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spaceandthedigitalfrontier · 1 year

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"i love you. so much.”

“your hugs are the best.”

“could you get any cuter?”

I couldn't choose between these three, so I'll let you pick how many and which ones you do.

Ed happened upon DVDs by chance at the local Hastings. Technically, he was supposed to be grocery shopping. He promised Sonic chili dogs for dinner on Saturday, and he needed to restock on food, anyway.

He passed the game and book store on his daily commute, and decided to stop there on a whim. He didn't usually see the need to visit, as he didn't really have anyone to play the games he used to enjoy with.

Except now he had a family. A family that, weirdly enough, seemed to keep getting bigger. Somewhere after gaining Hal and Sonic, he somehow managed to add Alan and Sam to the family after reuniting Tron with his user.

Families were supposed to spend time together. Game night was supposed to be a normal family activity, right? Ed was pretty sure it was, even if he never had that with his family when he was growing up. There was one that he particularly liked, called Traveller, that he thought Clu and Hal would like, and he was pretty certain he could get Sonic and Tron on board as well.

What was intended to be a quick trip to the store to see if they had the rule book ended with Ed carrying a stack of books for various games he thought his family would enjoy. Which had led him to wander the store, looking for other things he could do with his sons.

And that was how he found the boxed DVD set of Carl Sagan's Cosmos television series. He also found a cartoon based on one of the superhero comics that Sonic liked, and added it to the pile

Admittedly Ed had been so excited to show Clu, Hal, and Sonic what he found that he almost forgot about the groceries.

(Ed got the grocery shopping done in record time.)

Ed was greeted by a blue blur when he arrived home. "Hi, Daddy!" Sonic chirped, giving Ed a hug.

"Hi, sunshine!" Sonic's excitement was adorable, and Ed smiled as he hugged Sonic back, planting a kiss to the top of his head.

Could he get any cuter?

(The answer was yes. Always. Sonic only seemed to get more and more adorable every day.)

The grocery bags disappeared from his hands moments later.

"User?" Clu called, emerging from the office.

"Ed? You're home early," Hal said from behind the Administrator.

"Hello, my brilliant Nebula!" Ed greeted Clu with a hug. "And hello to you, my radiant Nova," he greeted Hal, just as warmly.

By the time Ed had turned around, the groceries were all put away (Ed swore Sonic and Clu were conspiring to keep him away from the groceries since they knew he would never ask for their help. Ed didn't understand it, but he knew trying to fight it was futile.

"Daddy, what's this?" Sonic asked when he got to the last bag.

Ed shifted, suddenly nervous, although he had no idea why. "I thought maybe we could do a family night," he admitted. "Watch a movie or play a game?"

Clu and Hal went over to see what Sonic was looking at.

"The justice league cartoon is for you, Sonic, the Cosmos is for Clu and Hal, and I thought everyone might enjoy Star Trek... Although the plan is to watch all of them together. The books are... Well, I used to enjoy Traveller when I was in high school and college, and I thought Hal and Clu might like it. The rules are a bit number-crunchy, though. I haven't played Prawlers and Paragons—it's a newer one, but the rules look a little easier, and I thought it would also be fun."

Ed wasn't certain how he expected his sons to react, but Hal hugging him was a surprise. He usually wouldn't go for it unless Ed offered. Ed suspected Hal was still uncertain of whether or not he belonged with Ed and his family, despite Ed's efforts to include him.

"Thank you," Hal whispered. "Chandra used to read Carl Sagan's books to Sal and me."

Ed hugged Hal back. "You're welcome,"

A moment later, Ed was sandwiched between Clu and Hal in a hug, and Sonic's arms were wrapped around Ed's neck in a hug.

Ed laughed in surprise.

"Thank you, User!" Clu said, at the same time Sonic said, "thank you, Daddy!"

"Your hugs are the best," Ed said softly, practically melting in his sons' embrace.

"Whose?" Sonic asked.

"You think I could pick?" Ed chuckled. "All three of you. I love you all so much."

#Ed is apparently giving everyone pet names #And I struggled between 'Daisy' (because Daisy Bell) and 'Nova'#but I think Hal would prefer the space-themed one?#He can have both if he wants both #Have not played P&P #but was originally looking for a less crunchy version of Mutants and Masterminds #which I have played (It's superhero themed)#Traveller is space opera with a Trek-y feel but has its own world building #also really fun character building mechanics #I feel like Chandra would like Carl Sagan's books and the TV show #And probably would have read the books to Hal #Well sorry this took so long #have a novel for a novel

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siberat · 2 years

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Could you write some wg headcanons about sena / tor Pr / oteus, please? If not, no problem, he's unpopular and pre-war and also afthole

a little rusty- and i did have to read up on the char- def interesting char... anyways, here is hwta I came up with: hope you like!

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So, as everyone knows, before the war, Cyber//tron was not the nicest of places. Not saying the scenery was bad or anything, just a lot of class indifference and alt-mode discrimination. Who knows what exactly the cause was- because it varied depending on who you asked. Mech’s blamed the Decep//ticons for being greedy aft-holes for wanting more than their fair share. Others blamed the higher class, claiming that they hoard all the shanix.

Things got even worse when there was rumor of an energon shortage. Lower class mechs panicked- and who could fault them? They already were barely scraping by. Tension grew and civil unrest stirred. Perhaps this would lead to a change? Maybe the senate would see how treating people solely on the frame type wasn’t really working out? Perhaps mechs would start to show compassion for each other and lend a helping hand?

Obviously, we all know that didn’t happen.

But during this all, one mech stood out among the others. One mech took it upon himself to do the unthinkable. The do something to end the fuel shortage. To do something to end the hunger. To do something to ease the hysteria and anxiety that ran amok. And this mech DID do something…

… For himself that is.

Senator Prot//eus pretty much kept to himself whenever possible. He managed to get himself a rather large ration of energon and stored it for safe keeping. And you know how greedy mechs are- what they have is never enough. He had minions of his working to stockpile yet even more energon for himself. There was no way this functionalist was ever willing to go hungry.

Especially since he loved his energon so much, and his ever-enlarging girth showed it. This weight gain started slowly. Yes, even the great Senator himself suffered from some anxiety and woes, and like a lot of other beings, eating put a damper on said thoughts. Plus, eating on an abundance of energon made him feel better- like he was smiting all those dumb ‘Co/ns. Having a much rounder belly just proved how much better he was than the lower class. Being chubby simply proved there was no fuel shortage, for how else would he be able to grow fat?

Most people would think the sensible thing for a leader to do in these political times would be to try to figure out a solution for more energon- and not for yourself. And Prot//eus did do an awful lot of research, but it was for online recipes for the finest sweets possible. Because who doesn’t like sweat confections, oil cakes, and pastries? (Perhaps the lower class because they didn’t have them)

Senator Prot//eus daily routine consisted of this. He woke up. Got in the shower because he must be spiffy-clean. He would come out, get some warmed energon coffee to further wake himself up. He would prepare himself breakfast (he used to have servants who did this, but instead they were either scouting for more energon, making food runs for him, or he fired them for making a face at his now larger aft.) His breakfasts were buffets in themselves. Huge round energon pancakes so big that they spilled off the side of the plate was a favorite. Of course, they were slathered with buttergon and sweet caramelized energon. And they were stacked sky-high. Bowls of enermeal were also consumed. Sweeteners were added- Pro//etus had acquired such a sweet-tooth -along with slices of crystal fruits. An assortment of rich, decadent pastries slathered in cream-energon-cheese frosting would be plopped into his mouth as he read the daily news-pads.

Feeling so full while reading about how the poor claimed to be near starvation made himself feel better.

The next thing on the list was important: deciding what other meals he would have through the day, as well as keeping log on his stash. Once this was done, he did some Senator stuff- go to meetings, make appearances and paperwork, Stuff of that nature.

Snacking between these events was a must. One could always catch the red/yellow/blue/white bot raiding the vending machines as well as raiding his own bag for treats. These were easy to eat finger foods, such as ener-nuts, mini-cakes, crystal fruits, and of course an assortment of refined candies- usually the ones with rich and creamy fillings inside. Anything that could easily be popped into his mouth without making a huge mess as game.

Lunchtime was either spent back at his office, or sometimes Prot//eus and other senators would treat their poor, overworked selves to go out for fine dining. These were always cherished by the greedy senator- he would order the biggest (and most expensive) meals on the menu, of course with appetizers, soups, main courses (with extra sides) and dessert(s). And he always finished his meal. Then, the government picked up the tab. You weren’t expecting him to pay for his food, were you?

Afternoons were spent napping: his body needed some downtime to digest all the fuel he already consumed. Once he woke up, he would choose a recipe based on his mood, and set to work cooking.

Now, some mech’s would claim Prot//eus was a lazy Senator, but no one would call him a lazy cook (if they knew he cooked his meals- he didn’t prepare any energon meals for anyone else- just him.) The meals he prepared for himself were savory, well thought out, and enough to feed a family! He was meticulous with his cooking: spices properly measured out, stirring out ingredients to ensure nothing got burn, and tastes to ensure everything was going correctly. He put a lot of care and pride in his cooking! Now, if only he put that much effort in being a proper Senator…

And don’t worry, he had desserts baking in the over as well. He had a few ovens actually.

But the time his plates were cleared, Prot//eus’s belly was stuffed to the max. His once squishy midsection was now very rounded, very firm, and rested very heavily upon his lap. And his belly was very achy.

With optic closed, he would rub his servos over his strained and gurgling belly. AT first, the touch was gentle, as if to just tickle at the swelled plating. However, fingers would then rub firm circles over the mass, chasing the quivering groans of digestion. Burps would be stifled, hiccups would be quieted, and groans from belly aches would be muffled.

Eventually, Prot//eus would drag himself to his wash racks again for another rinse off, then stand in front of the full-length mirror to admire himself. He’s gently fondle at the crest of his bell, trace at the fresh stress marks adorned on the sides of his belly, squish as his love handles…. And now, grope at his thickening thighs. They began to puff out as if filled with air, and they even rubbed against each other as he walked. It felt very good actually… as well as rubbing his hands over his fattening body… (sometimes his hands rubbed other things) …then retreat to his bed. He would watch the holovids for a bit, messaging his massively stuffed and sore belly until he fell into recharge.

The next day: everything would be repeated.

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thanks for the prompt! I like using this as mini writing exercises. :D

#siberat answers #chubformers

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someguynamedstevewrites · 4 years

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Unwanted House Guest: Valentine’s Run - Part 1

Based on characters created by @tamarinfrog (a.k.a. @searching-for-bananaflies , a.k.a. @cafe-cardamari , a.k.a. @bottledupcomic , a.k.a. OH MY GOD Tammy, just how many more blogs do you have!? I mean, I’m not one to talk, but...)

And the video games Splatoon, Splatoon 2, and Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion by Nintendo.

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A brief primer on Unwanted House Guest:

Began this Fanfiction series back in the Fall of 2015.

Multiple entries in the series were submitted to Tammy’s blogs for posting.

Feel free to search Tammy’s blogs for “Unwanted House Guest” for previous entries in the series.

Now on with the story!

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“YOU WANT HOW MUCH!?”

Arnick shouted from nearly the top of his lungs. Every Inkling and Octoling in Inkopolis Square turned to look at the small bench near the lobby entrance for Turf Wars. There, everyone saw a tall, lanky, Inkling male with purple tentacles wearing a replica hero jacket and with a Legendary Cap on his head. It was an older cap with some sewn on patches and a hole to let the Inkling’s tentacles out through the top of the hat. Upon recognizing who it was, about a third of the people turned back to minding their own business because they were rather accustomed to the ear-splitting din that Arnick Stilton was known for.

“You heard me, chum,” Murch shot back, “100,000 G! Take it or leave it.”

Arnick was gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, and looking like his hat was going to pop off his head. The 21-year old Inkling had been searching for months for a very particular item. He regularly browsed through Annie’s Online Shop, checked every retail store daily since Squiddoween, and constantly asked about it from the local (shady) “gear specialist”: Murch. After going for so long without any luck, Arnick even went so far as to try and craft it himself, but couldn’t get the ability chunks necessary to finish it.

Now it was being held ransom by a puny little one-eyed street urchin.

“You have any idea how hard it was to find this thing, chum?” Murch continued with a small hint of indignity, “Spyke had to ask somebody who knew somebody who knew somebody whose cousin’s sister-in-law’s brother’s uncle happened to have one tucked away in a box at a garage sale out in Calamari County!”

“Yeah, right...” Arnick said in about a 50/50 split between disbelief and sarcasm. He grabbed his iSquid and opened up the app for his bank account. His winnings had increased since Team Toxic’s recent entrance into the highest level of professional Turf War. This was a great honor as they were now being matched up against the most experienced players; some of who had been engaging in Turf Wars for decades. But Arnick still had rent, utility bills, credit card payments, grocery expenses, and other debts that needed paying.

Doing a quick check of his bank balance, Arnick saw that he had exactly 567,902 G in the bank, but by Arnick’s calculations, only 50,000 G of that would be considered “available”. Sure, Arnick had the 100,000 G in his bank account, but if he spent it now, one or more of the payments Arnick had scheduled to go through could bounce. This would lead to a Non-Sufficient Fund (NSF) fee from the bank, and a whole new level of headache that Arnick did not want to deal with. (Especially since Tetrox gave him enough of a headache anyway. Arnick couldn’t count the number of times she’d swiped his credit cards to buy ridiculous things online).

“Hey,” Murch called up to the tall, penny-pinching grouch, “you want this or not?”

“Yes of course I want it, you pipsqueak!” Arnick said with frustration in his voice (which was nothing new), “Is there any way I can pick it up tomorrow?”

“No can do, chum,” Murch said with a shake of his head, “I’m a busy guy here and gear like this is hot stuff! If you don’t buy this, I’m going to have to trash it.”

“WHAT!? You said it yourself this thing was difficult to get, and you’re going to throw it away just like that!?” questioned Arnick.

“Look, chum, I only got so much inventory space here,” Murch said gesturing to his case sitting on the bench behind him, “I can hold this for you up until midnight tonight, but after that, this gear is gone.”

Murch then raised his solitary eyebrow as he took a peak at the precious gear in the case. “Still,” he said, “why would an uptight guy like you want this bo-“

“SSHHHHHHHHHUSH!”

Arnick hissed, almost shoving his hand over Murch’s mouth to keep him quiet. He then looked around him, cautiously, to see if anyone had seen or heard anything. Everyone in the Square was either staring at or side-eyeing Arnick, but mostly because his outbursts were giving them a scare. No matter how many times Arnick blew his top, the folks that inhabited Inkopolis Square would still jump from his outbursts. (Many of them were getting rather tired of it.)

“What was that for, chum!?” Asked an annoyed Murch.

“I don’t want anyone finding out I’m getting this, you dimwit!” Arnick pleaded.

“Why wouldn’t you-“ Murch’s single eye popped wide open as it hit him. He then slowly turned towards Arnick with a big, smug smile on his face. His eye now had a look to it as if it was saying “I see what you did there”. Arnick had seen that look before and dreaded what was coming.

“Ohhhhhh,” Murch said with a sneaky smile, “this is a gift for someone, isn’t it?”

“Your point?” Arnick snapped back, feeling rather annoyed.

“You sly sea dog!” Murch said while giving a small elbow jab to Arnick’s leg, “Don’t you worry about a thing! Your secret’s safe with me.” His gesture was meant to be a knowing jab to the ribs, but given Murch’s height, Arnick’s leg was the best he could reach.

Arnick looked left, then right, then left again. By now, the eyes of the square were no longer on him and Murch. Arnick guessed that everyone was likely thinking: “OH MY COD! WHAT WA- Oh it’s just Arnick! False Alarm!” before going back to whatever it was they were doing. (He was right too.) In a quiet voice, Arnick responded with, “It had better be safe, or so help me, if this gets out...”

“Relax, chum!” Murch said with a smile, “all I need is that 100,000 G and you won’t hear a peep out of me!”

Arnick growled to himself. He absolutely hated the idea of having an overdraft fee affecting his credit score. But at the same time, he had been searching for this gear for so long that he just couldn’t let it slip through his fingers. His mind raced through possible solutions when suddenly the hour changed and the new Turf War maps were announced by Inkopolis’ latest shining stars: Off the Hook. The volume on the large Jumbo-Tron size TV in the square cranked itself up for the news segment.

“Y’all check this out!” the energetic Pygmy Inkling named Pearl called out over the airwaves, “Our sponsor Grizzco is now hiring for Salmon Runs!” She then looked over to her co-host, the Octoling named Marina, who was looking into the camera with a big smile.

“Big Money? Big Prizes? I love it!” The cheerful Octoling expertly said after reading it from the teleprompter. Arnick was certain this was an obscure reference to something. He also wagered that line was written by his old nemesis: “that guy named Steve”. Arnick recalled Steve saying something about how he was taking on some additional work responsibilities at the Turf War League the two of them bickered (and it was always bickering). Arnick didn’t have the foggiest idea what the reference was to, but he didn’t care...

...he just got a brilliant idea.

Turning to Murch, Arnick smiled unusually wide. “100,000 G by midnight!? No problem!” Arnick said confidently, “Hang on to it and I’ll be back with your money in no time.”

“Alright,” Murch nodded, “But remember, when I say midnight, I mean Midnight! If you ain’t here by 12:00 on the dot, then this...” Murch hesitated when Arnick gave him the stink eye (while still smiling, no less) to remind him to keep this under wraps, “...gear goes bye-bye.”

Arnick gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up and a toothy grin that almost sparkled. “Smoke me a kipper, I’ll be back for breakfast!” Arnick said assuredly before spinning around and marching towards the Salmon Run Office.

Murch called out, “YOU DO KNOW IT WILL BE TOO LATE BY THEN, RIGHT!?”

Arnick turned around and hollered back, “IT’S A FIGURE OF SPEECH!”

To Be Continued...

#Arnick #Murch #Splatoon #Fanfiction #Unwanted House Guest

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imbeccablee · 4 years

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for ship ask: 5, 13, 32!

5. Do you have any poly ships?

Oh, tons!

My biggest one would probably be sorikai—Sora, Kairi, and Riku—from kingdom hearts. They’ve been besties for years in game and each of their goals in game is to, basically, return home and make sure the other two are safe. They’re best friends and i love them!!

There’s also Jlaireby, which is Jim, Claire, and Toby from Trollhunters. I ship them for the same reasons as stated above. These three have such good chemistry and they love each other so much!!!

There are various poly ships in MHA that are pretty cute too, like izuku, ochako and iida, or those three and todoroki, or kirishima, bakugou and kaminari, but I don’t actively ship these as much.

13. Has a ship ever broken your heart?

I don’t think so. I tend to ship the characters most likely to get together, so there’s normally no like “too bad these characters won’t ever get together”, and most of the time the shows I watch have happy endings. Also when it comes to romance, I normally respect whatever the writers choose to make canon, even if I didn’t really ship it (see allur//ance from vol//tron)

32. Share five must-read fics

Yesterday Upon the Stair by pitviperofdoom

Midoriya Izuku has always been written off as weird. As if it's not bad enough to be the quirkless weakling, he has to be the weird quirkless weakling on top of it.

But truthfully, the "weird" part is the only part that's accurate. He's determined not to be a weakling, and in spite of what it says on paper, he's not actually quirkless. Even before meeting All-Might and taking on the power of One For All, Izuku isn't quirkless.

Not that anyone would believe it if he told them.

I am absolutely in love with this fic!!! it’s an au where Izuku has a quirk that allows him to see ghosts and it follows all the way to the Eri arc. It’s so so sooooo good and i HIGHLY recommend it.

Occurrences in the Lives of a Couple of Hopelessly Oblivious Dorks series by Cipher032

A series on the roller coaster that is high school relationships, platonic and otherwise, as Deku and Ochako proceed through their high school careers.

Includes New Horizons and Roads Well Traveled.

Yes this is a series and not a specific fic, but both New Horizons and Roads Well Traveled are really good!!! Either fic is from the point of view of Ochako and Izuku respectively and are about how the two of them navigate their second year while dealing with the ups and downs of their friendship and also as they figure out exactly how they feel for each other. It’s incredibly in character and I absolutely love how Cipher is writing it!!

Catching Up by EchoFour

After a couple of rogue gems put her life at risk, Connie questions everything. She's loved being a Crystal Gem for four years. Training and fighting at Steven's side give her whole life meaning. But as Steven has learned more about the power he possesses and grasped more of it for his own, she's worried she can't keep up.

But Connie Maheswaran has never been the kind of person to give up just because of a little thing like human limits. Whatever it takes, whatever she has to risk, she will find a way to catch up.

This was an incredibly interesting take on best girl Connie Maheswaran and also just a really cool idea in general. It’s now part of a series that has a sequel in the works, and it has some of that adorable Connverse, as well as one of my FAVORITE stevonnie scenes I’ve ever read in one of the later chapters sooooo yeah. FANTASTIC FIC.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Homecoming A/U.

Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.

So he leaves.

Simple.

Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on.

And that’s when things get complicated.

This fic, man........................ this fic.................... fucking heartbreaking. it’s written so god damn well. it has such DELECTABLE iron dad................ it is Not a happy fic but it’s so so so so so GOOD................................................... im love

and finally

Kingdom Hearts Ψ by HouseofSannae

An alternate take on what Could Have Been

yes this is another series. yes it is Incredibly Long. yes it is REALLY. FUCKING. GOOD.

it was plotted and started pre-kh3 and it’s incredibly intriguing!!! very wonderful character development and realistic relationships, both good and bad, between different characters. No seriously though, this characterization is So Good. I only have two complaints, one of which is serious and the other of which is just bc im me lol.

1. Recently it’s been a little on the nose about its Life Lessons, if you will. It has good messages and stuff, but sometimes it feels kind of forced. Do Not Let This Stop You From Reading Though. It’s So Good.

2. Sora is in nearly every fic but rarely has an essential part to it and It’s Blasphemy. not really, but i love sora, he’s my son, and the fact he’s kinda been pushed to the backburner the whole time. it make SENSE why bc he doesn’t exactly need the development BUUUUUUUT i love him and want more of him.

well, there you go! a couple of fics that i absolute adore!! thanks for asking rex!!

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mezzopurrloin · 5 years

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Mezzo Plays Final Fantasy X: Part 3

Surprisingly, Tidus isn't dead.

He's just washed up on the coast of some island. He's hit in the back of the head with a blitzball, and spies some people on the beach waving to him.

He decides to do a midair flip kick to send it back, impressing their leader.

Then he swims to shore and introduces himself, first saying he's from Zanarkand, then after that confuses everyone, telling people he was infected by Sin's toxin.

His name is (probably) not a Pac-Man reference. Tidus asks if it's true Zanarkand was destroyed a thousand years ago, and Wakka dispenses some exposition.

"It was just as Rikku had said. Wakka and Rikku couldn't both be lying. Why would they? I appreciated the fact that Wakka was trying to cheer me up. But at that time, all I could think about was... everything that happened to me -- all of this -- started with Sin. Maybe if I could find Sin one more time, I could go home! For now, I'd just live life until that time came. No more worrying about where, or when, I was. Sure it was hard not to think of home. But I started to feel better already. A little better...maybe."

Wakka decides to escort Tidus back to his village.

Of course, they end up meeting some fiends along the way. Wakka fights using his blitzball as a weapon, which seems a bit odd, but it makes for a good throwing weapon apparently.

He also tells Tidus about a big blitzball tournament coming up. Wakka says that maybe someone there will recognize Tidus if he plays, and Tidus agrees to help out.

Here we get a nice view of Besaid Village. Wakka joined the Aurochs 10 years ago, but the team hasn't won a single game since then. He's about to give up on the blitz, but wants this last tournament to be his best yet. Tidus agrees and hopes to steer the Aurochs toward victory.

Just before entering the village proper, Wakka asks Tidus about the prayer, which of course just makes Tidus more confused.

You just put your hands in this position while saying "Praise be to Yevon."

"Any blitzball player would know that prayer. It was the blitzball sign for victory."

Time to loot some stuff! This house was wrecked by Sin and the owner never bothered rebuilding it, so it's not like they have any use for these things anyway.

There's also a little lodge here belonging to a group called the Crusaders. They're sworn to battle Sin, but no one's ever been able to truly defeat it, so their duties mainly involve keeping it away from populated areas.

One thing I forgot to mention about save points is that they also provide a full HP/MP recharge. This makes them a convenient replacement for the inns of other RPGs, though you're free to rest at the Crusaders' lodge if you want.

Once that's done, Tidus heads into the temple. It's the biggest building in the village, and faces away from the ocean, as that's where Sin comes from.

Inside the temple plays the Hymn of the Fayth, another plot-important song. No, 'fayth' is not a typo.

"It was then, standing in that place. I began to realize how different this world was from my own."

Tidus talks to one of the temple attendants, and after using the toxin excuse again, gets some more exposition.

"It was funny hearing myself make the same excuse over and over. Funny, and a little sad."

"So what he meant...was that we should respect some kinda great men or something like that...I figured."

Tidus goes back to Wakka's place for a quick nap.

Which leads us to another flashback sequence. Young Tidus is happy to see Jecht gone from his life.

His mom isn't quite that sympathetic to him.

After he wakes up, Wakka is gone. Tidus heads back to the temple to find out what's going on.

It seems that the summoner is in trouble, and Tidus immediately runs into the temple depths to help.

Monk: "The precepts must be obeyed!"

Tidus: "Like I care!"

This takes him to the Cloister of Trials, a puzzle that must be overcome before reaching the chamber of the fayth. This one's pretty simple and teaches you the basics of these rooms.

The puzzles are based around spheres. Glyph Spheres open the way to the chamber, Destruction Spheres destroy things to uncover hidden treasures, and each temple also has its own type of sphere. Only one sphere can be held at a time and you can stick them into sphere-shaped slots to activate things.

In this case, there's a Besaid Sphere powering this lovely Tron lines complex.

If we replace it with a Destruction Sphere...

It blows up a wall to reveal a hidden chest. Inside is a Rod of Wisdom, which we can't use yet. It's important to get every Destruction Sphere treasure we can, as there's a late-game reward for obtaining them all. And generally, it's important to grab everything we can the first time, since backtracking isn't really a thing for 90% of the game.

Anyway, after completing the Cloister of Trials, Wakka meets up with Tidus again, and he explains that only summoners, apprentice summoners, and their guardians can enter. Wakka is free to enter because he's a guardian. Summoners go on a pilgrimage to every temple in Spira, and the guardians protect them.

We meet some more guardians outside the chamber. And then the door opens, revealing...

"Man, was I surprised. And here I was, thinking summoners were all old geezers."

The group heads out to the town square, and the summoner decides to show her prowess.

"I had never seen anything like it in my life. Sure, it was a little scary, but still... I could feel a strange kind of gentleness from it."

You get to pick a name for the aeon too. Her canon name is Valefor, but I went with Yvonne on a suggestion from Umbra.

The celebration continues into the night, and Tidus and the summoner finally get to meet face-to-face.

Yuna forgives Tidus for barging in, as she feels it was her fault for taking so long.

"I remember... That night, we talked for the first time. I didn't know it then, but after that night, everything changed. For everyone... For me..."

If you haven't already figured it out, yes, Yuna is the main love interest. After talking to her, Tidus heads to the Crusaders' lodge to sleep.

It's only been one day and you're already having dreams about her?

Yeah, yeah, Rikku's cute too.

Jecht, stop being such an asshole. This is why your son hates you.

Tidus awakens and sees Wakka and the girl in black, Lulu, talking.

You know how they say Final Fantasy characters are obsessed with belts? Yeah, here's a prime example. Apparently they made Lulu's dress entirely out of belts as a challenge to the animators.

The camera moves up so we can get a nice head shot of her too.

Wakka gives some context on the conversation after coming inside. His brother Chappu joined the Crusaders, and was killed by Sin. Wakka learned the news on the day of the last blitzball tournament, which understandably threw his game off.

In the morning, Wakka presents a gift to Tidus.

This sword is called Brotherhood, and is quite fancy. It was originally meant to be a gift for Chappu, but he never used it. Tidus leaves the village with Yuna's group, as they're going on the same ship.

Well, not quite yet. There's one more thing to grab first. See my comment above about how it's really important to pick stuff up the first time around.

No, I don't get it either.

Once that's done, the group stops to pray at the monument above town. Chappu didn't pray at it the day he left. While making their way back to the coast, we get some more random encounters.

Flying fiends are Wakka's speciaility. They have a big evasion bonus vs. melee, but Wakka's ball can hit them with no problems.

This slime monster looks dangerous, though. Its amorphous body gives it strong resistance to physical attacks.

Time to call in our black mage. Lulu uses these adorable little plushies as weapons and as focuses for her magic. Many are references to other Final Fantasy creatures, like the moogle up there. She also takes the time to explain this game's element system. Fire and ice oppose each other, as do lightning and water. This blob is water based, so...

Zap! Problem solved.

Tidus runs a bit ahead of everyone else when we reach the next area...

And runs into this furry guy, who we saw at the temple earlier. He doesn't take kindly to Tidus and attacks. The two trade blows for a bit, until everyone else comes in and puts a stop to it.

He's another one of Yuna's guardians. He doesn't talk much, and can't be used as a party member yet, but he will be later.

I know this post is already overloaded with screenshots but really, check out the view here.

Anyway, upon encountering a large flying fiend, Wakka decides that rather than handling it himself, he lets Yuna try out her summoning. You can swap party members in and out at any time during a battle.

Time to see what our aeon can do. By using the Summon command, Yuna calls Yvonne to the field. All other party members disappear while the aeon is summoned.

Yvonne can use standard attacks, cast black magic much like Lulu, and has the Sonic Wings special which deals damage and delays the opponent's turn.

Much like players, aeons have their own Overdrive bar too. That's what picking up the thing from the dog was all about. In this case though, I decided that her first Overdrive, Energy Ray, was enough for this fight.

She charges up a laser in her mouth, then fires it at the ground.

Then, explosions. Perfect for taking out any irritating fiends.

One last encounter to show here. In this case each character is up against the type of fiend they're specialized against. You want to have Tidus hit the wolf thing, Wakka go for the flyer, and Lulu cast Thunder on the blob, and they're finished off easily.

All of our other party members have their own places on the Sphere Grid, and they gain S.Lvls and spheres the same way Tidus does. Tidus learned a new ability too: Flee, which guarantees escape from any non-boss fight. Some say that fleeing from battles is cowardly, but it's still handy to use in a pinch.

Oh, by the way, that Rod of Wisdom we found? It's a weapon for Yuna. It gives a good magic boost and the Sensor ability, allowing her to show enemy HP and traits. When not using aeons, Yuna acts as our white mage, giving out heals and buffs when needed.

One last thing to grab as we hit the beach. This is a component for a postgame weapon for Yuna. I don't know if I'll get into the postgame for this LP, but it's good to have anyway.

Yuna and her crew board the ship. Yuna waves goodbye to the villagers as they set off.

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angel-with-a-pipette · 6 years

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Title: Kiss me three times

Summary: The final fight was looming over their heads and it was impossible for Sora to stay in bed and get all the sleep he needed. Going for a walk instead, he found out he wasn't the only sleepless person that morning.

Rating: Teen audience

Genre: Romance

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Disney/Square Enix. A Sokai story.

This is part three of a three part series called “Don’t think twice”. Yay, I did it in time! :D Happy Sokai day!!

Also available on: ao3 | ff.net

Please enjoy!

Suffocating was the only word Sora could think of as he stared up at the ceiling in the tiny room he was inhabiting in Radiant Garden's Castle Town. As if the walls slowly closed down on him, making it harder and harder to breath until they finally crashed his lungs.

He shot up from the bed, sweat beading on his forehead.

He knew that feeling too well. His fight instincts kicked in already, with all the stress and preparation that had went into their final battle with Xehanort, it was no surprise, but it wouldn't do to be exhausted during the fight of Light against Darkness.

He needed to get out of here. Quickly.

Checking the time on his alarm clock, Sora swiftly swung his legs over the edge of his bed and grabbed his clothes that in a rare turn of events lay on his desk, washed and cleaned and ready to put on. He threw it on as quickly as possible and ran out.

Outside of the house, Sora was hit by crisp, fresh air, and he took a deep breath, filling his lungs to the brim before he breathed out just as thoroughly, repeating that action several times to calm his racing heart. It worked, thankfully, but it seemed like he was past the point of sleep anyway, so with an exasperated sigh, Sora decided to take a walk through town.

A lot of the structures still needed rebuilding, but but the Restoration Committee had done some amazing progress even in the short time he had been away again. But something else caught his eye: Tiny glittering sparkles that softly illuminated the street. They reminded him of the gift Tron had given them half a year ago, a glimpse at the old, thriving Radiant Garden. Curious to see where the phenomenon came from, Sora swiftly climbed the steps up to the outer wall of the city when he already spotted the source of the sparkles that was sitting right on the wall above the stairs.

A smile spread over Sora's lips.

He took the rest of the stairs two steps at once until he was up and stopped. Ever since his last visit, they had removed the old rusted wire mesh fence, allowing the residents to have a clear view of the green fields that had started to grow all around the city. But that wasn't what had caught his attention. What caught his attention was a girl, no, a young woman with red hair he would recognize everywhere. She had raised her hands up a little, palms up, catching some of the sparkling flecks that were dancing around her and made her violet eyes shine.

“This is beautiful.”

A soft gasp escaped the girl and she clasped her hands together, pulling them to her chest and stopping the magic as she looked around frantically to see her intruder. Once she saw him, she sighed a relieved sigh and grinned down at him.

“Sora!”

Said boy grinned in return and didn't waste a second jumping up to sit down next to her.

“You can't sleep either, huh?”

“Nope,” Kairi answered truthfully and put her hands down to rest on her lap, “I kept tossing and turning for a while now, so I thought I could clear my head with some fresh air.

“Same,” Sora replied and kicked his legs up and down, “my imagination was running wild, I had to go out or I would have gone insane.”

They sat next to each other in silence, shoulders touching as they watched the sun slowly rising, bathing the sky in different colors.

“You don't have to stop, you know? It's really pretty.” When Kairi shot him a questioníng glance, Sora explained. “The glitter? Is it something Merlin taught you?”

“Oh,” Kairi's face lit up and with a small smile, she spread her arms again, opening her hands palms up and after a soft glow, the small flecks started glittering around them again.

“Yes, Merlin taught me. Apparently there was always a mage in the Castle that used their Light magic to do this for special occasions. Now I am the only known user of Light magic, so Merlin taught me. It helped me learn to focus my Light magic, too, instead of using it on instinct only.”

Sora held up his palm and caught one of the little specks in it. It started dancing and shining brightly in his hand.

“This is amazing, Kairi,”

He felt her shrug her shoulders.

“It's just a little trick, but I'd love to do it from time to time for the people. I still haven't shown anyone yet,” she turned to him and stared him down warningly, “so don't go and tell anybody!”

Sora put his thumb and pointer finger together and ran them over his lips, pretending to close a zipper. “My lips are sealed!”

“They better be!”

The two of them fell into companionable silence again and watched the sparkles together until Kairi lowered her arms and the magic ceased.

“Sora? Do you think I'll be able to show this to the other residents?”

Sora swallowed. He knew what she meant, she was confident in her skill and she had proven to him that she could call upon it at will.

She was scared that there would be no light left in the world to illuminate the darkness.

“You will be,” Sora answered confidently, “we won't let the worlds fall into Darkness. We will defeat Xehanort once and for all. We have to.”

“I wish we didn't have to!”

Sora was startled by Kairi's outbreak and threw a concerned glance at her. She had grasped the hem of her dress and held on tight enough for her knuckles to turn white.

“I wish we didn't have to fight today. I know this is what I trained for, but I don't want it. I don't want anybody to fight. I'm scared of losing you, of losing Riku, of losing any other of our new friends.”

She took a shaky breath and continued.

“I wish Xehanort would have never been so fascinated by the Darkness. I wish he would have never become a Keyblade wielder. I wish he wouldn't have brought Darkness over so many worlds, killing so many innocent people, ripping families apart. I wish we lived in a world where he didn't exist and everything is peaceful. We would live our life to the fullest and not worry about everything ending today. I wish none of this would have ever happened.”

Sora averted his eyes as guilt spread through his body.

“I guess I'm a horrible person, then.”

“What do you mean?”

Sora sighed.

“Everything you said is true. But I can't agree with you.”

He threw a scared look at her, but instead of staring at him judgmentally or even disgustedly, Kairi took his hand in her own and squeezed lightly, urging him to continue.

“If none of this would have happened, a lot of hurt would have been avoided, I know. But at the same time, I can't wish for it. If Xehanort hadn't lead Radiant Garden into the Darkness, you would have never washed up on Destiny Islands.” He swallowed. “I know, it's selfish and you were robbed of your own family and I swear, I feel horrible about it for you. But without Xehanort, the Keyblade would have had no reason to fall into my hands and I wouldn't have been able to travel the worlds to meet you through that means. Without Xehanort, I wouldn't have met you.”

Sora looked right into Kairi's eyes that were shining with tears.

“And I don't want to imagine a reality in which you aren't a part of my life.”

When had they started sitting this close together? Suddenly, their thighs were touching and Kairi's shoulder was pressing into his chest while gravity slowly but surely pulled Sora's head down, closer and closer to Kairi's.

“Sora...”

He brushed past her nose and closed his eyes when suddenly, he felt her soft lips against his own. It was short and sweet and yet everything he could have wished for.

A little light headed Sora pulled back and opened his eyes again. Kairi was looking up at him from under her half lidded eyes, and he saw the faint blush that spread over her cheeks.

“I love you.”

Those three words flipped a switch inside of Sora and he couldn't help the low guttural sound that escaped him when he dove right back down to Kairi. To his relief, she met him with the same kind of fervor as she combed her hands into his wild hair to pull him close while his hands wrapped around her shoulders to press her body against his.

All of his senses were filled with Kairi. It was the smooth fabric of her dress that he felt beneath his fingertips as he ran his hands up and down her body, and the taste of cherry chapstick on her lips that she was so fond using.

He pulled closer still.

The fragrance of her strawberry shampoo started to fill his nose as he started to hear a tiny pant escape her lips. He eagerly swallowed it right up as his mind kept playing the same mental image: Kairi, looking up at him with a fire in her eyes as she mouthed “I love you”.

It was too much for Sora and still not enough.

But it had to be, at least for now. He knew if he didn't stop soon, there was no way he could stop at all, so he gently gently pulled back, out of her embrace, away from her warmth. His heart did a back-flip when he realized she had followed his movement to keep the lip lock going for as long as possible.

The two of them looked at each other, slightly breathless, and Sora did his best to memorize the way Kairi's eyes sparkled and her lips shined, the way her blush was strong enough to spread down to her neck and chest. He made an attempt to explain himself to her, but the smile that spread on her face said it all.

She understood wordlessly.

With a smile as wide as hers, Sora gently cupped Kairi's cheeks in his hands, goosebumps spreading over his arms as he felt her lean into his touch, and he slowly, chastely met her lips for a last sweet kiss.

A promise.

He would shower her with love once this was over, but right now, he had a mission. They had a mission, and if they succeeded, they could built any future they dreamed of together.

Kairi leaned her head against his shoulder as Sora hugged her and held her tightly. He buried his nose into her hair and took a deep breath.

“You're the light of my life.”

He heard a tiny snort and then Kairi's shoulders started to shake as she was trying to suppress her giggling. She failed tremendously.

“Seriously, Sora? Can you become more mushy?”

“I mean, it's the truth!” Sora replied with a grin, barely concealing his own chuckles, and his laughter only grew harder as Kairi shoved him off of the brick wall.

Slowly calming down, Sora stepped up to the low wall across from them and looked back at the rising sun. He felt Kairi interlace their fingertips and rest her head against his shoulder as they stared together in silence. It didn't take too long for another presence to make itself known to Sora. He turned his head to his right. Riku had shown up, a soft smile on his lips as he regarded his two life long friends. Sora returned his smile and extended his free hand towards him. Riku reached out and slipped his hand into Sora's as he came to stand beside him and joined them in watching the sun rise.

No matter what was going to happen, together, they were ready for the fight.

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Misfits Chapter 2 Rough Draft

Art of Oria and Eska, the two heroines from my story Misfits, done by @cherryvunilla Vunilla on deviantart. See the original post here.

Once again I want to point out that this is an extremely rough draft. Much has changed and some scenes don’t even exist anymore. This is the last chapter I wrote the first time I tried to write this story and it’s unfinished too. I’ve since rewritten it from scratch. However, I wanted to share it anyway in case it sparks anybody’s interest and gets them interested in this tale that I’m trying to tell. Enjoy!

Synopsis | Chapter One

Oria awoke to a maid opening her blinds. The light from the street lights flowed in and lit the room a warm yellow.

Oria sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with one hand.

"Good morning miss. I've laid out a clean outfit for you," she said gesturing to the end of the bed.

A very fancy dress, much like the one Isbeil had worn the day before laid before her. It was white however and did not have a high stiff collar. Oria felt the fabric in her hands. It was so soft.

The maid helped Oria slip into the dress with ease and she put on a pair of white silk dress shoes.

"We're washing the clothes you came in now."

Oria looked in the mirror and tied her hair to one side with a bow. She was amazed at how pretty she felt.

The maid led her to the dining room. As the approached she could hear Isbeil and Abhi speaking in in a tongue that she did not understand but recognized as Hindi.

As she entered the room she saw them sitting at a long dinning table. Abhi sat at the head of the table and Isbeil on his right hand side.

"Ah, good morning Oria," Abhi greeted.

"Good Morning," Oria greated.

Oria moved to the seat across from Isbeil and lifted her dress, careful not to sit on her bustle, as she sat.

"This is a nice spread," Oria said eyeing the spread out in front, "I don't recognize any of these fruits though."

"Try these, they taste like strawberries," Abhi said passing a tray of small orangy green fruits to her.

"He's always going on about strawberries," Isbeil said as Oria accepted a few, "I think the reason he's most excited about us having contact with earth again, is that he'll be able to have all the foods that he grew up with.

"Hush, you have no idea what you're missing dear. Tell her Oria."

"Yeah, they're pretty delicious," Oria smiled endearingly.

Eska entered the room wearing a dress shirt, dress pants and a pair of brown boots.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," Isbeil said.

"Only because I get to see your face," Eska winked and plunked herself in the seat beside Isbeil.

"Flatterer."

"So Oria," Abhi began, "Now that we've all had some rest, tell me, what has happened on earth since we severed contact?"

"Um well... it was 100 years ago during the second world war, right?"

"Right."

"When exactly did you loose contact?"

"Right after they dropped them bomb on Hiroshima."

"Okay, well, they dropped another one before the war was over. The allied forces won. There's no longer a royal line in Japan. They're a democracy now. Germany had it's army taken away for a while.

"A couple years later there was the cold war between the U.S and Russia. Everyone was afraid they'd nuke each other that the sky would be fill up with ash and dust. That never happened though.

"Um, when I was 7 terrorists crashed two planes into the world trade center towers. A bunch of people died and they had to evacuate New York for a while. Then they sent a bunch of troops to the middle east and they're still fighting those wars unfortunately.

"Other than that, cars have gotten faster, we put a man on the moon, a rover on mars and I think we even have a satelite outside of the solar system too.

"Um... what else...? I think I'm blanking now sorry. Oh, and global warming! The atmosphere is warming up because of all the carbon emissions from cars and power plants and stuff. It's effecting the enviroment and all these different species are just dying off. There have been heat waves that kill tons of people, I think there was a sea that dried up too and it's putting a hole in the ozone layer."

"That's insane. How is that possible? How do people allow that to continure?" Isbeil exclaimed.

"I- I guess people are just too comfortable to care, or at least do anything about it," Oria replied.

"I see that things still haven't calmed down," Abhi cut in, "Humanity has always been a passionate and fearsome race. Thank you dear for enlightening us. It was all very fascinating. Sometimes it doesn't feel like I've been away for that long at all, " he reminisced, "But so much has happened on both sides. Having you here is like having a little piece of home."

Oria's heart warmed a little.

"Thank you. I'm glad."

"Now my dear, would you tell us more of the reason why you're here."

Oria took a deep breath.

"It's my mother," she began, "She has terminal lung cancer. The doctor has given her little more than a year to live."

"That's quite serious," Abhi said solemnly.

Oria nodded and leaned forward.

"But Eska's Uncle tells me that it's possible to cure her. It's just-"

"The problem of getting her here," Abhi finished for her.

"Yes, and I thought, since you were originally from earth, maybe you would have some experience with these kinds of things. That maybe you could help me."

Oria was speaking so fast but stopped when Abhi put his hand up and took hers.

"Oria, I will help you in anyway I can," he said sincerely.

Oria smiled.

"Thank you," she said with gratitude.

He let go of her hand.

"We'll need to go to immigrations in the home world. Yours is a speccial case so I think things will go well. However, I don't want you to get your homes up too high. Home world is very by the book. We'll need very good lawyers to get you through the loop holes."

"Lawyers?" Oria asked.

"Oh yes, we're going to have to go through many court cases and get on the good side of many of politicians. Lucky for you I've already got that covered," he winked.

They finished breakfast and then prepared to depart. Isbeil helped Oria pick out a decorative sun hat, that had sashed that came down the side and tied under her chin, and a pair of white satin gloves that went up past her elbows. She also gave her a small coin purse which Oria put her phone, I.D, and some of her makeup in.

As Isbeil helped her accessorize they smiled and laughed and joked. Isbeil kept telling her how pretty she was and how much the clothes suited her. Oria felt really relaxed around her. Like they had been friends for years. But she guessed she was just on of those kinds of people.

When they got outside a carriage was waiting there. Eska was wearing a long trench coat that she left open. To her right Abhi looked very dapper in knee high boots and a long dark coat. He held the door open while the girls entered and followed them in. He signalled to the driver and they were on their way.

They drove slowly down the hill. At the bottom, rather than turning left or right, they did a 180 and turned into a small tunnel that Oria had not noticed the day before. Lanterns hung at the sides. THey lit the place up with yellow flickering light.

They were in the tunnel for no more than a minute when it let out into another part of the portal world. The houses there were still nice. Women of lower status walked the streets selling flowers, bread, milk and other goods.

They made their way down the street at a decent pace. Eventually they turned and began makinf their way to the closest wall of the cavern. Finally they made it to a slightly larger cave.

This one was lined with nicer, more advance lights. Oria didn't recognize the make but they almost looked fluorescent.

The tunnel was also lined with video frames that showed many sorts of ads for products that were unrecognizable and alien to her. As they moved down the tunnel suddenly the road was glassy looking and lit a pale green. It was transparent and showed lit blue wires like a microchip. It reminded her of Tron.

Soon the tunnel began to brighten as the pale glow of sunlight began to mix with the florescent lighting. Soon they exited the tunnel and Oria practically cried out when they were left hanging in mid air. However they did not fall and continued to hover as the carriage moved forward. Oria looked out the window at the wheels and saw that the air glowed green below them. She soon realized that the road was not gone but had just become transparent. She could tell it was still their by the slight sheen of light bouncing off of it.

She looked down and saw a grand city looming far below them. It was silver and white and far more advanced than any she had seen on earth. Vehicles flew through the air and more vehicles lined transparent roads below her.

"Amazing," she breathed, too awestruck to say more.

Eska smiled over at her and Isbeil smirked.

They descended downwards slightly and soon came upon a moving platform. It took them down past the top of the highest buildings and soon Oria could measure their height in the amount of floors they went down. She counted 80 under her breath and still they were so high up in the sky. The buildings were enormous and impossibly wide to boot.

When they got off the moving platform they exited the carriage and got on to one of the flying vehicles that was waiting for them there. They took off into the sky and Oria white knuckled the seat.

She had flown once before in the helicopter that had taken her to the Toronto hospital after one bad self injury session she had when she was younger. She still remembered how her cheek stung and the pain in her mothers eyes after they had stitched her up and stabilized her. She had never done it again.

Soon the landed on a platform in front of the tallest building in the city. It was attached 10 stories down from the top of the building.

"This is where the council is," Isbeil began, "Immigrations is located here too a few floors down."

They stepped out of the vehicle onto the shiny white floor. It pulsed bright like where her feet applied pressure. She almost felt like she was in heaven.

They walked towards the building though the beautiful park and garden that surrounded them. There was a sitting area and a fountain and even a playground that had been taken over by small children from races she had yet to know.

The walked through large grand glass like doors that needn't part but one could simply phase through. The technological advancements stunned Oria. She hadn't the words to describe the complete awe she was feeling.

The room that they were in had a high ceiling like a stadium and many booths lined that walls that could be reached by more floating platforms. A long line trailed from a large reception desk at the front of the room.

They walked past all this and reached a grand staircase in the center of the room. The descended and walked down a long hallway along the side of the building that was lined with a large window that spanned the length of it. At the end they reached an elevator that spanned the length of a full room. They went down 20 floors and exited into a smaller but no less grand room than the one before.

They were greeted by a woman in full business attire there.

"Welcome Sir Rana. What can I help you with today?"

"Immigrations business," he replied, "I'd like to speak with Vito if at all possible."

"Certainly Sir, right this way," she lead them down a hallway and spoke on an ear piece as she did.

"He's just finishing a meeting right now, he'll be with you shortly," she said as they approached their destination, a small waiting room.

"If you would please take a seat," she said gesturing to the couches and coffee table.

"Thank you," Abhi said.

She bowed slightly. She left for a minute and returned with a tray of tea. She place tea cups and saucers down in front of them all. She served them all tea and bowed again before leaving.

They waited no more than five minutes before Vito entered the room with his personal assistant. They were both the same kind of humanoid creature as Jules and the woman in the painting back at the mansion.

Abhi and Isbeil rose so Oria did too. Slowly Eska did as well. It was apparent that she didn't care for the mannerisms of the high class.

"Good to see you again friend," Vito said as he shook Abhi's hand.

"And it's good to see you."

Isbeil stepped forward.

"Hello Vito," she said grasping his hand, "These are my friends Eska and Oria," she gestured to the pair.

"Nice to meet you both," he nodded first shaking Eska's hand and then Oria's.

"So Abhi, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Vito asked. "It's a matter of great import," he replied.

And that’s all I wrote of Chapter 2! I hope you enjoyed. Here are some bits that I had on the end of the file that I wrote down that happen later in the story.

About him paying a lot to fast track her case- "My dear, I have so much money, I don't know what to do with it all." (When she thanks him)

"This is my idiot brother" "Is that any way to treat your older brother?" "By five minutes." "And I'll never let you forget it!" "Isn't that my line?

"These are my best friends," Oria said showing her a picture on her phone, "Jamal, Peter and Nina. I go to school with Jamal and Nina, and I met Peter at ballet lessons when we were little.

“Who’s that?” Eska asked as she scrolled past a picture of her ex.

“Oh- that’s Hwan.”

Eska seemed to notice the briskness of her answer and side-glanced at her as she continued to go through pictures.

“And these are my three little cousins Cara, Steebeth and Vea.”

“Aw they’re adorable little runts.”

Oria chuckled.

"Tell me something that I don't know about you" "I sang in a choir when I was a child." "Really? I can't see you doing that" "I'm full of surprises" "Sing me something," Oria requested. Eska tucked a strand of hair behind Oria's ear. "Are you going to Scarborough FairParsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine....."

Scarborough Fair is just a placeholder song until I can think of some lyrics of my own.

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the-firebird69 · 3 years

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and we see he says this all the tiime. and we say he is not yours not to be your prisoner andyour out of line with us and your own. and you resond as if you are in control. are not. and tons wanthim dead and you say mental health if not him then mac and then who. and he said alright alright..a.nd oh ok. and them. we are at the mental health folk now and hospitals.. we hate them badly need the intel. and she has it going now and at mass general qe entred ring on they say she is mentally ill want her in adn shutter isle fills. she is out now hits.sends in numbers and men too takes them out...fiinds out how finally we know who he sits makingfun ofa ll like a queen. is rattedon but poorly. noww esay it of course. Olympus this rolls yes. and the war starts. tons are in the hopsitals anyways. justin says he needs it. we do too. and him out and hit alll who refuse. all. we use this moment to target thrym as well yes. and others who pop up to supposedly suppor tus and our action. we see them lineup for the bronx tale one of the bikes of the two there in la this am from Tron. and it is rehabbed back to Hand of God by mac daddy. and up shortly, and he will ride and hit his own, and blame bja no bja will take it upon himself to clean up LA. hittnig his own hardware no hits macs and posessed peoples robot brains, and brains were discovre in a safe hiding place and macs house yes. he is u nder arrest shortly for it. Thor Freya and yes he is the pyramid man sorta and gets paid for his trouble yes. she and he no but lots were taken for the shooting attempt. bodies used.

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taiblogcomics · 3 years

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A Finale Ravaged By Its Writing

Hey there, toothbrush bristles. Well, we're finally here (performing for you). We're on the final issue of The Ravagers. Don't worry, we'll still have plenty of Teen Titans to go when we get back to it. But this little diversion has been nice~

Here's our last cover:

Honestly, for the last cover, this isn't that much. Why did we use the foldout cover for issue 11? It's not as cool, either. Zombie clones are always cooler than a big white light. Just for reference. Additionally, these characters aren't portrayed all that accurately. This Tron bodysuit Ridge is wearing is almost as bad as his polo shirt. Terra doesn't wear weird tubes in her hair. And Caitlin Fairchild (or "Power Daphne", as one reader described her) has a lot more exposed skin than this cover will lead you to believe. Also, something's up with Beast Boy. He looks way more like David Bowie than I think they intended. It's that "high forehead, shirtless rockstar" vibe, you get what I mean? He even looks like he's playing air guitar~

We open in the middle of the fight with Deathstroke, and I stand corrected about Terra's hair tubes. But there's not as many and they aren't purple, and I swear I don't remember them from any previous issue, so I stand by it. In the first few panels, Deathstroke dispatches Thunder and Lightning (in that order, no less) with his magic melty knife. He goes for Beast Boy next, and any of that lingering idea of whether Terra would be secretly evil is firmly defenestrated as she jumps in and takes the blow, melting right in front of BB.

Naturally, this causes Beast Boy to flip the fuck out and turn into a werewolf. He starts tearing into Deathstroke, and actually gets enough good hits to tear his mask off. Deathstroke's actually impressed, since everyone else has died like a chump. While they fight, BB goes from werewolf to Triceratops. Unfortunately, he ends up hitting a support beam and collapsing the building on himself. Deathstroke's actually a little disappointed--especially since not getting to kill him himself will come out of his bonus. But Beast Boy's out of it now, and he moves on.

We move on, too, over to where Caitlin Fairchild is confronting Rose Wilson about last issue's revelations. And while Fairchild demands answers, Rose just taunts her. As the two of them fight, the various tubes start breaking open from their brawl, and the Fairchild clones start shambling out and joining the fight. See, this is why last issue's cover should've been this one's. Deathstroke happens upon this odd scene, and casually stabs his daughter with the magic melty knife. And then he just kind of watches Fairchild wail on her various clones until they're all dead. Yeah, you don't want to get in the middle of someone working out their issues like that~

Once she's exhausted and all the clones are dead, Deathstroke approaches and explains the truth. Our Fairchild is also a clone. Rose was right. Deathstroke killed the real Fairchild over in the pages of Team 7, a book that was so uninteresting, I didn't even remember it existed until now. Anyway, in that book, the original Fairchild killed her own father, who also happened to be besties with Slade. And even though he killed that Fairchild, he's still mad about it and takes it out on this one too. And so the last of our protagonists is melty-stabbed. All in all, today's been a bit of a bummer, hasn't it?

And so, the reveal. Deathstroke returns to Harvest, and gives him back the magic melty knife. "Magic" hasn't just been me being facetious, it's literally a magical artifact called the Abbo Blade. Does it play "Dancing Queen", too? Harvest says it’s actually future tech, but neither we nor Deathstroke cares. But anyways, what it has been doing hasn't been melting anybody... but teleporting them. It just does so in a weirdly painful and graphic manner. Typical for Harvest.

But yes, everybody he killed with it isn't actually dead. They've been returned to Harvest's lair here to undergo reprogramming and become Ravagers once again. Even Niles Caulder, apparently. Deathstroke takes his payment: his daughter, and one other Ravager. He opts to take Terra, figuring she'll be compliant with Beast Boy dead. Let's not get into the creepiness of him being paid in teen girls, and instead just end the comic with Raven finding Beast Boy's not-so-dead body to lead into Teen Titans.

Welp! That’s the end of that, eh? So this entire miniseries... has all been pointless. The book literally ends with everyone back in the bad guy’s clutches, ready for reprogramming. It was all a waste of time. Twelve issues and a 0 issue to accomplish, what? Angst for Beast Boy? And while I would also have complained about a “kill ‘em all” ending, I almost think that might’ve been better in this case. At least they’d be spared more hanging around with Harvest~

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Just An Echo: Chapter 2

Life on the streets was always hard for Echo but adding superheros, spy's, gangs and stones from outer space really put the cherry on top. After stealing from a group of superheros they're hot on her trail and when she witnesses the unusual death of a SHIELD agent it seems like everyone is out to get her. Little do they know Echo has the abnormal ability to shape shift into any living thing shes seen making it quite easy for her to blend in. Unfortunately any chance of her hiding goes out the window when a mysterious stone chooses to be stuck to her wrist. Echo try's her best to outrun the law and her past but how far will she take it until she fades completely and becomes just an Echo?

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The Men In Black

I sit huddled in my sleeping bag as the sun rise shines through the open windows of the warehouse. It wouldn't surprise that I got no sleep last, every time I would close my eyes I would see the gang members firing their weapons and the two cold bodies left on the ground. It also didn't help that I had a really bright night light stuck to my wrist. I look down at the stone, several tiny scratches surround it where I tried to pull it off but obviously failed. Whatever this thing was I wanted no part of it and if SHIELD and gangs are after it, that makes me even more ready to get rid of it. I throw on my soft leather jacket over my black hoodie along with leather gloves trying to hide the stone’s bright glow. Grabbing a small stack of cash I head out making extra sure I'm not being followed when I slip out of the warehouse.

My feet almost instinctively carry me towards the library but as I much as I want information, looking for it out in the open is too risky. I pass by my favorite cafe and peer in every window looking for Barnes or his buddies but thankfully come up empty handed. At first I totally wanted to give Barnes his ID card back and be on my merry way but after finding his information on a SHIELD link I know they're connected somehow. The last thing I need is some SHIELD agent finding out I have what killed their guy stuck to my arm. Then I'd be the number one suspect and would probably be on a dissection table for the rest of my life. I shudder at the thought, I want to get this thing off me but not so desperately that I'm going to turn myself in. I stumble upon just what I need a drugstore named Delmar's Deli-Grocery.

A small bell above the door jingles when I come in causing the two men behind the counter to look at me strangely. I can't say I blame them, bruises cover my neck from the gang leader almost crushing my windpipe, I have curly, teal hair that hangs at my chin and I look like one of those 'bad kids' with my leather jacket and gloves. Though, I can't say I'm a good kid either. I give them both a small smile before ducking in one of the aisles scanning the racks for bandages. Thankfully I seem to be the only customer in the store when the stone starts glowing through the leather gloves. I stand on my tiptoes peering over the racks before ripping off the glove and hitting the stone with it trying to get it to stop glowing but also making sure not to touch it. It seems to read my mind and dims enough to not shine through the gloves. I grab three packs of wrap bandages, a screwdriver, a box of matches and some nine volt batteries. I would steal all this stuff easy but little shops like these need this money to keep going and with my expert skills I can afford to buy a few little thing. Don't think I'm going soft though, I just relate first hand having to rely on everything you can get. The bell rings again telling me someone else is here, I look through the gaps in the shelves to see a boy around my age talking to the man behind the counter. I could wait it out, pretend I'm back here shopping for toothbrushes or something but I don't want to stay in this little shop with no way to escape. As soon as I think that I glance out the window and see a black car with dark tinted windows parked across the street.

I've seen enough superhero movies to know those are the bad guys and their here for me. The boy clears the counter walking off to the side to pet the cat sleeping in the sun and I take my chance. I try to calmly walk to the counter but it comes off more like that awkward jog you do when a car lets you cross the street. I spread my thing on the counter mentally counting them to make sure I have everything. I look back up at the man who's watching me curiously but takes my things anyways and scans them slowly not breaking eye contact. I nervously tap my fingers on the counter and look back getting another glimpse of the mysterious car. The boy next to me is studying me carefully and I try not noticing as the man scans my final item bagging them up.

"Uh your total is 21.42." He says in a slight spanish accent. I dig around in my jacket pocket pulling out a 20 and a 5, sliding it to him without taking my eyes off the car. The man looks to the kid next to me raising an eyebrow but the boy just shrugs taking his sandwich from the other employee.

"Here your change ma'am." I take the money and slip it in my leather jacket quickly gathering up my bag. "You alright sweetie?" He asks and I pause when I realize he's talking to me. "Yeah, just uh, running through mom's grocery list." I give him a weak smile before turning around headed for the door, still watching the black car.

"Wait!" the boy calls out and I spin around just in time to headbutt him. His sandwich goes flying and my stuff rolls out of my bag in every direction. I sit up holding my head as his face comes into view revealing none other than Peter Parker. He seems unaffected and reaches his hand out to help me up but I jump up without him and begin putting my stuff back in my bag. Behind the counter both men seem to cough to try and hide a laugh. Looking up I see the boys face is bright red as he helps me gather my things.

"Hey I remember you from the library!" He grins but I just sigh taking the batteries and screwdriver from him. He frowns still watching me and sticks his hand out holding my crumpled receipt.

"You forgot this." he peeps shoving the paper into my hands.

"Oh uh thanks, what would I do without it." This time the men behind the counter no make no attempt to hide it, they bust out laugh making Peter's face turn red once again.

"P-peter Parker in case you want to run into me again later." I can't help but smirk at his play on words, placing the receipt in my bag. "And you are?" he asks waiting for an answer.

"Going to be late, see you around." I throw him a small wave before heading out the door walking as fast as I can away from the car and Peter. Once out of view of the shop I race down an abandoned alley glancing back half expecting the car to be driving up behind me. I'm almost to the other end of the alley which spits me out on 24th street, that would take at least ten minutes to get through, plus traffic. I lean against the alley wall checking down the street for the black car but it's just the usual yellow taxis. I breathe a sigh of relief but its short lived when I glance in the mirror set up against the wall opposite of me and see the black car slowly making its way towards me, it's passenger window down. My eyes dart around the alley and land on a beaten up refrigerator box. I peer inside to see old wet newspapers and what looks like part of a tire. Holding my nose I jump inside closing what's left of the flap over my head. I try to steady my breathing as the car pulls up to the alley.

"Happy!" I turn my head and spot Peter through one of the holes in the box. Does this kid just shout his emotions?

"What are you doing here kid?" The man in the driver's seat asks though his face is blocked by the car door. Peter rubs the back of his neck looking behind the dumpster next to me.

"Just uh looking for someone...wait what are you doing here?"

"You got the letter, no?"

"The letter, oh yeah that- yeah I got it." He seems distracted looking behind the car and up in the fire escapes.

"Did you read it?" The man grumbles getting annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah about the mission. Don't worry about it Happy I got that under control. I can handle it." A few moments of silence goes by before Happy sighs rolling down the back window.

"You got this one huh?" Another man speaks up from the back seat making peters eyes go wide.

"Uh-sure I-I mean yes. I can definitely handle this Mr.Stark no need to worry. Captain will get his money. No problem."

Peter and Stark exchange few words that I can't hear over the engine of the car before Stark hands him a small USB and the car peels away. Peter turns away from the street stuffing the USB in his backpack pocket before shooting webs and sticking the bag to the dumpster. I have to cover my mouth to hide my gasp as he also pulls out the red and blue of the spiderman suit. He looks around the alley one more time before taking of his shirt and jeans I look through the other holes seeing if anyone's watching. Who the hell changes clothes in the middle of an alleyway? When I look back to Peter he's suited up and pulling on his mask. He looks down at his hands moving his finger and I can see certain wires in the suit glow before he shoots his webs and swings off. I sit in the box for a couple more minutes to make sure he's gone before poking my head out eyeing Peters backpack. I hop out, shaking off all the wet newspapers stuck to me then wander over to Peter's backpack trying to cut through the sticky webbing. Its like strange elastic and the more I try to cut it the more it sticks to my hands. I pull out my screwdriver nailing away at the webbing, this seems to do the trick. After a couple more minutes of smacking it with the tool the bag falls to the ground. I unzip the pocket and dig around through gummy snacks and glass vials finally finding the USB. It a weird neon blue and looks like it fell out of a Tron movie. I zip back up his backpack and try and stick it back on the dumpster but fail. I feel kinda bad leaving it here knowing a thief will walk by and pick it up. Oh well, not my problem anymore.

I stroll down the street just watching the people go by, usually I would be center of the crowd taking in all the cash but with people looking for me it's too risky to even take a chance of getting caught. I flip the USB around in my pocket as I walk thinking about what could possibly be on it. Maybe what I have, a decoder, a suit upgrade or more details on the mission I won't know unless I plug into a computer. Going back to the library is my worst option right now since Peter has already seen me there but there is one other place. I have the mindset of rely-on-no-one-but-yourself which is typical of anyone on the streets but this time if I wanted information I would have to get some help. My nerves are going crazy every leaf blowing down the street makes me jump and every trash bag blowing in the wind sounds like breathing as I fly up the stairs of the homeless shelter taking them two steps at a time. Once inside I scan the room seeing no one familiar and especially no superheros. I walk up to the reception desk and looking behind it there's a man spinning in the chair.

"May I help you?" He says in an odd accent I can't pinpoint. He looks about 30 and is wearing a red beanie that goes down to his eyebrows along with jeans a blue sweater.

"Can I have a computer?"

The man fiddles with the lamp on the desk before answering. "Once the boss gets back yes you may have a computer."

"Um how long will they be?"

"Oh um..." The man looks around the room for any hints, "A long time." He gives me an unconvincing smile and turns away rearranging files on the cart behind him.

"I need a computer." I say trying to get him to turn back around. Something about this guy isn't right and I'm determined to find out what.

"Well they do seem to be taking their time.” He sighs reaching under the desk and handing me the key to the computer room . “Here you go, have fun!" He chimes, I look around making sure no one sees as I walk off without paying, maybe this guy isn't so bad. This shelter wasn't so bad and it might be nice to actually have a heater and a bed and a home. Of course to have luxuries you have to have sacrifices, living on the streets you’re your own boss and in here there are rules. I've never been much for rules and would rather be free living on the streets then in paradise living in a cell. I shake the thoughts away and focus on the task at hand, stalking spiderman. Pulling up a chair I search all I can about spiderman, last sightings possible motives and even some identity theories. One page catches my eye showing Iron Man and spiderman working together, of course. One link lead to another and I find myself on more SHIELD websites about the battle of New York and SHIELD working with the Avengers along with Tony Stark Industries. The Sokovia Accords also pop up showing parts of the Avengers turning on each other and Captain America now a wanted fugitive by order of Tony Stark.

So Tony Stark is sending Peter, aka spiderman, to catch me to give the money back to Cap, who is friends with Barnes who is part a of SHIELD who is looking for this stone that is now stuck to my wrist. All the pieces fit perfectly even though I wish they didn't, now freaking superheroes are after me along with huge spy corporation, why did I have to pickpocket a super soldier? I glance back to the man at the counter who is now trying to work the typewriter, is no one going to tell him it's just a decoration? I roll my eyes, I've got bigger problems than a wacky receptionist. I slip Peters USB out of my pocket and plug it into the computer, slipping a pizza brochure over it to hide it. The screen flashes as the drive is uploaded and a video matrix plays on the screen, it shows a 3D computer model of the spider man suit. I move the mouse around, I can see the coding for each type of web he shoots along with all the different settings including the AI and tracking. I click on the tracker and it shows the map of New York before slowly zooming in to the alley outside an apartment complex. For hours I explore more of the drive finding what he's seen and where he was, is that kinda creepy? Yeah, totally but when he's out to get you, knowing the places he frequents is some pretty good info to have. I glance up to see a man with short brown hair sipping a smoothie while studying me. I get a strange feeling that something isn't right and underneath my glove the stone starts to glow. I continue sneaking glances at him from the side and he watches me right back studying me with accuracy, like I was some new alien species. I slowly pull out the USB taking the pizza brochure with it and throwing them both in my plastic bag. I start shutting down the computer and grab my bag. I peek at him again and he’s watching my bag with interest. This can't be a coincidence, this guy look way too nice to be homeless his clothes aren't dirty, his face isn't smudged with dirt and he's wearing a fancy black sweater. I stop by the front desk handing him the code and glancing back at the man who is watching me curiously.

"I'm sorry to say but we seem to have, oh what do they say, gotten off on the wrong foot." He smiles at me carefully placing the code into the desk drawer. "I have a feeling I might be here for awhile and you seem to fit in nicely. I wouldn't want to disrupt any chance at comfortability you may have in the shelter." I look at him surprised, this guys sounds like a talking PhD and he definitely doesn't belong in a homeless shelter.

"Oh uh, ok cool" I grab a mint from the bowl and pop it in my mouth.

"My name is Mr. uh...Jarvis but you can Call me Mr. J"

"Lucy" I lie pointing to myself "I guess I'll see you around then."

"Ah yes, I do hope to see you around." He gives another awkward smile, it may even seem like thats the first times he's ever done it. I walk out into the brisk cold pulling up my hood to block the wind as I head down the street back home. Even in this cold I take the longer way just to avoid the alley where it happened. I feel a little shock on my wrist and pull up the glove to reveal the stone glowing brighter and brighter by the second. I glance around looking for the gang but I seem to be alone in street. A grunt from a few alley down proves me wrong, this time I know better than to check it out I turn around and speed walk as fast as I can the other direction. I see nothing when I glimpse behind me and slow my pace a little gripping my bag tighter. Again I hear someone let out a cry closer this time. Before I know it I'm running down the street, the wind biting my cheeks as I try to get away from whatever's there. My hopes rise as I turn onto my street and can see the bottle factory at the end. I'm booking it down the road jumping over puddles and curbs holding the bag tightly. Whatever it was seems to have taken a shortcut and I see a metal garbage can fly out of one of the alleys ahead of me. I freeze in my tracks as I hear voices coming from the alley, no, no not again. It's like my feet are stuck to the ground as the yelling gets louder and closer to the street. I look beyond the alley and see my building, its never looked so cozy.

My heartbeat races as I try to decide what to do, do I shapeshift? No these building are filled with people someone could see me. Getting out of here sounds great but where would I go? The factory is my safe place and wandering around the city I night, I don't have a death wish. Running for it seems like the worst idea ever but it's the only good idea I've got and I'm running out of time. I take a big breath and start sprinting down the street on the opposite side trying to distance myself from the alley. I hear lots of banging and more yelling but I keep going, keeping my eye on the prize. Out of nowhere something gets thrown from the alley and I have to jump back to avoid it. I look at the now busted wall to see a man with what looks like big batteries on his arms. He stumbles onto his feet holding up his arms, the machines on them shake with electricity. I back up slowly and jump when he turns to look at me.

"Who the hell are you?" He asks his voice croaky which matches his sunken and tired eyes.

"I was about to-to ask you the same question?" I stutter while walking backwards giving the guy all the space he needs and more. He opens his mouth to speak but gets a face full of web sending him flying backwards. I stop walking and watch him struggle to get the web off, especially with his little electric sleeves. Another web comes from behind me and pins the man's hand on the wall behind him. I spin around to see spiderman with his hands on his hips, he starts walking towards me and I back up waiting for him to web me up as well. Instead he walks right past me leaning down to switch off the man batteries and adding extra web to his hand and feet. I try to slip past him unnoticed but he catches me before I can duck away.

"Have any paper?" He asks not taking his eyes of the criminal. I dig around in my bag handing him the crumpled receipt. He pulls a marker out of one of the pockets scribbling something on the recipert before sticking to the man's face with more wbes. He dusts off his hands and stand back up turning to face me. When he sees me his whole body tenses up. "W-what are you doing out here?" He squeaks.

"Uh just walking home." I speed walk away but so does he trying to stay next to me.

"All alone? In the middle of the night? Seems kinda dangerous." He questions looking in the alley as we pass.

"I just got off work late, no big deal. I'll be fine."

"I'll walk you home...just in case."

"No really it's fine, I just live a few streets over." I turn into a random alley hoping to lose him but he hops over a couple dunsters and lands next to me.

"As your friendly neighborhood Spiderman it's my duty to make sure every citizen is safe."

"Well you can check me off your list cause I'm fine." I start darting across alleys hoping to lose him but he's persistent His shoulder sag a bit as I turn in front of a random apartment complex. "See home safe, congrats you'll be able to sleep soundly again." He chuckles putting his hands up in defense.

"Alright, alright. Will I see you around, soon?" His voice almost sounds hopeful but I just shrug my shoulders.

"Well I hope so." His mask moves and under I think he's smiling. "Bye uh..."

"Emily."

"Cool, bye Emily" He gives me a short wave before swinging away. I sigh turning away from the apartment doors as I begin retracing my steps back to the factory. I slip in the hole and practically sleep walk up to bed, throwing myself down on the metal shafters. I wiggle into my sleeping bag ready to hopefully catch some sleep tonight but no. The stone decides to light it up like it's freaking Christmas. I grumble pulling off the useless glove and studying the little pebble.

"Is there an off switch on this thing?" I say aloud poking it with the other gloved fingers. I look around to see only sleeping pigeons and a few old crates, I look back to the stone and pull off my other glove. My bare finger is only a couple inches away from the stone but I pull back. Can it suck my ghost into it if it's attached to my wrist already? I sit for awhile watching the stone glow brighter, its light filling up the factory.

I think back to the poor agent in the alley, I could've saved him. He would have survived if it wasn't for this thing, the angrier I get the brighter it glows. I go through the bag pulling out all my supplies. Taking a deep breath I roll up my sleeve exposing the stone completely. With the screwdriver in hand I slowly poke the stone then duck behind one of the metal beams expecting it to explode. Thankfully it doesn't, I do it again this time harder but still nothing. I'm beginning to get annoyed, I start jabbing at the stone, sometimes missing and cutting myself. I stab it hard enough it should break into a million pieces but instead it burns the screwdriver down to the handle. Maybe that would have been really cool, if it wasn't stuck to my wrist. Looking down I notice the big cuts surrounding the stone and the blood that has spilled onto my sleeping bag.

"I have to get it off," I remind myself grabbing the box of matches. "Whatever it takes."

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hereissomestuffiwrote · 4 years

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2020 Hyundai Elantra

Rental cars are so great- it’s like getting to sidestep your daily driver for a car mistress, or car gigolo. Not that I have any desire to do such a thing, as I’m in a perfectly healthy relationship with an older Volkswagen. But she needed a few days off, and with this virus business I didn’t wanna Uber, so a rental it would have to be. Wanting to save money to put towards the Jetta’s possible costly maintenance, I first checked Turo, which was crazy cheap, but all they had available were a bunch of 2012 Fiat 500s. Fun fact- when my Honda got stolen in 2012 I tried to rent a car from a company through my insurance- all they had available was a then brand new Fiat 500, but they couldn’t let me rent it they said, because it kept breaking down on them. Back in 2012. So no thanks on the same car eight year later. I moved on to Enterprise, and I decided to go with the lowest-priced deal possible, which promised a Mitsubishi Mirage or similar. I’m furloughed at the moment, so this thing would just have to get me home from and then back to my mechanic’s. I could deal with an economy car just for that.

The plan was to meet the rental agent at the repair shop where I was leaving my car, sign some stuff, and then take off in the Mirage or similar. Wanting to socially isolate as much as possible, I decided to wait in my car until the rental agent and the employee who was driving them back to their office both showed up. First, I saw a brand new Hyundai Elantra with out of state plates and a barcode on the windshield pull into a spot. I figured that was the shuttle back, so I got out of my car, figuring my rental was right behind the Hyundai. And sure enough, moments later a Chevy Sonic pulled up. A Sonic is similar to a Mirage, right? I immediately noticed that the Sonic was absolutely filthy and kinda dented up, which, whatever, I’m renting from the bottom shelf, but also that the driver was an elderly man with no face mask. Huh. Well, okay. “Is that mine?” I cheerfully asked the man, who looked back at me completely bewildered. “No” he said gruffly, and then started taking some boxes out of his back seat. Oh man, should I have upgraded to Compact or Standard? Could Economy really be this bad? But just then- “Excuse me, sir?”, I heard from the direction of the Hyundai, “I’m with Enterprise! We have your car right over here!” It turns out they upgraded me two full vehicle classes- score! So the Elantra was mine, the rental agent’s shuttle was a Chrysler Pacifica that rolled up a few minutes later, and that dirty Sonic was a parts delivery guy. Oops.

Even though I have a perfectly valid credit card and a perfectly legitimate checking account, when I signed the Enterprise agent’s iPad iFelt like Preston in Blank Check pulling off one of his many bullshit “Mr. Macintosh” transactions. Like, handing over a piece of plastic and scribbling incoherently with my finger on a tablet screen = unlimited access to a brand new motor vehicle? Whaaaat? But it seriously was that easy! Plus, COVID-19 precautions meant my agent just straight up left the keys in the ignition with the car running- one less point of contagion. He was super nice though, and wiped down everything before leaving the car to me. Of course, I pretended that we were both criminals and he was cleaning his fingerprints off a getaway car before handing it over to me for disposal. I also kept thinking about the rental car scene in the awesome buddy-comedy My Fellow Americans in which a little Hyundai is used as a punchline-

Spoiler alert- things go really, really well with the Lexus-

Jesus, what was it with abusing rental cars in 80′s and 90′s comedies? The poor things got less than no respect.

Insane that twenty-four years later, the two brands really aren’t a whole lot different anymore. Side by side, my brand new Elantra and a Lexus IS don’t even look particularly dissimilar from one another, save for the latter one’s more pronounced gaping O face. Even with a more staid design, the Hyundai certainly doesn’t at all appear notably goofier or cheaper in comparison.

Once inside, the Elantra seemed like a nice enough place. I went to grab a CD out of the Jetta (Yes, like a grandpa I still listen to compact discs in the car, don’t judge) and then realized upon closer inspection that the Elantra didn’t even have a CD slot. Since I couldn’t understand the deal with the satellite radio- it seemed to me like the previous renter had only activated five stations, and they were all Catholic talk radio stations- I just defaulted to my favorite local FM channel. Whenever I’ve been given a rental car in the past, I compulsively have to see how loud the volume on the stereo will go before it starts hurting my ears. And I’m happy to report that the Elantra was capable of boosting “High” by The Cure to an acceptably window-shaking volume. With that important business out of the way, I could see what else was up with this car. It had a sportshift kinda gear box, I guess Hyundai’s is called SHIFTRONIC®.

I messed around with it, it seemed responsive. Downshifts really did slow the car considerably, and upshifts seemed to make it go faster, but I don’t know, my foot was also on the gas, so maybe it was just a placebo effect? Either way, I’m a big fan of manumatics- it’s always good to look down and see the little S and the plus/minus. It’s a welcome bonus touch, like when a deli sandwich comes with a pickle. Even if you’re never going to want or use that pickle, it’s just nice someone made the effort.

Next, I needed to push this “Drive Mode” button and see what that did. Sadly, hitting it did not cause toothpicks to dispense from the sun visor and “Nightcall” by Kavinsky to boom over the sound system, lame. But, instead, it pulled up this dope TRON-esque graphic of the Elantra on the touch screen-

I just love it when digital renderings of cars appear on their dash screens. Second only to visual equalizers, they’re my favorite completely unnecessary yet supremely cool thing that a display can offer me. The fun cartoon in the Elantra explained that I had the choice of three modes- Smart, Normal and Sport. The Catholic talk radio renter had been driving it in Normal, no surprise there. I was on the highway at this point, so I decided to get crazy and punch it into Sport. And believe it or not, it made a huge difference! I once drove a Mini Cooper S with a manual, and while Elantra Sport Mode certainly wasn’t that vivacious, it was much, much more fun than Elantra Normal or Elantra Smart. Okay, full disclosure- I didn’t even bother to check out Elantra Smart- I spent too many years driving a Prius to care to see what the “nerd setting” felt like- I can imagine vividly, thanks.

It wasn’t until I arrived home that I even bothered to see what the key situation was. Like I said, they were theoretically in it, as the engine was on, but not until pulling up near my house did I think to make sure that they were actually in the car. They were though, dangling from an ignition cylinder the way car keys are supposed to. I myself hate proximity fobs, push starts and such- they make me feel too disconnected. I have too many years of the muscle memory of my fingers gripping a physical car key, turning it, and feeling the vibration of the engine starting to ever get used to anything else. To me, that sensation also turns a key in my brain, and once that’s turned, it is like “Okay, we’re operating a car now, pay attention”. Without that ritual, I can’t focus on my driving quite the same way. I would imagine it would be similarly disorienting if suddenly all cigarettes just came magically lit right out of the pack, long time smokers would say “What the hell? I enjoy the act of flicking my Zippo, that’s part of the whole thing!” You know? Lucky for me, the Hyundai had keys-keys, albeit surprisingly budget looking ones-

My friend’s mom had a 2004 Elantra that he’d borrow and I’m fairly certain the keys for that thing looked almost identical. A quick Google search proved me right.

C’mon Hyundai! This thing was a two-thousand and twenty! And it wasn’t even the base model. Not even a switchblade? Or a buttons-built-into-the-top-of-the-key type deal? Nope. Key and separate fob, 1995 style. Oh well. Since I’m on furlough at the moment, I didn’t really have anywhere I needed to go, so I just left the Hyundai to sit until the Jetta was ready. When I got word that the VW was all put back together, I headed back into the countryside in the Elantra.

Enhance! It’s hard to tell, but that’s a genuine Passat W8 all-wheel-drive wagon in front of me.

When I got closer, I noticed that it was full of yard work equipment, and getting pretty beat looking. Sitting behind it at a red light, I noticed the two young guys in it were rocking out to music. It was warm out that day, so since we both had our windows down I could immediately recognize Kid Rock’s “Cowboy” slapping through the Passat’s Monsoon speakers. The two guys nodded along with it enthusiastically for a few moments before starting to laugh and changing tracks on either a mix CD or a Spotify playlist or whatever. Ohhhh, they were rocking out to it ironically. The plot thickened. If it was a mix CD, were they driving a borrowed car and laughing at someone’s taste, as my friends and I did when we commandeered a dad’s Lincoln LS and found “Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins deep within the trunk mounted CD changer? Or were they a couple of Gen Zs cycling archaeologically through a Woodstock ‘99 playlist on a streaming device of some sort? I’ll never know. Anyway, bawitda-back to my story about the Elantra. I had to put a bank-busting $3.12 worth of gas into it so that it would have a full tank before dumping the keys into my mechanic’s after hours slot and happily reclaiming the Jetta. Not that there was anything wrong with the Elantra- as has been stated endlessly elsewhere, it’s truly amazing how far Hyundai has come over the last twenty or so years. I guess the rental company wasn’t as enthusiastic about the little car’s innovations or maybe they were just used to them, as I got a call from my mechanic a few days later telling me it still hadn’t been picked up. I called the rental people who assured me they would be coming to grab it, they had just been busy. Since my mechanic has plenty of land, and since my credit card had stopped being charged, I left the situation at that. I’ve heard nothing further, so for all I know the car either got collected or it’s still just sitting out there in the fields, now in use as the nicest chicken coop in all of the Amish Country. If that’s the case, those chickens are in for a real treat! Hopefully they’ll have more luck figuring out the satellite radio than I did.

#hyundai #hyundai elantra #rental car #volkswagen #christine 1983 #stroszek #90s

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artsyneurotic · 7 years

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Tron Evolution: A Missed Opportunity

I was watching someone’s compilation of all the Tron Evolution story cutscenes last night (since I’ve never actually played the game myself), and boy, what a missed opportunity. I’m pretty disappointed that that’s the story idea they went with, honestly... I mean, okay, so you’re tasked with making a prequel game to Tron Legacy. So of course the requirement is to have the Clu betrayal scene in there, but literally everything else is throwaway or has no real impact on the overall story, especially a silent protagonist who doesn’t have any legacy (heh) of their own to contribute.

The biggest question I would’ve asked if I had been in the game’s development process is: why aren’t we playing as Tron? Why is this always a recurring theme in this franchise where the titular character is often the least explored (barring Uprising, thank god for that show)? If you want to care about the story, and you want to feel awesome in the process, what better way than playing as Tron?

Here, join me in my imagination for a moment for the alternate Tron Evolution storyline...

You play as Tron, hero of the Grid, who is tasked by Flynn to investigate a series of situations with renegade programs causing problems and derezzing innocent programs in Tron City. As you investigate this issue (and beat down bad guys in the process), you become aware of a greater veiled threat building in the background. Along the way, the player gets a better layered depiction of Tron as a character; does he mindlessly follow the orders of Flynn? Does he start questioning these things on his own? Do we finally get to see the kinds of feelings that Tron usually shuts other people out of? Do we see the well-disguised sparks of hatred building between Tron and Clu? Do we get to see Tron’s own feelings about the ISOs? About being seen as an idol by the average programs out there? Do we see the burgeoning fixation Clu has on Tron being a thorn in his side, yet weirdly fascinated at his abilities (as shown in Uprising)?

And then the final battle. Instead of having Clu’s betrayal be near the beginning of the game, it should’ve been the focal point at the end of it. We all know how this ends; we all know Legacy happens. To be Tron and to see him heroically tell Flynn to flee and then be set upon by an insurmountable enemy force... to really bring it home, it should be done in more the style of Uprising’s version of that moment where he is eventually overwhelmed. In terms of gameplay, this moment would be a lot like the final mission in Halo Reach; you know you can’t win, but you try anyway. Then you get the final cutscene of Clu finishing off Tron, with Adagio for Tron tearing at your heart, but there’s that ever-so-slight hope in Tron’s eyes just before the strike that this might not really be the end, that there’s still hope out there, somewhere. ... And then after the credits roll, we’re treated to a short final shot where a figure steps out of the Sea of Simulation, his white circuitry flaring and re-asserting itself. Cut to black.

Let me play that game. Let me finally get to experience Tron as a fleshed-out character, because unfortunately (or fortunately) for me, Uprising spoiled me and made me hope for more. They could’ve done that, had some great character development, akin to playing an Uncharted game and playing Nathan Drake; yes you technically control him, but his thoughts and feelings are still his own, and you’re ultimately just along for the narrative ride. Not to mention that playing as him could’ve given the player more of an emotional connection when revisiting Legacy and seeing all the Rinzler scenes and realizing what had happened before.

But instead, we got Evolution. :\

#tron #tron evolution #tron legacy #tron uprising #tron lives #oh what could have been #artsy rambles

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surveysonfleek · 6 years

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535.

5000 Questions Survey Pt. 30

2801. The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. But what was the question? idc. 2802. Suggest three new diary circles that you would find interesting: lol no thanks. 2803. Buttons or Knobs? knobs? idk what this is in reference to. 2804. What is a juggalo? those guys from insane clown posse, right? i could totally be wrong. 2805. Are you a fan of Crass? no.

2806. If you were going to write a short note to yourself and then put it away and read it in ten years, what would it say? i hope you ended up getting your shit together. 2807. When someone does something that is wrong do you believe that they know in their hearts that they are wrong but they push it down into their subconcious and rationalize away their guilt? yes and no. someone people genuinely don’t give a fuck. When have you done this (if you say never then you are doing it right now)? no. 2808. How can a person have sex with someone they don't love? they just... do? Have YOU ever? nope. 2809. What are the paradoxes in your head (that is when you believe two conflicting things to be true)? none. i do like reading up on paradoxes though. 2810. What does each set of two words suggest to you? pale gravity: no thanks. little mornings: spiritual machines: eccentric being: pray attention: yellow lectures: 2811. What movie would be AWESOME in 3D? tron was amazing in 3d, i actually felt sick afterwards lol. 2812. Why is it important to write and think clearly? just coz. 2813. A girl and her boyfriend are hanging out. It is obvious they are together. Another guy schmoozes between them and starts hitting on the girl. The boyfriend tells this guy to back off. The guy just keeps bothering the girl. Do you think the boyfriend would be justified in hitting this intrusive guy? i think the boyfriend should continue to use his words before getting violent. A girl and her boyfriend are hanging out. It is obvious they are together. Another GIRL(lesbian) schmoozes between them and starts hitting on the first girl. The boyfriend tells this girl to back off. The girl just keeps bothering the first girl. Do you think the boyfriend would be justified in hitting this intrusive girl? same answer as above ^ If you answered yes to one situation and no to the other one why the double standard? i had the same answer for both. 2814. What do you think of the name Prue? it reminds me of charmed. 2815. What would you spend your last dollar on? nothing, i’ll keep it. 2816. Have you ever won an ebay auction? yeah, i think i have. If yes for what? idk, this was years ago when ebay didn’t have a but it now option. 2817. Would you like it if Blockuster had a drivethrough?? blockbuster is dunzo. 2819. When was the last time you taught someone somthing and what was it? i was teaching my boyfriend how to milly rock hahaha. 2820. Why do adults and teens not understand each other? generation gaps. but i know of plenty of instances where they do understand each other. 2821. Are you afraid? no. 2822. Do you trust large drug corporations? it’s not something i’ve sat and thought about tbh. Do you trust the Food and Drug administration? idk. 2823. If a tree falls in the woods does it make a sound? yes. Do you define sound as sound waves or as the reaction between the soundwaves and your ears? sound waves. 2824. Who is full of shit? your mother. 2825. Four of the five senses are routed through a special area to the brain. One sense goes right to the brain and so is a powerful sense involved with memory and emotion. Which sense do you feel this is? smell? haha idk. 2826. Are you on a ship of fools or a carousel? carousel. 2827. What is your bathing suit like? it’s just plain black. 2828. Whose line is it, anyway? not mine. 2829. Are you more likely to answer a signed in note or a nsi note? idk what a nsi note is. 2830. To be or not to be. That is the question. What is the answer? i have no idea. 2831. Does beauty exist as a definable standard or is beauty in the eyes of the beholder? it’s definitely in the eye of the beholder. Why do you think it is that so many people have the same idea of who and what is beautiful? society’s standards. but not everyone follows it. Where do your standards for judging beauty come from? i’m not sure actually. i could think someone is gorgeous but my friend would think they’re ugly. idk. 2832. Would a war with Iraq help or harm american economy? lol. 2833. What is the first thing you would do if you saw a nuclear explosion in the distance? call my family and boyfriend and check the news. 2834. Would you like to be cryogenically frozen? nah. 2835. Think of the person you love the most. Would you be willing to murder a stranger in order to save that person's life? Why or why not? eh, not sure. i’d only 100% murder the stranger if they were the one endangering my loved one’s life. i’d have to think about it otherwise. 2836. Imagine no possetions. I wonder if you can? did you mean possessions? 2837. How messed up is: your hair? it’s quite neat actually. your room? yeah it’s a mess. your car? mess. your life? mess. 2838. What are you running out of? patience. 2839. What do you live for? myself. 2840. How did you decide it was worth living for? idk, just coz it’s my life. 2841. Do you consider some people to be too: traditional? conformist? avant-garde? smart? stuck up? modern? beautiful? ugly? obsessed? emotional? petty? sneaky? fat? thin? i know people that could cover all of these things. 2842. By what criteria do you judge others? generally in their behaviour. i have no time for rude people. 2843. Do you look at people's words and actions or the underlying reasons for those words and actions? both. 2844. Which would you rather collect: simpsons action figures? <---- this kiss gear? anything with a smiley? horror movies? 2845. Do you fight for your rights? not as much as i should. 2846. Would you rather be a construction worker or a crossing guard? crossing guard. 2847. What is enought o satisfy you in life? a well paying job that i can tolerate. 2848. Do you think you have more, less, or average life experiance for your age? i think i have a little more. 2849. Why go to college? if there’s a specific career path you want to follow that requires you to go to college, i think that’s a good enough excuse to go. Have you considered joining a cult instead? never. 2850. What's the last lie you told? someone asked me how i am and i said good lol. 2851. What celebrity has the sexiest voice of females? rihanna, i love her accent. males? drake has a really smooth speaking voice. 2852. You are having a party and can invite three celebrities of your choice. The WILL come. Who do you invite? rihanna, the weeknd andddd beyonce. 2853. Where did you come from? from my parents? Where are you now? in bed. Where are you going? nowhere. 2854. What would you imagine the playboy mansion is like? tbh it never looked that appealing during that reality show. it’s not something i’d be interested in seeing. 2855. Do you blow your nose loudly in public? only if i have to. 2856. Do you help others every day? i’d like to. 2857. Bono or Chris Tucker? neither. 2858. Is it lonely being alone in your head? sometimes i like being alone. 2859. What is the worst poverty you have ever seen? philippines. 2860. Has anyone ever told you that more than 2 billion people live on less than two dollars a day? no one has told me that. i wouldn’t be surprised if it’s gotten higher since this survey was made over 10 years ago. What do you think of that? it’s really sad. 2861. Add a sentance to the story: Once upon a time there was a man named Arthur and he was brushing his teeth when all of a sudden he saw a bright rainbow utside. So he goes out the back door to take a look and he finds an elf who says fuck you. 2862. Be honest.. do you generally listen or wait for your turn to talk? i usually wait unless i have a strong point to share. 2863. How many fingers do you type with? all of them i think. 2864. What does 'you think you know but you have no idea' mean? Where did it come from as a common phrase? my interpretation of it is like... you’re making a strong assumption without actually knowing or experiencing something. 2865. Do you think it's important to give up liberties in order to protect freedom? slightly contradictory but ok. 2866. Do you think George Bush was elected in a legal way? i don’t know much about american politics. 2867. Imagine you were dying of a disease...you only had a certain amount of time left with your mte, parents or children. What would you leave behind for them to remember you by? photos, videos, letters etc. How would you feel if there were drugs to help you live, only you couldn't afford them? i’d feel pretty helpless. How would you feel if people were trying to sell you the drugs at a lower cost but the drug companies made sure they couldn't because that would cut their profits? idk. This senario is going on Right Now.The country is Africa. The disease is aids. The drug is azp (and others). The people are Africans who are very poor and have aids. The large drug corporations won't sell the drugs at a price they can afford or allow smaller companies to either. Is this acceptable? no. What are you going to do about it? there’s not much i can do but research i guess. 2868. Would you ever BUY a new ring for your cell phone that plays a couple of notes of your favorite song? nah. 2869. What has completely moved you? life. 2870. If for your next birthday you had a novelty kids birthday party what games would you play at it? hide and seek, pinata, bullrush lol. 2871. How can you keep open toed sandles from rubbing against your toes and making them blistered and raw? wear different shoes. 2872. What happens to socks when they disappear in the drier? how the hell would i know. 2873. What is the quality of humanity all about? life lol. 2874. True or false - All homophobes are inherently evil.: false... some probably are, some are just not educated. 2875. Is there anything, besides love, that money can't buy? experience. eh, half true idk. 2876. How is your soul? still there. 2877. What are you committed to? these damn surveys lol. 2879. Are you photogenic? no. 2880. Can you define these words off the top of your head as if you were talking to someone who didn't know what they were? rain: cold: green: sand: eh, too tired to think. 2881. Why aren't you naked (or are you)? because i’m cold. 2882. Do you think anoyone is all good or all evil? possibly. 2883. Go outside a sec. how many animals are in your yard? lol hell no. Did you count yourself? why or why not? 2884. What household appliance drags you down? none. they’re all very useful. 2885. try this..write a list of six possibilities of things you could do after you are off the computer. Make sure that at lease ONE thing is something you would be unlikely to ever do. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. no. Now grab a dice (if you have none ask someone to pick a number between 1 and 6) and decide what you will do by flipping it. Then do it! 2886. Which of the following doesn't belong with the others and why? a. garden b. love c. magazine d. death idk 2887. How old are you? 26. What age do you feel mentally? 26. emotionaly? same. spiritualy? is there an age for spirituality? 2888. Who do you think is more wise: your mailman or a person who has been living on the streets for 12 years? it would just depends on the person. 2889. Do you kiss on the first date? i’m open to it. 2890. Would you ever want to be oon: a dating show(which)? no. a game show(which)? the amazing race. the news(why)? no, i don’t want any attention. 2891. How much money would it take to get you to: strip to nuthing but a bright orange thong (for guys, orange thongs an string bikini top for girls)and wrestle another person of the same sex in a thong in a pool of jello? 10k. participate in a contest where you drink alcohol as fast as you can until you puke? i’ll do it for like $100 lol. i’ll puke instantly. sit absolutely still for 2 hours, in nothing but a towel, covered in plaster of paris? $1000 maybe. Walk around at your school in bondage gear asking people to spank you on the ass with a huge dead octopus tenticle? i don’t go to school and that’s just creepy. pick your nose and eat it? $50 hahah. smash potatoes with your head? if it doesn’t hurt i’ll do it for a pretty low price. 2892. Who deserves an appology? my grandma. 2893. What wins the award as stupidst lyric you can think of? i feel like every artist has released a song with cringey lyrics. 2894. Where do you most like to be massaged? neck, back and feet. 2895. Is your face clear? no :( i got like two pimples after a night out. 2896. Finish this phrase in a humorous way.. Friends don't let friends... eat salad. 2897. What present would you bring to the birthday party of an aquaintance? i’d regift them something i already had. sorry lol. 2898. Is your game on? no. 2899. What would a song for the deaf be like? possibly feeling the bass. How about a painting for the blind? a visual description. 2900. What is a sure-fire way to get noticed? yeah, run around naked in public.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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stupendoustrashmagazine · 4 years

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Welcome to the House of a Billion Birds

WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF A BILLION BIRDS

Welcome to the House of a Billion Birds.

Yes, it is a large number.

�� Because you

& your body are riddles with viral vestige,

Contaminants all sorts

Of threatening

Weapons we’d like you to step into the

VacumaFiltherizer

Thirty K.

What’s that? I don’t know, Cindy, what do

You think it does?

Yes. Ya.

Put in your molten silicone plugs and strip

Down because after

V-Filtered

We’re going to take AccumaPressure baths

To ensure all grime’s been

Stripped

Like a myth torn like your jean jacket,—

What!? No use talking in here

Cannonades

Spinning blurs on skin pulling it up

In rinds fwapping it out

Against

Itself dryers kicked on like helicopter blade.

This is for you while

The idiots

Naked dirty all of them freshen up so they

Can see all of the birds

Electrified

In color as if frozen by sap or time, circum-

Stance bloodletting its final word.

Sorry, you—

Brad if take one more step outside of

Delineated Boundary One

For God’s

Sake it’s got a sign you’re going to go back

Through the VacumaFiltherizer

And AccumaPressure

Wash and we’ll all laugh behind the safety

Of glass. Does that sound good…

Good. Alright.

II.

Do you feel better now now that your filth’s

Been forcibly ripped

From your body?

Everybody grab your buddy-bod make sure

Brad doesn’t step outside

The fucking—

I know Cindy you’ve got a day sliced right

Out for you. No. No

You’ve got

Brad. Done-deal so now we’re making way

Really it’s making us

Coral

Down to the House of a Billion Birds but

Why are you all

Babbling O

Yes please remove your Custom Fit Ear

CanalBit plugs so you

Can hear

What I’m saying. Great. Everyone with it

Now great because now

We’re off

To the LaserProng MicroTron Seventy

Engineered by boast

Of the best

Boeing Associates & Pfizer wins Prizer

Destinies LLC—limited

Liability, Brad,

Unlike you… Why am I what? Can we

Continue now? Thanks

Mindy. Cinny?

Cinda, right, as you can see everything

In this large atrium is white

To suggest

The Ultraviolence of The Setting yes

All of the cacti &

Rhododendron

& palm trees are synthetic for they harbor

Just the same microbial

Ecosystems

Of terror that you do all pathogens plots

Ready to capitalize

Upon

The Glory System Associates House of a…

Christ! What in god’s name

A junco!

Two juncos everyone rush through plastic

Foliage dash to Laser

Tron

Whatever get there now! High knees sharp

Toes activate glutes

Sprint!

The trip-seal door closed, & as you can tell

We dashed in there to get

Fried up

Having been breached, the poison gas coming

Down from sprinkler-like

Fakes, killing

The nest of juncos exposing a few amphibian

Invasions as well. The team

Removed them

& took them to the IncinaBoneCrusher X V

To ensure a tidy quick

Incineration.

III.

Ah! the LaserProng MicroTron Seventy

Stirs what little capacities

You have.

Doesn’t it? Brad & Cindy will you please

Demo the UltraGuard

Protector-

Armor for us? No you will & as you can see

There’s a neoprene inner

Double-thatched

By Kevlar & IttyBot PlatHum repairing metal.

Now gas masks, triple-

Line booties

And then let’s all get fried,—Jesus Winston

Is it, somebody

Help him

With the damn uniform. Thanks Noname.

Monine, I’m sorry.

Everybody

Masked armored great now if you panic

When Tron’s Laser

Befalls us

Sit tight because we’re locked in here anyway

& soon a blast

Barely visible

Turned any remaining toxic baggage back

Into what the electrons

Call “home.”

IV.

When the gates finally opened up for us

Allowing first gasp

At the House

Of a Billion Birds most First Time Converts

Believe a greenery

That now days

Would sicken, a slash of “amber” light

Something impressionistic

Bouquets

Metamorphosing from fire to moon to brass

To tremolo cues

As in

Hallucinations in/at/tune with Neutrons

Continuing neuroses,

Plural violence

Depicting latent things deemed closer to

Experience even though

Marred.

But all there is is a stadium & long silver ship.

In it the billion

Dirty pearls

Flutter. Parasites eat their skin beneath feathers

So Fumigator Binge Z

Sprays

Every ten minutes or so. People gasped during

Our slow approach.

Surprise

Is such an awful emotion to witness. Well

Yes, Cindy, they’re

Birds…

What? It’s an exhibit. No, destiny is our concern.

At the galvanized

Gates

We stood watching bird’s fishy attempts to swim

Or move, whatever

They do

As I had to look away because the wretches

A few at least were

Weeping.

#original poems #poetry #poets on tumblr

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