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FanFiction - Crossing the Stars

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

FTL: Faster Than Light (c) Subset Games

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Author’s Note: This FanFiction is a crossover between the sci-fi strategy game ‘FTL: Faster Than Light’ by Subset Games and the manga/anime called ‘Hetalia’ by Hidekaz Himaruya. The story will follow closely to the events of the rougue-like gameplay in FTL and the human characters will be replaced with the human versions of the national personifications in ‘Hetalia’. This is a fun personal project and it requires no knowledge of either fandom to enjoy this story. I’d encourage checking the original sources out though! Use of screenshots in this FanFiction are to supplement the storytelling to help plot the course of our heroes’ journey in the universe. Whatever the outcome of the gameplay I base this story on (as each playthrough is very unique) will be translated into the plot of this story. i.e. If the spaceship gets damaged, it gets damaged in the story. If a character dies in the game, they’re dead in this fiction. (Please note that I find this kind of storytelling entertaining to play/write and I plan to do more in the future if time allows!)

Chapter 1

The Federation was struggling with the advancing Rebel fleet. One lone ship carried some vital information that could turn the tides of the war and the Federation allied Star Ship APH was going to be their champion.

At the helm was Captain Alfred Jones, a spry young American whom fit the Golden Boy persona to a tee. Sure, he wore square-rimmed glasses but he was still awesome. Don’t let his cute blue-eyed, blond haired, ripped body mislead you! He had the courage to lead his crew to the very end. He was the youngest of his crew and had a Hero Complex but his heart helped him to make some decent moral choices. His friends might disagree and say that his Hero Complex leads to some very immoral choices, but how could he be wrong? He’s great!

Stationed at weapons was his best friend from the academy called Arthur Kirkland. He was an officer from England and was keen to aid in an international project. Arthur was rather lean in build with messy blond hair that matched his sassy personality. His piercing emerald eyes held a wisdom beyond his years. He was tasked with weaponry because of his strategic skills and fearless judgement. Unfortunately his friends and colleagues often made fun of him for his bushy eyebrows, apparent inability to cook, and his obsession with the occult.

Last but not least was the Frenchman Francis Bonnefoy, a flamboyant friend of Arthur’s and on-and-off enemy of his. Much like Alfred, don’t let his looks fool you! Francis’ long, golden hair, sea blue eyes and wispy blond beard could charm many but he was a calculated thinker. He graduated with flying colours in engineering, which is why he was manning the FTL (Faster Than Light) Drive in the engine room.

The blond trio were in their twenties, young and wise together. If they could avoid their normal bickering maybe they would survive this after all!

“This is the awesome Captain Jones speakin’! Get your butts over to the Bridge, we need to figure out where we’re goin’,” the voice on the PA system called in a chirpy American accent.

“We’re already here, dipshit,” Arthur countered as he and Francis joined him on deck. “We’ve best be quick about this, the Rebel fleet is gaining speed.” He pulled up the Beacon Map on screen and surveyed their options. “Unfortunately we have no data on the properties of each beacon towards the exit into the next sector, but hopefully we can acquire that as we go along. The faster we get to the exit the better, our mission is too important to mess around.”

Alfred was sipping some coffee. “Psh, who’s messin’? I won’t lead you dudes astray! Hero’s promise!”

Francis sighed. “Let’s avoid battles if we can, ze stress gives me wrinkles.”

“We’re in a civilian sector! How bad could it be?”

Arthur glared at him. “You’ve best be joking. This area will be littered with Rebel scouts. We need to get a move on.”

Alfred dumped his coffee cup in the rubbish bin and winked. “Fine. Back to your stations! Off to our first stop! Warp us there, Francis!”

“Aye, sir,” Francis responded as they all returned to their posts.

The S.S. APH warped to the next beacon. If they were expecting a calming tour of space they were greatly mistaken. Alfred’s voice carried over the announcement system. “Hey, y’all! We have a hostile Rebel Scout attacking a small refuelling outpost here. That’s totes uncool so we’re gonna kick their asses! Kirkland, fire up the weapons! Try out our Burst Laser II on their weapons!”

“Aye, Captain! Locked on and charging.”

The small ship was quick with a laser drone circling the S.S. APH. An alert blared. “Shields took a hit!” Alfred informed them quickly. “Just an ion blast, it’ll be back online soon, stay at your posts!”

Francis’ voice joined him on the announcement channel. “The drone knocked out our door controls!”

“That’s alright, I destroyed their weapons room,” Arthur chipped in confidently.

“Good work, Artie!” Alfred cheered. “Lock on the drones now.”

“Roger that!”

The ship shook and Alfred’s voice called out in concern. “Yo, Francis? Are you okay? The shields are back online but it says the engines got hit.”

“I’m fine, mon ami! Minor damage to ze FTL Drive, I’m working on a fix. I’m not hurt.”

Arthur switched focus from the enemy drones to the helm. He cursed as he saw that the interior scan of the enemy vessel had repaired their weapons in the time his lasers charged. Luckily, his final few attacks took out the scout and they could safely proceed. He sighed with relief. “Danger has passed, let’s pull in the loot.”

Alfred congratulated them over the announcement system. “Well done, dudes! Artie, join me in the door room. We’re not moving on until that system is running again.”

“On my way!”

Francis kept an eye on the FTL charge as his friends repaired the door functions.

Arthur hummed as he replaced some fried wires and Alfred ran the diagnostics. Oddly enough, they didn’t chat the entire time. It was nice working together. “Alright, let’s get back to our posts. Who knows how many of these automated ships are lurking?”

“Just don’t lead us into a black hole or something.”

“Hahahaha! Noted.”

Back on the Bridge, Alfred pulled up his upgrades panel. They had enough scrap to give them a new edge. He grinned as he added an extra unit of power to their reactor and instructed the Frenchman to monitor the upgrade. He also treated himself to a more slick piloting upgrade. Having auto pilot help him to dodge attacks with a fifty percent advantage was too amazing to pass up! “I’m gonna jump to the next beacon. Hold on to your asses!”

The crew warped into the aftermath of a battle. The battlefield was littered with debris from Federation ships and Rebels alike. Their allies had been sadly outnumbered but it was clear they fought valiantly and Captain Jones respected that. He began performing a more detailed scan of the wreckage when his sensors picked up an enemy ship. He gasped and switched on the comms. “To battle stations! We have a Rebel Disrupter in our vicinity!”

The orange spaceship faced the S.S. APH head-on and momentarily knocked out the shields, just in time for the orbiting drone to shoot their door systems.

“Why do they always target our doors?” Francis complained over the communications system. “It’s hardly a vital system.”

“I think it was potluck,” Arthur answered as his return fire knocked out the enemy weapons. “Got the weapons room! I’m going to knock out that drone and then alternate. I wouldn’t put it past them to begin repairs.”

“As you are, Kirkland!” Alfred chimed in as he kept an eye on the enemy movements from the helm. They made quick work of this battle and reaped the rewards. “Good job. You know the drill, Artie. Gotta get those door systems online again. Meet me there.”

“Aye, sir!”

The next beacon jump was nothing special. Beautiful, but nothing interesting. Francis stared out of his nearby airlock windows to view the dancing binary star before they warped to the next point.

“I’m gonna do a triangular-shaped loop here, dudes. I detect a merchant nearby and I wanna see what they have,” Captain Jones announced to his crew.

“Don’t let us get caught by the Rebels, Alfred!” Arthur’s voice warned him.

“They’re not close enough yet. We’ll be fine. We can’t risk running low on supplies and if we can get this hull fixed that would be great.”

“Good point. Carry on.”

The next jump led them to a destroyed space station. Alfred had reservations about this as life signs could be detected onboard. He bit his lip and weighed up the options of investigating. On the one hand, if he could recruit a new member that would be useful! Although he was well aware that doing these kind of investigations could risk damage to his current crew’s lives. After a moment of hesitation he decided not to risk his friends. They collected miscellaneous debris to repurpose for their own mission and jumped them to the next beacon.

The crew assembled on the Bridge to witness the hails of a Rock Scout. The Rockmen were a powerful race but these aliens seemed to be relatively friendly. “Hey, this is Captain Alfred F. Jones of the Federation Star Ship APH. How can we be of service today, my dudes?”

Arthur stared at his friend unhappily. “You could use proper English, idiot. Did you learn nothing from etiquette lessons when dealing with foreign entities?”

“There was nothin’ wrong with my lingo, Artie! Don’t make me pull rank.”

“Insufferable git.”

The Rockman Captain simply stared at these weird humans before gaining their attention. “We could really use some help.”

Alfred saluted. “How can we help?”

“Our FTL navigation system is shot. Can you help us to a nearby station for them to patch us up?”

“Sure thing, rock friend! I’m receiving your fuel down payment right now and I’ll key in the co-ordinates you sent.”

“Thank you. We will be one step behind you, following your jump signatures.”

Francis beamed at his Captain as their communications shut off with their neutral acquaintance. “That was very kind of you, Alfred!”

The American beamed. “If we can help anyone in distress on the way we damn well will! We’re still gonna do our planned route unless we’re forced to change direction, but those Rebel scumbags ain’t gonna take all of us down.”

Francis patted him on the back and returned to his post. Arthur shook his head. “I wish you’d let me deal with the foreign comms once in a while, Alfred, but you did well. I’m heading back to weapons. Try to get our hull fixed at the shop.”

The next jump led them to an outpost that certainly had merchants selling some wares! Arthur and Francis volunteered to be the away party as Alfred kept an eye on the advancing enemy fleet from the Bridge. Their tailing Rockmen friends also spent a bit of time gathering resources for the journey ahead.

Aware of the encroaching danger and their limited supply of scrap to trade for goods, the European representatives agreed that they should spend all of it on an Advanced FTL Navigation Augmentation that would allow them to leap to any previously visited beacon in one hop no matter the distance and the rest of the scrap was allocated to hull repairs. They promptly beamed back on deck and installed their new augment and checked with the Rockmen to make sure that they were ready to follow.

The S.S. APH jumped back the way they came and immediately leapt to the subsequent beacon. It was a tough decision because they had to completely ignore a distress call. The Rebel fleet was advancing far too quickly, they had to put as much distance between them as possible. Alfred felt terrible but his crew and the Rockmen following them depended on forward thinking. There was no helping those in distress right now.

“Rebel transport ship detected!” Captain Jones announced on the communications system. “It doesn’t seem to wanna fight but we can’t take risks. Plus we need the scrap, we’re kinda poor right now.”

“Engaging weapons, Captain!” Arthur replied, powering up the Burst Laser II to lock onto their weapons room. He was going to target the drones next as those little bastards were a pain to deal with.

“CANCEL THAT INTERACTION, KIRKLAND! ATTACK THEIR ENGINES, THEY’RE GONNA JUMP AND WARN THE FLEET!”

“Fuck, really?! Alright, locking both the lasers and missiles onto their FTL Drive!”

It was a tense moment as their weapons warmed up and as they celebrated decimating the enemy FTL Drive, a missile hit their own engines.

“ENGINES, DAMAGE REPORT!” Captain Jones cried.

“Ze bastards damaged ze FTL Drive. I’m working on a fix but my head…”

“Focus, Bonnefoy. You can heal after we destroy these idiots!” Arthur chipped in urgently. He switched the lasers to focus on the Rebel weapons room whilst keeping their Artemis missile locked on the enemy engines.

An explosion rocked the Bridge and Alfred coughed through the smoke. “Dammit, they’re breaking my controls. Kirkland, finish this now.” He gritted his teeth as he repaired the system damage. His wrist was pretty sore but nothing too dire.

“Aye, Captain!”

Fortunately, the battle was over with soon after and repairs could be finished to both the engines and the piloting systems. Jones and Bonnefoy met up in the medbay to heal their injuries before moving on. It was becoming clear how dangerous this mission was.

Back on the Bridge, Alfred instructed his crew that to get to the quest marker they needed to enter a nebula. Nebula zones were always risky as they knocked out sensors but they could also be beneficial in slowing down the enemy fleet. “We’re heading to the nebula. Be prepared for anything! Warp ahead, Bonnefoy!”

This felt like a mistake. Nebulas can be rather peaceful but today was not their day! A plasma storm was active so not only were their sensors dead but their reactor was crippled to half-capacity. The crew was in a mild panic trying to figure out what systems were down as a Rebel automated scout swooped in to cause them hell.

“GUYS, WE HAVE A PROBLEM. SEVERAL PROBLEMS,” Alfred yelled through the communications system.

“No shit!” Arthur shot back as he examined the diagnostics from his post. “Our oxygen isn’t powered, we’ll suffocate!”

“Heat up the weapons, Artie, we have company! I’ll divert power from the medbay to the oxygen room!”

“SHIELDS ARE DOWN AND THEY HAVE A DRONE!” Francis cried from the engine room. “We’re sitting ducks!”

“Divert ALL power from engines to the shields NOW!”

“Aye!”

“I’m locked on their weapons, Captain!” Arthur informed them. “The shield is holding off the drone, thank God.”

“Fire on that and then the drone. Destroy it as quickly as possible.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

Thankfully the battle was over swiftly. Shaken and worried, Alfred gave the order to drop the shields and restore power to the FTL Drive. They would drop off their Rockmen friends at the next beacon and make their way to the exit.

“Approaching the quest marker,” Captain Jones announced keeping the ship steady, ready for a break. “I’ll inform our little convoy back there.”

“Can one ship in addition to ours really be considered a convoy?” Francis responded contemplatively.

He didn’t receive an answer as the Rockmen’s ship zoomed away without warning and Alfred flipped the Red Alert siren. “AGH! IT’S A TRAP! How could they? We trusted them!” He turned on the power to all systems after they were clear of the plasma storm and glared at the Rebel Disrupter ship. How dare they! HOW. DARE. THEY.

Ignoring the possible melodrama his best friend was stewing in, Arthur had already locked their weapons on the Rebel weapons and drones with their Burst Laser II and the Artemis missile. DIRECT HIT! That’s getting business taken care of. He disabled the Artemis and focused the laser onto enemy shields. He needed no consultation on this strategy, they would not be made fools of! With the shields down and the enemies focused on repairing the damage he dealt to the drones, he fired once again at the weapons room. The Rebel scum would not get a say in this!

VICTORY! The crew celebrated briefly as they collected the remains of their enemy vessel.

“Let’s get the hell outta here,” Alfred urged, turning them towards the next beacon. “I don’t want to try my luck with another one of these guys.”

“We can make it to ze Exit Beacon in two jumps, Captain!” Francis informed him over the comms. “With ze Rebels gaining ground we shouldn’t take anymore detours.”

“Agreed, buddy! Full speed ahead!”

The Rebels were determined to control this star system! The subsequent beacon greeted them with another Rebel Rigger patrol. It stood between them and the exit. This could not be tolerated.

“I’m way ahead of you, Captain!” Arthur called over the communications. “I’ve locked on their weapons and drone rooms. I’ll target their FTL Drive afterwards, we can’t let them get away to inform the Rebel fleet of our location.”

“Show no mercy, Kirkland!”

“Aye, sir!”

Direct hits!

“The enemy is powering up it’s FTL Drive!” Alfred informed them urgently. “This could be bad!”

The landed hits on the enemy vessel weren’t enough to destroy the hull and the Rebels were an inch from jumping out of reach. Fortune dealt them an unexpected hand, though.

Alfred opened up the screen to receive a hail from the Rebel Rigger Captain. “Captain Jones speaking. Stop right there!”

The enemy Captain scowled but offered a metaphorical white flag. “The day is yours! Show us your honour by allowing us to leave with our lives.”

This was a very fragile situation. The enemy hull was weak but their FTL Drive was primed to jump any second. There would be no time to stop them unless they agreed to a truce. Alfred growled in frustration but knew there was no choice. “Kirkland, cease fire! We’re entering a truce.”

“What? Um, okay?” came Arthur’s puzzled response. There was probably a good reason to cease fire so he complied. He would demand answers later.

Captain Jones accepted the supplies from the Rebel Rigger and the enemy did not warp away. Phew, that was a close one. The advancing enemy fleet would not gain speed on them.

Tense, Alfred called a meeting on the Bridge. He turned to his crewmates gravely. “We’re getting real lucky with these battles, our damage has been minimal. With Rebels so close to our Exit Beacon we need to be ready for a possible interception between us and the warp point. Don’t let your guard down and we’ll decide which sector to head to next once the coast is clear.”

Arthur nodded and returned to the weapons room without any answers, but he didn’t need them. It was clear they were in trouble and Alfred made a solid judgement call. He would be ready to defend.

Francis remained by Alfred’s side as they made the final jump to the Exit Beacon.

There was an asteroid field not far from their destination. They decided to risk navigating it for some materials that would help them in the next sector. Luck truly was not on their side as asteroids violently knocked down their shields and damaged their hull!

“Fire in ze portside airlocks, Captain!” Francis cried.

“I’ll open the airlocks to extinguish it. Everyone meet me in shields! We’ll repair and move on!”

Once that crisis was averted, the crew met up to decide where to go next.

Would they jump to the Engi Controlled area, or the Zoltan Controlled area? Both were civilian sectors but carried their own unique risks.

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT SECTOR...

Chapter 1 - END

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[Cover Art] This image was drawn in HB pencil and painted in watercolour paints on the 8th August 2021. It was digitally enhanced in GIMP Image Editor on the 9th August 2021. Paper type = 130 gsm

This chapter was written on the 8th August 2021.

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monst · 4 years

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Hey I was wondering if you could please do a HC of kirishima or bakugo with a s/o who is self conscious about her small butt, please thank you

All booties are good booties

All characters 18+

Kirishima Eijirou x Reader and Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: Uh butt? It’s actually sfw o.O

Bakugou Katsuki

“Why the fuck are you walkin like that?” He asked noticing the odd way you were hiding while the two of you walked past a couple of fans. “Walking like what?” You mumbled, trying to play it off. “Like if ya gotta take a shit.” “Katsuki!” You reprimanded, slapping his arm. But he took the opportunity to turn you around to see what you were trying to hide. “The fuck were you hiding?” “Nothing okay just stop staring.”

He let you be that one day but it wasn’t long before he found out what was bothering you. Actually it was because he needed to use your phone one day that he found out. His phone had been broken in a battle….again. You had just told him the password so that he could call his mother and tell her he couldn’t make it to dinner next week. Once he put the pin he was met with an article about making your tush bigger.

It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Needless to say he wasn’t happy. So when he finished the call with his mother he confronted you about it. “So this is what you were bitching about the other day.” You felt tears prick at your eyes, “You don’t have to be so rude.” His eyes widened when he noticed that his words had made you cry. “Shit I didn’t mean it like that I was just sayin that you shouldn’t be worried about this-

“You don’t get it Katsuki not when your ass is bigger than mine.” He blanched. “Jeans, Skirts, Leggings do you know how self-conscious I get when I see that that area doesn't get filled out?” You vented. “What the fuck does that matter.” He frowned. “Guys like girls with big butts and you cannot lie.” You humored dryly. His stare made you shift uncomfortably. “Your a fucking idiot.” “Why can’t you be a normal boyfriend and just tell me it’s okay and that you love me as is.” You groaned. He glared at you for cutting him off.

“Last time I fucking checked I didn’t get into a relationship with your ass. I’m with you because I love you, you dofus.” He insulted/complimented. He pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your waist with a scoff. “How fucking dare you compare me to other guys. You body’s fucking hot because it’s yours. I don’t think anyone else is sexy besides you and I sure as hell ain’t looking at any ass that isn’t yours.” Your cheeks warmed at his words.

How could you forget that Bakugou was loyal to a fault and he would never leave you for something so superficial. “I love you, you idiot all that physical appearance shit is just extra.” Even though it was a bit hard for him to compliment others on their beauty he actually began to do so just so that you would feel more confident in yourself. That and he liked the way you smiled bashfully when he did. Smug bastard loved that embarrassed smile when he said he loved how your legs looked. Or when he said you looked hot in a certain outfit, your eyes, hair, smile everything. He made sure to let you know he loved all of it and even though the compliments were thrown randomly and were a bit weird to decipher.

“Your legs look strong when you run.” “If you don’t wipe that smile from your lips I’m going to have to kiss you.” Yeah it was awkward but A for effort?

Kirishima Eijirou

Kirishima sighed after finishing his water. His eyes quickly scanned the area for your form…. When he didn’t see you he went out to look for you and soon began calling your name. It was then that he found you. You were sitting in the car your gym bag was still zipped up and it looked like you hadn’t even sweat a drop.

He knocked on the glass starling you. “Babe what’s wrong?” you didn’t hesitate to tell Kirishima your plight. When you had told him that the size of your rump was the cause of your distress he was baffled. His hand came out to hold yours as you spoke about feeling insecure in the gym. “I’m sorry you feel that way. If you want we could always work out at home or around the park?”

“That won't fix my no ass problem.” You huffed. You shifted uncomfortably when you noticed the dark look on Kirishima’s face. “You have no problem.” He frowned. “Your ass is perfect just the way it is and I wouldn't have it any other way.” He pouted.

It was then that he started noticing how much your insecurity was bothering you. He caught you staring at your bum in mirrors switching your bottoms often because whatever you found made you feel uncomfortable and didn’t do your booty justice. It was bothering him just as much as it was bothering you.

He didn’t like seeing you upset especially when he thought your body was gorgeous. He didn’t know how to help you and he racked his brain for ideas. It was then that it hit him. He couldn’t do anything. He could tell you that you were perfect but you yourself had to believe it. And so he figured that he should help you raise your self-esteem and gain more confidence in your lovely body.

“I want you to look in the mirror and tell yourself that your beautiful.” He ordered, as the two of you stood in front of the mirror. “Why are we doing this Eijirou it’s so weird.” “It’s not weird, I think every inch of you is fantastic and you need to start believing that too. So say it. Come on, I'm waiting.” “I’m beautiful just the way I am and my ass is fine the way it is.” You flushed. “E-Eijirou is this really necessary?” “Yup everyday until you gain more confidence!”

He didn’t let you leave the house or go to sleep unless you told yourself you were beautiful. And even though it was a bit strange at first you began to agree. So what if you didn’t have a large butt, the one you had was yours and so long as you loved it there was nothing else to worry about. Well…. Except maybe Kirishima’s enthusiastic new booty jingle…...

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silver-wield · 4 years

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I wanna hear your thoughts on the scene where Cloud, Tifa and Barret just finished fighting that big machine when the were scaling the wall to go save Aerith. (Sorry I totally forgot the name of the boss) Where the platform they’re on totally gives way and they all start falling.

Just finished the fight, or pre and post fight? Imma do the latter anyway cause I love being validated when I saw something and had people tell me I was seeing things.

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be reasonably long.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone’s interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I’ve had other ideas since then)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis

Cloti reunion analysis

The Promise Analysis

Andrea’s approval (Cloti ask response)

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read)

Cloti action touching

Aerti friendship analysis

Cloti body language chapter 3

Cloti healthy disagreement

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Recap time! So our trio have made it almost to the top of the collapsed plate in Sector 7 and they stop to take in the view. After that there's some banter and a boss fight and more action touching. I just wanna say before I start that a lot of this is at a distance, so it's not gonna be much of an analysis since there's so few close ups and all the body language is geared towards protective/rescue type movements, which is pretty obvious.

Gonna start with the pre battle image here of Cloud smiling after making a joke because certain people like to get it in their heads that he's being serious here because it’s a callback to the whole “merc/money” thing. The fact both Tifa and Barret chuckle and Cloud literally smiles – DO YOU SEE HIM SMILING HERE?! – has a pretty simple meaning that he's grown close to them. He's no longer that cold af mercenary who only goes on about money in a serious way. This is his version of camaraderie which suits his dry af sense of humour.

Ok, so our heroes are triumphant and pretty pleased about it. Just throwing this one in for context since what comes next is pretty fast paced.

While Barrett's crowing, Cloud's already noticed something's wrong. That's just how quick his reflexes are. Frowning, looking at the mech. He can tell something's about to go sideways.

KABOOM! Platform starts collapsing, taking Tifa with it. Cloud's speed off the mark here is almost too quick to capture. He goes after her before she even realises she's falling. He wasn't even facing her when she slipped. She made a noise and he turned. That's how attentive he is towards her. Like, fucking hell, man, I'm blown away more and more with every in-depth look at their interactions.

We know Cloud's graceful af from watching him fight (not to mention that dance scene), but honestly, this looks next level even for him! I think this is the only time he goes this far with his body language. He's got his arms wide for balance, legs bent, I mean, he is literally using the tilting platform to increase his speed. This takes so much skill I'm super impressed! And he did this without even stopping to consider what he needed to do. He just did it.

Tifa's reaching for the ground, not Cloud, btw. I don't think she's noticed him yet – he's not quite in her field of vision – so she's attempting to save herself because she's not some damsel.

And if you think this screen was easy to get, you're wrong. I've literally never seen this bit of this scene before, it happens that quick! Cloud leaps without even being able to see if he's lined up with Tifa. This looks like an instinctive action from him. This isn't something he's been taught, this is all him wanting to protect Tifa and going above and beyond to do it.

To further reiterate the last screen, he's just leapt at her and hoped for the best. I mean, he could've knocked into her and sent her flying, but he got his arm around her, swung them both around and then shot a grappling hook all in one smooth action. This is definitely SOLDIER!Cloud in the driver's seat if anyone was wondering. There's no way our poor flawed real!Cloud could do this without second guessing himself. That's why he's got the false persona, so it'll give him confidence in situations like this to protect the woman he loves.

Cloud's totally focused in the moment and relying on Tifa to hang onto him now he's got her. For her part, I think she's a bit “wtaf where am I?” because everything happened so quickly. She's got her eyes squeezed shut, so she was clearly scared she was about to die.

Well, I was trying to grab a different shot that proved my point Tifa had her eyes closed and opened them when she heard the grappling gun fire, but this one's better. Yet another part of this fast paced scene that I didn't quite catch because it all goes by so quickly.

Cloud's got his arm around her waist, while she's clinging to his shoulder. To be fair, this isn't a very secure hold by either of them, but highlights the urgency of the moment. He's not been able to get her in a secure hold so he needs to get her to safety quickly.

Tifa's not even gripping him, which validates how quickly everything happened and how she's not caught up to what's going on. Not surprising, really. This all went by in milliseconds.

I honestly wasn't going to screen this either. It's the part where Barrett's line breaks, but I caught sight of Cloud and Tifa in the corner and thought why not? You'll see the hold still isn't that secure and Tifa's legs are all over the place. I will say it looks like she's got a tighter grip on his shoulder from this angle, so that's something. And...is Cloud’s hand splayed on her butt? I don’t wanna say yes, but the angle of his arm is suspicious.

And this is why Cloud's so damn good at what he does! Barrett's line snapped and he saw him falling from his peripheral vision! How on the ball is this guy?!?! Damn, with everything he does throughout Midgar and – we can assume -- beyond I honestly don't know how he can think he's not a hero. He is definitely a hero. Not a perfect one, but damn, he absolutely brings 110% to everything he does!

Omg Tifa's hold is worse than I thought! She's got her hand flat against his chest. I mean, at least grab hold of his shirt or something! She's barely holding onto him, so this is all him with his arm around her waist making sure she doesn't slip. I've gotta forgive her, I mean, it was quick action and I sure af wouldn't move anything in case I fell whatever the distance is between them and the ground lol

Even though Tifa's position is precarious af, Cloud's still relying on her to be his partner in this situation. He can't save Barrett, so she has to.

This is just a nice shot of how graceful they both are. Reminds me of when they're in the drum separately and Tifa and Aerith fall off the pipe – Tifa lands on her feet, Aerith lands on her face – and then Barrett and Cloud fall off a platform and Cloud lands on his feet and Barrett lands on his ass lol

It's telling that these two have similar balance and grace in a fight – probably why they combo so well.

And if I said the above screens were hard to get it's nothing on this one! This happened between one second and the next! I replayed it a million times to get that shot of Cloud going to put his hand on Tifa's back because I knew that's where he had one of them, but damn, if that wasn't boss level rewinding to get!

Okay, obviously the focus is saving Barrett here, and with that in mind the second Cloud's feet hit the ground he tosses the grappling gun to one side and goes to help Tifa haul him up. He puts one hand on her back and grabs her forearm with the other, lending her his strength and support.

And there's the proof in case anyone doubted my eye. That is Cloud's hand on Tifa's lower back. His other hand is gripping her forearm out of frame. I mean, does he need to have his hand there? Is that supportive in the context of the situation? Wouldn't it make more sense that he has his arm fully round her to stop her slipping? I know some of yall would be like “yes, that's better” from a ship pov, but from an action pov it does make more sense that he's got her in a firmer grip. It's almost like part of him doesn't want to make that closer contact because it's too intimate and he's trying to be professional. It's SOLDIER!Cloud basically. Mr “I keep my distance”. The guy who got them through that whole mess. Which does go to show that Cloud relies on that SOLDIER persona to save everyone's asses, but it also makes him more detatched. However, when there's no danger, he's more himself again.

I'd like to point out that if he'd actually had a better hold on Tifa, like I pointed out, she wouldn't have fallen over because Cloud would've been bracing her more. As it is she's on her ass and after checking Barrett's in one piece – quick look – Cloud's offering his hand to Tifa. We can't see his face in this moment, but we could guess there's an element of oops about him since it was kinda his fault she fell over.

Some quick banter and it's onto the Shinra building.

Conclusion:

Ofc this is an amazing action sequence! Everything happens so quickly that you definitely have to back and watch it again, pause it and examine everyone's faces and body language to really break down the sequence of events and motivations – besides rescue.

Cloud is definitely living up to the SOLDIER hype, even though he's never been one. I wonder how he got so skilled. Is this CC stuff? Or is he just going for broke and getting lucky? It says a lot that he'll just dive into whatever danger is around when Tifa's life is on the line. But, he also trusts her to come through in a pinch too. He just had to say her name and she got his meaning. That's some beautiful synchronisation from them. They're showing how much of a unit they are. Battle couples are one of my favourite tropes and that whole mind reader part of it is just perfection to me.

Even though this is a scene of SOLDIER!Cloud at his best, that side of him also knows he can trust Tifa to support him, and even while he's being all business there's part of him that still yearns to be close to Tifa and has to resist.

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dabis-azure-songstress · 4 years

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Your Scars Are Beautiful (Todoroki Shoto x Reader)

A/N: I got way too into this one! It's my more romantic style of writing as opposed to the smutty filth that I usually write. This is my first time trying to write Shoto Todoroki and I hope I nailed his character awesomely! I hope you enjoy him and becoming his lovely wife. ;) This is the Taste the Peppermint version. Please enjoy yourselves and be sure to drop some love or comments if you like! This is the one I've worked the hardest on so far, so I hope it gets some serious love but if not, oh well~ I really enjoyed writing it. If you all don’t like it, I’m seriously going to let Dabi spank my bare butt with his fire on his hand. xD Because oh my god, I worked so hard

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader Warnings: Passionate loving, NSFW, TASTE THE PEPPERMINT Reader's Quirk: My OC, Shinju a.k.a. Electro-Dancer has an Emitter-type quirk called ElectroMance that allows her to harness the power of lightning. She can also call forth storms if one is in the area that has lightning with it. Honestly, it's attracted to her both as a good tool and in a bad way. When a storm is called (by her low whistling, I call is Storm Whistling, as a belief from some of the more witchy culture which is a part of what I'm into) she can imbue some of the droplets with varied amounts of lightning to paralyze an opponent by intercepting brain/muscle signals where the droplets touch the opponent which she calls "Electrostatic Precipitation". Think of electro-therapy almost or a taser.

Shoto glanced swiftly to his side where Y/N ran alongside him (though somewhat clumsily) on his ice. She slides as she came to stop. He grabbed her hand quickly and stared at the masked hero. "Can you do it from this range? Can you manage?" he spoke. "I think so! Here we go!" Y/N clasped her hands together rapidly and let out a low but soft whistle before periwinkle lightning crackled between them. A loud rumble resounded overhead as the angry grey clouds above began to spill their bounty of precipitation and lightning began to strike from the clouds. The villain was still going at it with Deku as Y/N infused a select few droplets above them with lightning charges. As they began to hit the villain, his body tensed as they paralyzed the muscles as they intercepted his nervous signals. "Electrostatic Precipitation!" Shoto watched in amazement, yet his face remained quite aloof as normal. It was the first time he'd been paired with the lightning quirked female, despite his years of school and friendship with her. Suddenly, the sky lit with lightning and Todoroki tried to intercept the strike with ice, but was a bit too late as it hit Y/N directly. She cried out sharply and her body shook from the charge as the ice below their feet shattered. Todoroki managed to catch himself as he created more, but the other heroine continued to fall. "Hey, Half N' Half! Be careful!" Bakugo roared as he propelled himself forward with explosions to catch the heroine. "Take her somewhere safe! She's short-circuited herself worse than Dunce Face, literally!" Bakugo hollered as he landed on Shoto's ice with a careful slide. Todoroki nodded as Bakugo loaded Y/N onto his back cautiously. Shoto managed to move to an evacuated building basement before he laid Y/N down on a spare bed he found inside. Swiftly, he began to check her vitals and body for further injury or shock. Luckily, she was alright until he could get her back to Recovery Girl or Recovery Girl to her. Y/N's eyes flicked open in utter panic and she groaned loudly. "T-Todoroki, it hurts! SHIT! It burns! Please!" she began to cry loudly. "What does? What's going on?" he replied monotonously with a slow blink. "M-my side! You've gotta unzip my suit quick! Please! I'm begging you, Todoroki," she sobbed, "My body hurts so bad!" He stared at her a moment before he began unzipping the underside of her sleeve and the side of her hero uniform. Shoto's eyes widened at the deep and angry red Lichtenberg mark that swirled and curled down the side of her body and over her right hip like a tattoo. Y/N was in too much pain to be embarrassed by the situation. "S-Shoto..." she cried helplessly and squeezed his hand roughly with her. The pressure made him have to fight not to freeze her. Maybe I can distract her. Without thinking, he placed his lips upon her knuckles quickly. "It's okay. You'll be okay. Kisses make everything better." He mostly got a pained breath in return, but her body seemed to relax slightly. "Easy." he shushed lightly as if speaking to a terrified child. She slipped unconscious beside him. ---A Few Hours--- "She'll be just dandy. That right hip might give her a bit of trouble walking temporarily, but she should heal up just fine besides having a nasty scar." Todoroki nodded as he watched Recovery Girl inspect Y/N and whispering to All Might. "You did well not to move her more. Probably would've put her body under more stress and sent her into cardiac arrest. Do you know if she has any family at home?" Shoto shook his head. "Alright. Out. I'll see if I can get her up and changed." Todoroki looked up as he heard approaching footsteps at the basement doorway and much slower, unsteady and awkward limps. Y/N looked at him, H/L down and frizzed slightly with a crutch under her arm and now changed into a plain white tee and grey sweatpants. "Ah, Young Todoroki. Can I trust you to help her home?" He nodded at All Might who took a spot by Recovery Girl. He nodded. ---- "You...really didn't have to help..." "Nonsense. With your hip hurting like that, you look like you're barely able to stand, much less walk." Y/N huffed gently. "Thank you, Shoto." He was surprised that her apartment wasn't really all that far from his. They came to the door and Y/N was very much freaking out. "Y-you don't have to come in, I'll be okay." Heterochromatic eyes watched her fumble with her keys. Her trying to keep him from entering kind of went over the poor guy's head. "I-I didn't pick up my laundry." she stuttered. "That's okay. I have a sister and I won't pay any mind." She'd never had another person in her apartment before honestly. Y/N relented and pushed the door open finally. They stepped inside and Todoroki glanced around. "This doesn't seem so bad." Sure, there were really clothes kind of flung randomly about and there was a trash bag completely filled in the kitchenette that needed to be taken out, but Todoroki thought it seemed homely and cozy. Y/N didn't look at him. "D-do you want anything to drink or something?" "Tea is fine." Y/N hobbled to the kitchen slowly as she started the tea. Then Todoroki took note of it. There were no photos on the fridge, walls, or tops of the furniture. "Y/N, I noticed there are no picture frames anywhere." Y/N paused in her movements as she set the teacup down carefully. "I don't know my family. I've heard mama was quirk-less and dad was like me. I've only had a boyfriend in my life for a little while, but we broke up last year so I tore all those down." Shoto listened quietly before he grabbed her hand softly with his hot one. "Then, I'll be your family. Would you like me to be?" He was as stoic as ever, but his eyes held a gentle softness. "Y-you're going to be my family? The great Shoto Todoroki?" Y/N began turning into a blubbering mess. "Not like I care what my dad thinks. You're powerful and I know you don't like him, but...After all these years, you've been taking care of yourself? Even as hurt as you've been in the past? Yes, I am your family. I want to be your family. The one you rely on." Y/N sobbed loudly and limped her way over to wrap the taller male tightly in her arms. She'd never heard him be so touching with anyone before. "Thank you, Shoto. That means so much to me." The male stroked her H/T hair and rested his head on her crown softly. It suddenly all made sense to him and clicked. How she was always working side jobs and came into her classes and even work exhausted and nearly on the verge of passing out a few rare times. Yet, she was still one of the best and strongest fighters they had, even managing to hold her own with Ground Zero and winning occasionally. He was impressed by the strength she obviously possessed physically, mentally, and spiritually. -----A Few Years Later----- As the years progressed, Y/N and Todoroki had begun dating and grew closer. They were inseparable. You rarely ever got one without the other. Especially since Shoto had promised to be there for her always in case she needed him. Lo and behold, they were in another battle when the villain's earthquake quirk had trapped them in a pocket under rubble and debris. "Sho, I don't see any way out." "Me either, but I turned the location on in my phone before we fell. Hopefully, someone will get us out of here soon. It's too dangerous to use our quirks." Y/N nodded and sat in front of him cautiously. "Baby, come here." Y/N moved carefully into his lap as he beckoned and he held her softly with her legs thrown over one side of his lap. "You know, I have been meaning to ask you this for a while now. Since I'm your family, how would you like to make it official and maybe make our own?" he inquired as he swept a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N paled softly. "A-are you serious? You're asking me now?" Shoto chuckled lightly at her bewilderment. "I don't want any regrets, just in case. I also just wanted to gauge your reaction, but yes, I am entirely serious. I'm sure we also have quite a bit of time to ourselves here." Y/N felt flustered and stared off as a little movie flashed in her eyes. Their first meeting, their first date, all the work lunches, and all the work together. She finally glanced at him directly and Shoto was watching her softly with a small smile. "I-I'd love that...b-but..." "Hush, my love. A simple 'yes' or 'no' would suffice, but I'm so happy to hear you love the idea of marrying me as an answer." He caught her hand and held it tightly in his own cool one tightly. "My sweet love..." He leaned in slowly, capturing her lips passionately. Their mouths and tongues danced in sync. Her hands twisted into Shoto's two-toned locks softly. "Mm, I love you, my darling." Shoto cooed as he began to work her zipper down and slip the suit from her shoulders, peppered kisses following the trail of revealed skin. "I-ah-love you too, Sho..." she gasped softly as his tongue meticulously swirled around a swiftly budding nipple and his heated thumb massaged at the other gently. She hummed softly as he adjusted her to straddle his lap instead. "My Sho..." she purred lightly, grinding her hips down against his own. He grunted gently as his body reacted eagerly to her ministrations. He removed her uniform entirely before he held her firmly against him again. Y/N suddenly shied away slightly, the large scar down her side causing her to overthink. He'd seen her before after he had helped her shower and change into a new set of clothes the day it happened, but this time she wasn't exhausted or sore enough to keep her mind from speeding off self-consciously. She squirmed and was going to shield herself, but Shoto grabbed her hand and placed it over the scar upon his face softly. "Don't. You're so beautiful, my darling. Your scars are beautiful. I love it because it's so unique, just like you. I understand how you're feeling, but I love every. single. breath-taking. inch of you." he accentuated with gentle kisses between his pauses. Y/N melted immediately, stroking her thumb over his scar as they met in a gently appreciative kiss. "It's not really the appropriate place, but please permit me to show you, my love." Y/N nodded nervously at the suggestion as she pulled at the zipper on the front of his uniform and began to unbuckle his belt meekly. She blushed at the feel of his broad chest under her fingertips and his arousal proudly pressing itself up against her core. "Sho-" "Shh, my darling. You don't need to worry or use your words. Let me take care of you." Y/N nodded and relinquished herself to him. Shoto was intoxicated with her lips as he pulled her closer to him, one hand pressed gently on her upper back and the other sliding feather-light down the scar that adorned her body before it came to rest on the top of one of the supple cheeks of her rear. Blush filled her face. It was the first time he'd ever touched her so intimately with simple touches. Then the hand on her back slowly descended to trail down her front as they continued in heated kisses. Her soft moans parted them gently as his fingertips softly orbited the silky hear and nerves at the apex of her thighs. Nuzzling her cheek gently with his nose, he sighed out softly, "Such arousing noises, my love. You will make a beast out of me. I can barely refrain from ravaging you, but such conduct wouldn't be acceptable for this time." He hummed gently as he massaged her opening gently before sinking his middle finger slowly into the depths of her velvet. She mewled out sweetly, having long dreamt of the situation Y/N found herself in. "You're so hot and needy for just my hand, my love. I can't wait for your undoing when you finally have me in here." She hummed lowly, pushing her hips softly against Shoto's hand and digit. Shoto was nearly pulsing with need as he slipped another finger into her core. Y/N was beginning to feel too hot as she felt the flame in her core beginning to lick and build. "Sho..." she moaned out as after the slightest feeling of her clench on his fingers he'd quickened his attentions and begun curling his fingers sagaciously. "Does that feel good, my darling?" he purred. "Yes...yes...Sho...I-hngh..." She shuddered with a breathy sigh and her thighs quivered as the coil inside burst forth. He blushed softly, surprised at the sensation of her orgasm coating his fingers and inwardly proud it had just been with his fingers so far. See her so wanton and reciprocating of his ministrations had caused his desperation to bead up at the top of his rock-hard and straining shaft. "I think you're finally ready. But, just to be sure, are you ready?" he whispered softly into the shell of Y/N's ear hotly before he nipped gently. Her mind was still buzzing as she trembled and nodded, sliding her hands from his biceps and slipping her arms around his neck. They locked their lips heatedly as he prepared himself to delve into the most sacred of her depths. Shoto was hot against her and then he was slowly slipping deeper and deeper. They both moaned at the sensation as she began to stretch and spread wide to accommodate his girth. "You're in control of this, my love. The pace, the depth. It's all for you to set." Y/N moaned out as she shook and lowered herself to sheathe him entirely. The bi-colored haired male nearly rolled his eyes back enraptured in the pleasure and couldn't bite back the curse that slipped from his lips. "Fuck." Then Y/N began at a slow, deep, intimate pace that had both of their minds and nerve-endings reeling. That soon melted away though as they began to fall to their needs, and the soft fleshy sounds of their love-making filled their secluded area. "Unh, baby~" Shoto moaned out, gripping her hips tightly as he pulled her down to meet his urgent thrusts. As her head tilted back, he took the opportunity to suck a dark bruise into the silky skin of her neck. Y/N's back was arching and he moaned at the pure sight of her. "I can't take it anymore, my love. Hang on." He paused their movements before he laid out the top of his uniform on the ground behind her. "I can't get enough of you like this. Need more." Shoto pushed Y/N back onto his top gently before he had her pressed into the mating press position, not daring to remove himself from her, despite the slight discomfort of shifting. Shoto pushed until his pelvis was flush against her and she groaned at the feeling of being so full, causing him to twitch slightly. Y/N stared up at him with deeply glazed eyes and once he drew back, she was all but pouting as he pushed himself back in. "You take me so well, my love. You're just made for me." he praised, stroking a cheek with a starting-to-get-icy hand. She moaned at the praise and he had to let go of her hips to bury them in the dirt before he lost control of his quirk as he continued to drive into her. Y/N noticed the small clouds of their breaths as she dug her nails deeply into the skin of his back. She was feeling too good and the effort of their actions kept her from being cold to the nippy air. Shoto laced his icy hand with Y/N's by her head as he gyrated particularly deep. He groaned out loud. "My love, I won't last much longer if you keep gripping me like that." Y/N moaned beneath him and lifted the upper half of her body to sweetly kiss him. "I'm sorry. You just feel soooo goooddd. I can't help it. There's always our honeymoon and next time.~" Shoto was losing it as he heard the promise and he had to release her hand before he froze her. "Fuck." His thrusts picked up a more brisk pace. "Sho-wai-I-agh!" He moaned loudly as her heat tightened in spasms and creamed around him, some of her release even dripping onto his top below them and around his length. Y/N squirmed as he continued to thrust into her oversensitive and soaked heat. "Just a-" he shuddered out as he hit his peak, hips stuttering and pausing as his length throbbed and coated her insides with his snowy white release. The woman below him moaned at the feeling of his cream and he removed himself, blushing furiously at the soft flood that tried to follow as he glanced at her entrance to ensure he hadn't hurt her. Shoto huffed slightly as he noticed his right hand and part of the ground had frozen together. Y/N giggling sweetly below him made his cheek burn slightly as he got himself free. "Are you okay? Can you stand?" There he was, back to normal Shoto, but his eyes always told you everything. "Yeah. Give me just a few minutes, darling." --- The two of you redressed quickly, though Todoroki was sans shirt due to the mess you two had created on his shirt. "I can get another. I'm just going to burn this and we'll pretend it got ripped or something," he spoke, alighting the crumpled garment in his left palm. Y/N cleared her throat softly, slightly embarrassed and attempted to fix her hair. Shoto reached to touch her and his eyes widened as a loud electrostatic discharge 'POP' went of with a bit of a blue spark. "O-ow." "B-baby! I'm sorry!" A chuckle cut Y/N off. "It's alright, my love. At least you didn't strike me down with lightning like you did to yourself the first time we worked together. Though, I may need to invest in an ESD bracelet for future reference." --- Y/N and Shoto were found by none other than Deku and a few other friends who helped to get them out. The shirt excuse would have been bought if not for the angry nail marks down Todoroki's back. Cue everyone's embarrassment and trying not to say anything. Shoto got Y/N the ring of her dreams and she was happily content with the man of her dreams. Her pregnancy was announced soon after her honeymoon and Endeavor wasn't too happy but Shoto was Shoto about it. He kind of liked being a rebel and pissing his dad off. Although technically, Y/N had conceived before the honeymoon. ;)

#shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x oc #shoto todoroki x you #TASTETHEPEPPERMINT #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha imagines #shoto todoroki imagine #todoroki smut

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duhragonball · 3 years

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (150/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation. This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: This story takes place about 1000 years before 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[24 December, Age 762. Planet Namek.]

Luffa was the Legendary Super Saiyan.

And then she wasn't.

A harrowing battle on the Planet Nagaoka had left her power exhausted, and then a wish on a magic dragon brought her centuries into the future, where she recruited into a temporal police force. During a mission on the Planet Namek, she was horrified to discover that the Saiyans of the future knew nothing about her. She was neither legendary, nor super.

And now, thanks to the body-swapping technique of Captain Ginyu, she was no longer a Saiyan either. She watched helplessly as her own body attacked Son Goku.

"I was going to take your body!" Ginyu said as he battered Goku's forearms with Luffa's fists. "But then what's-her-name spoiled my shot! But I gotta admit, I could get used to this!"

Luffa looked at her hands, which were actually the hands of Captain Ginyu. He was over two meters tall, with purple skin an a swollen cranium adorned with two black horns. Luffa's eyes went wide with fear. There was no tail, or even a phantom pain one might expect to sense when one's tail was removed. Everything felt... wrong. Her senses reeled with the conflicting ki signature of this alien body. It might have been easier to adjust if she had been stuck in a body from a species she was more familiar with. But she had no idea what sort of life form Ginyu's body was supposed to be.

And suddenly, it dawned on Luffa that Captain Ginyu probably had no idea either. This couldn't have been the first time he had used this trick. It was the perfect secret weapon. If he ever faced an enemy that was too much for him, he could turn the tables and increase his power with a single stroke. This giant purple creature couldn't have been Ginyu's original body. It had to be the body of one of his enemies. Ginyu probably stole it on a whim, and knew nothing about its homeworld, or its culture, or anything...

Then she finally noticed Guldo and Jeice flanking her.

"Not so tough now are ya?" Jeice asked. "Did a real number on Burter a minute ago, but now? Looks like yer luck's changed, hasn't it? Yeah, changed to bad luck, that is."

"Enough!" Guldo seethed. "Let's just put this creep down, once and for all!"

To her credit, Luffa still had enough wherewithal to defend herself, but the body of Captain Ginyu was too bulky and strange for her to use well. Worse, she was having trouble focusing on anything but the existential horror of being trapped outside of her own body, with no way to return. Only Ginyu knew the secret of this power, and he would never be foolish enough to switch back. A chill ran down her spine as the realization settled in. She was trapped. Trapped!

And this state of terror proved to be Luffa's downfall. Guldo kept her in check with his psychic powers, and Jeice teed off with some of his ki attacks, but this was a formality, whether they understood it or not. Luffa was already beaten.

"Crusher Ball!" Jeice shouted as he launched a globe of red energy at her. Luffa struggled for all she was worth, but there was no escape. Her telepathic powers and guile had helped her escape Guldo's psi-lock before, but that was in her own body, and Guldo wouldn't fall for the same trick twice. Jeice's attack connected, and she blacked out from the pain...

[27 February, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

...And then Luffa found herself back in the Time Nest. To her relief, she was also back in her own body. She was hurt, but not as badly as she had been in Ginyu's flesh. She stared at her hands, which were now shaking uncontrollably.

"Wh-what happened?" As she asked the question, she suddenly realized how dry her throat was, and how small and pathetic her voice sounded.

"Nothing good, I'm afraid," Trunks said. She was sitting on the floor of the Time Vault, beside one of the stools at the large octagonal table in the center of the room. He loomed over her like a long shadow, then reached down to help her up.

She didn't take his hand.

"I... I... was..."

"The short version is this: you got your butt kicked," Trunks said. He eventually gave up on pulling her up by the hand, and crouched down to scoop her up in his arms. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No!" Luffa shouted. "I mean... I'm fine! I'm fine!"

She swatted his hands away, and Trunks backed off and left her where she was. "Look, I don't know what went wrong out there," he said, "but you're not 'fine'. Luffa, we need to get you checked out..."

"I don't need your help!" Luffa screamed. She started grabbing at her short black hair and making snarling noises that sounded like gears grinding together.

"Luffa, you're hyperventilating!" Trunks said. "Let me--"

He reached out to her again, only this time she scrambled to her feet, knocking over one of the stools.

"Get away from me, you bastard!" she shrieked.

"Not until you've calmed down," Trunks said firmly. "I can't let you run amok in the Time Vault--"

He took one step forward, and she threw a punch at his face. The impact sounded like thunder.

Trunks didn't budge. Luffa pulled her hand back and bared her teeth. She wasn't sure whether to back off or to try again. He wasn't even bothering to defend himself. In her present condition, he probably didn't need to.

"If that helps," Trunks said, "then keep going. As long as you don't damage the Time Vault, you can hit me as much as you like."

"Your father was a coward and royalist fool!" Luffa screamed. It had nothing to do with the matter at hand, but she felt the need to shout something at him.

"I know exactly who my father is," Trunks said evenly. "Believe what you want to believe. Nothing you say about him alters the truth."

"What gives you the right to stand here and choose these jobs?" Luffa seethed.

"I did."

They both turned to find the Supreme Kai of Time had entered the room. There was neither mirth nor anger on her face, but a look of abiding concern. Trunks bowed his head as she approached.

"I don't allow fighting in the Time Vault," she said. "Trunks knows this, Luffa, but you're new, so I thought I should mention it. Can you fill me in on what's been going on?"

"It's my fault," Trunks said. "I should have pulled Luffa out of there the moment her earpiece stopped working, but I couldn't find her at first, and then she seemed to do so well afterward."

"Don't make excuses for me, you--"

Chronoa held out her hand to Luffa. "You're hurt," she said. "I can take care of that."

"Wait!" Trunks said. "You don't need to do that! The hospital--!"

"It's all right, Trunks," she said without looking away from Luffa. "I know what I'm doing. And I think this might help Luffa trust us a little better."

Luffa wanted to refuse her, to slap her hand away and scream obscenities at them both. And yet, in spite of her turmoil, there was an even greater dread beneath it. Toki Toki City was the only life she had left. If she turned against the Time Patrol now, what was left for her? Where else could she go?

Reluctantly, she took Chronoa's hand into her own.

"She's hurt pretty badly," Trunks warned her. "You should sit down, at least."

"I'll be all right," Chronoa said. She closed her hand around Luffa's, and placed her other hand on Luffa's shoulder. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated.

The sensation was very similar to the healing effect produced by Pulmon, the Namekian healer from the Toki Toki City Hospital. Luffa closed her own eyes and took a deep breath as she tried to relax. Gradually, the aches and pains faded, and the cuts and abrasions on Luffa's skin were reversed. The mental wounds remained, however, but with her body restored, Luffa could at least see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Luffa finally opened her eyes, only to find Chronoa wincing in pain. It looked as though she had gotten into a fight of her own during those few minutes. The wounds looked familiar to Luffa, and then she realized the Kai's body was hurt in the exact same places that Luffa had been. The Namekian healer's power was nothing like this.

"What did you...?" Luffa asked as Chronoa withdrew her hands.

"Supreme Kai!" Trunks said as he reached out to steady her.

"I'll be all right," Chronoa said. "You weren't kidding, Trunks. She was in rough shape. I'd better head for the hospital myself..."

"I don't understand," Luffa said.

"She has the power to heal," Trunks explained, "but it's an empathic ability. To mend your injuries, she has to take your pain as her own."

"That's crazy!" Luffa shouted. She followed Trunks as he led the Kai to the nearest stool. "You shouldn't have done that! Not when the hospital--!"

"H-here... in the Time Patrol," Chronoa said, "we take care of each other. I can see... that you're deeply troubled. I can't take that pain from you, but... but I can share some of your burden. Now... can you tell us what happened?"

Luffa regarded her for a moment, and felt ashamed of herself for lashing out at them. Despite Trunks fretting over her, Chronoa seemed to bear Luffa's wounds with greater dignity and strength than Luffa had done. She wanted to run and hide in her apartment, but Chronoa had made her point. The least Luffa could do was to honor the Kai's sacrifice with a field report.

"Vegeta was influenced by the enemy's power," Luffa began. "So I went after him first. Then Recoome attacked me. He burned out my earpiece, so I lost contact with Trunks."

"Y-you were right," Chronoa said to Trunks. "You should have pulled her out then and there."

"I'm sorry," Trunks said.

"Kakarot showed up," Luffa continued, "and we fought the Ginyu Force. We thought Vegeta was going to fight alongside us, but he turned and fled. Then Ginyu came back with reinforcements. A few dozen guys from Frieza's spaceship. They were all infected with the enemy's power."

"A few dozen?" Trunks repeated.

"It sounds like whoever's behind this is getting bolder," Chronoa said. She held her ribs and took short shallow breaths. She was a very small woman, even compared to Luffa. It pained her to see the Kai hurt like this. It bothered her even more to know that she was directly responsible for the pain Chronoa was now experiencing.

"Kakarot and I fought them off," Luffa said, "but then I caught Ginyu using that technique of his. The one we saw in the scroll, where he switches bodies. I knew it would mess things up if he swapped with Kakarot, so I tried to stop him... only I ended up in the line of fire myself."

"Ginyu swapped bodies with you?" Trunks asked.

"And then his cronies finished me off," Luffa said. "I couldn't... there was nothing I could do. They would have killed me if you hadn't brought me back here."

"We didn't bring you back," Trunks said. "The Scroll of Eternity does that automatically when you die during a mission."

"Die?" Luffa asked.

"Not literally, I mean," Trunks said. "When you use the Scroll of Eternity to travel back in time, your ability to alter history is limited. That's why you could participate in that battle on Namek without changing the past. If you get hurt badly enough on a mission, the Scroll will pull you back for your own safety."

"Then... then we can try again?" Luffa asked. "I think if I start over, maybe I can--"

Trunks shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea," he said. "You've had a rough time of it, Luffa. Shenron may have chosen you to be my partner on this case, but I can't keep putting you in danger like this."

"No," Chronoa said. "I'm afraid we don't have a choice, Trunks. At least, not as far as Captain Ginyu is concerned."

They both looked at the Kai, who was now leaning on Trunks' arm for support.

"We can't send Luffa back to the beginning of the mission," she explained. "If we do, we risk jeopardizing the progress she's already made in correcting the flow of history. And we can't send another Patroller in her place, for the same reason."

"That's fine," Luffa said. "Now that I've seen Ginyu's trick, I'll be able to avoid it, and--"

"It's not that simple Luffa," Chronoa said. "At least, not in this case. When you resume the mission, you'll be going back to the moment when you left. That means you'll be back in Captain Ginyu's body. Whatever happens next, you'll need to proceed from that status. I'm sorry."

"The enemy must have been counting on this to happen," Trunks said. "That's why they chose that particular moment in history. They knew if Captain Ginyu used his ability, it would make our job a lot harder, leaving them free to move on to their next target."

"We're in a pinch, sure, but it's not all bad..." Chronoa said. She looked up at Luffa and smiled. "It'll be difficult to win, but you've still got Goku and the others to help you. It might take a few tries to get it right, but I know you can do it."

"A few tries?!" Luffa said. "You've got to be kidding. I could barely control myself in that purple meathead's body, and you want me to go back?"

"We can't send anyone else in," Trunks said. "If the body-change weren't involved, things would be different, but our priority is to contain the changes to the timeline. If we send a second patroller in now, it could destabilize the flow of time in that era."

Chronoa nodded. "It's a risk we can't afford. I'm sorry, Luffa. I know how difficult this must be for you, but there's no other way--"

"No!" Luffa shouted. "I'm sick of hearing that! You're a god, aren't you? You told me this whole city sits outside of time, right? But it all depends on me putting myself through that again? You're insane! Both of you!"

Trunks was about to speak up, to chastise her for stepping out of line, but before he could speak, Luffa ran out of the room, knocking over one of the stools along the way.

"Hey!" was all Trunks managed to say, and then Chronoa gestured for him to stop before he could run after her.

"Trunks. Let her go," she said.

"But no one else can finish the mission! We need her--!"

"Exactly," Chronoa said. "We need her. She's got to work this out for herself. Besides, I still need some medical attention, remember?"

"Oh! Oh, of course!" Trunks said. "Right away."

*******

Luffa spent the next two hours in the shower. There wasn't any particular reason for this. Having nowhere else to go, she returned to her apartment in Toki Toki City, and then she retreated into the bathroom, and then she retreated further still behind shower curtain. The running water offered a distraction, at any rate.

She felt sick and ashamed of herself. It wasn't just the trauma of switching bodies with Ginyu, although that certainly crystallized the panic and fear she had been dealing with all along. Luffa was trapped in the future, a future where her former glory had been nearly forgotten. Her friends and family were all dead, and it seemed that all she had left was herself. Now they wanted her to give that up along with everything else.

She had seen the resentment in Trunks' eyes. He only cared about getting the job done for his precious Kai, and all she cared about was the preservation of a history that Luffa had never known. And what was so great about it anyway? Who was to say that the changes being made weren't for the better? Luffa hadn't given the matter much thought before now. It had been a lot simpler when it was just a matter of busting heads. But now...

Her hands were still shaking. She couldn't remember the last time it had been this bad. Centuries ago, her wife had rubbed scented oils into Luffa's palms and whispered gentle words into her ear. None of it actually helped, but it was the thought that counted, the idea that she wasn't alone in her suffering.

And then she remembered how the Kai had healed Luffa's wounds. Not only healed them, but took the damage onto her own body in exchange.

Luffa didn't want to think about that. She curled up on the tile floor around the drain, and shut her eyes tightly. She didn't want to think about how small the Supreme Kai of Time was. Or how there was no hesitation or fear when she used that empathic power. Or how she endured Luffa's pain with a friendly smile on her face.

It wasn't fair. Luffa wasn't the strongest, not anymore. So why did she still have to be responsible for these kinds of things? Hadn't she done enough? How far was she supposed to take this? How much more would she be expected to sacrifice?

"Hey."

Luffa's eyes snapped open and she sat up and backed to the far corner of the shower. "What the hell!" she shrieked.

It was her roommate. Jayncho simply stood there, holding the shower curtain in one hand as she leaned inside to see what was going on.

"I knocked, but you didn't answer," she said glumly. "I wasn't sure there was anyone in here."

"I locked the door, dammit!" Luffa yelled. She was suddenly grateful that she hadn't bothered to change out her tattered clothes. They were thoroughly soaked by now, but it was far better than the alternative.

"I thought you might have locked yourself out and then left," Jayncho said.

"How did you even get in here?" Luffa asked. The bathroom door was still closed.

"Slid underneath," Jayncho said. The Majin woman was a shapeshifter, and Luffa was still getting used to that idea. Even now, as she noticed Jayncho's black one-piece swimsuit and an inflatable inner tube with a bird's head sticking out of it, Luffa had to wonder if those were actual clothes, or just part of Jayncho's flesh, made to resemble clothing.

"What do you want?" Luffa asked, now more exasperated than furious.

"The shower," Jayncho said. "If you're done, that is. Not used to sharing, really. I've never had a roommate before. Do all Saiyans spend this long in the shower? Nothing wrong with that, I guess. I just didn't know."

"No..." Luffa said after a long pause. "No, we don't. I was just... Never mind. I'll leave you to it."

She rose to her feet and shut off the tap. The hard part was getting around Jayncho while she was holding the pool toy around her waist. Luffa didn't understand what it was for, and wasn't particularly interested in finding out.

"Wait," Luffa said, just as she was about to unlock the door.

"What?" Jayncho asked.

"What does everyone do around here?" Luffa asked. "Everyone here is a Time Patroller, right? So why am I the only one going on these missions?"

Jayncho shrugged. "Lot of things, I guess. Research. Investigations. Upkeep on the city is a whole thing by itself."

"What do you do, then?" Luffa asked.

Jayncho shrugged again. "PQ's, mostly. If you get bored, that's a good way to kill an afternoon. I'd show you, but... I won't."

Luffa nodded and opened the door, leaving Jayncho to her shower.

Before she could step out of the door, she noticed something strange out of the corner of her eye. Luffa turned, and saw Jayncho melting her entire body. Within seconds, Jayncho--swimsuit, pool toy, and all-- collapsed into a puddle of red liquid, and she began to flow through the drain. A moment later, and there was no trace of Jayncho at all.

Luffa made an audible gulp and hurried to her bedroom to change into some dry clothes.

*******

It didn't take Luffa very long to find the PQ station. There was a whole section of the city devoted to this, and crowds of people were gathered outside the registration counter to participate. Luffa felt out of place in the crowd, but she had already tried solitude and found very little solace there. She needed something to do, and there was usually some sort of action to be found in large gatherings like this one.

"Is this your first time?"

A man tapped Luffa on the shoulder, and it startled Luffa so much that she nearly jumped.

"Whoa, sorry there," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't," Luffa said indignantly. "I was just... distracted."

"It's cool. My boyfriend's a Saiyan like you. Seems like he's always half a world away, too. Hey, Mosh! Over here!"

Mosh was tall and had a wiry physique. His fluffy black hair was bundled up behind his head in a ponytail, and his tail was wrapped firmly around the beltline of his armored vest. He wore a scouter device similar to the one used by Frieza's men, but this one extended across both eyes and ears, and looked more like an expensive pair of sunglasses with rose-colored lenses.

"You find us a partner, Ravi?" he asked as he waved hello.

Ravi was shorter than Mosh, but still taller than Luffa. He elbowed Mosh in the ribs. "Can we at least get to know her first before we jump right into that?" he asked.

Mosh rubbed his hands through the bleach blonde curls on Ravi's head. "She's a Saiyan, right?" he asked. "What else do we gotta know?"

Ravi chuckled. "Sorry about him, he's just rude like that."

"Nah, you're outnumbered now, Ravi," Mosh said. "With the Saiyans, small talk is rude. You wanna be polite, you gotta throw up your hands and say 'wanna fight?'"

Luffa couldn't help but smile a little. "He's not wrong," she said to Ravi.

"Oh, is that so?" Ravi asked. "Then how do Saiyans introduce themselves, Mosh?"

"Aw, that's easy," Mosh said. "What you do is you put up your dukes, just like this--" He held his closed fists close to his own face. "Then you look her in the eye and go: Tell me your name, warrior, so that I'll have something to call you when I tell others of my glorious victory."

Part of Luffa wanted to play along with this, but she just couldn't find the words. "I'm Luffa," she said. "Sorry, maybe I'm not up for this. My roommate told me I could find a little action here, but I'm not sure I'm ready for this..."

"It's cool, Luffa," Ravi said. "Maybe you just need some time. Your ki feels kind of choppy, if you don't mind me saying so. I know some guided meditation techniques that could help--"

"Aw, not again, Ravi," Mosh groaned. "You always gotta show off that fancy New Crane School diploma, don't you?"

Ravi gestured at his green gi. The fabric only went over one shoulder, exposing the right side of his chest. Luffa noticed something iridescent in the fabric, which added a little flair to anyone who happened to be looking Ravi when the angle of the light changed.

"You're just jealous because I look so good in this," Ravi insisted. "But I forgot, I'm outnumbered. What do the Saiyans do in situations like this?"

"Simple," Mosh said. "Girl needs a breather, she might as well join us on a PQ." He gestured to Luffa. "You can chill out and watch us do the mission, and if the mood strikes you, you'll be right where you need to be. How about it?"

"Well... yeah, I guess that sounds okay," Luffa said. "I need to see how these things work, anyway."

Ravi was amazed. "You've got to be kidding me!" he said to Mosh. "Since when were you so good with people?!"

"I told you, babe," Mosh said. "She's a Saiyan. Me and her are on the same wavelength, that's all."

Ravi eyed Luffa with mock-suspicion. "Did he put you up to this, Luffa?" he asked. "Be honest. If you don't feel safe, just blink once for yes, twice for no, okay?"

Luffa chuckled in spite of herself, and followed them to the registration desk.

*******

"So, long story short," Mosh said, "There's these things called 'Runaway Time Fragments.' When the Time Patrol cleans up an anomaly or a change in history, it can create after-effects. Some are easier to deal with than others. The ones that need some, ahh, percussive maintenance? Those get assigned to us."

"I still don't get how fighting can fix a time anomaly," Luffa said. "Not that I'm complaining, but it doesn't make sense."

The three of them were gathered around an egg-shapped vehicle parked on the Time Plaza. The top section was covered with a blue canopy, just large enough for three passengers to fit inside. Four struts protruded out of the sides of the fuselage, making the whole thing look like an oddly-shaped insect. Ravi opened the hatch and they all squeezed inside.

"It's complicated," Ravi said as he activated the controls, "but I'll give you my take on it, if you're interested."

"Sure," Luffa said as the canopy lowered over their heads. She noticed Mosh had to stoop quite a bit to fit inside.

"Time, well, it's a lot like a river. What happens upstream defines what will happen downstream," he began. As he spoke, the machine began to levitate and the view of the Time Plaza outside suddenly vanished, leaving only a nondescript swirl of colors in its place.

"It's easy to think of a river as being simple. Like, uh-huh, big deal, it's just water moving down the path of least resistance," Ravi said. "Divert the path, and it flows somewhere else. But there's a whole world in a river. Think about all the things that live up in there, and the sediment along the banks. And it doesn't just flow in one direction, no. You can have eddies and counter-currents along the way. Most of that is natural, and it's the Supreme Kai of Time's job to preserve that natural flow."

"Way I heard it," Mosh added, "she used to do it all by herself, for millions of years."

"Sometimes the flow gets choked off in places, or diverted where it isn't supposed to go," Ravi went on. "She can set things right--don't ask me how-- but even setting things right can have unwanted side-effects. It's like using a squeegee to clean up spilled water. You can shove the spill around, but a little of it always goes off where you don't want it to go. So you have to go back and shove that part too, and so on."

"Okay, but how does fighting figure into it?" Luffa asked.

"Same way fighting figures into everything else," Mosh said. "The really big changes usually involve some kind of conflict. Wars, invasions, duels, revolutions. The Time Fragments are leftover moments from a spill. The little ones aren't hard to deal with, but the big ones? Now, those have enough conflict in 'em that they could escalate. But if we defuse those conflicts--the hard way-- then it keeps them from breaking out and contaminating the rest of the timeline."

"Not bad," Ravi said. "I didn't know you knew so much about Time Fragments, Mosh."

"Took a training course at the annex, that's all," Mosh said.

The view from the canopy had changed once again, and they appeared to have arrived at a rocky wasteland. Ravi used the controls to unlock the hatch, but Mosh shoved it open, as he was anxious to get outside and stand up straight.

"This looks like the place on Earth where I fought Vegeta," Luffa said.

"The Gizard Wasteland," Mosh said. "Lot of PQ's go down here. You got assigned to a mission here?"

"Yeah," Luffa said. "Vegeta and Nappa invaded Earth, and I guess they were supposed to lose, but someone tried to rig the fight."

"I hadn't seen anything about that," Mosh said. He shared a concerned look with Ravi. "Stay on your toes, you hear me? This might be a little different than what we're used to."

"Relax," Ravi said. "We're strong enough to handle this, or the robots wouldn't have authorized us to go on this mission. You just chill out with the time machine, Luffa. This shouldn't take long. Ooh, speak of the devil."

Both men's scouters suddenly chirped, and yellow characters appeared in the eyepieces, though Luffa couldn't make out the readings. Mosh pointed to the southeast. "Got three bogies coming in from this side. Fourth one behind that rocky formation out there."

"Setting up an ambush, maybe?" Ravi suggested.

"Mm-hm. Let's take out his crew first," Mosh said, "and see how he reacts."

Luffa sat down in the shadow of the time machine and made herself comfortable. There was something pleasant about seeing them work, and that made it easier for her to stay on the sidelines and take it in. She recognized the "crew" as more of the Saibamen she had fought in her previous mission. Mosh and Ravi defeated them with ease.

"Piece of cake," Ravi said as they flew back to the time machine. "The robots who handle the PQ database figure out when and where to send us, and all we have to do is defeat the enemies. In this case, looks like it was just some rogue Saibamen. No trouble for us, but if they ran loose in this Time Fragment for long enough, they could cause trouble for the Earth."

"That'd be something," Mosh said. "Imagine a Saibaman taking over the whole planet."

"What about their leader?" Luffa asked. She could still sense the ki of the fourth one. Whoever it was, they hadn't moved from their hiding place.

"Yeah, I guess he wasn't in league with those Saibamen after all," Mosh said. "Might be a coincidence. We should go check it out."

But before they could move out, their scouters chirped again, and Luffa could sense the enemy approaching. "Looks like he's not waiting around," Ravi said. "I can't recognize the ki of this one. It's like an Earthling's, but... different somehow."

"What would an Earthling be doing out here alone?" Luffa asked, but there was no time for anyone to answer. Their mysterious foe suddenly appeared right in front of them, his massive form blocking out the mid-day sun.

"What the--?" Mosh said.

"M-master Chiaotzu?" Ravi asked.

Luffa didn't recognize him until Ravi said the name. She had briefly fought alongside a band of Earthling warriors during one of her Time Patrol missions. There, the one called Chiaotzu was the smallest of their number. His bone-white skin was interrupted only by a pair of red spots on his cheeks, and between that and his ominous thousand-meter stare, he had seemed more like a mythical creature than a flesh-and-blood humanoid.

But here, in this time fragment, Chiaotzu was much, much larger. He was at least as tall as Mosh, but with a much thicker musculature. His gaze was as inscrutable as ever, but this time there was malice in his expression, and a red gleam in his eyes.

"Watch out!" Luffa warned them, "he's going to--!"

The word "attack" never made it out of Luffa's mouth, as Chiaotzu unleashed a powerful wave of destructive energy from his body. She managed to block the brunt of it, but couldn't resist the force of the blast, and found herself tumbling backward. By the time she managed to right herself, she looked around and saw Ravi lying face down on the ground, while Mosh was in the air, fighting a desperate battle against this strange new Chiaotzu.

As Luffa rushed to Ravi's side, she spared a moment of concern for their time machine, but then she spotted it in the same place they had left it. She supposed that the Time Patrol had designed it for these kinds of battles, but all that mattered was that there would be a way to get Ravi to safety if it came to that.

"He's been possessed!" Luffa said breathlessly as she knelt down at Ravi's side. "I've seen this before on other missions, but it looks like it's transformed him somehow."

"Luffa, you've got to... get out of here," Ravi said. "He's too strong. Taught me... everything I know... Mosh can't hold him off for long."

He was right. Luffa could tell that, in spite of Mosh's valiant effort, that he was outmatched, and it was only a matter of time. She decided the best thing to do would be to load Ravi in the time machine where he would be relatively safe. But when she tried to scoop him up in her arms, she found it nearly impossible to move. It was similar to Guldo's paralysis technique, including the rising panic Luffa felt as she struggled in vain against it.

"Luffa, hurry!" Ravi gasped.

"I... I-can't!" Luffa grunted. All she could manage was to lift her head up to see the battle overhead. Mosh was clutching his arm, and Chiaotzu raised his index finger. A bright light appeared at the tip, and it seemed that he was ready to deliver the final blow...

NEXT: Menace of the Mega-Chiaotzu!

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #luffa #captain ginyu #jeice #guldo #trunks #supreme kai of time #ravi #mosh #chiaotzu #toki toki city #namek #earth #jayncho #finally got the fic synced up between tumblr and ao3

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A Tangled Summoner - Chapter 1

At night in Tokyo, a lone schoolgirl dressed in a school attire wearing a bowler hat lies at a park, with no memories of her previous life. As she begins to wake up, she surveys her surroundings to find that the place she was at didn't seem familiar to her at all.

???:"What happened...Where..am I?"

As she starts to get up from the ground and dust herself off, a masculine, gruff voice coming from her head under the hat spoke.

???:"So you're finally awake, huh kid."

???: "Samson, is that you?"

Samson:"Who else, Filia?"

Samson, Filia's hair parasite occupies her own head, and acts as her hair, with yellow eyes and sharp teeth, with an abnormally long tongue if he ever stuck it out.

As Filia begins to walk along the gravel path of the park, she questions Samson about their whereabouts.

Filia:"Hey Samson, do you know this place?"

Samson:"Hell if I know, kid. All I know is that we're not in New Meridian anymore, that's for sure."

Frowning at this, Filia ponders and then ask,

Filia:"Then how did we end up her..",

but before she could finish her sentence on wondering how her and Samson arrived in this strange new place...

???:"Oof!!"

Filia:"Ahhh!!"

Someone had bumped into her, sending both Filia and the person flying onto the ground, with her hat coming off.

???:"Oww...What did I bumped into? Ah, s-sorry! I don't know who you are but are you okay!?"

As the person comes towards Filia to help her up and return her hat towards her while brushing away the dirt on it, she notices that he was also wearing a school uniform that she was unfamiliar with, with a chubby body and physique, and matching amber hair and eyes to boot.

Filia:"Oooh..."

Groggily standing up, Filia wanted to thank and ask him who he was and why did he bump into her, although Samson had other ideas about asking this kid who the hell does he think he is, bumping into his host like that? He's going to teach this brat a lesson. But before they could voice their opinions..

???:"Human...Human...flesh!!"

A large, red orc carrying a big club, wearing nothing but a colored loin cloth appears and approaches towards them.

Filia:”A..a..A monster?!?”

Samson(Thinking): What the hell?!?

???:"Ack! We got better stuff to do right now! Let's get outta here!"

Grabbing her hand and running off, the boy drags Filia towards places where he believes that they would be able to escape from but...

???:"Ugh...there's nowhere else to run! I was just trying to take a shortcut to the station and I had to run into a stray Transient!"

Red Oni:"Grraaaagh!!!!!"

???:“Ekkkkk!!!”

Filia:“Oh no!!”

Samson(Thinking):We're doomed.

As the Oni approaches towards them both closer, the boy moves forward towards the Transient, which shocks both Filia and Samson.

???:"Stay back! If you're not a Transient yourself, you don't stand a chance against one!"

Filia:.....

Filia, touched and inspired by his kindness and bravery for trying to protect her, walks forward in front of him, challenging the Oni herself instead.

Filia:"Why don't you take on someone your own size?"

???:!?

Red Oni:!?!

As everyone is shocked by Filia's comment and decision to stay back and fight rather than run away, Samson begins to whisper to Filia about her decision.

Samson(Whisper):"Filia!! What are you doing!?! You should have taken the kids' chance to bail!!”

Filia(Whisper):"Sorry Samson, but you know I'm not that kind of person, and I can't just leave him. Not after when he tried his best to save me even though he was afraid, and just now when he tried to selflessly offered to sacrifice himself to make sure I was safe, even though that's something I won't ever let happen in the first place, not when we have the power to fight back. Not when we have each other."

Samson(Whisper):"Great..just great...there's no talking you outta this one huh?"

Filia(Whisper):"Sorry Samson, but we're going to protect him."

Hearing how determined Filia was about this, Samson grumbled, and following with a resigned sigh answered,

Samson(Whisper):“Fine. Let's take this big guy down together, since it’s been a long time since I’ve let loose, so this should be fun. When you're ready kid, just say the word.”

As the oni prepares to charge towards the the pair to attack, he bellows out,

Red Oni:“You get in way? Then I eat you first!! Grrraaaaarh!!!!”

What happened next though was something both the Oni and boy didn’t expect, as Filia calls out Samson’s name with confidence, as he burst out of the hat, destroying it in the process.

Filia:"Let's go Samson!!"

Samson:"Hell yeah!!"

???: “Huh!?!”

On the other hand, regaining himself rather quickly, the Oni declares,

Red Oni:“It no matter...who you are….I will defeat you....and then eat you!!!”

Samson:“Just try it, bub!!”

{Skullgirls OST #6 - Moonlit Melee} ‘Ladies & Gentleman It’s...SHOWTIME!!!’

The Oni charges towards Filia with the club in hand, ready to smash her into a pulp as Filia meanwhile goes down on the ground in a relaxing position with Samson digging deep into the surface below, creating a twisting spike of hair that come out of the ground right in front of the Oni, catching him off guard.

Filia:“Surprise.”

Samson:“Ringlet Spike!!”

As the Oni was off-balanced, wasting no time, Filia calls out to Samson, for the next set of commands.

Filia:“Let’s go!!”

Samson:“Got it!! Airball!!”

Grabbing her by the left ankle, Samson flips Filia over into the air and quickly cocoons her by transforming into a spiked, razor-sharp ball of hair that travels in the air straight towards the Oni, landing multiple hits just below the collar bone. As Filia emerges from the ball, Samson quickly transforms once again into a giant spider and grabs the Oni before he hits the ground, lifts and throws the Oni up into the air, only to grab him once more as he comes back down and slams him onto the ground as hard as possible.

Samson:“Widows Peak!!”

Red Oni:“Guh!!”

Throughout the battle, the mysterious boy watches on in awe as he mutters to himself,

???: “Just who are you?”

As the Oni lays on the ground, without missing a beat, Filia lifts up her right leg in the air as Samson covers it with her hair and spins, turning her leg into a deadly drill, and just before descending down onto the Oni,

Filia:“Please make sure not to kill him Samson.”

Samson: “I know. I’ll try.”

With that, Filia declares her final command to finish the fight.

Filia:“I’m ready!!”

As those word left her mouth, Filia quickly plunges down right onto the Oni, who upon impact, let’s out a mighty roar.

Red Oni:“OOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

‘It’s Super Effective!!’{End Track}

After the battle had ended, Filia with a worrisome look and a guilty conscience, removes herself off on top of the Oni and proceeds to check him for the puncture wound that she might of left during her last attack, believing that her and Samson may have gone too far judging from the scream that the Oni gave out, but before could she get started, she seemed to notice that the Oni was now...glowing…???

Red Oni:“Urrrgh...”

Filia:“Ah!”

Red Oni: “I wanted to find...and serve master…even...at cost...of sanity…But now...I die..in unknown land.”

Hearing this, Filia felt immense sadness and regret for the Oni, and also berating herself for the role that she played in harming an innocent individual who just wanted a place to belong, which she emphasizes with, as she doesn’t remember her own life before Samson. Realising this, she extends her hand and says,

Filia: “Then is it okay..if I became your master instead???”

Samson:“Filia…”

As the Oni lays on the ground as Filia awaits his answer, a few tense moments pass by as the park becomes eerily quiet all of a sudden, until...

Red Oni:“No...you can’t...it..impossible…”

Filia:“Oh….”

Feeling herself deflated, the Oni was now starting to glow more brightly and appeared to be transparent now as Filia now noticed.

Filia(Thinking):What’s..happening?? Is he...disappearing?? If that’s true, then..

Walking and kneeling towards near a top of his head, Filia softly asks the Oni,

Filia: “Would you..at least..let me have your head on my lap...as I..hold your hand, until you disappear...if you want…???”

Red Oni:“...Very well…”

Although the moment didn’t last for long, if only for a few seconds, the Oni’s simple thanks of gratitude before he disappeared in a blinding light, was able to help Filia find solace upon her actions on the Oni himself, if only for a while.

Red Oni:“Ah...I finally go...back home...Thank you..and..goodbye.”

Filia(Softly):“Goodbye…”

With the disappearance of the Oni, as Filia stood up a voice behind her says,

???:“D-did that Stray Transient just disappear?”

Turning around with a somber face, Filia answers the question towards the mysterious boy that she just saved with a somber voice,

Filia:“Yes.”

???: “Hey, are you okay??”

The boy worried, digs into his pockets and takes out a piece of candy which he hands over towards Filia, which gets a smile from her.

???: “Hope this makes you feel better.”

Filia:“Thank you.”

???: “Anyways, I gotta thank you first. Thanks for saving my butt!! I’m Ryota. Ryota Yakushimaru!”

While looking at Ryota’s cheerful, smiling face, Filia couldn’t help but smile as well as she then introduced herself.

Filia:“Hi Ryota it’s nice to meet you! My name is Filia!!”

Character Bio: Filia

Gender: Female

D.O.B: March 16th

Age: 16

Blood Type: AB

Height: 5'4

Weight: 142 lbs

Likes: eating, coffee, milkshakes, reading and learning, radio dramas, comics, romance novels, and dogs.

Dislikes: Samson’s bluffing and gambling, seeing innocents get hurt, hair getting tangled, being lied to, and side effects of Samson's parasitism.

Fighting Style: Although Filia and Samson are strong, both are incompetent on fighting together as both do not know how to fight. As both of them are aware of this, Filia relies on Samson utilizing her hair to transform into varieties of different shapes and sizes to deliver strong, offensive attacks and quick mobility to quickly overwhelm the opponent, with little to no regard to defenses except for their quick reflexes to block or dodge attacks. With this rushdown rough and tumble style, if Filia is able to land a hit on her opponents, a bad hair day is going to be the least of their worries.

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #skullgirls #crossover #fanfic #archiveofmyown #preview for fic by posting all of ch 1 #this fic was inspired by these people #dorokora #yasuyorimarriedsamo #& summonerscenarios #A Tangled Summoner

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221. Sonic the Hedgehog #153

Oh god, is Sonic, like… okay? Is he all right up there? What horrific manner of trouble did he get himself into this time to have his face become deformed like that? Also, I like how this cover implies that Sonic is being hunted down by someone shooting lasers or something, when literally nothing even close to the sort happens within the issue. I know it's perhaps getting a bit stale to point out every time the cover art doesn't reflect the stories inside, but dammit, it makes me laugh so I'm gonna keep doing it.

Songoose (Part 1 of 2)

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Ron Lim Colors: Jason Jensen

Eggman has a new agenda to enact. He's offered Nack the Weasel a large sum of money in exchange for assassinating someone very important within Knothole, and despite Nack's apparent reservations about waltzing into a place where he's wanted for quite a few crimes, he seems pretty jazzed to accept the offer nonetheless. Within Knothole, Sally has arranged a mock battle training exercise between the Freedom Fighters and the Chaotix to strengthen team bonding and combat skills, and oversees the training along with General D'Coolette, discussing the various combatants' strengths and weaknesses.

Uh oh, that doesn't sound good. In fact, at that moment they get a call from the king and queen, still halfway around the world, and apparently the king is also exhibiting similar symptoms to the general, prompting Sally to muse on whether their illnesses are related. She wonders if they should cut their trip short and return home, something which the king is against but the queen tentatively supports, but the conversation is interrupted when suddenly, the general seizes up and then collapses onto the ground. That's… probably not a good sign. Worse still, "Antoine" doesn't even seem to care, though of course we know why.

So this is actually a plot point that's kept up throughout a lot of subsequent issues - apparently, Tails' crush on Fiona is still going strong, despite the fact that he literally "fell in love" with a robot duplicate of her which had nothing in common with the real her. It's honestly a very weird detail to seize upon, as while Fiona being a real person and a unique character in her own right is interesting, and the fact that she's joined the Freedom Fighters even more so, Tails trying to like… flirt with her and become her boyfriend is just a bizarre place to take it, especially considering the age difference. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know it's not uncommon for a kid to end up with a crush on an older teenager, but multiple writers from here on out write Tails as being actually infatuated with her and unable to "let her go" after her robot duplicate broke his heart. It just doesn't feel like Tails to me and it's frustrating, to say the least. But anyway, moving on, everyone agrees it's a good idea to go to Mina's concert tonight and disperse. Sonic catches up to Fiona and tries to explain that Tails looks up to her, but she just makes a snarky comment about Sonic being one to talk about respect given how he acted the other day towards her - yeah, apparently he still hasn't told everyone that it was his evil double flirting with all the girls. Also, we never actually saw Evil Sonic come on to Fiona before, but I guess it just happened offscreen. She then admits to him that she hated him for a long time for leaving her behind in Robotnik's prison camp all those years ago, but changed her mind after seeing him sacrifice himself for the planet during the Xorda invasion, making her realize that he never left her behind on purpose. Aww, that's actually nice! Fiona has the potential to be a really interesting and complex character, and, well, honestly she's one of my favorites of the later comics, so I'm glad to see her getting more screentime.

That night, Sonic and the others show up backstage at the venue to give Mina a friendly pep talk before her show. She hugs Sonic, thanking him for the encouragement, and Ash immediately becomes very jealous and butts in to remind everyone that he's Mina's boyfriend and band manager and that she needs to go to the stage now, prompting a clueless Sonic to wonder what his problem is. However, Mina's performance actually kind of reveals that Ash has a good reason to be suspicious of her interactions with Sonic, as the sappy, lovey-dovey lyrics of her songs all reference the color blue in various ways, and are clearly influenced by her previous infatuation with Sonic. But things aren't as happy and peaceful as they seem, as a suspicious figure lurks in the crowd…

So Mina was Eggman's target, huh? Strangely enough, Nack, with a totally clear shot to the stage, misses and hits a tree several feet above and to the side of Mina. Like, it's not even played off as "oh, he was trying to make the tree fall on her, or someone bumped his elbow" or something - he just straight up misses for no reason, sets the tree on fire with the blast, and then tries to make a run for it. Some assassin you are, especially considering your alternate name is Fang the Sniper! Sonic, Bunnie, and Ash immediately race onstage to check on the startled but unharmed Mina, and Bunnie focuses on putting the fire out while Sonic races after Nack, catching and knocking him out easily. Nack wakes up hours later in Knothole's jail, where Sally and Sonic attempts to question him on his motives, and he decides to be all flippant and act like it's no big deal that he was caught, as he'd rather spend some time in prison than ruin his "cred" by giving up the name of his employer. I'm sorry, Nack, but what freaking cred are you even talking about? Like what, are you gonna go around telling prospective employers that your skill set includes missing a target forty feet away, setting a random tree on fire, and then immediately getting arrested? Sally merely points to the cell across from him, where he's quite perturbed to see the three other weasel associates who helped him kidnap her a year ago, and she invites him to go ahead and spend his time in jail sharing space with them after he knowingly left them to take the fall for his failed plan. Of course, he spills the beans on Eggman immediately.

Well… I suppose that's not even out of character for Eggman, considering his original counterpart also hated music. Sally decides to assign Sonic as Mina's personal bodyguard for now, while the other Freedom Fighters keep an eye out at the next night's concert to make sure nothing comes near Mina. Ash isn't pleased at all with Sonic being close to his girl, and stomps off, with a bemused Sonic commenting to Mina that he's pretty sure her boyfriend doesn't like him. Gee, what gave you that idea, Sonic? Sally's caution is warranted, however, as back in New Megaopolis we see Eggman preparing his next plan of attack in the wake of Nack's abysmal failure - he's rebuilt Heavy and Bomb, and is ready to sic them on Mina! Man, it's been a while since we saw those guys, huh? Now that I think about it, after they got reprogrammed by Eggman before, Sonic just kind of straight up killed them when they tried to attack the royal family, and no one seemed upset about it at all. Well, maybe with them back, they'll get a chance to be freed and find redemption… or maybe the writers still don't care and they'll get fridged again. Guess we just gotta wait and see!

Fairy Tale (or the Adventures of Pirate Sally)

Writer: Romy Chacon Pencils: Art Mawhinney Colors: Josh Ray

Wow, it's been quite some time since we last had a "telling a bedtime story based on real events in the storyline to kids" episode, huh? Apparently, Rosie's three young charges have caught a bad cold, and as she brings them medicine to try to help them sleep they all start begging for her to tell them a story. She's reluctant, claiming she's not good at stories, but relents when they persist in asking. She invents a magical world of pirates and wizards, where the "Elfen Fox" falls onto "Pirate Sally" and "B-Bot's" ship, having had one of his two magical tails stolen by the "Rogue Assassin," who doesn't really live up to her name if all she's doing is going around stealing things. Man, what is it with wildly ineffective assassins this issue? Pirate Sally and B-Bot decide to help out the fox, and along the way meet their new allies Ant the Foole and the Blue Knight, who help them defeat various baddies based on the main villains of the comic's storyline. Finally, they make it to the Evil Wizard Kintobor's lair, whom they fight against as a team and help the Elfen Fox take back his missing tail.

I actually love this story, entirely because of the way the kids just start roasting Rosie's storytelling skills as soon as the whole thing is over. Hey, look on the bright side Rosie - now that they're preoccupied with coming up with a way to fix your terrible story, they won't be pestering you for more anytime soon!

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #sth 153 #writer: karl bollers #writer: romy chacon #pencils: ron lim #pencils: art mawhinney #colors: jason jensen #colors: joshua d ray

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toxic [by britney spears] | nate & nell

LOCATION: a private karaoke room. TRIGGERS: drugs. DRUG IN QUESTION: (accidental) ballybog poison. PARTIES INVOLVED: @deadicated-nate, @nelllraiser, britney spears

Apparently, Nell’s relentlessness paid off when it came to Nate as they were now comfortably set up in one of the karaoke rooms at a nearby establishment. She couldn’t help her tenacity when it came to him. All she could think about was how he’d just looked so...alone in the bar where they’d met, all holed up with his little bar stool jail. It made her wonder how often he was alone, and whether that aloneness translated into, well— loneliness. So she’d managed to drag him out to make good on his promise, hoping she might be able to alleviate some of that potential loneliness if it was indeed how he felt. As soon as the door closed to their private room, she turned to the man with a bright and eager smile. “So have you been practicing?” The tease was a small one, born of her excitement. “Any particular songs you’ve been thinking of?”

Nate had tried every excuse in the book to get out of going to this karaoke place, but admittedly, he wasn’t trying too hard. All he could do was picture the look of disappointment on Penelope’s face every time he declined one of her adventurous ideas. Sure, a private karaoke room where everything should be up to safety code and there wasn’t even the possibility for massive public embarrassment didn’t seem like something most people would call adventurous, but for Nate it was tantamount to skydiving. The entire trip over here through checking in and finding the room, Nate was battling a full blown panic attack. Now that they were seating and the door closed behind them like a jail, Nate felt somehow more exposed and vulnerable. Something about how intense his singing partner was. But he smiled nonetheless, unable to stand disappointing the girl who’d gone out of her way to drag him out of his comfort zone. “Hah! I uh...not really. I don’t think any amount of practicing could help me out.” He wrung his hands in his lap, looking over the room anxiously. “Is there uh...a book of songs? I don’t really know off the top of my head. I’m sure you have a go-to though, right?”

It was impossible for Nell not to notice Nate’s nerves throughout the entire thing, but she was hoping once they were in the room, he might feel a little more secure when they were closed in and out of public eye. Apparently...that wasn’t the case as she watched his continuing incredibly nervous body language, though at least he was smiling now. That was a plus, right? Nell was sometimes not the best at paying attention to other people, often barreling forward without consideration, but it seemed that Nate had found one of her loopholes in this regard. So she paused for a moment and took a seat on one of the couch-benches that surrounded the room, trying her best to bring her levels to something that might be considered normal. “It’s alright. Like I said- karaoke isn’t about being good. Just the fun part.” A moment later she was grabbing a remote from the table, and handing it over to him. “It’s all electronic so all the songs are on the TV, and you can just flip through them.” A bit of a smirk pulled at her lips, all too excited to get to karaoke-ing as he asked about song choice. “It depends on my mood.” But then she was back to watching his body language, and her voice softened a touch, remembering how he’d darted underneath that table at the bar. “You know I meant it when I said we could leave whenever. It’s only fun if you’re having fun.”

Nate tried to unclench his jaw, to force his shoulder to relax, but it was almost impossible. But he had to remember, this place wouldn’t be open if it hadn’t been safety proofed, even if it wasn’t up to Nate’s insane standards. Plus, he really hadn’t heard of anyone dying in a karaoke room. Then again, that wasn’t a normal internet search so tons of people very well may have. No! This was a night for fun. The man took a deep breath, shuddering as he tried to untie the knot in his stomach. “Right! Right. Just fun. Even if it’s terrible.” He smiled, feeling a tiny bit looser. He watched as Penelope brought up the song list, sure that she was the kind of person who had a whole book of songs she liked to belt out at these kinda places. “Well...why don’t you go first? Show me how it’s done?” Nate settled into the couch a little more, not quite relaxing but not quite as stiff as when he first entered the room. “I know. And I will uh...definitely hold you to that. But I think I’m ok.” He shot her a quick look. “For now, at least.”

“The terrible part is what can make it fun!” Nell’s words were punctuated with a laugh, all too excited that this was actually happening and by some miracle she’d managed to get Nate into this karaoke room. It was...perhaps a bit true that Penelope often had an array of songs lined up to sing at any moment, always having too much fun up on the stage. After all- performing ran in her family’s blood whether or not she’d become a stage magician like her parents wanted her to be. Still...it was a bit different in a room, singing in front of one person. But perhaps being vulnerable would help Nate feel a bit more comfortable as well. “If I go first...you can’t laugh at me...or my song choice.” Maybe revealing this lesser known part of her taste in music would also assist in loosening up. Embarrassing yourself was often a great way to make people feel less threatened. “And also don’t forget I’m a bounty hunter. I can and will kick anything’s ass that messes with us.”

Nate leaned back, feeling the smallest bit more relaxed as she prepared her song. Terrible singing in front of people you barely knew was never something Nate would have classified as “fun”, but it had honestly been so long since he’d had any fun, who was he to really judge? He raised his hands in defeat and crossed his heart. “I promise, no laughing unless you’re laughing!” Already, Nate was feeling better. Just a little, and not enough to make him ever want to do this again, but something about being out of his house and doing something...normal, well it just felt...normal. “And I assume you’ll kick my butt if I laugh too hard?” He placed his hands on the edge of the couch, feeling something sticky. Sliding to the side, he wiped his hands on his jeans, trying not to over think it. It was just spilled beer. It wasn’t blood or semen or anything else gross or infectious. Just beer. “Alright now let’s hear how it’s done!”

Nell gave an approving song as he seemed to relax another inch, glad that he could hopefully at least enjoy himself a little. She swallowed once, the tables turning for a moment as she got a bit of nerves in preparation for this. Penelope liked Nate’s company thus far, and though she didn’t usually mind making a fool of herself, she wanted him to like her company as well. Perhaps in her quest to give people friends, she was actually looking for friends as well— though she was nowhere near self-aware enough to realize something such as that. “Alright, deal. Mutual laughing. We’ll post a sign.” As she began to scroll down to what she was looking for in the music she remembered, “Wait, wait! You gotta close your eyes so it’s still a surprise. Also...I need this.” With that she picked up her jacket from where she’d discarded it on the couch. But she smiled a little before saying. “Maybe. We’ll see how I feel if you do.” And with that— the opening notes of the iconic number from Grease, You’re the One That I Want, began. There was little else Nell genuinely loved more than a good...musical.

Nate settled in as far away from the sticky part of the couch as he could get and trained his eyes on Penelope. He leaned forward, placing his hands on his chin and leaning on his knees with rapt attention. “Alright, alright...but only so you can choose the song!” He relented and closed his eyes, only opening them when he heard the familiar opening notes to one of his favorite songs from one of his favorite movies. Mari had always made fun of his love for Grease, especially since he wasn’t overly fond of regular musicals, but something about the simplicity of life and love in a school in the 50s in a movie made in the 80s tugged at his heart strings. Even though he was sure Penelope had to have some nerves, he couldn’t tell and only wished he could be so carefree. His hands went to his cheeks as he took in the magical performance.

Nell’s smile brightened as Nate set his gaze on her, uncharacteristically nervous as he leaned forward. But she immediately brightened with a relieved laugh as he seemed, dare she say, excited for the song? But then again, she was fairly certain Grease was the safest of musicals, most everyone enjoying it...right? Who didn’t love an inexplicable car flying off at the end of an otherwise decidedly not supernatural film. And also the simple nostalgia of the movie. But she sang the song to the best of her abilities, trying her best to hit those notes that sounded so much better in the shower. She wasn’t particularly musically gifted, but Nell could at least do well enough to carry a tune, in a tone that wouldn’t bring dogs and cats running. Something of an around the house ability. As she switched the parts of Danny Zuko and Sandy, the jacket came off and on, helping to denote the differences in character as she switched parts, doing her best to do it all. But spurred on a bit by Nate’s apparent interest in the song, she called out over the music. “Are you gonna leave me hanging up here or what?” Apparently offering him the role of Sandy halfway through.

Nate was grinning ear to ear. Not only was Nell doing the best song in the show, but she was doing both parts! Switching her jacket on and off as she switched between Sandy and Zuko. It was amazing. Not to mention the amount of confidence you had to have. Nate was in awe. His eyes widened even further, as if that was possible, when she invited him to sing along. “What! N-no!” But her hand was outstretched, holding the second mic out for him. In a second of hesitation, Nate pushed himself off the couch and grabbed the mic, his hand brushing against hers for a split second before he launched into the next verse. “If you're filled with affection, you're too shy to convey….” He sang Sandy’s part in the highest falsetto he could, attempting to be as bad as possible. There was no way he’d be able to match Olivia Newton-John, so why bother trying? Plus, he actually sounded pretty darn good!

Nell was delighted that Nate seemed to be actually having fun. This was exactly what she’d been hoping for! And she was nearly literally tickled pink as he accepted her offer as Sandy, glad that apparently he wasn’t as nervous as he’d been in the bar to make fleeting contact. But this time...as she pulled back her hand to put her jacket on as she was now fully and officially Zuko, she felt something sticky transfer from it to her hand...something it must have picked up from the couch? Whatever. They had a song to sing! She couldn’t get distracted by little details right now. But she couldn’t help it. As Nate’s falsetto rang out, she may have done the smallest bit of a laugh, chuckling through her singing. After all, would it be possible not to find joy in something as utterly carefree as this moment? Her eyes squinted in her amusement and happiness as they neared the end of the song, and she simply yelled out “Quick! Big finish!”

Though Nate’s movements started off pretty stiff, he quickly devolved into a perfectly uninhibited rendition of Sandy. The bright lights of the room began to blur and he wondered if this is what fun felt like. If it had really been so long that he forgot what letting go really felt like. And it felt good. Weird, a little disorienting, but good. It was as if every cell in his skin was alive, and it was almost like he could actually see the power emanating off of him and Nell as they belted out the finale. Wait- he could see her actual voice echoing around the room. The sudden realization sent Nate into a panic. His voice caught in his throat like someone actually reached down and grabbed the words right out of his neck. Nate gaped like a fish and grabbed Nell by the shoulders. “I- where did my words go??”

Nell’s chuckles descended into outright laughter as they finished the song, and she was glad to see Nate hadn’t called her out on their promised ‘no laughing’ rule. For a moment everything was fine and good and fun and easy. And then it was...less those things. Her grin fell as he gripped her, and she blinked in confusion for a couple of moments before turning back to the karaoke screen that had shifted back to the selection menu now that the song was over. “I- you words?” What was Nate so concerned about? “The song ended, Nate. So- the words stopped. Now we can choose another song?” The mood had shifted a bit, but she still felt a little floaty, as if everything was getting a little further away.

Nate felt his world tilting ever so slightly to the left. Was he falling? Or was the room tilting? Was this part of karaoke? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone to karaoke, so this was probably just what it felt like. But the music stopped and suddenly there was no sound, like they were in a black and white film. Nell definitely held up a sign that read “The song ended. So the words stopped.” Nate cocked his head to the side, feeling the room tilt the other direction, his hands still firmly gripped on Nell’s shoulders. He began to pantomime that “I need the music back! I need the songs to keep playing!” But wait...did he say that? He said that. They weren’t in a silent film. They were here. Colors swirled around Nell’s head, making her look like a motion version of a Van Gogh painting. “Are we singing now?”

Nell squinted, doing her best to focus on the words Nate was saying, watching his lips intently but...she could have sworn there was some kind of delay to his voice. His mouth and his voice weren’t matching up. Still- she moved to turn towards the screen at his insistent need for another song, not wanting to cause him any further apparent distress by denying him his music. “I- what song did you want?” Turning back toward him, she caught him just in time to see him move slowly upwards, as if he was a laffy taffy being stretched towards the ceiling. He was normally taller than her but this was...something entirely different. “Nate?” she asked, doing her best to remain calm for his benefit. “Why- why are you growing?”

Nate felt himself collapse onto the couch, somehow knowing he needed the stability. And yet...was he growing? Nell was looking at him like he had a second head. Wait- did he have a second head?? He scrunched his eyes closed and threw his hands to his head. None of this felt right. But at the same time it felt exactly right, just like every day did. Right? “No!” His eyes popped open and he started at Nell. “What did you say?” He reached out, pulling her down onto the couch with him. “This is always what karaoke feels like right?” He leaned over, squishing his cheek against hers so that they both were staring at the song choices rolling across the screen. “They’re judging us for not choosing them,” he said sadly.

Penelope’s eyes grew as big as saucers as he fell to the couch, but fell in slow motion. How did he do that?? Was Nate supernatural too? Was he a spellcaster too?? “Did you do that on purpose?” she asked quickly in a somewhat hushed tone, as if the walls were listening. Wait- were they listening? Oh no- did they know she liked musicals too, now? But then she let out a little, surprised yelp as she felt herself being pulled downwards, fumbling her landing a bit as she bumped into him, still feeling very off balance. Then there was something squishy against her face. Another face? “Oh, hi Nate,” she said serenely. Oh it was his face. Her own face warmed, and she lifted a curious hand to poke the other side of his face. “Why are humans like so...jelly?” She poked him again with a delicate giggle coming from her, something entirely uncharacteristic. “Squish.” But then she turned back to the screen, a frown on her lips. “Aww, oh no.” She didn’t want the songs to be sad. “Choose one! Any one.”

Nate stared for what felt like centuries. He felt himself explode into a fit of nervous giggles as something poked the side of his face. His cheek squished and squirmed at the touch and he wondered how long he’d been made of jellied cranberries. In an instant his giggle stopped as he heard the music screen yell at him to choose a song. “All humans are jelly.” He replied matter of factly as he reached out and took the remote from the large lobster. “Here- what ab-b- oWwwwtttttt….” His face scrunched up, still attached to Nell’s because they were literally attached as he finally settled on a song. “Aha! Britney Spears!” He ripped his face painfully away, his hand rubbing the spot where they were once connected and frowned. “No one hates Britney. Right?”

Nell heard the other giggle fill the room, and for a moment thought there might be an echo somewhere. “Did you hear that?” she asked quickly, looking around as if a doppelganger of her might appear. She squinted suspiciously at her shadow, and swore that it raised its hand to wave back at her. “Nate!” she exclaimed, shaking his arm a little. “Did you see that?” But then she was giggling again, patting the part of his face he was petting. “Good puppy. Bow wow wow wow,” she uttered nonsensically as the cute nose of a dog quickly took the place of his old nose. She gasped. “Are you- woof wear? Werewoofy! I should have known.” Her head whipped around as he yelled out Britney Spears. “Where?! She’s here? Oh my god, I see her.” Before her very eyes the pop idol was appearing, a particularly yellow splotch of paint on the wall turning into her trademark blonde hair. “No one hates Britney! And if they do- I fight them.”

Nate felt the whole world shaking and knew this must be the end. This was how the world ended, shaking like a giant was holding up the earth. “See what?” But then it stopped, the shaking replaced by a soft hand running over his cheek. He giggled softly, his eyes drifting closed, his head lolling to the side before he shot back up at attention. “You’re gonna fight Britney Spears?? Why! She loves you!” Nate cocked his head to the side, staring at Nell. “Did you say you’re a woof?”

Nell had already gotten past the whole shadow waving thing, her attention span having absolutely no linear sense at the moment. But she hummed contentedly as Nate seemed to settle, her lips pulling into a lazy grin. “Mmmm, sleepy puppy. Good puppy. I’d give you a treat if I had one.” Then she was rustling into the pocket of her jacket with the hand that wasn’t stroking Nate’s face as if looking for something she could give him. “What?? No! She’s the best! She loves me?” Nell asked with wonder in her tone. “I-I don’t love her like that. I don’t wanna hurt her feelings!” A woof? Nell did her best impression of a little dog bark before booping Nate’s little dog nose. “No- no- no- you- you’re woof woof. Werewoofy. Cute boy.”

Nate felt his entire body buzzing as if every inch of his skin wanted to escape the confines of his being. Nell kept talking about the puppy and all Nate wanted to do was pet it. He felt that if he could wrap his hands in the puppy’s soft fur, all the problems he’d ever had would go away. That his skin could go off and do its own thing like it so desperately wanted to, and Britney could come and sing them to sleep. A boop on his nose sent a wave of warmth down his spine and he realized he was petting Nell’s hair. “Woah, were you just a puppy?” His voice softened and he smiled lazily. “You have really soft fur- hair? Furhair? Hairfurs.”

Nell felt like she could go any which direction at any moment, as if she was stretching apart like taffy from the center outwards, a centrifugal force exerting its dominance over her. Thankfully, she was rather passionate about dogs and the like, so talking about them seemed to be the thing keeping her relatively focused through the rest of the insanity of everything else happening. Dogs made everything okay. Better than okay. Cats too. Most animals. Her eyes fluttered closed in a moment of utter contentment as warmth flowed over her, a nice brushing movement through her hair once again resulting in a happy hum. If this is what being a dog was she’d take it any day. “Yessss, I’m puppy. I wag my tail.” She began to wiggle a little in her spot on the couch, feeling the breeze of her tail moving through the air. “Soft?” In a mirroring motion she raised her own hand to Nate’s new puppy ears, scratching behind them on top of his head. “Curly puppy. Mmm, what kind of breed?”

Nate felt like he should stop petting his fluffy puppy, but he couldn’t make his fingers cease. It was like they had a mind of their own, winding and twisting like he was tying giant hair knots. Nell began to purr and he wondered when the dog switched to being a cat, but he was ok with it. Britney seemed to be too, as he felt a warm spot jiggle close to his side. Oh- no, that wasn’t Britney...that was the puppy! “Oh!” He melted. Nate melted into the scritches and he felt himself turn into literal goo as he slid further down the couch, his head listing into Nell’s hands. “Oooohhhh like a poodle, duhhhhhhh!”

Nell kept closing her eyes in her utter contentment in being a dog seriously wondering if this is the wonderful life werewolves probably had all the time. But they opened wider as Nate-puppy made his little exclamation, just in time to see him turn into a puddle of fur and puppy noses. A little squeal of delight worked its way past Nell’s lips as she cradled the puppy’s head, doing her best to give him the head scritches he deserved as her fingers kept massaging him, lifting a couple curls to watch them fall back into place with a giggle. “Pooooooooodle!” The word sounded ridiculous to her ears, the o’s neverending as they echoed on into the room even after she stopped talking. “You’re my favorite poodle,” she cooed. “Very good poodle.”

Nate wasn’t entirely sure what was real and what was the story book he’d been reading in seventh grade, but all he knew was that he was no longer corporeal and he was in heaven. Curly cues bounced on his head and a soft cooing echoed around him and for the first time in a decade, he felt safe. But as soon as he thought the words, terror dripped into his bloodstream, making its way throughout his body with alarming speed. His eyes snapped open and tried to focus, but the swirling kaleidoscope of colors dancing around Britney and Nell’s head made it hard to focus. “Ne-Pen- Penelope-” He stammered, suddenly gripping his own arms as if they were gonna fall off. Reality was beginning to slam into him like a freight train and he suddenly wondered if he’d been drugged. “Nellie...did you- am I on drugs??” He felt frozen, his stomach in a knot that would literally never untangle, preventing him from moving from his horizontal position on the couch. This was it. This was how he died.

Nell was still humming happily to the background music that the karaoke menu was playing on loop, still waiting for them to pick another song. But she was far too busy with puppy-Nate, deciding that anything else in the world could wait its turn. It took her a moment to note the change in him, still delightfully playing with his puppy-hair-fur and ears as his eyes shot open. Ah! Her name- she knew that. She was Penelope. “Yesss- Pe-nell-nelope that’s me,” she said with a wide grin, but it quickly turned to confusion, wondering why her puppy was upset. “Ssshh, it’s okay. It’s alright.” Her stroking turned slow and soft. “Drugs? I grow some of those. They’re my little babies with my other babies. Did you need some?” What was wrong? Wait was something wrong? Suddenly her adrenaline was mounting as she looked around the room for potential threats.

Nate’s muscles were drawn so tight it felt like they were going to burst. His eyes flitted around the room wildly, the only part of him that could move. “Are the drugs here?? You make drugs?! Did you make me drugs? I don’t want them, you gave me them! Oh god, ohhhh godohgodohgod” He rolled to the side, burying his face in Nell’s lap, his fingers curling into his palms so hard there would be little crescent moons popping out of them any second now. He needed stability. He needed safety. He needed- “Pancakes??”

What was wrong? Nell’s own worry was starting to spike, looking around for some danger she couldn’t find. “What? No! No no no no no!” She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it still, but she was clearing up enough to know she definitely didn’t want Nate to think she’d had any part in a potential drugging. Again she tried her best to gently shush, one hand still going to run over his hair while the other reached down to a hand to try and gently unravel it, her thumb moving over the fingers. “Undo, undo. It’s okay, I’ll do it.” But her attention was utterly grabbed by the mention of food. Even without tripping on a mysterious drug, she was always hungry. “Pancakes,” she agreed sagely.

Nate was curled up in darkness for what felt like eons. The soft, gentle combing of fingers through his hair was the only thing tying him to this plane of existence, that and the smell of maple syru- no...there was no syrup. There should be syrup. Instead there was only the smell of cheap, old, fake leather and a very nice floral perfume. “You smell like pancakes...No, you smell better than pancakes.” His head began pounding the moment he opened his eyes, but he needed to look at the iguana– no...the person who was petting him. “Can we get pancakes?” He asked in the saddest, most pathetic voice he’d ever heard.

It seemed like Nate was maybe...a little better, but Nell couldn’t be too certain. What should she do? Her brain was far too fuzzy and fluffy to figure something out. Oooh, her mom used to sing when she was little and couldn’t sleep. Should she do that? Her fingers continued to work their way through the nice, soft curls as she began to sing the only song she seemed to know for whatever reason, her best rendition of one of Britney Spears’ number one hits in as soothing a style as she could muster. “Oops, I did it again...I played with your heart—” She continued to try and work on unclenching his hands as best she could before perking up once more. “Better than pancakes?” she echoed, absolute wonder in her tone. Was that the best compliment she’d ever received in her life? Perhaps that was why her cheeks pinkened in the slightest. After all, that was no lowly praise. “Yes, yes, definitely. We’re gonna get pancakes. So many pancakes.”

Nate settled in, feeling the cold reality of the karaoke room seeping back into his consciousness, but he wanted to fight it. For a moment, he was blissfully unaware of all the pain he’d been through and all the pain he would go through. Sure, there was a literal singing, technicolor giraffe above him and his legs were still liquid, but he was happy. He was safe. He curled further into himself, nuzzling against Nell’s lap, his brain swirling with thoughts of maple syrup and pancakes. He hummed contentedly and nodded. “Pancakes. We’ll get pancakes.” And then there was blissful darkness.

Nell nodded in approval as Nate seemed to settle down once again, not liking the way everything got very loud with the sirens and the lights spinning around the room while he’d been upset. Sometimes sirens and lights were fun, but not those ones. But now her Britney Spears song had worked too well, and the actual Britney that was still standing and dancing in the corner had taken up the lullaby. “Nigh-night, Nate-Nate.” Nell’s own eyes began to droop, her hand in Nate’s hair moving with less frequency as her body got more and more lax. Soon enough, she was leaning over the mound of man in her lap to rest her own cheek against him. Mmmm, pancakes. Her eyes stayed shut as she began to sail a syrup ocean on the back of a pancake, letting the gentle rocking of the sticky waves guide her into sleep.

#ch:Nate #toxic #chatzy #wickedswriting

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What a ride, guys

So, uh, that finale…

The end is here, and Buffy and Friends are working things out on how to stop Glory from destroying the world via dimensional rifts and killing Dawn. Buffy refuses to take killing Dawn as an option, despite Giles being quite insistent on it. Anya suggests using the Orb of Dagon from earlier in the season, and also the hammer from the troll.

I’m going to skip a lot of character moments to get to the actual fight, like how Dawn was made out of Buffy because she wasn’t born like a normal person, and how Buffy can’t bear to lose Dawn and talks about quitting after this apocalypse, but we’ll talk about some of it in the notes.

Tara is the one who leads them to where Glory’s working her ritual (around a giant construction tower, I guess?), because the insane people seem to be drawn to it. Once there, Glory recognizes her and Willow uses that distraction to undo the magic Glory did to Tara, which weakens her enough that Buffy can attack, while the rest of the Scoobies go for the minions. The fight seems to be pretty even between Glory and Buffy, until Glory decapitates Buffy… only to reveal that the Buffy she’s been fighting was actually the reprogrammed Buffy Bot. Real!Buffy starts whaling on Glory with the troll hammer.

There’s a lot of fighting, but Buffy actually manages to beat down Glory, and manages to have her change into Ben. She makes Ben swear to make sure Glory leaves them all alone while she goes to check on her sister. Ben agrees to it, which is when Giles rolls up, and is all like, “Yeah, I get it, she’s a good guy, she’s not going to kill you because she’s a good guy. But, uh, let’s be real here: if Glory survives we’re screwed, so…” And Giles STRANGLES BEN TO DEATH! HOLY S***!

So Glory doesn’t bleed Dawn for the ritual, but that creepy demon dude who survived being stabbed? Doc? Yeah, he does because he’s the Jerk of the Week. He manages to repel Spike, but by the time Buffy gets up there he’s already cut Dawn to start her opening portals. Buffy chucks him off the tower for his troubles, but OH NO! Portals have started opening! Dawn argues that the only way that to stop the end of the world is to let herself die. So she offers to jump off the tower.

But Buffy thinks about how Dawn is made from her; the ritual’s kind of vague on how it works, exactly, but she knows that there’s something important about that connection? And Buffy remembers that thing she’s been told: that Death is her gift. So she realizes that Dawn doesn’t have to die, but someone does, and so Buffy throws herself off of the tower, dying, but also closing the portals.

So the world is saved! But Buffy is dead.

Huh.

Notes!

-I am… not thrilled with the idea of the solution to saving the world being suicide. TV Tropes’s recap page for the episode mentions a review of the finale that had a similar, but more extreme, mindset, and TV Tropes’s reaction is like, “You missed the point! Did you want the world to be destroyed?” And no, of course not. But I’m not exactly happy with any plot situation where the only way to solve it is by suicide. I don’t think we should be writing stories that frame suicide as a heroic act. I sort of give this one a half-pass, because we know she won’t stay dead, and I realize this is a completely unrealistic situation, but still. It’s one thing for someone to save the world by putting themselves into a fight they can’t walk away from; it’s another to save the world by literal, unambiguous suicide, and that’s not something I’m okay with.

-Although Buffy did tell Spike that not all of them were going to come out of this alive. And the one who dies is… Buff. That’s some foreshadowing, Joss.

-When they go to the Summers house to get ready, Spike tells Buffy that he knows that she’ll never love him, but she treats him like a real person and that means something to him. Which is a cool character moment, I think.

-Willow having a spell that reverses Glory’s Brain Drain feels a little… too convenient? It’s not so out there, and of course she hasn’t done it before because you have to get within reaching distance of Glory for it to work, but it’s handy that there’s a counterspell for it? Just when they need it!

-Reminder that Anya’s afraid of rabbits! When she and Xander are in the storage room looking for the Dagon Sphere, they happen across a plush rabbit and Anya screams. I’d forgotten that they bothered her.

-They also find the Buffy Bot, which Anya explains is being studied by Willow. Xander wonders if that’s a lesbian thing, but Anya reinforces that Willow’s interest in the Buffy Bot is purely academic.

-Also Xander proposes to Anya? She accepts except that she says that they’ll save it for after this battle. Which is kind of nice.

-Doc’s a pain in the butt. But is he dead? He survived being stabbed, so I don’t know if a fall off a tower would kill him.

-And Spike survived being thrown off the building, but Buffy didn’t. And I get that he’s a vampire so that probably counts for something, as he can only be killed in specific ways, but it felt a bit annoying. Not that I wanted Spike to die, it’s just… y’know.

-This dialogue! Heightened by knowing that Whedon’s a fan of Shakespeare!

Buffy: Hey, everybody knows their jobs. Remember, the ritual starts, we all die. And I'll kill anyone who comes near Dawn.

Spike: Well, not exactly the St. Crispin's Day speech, was it?

Giles: [wryly] "We few, we happy few..."

Spike: We band of buggered.

-Was this a fauxnale? Was the show going to be cancelled and then saved at the last minute? [shrugs] I dunno. You guys tell me.

-At one point Glory gets hit with a wrecking ball. That was cool.

-Tara gets her sanity back! I was worried about that. That being said… are the other crazy people going to get their sanity back now that Glory’s dead? Probably not. So I feel pretty bad for them. But at least Tara’s doing well.

-Also crazy!Tara calls Giles a killer before they get going, which is great ‘cause it foreshadows when he kills Ben.

-Oh hey, yeah, that? That was crazy. We get this line:

Giles: She's a hero, you see. She's not like us. [suffocates Ben]

-And it makes sense! We know that Giles used to be really hardcore, and he’s the one advocating that they kill Dawn to save the world. He’s willing to do these underhanded dirty things, especially if they protect Buffy. He knows that Glory’s going to come back if she’s allowed to survive. I think Buffy knows that too, on some level, but she’s really tired of all this Slayer business and just wants to save her sister more than she wants to kill Glory or Ben, so it’s kind of secondary in her mind. But not Giles! Nope, Glory’s gotta go, and if that means killing Ben, then he’s gonna do it.

-When Glory “kills” the Buffy Bot, she assumes that the Slayer was a robot the entire time. Oh Glory, you moron.

-You know, Glory’s funny because she’s so… emotionally stupid? When Buffy’s beating her down, she basically begins pleading that Buffy just doesn’t understand the pain she’s going through of… not being an almighty deity. That’s it. As if “Oh woe is me, I’m not an evil demon god!” is really a sympathetic position to take here when you’re plotting to murder someone’s sister.

-The beginning of the episode has a flashback of Buffy helping some rando in an alley being attacked by a vampire. It’s a cool moment, with some good dialogue (especially because the vampire doesn’t seem to realize who he’s talking to), but it ends with Buffy agreeing with the would-be victim that she’s “just some girl” and it reinforces the idea that Buffy really just wants out of this game. She never asked to be the Slayer, and she would very much like to just be a normal person.

-One of Glory’s minions calls her “groove-tastic one”? What’s up with that guy?

-What do the minions do now that Glory’s dead? Go sulk, I guess? Find new jobs?

-A freaking dragon flies through the portal?!

#5x22 #Buffy Summers #BtVS #Dawn Summers #Spike #Xander Harris #Rupert Giles #Glorificus #Anya #Willow Rosenberg #Buffy The Vampire Slayer

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‘AFTER THE FALL’ - LIVEREAD III

The more I hear about the latter half of this book, the more depresso espresso I’m drinking. Let’s see how it goes, huh?

(Since there’s more chapters in the latter half than the first half, short chapters will probably get combined together for the sake of. I’m lazy.)

CHAPTERS EIGHT AND NINE

I love that Velvet’s the one who enlisted Weiss and Yang, expecting shit to go sideways. She saw these two gays on main and went ‘they look like they can party’. Was she wrong? No. Did she invite Cinder for the express purpose of drama? Yes. Can you make me stop shipping Sinnamon Bun? Also no.

Okay, this book has read my mine though!!! Ruby pitches a Beacon Battle Club where they play music as they fight, and no word of a fucking lie, that happens in Great Weiss Shark AU! I am not kidding! I had this whole story planned out! This is theft of the HIGHEST order.

“Doilies are absurd and elitist,” Yang said.

This is simultaneously the least Yang-like line and also the most Yang-like line I’ve ever heard. The duality of idiot, I suppose.

I like Fox! I really do, actually! He’s my son now. Although, the bad news is I dunno if I can replicate him in The Frapp Logs, so he’ll just have to keep dragging Coco to the ends of the earth. Same thing, right? R-right?

“Leaders can’t be the comic relief.” Fox raised his eyebrows. “Jaune.”

Is this the second time Jaune’s been dragged? I’m living for it. Also, sleepy Blake! And CFVY knowing she’s (they’re) a Faunus! And the second book behind a book! I love you, Blake.

Velvet correcting Yatsu’s ‘catnap’ joke! I wrote a ficlet about this exact thing once, so I TOLD you my Velvet’s NEARLY CANON. SHE JUST NEEDS TO EAT MORE PROTEIN IS ALL.

Onto chapter nine. God, these chapters get thinner by the second, huh?

BACK TO THE DESERT WE GO, and there’s... fog? Which is now gone! Wow! Is this a plot device? Foreshadowing? I sure hope so, because why on earth it would warrant a mention we’re just not too sure!

A sandstorm is incoming and hidden tracks are gonna get blasted away. I’m trying to figure out if this is all pathetic fallacy or if I’m reading too much into handy-dandy plot devices. Why not both?

Heart-to-heart with Coco and Yatsu... and we’re back to Yatsu giving Velvet all the hugs. Now that I’m sensing the Velv/Yats vibes, I’m extra suspicious. You stop that. Let Velvet have a fashionable GF at least if you won’t let her kiss Weiss!!!

‘[...] even the women were down to halter tops. Focus, Coco, she thought.’

Ah, lesbian as always. I’m soothed. Carmine enters the tent and Coco gets even gayer. I’m very soothed.

‘What was Jaune doing after losing a member of his team, a friend... someone he clearly cared about.’

I don’t care about what Jaune feels. Why the heck would Coco even care? There’s literally so many more people that impacts than just Jaune, lawd.

CHAPTER TEN AND ELEVEN

Back to Fox, who is honestly the shining star of this book by now. I love you, my blind and sassy son.

I love Ada and the battle mechanic she has! I’m really enjoying how Fox interacts with the world around him and using his Scroll and AI as an accessibility device. It’s neat! I didn’t expect them to go as ham on him as they did, but they did.

“Update,” Ada said. “Weapon has projectile capabilities.” “You mean it’s also a gun.”

Obligatory gun meme.

Combat stuff happens, Fox wins a fight against a confused Edward, and it turns out Gus is the one summoning Grimm and Fox just got jumped, so we slide into another flashback for chapter eleven. Lemme tell ya, this book ain’t afraid of moving fast.

“I guess you slightly oversold your ability to track the survivors,” Coco said.

Again, this is one of those lines that reads as very... callous? Kinda mean? I’ve always had Coco in my head as someone who very broadly puts her team (and their feelings) first, even if it’s rough, so lines like this make me go 🤔

Velvet falls, Yatsu panics, Coco gets up in everyone’s grill. There’s a lot to this dynamic I am not enjoying right now, and even then this seems inconsistent with the CFVY we’ve seen in the book itself. I know the author’s trying to communicate that Coco is tired and frustrated, that I get, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t how... it would really happen given her character? I dunno. ‘S weird.

Was that a fat joke I spotted there? From Coco? I need a nap. Also COCO LET VELVET DO THINGS JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!!!!!!!!!!

Coco has claustrophobia! I wrote her as having agoraphobia, so this is a hilarious turn of events. Also Coco has two brothers, not one: Mate and Toma.

Coco is fighting Grimm in a cave with CFVY, but still finds time to criticise Velvet in combat. Hey, maybe if you let her do things, she’d prove you wrong, dingus. And then she does! See!

Aaaaaaaand the six survivors are all dead. This was a pretty traumatic event, all told, which makes it weird that they look... less affected in the show? Still, this chapter was VERY weird for the characterisations because Coco seems especially inconsistent, alas. Anyway, onto:

CHAPTERS TWELVE AND THIRTEEN

The sandstorm is approaching and catching the wagons, which I have just realised are actually vehicles that use fuel. Mostly because that’s the First I Heard Of It.

‘Velvet noticed a pistol tucked in the back before she closed the door.’

Hi, can Chekhov please pick up his gun from aisle twelve? Thanks.

GIANT SAND TURTLE. AVATAR AANG C’MERE Y’ALL GOTTA LEARN HOW TO DEFEAT THE FIRELORD.

“You said it’s big enough to ride on?” Velvet asked.

Maybe this is why Coco dismisses Velvet so often. She only pitches the craziest ideas, which is why I love her. That said, Coco finally lets Velvet do something! It’s a miracle of man! Climb that turtle, bihh!

Yatsu calls Velvet V. I’m so used to Velv that V sounds entirely too cool for this idiot.

Everyone’s pissed again, but-- IS THAT THE SAND WORM THING FROM ARRAKIS?! What A Tweest!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody coulda seen THAT coming!!!!!

So let’s go to chapter thirteen, where Fox has had the shit beaten out of him behind a Denny’s. Sound about right.

So what’s-his-name-- Bertilak, whomst from now on shall be called Bert because what sorta water tribe name even is that (wow the ATLA references are on fire today). Anyway, Bert is being paid by someone else to deliver people with Stronk Semblances like summoning Grimm! Gee I Wonder Who That Might Be (I don’t actually know but I’m honestly not going to be surprised either way).

“Yeah, [Bert]’s a real bastard.” “Even I can see that,” Fox sent.

I love it. Fox really has been the highlight of this book for me.

Fox is on the ground and the referee is counting him to ten, so it’s mid-chapter-flashback time! We learn how Fox’s parents died (sinkhole) and how that became his motivation for... going to Beacon? Okay, tenuous link at best, but I’m going with it.

Carmine is full of trouble and Fox is determined to take Bert with ‘em. Let him DIE.

I’m gonna keep going since we’re not four chapters from the end, so:

CHAPTERS FOURTEEN AND FIFTEEN

Flashback time! Again! Only it’s CFVY’s POV of their return to Beacon. I wouldn’t mind this if like. We hadn’t already seen this from RWBY’s perspective in the show? People know this from my tastes in fanfic, but I’m not a huge fan of retellings of canon events, it’s soooooo boooooring. So I’m just gonna grind through this asap.

(I do like that RWBY and CFVY have all these parallels being called to. As they should.)

Okay we’re past the recap and OH LAWD I HEARD OF THIS BIT. Goodwitch is here (I love u Glynda no matter what) but yeah, I’ve heard this part is Big Oof so uh, let’s see this happen go down. Velvet is being requested to see Ozpin so /buckles down.

Velvet’s being questioned alone for the Whole Thing, and team CFVY have burst into the office demanding to know why, and Velvet’s a crying wreck! I’m still very >:I for everyone being overprotective of Velvet, c’mon, but also: Oz, can you please have tact? Just once in your life? Tact? Do you has it?

Anyway, CFVY have reconciled and we turn to chapter fifteen, in which: Yatsu.

Carmine has Gus, everyone’s on the Turtmobile, and shit’s hitting the fan. Yatsu’s going after Gus and Carmine alone, and I’m still waiting on Chekov’s Gun to Chekov its way right into someone’s butt. Unless it’s Chekov’s Red Herring.

Here comes a fight scene! I never have much to say during fight scenes, so, uh, yeah. There’s some real last-minute exposition in places, though, where it really shouldn’t be.

Eey, Carmine is telekinetic! Very powerful and also OP, gotta nerf that shit right down, Edward.

Yatsu’s very nearly defeated, Bert is back, baby, and shit’s getting real. Time for chaaaaaaaaaper sixteeeeeeeeeen.

CHAPTERS SIXTEEN AND SEVENTEEN

Today’s livereading soundtrack is Simple Things by Zero 7. The whole album, I mean. This is a fun little fact to make sure you’re still awake and aware, ‘cause I sure ain’t!

Roy Stallion of BRNZ is presumed dead, along with the whole team, so big RIP to May, who was cute and deserved better. Swear to God if ABRN are dead too I will kill a man. Two men, to be specific.

Velvet admits she never wanted to come to Vacuo, Coco promises they’ll return to reclaim Beacon in future. This reads like a protagonist’s last speech on hope and strength in friendship... and it should, as Coco gets swallowed by a worm! Straight up just down the hatch! This should be a tragic beat, but this is honestly so funny. Coco, pick better ways to die.

Anyway, we’re onto chapter seventeen. I was very kindly given this message:

And I-- OH HELL YES! HELL YES IT’S A SCHOOL DAY TIMETABLE!!!!!!!!!! THE LORE! THE CLASSES! THE NAMES! THE FACTS! THIS IS THE BEST THING IN THE ENTIRE BOOK SO FAR WHICH REALLY GOES TO SHOW I HAVE NO HOBBIES!

Is this a... flashback? Flash... forward? I’m not sure, actually. Either way, CFVY are in Beacon clearing the place of Grimm. Actually, this must be a flashback to before they went to Vacuo, I suppose, which would make sense to follow Velvet’s little admittance last chapter before Coco got swallowed like a paracetamol tablet.

Velvet waited for someone to ask her what she thought, what she wanted, by no one did.

Now I’m SAD why won’t people be NICE to VELVET just ONCE!!! God, this book really just gives her the short end of the stick every time.

Off go CFVY to Vacuo. Bye.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN AND EPILOGUE

Heremst we go.

Coco’s alive! I mean, no surprise. And full of the Joques as ever:

Coco figured sacrificing your life for a teammate was one way to be remembered as a good leader, but maybe that was just cheating.

RIP Coco and her claustrophobia! Hey, now that was good foreshadowing! That gets a whole Murphy Cookie of Approval. 🍪

Coco loses her Scroll and her hat, but Velvet swoops in to save the day! Meanwhile, Bert has been convinced that Carmine double-crossed him, so they’re battling it out! Basically, Gus cast frenzy. Finally, it works in everyone’s favour.

“I can’t believe I thought you were cute,” Coco spat.

Some lines in this book haven’t been very good. This one, on the other hand, very much is.

So Carmine goes underground and starts creating sinkholes everywhere like a weird desert gremlin, and Edward manages to block her Semblance and like. Carmine flat-out nearly suffocates herself to death. Another death I would have found both gruesome and hilarious for its irony. But Velvet uses Flynt’s trumpet to quite literally doot the sand away, and-- I’m so sorry, this line has me literally laughing to myself. She fuckin’-- doots the sand. Oh my god.

Anyway they win, catch up with Slate and the Nomad Fam, and meet team SSSN! The boys are back in town!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things are looking good.

Epilogue time. I’m still laughing about the sand-dooting.

So, we don’t know who paid Bert and Carmine, I guess? I do believe there’s maybe a sequel or something in the works, apparently, so maybe this is part of an overarching plot type thingie. Still.

Ah, yep, Coco confirms that they’re not through with this line of investigation yet, But, Velvet wraps it up with a heart-felt, if not a little bit cheesy, segment about home being wherever CFVY is, and so the book comes to a close.

WRAP-UP

So, I’m definitely gonna have a second read-through of this without having to constantly stop and do a liveblog, but the book was... okay, I guess? I feel like this plotline wasn’t the greatest one for CFVY, and that the author doesn’t have a crazy good handle on the characters -- he’s likely more suited to original content, which is valid. It’s a good romp and we do get new lore, but as expected, I feel like CFVY would be best used in the show that conceived them in the first place. A book is nice, but I’d love to see their return in RWBY itself, especially since this book wasn’t really... long enough, I don’t think? Seriously, y’all’ve met me. I do write hundreds of thousands of words in this world and I still haven’t written everything I wanna yet! I’d also like to see more Velvet as seen in RWBY Chibi, in which was she Cool and Good, and maybe less Yatsu alongside her directly. But! It’s a book! It’s decent! It’s CFVY! For most people, it’s Good Enough. And they’re valid too.

#after the fall #after the fall spoilers #rwby #liveblog #liveread

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Chapter 17: The Mt. Moon Mystery! Watch Out for Rock Slides!

“It’s said that both clefairy and clefable are from outer space, you know,” Fae stated with a grin as she sat behind Naomi in their science class, “People first started seeing them around the same time moon stones were discovered.”

“For real?” Naomi turned around in her seat. “Guess that means your main partner is a bona fide space alien.”

“I mean, I guess, if that’s the case…”

“So hey, since we’re partnered up for the next project, I was thinking, why don’t we take the ferry and do a little hands-on research, huh?”

“Hands-on?”

“Well, yeah! We gotta research a pokemon habitat and why they choose that particular habitat…and since you just mentioned the moon stones…I’ve got an idea. How about we go to Mt. Moon? Besides, you’re from Pewter City, aren’t you? You can stop by and visit your family, too!”

Fae bit her lip in thought, staring down at the wood grain of her desk. “Well…”

“I’ll be honest,” Naomi continued, “I’m just dying to do some travel. Maybe it’s ‘cause I haven’t been able to do any sailing since I came to the island.”

“But we all went to Johto back when Asuka became a Precure…”

“That doesn’t count! It ended up being work!” Naomi huffed. “C’mon…just you and me.”

“Huh….okay.” Fae nodded with a smile. “Let’s do it.”

“Awesome!” Naomi cheered. “I’ve never been to Kanto; I’m excited!”

Fae raised an eyebrow. “I mean, it’s not that exciting…”

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“Okay, is the timer still going?” Kailani asked as she looked down at her Rotom Dex while she sat at the coffee table in Dr. Pierce’s home.

“It’zzz still going!” Rotom confirmed. Dr. Pierce watched from her computer, a curious smile on her face. After a moment, there seemed to almost be a rumble in the air, as a bit of hair stood on everyone’s bodies. There was a crackling light, and in a flash, Asuka and Rotomi appeared about a foot off the ground, Asuka landing carefully on her feet.

“Time!” Kailani hit Rotom’s screen, checking the time. “Two minutes, fifteen seconds!”

“That long?” Asuka knelt down to check the time herself. “So distance does affect Rotomi’s teleportation…”

“That took a lot out of me…” Rotomi slumped and laid on her back on the table (despite floating). “Johto all the way to Dr. Pierce’s house…”

“Maybe if you keep absorbing energy from nega-evolutions, you’ll get even better at teleportation?” Kailani suggested, “Like how pokemon get stronger by battling!”

“Maybe…but I feel like I need time to recharge.”

“It’s a fascinating discovery,” Dr. Pierce spoke up, “And it’s going to prove very useful as you continue to fight against nega-evolutions.”

“We’ve already started discovering new weapons and techniques,” Asuka began, “I wonder if there’s a particular rate or interval we develop them?”

“I’m not too worried about intervals or stuff like that,” Kailani replied as she pushed a plate of pokepuffs toward Rotomi, “What matters is we’re getting stronger. But so are the baddies. We already know they can nega-evolve people. That’s a bad sign.”

“How is Mr. Looker doing, anyway?” Asuka looked to Dr. Pierce.

“He’s doing well,” Dr. Pierce replied, “He’s been emailing me every time there’s a development in other regions.”

“Maybe if we keep practicing, we can start traveling further and further to help other Precure!” Kailani exclaimed excitedly. “Let’s keep fighting and get stronger, Rotomi, Asuka!”

“Now, now, don’t pressure Rotomi so quickly…” Asuka began. “We should just fight the enemy as they come at us.”

“Right…” Kailani agreed, “Sorry, got a little ahead of myself…”

Just then, there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” Dr. Pierce called, as Naomi leaned in with a wide grin.

“Yo!” She greeted, Fae stepping past her to enter, “Sorry we’re late! We miss anything good?”

“Rotomi was able to teleport Asuka all the way over from Olivine City in Johto!” Kailani replied as Naomi finally fully entered the home, shutting the door behind her.

“That’s pretty impressive, Rotomi!” Fae sat at the table and pet Rotomi’s head gently.

“Thanks…” Rotomi breathed tiredly.

“So, guess what?” Naomi grinned as she sat down beside Fae. “Fae and I are headed to Kanto for a class project!”

“That sounds like fun,” Asuka replied, “But be careful, okay? It seems like wherever we go, trouble follows.”

“That’s part of being main characters, right?” Naomi joked, “Just kidding!”

“A-anyway…” Dr. Pierce giggled slightly, “I’m sure I don’t need to say this, but focus on your schoolwork on your trip, alright?”

“And hey, if you guys get into any trouble…we can see if Rotomi’s teleportation works!” Kailani spoke up.

“….and if it doesn’t?” Fae pointed out.

“…well, we’ll just have to keep up hope, right?” Kailani replied, with a nervous grin.

“So this is Mt. Moon, huh?” Naomi looked up at the steep mountain curiously, fists resting on her hips. “Man, it’s bigger than I thought.”

“There’s still a good portion of it that’s unexplored,” Fae replied as she walked up beside her, notebook in hand, “And some of it has been explored, but is purposefully barred from travelers, to give native pokemon a safe place to hide.”

“That makes sense, yeah,” Naomi agreed, “Still, wish we could go have a look. Bet it’d give us an even better perspective for our project!”

“Maybe, but I’d rather not risking a) trespassing and getting caught or b) damaging a habitat,” Fae shook her head, now taking the lead as the pair walked into the mountain. Naomi took the time to check something on her phone.

“Hey, Fae? Remember how Looker said there were lots of Precure in the different regions?”

“Yeah, I do. He said there were three confirmed ones in Kanto, right?”

“Yeah, Sacred Wing Precure. Looks like they were spotted recently around the Seafoam Islands, if the trending section on Flapper is anything to go by.”

“If they’re that far away, it’s unlikely we’ll encounter them,” Fae shook her head, “But still…I’m glad my home region is under protection.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” Naomi agreed, “I can only hope every region stays safe.” She looked ahead. “When you think about it…”

“Hm?”

Naomi had a distant look in her eye. “It’s kind of like a war, isn’t it? We’re at war.”

Fae frowned. Anxiously, she gripped at the strap on her bag, then looked down at her shoes. “How…do you figure?”

“Well, there’s an enemy seeking to get into our world. Through whatever means necessary, and with no regard for the people they hurt in the process,” Naomi began to pace aimlessly in front of her, fingers interlaced behind her back, like a new revelation had come to her, “Meanwhile, their chief opposition is the Precure—people who are rising up to protect others at the cost of their own safety. Soldiers.”

Fae sank into her shoulders. “Where’s all this coming from, Naomi?”

Naomi sighed and shook her head. “I…I dunno. It’s just…something that’s been bothering me for a while. The Precure are basically…child soldiers. And most, if not all, are young girls.”

A long, heavy silence fell over them, interrupted only by dripping water deeper in the cave. Naomi took a deep breath, then looked back at her.

“Sorry. I’m bringing something way too heavy up, aren’t I?”

“No, no, it’s okay…I mean, you have a point. We just…jumped into this without thinking.”

“We answered the call when it came to us.” Naomi clenched and unclenched her fists. A beat, then Naomi took Fae’s hands.

“Let’s send those baddies packing just as soon as we can, alright? The sooner we do, the sooner this’ll all be over.”

Fae looked back at her, then smiled, nodding once. “Let’s do it! I…I think we can do it…as a team!”

“Awesome! C’mon, let’s get this project done so we can focus on what’s important…kicking some bad guy butt!” Naomi pumped a fist in the air. “LET’S-A GO!”

“Is everything alright, Dr. Pierce?” Kailani looked over from sweeping the floor, approaching Dr. Pierce; the woman was leaned forward, squinting at her computer screen, biting her finger in thought. Asuka glanced up as she was organizing books nearby.

“It’s fine…” Dr. Pierce looked up with a sheepish smile. “I’m just a bit distracted today. There’s…a lot to go over with my personal research, unrelated to Precure matters. Though…” she pulled up a document, showing a large list of confirmed Precures. “…I admit, it’s a bit concerning how many of these Precure appear to be very young. What factors determine who becomes a Precure?” She rest a fist on her chin, tilting her head a bit. “Physical health? Emotional health? Perhaps there’s some sort of criteria…idealism?” She turned around in her chair, crossing her legs. “Girls in that age group have a lot to deal with already…puberty, social pressure, emotional turmoil…why pile more responsibility on them?”

“That’s a really good point,” Asuka agreed, “You’d think a more suitable candidate would be an adult. Then again, one could argue adults have even more responsibilities.”

Dr. Pierce exhaled a “Hm,” in response. Kailani looked between the two, then grinned.

“Well, why bother wondering and worrying, right?”

“What do you mean?” Asuka asked.

“Back home, whenever I would start getting riled up about the ‘what ifs’ and ‘whys’ of life, my dad would always remind me that what happened has already happened, and there’s no changing it!” Kailani put a fist on her hip, smile widening. “You just take what’s given to you and keep moving forward!”

“You’re right, Kailani,” Asuka agreed, “We don’t know why we were chosen as Precure, but we can choose to keep moving in spite of it!”

“Besides, we already agreed to help Rotomi save her world,” Kailani added, “And we can’t back down on that promise, right?”

“Speaking of…” Dr. Pierce spoke up, “I haven’t heard Rotomi say a word…is she asleep?”

“Huh?” Kailani blinked, then looked around. “…Ah! That’s right! She lives in Fae’s Pokédex, and Fae took it with her to Kanto!”

“That’s a little risky…” Dr. Pierce replied, concerned, “Here’s hoping that nothing happens while they’re gone.”

“Same…”

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“Wow…” Naomi whispered, breathless. She remained in her place huddled behind a rock formation, hearing her own heart pounding as the ground rumbled beneath her feet. The rumbling of rolling rocks trembled the earth as a large Onix and its two children lumbered by, either failing to notice Naomi or paying her no mind. They continued to rumble past, before the mother rammed its head into the cave wall, beginning to form a new tunnel.

“Oh, my gosh…!” Naomi breathed as she watched, “She’s making a new tunnel?”

“The majority of the tunnels here,” Fae replied, “Are likely made by Pokémon over a very long span of time. Though…”

“Though?”

“There’s a lot of tunnels along this single wall.” Fae pointed out the almost uniform line of tunnels, in various shapes and sizes.

“Hey, you’re right!” Naomi stood up straight. “That many tunnels huddled together can’t be good for the structure of the mountain, either. Do you think the Pokémon are looking for something?”

“Could be…” Fae fidgeted a bit as she mulled over the options; next time she looked up, Naomi was already heading off on her own. “Hey! Naomi!”

“Come on, let’s check it out!” Naomi called as she ran down a tunnel. With a frustrated sigh, Fae ran after her as Naomi’s steps echoed down the tunnel, listening hard to keep track of her friend.

“Naomi! Wait for me!” Fae called, then stumbled and fell with a yelp as she heard a distant rumble. With a grunt, she stood back up, dusting herself off and realizing she had lost Naomi’s footsteps. There was now an eerie silence in the caverns.

“N-Naomi…?” She croaked out nervously. Every slight noise caused her to jump, as she crouched down and defensively pulled out a pokeball. “Clefable!” She hurriedly released her most treasured partner.

“Clefable!” Clefable hurriedly stepped up to her friend’s side to check on her, giving her trainer a reassuring brief squeeze. However, an ear twitched, as she stepped back and looked around.

She could feel it in the air. Someone was observing them closely. Fae stood up and took a breath.

“…we need to catch up to Naomi. Come on!”

Joining hands, the pair began to hurry down the tunnel, until at last they could make out Naomi staring up at something, in a large, empty section of the caves.

“Naomi!”

“Shh!” Naomi spun around and shushed her, pointing up above them. Fae looked up, letting out a small gasp as she saw a massive, nega-evolved, three-headed Onix embedded into the walls, as if it had been thrown there by a great force. It occasionally twitched, and the cave rumbled and dropped the occasional bit of debris.

“It’s a nega-evolution…” Naomi whispered. “Did it fight someone…? But they didn’t purify it…”

“Someone really strong must have faced it, to embed it in the rock face like that,” Fae mused.

“There’s no other pokemon around,” Naomi turned to look around them, “Maybe all the other onix around here were just checking on their friend?”

“And the fastest way would be to dig a tunnel directly through the rock!” Fae responded. “But that’ll affect the structure of the mountain if they do it too much…this poor Onix; we need to transform and purify it!”

“Agreed.” Naomi nodded once, as they took out their Cure Compacts, Clefable watching with stars in her eyes.

“Precure! I! Choose! You!”

Wish and Starlight transformed, as the embedded Nega-Onix began to stir and shake the rock face. Then, one massive eye opened on each of Nega-Onix’s heads, as it pulled itself free and began to plummet toward them, slamming into the ground and shaking the mountain as the two girls dove out of the way. When the smoke cleared, however, it was clearly too weak from a previous fight, sluggishly attempting to swing its tail, only for Wish to catch it effortlessly and set it down.

“Let’s heal it now,” Wish said, a hint of sadness in her voice. Starlight nodded wordlessly, as they crisscrossed arms and held hands.

“Precure Wishing Star Refresh!”

As a rain of glittering stardust fell down upon Nega-Onix, as Onix was restored to its normal form. The weary pokemon stared them down in dead silence, before slowly ambling away. Wish approached the lingering nega-energy, frowning.

“Rotomi’s normally here to absorb the energy…” she mused, as Clefable wandered over, ears twitching as she eyed the dark mist.

“I’m here!” a voice squeaked. Both girls jumped in surprise. Rotomi appeared from the Cure Dex, sighing.

“I was taking a nap, and I wake up and there’s nega-energy to absorb…” she floated over to absorb the lingering energy tiredly. “I mean, good job, though…”

“You’re welcome,” Starlight replied irritably, then paused. “…hey, does anyone else feel…I dunno, lighter?”

“Lighter?” Wish looked over, then gasped. “Wait…!”she cried, seeing that Starlight was ever so slightly off the ground. “You’re floating!”

“You, too!” Starlight replied. “Rotomi, are you teleporting us!?”

“It’s not me!” Rotomi replied, now wide awake and looking between them in confusion. “But I don’t sense any nega-energy or anything!” She began to involuntarily float as well. “Hey!”

“Clefable!” Clefable whined, watching the two girls. Starlight hurriedly pulled out a Cure Ball.

“Absol! Stay with Clefable!” She cried, as she threw the ball, the dark-type pokemon appearing as the two girls vanished.

Starlight and Wish reappeared in another part of the cave, surrounded by darkness.

“Wish…?”

“I’m here,” Wish replied, holding out a hand as a little ball of light formed, before separating into multiple small orbs and scattering, lighting the cave; the area was oddly clear, and the ceiling was high.

“…you gotta show me how you do that,” Starlight replied. “…where are we?” she asked as Rotomi floated up beside her.

“Not sure….definitely still in Mt. Moon, but that’s all I can tell. What’s more important is…how’d we get sent here?”

A new voice spoke—or rather, it projected within their thoughts.

I summoned you here.

It was unearthly; deep, but not menacing. Rather, it almost seemed…intrigued?

Wish got chills. “D-Did you hear that…?”

“I did.”

Something shifted in the darker part of the cavern, and the voice continued. I have heard the name scattered in the wind and through the thoughts of the masses as I’ve traveled…humans who claim to fight for both mankind and pokemon.

It floated into view…the legendary creature, the thing spoken of in stories and written off as urban legend by some. It stared the pair down with piercing lavender eyes.

Just what are the legendary warriors, Precure?

Mewtwo raised a paw, as if to beckon to them.

Show me.

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SE4SON: Chapter 18

[*Meanwhile, in the modern world*]

A sleep deprived, messy Judy Neutron was screaming at the RPD (Retroville Police Department) through the phone, accompanied by a sane, and frightened, Mrs. Dean.

"What do you mean there's still no lead?! I don't care how early in the morning it is! Shouldn't you boys be doing your job?! Whatever happened to serve and protect?! It's been a week since I've lost my Jamie!" "Jimmy." Mrs. Dean corrected. "Jimmy, I mean! My son Jimmy! For being gone that long, who knows what has happened to him?! He's got a gourd shaped head, and an ice cream cowlick hairdo! How is that hard for you to miss?! Yeah? Well then, search around the globe if you have to-"

The RPD then hung up. Poor Judy. It was 5:00 in the morning. She literally won't rest until she finds her son in one piece. She hasn't bathed in five days, and tried using perfume instead. Sleep meant nothing to her no more, so she drinks at least three cups of coffee a day. Possibly more. She hasn't cooked in awhile, either. Just ordering takeout and reheating frozen foods. It isn't like Judy to not prepare a home cooked meal for more than one day. She's been pulling all nighters, circling the whole town, or country, in her car, stapling posters everywhere, and searching for her Jimmy. She's like a detective on a stakeout. All this lack of rest has turned her mind loopy. For some unknown reason, she keeps accidentally addressing "Jimmy" as "Jamie." Apart from the fact that Nick is gone too, Mrs. Dean is also there as Judy's emotional support.

"Judy, you need to calm down. Here, have some warm tea." "Calm down? Calm down! There's no time to calm down, now that I know that the RPD isn't any help!" "There's always time to calm down. Wherever your son is, he's probably fine for now! He's smart enough to take care of himself." "How would you know?! Your son isn't lost!" "Technically, he is." "Oh... But are you even making an effort to find him?" "I'm doing what I can to find him! The reason I came up to you to begin with was to figure out what my son has in connection with yours!" "Shouldn't you be able to know that yourself? You are his mother, right? A mother always knows her child best!" "If I could! Nick is easy to read as a closed book. We don't communicate so often. I think it has something to do with his father being so unpleasant." "You can save me the sob story for later! I gotta phone the next police department!" "No! Stop!" "I must find Jamie!" "Jimmy!" "My name is Judy, dammit!"

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[*That morning*]

Jimmy fell asleep with the diary laying on his face. While both him and Nick usually wake up by the rooster's cry, Nick removed the diary and shook him awake.

"Nick? Is it breakfast time?" "No, not yet. You gotta help me." "*Looks at the broom in his hands* You need help cleaning?" "I need you to help me from HER."

Nick was then surprised by a hard smack on the back, by a mop. Sally was trying to fight with him, in hopes to help the "Silver Knight" regain his memory. All Nick has done so far was block out her attacks. Not that he would make a lousy swordsman, he just can't bring himself to hit someone much younger than him. Instead of actual swords, their using cleaning implements. The battle begun when Sally woke Nick up with a smack on the chest. No matter what he told her, she just wouldn't believe him.

"Fight back, Nick! Trying knocking the weapon out of my hand! It might give you some nostalgia!" "Little girl, we're not a pair of enchanted cartoon characters! We're just two lost boys from the future! I'll prove it to you! Cageflix! Ramen Bowl! Internet!" "Stop making up excuses to back out and fight me!" "You're four years younger than me!"

Jimmy then broke up the fight.

"Hey, Sally?" Asked Jimmy. "Yes?" Replied Sally. "Wouldn't you like to meet our friends? You know, the ones who illegally inherit this ranch?" "But we're in the middle of something!" "You must meet them now, cuz if you don't, they might think we're holding a hostage captive." "Yeah. And we already have this mean Christian fanatic who thinks we're the devil's spawns." Said Nick.

Rolling her eyes, Sally then put down her mop, and decided to let Jimmy and Nick lead her into the hut. To make a good impression for keeping a stranger, Nick began to make breakfast: Moose sandwiches, blueberry strudels, and freshly squeezed orange juice. He also put on some coffee. Sally began to drool from looking at Nick's fine art.

"It looks great! Guess you learned something while under amnesia! Although, it'd really be fun to see Jimmy, here, turn a morsel of meat into a whole cured ham before my eyes." Said Sally, clutching a knife and fork.

Jimmy got annoyed by her comment, since he doesn't exactly believe in magic. Just in time, a weary Diana, Rodent Girl, and Benson entered the kitchen. Sally was intrigued by Diana's appearance. She has never seen a woman that large before. Rodent Girl went over to the cupboard to fetch her coffee mug. Being so drowsy, she spoke in her usual, monotone morning voice, and greeted Sally like she was a regular to them. Diana and Benson were both shocked to see a little girl, they've never seen before, in their kitchen. The two stood in silence for a few seconds, and frankly so did Jimmy, Nick, and Sally.

"Morning, Jimmy. Morning, Nick. Morning, kid I don't even know." Greeted a tired Rodent Girl. "Uhhhhhh, Miss Oona... Aren't you the slightest surprised at the unexpected guest?" Asked Benson. "I'm too tired to emote."

Diana looked Sally straight in the eye. Sally was frozen from the buff lady's eye contact, despite that she didn't look ominous.

"Hello?" Asked Diana. "H-hi?" Replied Sally. "HOLY, MACARONI! THERE'S A KID WE DON'T KNOW SITTING RIGHT HERE IN OUR KITCHEN!" Screamed Rodent Girl, after drinking her coffee.

Jimmy then decided to explain the whole thing, and Nick served as his second voice. The two boys told them about how this little girl followed them due to some misidentification for a Wise Wizard and Silver Knight ("It's not a misidentification! It's true!"), how they welcomed her into their hospitality since her parents were caught victim of a penalty, and how she's under no one's care because it's illustrated by king's law that orphans must serve their entire youth in laborism. Diana was so moved by Sally's backstory. She started sobbing, her eyes watered, and she swept the little girl off the ground.

"*Weeping* How can any man be so cruel, as to separate a child away from their family?! They may never experience the warm embrace of a mother or father ever again! That is so INHUMAN!" Said Diana. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss, young lady." Benson spoke casually. "I second that." And so did Rodent Girl. "That's it?! What on Earth is wrong with you two?! This child's parents have been hanged, all for the greater good! Could you try showing at least a small dose of your sympathy?!" "I find that very difficult, since my parents have always neglected me." Benson replied casually. "And I was abandoned at birth." And SO did Rodent Girl. "You heartless brutes!"

Diana then put Sally down.

"Little girl...!" Said Diana. "This little girl has a name, you know." Replied Sally. "...I don't care if I have to steal overtime to feed another mouth around here! Consider us your new family!" "Uhh, thanks! Very much! (That's neat! A buff mom, a mousy older sister, and a girly uncle!)" "Let me introduce everyone! I'm Diana! This is Rodent Girl, Benson, *Points out the window* Butterscotch, and there's Mitzi, but she's currently at work right now. You can meet her later! She's real nice! She may be even nicer to you. You've already met Jimmy and Nick!" "The legendary Wise Wizard and Silver Knight!" "What now?" Asked Rodent Girl. "No, we're not! It's just a coincidence! I don't even believe in magic!" Exclaimed Jimmy. "The Wise Wizard and Silver Knight. I thought their warm, loving relationship reminded me of some pair." Quote Benson. "HA! See?" Bragged Sally. "Wait a minute. You mean to tell me they were real?" Asked Nick. "Mm! I was just a tiny lad at that time. Although I've never really met them, I did follow them around among tall crowds, trying to get their autograph, since they were quite popular to the youngsters. I had no success, however. But witnessing the Silver Knight in battle, and the Wise Wizard with his gifted sorcery, that was about the happiest memory of my childhood." "You can meet them officially when I help them regain their memories back!" Suggested Sally. "Oh, these two young gentlemen can't possibly be them!" "I know it's hard to believe by first glance, but trust me! What you see here is a spell gone wrong! Heck, it's probably the cause of their amnesia!" "Nonsense! Besides, if that were them, why would they want to return here?" "They're here to rid us of our pain once again! Although they can't remember anything, they still hold their heroic instincts within their hearts, and their brains!" "We're not here to relieve anyone of their pain! Just Diana and her crew! (Minus Mitzi)" Said Jimmy. "And the reason we're risking our butts out there is because they were kind enough to offer us food and a roof to sleep under while other Middle Age folks just wanted to burn us at the stake!" Nick spoke through gritted teeth.

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[*Back in the modern ages*]

Carl looked through his magic supplies one last time. He doesn't feel like performing again since Jimmy is still gone. Jimmy would've been the only person who would sit down to watch him, since he wasn't a very good magician. At all. He hasn't even found that darn rabbit yet. The guys on TV sure make it look easy. Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ring. As Carl went to answer it, he found it was Sheen, holding a pink paper box, with a grin on his face. Sheen was just about the second last person he wanted to see right now.

"What do you want?" Carl asked in displease. "Well, I just happened to walk by a local bakery downtown, and my sweet tooth just urged me to walk right in! While looking through the selections, I started thinking about you. So, I picked up your favorite pastry!" Replied Sheen. "Goat milk matcha pound cake?" "Nope! Cwaaaaaaaasonts!"

Sheen opened the box to reveal a baker's dozen of golden croissants. Carl was still unamused, and just decided to close the door. Sheen, however, stopped the door by sticking his foot out!

"Wait, Carl! I've spent $30.95 for the baker's dozen! I was gonna use that money to purchase a VespaGirl body pillow online!" "You think you can just buy my friendship back with some baked, buttery, crispy, delectable... *Mouth starts to water* But you can't! What you had said broke my heart! Jimmy is important to my life just as you were!" "I am important to your life?" "I said 'were!' Now get off my doorstep!"

Carl then went to close the door again, but with all strength this time to keep Sheen from getting in, since he was holding a box. Sheen had to drop the croissants to force the door open.

"Carl! Carl! At least let me tell you something!" "I've heard about enough from you!" "But I came here to say I'm sorry!" "What?"

Carl opened the door wide.

"I'm sorry. Taking back everything I've ever said to you. I didn't know Jimmy meant that much to your life. You two were very close together more than any pair I knew. Possibly even the romantic ones. Also, I miss you, buddy. I'm lonely. I have Libby, but I can't be disgusting and foolish around her now, can't I? Look; Just because Jimmy can't be my friend, doesn't mean he can't be yours. We could still hang as pals, even with Jimmy around. I mean, we never liked Cindy, but we still tolerated her presence. *Gets down on his knees* Please, take me back. All those degrading words were just my invalid opinion. Nothing I say is even true."

Carl hesitated for a bit, while Sheen looked up at him, sweating. The allergy boy just closed the door. Sheen, being so heartbroken, hung his head down. Way before Jimmy came into their lives, him and Carl were the best of friends. Although Carl didn't like Ultralord, and Sheen thought llamas were too weak and soft, they both spoke to each other on the same mindset. The two were goofy and idiotic. Carl became friends with Jimmy after feeling sorry for the big haired misfit. A few months later, Sheen also became Jimmy's friend after he helped him pass the math test his grade depended on. The boy genius was more generous and considerate back then. Also, he discovered the cool gadgets he built. As they officially formed a trio, Carl and Sheen were more closer than ever. Jimmy was a bonus addition. That didn't mean he loved Jimmy less. Except maybe right now.

What's he gonna do without Carl in his life? He loves Libby, but he feels he doesn't have that much in common with her. She dedicates her life to fashion and music. Sheen dedicates his life to Ultralord and gross stuff. Around Carl, he feels that he can truly be himself with. Who else could want Sheen as a friend? Sheen seems to annoy everyone. That kid with the shades kinda admires him? Nah! He was probably just being polite. There's his dad. Awww, who is he kidding? You can't have your own father as a friend! Just then, Sheen heard the door reopen. Carl was back, but now clutching an old llama plush, that's missing an eye.

"If you're truly sorry, then how 'bout apologizing to Lucy the Llama as well?" "C'mon, Carl! That was five years ago!" "Well. I guess you're not sorry at all-" "Wait! I was only kidding! I love Lucy!"

Sheen then seized the plush toy out of Carl's hand.

"Lucy; I'm sorry for ripping your left eye out. My Triclops figurine needed it so badly, and it would've been embarrassing to face off Ultralord with only two eyes."

Then, Sheen planted a kiss on the toy's forehead. Carl was quite astounded. He didn't think Sheen would go that far. Sheen hates Lucy the Llama. As Sheen gave Carl his plush back, the allergy boy embraced his friend into a hug. Sheen returned it by folding his arms around him.

"Apology accepted. But you can't say anything mean about Jimmy no more!" "Promise! Now let's go find that whippy dip head son of a gun together! Sorry, that wasn't suppose to sound mean." "Right on!"

Just as they were about to leave the Wheezer doorstep, Carl picked up as many croissants he could hold. Even though they've been on the dirty ground, Carl didn't mind taking a bite out of them. He thought they were still good. Sheen cringed in disgust. A kid named Creg suddenly rolls by on his skateboard, gets himself into an accident, then breaks his leg.

"Why are so many of these kids breaking their legs?!" Screamed Sheen. "Probably because Nick's not here to do it?" Replied Carl.

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[*At the Neutron household*]

Mrs. Dean finally got Judy to calm down. All she had to do was request her to tell her stories about her son, as many as she wants. She figured she would get Judy to relax with anything Jimmy related. She even managed to get her to drink the tea she made. For the last two hours, Mrs. Dean grew bored listening to Judy's stories all day, about Jimmy's tangled situations. If she listens to any more, she fears she'll also go insane in this mad house.

"So on that Sunday, I was there doing my weekend cleaning. Jimmy was watching his favorite philosophy program. He suddenly got hungry, and asked me, a woman with her hands full at that moment, to fetch him a snack. I said, 'Well, there must be something wrong with your arms if you can't get it yourself.' He then pulled out one of his wacky inventions from under the sofa, a robotic arm of some sort, and attempted to reach for his needed snack. Unfortunately for him, the controls were infirm, resulting in reckless steering. He knocked down potted plants, china, Hugh's duck collection, etc. My perfectly clean house. Then there was this night, that happened two years ago. Mr. Vortex, I know his forename I just don't care, delivered me my son, wrapped in a toilet paper cocoon. His daughter also brought back one of his invention, some cannon that launches TP rolls, and she claimed he used it to foil her slumber party. I can't believe I punished him for it. I never even liked that Cindy. Jimmy sure had the right idea breaking things off with her. What did he even see in that ungrateful witch anyways? Why were they even dating at such a young age?! They're not even in middle school yet!" "There was this other time-" "Hugh, get back down!" "Okay!"

Mrs. Dean was finally put into relieve as Libby ran straight into the house, with news. Carl and Sheen were behind her.

"MRS. NEUTRON! MRS. NEUTRON! Hello, Mrs. Dean. MRS. NEUTRON!" Libby came in screaming. "Not now, Libby. Can't you see the grown ups are talking?" Said Judy. "It's about Jimmy!" "MY JIMMY?!" "And Nick!" "HUH-?!" Mrs. Dean fell off from her seat. "I can't take the credit though! I owe it to these two companions! Especially you, Sheen. *Blows kiss*" "What did we ever do? We see the famous pop star, Rioona, pull up in her limo to cut the ribbon for the new RnB themed cafe. Libby starts getting jumpy, squealing 'OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! IT'S RIOONA! PULLING UP JUST WHEN WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN IMPORTANT INVESTIGATION! I DON'T WANNA LEAVE! I WANNA STAY FOR A MINUTE! MAYBE A FEW HOURS!' And then I said, 'Why not just take a picture? It lasts longer.'" Said Carl. "By just those words alone, that gave me a brain blast of my own! (Oooooooh, I just rhymed) By the way, I've got about 164 shots of Rioona opening the cafe! I even got myself in some of the shots! Look!"

Judy just slapped the phone out of Libby's hand. Everyone was intimidated, except Carl, who was in love with her more. What a woman.

"Just tell me where my baby is!" "Okay... You see, by just the sheer mention of 'picture,' that's when it hit me! I forgot, we all forgot, Jimmy had his security cams activated, and they were still working by the time I revisited the lab! ...which looked like either a tornado hit it or Cindy got her revenge again. I managed to extract the footage onto my hard drive! Look!"

Libby opened up her laptop, then inserted the hard drive. The footage began to play on media player. There was Jimmy and Nick, handcuffed together, trying to find a solution to undo the chain. Nick touched the keyboard, despite Jimmy's warning. The security breach got triggered, weapons engaged, and the two boys ran into a police box, which is supposedly the boy genius's time machine. The machine vanished, and all was history. We searched all around Retroville for nothing?

"So... It was your son's fault that my Jimmy is gone." Said Judy. "What?! I'm pretty sure Nick didn't know about this installed security system! If only Jimmy took the liberty to tell him!" Replied Mrs. Dean. "Oh, so you're saying it is Jimmy's fault?!" "WHO CARES ABOUT WHOSE FAULT IT IS?! We've lost them both and there's possibly no way to get them back. None of us is a secondary Einstein, and it's not like you could purchase a time machine on the web!" "Apparently, yes you can." Said Libby. "What?!" Both mothers.

While Judy and Mrs. Dean were arguing, Libby pulled up Cbae.com on her laptop and searched "time machine." You can surprisingly buy anything off of Cbae. But, just their luck, it costs $500,000,000, plus $100,000 for shipping. No use in trying to search a cheaper deal, because that's the only one available.

"But none of us have that kind of money!" Said Judy. "Maybe if we put together all of our money, we could make it work! *Starts digging into his pockets* I have $16, 42¢, a wrapper from a Chuckles bar, some bobby pins, lint, hey, it's the key to the handcuffs!" Spoke Carl, trying to help. "Oh, like that's gonna help us now!" Whined Sheen. "Calm down, y'all. I know where we can get that money. But, it may involve something we're going to regret." Said Libby. "*Gasp* You don't mean..."

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[*Elsewhere, in Eustace Strych's living room*]

"So you want me, formal enemy of Jimmy Neutron, to lend you a total amount of $500,100,000?" Said Eustace. "So none of us is selling our bodies? What a relief!" Sheen blurted. "I think you should stay off the internet for awhile." Libby suggested. "What's the catch?" Eustace continued to question the adults. "You see, it's for a very, very, important cause, young man." Judy answered. "And how important may that be? Hmmmmmm?" "Well-" "My son, Nick, needs an operation! He's broken his legs numerous times, but eventually both of them have ripped out from their sockets! Gruesomely! Blood everywhere! The hospital is charging me that much to reattach his legs back, plus to get him out of his coma! The prices are so high because of the evil greediness of capitalism! They don't even care about children! Please have a heart! He's Jimmy's friend, too!" Mrs. Dean butted in. "Ha-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho, what makes you think I'd even care to support a charity cause for some washed up has-been? Like anybody would care anymore. I don't support any charity cause, for that matter. Giving to the needy means less for me. Besides, me and Neutron don't exactly have the best history together. On second thought, if you want that money so badly, you're gonna have to bring Neutron right here, have him beg to me, and apologize for underestimating my superiority to his genius!" "We can't!" "Why not?" "Because, h-he's trying to invent a new life saving device!" "Well, No Neutron, no money! Guess I'll have to buy myself a third water park!"

The squad then went to the hall to talk.

"What are we gonna do now?" Asked Judy. "Does he know Jimmy is missing?" Also, asked Mrs. Dean. "Frankly, not. But if he ever does, we may never get that money." Replied Libby. "We're not gonna get that cash anyways. How are we gonna bring Jimmy out here?" Carl whined. "WAIT! There was something useful Jimmy actually taught me, a long time ago!" Sheen had an idea.

He then requested Goddard to project a life-like hologram of Jimmy, just like what happened at his tenth birthday party. Judy felt like crying, seeing that the hologram looks exactly like her son. She even wanted to touch it. Sheen then told her to stay focused, and handed her a voice moduling microphone. Goddard ejected a hand sized camera drone and displayed his teleprompter. He then got the hologram to march to Eustace's location. It then met with him in the living room.

"Ah, Neutron! I thought you'd show here eventually. What's wrong? Did that lifesaver of yours turn out to be a failure?" "Yes, indeed. I don't know what could've happen, but maybe I'm not as smart as I used to." "Like you ever were." "You're right. And I'm here to say I am sorry for getting in the way of your plans. I'm sorry for looking through your integrity. You have showed me that it's not about the brains. It's about what you can buy. I am selfish. I'm a loser. I suck and you rule." "The sweet sound of music!" "I'm not worthy of friends and that's probably why Cindy broke up with me for." "Didn't know you two were actually dating. You don't strike me as a boy who has a way with the ladies." "You're absolutely right! Now, will you please, please, lend me the money, so I can help my poor, hurt, dying reject of a friend?" "Well, I suppose you have amused me enough." "*Judy accidentally whispers into the microphone* What a spoiled little brat." "Excuse me?!" "I said I soiled my pants cuz I'm a brat." "Oh. Hurry up and take your money before you start leaking onto my carpet!"

Eustace ordered his butler to fetch the money. He then came back with a huge sack of cash. The hologram wouldn't be able to hold it, so Judy and Mrs. Dean quickly entered the scene to grab the sack.

"Thank you very much, kind sir! *Looks at the hologram* Jimmy, I am both proud and disappointed in you, my son! C'mon, we have a has-been to save!" Said Judy, then they took a run for it.

#Jimmy Neutron #Boy Genius #Nick Dean #Cindy Vortex #Libby Folfax #Carl Wheezer #Sheen Estevez #Season 4 #fanfic #romance #adventure #TVverse #TVEE

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Adoptable requests

If any other writing blogs would like to fill some of these, I’m sure the requesters would appreciate it! Thank you!

You can probably write this later something but, I have acne scars and get zits on my butt, boobs and thighs, I’m thiccc fam, and I get so scared of someone seeing it and like ugh. This has came to my head before of like hanzo having the most flawless skin and then you have me with pimples and scars on my butt like I’d be so scared for him to see em

Hi! Could I have Jesse Mccree and a younger so (nothing crazy everyone’s legal) and they both have feelings for each other but both are too scared to act because the s/o feels like he would never be into her and Jesse feels like she would never be into him and feels like he would be taking advantage of him

Hi!!!! May I have okami!Hanzo (the werewolf not just the white haired old man lol) who’s in a rut, with a sweet thicc™️ s/o who’s more than willing to be bread by him?????? Thanks~

May I request a doe!reader w/ human!Hanzo? Possibly human!McCree if you do more than one character in a request! If not, thanks anyway!

For the skin thing, could you write something with Mystery Man McCree where him and his S/O are partners like Tonto and the Lone Ranger? Sorry I’m just a huge western show nerd 😂😂

My friend, may I request some sub!Reinhardt? Both nsfw and sfw. I feel we lack content with a submissive buff german boy <3

What headcanons do you have for oni genji :D one of my headcanons for him is that (after he's "killed") he wonders around the forest he lives in and searches for lost children (the forest often have many since theres a small village nearby) he guides them out of the forest so they don't get taken by the mean witch mercy who will turns them into frogs or ingredients for her spells (she doesn't but the villagers believe she does)

Headcannons for islander roadhog? Like, who is he? Where did he come f r o m

Young!Hanzo, Okami!Hanzo, and/or Scion!Hanzo! Pretty please!

Can I request some headcanons around getting Blackwatch!Moira's attention?

Camgirl (or boy) adopts hybrid of your choice, hybrid of your choice gets introduced on screen (after consenting of course), hybrid of your choice immediately becomes a fan favorite, hybrid of your choice has just stolen your show and donations.

Hey! Can I please request some shower sex with McCree and a fem!S/O? Gotta get dirty while getting clean, am I right?

All these hybrid AU makes me happy ❤❤ but what if we have kitty!Reader hybrid instead?? Which ow boys gonna love it? And which boys likes kitty!reader with brave and naughty, and which gonna likes it with timid and obidient??

Can you please do a nsfw scenario of junkrat sleeping with a virgin reader? Thank you!

Can I request Jesse or Hanzo with a hybrid panther s/o? Sfw or nsfw, it's up to you

Can I have an order of Genji with a fem!kitty!hybrid reader? I need some kitten play in my life honestly. Whatever you wanna do is fine (but bonus points for collaring and leashing)! NSFW is preferred! :')

Maybe some gentle fisting with McCree, with him being extremely vocal, dirty talking his small trans woman s/o

(NSFW) Poly McCree and Reinhardt with a shy and timid trans woman s/o who is nervous about telling them about her kinks (Mainly musk, feet/socks, size difference, daddy kink) as she's never had a loving partner before, let alone 2. The boys are happy to make her feel nice and loved, while also being naughty and kinky themselves

Hello!! I saw up top it said you were open, but I apologize if not just in case. How about some Hanzo with a housewife kink?? Maybe she can cook exceptional well too? Thank you so much for being so open! Have a great day!!

Can you please do a HC of Jesse, Jamie, and Mako getting jealous? Thanks!

Can I request platonic!Hammond and reader? Like she is a resident of Junkertown that lives near the outskirts of Junkertown and found out about Wrecking Ball’s identity? She’s practically giddy about him being a hamster and gives him a place to stay and work on his mech and Hammond is very grateful. I think it would be fun to be best friends with an adorable hamster!!

How would Genji, Hanzo, Mcree, Mercy, 76, and Reaper feel about an s/o that’s younger than them? Like someone in their twenties while they’re in their thirties or older?

JABDOCIDBWBDKDKS I'm a recent follower and I'm screaming some of your hcs are just so GOOD???? Pls hit me with all that Good Shit©. If it's by any chance okay, could I maybe request Hanzo with fem!s/o that is initially headstrong, but secretly has an omega/housewife kink?? (I'm not sure if I'm using the AU right so sorry in advance.) Thank you so much for always being so open and kind!!! ❤❤

Maybe some headcanons for Brigitte and a hybrid Lion!Hybrid S/O? Fem or gender neutral is okay! Idrc if they're sfw or nsfw I just enjoy your hybrid AU. Do as you please with request! 💕

How about McCree with a puppy hybrid fem!so whose going through a particularly rough heat. Perhaps she's getting false pregnancy vibes, collecting his things behind his back and making a nice nest of it to comfort herself during these trying times. :')

If it’s okay may I please have a scenario where Genji’s been gone for a couple days on a mission and when he gets home he walks in on his girlfriend masturbating and whimpering his name and he just watches for a few minutes before pinning her to the bed and eating her out? Thanks in advance and I hope you’re having a great day :)

Could a hybrid s / o rabbit with a kitty! Genji / kitty! Hanzo?

Could you do Brigette with a chubby fem! So? Like, her gf sees cute couples doing piggybacks all the time and is a little sad bc she thinks she’s way to heavy for Brigette to handle?

Junkrat with a hybrid tiger!reader who growls and hisses at people they dont like and are generally moody except with Junkrat? Like, they'll usually avoid most people but when they see Rat their ears perk up and they stick close to him and just enjoy his company.

Can you please do a HC of Jesse, Jamie, and Mako trying to flirt with a crush? Thanks!

reader is on the enemy team, but our heroes have taken a romantic liking to them (and vice versa). during the middle of their ultimate in-battle, reader pulls them in for a kiss ('stunning' them, thus cancelling their ult) in order to save their own team. by the time the kiss is over, the heroes' ultimate timed out, and reader scrambles back to their team for safety. how would Reaper, McCree and Genji react?

Some NSFW for a nice shiba!Genji? Perhaps he's hit a rut and his fem!so wants to be able to help him out a bit.

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