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Imagine being Sirius’s daughter {Part 3}

Part one

Part two

-Remus never told you that he still believed your father was guilty, his heart was in a state of heartbreak whenever he would look at you, your eyes filled with hope that you could somehow set him free. Remus wanted so desperately to have your blind, bias belief, I mean what little girl wants to believe her dad was a spy for the enemy and was responsible for the death of most of your family, which was the only reason he couldn’t forgive Sirius for his crimes.

-You and the boys wrote each other daily during the winter break.

-On Christmas Remus surprised you with a book by Lockheart, “Everyone says he is very popular amongst the female readers.”

“He also is a fiction writer, I mean there is no way that someone with a face like his could be the smartest ravenclaw there ever was.”

-Remus chuckled at your response, and then surprised you with a trip to Hogwarts, his backpack filled with presents from you both. When you arrived in Dumbledore’s office you immediately wanted to go find Hagrid, to which the two men stated was okay, “We will meet you at his hut shortly.” Dumbledore answered as you raced from the office towards the spiral stairs.

“I know that look Remus, what is on your mind?”

“You promised me he would never get in contact with her while she was here.” His voice was low

“I did, and I have...”

“He has been writing her since she arrived Albus, and now I just had to tell my daughter that he has been writing to her constantly! I had to look my daughter in the eyes and lie to her that I believed her father was innocent. How can I believe a man who betrayed his friends, who murdered them all, almost got his own godson killed, and not once thought about his incredibly smart, talented, humble, compassionate little girl? I wanted to avoid this Albus, but it seemed I can not trust anyone but my daughter.”

“Your daughter?” Albus asked, Remus hadn’t even realized he kept calling you his daughter, normally he would just call you his niece, or by name. His eyes softened towards the headmaster as he hissed, “Well she might as well be.”

-Dumbledore reassured him that Sirius posed no real threat to you or him, “He is locked away in a cell, never to be freed again.”

-When they went to the Hut with McGonnagall, and some of the other professors, when they opened the door, they saw you sitting on the couch opposite the armchair, your coat discarded, revealing your maroon and gold stripped sweater. A mug was in between your hands, whip cream towering over the top of it as you looked at Hagrid, who was telling you a story about Bowtruckles. Your giggles filled the small space as they all filed into the room. That’s when Hagrid turned around and stood, ready to prepare hot chocolate for everyone, as Remus pushed by and sat beside you on the couch.

-The day after Christmas you went to Diagon Alley to try to find a good gift for Fred. You searched high and low, but nothing stood out to you. That was until you saw the window display of the Quality Quidditch Supplies.

“Uncle Mooney, how realistic would it be to hex my bag with the Undetectable Extension Charm?”

-Quite, why?”

“Because I think I found the gift I want to get Fred.” You answered with a smile before opening the shop door.

-One night while Remus was sipping his tea, he looked up at you, curled up at the end of the sofa, reading a book in one of your oversized sweaters, the glow of the fire illuminated your face, as your tea sat beside you, “You know who you look like right now?”

“Your niece?”

“No, you look just like your Aunt Lily. I mean she was a bookworm, intelligent witch, who was somehow involved with the pranksters of Gryffindor.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled, before Remus smiled, a ping of sadness overcoming him as he missed his friends... the only real family he ever had. You could tell he was off suddenly, and looking at him as he sipped his tea again you asked, “Uncle Mooney, tell me about your time at Hogwarts?”

-You both stayed up most of the night, chuckling at the stories he told. By the time you went to bed, the fire was down to just glowing embers, both of your teas cold, but you were happy, and that night you both slept in until noon.

-When the full moon occurred you went to Hagrid’s hut, and spent the day with him walking in the forbidden forest in the snow.

-When you left to go back to Hogwarts, you looked at your uncle on the station, “Uncle Mooney?”

“Yes Love?”

“No more secrets okay, I mean I would hope you trust me enough to tell me anything, cause I certainly trust you.”

-Of course Love.” He smiled before pulling you in for a hug, and handing you a chocolate bar, “For the journey.”

-When you found the booth that the twins and Lee were hiding in your whole face lit up, and you were quick to slip in next to Fred as they all were laughing at the story of how Fred and George turned Percy’s hair pink by adding some of their mom’s herbs to his shampoo, and how it backfired when everyone’s had turned pink.

-Once the train started to move however you smiled, “Okay, so shall we exchange?”

-In a circle you each gave your gifts one by one, Fred got Lee, Lee got George, George had gotten you, and you had gotten Fred. You decided to go in the same order you drew names, meaning Fred went first.

-Fred reached in his bag and pulled out a rectangular box, and handed it over to you, “Here, I hope you like it.”

When you opened it, you noticed the dull blue of the tissue paper, and slowly pulled it back to reveal the knitted yarn, the collar was a pastel purple color, while the rest of the sweater was a minty green, your first initial in the same pastel purple. As you held it up, you couldn’t suppress a smile, “I love it.”

-George got Lee the same present, except his was Gryffindor colors.

-Both boys were estact that you liked their gifts.

-Lee handed George a box, and when he opened it, it was filled to the brim with all different sorts of candy. However when he reached inside he withdrew a gameboy.

“The muggles use it to play video games, I figured it might be an interesting gift, and something your dad would love to learn about.”

-Once it was your turn you smiled towards Fred, “You can’t be mad.”

“How could I ever be mad at you?” He chuckled as you smiled wide, before opening your charmed bag and reaching all the way into it, the boys eyes widening as you exclaimed, “Got it.”

-The package was as neatly wrapped as it could be, the paper was a matte blue, with a green ribbon on top. Using both hands you extended it towards Fred, “I figured if you and Georgie were going to someday be real quidditch players, you might as well have a good broom.”

-When he unwrapped it, he was blown away to see the Comet 260, his hands slightly going over the wood as he admired it. However he stopped for a moment at the handle, “Why did you engrave a G in it?”

“Oh bloody hell, that one was meant for George, give me a second.” You exclaimed reaching back in to pull out another one, this time wrapped in orange paper with a yellow bow, “This one is yours Freddie, I mean I couldn’t get one brother a broom and not the other.”

“You got a present in there for me too?” Lee joked as you reached in and withdrew a box wrapped in green paper, which held a box microphone. “Of course.” However they didn’t see the second small box you withdrew, and as George and Lee admired the Gameboy, you gently tapped Fred on the leg, “Here’s one more gift, and I promise, it isn’t another broom.”

- As he opened it, he noticed it was also charmed with the Undetectable expansion charm. Reaching inside he withdrew a Jersey, which was maroon and gold, and had the snitch embroidered onto it.

“Figured you could be the most official looking player when you match up with your siblings.” You whispered

“You really didn’t have to.” He replied, tears in his eyes as you rested your chin on his shoulder, “No, but what are friends for, we are supposed to support each other’s dreams.”

-After that, you and Fred were always close, Lee used to joke that he liked hanging out with you far more than his own twin brother.

-About a month after arriving, at the feast table Albus leaned over to McGonagall, “10 Galleons says that Fred and [Y/N] are dating by their seventh year?”

“I say it will be by their fifth year.” She replied, before reaching her hand out to shake on it

-You never told the boys you knew who created the map, nor did you tell your father that George and Fred were using it to prank students and staff during the school year.

-Sirius wrote you once a week.

- You were in all the same classes as the boys, and it made it so much easier for you to help them with homework. The boys were pretty bright, however they would sometimes get carried away thinking about who to prank and how. Occasionally you would chime in, but most times you would just chuckle and shake your head.

-Percy always looked at you and asked how you could be friends with people like his younger brothers, to which you always gave a witty response. The responses would always cause Fred and George to laugh.

-One night Lee looked at you, both of the twins were running late to dinner, meaning it was just you and Lee for a while. Knowing that the food would disappear probably before the boys made it to the Great Hall, you made a plate for both boys, and made sure to grab an extra pudding for Fred.

“You never get me an extra pudding?” Lee faked whined as you raised an eyebrow, “Lee, I literally gave you my pudding yesterday.”

-When the boys arrived Fred sat across from you, and smiled, “No way, you snagged me an extra pudding.”

“What are friends for?” You smiled as George looked at his plate, which you had put extra turkey on for him, a smile on his face as he looked at his friends.

“You know something, we should all get together this summer.” George suggested, as you raised an eyebrow, “George it’s only March.”

“Yeah, and school ends soon. Then we have to go 3 months without seeing each other. We could ask our mum, I am sure you all could stay in our room.”

“My parents would probably be okay with that, what about you [Y/N]?”

“I’m sure it would be okay, I can ask him.” You let it slip, as they all looked towards you.

“Don’t you mean them?” George asked

“Um..... no. I ummmm live with my uncle.” You answered, you had never told them you didn’t have a mom, or that your father was in Azkaban on a false charge, or that your uncle who you lived with was a werewolf.”

-The boys went silent, and after several seconds, they began their regular banter.

-The next day you wrote Remus, and asked what he would think about you spending some time with the Weasleys at the burrow. He replied within the week and said it would be fine with him, as long as you never returned on a full moon, or the day after.

-When George and Fred asked their parents, Arthur expressed some concern to Molly in private, “I mean how do we know we can trust her, what if she is just like her father?”

“She is just a little girl Art, besides she has basically lived with Remus her whole life. He would never let her grow up to be a monster. Let’s just give her a chance, besides the boys will be heartbroken if we say Lee can come and not [Y/N].”

- The first time you went to the Burrow, you used Floo powder to get there, your eyes widened as you took in the scenery. Everything about the burrow looked homey, and you were fascinated by the use of magic throughout the home. The needle moving to create a sweater, the sponge moving itself in a circular motion on the dishes, the stove turning itself off as the kettle whistled, the broom sweeping into the dust pan, as the mop followed behind. The dry dishes putting themselves away, as you exited the mantle.

-Molly rounded the corner as you stepped out, her round face dressed with a smile as she extended her arms, “You must be [Y/N], it is so nice to finally meet you my dear.” She quickly advanced towards you as she wrapped you in a hug, “I hope you got here alright.”

“Of course Mrs. Weasley, thank you so much for allowing me to stay for a while in your lovely home.”

“Of course my dear, and no need for formality here, Molly is fine.” She smiled, before calling, “Boys! [Y/N] is here!”

-You couldn’t help but smile as 3 pairs of feet came raising down the stairs, and tackled you onto the couch. The room erupting into a fit of laughter as the boys all dog piled you, and as they stood up (After Molly telling them to), Fred reached out to help you up.

-You slept in the twins room, the boys had made up two cots for you and Lee. Your cot was closer to Fred’s bed. Most nights after the rest of the house had fallen asleep, you and the boys would stay up quietly giggling at future pranks.

-Ron and Ginny loved having you around, whenever they would try to hang out with their two older brothers they would say that they were busy with their friends, yet you would say, “If you want we can do something, who needs these losers anyway to have fun.”

-You always offered to help Molly with the chores, and some nights you even convinced the boys to help.

-One night while you were doing chores with Molly, she leaned over, “I never thanked you by the way.”

“For what?”

“Fred and George were so excited when they got home, they wanted to show us the new brooms they had written us so much about. I know it is just a material object, but most people don’t know that the boys are skilled quidditch players. They just see the jokes, and the pranks, which leads them to get labeled as the general prankster. I can’t tell you how many times the boys have gotten rubber chickens, and whoopie cushions, or little fireworks. You actually showed that you listen to them, and that is all a mother can ask of her children’s friends.”

“No problem Molly, they are wonderful boys.” You smiled, as Ginny raced into the kitchen, “Hey [Y/N], do you think we can have a girls night?”

“Of course.” You smiled.

-You always helped with the twin’s chores, which Molly thought was wonderful.

-You hated weeding the garden though, so you would just lay in the grass and read while the boys labored in the dirt.

-You were only supposed to stay for two weeks, however you ended up staying for a whole month. Lee left after the two weeks though.

-Whenever they would play quidditch in the garden George was insistent on having you on their team, you were an okay player. Whenever you all had some free time between chores, Fred and George would teach you how to play, helping you learn strategies.

-When you went home each of the Weasleys gave you a hug, Molly of course looked at you and smiled, “Now don’t be a stranger, you are welcome anytime.”

“Really, if you don’t mind me asking, may I come stay August 6th?”

“That’s next week?” George replied, his tone questioning as you smiled, it wouldn’t be for too long, just a day or two, my Uncle is going to be out of town for those days. I didn’t want to spend the day alone.”

“Of course Love, whatever you need.” Arthur smiled, his whole attitude towards you altered after your first visit to the burrow.

-After that visit, you spent all the full moons at the Burrow. None of them ever asked why you always stayed on full moons, nor did the professors ask why you stopped coming to Hogwarts.

-Remus hated when you were away, the cabin was so quiet, but he couldn’t stop you. He knew your father was the same way during summer breaks so he could only imagine it was the Black genes in you. You however always came back with a smile plastered on your face, and spent the week telling him all about what you did.

-When you went shopping for your supplies for your second year, Molly and Arthur invited you and Remus to join them, which you eagerly agreed to.

-The plan was to meet at the Burrow, as soon as the twins heard the sound of an Apparition spell, they were out the door. Immediately they had you wrapped in a hug, your arms hanging around both of their necks as they gripped you tightly. Pulling away they then looked at Remus.

“You must be Mister Lupin, pleasure to see you again sir.” They both said at the same time, hands rocketing out for a handshake. He just looked at the pair and replied, “And you must be George,” he pointed to George, “And Fred.” He pointed to Fred before reaching out and shaking both of their hands.

“Blimey, not even our own mum can tell us apart like that.” George joked as you immediately piped up, “Your mum can tell you apart just fine, it is just the two of you that like to switch identities to see if anyone will notice.”

-Next out the door was Ron, his kind of grown out red mop blowing in the wind as he raced over and into your arms, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too kid.”

-Fred and George rolled their eyes at the interaction, both of them had figured out during your first stay that Ron had developed some little crush on you, Remus of course saw the eye rolls and whispered, “Now don’t tell me you never had a crush on one of your brother’s friends when you were his age?”

-while all the kids raced around the yard before going, Remus talked with Arthur and Molly. Of course the awkward subject came up, “So does she know...”

“Yes, she knows exactly what her father did, and as much as I hate it, she believes he was framed. However we don’t discuss the topic of her father unless absolutely necessary. I would hope the same is being done here.”

“Of course Remus.” Molly replied, shooting Arthur a disapproving look, “Our kids don’t know anything about him, and I doubt she has told any of them.”

“I mean Fred and George might know, seeing how close they are.” Athur piped up, but Remus just looked at him, “No they don’t, she would never risk losing your boys. I dare say she would protect them with her life if she had too.”

“Just as her father was supposed to?” The response was automatic, Arthur hadn’t even thought of it when it slipped out, and he immediately regretted it, whispering an apology as Remus shot him a disapproving look, as Molly gave him the look of death. However all Remus replied with was, “She is nothing like her father.”

- The twins and you wanted ventured out on your own as soon as you arrived to Diagon Alley, Remus chuckling as you looked at him quickly, “You can join us if you like.”

“Are you sure darling, I would hate to spoil your fun?” He replied as George laughed

“Nonsense Mr. Lupin, [Y/N] tells us you were quite the prankster when you were our age, we would love to hear more about it. Maybe get some ideas.” Fred smiled, as Remus looked towards the ground, a ping of sadness entering his heart as he chuckled, “Now Fred, I was not the prankster of the group, that title was held by [Y/N]’s father, and her Uncle James.”

-After going to a few shops looking for supplies, the four of you all went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, and got some ice cream. As you sat at the table Fred and George asked Remus what it was like when he was at Hogwarts. As you licked your cone you couldn’t help but chuckle as Remus’s face lit up, telling Jame’s and Sirius’s prank stories to the twins.

-Their personal favorite was when Sirius and James had discovered a new muggle song, and somehow disguised a boom box in the Great Hall, and turned it to Maximum volume. The entire day the Hall was filled with Don’t Go Breaking my Heart by Thin Lizzy, on a loop. They earned two days of detention with Flich, in which he had them polish all of the trophies in case.

-At one point while you were shopping, Fred picked up a flower on the side of the road, and paid 15 Sickles for it, he then walked up beside you and leaned over, “Figured you might like this.”

“You bought me a Garden Rose, is it bewitched?”

“Course not, can’t a boy just buy his best friend a pretty flower?” He smiled as you cautiously took it from him, and thanked him.

-Remus was watching you both from a distance, and smiled as he thought of his niece falling in love, and was hopeful that it was at least with one of the Weasley boys.

-When it was time to part ways Fred asked Remus, “Sir, do you mind if one day, George and I come over, and stay for a week? We would love to see what your home looks like, and to hear more stories?”

“Unfortunately boys, I don’t think that is possible, however I would be more than happy to come to the burrow whenever you want to tell you more.”

-Remus didn’t know how to explain the scratches that were randomly scattered along the interior and exterior of the cottage.

-When you got home, Remus looked at you with a smile, “I like those two.”

“I knew you would.” You smiled, as you put your bags down, and dropped your garden rose into a vase.

-You sent your father letters all about the Weasley twins, and told him how they looked up to him and Uncle Prongs after Remus shared their stories. You had no idea how much it meant to him that Remus was still talking about him.

-When it was time for you all to go back, Remus stood on the platform with you, “Now don’t let those boys rope you into any pranks that will get you expelled.”

“Course Uncle Mooney.” You replied, before wrapping him into a hug. As you pulled away you saw two tuffs of red hair race over, “Come on [Y/N], Lee’s already on the train saving us a booth.” George whined as they both grabbed your hands and led you away, while shouting, “Good to see you Mr. Lupin.”

-When you started your second year you noticed you were in all the opposite classes as the boys. Your smile dropping as you tried to envision classes without your best friends.

-That first night in the common room the four of you all sat around in the corner, the moonlight pouring into the window as you watched Lee and Fred compet in a game of Wizards Chess, George scribbling down prank ideas. Finally he looked at you, “How do you think we can pull off your father’s prank?”

“What?”

“You know the one where they blasted muggle music throughout the Great Hall?”

“Don’t you think that will be too odvious, I mean the only people who would know about that would be [Y/N], we would be had for sure.” Lee replied, before saying, “Pawn to E6.”

“Besides, I think we can pull off far better pranks then my dad and his friends, I mean you two are the Weasley Twins, greatest pranksters to ever attend Hogwarts.” You smiled as Fred slightly blushed.

-Lee and George both noticed how Fred blushed, and when you went to bed that night both of them looked at him, “Okay, spit it out.”

“Spit out what Lee?” He asked confused.

“Do you have a crush on our very own Miss Black?” George asked, as Fred began to stutter, causing both boys to smile.

“Blimey Fred, why don’t you just tell her then.”

“It’s not that simple Georgie, I mean... what if she doesn’t feel the same, how will that affect the group. We can’t lose her, she is the brains behind a quarter of these pranks.”

-The rest of the term you helped the boys with all of their schoolwork, as normal.

-You were the top of your class, all the professors were proud of your work, even Snape.

-Most nights you and the boys would end up sitting at the table in the corner, or on the love seats that were against one of the farthest walls. Whenever you were on the loveseats, Lee and George would make sure you and Fred were on the same sofa, and whenever you’ll would sit at the table they would arrange the seats so that you were also next to Fred. You didn’t think anything of it, but Fred knew what they were trying to do, and he would always just stare at them with dirty looks when you weren’t looking.

-When they tried out for the Quidditch team, you were sitting in the stands, your scarf and hat on as you watched them prove their skills, your applause Louder than everyone else’s as you cheered them on.

-When George and Fred made the Quidditch team, you were the first person to congratulate them, a huge smile on your face as you leapt into Fred’s arms, as he twirled you around. Then you went to hug George, and looked at them both, “I am so bloody proud of you.”

-Hagrid sat with you at every game, and afterwards you would go to the hut with him and share a cup of tea.

-Remus wrote you often, and told you about the woods, and the lilies. However he wasn’t a fan of how quiet it was, and often found himself playing music throughout the cabin. The records that he had were classics that he had collected over the years, but he always found himself gravitating towards the small collection of records that Lily had given him. They were some of her favorites, and he had given him a few copies of them once they were out of school. The genre of them varied.

-Every once and a while however his fingers would find the section of records that were not his... they belonged to Sirius. He had taken them when he went to the house to collect your things, he wasn’t sure why he had the urge to take them from the house with your stuff, but he didn’t feel right leaving the house without them. He would take the vinyl disk out of the sleeve and spin it between his fingers a few times before placing it on the player, his body slumping into the armchair after putting the needle on. His eyes would shut as he put his fingers to his temple, the familiar melodies filling the space as he remembered the days he would go to Sirius’s flat and he would be blasting the record player. Most times you were resting on his hip, a huge smile on your face as he twirled you around and danced to the beat. Your giggles almost drowned out by the guitars, and drums. As Remus listened to them, tears would normally slid down his cheeks, as he thought to himself, “Why Pads, why did you do it?”

-Before leaving for Christmas break, you did the secret Santa again, this time you drew Lee’s name.

-That Christmas break you went to the cabin, and stayed with Remus the whole time, both of you just enjoying the comfort of being together. He would sometimes find himself chuckling as you sat at the dining room table and wrote letters to the boys, and your father.

-You were laughing when on Christmas Day you found a present under the tree addressed to you from the Weasleys. You opened it to find that you once again had received a Christmas sweater, this time it was purple and blue, there was a note attached that read, “You might as well be part of the family.”

-On the last night you and Remus were sitting in the living room, the fire roaring as you looked toward Remus, “Uncle Mooney?”

“Yes love.”

“Do you ever wonder how Harry is?” This wasn’t the first time you had asked about Harry, but this was the first time in a while. Your head was resting on your knees as he spoke, “I am sure Harry is just fine, I am sure he is sitting at his Aunt Petunia’s right now surrounded by all his presents, and is filled with fmdread that school is going to start back up.”

“I hope so.” You answered with a smile. You had no idea though that Remus was slightly filled with doubt. Every time he would think about Harry, he would remember what James used to tell him about Petunia Evans, and how she was a arrogant, closed minded bitch when it came to anything in her sister’s life.

-When you got on the train you were excited to see the three boys, all of them wearing their Weasley sweaters. George laughing as he looked towards you, “I love that we are all matching, it’s almost like we planned this.”

“Too bad we didn’t.” Fred barked, as you plopped down next to Lee, your back leaning against the wall of the booth as you put your legs over his lap. His arms laying over your legs as you spoke to the twins across from you both.

-Finally after swapping stories of the break Lee smiled, “Time for secret Santa?”

“Course it is, I’ll go first.” George replied, as he reached into his bag and withdrew a small box, thrusting it towards Fred, “Here you go Fred.”

“You got me?” He asked, taking the box in hand, “You told me that you had gotten Lee.”

“What was I supposed to do, tell you that I drew your name out of the hat and that I bought you your present right in front of you. That would ruin the whole tradition.” George replied as you smiled, “He has a point Freddie.”

-When Fred opened the box he was greeted by a whole box full of dungbombs. He chuckled as he carefully removed one and whispered, “Wicked.”

-Next was Lee, who handed a gift towards George, “I can’t top the gift [Y/N] got you last year, but I sure as hell can try.”

-In the box was a Gryffindor colored Hackey Sack which George twirled between his fingers, “What is it?”

“You kick it, when we get to Hogwarts I can show you how to play with it.” Lee smiled as you reached into your bag and withdrew a box, the boys all chuckling at the fact that your bag was still charmed from last Christmas. “Here Lee, just promise me you won’t use it to blow us up.”

“I promise, however are you trying to tell me you bought me a bomb?”

“You’re just gonna have to open it to find out.” You smiled as he tore the paper slightly and revealed that logo of Dr Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks. “No way.” Lee gasped as you smiled.

“Figured we could light it off down by the lake.” You replied as Fred pulled a rectangular, brightly wrapped present out of his bag, the ribbon on top of it still in tact as he placed it on his lap. Your eyes still on Lee, he was taking in the smallest details of your face, and watching how the fluorescent lighting in the booth made your eyes twinkle slightly. After a few minutes though he noticed you had looked towards him, a smile plastered on your face as you asked, “So guess that just leaves you Freddie.”

“Ummm yeah.” He answered, looking down quickly, before sticking his hand out towards you, the present grasped tightly between his fingers as he said, “Looks like I got you again.”

-You carefully unwrapped the paper, and smiled as you revealed the limited edition cover of Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them. You smiled wide as you looked up, “Fred, I love it.” You smiled as you slowly opened it and looked at the updated drawings.

-You spent the rest of the train ride reading, while the boys groaned about going back to class.

-When you went to get off you were walking beside Fred, and bumped your shoulder into his, “Thank you again, I really do love it.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled

- After a month back at Hogwarts you found yourself sitting in the common room, and heard the portrait open, the room filled with the giggles of the three boys you valued, your eyes raising from your parchmentad you looked at them. “What did you do?”

“We may have just set off a bunch of dungbombs in Snape’s classroom.” George gasped while trying to maintain his composure.

“Oh bloody hell.” You sighed, “he is going to assign your class extra homework now you know?”

“Worth it.” Lee replied as Fred flopped down on the couch next to you, and added, “Besides he will have no clue who did it.”

“You really think he won’t put it together?” You asked, your eyes meeting his as he answered, “Nope.”

-The next day they came in with a groan, and looked at you, “Want to help us with our Potions homework?”

“He figured it out, didn’t he?” You smiled, your eyes never leaving your book as George groaned, “Yup.”

“Told you.” You responded, as the three boys flopped around you.

-You used to sit in your dormitory with the Marauders Map, and study it for hours, watching as the little footsteps moved across the parchment. It made you feel closer to the Marauders.

-You alternated which spare jersey you wore to the games, since George and Fred had both given you their spares to wear.

-Towards the end of the year you found yourself helping the boys more with the pranks, which they loved because you were always telling them how not to get caught.

-At the end of the year you went straight to the Burrow, since it was a full moon. You smiled walking into the Burrow, a sense of home washing over you as Ron raced into the kitchen, and looked at you, “Bloody hell, I am starting Hogwarts this year, where did the year go?”

-And that’s when it hit you... Harry Potter was starting at Hogwarts next term.

-When you went back to the cabin you closed the door and slowly slid down it, the sounds of your father’s records filling the space as Remus sat in the armchair. Your trunk abandoned next to you as you leaned your head back, your thoughts filled with the idea of Harry coming to Hogwarts. You wondered if he knew who you and Remus were, or if you were long forgotten. You wondered if he knew about your father, you were sure he would have, even if he lived with muggles. Would he judge you? Would he be angry at you for your father’s false crimes?

-Remus turned in the chair, and watched you sit there, knowing that the wheels were turning in your head. Finally after five minutes he rose slowly as turned the music down, before making his way towards you and kneeling in front of you, “Would you like to go out tonight?”

“Where?”

“Anywhere you want my love.”

-You chose Hogwarts, and you ended up sitting in Dumbledore’s office with Remus, Hagrid, Dumbledore, and McGonagall. You were all smiles and laughing as you listened to them share stories.

-That summer you spent another month at the Burrow, most days you would lay in the sun with the Twins, and discuss possibly opening a joke shop in the future, which was the twin’s dream.

-Molly always told you that you didn’t have to help with chores, however you would always smile and reply, “You really think Freddie and Georgie will do chores if I don’t help.”

-Sometimes at night you and the boys would lay out in the grass and look at the stars, the cool summer air breezing over your forms as you all laid with your heads pointed towards each other. A few times you had fallen asleep while you all were out there, which resulted in Fred carrying you upstairs to your cot. George would always trail behind, slightly chuckling as he wondered when you and his older brother would get together finally.

-Ginny and you would sometimes sit in the couch and just talk, or you would braid her long, ginger hair. Ron would occasionally join as well but Ginny always looked at him and snapped, “Piss off, she doesn’t like you like that.”

-One day while you brushed her hair she asked you if you could ever see yourself dating one of her brothers. You smiled and replied, “Who knows, maybe one day I will, however that is probably going to be the day that I lose all my sanity.”

-On your last night there, you and the twins snuck out to the roof, and sat out there for hours. However at one point George went inside to pee, leaving you and Fred alone.

“Hey.” His voice was quiet as you looked towards him, the wind picking up a strand of your hair as you smeirked, “Hey.”

“I want to ask you something, but I don’t want it to make things awkward between us.”

Your heart rate escalated, and your palms became sweaty, you were hoping he would finally ask you out, “Nothing you ask me would make stuff awkward Freddie.”

He scooted closer to you, maintaining eye contact as he did, soon you were shoulder to shoulder as he took a deep breath.

“You gonna ask me, or should I wait for tomorrow?” You teased as he let out a chuckle.

“No.” He looked at his hands, which were entangling in each other, and then back at you, his eyes glassy as he whispered, “Why do you live with Mr. Lupin?”

“What?”

“Like what happened to your parents?”

“Well... my mom didn’t tell my dad at first that she was pregnant. He didn’t find out I even existed until I was 6 months old, when she dropped me off at his flat and disappeared. I was starting to display accidental magic, and she freaked out because she was a muggle. I lived with my dad until November of 1981, that’s when I moved in with Uncle Lupin. My dad, ummm, got arrested on false charges.”

“What were they?”

“Murder, and everyone also pinned him as a death eater. He didn’t do anything though.”

“So your father is in...”

“Azkaban.....” you were silent for a second, before looking up towards the stars, “Yeah, he is.”

-There was silence between you and Fred, neither one sure what to say, until his hand slowly glided towards your leg, and he gently placed it down on your thigh, “We don’t have to talk about it again, I just wanted to know.”

“It’s fine Freddie, really.” You replied, before leaning over and resting your head in his shoulder, your eyes closing as you took a deep breath of the summer air, wishing that life could have been slightly different.

Part Four

Part Five

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comickergirl · 6 years ago

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Alright. Let’s give this a shot.

SPOILER-Y DISCUSSION OF CAPTAIN MARVEL, INCOMING:

I figure the best way to do this is chronological; my prior attempts have not been chronological, which might account for their feeling a little...all over the place and unorganized.

This will also be a good test to see how much of the film I remember.

RIGHT THEN: First and foremost, (and we gleaned this from the trailers, obviously) MEMORY-LOSS PLOT. Which is Classic Carol™. She’s lost her memory like. Four times.

(her poor brain D:)

All of this to say: The premise of the movie, a kind of reverse origin story in which Carol figures out who she is, in a very literal but also figurative sense, was a great way to go, IMO.

Love all the moments from Carol’s past. I was admittedly surprised that we didn’t get more of that? But what was there was effective and given the amount of ground the movie had to cover, I think it was sufficient.

So after the dreams** we get the early morning fight with Yon-Rogg (who I was absolutely certain was Yon-Rogg, in spite of all the back and forth speculation and Marvel attempting to ‘hide’ his identity) and there’s exposition, obviously, and the set up of Carol’s struggle with Yon-Rogg’s forced Kree values clashing with Carol’s humanity but MORE importantly...

PHOTON BLASTS.

Love the way they render the energy pulsing just below the surface of her skin. Looks so cool.

Then: Chit Chat Time with The Great Intelligence!

I thought for sure it was gonna be Helen Cobb.

BOY WAS I MISTAKEN. (More on that in a sec.)

Favorite Visual #1: The slow pan of Starforce and the excellent shot of Carol’s helmet as they swim to shore on Torfa.

The whole rescue mission sequence/Carol’s kidnapping is...Truly a Highlight, in my opinion.

I mean!

She’s running around the enemy ship! Without her boots! Pummeling the Skrulls with unwieldy metal shackles! And growling in their faces!

#BOSSOFSPACE

Also, comic connection alert: Carol was kidnapped and experimented on by the Brood, which resulted in her stint as Binary.

So, back to the movie:

Talos man.

TALOS.

We’ll get to him later.

Okay what month of 1995 does Captain Marvel take place in? Because I was honestly offended that no one, and I mean NO ONE made a Buzz Lightyear joke re: Carol’s outfit and being a member of STARCOMMANDFORCE who checks her wrist communicator to try and make contact.

(Toy Story came out in November so if this takes place in the summer I GUESS I will let it slide.)

But otherwise dug all of the 90s references.

The little Gameboy sound when she calls Yon-Rogg!

(Also, train chase was great but I’m trying to save time though I do feel inclined to mention Kelly Sue DeConnick! Bringing some quality side eye! Very nice.)

Young Fury + Carol = excellent buddy cop combo, 14/10 would take an entire spinoff of their wacky 90s road trip adventures.

‘You look like someone’s disaffected niece’ might be favorite line in the film.

Let’s pause for a moment and appreciate the score, shall we? Pinar Toprak CRUSHES IT; the Captain Marvel theme feels like something out of The Rocketeer but with about 400% more sci-fi synth and I LOVE IT.

**Love the piece of score played when Carol wakes up. (Appropriately titled “Waking Up” I think, on the soundtrack.)

I also like the songs they picked for the movie? This is probably the complaint I’ve seen most often, that they feel obvious and easy, but. I dunno. I was never expecting something like Guardians of the Galaxy? So I wasn’t mad about it.

(In related news, I’ve been listening to “Connection” on repeat ever since the special look trailer dropped.)

Anyways.

GOOSE.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE.

MY GOOD FLERKEN GIRL.

(So, yes, breezing past the bar interrogation--though I do like the ghostly images of Carol’s past that crop up--as well as the trip to Pegasus, again in the interest of time.)

(WAIT. NO. THE TAPE JOKE.)

(Okay for real. Moving on.)

So then. THEN.

The Rambeaus. And the feelings.

Unpopular(?) opinion: I love that this big budget action movie focuses on female friendships and platonic relationships instead of romance THERE I SAID IT

ALSO LIEUTENANT TROUBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I spelled Lieutenant right on the first try. Just sayin’.

But in all seriousness, I love the time we spend in Louisiana. We get a lot of good stuff. Carol getting answers from Maria, Talos arriving with his soda (milkshake?) The standoff with Goose.

(Oh, and how could I forget Maria bidding farewell to the neighbor, shutting the front door as Carol continues to glower???)

‘What’s happening?’ ‘It’s loading.’ XD

Favorite Visual #2 (Chronologically, but actually the one I like best in the movie) The Pysche-Magnitron Light Speed Engine explosion.

(Thank you, Marvel, for changing it to ‘light speed engine,’ which is much easier to spell than Psyche-Magnitron)

But yeah, that was the visual that sold me, in the earliest trailer. I wish I had some profound reason for that, but the truth is I just love blue-glow-y stuff.

BUT ALSO

(And, okay, an additional spoiler- warning because this is a big one. Like. Big.)

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Seriously, go away if you haven’t seen the movie yet.

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MAR-VELL iS A WOMAN

LIKE THIS WHOLE TIME. EVERYONE WAS SO FOCUSED ON JUDE LAW. And then there was that blip, right before the release, when Annette Bening revealed she was the Great Intelligence, again after months of secrecy so we were all like, HA we know the TWIST.

BUT NO. NO WE DID NOT.

Well played, Marvel. Well played.

This was something I was thinking about before the film came out; I just kind of assumed, because of the lack of an apparent ‘Mar-Vell,’ that Carol would be the first and only Captain Marvel in the MCU. And she basically is, b/c we have no indication that Dr. Larson was moonlighting as a superhero, but regardless this is SO COOL. SUCH A GOOD TWIST.

(A quick Google search on how many ‘L’s are in Mar-Vell led to a serendipitous discovery: an article on the gender swap decision, and apparently it came very late in the game. Like. ‘Already looking at guys to play Mar-Vell’ late in the game. *insert themoreyouknow.gif here*)

Right, okay, back to Feelings:

When Carol’s like: You don’t know who I am! I don’t know who I am!

I was. Emotional.

(Brie Larson is perfectly cast and does a wonderful job.)

Maria’s pep talk? Also caused emotions.

And Maria got to come on the mission! I was pleasantly surprised, and really glad that the visit there wasn’t like. Just a pit stop, you know?

RIP Science Guy, we hardly knew ye.

Again, jumping ahead, but may I just say: It was truly an Experience, watching this movie with folks who had no idea what a ‘Flerken’ was.

Both my friends at the first screening I attended, and then like. Half the theater at the second one. XD

The whole row was like: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT when the tentacles came out.

So yeah, Talos and the 180 on the REAL villains: Nice. The enduring complaint leveled at the MCU is a lack of compelling villains. (I guess Talos technically doesn’t count as a villain by the end of this, but. We’re going with it.) And Carol’s commitment to helping the Skrull refugees lifts plot elements from my favorite portion of the DeConnick run, so. YEP. LOVED IT.

(I was also trying to determine if Talos’ daughter was perhaps meant to be like. a Tic expy. Did it say ‘Tic’ on the pinball machine? Or ‘Tig’? Or something else entirely?)

Loved the...mind prison? sequence. All of it. “Come as You Are,” the Great Intelligence rockin’ out in the jacket, Carol’s Big Damn Hero moment. Brilliant. Spectacular. Amazing.

“My name is Carol.”

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS

(Or does she say her full name? I can’t remember.)

And then the subsequent fight scene where Carol’s like. Simultaneously kicking butt but also enjoying all this newfound power/strength? A+++++

Favorite Visual #3: Carol sitting on the railing with the lunchbox.

Sad to see Minn-Erva go, but. Was so cool that Maria gets her own hero moment.

And then this big ol’ fight scene where Carol DESTROYS SPACESHIPS WITH HER BARE HANDS.

Favorite Visual #4: Carol going Binary in the red, blue, and yellow suit with the helmet FLYING THROUGH SPACE, LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT.

All of the visuals from this portion are so on point it’s like they’re pulled straight from the comics.

Favorite Visual #5: When Carol’s staring down Ronan and she like. Does that thing, where you hit your palm with your fist? (IDK the technical term there) And there’s this awesome energy burst and AGAIN, BLUE GLOW-Y THINGS. I love.

I’m pretty sure there’s an interview where Brie Larson talked about watching Indiana Jones? And wanting to be the female equivalent of that.

WELL, that’s the movie I immediately thought of when Carol blasted Yon-Rogg into a boulder, mid-goading.

(Y’know, like the scene in Raiders where Harrison Ford was too sick/tired to do the fight choreography, so he just. Shot the bad guy.)

ALSO, when she drags his sorry butt across the desert? I was IMMEDIATELY reminded of Kara dragging Astra into the DEO.

DANVERS GIIIIRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLS

*ahem*

THE FAMILY DINNER AT THE END?????

LITERAL FOUND FAMILY OF ALIENS AND SOLDIERS AND SUPERHEROES JUST. HAVING DINNER. PLAYING UNO. WASHING DISHES AND SINGING "PLEASE MR. POSTMAN”?

Thank you, Marvel, for this beautiful gen fic material.

WHOOPS I forgot the costume colors bit. (Admittedly confused it with the ending wherein Monica gives Carol her jacket back. Sans ketchup stain.)

So backtracking ever-so-slightly...

Let’s see if I remember this right: We get

Red and gold (Binary send-up, possibly? Or maybe the original Ms. Marvel costume?)

IDK what to call it....Lite-Brite? (♪ makin’ thi-ings with lii-iii-ight ♫)

Black and Gold (bathing suit costume?)

White and Green (original Mar-Vel/Kree colors)

That last one’s the only one that’s like. Obvious and deliberate. I’m just guessing with the others.

BUT CLEARLY I am ABSOLUTELY ONTO SOMETHING with the Lite-Brite.

BACK TO THE ENDING Lt. Trouble gives Carol her jacket and that’s my fav look, out of all the costume variations we see in the movie. I mean. I love the black and green, admittedly, and the helmet looks SO GOOD for being something that should be ridiculous, but my go-to answer for superhero costume design is: add a leather jacket.

Favorite Visual #6: Carol in the suit and flight jacket, floating above Earth, ready to go save the day.

AND THEN SHE’S OFF.

Ooooh, ooooooooh, but we can’t forget the scene. The scene that I’m certain ticked off The Continuity Police. (You know the types.)

See, remember when Marvel was like, ‘Carol’s the first Avenger!’ and haters were like, ‘UH HELLO IT’S STEVE????!????’

And then Marvel was like, oh ho ho ho, we meant LITERALLY the ENTIRE INITIATIVE IS NAMED AFTER HER CALL SIGN AND SHIELD STARTS LOOKING FOR SUPERHEROES BECAUSE OF HER ERGO SHE IS THE FIRST die mad about it.

That was so very, very satisfying to see.

(Also I guess she’s a literal Captain in the air force? If the rank on the jet is legit. Pretty sure she’s a Major in the comics, though. But I assume this change is to help sell the ‘Captain Marvel’ name.)

And then, friends. And then.

I was fully prepared to leave the theater, uncertain of when we’d next see Carol.

EVEN AS THE MID CREDITS SCENE PLAYED. I was like. ‘Well, they’re gonna cut it off before we can see anythINOHMaNTHERESHEIS!!!!!!’

‘Where’s Fury.’

*insert aesthetically pleasing keyboard smash here*

BRING ON ENDGAME.

And before we wrap up here, one final note:

The Space Stone, sought after by Trickster Gods and Mad Titans alike, was for a brief time, nothing more than a glorified furball.

FIN

(Nope, wait. One little anecdote before we go: of my core group of buddies, I am the Comics Nerd, and thus I am often consulted after we’ve watched a Marvel movie. So I had to explain that YES, Kara Danvers had the last name Danvers first, but she was adopted, and her GIVEN fake name was Linda Lee, so in all fairness, the same-name thing is a little less plagiarize-y, b/c ‘Linda Lee Danvers’ does not necessarily match up as well as ‘Kara Danvers’--which wasn’t even used until really recently--to ‘Carol Danvers’. ...Honestly, I was just really happy they called out the connection MY WORK HAS NOT BEEN IN VAIN XD )

Also, I sometimes get replies on posts like this which is totally fine BUT, I would ask that folks keep really spoiler-y stuff out of ‘em. At least for a little while.

#captain marvel #captain marvel spoilers #MAJOR SPOILERS #PLEASE BLACKLIST THIS AND SKIP IT IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE YET #long post #hark! a text post!

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rancoeur-the-unfortunate · 5 years ago

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Pills (Chapter 17)

(1970 words 😉)

Having nothing better to do and Zim insisted on getting a better view of their surroundings. Dib had found himself on some sort of nature walk with Zim.

The alien in question was focusing on a small pink device in his hands.

When asked to watch the device was Dib got the typical Zim response.

"None of your filthy business."

Dib rolled his eyes and continued walking. In the distance, Dib could hear the sound of the waterfall he had found before. He smirked to himself and continued walking. Zim seemed pretty engrossed in his device thing and Dib doubted he knew what a waterfall sounded like.

When the two boys arrived they stood by the river and over the cliff edge. Dib elbowed Zim to get his attention.

"What is it Dib-pi- AHHHH!" Zim jumped back in fear.

"DibhumanwhatonIrkisthatthingwhyistheresomuchwaterwhereisitgoingwhyisitfallingwhyarewehere------"

It was almost impossible to hear him in the rushing waves.

Dib put his hand to his ear to hear Zim.

"What?"

"I said WHY ARE WE HERE?!" Zim screamed his antennae now pressed to his head either in fear or anger Dib didn't know.

Dib stumbled back close to the river covering his ears.

"Damn Zim you don't have to be so loud."

Suddenly the rocks under Dib's feet slid out from under him causing him to fall into the river below. Dib screamed when he suddenly fell into the freezing cold river now heading at rapid speed toward a raging waterfall. He gasped for air and tried his best to find something to latch on to but found no such luck.

"Dib!"

Zim ran after Dib though kept on the grass. There was no way he could jump in after him that would be like a human jumping into boiling acid and that wouldn't help anybody. Up ahead Zim could see the cascade's overhang. The alien ran ahead and tried to think of anything he could do and then rushed forward with an idea. He extended one of his PAC legs and reached for Dib.

"Dib grab onto Zim!"

From where he was he could tell Dib wouldn't be able to reach him, he actually had to LEAN forward for else Dib would be squashed under the waterfall's plunge pool.

While leaning with all his might and even getting splashed and burned a bit he was able to reach Dib.

Dib grabbed onto the alien mechanical leg and clung on for dear life as Zim yanked him out of the river and away from his certain peril.

The two landed in the grass next to each other.

"Zim... you saved me..."

"Uh yeah, I guess I did...b-but ONLY BECAUSE I WANT TO BE THE ONE THAT KILLS YOU NOT SOME DUMB WATER THING!"

Dib who was panting and soaking wet couldn't help but let out a giggle and soon that giggled turned into laughter.

"What's so funny human?"

Dib giggled but eventually came down from his high.

"Oh.. it's nothing it's that weren't you literally trying to kill me like two weeks ago? Now we're here and you literally just saved my life."

"Well yes, I suppose the irony is rather amusing."

Zim felt himself letting out a string of giggles at the twist too and soon when joined by Dib the two were laying in the grass and laughing. Dib was the first to calm down as he rubbing his forehead in disbelief it was a miracle that the river didn't take his glasses. Dib sighed looked up at the sky above them. It was a beautiful day out the sun was shining, a view clouds just drifting overhead, and the sound of rushing water despite having almost killed him was surprisingly soothing. Yet for some reason, Dib's eyes trailed to the chartreuse alien next to him. Zim had sense relaxed and was looking at the sky. His features were soft and serene and Dib couldn't get that image of sleeping Zim out of his mind. The Outsider was usually so tense and angry all the time and never really took the time to relax or at least from what Dib knew and Dib knew a lot about this extraterrestrial. But to see him so calm it was almost extraordinary the way Zim's soft amphibian-like skin released all the tension he usually kept. Dib wondered if old Zim was the same way or was he just as pent up as new Zim was.

"What are you looking at?"

Dib was snapped out of his thoughts and looked back to Zim. He had the look he usually held when he saw Dib do something stupid. That face that said 'I don't know what you're trying to do but stop it!' Dib smirked at that thought.

"Oh, nothing."

Dib went back to looking at the clouds.

"You know that one looks like your house."

"What does?"

"That cloud." Dib pointed to the sky at a particular cloud.

"Oh yeah? Well... that one looks like your enormous head!"

Zim pointed to a lump of cloud.

"It's got the sheer size right too."

Zim shrill giggles hit the air again and Dib couldn't help but giggle too.

"Come on my head's not that big."

"Oh yes, it is!"

"Whatever... hey that one looks just like your weird alien spaceship."

"The Voot cruiser Dib, and yeah I suppose it does if my Voot was a cloud."

The two sat like that for a while, just laying the grass watching clouds. It seemed so domestic and yet it felt kinda nice even if it was Zim. Just the fact that the two could have such a great time together made Dib feel all weird on the inside like when he found out Zim was an alien in the first place.

Eventually, it was time to head back to the camp. The two stood up Dib, by now was dry and grabbed his backpack. Zim pulled out his device from before from his PAC.

"Can you finally tell me what that thing is for?"

"It's a tracker, Dib," Zim answered while powering it on.

The small dev=vice reminded Dib of a Gameboy, but instead of a pixelated screen, the device had one screen that displayed a green arrowed that Zim started following.

"Hey, wait where are we going?"

"To the camp duh."

"Well, how does your tracker know where the camp is?"

"I placed sonar beacon down there," Zim replied nonchalantly.

"Oh."

The two walked in relative silence to the camp.

Once back to Homebase the two sat by the fireplace while Dib got the fire started. Zim sat on his rock while Dib sat on his log. The human reached into his bag and pulled out a pack of sausages and a long fork. He pierced the sausages with the fork and hung them over the fire.

Zim sat still and looked up from the fire and into the sky. The sun was setting and Zim new the stars would be out soon, and immediately his first thought was more fireflies. ZIm stood up and crawled inside the tent and grabbed his jar of fireflies and sat back down.

"What are you going to do with them." He gestured to the lightning bugs.

"I'm going to let them go."

Dib looked up from his food in surprise, his jaw almost dropped when he noticed how he handled the bugs with care.

"I'll wait till the other fireflies come out and let them free. After all, you said they looked like me and I wouldn't want to be trapped in a jar."

If Dib's jaw hadn't hit the floor yet it certainly did now. Had Zim just expressed empathy?! The idea was insane and yet here they were. Zim looked up at the suddenly silent human.

"Dib?"

Dib shook his head.

"Uh yeah, sounds like a great idea Zim just let me eat my dinner."

Zim nodded and reached into his PAC and grabbed some rations.

Once Dib was done eating it was dark out. The two stood and headed for the clearing from before, and just like before fireflies were everywhere. Zim opened his jar and the fireflies once realizing they were free, flew out and joined the other lightning bugs.

Zim found himself smiling at the sight and sat down in the grass with DIb and just starred at the show. The way the bioluminescent bodies just floated around searching for another bug to love them, breed, lay eggs, and die. Despite how primal it was Zim couldn't stop himself from enjoying it. Zim had never felt such emotion before at least not all on the same day. Speaking on which today had been a whirlwind of new things and new feelings. Like the surge of emotion, he felt when he saved Dib's life earlier or now just staring at the beauty of Earth's nature. It felt like something foreign, weird but not wrong. Like this was how he was supposed to be and yet Zim had no Idea exactly what that meant. Was he meant to care? About Dib? About others?

Did glanced towards Zim and smiled. Zim really was a sight to behold. Even if Dib had spent the last couple of years of his life convincing himself that Zim was, in fact, a hideous space monster, he couldn't deny the truth. Zim was marvelous and beautiful and Dib found himself more than once just staring at the those bug-like, magenta eyes. Gently and sneakily Dib moved his hand to cover Zim's claw. If Zim noticed, he didn't react and Dib had to count his blessing for that.

Like this, they sat hand in claw just watching the fireflies.

When they returned to the camp Dib made smores and shared with Zimas they both sat on Dib's log and starred up at the stars.

"Hey, Zim where your home planet?"

"Right there past that star there. Though I doubt you'd be able to see it."

Zim pointed to the Big Dipper's last star on the ladle.

Though Dib was surprised Zim even told him at home.

"One second."

Zim reached into his PAC and pulled out something that looked like a helmet with alien binoculars.

"Try these."

Dib donned the helmet and looked to where Dib had pointed and Dib could see it, right past Alkaid though much farther away was a strange purple planet. The planet was at a 30-degree tilt and three sets of rings. One ran vertically, another horizontally, and last diagonally. The rings were pink and the planet was surrounded by ships and fleets protecting it. Well if you're an alien race hellbent on taking over every living being in the universe I guess it would be best to protect your home.

"Wow."

"Yeah, that's Irk. My home."

Dib paused that was the single strangest thing he had ever heard the alien say and THAT was saying something. Throughout his time of knowing ZIm, DIb had never ever heard Zim refer to Irk as 'home'. Dib removed the helmet and looked to Zim who was gazing up tiredly at the stars.

"Do you miss it?"

"There's not a day that I don't." Zim barely hesitated in responding.

"Then why leave?"

To that Zim had no answer and sat there in silence.

Why did he leave? To prove to the Tallest hew was worthy of their respect? Why would he want their respect? They were idiots who only rule because of their height!

Wait what was he saying?! The Tallest were all and mighty he shouldn't think such things again.

"I'm going to sleep human."

With that Zim clambered into the tent and into his sleeping bag.

Dib sat in the grass Zim's binoculars still in his hands. He tucked them into his backpack and crawled into his sleeping bag.

#invader zim zadr #invader zim #zadr #zim x dib #zim #dib #waterfall #someone almost dies #but its ok

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septicbadger · 5 years ago

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The beginnings of a story I started to write a long time ago (probably sometime 2015) that I never got that far into but decided to share today as it’s Sean’s 30th birthday...

"Uh... This is fun," muttered Sean, it was a history lesson. His class had been learning all about Greece's philosophers and to be honest he was bored, he didn't care. He would rather be at home just playing Pokémon on his gameboy, his first console. Looking down at his right arm, he saw his fourteen year old hands, they were rough and his finger nails were dirty from playing outside in the woods by his house. Then he gazed at his sleeve, it was ruffled at the end and was green, the colour of Ireland, his home land.

Then the bell rang and Sean was smacked back to reality, finally the lesson had ended, it was breaktime! He rushed outside into the playground to play football with a few of his secondary school 'friends'.

Billy, Steve, Suzy and Betty were waiting and wanted to play while some of his other classmates mingled, among them, Larry, Bobby, Mike, Mary and Harry.

There were two teams but they were unfair. It was Billy Betty and Suzy vs. Sean and Steve and Sean was in goal. The game started well, Betty in her baggy school uniform had the ball first and was quite slow because of her weight but then Billy, the smaller of the group took the ball from her then turned to attack Sean and Steve. Steve whizzed past Sean, he was always been the best at this game, it was like he had a segway in defence. Suzy was minding her own business, her mind floating off into the air when she was running to attack with Billy. She, not concentrating and looking at Billy through her glasses, slammed into Sean whilst he was in the air and they banged heads and Sean got a gash above his left eye. Then Billy scored.

"Billy! I was on the floor you can't score a goal when I'm down!" complained Sean he was tearing up and his left eye stung like hell.

"Oh, ha sorry. Not! I bet you were glad to bump into Suzy anyway," Billy teased.

"Shut your mouth Billy or I'll close it for you!" shouted Sean through the pain.

"Is that a threat?" asked Billy, " how sweet, and while you're still on the floor."

"Billy just be quiet!" commanded Sean.

"No!" then Billy ran on ashamed but not regretting what he did, a smirk on his face.

"Screw...You....Billy!!"screamed Sean whilst his eye bled.

This grabbed the attention of Steve and Betty who were watching the spectacle while Suzy had gone to tell the teacher.

"Are you okay Buddy?" asked Steve, Sean's video gaming friend.

"Of course I'm... ," said Sean but he couldn't hide the pain.

"Oh My God! Sean. Oh no, oh no!" Betty panicked.

Sean had to say something to shut her up. "Calm your tits Betty. I'll be alright but Billy won't."

Sean was between emotions.

* * *

It had been two and a half weeks and Sean's eye had become infected. He had been acting normally, trying not to hit Billy, playing video games with Steve, playing at break and climbing and swinging from his favourite tree outside his house but today things would change.

He arrived at school, his normal cheerful self but with his mum. "Goodbye Jack," she called. Sean knew why he was called Jack because of Sean being like Irish John, "and remember honey the doctor said, don't touch your eye even if you think it looks cool and 'badass'."

"Goodbye," Sean cried when he saw Billy sniggering in the corner.

"Hey, look it's jacksepticeye!" Billy loudly mocked, "How are you Jacky?"

Sean bit his lip. Hopefully ma didn't hear, he thought, and hopefully she won't hear this. Sean deeply exhaled.

"Billy. You will get a beating you little ginger tw-"

Sean's mum ran to the scene, she had heard and Billy ran to class. "Sean William McLaughlin come here now!"

"But... Ma I was being a Boss," She looked directly at him. "Yes Ma," he unwillingly obeyed.

"Straight home with you!"

When they arrived back Sean ran away to hang in the forest. He hastily made his way to his favourite place but he tripped.

"Ouch!" He had tripped on a piece of jutting metal. He looked down at the design. It looked alien. He, being an adventurous young boy, dug out the top part of this. He saw what looked to be a pod. Sean with his +1 biceps pulled it out from the ground. It was so easy, it was like it had been buried and lightly covered over.

He gazed at the 90 centimetre tall pod. It was a dark metal oval with light gray fins and highlights, there was a deep ocean green button at its base. Sean felt the urge to push it, like he knew what to do and he had to do it. A pod door opened up to reveal the capsule inside. Sean was amazed at all the flashing lights, levers and buttons of all varying sizes and colours. He saw the leather backing of the pod, it was about the size to fit a baby.

Sean ran back to tell his mum about it.

"Ma...Ma, 's awesome!"

"Honey what's awesome?"

"I found an alien pod with all these amazing lights and controls, it could have been an escape pod or something! Come I'll show you!" Sean was so excited he could barely speak.

"No," his mother said," I have something to tell you, you might want to sit down. We're moving soon in two weeks exactly in fact to live closer to grandma in a huge forest, you'll have all the trees in the world to play in but you won't see your friends again."

"What? Ma you didn't tell me!" This had put a downer on things and Sean felt betrayed. "But..."

"I'm sorry honey but things have already been arranged. You can forget about that pod as well, you're not allowed in the forest again with that eye of yours."

But Sean would never forget, never tell anyone about it again. He would always remember, the pod and its existence. He even came up with some theories why his mother wouldn't acknowledge it existed and occasionally in the future he would joke about them like in his childhood:

That he was a Boss of the Bossatronios, an alien race that once ruled the Planet Bossatron.

He thought that he had come in that pod. That his parents and siblings took him in as Sean, a normal Irish lad.

He wasn't far off.

Chapter 1: The Message

"Well I'm going to leave this episode here! If you liked it, punch that like button in the face, LIKE A BOSS! Aaand, high fives all around!" Sean said with energy as he high fived his YouTube audience. "But thank you guys so much for watching and I'll see all of you... IN THE NEXT VIDEOOO!" He shouted as loud and almost as high as his voice could go, it had been a good episode of Reading Your Comments and was a long time in the making, episode one hundred.

Sean ended the recording at precisely 9:42, took off his headphones and stood up in his home. His green brown and slightly grey (never to be talked about) hair was ruffled as he stood. His manly short beard was the way it always was, just an extended stubble leading around his mouth. It was time for a snack.

When he got back he decided to open up a game a fan of his had said she had made when he had attended the recent PAX. It was a convention where he had his own panel and met so many of his fans. It all meant so much to Sean but he wondered whether the USB contained a virus.

He download the game called. S.E.A.N and a loading screen appeared once he ran it. There was no menu, just a pixelated green field, Sean wondered what the game could really be about. He used his mouse to look around at the game's surroundings. Then a message popped up.

Hello S.E.A.N, or maybe Sean or Jack. You probably remember meeting me don't you, a human meeting a human. Well neither of us were human. Press enter to continue...

Then the game crashed and his computer buzzed."What the hell?" asked Sean, "This shouldn't happen!"

A new window appeared. Sean sat back down trying to get his computer to respond. But it didn't. He couldn't close the window or minimize it. All that there was was a blank screen and he stared at it through beautiful blue eyes.

Then the screen of his computer went to a blue screen. Sean didn't know what to think. Should he press enter or not? Was his name just an acronym? He remembered that pod in the forest.

He hadn't seen it ever again. He had never spoken seriously of it since when he was a child.

He remembered the people from his secondary school. He had even named some of the characters after them in games that he had played.

He had become a big success since his teenage years. He had played many great games on his channel named jacksepticeye. He had become a popular YouTuber, 15 million strong and always growing.

You know what? thought Sean.

YOLO BITCHES!!!

He clicked enter and his world was turned upside down.

* * *

The first thing he saw was a blinding flash of sea foam green. His eyes squinted into his new surroundings. He felt different, inside and out. He wasn't quite himself anymore, he was just a character in a video game. But this video game felt and looked as real as life.

Sean touched his nose, it felt like plasticene. He checked for his hat, but all he touched was his green hair. He was still Sean but also not him. His mind, his looks belonged to his human body but his body felt looser. And through his pixel eyeballs was a new world.

Chapter 2: The Party

He was in a stone hall. He recognised the walls, the stairs, the floors, the arches and the pedestal where a body lay: he was in his favourite game, Shadow of the Colossus. He stepped towards the body, like Wander in the game. But from under the cloths came a skeleton.

"Hello, human! I m the great Papyrus! And you shall place me in the royal guard!"

This skeleton Jack knew from Undertale in his red, white and gold outfit and spoke in jack's voice for him. He was basically the best and deserved more recognition. Sean remembered having to kill him in the genocide run and he remembered their date. It all filled him with determination.

"I'm taking you to Undyne!" said Papyrus and suddenly an orange portal appeared which Jack knew was from the game Portal and he was whisked away. Papyrus didn't mind so much, he was thinking about spaghetti.

They arrived through the portal. Jack was stuck between two green blocks and in front of him were six people, an elf, a little girl, a baby boy, two men and a chubby woman, standing still on floating green platforms. Jack recognised these characters from Happy Wheels. He didn't recognise the level when in fact it was the first level he played that someone had made for him in the game.

"Wowie! I'm on a horse! There is a pile of swords in front of me!"

Jack turned his head and behind him surely enough was a pile of swords. This was a sword throw level. Papyrus was sure enough sitting on a horse, Agro, the black horse from Shadow of the Colossus. The question was- through his own eyes could Jack kill the people?

That question didn't need to be answered as from out of Sean's vision came a kid in an orange top, just like Billy's from school. He had remembered the kid when naming the character for Happy Wheels as they wore the same clothes and were both ginger and "Screw you Billy" became a known saying.

Billy leaped onto Papyrus, Agro spooked and fell forward. Jack pulled the swords away and they all fell on him, as they fell through another portal: this one was blue.

They were all falling through the clouds. Sean, Papyrus, Agro and Billy together. Suddenly, a god like figure appeared in the clouds. She was just a head and shoulders appearing to them as they fell. This figure had brown hair and greenish hazel eyes."Evie!" said Sean.

Immediately, CleverBot Evie that Jack had done many videos on, turned into a hologram and came up on Sean's face like Cortana from Halo. He remembered when she guessed his name.

"Oh God!" he said to both that video and the fact that she was on his HUD, ready to be talked to.

One last portal appeared, orange and they all ended up in a blank void. There was a lamppost in the centre. Sean remembered The Beginner's Guide. Suddenly, before he could react, Jack's character from Skate 3, Betty, came through the portal on Pink Lighting, a trike from Turbo Dismount.

Sean stood up. He couldn't help thinking, "OOOOOWWWWW PINK LIGHTING!" Papyrus and Billy sat on Agro.

"Now I have three humans in my custody!" exclaimed the skeleton.

"Help me! Where am I? There's a skeleton!" moaned Billy in his high pitched bitch voice. Jack didn't care, he was enjoying this.

Agro neighed, majestic and not bothered by the stupid people on him.

Betty stood up in her black t-shirt and jeans. "This isn't my skateboard!" she said as she jumped off Pink Lighting and towards Jack.

"Hi, Betty," began Sean.

"How do you know my name? Who are you? Where am I? Did you bring me here?" She was full of questions!

"Um... well." Sean didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say that she was from a game he had played and this was another game made for him.

"Hi, I'm Sean. I know your name from er... well, I've heard of your great skating. We have been sent here, I don't know where, to together take down a common enemy, the Yllib, threatening our lives. And... no I didn't bring you here."

Betty stepped closer, looking beyond Sean at a skeleton and a little kid, on top of a horse. "So, obviously I'm the leader of whatever you guys are."

"Um... ok. This is Billy, Papyrus and Agro," explained jacksepticeye, pointing at the three characters bickering. Papyrus grabbed Billy and took them both off the horse, walking towards them.

"Have you told them what we're here for?" Betty asked.

"No."

"Well maybe you could be my second in command, tell them the boring stuff and get them together."

Papyrus and Billy arrived next to videogame Sean. "You two humans come here. You are now my prisoners. This child knows nothing. Tell me how we get out of here, one with green hair, this is not the underground." And with his skeletal fingers Papyrus pointed at Sean.

"Help me you two. Uhhhng I want my daddy!"

"Shut up Billy!"shouted Sean and Billy went quiet. "Well, we are here to take down a common enemy, the Yllib who are threatening Snowdin, Skate Parks and Hap- BMX tracks. We have been sent here to find a way to stop them."

"But tell them how we get out, second in command," said Betty.

"How do we get out?" Sean muttered to Evie. He had been feeling quite cool debriefing people.

"By understanding everything is connected," Evie droned out in Jack's mind. Papyrus was getting impatient and was tapping his foot whilst Betty looked concerned. Billy was just a little bitch.

"No, we need a portal."

"Yes, you need a point," said Evie. Oh my god, how dumb can a CleverBot get? thought Sean, I need a portal!

Sure enough a portal opened far away in the distance behind Agro who was now smelling Pink Lighting. "Through that portal over there."

"Through that human tamed beast over there? Is that a portal?" Papyrus questioned.

"No not Agro! That blue portal in the distance. But we will need transportation. Papyrus, your greatness, and you, Commander Betty, will ride with me on Agro the horse. Billy you can have Pink Lighting and do try to keep up you little bitch," finished Jack.

The team galloped off towards the portal in the black void. And behind them Billy pedalled with his small legs. He hated Sean. To him, he was a big bitch. And this trike was Billy's least favourite shade of pink.

* * *

Sean, Betty, Papyrus and Agro arrived at the portal, looking amazing atop their steed. Jack wanted to leave Billy behind but Pink Lightning was too precious and Billy was put in the game for a reason. As they waited time ticked on...

TWO GAME HOURS LATER

"Go Billy, go, go, go!" screamed Sean at Billy, trying to motivate him. He was five metres away from arriving next to them.

"Next time, that skeleton can have this," panted Billy.

"Fine," agreed Betty.

"I agree, it is fair that I, the great Papyrus, get the best vehicle!"

"Right, everyone let's go!" said Betty. "Can you take the horse?" She beckoned at Sean and he followed, just having fun, playing the game.

They stepped towards the portal, Billy following Betty, Papyrus being a 'cool dude' on Pink Lightning and Sean guiding Agro's nose at the back. "Now the real game begins," said Evie in Jack's mind. She winked.

* * *

They all arrived on a realistic looking game graphic platform. It looked like it was from the Borderlands games and was all grey metal. Jack wished for Loader Bot to come out and say "Hi." in his robotic voice and do his thumb up pose. But nobody came...

"Where are we now, human?" asked Papyrus to Betty, getting off Pink Lightning.

"Sean!" she cried as him and Agro entered the conversation, "explain where we are!"

"Um..." Jack didn't know what to say. It didn't help that Billy was calling for his dad behind Betty and Papyrus. "I don't kno-"

Sean was cut short as suddenly something appeared, a big portal. From the huge purple rift in space came...

...that’s as far as younger me got, thanks for reading if you made it down here!

#jacksepticeye #jse #jsebirthday #jse fanfic #therealjacksepticeye

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cassandrarobbins · 5 years ago

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I Forgive You II Mirror Lake Prompt Self-Para

Rachel Clark looked so scary. Cassandra had talked to the priestess briefly a couple of times, but every time her father had something planned for her to say to the woman. She knew what to say to get the reaction her father wanted. She was already in trouble with her father, and he seemed convinced that Cassandra was doing it on purpose. There was no getting out of trouble with him, and now she had to face the Priestess.

After the coven meeting, Cassandra tried to look brave as her father dragged her towards the Priestess who had been patiently talking to everyone. Now the room was empty, and all that was left was the priestess, her family, and the Robbins. Charles greeted the priestess reverently, “Good afternoon High Priestess. The meeting was incredible. Well structured. You really are the perfect person for this position. I hate to bother, but…” He pulled Cassandra’s hand, which she knew meant to stop trying to hide and get in front of him- which she did. “My little girl is starting to create problems at home.”

“Mr. Robbins this really sounds like a discipline problem. Not really something I…” The dark haired woman started without even looking at Cassandra.

“No. It’s not… not that. She’s… well… she’s… tell her Cassandra.” Charles glared down at Cassandra letting her know that she either she confessed or she was going to face him later.

Cassandra’s chest clamped up as anxiety began to pour into her throat. Her cheeks burned as she realized the whole room was staring at her. She just wanted to go home and hide away in her books. She hated knowing that the whole room was judging her. “I… I… I…” Once again her stammer froze her words up in her throat as she began to panic. She tried a couple more times to speak, but no sounds would come out.

“Come on sweetheart. Just tell the High Priestess. Then she can help us.” The soft voice of her mother usually was so comforting, but all it managed to do was to remind Cassandra that she was the problem child.

“I… I… I…” She once again struggled before she felt her father beginning to squeeze her shoulders painfully. “I… I…” Tears began to gather in her eyes before she blurted out, “I can feel what other’s are feeling.”

The tall woman watched Cassandra for a moment before bending down and taking her hands. “Look at me. Focus on me.” The woman’s eyes seemed to become electric. “Speak.” There was something to how Rachel said the word that felt… different. Cassandra suddenly felt her tongue loosen from the panic. “What do you mean you can feel other’s feelings?”

Cassandra’s hands shook a little as she admitted, “You’re curious. He’s angry.” Cassandra looked up at her father, “Mommy is worried and scared. Sterling is bored. Mr. Clark…”

“I see. Well…” Rachel stood up and began to speak to Charles, “It seems your daughter is going to be an empath. There are spells to protect you from her sensing, but I would not recommend it. This is a good sign, Mr. Robbins. I can see something very powerful in her if you foster it. I’d like her to start classes with my Cameron and other children in New Moon.”

“Oh… okay. Well, that’s great. That’s awesome. We’ve got a powerful little witch on our hands.” He laughed and patted Cassandra’s shoulders.

Cassandra felt her chest warm as her father smiled and thanked the nice tall lady who made the weight on her chest go away. That was the first time her father ever seemed happy about something she had done magically. She wanted to hug the nice lady, but she didn’t want to cross any boundaries.

“Thank you, Mrs. Priestess!” Cassandra waved as her father began to leave the room that meant she and Sterling had to follow.

Red dirt gathered on fake black leather as Cassandra kicked at the small rocks on the driveway. “Daddy, aren’t you proud of me? The High Priestess said she saw something powerful when she looked at me! Isn’t that great?” Excitedly, Cassandra followed at the heels of her father down the dirt road towards their trailer.

Like the winds of a summer storm, suddenly her father turned to her. His face had become quite red. “No. No, Cassandra Anastasia Robbins. No I’m not. You embarrassed me today!”

“Charles, we’re in public. Can this wait?” Virginia hung over Charles shoulder like an unwanted conscience.

Cassandra froze as she looked up at her father in shock. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I’m sorry.” Her long braids banged against her chest as she bowed her head.

Her father turned away from her before stomping his way to the rickety trailer that was now coming into view. The white skirt of the trailer had green moss crawling up the side, and over the roof was a tarp to protect from the rain.

Cassandra considered running towards the forest where her little tree house was coming together. Maybe a couple of hours to calm down from whatever she did wrong would help her father. She didn’t mean to make him angry.

As she turned towards the forest, Sterling’s dark hair fell between he and Cassandra as he looked down at his Gameboy. She couldn’t leave him alone with her father.

She took a deep breath and climbed the wooden stairs that creaked under her weight.

“Get in here Cassandra!”

Shakily, Cassandra walked through the already open doorway towards her room where she knew her father would be. “I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t… know… what…”

Her father stood in her room with his arms crossed and his face red. “Do you know how embarrassed I was?! You stammered in front of the Priestess, and then you make me look bad for worrying about this family’s safety.”

“I didn’t think that she…” Cassandra started as she laid her right hand on her elbow. Her left forefinger and thumb rubbed together as she began to panic again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” She began to back up, but then her back came in contact with the wall.

“Yes you did! You always try to make me look bad!” His voice rose as he began to pace in the tiny room. “You always try to embarrass me! I try to help foster Sterling’s confidence. I’m trying to help your little brother. Do you care about him? Do you care at all about him?”

Tears began to gather in Cassandra’s eyes, “Yes! Of course I do!”

“Well then why are you doing this?! Why are you trying to get all of the attention?!”

Cassandra’s lip began to tremble as she became confused by his logic and arguments. “I wasn’t… trying anything. I just… it’s just what I do. Maybe I’m just more powerful than Sterling is right now.” Cassandra waved towards Sterling’s room that was next to her room. “But I’m older than him. I’m not trying to…”

“God damn it Cassandra you’re not listening! You’re not listening to me! Fucking…” A noise came from her father that she couldn’t ever describe before suddenly he launched himself at Cassandra and began to swing his large hands at her body.

But as he did, Cassandra felt something inside of her break. Her panic pushed her over the edge, and she felt something in her grasp at one of the Encyclopedias her grandfather gave her.

Suddenly, the encyclopedia flew from the bookshelf and smacked into the back of her father’s head, which caused him to stumble backwards in shock. He looked down at the book as he reached up at his head before he looked back at her. “You used your magic against me!”

Then she felt something warm and strong collide against her face. Stunned, Cassandra wrapped her hands around her head and waited out as her father hit her. Again and again. Then again.

Cassandra didn’t know what happened, but in her head she felt like she was floating away. She grasped the hand of Kathryn Janeway, and she began to think about the world of Star Trek. So far away from wherever her body was.

“Charles…”

Cassandra snapped back into reality and turned to the doorway where the voice came from and found her mother with tears in her eyes. “Charles! I think she’s learned her lesson! Come here!”

Her father froze for a second before he looked at his hands and then back at her. “I’m so sorry, Cassandra. I didn’t mean to. It’s just you don’t listen. If you just did what I asked you…”

Her cheek throbbed as tears gathered in her eyes. “I’m sorry, daddy. I won’t… I won’t… I won’t show off what I can do again. I’m sorry. Please I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I forgive you.”

#selfpara #self para #i forgive you selfpara #time skip under readmore #tw:child abuse #tw:cursing #tw:emotional abuse #tw:emotional manipulation

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steve0discusses · 6 years ago

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Yugioh S2 Ep 47: How Exactly Can Any of This Get Resolved In 2 Episodes?

Ah, it’s 4AM, and these people decided it was finally time to pass out after a day of getting tied to bandsaws, getting tied to anchors, getting abducted, getting possessed, getting tied to various types of chairs, building box forts to escape your abductors, falling off of the box forts you built, beating up like 8 people, falling madly in love with Serenity, throwing lots of dice at people, falling out of love with Serenity, learning to see for the first time after a very major operation, having a fistfight on the roof of a 4000 ft in the air blimp, eating a mountain of tacos at a buffet, falling into the ocean, driving a helicopter into a shipping crane, drowning, telling your school bully that you are a reincarnated Pharaoh, learning that your favorite playing card is your one true love who died 5000 years ago, getting dangled off of a 20ft rope tied to a flying helicopter, deciding that your favorite playing card is in fact NOT your one true love who died 5000 years ago, telling a bunch of strangers about that one time your baby brother killed your Dad after seeing a single motorcycle, and getting trapped in the Shadow Realm in a giant hourglass.

They’re pooped. And, we get a nice montage of all of Kaiba’s itty bitty luxury beds that were really only built for Yugi and Mokuba and have been just super inconvenient for everyone else.

And Joey is not dreaming about donuts, instead he’s having guilt dreams.

and then, yes, she in fact did chain herself up to a wall and he watched her drift away.

CONGRATS, GIRL!

Man, by Yugioh standards she just got engaged, right? Good thing everyone else thinks Bakura’s in a plot coma because that is going to be the most unexpected walk of shame.

Also in this montage, Kaiba is not sleeping, and is instead staying up on his computer researching dragons. Yeah. Sounds about right. I honestly can’t picture Seto asleep. I don’t think he does that. I think occasionally Seto kind of pauses wherever he’s sitting like a fish, does a quick Rem cycle, and then he’s back to furiously typing on whatever computer he’s sitting at 10 minutes later.

(read more under the cut)

Meanwhile, these two are duking it out on the roof. I reallllllly wish they were actually punching each other like Tristan and Duke showed us a few episodes back but, nah, it’s cards.

Again, no matter who wins this fight, it will be a very good outcome for our protagonists, so it’s really a fight between which of the evil dudes do you like more? Do you like the Local Nasty Boy Next Door who cannot go to card prom with you because he’s too busy stabbing himself in the arm and murdering? Or, do you prefer the New Cargo Pants obsessed boy in town who seems completely unaware of which century it is, what a blimp is, and what clothes are supposed to be worn with what clothes. Or, is your fave Oldstyle Cargo Pants, who committed atrocious acts of blasphemy, violence and murder just so he could drive a motorcycle around at a moderate speed while wearing a sensible helmet and senseless pink crop hoodie?

All of them really want to destroy/rule the world, all of them really want to kill god (well, Yami, so basically the laziest godform I’ve ever seen in an anime) and all of them probably smell like super bad. Make your bets, they’re all three gonna have a card fight.

And to make this duel somewhat more confusing, Marik likes to sort of take over Bakura’s body and shout at himself. It’s...there’s a lot of psychological stuff going on right now. Anyways, this is when we find out officially that Odion decided not to tell Marik that he killed his own Dad, and instead blamed it on Shadi.

So I guess that’s why Shadi’s been hiding this whole tourney? I mean, Shadi...just kind of peaced out...and like other than being an exposition dump I’m not sure why he ever bothered to come here today?

But because Marik was in Tea’s brain without me knowing, he overheard the true story for the first time, and he was like “ah yeah I’ve killed a loooot of people, this makes sense.”

Bakura has taken almost an entire season, but he’s decided that now he’s playing cards anyway, he wants the good kind. Bear in mind, Bakura was passed out during the other duels where we found out that God Cards are ass.

And I will say that like, in caps there’s some things I can’t really show you since they’re meant to move--but Bakura and Marik turning into pieces as they duel was visually a pretty fun idea. It felt like the animation team was really enjoying it. Like this was their duel to cap the season and so they made it as much a ridiculous spectacle as you can a paper card game. (and the animators probably welcomed a change of place, they’re running out of weird ways to place cards down on a very large watch)

And then we revisit a familiar locale.

So like...this place is different.

First off, my favorite giant green bowling pin is just...gone...and then second off, either Yugi is just getting older, or Yami is just taking up that much more space. But this room definitely wasn’t brick lined before, which is...that kind of says a lot about what Yugi’s been sacrificing to have this puzzle installed into his brain.

Also, apparently Yugi drew a fish once and he was so proud of it, that it got immortalized in here.

The red tomagachi is exactly like the one I had in Middle School. I killed it so many times. I also like how they dodged Nintendo copyright but still gave us a little nod that yes, Yugi is a Nintendo nerd but legally cannot say so. I actually went and looked up handheld systems, and this one looks a lot like the Gameboy Advance. I cannot imagine the spooky stories that happened involving this particular Gameboy Advance, and if maybe that’s why Yugi no longer plays the thing.

Like I’ve been catching up on some GDQ and with Yugi’s curse, do you think he CAN just casually play a video game? Or, do you think he’s just always speedrunning and breaking games whenever he sits down to them? Like he’s just naturally doing TAS runs every time he picks up a controller, glitching through walls and going to the final boss when he’s only at like level 2? Like when he picks up Pokemon he probably almost never has encounters, and then when he finally does it’s just MissingNo and he’s like “Man, I have like 20 of these, and they all look like ass! I just want a freakin rattata.”

Anyways, Yugi was feeling kind of bored here so he went across the hall to visit his friendly neighborhood parasite.

And so, much like how Marik has decided to have a heart to heart with himself on a very tall ledge, so has Yugi and Pharaoh. Except, they’re not having a chat about who killed their own Dad, because we have never seen that guy and he may as well not exist, it would make no difference on the show.

Unless there’s a twist coming up that Yugi killed his own Dad, which, even with this show, I think we can safely assume he has not.

I’m pretty sure.

Just angsting out in my mind labrynth with my 5000 year old emo ghost, wearing lots of guyliner and belts around both our necks. Staring into the abyss made of the convoluted maze of unused stairs and unopened doorways of my unraveling mind. Don’t mind me.

I can’t believe they brought up Shadi only to completely change the subject because even these two are like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bro brings up that between the two of them, Pharaoh is a lot more hesitant about looking into his past. Something about people being stored underground for 5000 years and the murdering and all that extra stuff makes him maybe consider that maybe this power ain’t so great. So he’s just...decided not to open doors anymore. Yugi’s going to do it anyway, and Pharaoh will support him in that search, but Pharaoh alone is just fine not knowing if he was an evil asshole 5000 years ago. He doesn’t want to know or really see the point in finding out if it’s fact or not. There’s enough evidence already there. Ignorance is bliss and all that.

But it seems like if one is doubting the other has to not doubt just out of necessity. I don’t know what happens to this brain if both Yami and Yugi become depressed.

I mean like...

...

It was on the wall in the museum, right?

And like, Ishizu is down the hall and you could just ask her, right?

Shadi is around, he probably knows, or at least can go invisible and check.

The short term memory on all the children on this show, I swear. It’s almost as bad as real life children.

Anyway, the very last episode of the season is next and like...we made no steps towards resolving any of these plot strings so next episode is either going to be 4 hours long or it will just be a title card at the end of the episode that says “And then they all died! The end!” just like my very first stop motion animation feature when I was a wee tot, which honestly would probably make more sense than how they will probably end up tying all these lose ends. If they...ever do it.

Not holding out.

Anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to read all these recaps in chrono order from S1 Ep1, knock yourself out http://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #S2 Ep47 #Yugi muto #marik ishtar #Bakura #tea gardner #tristan taylor #joey wheeler #return of Toy Chamber #tbh nothing really happened this episode

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emosnakeboy · 6 years ago

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Hello again!! 🤗 So I was thinking tiny Roman is unchecked creativity & whatever he thinks about just appears in the mindscape. The others are trying to figure out how to get him to sleep bc that's the only way to get his creations to disappear, unless Roman does it directly. And if you can please include a scene where little Ro is chasing after a little puppy.🐕 I don't know why, it's just a cute image!!! Thank you!❤

Logan gingerly stood up and walked into the living room. Roman and Patton sat where they had been, playing with Lincoln Logs. Logan braced himself and stepped into the mess of the room, but before he took more than two steps, a sharp pain shot up his left leg. The logical trait hissed in pain, lifting up his foot and staring at the ground where it had been. Around his feet were the legos that Roman had been playing with previously. Logan relaxed slightly when he realized the lion meant no harm. Roman must have created him to be kind and gentle. He glanced at Patton, who was also slowly beginning to look less terrified for Roman’s sake. Patton looked towards Logan, and when he saw that Logic was calmed, he took a deep breath and let his shoulders fall to their normal position. The moral trait took a few hesitant steps towards the lion before gently touching its mane. It lifted its head suddenly, turning slowly towards Patton and giving him a sniff before allowing him to continue petting it. Patton’s face lit up, and he turned to Logan with an expression of pure joy.?Patton giggled suddenly, and both Roman and Logan turned to look at him. Patton didn’t shy away from their gazes. Instead, he looked at them brightly and said, “Sorry. You guys are just cute and I love you both a lot.”After all this time I finally finished it.. sorry it took so long!

Warnings: yelling, minor swearing, physical attack, claustrophobiaShips: platonic/familial LAMP/CALM (mostly platonic royality, platonic analogical, platonic logicality with some platonic logince)Word Count: +3.3k

Logan sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. He’d done that a lot already, and he knew he’d do it a lot more. The sounds of endless giggling echoed around him to the point where it was starting to drive him crazy, and Patton was being no help whatsoever.

“Can you please -” Logic started, but his eyes widened suddenly. He darted to the side, narrowly missing the iPad that flew past him. His face curled up into a sour sneer, and he stomped once on the floor. “Patton! Can you please stop encouraging him?”

Patton looked up from the floor. His face was colored in certain places with vibrant colors that shouldn’t be on one’s skin. Several open vats of washable paint sat on the ground around him. His fingers were colored with pinks, greens, blues, purples, and basically most other colors. He wasn’t the only one.

Logan reasoned that it was indirectly Virgil’s fault. The anxious trait was nowhere around, and as his caution tended to balance out Roman’s yearning to bolt every which way possible, the lack of that caution was… a slight problem. With no one keeping Roman in check, the creative trait had regressed into a sort of childish mindset…

… and a childish physical state.

He couldn’t be older than about seven, but were he a normal child and not a facet of Thomas’s personality, he would easily be diagnosed with ADHD. Every time the child wanted something new, it would appear and he would squeal with delight. He would discard whatever other toy or object he had previously taken interest in, usually with a toss over his shoulder. His shirt was entirely too big, his sleeves pushed up his arms so that his tiny little hands could grasp at whatever toys he felt like playing with. Patton, being the, quote-en-quote, “father” that he was, decided that Logan’s attempts to control the child were futile and unimportant. He had instead opted to play with Roman while Logan was left to find a solution.

Logan desperately wished Virgil would come back from… wherever he was.

“Logan, it’s not like I can provide much of a solution,” Patton said, glancing towards the floor. “We both know that. It’ll be better if I can entertain him and keep him out of your way. If I somehow do think of something, I can tell you, but I doubt that I will.”

Logan wanted so badly to tell him he was wrong, but he knew that having Roman distracted would surely be best. Having someone to bounce ideas off of would be productive, but not being distracted would help more.

Logan let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine. I suppose you’re right about keeping him distracted. Thank you.” Patton flashed a sad smile. Logan walked into the kitchen in an attempt to avoid the mess in the living room. He began to think, but the constant giggles erupting from the living room were endlessly distracting. He gave up quickly, deciding that waiting until another trustworthy side could appear to help was the best plan of action.

“This room is a mess,” he hissed through gritted teeth as he came back into the living room. Most of the floor was covered with toys that the creative child had conjured impulsively. Stuffed animals. Toy trains and rockets. A princess costume. A dragon costume. A giant cowboy hat and a lasso. Dolls. A wooden snake. Containers of play-doh. Coloring books and broken crayons. Disney-themed toys. A GameBoy system with an Animal Crossing cartridge. Roman sat in the center of it all, his white jacket stained with paint and ink. He was actively playing with plastic food and a picnic basket.

“This is your toast,” he giggled, pretending to spread jelly onto a plastic piece of bread with red jam. He handed it to Patton, who let out an estatic laugh and pretended to take a bite out of it. Roman smirked as Patton “chewed”, and after Patton swallowed the smirk grew wider.

“Tasty! Thank you, Roman,” Patton exclaimed, glancing at Logan. The twinkle in his eyes told Logan that this was what Patton was meant to be doing. Logan gave a soft smile.

“That was Smuckers jam,” Roman said smugly, his smirk growing. “I get Crofters because I’m the best.” Patton let out a fake gasp. Logan’s gasp was real. He stormed through the piles of stuff on the floor, kneeled down in front of Roman, and picked the child up by the armpits.

“You are not,” the logical trait seethed, “to besmirch the name of Crofters. Crofters is superior, and Patton deserves only the finest of Crofters. How dare you mention any fruit spread other than Crofters?!”

Roman’s face was almost enough to make Logan regret it. Almost. The creative trait looked terrified, his eyes wide and his lip quivering. Logan let out the slightest sigh, about to apologize, when -

“Hah! Gotcha. You thought I was scaaared, you thought I was scaaared.” Roman snickered, grinning brightly. “It’s my job to act, calculator watch. And I did good!”

Logan inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. I might kill him. I might - no, don’t kill him. Just… ignore him. Logan’s lips quirked upward. That will actually piss him off more. Perfect.

Patton giggled suddenly, and both Roman and Logan turned to look at him. Patton didn’t shy away from their gazes. Instead, he looked at them brightly and said, “Sorry. You guys are just cute and I love you both a lot.”

Roman grinned widely and turned to Logan. “Patton said he looooves you,” the child snickered, a devilish glint in his eyes. Logan let out a sigh. Patton giggled once more.

“I can’t understand how you can do anything with this mess,” Logan muttered, standing up and carefully picking his way through the maze of toys towards the couch. Roman snapped his fingers, and the plastic food disappeared and reappeared in the corner. A mass of Little People appeared on the floor in front of him, and he squealed in delight. Logan rolled his eyes. “At least, y’know, delete some of the things you’re done with? I can’t think in settings like these.”

Roman looked horrified. “B-But I’m still playing with it!” he objected, gripping a tiny green alligator tightly in one hand.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “All of it?”

“Yes!”

Logan let out an exasperated sigh. “I doubt that. Delete some of it, now.”

“No!” Roman yelled, throwing the plastic alligator at Logan. It hit the logical trait in the side of the head, and Roman let out a triumphant bark of laughter. Logan stood up again, about to start yelling at the child without remorse, but Roman’s eyes fell onto a tiny plastic lion on the ground. He picked it up, a grin spreading on his face. “Y’know what’d be better than a toy lion?” Logan’s eyes widened with horror as Roman yelled out in excitement, “A real lion!”

“Roman, NO!” Logan and Patton yelled at the same time, both moving forward towards the unchecked creative trait, but it was too late. A single click of Roman’s fingers later, a very real adult male lion sat on the floor amidst the toys. Roman squealed in delight, reaching out towards it. Horror overtook Patton’s face as the lion reached its head towards Roman’s outstretched fingers, but it merely gave them a quick sniff before licking them with a broad pink tongue. Roman giggled happily, reaching up with his other hand and petting its furry mane, which looked far softer than any normal lion mane should.

Logan relaxed slightly when he realized the lion meant no harm. Roman must have created him to be kind and gentle. He glanced at Patton, who was also slowly beginning to look less terrified for Roman’s sake. Patton looked towards Logan, and when he saw that Logic was calmed, he took a deep breath and let his shoulders fall to their normal position. The moral trait took a few hesitant steps towards the lion before gently touching its mane. It lifted its head suddenly, turning slowly towards Patton and giving him a sniff before allowing him to continue petting it. Patton’s face lit up, and he turned to Logan with an expression of pure joy.

“It’s so soft, Lo! Come pet it!” Patton gushed, reaching up to his face with one hand to rub his nose. This could be my only chance to touch a living lion, even if it’s a synthesized one, Logan realized. He gingerly took two steps forward before the lion’s slowly-flicking tail stiffened. Logan froze as the lion turned around, any former gentleness gone from its stature. It began to prowl towards Logan, a menacing look in its eyes. Logan’s expression turned to terror as he stepped backwards across the floor. His foot hit a poofy purple princess dress and slipped, causing Logan to fall flat on his backside, and the sudden movement was enough to make the lion to bound forward. Its mouth opened wide, revealing a horrifying set of pearly white and very sharp teeth, and Logan opened his mouth to scream in terror before Patton let out a loud sneeze. Something in the room audibly clicked, and the lion froze before shrinking down into a stuffed animal. Logan stared at it for a moment, breathing heavily and shaking slightly.

“I forgot, Patton’s allergic to kitties. And lion are cats.” Roman sighed, scratching the back of his head and looking up at Patton sheepishly. “Sorry, pops.”

“Roman!” Logan yelled, his voice much higher than he’d meant it to be. “What the absolute f--” he broke off, remembering that Patton was around, “--frick were you doing to it?! Why did it try to kill me?!!”

Roman shrugged nonchalantly. “Cause I wanted it to.”

Logan’s jaw dropped, but again, before he could begin to yell at Roman, the creative trait snapped his fingers. On the floor in front of the three sides was a small, fuzzy, black and white dog. Logan’s mind blanked on anger as Patton let out a delighted squeal and picked up the miniscule creature, holding it against him tightly. Logan opened his mouth, his eyes on Patton and the dog, and he suddenly wished he could remember exactly what he’d been about to say. Roman, still sitting on the floor, smirked and folded his arms. Logan ignored him as the dog wriggled out of Patton’s grip and bounced to the floor again. It walked over in front of Logan, who braced himself for it to viciously attempt to rip his leg off, but it merely yipped twice and sat down in front of him. Logan hesitantly reached down to touch it, and after sniffing his fingers a few times the dog allowed Logan to scratch it behind the ears. Patton smiled softly, and the dog glanced up at Logan before attempting to bound along the living room floor. It didn’t get far before it stepped on the tiny plastic alligator with a loud yelp of pain, and Roman immediately made an apologetic noise and snapped his fingers. Logan gave a sigh of relief as most of the stuff disappeared from the floor and didn’t reappear in a corner. The dog let out a tiny, happy woof before running around the living room once and bolting into the kitchen. Roman laughed happily, getting up and running after it, and as he followed it back into the living room he caught up to it and grabbed its sides. He lifted the dog up, a huge smile on his face, and the dog licked every inch of his face that it could reach.

The dog took up Roman’s attention without being a giant mess on the entire floor, so Logan was satisfied with its presence. He managed to relax enough to the point of calming down from the lion attack, and after a while Patton came over and sat next to him, though he still watched Roman play with the dog.

However, like all of Roman’s other toys, he got bored with the dog at some point. With a click of his fingers, the dog dematerialized, and Patton let out a noise of protest. “Relax, Pat. It’ll be fine. I put it in your room.”

Patton answered Roman with some words of thanks, but Logan was distracted by the slowly reappearing mess on the floor. Piece by piece, everything that had vanished was coming back, cluttering the living room once more. Logan felt his frustration beginning to pile up, but he forced it back. Roman snapped his fingers, and in front of him appeared a large pile of Legos. He began to build something, but Logan decided not to stick around to find out what it was. He stood up, picked his way through the piles of stuff on the floor, and eventually stood safe in the kitchen. Instead of stressing himself out over looking for a solution to this, he allowed himself to stop and take a breather. The kitchen was clean and void of children. Roman’s entertained giggles were quieter. Logan felt like he could breathe, finally.

The logical trait let out a sigh, leaning against the wall column separating the walkway from the wall between the living room and kitchen. He sank down to the floor, his forehead falling onto his knees. Perhaps I should look into the possibility of having claustrophobia. It seems rather like that is the case, Logan mused, an idea coming to mind suddenly. If I let Patton know this, perhaps he could convince Roman to clean up the mess….

Logan’s head snapped upward, his gaze burning into the creative trait’s back. Patton looked away from Roman and up towards Logan, and his face assumed a sympathetic frown. Logan opened his mouth, ready to yell, but Patton’s gaze travelled up and away from Logan to the top of the stairs behind him.

“What the hell happened here?!” Logan turned around carefully and looked up to see Virgil standing at the top of the stairs. His eyes were wide with a mix of shock and horror as he looked out at the sea of toys on the floor.

“Virgil, thank goodness,” Logan said with a sigh, picking his way across the floor to the bottom of the stairs. Virgil met him at the base, and Logan leaned towards his ear and whispered, “I don’t know what happened, why, or how to deal with this. He has it out for me and I don’t understand it at all. He won’t clean it up and I cannot think or breathe because of the mess. Please help.”

Virgil gave Logan a cross between a grin and a grimace before turning towards Roman and Patton. “Roman,” he said firmly, his tone sharp with traces of anger. The creative trait turned around and saw the anxious one standing on the stairs. “Clean it up. Now,” Virgil seethed, his eyes dark and furious. Roman shrank back, his eyes falling to the floor. Virgil raised an eyebrow, and Roman murmured a noise of assent before raising his hand and snapping his fingers. Piece by piece, everything slowly disappeared into nothingness until the floor was completely cleared.

Once the floor was clean and pristine again, Virgil walked over to where Roman sat. The creative trait looked up, his eyes wide with fear. When Virgil spoke, his tone was smooth but laced with anger.

“Logan says you’ve been incredibly rude to him.”

Roman’s eyes flickered to Logan before meeting Virgil’s gaze again. “I’m sorry -”

“I’m not the one who needs an apology. What gives you the right to abuse Logan’s comfort like that? Knowing him, he told you multiple times that the mess was bothering him, and you decided to ignore him. What the hell makes that okay?!”

Roman didn’t answer. He looked towards the ground in shame, his mouth remaining shut.

“I’m waiting,” Virgil hissed, folding his arms.

Roman looked up, his eyes glistening with regret. “N-Nothing.”

“Nothing makes that okay. You should know that. You might not be the brightest, but Roman, you’re not stupid. You’re not helpless. You know that -”

Virgil continued scolding Roman, but Logan lost track of what he was saying as he noticed Roman’s appearance literally changing before their eyes. His limbs began growing longer, his shoulders broadened, his torso stretched out, and his facial features began to sharpen. His gaze remained on Virgil the entire time, seemingly oblivious to his own appearance shifting. When Virgil finally concluded his yelling, Roman looked just as old as the rest of them. His paint-stained shirt fit once more, but his pants were nowhere to be found.

“Apologize to Logan, immediately,” Virgil ordered coldly.

Roman stood up, his eyes moving to Logan. He inhaled and said quietly, “I’m sorry, Logan. I was acting out and I did some awful things to you. You didn’t deserve it, and I shouldn’t have done that. I hope you can forgive me, especially for the lion -”

“What lion?” Virgil asked sharply, his eyes narrowed but bright with fear.

“I - erm - may have sent a lion after Logan -”

“You WHAT?!”

“I survived because of Patton’s allergies. It happens from time to time, Virgil,” Logan said quickly as the anxious trait opened his mouth to yell at Roman once again. Roman grinned sheepishly, but his expression fell as Logan turned towards him. “I can’t forgive you immediately, as you did attempt to kill me and you succeeded in hurting me in other ways, but…” he sighed, “I can forgive you with time and when I have a reason to.”

Roman gave a half smile, looking down. He spotted his own lack of pants and grinned before snapping his fingers. The colorful stains on his shirt vanished, and his white pants appeared on his legs at once.

Patton giggled lightly, standing up off the ground behind Roman. “Gee Virge, you’re almost like a dad yourself. I’m proud of you, kiddo. Now sit tight, I’m gonna make us all some food. Good to have it all back to normal.” Patton disappeared into the kitchen. The other three sides exchanged a glance.

“What happened to you? Where were you that caused Roman to change like that?” Logan asked Virgil a few moments later. The two sat on the couch as Patton worked in the kitchen. Roman had disappeared upstairs.

Virgil shrugged. “Sleeping. I wanted to give Thomas some time without me bugging him. Guess I shouldn’t do that, or Roman gets all… nuts.”

Logan nodded. “True. We know that it is necessary to have some anxiety, or bad things tend to happen. Such as Roman getting out of control.”

Virgil looked down, a soft smile on his face. Logan couldn’t help but smile slightly too.

Something upstairs let out a loud bark. Virgil looked up towards it before looking over at Logan. “Patton’s room is barking, by the way. That’s what woke me up.”

Logan laughed. “Yes, there’s a dog in there.”

“My puppy! DADDY’S COMING FOR YOU, SWEETIE!” Patton yelled, charging out of the kitchen, through the living room, and upstairs. Logan and Virgil exchanged a glance as they heard Patton’s door open, then close.

“Someone should watch the stove while he’s up there,” Logan said pleasantly, standing up. Virgil nodded, waving his hand, as if to say go on, do your thing.

Things were back to normal.

Bonus! For waiting so long I decided that you deserve to see a little something extra...

I drew a tiny Romano for you! It looks kind of really bad but eh *shrugs* I tried. I hope you enjoyed the oneshot! Thank you for requesting and again I’m sorry for how long it took me to finish this

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livingfictionsystem · 3 years ago

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Cult Bait

My family and I have always been… distant. Dad always under-reacted to everything. I’m reasonably sure you could tell this man the house was on fire and he’d casually pass you a glass of water to fight it with. Mum was the precise opposite. She seemed to have the sneaking suspicion that the news did not report events that have happened, but would happen, specifically to her, in the near future. If you ever wanted someone to ad-lib an anxiety attack you haven’t even had yet, talk to her.

As a result, I’ve spent the last ten years generally only speaking to either of them when I have comedic stories to make Dad laugh, or have two hours to kill to talk to Mum.

I do love my parents. They’ve tried their best. Gods know I was a curveball and a half but that doesn’t mean I don’t have some grudges carried over from my childhood.

Bad grades? Definitely my fault. I was lazy. Or I wanted to be ‘cool.’ I didn’t think being grounded from Darkwing Duck after every grade card was very ‘cool’ but that was Mum’s novel theory.

Bullied? Well, what did I do to deserve it? My paternal grandmother, may she hear every bitter word I ever speak of her, once asked me at a family function how many friends I had. When the number I provided was decidedly pathetic, she had a pointed follow-up. How many enemies did I have?

That number, much more impressive in its unintended vastness, prompted the question: “Well, why do you think that is?”

We’ve had a unspoken compromise, over the years. I didn’t want to talk about my complicated feelings, my insecurities, my hopes and dreams—and my blood relatives didn’t ask.

I’d had friends before. They were based on people who could tolerate me and make me laugh.

I can’t say my standards have changed all that much.

There always seemed to be a language barrier, however. Not that any of us spoke anything but English, but no one seemed to speak our language. It was difficult to really feel connected to someone.

Until we met Shadow.

Retrospect, he had to have been autistic as well, which was how he spoke our language. He was obsessed with Sonic X (yes, hence the name) and CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. There was a pretty solid likelihood that he was also trying to start a religion of three.

He lived in the same neighborhood as us, near a construction lot in Mill Valley, Marysville, Ohio. We met him on one of our frequent jaunts around town. He was three years this body’s senior, twelve when were only nine. His friend was a year and a half older, by the name of Illusion. He lived on the same street, over on Deer Crossing Lane.

It’s been years since I’ve thought about these two. They were, for years, one of the fragile centers of our life. Now I’m just hoping they were, at one point, real. But we’ll get to that.

One of my first times hanging out with Shadow, we were in his basement, playing Sonic Adventure 2: Battle on his Gamecube. We’d played the Sonic and Knuckles games on CD-ROM and watched the show as a kid, but this was something… different. This was something with much more of a plot than robot animals and chili dogs. This involved government conspiracy, something created by humans that grew to resent them, Sonic running from the US military. We were more than interested.

“This is Shadow the Hedgehog. I’ll not deceive you by letting you assume that the name is coincidental—I only hope I grow to be worthy of it.” Oh, yes, that’s how he talked. He had what almost seemed to be an accent, but he just over-pronounced every word, hitting each consonant like it stole something. It always seemed like he had rehearsed each line before saying them. Maybe he did. He was a scrawny kid, mostly hidden beneath a Hawthorne Heights hoodie and one of those really baggy Tripp Pants that were in style around those times. They all looked ragged, as if they were either purchased years before or found at Goodwill. Either could’ve been true. His eyes were large. For some reason, he had unreasonably large irises, dark green, that seemed to drown out the scant whites in his eyes. His hair was black, coarse, with the slightest bit of curl to it. He had a sharp, impish face for a twelve-year old. He was gesturing to the 3D rendered, in all of its 2002 glory, Shadow the Hedgehog.

Shadow the Hedgehog was the most goth thing our young, suburban brain had ever seen. Spikey, red and black, accented with gold—this anthropomorphic hedgehog was the peak of aesthetic.

No, I’m not a furry.

But I’ve always been a few crises away from being one.

Neb—probably quite a bit less. The girl had a tie-dye howling wolf tee, for gods’ sake.

My new friend, Shadow, was perfectly capable of telling me Goth Sonic’s backstory. “He was created by Dr. Robotnik’s grandfather, Dr. Gerald Robotnik.”

“Created? Like Mewtwo?” Can you guess our first ever special interest? Come on, take a shot in the dark.

Shadow was familiar, thankfully. Pokémon wasn’t so common as it is today. “Yes, indeed! A lot like that, actually. But Shadow didn’t hate his creator. At least, not initially. Dr. Gerald had a huge space colony called the ARK. He created Shadow to be the ultimate life form, something the military requested to synthesize immortality.” I’m more or less speculating on the exact wording, but I swear to gods he did talk like this. “Dr. Gerald had no interest in military doings, but his granddaughter, Maria, had Neuro-Immuno-Deficient Disorder, and so he undertook the project mainly for her sake.”

We probably spent the next week on the plotline of SAB2. The newest video game console we knew was a Gameboy, so a Gamecube was obviously a technological breakthrough to us. He would let us in to his basement that was just across from the garage. There never seemed to be anyone else there when we were over. And he always came out to greet us, as if making certain that we wouldn’t make the mistake of knocking on the door.

We saw signs of other people. Caught glimpses of family photos in the living room. I remember the father having black hair—the rest of the family was primarily ginger. But Shadow seemed to shy away from any subject of families. We would complain about our family, about how our brother that was five years our younger was the obvious favorite. He had nothing to offer on that subject.

He also seemed happy to see us. Everyone else just shoved us off like a pest, but it was like we were students of a subject that he sorely wished to teach. Perhaps we were.

It was when we were playing the two-player function of the game that he said something funny. “You see him? That’s Chaos. Proof that these writers know a bit more than they’re letting on.”

The character was this bipedal, stout, with lobster-claw-like hands and frog-like feet. Its head was the shape of a bird’s foot. Most interestingly, its body seemed entirely comprised of flowing, rippling water. Its eyes seemed like light-green gems.

“See, that’s one of the Chaos gods. Hydro, the God of Water. That’s who this one is based off of. But there are eight of them. Water, Fire, Earth, Air, Lightning, Mind, Night, Spectrum.” He counted them off his fingers. “Those are the eight Chaos gods of the eight elements.”

We’d honestly been interested in religion ever since I could remember. Not monotheism, but we gravitated naturally to more polytheistic beliefs. I still do. The cause of this? Considering we were nine? Probably Disney’s version of Hercules, if we’re being honest. To some of you, this isn’t the first novel of mine you’ve read and this is sounding eerily familiar. Some of you are more than just curious about how delusional I am.

You’ll notice that I’ve referred to myself as plural throughout this. That’s because, throughout many memories of my childhood, I didn’t feel like I was the only one there. I feel like the girl who would later be called Nebula shared my childhood with me. That’s probably the best way I can describe it. At that time, we were we. Around this time, we were starting to become she. I was only partially awake, as if I was nodding off before my seven-year slumber.

Shadow eventually asked Neb to be his Apprentice. She was to choose her name—it was to be a name easily translatable, like a noun, as homage to how the Chaos gods changed their name with the language of every country. Like Hydro, Water, Wasser, etc.

Does this sound like a cult? Probably.

But who am I kidding? This entire system is cult bait.

I’ve pre-written this chapter on a Word document, by the way. But I meant to post it today. Why?

Today is August 10th, 2020. Sixteen years, to the day, since Shadow died.

#disassociative identity disorder #sonic the hedgehog #cult #memoirs #final fantasy house

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pkmntrainergreyze · 7 years ago

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PKMN ROMS (Josh Dun X Reader)

(B/n): Boy version of your name, if you don't have one just pick a boy's name. (I'm pretty sure Josh doesn't play that much but eh, ask 2AM me)

short almost abandoned drafts: 1/?

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Your point of view

Josh gave me a ROM for Pokemon Red. He told me he made it special just for me. I decided to finally download a gameboy advanced emulator at my smartphone just to see what he has in stored.

The starting screen of Pokemon Red, nothing too out of place, it was Charizard on the screen screeching out some flamethrower moves. I chuckled. This reminds me of when we were children. We would play with out first copy of PKMN RED and he'd call the rival "Butt" but he was nice enough to leave his game name "Green" and our main character's name is still "Red"

I smiled when I started the game, it was the very same Professor Oak, but very different line of text. It's to be expected from him honestly, this could be a haunted game or a creepypasta one for all I know.

Prof Oak: Hello love.

Prof Oak: Eyo, it's J-Dun. Unless you want Prof Oak to call you love from the start

I chuckled and pressed A once more, intrigued.

Prof Oak: Anyways, I'd love it if you finish this game sunshine.

Prof Oak: Oaky dokie, pick your starter. And no, you don't get to change your name.

Prof Oak: (Y/n) is a nice name, your game Persona "(B/n)" isn't

I swear Josh truly put a lot of time and effort on this one. Which is sweet. (B/n) is the name I would choose whenever the character had to be a male one, and Josh always make jokes about me having that name from my life before (Y/n).

I picked Bulbasaur as my starter, like we both did before. I chuckled again when I saw Prof Oak say: "Saw that one coming". Bulbasaur is my favorite starter pokemon and his is Charmander, we'd often debate about the very best at all cost. We'd bring out facts about the manga and the game whenever just to prove our opinions right. (sorry if your fav is Charmander/Squirtle)

"Anyways, here's your rival... guess who it isss?" I couldn't really imagine Professor Oak saying anything nearly as trippy as that one.

"It's me!" The silhouette of my rival wasn't like Green's or Gary's, it was different, so I'm guessing it's personalized as well. I tapped on A button again and it had that evolving pokemon effects on it.

I knew it.

It was a pixelated Joshua William Dun. Wearing his very own merchandise like a shameless marketing manager and his right hand into a peace sign.

Josh: Hey sunshine!

Josh: And I choose Charmander, so, even though I'm meant to fail this battle I'd totally still challenge you

And thus, the battle began. It was like the original game, only the text and the sprite was different. The back sprite didn't showed Red, rather, it looked just like me. It got my short hair and other details, no wonder why I love him.

Josh: Aww, I thought you'd forget how to play Pokemon by now. Just kidding

You won Twenty-One Pokedollars.

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It's been two days since I've been playing this game. It's early Saturday morning. Josh's been enthusiastic whenever I report my experience with the game. Either I talk about how Brendon's the first gym leader and how Patrick's got Bill's role, he even looked so geeky whenever he talks about how Tyler matches with the Ghost Gym Leader.

Sooner, I defeated the final gym leader in vividian city, which was of course, Josh, following the original Green Battle there. I was about to take my walk on another route, to the rather exciting run at the notorious Victory Road.

Although, I found something... rather odd.

I was just about to walk past the flat world view when I realized the patch of the flowers formed the letter "W"

I walked towards it more.

It was beautiful.

I walked even farther and saw "I" the. double "L", I was about to think of it as another geeky movie reference but then it was different.

It was heartwarming.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

By the end of the horizontal road, it was Josh's sprite, kneeling. One knee touched the ground and the other was high enough to touch his pixellated chin.

I pressed A and there was no lines of text. Just a choice.

Yes

What else could I possibly pick?

"YES, A MILLION TIMES YES JOSH!"

I dashed back to bed, seeing his sleeping form awoken and ascended at my sudden outburst but he was pinned back to bed.

"Oh, you finished the game yet?"

"Is that your priority? Me finishing the game and not hearing my answer?" I joked as I pressed myself against him into a tight hug.

"Yes, frick yeah. I love you so much. I could literally marry you in a Gameboy Advance and still love you just as much" Josh smiled like a Cheshire cat when he heard my reply as he jumped off the bed, with his batman pajamas on, and lifted my to the air. The cheerful laughs filled the room as we dance too awkwardly for anyone to cringe at the sight, but we don't care.

"I can't find another woman that'll accept me more than you do, thank God I have you. I love you so much" Josh said after he stopped wiggling me around like a gummy worm, he rested his head in my neck as his arms were just around my waist. I feel so young today.

"Love you too, and I'll say that as many times as I want"

#josh dun #josh dun imagines #twenty one pilots #twenty one pilots imagine

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abhisheksingh098 · 5 years ago

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Dragon Ball Rap Cypher - Gameboy Jones

Dragon Ball Rap Cypher - Lyrics | Gameboy Jones

**Lyrics**

Gameboy Jones:-

Who's the man, That got the power of the gods Who will take on all opponents like it was his normal job Got these people up in arms to weaponize a spirit bomb Laughing in these villains faces with a Kamehameha I'm the face of a franchise if you take a look I got a game made by Bandai, cause I keep demand high Flying on my Nimbus this a dope view You all know the name call me Kakarot or Goku

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Dreaded Yasuke:-

Rise up only with a strong I claim affiliates If you see me in my Sayian Armor now I'm serious Some benefit being superior to idiots If I'm dead and gone then feel the fury from my lineage Red run down on my head, Drumming inside my heart, tread Water when I'm parched, when a demon Controlling who gets fed Bottom from start but never kneeling to be pledge Allegiance only perfect the art of fighting on the edge

Connor Quest:-

Krillin here to kill um, my skills is hitting the ceiling I'm kicking in any villain Destructo disc, get it spinning From training with Master Roshi, I'm tackling any foe see And known to be one thats shining Bright like sun rays off my dome piece This monk is hard, couldn't beat me with a jumping start These burns are sick like my six moxibustion marks Unnatural ability and fighting as a Z now Messing with 18 get opened with the ki, POW <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> VGRB:-

Flowin' like a sacred water Roshi be the looker That is heating up the battle like a brought a rice cooker That had sealed up Piccolo you better be brave If you meddle with the maker of Kamehameha waves It now it's time to make your name here at the turtle school Have a seat I'm the trainer of the toughest thugs the world has seen In the game for centuries you know I'll never stop My Ki begins to rise, the panties start to drop

Shwabadi:-

People always lump me in among the worst But I'm in the top 5 ever born on earth At the Tenkaichi, I ain't ever come first I bounce back easy, I ain't ever felt hurt Hair? Iconic. Speed? Supersonic Yes, I'm on it, scour top 10's, I made the list Mission? Ending wrongdoers with a stylish maneuver There's no mover cooler than the wolf fang fist

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> KickFlamez:-

I'm like the Pillsbury doughboy Jedi mind tricks toss ya body In the snow boy squad of shooters Ki-Blast will leave you destroyed They underestimate the shiny head and then they get Floyd Be careful you are fucking the al-quide Bomb, a living terror threat I'm the rocket city Saddam the kamikaze Jet hellfire send you to heaven Small package do big damage like 9/11 I'm the mother fucking weapon

Baker the Legend:-

Tien, The king of Tri-Beam, think about it You can't name a stronger earthling With my third eye, I can see ya whole destiny Meant to be a killer, till I met Goku and Roshi Green Gi, On my body and its good for combat Solar Flare, Dodon Ray, Nah you don't want that See me and Chiaotzi, Better turn corners Tien, I'm putting the world back in order Kidd Rap Piccolo, I do this for the souls lost on Planet Namek Tell Kakarot to come correct because I'm doing damage I got that special beam cannon when I handle Saiyans This is nothing new Born from an evil dude so if I'm in a mood I might just blow up the moon Get the dragon balls tell 'em that I'm coming soon I had to fuse with nail just to get a boost as well When I shoot this hell better know I shoot to kill <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Nytexing:-

Biggest Samurai with a sword yea I'm well-equipped plug with the senzu bean I know where the bag is, see me on the battlefield I'll knock you with a fat kick, one slash to ya Spinal Cord will make ya backflip I'm the strongest human with a katana I cut very well I roll with a bunch of warriors I see as fairy tales Clutch when Vegeta first attacked Goku Would've failed if didn't fly through the sky cutting off his tail

Nemraps:-

Gohan, The most Hated when I rip through teams I'm juiced up! Injecting myself with concentrated senzu beans Go hard or go home, I was trained by Piccolo Ya girl saw the bone now. she getting pickled on the low Seeing me run in the battlefield, pounding my fist And I'm ready to kill Putting my entire arm in ya body. I'm wondering how does it feel? Punch you all the way to hell you know what I did to cell I'm about to go ape-shit and I don't even need a tail None like Joshua:-

This ain't a cypher it's a tournament of fighters And I'll be number one soon as Kakarot retires If you were claiming I'm second best you in the line of my fire Prince of the Saiyans is coming to slay it Vegeta, you know me, my armor is staying on Limits are breaking my intimidation is greater than any in the squad Kakarot anything that you can be, well I can be it too Super Saiyan 1, 2, God, or Blue Don't you get to thinking that I ever want to fuse Got the final flash and I'll be saving it for Buu At least I know that my son will be cool Out of everybody that was once an enemy And then lost to Goku I'm the best one that used to be evil

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Cilvanis:-

Imma blast to the past then it's back to the future And I hate androids like an iPhone User ha Apocalyptic when I hop on the track Cus' every time I spit bars it's a burning attack If you ever talk shit to me or my father Vegeta I'ma slice ya body up and leave the pats in a Frieza Then I break em down until I see that ya cells warp Take you to my hometown and package you at capsule corps

Rustage:-

Act like a rebel soar high like a treble Note, Battle me? I'm a machine ay Hot as a kettle, and harder than metal an android call me 17 ay Rocket like firing beams imma get mean Charging my Ki like it's my gasoline call it obscene Blow like tetrafluoroethylene Changing my tone like it's major guess it's apart of my nature But if you want to mess with me you're messing with a ranger Shocking I put you in danger I'm just not constructed for failure Cus I'm a hardened warrior inside a steel container

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Savvy Hyuga:-

Underestimating cuz you think I grew softer But soon you will find out I'm still that deadly monster Ready to Scrap for my Hubby or daughter No hesitation I was made to slaughter Even the future knew my threat was initial Cowering in fear though I'm artificial Aim to take em out, yeah that's simple L on your belt to make it official Now if you wanna fall back with the speed of my Ki No backing down I wanna make you bleed for my creed Ain't no stoppin dop to your knees and plead Mercy ain't what you'll see from 18 Enough with the chatter let's resume our session Coming in with the speed for the hits thats venom Few quick combos to teach you a lesson Bout to get schooled by a blond in denim Data Dave:-

This isn't a facade I'm beating all the odds You know that I'm am a boss with more power than the gods Cell was formed and then Cell was warned He'd be clapped Even harder than the cheeks before Videl was born You are messing with the Champ now All I know is fire like I'm working on a campground And when I'm around every single villain seems to curdle Didn't you know I'm the strongest in the world bro MAT4YO:-

Hey! Look down here, Pops, If you wonder whos on top It's the youngest son to have his dragon balls drop 10 out of Goten stunting on punks With a power level that'll have you wetting your trunks I'm a Fusion, A Hybrid, I'm so fuel-efficient Been martial artistic since I was an infant I'll strike you up to heaven if you question me again It's in the name, Baby, I'm to GOAT, end Mark Cooper:-

I'm doing good, I pulled a number two Out with the skinny buu saw the world how I never knew Evil Residue transform into revenue John Wick a man for Hercule and the puppy too I've been excellent way before the hatching Way before the distractions The attempts of body snatching So just imagine, my stomach when It needs to be filled My Appetite is too sweet its diabetic skilled

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Diggz Da Prophecy:-

I like my peace don't forget it I'm legit tho Living so aloof but in a sec I'll get lit bro You gotta problem? That's your biz I'ma dip so I can get some cake and chill with Bulma on the ship go Get ya team, I ain't worried in the least N Bulma really like me cuz she heard I like to eat Or better yet since you thinking you the one I'll stop everything you throw with a pinky and thumb

DizzyEIGHT:-

Young Beerus the God of Destruction. I bring fear with my name If you wanna spar then I'll put you all shame Listen I'm a god so I rage Your life is something even Shenron couldn't save You don't wanna Clash Cause if I punch and it land I turn your whole planet into ash Me and you are not the same, I'm a different breed Check yourself before you ever try to step to me DaddyPhatSnaps:-

Legendary Power level Unlimited Sent away by the cowards I was living with They would cower when they figured I was Imminent So they sent me to another planet primitive Now I'm coming for the people who abandoned me And when I find them I won't be the only one with tragedies Level Up! Bury any bit of my Humanity And take my place Broly greatest Saiyan in the Galaxy

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mattwillisgames · 7 years ago

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The Joy of Deving #2: Art Direction

How do you do fellow kids? Yes it is I, the Hip Master General, Dinosir. Here once again to tell you about games I am making. This time we'll be focusing on art direction of my newest upcoming smash hit game entitled, Super Sportsball. In the last Joy of Deving I talked about how there are multiple answers to the same problem when developing games. I also covered how there aren't necessarily right or wrong answers, just some work better for different people. It's definitely one of my favorite parts of the #devlyfe. If you missed the last entry check it out here.

This week we'll be focusing on a recent change in art direction and why I came to this decision. For reference please see the picture of the old art style down below. It wasn't near as detailed as it would've ended up looking like when finished but it's good to have a reference.

Originally there were several reasons for this initial art direction. Firstly, proceeding the development of Aftermath Y2K I really wanted to develop a title that would show of my talents as not only a pixel artist but an animator as well. This called for a larger sprite set so I could have more detail. However I didn't want to go too large. You see in my head this game looked like Super Mario land on the gameboy. I wanted very pixely art. So instead of doing 100x100px or 64x64px I went with 32x32px. In the end I couldn't really achieve anything I wanted with this sprite style. It just looks meh and generic. Really I should've known from the beginning because my original vision strongly contradicted what I was trying to accomplish. So I had a decision to make. Either follow my original vision, or pursue further detailed sprites of 64x64 or 100x100.

(a 64x64px sprite blown up to 256x256 for ease of viewing)

So why didn't I go larger? This looks pretty good right? Well the answer is time. To give you an idea this game was a temporary hold over until I decided which game I was going to pursue next. To which I now know. Thus I planned on developing this game for around 2-3 months. However this would not be possible for 64x64 or 100x100 sprites. It would've taken me far longer than that to properly develop art and animate a decent roster for this game. Not to mention how long it would take to properly make gorgeous background images to match. It would've been swell in my portfolio but I just want to move on.

(8x8px sprites on a 160px wide background)

So I chose smaller. It was faster, easier and it closely matched what was in my head. Now I say closely because if you remember I was talking about SML style.

The issue with that is that:

1) Gameboy palette is ugly. It just is. Those greens make me sad. Nostalgic but sad. I could've pursued black and white but because the reason listed in number 4, that didn't make sense either.

2) the gameboy palette is very limited.

3) I just made a game with a limited palette and I kinda wanted freedom from that.

4) Most importantly it would've been difficult in a 4 player game to tell the difference between characters with only 4 shades.

Thus, I changed my idea and found a true compromise. Between what was in my head and what would work. Overall I'm very satisfied with the current art direction. The art direction also fits the theme of micro-rounds. Each round is only 10 seconds long right now. Thus having micro sprites seems appropriate.

However I would be lying if I said that how the game looked was the only factor in this decision. In order to save time in development I decided to use GameMaker Studio 2's built in physics engine. Unbeknownst to me this engine has a huge flaw in it. The max speed of an object is directly tied to the framerate. I found out that an object could only move 20 px a frame. So the ball in the game was locked to a max speed of 20px/fr. Which seems fast, and it is; however when you screen is 480 px wide. The ball would take 24 frames or roughly 1/3rd of a second to cross the entirety of the screen. This was fine, but I really wanted to make the max power give an extra speed bonus and make it near impossible to dodge. (This is because the throw speed uses a meter like the one in tecmo bowl where if you wait too long the meter starts over and thus you have ~1 frame to get a perfect throw, and if you miss that one frame you get a 0 throw speed and fumble the ball. On top of that there is a recovery time until you can try and pick the ball up again. So I wanted to reward those willing to risk it to get 100 power.) It wasn't too terribly easy to dodge/catch, but 1/3 is very doable especially with how forgiving the engine is with catches. Still at 32x 32 it wasn't bad, but if you recall I was thinking of moving the sprites at least 64x64 which meant that the backgrounds would've also increased to at least 960x wide. Then at 20px a frame, it would've taken the ball 48 frames to reach from or 2/3rds of a second. That's way too much time. Now of course I could've decided to just increase the framerate to 120 fps. While I don't for see that causing many issues, it may have. Who knows? I didn't do this, and this ball speed wasn't the main factor in my decision but it did play a large factor. To give you an idea the screen in now 160px wide and at 20px/frame; it takes 8 frames or a little over 1/10 of a second to travel the width of the screen. Which seems to be in a sweet spot for fairness to dodge and reward for the thrower to risk going for max speed.

Lastly I'd like to cover my decision for anthropomorphic animals. Why animals? Cause animals are super awesome, that's why! However, there's also a more practical reason. With an 8x8 based sprite having different animals allows for each character to have a different silhouette. Why is that important? I'm glad you asked Timmy! Well, in a fast paced game like this or even fighting games; having a different silhouette allows your brain to quickly recognize which character is you, and which is your opponent. Now normally this is done with outfits and having other factors come into play, like physic, hairstyles, and even moves or stances between characters being different. However with only 8x8 to work with you can't really make silhouettes of people different. Animals though, you can. The have different ears, tails, body, nose, etc. that you can work with. This helps the silhouette become far more prominent, and thus the choice, for me was obvious. Also did I mention how awesome animals are?!

(see how different the silhouette looks)

(here we see two human sprites vs two animals. The human sprites are harder to tell the difference of when compared to that of the animals. )

Well that's all folks. I hope you enjoyed this little insight into my brain and the decisions I make. Also If you want more info, or have question or just want to contact me; HMU on the twitters: @ Megadinosir

#pixel art #pixelart #indie #indiedev #gamedev #game developers #game development #game dev blog #game dev stuff

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stopcallingmescary · 6 years ago

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So, about Gen IV...

I keep seeing people talking about Sinnoh remakes (and more) as if they're going to happen, and I think people just... fundamentally misunderstand why the existing remakes were made. It wasn't just to bring modern tech and gameplay to old games. There is an actual reason they exist.

(Bear with me for a minute, this isn't a short post, but y'all need to understand a thing. This is driving me nuts and it has been for years.)

It started back in Ye Olden Days, which some of y'all aren't old enough to remember, when Ruby/Sapphire came out on the GameBoy Advance. Connectivity from the older GameBoy and GameBoy Color games was completely cut off - you could trade between Red/Green/Blue/Yellow and Gold/Silver/Crystal, but couldn't send any of those to RSE. This made a lot of Pokémon completely unobtainable. So, the first remakes were born - FireRed/LeafGreen.

They moved from the GBA to the Nintendo DS within a couple of years, so the next remakes were made on that, for obvious reasons - HeartGold/SoulSilver.

Now, remember: the original DS had a GBA slot at the bottom. This meant that RSE/FRLG were playable on Nintendo's current handheld - every generation was playable using one device, and every Pokémon was obtainable.

But then they move to the 3DS, which no longer has a GBA slot. That's when they make OmegaRuby/AlphaSapphire. Now Gen III is playable again! Oh, but Gen I isn't. So what do they do? They don't do another remake - they release RGBY (and eventually GSC) on the 3DS Virtual Console, and you can send Pokémon from those games to the Pokémon Bank.

So, by the end of the 3DS era, again, every single generation is playable on one device. Pokémon from every. single. game. can be brought forward to the most recent games, though it would take multiple transfers to get some of the older ones there.

Here's the thing: you can play Diamond/Pearl/Platinum on the 3DS. You have always been able to. The games are fully compatible. They aren't "next in line for a remake" because there is no reason whatsoever to remake them.

We were never going to get Gen IV remakes in the 3DS era, it wouldn't make any sense.

Ah, but now we've entered the era of the Nintendo Switch! None of the old Pokémon games are playable on that! Maybe they'll do it now!

Yeah, uh, no. Remaking Gen IV would be essentially committing to remaking every single game, RGB through USUM, on the Switch. They're not going to do that. It's an impossible task, not to mention unnecessary. (The only way it could possibly happen is if they do it in the Let's Go style, and even that seems unlikely to me.)

We will never get Gen IV remakes. Main game remakes are done. I'm sorry.

If I ever turn out to be wrong, feel free to call me out on this and make me eat my fucking hat.

#pokemon #sinnoh #gen iv #pokémon dppt #pokémon diamon/pearl/platinum #this has been driving me fucking insane and i'm so tired of hearing about sinnoh remakes #and unova??? definitely not happening #you can still play the originals!! it's easy!! go fucking play those again if you want to go back! there's literally nothing stopping you!!#like maybe a few months. if that. after oras was announced people were like 'sinnoh remakes? :d' and i'm fucking tired

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extraquarterblog · 8 years ago

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Pokemon Go, Nintendo Best Idea in Years, Still has a lot to Evolve

Right now there's two types of people, people who play Pokemon Go and those who don't have a clue about it. Pokemon has always been one of Nintendo strongest IPs that has without question one of the largest die hard fanbase any studio could wish for. Create by Gamefreak studios, Pokemon is a franchise that continues to win the hearts of every generation and keeps luring back long time fans.

Pokemon Go in many ways, is a unicorn. A myth that would never see the light of day. For years people have been crying for Nintendo to step out of their closed eco-system and embrace smartphone gaming. While Nintendo has done well with consoles in the past, it's their handhelds, such as the Gameboy and DS that have sold like hot cakes. Many of us grew up with a Gameboy glued to our hands, always near us, be it in our backpacks, glove box or by the sofa next to the remotes. Nintendo has captured its fans by taking the opportunity to be mobile. Where ever you may be, on a plane, at a friends house, or in the middle of the woods camping, Gameboy was there for you.

Now obviously the mobile game has changed. Long are the days I kept a case of AA batteries to toss in my Gameboy. I now keep a USB-C cable handy for my OnePlus phone, as with most people across the world now. There's no escaping it, smartphones dominate the mobile market.

With Smartphones being the number one choice of device to carry, fans have been waiting with baited breath that Nintendo would embrace the new mobile world and start to release their titles on Android and Apple markets. Sadly such a dream was easily the worst bet you could put money on. Nintendo, abandoning their closed environment to release anything major on a platform outside theirs? You had a better chance throwing a rock and hitting the Moon, and yet here we are. 1 out of Billion, Nintendo decided to embrace its fans. Testing the waters, giving us Pokemon Go.

Developed by Niantic Labs, took a great approach to the world of Pokemon and the smartphone gaming world. Giving fans a wet dream come true. To go about the world, capturing Pokemon, and using augmented reality to throw Poke'balls at em, made the icing on the cake. Free to download & Play, supported on both Apple and Android, has really opened the doors for Nintendo and Pokemon.

This is no spin off, no random worthless Pokemon shuffle game, or forgotten Pokemon Apps. No, this was a Pokemon game for those who grew up playing Pokemon on a giant Gameboy that devoured 4 AA at a time and also embraced those new to the addicting world of random monsters for your to capture. Pokemon Go very existence is a major surprise as studio Gamefreak is infamous for NOT listening to their fans. Ever since Pokemon Stadium released on the N64, fans have cried for Gamefreak to make a full fledged game on a console, to step aside the handheld gaming scene just once and see what magic they could make.

It never happened.

You could say Gamefreak is easily one of Nintendo more stubborn studios. Never rocking the boat, the studio has continued to release unsurprising, expected Pokemon games on Nintendo handheld devices (DS, 3DS etc). Now, not to say there's anything inherently wrong with that, it's that for many, felt it was holding back what Pokemon could become. Though it would seem that Nintendo had decided to test the waters with Pokemon Go and let Niantic Labs give it ago.

Pokemon Go is now a top of the charts across the board. With-in days Pokemon Go has captured the entire smartphone market, dwarfing its competitors by a long shot.

Easily becoming one of the best ideas Nintendo has debuted in a long time.

Pokemon Go itself is simple, clean, clever and fun. It has everything you come to expect with a few twist. You jump into your world, creating a character, capturing your first Pokemon, as you set off across your neighborhood in hopes of capturing additional Pokemon to grow your collection.

There's also teams you can join up, Red, Blue, and Yellow, giving a call back to the old Gameboy days of the first original Pokemon games (sorry Green, apparently you don't count) and each mascot being one of the legendary birds, Zapdos, Articuno, and Moltres. As you begin to roam, you'll notice various PokeStops for you to visit, that act like a Pokemon center where you can replenish Poke balls, Potions, and possibly Pokemon Eggs, and generally, have other Pokemon lurking around it.

Off in the distance you'll notice various Poke Gyms for you to challenge other people, having to be level 5 first, you can then enter to challenge opposing teams. Being one of the few places to actually battle. Gone are the days of the traditional turn based, you find yourself tapping the screen, going for a more live action battle than awaiting each other turns.

Right off though you'll notice several changes from the traditional days of Pokemon. Gyms are the only places right now where you can battle, and the method for leveling your Pokemon is through Stardust and Candies. Which is a bit disappointing to see, that leveling Pokemon has become just a click away. Also, I was quite shocked to see just how limiting the game is.

The best way I can describe Pokemon Go, is as if you jumped into a new MMO that has no endgame, there are no raids nor is there any epic loot. You kind of just roam around, with little to do, besides the rinse and repeat. Pokemon Go, despite literally using the earth as its playground, it's quite empty, deprived of much activity.

There's so much missing from the game, you could argue there's not much of a game at all. I can literally be standing next to a fellow Pokemon Go player and there's jack shit we can do to interact with each other through the game. Can I trade? No. Can we battle? No. Can we form a team/guild? No. It's mind numbing that a game built on people going outdoors and exploring would completely forget the possibility of what if fellow gamers would run into each other.

What's also surprising has how limited the options currently are. When designing the looks of my character, I was shocked and at there was damn near nothing to select from. Hell, I would have pulled out my credit card to purchased a better look, but instead, I look almost like all the other millions of players out there today.

Out of all the things with Pokemon Go, the only thing that put a cold chill down my spine was how there was basically nothing online with it. There was no auction house, no battleground, no center to trade or join up to chat with other players. It gave me a bit of trauma as Nintendo is sadly famous for how lacking its online platform is when compared to Sony and Microsoft. I pray, with all my heart, that Nintendo and studio Niantic do not neglect the online side of every mobile device. Yes, this a game meant for you to get out n bout, but the reality is, mother nature isn't bright n beautiful every day, nor do we have the opportunity every day to run around. Having a few online options to connect with friends would be the cherry on top.

Moving past my few cynical criticisms, Pokemon Go is the best step forward for Nintendo and the Pokemon franchise. Previously, Pokemon was nothing more than a meme picture posted occasionally on my Facebook page, the next day its sounds can be heard in every Mall, Park and Public center.

The good news is that Niantic labs are working on releasing several new updates that could include trading (fingers crossed) I would imagine this is just the start for the studio and that Pokemon Go will have a long roadmap of updates for it.

Now I just hope they release an update that would allow me to join Team Rocket.

Prepare for Trouble, Make it Double.

#Pokemon #Pokemon Go #Nintendo

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cupcakelord69 · 8 years ago

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I’m bored, so why not?

200: My crush’s name is: My girlfriend’s name 199: I was born in: Irvine, CA 198: I am really: empathetic 197: My cellphone company is: Verizon 196: My eye color is: Green 195: My shoe size is: 9? 194: My ring size is: Hell if I know 193: My height is: 5′9 192: I am allergic to: Nuts, cats 191: My 1st car was: Nissan Altima 190: My 1st job was: Blaze Pizza 189: Last book you read: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz 188: My bed is: Super comfy 187: My pet: I have two betta fish 186: My best friend: My girlfriend and my other best friend 185: My favorite shampoo is: Whatever gets the job done 184: Xbox or ps3: Gameboy 183: Piggy banks are: Somewhat useful 182: In my pockets: I carry everything I own, when I’m wearing my EMT pants, which have 9 pockets! 181: On my calendar: Is all my homework 180: Marriage is: Cool if you find the right person and have realistic expectations 179: Spongebob can: Disappear 178: My mom: The reason I have PTSD 177: The last three songs I bought were? Ricochet, Dark on Me, Air Force Song 176: Last YouTube video watched: Marijuana by John Oliver 175: How many cousins do you have? Hell if I know 174: Do you have any siblings? Yes, one step sister and two younger siblings 173: Are your parents divorced? Yes 172: Are you taller than your mom? Yes 171: Do you play an instrument? Yes, guitar 170: What did you do yesterday? I took a trip to the city to buy a new uniform [ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: No, but I believe that your souls can recognize each other on first sight, which is a breeding ground for love 168: Luck: Yes 167: Fate: Somewhat 166: Yourself: Hell yeah, even when no one else does 165: Aliens: It’s possible with the size of our universe 164: Heaven: I believe we go some place nice when we die, but I don’t believe it is segregated into heaven and hell; we all deserve to find peace if we did good things in life 163: Hell: I don’t believe in hell either, but I believe there will be some type of temporary punishment for genuinely bad people; I have no power to tell who a bad person is though 162: God: No, we have morality born inside us and the power to do amazing things; we don’t need a God for that 161: Horoscopes: No 160: Soul mates: Yes; I believe that souls can know one another and be meant for each other 159: Ghosts: Maybe? 158: Gay Marriage: Fuck yeah 157: War: It is useless and a waste of life and resources 156: Orbs: No 155: Magic: I wish I could [ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: Kisses 153: Drunk or High: High 152: Phone or Online: Online 151: Red heads or Black haired: Black 150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes 149: Hot or cold: Cold 148: Summer or winter: Winter 147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn 146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla 145: Night or Day: Night 144: Oranges or Apples: Apples 143: Curly or Straight hair: No preference 142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: White 140: Mac or PC: PC 139: Flip flops or high heals: Flip flops 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor, like I am already 137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke 136: Hillary or Obama: Obama 135: Burried or cremated: Cremated 134: Singing or Dancing: Singing 133: Coach or Chanel: No preference 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: No preference 131: Small town or Big city: Small town 130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam Sandler 128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure 127: East Coast or West Coast: East Coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas 125: Chocolate or Flowers: Neither, bring me fucking normal food and I’ll be happy 124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney 123: Yankees or Red Sox: No preference [ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: It is ridiculous that we kill to make peace 121: George Bush: Dumbass but better than our current president 120: Gay Marriage: It should be no different than other types of marraige 119: The presidential election: *Drinks an entire bottle of whiskey before I’m able to answer this question* 118: Abortion: It is a woman’s right to decide her future, including whether or not she will have a child 117: MySpace: Forgot it existed 116: Reality TV: Idiotic and slightly entertaining 115: Parents: I have mixed feelings on this one because my parents are polar opposites 114: Back stabbers: Petty 113: Ebay: A more expensive and competitive version of Amazon 112: Facebook: The thing that everyone has and no one really wanted in the first place, but its there anyways 111: Work: Can be nice if you do something productive and that you are passionate about 110: My Neighbors: I never really see them 109: Gas Prices: WAY too high 108: Designer Clothes: Too expensive but I can appreciate that they look good sometimes 107: College: The most expensive thing on this list; Great concept; Shitty exectution 106: Sports: Receives way too much of my college tuition 105: My family: Most of them are great people 104: The future: Hoping for the best, preparing for anything, loving every minute of it [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: A few minutes ago 102: Last time you ate: A few hours ago 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: A few days ago 100: Cried in front of someone: A few weeks ago 99: Went to a movie theater: Last Tuesday to see PowerRangers 98: Took a vacation: November 2016, Pennslyvania 97: Swam in a pool: A month ago 96: Changed a diaper: October, 2016 95: Got my nails done: Two years ago? 94: Went to a wedding: 2012 93: Broke a bone: Collarbone(2005); Finger(2016) 92: Got a peircing: Never 91: Broke the law: Never 90: Texted: A few minutes ago [ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: My girlfriend 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My dogs 87: The last movie I saw: Power Rangers 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Having a cool job and helping people 85: The thing im not looking forward to: Paying more bills 84: People call me: Pretzel 83: The most difficult thing to do is: Feel what someone else is feeling and love them all the same 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Nope 81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo 80: The first person i talked to today was: My best friend 79: First time you had a crush: In the 4th grade, I had a crush on my childhood best friend 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: My girlfriend 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: A few minutes ago 76: Right now I am talking to: No one 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Work for the EPA (if it still exists by the time I graduate college) 74: I have/will get a job: In environmental sustainability or healthcare 73: Tomorrow: I have class 72: Today: I had class 71: Next Summer: I will still have fucking class 70: Next Weekend: Is Easter...and I’m doing nothing for it 69: I have these pets: 2 Boston terriers; 1 Betta Fish 68: The worst sound in the world: High pitched drilling 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: My mom 66: People that make you happy: I have already listed them many times 65: Last time I cried: Last night 64: My friends are: The best 63: My computer is: One of my friends 62: My School: Somewhere in Utah 61: My Car: A crappy 90′s car that still works better than the American government right now 60: I lose all respect for people who: Lie 59: The movie I cried at was: I can’t remember 58: Your hair color is: Brown 57: TV shows you watch: Parks and Rec 56: Favorite web site: No preference 55: Your dream vacation: Anywhere were there is not a lot of people, a cool culture to explore, and good food 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: When my spleen exploded 53: How do you like your steak cooked: Medium 52: My room is: Clean? 51: My favorite celebrity is: Emma Watson 50: Where would you like to be: In someone’s arms 49: Do you want children: Yeah, eventually 48: Ever been in love: Of course 47: Who’s your best friend: I feel like I already answered this question 46: More guy friends or girl friends: Guy friends 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Love 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My grandma 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: Sort of 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: Nope 41: Have you pre-named your children: No... 40: Last person I got mad at: My mom 39: I would like to move to: Washington 38: I wish I was a professional: Doctor [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: Pixie Stix 36: Vehicle: Audi 35: President: Obama 34: State visited: Utah 33: Cellphone provider: Verizon 32: Athlete: No preference 31: Actor: Tom Hiddlestone 30: Actress: Aubrey Plaza 29: Singer: Pentatonix 28: Band: Too many to pick one 27: Clothing store: Banana Republic 26: Grocery store: Smiths 25: TV show: Parks and Rec 24: Movie: Krampus 23: Website: Netflix 22: Animal: Dogs, dolphins 21: Theme park: Seaworld 20: Holiday: Halloween 19: Sport to watch: Volleyball 18: Sport to play: Rock climbing 17: Magazine: I don’t read magazines 16: Book: All Quiet on the Western Front, The Bell Jar; I love books, so this is a difficult one to pick a favorite in 15: Day of the week: Not Monday 14: Beach: Black sand beach in Costa Rica 13: Concert attended: Black Label Society 12: Thing to cook: Vegetable Dishes with Pasta or Rice 11: Food: Ramen 10: Restaurant: Any place that serves amazing ramen 9: Radio station: 91.X 8: Yankee candle scent: Apple Pie 7: Perfume: None, I fucking hate perfume 6: Flower: Sunflower 5: Color: Indigo 4: Talk show host: John Oliver 3: Comedian: Trevor Noah 2: Dog breed: Boston Terrier 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes, I wouldn’t go through all this trouble just to lie

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