.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611448476540289024/six-of-the-spanish-prompt-deceit-wanyone

Tittle: Okay

Summary: “I thought my heart had learn it’s lesson…”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611620772549689344/i-thought-my-heart-had-learned-its-lesson-with

Tittle: Without you

Summary: “What the hell would I be without you?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611627543965073408/le-gasp-1-with-virgil-and-the-light-sides

Tittle: Out

Summary: When Patton decided to study laws, it wasn’t the very first decision. It wasn’t that he was three years old and he already knew what he wanted to be.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/612692969096691712/for-the-au-lawyer-au-since-u-are-a-lawyer

Tittle: Like

Summary: “Look, Remus, I know you know that I like you, but you don’t have to make fun of me.” “You like me back?!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/612809931402444800/dukexiety-2-for-the-dodie-prompts

Tittle: Stereotypes

Summary: He will learn to love him, eventually.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613249881535053824/hey-are-you-still-doing-the-dodie-prompts-if-so

Tittle: Like you

Summary: “Why aren’t we boyfriends?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613257715220889600/how-about-2-royality-for-the-dodies-songs

Tittle: Mistakes

Summary: “Hey, there. God, it’s been so long…” “Fifteen years.” Damien said.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613873686503669760/12-im-going-to-try-to-fall-in-love-with-you

Tittle: True love

Summary: "Only true love" the witch has said, and Patton just wondered how his life turned into that cliché.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613891214176108544/if-youre-doing-the-dodie-prompts-what-about-4-i

Tittle: Right

Summary: “I want to hate Roman, and I know I should not feel like that. He’s supposed to be my soulmate, but I just need to know what happen to Rosaline.” You're supposed to have the name of your soulmate in your wrist. Logan didn't understand why he was different

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614441151867551744/1-soulmate-au-with-logince

Tittle: Falling (out of love)

Summary: Why can’t we all be together the way we used to be?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614695544307269632/6-why-cant-we-all-be-together-the-way-we-used

Tittle: Break

Summary: You break hearts as easily as you break promises.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614876166400196609/you-break-hearts-as-easily-as-you-break-promises

Tittle: Paranoia

Summary: Black tendrils were created, and this weren’t from Remus, because his were green and this weren’t octopus-like, but blob-like lines who were trapping him. He had never seen something like this, but then again, imagination was weird.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615146188456542208/hey-if-you-are-doing-those-steven-universe

Tittle: Happiness

Summary: And he did get it, he was the romantic side, of course he understood that love works weirdly, this wasn’t anyone’s fault, but he couldn’t help but feel… sad? jealous? angry?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615324132180099072/p-16-for-the-angst-prompts-p

Tittle: Dukexiety drabble

Summary: Remus was humming between the small kissed he was peppering all over Virgil’s face.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615515180477169664/p-steven-universe-prompts-song-b-p

Tittle: Sk8r Boi

Summary: Roman, to this day, regretted the way he turned down Dee. I don’t date freaks. He laughed at his face, and Dee, so kind and sympathetic smiled at him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615796686925758464/sk8er-boi

Tittle: Heaven

Summary: Virgil knew this was wrong, he knew that staring at him, that feeling this way about him was wrong, and yet, here he was.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613169652413120512/6-for-dodie-songs-prinxiety-please-at-first-i

Long Fics:

Tittle: Blame the kids

Summary: Logan was a dedicated teacher. Marion was a social worker with two kids. The kids were jerks.

CH1: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158571005320/blame-the-kids

Ch2: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158612697360/blame-the-kids

Ch3: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158645531405/blame-the-kids

Ch4: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158670824710/blame-the-kids

Ch5: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158830953930/blame-the-kids

Drabble1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159386247160/2-morality-and-anxiety-please

Drabble 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159406210415/theyre-not-your-kids-back-the-fck-off-dads

Drabble 3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159889795725/i-wont-let-anything-hurt-you-ever-again-morality

Tittle: Ink on my skin

Summary: Patton didn’t know why his soulmate never replied back, maybe he was shy, maybe he was a jerk.

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163162329325/ink-on-my-skin

Ch2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163296196130/ink-on-my-skin-words-i-couldnt-say

Ch3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/165238014935/ink-on-my-skin-across-the-world

Tittle: The Walls [COMPLETE]

Summary: The world was supposed to fill with colors once you met the special person. Once your soulmate came and you first saw each other, the colors would have appeared in your world, because you finally find them. In an ideal world that would happen. In that same ideal world, maybe Logan Sanders haven’t gone blind.

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169527984870/the-walls

Ch2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169791601560/the-walls-ii

Tittle: Counting (on you)

Summary: You owe me 5,000,000 kisses and apparently you take that seriously. Soulmate AU. Reincarnation AU. Also knowns as the fic where Logan and Roman reincarnated to meet each other.

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170773255340/counting-on-you

Ch2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/181540924990/counting-on-you-2

Tittle: Home [COMPLETE]

Summary: “Let’s create a home together.” Virgil never understood the implications behind that.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/171636761895/home

Drabble1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611906369199685632/can-u-write-something-related-to-ur-fic-home-the

Tittle: Only the Ocean

Summary: Pirate AU. “It was almost as if the ocean would talked to me, you know" Remus did know, of course he did.“Yes, I understand."Logan have always feel a deep connection with the sea, for some reason.

Prelude: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613272952165761024/only-the-ocean-prelude-hey-there-lonely-girl

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613950425861963776/only-the-ocean-ch-1

Ch2:https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615396862237753344/only-the-ocean-ch-2

AUs:

Ghost AU: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159554117120/ghost-au-or-hautedsanders

Drabble 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159594014910/omg-could-you-please-write-the-anxiety-calling

Drabble 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159611548890/how-did-they-bond-like-roman-and-logan

Drabble 3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159650462680/just-wanted-to-say-i-really-love-your-ghost-au

Drabble 4: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159654108230/roman-and-alex-bonding-plsss-ghost-au

Drabble 5: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159654552130/how-did-thomas-meet-the-ghosts

Drabble 6: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159678297110/maruo-reacting-to-anxs-injuries-and-everyone

Drabble 7: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159979891240/im-sorry-but-i-need-more-ghost-aus-in-my-life-i

Drag Queen AU: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184242978535/drag-queen-sides

Drabble 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184312618735/thrilled

Youtuber AU: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184253745495/youtuber-au

Drabble: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184332996175/angst-better-yet-give-me-the-forbidden-patton

Avatar AU: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/166162214500/that-avatar-au-no-one-asked-for

Total Drama:

Title: Second Chances

Summary: Alejandro didn’t believe in second chances.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158355217870/alenoah-77-or-58-or-maybe-both-thanks

Tittle: Friendship

Summary: It was weird, what they formed.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158357717570/could-you-do-a-team-escope-with-94-thanks

Tittle: Animal Instincts

Summary: His mother used to said that if an animal didn’t like a certain person, then that said person was cruel on the inside. Somehow, Noah grew into that phrase, and most of the time that was correct.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147736924505/36-alenoah-thanks

Tittle: Scars

Summary: Four facts of two different people.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147737685060/for-the-free-drabble-nowen-6

Yugioh GX:

Tittle: Bittersweet

Summary: Don’t forget what we had.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158362367885/so-how-about-a-rivalshiping-gx-89

My Prompt Lists:

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125690533615/leave-me-a-number-emoji-and-pairing-free

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613899604018249728/another-promptlist-the-musical-edition

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611447398678577152/dodies-songs-prompt-list

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611360983579066368/prompts-songs-in-spanis

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184374183115/lady-gagas-songs-prompt-list

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614710295386079232/steven-universe-prompts

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New Years - Saints Row Fanfic

Featuring: @kiyumiakuji @shuyaakuji @hirokiakuji & @tomoyukiakuji

Is a Ronin Centric Fic; Contains a bit of trolling at the start

2008/1/1 | 8:30 AM

The cool winter breeze flowed gently through the streets of Tokyo throughout New Years’ Day 2008, the first day of January as well as the new year. Even though the sun was just now rising over the western horizon, the city had never been asleep for a second - traffic was still bumper to bumper while the streets themselves were littered with crowds of people walking here and there, be it to their place of work or just to some hangout spots. True that some spots were not as busy as others, but no matter where one went it was still Tokyo. Flashing signs and billboards littered the streets and the sides of the various tall buildings - from high rises to skyscrapers, delivering advertisements to viewers which ranged from the mundane to the far more known wacky if not eccentric type; especially popular were those for that new game show, the one with that pink cat professor that was taking the country by storm.

However, it wasn’t fun, games and heavy traffic for everyone in Tokyo that morning. Case in point being the rather dull boardroom of Tatsubishi - a conglomerate based in the metropolis that is best known internationally for their automobile manufacturing and distribution; ranging from SUVs, Trucks, Cars, Motorcycles and extending even to the likes of helicopters, airplanes and more, it was a name that plenty of people throughout the world would have least heard one time in their lives. What may not be as widely known about it however was the fact that the entire corporation had a rather insidious darker side - seeing as how it was the front for the dreaded Yakuza Oyabun known as Kazuo Akuji. The man was known and feared throughout all of Japan as not only one of the most ruthless businessmen, but also one of the most brutal Yakuza leaders. The crimes which are alleged to be traced back to him are among the most horrifying in Japan’s history, many bodies mysteriously found in rivers throughout Honshu are said to be of those who wronged him. That is, if there’s even a body at all. With a decade spanning career in both the business and criminal worlds, Kazuo is as respected as he is feared. His name instills both honor and dread into those who hear it, as one most certainly does not want to hear it outside of a positive context.

Though it was no secret that the man was not getting any younger. Many debated just how old he was, but regardless of the specific age he was old. Most knew only that he was at least late 70’s or early 80’s. While most of his body, hidden beneath his blazer suit, was littered with innumerous tattoos befitting an oyabun of his caliber, the parts of him that were visible to the naked eye were still very much wrinkled. He seemed to look both perpetually irritable as well as tired - and to be fair, much of the time that would be considered an accurate description of his mood. His hair, long ago a rich shade of black was long since greyed. He still had a full head of it, but it had receded some since the bloom of his youth. While most of his body had seemingly taken a withered and somewhat frail appearance, he was still nevertheless considered to be a mighty swordsman - more than capable of defeating even a much younger man in battle even in spite of the fact his joints would very likely give him hell not long afterwards.

Point was though, he was in the evening of his life. Soon, would be the eternal night. The only surprise left for a man his age. Sitting at the head of the board room with all of his underbosses sprawled about before him, all he saw were men who a few decades ago were introduced to him as the young sons of those who sat before them. Granted, these men themselves were not spring chickens either - most of them were at least in their 30’s or 40’s and at most in their 60’s, but all of them had in common the fact their one and only oyabun during their lives was none other than Kazuo - the man sitting before them on that very day.

Thinking over this fact with a contemplative sigh, he realized one thing that had been on his mind for the past 18 years. That the day he had long since been waiting for had finally arrived. It was time for his own next in line.

As he stood up, he didn’t need to make any sound at all. The entire room of underbosses and bodyguards fell entirely silent - all eyes instinctively turning to Kazuo himself as he moved, his eyes scanning the entire room to ensure their attention before he even began speaking. Not even a cough was made, nor a sip of tea. Any such disrespect would have been grounds for very swift ‘discipline’. Cupping his hands behind his back once the silence of the room was truly deafening, only then did the old man finally speak what was on his mind:

“Gentleman, this has been a very pleasant meeting. I am very proud of the work you have all done over the previous year - the clan has grown ever more honored as it is feared throughout Japan. I have been the oyabun of this organization for longer than most others of my rank have been alive; let alone operating free of imprisonment. I have seen as many of you and your fathers go as I have the winter change into spring, and spring into fall. I have fought in wars, I have married, I have had three children and three grandchildren. I have turned my clan into one of the most powerful and influential not only in our corporate world - but in our criminal world as well.” he then had a particular pause as he finally arrived to the true point of his speech, “However…” he said, “I have come to the decision that there will be more changes this year than simply the succession of my subordinates; I myself will be stepping down as your oyabun.”

His words elicited many wide eyes from all of his underbosses, as well as chills echoing down their spines. Even the famed - and bald - swordsman Jyunichi, standing right behind the old man, was surprised to hear the words. While none of them said anything, they looked at each other in bewilderment, their discussions being as silent as the room itself when Kazuo wasn’t talking. Only when he began speaking again did their attention sharply turn back to him.

“I know that this change is most unprecedented, but after many months - years even, of rumination over it, I have come to the conclusion that it is for the best. My retirement shall be effective as of the first of this April, giving you the next four months to become adjusted to my chosen successor; my son.”

With one of Kazuo’s hands now gesturing towards the double doors used to enter the room, all eyes were promptly on said doors as they - as if on cue, flung open for just a few seconds as another figure entered the room. It was, of course, a young man. A very much younger man than Kazuo, though. In fact, the man was no older than 18 - just barely an adult.

Actually, he was technically 17, though only until April. That was not a coincidence.

His face was completely devoid of wrinkles, and his hair was entirely jet black and slicked back in a ‘respectful’ style. His body was slender - toned well by regular exercise. Even as he stood there dressed in a black blazer suit complete with black power tie that featured a golden dragon etched onto it’s ‘tongue’, while he vaguely looked like his father one would not have guessed their actual relation in a million years. Yet this baby faced, smooth skinned boy was in fact the oyabun’s son. All of the underbosses stood from the seats and promptly gave this late teenager his due respect by bowing in his presence as he walked to be right beside Kazuo - the son exchanging a respectful bow of his own to Kazuo, his father saying to him;

“My son, you have little idea of how long I have waited for this day to come. Counting only the years since you have been born, it has been only eighteen. But counting the years before, it has been since I first became oyabun.”

Looking to his father with the utmost respect, the son returned his sentiments:

“It is an honor to be your successor, father” he bowed again, “I will continue leading the clan to greatness, just as you have before me.”

“I know you will,” the old man replied, “I am the one who trained you. Now..” he then gestured towards one of the open chairs directly to the side of his own, “Let us sit and endure the rest of this meeting, my son.”

2008/1/1 | 1:55 PM

“So how’d it go?”

“Well, I’m going to be the oyabun as of April. Aside from that, most of it was uneventful; talking about finances and operations.”

“Hold on, you’re going to be the oyabun? That’s your birthday gift this year? All he ever gets me is money, literally just money!”

“Don’t worry, Shogo, you know you’re basically going to be my right hand man once I’m in that seat.”

“I know, Hiro, but still! You’re going to be the boss of the entire Akuji Clan!”

“I know, it’s a big responsibility, and an honor. That’s why he’s waiting until April to step down, he wants me to see how he handles things up close before making the switch completely. After that, I won’t have any training wheels.”

The two young men speaking along the side of a kinokuniya international shopping center, and in fact leaning against the walls of said store, were identical twin brothers Hiroki and Shogo Akuji - the sons of Kazuo. Hiroki being the one introduced as his successor mere hours before, though no longer dressed as prim and proper as he was before. He now had a pair of black jeans on rather than silk slacks, with his pants held up by a black leather belt with a dragon styled buckle. Over his smooth body was a yellow polo with a popped collar and white undershirt - and his hair was no longer slicked back but now worn down in a more spiked and ruffled style. His shoes were even exchanged for a pair of black tennis shoes, and around his neck was a golden ‘lucky’ 5 yen coin; all of these clothes and features were copied fully by his brother Shogo save for one - resting on Hiroki’s forehead was a pair of yellow designer sunglasses with black lenses, while on Shogo’s rested a pair of the same brand colored white.

The two brothers stood in that parking lot in the early afternoon, leaning with their backs and one foot each on the wall of the store, the other feet on the concrete ground beneath them as they enjoyed this most casual conversation - the day around them being quite beautiful. The breeze was still very much a cooled winter wind, and the sky was cleared of clouds; it’s blue color joined with the light of the sun to illuminate the entire city of Tokyo in a vibrant and joyous form of brightness.

“Honestly, Hiro” Shogo spoke plainly to Hiroki, “I don’t think you even need those training wheels.”

Smirking, Hiroki gave Shogo a certain cocky look as he retorted:

“I see you’re already brown nosing.”

“No, I’m being serious,” Shogo answered back in a quick yet blunt tone, “You’re totally ready to handle the family business on your own. I mean, it’s basically what he prepared you for the entirety of your life..” and for a moment, Shogo bowed his head in a moment of sudden melancholy that his brother quickly noticed even as the younger twin muttered beneath his breath “Unlike me…”

Placing a hand onto Shogo’s shoulders, Hiroki spoke to his brother in a serious tone of his own:

“Shogo, you’re going to be my-”

“No, I’m not” Shogo interrupted Hiroki, walking away from the store wall, hands in his pockets before he took a deep breath and faced his twin again, “I’m leaving Japan after our birthday this year.”

“What?”

“I’m heading to America” the younger Akuji elaborated, “There’s this place that’s going through total anarchy right now after one of their previous gangs died off, I heard about it from eavesdropping this morning on one of father’s calls. It’s that place those people he wanted to buy parts from come from, I did some research and it’s prime real estate for gangs right now.”

“And you’re thinking of setting up your own gang there?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Wow” Hiroki bounced his brows a bit, remarking “And you did this all without consulting me? What happened to us doing everything together, brother?”

“Well, I hatched this plan during you and father’s meeting today and was gonna bring you into it like always, but…”

“It’ll be difficult while I am the oyabun.”

“Yeah….it would....”

The two brothers then shared deep breaths, sighs. The realization that things were changing between them wasn’t an easy pill to swallow, often Hiroki was all Shogo had through his youth - seeing as how Kazuo would often leave Shogo alone while he spent time with Hiroki, and their sister being a teen girl at the time was not interested in giving her younger brothers much company. After their mother died, Shogo came to cherish the times when Hiroki was with him, allowing him to escape from the fact that Kazuo all but neglected his existence save for when it was time to be mad at him or berate his lifestyle choices. Yet now the brothers were growing up, and while Shogo would love to rule the family organization at his brother’s side - he also wanted to spread his own wings and make a name for himself,rather than only live in Hiroki’s shadow. Perhaps in time, their father would be proud of both of his sons rather than only his first.

Yet still, they were brothers. Though it hurt both of them to an extent, they both understood each other’s needs and desires - though it was hard for him to fully understand, Hiroki understood without being told what Shogo desired more than anything else. Approaching him and placing a hand to his shoulder, the older twin said:

“Well, brother, I look forward to working with you and your gang, even from a few thousand miles away.”

Smiling at his brother giving his approval and nodding as he patted Hiroki on the shoulder as well:

“Thanks, Hiro.”

“Of course, Sho” Hiroki replied, “Besides, lord knows we both need to move out of that crazy house.”

“Speak yourself” Shogo answered before replying with a rejuvenated cocky tone, “If I were, I’d tell Kiyumi to buy her own place and kick her ass out as soon as I get the chance. That place is pretty bitching.”

Smirking and even nodding as he genuinely imagined the scenario which his brother planted into his head, Hiroki’s only response was an agreeing:

“That is also an idea.”

The two brothers then shared a laugh with each other at that moment as they both looked out to the streets surrounding them, as well as all of the people walking and driving about who paid them no mind at all. Shogo couldn’t help but remark:

“To think” he quipped, “You can become the oyabun, but you take an hour on Pumpkin Hill.”

“Oh shut up, ‘How was I supposed to know about the air necklace’.”

“Well, at least we both kinda suck at Yakuza, I guess,” Shogo laughinly confessed, “Though I’m pretty sure I beat the first game before you did.”

“Only because we shared a save file and it happened to be your turn at the time, Sho!”

“Fair enough, but you know one thing I know for a fact you can’t beat me at?”

“What?”

“Getting back on my bike first!” Having been looking right towards him and his brother’s parked kanedas right by the sidewalk on the other side of the avenue road facing them - right in front of a building they liked to refer to as ‘MaxMara’ due to the sign on the front of it. Shogo then darted right towards his - the one that was silver colored with etched in dragon decals and accents of glowing yellow lights throughout it’s form. Hiroki’s was of course, golden colored.

Accepting his brother’s offer for a race, Hiroki soon darted right after him:

“Alright, but you know that getting on is only the first leg of the race!”

“You’re on!”

Managing to quickly break into a sprint as he crossed the street, Hiroki was able to catch up to Shogo in a surprising amount of time as they ran through the parking lot with youthful vigor, Hiroki’s last words before he would have overtaken Shogo being:

“I’m catching up to you, Shogo!”

“Not anymore, Hiro-”

BAM

All it took was a single moment

The loud echoing sound of a gunshot from a tall building located just across the street from the store could be heard from some feet away, though the form of the gunman could only be seen fleeing the rooftop for but a fraction of a second. By the time he had actually heard the shot itself, Shogo had just planted his body down onto his kaneda - and excitedly proclaimed victory:

“Ha!” he laughed, “I won leg 1! Get ready to….Hiro?” the first thing Shogo noticed was that his brother was neither on his bike, nor standing behind him. Instead, much to the younger brother’s horror, he was laying on the ground - a pool of blood forming on the concrete just beneath his head. The left side of Hiroki’s head was marred by what looked like a line of flesh and hair torn right open, with the tip of his left ear being blasted clean off. Blood was absolutely covering the entire left side of his head, though also along the ground were chunks of what was no doubt his skull bone. Despite the occasional twitch, it was clear that Hiroki was not conscious by any stretch of the word - and just looking at the scene, Shogo feared the absolute worst.

“Hiroki!” Without any hesitation at all, Shogo ran towards his brother and almost tripped onto the ground once he knelt down close to him at the speed he had been going. With one hand he scooped up his brother’s head while the other tried to shake Hiroki’s head, desperately trying to just get his brother’s eyes to open; “Hiroki! Wake up! Wake the fuck up, Hiroki!” he couldn’t help but then lash out at the crowd forming around him, “What are you looking at?! Why are you just standing there?! Someone call the fucking ambulence!”

Looking at Hiroki’s face at this moment, in broad daylight, Shogo could see not only the coat of blood dripping from the side of his own brother’s head, but also the heartbreaking fact that his brother was not making any response at all. Whatever he was, he was not asleep. Tears formed from Shogo’s eyes as he realization was striking him oh so hard:

“Don’t die on me, Hiroki” he said while trying and failing to hold his tears back, “Don’t you fucking die on me, Hiro!”

Shogo was able to overcome his tears for long enough to call medical professionals himself, though he shook as he dialed the number - cursing every time he accidentally dialed them incorrectly. He wasted very little time in yelling the moment he had the operator on the line:

“Get the fuck over here! My brother was fucking shot in the head by some, by some fucking assassin or hitman or something! Get over here now, he’s bleeding to fucking death!”

“Okay, okay, sir, I need you to tell me where-”

“I’m, we’re, by the curb on Aoyama-dori Avenue!” Shogo tried to speak more calmly, though he still was in an incredibly frantic tone, “Right in front of that building with the MaxMara sign on it, you know, the Mar’s building! Just, get here fucking quick before he dies!”

“Okay, sir, we have ambulances heading for your location right now, but I need you to please try to remain calm-”

“Remain calm?! My brother is dying in my arms right now!”

“I understand sir, but it will be best for both of you in this situation. I suggest please finding some kind of tourniquet to slow or stop the bleeding-”

Before the lady on the other end even finished, Shogo quickly gasped as he realized he had completely forgotten that. Without even thinking he removed his polo shirt, leaving his body dressed only in the white sleeveless shirt he had underneath. He didn’t care about any of that though, how he looked for once was last on his priorities list - instead he just tied his polo tightly as he could around his brother’s head, desperately trying to do anything he could to slow down the bleeding. He could see the deep stains forming across the fabric even while still tying and tightening it - and it was a hard sight for him to look at. He was no stranger nor fearful of blood, but he was also not ready to watch his brother die. Just beginning to hear the sirens approaching, he looked in their direction with a renewed sense of relief as he said to Hiroki:

“It’s alright, Hiro, I’m not gonna let you die. They’re gonna have you up and walking in no time, I know they will. They have to...you’re gonna wake up...you hear me? You’re gonna wake up…”

Please wake up….

F-Father!

Shogo? Why are you calling me. How much do you need me to pay to get you out of your problem now?

This isn’t anything to do with me, father!

Then what is it Shogo?

It’s Hiroki...he’s in...he was...he’s in the hospital right now!

….

Which hospital?

2008/1/1 11:30 PM

There was a most uncomfortable silence in the hospital room on the night of January 1st, the day of the fateful gunshot. Hiroki now had proper bandages across his head, a respiratory mask across his mouth and IV’s in his veins to keep him alive - though his eyes remained closed in what only looked like the purest and most silent of sleeps. Kazuo himself sat in a chair right beside his bed, gazing at Hiroki’s motionless form with a look that had innumerous emotions running through it at once. The chief among them being shock, grief and utter rage. From the moment he had finally gotten it out of Shogo what happened, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind what had happened - he knew exactly who did this. Who would target his heir in broad daylight like this, killing him in one of the most dishonorable ways imaginable; on a holiday no less.

He repeated the name many times in his head…

Wong.

Wong was the only person Kazuo could think of who not only had a motive, but also the willingness to strike that which Kazuo prized the most. As much as the oyabun understood very well why Hiroki was targeted, he had neither sympathy nor tolerance for it. Watching solemnly as Hiroki fought with all he could to stay alive, it was a sight that no father wished to see in their lives. It was a sight that made Kazuo’s blood boil knowing in his heart and mind who was responsible, wanting nothing more now than to see Wong be put into the ground for this transgression.

With every beeping of Hiroki’s heart monitor, Kazuo’s rage grew beyond his own expectations. Put bluntly, it would be within Wong’s best interests - if one were to ask Kazuo, if Hiroki made a full recovery.

So far however, none of the doctors or nurses were confident in the chances of that happening.

Seated across from Kazuo in the room, the scene was not much different. Shogo waited, covered across his arms and torso in the now dried blood of Hiroki from earlier. His eyes were wide in fear, and body shaking. He could hear the beeping of the heart monitor on account of the door being opened, and was deathly afraid that any moment soon he would hear it flatline. Only by a miracle did that not happen yet. Sitting next to him was the rest of the immediate family - that is to say his older sister and her children. Jyunichi was standing guard by the open door.

As for the sister sitting next to Shogo, Kiyumi was a 25 - going on 26 in February, year old woman. She has been described before as the spitting image of her late mother, though very unlike her in personality. Her hair was long and straightened, and her slender, figured and beautiful young body was dressed in a golden dress - with matching heels and a black designer leather jacket to cover herself in the winter cold. She only looked so fashionable and had makeup one because she was out shopping at the time of Kazuo furiously calling her. Sleeping on either side of her lap were her youngest children, Tomoyuki and Mitsuko. A boy and girl respectively, twins of four years old, to be five in June. On the far side of the bench, next to his younger sister, was Kiyumi's first born - her 9 year old son Shuya, though he will be 10 come November. While not asleep like his siblings, he still sat there surprisingly quietly; largely on account of being bored and increasingly tired.

Speaking of which, that was a reason why eventually Kiyumi quietly stood up - waking up her younger kids and prompting them to softly whine and rub their eyes as she walked towards Kazuo, softly whispering to her father:

“I mean no disrespect father, but my children should be returning home now; it’s getting late and school starts up again as soon as next monday.”

Kazuo first responded with a sigh, looking to Hiroki one last time before looking to his daughter;

“Go. I am not forcing you or them to stay. Just leave me in peace.”

Giving her father a respectful bow, she then turned back to her kids as she began walking towards the door - gesturing for them to follow her. Shuya got up first, followed by the younger two. However, it wasn’t long before Tomoyuki with another whine said to his mother:

“Mother, I have to pee, can I go before we leave?”

Followed not very long afterwards by his sister in a very similar manner:

“I have to pee too, mother!” she whined. Shuya rolled his eyes in annoyance, while Kazuo was too fixated on Hiroki. As such, Kiyumi centered her gaze onto Shogo as she spoke up just enough to grab his attention:

“Shogo” she said, he was at first startled because of his own mindful gaze being locked on Hiroki, though calmed once he realized it was his sister speaking to him as she continued with “Can you take Tomo to the bathroom while I handle Mitsu?”

At first, Shogo tried to deflect the order;

“Why don’t you just ask Jyunichi like you did a few hours ago?”

“Because Jyunichi is in the bathroom of his room right now” Kiyumi said, gesturing to the small room offered within the patient room itself. The door was currently closed. “He’s napping in it, since he needs to have as much energy as possible - father having assigned him to guard Hiroki 24/7, remember?”

“Oh...right…”

“Mother!” Tomoyuki whined again, this time a bit louder, “I really have to go!”

“Okay, okay” Shogo responded, standing up and taking the five year old’s hand, “I’ll take him.”

Leaving the room wasn’t easy for Shogo though, even with the preschooler basically leading him out. He still gave his brother one last look before he was back out in the hall, leading his nephew towards where he remembers the bathroom was. It must have been very weird for those few others in the hall at this hour to see a teenager with so much blood on him walking down the hall with a four year old in hand, let alone the mother so casually holding her daughter not far behind them, the eldest child trailing behind. Nevertheless, nobody said a thing about the sight.

Upon reaching the bathrooms, Kiyumi led Mitsuko right inside of the ‘ladies’ bathroom - and Shogo did much the same in regards to the ‘men’s. There wasn’t really much to it, being a public restroom and all. The room was tiled from the floor to the walls, and while it attempted to match with the white and sterile look the rest of the building had - albeit with a bit more blue, it being a bathroom used by men it had its share of grime and dinginess. On one side of the room was a line of stalls followed immediately by urinals - opposite to the row of sinks on the other side, as well as mirrors.

“Alright, so, you do know how to use a urinal, right Tomo?”

“Mmhm!” Tomo nodded, not even having to be told to walk on over to any urinal and begin fidgeting with his pants. Shogo decided to let him handle his business on his own, and turned away towards the sinks. It was then that he was staring right back at himself in the mirror. At his brown eyes, still looking as though they were in shock - and sporting dark circles beneath themselves from how tired they were. The fact he only had his white tank top on, with it being covered in blood - just as his hands and arms were. Normally, he would take pride in that - but knowing this was the blood of his own brother, he couldn’t help but freeze at the sight. Memories of just a few hours ago flashed again in his mind - cradling Hiroki’s head in his hand, wrapping his polo around Hiroki’s head to stop his bleeding, even the ride to the hospital in the back of the ambulance; staying at Hiroki’s side right up to this very moment. He could picture it all as if it was happening in that moment right before his eyes.

Taking a breath, Shogo approached one of the sinks and decided to at least wash the blood off of his arms and hands to the best of his ability. It wasn’t hard to do, but it was hard to look at. Seeing the blood flow off of his limbs with the knowledge of who it all belonged to, it made him stare not at the mirror but instead at his hands as if in a trance. Shogo was not normally like this, if this was anyone else he wouldn’t even be here - but this was his brother. Not some ordinary person, and not some clan member who happened to get bumped off in front of him. This was someone he actually cared about, and one of the only people in his entire family who he felt truly was there for him these past 17-18 years. Not only did he feel lost, but he also couldn’t help but to feel even colder than he actually was as he looked after his now cleaned hands, tuning out even the sound of the sink’s running water as he just silently gazed down onto his palms - in this moment unsure of what to do anymore.

THUD

That sound, followed by the whine and cry of a small child, quickly diverted his attention. What he saw was something to no surprise, but too much irritation. Tomoyuki was on the ground, having been shoved into the wall of one of the stalls by none other than Shuya. Letting out a very irritated sigh, Shogo walked in between of the brothers - at which point Tomoyuki did manage to get up and hid behind Shogo’s legs for protection.

“Stop” Shogo said as firmly as he could, not having the patience for this right now, “Just, stop.”

Shuya was completely unmoved by Shogo’s tone of voice, and the words he said only egged his uncle on even more:

“He brought it on himself, he was taking too long to finish!”

“Kid, you can’t control how long you have to go” Shogo said, looking down at the petulant brat, “I get you’re tired and wanna go home, but have some fucking patience.”

“You mean like you did, waiting until this moment to become the next in line?” Shuya callously remarked with a smirk across his face as he watched Shogo’s reaction turn from annoyance into full anger, “I guess once we leave you’ll be sucking up to grandfather to seal the deal in?”

Shogo didn’t say anything. In fact, he didn’t even think. He only acted. His face now red with anger, his hands curled into a fist before he punched Shuya in the face. Shogo himself wasn’t the strongest person by any means, but Shuya being so smaller and even less of a fighter than him meant that the young boy was sent back - letting out a high pitched squeal as he fell to the floor, holding his eye in shock. Tomoyuki flinched at seeing the contact, having peered from behind Shogo’s leg. His mouth was actually agape as the reality of what Shogo did came over him; he froze, not knowing what to do in this situation. Shogo just looked down on Shuya with a face of silent rage, not feeling any regret at all for what he did - in fact, if anything he felt satisfaction over it.

Shuya, starting to immediately tear up as he held a hand over his now sore eye, sobbingly whined:

“I’m...I’m telling mother!” and with that, Shuya immediately ran out of the room - the door slamming behind him in his hurry. Only after it closed did Shogo realize what would likely happen now after what he just did, and let out a sigh. He then turned to Tomoyuki though, who had still been behind him up to this point - the boy flinched a little, but then Shogo in a softer tone asked him;

“You okay? No serious damage or anything?”

Shaking his head, the four year old replied “Nu-uh...I’m okay....”

“Okay” Shogo nodded, “Good.”

After a brief pause, and a bit of twiddling his fingers, Tomoyuki asked in a soft though concerned tone:

“Is….is Uncle Hiroki going to be okay?”

That was not a question Shogo was at all prepared to answer. He looked down at those big, innocent young eyes of his nephew for what felt like a while, desperately wanting to tell him ‘yes, duh’ yet knowing that he had no idea at all whether that was going to be the truth or not. Gulping and kneeling down to be level with Tomoyuki’s eyes, Shogo said the most truthful answer that he could:

“I hope so, Tomo. I really hope so.”

Tomoyuki without saying anything more than gave Shogo a hug, something which Shogo was not expecting - but he couldn’t help but feel a bit better. As ‘badass’ he wanted to pretend to be, he couldn’t deny that this sweet little moment made him feel at least the smallest bit better. Smiling for just a bit, he even patted the young boy on the back. It was a shame that this moment didn’t last longer than it did, because it was just as that face of his broke into that smile when it came crashing down.

Shouting from outside in the hall was the booming voice of his father:

“Shogo!” he yelled, “Attacking your own nephew?! Are you demented?! Must you shame me everywhere we go?! Get out here immediately!”

Shogo could only sigh.

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miniaturetacopuppy · 4 years ago

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MEN’S SINGLE TABLE TENNIS FINAL – FULL MATCH | RIO 2016

With the top two seeds going head-to-head there was potential for a thrilling final, however, after edging the first end in deuce, Ma thundered past Zhang in the following three games to win the gold medal on his Olympic singles debut (14-12, 11-5, 11-4, 11-4).

COURT DIMENSIONS: The game was held in Riocentro. The upper surface of the table, known as the playing surface, is 2.74m long and 1.525m wide and is horizontal 76cm above the floor. The playing surface does not include the vertical sides of the tabletop. The table boards are either made from metal, concrete, fiberglass, or plastic.

EQUIPMENT:

Ball

Rubber, Racket, or Paddles

Table Tennis Table

Net and Post

Ma Long wore a red jersey that had a dragon symbol, visible with yellow lines paired by black sports shorts. He wore red and white sports shoes. The table tennis racket he uses has black rubber on one side and red on the opposite.

Zhang Jike wore a black jersey that had a dragon symbol, visible with yellow lines paired by black sports shorts. He wore blue and white sports shoes. The table tennis racket he uses has black rubber on one side and red on the opposite.

BASIC SKILLS:

Forehand Drive Technique

Backhand topspin close to the table

Forehand push and backhand push

Forehand flick

Backhand flick

Backhand loop the underspin ball

Forehand attack the semi-long ball

Learn Forehand fast serve

Forehand pendulum serve

Backhand sidespin serve

Ma Long has a great stance and footwork, we could see the balance, stability, and range of movement as he played the game. He used the shake hand grip style in holding the table tennis racket, together with a forehand drive technique that returns aggressive strokes as the ball lands close to the opponent's baseline or sideline. Also when serving he first concentrates by looking at the ball afterward throws it up straight into the air then simply hits the ball with the backside of the paddle.

Zhang Jike is also great at stance and footwork, where his knees and ankles are slightly bent and flexible which makes his body ready to move forward or backward as needed. He used the shake hand grip style in holding the table tennis racket, together with a backhand drive technique that intended to return the balls at the opponent's baseline. Also when serving he first bounces the ball into his paddle and then observes the ball afterward throws it up straight into the air then simply hits the ball with the backside of the paddle.

TECHNICAL AND TACTICAL SKILLS: As I've observed, both players played with their own strength and power. Even at the start of the game, we could get the energy vibe of how competitive these players were especially when they release a powerful shot. The game was very interesting since I observe the ability to keep the ball in the play as they defend and attack the ball to keep in track until one player would miss the chance to hit the ball while the other player would be given a point. However in a game, only one would receive the gold medal, and in the game is like Ma Long was just running over his opponent Zhang, but I can't deny that Zhang is a good player too, however, Ma Long impress me a lot how well he plays and showed his techniques and skill.

RULES OF THE GAME:

A ball must land within bounds for play to continue; if a player hits the ball outside of bounds, this results in the loss of the point for them.

Players/teams cannot touch the net or posts or cross onto the opponent’s side.

Players/teams cannot carry the ball or catch it with the racquet.

Players cannot hit the ball twice.

Players must wait until the ball passes the net before they can return it.

A player that does not return a live ball before it bounces twice loses the point.

If the ball hits or touches the players, that counts as a penalty.

If the racquet leaves the hand or verbal abuse occurs, a penalty is given.

Any ball that bounces on the lines of the boundary is considered good.

A serve must bounce first before the receiving player can return it.

OFFICIATING THE GAME: Officials in Table Tennis are divided into two categories Referees and Umpires. The referee is required to be present at the venue throughout a tournament and is required to uphold the rules. During a table tennis match, an umpire is appointed to decide on the result of each point or rally. In other words, the Umpires Control a match, whilst Referees control a tournament.

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talesofsonicasura · 4 years ago

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Diamonds and Voodoo

Brothers and Bandicoots

This was rewritten when I discovered that the document had been nothing but a word salad. This one should be much better!

Taki-Taki returns to Morioh in order to fulfill a particular agreement. Sadly, all she got was her dad walking off, two brothers with daddy issues, egotistical assholes and bandicoot urine on a landmark. Oh joy.

"Yes. I would like to confirm this very information to the Speedwagon Foundation. Apparently defeating Angelo merely revealed a new part of the going ons in Morioh. Something that could only be trouble for everyone living here and maybe even further." Spoke Jotaro Kujo, the man currently on the phone in his hotel room.

Pictures of a now deceased Angelo's mugshot with a report paper taped to the back, another picture of a disembodied hand on a table set with breakfast for one, and a small booklet that read Morioh City's Report. The man could only stare at them with pure concern.

/I wasn't born with this power! No, it was given to me by a man in a student's uniform. He appeared in my cell one night. I was so scared that my balls were in my stomach. In his hand was an ancient bow and arrow, it had to be around 100 years old. Next thing I knew, he shot the arrow into my neck. Saying the reason I survived and got this power because my soul was so strong. If you kill me, then he'll come get you too!/

Information the man had given just before Josuke and Taki-Taki trapped the psycho in his current stone prison. It did answer quite a bit of questions stemming from an incident that happened 10 years ago. One which was entangled in the tragedy of the Joestar bloodline that started over a mere century ago. The blood feud between the Joestars and Dio Brando.

It begun when the Joestar Matriarch, George Joestar, had brought in an orphan boy after this boy's father passed. That boy was Dio Brando, a child whose immense hate turned him into the most vile and dangerous person in the history of mankind. Poisoning George Joestar, ruining the life of George's son Jonathan, becoming a vampire and then stealing Jonathan's body.

Those were some of the key facts amongst a lot of the vampiric bastard's sins. Jotaro then side eyed something at the far corner of the room, a picture frame whose photo was obscured by the distance. Sadness, and rage going through the ocean blue for a few seconds before fading. He turned his thoughts to something else.

"With the Arrow somewhere on the loose in Morioh, it won't be long until the town becomes a horror show. There's also that woman, Taki-Taki Bandicoot, I'll be keeping an eye on her. I don't trust her." His thoughts going back to his previous encounter with the greenette as he looked down on the table.

There were highly detailed sketches of her, Lani-Loli, Toxic and Quill, each marked with key details depending on the individual. The drawings were so accurate, it could be mistaken for a printout if it wasn't for the fact they were made using color pencils. Strangely there was one more sheet next to them but it was blank except for two simple words.

Crash Bandicoot.

"Come on Dad! We're supposed to see Josuke and his dickish nephew today!" The Wumpa Islands, a pair of three tropical islands found somewhere in the ocean near Australia. It was a home to all sorts of peculiar creatures, mystical areas hidden in every place wrought with all sorts of danger and full of mysterious magic. It was also where the infamous Bandicoot Clan made their residence.

N.Sanity Beach, which could be found on N.Sanity Island was a spot for the clan members to enjoy fun in the sun activities. A bunch of floaties with a tube one shaped like a purple dragon next to a volleyball net, a small bar set with seats for 5 and various drinks from non-alcoholic to a few different alcohol, a couch with a makeshift roof made from cloth, and strangely a fridge and TV on the sand.

Taki-Taki, currently by the couch, was trying to put a large hoodie on some... thing? Someone? It or he from the pronoun used stood around 4'7 in height, what wasn't obscured by the large jacket was a pair of blue jorts, red tennis shoes, orange fur covered legs and part of a orange furred lean stomach with yellow at the center. Distressed gibberish coming from the neck sleeve almost if the head was stuck.

Lani-Loli was merely watching the little show alongside another floating mask. This mask looked exactly like the small charm Taki-Taki had given Ryohei but larger with more details such as a goatee made of leaves, larger feathers that were funnily taped on the back, and was alive from the eyes and mouth both curved in a 'seriously?' look. There was no doubt that this particular mask was Aku-Aku.

With a strong tug, the hood finally came down over the large head of a...bandicoot. The almost cartoonish looking bandicoot had large ears, bright teal eyes with hints of innocent insanity, a brown mohawk of hair, a yellow muzzle and large brown bushy eyebrows. His hands were four fingered and covered by fingerless brown gloves.

"I don't know what's funnier: The fact two sane people are meeting Crash or about to learn that he's an actual bandicoot." Lani-Loli mischievously chuckled. Taki-Taki only said that Crash was her father but not about him being BIOLOGICAL. The greenette is actually adopted and the only human of a family consisting of bandicoots, living masks and other oddities.

"To be fair, she has been listening to my advice about being limited to her origins. Although from what I heard about your last encounter in Morioh, caution should still be advised. This is a whole new world we stumbled upon and there are rules to follow." Aku-Aku's deep, powerful and wise voice sent a clear message to everyone.

None of them had much knowledge about Stands but do know the consequences of their own powers, the mystical energy they wield known as Mojo. It was an ancient source of magic that not only fueled voodoo but all branches of sorcery. Something that could cause unimaginable damage if abused.

Mojo was what made Crash who he is, the powers that Lani-Loli and Aku-Aku have, and what Taki-Taki is learning to master but also the consequences if abused that made creatures like Quill and Toxic. Creatures with great power but have the potential to cause devastation if they run amok: Titans.

If that Stand granting Arrow is being constantly misused and what powers a Stand could potentially manifest, Morioh wasn't as safe as it should be. And there might be its own Titans lurking in the shadows. For now, their true nature needed to be limited whenever visiting the town lest the situation could become worse.

Who knows what kind of horror can manifest if Mojo mixed with a Stand?

The Higashitaka household was a bit offbeat nowadays. Due to the recent 'stroke' that the older matriarch had suffered, the aura of the home for the family of three was a bit rugged. Ryohei had been laid off of his work for a bit as both his employers and fellow officers were worried about the man's health. He was what kept the force happy and ready to go.

Thus he was stuck at home being looked over by his daughter Tomoko and grandson Josuke from time to time. Taki-Taki was currently standing by the door with her father Crash next to her. Her face was obscured by the large hood of his jacket. Lani-Loli and Aku-Aku were currently hidden in Taki's jacket so they wouldn't be seen.

She knocked on the door politely despite how loud it sounded. "Hold on!" A woman's voice fires back in an instant. In a few seconds, the door was opened by a young woman who both father and daughter could guess was Josuke's mother. Josuke definitely got his soft face and beauty from her but Ryohei's kindness was there too.

Her hair was violet and short, eyes a similar baby blue to Josuke but more fiery, she was slim though there definitely was some muscle hidden by her yellow shirt and dark jeans. "Hello! Are you Josuke's mom? He does have your looks and you do look a bit like Mr Ryohei." Her odd deduction had the purplette surprised for a moment.

Then hearing her father's name was enough to put two to two together. "You're right, I'm his mother Tomoko and Ryohei is my father. Are you by chance Taki-Taki Bandicoot? I heard about you from my dad and son. Dad was right about you being adorable. Whose this with you?" Her voice, although soft and kind, held a ferocity behind it. Josuke's fiery temper had to come from someone.

"This is my dad, Crash. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, I couldn't get home for a few days. Josuke let me stay here until I got back but under the condition that he had to talk about my stay with pops." Tomoko easily remembered her son mentioning that when she had gotten back home later that day.

Although she couldn't help but look at the figure that was Taki's father. There was not a single facial feature to make out due to the darkness of the large hoodie he wore but it was his hands that drew flags. Was the orange section part of the gloves and did he lose a finger in an accident? The hands were very odd and that orange part had a texture that looked more fur than leather or latex. Still...

"I'm sorry to say but Josuke had left for school today. Luckily he should be out by now. He attends Budo-ga Oka which isn't that far from Angelo's Rock, the new landmark which recently popped up." Taki-Taki immediately knew what she was talking about. It was near the place where that adorable turtle in the makeshift pond lived at. Shouldn't be too hard to find.

The Haunt House, an eerie landmark of sorts located near the recent Angelo's Rock. This large home could be recognized from the various broken windows that were either without glass or boarded up haphazardly, old paint that chipped away from even the gentlest of breezes and the vine covered gate with the tilted door marked by a 'No Trespassing' sign.

It was called the Haunt House from the feeling of being watched or the eyes of something watching in the shadows of the window whenever someone walks by. Police often patrolled the place for squatters due to these particular sightings and reports. Coming to the backyard strangely enough was the hoodie form of Crash Bandicoot.

From the glimpse of marsupial's green eyes and lack of companions, it was clear that he was lost. He let out a rumble of pure gibberish obviously annoyed. 'Maybe I should've stayed at that rock weirdo… Then again, Taki probably might not be happy to know I no longer have to go.' Crash let out an impish chuckle. Just because he was evolved doesn't mean he stopped 'marking his territory'.

'Dad, I need you to stay here with Angelo for me. If Josuke still isn't at school, then he'll most likely come through here to get home. It shouldn't take long for us to come back.' His daughter's words echoing in his head.

He felt a bit ashamed for not listening. It just he wasn't used to standing in one place for so long if it didn't involve napping. The bandicoot had a silly smile thinking about a nice snooze in his hammock after a nice slice of Wumpa Fruit pie. The little daydream was popped by the sound of soft skittering that hit his large furry ears.

Crash looked up before tilting his left ear towards the creepy house. The sound had to be somewhere in the upper levels from how it reverberated through the walls. Whatever made it was too big for an insect or small cat to do. Spying an open window with the least amount of boards, the bandicoot giggled to himself as an idea came. Little claws popped from the marsupial's fingers with a simple flex before he leapt onto the wall. Once the talons had a good grip, Crash climbed up the house wall and slipped in through the empty window pane.

"Motherfucker!" "Language!" Heterochromia eyes could only glare at the currently shivering stone convict. Taki had gone over to the school Tomoko mentioned after requesting her dad to stay put. Sadly, they couldn't find any sign of Josuke and looking for Jotaro was impossible without the pompadour prince's help. After visiting the little turtle in the pond, the greenette and her mask companions backtracked to the landmark.

Yet, her mutant bandicoot father was nowhere to be found and a foul smelling puddle was now present on the rock's lips. Normally something as gross as this got her laughing but at the moment the witch doctor was just annoyed. "Guess we were gone for a bit too long. Patience isn't something Crash normally has these days." Lani-Loli said while looking at the wet spot in distaste.

None of them should be surprised that the bandicoot would wander off somewhere. Luckily or disgustingly, there was a scent that could be used to find their lost marsupial. The witch doctor went into her jacket pocket to pull out a small vial that contained a soft luminous blue liquid. Taking off the small cork, Taki downed the tube's contents in a single gulp.

After placing the empty glass tube back in the pocket, the witch doctor then reached into the dinosaur skull she wore. Her hand pulled out a small peculiar object that was hidden in her bone headwear. It appeared to be a fang of some sort but was too thick, too large, and oddly too sharp to belong to any normal animal. Lani-Loli and Aku-Aku exchanged looks then quickly getting a few feet from Taki before she devoured the tooth with gusto.

In an instant, her eyes narrowed into slits and tattoos blazed to life in burning blue. She suddenly hunched down as if in pain followed by the sound of beastial snarling. The statue could only stare in perpetual terror upon the morphing shadow that started to cascade over him. Tears pouring from the frozen orbs from the sight of what could only be best described as a monster.

A distorted scraping noise ripped through the ominously quiet neighborhood before it was quickly followed by the sound of shattering pavement. This ruckus came from the front of Morioh's Haunt House for a battle was being waged at its steps. One of the fighters was Josuke whose uniform was dirtied up a bit along with a few scratches on his face. It was the least of his worries though.

Standing in an defensive position was another teenager around his age and size, a male Stand User from the bright fiery blue aura that flared his form. He had the look of a punk, shaved black hair that looked gray with a mini pompadour which sat at the mods, his eyes that seemed to only have impish pupils alongside a thin but large X-shaped scar or line pattern on his head.

The punk wore a modified blue gakuran with multiple gold pins shaped like money symbols on the fabric. "I won't say this again. Okuyasu Nijimura, you better let me through you bastard! Koichi isn't part of whatever bullshit your up to!" Josuke snarled at his opponent with hot daggers in his baby blue eyes.

The now named Okuyasu merely let out an impish chuckle before speaking with a rough and ruggish voice. "Sorry pal but you'll have to go through me first! Come closer and greet The Hand!" Almost on cue, a white hand with two bulbous baseball patterned protrusions on the palm came from behind the teen's head. The pomp prince quickly jumped to the side as the appendage swatted at his previous position instead, the 'No Trespassing' sign.

Alarms bells went through his head upon noticing the sign wasn't destroyed but it wasn't the same either. The text looked...too short almost if something was missing or had disappeared. It then clicked upon another glance of the item. "That sign! It used to say 'No Trespassing' but now it only says 'No passing'! Your Stand scraped the 'tres' away!"

Josuke's deductions caused his opponent's smile to grow malicious. The spectral arm next to the young man transitioning into something larger. In seconds that limb had fully materialized its true form, a white humanoid puppet outlined by blue armor bearing gold money symbols. The puppet shared a similar build to his master, its colorless hide sharing the same hardened texture of the armor, and his head was held in a white pail bucket that obscured part of its yellow lined eyes and the almost expressionless lips.

"That's right Josuke! My Stand can scrape away anything that it's right hand touches before closing the missing space together. I don't know where it goes or even if it still exists anymore but I do know you'll be sure to follow!" The Hand then scraped the air as a green tear rips right through the dimension. It immediately shuts closed in seconds as the purplette soon found his opponent in front of him at the same time.

He had used the created tear to close the distance between them. Okuyasu held his fist back almost about to speak when… the sound of whistling flew over their heads as a blast of glowing pink had sent Josuke's attacker airborne upon striking his Stand in the chest. The pompadour prince only had the time to blink before a pair of animalistic heterochromia eyes looked back at his.

What stood before had to be one of Taki-Taki's creatures, nothing could have been as odd or mystical like they strangely were. However this one felt off in a familiar sort of way. The creature looked like a bipedal almost anthropomorphic fox. It was monstrous with spindly long arms paired with black paws that held sharp claws, limber and lean build that was perfect for predatory stealth, the face was foxish but could be mistaken for a coyote or cougar from the longer ears and snout, and there were large purple parrot feathers on its back in a leafy plumage manner.

The off signs came from the tattoos around its arm that looked too much like Taki-Taki's, the greenish short hair on its head and the dinosaur skull… It immediately clicked on what or who had just defended his bacon. "Holy shit. Taki-Taki, is that you?" His query being answered upon a large prickly tongue licking his face courteous of the 9 ft beast that once was a human girl.

Josuke's face turned beet red and he honestly couldn't say if it was in disgust, embarrassment or touched by the sticky dog kiss. "Josuke?!" He whipped his head to see Lani-Loli flying over to the two but immediately stopped from the sound of hyena/wolf growling. Eyes were on the now standing Okuyasu who then looked flabbergasted by the new faces.

"What the hell?! Is one of those things that scrawny munchkin's Stand?! Or some sort of monster? No matter, The Hand will scrape you all out of existence!" His Stand manifesting once more with the right hand ready to erase even more space. Sadly, he didn't anticipate what particular creature the greenette was.

Letting out a loud hyena-like cackle Taki threw a large but fast pink orb of energy straight from her hand. It was a glowing magenta torpedo that clipped through the side of the Stand's right wrist in seconds. Okuyasu howled in pain from a chunk of his right wrist exploding outward almost if his body was mirroring the Hand's injury.

"The Snipe, a predatory beast that hunts its targets with high speed projectiles and is a close range fighter's worse nightmare!" Lani-Loli spoke while watching the green haired beast pounce at the off guard teen. Her feet instantly knocked the air out of Okuyasu's chest which forced his Stand to vanish from the lack of breath. He could only look up at the large drooling teeth of the angry beast that currently had him pinned down in fear.

His eyes quickly shut almost if waiting for the end only to scrunch his face in confusion by a soft touch. With a small peek, the young man was greeted to the sight of the large monster's forehead gently pressed against his own. A strange sensation going through his mind in a second before it- no she looked back at him with sympathy.

Taki then looked over to Josuke and Lani-Loli before the feathers on her back started glowing in strange patterns. The purplette was confused by the odd signals but the Quantum Mask knew what it meant. It was a sign of Morse Code Taki had developed for this form. "Josuke! Heal him, this guy isn't your enemy! Apparently he has a reasonable story behind this attack! Something involving his father!"

Lani-Loli's words made Okuyasu's eyes widen in realization. "You...went through my head? You saw the 'thing'." That last word practically quivered in silent despair and sorrow. Taki merely nodded her head before getting off the teenager. She quickly stalked towards the Haunt House. The harsh stench of blood hit her nose full force which turned a small crawl into an urgent run.

Her predatory eyes immediately ignored the man in the darkness for the childlike teenager that was slowly dying on the ground. He had short well groomed silver hair, light almost pasty skin and wore a plain green gakuran but his blue eyes were slowly becoming lifeless from the nasty arrow wound in his neck. Taki knew he would die if he wasn't treated.

"How curious. You the child's Stand or perhaps belong to-" The female Snipe growled before nonchalantly tossing a blast of pink at the unwanted pest. The man must've scurried out of the way from the sound of wood exploding to chips. Knowing there wasn't going to be an interruption, Taki reached for one of her feathers and plucked it off her back.

Holding the item in hand, she let out growls that sounded close to a chant as the piece of parrot plumage began to glow a soothing green. Taki crushed the feather in her hand as it broke into verdant stardust before pouring the powder over the large gouge on the boy's neck. The large wound immediately glowed a vibrant emerald as it steadily shrank. In seconds, the large gash was gone and the young man's eyes regained its vivid color once his breathing had steadied.

He blinked once more before blue eyes settled on the large beast hovering above him. A normal reaction to the sight was to scream but instead he felt his neck and noticed that his injuries were completely gone. Taki definitely knew he was a calculative and reasonable type since he put two to two together. "You...saved me." Despite the youth in his voice, the slight baritone was enough to solidify that this was a teenager and not a child.

"Koichi!" Josuke bursted into the house alongside Lani-Loli and oddly a determined Okuyasu who was following from behind. The punk looking teen no longer had any rips on his clothing or flesh, almost if everything was returned to their previous state. "Big brother, you need to stop right now! These guys can help us! Help d-" He was cut off when Taki quickly got in front of him.

Multiple tiny holes manifesting on her hide and feather plumage as if she was hit with bullet rounds from a tiny minigun. The puncture wounds weren't deep enough to draw blood since she wasn't human at the moment but… they had enough strength to disfigure a normal person like blood swiss cheese.

Taki snarled at the attackers, no, attacker to be precise. The ones to fire the barrage of nasty tiny bullets was an entire shooting squadron that consisted of toy army sized men. Same military clothing but the faces covered in white taping, eyes just beady red headlights and a thick flame of blue around them.

When the witch doctor like this, the number of magic she could use was limited but made difficult spells like mind reading or healing very easy. Okuyasu's memories told her what exactly she was dealing with. The platinum blonde teenager slightly older than Okuyasu, his older brother Keicho and his Stand, a mini army known as Bad Company.

"Big brother…" Was all the younger brother could say upon realization that the attack was aimed for him. Taki gave the three human males behind her a look. 'He's mine.' None of them said a word of disagreement. Knowing what was about to happen, Lani-Loli took it upon himself to get Josuke and his two accomplices away from the approaching battle.

The three humans and mask vanished in a sudden puff of wispy blue smoke. Taki-Taki's sharp nose told her that her friend had taken them to the higher floors of the house. A safe place which made the monstrous witch doctor happy for they wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. She then turned her head to snarl viciously at Okuyasu's older brother.

"I can only guess that little mask has the power to teleport others. No matter, it won't take long for my Bad Company to find them once I finish you off. Then your friends will be next." Keicho's threat was backed further when a swarm of mini helicopters manifested in the air. "Fire!"

The Snipe quickly sprinted into a run as the mini army fired their payloads in the form of raining bullets and mini missiles. Wood chips, glass shards, and furniture stuffing erupted in a trail that hounded the quick Taki-Taki, avoiding the deadly miniature ammunition with impressive. She leapt onto the ceiling fan and flung herself into the air whilst throwing another blast of pink energy from her claws.

A large chunk of soldiers and a few helicopters exploded into magenta tinted flames from a successful hit. However, their owner didn't seem to suffer any sign of damage despite the destruction of his soldiers. "Sorry but my Bad Company is a remote Stand. Destroy all the soldiers you want, you can't harm me!" Keicho's words caused even more miniature men to manifest but these ones were operating tanks now!

Taki knew she couldn't fight here with so many weapons aimed at her hide. She would run out of steam before her opponent did. An idea then clicked into Taki's skull which propelled her to make a quick turn. She tossed a few more explosive shots at the tiny army as she ran. Every bullet was a bullseye as even more of Bad Company's soldiers went up in magenta smoke.

Her opponent quickly caught onto what the larger puffs of smoke that slowly filled the room were. "A smokescreen?!" Eyes looking to find the obscured beastie that ran up the stairs and he quickly glared. "After it!" Multiple tiny helicopters manifested to hound their fleeing target as the blonde followed in pursuit.

On the top floor of the Haunt House, Josuke was currently glaring daggers at a certain blue mask. The sounds of an explosive scuffle happening under his feet and a set of blue spectral chains that kept the door of their current location shut. "Lani-Loli, let us out!"

Despite the pompadour prince's demand, the Quantum Mask only shook his head in nervous defiance. "N-no way! You'll be either swiss cheese from gunfire or human flambe by blasts of Mojo! It's suicide!" Lani-Loli fired back with force despite his slight stutter. Of course, the mask flinched when Crazy Diamond manifested with a snarl on his face.

The only ones not getting involved in the potential scuffle was Okuyasu and Koichi who sat on the bed at the opposite side of the room. In the silver haired teen's hands was a yellowish pale egg with green stripes but also radiated a faint verdant aura. A Stand or Stand Egg that had manifested from Koichi's throat once getting into the room.

"I don't care if Taki can become one of those beasts like Quill or Toxic. She needs backup if her opponent's an army!" The large armored Stand clenched his fists as if ready to let loose a punch any second. "That's enough!" An aged voice immediately had the three teens raise their guard to the point even Okuyasu's The Hand manifested next to his master.

Coming through one of the half sealed windows was Aku-Aku whose appearance made whatever fight in either Josuke or Crazy Diamond vanish. "Aku! Where were you?! First Crash went puff then you go awol on us!" Lani-Loli was quickly hushed by a single look from his companion. Glowing yellow eyes then looked at the other members of the room.

"I had a feeling you were in quite a pickle so I went to find Crash first. He's somewhere in the house on the top floor waiting for you. As for Taki-Taki, her opponent is about to walk right into her 'tripwire'." Aku spoke as his gaze fixated on Josuke and his stand. The pompadour youth speaking up in confusion. "Tripwire?"

The tiki-esqe mask nodded in response at the inquiry. "Correct. Snipes are powerful long range fighters especially in confined spaces like this. Their biggest advantage isn't their ability to blast opponents with magic." A smirk then crossed Aku-Aku's face as if knowing the outcome of the ongoing battle.

Taki-Taki continued her trek up the house as Keicho and his forces relentlessly pursued the female. Every time a soldier or copter was in sight, the greenette blasted it with a pink energy shot before she took the chance to flee further. Her running however came to a halt once she reached a mostly clean room. Not a single shred of furniture or anything to hide the witch doctor's large form in sight.

"Got you now." Keicho's voice echoed through the room for hundreds of small soldiers filled it in seconds. Tanks slipping in from the vents, helicopters pouring from the open windows, armored humvees riding up from the stair railing and their owner walking in from the staircase. Taki-Taki wasn't to blind to the fact she was boxed in.

"I'll admit you're quite the fast runner and a nasty sniper. Sadly, this is the worst place for something as large as you. However, my Bad Company can thrive throughout our home base. I suggest you be a good beast and stay down." The older teen deviously chuckled as he stared down at the beast. His laughter quickly died in seconds when he noticed Taki-Taki was now smiling. A smile that revealed razor sharp fangs in a cunningly vicious way.

"It's the ability to set traps is what makes the Snipe a very dangerous Titan to fight."

Bits of pink began to lit up in sections of the room. Her opponent's eyes flickering to the source before they expanded in pure horror. Each light was coming from one of his soldiers in every group. Not even the quadcopters, tanks or humvees were unaffected. The horrifying part was the lights were blinking and were becoming faster per a second. 'Checkmate.'

The house shook hard as a loud explosion ripped throughout one of the floors, smoke tainted with hints of sparkling pink came pouring from the broken windows. In the large mist, the sound of coughing growls turned into pained ones as the large beast obscured shrunk in the purple haze. The remainder of the colorful screen filtered out as the now human Taki-Taki looked down at her fallen opponent.

Keicho was unconscious, bruises and burns covering his face and arms, platinum locks singed slightly black while billowing bits of smoke poured from the strands of hair and his uniform was charred with multiple holes through it. "The Phantom Bomber, a nice Snipe technique which lets undetectable bombs get planted on the enemy. The more collected in one spot, the bigger the boom." She walked over and hoisted the teen on her shoulders without a hint of strain.

Climbing up the stairs, the greenette could hear the voices of her friends from above. With some pep in her step, Taki ran up the stretch of stairs as the unconscious Nijimura brother shook and bounced. It didn't take long for heterochromatic eyes to stare back at a pair of baby blue. Everyone but her father was gathered outside of one specific door.

That door having the sound of familiar babble from behind its wooden threshold. "Taki-Taki! You're okay?!" Josuke looked ready to hug her if he didn't catch sight of Okuyasu's injured brother slung over the greenette's shoulder. "Big brother!" The teen quickly rushed over to his sibling. "Don't worry. He's alright albeit beaten up. Plus, his ego needed a nice kick so common sense can walk back in." The witch doctor chuckled, smiling with her tongue out.

Before anyone could go through the door, a particular situation needed to be handled first. A soft gold aura from Crazy Diamond enveloped the wounded platinum blonde in its soothing embrace. Wounds and damages done to both flesh and clothing vanished in seconds as the teen slowly woke up.

Keicho looked at all the faces surrounding him before he settled to glare at the woman who was the large beast from earlier. "You're lucky I'm a merciful person and you care about your family more than you let on. So, how long has your dad been cursed?" Taki-Taki's words surprised everyone but Lani-Loli, Aku-Aku and Okuyasu for obvious reasons.

There was a reason why the Nijimura brothers, well mainly Keicho, were using the Stand Arrow to create Stand Users. It was for the sake of their father. From Okuyasu's memories, their father had gotten into 'bad' connections with Dio. A deal of sorts that had more consequences than the man had thought. Upon Dio's death, bits of the vampire's flesh that were implanted in their dad had triggered a transformation of sorts.

A being unable to speak and unable to die that skittered through the halls of their home like a mouse for years. "Are you capable of giving him his eternal rest? We've been searching for someone that could extinguish that mindless 'thing' who used to be our father." His plea shook with pure desperate hope and sincere sorrow.

Reasonable for spending years in a house with a monster that was once your father, especially one mistaken for being mindless. "Have you noticed something odd about your home right now?" The question from the witch doctor was enough to widen the eyes of both brothers. It was the lack of skittering from something large that constantly moved through the house.

"Your father isn't mindless or gone. He's still there." Taki-Taki then opened the door to the room. Everyone was greeted to the appearance of a particular marsupial talking to an odd kappa-like creature. The being had thick green skin, slightly deformed from the lumps on his body such as the head or fingers, what appeared to be a beak for a mouth and wore worn clothes such as a white shirt and black shorts.

This had to be the Nijimura brothers' cursed father but what was strange is that he was showing a hoodless Crash something. An old photograph from the slight yellow coloration that showed a man and two very familiar young children smiling at the camera. The two were conversing in unintelligible babble but both clearly understood the other.

"That's our old family photo… He was searching for the photo of what he used to be…" The fact from Okuyasu's lips was enough to paint the picture for them. Despite the vast deformity, their father still remembered them, of their family before it all went to hell. The other oddity in the room finally hit everyone unaware of it.

"What's with the giant animal? It looks like an eastern barred bandicoot...if it was a living mascot costume." Koichi's question was paired with him pointing at the large marsupial. "Seriously dad? If you want to make friends then tell us instead of going into some rando's house after peeing on a town landmark."

The comical looks of eyeballs about to pop out from their sockets and jaws dropping to the floor made the greenette wish that she brought a camera seeing everyone's face. It was even funnier that the pompadour prince's hair looked ready to pop from the intensity of his utter shock. Surprisingly, Josuke was the first to get his speech back.

"T-that's your dad?! H-h-how?!" Now that done it for the greenette began laughing upon the purplette's insinuation. "Hahahaha! I'm adopted silly. Crash raised me ever since I was a baby that got washed ashore on his island. He may be a 'mentally challenged' wacky bandicoot but he's still my dad!"

The marsupial walked over and hugged Taki-Taki before placing a hand on her back. His pose and chest puffed up proudly practically screamed 'Yep, that's my daughter.' Strangely enough, it did make some sense about the young woman's oddness. Both Taki-Taki and Crash carried that same energetic weirdness to them.

"Aw. Such a sweet moment. Sweet enough to make me puke!" An unrecognizable male voice immediately had eyes facing the front. Part of the wall was charged with frantic electricity as if something was inside the wiring. It was easy to tell it was bad news from Keicho's sudden grimace.

One of the power outlets immediately exploded outward in large yellow bolts of electricity. The malevolent energy crackling as it began to form into a near physical entity. This new form resembled a bright yellow kappa from the beak and near egg shaped dish on its head with a long spindly lizard tail, thin almost featureless body and sparks of electricity crackling from its skin.

However it was the items it had that drew up red flags for everyone. In this being's clawed fingers was an ancient bow and arrow. The same ones no doubt capable of granting someone a Stand. "Oh no! Is that the Bow and Arrow, the one you guys have been talking about!?" Lani-Loli's cry made the electrifying entity smile maliciously.

"Guess who's Stand has fully awakened Nijimura? I honestly thought nothing would get you to drop your guard of the Arrow but I guess that chick and her friends was just enough! It was almost easy to snatch it with my Red Hot Chili Pepper's power!" The platinum blonde could only growl at his careless mistake. He was too caught up in his pursuit of powerful Stand Users to realize this kind of outcome.

"Do you really think your capable of wielding the Arrow's power? Your Stand has only just awakened after all! There's no way you can wield it properly!" Keicho hissed while the blue aura of his Stand began to flare up. The enemy Stand or Red Hot Chili Pepper merely laughed before aiming his glare on the blond.

"So naive. My Stand's powers had grown while you were busy. After all, you did say those with a powerful fighting spirit can manifest equally powerful Stands. Here let me show you!" It was quick as a bolt of lightning. One second Chili Pepper was at the socket and the next he was about to punch Keicho's chest. Only if a spin of orange didn't jump in front of the Red Hot Chili Peppers' range.

The Stand merely continued its charge only to cry out in shock when a twirling fist hit his face alongside a glare that were both from Crash Bandicoot. Chili Pepper was smacked back inside the electrical socket from the marsupial's Tornado Spin technique as Crash stood protectively in front of the older Nijimura Brother.

"Lani-Loli!" Aku-Aku's cry wasn't missed as the two masks quickly went into action. Both of them focused a bit of their magic that was quickly released in the form of a violent bluish stream. The shot struck the power outlet as the yellow electricity that threatened to return was shoved back inside the wiring so hard that the sockets literally exploded.

A scream of 'You'll pay for this!' followed until the leftover sparks crackled into nothing. "You saved my life… Why? Why help your enemy?!" Keicho questioned whilst staring at the orange bandicoot. Crash mere made a bunch of hand signals before smiling with a thumbs up. It was sign language.

"He said 'No family should mourn for a death that could be avoided.' Sure you tried to kill me, shot Koichi, created an army of Stand Users and tried to shoot your brother's face but you were only being a big jackass so your family didn't have to suffer. Your lives are already messed up as it is, you don't need it to become even worse."

The older teen who didn't expect the response widened his eyes before he subtly began to chuckle. "You all are insane." The sentence only made a stupid grin pop on the father and daughter duo's face. Everyone's attention was soon back on the blown power outlet.

"I fear that this situation has escalated into unimaginable levels. Creating a cure to the Nijimura matriarch shouldn't be difficult for me to find. However, that Bow and Arrow needs to be recovered as soon as possible. I could only fear what kind of horrors it could create in the hands of that fiend." Aku-Aku's warning wasn't lost on anyone.

Things were only to get more dangerous from now on.

I hope this was much better than my original script! There will be changes to some of Part 4's plot mainly that some deaths will be averted like Ryohei's and Keicho's. I honestly felt it was a dick to kill Keicho instead of using the chance to give him some character.

Taki-Taki's Beast Out ability has made an appearance. This lets her transform into any non-human creature whether it is a familiar or by consuming particular materials with a special potion. Kinda like N Brio's potions but more refined. Her magic is mostly restricted along with speech for particular Titans but she gets access to two powerful spells that can be set on a specific form. Her Snipe form having Mind Read and Advanced Healing Magic.

Crash deflecting an electric Stand like Red Hot Chili Pepper isn't so farfetched if you take the Cortex battle in the first Crash game. He's also more of a forgiving person when you take into consideration his interactions with Cortex in both Twinsanity but also some flashback tapes I heard about in Crash 4.

And Jotaro having trust issues is normal considering how many bad encounters he had with Stand Users especially in Part 3.

Until next time folks! Enjoy this Crash Bandicoot 4 Rap by JT Machinima.

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The Taking- Character Notes

I worked up some character descriptions to use as reference for the characters that appear in the Taking. Pictures of creatures are references for bodyshape/conformation, not for exact appearance. The guys all have their own face, hair, eyes, except where noted.

Character Descriptions so far:

Linnea- Vampire. White skin, short pink hair cut into the shapes of magpies, white cableknit tunic, black velvet looking pants, leather overcoat, battle axe

Saskia- Human specially trained to hunt otherbeings Blonde hair, blue eyes, blue silk patterned shirt under a wool peacoat, black leather pants, over the knee leather riding boots

Alain- Dryad *winks at IA*

Valentino- Satyr. Montechristo goat legs, black hoodie sweatshirt over a tank top with the VR46 logo, sneakers designed to fit hooves.

Colin- Naga. Rattle Snake from the waist down, blue leather motorcycle jacket, grey concert tshirt No Shoes, just a sexy tan coloured rattle the size of your fist and forearm. 6 Rattles, and one small one forming(one for every seven years.)

Credit: https://www.redbubble.com/i/art-print/The-Naga-by-Bammelsan/35613939.1G4ZT

Aron- golem, jasper green skin with kintsugi instead of all his tattoos.

Wears a black cocktail dress and sneakers with his socks pulled up.

Skin is this type of green, tattoos are gold instead of black

Pippit- Mage who works with the Gatekeepers. Short woman, young faced but with a grandmotherly attitude.

George- Paperwight, looks like he’s made of newspaper origami, with strips of paper for hair and big, glowing, tennis ball sized yellow eyes. His newspaper skin reports on what he is doing.

Not Pictured

Robert- Emperor Eagle Harpy

This shape (but Robert has a noble eagle beak, and his own hair)

This bird

Credit: https://twitter.com/vvisti/status/1084682754095308800

Jorge Lorenzo- Sphinx, Anthro human face, dark furred wings, dark furred mane, goatee, red stripe in hair and red x on chest.

Credit: Pathfinder Games

Andre- A gargoyle. During the day he is stone and sits on the roof of the Gatekeepers’ station, as the sun sets he becomes a flesh creature with clawed hands and feet and wings.

Buemi- The Gatekeepers’ weaponsmith/gunsmith. Has a workshop in the basement of the station where he designs and manufactures weapons for the various creatures who guard the gates to the Hedge. The same type of gargoyle as Andre.

Jev- A handsome human ghost, appears normal except for having been decapitated. His body functions under the control of his head and often carries his head under its arm. If set down his head leaks ectoplasmic blood.

Zephyr- The spirit of the mechanical age. A huge green steam locomotive. Currently sealed in stasis by a powerful spell. Founder of the Gatekeepers.

Sebastian- Vampire, human passing. Redbull beanie and a racing jacket.

Kimi- Ice Giant. Has a size spell that fits him into human spaces. Really 15 feet tall with white hair and eyes and glacier blue skin. Wears biker boots, jeans, and a parka to keep the cold in.

Alex Albon- Stoneskin changeling, carved soapstone statue appearance, angular features.

Jenson- Tall, beautiful pale vampire. Since he’s been taken by the Fae his eyes have turned from totally red to totally black.

Teddy Bear- Appears in Arcadia to be a knee high stuffed bear with round black eyes and lots of seams and stitches where his limbs have been sewn back on.

Dani Pedrosa- Dani shaped when human, scars and seams over his joints.

Shaped like this when bear

Credit: https://www.flickr.com/photos/gweeb/35329294

Marc and Alex Marquez- Harvestman. Appears in traditional grey robes with scythe or, in his more modern iteration, as a human man in a black on black three piece suit with his face covered in black greasepaint except a white painted skull

Credit: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/nQY5G6

Rinsy- Muskox-taur. Rams horns on his head, his own long brown curly hair, and the same wooly kind of hair on his muskox lower body. Wears a vest spun and knit from his own quivet(muskox wool).

Lando: Appears perfectly human, but with a malign air about him. In his illusions he appears as a small boy with bright curly hair. Without illusions, he appears as himself, though younger.

Joe Roberts: Appears human until his emotions are up, or he’s done his trick of stepping through one painted door and out another somewhere else, then he appears to be human, but leaves streaks of paint on anything he touches. In his shed he has a painting that looks something like this, but the scene is of a farm family.

Credit: https://www.sothebys.com/en/auctions/ecatalogue/2017/old-masters-evening-l17036/lot.48.html

Guanyu: Guanyu is a twelve year old faun. He has water deer hind legs, a little darker and redder than they will be when he grows up, and spotted with white fawn spots. When he grows up, instead of antlers, he will grow a handsome set of fangs.

Pedro: Pedro looks like any other fourteen year old human except, because he is a curupira, his feet face the opposite direction.

Andrea Iannone: A tall, broad shouldered vampire.

Antonio Giovinazzi: Formed similarly to a harpy, Antonio has bird wings instead of arms, bird legs that end in hunting talons, and a lustrous, flowing tail. His feathers are scarlet and form a red mane and crest around his human face, but when he is ready to fly, his full bird form makes it’s appearance.

Checo: Another of the harpy style people, a Huitzilopochtli, with hummingbird feathers. He travels with Esteban Gutierrez, who is his Xiuhcoatl, or Fire Serpent. A feathered serpent, he has an elongated torso, though he does have legs, unlike a naga, and arms, which have flight feathers along them.

Esteban Ocon: 8 Feet tall in human spaces, though a great deal of that is his sinewy neck. He walks upright on his hind legs and is smooth scaled, bottle green. He doesn’t have this horn/whiskery arrangement, but it was hard to find a picture of a dragon where it doesn’t look like they’re half cheese grater.

Lance: The Trickster Raven, he can choose which parts of his body to manifest as a bird, but his most common is the traditional-

Credit: White Wolf, World of Darkness

Max Verstappen: Max was always a frogman, but since he got back from Arcadia, he seems to have an extra tick in his step. When he works at the multicultural center he wears a double breasted uniform jacket that reminds Saskia of the toy nutcrackers from the Nutcracker Suite.

Helmut Marko: Most cyclops are giants, but this one is small, wizened, and runs a museum for people of all species to learn about one another’s cultures.

The Fauns:

In addition to Rinsey, the leader, there is another member of the gang who is not technically a faun. Andrea Migno is a hind- similar to a centaur, but instead of a horse body, he has the delicate legs and hooves of a mountain chamois, a deerlike creature from his native Italy. Unlike the rest of the Fauns, he wears his hair short, and the fur on his legs is short as well, and his legs are dyed with gold and blue stripes that make him look like he’s wearing socks.

Marco Bezzecchi, Enea Bastianini, Lorenzo Baldassarri, Pecco Bagnaia, and Matia Pasini are also members of the gang. They are all true fauns, with wooly goat legs and long wooly hair to match.

If I was a better artist, you’d all have a better idea what everyone looks like. Sorry.

#motorsport fanfiction #motogp fanfiction #formula 1 fanfiction #alternate universe urban fantasy

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hailing-stars · 5 years ago

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for peter - part 3

Summary

“Tony.”

He turned and saw Pepper marching towards them.

“You brought the leash,” said Pepper, her voice clipped, annoyed. “Our daughter is on a leash, but our dog isn’t.”

“Honey, she darts,” said Tony. “When she’s as responsible as the dog, she can come off the leash.”

Morgan’s third Christmas holiday with her dog brother.

An AU where Peter is turned into a dog instead of snapped out of existence and spends that five year gap living with the Starks at their lake cabin

read part one, part two

part three after the cut, or read on ao3

“Dad!”

Tony didn’t look up from his phone, but he knew Morgan was trying to race off towards the pond for two reasons.

The first was the same reason Tony wanted to burst into song every time someone told him you’re welcome. Morgan had Moana on repeat at the cabin since she discovered it months ago. The songs never disappeared from Tony’s mind, and the desire to chase after bodies of water never disappeared from Morgan’s.

The second was more obvious. It was the leash in his hand, being pulled at and tugged on, by the three-year-old on the other end.

“Daaddd,” Morgan repeated. “Come on, I wanna go look at the water.”

Tony looked up and over at dock resting in pond. Ice chucks were breaking apart and melting, and the water glistened with sunlight poking out from behind the clouds. It was a strangely warm day for early December. The perfect sort of day for walking around their favorite park, or at least, it would’ve been if Nat wasn’t blowing up his phone with distracting text messages.

His cellphone buzzed and his screen lit up, and even though Morgan was pulled on her leash and Buddy tried to get his attention by nudging his hand with his nose, Tony felt compelled to look at them.

“Just a minute, little miss,” said Tony. He looked at Buddy and gave him the end of Morgan’s kid leash. “Here. Hold this.”

Buddy took the leash in his mouth and sat down, freeing up Tony to read Nat’s messages. They were the same as always. Nothing new. Just updates on her children’s home, on whatever that flying space girl was doing in space, on hopeless things Tony didn’t care to read about.

As a reply, he snapped a picture of Buddy holding the leash in his mouth with Morgan in the background, still trying to reach the water’s edge. He pushed send and pocketed his phone, hoping Nat would get the message. That he had better things to look at than her text messages that dwelled on the past.

He was moving and moved on. She should, too.

“Tony.”

He turned and saw Pepper marching towards them.

“You brought the leash,” said Pepper, her voice clipped, annoyed. “Our daughter is on a leash, but our dog isn’t.”

“Honey, she darts,” said Tony. “When she’s as responsible as the dog, she can come off the leash.”

Buddy barked his agreement, the leash slipping through his teeth as he did, sending Morgan tumbling to the ground in a faceplant. Tony and Pepper paused, preparing to dry tears, but Morgan just giggled, stood up and tried wiping the mud off her clothes, only smearing it around even more.

“You’re on bath duty tonight,” Pepper told him, as Tony offered her his arm and she accepted it. “For both our kids.”

Together, with Buddy following close behind, and Tony back in control of the leash that prevent Morgan from drowning herself in the pond, they finally walked over to the dock and watched the ice chucks floating in around in the water, appreciating that one sunny day December had to offer.

Tony was crouched down in front of the fireplace, adjusting fuzzy reindeer ears on top of Buddy’s head with one hand and his phone out and ready to snap a picture in his other. When they were near to perfect, Tony scooted backward and stood up. He wasn’t fast enough though, but before he could get his picture, Buddy had laid down on the floor and swiped the ears off with his front paws.

“Don’t be like that,” said Tony, crouching back down and picking up the reindeer ears. “It’s cute.”

Buddy groaned and covered his eyes with his paws.

“Don’t you wanna be a reindeer?”

Buddy huffed a growl.

“Morgan will love it.”

He uncovered his eyes and his tail slowly started to wag, and after a few seconds, he sat up and allowed Tony to readjust the ears. Buddy didn’t try taking them off that time. Just stared at Tony, looking sad and pathetic and like he’d rather be going off to a vet appointment.

“Now stay still,” said Tony. He lifted his phone back up, but just as he was clicking on his camera app, Morgan sprinted into the living room, wielding a plastic sword.

She stopped, took one look at Buddy, then ripped the ears off him. “He doesn’t like those, dad.”

Tony dropped his phone hand down to his side in defeat. With children and dogs, it was impossible to get a good picture.

“Wanna play princess dragon with me?” Morgan asked Buddy, while she whacked her father in the knees with the sword.

Buddy barked and followed her out of the room, and in spite, stepping on the reindeer ears as he trotted along after her.

They skidded across the floor, and with a sigh of defeat, Tony picked them up. He put them on his own head and settled with a selfie, hoping it was wild and ridiculous to get the message across to Nat, or at the very least, make her smile.

Putting Morgan to bed on Christmas Eve turned out to be the most difficult feat Tony had ever been tasked with.

She had ideas, about trapping Santa, and meeting the reindeers, and maybe an elf, and it didn’t matter how times Tony tried explaining to her Santa would not come until she was asleep. She was persistent. She escaped her bedroom on four different occasions armed with her plastic sword, that Tony regretted buying immensely.

“Go to sleep,” said Tony, plopping her back on her bed, after wrestling the sword away from her grip. “Or I’m telling Santa to leave you coal.”

Morgan giggled, then looked up at Tony with big, brown eyes. “Tell me a story? One about my spider brother.”

Tony never missed an opportunity to talk about Peter, so he was persuaded. At some point during the bedtime story, Buddy joined them and laid down at the end of Morgan’s bed. By the time he was finished, Morgan was drifting off, with that look in her eyes that told Tony he was hovering somewhere between awake and asleep.

“Daddy,” she said, shifting around under the blankets. “I know Pete’s in heaven, but sometimes I feel like he’s here with us.”

“Yeah, me too,” Tony told her, running a hand through her hair. “Now go to sleep, so Santa will bring the gifts.”

Morgan’s eyes finally fell shut, for real, that time. Tony could tell by her breathing, and how peaceful she looked, that this wasn’t another fake-out.

He took a few seconds. Watched her chest moving up and down, then left her room and headed to the kitchen, with Buddy following close behind him.

Tony went straight for Santa’s cookies, savoring every bite, until he realized Buddy was sat in the middle of the kitchen floor. Staring at him.

“What?” asked Tony. He waged a half-eaten cookie at him “Don’t give me that look. You’re old enough to know these were never really for Santa.”

Buddy barked, loud and mad.

“Hey, quiet it down,” said Tony, in a low voice. “I just got the gremlin to sleep.”

Buddy made a low noise Tony interrupted as a grumble, and laid down on the floor, looking up at him with sad eyes. It was all that talk about Peter. Sometimes Tony forget just how much Buddy missed him, too.

Tony put his cookie back down on the plate and crouched down next to his dog, massaging his ears.

“What do you wanna do, huh? Wanna go out for burgers? At our spot?”

Their diner probably wasn’t open on Christmas Eve, but Tony could break in. Grill his own burgers. He could do that. For Buddy.

Buddy jumped up and darted out of the room. When he came back, he had his favorite, bright yellow tennis ball in his mouth. His tail was wagging. He was giving Tony big, brown puppy dog eyes.

“Ok, fine,” said Tony. “Let me get my coat.”

Tony suited up with snow boots and coat, then headed outside, in the frigid, winter air. He snowman him, Morgan, and Pepper made was still standing over by the icy lake. His nose was missing. Tony suspected Gerald. That little shit.

Buddy dropped his tennis ball and ran to the side of the house, forcing Tony to stick his hand into the freeze to pick it up and clog through the snow to follow him.

The dog finally stopped once he got to a clear patch of snow, on the side of the yard Morgan had yet to trample through. He dug his nose around in the fresh snow, and it took Tony a few seconds to realize Buddy wasn’t just playing in the snow. He was drawing something.

Once his was finished, he sneezed snow off his nose, and sat down, his tail wagging back and forth as he looked up at Tony, like a childhood showing off a crayon drawing.

Tony’s breath caught. In the snow, he had written the word Underoos, with a backwards R and an upside-down E. Had Tony ever referred to Peter as Underoos around Buddy? Tony couldn’t remember, but he must have, because that was the only explanation he could wrap his mind around.

“I always knew you were a genius, boy,” said Tony. “I – I know, I really miss him, too.”

Buddy groaned, again, and his tail stopped wagging. He walked over and nudged Tony’s hand, the one that held the ball.

They fell into a rhythm under the bright, winter stars, in the calm of Christmas Eve. Throw, run, return, repeat. Each time Buddy ran back with the ball was one more time he trampled over the writing he’d made in the snow. He was back and forth, back and forth, until it was unreadable, until it was no more.

Tony walked into his bedroom and was assaulted by Christmas music, wrapping paper, and bows.

Pepper stood over their bed, ripping shiny blue wrapping paper off a dog toy Tony had tried to wrap according to her standard, but obviously, had failed. She gave him a look as he had walked closer and threw the Yoda dog toy at him. It hit his chest, squeaked, then fell to the floor by his feet, forcing Tony to pick it up.

“How many of those did you buy?” asked Pepper, a slight smile on her lips. She could pretend to be outraged by Tony spoiling both their child and their dog with toys on Christmas, but Tony knew she loved him for it.

“He needs the whole set,” said Tony, sinking down on their bed, causing heaps of torn wrapping paper to crinkle under him. He put Yoda down in the pile of other Star War toys Pepper had yet to wrap.

Most were dog toys for Buddy, but there were a few plastic lightsabers for Morgan, too.

“Yeah. The same way Morgan needed an alpaca.”

“She didn’t,” said Tony. “Gerald needed us.”

Gerald the alpaca joined their family of misfits on Morgan’s third birthday. She had wanted a petting zoo for her party, and had gotten one, and when she overheard the employees talking about sending Gerald off to an early retirement, she’d convinced Tony to write a check.

Tony had Gerald less than a day before they out figured why the petting zoo workers didn’t think he was fit to work. Gerald was a pain in his ass, so naturally, him and Buddy and Morgan all became fast friends.

“Tony, seriously?” asked Pepper. She unwrapped the red and gold, Iron Man, dog sweater. “You’re never going to get this thing on him.”

“Sure I will.”

“May I remind you of the time you tried getting him to wear a sweater?”

“That was different,” said Tony, snatching the dog sweater away from her and holding it up to see the Iron Man emblem and trying not to have flashbacks of a shredded AC/DC sweater. “He clearly has bad taste in music, but this… Pete will love this.”

After a few beats passed, and Pepper didn’t say anything, Tony lowered the sweater and looked at her. She was staring at him. With concern. A look in her eyes that was familiar, but one he hadn’t seen for years.

“What?”

“You know… you know that Buddy isn’t Peter, right?” she asked him, carefully. “That Peter’s gone?”

“What? Yeah, yeah of course,” said Tony. “Because that would be… just… ridiculous. That would be ridiculous.”

Pepper eyed him with suspicion, as if she didn’t quite believe him, but then, the moment passed, and she fixed him with a small smile. She took the sweater back from him and laid it flat on the bed, beginning to wrap it with precision only she could manage.

“Where’s Buddy, anyway?” she asked. “He’s being too quiet. It’s scaring me.”

A valid question, and even more valid concern. Every other night they wrapped presents, Buddy was outside the door, whining or trying to claw his way in. He was worse than a literal child about wanting to catch a peak of his presents early.

Tony stood up off the bed and walked over to the window. Down below, Buddy was visible, running around in the snow, near the icy lake, and near where Gerald was stood inside his stable. Buddy had refused to come back inside after Tony had decided he’d had enough of throwing the ball around. Almost as if his grief for Peter had turned into anger towards him.

“Running around,” answered Tony. “Blowing off some steam.”

He turned back in time to see Pepper fold the wrapping paper over the Iron Man sweater. Maybe he’d wait a couple of days before trying to make him wear it and snapping a picture. Maybe he’d wait until Buddy’s anger melted away with the snow.

Christmas morning turned Tony’s living room into a disaster zone. Torn wrapping paper laid about in piles, empty boxes and shiny new toys, both for dog and for child, were spread out all over. The toys went ignored, though, while Buddy rustled around in the wrapping paper and Morgan was sat inside a giant box, pretending she was a spaceship and about to shoot lasers into the Death Star.

They watched too much Star Wars in their house. Pete would be proud.

After they were done playing with the trash, Morgan and Buddy settled down on the couch and watched Morgan’s latest obsession, Frozen. She stretched out, used the dog as her pillow, and tapped her foot on the cushion to the beat of the songs. They were both distracted, and so Tony and Pepper saw the perfect opportunity to rid their living room of paper and cardboard.

Tony left the spaceship box behind, though, when he and Pepper bundled all the trash together to take out back to the waste bins. He’d never survive the whining if he didn’t.

It didn’t take them long to dispose of the trash. Just a few minutes, and then another few minutes on top of that to make the hot chocolate and put some cookies on a plate. Ten minutes, tops, but tragedies have happened in less time than that.

When they returned, there was a chill in the house. Their front door was sitting wide open.

“Morgan?” asked Tony, hurrying in the living room. He peaked over the top of the couch and saw, or didn’t see, exactly what he feared.

There was no daughter, no dog. Just Frozen playing for an empty room.

Tony was outside in seconds, with Pepper rushing along beside him. His sock covered feet tore through the snow, towards the lake, where he knew, without looking, that’s where Morgan had gone. When he did look up, when he finally forced himself to see, it was another fear confirmed.

Buddy and Morgan were in the lake. Morgan, with her arms locked around Buddy’s neck, and Buddy, trying to keep his head above the water, dog paddling with all the strength of a golden retriever.

Tony and Pepper both arrived at the water’s edge just as Buddy carried Morgan out of the lake. She was lifted up, and straight into Pepper’s arms, shivering, teeth chattering, too cold and scared to even cry.

“Mom - mommy,” she said, then coughed. “I’m sorry, I wanted to be like Elsa and walk on the ice, but I fell through.”

Tony looked dog as Buddy emerged from the water, slow and sluggish, whining a little.

“Please don’t be mad.”

“We’re not mad,” said Tony. He tore his eyes away from Buddy and put his hand through his daughter’s freezing, soaking hair. “Just promise, never again?”

“I promise. Is.. is Buddy going to be okay?”

“He’s going to be fine,” Pepper told her, killing the panic in not just Morgan, but also Tony. He didn’t know how she did it, how she remained so calm in terrifying situations. “Daddy’s going to take care of him while I get you all dried off, okay?”

“O-okay.” She clung onto to Pepper, borrowing her head in her neck.

Tony crouched down where Buddy lay in the snow, wrapped his arms around him and picked him up, carrying him as he trailed after Pepper back into the cabin. Once inside, she took Morgan upstairs, and Tony carefully placed Buddy in front of the fireplace before leaving him, just for a few seconds, to get some towels and on an impulse, Pepper’s hair dryer.

Buddy was still lying scarily still when Tony hurried back and began the hard work of getting him dry. He whined a little, and whimpered, when he watched Tony plug the hair dryer in, but didn’t try to escape. He stayed perfectly still as Tony dried him, and as Tony’s thoughts run wild with the worse possible version of that Christmas day.

He could’ve lost everything. In ten minutes. Two thirds of his world. Gone. Just like that. Just like snapping a finger.

Tony switched the hair dryer off and ran his hand across Buddy’s back. He was warm. He was dry. He was still breathing.

He let out a breath and closed his eyes, only blinking them open when he felt a paw on his knee. Buddy stared up at him, all wide brown eyes that stabbed at Tony’s chest, that threatened him with a truth Tony wasn’t ready to face.

He broke eye contact, and instead, rubbed the top of Buddy’s head.

“You glory hound,” said Tony. “You just can’t stop saving people, huh?”

Buddy responded with a bark. A real one. Something Tony needed to hear to fully understand that Buddy was truly okay.

He stood up, sudden, causing Tony to fall back on the palm of his hands, just watching as Buddy ran across the room, grabbed the red Iron Man dog sweater between his teeth, and ran back over. He dropped it in front of Tony, sat down, and looked at him expectantly.

“Is this a joke? Because that’s bad for an old man’s heart.”

Buddy barked at him, then nudged the sweater closer to him with his nose.

Tony smiled and pulled the sweater over him, lifting him up and helping him put his front two legs through the sleeves.

“I gotta say, boy,” said Tony. “Red’s your color. Wanna go show Pep? Can you believe she said you wouldn’t wear it?”

Buddy barked again and followed Tony up the stairs, his tail wagging as they went.

The next morning started the day Pepper gave up buying dog food and trying to get Buddy to eat it. She grilled him a steak for breakfast and let him eat at the table. He sat next to Morgan as she sipped the milk from her cereal. He wore his Iron Man sweater, and Morgan wore her Christmas pajamas.

Another perfect opportunity to snap a picture.

He took it, and for once, it didn’t get ruined.

Tony sent it to Nat, who finally decided to respond with something that wasn’t related to Avenger’s business.

cute dog

#irondad #irondad fic #Tony stark #Peter parker #irondad bingo #for peter #Peter is a dog #Peter Parker is a little shit #Tony Stark needs a hug

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hitchell-mope · 5 years ago

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(First film. Prologue. Instead of an iPad activated by Mal, Jay is in a white void room dressed for the coronation his hands are glowing brightest gold with magic)

Jay: once upon a time, well, two decades ago. The town loony’s daughter. Married the accursed beast. Of course he wasn’t a beast when they tied the knot (his magic creates images of the story as he tells it) true loves kiss solves everything. They had no honeymoon. Instead. Adam brought the kingdoms together and became the king of the United States of Auradon. And guess what he did? (Chuckles darkly) the overly shaved bastard pooled together his resources and magic. And engaged in necromancy, bringing back all the villains (passing by a line of said villains) you know the usual suspects, crown head, dragon lady, the psychotic furrier and my father. The mad genie. (He pauses in front of Jafar’s frozen form). Along with many many others who died in their stories. The “heroes”, for want of a better word, brought them all back. Along with the sidekicks and basically anyone who didntbfir in their perfect widdle bubble. To add insult to injury. The barrier they put up around the prison prevented them leaving even though the god of the dead were among the throngs punished. Can’t get out with out the fairy godmothers wand you see. There’s also no WiFi. So the days and nights are positively tedious. So it left them with nothing to do but procreate. How did they think villains would tear their own offspring when they’ve tried to murder innocents on multiple occasions. Needless to say their absolutely shit as parents. So we try to stay away as much as we can. Form gangs. Safety in numbers. It helps when you can turn some creepy old man who’s looking at your friend inside out with a snap of your fingers. You’ll meet more of us soon. But for now (he walks up to Ben’s portrait) you get to see the oh so handsome prince fight on our behalf against his nimrod of a father to give us basic human rights. See you soon

(His body glows completely gold and he disappears in a flash of light. Ben’s portrait is zoomed in on and changes to him rushing down a hallway with Doug)

Ben: oh darn we’re late

Doug: it’s alright. It’s not like they can start the meeting without you. You did call it after all

Ben: good point. Ohhhh if this doesn’t work I swear I’m holing myself up in my room with teenage dirtbag on repeat for a week

Doug: it’ll work

Ben: oh I hope so

(They burst into the meeting room. Several adults turn to look at him. Ben looks like he might pass out)

Ben: heh hhhhhhhhi heh heh

(He falls backwards but Doug catches him)

Doug: sorry about that but it was a long walk

Belle: it’s ok Doug. There was more then enough tea.

Adam: son.

Ben: mom. Pop. Uhhhh

Leah: Benjamin will this take long. I’m sure Audrey is waiting for you

Ben: pardon.

Leah: I’ve set reservations at a What was it Aurora?

Aurora: Burger King mommie. I suggested it.

Leah: why?

Belle (every fibre of her being fighting to not roll her eyes): anyway. Ben. What is it you wanted to talk to us about.

Ben: uh. Heh heh. As you all know I’m going to be king in a few months.

Adam: and we couldn’t be prouder

Leah: Audrey is so looking forward to your coronation then there’s the cotillion and we all know what comes after.

Snow: your majesty’s. Please. Let Ben speak. The poor child looks as though he might faint. Hello Doug dear

Doug: hi aunt Snow.

Snow: carry on Ben dear

Ben (slightly less nervous now): thank you your highness. As I was saying. I’m going to be king in a few months and I needed to decide on my first proclamation. And I’ve finally thought of one-hang on. Where are mr and Mrs Dearly

Beast: who?

Snow: the ones with all the delightful doggies

Leah: mutts. They are mutts. Who need to be shot

Aurora: I’m sorry for her. She’s recently been taken ill and hasn’t been quite the same since

Belle: she broke a leg coming back from a hunting trip. That is no excuse for her god awful behaviour

Leah: whatever do you mean?

Belle: I’d tell you. But then we’d be here forever

(Ben stays standing there unsure of what to do)

Doug: I think it may be time for Ben to say his piece yes?

Belle, Aurora and Snow: yes.

Doug: thank you. Carry on Ben

Adam: why are you here.

Doug: pardon?

Leah: yes Adam. I would like to know as well. Why are you here. Whoever you are

Doug: ah ha ooh boy. I’m Doug. Ben’s future major-domo. I’ve been in his class since pre-K.

(Leah just stares blankly at him)

Doug (long suffering sigh): my father is dopey the dwarf. Diamond miner. Made Audrey’s tennis bracelet

Leah: oh yes. So why are you in a meeting meant for royalty

Ben: IWANTTOBRINGCHILDRENOVERFROMTHEISLANDOFTHELOST

(All adults are silent. The the Dearly’s burst in)

Anita: we are so sorry we’re late. BB-8 got hold of my patent leather pumps and why does it feel like death warmed up

Belle: Ben. I’m. I’m

Leah: appalled. And so is everyone else. You have have something to do with this don’t you dwarf?

Doug (under his breath): that didn’t take long

Adam: this. Really. This is your first proclamation? Of all things

Leah (damn near hysterical): why not just tax the rich!

Aladdin: oh shut up you old bitch. Go on Ben

Ben: thank you. Al

Leah: you will address the sultan by his proper title you little bollocks

Belle: ok that’s it. Get out you psychotic old biddy

(Leah gasps dramatically)

Belle: Lumiere would you please?

Lumiere: of course ma’am

(He physically drags Leah from the room)

Jasmine: I’m assuming that us being here has something to do with what children you are picking

Ben: I

Doug (not willing to let Ben take the blame if it all goes wrong): we

Ben (immensely grateful): we, thank you Doug, looked through records and dossiers and found the first four, of many, we’d like to bring over.

Belle (encouragingly): go on dear

Ben (more firmly): the children of, Jafar, Cruella De Vil, Queen Grimhilde. And Maleficent

(From the hallway Leah lets out a hysterical screech. Belle throws a stress ball at the door to shut her up. The rest remain silent)

Roger: they, they uh. Oh my god.

Adam (trying to regain control of the situation): Dearly calm down. It’s not as bad as you believe

Anita (laughing hollowly): not bad. N. Not bad. How can it not be bad. Cruella De Vil has a child!

Aurora: oh those poor dears

Snow: stepmother has a baby? I’m a sister. No. Wait. They wouldn’t be fathers.

Phillip: how old are they.

Adam: it matters not how old they are

Aladdin, Roger and Phillip: THE HELL IT DOESN’T

Phillip: TWENTY YEARS. I SLAYED THE DRAGON. YOU BROUGHT HER BACK. AND NOW WE FIND OUT SHE HAS A CHILD. Oh my god!

Snow: I feel sick.

Adam: now look what you’ve done Ben.

Aurora: Ben didn’t engage in necromancy and bring people who have hurt us back from the dead, dump them on an island that we can all see from our windows. And leave them to raise children. I for one commend him on wanting to try and do what’s right by those that we have left to squander.

Ben: thank you Aurora

Belle: when do you plan on bringing them over dear?

Ben: about that.

(Aladdin laughs. Well. Cackles is more like it)

Jasmine: today?

Ben: yes. At least. I hope so.

Anita: pardon dear?

Doug: we don’t know what their parents are like. If they are like the sultan and her husband or if they are like

Phillip (looking directly at Adam): I completely understand. It’s just

Aurora: we’re going on vacation to Malta. Right after this meeting in fact. So

Ben: no matter how much you want to meet Maleficent’s child. You can’t.

Aurora: if it helps. Audrey will be here I’m sure she’ll support you in your des... (Belle gives her a withering stare) yeah I know.

Ben: I told her last month, when I came up with the idea in fact

Phillip: and

Ben: she laughed me off. Then made me take her shopping.

Doug: if it helps Lonnie Jane fairy godmother and I are 100% behind him king Phillip

Phillip: it does actually Doug. Thank you

Ben: dad. Just hear me out. Every time I look out there over the water I feel like we abandoned them.

Adam: then close the drapes

Leah (from the hallway): hear hear

Belle: SHUDDIT

Aladdin: I for one love the idea. I look forward to meeting them.

Ben: thank you sir

Belle: when do we expect them

Ben: this afternoon. Hopefully.

Belle: and I’m assuming you’ve had this set up for a while

Doug: fairy godmother had helps us get everything ready.

Belle: that’s good. I suggest we adjourn this meeting so Ben can put the finishing touches on the task.

(Everyone leaves the room. Ben and Doug stay behind with Belle)

Ben: thanks mom

Doug: thank you your majesty

Belle: you’re welcome boys. Remember. My door is always open

(All three leave and go their separate ways. The boys head to Ben’s room where two girls are waiting)

Lonnie: well?

Ben: mom’s on board

Lonnie: and your dad?

Doug: who gives a shit what he thinks?

Lonnie: true.

Ben: thank you. All three of you. I couldn’t have done it without you all

Jane: you didn’t need me.

Ben: I did. Your my friends. I can hardly do anything without you guys

Lonnie: well there are a couple of things you need to do with our us. Exams for instance

Doug: thank god you said exams

Jane: uh oh

Ben: what?

Jane: 3...2...1...

(Another girl throws open the door and walks in like she owns the place)

Doug (aside to Jane): you have to teach me that

Jane: it’s magic. You can’t learn it. I don’t even want it.

Audrey: of course you don’t

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal #jay son of jafar #ben florian #anti leah descendants #belle descendants #anti beast descendants #snow white descendants

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rwbyremnants · 5 years ago

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NOTE: Sorry for all the delays with posting! I'm trying to get to updates as soon as I can, I promise!

=Chapter 5

By Monday morning, Weiss was eagerly looking forward to seeing Yang again. If someone had told her a month ago - or even a week - that she would care this much about one of the Dragons, no matter which one, she would have called them a lunatic, or told them to sit on it. Yet there she was, eyes sweeping the hallways for the long, flowing waves of gold that made her heart beat faster, even if she still wasn’t sure why.

No luck. Yang was absent that day.

By lunch, she was worried enough that she went over to the Dragons’ table. A few of them looked stunned that she was so openly approaching them in front of the entire student body, but at least Blake was smiling instead of scowling or shocked.

“Hey, Schnee. Come to slum with us?”

“As if you can afford to breathe my air,” she said simply, and Cinder scowled. However, the others laughed, seeing it for the joke it was. “Actually, I was worried about Yang. Didn’t she show up today?”

Everyone glanced between each other. She had a feeling she was edging into a private, members-only matter, but had no way of knowing that for sure without confirmation.

“Out sick,” Coco said shortly.

“The rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie-woogie flu,” Emerald added, and Cinder snorted. Blake and Coco giggled a little, though Weiss could tell by now that none of them were all that amused; just trying to entertain themselves.

No… to distract themselves. It scared her a little that she could tell the difference with such ruffians, but they were clearly worried and doing their best not to worry. Sitting down in an empty seat and shocking Coco enough that she blinked and drew her head back, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Blake said.

“No, something is. Maybe you don’t want to tell me, but… can you at least tell me if there’s anything I can do to help?”

Sneering, Cinder shot at her, “None of your business, Princess. Go back to where the streets are paved with gold and stop acting like you care.”

“Cinder…” Sighing, Blake turned back and said, “Sorry, Weiss. Internal stuff.”

That wasn’t very satisfying, but it was more forthcoming than the others had been. It also at least confirmed what she had guessed: this was a Dragons matter and outsiders were not permitted to know. Trying to pump them for more information would just piss them off - even Blake, who was less short with her than the others. So she took another tack.

“That’s alright. I hope she… feels better? Less boogie-woogie?”

That at least earned her a snort from Coco. “We’ll pass that along.”

“Thanks. Oh, by the way - can you tell me which one is her sister? I keep meaning to ask Yang but I always forget.”

“Huh?” Blake asked, clearly wrongfooted by the question. “Oh… uh, that’s her, over near the lunch line. Wearing that stupid red hood.”

“Double-thanks. And Coco?” The woman only tilted her sunglasses down to see her a little better. “I’m… sorry.”

The sunglasses tilted back up. She didn’t acknowledge what Weiss said otherwise, but she knew she was in pain and trying not to show it. The last thing she wanted to do was push.

The girl in the red hood was seated at a table with another girl whose orange-hued bobbed cut was topped by a pale pink bow, freckles on her cheeks aglow as she talked pleasantly. She reminded Weiss of that boy from Pep Comics, except female; she couldn’t recall his name since her parents disapproved of comic books after her father read some book by a psychiatrist that explained how they would “corrupt children”.

“Excuse me,” she said cautiously, leaning to one side just enough that she could see the girl’s chin past the fabric of her hood. The carrot top blinked and fell silent. “Um… are you Yang Xiao Long’s sister?”

“Oh great,” the girl sighed, turning to look up at her. She was very sweet-faced and pale, much like her sister, but her hair was brown. However, her eyes couldn’t be more different; a shade of silver that she had never seen before. “What did she do now?”

“No, nothing. I just… well, she’s not in school today, and I’m worried about her.” Belatedly, she added, “I’m Weiss, by the way.”

That changed the mood entirely. The girl blinked a few times and her head snapped back in shock, much like Coco's had done. “Weiss Schnee? I mean, uhhh… why are you talking to me?”

“Did… I not…” Turning to the other girl, she demanded, “I said I’m worried about her sister, didn’t I?”

“You did!” she replied promptly with a vaguely pleasant smile.

“Penny!” Yang’s sister breathed softly. “We can’t just talk to Weiss Schnee! She’s like… a Schnee, y’know?”

Weiss folded her arms over her chest. “Just what is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, u-uhh… I… didn’t mean anything by it, just like, you’re really neat, and pretty, a-and rich, and a senior, and you just have no reason to care about some cubes like us, so it’s not- I mean, why would we think you wanted to talk to us? So it makes more sense to… t-to-”

“To wait and see what she says to us?” Penny guessed.

“Yeah! Yeah, that’s it.”

“Then why don’t you wait and see what she says to us?”

Once confronted with the simplicity of that suggestion, the girl fell silent, seeming to shrink back into her hood as she stared down at her tray.

“It’s okay, really,” Weiss laughed uncomfortably. “Why don’t we try… Penny. What is your friend’s name?”

Penny’s clear blue-green eyes blinked a few times, then she turned to lean in and whisper, “Ruby, should I tell her your name?”

While Ruby was just staring across at Penny in sheer disbelief, Weiss covered her mouth to suppress another giggle. A second later, she sighed, then turned back to say, “Y-yeah. I’m Ruby Rose. It’s nice to meet you, even though I don’t know why- wait, wait… I remember, you were asking about Yang. Right? Is that right?”

“Right,” she sighed in relief.

“Okay! Um, I don’t know why you want to know, but uh, I don’t know, either.”

“Huh? How can you not know? You’re sisters.”

“I live with my Uncle Qrow,” she explained, pushing her food around her tray with her fork. “Yang lives with her mom. Been that way since my mom died; neither of them wanted to take in both of us, so they split the duties.”

Weiss’s heart sank to hear that. Their family situation sounded extremely complicated; same father, different mothers, unless she was misinterpreting Ruby’s words. Still, she didn’t want to make the girl feel any worse, or to let on how little she really knew about the biker who was steadily winning her over. “That’s unfortunate. I thought you both lived with her mom. Where… is your father?”

“Dad left,” she said casually. “When I was pretty little. Yang told me he and Mom were fighting a lot about who would get us, and I think he really wanted custody, but Mom was stubborn. And now he lives on the other side of the world. But… that was before she got sick.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I didn’t… Yang never…”

“She doesn’t talk about it much anymore.” Her smile was melancholy but resigned; she had clearly worked out her feelings on the matter many years ago. “But I still see her at school, so… that’s fine. Do you mind if I ask a funny question?”

“Funny ‘ha-ha’, or…?”

“How do you know Yang? Because I gotta say, you don’t look much like the rest of her, um, friends.”

Glancing over at the Dragons table, where Emerald was currently standing on the table with a tray balanced on top of her head while the others laughed, Weiss said, “Oh… I guess that’s true.”

“Are you a special friend?”

“What?” Getting what she meant, she turned to look at Ruby. “W-well, I- that’s not- we’re friends, yes.”

“What kind of friends?”

“Are you writing a book or something?!” Weiss cried in exasperation. “Good friends, that’s all! We played tennis together on Friday.”

Her eyes went completely round. “YANG played TENNIS?!”

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The three of them had a fairly companionable chat that lasted through the rest of lunch. Pyrrha eventually caught up with her, and only seemed vaguely hurt that she had been passed over in favour of the new acquaintances. Meeting Penny and Ruby did seem to help, however, and they were still talking on their way through the halls until they needed to split up for classes.

After thinking about it all day, Weiss came to a decision. If she was going to profess to care about Yang and her life, she would have to start proving it in some way or another. And she couldn't do that with Yang not even in school.

“Ruby!” she called out on her way through the halls, jogging just a little to catch up. The girl whipped around, alarmed at being singled out; Penny wasn’t with her. “Hey!”

“O-oh! Weiss, it’s you!”

Panting a little, she came to a stop next to her. “Sorry… but I wanted… wanted to ask you one more thing.”

“What’s up?”

“This may be crossing some sort of boundary, but… would you mind giving me Yang’s address?”

Ruby did look less at ease with this question than the others, and turned away briefly. “Oh…” She squirmed, looking down at the hem of her skirt. “That might not be a good idea… why do you wanna know?”

“Because I want to check on her. That’s all. I’m probably worried about nothing, of course, but I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I don’t at least try.”

“Well, I guess you know what you’re getting into already, so…” Taking out her notebook, she scribbled the address on a corner of a page and tore it off, handing it to Weiss. She was amused to see she had dotted the “i” in “Anima Lane” with a little heart.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Bye!”

“Ruby?” When the girl hesitated, she said, “I, um… well, I hope to see you around.” It was a very awkward way of stating it, and sounded somewhat insincere despite her intentions.

But Ruby didn’t seem to take it that way. Beaming, she waved a little before skipping off with her armful of books. Probably to be picked up by her uncle, or else catch the bus. She would have to find out more about her another time, when she didn’t have something else pulling her entire focus.

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This time, Pyrrha elected to stay in the car. Weiss could tell she was taking a little too much advantage of her willingness to go along with her crazy schemes, so she promised herself to dial it back in the near future.

“If I’m not back in five minutes, send in the clowns,” Weiss sighed as she opened the door of her Studebaker. “Just… it’ll be fine.”

“Sure it will,” Pyrrha sighed as they both gazed up at the house. It had once been a fine place to live, several owners ago. The lawn was overgrown, the dark red paint dingy and peeling, and one of the upstairs windows had a broken pane. If not for the car in the drive, it would be easy to assume it was condemned.

Weiss knocked a few times, and no one answered. She sighed. Maybe this had been a mistake; after all, Yang had never indicated that she was welcome in her home. There could be any number of reasons for that. Should she leave and come back another time, after she had Yang’s blessing?

“Alright,” she sighed, knocking one last time-

And the door fell in. Weiss leapt backward in shock; she hadn’t been knocking that hard! Once the loud thud had stopped echoing through her bones, she gaped down at the slab of wood now lying on the floor of the entryway. It certainly wasn’t moving anymore. Stepping onto it, she craned her neck this way and that, hoping to catch sight of anyone inside the domicile.

“Hello? Anyone home?” No answer, of course. She paced in a little further, turning the corner to explore the living room. “Sorry about your door; I think you might have termites or so-”

The sound of a click stole both her breath and her attention. Turning slightly to her right, she saw a tall, grim woman with hair much like Yang’s - except blacker than midnight. Her eyes were like whirlpools of blood, and her mouth was pulled into a taut line. But the most interesting thing about her had nothing to do with her looks or her clothing.

The handgun with the hammer pulled back was much more alarming.

“You’ve got five seconds to get the hell out of my house.”

“M-Missus-” The gun raised to point straight at her face. “YANG! I w-was just coming to see Yang!”

“I don’t care. Three, two…”

Weiss ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Maybe they could have talked things out, and maybe they couldn’t. But she didn’t want to run the risk of death simply to see if Yang was feeling under the weather.

She voided her stomach in the gutter next to Pyrrha’s car. Given that this was her first true brush with death, her constitution didn’t know how to handle it properly. Her friend got out to hold her hair out of the way, alternately telling her everything was alright and asking why it might not be. Only once they were back in the car and driving away did she explain what happened through a veil of her tears.

“Th-that’s unacceptable! I mean, no - that’s criminal! She shouldn’t have a pistol in the first place, much less point it at… at unsuspecting girls!”

Still shaking, Weiss whispered, “It… was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone in without… without waiting for…”

Fresh tears took over her voice, and conversation became entirely useless until they got to Pyrrha’s house. They weren’t exactly neighbours, but it was a short five-minute walk between their homes. The two girls quickly stole upstairs into Pyrrha’s room so they could discuss things with relative privacy.

“So Ruby neglected to mention that Yang’s mother is a criminal, too,” Pyrrha sighed.

“She did. Though I wouldn’t say Yang is a ‘criminal’, per se… or maybe she is. I don’t know.” Pulling her knees in a little closer to her chin, she asked, “Am I crazy?”

“Why would you be crazy?”

“For only regretting that she didn’t let me explain. I… was too scared to do anything then, but now…”

Frowning, Pyrrha reached across the Oriental rug to pat her forearm. “No, you aren’t. But I do think you should let the matter drop; just wait for her to show up in school tomorrow.”

Sniffing loudly, she tried to dry her tears and stop panicking. The crisis was over. “Yeah. Sorry you had to watch me get sick in the gutter.”

“It’s alright,” she said with a slight laugh. “These things happen.”

After a moment or two, Weiss noticed Pyrrha looked thoughtful, her eyes pointed at where her hand rested atop Weiss’s arm. She asked, “What’s wrong?”

“What? Oh… nothing. Just wondering something.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Probably not.” A brief pause as the taller girl collected her thoughts, staring at her own pale yellow socks. “Um… am I far off when I say… you do have romantic feelings for Yang at this point?”

“I… maybe,” she forced herself to say aloud. It wasn’t easy. “I think so.”

“Alright. Her being a woman doesn’t bother you?”

“Of course it does! But it’s… not enough to stop me, apparently. Not that I understand this any better than you do, Pyrrha.”

Nodding her understanding, she cleared her throat, playing with the knee of her long skirt. “Then why haven’t you ever…”

“Ever what?” she finally prompted, several seconds later.

“Why haven’t you wanted to kiss me?”

“What?!”

“Sorry!” Pyrrha burst out immediately, looking away with her cheeks flaming red. “Forget I said anything!”

But Weiss certainly couldn’t do that. At the absolute least, this provided a welcome distraction from dwelling on the mental image of a gun in her face. Turning to face her a little more directly, she asked, “Kiss you? I mean… is that something you’ve been wanting me to do, and I just had literally no idea?”

“I have never!” she assured her, voice pleading now. “But… with what you said about Yang and Cinder, and then Cinder coming after me… why was I next? And if you like girls in that way, what's wrong with me? Am I not… not pretty enough? Or what?”

She couldn't believe what she was hearing, or what she was about to say, even as the words came out of her own mouth. “Pyrrha Nikos, I think you're jealous.”

“I am not! Really! I'm… well… m-maybe I am, but you've never talked about any of this before you started keeping company with Dragons, so… I feel like you're…” Her throat worked to swallow. “Like you're leaving me behind.”

“Oh, Pyrrha…” This time, she scooted closer and wrapped her arms tightly around her best friend. “I'm sorry. This is confusing for me, too. I guess I just didn't realise how it might be affecting you. But you're very pretty, and swell! That has nothing to do with it!”

A few sobs floated out of Pyrrha’s throat, but they petered out very quickly. She had never been one to wear a great deal of sadness on her sleeve; in her case, because it meant other people had to deal with her pain. Just one of those ways she was among the most thoughtful people Weiss had ever known.

“Hey,” Weiss finally whispered as she sat back, cupping her face. “Best friends forever, okay? And I'm not interested in being more, or in being less. I still need you in my life, even if I am… whatever I am.”

Nodding, she rested her hand against Weiss's arm, still sniffling but already regaining control. “Thank you. I'm so sorry for… questioning that. I didn't mean to get jealous.”

“It's fine. You're fine.” Pyrrha relaxed into her hand, eyes closing in contentment. “Aww… that's better, right?”

They remained like that for a minute or two before getting back to homework. Pyrrha was a lot more cheerful and back to her old self, which showed Weiss how sorely they had needed to discuss the matter. If she was going to pursue Yang - and the more time went on, the more she thought she really might - it was going to be of the utmost importance that she not lose sight of her other friendships. Especially one as strong and valuable as the one she shared with Pyrrha.

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The next morning, Weiss only had the length of first period to keep worrying about Yang and the brief threat on her life. Life was getting very intense in a very short period of time. She started to wonder if everyone was right - that she was in way over her head and needed to rethink her priorities. Protect herself.

That went out the window when she found herself being slammed into a row of lockers. Her mind immediately knew that Yang's mother had found her and decided to finish her off.

Except it was Yang's furious face shouting, “You came to my house?!”

“Wha- OW! Yang!”

“Who said you could do that? Huh?!” A vein was standing out in strong relief against her ruddy forehead, teeth flashing as she shouted, “What the hell were you thinking, you stupid bitch?!”

“Yang, stop it!” she hissed, pushing at the forearm pushing her back into the cold metal. “I… I'm sorry, but I didn't think it would-”

“Exactly! You didn't think at all! I thought I could trust you, and then you pull this kind of-”

The accusation was interrupted when Yang was yanked backward by the collar of her jacket. The slight gagging kept her quiet enough for the interloper.

“Miss Xiao Long,” a quick, clipped voice demanded. “I believe my detention hall has been rather empty of late! Let's do something about that, shall we?”

Struggling against the wiry man's grip, she snapped, “Let me GO!”

“Would you enjoy being expelled more?” Yang went slack. “That's better! Now then, let's discuss dates and times!”

It only took a second of indecision. Weiss was still reeling from the concept of Yang attacking her. The phrase “apple doesn't fall far from the tree” flashed through her mind; both Yang and her mother had threatened her within the same twenty-four hour period. Maybe this was for the best.

But the grieving look in Yang's eyes stopped that train of thought. She didn't look merely angry, either at the teacher or Weiss. The anger took a backseat to feeling betrayed and hurt.

“Mr. Oobleck!”

The spindly man paused in his attempts to wrest Yang down a neighboring hallway. “Yes, Miss Schnee? No need to thank me, none at all. These female felons have to learn that they can't behave in such a manner on Beacon High grounds without dire conseque-”

“This is my fault!”

The two of them were both shocked. Yang's face remained twisted in rage, but surprise was visible beneath the surface.

“What do you mean by that?” the teacher asked. “She was clearly the one being physically violent! Dreadful, simply dreadful - can't tolerate that, no matter how you provoked her with words.”

She had to think fast. What could she say that would make any difference in Yang being punished? “I… I pushed her first!” While they were both blinking at her, she rambled on, “Y-yeah, she was walking too close, and… and I shoved her and told her to watch where she was going. She was understandably upset that I acted that way. I guess I'm a little cranky today; it's my, um, cycle.”

While Yang was still dumbfounded, Mr. Oobleck was clearing his throat and looking distinctly uncomfortable. “Ah. Well… yes, can’t be helped, entirely not your fault - we’ll, er, consider this matter closed!” And with that, he practically zipped down the hallway at the speed of Yang’s motorcycle.

The two girls stood, tense and unsure of what else to do. Finally, Weiss sighed, “Phew. I can’t believe that worked.”

“Who asked you to lie for me?” But the minute Weiss took a step back in mild fear, Yang sighed, looking away. “Alright… it was a gusty move, Schnee. I appreciate that you tried to help and got me out of trouble. But that doesn’t make up for what you did.”

“What did I do, though?” Approaching cautiously, hesitantly, she said in a quiet voice, “I’m sorry, Yang. I’ll apologise until I’m blue in the face, but I honestly have no clue what I did wrong. So until you help me understand…”

However, Yang turned on her heel and stomped away. It seemed that would be the end of their conversation. Weiss slumped backward against the lockers, wishing this new friendship didn’t require navigating a minefield.

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The poor princess had to remain in the dark until lunch. As she and Pyrrha ate sombrely, the latter occasionally trying to cheer her up and falling silent when the attempts failed, she had been wondering if she should walk over to the Dragons table and see if she had better luck with asking the other girls.

As it turned out, that wasn’t necessary. Her eyes flicked up when she heard shuffling, and she was surprised to see Ruby slowly pushing a reluctant Yang across the lunchroom floor. Most of the other students were whispering or giggling at the sight.

“What on earth…?”

“Go on,” Ruby hissed when Yang was standing awkwardly by the corner of the table. She turned as if to leave or argue, but Ruby put her hands on her hips in a gesture so petulant that the average person would have thought she was the stubborn one, not Yang.

“Fine,” she grumbled as she dropped into the seat next to Weiss.

“Good. I’ll see you later, ‘gator.” Winking at Weiss, Ruby quickly returned to her seat next to Penny.

Pyrrha swallowed her mashed potatoes and said, “Sh-should I leave the two of you alone?”

“Yeah. Do that.” When she flinched, Yang added, “Sit with Rubes and her friend for a minute. Thanks.”

Once Pyrrha had delicately extracted herself from the lunch table and carried her tray over to the front of the lunchroom, Weiss turned and folded her arms. “Well?”

“Okay. What you did wasn’t great, but I know you… didn’t mean to mess up. I know that. So… I’m, um…”

“Does the word you’re searching for start with an ‘s’ and end with an ‘orry’?”

“Shut up,” she grunted. “This isn’t easy. I told you, I’m still furious.”

“Alright. I’ll wait.”

And she really did wait. They both watched the contents of her tray slowly diminish as she picked at the food. Halfway through her salisbury steak, Yang whispered, “I’m sorry for shoving you. There.”

“Thank you. It hurt.”

“I know. But… what you did hurt me, too.”

“I can’t possibly see how! I just went to your house to see if you were alright!”

“And you shouldn’t have. Like… did you ever think there’s a reason I never invited you over?”

Shrugging, she hissed, “You’ve never come over to my house, either.”

“We both know why that is. Neither of us had to say ‘Mr. Schnee doesn’t like lesbian thugs’; it’s just… something we both could guess.” Her fingers idly picked at a fray in one of her fingerless leather gloves. “And you should have guessed that if my house was a place I could take you, without any problems, I’d have done that instead of bars and abandoned buildings.”

“Maybe,” she conceded quietly, still picking at her food without eating it now. “But still… I was so worried, Yang. The Dragons acted like it was no big deal, but they were also worried. I could tell under all that laughing and joking something was up.”

“Drop it, okay?” she suddenly hissed, and Weiss ducked her head. It was a strong enough reaction that the bruiser deflated. “Sorry. But this is really important; you can’t do that again. Next time, she won’t count to five.”

Tears sprang to Weiss’s eyes. She hated that this was happening in the lunchroom, that all eyes were on her. Based on that, she managed to inhale sharply and dry her tears before they fell. “I can’t believe you’re saying this to me. I… I can’t believe… Yang, I came over because I wanted to make sure you were alright, a-and I missed you. And my life was threatened, and… and now you’re telling me I was the one in the wrong?”

“Yes.”

“But I…”

One of the gloved hands rested on her forearm. “Don’t do it again. I’m fine, I promise. And… it’s hard to say when I’m hopping mad like this, but you being worried about me does mean a lot. You did the wrong thing for the right reason, I guess. But now you know better. I just have to make sure you learned the lesson.”

“Don’t ever come within a hundred feet of your mother?”

“Yeah,” she snorted humourlessly. “That’s pretty much it.”

“Crystal clear.”

Yang took her hand away, tensing as if to get up. Then she added in a hasty whisper, “We’ll talk more after school” before hurrying herself away to sit with the rest of her tribe.

#Princess and The Dragons #freezerburn fanfic #1950s AU #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants

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This... was a very late Christmas gift for a friend, the identity of whom you'll be able to ascertain as you read it, and a blatant excuse for dipping my toes into a fandom I've wanted to write in for over a decade. With that out of the way, enjoy: The Other Ken

Ken had a relatively simple life. He'd been through many jobs over the years, from amusement parks to Kmart, but his current one involved taking care of adults with disabilities. And he was stuck with one particular one named Joe. Joe lived in an apartment, alone, except for his dog. Said dog was the highlight of the job and showered Ken with affection whenever he visited - and Ken back - but Joe was a bit more passive, quiet, and relatively low-maintenance. One thing constantly occupying Joe's time was video games. If he wasn't playing them he was watching Youtube videos about them. And one game had caught Joe's attention in particular for the past year - Super Smash Bros. or something. He'd been watching countless videos all year about it ever since this E3 thing, and once he got it he started playing it nonstop. Ken didn't get it. He was old. Video games were after his time. Joe made him play a few rounds of Smash but he couldn't figure it out at all. He didn't know what Joe saw in the thing. There was a Ken in the game. That was nice, he supposed. It wasn't really anything major. Nothing that stopped him from going home at the end of the day, seeing his wife and dogs, and going to bed. ---------- Ken woke up. And at that point was when everything went horribly wrong. There were strange pictures lining the walls, of strange people. Things seemed almost... Japanese? Ken was startled, and even more so when he looked down at himself. He was no longer old and out of shape. He was muscular, almost disgustingly so. He was also wearing... some kind of red martial arts outfit. Before he could process anything further the door slid open. A similarly muscled Japanese man in similar but white martial arts gear entered the room, a grumpy look on his face. "...You're up late." "...Who the hell are you?" "Very funny. Now come on, we need to get going." Ken groaned, pushed himself up, and followed the other man. -------------- Ken soon found himself outside a series of apartment complexes. He immediately noticed that milling about this series of apartments were people and creatures of all shapes and sizes he hardly recognized. There were round, pink things and anthropomorphic animals and more sword wielders than you could shake a... sword at. One of the sword wielders, a young man with fiery orange hair, approached the pair. "Hey! You two ready for the big tournament?" "...Tournament?" said Ken. Something clicked for him. These people and creatures... They were all from that weird game Joe played all the time. But what was he doing here? "Yeah! We're having a big one to celebrate Piranha Plant and Joker joining us!" said the redhead. "Granted, they aren't here yet... But hey, we can just have another one when they show up!" "Roy, we all know you want revenge for Ken's 'physics is boring' comment the other day," said Ken's companion. Roy's chest swelled as he took a deep breath. "No I do not, Ryu. Also, physics is not boring, it is by far the most fascinating of the sciences!" "...I didn't say nothing," said Ken. Roy narrowed his eyes. "Something's off about you..." "He claimed to not know me when he woke up," said Ryu. Roy's eyes widened. "Wait... That blow to the head from Donkey Kong yesterday... Maybe he has amnesia!" "Wait, I-" Ken started to say. "...That does make sense..." said Ryu. "Hmm, this is a predicament..." said Roy. "Do you still think he can fight in the tournament?" "Do you remember how to fight?" said Ryu. Before Ken could answer, there was a loud roar from further in the crowd. "Looks like your opponent isn't taking no for an answer," said Roy. Ryu sighed. "Well, come on then." And Ken, protesting all the way, was dragged off. ------------------ Ken didn't know where he was or what he was doing. Main thing he could tell was he was on some sort of tiny tropical island and there was a boat with some kind of... anthropomorphic turtle? But those things didn't really concern him so much as his opponent. The creature noticeably resembled a dragon but one that looked grotesque and wrong. He had needle-sharp teeth, mottled purple skin, and glowing yellow eyes - the latter of which were staring him down with surprising intelligence. Ken heard an announcer count down from three to one and then the dragon charged. He had to react fast. He tried to run away from the thing, and when it barreled toward him anyway, he summoned instincts he didn't know he had and jumped over it. But the dragon lunged at him and sent him flying. Landing with a thud, Ken noticed an energy sword next to him and grabbed it, swinging it desperately at the dragon. It knocked him back a bit, but not enough. The dragon hit him with a savage claw strike and Ken was sent flying and flying and then there was a loud "bam." Ken opened his eyes to find himself hovering over the battlefield, the dragon still down below. Was he dead? Was this an out-of-body experience? Was he- His questions were promptly answered by him being dropped down to face the dragon again, and he quickly panicked and punched him. The dragon was knocked back noticeably further, but immediately came back and raked Ken across the ground with a roar. Ken then saw a strange capsule, grabbed it, and cracked it open, hoping whatever was inside could stop this thing. What emerged was a lanky man in purple, coming to Ken's defense with a cackling laugh. "Too bad, Waluigi time!" Waluigi stomped the dragon into the dirt and then sent him flying off the battlefield with another crash with a swing of a tennis racket. "I may not be in the fight yet, but Waluigi can still kick some tail!" And with that, he vanished. Ken got to his feet and dusted himself off. He kind of wished he could have thanked that Waluigi guy, but he needed to get out of- The dragon swooped in and attacked Ken with his tail. Ken yelled and crashed to the ground, stunned. This was enough for the dragon to hit him with another decisive blow and send him flying off the battlefield with another crash. As Ken descended back onto the battlefeild again, he heard the announcer counting down. "Three.. Two... One... Game!" Suddenly, the battlefield was replaced by an open area facing an audience, and his opponent was giving a victory screech. ----------- Ken had been ushered off to a hospital bed. A short man with a moustache in a doctor's outfit was looking him over, frowning. Roy and Ryu were nearby, looking concerned. "Well, almost everything seems healthy," said the doctor. "But you're right, he seems to have amnesia." "I'm telling you, I'm the wrong Ken!" said Ken. "...Or delusional. One of the two." "What should we do then Dr. Mario?" said Roy. "Give him time, some TLC," said Doctor Mario. "Hopefully his memories and normal state of mind will come back to him." "Alright then..." said Ryu. Ken sighed. ----------- Ken was sitting by himself, gazing at the apartment buildings from the distance. His mind stewed on how he was trapped, alone in this strange video game wo- "Poyo?" Ken paused, then turned a bit. Next to him was a small, round, pink creature, staring at him inquisitively. "Hello?" "Poyo!" "Is that all you say?" "Poyo!" Ken sighed. "What do you want?" "Poyo!" The pink ball somehow grabbed his hand with his... nub and started pulling him. Ken begrudgingly obliged, and the pink ball started leading him toward the apartments. ------------ The pink ball led Ken over to a strange, blue, hedgehog-like creature. The hedgehog was running around the complex at incredible speed, but stopped when he saw Kirby and Ken. "Hey little buddy!" he said to the pink ball. "You need me for something?" "Poyo!" said the ball, pointing to Ken. The hedgehog looked over at Ken. "Oh right. You lost your memory huh?" "You guys keep assuming that! I'm the wrong guy! I just somehow ended up her-" He narrowed his eyes. "Wait a minute... Aren't you Sonic the Hedgehog?" "See! He's getting his memory back already!" said Sonic. "No- It's not that! I recognized you from my world! There's a guy I know who plays your video games!" "Wait, your world? My video games? The weird multiversal stuff isn't lining up!" "Poyo!" "Okay. So what is your deal, Ken?" Ken paused, then attempted to explain himself. It was long, rambly, and contained a several-minute rant about his old job at KMart. "...Woah. I think I see the problem." said Sonic. "You seem to be some other Ken in the Ken we know's body!" "Poyo?" said Kirby curiously. He then turned to Ken and waved. "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" "That's... I guess that's what I'm trying to get at," said Ken. "Well how do we fix that?" said Sonic. "There's gotta be a way..." He thought a bit, then raised a finger. "I've got it! There's two guys who can help you out. Come on!" He grabbed Ken and Kirby by their hands and to the displeasure of Ken sped off with them. ----- Ken and Kirby were dragged to a pair of strange creatures, one purple and vaguely feline and the other blue and more distinctly canine. The two were staring at each other intently. "...What are they doing?" said Ken. "Probably telepathically smack-talking each other again," said Sonic. "Hey, you two! We need your petty butts for something!" The two turned to the others. ~What do you need?~ said Mewtwo. ~And why both of us?~ said Lucario. "See, Ken's saying he's really some other Ken!" said Sonic. "And you two have the power to figure out what's up!" "Poyo!" ~Well, Kirby's awfully convincing.~ said the canine. With that, he closed his eyes as strange feelers on the back of his head flared. The feline's eyes glowed as he stared directly at Ken's. Ken felt a strange feeling tingle down his spine. Finally, they stopped. ~You're right Sonic,~ said the canine. ~His aura... it's completely different from the Ken we know.~ ~And yet,~ said the feline, ~I sense our Ken's mind resting, dormant.~ "Can you like... get him out?" said Sonic. ~I cannot,~ said the feline. ~There is a force preventing me.~ ~It seems to be... Some sort of curse,~ said the canine. "Curse? What kinda mumbo-jumbo is this?" said Sonic. "That's bullshit!" said Ken. "Can't any of you take me home?" ~There is Master Hand,~ said the feline. ~But he is... Elusive.~ "Fine," said Ken. "I've had it. We're finding the source of this curse ourselves." He turned to Sonic. "You know where those Ryu and Roy guys are?" "Leave it to me!" said Sonic, speeding off. Meanwhile, Kirby's brow furrowed. ----------- Ken, Kirby, Sonic, Roy, and Ryu had gathered around a table in one of the apartments. Ken was looking around at the others grimly. "Okay, which one of you guys can deal with curses?" "Not me..." said Ryu. "I've got a dragon-killing sword, does that count?" said Roy. "I... beat a genie once?" said Sonic. "Poyo! Poyo!" said Kirby. Ken sighed. "Alright, we're going to have to-" "Poy-YO!" "I think Kirby wants something," said Ryu. "What is it then?" said Ken. Kirby left the room briefly before wheeling in a whiteboard and drawing on it in marker. The others stared as Kirby started drawing bizarre and horrifying creatures - a bloody eyeball, a hulking titan, a queen bee, a... Jester? Once he got to the jester the eyes of everyone but Ken widened. "...Oh. Him." said Ryu. "Is he our man? Or... Whatever?" said Roy. Kirby nodded sagely. "Poyo." "Then we'll get him!" said Sonic. "Wait, who is this guy?" said Ken. "You'll find out soon enough." said Ryu. "Come on." The group all started filing out of the apartment. Ken hesitantly followed. -------------- The landscape was dark. Barren. Silent. Eerie. But the party was trekking through it anyway. Ken looked around at it all then turned to Roy. "I've been wondering something," said Ken. "What is it?" said Roy. "You all... You get together for this big thing. So what? You guys just fight all the time or something." "Oh, it's more than just that!" said Roy. "First off, we wouldn't have stopped threats like Galeem if we hadn't all gotten together. Second... We've made so many friends coming together like this." "Friends?" "Yeah! Like... See Sonic and Kirby over there?" Ken looked. There they were, chatting away. "...So?" "They were from totally different worlds before they came here. All of us were. But now we can forge new bonds. Learn new things. It's incredible." Ken paused for a bit. He looked back at Sonic and Kirby and nodded. "You know... I guess you're right." And they trudged onward. -------------- Eventually the path ended. The group reached a stony arena framed by the dark sky. There in the middle was the jester. Ken noticed he seemed totally unassuming - a bright blue and red hat, a short purple body with big, round eyes, a bow tie, and stubby feet in oversized shoes. He looked at the others. "This really the guy who did this to me?" "Sure am!" said the jester. With that his eyes grew crazed. He sprouted fangs and wings. He floated up in the air, exuding a dark energy palpable to all. "...Oh." said Ken. "I knew meddling with your friend here would bring me to you, Kirby!" said the jester with a giggle. "Now we'll settle this once and for all!" Kirby glared. "Poyo!" "If you're itching for a fight, we'll bring it!" said Roy. "Our discipline will make you break," said Ryu. "And most importantly so will our speed!" said Sonic. "Wait," said Ken, "We're actually fighting this gu-" The fighters engaged. Ryu pummeled the jester with punches and kicks. Roy struck with a flaming sword. Sonic spun into him with his body. Kirby summoned forth various powers to batter him. And yet the jester didn't even flinch, sending blasts and beams at them all the way. Ken yelled and ran away from any attacks that came near, but he soon noticed that his companions were starting to get beaten back. The jester was damaged but still going strong. Ken stopped, paused,then shouted out. "Hey! Clown face!" The jester stopped. Then turned to Ken. "What is it, worm?" "You really think you can stop these guys? Well they've got something you don't!" "What could they possibly have?" "Friendship!" "...What?" "Yeah! They came from... from different worlds and stuff! And now they really like each other! Because they fight and train and talk and play with each other! And if you don't appreciate that then get lost!" The jester laughed, a maniacal cackle. "Fool! Mortal relationships are meaningless! All is meaningless! You really think you can get through to me with that drivel?!" "Well no, but it's a nice distraction." "...Oh shi-" A flurry of blows hit the jester. An uppercut from Ken, a stony strike from Kirby, a flying kick from Sonic, a fierce sword blow from Roy. With that, his powers sputtered, faded, and he fell to the ground and lay unconscious. It was then Ken felt a tingling feeling. Looking down at himself, he saw a familiar hoodie and shoes. Looking next to him, he saw the red-clad person he once inhabited the body of. "Woah..." said the second Ken. "What did I miss?" "So this is the real you, huh?" said Ryu. "He's more unassuming than I anticipated..." said Roy. "Pretty much just a normal guy," said Sonic. "Poyo..." said Kirby. Kirby then looked up. "Poyo!" There, descending from the heavens, was a massive disembodied white hand. All gazed upon it in awe as it seemed to look around. "Okay," said a booming voice seemingly coming from the hand, "What just happened here?" "Uh, I got trapped in that guy's body," said Ken, pointing to the second Ken. "Hmmm, you don't seem to be a fighter... Or an Assist Trophy... Or even a Spirit... Let me check something..." Several portals opened at the hand's fingertips, the hand browsing through them like a cellphone app until it stopped at one. "Oh... that universe. It's not even a video game universe, how did you get here? Is Goku trying to get in again?" "Ah, no," said Ken, pointing to the unconscious jester. "He did it." "Oh. Marx. Always starting trouble. Hold on I can send you home right quick." He selected a portal and stretched it wider until it sat before Ken, beckoning. "Well, I guess this is goodbye, other Ken," said Ryu. "I hope you show any dragons or despots in your world who's boss!" said Roy. "Always remember to look on the fast side of life!" said Sonic. "Baiiiiiiii!" said Kirby, waving. Despite himself Ken smiled. "Thanks guys." And he entered the portal. ------------------- Ken emerged in front of his house. It was the dead of night, and it was cold. He felt the portal close behind him, and somehow felt his keys in his pocket. Without a word he entered the house and went to bed. --------------- The next morning, he entered Joe's apartment. Joe was up early playing Super Smash Bros. The dog greeted him as usual - he could almost hear her going "Hiiiiii!". It was then Joe passed him a controller. "Wanna play?" "Oh, I guess?" He sat down and selected Ken. ***

#super smash bros #fanfic #ken masters #sonic the hedgehog #kirby

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South Jersey Times boys tennis postseason honors, 2021

New Post has been published on https://tattlepress.com/tennis/south-jersey-times-boys-tennis-postseason-honors-2021/

South Jersey Times boys tennis postseason honors, 2021

During his remarkable tennis career at Clearview, Martin Lacsamana often found ways to stand apart from the crowd with his play on the court.

But his most treasured memories came from just being one of the guys.

Cheering on teammates, joking with coaches, trekking back and forth to Williamstown or some other rival with the rest of the Pioneers — those are the times he savored the most, even more than his 69 career wins and three Gloucester County Tournament titles.

“I play competitively so I don’t really play with a team, which is why I always looked forward to high school tennis,” said Lacsamana, the South Jersey Times Player of the Year for 2021. “I loved the team camaraderie. If you ask me my favorite moments, it would have to be every single time I was with my teammates. I was blessed to have really funny teammates and ones that matched my energy. Practices were always fun, bus rides to games and back were awesome. Those are probably the best moments, just hanging out with people I care about and playing tennis.”

Kevin Hanrahan, a longtime teacher at Clearview and an assistant for the girls tennis team, became the head coach for the boys team this season. He had always heard about Lacsamana’s talent but never had him in class, so he had never seen him play or even met him before this year.

He quickly came to realize that Lacsamana is the total package: honors student, class president, outstanding player and devoted teammate.

“He’s a great student in the classroom, obviously — he’s going to Cal-Berkeley — he’s a great athlete and nobody outworks him,” Hanrahan said. “But what I didn’t learn until the end of the year is that this season was all about the team aspect of things. Even at the end of the year when he was going to states, he didn’t necessarily care about it. He had done the individual thing with all his USTA stuff, but he was telling me that he really enjoyed going to sectionals and playing with the team. He was always cheering on his teammates, even in the middle of his match. He’s a real, real special athlete.”

That’s not to say he didn’t still shine as an individual. In April, playing at a tournament that he always enjoyed, Lacsamana became just the fourth person to win three Gloucester County crowns when he defeated teammate Kyle Deacon in the final. Had the pandemic not wiped out his junior season, he almost certainly would have become only the second player with four titles.

Later in the season at the South Jersey Interscholastic Championships, Lacsamana reached the quarterfinals for the first time before losing to Lenape sophomore Milan Karajovic, who he graciously called a terrific young player.

Finally, Lacsamana capped his career by notching his first win in the state singles tournament, a 3-6, 7-6 (7-6), 10-6 marathon over Jacob Rha of Whippany Park.

“That was important to me,” he said. “It is more satisfying to win like that although my body didn’t feel like it in the moment.”

Lacsamana, who went undefeated in team matches and finished his senior season with a 25-2 overall record, is not exactly sure about the next step in his tennis career. He has thought about trying to walk on at the University of California-Berkeley, but since he’ll be majoring in electrical engineering and computer science, his workload might not leave time for athletics.

“I definitely want to have a good balance at Berkeley,” he said. “I asked all the alumni and they said balance is the No. 1 thing you want to have. Academics comes first, so if it doesn’t intervene with academics then I’ll try to play, but if it does then I have to pick academics any day of the week.”

But tennis has always been an important part of his life, a passion passed on from his father, Nathaniel, and he doesn’t plan on retiring even if he can’t play at Cal.

“My dad is still playing and he’s killing it on the court, so I don’t see why I won’t keep playing,” he said. “I’m competitive so I won’t let my kid beat me at tennis. I have beaten my dad though. We go back and forth but I’ll never admit to him that he’s better.”

As for Lacsamana’s place in Clearview tennis history, there is no question he left his mark.

“In the 20 years that I’ve been at Clearview, he’s the best to come through,” Hanrahan said.

The humble Lacsamana would surely appreciate those words from his coach. But he hasn’t given much thought at all to whether he’s the best player in school history.

“Legacy is a tough thing to live up to,” he said. “Legacy or not, I just know that I gave everything I had to the program. It wasn’t just tennis season for me, it was the whole year. I loved Clearview, I loved being a Pioneer and I loved being part of the program. I gave everything I had and put my best foot forward. … It was definitely a memorable time.”

TEAM OF THE YEAR

First singles Mike Parker helped lead Kingsway to its third straight Gloucester County Tournament team title.Al Amrhein | For NJ Advance Media

When it comes to the Tri-County Conference Royal Division and the Gloucester County Tournament, one school has established itself as the team to beat in recent seasons.

But all signs were pointing to the end of Kingsway’s reign this spring.

With a completely new starting lineup from two years ago and only one player with any varsity experience, the Dragons’ streak of three straight division titles and two consecutive county crowns appeared to be in major jeopardy.

The roster may have looked a lot different, however, but the end results turned out to be the same old, same old.

Kingsway extended its streaks in the Royal Division and Gloucester County, and now the Dragons are the South Jersey Times Team of the Year for the second season in a row as well.

“I know every year our team is going to be competitive and we’re always going to push the envelope and push our guys to get better,” Kingsway coach Drew Laverty said. “But when you only have one guy with varsity experience coming back, you just don’t know how those new guys are going to compete against other competition and how they’re going to react to match play situations and crucial moments, all those things that you can only gain with match experience. Luckily we had some seniors playing varsity, which I think made a difference. They did a great job and I’m super proud of the team this year.”

Kingsway showed right from the opening match of the season that it should not be overlooked. The Dragons earned a 3-2 win over Royal Division rival Clearview — featuring standouts Martin Lacsamana and Kyle Deacon at first and second singles, respectively — to set the tone early.

“It’s funny, I try to tell my AD not to schedule Clearview first because in recent years it’s been us and them for the division,” Laverty said. “It’s tough to have the division on the line in the first match of the year when you don’t know how your team is going to play and react. They had two outstanding singles players but luckily we were able to work out the other three spots and get those done.”

Clearview did win the rematch later in the season, but that was Kingsway’s only division loss and its first to a Royal opponent in five years. The Dragons went 13-3 overall and 7-1 in the division, ending their season with a 3-2 loss to Lenape in the South Jersey, Group 4 quarterfinals.

Despite a hip injury early in the season to third singles Chris Spicer, Kingsway never skipped a beat. Junior Nick Tanzola moved up from second doubles to take Spicer’s spot, and following senior Mike Parker at No. 1 and junior Kyle Kirwin at No. 2, he gave the Dragons a strong singles lineup.

Senior David Glanfield and junior Gavin Springer played first doubles and went undefeated during team matches while claiming the county title. Sophomores Jack Arena and Andrew Altmann, junior Nikit Chhita and senior Rohan Nambiar all contributed at second doubles.

“For a lot of teams it would have destroyed them to lose that (third singles) spot and really change up the lineup,” Laverty said. “It changed us but it didn’t hurt us in too many ways. We’ve always predicated our team on being balanced all the way through in singles and doubles and we’re going to continue to create teams like that going forward.”

COACH OF THE YEAR

Millville coach Tom DeCou, talking with Andrew Crain during a match this season, led the Thunderbolts to a 20-4 record.Al Amrhein | For NJ Advance Media

In some seasons, the Coach of the Year is an easy choice, with one person standing out and demanding to be recognized. Other seasons, like this one, there are plenty of worthy candidates and picking just one almost seems unfair.

From George Rhea guiding Penns Grove its first winning season in decades and a share of the Tri-County Diamond title to Bill Kennedy helping Cumberland improve by eight wins and go undefeated in the Tri-County Liberty, area coaches stepped up in a huge way this spring. Our nod goes to Millville’s Tom DeCou, who was expecting a .500 record at best from his inexperienced group but ended up leading the Thunderbolts to their best season of his 17-year tenure.

Despite bringing back only two starters — juniors Jacob Lewis and Andrew Crain, who went from second doubles as freshmen to first and second singles, respectively — Millville finished with an impressive 20-4 overall record and won the the Cape-Atlantic League American Conference with a 15-1 mark.

“The most wins I’ve had as the Millville coach was 15, and we’ve done that a couple of times,” DeCou said. “I told the kids when we got to 14 they had a chance to tie the record for me as a coach. We still had six matches left and they ended up smashing it. That was one of the goals when we got to 14 and it was fun to see them do it. Then we won the conference and everything ended up coming together for a great year.”

The conference championship was Millville’s first in more than two decades. A key 3-2 victory over old nemesis St. Augustine late in the season helped clinch the outright title.

“The first time we played them we were at their place and I’ll tell you, it was one of the toughest losses of my career,” DeCou said. “We lost 3-2 and there were like three 3-setters. They had lost to (Egg Harbor Township) so we knew we had a chance to beat them and we lost. Then they came to Millville and we had to beat them to have a chance of winning it outright, and we did 3-2. The kids came up big.”

The victory over The Prep was satisfying considering DeCou’s last win over the Hermits came under different circumstances back in 2018.

“Long story short, they came to Millville, I think it was on a prom weekend and they didn’t have a couple of their top players,” he said. “They had a couple of JV kids and I think they took us lightly and we kind of surprised them. But this year we beat them with their full lineup so it felt good. That’s always a big deal.”

While even DeCou was surprised by Millville’s success this season with so many new faces in the lineup, all seven starters will be back so the bar has been raised for 2022. In addition to Lewis and Crain, junior No. 3 Nicolas Meehan had a solid season at singles. Sophomore Russell Corson and freshman Matthew Sooy had a terrific run at first doubles and sophomores Shawn McCarthy and Parker Swift played well at second doubles.

The key will be all of those players hitting the court in the offseason to continue their progress.

“I’m going to make sure of that,” DeCou said. “I have a tennis camp and we’re going to work out this summer. … Hopefully we’ll get as many of them out there as possible.”

ALL-AREA TEAM

Singles

Kyle Deacon, Clearview, Sr.

Martin Lacsamana, Clearview, Sr.

Justin McCullen, West Deptford, Sr.

Doubles

Liam Quick, Sr. and Perry Stanger, So., Cumberland

David Glanfield, Sr. and Gavin Springer, Jr., Kingsway

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