#she experiments with a lot of technology stuff and gave herself those cause she felt it was very gender and comforting to her!! QwQ

[hazelnutnebula]

🌸💾 and she had the bubblegum hair with the angelic flair

#My Characters #Aya #old oc redesign time !!! ! (sorry no fullbody.. i;ll show off her full outfit at some point ;;) #aya is. a VERY old oc of mine. very special to me. #also! her angel wings are robotic/cybernetic. same thing goes for her eyes!! however theyre simply cosmetic. #she experiments with a lot of technology stuff and gave herself those cause she felt it was very gender and comforting to her!! QwQ #also she's harrison's younger sister *nodding*

[prince-toffee]

She-Ra #0

- Karma -

[Two Years After The Defeat of Horde Prime]

Plumeria

The moonlight of the many Etherian moons rained down and coated the greenery of Plumeria. Plumeria was one of the smallest kingdoms on the planet, there wasn’t anything fancy or kingdom-ly about it. No enormous castles, not even real towns, just a bunce of tree-houses and empty fields. Which in a way was perfect for the refugee clones, the open fields were filled with makeshift tents, with tired, injured, and or defective clones with conditions that had to be looked after, taking up residence in them. Over the two years more and more shelters accumulated since the defeat of Prime and his main armada. It all worked out fairly well, with the clones populating the ground and the Plumerians residing in the trees. They much like most Etherians had mixed feelings about the clones, some were more welcoming than others. Fortunately brawls didn’t break out as often as in some other parts. It was clear that the Princess of the land, Perfuma, wasn’t too thrilled about their presence, but she put on a smile and played nice.

Modulok wasn’t quite sure what the title of ‘royalty’ or ‘Princess’ meant on this world, but it seemed as if the success criteria involved owning some land since there were apparently hundreds of Princesses, some with kingdoms the size of a town, or a nightclub, believe it or not. How the political landscape worked, he did not know. But he didn’t really care either. It was peaceful that was all that mattered to a surgeon and medic like Modulok. The settlement at Plumeria was one of the smaller ones, nowhere near as developed and packed as Doormat or the New Salineas. And again that’s why he liked it, quiet, far away from anything and everything, a grasshopper here, the rustle of leaves there. However something always seemed to go out of its way to find him. Case in point his quite drunk brother, Vultak, who barged into Mod’s tent in the middle of the night.

Vultak clumsily stumbled into the tent, two glasses of some sort of alcoholic drink in hand. He set the glasses on the operating table Mod was currently working on. Before Mod could protest, as he opened his mouth Vultak raised his pointing finger up to him to stop him. V then proceeded to drag a chair from the side to the operating table. V sat down and took a swig emptying one glass. The drunk clone just stared dazed at the patient Modulok was operating on, but caught a glance coming from Mod that was disapproving.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all, carry on.”

That drew out a sigh from the medic, he was all too familiar with those snappy comebacks as well as his delusional pessimistic rants and ravings, which Mod was sure were about to follow. The two just looked at each other, a sedated individual between them, it was quite a comedic scene to be hold if there were a third party observing.

Modulok had lost his arms in one of the countless wars and had replaced them with cybernetics which could split in two giving him the total of four arms to work with. As a defect Modulok had blood red lenses, eyes and teeth. Not to mention his skinny frame, and lack of weight, and inability to gain weight. He wore a black and red tech suit, not bulky like Hordak’s, much thinner with tubes and cables hanging here or there. Under it you could see his bones and rip cage pressed tight around his skin, in some areas the white bone broke through the skin forming vein-like patterns across his body - common side effects for defects. A unique defect to Mod was that his skin was coloured red, it didn’t mean much, but others thought it looked neat.

Vultak was far more odd and different, some clones even called him the strangest clone alive. One of the oldest living too. V was a defect too, defects liked to stick together, at least most of them, not Modulok specifically. Vultak was thin too, like a walking toothpick. Vultak’s top half of his head was a red glass-looking dome resembling a radar display. No eyes. However a long witch-like nose. And shark-sharp teeth, though that was common with all clones. Possibly his most iconic aspect were his retractable wings being able to extend out of his under-arms, unveiling metallic feathers as sharp as knives. Various experimental technology was incorporated into his arms, giving his wings the ability to cause micro-hurricanes, and gusts of wind. And flight, obviously.

Also, he was thousands years old.

“V, you clearly want something so just say it and get it over with, the less time I spend with you the saner I’ll remain.” Modulok stated tiredly knowing fully well conversations with V could be exhausting. He leaned on his right arm which he placed on the table.

“What? Come on, can’t a brother just want to hang out with his other clone brother from another mothership?...” Mod was unamused and unphased, in the pause and silence his expression did not change. “And also my dearest, most awesome, talented brother, who is a doctor... I could... use some of that reeeeeally good tastin’ medicine that only a certified medic like you can hand out.” Vultak gave him a smile and tilted his head.

Mod gave him an eye roll, “I am not handing you the pills!”

“Oh come on, Mod! This stuff’s getting out on the street anyway! You’re not upholding some moral high-ground, you’re not holding society together! Come on, please, just one.”

Modulok waved him off, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. And I’m not trying to up hold anything, I don’t care what happens out there, but it just so happens that when some stupid non-sense takes place out there it means I’ve got more work here.” In a way he was right, Modulok was the most famous medic from the Galactic Horde, known across countless galaxies, being a defect medic and a medic for defects, that increased his infamous status. If anyone, any clone was in need of aid they turned to him for help, to say Mod was busy would’ve been an understatement. “Don’t even get me started on those pills that Hordak and Dryl made, I have no idea what they were thinking.”

The Isle Pills. Small capsules of biochemical engineering, synthesized from the ‘infected’ ‘tainted’ plants of Beast Island. That was the way people described the island, there were many theories about the landmass, a lot of scary campfire stories, disputes about whether it even existed. Its existence was apparently confirmed by the Princess of Dryl. Something about backstabbing and being imprisoned on the island, the clones weren’t sure, and they didn’t care much. But the nature of the island had been kept secretive, partially perhaps because the lab-partners studying the location don’t know many thing about it either.

It is also to be noted that they, the pills, weren’t meant for wide spread public use, apparently the Drylian Princess herself was against the production of it. But somehow they got out. Modulok was sure Hordak wasn’t thrilled that his experimental treatment for his defection was being distributed like hot buns at a bakery sale.

The pills have an altering affect on the consumer’s mood and how they perceive reality. Where the island would have enraptured an individual in their own fears and insecurities, somehow those mad-scientists altered the effect of the flora to envelop the individual in numbness and sleep-like paralysis. Hordak no doubt developed the pills as a way of coping with his defection and all the pain that came with it. So the product became quite popular with other defects. Including V, to no surprise. The pills were addictive and seemingly untested, and someone was making a profit off of it no doubt.

“They probably weren’t thinking, that’s what! If you ask me that Hordak guy is insane. All his bad decisions always seem to bit us in the rear.” The infamous Hordak, a general from a previous life, a defect that was sent to the frontlines by Prime personally, some even have speculated that he was meant to be Prime’s next bodily vessel. So in a sick twisted way, that defect saved him. Funny how life works.

Hordak somehow ended up on Etheria, he doesn’t even know how, somehow he amassed a large following and took over half a continent, destroyed a lot in the process. People hate him, his face, and that means of course many weren’t thrilled about hundreds of thousands of clones falling from the sky and finding a home and shelter on Etheria. Honestly, Modulok didn’t like him much either. Vultak unlike Mod actually quite liked Hordak as he served under him once, V trusted him.

“Mod, they would’ve hated us with or without him at the helm, at the end of the day he’s one of us, the whole universe hates us, we gotta stick together.”

“Where’s your ‘screw everything’ mentality gone to?”

V downed his second glass and wiped his mouth, “Washed away and washed down...” V just stared at the now empty glass inspecting it suspiciously as if he was looking if the glass was withholding additional liquid from him. It became obvious that V was thinking, contemplating something, he placed the glass down with a ‘clink’ on the table. “...I’ve been getting the nightmares again. And it’s getting worse, it always does. It’s not long ‘til the nightmares start coming out during the day, while you’re awake.”

Modulok understood, of course he did. He too had went through some harrowing experiences, war is never a good thing for the mind. Mod was an excellent surgeon and doctor, he can do some miracles with scalpels and bandages, he could take care of physical wounds. But there were wounds and scars that he couldn’t heal.

Vultak continued, “Do you believe in karma, Mod?” The question gave the medic pause, he didn’t quite know how to answer that, and he was sure this was one of those questions you don’t answer as V was going to no doubt continue and give his own answer. But the short reply would’ve been ‘no’, Mod didn’t believe in any higher power or any metaphysical concepts such as fate or destiny, it all rather felt far-fetched to him. “That our actions and deeds from our previous lives affect and decides our fate and fortune in the future?

That the future takes roof in the past? You do good, you have good fortune, a good life awaits you. You do bad, you have bad fortune, hell’s coming your way. Revenge and retribution on a cosmic level. It’s the universe’s way of punishing the evil and the wicked, that’s us by the way.

And we do deserve it, don’t we. I mean we’re literally walking, breathing, war machines, our sole purpose was to destroy, perpetuate war and cause all around carnage.

Everyone always wants to blame Hordak for Etheria hating us, but every single one of us has had a part in conquering half the damn universe! Countless worlds either chained or turned to dust, all thanks to us, all of us.

All the terrible things we’ve done, and now what? We just get to have a happy ending? No. No, no, no. Karma’s just getting ready, reeling back, ready to backhand all of us to oblivion. We gotta suffer first... Karma’s balance, karma’s proportional. Which isn’t good for us since we did a lot of wrong-doings. Remember the Siege of Denebria, the War for Primus, the Taking of Trolla, the centuries-long Massacres at Epsilon-19, everyone wants to forget that hellscape death-trap. But we just can’t, some things claw their way back to the surface from below all that brainwashing-sauce.

And that’s just the horrid stuff we remember!... Can you imagine how many lives we’ve forgotten? How many years we’ve lost? How many people we’ve forgotten? That four eyed freak robbed us of everything that made us, us!... All that stuff’s gonna bite us in the back.”

Modulok simply listened, he was used to V’s rants and ravings, but all that... seemed different. Usually V made out everything to be a joke, never taking anything serious, he was a jokester. The nihilistic joker seemed to be subdued, some sort of seriousness, some existential dread on his face. Vultak was genuinely opening up to Mod, and he appreciated that. But it was a shame they had to get drunk first before having conversations like that.

Mod became gradually more worried as V continued with the dialogue, after he paused and just began to stare blankly at his glass again Modulok responded, “I appreciate you opening up, kind of, V, I just wish it didn’t take the influence of alcohol... [sigh] Look, V, I know tomorrow is never certain, and that we all carry the weight of scars on our brittle shoulders... but please believe me when I tell you, that everything will be okay, everything will get better. Don’t drown yourself in poison. The world’s not falling apart, and neither should you.” Mod placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, trying to comfort his friend.

Vultak simply looked up at his brother, his face blank, he knew Mod meant well, but it didn’t help much to comfort him. And so V hopelessly replied, uttering almost a warning, “Just you wait doc, the sky’s gonna come crashing down on our heads.”

#hordak #horde clones #horde prime

[mothman-clarice-2]

A Rant/Essay about Moira and Sigma and how they’ve changed my life

Hi so I am in a very very very good mood right now and I really want to rant about some things I love. 

As my followers may know very well by now, I LOVE Overwatch. Specifically I LOOOVE Moira and Sigma. I less so have a special interest in Overwatch and more so in those specific characters. 

Quick thing for those who don’t know, a special interest is a term used by people under the Autism spectrum to describe a subject or thing they have a very strong personal connection to. 

I have recently discovered I have Aspergers syndrome, a neurodevelopmental disorder that affects the person’s ability to socialize and causes them to have repetitive and restrictive behaviors and/or interests. Basically it’s very similar to Autism but there are some slight differences that differentiate the two that I won’t go into here because it’ll take too long, but you can research them yourself if you want to of course. 

This has been a HUGE discovery for me because I have known I was very different from other people for a long time but I had no idea why. This discovery explains EVERYTHING. I finally understand why I have such a hard time communicating with people and why I have such unusual tendencies (such as becoming hyper-fixated on things I like). This relates to my love of Moira and Sigma. 

In Overwatch, Moira O’Deorain is a brilliant Irish geneticist on the cutting edge of her field. She has made numerous revolutionary advancements in genetic technology and manipulation. She has devoted her life to her work and advancing the Human race as a species. However, she has a very dark side to her achievements. She has achieved her discoveries by disregarding all ethics and morality in her experiments. She has experimented on everything from animals to herself to even other humans. She has performed experiments on herself that have left her permanently disfigured (her right arm). She has performed experiments on people that have permanently changed their bodies in agonizing ways (Reaper). She believes that ethics are holding back scientific advancement and that they are a waste of time. Pretty horrible right? I wouldn’t blame you for calling that evil. However, you can’t say she is absolutely evil. 

Yes what she has done is horrible and she is completely morally bankrupt, but she also does what she does because she wants to help people. She does what she does because it’s for the betterment of the world. And it has made the world better! In the lore, she has made numerous revolutionary advancements in genetic technology! She is an absolute genius who is helping better the world in massive ways! But at the same time, she is hurting other people to get there. That is the epitome of complete moral ambiguity. 

And I LOVE that. 

You can’t say she’s completely good because she hurts people and disregards ethics as a waste of time. But you also can’t say she evil because she has made revolutionary scientific discoveries that could save the lives of millions. 

I love Moira not just because she is a complex character but I also relate to her on numerous levels. 

For one, she is Irish and I have a lot of Irish heritage. I adore my Irish culture and I love how she seems to be passionate about it as well given that she is fluent in Gaelic (our ancient language which is actually dying out) and she has a lot of Irish oriented stuff in the game. She has actually really caused me to get invested in my Irish heritage and learn about my culture. Another thing I relate to is that she has a great appreciation for art and is just generally pretty eccentric. She loves dressing up and cosplaying and art and music and all of these different things that I also love. 

One of the biggest reasons I relate to her though is her lack of ability to understand people’s emotions. I am a very empathetic person but at the same time I have a very hard time connecting to people. I have always had trouble interacting with people and making friends because I don’t understand how people normally communicate. From what I have seen, Moira is like that too. She doesn’t seem to really have any friends (she was sorta friends with Gabriel but that was more of a business friendship) and everyone seems to either hate her or thinks she’s creepy or weird. I headcanon that Moira is high functioning autistic because of her lack of empathy and difficulty understanding people’s emotions. 

Obviously I am not saying autistic people are unempathetic sociopathic mad scientists, far from it actually. People with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) can either be very empathetic or they can lack empathy to varying degrees on both sides. Sometimes they are just as empathetic as everybody else. Everyone under the autism spectrum is completely different. I just think Moira is one of the people who lacks empathy to a very high degree. I think Moira having autism that causes her to lack empathy is a very good explanation for her beliefs and how she behaves, not to mention it’s something I relate to. 

As for Sigma, he’s a different character entirely. 

Siebren de Kuiper (pronounced “Ki-per” with “Ki” as in “kite”) is a brilliant Dutch astrophysicist. He is known for being a very eccentric introvert with a brilliant mind and a deep, fiery passion for his work. He performed an experiment that would’ve revolutionized technology by being able to harness the power of a black hole but it went terribly wrong. The accident left him completely traumatized and his psyche destroyed. This accident also gave him the ability to control gravity but I’m not really gonna talk about that in this because it’s not really necessary. 

Sigma has a lot of anxious tendencies, for example he has numerous voice lines where he becomes anxious or panicked. He says the phrase “hold it together” many times, a phrase he uses to try and comfort himself when he feels panicked. All of these have caused me to headcanon that he has PTSD and/or some other kind of anxiety disorder (although I haven’t decided which one yet). 

I personally have struggled with generalized anxiety and social anxiety for a long time so I find myself relating to his anxiety. Something about seeing this  62 year old absolute GIANT of a man (he’s 8′1″) having anxiety and relating to me in so many ways is really comforting. 

Whenever I am sad or anxious about something, I think of Sigma and I channel my fears through him. I do that a lot actually, not just with anxiety but with other emotions as well. Whenever I am really really happy about something, I think of Sigma and Moira. Whenever I’m depressed, I think about Sigma and Moira. I channel all of my emotions through these characters by acting out scenes in my head, imagining scenarios with them, or drawing them. Sometimes when I’m sad I’ll imagine Moira and Sigma in happy scenarios to cheer myself up. 

These characters, these fictional things from a video game, have had such an important impact on me I can’t even begin to describe it. I connect with these characters so deeply and so personally. 

I found myself connecting to them mostly during quarantine. This was the time when I was the loneliest I had ever been in my life. I was the most stressed and depressed I had ever been. I had lost a close family member and two beloved pets in a very short span of time. On top of this, I had no friends. I was completely downtrodden and lost. Then I decided to start playing Overwatch again, and everything started to change. 

I fell back in love with Moira more than ever and I found a brand new love for Sigma. I felt more connected to these characters than I ever would've because I had pretty much nobody else to connect to. These characters became my strongest coping mechanism and, in a way, my imaginary friends. I channeled all of my anxieties and sadness and grief and loneliness through them. I used them to help me grieve my loved ones. At the same time, I channeled my joy and pride and passions through them. These characters give me comfort when I need it most. That is something so special I can’t even begin to describe it. I love these characters with every single fiber of my heart and soul. They have been my greatest coping mechanism in these extremely tumultuous times. They helped me find actual friends for the first time in years, friends who I have been able to relate to and who love me despite my odd quirks and behaviors.

These fictional characters, these video game models, these lines of code, they have helped me survive my darkest days and enriched my brightest moments. These characters have fundamentally changed my life. 

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

Thank you Overwatch. Even though your fanbase can be one of the most toxic things I have ever seen, you have given me friends and two characters that kept me going when life was trying its hardest to keep me down. You have really shown me the power of fiction and its ability to change lives. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 

And thank you to whoever is still reading this. Seriously, I can’t believe you actually had the patience to listen to me ramble for so long about something so specific to me. It’s frankly incredible and I have endless respect for you. Your attention span is literally god-like if you were able to read through all this and I wanna thank you for blessing me with your priceless time and attention. It really is amazing.

#personal #positive rant #overwatch

[darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts]

Devil’s own luck pt8

Warnings: strong language, mobstyling war lords 

Masterlst link

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Chapter 8 – Forgotten Instincts

After the doors had closed [Name] let out a noise that was a mixture of a cry and groan causing Mitsuhide to look to see if she had somehow hurt herself on something in the few seconds it had taken him to press the button on the wall.

“Sing for your Master! What the Hell!? First, I get told I’m being ‘kept’ here as a kind of puppet. Even knowing that I still get shocked by the fact that he wants to take me out to give a performance of God knows what, to where, and for who.” The air around her was buzzing and her voice was a controlled mixture of rage and confusion.

“Nobunaga is normally like that and once his mind is set…” Mitsuhide had begun to try to smooth out her mood only to be interrupted.

“It’s not about him. I mean he is an arrogant, demanding jerk, but it’s not about him at all it’s me.” Her voice still had an edge to it that could have cut glass but she was calming down and her shoulders rounded as she hung her head.

“You? I’m afraid you’ve lost me my dear.” Mitsuhide kept his small comfortable distance from her so as not to exasperate the situation. No good has ever come from getting too close to a woman in an emotionally agitated state. Tell them to calm down they simply get angrier, but he had a new urge to reach out and touch her. Look up.

“Yes me. I have never in all my life felt to completely useless. I can’t do anything. I can’t go home I can’t work, I can’t see my cat, I can’t go outside, there is nothing for me to do except sit in my room looking out of the windows. I’m in a situation I can’t escape from and I can’t change it… I’m so frustrated with myself that I even got into this mess in the first place.” Desperation leaked through her words as she plainly spelled out what she was thinking and feeling. It was a jumbled mess but she was still processing her thoughts.

Mitsuhide suddenly understood she wasn’t just angry at Nobunaga and his plans he made without consideration for others, she was lashing out at herself internally. Well I know how that feels, that is a feeling I can work with. He had never been good with crying women, but angry, hurt, damaged those things fell right into his skill set.

“Well little mouse it might be best if instead of focusing on what you can’t do and instead look at what you can.” He was speaking from experience with that at least. He knew it was difficult to be in a situation you cannot avoid but it helped to focus on when you can control rather than what you couldn’t.

“What do you mean?” She looked up at him her questioning eyes glittering before him and he really wanted to move closer but forced himself to remain in place. Teasing is all very well and good but it is only fun when they aren’t already upset.

“You can ask for anything except your freedom. If you wish for new clothes, make up, games… they are all but a request away.” Mitsuhide remined her. You have either forgotten this or you really are just a simple little creature content with very little.

“And you honestly expect me to be happy playing dress up, doing girly stuff day in day out… I’m going to go even crazier!” The glitter in her eyes turned to sparks as she pushed back verbally against him. It wasn’t exactly a fight but she was defiant to the last.

It was true that when he had visited her apartment there had been enough to comfortably live but nothing that he would have said screamed she was that kind of girl lying around. Her clothes were meticulously organized in their appropriate draws and cupboards and her vanity table had a bare minimum of make-up. There was obviously a woman there but not one that spent a lot of money on either her clothing or her own vanity. Low maintenance isn’t so bad, not like she needs a lot of make up anyway.

“Point taken… well then what would you usually do that didn’t involve going outside to entertain yourself?” Curiosity started to kick in now and he found himself asking a genuine question without any under lying motives. When did I care so much about making one person comfortable?

“Well I watched DVDs, read some books, I also had my cat, my mobile, laptop, oh and I had my hobby.” She looked a bit nostalgic as she remembered how she coped with spare time. It was strange to see that look when she had only really been with them all for nearly a week. But he knew how time seemed to drag when you had nothing to do, a day felt like a week a week a month and so on. They just blurred and time itself felt like it had stopped. If time flies when you’re having fun, it dies when you aren’t.

“Mobile and laptop completely off limits I’m sorry but I must control communications during this time and those are a big no no. But this hobby of yours… it wasn’t going out running and locating gun fights now was it?” He couldn’t stop it he teased her and she gave a little huff to his words but still answered him.

“No, I paint and draw.” Calmer now it looked like she had suddenly remembered where they were as she went quite balling her fists up at her sides looking at the sliding doors in front of them.

The elevator stopped and opened once more onto the corridor that ran to the other rooms in the building and she removed herself quickly from the metal box.

“I didn’t know that.” Mitsuhide said thoughtfully as he moved to her side and they began walking once more.

“Did you ask?” Her little jab was a tiny bit biting but from her face he could see she was just poking back at him.

“Touché.” Muttered Mitsuhide as he looked down on her.

They remained in a comfortable silence until they reached her room. It was curious, Mitsuhide had never taken an interest in anyone unless it benefited him to do so and yet he found himself wanting to dig deeper and find out more about this slip of a girl that obliviously puts herself in danger, speaks her mind without a filter and whilst she was undeniably fragile she showed such strength.

“Thank you.” Her quite words caught him off guard and he looked at her again.

“Emm what for? I haven’t done anything that warrants thanks.” Mitsuhide asked clearly perplexed by the gratitude. It was true he hadn’t if anything she could probably blame him for a lot of her situation but instead she wasn’t.

“I just wanted to say it. Anyway… Good night Mitsuhide.” She flashed his a genuinely vibrant smile that sucked all the air from his lungs. She appeared to be moving in slow motion as she entered her room and closed the door behind her but all to fast it was over and he was rooted to the spot by her door staring at the memory of the first smile she had ever shown him replaying it over and over before his eyes. Well that is incredibly unfair.

He managed to move his body away from her room and back to his and he went straight to his kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red wine pouring himself a large glass of it before deciding on put his lips to the bottle and chugging a few gulps instead. He let out a deep sign before setting down the bottle and picking up the glass moving towards his balcony for some fresh air.

As he lent on the railing gazing out into the city still alive and buzzing he took a deep breath before sighing once more. It wasn’t like him, it wasn’t like him at all not once in all these years had he let someone get under his skin. But out of no where she slid in like smoke seeping into his pores and running into him until she came to his frozen heart and made it beat once more.

“This could be very, very bad…” He recalled the feeling he had had when he first brought her here and contrary to his words and negative tone of his voice he was smiling.

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The sun had set hours ago and the long shadows of the night had all joined up blanketing the area in darkness. He moved into the buildings foyer and collected the mail from the wall of post boxes. Junk mostly but a few envelopes promised to be something that required reading. He dumped the junk mail into the recycling bin before moving to the staircase to begin his climb to her apartment.

She told him she didn’t get in elevators even in this building it was clear she was terrified of them so it didn’t shock him. He preferred staircases as it limited the chance or time he might be caught on a camera. In a lift you were more than likely on camera from the second the door opened, however in a staircase you could see it and maybe move to avoid it if you wanted too. Blind spots… we all had them and our technology wasn’t much better.

He reached the level he was looking for and quickly found her front door. He pulled out her keys that he had taken from her when she was passed out in his arms, he also had her mobile phone. He didn’t remember doing it, it was in some way a reflex of his, a secondary unconscious motion that had saved his neck many times before.

He smirked at the collection of cutesy keychains as he turned the key in the lock. How adorably predictable. Inside the tiny apartment it was the same as she had left it, clean, tidy and if he was honest comforting. He felt it when he first found the place that her presence in the small abode was like walking into a welcoming hug. How long had it been since that had happened? Did it ever actually happen?

His experience with relationships was tainted he knew that. You don’t grow up in their world and not meet your fair share of schemers, blackmailers, would be assassins or collection of other people who are trying to get what they can before it’s too late. Rewards for deeds best left forgotten. If he had found warmth in someone else’s arms it was normally an act of some sort. Never fall in love, never get deeply attached, hell he was damned now if he could remember the names. Shaking his head slightly he moved towards the living room and sat on her sofa and checked her mail for her.

He flipped his phone open and typed out a few names and numbers before closing it again assured that the bills had been paid without even having to check. He saw her laptop sitting in the corner and was tempted to pick it up and look but decided to leave that for another night.

– Purrwow –

Her cat jumped up on the sofa next to him looking at him with a pair of deep green eyes. Pets in general didn’t interest him, he knew that Masamune had a pet tiger that he rescued from a black-market dealer when he was buying supplies for his company. Nobunaga had that big black bird that he was told was a hawk of some sort, Ieyasu had a deer so some unknown reason, Hideyoshi had a monkey which always got a few laughs from Nobunaga as “the resemblance is uncanny. Must be in the DNA.” Mitsuhide had no pet, he was barely around so having one seemed like it might be unfair to the creature so he never bothered. Mitsunari had brought home a kitten one day he found by a dumpster and if Mitsuhide went to see him in the library the cat would normally curl up and let him stroke it.

This cat, her cat, just seemed to stare at him. If he was another sort of man he would possibly get unnerved by it but he just stared back into those emerald eyes and waited for this staring game end.

He had arranged for one of his men to pop in and check on the cat as part of basic duties. And he could see that the litter box and bowls were all clean and filled.

“Well what do you want?” He asked the purring creature.

The cat hopped down and walked into a different room and he followed. It was her bedroom. Crisp white sheets with delicate cherry blossom patterns on the edges on the bed, neatly arranged furniture around the room feminine in a minimal and modest way. Just like her, He thought to himself as he watched the cat move to a mirrored door beside it clawing at it lightly before looking at him.

“What you go a toy in there of something?” He chuckled lightly at the animal pining for its trapped plaything and he slid the door back to see a couple of portfolios. That’s right she did say she drew. Without staying any longer, the cat walked off with a tiny swagger as if to say it’s work here was done.

He picked up the portfolios and placed them on the bed and opened them. Inside drawings and paintings in pencil and ink mesmerized him slightly. Landscapes, mythical creatures, people, there even seemed to be a few that looked like dress designs. She was good, there was an innocent, naive quality to it all and it was so very her and very charming. After admiring them for a while he carefully put them away again and left the apartment. In his car he took out his phone and left a message for one of his contacts to get in touch in the morning.

“Did I just take orders from a cat?” he asked himself as he started up the car. He shook his head laughing to himself as he made his way downtown.

In the darker shadows across the street from the apartment block hidden from the pools of light cast down from the street lamps, a figure dressed in black watched as one of the six pulled away. After a few minutes they too left the scene without a trace and headed to a warehouse outside of the city.

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[ironbloodaika]

If there was a show you really wanted to reboot so you could go back and fix all the problems you had with it, which show would it be and what changes would you make?

Sorry for the delay in answering this Charlie. My memory’s been wonky lately. XD First off thanks for asking this, I love these sorta asks. I used to get these all the time from Jenn, but the less said about that the better.

I’ve thought about this and the one I REALLY think could use a reboot/fresh coat of paint is definitely Danny Phantom. It had a lot of strong points, but was also lacking quite a bit. Some I saw when it first aired and others only after re-watching and the gift of hindsight. So here’s a list of things I’d change/improve to the series if I could in no particular order.

*Have some solid continuity/character growth for the characters. A sad trend I’ve noticed with a lot of Butch shows is that they don’t tend to really have the characters under go arcs that span longer than an episode or even make reference or learn from past events. Occasionally they DO pop up, but they’re very rare and fleeting. It helps when you’re airing episodes without any regard to order, but it really hamstrings your ability to tell engaging stories or have the characters grow when there’s no guarantee that anything that happened is gonna carry over into future episodes.

*Give Danny a spine. Danny’s kinda stuck with one of the most annoying problems I see in a lot of cartoons, especially Butch shows I’ve noticed. The hero, despite having all these amazing gifts and powers, still doesn’t stick up for himself in even the most basic of circumstances. Look, I understand Danny can’t just go using his powers to push back against bullies or anyone who makes him mad. It’d be taking advantage of his powers and run the risk of abuse. But for the love of God, Danny, grow an f’ing spine! Despite facing Eldrich Abominations on a semi-daily basis, this guy still has to kowtow to the likes of Dash and the jocks for no real reason. For fuck’s sake kid, Peter Parker got bit by a radioactive spider and gained enough strength to bench-press a Buick. Yeah, he didn’t advertise he had powers and still acted meek around others, but he actually started standing up for himself. He didn’t fucking sitdown and take it. Instead the show seems to pain ANY attempts of him using his abilities for any sort of personal gain is wrong. And if we wanna play by that logic, fine, but have Danny at LEAST stand up to Dash. I’ve learned through my own experience that ignoring or running from a bully solves NOTHING. If Danny isn’t gonna tell a teacher or something of the blonde sociopath making his life hell, then fucking stand up for yourself. Teach kids to not take that shit.

*Okay that last one went on a bit. Sorry, that just really bothered me. Second thing I’d do is give Tucker some development. Of the main 3, he’s one who really never went through and arc and often times felt like a 3rd Wheel at best and an annoyance at worse. They keep playing up how his love of tech makes him unpopular, but it really comes off more he’s unpopular for just how grating he is. I’m not sure what school Butch went to, but in my days EVERYONE knew SOMETHING about technology. They weren’t fucking Luddites. Give Tucker SOMETHING to add to the story besides just being there and cracking wise.

*SAM. Sam needs a real overhaul. At first I didn’t mind her, but she’s really grated on me with the passage of time. I’ve shared my thoughts and feelings on her a LOT on this account, so I invite anyone who wants to check those pieces out to checked the Sam Manson tags for more on that. But to keep it short, give her SOME kind of depth. Sam really comes off as more shallow than the people she derides, constantly complaining about stuff by the mere fact it’s popular, propping herself and her interests up on a pedestal because they’re not “mainstream”, forces her friends and others to alter their life-styles to fit HER choices, and comes off as more of a contrarian lashing out at Mommy and Daddy than someone who legit BELIEVES any of the crap she’s spouting.

*Give the secondary characters some love. With how much we have episodes that focus on characters like Jazz, Valerie, Paulina, or Dash, they don’t really change all that much or have much going for them to begin with. Valerie has the strongest arc of the bunch, but it’s sadly dropped near the end of the series and doesn’t really get the resolution it deserved. Jazz played a roll as a secret keeper to Danny, but didn’t really do much before or after those episodes. It would have been cool to see the sort of relationship she had with her brother before knowing he had super powers and how their dynamic worked before then. Even get a glimpse to how she is at school. Maybe like how despite all the things Danny thinks about her being smart and perfect, it’s because of those things that’s she’s really not all that popular at school. We never DO see her really hang with anyone outside of Danny and his friends. And Dash and Paulina just serve to as foil to Danny or Sam respectively. Dash only serves to remind me how much the Casper High is dropping the ball on preventing very clear and public bullying and Paulina and Sam get into arguments that, let’s face it, are instigated 9/10 times by Sam for no other reason than she can. Have these characters GROW. There are a lot of parallels made between the cast of Danny Phantom and Spider-Man and here’s a bit some people tend to forget, the kids who bullied Peter Parker before he got his powers? They grew up. They stopped being bullies, made up for their short comings, and became actual adults. But everyone seems to wanna keep them as these static bullies who only serve to cause tension and nothing else. I’m not saying upgrade them to Sixth Ranger status, but if you’re gonna have them be in so many episodes and in such a chaotic series, have them add SOMETHING.

*Dig deeper into the Ghost Mythos. One thing they REALLY need to take advantage of is the fact that ghosts EXIST in this universe. There IS an afterlife or at the very least an alternate dimension we SUDDENLY have access too. I feel that this should be a much bigger deal to their world than it is, but everyone seems to just accept it and move on. Unless Danny really DOES live in the Marvel universe, I don’t think the fact his parents literally created a portal to the afterlife should be treated as an after thought. You have so many chances to explore with this concept, especially with the ghosts Danny fights themselves. So many different types of spirits and apparitions in folklore to take inspiration from. Hell, the series flat out tells us that a lot of these ghosts WERE people at some point. They had lives. Families. But they never really touch upon this fact and just treat them like a Monster of the Week. You’d think Danny would get tired of fighting and try to do something a bit more long-term with some of the ghosts who’d like to just be left alone. Instead we get a really weak ‘retcon’ that ghosts are just extra-dimensional creatures who THINK they’re the spirits of the dead. That seems like stupidly complicating the matter. Why even call them ghosts if they’re not? 

*Speaking of ghosts, how about they finally explain why the fuck they can’t shut that damn portal down. Seriously. It’s the SOLE means the ghosts have of getting out as often as they do. Danny KNOWS this. But the fact he never ones tries to shut-down or disable the thing is astounding. If they just gave us a reason like it was too big to shut and the machine was there to keep it from getting BIGGER, that I’d buy. It’d at LEAST be an explanation. To me this is one of those elements that if you just removed, the series would literally end at that point.

*This is sorta looping back, but Danny seems to be very split in personality depending on the episode. He’s either cocky and brimming with confidence to the point of arrogance or a moppy sad-sack who is all to willing to quit and ditch his powers despite the levels of stupid such an act would bring. Look, I’m not saying a hero shouldn’t be confident or have low-points, but they feel very random and often time serve no other purpose than to force a scenario where he’s either humbled or turned into such a Butt Monkey by the narrative it starts getting sad. Even Spider-Man in the 90′s cartoon didn’t have it that bad. And he felt about quitting every other story arc.

*Give Sam and Danny better chemistry. IF you’re gonna have these two together, give us SOMETHING to work with. These two don’t have a lot of chemistry, all they do is blush and avert eyes. It’s really not that impressive. It’d be cute if they’re grade-schoolers and this was a story of young love, but they don’t really click in any kind of romantic sense with what we’re given. I know Valerie was given as a Romantic False Lead, but you wanna know something? They actually WORKED. There was some goddamed communication there. Some really adorable flirting, compliments, and sweet moments. They didn’t bicker every five minutes and made each other happy. Hell, if they had pulled an American Dragon and had Valerie find out about Danny and ultimately be okay with it after finding out she’d been played, I’d have completely been okay with it. Instead we have to accept him getting with a girl who can’t even bare the sight of him showing interest in another girl while STILL denying she has feelings for him. Look, I grew tired of that bullshit in Total Drama, Sam, don’t push me.

Well that’s all I’ve got to say on this end. Most of it springs down to character and story elements since I feel that’s where the show really frays out. Hopefully this answers your question, Charlie, and it was a good read. Thanks again for the question! :D

[acuaticamber06]

Undertone, Chapter Two

Hey, everybody! Here's chapter two! It's as big as the first one (I believe), but I don't think I'll split them up anymore. You get the whole honking thing ALL AT ONCE! Haha, settle in with some hot chocolate for this one, 'cause it gets awfully cute at the end. 

Warnings: None in this chapter! 

Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale or any of the characters from the game. This story is for fun. ^_^ 

(PS: I figured out how to put a Read More cut in my posts, so the rest of this rather long chapter is under the cut!!!)

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Chapter Two 

Mentally, Rin backpedaled. 

No, no, no, no, no! Why him? Why now? How am I going to explain Jenna?!? 

Almost unconsciously, she pulled Jenna over to face the bartender, prompting her to speak. 

"Here. Ask him." 

Jenna looked startled briefly, but got over it quickly. It seemed that she considered everyone beneath her. 

"Hey there!" She leaned on the bar. "My car ran out of gas and my phone is dead. May I use your phone to call my dad?" 

The fire elemental looked back and forth between them. After what felt like ages, he picked up a cordless landline and handed it to Jenna. 

"Thanks, hon!" Jenna smiled, popping her gum and moving to a table to make the call. 

While thrusting Jenna between them had prevented that initial interaction, suddenly Rin found herself alone with the man of fire. Panic surged through her system again. She wished desperately that she could just melt into the floor. 

Are there monsters who can do that? That would be a cool party trick. 

The fire elemental seemed to study her as she stood frozen against the bar, trying not to let on that she was having a mental breakdown. As if making a decision, he picked up something behind him and stood it on the bar top. It was a tablet with a kickstand, and it had some kind of messaging app running. He turned to the computer on his right and began typing. Words appeared on the screen in front of her. 

*Are you okay? 

~~~ 

Grillby watched several emotions wash over her face, surprise being chief among them. He had nearly forgotten the reactions people had to his communication system. 

No one could have been more surprised than Grillby to see the pharmacy girl and the pink-haired customer in his bar. Together, no less. When he'd last seen them, the pink one had gotten the raven-haired girl in trouble. 

He saw her reaching for the tablet to send a response, so he kept typing. That's how the rest of his customers had reacted when he first implemented the system: as if he'd suddenly become deaf as well as mute. The regulars were all used to the system now. 

It's been a long time since I've spoken to someone new. 

*I can hear you just fine. You can speak. 

"Oh! Uh, okay." The girl flushed and snatched her hands back. "Yes. I'm fine. I'm okay." 

Grillby didn't believe that for a second. She looked terrified. And he'd had a lot of experience with that particular expression over the past year, being a fire elemental and all. If she was afraid of him, he knew better than to press the issue. 

*Can I get you something? 

She read the line and shook her head. Her black hair tumbled about her shoulders and reflected his light back to him. 

"N-no thank you." She turned to look at her companion. 

Maybe it would be better if I left her alone. 

Grillby thought for a moment. He wanted to give the girl some space, but he also wanted to extend an olive branch; a peace offering to prove that he meant her no harm. 

He grabbed a glass and scooped some ice into it. Picking up a pen, he tapped it on the bar top to get her attention. When she turned to look at him, he set the glass down and used the soda gun to fill it with water. He used to avoid the stuff, but the technology available in the human world made it much easier to handle. 

*My name is Grillby. I still have a few things to do in the back. If you need anything, just let me know. :) 

She read the message and Grillby dipped his head with a gentle smile. 

"Thank you. I will." She gave him a small smile of her own. 

Satisfied that he'd done all that he could, Grillby headed to the kitchen to finish prepping for the evening. He bustled around, stacking clean dishes and chopping burger toppings. And every time he passed the service window, he couldn't help but glance out, checking on the strange pair in his bar. 

~~~ 

Rin blinked down at the glass of water in front of her. The ice shifted and clinked musically against the sides. 

Grillby. So the bar was named after him. 

I never told him my name. 

She took a sip and set the glass down. 

"Okay. I love you, Daddy." Jenna came over and put the phone on the bar top. "My dad's not coming." 

Somehow, Rin wasn't surprised.

"So, we're stuck here." She swirled the water in the glass, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Doomed to forever endure each other's company." 

Jenna rolled her eyes. "No. Of course not. He's sending a tow truck to take the car to our mechanic." 

"What? Why? All we need is some gas." 

"Yeah, maybe. It's the same thing he did last time this happened." Jenna pulled out a mirror and reapplied her lipstick. "We ride back with the mechanic, and Daddy will be there to meet us." 

Rin looked at her watch. There was no way she'd be able to make it to the interview now. She reached over for the phone. 

"Time for me to make a call of my own." 

Jenna snapped the compact shut. "Well, I'll be outside waiting for the tow truck. Anything's better than hanging out in this dump." 

Rin dialed a number and listened to it ring, watching Jenna's receding shadow dance along the wall. 

"Hello! Sandy speaking. How may I direct your call?" 

"Hi, Sandy. This is Rin Locklear. I have an interview at 4:30, but something has come up and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it." 

~~~ 

When Grillby passed the service window he heard the tail-end of the raven-haired girl's conversation. 

"...I'm afraid I won't be able to make it. ...Oh. I see. And you aren't hiring for any other positions at this time? ...Alright. Well, thank you anyway." 

So she was job hunting. Maybe the other girl had gotten her fired. 

She could work here. 

Grillby stopped in his tracks and shook his head at the unchecked thought. He knew better than to mix work with anything else. Why would an idea like that pop up all of a sudden? 

Wait, mixing work with what? I don’t really know her. Why would it be a problem to be her boss?

He felt blue flames flare up on his face. Grillby had never believed in love at first sight or anything like it. She was a stranger. A human! He’d only ever even seen her twice. And he didn’t know anything about her.

An image of her eyes peeking out behind her flowing black hair flickered through his mind. Grillby could hear his heart beating in his ears.

What is this? Why am I so...drawn to her?

Was his mind trying to trick him somehow? He’d always been a fairly logical guy. So many of the elementals had a tendency to be ruled by their emotions, and Grillby had fought to keep himself grounded in facts over the course of his life. He was controlled. Analytical. Calm.

When he finally brought his attention back to the bar, she was gone. His heart sank a little, and he set down his knife. Suddenly, he didn't feel like peeling garnishes for drinks. 

What is wrong with me?

~~~ 

"Well, dah good news is that ah'm ready to pull outta here." The mechanic mopped his face with a red bandanna. "Dah bad news is that ah've only got room for one passenger on dah way back. Dat means that one of you'se gonna hafta get a ride home wif someone else." 

Rin felt her stomach drop, but before Jenna could say a word, she held up her hands. 

"No. You go. I'll walk home." 

"Well, I mean, obviously I'm going to go with him." Jenna sniffed. "But that would mean I still owe you a favor. I could get Daddy to come and take you home." 

Rin drew herself up and looked at Jenna. Her goal was to seem confident, but the effect was diminished somewhat by their height difference. Rin wasn't really short at 5' 5", but Jenna had to be well over six feet tall in those heels. 

"Go home, Jenna. You came to help when I called, so we're even. Don't get anybody else fired, and I'll have no reason to tell anyone about your bad habit." 

Jenna shrugged. "'Suit yourself. Have a nice life." 

With a final wave, she was about to climb into the cab of the tow truck, but she paused. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry I got you fired. Thanks for not ratting me out." 

As the truck pulled away, Rin felt conflicted. She had just seen a glimmer of human decency in Ditzy McBonehead, but now she had a good five or six mile walk ahead of her to get home. 

A flicker of light caught her eye and she turned. The sign above Grillby's had kicked on. A stubborn voice in her head was telling her to tough it out and get going, but for once she stifled it. 

If Jenna can admit when she's wrong, then I can admit my flaws, too. Maybe I can ask for help. 

~~~ 

Grillby didn't flinch when he heard the door chime. He knew that it never took Sans long to wander in for a drink. And knowing the skeleton, he'd already have a ketchup bottle in hand by the time Grillby got around to greeting him. He put away the last shot glass and tucked the towel in his back pocket. 

"Hey, Grillby? Thanks again for the water." 

His stomach did a backflip.

Is it...? 

It was. The raven-haired girl had returned. Only this time, she had pulled out one of the stools and was sitting at the bar, the glass of water in her hand. He smiled and topped off her drink, forcing his heart to calm down. 

*Welcome back. 

"Thank you." She pushed a lock of hair behind one ear and pulled out her wallet.

He quirked an eyebrow. 

*I don't know about the other side of town, but here the water is free. 

"Oh! Well, it's the same way over there." She assured him. "I was just- uh..." 

Her face fell. "Look. I know we don't know each other very well, but I-" 

Grillby typed quickly. 

*You could start with your name. 

Her brow furrowed slightly with confusion. 

*Unless you don't have one. Should I keep calling you Raven like I have been in my head? 

She broke her silence with a light giggle. "Raven? Why Raven?" 

*Your hair reminds me of a raven's feathers. They're some of my favorite birds. Although I'm pretty partial to cardinals, too. Anything bright red or orange, actually.

He sent the message and mentally reprimanded himself.

You’re rambling. Stop it. 

She thought for a moment. "So, if I was Raven, what did you call Jenna?" 

Grillby couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face. 

*You have to ask? 

"Flamingo?" She snorted. 

The smirk became a full-on grin. 

*No other pink bird comes to mind. 

"I could totally see her standing on one leg on the middle of a pond."  Rin laughed.

Her laughter was an unhindered thing. It bounced and sparkled like a splash of water in the sunlight.

Grillby chuckled at the image, too, which came out sounding more like the hiss of water on burning embers. 

Her laugh is beautiful.

Before he could mentally kick himself again, she wiped her hands on a napkin and offered one to Grillby. 

"I'm Rin. Rin Locklear." 

He was surprised. Most people assumed they couldn't touch him without being burned. As he reached out, he saw her wince a little. 

Ah. So she is afraid. But she's conquering that fear to be nice to me. 

He was extra gentle as he wrapped his hand around hers. She gave it a small shake. 

"Nice to meet you, Grillby." 

*The pleasure is all mine. 

~~~ 

Rin lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. She didn't know how to begin again. Asking for help was probably the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. Growing up the way she did, Rin learned how to do things by herself rather early in life. Adults were rarely trustworthy, so she often pushed herself past her limits to accomplish tasks on her own. It was only when things fell apart that people would notice that she needed help. And when they did, they would just offer their assistance; she never had to ask. 

Rin opened her mouth to ask and closed it. Grillby tilted his head slightly, searching her face. With a deep breath, she tried again. 

"Do you- do you think- would you mind-" 

Resigned, she sighed and pulled the five dollar bill from her wallet. 

“Can I order a Burg, please?"  

After hesitating a second, Grillby started typing. 

*Sure. Do you want fries too? 

"Uh, no. Just the Burg. I'd tip you for your trouble, but this fiver is all I have." 

He took her money and gave her the change. 

*Don't worry about it. I'll have it out as soon as I can. 

Grillby inclined his head to her and disappeared into the kitchen. 

Rin laid her head on the bar top with a groan. 

You just couldn't do it, could you, Rin? You couldn't bring yourself to ask for help. Not only that, but you just spent your last five dollars on a cheeseburger. 

She groaned again. At least the burger would give her body some fuel. 

You know, for the loooooong walk home. 

She was getting pretty sick of the voice in her head. 

"A lumberjack once told me that you should never lay your head on a wooden table." 

Rin snapped up straight, looking around wildly for whoever managed to sneak up on her. 

"He said it was a sure recipe for a...SPLITTING headache!" 

It was a skeleton! A walking, talking skeleton! He was sitting on the bar stool next to hers, drinking- 

"Ketchup?" Rin didn't know she was speaking until she said it. She felt her face go red with embarrassment. 

"I'd love to, but we've only just met!" The skeleton chuckled. "The name's Sans." 

He held out a boney hand and Rin shook it. 

"Uh, hi. I'm Rin." 

He tilted his skull back and glugged ketchup from the bottle. Rin tried not to stare at him. That would be rude. 

But where does it go? And who drinks straight ketchup? Wait, is he wearing slippers? 

"You're new here." Sans observed after a contented sigh. "What brings you to Monster Town?" 

"What do you mean-" she stopped. 

Duh. No humans live this close to the mountain. 

"Oh. Right." She amended. "I was on my way to a job interview, actually." 

After a few minutes, Rin found herself opening up to the stranger. She told him the whole sordid tale, from the night she met Jenna to the fact that she had a long walk to get home. It was only after she'd wrapped up her story that she questioned herself. 

Rin was normally pretty guarded around new acquaintances. It took time for honesty to trump her suspicions. 

"You know, it's weird..." She looked at him sideways. "It usually takes a long time for me to trust a stranger, and yet here I am, spilling my guts to you. I wonder how you pulled it out of me...?" 

"Well, I wasn't pulling anything, but maybe you spilled your guts because I don't have any!" He lifted the hem of his shirt a little to show off the bottom of his rib cage and lack of organs. 

Every single one of his jokes made her groan and laugh at the same time. It was an odd sound, but it was becoming such a habit that she practically needed a new name for the phenomenon. 

A Graugh? No, a Griggle? 

"Honestly, Kid? It's not anything you or I did. If I had to guess, it's this place." He gestured around the room. "Grillby's has been the backbone of our community ever since we monsters came topside." 

"Really? But it's a bar." 

He looked at her pointedly. "You're telling me you can't feel it?" 

She was about to ask what she should be feeling, but she stopped and looked around. More people had filtered into the room during her conversation with Sans. They were laughing and talking to each other, and it was obvious that they felt comfortable here. Grillby greeted everyone individually with a handshake, a pat on the shoulder, or a wave. 

"It feels...like home." She realized. 

"You got it, Kid." Sans grinned even wider than usual. "We needed a place where we would feel welcome, and Grillby's has always been like that. He helped other businesses get organized and rent or buy properties so they could set up shop. He was the first business on this street. Everything else filled in around here because of his support." 

She followed Grillby across the room with her eyes. He caught her gaze and smiled. 

"Being a fire elemental or mute never stopped him. Without Grillby and his bar, we monsters may not have been able to make it up here." 

She returned the smile and brought her eyes back to Sans. 

"Yeah. I can see it now." 

"Good." He took another pull on the ketchup bottle. 

Before she could come up with a good pun to throw at him, Grillby appeared with her Burg. Rin could feel the drool pooling in her mouth before he even set it down. 

"Wow! It looks amazing!" 

*I'm glad. I hope it tastes just as good. Let me know if you need anything else, okay? 

She nodded. Her mouth was already full of burger, so she couldn't have answered him if she wanted to. 

Grillby turned and lifted his eyebrows at Sans. 

"Hey, Grillbz. Yeah, the usual, please." 

Wow. Sans is here so often that Grillby doesn't need his tablet to talk to him. 

Dinner time came and with it, several monster families. Rin realized that calling Grillby's a simple bar was a misnomer; it was more like a bar and grill, despite its limited menu. And watching Grillby take care of all the families was like watching a carefully choreographed ballet. He never stopped moving. No one's glass was ever empty. No one had to ask for anything. Grillby anticipated it all and asked the customers what they wanted before the thought ever occurred to them. 

Rin stayed long after her burger was gone, chatting with Sans and basking in the ambience of the bar. The nagging voice in the back of her head was long forgotten, and a feeling crept into her heart that she was startled to recognize. She hadn't felt it in a very long time. 

I feel safe here. Of all the places in this town, a bar full of monsters is where I feel safe. 

She scanned the room until she found Grillby again. 

Somehow, he’s given me back a piece of myself I forgot I’ve been missing.

~~~ 

Sans watched the girl carefully as she looked around. He wasn't a complete bonehead (at least not in the figurative sense): he was extremely cautious around new people as well, but especially around humans. It felt like they'd encountered nothing but hatred ever since they'd broken through the barrier. 

But this human... Rin... she was different. She told the truth; he could tell. And she didn't shy away from people who were different than she was. If Sans had been blind, he would have been convinced he'd been talking to a monster. 

A wry smile snuck out onto his face. 

I guess it's not about whether they're monsters or humans... It's whether or not they are kind. Frisk taught me that. I should've known better. 

Rin turned and patted the bar top next to his arm. "I'll be back in a minute, Sans. I'm going to go find the restroom." 

"You'd better hurry, or URINE a lot of trouble!" He winked. 

"Saaaaaans..." She groaned. But she was smiling, too. 

As soon as she was out of sight, he lifted a hand and flagged down Grillby. He came over and moved the tablet in front of Sans. 

*What can I do for you? 

"Did you make a new friend?" He waggled his boney eyebrows at Grillby. 

The bartender rolled his eyes and shook his head at the implication, but Sans didn't miss the light dusting of blue that graced Grillby's cheeks for a brief moment. 

*We only met today. I'm not exactly sure why, but her friend's car ran out of gas and she needed to use the phone. 

Sans opened his mouth to say "I told you so!" but Grillby held up a hand. 

*I know. You were right. Getting a phone for the bar was a smart decision. Even if I can't use it. 

Sans leaned his chin on one hand. "So? What do you think of her? Do you think she'll become a regular?" 

Grillby began to type his answer, but deleted it quickly when Rin came back into the main room. Sans tapped out of the message and started a new one so no one would see their conversation. 

"Remind me to tell you the whole story later." He winked at Grillby. 

"I'm back." Rin smiled, leaning against the bar. 

"Did you get a chance TOILET it all out?" 

"Ew, Sans! More bathroom jokes?" This time a wrinkled nose accompanied her smirk. 

He chuckled. "I'm really on a ROLL, aren't I?" 

Rin looked over at Grillby. "Is everything that comes out of his mouth this punny?" 

Grillby nodded vigorously. 

She giggled and finished her glass of water. "You know what, Grillby? You've got a really nice place here." 

She sighed. Rin looked out at the monsters who were laughing and drinking together. Then she turned her head back to the bartender. "I'd love to stay all night, but I'd better get going." 

She offered her hand to Grillby. "Thank you for your help today."

He shook it and typed a quick message. 

*You're welcome back any time. 

She nodded. "Thanks. You guys have a good night!" 

Then she shouldered her bag and headed out into the dark. 

As the door swung shut behind her, Sans snuck a glance at his friend. Grillby was staring out the way Rin had gone, lost in thought. 

"Rin seems like a really nice girl. Did she tell you that she has to walk five or six miles from here to get back to her apartment?" Sans asked, acting nonchalant. He watched Grillby's head whip around out of the corner of his eye. 

"In the dark?" Sans continued. Grillby's shock was quickly turning into distress. 

"And all by herself, too, since that Jenna chick ditched her out here?" 

Grillby started typing furiously, but Sans waved him off. "Just go, Grillbz. You'll be back in twenty minutes. I'll make sure nobody does anything stupid while you're gone." 

Dropping his towel onto the bar, Grillby grabbed his keys and jogged out the back to his car. Sans watched him go, amused.  

Ever the gentleman, aren't you, Grillbz? Nothing could ever change that. 

~~~ 

Rin was digging around in her backpack for a stick of gum when she came across her phone. 

Huh. I thought I left it at home. Wow, I might have missed Grillby's if I'd found this first. 

She turned on the screen and checked the battery: 1%. 

Hmm. Maybe not with that little power. 

She plugged her address into her GPS app as she walked. 

4.78 miles, huh? Good. That's even shorter than I thought. 

She turned off the app to save power, then pocketed the phone and took a deep breath. She didn't know why, but the closer you got to Mt. Ebbot, the fresher the air seemed to be. 

The night was calm around her. The stars were twinkling, and a soft breeze blew her hair back away from her face. 

I've had worse walks. 

It looked like she didn't have to cross the street for about a half-mile. Rin settled into what she liked to call her "marathon pace" and tried to enjoy the jpurney. 

Even though she knew it was dangerous to let her mind wander when she was heading through unknown territory by herself, it was hard not to think about everything that had happened that day. 

I wish Grillby's was closer to my place. At this rate, I may never be able to come back. 

The thought made her sadder than she expected. 

I wish the buses still ran down here. 

Luckily, Rin wasn't too engrossed in her musings that she didn't notice the car pull up behind her. She flipped the safety lock on the bottle of pepper spray in her pocket. She really hoped the whole cars-following-her-at-night thing wasn't becoming a trend. 

If that's Jenna again, I swear I'm going to "accidentally" dent her friggin' car. 

The car moved up a bit ahead of her and stopped. Rin's mouth fell open. 

"Grillby?" 

He was sitting in a silver convertible, looking at her like he was concerned. 

"What are you doing out here? The bar doesn't close 'til like 2 AM." 

He pointed at her and then pointed to the seat next to him. 

"Oh no. No, you need to go back to the bar." 

He pointed to the seat again, frowning a bit. 

Rin crossed her arms. "Grillby, I'll be fine. It's not that far." 

He held up five and then six fingers and lifted an eyebrow. 

"Ah. Sans can't keep a secret, huh?" 

He pointed to the seat more forcefully. 

"But you're the only one who works there!" 

He heaved a frustrated sigh. Putting his hands together, he mouthed a word: 

Please? 

Rin gave a little sigh of her own, but caved. 

"All right. You win..." She went around the car and slid into the black leather passenger's seat. She tried to hide the smile threatening to break across her lips. "But if Sans blows through every ketchup bottle in the bar, don't blame me." 

He typed something out on his phone for her to see. 

*I can handle Sans. Why didn't you say something? I would have taken you home sooner. 

"I- Well, I tried." Rin admitted, embarrassed. 

Grillby pulled away from the curb and Rin set her phone on the cup holders so he could hear the GPS' directions. He had a charger already plugged into the outlet, so she wasn't afraid it would die anymore. 

"Remember when I ordered the burger?" 

He nodded. 

"I wanted to asked for help, but..." She looked down at her hands, which were folded in her lap. "I didn't want to inconvenience anyone. Especially you." 

Grillby nodded again, but looked grumpy about it. 

They spent the rest of the ride listening to classic rock playing softly on the radio with the occasional interjection from her GPS. Rin thought the silence would be awkward, but it wasn't. It was comfortable. Just like it was in the bar. 

So, is it really the bar that’s so comforting, or is it Grillby himself? 

~~~ 

Grillby took the ride as an opportunity to really look at Rin. He knew that openly studying others was as rude as it was creepy. At the moment she was staring out the open window, watching the world go by, so he wasn't quite as worried about getting caught. 

Her black hair was the first thing his eyes always found. It had a reflective quality to it. No matter what kind of light was shining around them, her hair mirrored it back, making her look like she had constantly-changing highlights. 

I wonder if that's her natural color. 

The freckles on her face and arms stood out daintily against her pale skin. He realized then that he didn't know what color her eyes were. He tried to find out without being obvious, but it was hard to tell in the darkness of the drive. 

She was dressed up a little bit, which made him wonder where she'd been going before her ride broke down. She looked nice in the black skirt and light blue blouse. But her shoes looked like they might hurt to walk in. Seeing them reinforced his decision to drive her home. 

She could have had blisters all over her feet by the time she got there. 

He was just beginning to study the curve of her lips when the wind suddenly blew her hair into her face. As she sorted it back out again, he put his eyes on the road and left them there. He was grateful for the interruption. He had to admit that he was starting to forget himself there for a minute. 

~~~ 

Ten minutes later, Grillby stopped and shifted the car into park. Rin looked up at the small complex where she lived. It was in need of a few repairs, but it had the right price. 

Home sweet home. 

The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. She turned to find Grillby typing on his phone again. 

*May I see your phone for a minute? She hesitated for a second, but unplugged it from the charger and handed it to him. He created a new contact and put a number in her phone. Then he passed it back to her. 

*If you ever find yourself in a situation like tonight -where you're far from home or you're uncomfortable- call me. 

Rin blushed a little, making a dismissive gesture with her hand. 

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine." 

Grillby was insistent. 

*I mean it. It's not a crime to ask for help once in a while, and I'd rather you be safe than sorry. 

"But you barely even know me!" 

Grillby stared out the windshield for a moment, thinking. Then he typed his response without looking at the screen. 

*The world is full of people. Some are good. Some are...unpleasant, to say the least. You are only the second human I've ever met that didn't outwardly fear me or hate me. Let me repay that kindness with a kindness of my own. Please.

Rin was taken aback by his words, and her eyes flicked upward to meet his. Grillby's eyes always glowed orange-gold in color, darker in the pupil and fading out through the rest of his eye. Except for the color, his eyes were just like her own, and she was surprised at how well she was able to read the emotions in them. A warm feeling spread throughout her body and she smiled. 

He's being so genuinely nice. 

A voice in the back of her head bubbled up from somewhere far away. 

You don't deserve it. 

Her smile fell a bit and the feeling cooled, but she nodded to the man of fire anyway. 

"Alright. I will. Thank you, Grillby." 

Rin gathered her things and got out of the car. 

"Thanks again for the ride." 

He inclined his head to her and tried to show her a final message. 

"Here, hold on." Rin held up a finger and found him in her contacts. She typed out a quick text. 

R *This has to be a little easier. 

He nodded and copied the note over to a text. 

G *And if you ever want to come hang out at the bar for an evening, don't walk it. Tell me. I'd be happy to come and get you. 

"Okay. I'll do that. Now get back to the bar before Sans takes over completely!" 

She walked up the steps to the building and turned to see him sitting in the same place he'd been before. She waved and shut the complex's door behind her. A shy smile grew unchecked on her face. 

He waited until I was safely in the building. 

Her phone buzzed and she unlocked the screen. 

G *Goodnight, Rin. 

The warm feeling returned. 

R *Goodnight, Grillby. 

*** 

See? I told you that the warm-fuzzies were incoming! <3 <3 <3 Let me know how you felt about the format this time. Did Grillby's messages and the texts make sense? Do you think there's a better way to do those? I'm all ears for improvements. Do you guys prefer the big chapters split in half or was this long post okay for you? 

 That's it for this week. Tune in next week for Chapter Three! ^_^

Chapter One, Part Two

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Hello, I’ve written a concept for an original character that involves belching on my Writing.com interactive: Belching Girls: Multi-Media (Vore & WG). If you want to add more O.C.s or other chapters over there, then please do so, because any help would be appreciated.

Belching Girls: Multi-Media (Vore & WG)

Backstory: As the daughter of industrial moguls Duncan Connor and María Bacch (Named after the Bacchus, the Roman god of Wine), 17-year-old Becky Bacch was born to inherit their Multi-Billion-Dollar Soda-and-Beer company called Popsi-Cola Inc. Through an amalgamation of sharp business savvy and inept competition, the likes of Budweiser and Pepsi were crushed and absorbed into the ever-expanding global empire. Many countries, including the United States of America lowered their drinking age to 16, a change likely brought upon by the sheer influence of the corporation, or secret bribes and an addictive product, according to whatever barely-surviving opposition would say. However, even with all of the wealth in the world, Becky still felt unfulfilled. Maybe it was out of disappointment that she was given everything through the success of her parents and not herself. Or it was having little social contact, again due to her folks, leaving her to spend her free time by reading books, helping develop new kinds of successful beverages, or engaging in more juvenile activities like belching. Regardless, the girl was struggling to find a purpose to her existence outside of being an heiress, until she got a crazy idea.

One night, she loaded an old backpack with several cans of experimental drinks and sneaked out of the mansion to mark the debut of the Earth’s newest hero: Soda Jerk! Flying across the streets in a full body black jumpsuit and mask with gray boots and gloves, it didn’t take long for Becky to find her first crime to thwart in the form of a classic bank robbery. The crooks were loading their score into a getaway van when a deafening sonic blast that sounded suspiciously like a belch erupted from the nearby alley, knocking the van over and shattering every panel of glass around the block. Though disoriented, the criminals retaliated by firing off several rounds from their handguns into the alley. However, there were no sounds of bullets drilling through flesh and bone, nor the thud of a corpse that had collapsed onto the cold hard ground. The villainous trio gave each other a confused look, but before they could tell what happened, a black blur rushed past them and one of them fell to the pavement unconscious. The remaining two tightened the grip on their guns when they saw it, but another blur dashed at them, too fast for the human eye to see, and before they knew it, another man was down. Now the final gang member was scared, wonder what exactly they were dealing with here. His question was answered by a light hop to the left side of the neck, leaving him to drop face-first on to the concrete.

Satisfied with her work, Soda Jerk returned the money and restrained the thugs until the police arrived before returning home. Contrary to her expectations, she was not alone when she made it back, seeing her mom and dad waiting in her room and wanting an explanation. After a rundown of the nights events and Becky’s reasons for her actions, Duncan and María were filled with remorse over what they’e done and eventually agreed to allow Becky to continue her escapades, provided she wear more protection, balances this duty with the rest of her life, and explain how she created her unique brands of soda.

Personality: Though she appears to be the stereotypical bookworm, in actuality, she’s… well, that much about her is true, but it’s far from the only defining trait about her. In addition to reading up on latest technological breakthroughs (and even having contributed to some of them), she’s also a straight-A+ student and is disarmingly prideful about her intellect. Bravery is also a apt adjective to describe her, as she is willing to lay down her life for another at a moment, whatever obstacle that might prevent her from doing so be damned. However, her impulsive and stubborn nature is also a weakness that she has yet to overcome, as both have lead to her blindly charging at the enemy and not stooping until they fall, which has often resulted in several close calls, much to the fear of her parents. Above all though, it is her infinite capacity for good that is her most treasured trait for that was largely what drove her into a life of heroics, but even someone as nice as her can be pushed to far, just ask those tried to manipulate her. Her habits are eating, drinking, and burping frequently-a consequence for anyone with a diet of soda and alcohol-among other things.

Appearance: Becky towers over most girls her age with a height of 6’0” and a weight of 214 pounds, though much of that is muscle grown from her rigorous physical training. Her red hair is styled as a bob cut, her irises are a lush clover shade, and her skin color perfectly matches her mother’s light tan. Spots of freckles dot her cheeks, further showing her father dominating genetic influence.

Miscellaneous Information:

Morality: Chaotic Good (Willing to break the rules to do the right thing).

Nationality: Born and Raised in the United States of America.

Powers and Abilities: Skilled in hand-to-hand combat and surprisingly athletic, but cannot utilize any superpowers on her own.

Weapons, Gadgets, and Technology: Drinks various sodas which give her different powers. 1 Flying Fizz: Fills her belly with gas akin to helium, allowing her to fly for as long as the gas remains in her body, though it can be burped out. 2 Rushing Raspberry: Raises her blood sugar to levels that would kill any other human being, but somehow Becky’s body reacts differently, as it increases her reflexes and movement speed to hypersonic levels, though she rarely goes this fast in populated areas. It also boosts her metabolism, which ironically makes it so that the affects of this soda last the shortest. 3 Belching Blueberry: Just one sip sends enough supercarbonated gas into the stomach that letting it out as a burp would destroy a two-story building, but if forced into a situation where no other options present themselves, Becky can chug the whole thing in less that a minute and cut belches that would individually destroy an entire city.

Reply if you like the character, or at least the idea of the character. You may use this character in a story of your own if you want, just give me credit. Please leave any suggestions for how this character could be improved and any ideas for more original characters.

HicBurpLover22: First of all, I would just like to mention that I’ve seen your work way back in the past with Libby as burp girl and I really liked those fics, and that I am willing to help you out with any ideas that this fic may have to offer. I don’t need credit and I’ve helped other writers before although I don’t write myself (Though I might plan to if I have a lot of spare time soon) So anyways, I would like to know what could be your overall plot. Sure you essentially just explained Becky’s origin story but what would the focus be. Is it primarily going to be good vs. evil or will you have something else like romance or drama involved? For other characters, I was thinking that for maybe for a romantic partner or as a partner in general, have Becky find out about a male hacker who has hacked into Popsi Cola inc. and has all of this information about the experimental sodas that Becky has made and even the identity of Soda Jerk. The hacker (let’s call him Jack for now) threatens the company that he will leak all of this information on the internet unless he talks to Soda Jerk herself. Becky having no choice decides to meet Jack at his base (which could be hidden in a shady part of town or something). Jack reveals himself to not be a villain, he wasn’t going to leak anything in the first place, but he needed to make an alliance with Soda Jerk to stop an incoming terrorist attack. Becky complies with Jack and also confirms her identity with him, and now we have a duo. Jack doesn’t have a burping fetish but he begins to get it by being around Becky as they soon fall in love with each other or become good friends. Jack doesn’t necessarily fights in direct combat but he can hack stuff easily and he has a nice assortment of gadgets that he can use in self-defense and maybe he gives some for Soda Jerk. It’s up to you if you want to go with this, this is just my idea after all, not yours. I also have no idea what the terrorist group ambitions would be, and I don’t have an idea for what another female character could be if you wanted one. We can work on Jack’s (if that’s what we want to call him) personality later if you want to use him. Also, for my final note, I really like hiccups and since beer often causes hiccups… it would be pretty sweet if somebody gets the hiccups at somepoint.

UPDATE: HicBurpLover22, your ideas sound fantastic. I’ll admit that I hate romance and am not very good at writing it. The focus of the overall plot would be a general good vs. evil conflict with some doses of drama. I might place in some comedy, and some of it will involve her burping, but I’ll try to use different types of humor so it won’t get stale. As for a partner, I like your idea of a male hacker named Jack who starts off as a friend of Becky’s but may slowly foster some hidden romantic interest in her, or at least a sexual one revolving around her beautiful belching abilities. He would have little to no combat experience/training/skills and powers, though he would have a secret lair beneath a virtually abandoned district of the town (which I have decided to call Bloodstone City, California). Soda Jerk explains the situation about the 16 year old Jack to her parents and they eventually agree to not press charges against him and even hire him for his technological prowess, but warn him to not cross their company and especially their daughter. Now Jack can work as a ‘Lucius Fox-type’ figure who helps outfit Soda Jerk with various gadgets and weapons to help take down the terrorist organization, whose name could be the Chaos Corps, a group of anarchists who desire to break down the oppressive governments of the world so that the common man can shape their own destinies without any legal or ethical boundaries, and they’re mainly stationed in Bloodstone. Jack’s parents, a pair of ex-spies named Elise and Victor Jace, were abducted by the villainous syndicate for their classified information that could jeopardize national security. The Corps uses various methods of physical, mental, and emotional torture to get their captives to cooperate with them. Understandably, Jack wants to free them, so a team up with the city’s big hero was necessary. On a final note, yes Becky will get the hiccups at some point in the story.

Additionally, I was thinking of there being other heroes in the world, many of them female. Like Angie Cinder A.K.A. Hothead, an 18 year old middle-class Japanese-immigrant, bestowed with pyrokinetic abilities having an equally-hot passion for preserving the law in her current home of Sydney, Australia. She’s a “Lawful Good” kind of crusader, more often than not working alongside the local law enforcement to thwart crime. Cinder was given an Americanized name to better fit in with the populace, her original name being Aguni Shindera (named after the Vedic god of fire who gave her powers and the Japanese word for ‘cinder’) and had been working as a super hero with a public identity a full 4 years before Soda Jerk. She possesses an average intelligence and though she doesn’t know martial arts, Angie does have some degree of fighting skills due to her training at the police academy. She’s aware of Soda Jerk and while Hothead thinks she could learn to work within the confines of the law more effectively, overall she’s tolerant of the powerless powerhouse. However, Cinder is interested in her burping skills, as despite her feminine personality, she finds a guilty pleasure in releasing putrid gas, especially when mixed with her fire powers and after a private binge of spicy food. It’s almost a shame that Soda Jerk is heterosexual, as opposed to Angie’s homosexuality.

There’s also Wendy Ares A.K.A. Airhead, a 15 year old Egyptian-South African girl living as a fighting instructor in Berlin, Germany. Her name is a pun on the words ‘Windy Airs’. She is descended from an ancient tribe of Areokinetic warriors sworn to defend the innocent and punish the vile and uses her inhuman abilities to blow away her enemies. She decided to play hero one day, when a group of thugs tried to mug one of her students, only to have their breath nearly taken away for good. No one could trace the incident back to her, which suited her just fine, as she doesn’t like the spotlight. She takes a ‘Neutral Good’ approach to her actions, taking caution not to cause needless destruction and not being obsessed with every small detail working perfectly. Wendy is a master of every fighting style in the history of the world and uses it in conjunction with her air powers to stomp out criminal scum. She values stealth greatly, to the point where her alter ego’s existence is widely considered a myth by the planet and the other heroes. Airhead doesn’t know what to make of Soda Jerk or Hothead, thinking that they each have a poor balance between order and chaos in opposite directions, but ultimately respecting their intentions. In terms of burping, she’s largely indifferent to it, not being tomboyish enough to enjoy it or girly enough to hate it, though her wind powers can easily turn her eructations into hundred mile per hour gales that can flatten cities if she so chose. Also, she prefers both males and females.

Lastly, there is Gladys Gordon Garcias A.K.A. Glutton Girl, a 19 year old Brazilian-Mexican woman kidnapped and experimented on by a small faction of the Chaos Corps in Argentina. The terrorists were fiddling with chemical meant to affect a person’s physicality, hoping to create a breed of super-soldiers, and altered Gladys’s body. As a result, she acquired the ability to unhinge her jaw, consume objects larger than herself, enhanced senses of taste, hearing, and smell, complete control over her digestive process and an superhuman appetite. The Corps tested the new powers by force feeding Garcias her own family. Her 10 year old sister Maria and her mother Lucia were shoved down Gladys’s throat and in a panic, were accidentally digested. Gladys was reduced to a sobbing wreck, having lost the most important people in the world to her. But that sorrow was replaced by anger, as the super strength given to her by the tests allowed her to break out of containment and feast on the startled terrorists. A think, monstrous belch shattered the windows of the base and echoed into the jungle for several kilometers, signifying the end of the meal. Now alone, Gladys escaped into the night, eventually turning up as a street rat struggling to survive. She decided to exact revenge on the people who hurt her so much by going on a crusade to snack on every last member, as well as any thug who gets in her way. Her moral alignment sits at the ‘Neutral’ area, wanting to crush evil, but not all that motivated to help people whom she doesn’t know. Gladys is an anonymous eating machine, virtually nonexistent to the other heroes, whom Gladys finds are not doing enough regarding the Chaos Corps and are too focused dealing with lesser crimes. She can get very gassy after a meal of a few dozen low lives littering the streets, sporting a face of disgust as her epic eructations roar across the sky. Also, the woman is asexual.

This is what I’ve got so far. If you have any suggestions, then let me know.

HicBurpLover22: Thanks for all the feedback dude, glad to be of help in some way.

You nailed how I envisioned Jack to be, and don’t worry if romantic writing isn’t quite your thing, just do what feels right for you. A lot of the humor can be from banter between Jack and Becky. Jack can also be a bit of a gamer, so we can have game references. I can imagine Jack being distracted by playing videogames in the middle of a mission and Becky being a bit annoyed by that. If you are going to go with the gamer idea, then we can have it so that Becky bonds with Jack by starting to get into the habit of playing videogames with him (she hardly plays them) and Jack bonding with Becky by understanding why she decided to become a hero and seeing her have fun with her burps. Also, Becky could get the hiccups by downing a soda too quickly in the middle of a stealth mission revealing her position to everyone forcing her to fight her way out, or Becky has a soda that gives her a random elemental effect every time she hiccups.

Bloodstone City sounds like a very cool place to live not gonna lie, and you could probably make other major cities in this world be named after other gemstones or minerals, for example Diamond City, Topaz City, Ruby City etc. and the Chaos Corps sounds like one serious threat. I have one other idea for them but let me quickly go over your characters.

I really like the idea of there being more heroes, but not directly associated with Soda Jerk. It kinda reminds me of Street Fighter or even Overwatch by having all of these characters from different parts of the world each with different goals and ambitions. They each have their own path but overall just want to get rid of evil.

Hothead can kinda be the Tsundere archetype of the girls, she may be hot but can give people the cold shoulder she meets at first. She can be highly competitive and always wants to keep her pride up. Spicy food is also known to cause hiccups, but I think I’m pushing it too far with the hiccups at this point heh.

For Airhead, maybe she wants to befriend some guy but is too shy to even talk to him or even be near him. She also doesn’t want him to be in dander and involved in her dangerous missions because he doesn’t have any powers. She also wonders what this guy would even think of her.

The start to Glutton Girl’s story could be her binging in WcDonalds (the equivalent of McDonalds in this world) while she thinks on what to do next, meanwhile people are just staring at her in awe as she eats a lunch for 10 or some other ludicrous number as she emits a belch that threatens to destroy the restaurant.

These are just random ideas that I’ve come up with really quick, but here is what I got for a potential villain.

Dr. Wilhelm is the boss of Chaos Corp, he is an evil scientist with a very monotone voice. He never reveals his past to anyone but he was once a prestigious scientist by the name of Dr. Maxis bringing the future of tomorrow years early, but his experiments soon grew to be too dark so the government shut him down. Now his motives are world domination, destruction and revenge. He is so cold-hearted that he even weaponize her own daughter. I’m gonna let you name her since you do WAY better with names than I do. She is now a ruthless killing machine, her memories are being held by her father and she is constantly being powered up by a special soda that Wilhelm has made himself, giving her the abilities of super strength, the ability to shape shift her hands and feet into weapons, and of course destructive burping. The soda is being injected through her by little pipes coming in and out of her mouth, I don’t know how there is an endless amount but… science. She always has a very quiet case of the hiccups, the ones that only jerk her body slightly, but if you happened to hear a single “hic”, it’s over, expect yourself to be killed by her, no problemo. Essentially, she is a zombie but the real her can still be in there, fighting for freedom.

Let me know what you think.

UPDATE 2: Again, you’ve come up with some great ideas. I imagined both Becky and Jack to be very witty since they are both teenagers, so the would have a good back and forth & Jack will be a gamer, while Becky is a noob who tries getting into it. Meanwhile, Jack becomes more attracted to Becky’s belching. It would be funny to see Becky get caught by hiccuping and the new elemental hiccup soda (which I’ll call Hiccuping Honey) sounds great. Becky has been Soda Jerk for six months.

I may create more cities named after minerals if I feel like it. The Chaos Corps plays a role similar to HYDRA from Marvel, but on a smaller scale. The story takes place in 2017, but the Chaos has been around for about 25 years.

The assorted heroes of the world are current scattered, but they may crossover at some point, probably in response to an attack by the Chaos Corps, similar to the Avengers.

Hothead does get hiccups from Spicy food, as well as burps, and is prideful and competitive. Though she’s respected by the police, she doen’t have many friends, focusing more on her work and being paid for it.

Though Airhead is very devoted to her clan, she also wants to experience things that a typical girl would. However, she keeps her desire to men, as people still have trouble accepting the LGBT community and her special upbringing robbed her of social skills, so Wendy acts very awkwardly around her crush, James Jaxson. Aires has been in action for two years now.

Glutton Girl spends much of her time gorging at various restaurants and hotels, being able to afford such luxuries by hoarding the money from her criminal victims. The owners of the establishments have gotten use to her presence and are afraid that she might eat them out of business. She has been on the hunt for the Chaos Corps for one year.

Chaos Corps leader, Dr. Carl Wilhelm will be the main antagonist to these heroes. He is 50 years old and his daughter, Marsha is considered by him to be the ‘Ultimate Life Form’, due to her powers. She is twenty years old and got her abilities three years ago and has been an operative for the Chaos Corps for just as long. Countless innocents were butchered by the living weapon, some for strategic purposes , but mostly out of pure sadism. Marsha herself is an emotionless girl, pretty much the ‘Winter Soldier’ of the group. She is bulletroof, has perfect mastery over every form of combat and weaponry on Earth, can weaponize any object, and has above human physicality. The Doctor from New Zealand created the power-inducing soda in a similar way to how Becky created her’s. Marsha Wilhelm is codenamed, Chaos Queen, and is a 'Neutral’ character being forced into a 'Chaotic Evil’ role, though hopefully, the remains of her former self buried deep within her can find a way to break free…

Also, JWAPPEL suggested on Deviantart another character 13 hours ago:

Catherine “Conquer” Jones. She’s tiny at 5'4 and the girliest of the girly girls fro constantly dressing in pink and glitter to being obsessed with shoes. Challenge her to anything however and watch her pwn you, especially burping contests.

HicBurpLover22: Awesome, all of this seems really great. I honestly don’t know any other ideas for this at this point, but I will probably message you if anything comes to mind. Also my apologies, I thought you wrote fanfics for Libby as burp girl from that one episode way, way, WAY back in the past, but then I remember that you were the one who uploaded the clip on YouTube, I must have been thinking of someone else or something… But I still like your other work, don’t get me wrong.

Also, when I look through your DeviantArt favorites I can’t help but notice that you are into farts as well. I only just recently got into farts and I wouldn’t be opposed if there was a farting scene as well in this series. Becky’s farts are completely normal and not super powered, so I can imagine a funny scene where she prepares for a large burp to strike an enemy but the burp comes out the other end as a normal fart.

Hothead might have spicy fiery farts that can propel her like a rocket. Airhead doesn’t fart as it may be too dangerous because of her powers. Glutton Girl can have the most foul farts and burps that she can channel, especially after a Brazilian-Mexican feast with beans.

UPDATE 3: Interesting. The girls farting could be funny, so I may include it.

HicBurpLover22: Any other updates on Soda Jerk?

UPDATE 4: Not yet, but there might be more non-superhero-themed characters appearing in the story.

HicBurpLover22: Ah, so like a anti-hero or a bounty hunter?

UPDATE 5: It would be a bounty hunter, named Juliet Winters, a British gun for hire who makes a living bringing in/killing criminals to collect the price on their heads. She is indifferent to the other heroes, but is interested in the Chaos Corps, if only because of how much money she could get by taking them down.

HicBurpLover22: Sounds pretty good. Maybe she has some royal blood but isn’t interested at all at doing her family traditions. She is very polite to her payers, and she never let’s them down. She also pays some respect to the person she needs to kill for the bounty, saying something like “sorry for killing you but business is business.” Her attire could be like a fancy coat that can shoot ice shards, but she is never without her trusty sniper rifle.

UPDATE 6: Sounds cool. Any other ideas?

HicBurpLover22: I’m not quite sure… maybe she doesn’t like burping but she’s naturally pretty gassy. She apologizes a lot whenever she does burp in front of someone, and tries her best to keep her belches in or at least let them out quietly as closed mouth-burps.

UPDATE 7: Nice. I’ll see if JWAPPEL has something more to offer.

Hey, so HicBurpLover22 and I were discussing new original characters and I wanted to see if you had something more to offer.

JWAPPEL: I’ll see what I can come up with and Yes. Catherine’s body actually adapts to challenges, meaning her belly expands for competive eating, she undergoes muscle growth for strength contests, etc. It’s this way because her family is quite rich and scientists hired by her parents were paid to experiment with her and make it this way. What do you think?

UPDATE 8: Sounds good.

So, anyone else out there who is interested in this stuff please let me know if you have any ideas for characters and/or settings.

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