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n0tyourname · 1 year

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Crazy Speed

Kuroo x female reader

Warnings: cheating, speeding, some swearing also english isn’t my first language so I apologise for any mistakes

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When the worst day gets worse but somehow you meet a sexy police officer

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The night wind was cold against your tear stained cheeks. Your dress wasn’t providing any warmth either.

This fucking dress

This fucking party

This fucking day

If you would’ve just stayed at home, like you always do, none of this would have happened. No that’s not true. It probably would’ve happened, you just wouldn’t have witnessed any of it.

“Babe wait!”

Your fucking boyfriend

Correction ex-boyfriend.

Ignoring his calls you kept walking to your car, that you had parked less than twenty minutes ago.

“Baby come on, talk to me!”

“Don’t fucking Baby me, asshole!” You wanted to slap his face so bad but you were better then that, besides he didn’t deserve your hands anywhere on his body.

“Come on it was an accident-“

“An accident?! Your tongue slipped in her mouth by accident?”

“She forced herself onto me, please I-“

“Oh but you seemed to really enjoy her ass on your lap. Your dick was practically ripping through your pants!”

“I think your exaggerating”

“Yeah your right, your dick’s way too small for that” You turned around, not bothering to look at that cheating bastard again.

You kept your posture until you slammed your car door shut, thats when the tears really started falling.

Why?

That question kept circling through your head while you started the engine and while you pushed the gas driving out of the parking lot.

You had been driving on a lonely highway for some time. The whole time only about 4 cars had passed you. You were alone with your thoughts.

Thats when the anger rose.

That fucker

That lying, cheating motherfucker

You had done everything for him these past two years. Two years of your life wasted on that jerk. You had forgiven him so many times. When he forgot your birthday, no problem he had a lot going on that day. When he showed up hours too late for your date, maybe he was stuck on traffic.

You were starting to speed up. Your foot was pushing the gas harder and harder.

You had been such a good girlfriend to him. Showing up to each of his trashy work parties. You kept your mouth shut with a smile when one of his coworkers made inappropriate comments about you. You didn’t want to cause a scene. Do it for him. For your beloved boyfriend.

Tonight was no different. Him and some of his coworkers had closed a big deal and went to celebrate it at some bar. Your boyfriend told you about it but unfortunately you had to work late.

So when you got off early you wanted to surprise him. You put on one of your more revealing dresses hoping for a longer night at home afterwards. You hopped in your car with a big smile wanting to see the surprised smile on his face the second he saw you.

The speed limit was hundred. You were at 130, still not slowing down.

He looked surprised, so did you when you saw him making out with some other woman. The second he saw you he pushed her off running towards you. You turned around and left, not looking at him once.

“Please Baby wait, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Come on we can sort this out”

How dare he. How dare he betray you like that. You trusted him. Two years you had trusted him, told him about your struggles and problems and your deepest secrets. How fucking dare he.

You heard sirens behind you. Looking back you saw blue light and a police car. Thats when you looked at your speedometer.

Fuck

Fuck!

You pulled over immediately. You bumped your head against the steering wheel, keeping it there until you heard a knock on your window.

“Good night ma’m, do you know why we pulled you over today?”

That’s when you looked up. That’s also when you looked at the most handsome face you had ever seen. He had dark messy hair that leaked out under his police cap. His eyes where a piercing shade if brown. They looked golden to you. It’s only when you noticed the smirk forming on his lips, that you looked up. Jesus was his smile sexy.

“Ma’m are you okay?” His smirk still very evident.

“Yeah, I, sorry, yeah I’m listening” shit, you were behaving like a teenager.

“Good, so do you know why we pulled you over, or do I need to tell you?” He looked at you like he was challenging you. You didn’t know to what and you didn’t care. You could look at that face forever.

“Because I was driving too fast?” Unsure, that’s what you sounded like.

“Exactly, I’m sorry ma’m but I have to write you a ticket.”

“Do I have to pay a lot?” Yeah you did, you already knew that.

“Well considering that you are allowed to drive a hundred miles per hour and you were, let me check, at a hundred and forty five, I’d say yes.”

Great. Know you weren’t just single but probably broke too. The officer started to write. It was quiet again.

Until he broke the silence.

“Can I ask why a pretty girl like you is driving all alone at this time, wearing a pretty dress like that?” His eyes flicked from the paper he was writing on to you, giving you one if those sly smirks again. You felt your cheeks becoming hot.

“Well,” were you really going to tell this handsome stranger about your night? “I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me.” Yeah, you totally were.

“Dumbass”

“What?”

“Your boyfriend, sorry ex-boyfriend, is a dumbass for cheating on someone like you.” He looked at you with a somewhat apologetic smile.

“I’m Kuroo, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, officer Kuroo. I’m Y/N” that smirk again. God was this man gorgeous and sexy and handsome and-

“Here you go miss Y/n.” The way he said your name made your stomach turn. In a good way. A very good way.

“Thanks, officer. Have a good night.”

“You too Y/n and drive safe, yeah? Wouldn’t want you to get hurt now, would we?” He left with one last smile. You closed your window, a wide smile adoring your face.

You looked down to your hands, at the sheet of paper he had given you. Next to the amount of money you had to pay, which was a fair sum, was a hand written note:

You deserve better, give me a call when you feel like it.

Kuroo

Next to his name was what you assumed to be his number.

This night didn’t turn out to be completely terrible after all.

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bewitched-bee · 7 months

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Kinktober Week Day 2

Cockwarming- Aether Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Again, minors don’t interact you’ll be blocked if I see you interacting with my NSFW content!

CW: Cockwarming, Inappropriate use of magic (I guess?), Vaginal sex, Tail play, Biting, Squirting...again let me know if I missed anything

Aether was busy doing paperwork of some sort but all I wanted was attention. So naturally I kept bugging him. He finally looked up at me and I saw his purple eyes glow a bit. "You want attention huh? Alright strip and get over here" he says.

I take my clothes off and walk over to him. "Now you are going to sit on my cock while I work...if you're good I'll reward you" he says. I watch as he frees his cock from the confinement of his pants. I walk over and get onto his lap, I feel him enter me.

A clawed hand rests on my hip as his tail comes to curl around my thigh. "Remember be good and I'll reward you" he says kissing my shoulder. All was going well for about 10 minutes then I started to get restless and even more horny.

I move my hips a bit and Aether growls "stay still." "Aeth please" I whine moving my hips more, he lets out a sigh. "I thought I said to be good" he says digging his claws into my hip slightly. "I am being good" I say in protest, he nips at my earlobe.

"Good girls sit still while cockwarming...you keep moving" he says. "I was good for a bit though" I say, he's silent for a few seconds. "Yes you were and I am almost done with this so I guess I could help you out a bit" he says.

With that being said his fingers start circling my clit, I arch my back against him. "Aether" I moan out as I grind against him more. He thrusts up into me as best he can given our position. I grip his arm and dig my nails in slightly.

"I'm not gonna last much longer" I say, I hear him chuckle. "I'm not either" he says biting into my shoulder. "Oh shit don't do that" I say breathless as I feel pleasure shoot through me. I look around and see purple waves around us. He was using his quintessence magic to amplify things.

"What are you trying to do to me Aeth" I say as he speeds up his fingers. "Just trying to give you a good time doll" he replies as he moves his hand away from my clit. His tail moves to where the spade of it can run over my clit now. With his other hand free now he uses it to lift me up a bit.

His thrusts get rougher and faster as his tail brushes back and forth against my clit. "Shit, I'm gonna cum" I say as I feel the pleasure start taking over. "Go ahead" he says with a grunt as his grip on me tightens a bit. He continues to thrust into me and I feel a pressure building up inside me.

"Aeth" I warn gripping his arm again. "Let it happen" he says, I feel my orgasm approach. I try to hold it off but within a few more thrusts I practically scream out in pleasure. I feel myself gush around him and he groans as his seed spills into me. Once we both calm down I see the purple waves around us retract.

"So you wanted me to squirt huh" I question when I calm down. "Oh yeah been wanting to make you do that for ages...now I know how to do it" he says. "You used magic though" I reply, he chuckles. "Alright we should try it again without magic then I guess" he says.

"Not tonight but definitely in the future" I say. He gently pulls out of me and I feel his cum leak out of me. "We should go get cleaned up" he says, I stand up on my shaky legs and he chuckles. "I got you" he says picking me up, "you're too good to me" I say as he walks toward the bathroom. "You deserve nothing but the best" he says kissing my cheek.

#aether ghoul x reader #the band ghost x reader #ghost x reader #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ghost kinktober #ghost band fanfic #aether ghoul smut

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fyonahmacnally · 7 months

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Supercorptober2023

Day 1: Wild

Three weeks have passed since the Superfriends found Lex’s lair and sent him to the Phantom Zone. The final remnants of Lex’s rampage on the city have finally been sorted and the team is ready for some much needed rest and relaxation. Now, they’re gathered around the table in the center of the Tower for a debriefing. All of them are anxious to get this done so they can put all this madness behind them.

The only member of the team missing is Lena. A week after Lex’s banishment and Lillian’s death, Lena left for Maine and then on to Fortune Bay, Newfoundland on a mission to find out more about her birth mother. Things hadn’t gone exactly the way she planned so she’s back in National City after only two weeks. As she makes her way into the Tower and inside the elevator, her mind wanders and races through the improbabilities of her discovery.

The elevator doors open, breaking Lena from her internal thoughts. She walks into the control room, immediately catching Kara’s attention. Juniper eyes lock with ocean blues and they share an affectionate smile as their shoulders drop and tension bleeds out of them both.

“Lena! You’re back!” Kara says, rushing over to greet her best friend. “How was Newfoundland?” She carefully scans Lena’s face, a curious crinkle forming between her brow.

“Um, it was…quiet.” Lena sighs and tilts her head as Kara meets her at the door wrapping her in a hug. She allows herself a brief reprieve and settles into the warmth before stepping back. “Honestly, it’s a lot to process so if we can just jump right back into work, that would be great. Maybe you guys can bring me up to speed?”

Kara’s forehead crinkles in concern, knowing there is something Lena’s not saying, but decides not to push. At least not right now. “Oh, okay. Yeah.” The blonde can’t stop thinking about the fact that Lena is holding something back. Her incessant need to protect the woman spikes and her worry settles in her belly. She shakes her head and continues. “Well, you got here just in time! We’re just finishing our debriefing. We dismantled everything Lex was doing before we sent him to the Phantom Zone and were just about to go over the reports.”

The group wraps up the debriefing within an hour and everyone decides to head to their respective homes for the evening. Lena sighs, unsure if she wants to go to her empty apartment, but not sure if she should invite herself to accompany her best friend either. The decision is made for her when a gentle hand lands on her forearm, once again pulling her from her own internal chaos. She shakes her head and looks into concerned blue eyes.

“Hey.” Kara says, her words tinged with worry. “Are you okay? You’ve been…I don’t know, distracted since you got here. Did something happen while you were gone?” She runs her hand along Lena’s forearm to her hand and takes it into her own, waiting for a response.

Lena sighs, tilting her head back and gently squeezing the hand holding hers. “My trip wasn’t what I expected it to be, but I don’t really want to talk about it here.” She looks around as the rest of the group is gathering their belongings and heading for the door. “Can we go somewhere else? Maybe grab dinner and head to yours? We can go to my place too. I just…don’t really want to get into it at the Tower.”

Kara smiles. “Of course. You want to order Chinese and head to mine?” She tilts her head and motions toward the balcony. “Need a lift?”

A smirk spreads across Lena’s face. “Sure, have portal, will travel. But um, no flying for me, Supergirl.” She presses her watch and chuckles. The familiar purple swirl opens as Kara rolls her eyes and pouts. “Come on, put the pout away. This is faster anyway.”

They step out of the portal and into Kara’s loft. Lena feels some of the tension begin to dissipate now that she’s in the familiar comfort of her best friend's home. A place that has come to feel like her own home. A place of safety. It’s a thought that briefly halts her brain and any coherent thought. An action she doesn’t realize until Kara is standing in front of her with that adorable crinkle on her forehead.

“You’re starting to worry me, Lena. This is the second time you’ve zoned out on me since you got back. I could tell when you showed up that something heavy is weighing on your mind.” She rests her hands on Lena’s shoulders, pulling her into a hug. “You know you can talk to me, right? Are you alright?”

Blowing out an exasperated breath, she nuzzles into the blonde’s neck, basking in the warmth and safety of the woman she loves more than anything. A long needed reprieve from the thoughts that have plagued her since she left the small house in Maine and made her way to Fortune Bay.

“There’s a lot to dissect and I’m not really sure I’m ready to talk about everything, but let’s order dinner and get comfortable. What I have to say is going to take a while.” She pulls back away from Kara’s neck and places a soft kiss to her cheek before stepping back. “Do you still have a stash of my comfy clothes on hand? If not, can I borrow some?” Regardless of how much she tries to mask it, a slight note of insecurity and vulnerability creeps into her voice.

Kara laughs and pulls her back into another brief hug, returning the kiss to Lena’s forehead before pulling her best friend into her bedroom. “Please, I could never get rid of your stash. You know better than that. Come on, let’s get changed and I’ll order food. Then you can fill me in on your little adventure.”

Once they both settle onto the couch waiting for their food to arrive, Kara unceremoniously pulls Lena into her side, the two of them physically closer than they’ve been in a long time outside of a few hugs. “So, tell me what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

Lena does her best to school her surprise and tamp down the butterflies scattering through her chest and into her stomach. This is the first time Kara has been so tactile with her since their reconciliation and the blonde’s return from the Phantom Zone. It’s something that was commonplace before, but is so new to her now that it is a bit breath-stealing. She has to take a few seconds to gather her wits and push down the feelings that are desperately trying to escape their little boxes.

“Well, you already know I went to Maine to the cabin my father kept there. It was where I lived with my mother until she died. Apparently, Lionel kept a box of things that belonged to my mother, some letters, pictures, little keepsakes. When I was looking through it, I found some letters from a woman named Florence Abbott along with a photograph that led me to a town called Fortune Bay in Newfoundland.” She takes a deep breath, unsure if she is ready to actually share the rest of her trip with her best friend. She glances up and finds affectionate blue eyes staring back at her full of encouragement.

“The photo was of my mother and two other women. One was Florence, and the other was a woman named Margaret Bishop.” Another deep breath and a pause. She watches as Kara gently nods her head then feels the blonde’s arms tighten around her shoulders. “The photo led me to Fortune Bay into an old bar where I met Peggy Bishop, Margaret’s daughter. The story she told me caught me off guard and sent me on one of the wildest weeks of my life so far.”

Kara’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline as she gently leans back to look Lena in the eyes. “Wow. If you’re saying it was one of the wildest weeks of your life, it has to be seriously off the wall because you have experienced some crazy things, Lena. Dealing with Lex and Lillian was wild on its own. For something to be beyond anything they brought into your life, it must be something to behold.” She shakes her head and keeps her cerulean blues fixed on verdant green. “Was your mother in a cult or something?” She giggles a little, but stops dead when she sees the look on the face of the pale skinned woman next to her.

Lena grimaces, pulling slightly away from the warmth of Kara’s embrace. She still isn’t sure she’s ready for this part, but she doesn’t really have a choice at this point. After taking a deep breath and steeling herself for the next few sentences, she speaks.

“Margaret, Florence, and my mother were really close. They apparently found out that Margaret was being beaten by her husband, Tommy and no one was doing anything about it. Long story short, the three of them took matters into their own hands and accidentally killed Tommy. I’m not sure what happened to Margaret after that, but my mother left town for Maine shortly afterward and that’s where she met my father. To keep herself safe, Florence went into hiding.” Lena’s hands twist together as she tugs on her fingers trying to quell her anxiety and nervousness.

She has no idea how Kara is going to take the next statement, but she has to keep going. Taking a deep breath, she forces out the words. “They were part of a coven, my mother and Margaret were learning how to use their magical abilities from Florence. The three of them only wanted to scare Tommy, but ended up accidentally burning him alive. Florence said that she heard from my mother when she became involved with Lionel and again after I was born. She kept tabs on me and when my mother died, Lionel reached out to her.”

She pauses and looks down, weaving her fingers together in her lap. Vulnerable and incredibly unsure how to convey the rest of what she needs to say. She still needs to tell Kara about the cottage in Ireland and what Florence said about her bloodline. How do you tell your best friend, the woman you are irrevocably in love with, that you are also a witch and have magical powers. She sighs for what feels like the millionth time since she got back to National City.

“Florence said that my father knew about my abilities. My mother wanted Lionel to prevent her from using her magic so he assumed she would want the same for me. He and Lillian kept talismans around the manor to prevent me from manifesting them.” Lena desperately tries to stifle the tears prickling her eyes, the emotions welling in her throat, but it’s no use. Rogue tears seep from her lashes as she pushes to continue. “The one thing my father did was keep the cabin in Maine, my childhood home until my mother died. And…he bought the cottage my mother grew up in in Ireland. He had it renovated and set aside in a trust for Florence to keep it up and maintain it until I showed up looking for information about my mother. He told her that he knew one day I would want to know more.”

Kara pulls her into a strong embrace, her hand rubbing comforting circles along her back and just letting her cry. Her best friend silently comforts and allows her to just be in the moment. When she feels like she’s finally released the pent up emotions she refused to unbox during her trip, she sits up and shyly wipes away her tears, gladly taking the tissue offered up from Kara. “This past month has been an insane whirlwind. My brother is in the Phantom Zone, Lillian is dead, and I am now the sole owner of the entire Luthor empire. Follow up by learning I also own a cabin in Maine as well as a cottage in Ireland. Oh and bonus, I’ve recently discovered that my mother was a witch and apparently so am I. It’s been wild and I’m not sure how to process it all.”

“Wow. So your mom was a witch?” Kara reaches out to take Lena’s hand, pulling her closer and wrapping her free hand back around her shoulders and across the back of the couch. “That’s a lot on its own, but to find out that you are too. How are you handling that? You’ve always been a woman of science and indisputable data. You’ve said you don’t believe in magic before. After hearing about Mr. Mxyzptlik, you basically scoffed at the idea of magic. Has that changed at all?”

A harsh raspberry passes between Lena’s lips. She’s unsure how to answer that question. There is a part of her that still thinks there is a rational, scientific explanation for these so-called magical powers, but after witnessing what Florence was able to do and the brief moments of her own abilities, her beliefs have been somewhat upended. She needs answers and the only way she is going to find them is by going to Ireland. Florence told her that most of her mother’s books and information about her heritage and family history is in the library at that cottage. There were some books in Maine that she brought back with her, but they were similar to the books of folklore and myth that her mother used to read to her as a child.

“To be honest, I have no idea what to think or believe right now, Kara. It’s been a lot to process and it’s turned my mindset on its head. There’s still a part of me that thinks there is some science and logic to this, but I also witnessed things when I was with Florence that shouldn’t have been possible.” She lifts her hand to rub the back of her neck and temples where the tension is building again. “The only logical step I can see now is to head to the cottage in Ireland to learn more about who my mother was and what it means for me. I need to learn more about my heritage and bloodline. The only way I can do that is to immerse myself in the books and information Florence says is in that cottage and on that land.”

Kara’s eyes settle on Lena’s, the crinkle prominently displayed between her eyebrows. Her mind is racing, trying not to panic at the thought of Lena leaving for an indefinite amount of time. She’s barely gotten her best friend back after their falling out and her hellacious stay in the Phantom Zone. Lena was just gone for two weeks and has only gotten back today. A long torturous two weeks for the blonde and now she’s talking about leaving for even longer? Kara suddenly feels dizzy and nauseous. She can’t handle Lena going to Ireland for an indefinite amount of time, at least not without her. Her body starts to feel like it is vibrating and she suddenly feels really hot. She must make some sort of sound because Lena is suddenly leaning across her lap and cold, soft hands land on her face, green eyes worriedly looking into her own.

“Kara. Hey.” Lena says softly, her thumbs lightly stroking the blonde’s cheeks. “What’s wrong, Darling? Are you okay?” Worried sea green eyes bounce around Kara’s distraught features. “Take some deep breaths for me.”

She does. She looks right into those mesmerizing jade orbs, the soothing pools that seem to always suck her into their depths. Taking deep breaths and matching them to Lena’s, she starts to come back down to earth, the room stops spinning, and her stomach moves from nausea to butterflies. Lena’s hands are still on her face so she lifts her own hands and wraps her fingers around slender pale wrists. She smiles. The depths of her feelings for the phenomenal woman in front of her is becoming more and more evident to her as the days pass.

“There you are. Welcome back, Darling. What happened?” Lena says, softly running her thumbs across freckled cheeks. “It felt like you were having a panic attack. Did I say something to trigger a memory?”

The blonde takes a shaky breath, unsure if can make herself vulnerable enough to tell Lena what is going through her head. She sighs, they promised each other no more lies and she’s already not being honest about her feelings. There’s no way she can’t hide this as well. Her head nods in silent decision. She pulls Lena’s hands away from her face, settling them between their bodies before fixing her gaze on their joined fingers.

“Um, I guess I was having a panic attack, but not because something you said triggered it. Or at least not in the way you’re thinking.” She shakes her head, trying to force her brain to get her words in order. “It’s just that, well, you just got back today after being gone for two weeks. Before that, we’d barely gotten to spend any time together. Between my trip to the Phantom Zone and your adventure to Maine, we haven’t really had a chance to talk or hangout. At least not since we reconciled and well, the thought of you…the idea that you…”

She starts breathing fast again, Lena’s hands shoot back up to her cheeks, forcing blue eyes to settle on green. This time, Lena shuffles across her thighs and into her lap then leans forward to rest their foreheads together, quietly whispering ‘just breathe, I’m here’ and settling Kara’s panic again.

“Darling, what’s going through your head? What do you think is going to happen?” Lena says, the breath from her words landing warmly against Kara’s chin. “You’re scared, I can see it in your eyes. Please talk to me. Tell me what it is and we’ll figure it out together.”

Another shaky breath spills from Kara’s lips. Her hands gently grasp Lena’s face, tilting her chin down to bring her forehead closer. She places a gentle kiss on her brow and smiles. Settling back against the cushion behind her with Lena still sitting across her thighs and eyes worriedly scanning her face. “It occurred to me that you will be leaving for Ireland without a clear return date and I don’t think I can handle that right now.” She lets out a scoff poorly disguised as laughter before she continues. “I want us to work to mend our relationship, Lena. I want to get back to spending time together and having movie nights. I’m just afraid that if you aren’t here…”

Lena watches and listens as Kara’s words trail off into a breathy silence. Their hands migrate to one another between their bodies, fingers interlocking together again. Lena’s mind is in chaos trying to figure out why her departure for Ireland would send Kara into such a panic. With her thoughts spiraling, she simply cannot decipher this reaction. Sure, they’ve been working to mend their relationship, but she didn’t think that Kara would react like this, in such a panic.

What does it mean? Does Kara feel the same way she does? There’s no way, right? Right?!

She shakes her head to dispel the thoughts, refocusing on her best friend. “Kara, leaving for Ireland and staying there for a while doesn’t mean you can’t visit. I can give you the coordinates for the cabin and you’re welcome there at any time. Always.” She leans forward again, pressing their foreheads together, ardently trying to convey her sincerity. “I want to repair our relationship as much as you do, Darling. It feels like you’re afraid I’m leaving for good, that I’m not coming back. Is that what you’re so scared of?”

She doesn’t see the tears fall, but feels them silently collide with her thumbs as she sweeps them back and forth across Kara’s cheekbones. Leaning back to verify that her best friend is in fact crying, she sighs and settles herself further into the blonde’s lap, wraps her arms around her neck, and presses Kara’s damp face into her neck. Doing her best to comfort and reassure the woman she’s hopelessly in love with.

They sit in silence for a prolonged period of time before Kara clears her throat and extracts herself from Lena’s neck. She wipes the tears before settling back into the couch with her best friend still planted in her lap. She sighs and tries to collect her emotions so she can explain why it scares her. No, why it quite frankly terrifies her.

“When I was in the Phantom Zone, I was constantly reliving my worst nightmare. The phantoms were always present and everything felt real. The line between reality and nightmares started to blur.” She lightly caresses the slender fingers between her own, swallowing harshly, the sound audible. Shaking her head again, she tries to dispel the memories and forges on.“It was so real, Lena. Every single time it happened, I felt it. The nightmares the phantoms kept showing me weren't what I expected. I’ve lost so many things in my life, suffered through trauma I haven’t even begun to deal with, but this? It was the worst thing I’ve ever felt.”

Kara lifts her eyes back to the woman sitting across her thighs, tears welling up again. Stubbornly, she refuses to let them fall, blinking them from existence. Lena moves off her lap and into the corner of the couch, shifting until her back rests against the arm. She maneuvers them both until Kara is sitting between her legs, resting her back against Lena’s chest. She wraps her arms around the blonde’s shoulders, her hands resting against exposed collarbones. They sit there in silence for a few minutes, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other.

Lena finally shatters the quiet, no longer able to stop her curiosity from getting the better of her. “Based on some of our past conversations, I’m guessing that you figured your worst nightmare would be reliving the loss of Krypton or losing Alex and Eliza, but that wasn’t what you saw, was it?” She glances down, watching Kara’s head slowly nod side to side. “Well, whatever it was, it obviously impacted you more deeply than you anticipated. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Darling, but why is this causing you to panic about my trip to Ireland? ”

Just as Lena finishes her sentence, there is a knock on the door signaling the arrival of their dinner. Kara sighs and extracts herself from Lena’s arms, making her way to the door to accept their food. With the takeout in hand, she heads toward the coffee table where Lena is placing plates, cutlery, and two bottles of water. The two quietly dish up their plates and settle back into the couch. The silence surrounding them is comfortable, but tense. Neither of them confident about restarting their conversation. It’s Kara that eventually speaks.

“The recurring nightmare, it wasn’t losing my planet. It wasn’t losing Alex or Eliza, or any of our other found family.” She sighs and delays the rest of her thoughts by taking a drink of her water. Placing the bottle back onto the table, she turns to face Lena, waiting to make sure the raven haired woman can see how sincere her next words are. “My worst nightmare is losing you, Lena. Every single vision, every single time. I watched you die. In so many different ways, over and over again. So. Many. Times. It got to the point that I wanted them to kill me. To put me out of my misery. It felt like losing Krypton all over again, but magnified. Only, I think it was worse. So much worse.”

Her final words are almost too quiet for Lena to hear. She reaches out to take the blonde’s hands into hers, green eyes welling with tears. “Oh Kara, love, I’m so sorry you had to go through such torment. I can’t imagine what that was like. I’m not sure how I would handle seeing you die over and over again. Even the idea of losing you, of seeing you die in a nightmare is too much. I just…” She shudders and shakes the thought from her head before clearing her throat. “I can’t say that something won’t happen some day, Kara. Neither of us have control over that. However, I can promise that I’m not leaving for good. Not if I can help it.”

She pulls the woman closer and wraps her arms around her again, squeezing her tightly against her chest before pulling away to continue her thoughts. “This trip is something I have to do. There’s no other way for me to learn more about my family, my heritage. Since I apparently have these abilities, I need to learn how to use them properly. The last thing I want to do is hurt someone. Especially you, Kara. You’re vulnerable to magic. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you. Not again.”

Kara gives a half-smile. Rationally, she understands that Lena needs to spend time at her mother’s cottage to learn how to master her abilities. She does truly get it, but her heart and her soul cannot fathom being away from Lena again. Especially without a return date or a definitive end date. They’ve only just started rebuilding their friendship and she doesn’t want to lose it because of distance. Everything in her body is telling her that she has to keep Lena close.

Suddenly, it occurs to her that there’s other options. Lex is no longer a threat. He’s banished to the Phantom Zone and can’t do anymore damage. Lillian is dead so she’s not a problem. Most other issues that arise can be handled by the team of superfriends at the Tower and the National City PD. There’s stopping her from going to Ireland with Lena, if she’s amenable to some company. She deserves a vacation just like anyone else, right?

Kara smiles and leans forward to take Lena’s hands in her own. She places their joined hands on her lap. “Would it be too wild and crazy if I wanted to go with you? We could make a vacation out of it? What if we spent the entire month of October in your little cottage in Ireland?” She nervously looks up into her favorite shade of green. “I can help you with your research and we can do it all together. What do you think?”

A bright, dimpled grin spreads across Lena’s face, she can’t think of anything she wants more in this moment than to have Kara by her side for this new chapter of her life. “I think we better start packing for our wild and crazy Irish vacation.”

The evening shifts after that. They put together a plan and talk about how they’re going to tell the team. They still have two more weeks before they officially leave, but both of them are giddy with excitement. They fall asleep next to one another in Kara’s bed that night with a renewed sense of hope for the future.

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fanfic #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfiction writer #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 1 year

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May I request the LL crew finding out the Human Liason isn't human, but a tsukumogami/yaojing/yaoguai and their real form is something mundane, like a teapot or a lute? Bonus points if they only found out because one of the bots wasn't being careful, accidentally kicked Liason and they went flying into a wall-reverting back to their true nature.

There’s a split second where Chromedome sees the liaison’s body fly through the air and he already considers altering/erasing the memory of their death so he doesn’t have to remember their gory death. Or, well, what he thought was going to be a gory death. But when the liaison hits the wall, instead of turning into a bloody smear, they... poof, and suddenly there’s a paper lantern rolling around on the floor. Needless to say, Chromedome is completely lost.

He doesn’t dare touch the paper lantern, especially since it looks so frail, and for several seconds he just stares at it. It’s only when the liaison turns back into their ‘human’ form that he finally reacts. On the outside he’s fairly calm as he asks them what is going on but inside he’s a big mess. He thought he was about to see his friend die and while he’s happy that didn’t happen he’s still fairly shaken up by the experience.

Accepts the liaison’s explanation that they are a tsukumogami (they have to explain what that is first) pretty quickly. He knows what he saw and humans don’t just randomly turn into objects. Finds a sort of comfort in knowing that because of this the liaison will live for much longer than if they were a human. Though since they are actually a paper lantern, now Chromedome is super paranoid when they are around fire (Rodimus better watch out).

Minimus always knew that it was inevitable that the liaison would one day get seriously hurt while working on the Lost Light. The fact that they had up until that point escaped all confrontations and adventures with nothing but scrapes and a couple of bruises spoke of their tenacity and vigilance. Still, they were powerless when faced with the speeding alt mode of Rodimus.

One second he’s walking by their side, discussing work, and the next they are rolling of the hood of Rodimus’ alt mode. Their body is limp when it hits the floor and Minimus doesn’t waste a second to rush forward to help them in whatever way he can, even if he knows deep down that no human can survive this sort of head on collision. Behind him, he can hear the sound of Rodimus transforming and panicking, apologizing and cursing at himself for what he has done. Minimus is just about to call out for someone to get a medic when suddenly the liaison’s body disappears in a cloud of smoke, leaving behind a necklace on the floor.

There’s nothing in the autobot code on how to handle a situation like this. No rules or regulations to follow, to help keep Minimus calm and in control. So, confused and scared, he scoops up the necklace in his hands. Despite not knowing what is going on he has a feeling that this piece of jewelry is extremely important. His suspicions are proven correct mere moments afterwards, when the liaison suddenly poofs back into existence in his arms. Still, he doesn’t ask them what is going on. Instead, his mind still racing, he starts running towards the medbay so they can ‘fix’ his colleague.

It’s only once Minimus calms down and takes a few moments to collect himself that he allows the liaison to explain themself. He is... surprised by this turn of events and he lightly scolds them for not telling him this beforehand. He only scolds them however to hide how scared he was. Later, when he is not as shook up, he’s going to scream at Rodimus. It’s going to go on for hours. Rodimus has no choice but to accept his fate.

#transformers imagine #MTMTE #lost light #chromedome #minimus ambus #rodimus

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kobblefort · 1 year

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Rushsly: The Early Days 2

She's done it! Osgi made a wool turban. Besides "menacing with spikes of sheep wool"(???) it has no real interesting aspects, but it's pretty valuable and now I have one less kobold meltdown to worry about. The kobolds also demanded I build a temple for "The Goldenrod Creed," a religion about worshipping rainbows and the rain. And yeah sure I can get down with rainbows, I fuck with rainbows.

Looks pretty cool I think. Their priest is called "Holy Fish." I gave the job to a new arrival called "Cokuk Warnbarbs" and I'm sure I won't regret placing a hateful, greedy kobold in a position of religious authority.

Humans showed up to trade and seem to just be stuck here. The rabbits haven't left either. We didn't actually have any crafts to trade with the humans so they just sort of stood around. Eventually I read that when this happens you can get them to leave by deleting the trade depot. However this also made the humans just drop everything they brought and leave. I guess that made it our stuff. Well this could be a funny exploit but I don't know if they'll just see it as stealing.

Before the migrant wave even finishes I have to make it clear that this is not a hunter-friendly fortress. If you want to run around shooting arrows do that shit somewhere else. We don't do that here.

We're getting quite a sizeable population now and whoa hey hold up what the fuck

Some ratfolk dickhead broke in!!! A peasant Almda is just punching the absolute fuck out of her. Just going at her head like a fucking speedbag.

I mean holy shit

I love when they say this.

As Almda beat the ratfolk to death, a woodcrafter created their masterpiece across the room. Can you imagine being that kobold. Just like "whoa, that's crazy. I'm busy though"

Things are going smoothly. I'm trying a different bedroom setup for once. Glass production is going kind of slow, they keep canceling stuff because they "need sand-bearing item" (it's usually right next to them but they won't use it for some reason) I'm sure there's some way to fix this but I'm not sure what it is. "I ball to remember" - thought that came to me so vividly while i walked through the kitchen that I had to say it out loud. "I ball to forget" the only logical conclusion to that thought.

Rushsly was elevated to a Warren (kobble version of a barony) and crystal glass operations are up and fucking running baby!!! Big things poppin!!!!! We also have enough fucking iron and billon to get absolutely rich but the faster the economy go up the sooner we're likely to get raided and there's still no military here. You might be wondering how I got all these magma furnaces without embarking on a volcano or digging into Caverns 3 well baby I fucking cheated. I busted open DFhack with ` and I went to gui/liquids and I made some little magma pockets. I don't know how to get kobbles to move around buckets of magma without killing themselves in the process but if I did I would still probably do this. I'm still ultimately just using the resources I have and I'd never outright cheat to fix a kobble's mood or survive a siege or anything like that, sometimes I just get sick of the clerical bullshit! Maybe that sounds fun to you. Maybe it sounds insane for me to say that about a game that is, in essence, literally just clerical bullshit, but what is more insane than caring? I am still going to attempt to make steel completely legitimately, if you think me speeding things up so that I don't have to deforest the entire map and wait three times as long for the coal to actually get moved around ruins the integrity of the fortress then I don't know just stop fucking reading and you'll be better off.

We are also establishing a hospital even before we establish a barracks (I have decided to go the military route after all though traps are still in the cards) and guess how I got those water tiles two z-levels beneath those wells. Go ahead guess. Actually it's not a great solution because they will eventually dry up given enough use and I certainly don't want to manually re-fill them but by the time that becomes a problem I should be able to breach the caverns (relatively) safely and make me a mother fucking pump stack. I refuse to use windmills because I believe they make power too easy while also providing a really bad defensive weakness (I have had a forgotten beast break in through the axle tunnels and slaughter my entire fortress because of that one-tile-wide vulnerability) so drawing waterwheel power from the caverns is simply what I'm going to have to do. And yes I know that's a weird double standard for a guy who magically summons the water and magma from console commands but this is not a competitive game!!! When you boot up Dwarf Fortress it's YOUR choice whether you want to play as some kind of omnipotent god, minor deity, or literally just advisor to your little ant-farm of fake people. And I like being a minor deity with power over little time-and-effort-saving things but ultimately leaving matters of actual survival in the hands of my kobbles.

Just found a fat-ass native platinum vein, you wish you were me so bad.

A big part of why I'm so hesitant to breach the cavern layers is actually just that once you do, all your un-floored areas start growing cave fungus, which I hate. It can even start growing trees which will bust through your entire base but you can't really cut them down early you just have to literally build floor over them which is annoying and takes up so many resources. Some of it, like the red fungus, looks cool but most of it just looks ugly. However it does let you pasture your animals indoors which is always a boon, invaders fucking love to kill animals and if you can just have them sealed off in their own little chamber where nothing bad happens to them you don't have to worry about them. Once the kobolds get barracks set up and a bit of training under their belts I guess I'm just going to have to deal with it.

Right we've fucked around long enough, barracks time. And I smoothed them because if they're going to be stuck "constant training" they may as well get to enjoy the place. I particularly like having the dungeon right next to the barracks because it means any attempted jailbreakers will have to try and sneak through a room full of heavily-armored goons who are in the middle of swinging their weapons around. I don't really have the logistics set up for leather armor but I have an absolute fuckton of iron so it might be good enough to just make a 10-kobble melee squad and 10-kobble xbow squad with iron armor. For some reason, holding off until I have steel production up and running just seems like a bad idea.

I saw this notification and thought "oh shit, is there another thief or something" but it turned out my kobble actually just had a panic attack at work thinking about her friend dying in the Fucked Up Bridge Incident. This is a fucked up game. If you ever ask "what kind of god would make monkeys that get anxiety and have to drive big metal boxes to go operate a deep fryer all day," well, us I guess. We do that. Maybe this is what "god made man in his own image" means right. We've literally evolved so much that we can simulate being the same uncaring god doing the same awful things to little unassuming people. As above so below. I feel pretty normal playing Dwarf Fortress. It feels like a very natural behavior to me. Am I simply taking after my own creator

Ratfolk tried to sneak in, but gave up the element of surprise by shooting at some boar halfway across the map. Welp time to lock shit down! To be honest they seem more like they got lost on a hunting trip than they came here to fuck with us but we don't actually need to go topside for much of anything. And that "anything" includes making a good 10 or 20 sets of iron armor. Be our guests ratfolk... stay as long as you like.

Sometimes when I'm just sitting here doing this, I think about how happy I'd be with a soul-sucking spreadsheet job. Like the guy from OfficeSpace was such a bitch! What was with Generation X and going "no maaan, you don't want a job with fixed hours where you don't get cut or burned or blow out your knees! Having the same weekend every week and only having to worry about fucking up your posture will suck your soul out, maaaan!" Passing papers around pointlessly and doing fake social niceties for it sounds great. If it's so bad then give up your fucking paid vacations and holidays off and liveable pay and just switch places with the guy pushing carts around the Wal-Mart parking lot while 60 year old Xanax addicts in pickup trucks and SUVs try to run him down as practice for when they finally live their ultimate wish fulfillment by driving their car into a bunch of protestors for daring to temporarily mildly inconvenience them.

Not now bunnies

Oh I guess they have no beef with each other. That sort of makes sense they're both rodents right. Well uhh they just keep standing there on the edge of the map.

It seems kind of arrogant for William Shakespeare to say "All the world's a stage." Maybe not arrogant, but I don't know, of course you see it that way, you're a fucking playwright. What about everyone else? To the dishwasher, is all the world that salad you barely even took three bites of? What about to the soldier? Is all the world a target, a threat, an enemy? It is convenient for us to only see life through a pinhole. Both for us and the next pigeon up on the higher wire. Life isn't really a play or a fight or any one thing but as long as you never drop out you don't have to worry about that. You can stay right on a track and become a software engineering guy who can't cook instant noodles for himself or tell the difference between different species of trees. People always told me "ginkgo biloba trees smell like cum" but I've never smelled it. I've never really considered cum to have a smell, maybe I just don't have smelly cum. I mean I know the smell of a cum rag you toss in the corner of a room that you ended up forgetting for way too long and had to throw away, but that's more of just a bacterial smell to me I think and I've never smelled something like that while I was walking out in public, even around ginkgo biloba trees. It feels like you can generate infinite cum in life sometimes, like even when you haven't eaten or drank you can still make some come out of you, but you will run out eventually. I'm not sure about the "semen retention" guys, I kind of believe more in the "balance of fluids" thing. You can definitely have an excess of cum sometimes and it makes you act like a fucking idiot. If you don't jack off or otherwise dispel excess semen (as if anybody even has sex anymore - Not gonna catch me doing that nerd shit!) at least once every few days everyone can tell and they think you're wound-up and stuck-up and way too aggressive over little things. At the same time if you masturbate too much that's also weird and everyone can tell that too. Just do it once every two or three days to keep your levels normal. Hop on e621, punch in "breast_expansion dragon" and you're good to go. You're normal again.

Some migrants showed up, got into some martial trances, and then all died futilely to the four ratfolk rangers that kinda just won't fuck off. Well, actually, one of them went home. I guess he got his fill of fucking around. I don't really feel the urge to take revenge because I didn't know any of those guys really. We don't really need a fish cleaner and we certainly don't need any milkers or shearers so I don't know what to tell you. Bad day to show up. You really should have phoned ahead. You really should not have showed up to your girlfriend's house after she ignored your calls for like 3 hours obviously she was cheating on you!!! Sometimes a girl is just giving you those psilocybin mushrooms to try and subtlely convince you that you want to break up instead of just saying "we should break up" maybe direct communication isn't that great maybe you should just play weird interpetive-dance games with each other trying to change each other's minds instead. Sorry. I said I wasn't going to talk about David Cage.

Alsrta, previously the gelder, is now our Caravan Voice (manager) because Anl was stuck in a strange mood that I thought was going to fail but we managed to sneak a kobble out to collect a single log for him. She seems better at it anyway. Also, after drinking booze straight from the barrel even though there are plenty of cups, she gave birth to three children: Anl Crystaldepth (badass name) Iltos Coveredspells (decent name) and Zhatrsi Homagebutters (I'm sorry lil lady) making the need for protection clearer than ever. Death and birth within just moments of each other. Existence, even in this little pixelated simulation, is far too complicated to ever summarize with just a witty quote, but we keep trying. Maybe there really is an all-encompassing philosophical Theory Of Everything that's catchy and fits in as many characters as a tweet. Before they let the Twitter Blue perverts write as much as they want, I mean. I'm not sure 140 is realistic but 280 could probably fit it. Everything in the whole universe can be flattened into one slogan. Why else would everyone be trying to build an ideology out of little quotes and zingers

The kobolds are dancing around and listening to stories casually like there aren't any murderous ratfolk creeping around outside. Feels kind of opposite to real life. Everyone locked away in their McMansion is glued to one of three boxes telling them that everything is going to hell and everyone is out to get them and that we are in an untold flood of violence and despair. Then you go outside and you walk through that "bad neighborhood" and it's just people going to the store to get fucking groceries like everybody else. But I guess kobolds live more communally. And I can't say I'd ever want my bedroom to be right next to anyone else's ever again - even if I do get a box and a cabinet!

Some of that food they be making sounds good as hell

Kody Inkblighted has an appropriate name for someone who is regaling everyone with poetry. Apparently it also thought the last person doing poetry sucked.

DANKNESS AND NOTHING MORE LOL!!!!!

That peasant got their head bashed in with a crossbow so fucking hard that it exploded. That's pretty fucked up. I guess it's kinda even for our kobble punching that thief in the head over and over until they died but we only killed one of them and they killed five of us and it's not like we went out to fuck with them, they were literally sneaking around trying to steal our stuff. Well folks I hit 30 images and I'm high as fuck and honestly the things I'm about to do to a tuna sandwich would not be allowed on television in ANY country. I'll be here though not doing shit else so expect another post in I don't know a few hours I guess

#dwarf fortress #kobblefort

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itsupermanti · 1 year

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My Hero Superman AU; Reign of the Multiversal Supermen by @itsupermanti, Part 8 Superman; Man of Tomorrow (Finale)

(Artwork from Action Comics Vol 2, #1)

Izuku(as his shocked face is shown): You remember me, right? Izuku “Jon-El” Midoriya, son of Hisashi and Inko, first born son of Superman and Wonder Woman, the Superboy now Superman; Man of Tomorrow…

Izuku(as he and Ochaco are shown staring at another green haired Izuku in a red costume holding a red helmet with a phoenix shaped visor in his hands): And right now, my girlfriend and I are meeting another version of me, who can use MAGIC!!!

Izuku(snapping out of his daze): Sorry about that, you’re not the first doppelgänger we dealt with…

Izuku(holding out his hand and shaking MagiRed’s hand): Izuku Midoriya, the Superman.

Izuku(looking stunned): You’re really Superman?!

Izuku(confused as he pulls his hand back): Yes? I inherited the title from my Dad.

Izuku(eyes sparkling): THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!

Izuku(smiling widely): Wait till I tell my siblings about this! All four of them will freak!

Izuku(turning to Ochaco): And when I tell my girlfriend that her counterpart’s a superhero, she won’t believe it ei-

Izuku(suddenly grabs his head as he remembers what I was doing before he arrived): OH SHOOT OCHACO!!!

Izuku(putting his helmet back on): I LEFT HER AND ERI ALONE!!!

MagiRed(pulling out his cellphone device): I HAVE TO GET BACK TO THEM BEFORE THOSE WOLF-MEN HURT THEM!!!

MagiRed(calling out a spell as the tip of his wand glows): RED SKY HOKI!!! COME CLOSER!!!

Soon a red glyph appears before the red warrior, and a flying broom emerges from it, before turning into a hover-bike of sorts;

Goku(looking at the vehicle closely): Is it just me, or did the thing transform from a magic broom?

Thor(placing Mjolnir on his belt): Nay, it is as you saw…

Goku(still looking at the bike as MagiRed hops on): Good to know…

MagiRed(waving at everyone as his Sky Hoki starts hovering in the air): It’s been nice meeting you all, hope we have a chance to see each other again!

MagiRed then takes off towards the portal he came from, just as Steel and the others came back from the Earths they traveled to, managing to catch a small glimpse of MagiRed as he flew into his portal, allowing Iida to slow down and come to a stop.

Mei(taking of her helmet): Who was that?

Ochaco(shrugging her shoulders): We only got his title, apparently he goes by “MagiRed”.

Izuku: He was an alternate version of me who showed up to help while we were gone.

Bubbles(speaking up excitedly): Yeah, he was all like…

Bubbles(mimicking his transformation pose): “MAGIC HENSHIN”!!!

Buttercup(joining in as she mimes him swinging his sword): Then he was all “MAGI SWORD”!!!

Buttercup(throwing punches): Then he went “MAGIPUNCH!!!” and sent all those mutants flying with each punch!

Buttercup+Blossom(both crossing their arms over their chest just like MagiRed did as he charged at Shigiraki): Then he went “RED FIRE!!!” and turned into a phoenix!

Buttercup(as she held up her hand and snapped): He even snapped his fingers just before that glowing guy EXPLODED from the attack!

Blossom(as her sisters continue talking about the warrior): He appeared to use some kind of fire magic, he even summoned a broom that turned into a hover-bike before you all came back and headed back to his Earth through the portal he came in.

Bakugo(grumbling to himself): He wasn’t THAT impressive…I could’ve done the same…

Aoyama(smirking as the Eradicator with his mask off): Then why didn’t you?

Aoyama(unfazed as Bakugo hits him with an explosion): That’s what I thought.

Tensei(amused): A wizard on a hoverbike, now that’s something you don’t see everyday!

Clark: Now that that’s out of the way, we should get to locating our Earths.

Tensei(helping his brother get off the treadmill): Hold on, I can help.

Once Tenya was being supported by some of his classmates, Tensei then zipped over to the treadmill and started running.

Mei(as Tensei continues to pick up speed): This baby should help us gaze into other earths to help find your universes before we open portals to them.

Mei(as a rift appears before them, allowing them to gaze into another universe): Like so!

The multiversal “window” opens up to show a city plaza in Tokyo, Japan at noon.

All seems peaceful at first, only for people to be shown running away in fright from what appears to be bipedal Wolf-men with bone plated armor and bone masks with red markings.

Sentry(looking at the monsters in confusion): What the hell are those?

Kirishima(worried): Are those Nomus?

Toshi(looking at them closely): They’re nothing like the Nomus…

Suddenly, some familiar figures are shown running in the crowd. A young brunette in a school uniform holding a white haired child dressed in a robe with dragon symbols and a horn on her forehead.

Eri(eyes widening): It’s me and mama!

Izuku(turning to Mei): Can you open a portal? They need help!

Mei(turning to the man of tomorrow): It’ll take a-

Mei(as MagiRed comes flying out of a portal that appeared above the alternate Ochaco and Eri): -while…

Hisashi(realizing why the red warrior appeared as he jumps off his vehicle and attacking the monsters chasing Ochaco and Eri’s counterparts): This must be his Earth!

Inko(curious): Why don’t we watch what happens for a bit? See what he can really do with his magic?

Eraserhead(scoffing): That “magic” was probably just some kind of “fire glyph” quirk.

Mic(turning to him with a deadpan expression): We just some him transform into the suit of his…

Midnight(deadpan as well): Not to mention, he summoned a broomstick that turned into a hover-bike…

Nezu(smirking from Eraserhead’s shoulder while motioning towards Dr Fate, Black Adam, Inko and Denki): And many here draw their powers from divine sources of magic.

Nighteye(crossing his arms in annoyance): I doubt he’ll can be that impres-

Kamui(cutting him off): He just took down all those wolf-men while you were talking.

Nighteye(turning to see that it was indeed the case): WHAT?!?!?!

On Earth-“Sentai”;

MagiRed(running towards Ochaco and Eri as the other civilians manage to escape, many of the wolf-men laying on the ground around them): OCHACO!!! ERI!!!

Izuku(as his body glows and his suit vanishes as he hugs the two tightly): Are you both alright?!

Ochaco(hugging her boyfriend back): We’re fine…

Ochaco(moving back and smacking her boyfriend over the head): WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WERE A MAGIRANGER?!?!?!

Back on Earth-54;

Everyone(confused): Magiranger?

On the other Earth;

Izuku(rubbing his head): It happened recently!

Izuku(looking at Ochaco): I was about to tell you, then my magic subconsciously reacted with a wish you had…

Izuku(gesturing to the curious Eri in Ochaco’s arms, looking at the two of them): And created Eri as my familiar.

Izuku(throwing his hands up): Then that portal opened up and I heard a cry for help, and ended up on an Earth where we’re superheroes, and I’m SUPERMAN!!!

Izuku(rubbing his neck sheepishly): Sorry about that…

Ochaco(Earth-54): What does he mean Eri is his familiar?

Izuku(looking at his girlfriend): Any idea what you wished for that resulted in Eri?

Ochaco(blushing): Well…

Eri(speaking up from Ochaco’s arms): Why is mama’s face red?

Izuku: And why is she calling us her parents?

Ochaco(looking down in embarrassment): I may have been thinking about how I’d like to see have our children might look like in the future!

Ochaco(looking her boyfriend in the eyes as they both blush): That may be why…

Izuku(blushing): Mina will have a field day when she finds out she’s technically an aunt…

Mina(Earth-54): We’re still siblings on this Earth, nice!

Eri(getting excited): I have an aunty?

Izuku(nodding): You have two aunties and two uncles.

Midoriya siblings(Earth-54): WE HAVE TWO MORE SIBLINGS?!?!?!

Hisashi+Inko(Earth-54): WE HAVE FIVE KIDS?!?!?!

Izuku(looking at the still blushing Ochaco): I know this is really sudden, but we technically are her “parents”, in a sense…Are you okay?

Ochaco(recovering from her daze): Yeah…

Ochaco(turning to her boyfriend as she starts smirking): But you’re going to be the one to explain what happened to our parents.

Izuku(taken aback as he starts chuckling): Really?

Ochaco(playfully pouting as she starts jabbing him in the chest with her finger): Hey, you’re the one responsible for us “birthing” her, so YOU BETTER TAKE RESPONSIBILITY MISTER!!!

Everyone(Earth-54 minus Izuku and Ochaco): *laughing at the couple*

???: IZUKU!!!

The couple and their “daughter” turn towards the familiar voices and see Denki, Mina, Momo and Mirio running towards them, stepping on some of the monsters as they do.

Denki(wearing a yellow jacket similar to Izuku’s, with a thunderbird emblem): We saw what happened on the news!

Mina(Caucasian with pink hair and normal green eyes, wearing a pink jacket with a butterfly emblem): What happened?!

Momo(two years older then them, wearing a blue jacket with a mermaid tail emblem, proceeding to hug Izuku tightly): DON’T SCARE YOUR OLDER SISTER LIKE THAT LITTLE BROTHER!!!

Mirio(four years older then them, wearing a green jacket with a bull emblem, trying to get Momo to let Izuku go): SIS, YOU’RE HUGGING HIM TOO TIGHTLY!!!

Everyone(Earth-54): MOMO AND MIRIO ARE THE OTHER TWO SIBLINGS?!?!?!

Momo(glaring at her older brother): I DON’T CARE, HE HAD ME WORRIED SICK!!!

Denki+Mina(freaking out as Eri tries to get her “father” out of the embrace): NEE-CHAN, HE’S TURNING BLUE!!!

Momo(letting her younger brother go with a blush): Sorry…

Hisashi(Earth-54, thinking): She definitely Inko’s daughter on that Earth…

Mina(noticing Eri franticly checking in her father): Oh!

Mina(kneeling down next to Eri): And who’s this little cutie?

Eri(moving to hide behind Ochaco’s leg, her head shyly poking out): I’m Eri…

Everyone(Earth-54): Awww…

Denki(crunching down by his sister): Were Izuku and Ochaco helping you find your parents?

Eri(tugging on Ochaco’s school jacket): This is Mama!

Eri(pointing at Izuku as he gets back up): And he’s papa!

Denki+Mina+Momo+Mirio(smiling with their eyes closed, only for all the color on them to seemingly vanish): …

Izuku and Ochaco start sweating nervously while waiting to see how his siblings react to this bombshell.

Denki+Mina+Momo+Mirio(regaining color as their eyes open in shock): EEEEHHHH!!!

Denki+Mina(clutching their heads): WE HAVE A NIECE?!?!?!

Mirio(freaking out): I’M AN UNCLE?!?!?!

Momo(sternly turning to Izuku and Ochaco): What happened?

Izuku(nervously): Don’t get ma-

Momo(repeating herself with more force behind her words): What.Happened?

Midoriya Siblings(Earth-54, thinking): She’s definitely our older sister…

Inko(Earth-54, thinking with a smirk): She’s definitely my kid…

Haruto(Earth-54, amused): She’s like our Momo, but with Inko’s fierce nature.

Izuku(explaining): She’s my familiar!

Momo(briefly glancing at Ochaco before turning back to her brother): YOU TOLD HER?!?!?!

Izuku(hands up in surrender): SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND!!!

Eri(walking up and pulling on Momo’s jacket): Please don’t be mad at Mama and Papa!

Momo immediately stops her scolding as she turns to the horned child with tears in her eyes and immediately feels as if she was punched in the gut.

Momo(thinking to herself): KAWAI!!!

Mirio(seeing their sister hugging her niece while apologizing): So~…

Mirio(turning to his younger brother): How are you going to explain this to Mom and Dad?

Izuku(raising a brow): You mean the masters of magic who taught us everything we know?

Izuku(as his image is shown in a crystal ball): They probably know already.

Inko(wearing a fancy white cloak with snowflakes on it, a smirk on her face): Of course he was the one who realized first.

Hisashi(wearing black robes with a red and black cloak with flames and wolves on it): He is the prodigy amongst his siblings, especially if he subconsciously conjured up a familiar.

Hisashi+Inko(Earth-54): So we’re mages on this Earth.

Dr Fate(Earth-54): And rather high ranking ones if your appearances are anything to go by.

Inko(turning to her husband): We’re going to spoil her, aren’t we?

Hisashi(nodding his head): Oh absolutely, I’m going to earn the title of “Best Grandpa”!

Everyone(Earth-54): *sweatdrop*

Before any more could be said, more of the monsters from before show up once more, this time lead by a young man and woman with pale white skin and glowing veins upon their faces.

Amongst this second wave of monsters, some are bear themed and others boar themed.

The young man steps up and addresses them.

Man: Apologies for all this ruckus…

Man(giving a formal bow as he introduces himself): I am the royal Boarbatusk Grimm Prince, Tusker.

Tusker(motioning to the woman besides him): And this is my sister, Baroness, the Ursa Princess.

Mirio(Earth-54, chuckling): “BEAR-oness”, because she’s a bear! HAH!

Mirio(chuckling): “BEAR-oness”, really?

Baroness(rolling her eyes with a scoff before pointing at Eri, who is still in her Aunt Momo’s arms): That child is a great source of magic.

Baroness(holding her hand before her face): Hand her over to us…

Baroness(clenching her fist): Or be destroyed!

Momo(holding Eri closely): Over our dead bodies!

Tusker(lips curling into a grin): That’s the plan, my dear.

Izuku(grabbing Eri from his sister and handing her to Ochaco): Keep an eye on her.

Izuku(pulling out his phone device from before as his siblings pull out their own): We were trained for this our whole lives…

Izuku(pressing 1-0-7 into the phone’s keypad): Holy saints! Grant us the power of magic!

Midoriya Siblings(crossing their right hands with the phones in front of their left arms): Maho Henshin!

Midoriya Siblings(swinging his arms around before pointing the red gem up to the sky): Maagi, Magi, Magiiro!

Maagi, Magi, Magiiro!

The siblings assume various stances as glyphs of their colors appear above them as their suits appear upon their bodies.

Tusker(eyes wide): They’re like the Gingaman!

Everyone(Earth-54): Gingaman?

MagiRed(striking a pose as flames appear around him): The Burning Fire Element! The Red Mage, MagiRed!

MagiYellow(striking a pose as lightning course around him): The Galloping Thunder Element! The Yellow Mage, MagiYellow!

MagiPink(striking a pose as wind blows around her): The Blowing Wind Element! The Pink Mage, MagiPink!

MagiBlue(posing as water swirls around her): The Shaking Water Element! The Blue Mage, MagiBlue!

MagiGreen(posing as trees pop up behind him): The Howling Earth Element! The Green Mage, MagiGreen!

Magiranger: Magical Family!

MagiRed: Mahou Sentai…

Magiranger(striking their team pose): MAGIRANGER, MYSTIC!!!

Eraserhead(Earth-54, arms crossed): Was that really necessary?

Baroness(waving her hands at them): Get them!

The Magiranger begin fighting off the now named Grimm with ease.

MagiRed swings his sword, MagiYellow takes aim with his crossbow, MagiGreen swings his axe, and MagiPink and MagiBlue use their wands to cast elemental attacks.

Eri(turning to Ochaco in confusion): What happened to Papa?

Ochaco(smiling as she watches her boyfriend and his siblings fight): They became the 29th Super Sentai team!

Everyone(Earth-54): “Super Sentai”?

Ochaco(as Izuku engages the Grimm prince and princess): The “Mahou Sentai, Magiranger”!

Tusker(being knocked back alongside his sister by Izuku): Why I ought ta-

Baroness(grabbing her brother’s arm): Let it go “Squeals”…

Baroness(standing up as he gathers energy in her hand): We’ll deal with you next time…

MagiRed(realizing what the energy in her hand is): You can use magic too?!

Baroness(as she waves her hand, encasing her and brother as well as their grunts in her magic, causing them all to vanish): Till next time, Magiranger!

Hisashi(turning to his wife): Those were the Grimm that those new Gingaman fought on the news the other day.

Inko(nodding her head as the Magiranger are seen leaving the area with Ochaco and Eri): It seems we’ll have to step up their training.

Inko(as a young blond man in a red jacket comes running onto the scene): We have to prepare them for whatever comes next…

Bakugo(Earth-54, annoyed): And who’s this guy?!

Jaune(looking around): They’re gone…

Jaune(turning around to show the lion symbol on his back with the words “Arc 5”on his back): Wonder what they were after this time?

Jaune(as a few stragglers get back up): Seems they left a few of you behind…

Jaune(pulling out a silver bracelet): I’ll have to finish you all off.

Jaune(turning the dial on his bracelet to red and pressing the silver button): Ginga Tensei!

The multiversal window cuts off as the blond man glows red, ending their view of that world.

Nezu(paw in his chin with a smirk): I believe their heroic journey is just about to begin…

Mei(adjusting the controls on the treadmill): Hold on, let’s try this again…

The window opens up once more, showing a man in a red and gold suit of armor flying through the city skyline in the afternoon.

Thor(recognizing the armor): That’s Stark’s Ironman armor!

Thor(turning to Hyperion and Sentry): This must be our Earth!

Hyperion(facing the screen): I doubt that pal…

Thor(confused): Why?

Hyperion(pointing at the screen): That’s why.

The Ironman on screen is shown flying down at high speeds to attack a man in tuxedo suit and a bulky helmet holding another Thor by the neck, with a giant man in a red and black costume with a silver helmet laying unconscious on the ground, a woman wearing another armor in purple and silver tries to knock the man back as an alternate All Might is held in the man’s other hand.

Toshi(as Ironman clocks the man across the face at full speed, knocking him into a building as he releases the two men in his grasp): THAT’S ALL FOR ONE!!!

Ironman(turning towards the others as his faceplate opens up to reveal Hisashi as the one under the armor): You guys good?

All Might(getting back up with a grunt): Yeah.

Thor(calling Mjolnir towards him): Thank you for the assistance.

Rescue(faceplate opening up to reveal Inko as she approaches the giant man): C‘mon Hank, you have to get up!

The giant wakes up and shrinks back down as his helmet opens up to reveal a man with greying hair and a goatee.

Ant-man(getting up as some bones pop): I’m too old for this…

All Might: Where’s Spider-Man?

Spider-Man(in Izuku’s voice over their comm links): Me and Uravity are on our way Toshi!

Spider-Man(swinging through the city with Ochaco following him closely, both of them much older): We were just making sure that Eri her classmates were alright at the UA dorms!

Izuku(Earth-54, thinking to himself as his counterpart is shown): It looks like we’re older on this Earth.

Sentry: I think this Earth is a combination of ours and yours.

Class 1-A is shown gathered in the living room, all appearing the same, except for a young woman coming from up the stairs in a costume similar to Izuku’s under a jacket with silver bracelets on her wrists.

Iida(turning to the new person): Midoriya, what do you think you’re doing?!

Everyone(Earth-54): Midoriya?

The young woman removes her mask to reveal an older Eri, with green hair that fades into white tips, and eyes as brown as Ochaco’s own.

Midoriya Family+Ochaco(Earth-54, shocked): ERI?!?!?!

Eri(turning to Iida): The city’s in chaos right now!

Eri(heading for the door): People need help, and I’m going to give it to them!

Iida(grabbing her arm): I can’t let you do this!

Eri(pulling her hand out Iida’s grasp): That’s not up to you!

Eri(pointing her thumb at herself): Ever since I was born, my parents taught one lesson that matters more then whatever we were told here at UA!

Eri(Earth-54, shocked): I’m their actual daughter…

Eri(jabbing a finger into Iida’s chest): “With Great Power, There Must ALWAYS Come Great Responsibility”!

Eri(heading for the door): We have the power to be helping others right now.

Iida(refuting): But we were told-

Eri(turning to him): I DON’T CARE WHAT THEY TOLD US!!!

Eri(turning back around): Just know that the blood that might spill will be on your hands due to your hesitance to help…

The alternate Eri places her mask back on and removes her jacket as she easily jumps over the UA barrier and swings through the city, helping civilians that were trapped under rubble get to safety, with many cheering her own as she swings across the city to help as many people as she can.

Little girl(smiling as Eri swings over head): GO SPIDER-GIRL!!!

Spider-Girl(helping an elderly man in sunglasses get to a paramedic): Everything will be okay sir, the Avengers will have this taken care of soon.

Old Man(placing a hand on Eri’s shoulders): Thank you.

Spider-Girl(turning to him confused): I’m just doing what I can.

Old Man(shaking his head): Not for that…For proving that your parents raised you right, I’m glad that the future is in safe hands with someone like you.

Old Man(as his smiling reflection is shown in the lenses of Spider-Girl’s mask): Now, go True Believer…

Old Man(voiceover as Eri is shown lifting up some rubble to help a group trapped underneath): Be Greater…

Old Man(as Izuku is shown supporting a collapsing building as other pros help get the civilians out as a green behemoth of a man delivers staggering blows that force All for One to his knees!) Be yourself!

Old Man(as Eri is shown mid flip as the sun starts setting behind her): EXCELSIOR!!!

Thor(smiling as he moves to place a hand on Izuku and Eri’s shoulders): Ay, you both should have great pride for your counterparts!

Thor(elaborating): For they are connected by the Great Web to the grand legacy of a great young man I and many others are proud to call a friend, ally and verily an Avenger!

Nighteye(scoffing): Lose cannon is more like it!

The scene then cuts to a big spider web, placing various scenes of similarly dressed individuals performing heroic deeds, as a red-haired woman in a red coat and sunglasses focuses on the strand showing Eri’s actions.

Madame Web(seemingly talking to herself): Some, see self doubt as an invitation to become greater…

Madame Web(as Eri continues to save others): This is yours, and you have accepted it.

Madame Web(smiling as she continues to prove that she is her parents’ daughter): Let’s see how great you’ll end up becoming young spider.

Madame Web(turning towards the viewers on Earth-54, while raising a finger to her lips): No spoilers now!

Eraserhead(stunned as the woman seemed to address them): WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!

Madame Web(smirking): The Great Web’s reach is spread across all of space and time, allowing me to gaze into ALL possibilities and influence certain events to achieve a more desirable outcome.

Nighteye(shocked): Impossible!

Nighteye(getting angry): The future CANNOT be changed! All my visions have come true!

Madame Web(turning to the Foresight user with a smirk): Then you are simply blind, and have only seen what you’ve wanted to see.

Madame Web(ignoring the angry pro as she turns towards the Teen Titans): Have faith young heroes!

Madame Web(as the transmission starts cutting out): You’ll all do great!

Mei(checks the controls for the Treadmill as many new coordinates appear): We have the coordinates for all the Earths!

Thor(chuckling): It appears that the wise Madame Web can do a great many things, no matter what Earth she is from!

A little while later;

All the portals have been opened and all the Supermen had been sent back to their own Earths.

Clark(the last one to leave): You’re going to do a great job kid.

Izuku(shaking the man’s hand): Thanks! Good luck with your own son.

Clark(chuckling): Something tells me I’m going to need it.

Soon the veteran hero leaves through the last portal back to his own Earth, with the portal closing behind him.

A few days later;

Superman(voiceover as he is shown flying across the Musutafu skyline): This as been quite an adventure we’ve been on…

Superman(as a bruised and powerless Homelander is seen imprisoned on his Earth): We dealt with demons in human skin…

Superman(as Brightburn and Paragon are shown on their own Earths): Freed those who were unwilling puppets to others plans…

Superman(as the friendly Superman are shown flying across their own Earths): Made some new friends…

Superman(as Zoom and Shigiraki are shown): As well as dealt with some enemies, new and old…

Superman(as he flies down and starts helping people caught up in a villain fight): But we came out of it stronger…

Superman(as the Titans are shown helping others across the city): We realizes just how important the legacies we inherited really are.

Superman(as the camera zooms in on the black symbol on his cape): No matter what, we will be here to help lead others to a better tomorrow…

Superman(as the camera fades out): Always…

We then cut to the Cyborg Superman in an isolated room, communicating with an unknown individual.

Cyborg SM(kneeling on the floor): They suspect nothing my lord…

Cyborg SM(looking up at a towering figure enshrouded in darkness with glowing eyes sitting upon a throne): Soon, your invasion will be at hand…

The figure stands up from his throne and moves into the light to reveal their face.

Darkseid: And what of this so called, “League of Villains”?

Cyborg SM(chuckling darkly): They are NOTHING to your power my master…Especially not their leader.

Darkseid(grinning darkly): Excellent…

Darkseid(sitting back upon his throne): Soon, I mount the Kryptonian’s skull upon my throne, along with the rest of his family…

Darkseid: Continue to observe and maintain your cover.

Cyborg SM(bowing his head): Of course my lord.

The transmission cuts off, only for the Cyborg to pick up a noise and uses his powers to pinpoint the source and in the blink of an eye, he is holding a Meta-Liberation Front member by the neck.

MLF Member: You.Traitor!

Cyborg SM(burning the person to ash with his heat vision while grinning, an omega symbol visible in his cybernetic eyes): All hail Darkseid.

The End

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You've got a friend

LOOK AT THAT PICTURE. LOOK AT MY COP SHOW THAT COULD HAVE BEEN. LOOK AT IT.

I’m liveblogging The Winchesters as a Supernatural!virgin. Please keep my lack of knowledge in mind if you continue...

In episode thoughts:

I appreciate Carlos and Lata being actual teasing friends, by the way. Also Lata being upset about her paraphernalia being hurt, that’s exactly the sort of nonsense I needed us to start with, thank you.

Oh no everyone, John’s covered in blood. He’s acting traumatised.

…how did he get away? Oh, Mum let him go. Sure. You're justified this time, Millie, but you know you're part of his problem, right?

His eyeshadow’s on point again today.

I mean… I was going to say that’s a good question, Lata, but actually thinking about it, it’s incredibly dumb. You guys are hunting the akrida. You’re the biggest threat to their plan, you’ve been successful in stopping them and proved more effective in direct combat, and John has made this easy. Why WOULDN’T they try to get at him through nefarious underhanded means?

Oh, go to hell, John. If you didn’t want them to help you would have just run. Don’t pull this "I don't want any of you involved". I hate this trope.

…that bracelet is a little useless, actually, but sure. And she didn’t tell you because The Plot Demands.

‘Your past does not define you’ in a spin-off set in the past is… kind of ironic.

Lata. Come on. In fact, both of you, honestly, you’re smarter than this. Please see my above reasoning

I am beginning to suspect Maggie didn’t tell Mary about the bracelet because she had a big secret and didn’t want it used against her.

Hey Betty. Good cop. Please follow through, even though it’s going to get you in trouble.

OH MY GOD he’s actually letting himself get arrested. This is shockingly not dumb. Not smart, of course, but surprisingly not dumb.

What are toastettes? This is going to bother me.

(I came back to this later by the way and... boxed jaffles? That sounds disgusting...)

Oh noooo Lata’s Silent Hill monster is coming for her! Nooooo! Not my strong pacifist baby!

I know I’m always a little more critical of John storylines, but again, they’re implying this relationship between Kyle and Mary was a lot stronger than it was. They hung out like three times at most and she’s acting like they were super close and not just mild acquaintances. This show has a bad habit of speeding through relationships and situations to make them bigger than they deserve.

I think the bugs have spun a very believable story here. John is definitely the jealous type and he’s violent, so I would not be surprised if he beat up a guy for looking at ‘his’ girl. Bugs are smart. But honestly, still not understanding why they give a damn about Dean.

Okay, Lata, this is where you say “hey, yeah, you know how I was super angry and hateful once, I totally killed someone and carry that guilt and yeah, I’m on a path of redemption away from anger and I live with that every day, but I need my friends to help me accept myself and move beyond it, please”.

You're Maggie, I presume?

Oh, please don’t tell me Lata’s secret is that she did something to Maggie

…my cop show would’ve been so good… Betty would be such a great rival character…

Seriously, Lata. Just, you know the way out. I know it’s hard, but come on. Backstory monster demands backstory.

I still love Millie. I think I will always love Millie. But I am much more invested in the backstory story, please, can we go back to that one?

The prison transport will not kill everyone, Akrida. Silent Hill will take it and Betty and it will be an adventure of redemption for both of them.

Yes, thank you, Carlos. Lata, listen to the boy, please. And Carlos, see if she wants a hug so she doesn’t have to look at you when she speaks. She is obviously ashamed, lower the aggressive eye contact.

Oh, honey, she’s not done. Obviously.

BREAD. I love that box for absolutely no reason.

Yeah, Lata, that… that sounds like a lot of families I knew growing up, yeah. And… ah, right. Yeah, okay.

This is… okay, pause, because I have to think about this.

Once again, I like Lata’s story. Simple though it may be, it is absolutely the sort of thing she would carry with her, and strengthens her ability to be a pacifist and not ‘fall’ the way I expect most of these characters to be at constant risk of. And her actor played it very well – I wish we’d been able to see her face more, so we could properly watch her work, but anyway.

But I wish the emotion she’d struggled with in The Room made it through to the real world. I’m not… She was wrecked. That truth wrecked her. She should have been wrecked coming out of that, too. At least let the makeup run a little.

And I don’t mind not giving her time to breathe, because these characters not having time to grieve and breathe and deal with stuff is part of their trauma, but again… can you take five seconds to show their struggles properly please?

Basically, what I’m saying is, SLOW THE HELL DOWN, SHOW.

Anyway, moving on. We apparently need to worry about John again.

Wow, John, that was super smart. Not everyone in that room is a bug, way to make your case.

Come on, Mary. I know John makes you dumb, but there are better ways to distract a person.

Okay, so John’s a fugitive now, that’s fun.

Subtitles, come on… please. You did well for one episode, bring it back.

Betty is such a good character. I want her around more.

Aww, good Lata.

You haven’t been ‘lying for so long’. It’s history, and it matters to you, but it doesn’t matter to the moment, so you weren’t lying. And Carlos is right, it’s your story, and you don’t need to tell anyone you don’t want to, and…

While I would totally not be surprised if Mary and John were low-key jerks about it for a short period of time, so I would’ve preferred “however they feel, I will love you”, but that was still a good talk and I approve overall.

Okay, this one time I will agree that finding Dean is now important.

Seriously. These episodes need to be split in half and bulked out, because Carlos and Lata have stories that I want to explore and linger on and relish and they keep getting crowded out by frikkin John.

This series has such potential. I love these characters, I want to see more of them, I want to struggle with them, I want to know about their lives! But I absolutely, completely, cannot emphasise enough that I do not give the slightest damn about the actual main story.

It’s no slight to the actors. John’s actor is doing a great job with the role he’s in. I just don’t like the character. I don’t like the story, it’s not interesting or important to me.

And I know that’s because this is a spin-off adding to the Supernatural series, where John was a major influence. This is still that story, just adding backstory to characters. So it’s my lack of connection to the main series that makes this a problem. I’m sure fans of the show are like “LeDiz, shut up, this is our show and we don’t care about Lata and Carlos, we want more of the actual main characters” but friends, you are incorrect, because these side characters are better.

On a side note, I have almost completely formed my cop show AU now. It is no longer related to Supermassive Games. Maybe it can be a sister series with the same premise but different themes and location. This is the West Coast version. I don’t know American geography. Anyway. It’s brilliant. I love it. I want Mary and Carlos to lead, Lata to be their quirky support staff, Ada to be their long suffering boss, John to be a recurring character/problem, Betty to be the rival ‘normal’ cop who doesn’t know about the supernatural world, Tony can show up as the medical equivalent to their law nonsense, and overall, that is the show I want to watch, not this one.

But in the meantime, episode twelve (or back to chapter one if you care.)

#the winchesters #please show #SLOW DOWN #there was more silent hill #I approve #I approve of communication #I still love lata #I have moved on from being mad at carlos #I do not care about john #my descent into madness continues

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But First They Must Catch You

A03 Request: More Brian/HABIT

Note: This is sort of a sequel to Get Out While You Can

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Being on the run wasn’t something Brian was a stranger to. First it had been from Alex and the Operator—back when he thought those were the worst of his problems. But he knew better now. Another entity was out there and this time, it was looking specifically for him. At least the faceless being in the suit hadn’t strictly wanted him. HABIT did.

The rain had soaked through his hoodie, another loud rumble reverberated overhead as he splashed along on the side of the road. “It needed washed anyway. I needed a shower too.”

He wished he still had a car. However, he’d ran out of gas money a week before. It was a miracle the tank hadn’t run out sooner… though it would’ve been better if it hadn’t been in the middle of nowhere. The trees on the other side of the road took his thoughts back to Rosswood; though the park itself was states away, he couldn’t help but watch for something unnatural watching within the forest.

Headlights washed over him as a truck turned the corner, water spraying over him as they drove by. Brian paused, grimacing as he watched them drive on without a care in the world. Hugging his arms against his body in an attempt to retain any remaining body heat, he once again continued walking. Eventually he’d have to find a place to rest but even if he found a town he couldn’t afford to rent a hotel. He could steal food, as he’d done so plenty of times when he’d been working under the guise of Hoody. But it looked like he’d be sleeping on the ground without any form of shelter from the weather at this rate.

“Just like old times.” At least back in Rosswood there were plenty of abandoned structures he could use to keep even a shoddy roof over his head.

Another car zoomed by, speeding despite the downpour. At first he didn’t pay it much mind outside the irritation of more water being splashed over him and the buffeting wind threatening to unbalance him. But then he heard tires screech, red brake lights flared to life up ahead. Brian slowed to a halt and watched the vehicle uneasily. Reverse lights came on moments before the car shot back towards him.

Quick on his feet, he got out of the way of the speeding car and moved further into the slippery grass next to the road. He looked at the car again, his stomach lurching as he squinted in disbelief at the driver. Brian hadn’t felt fear like this in a long time. His heart was instantly hammering in his chest as he bolted for the otherside of the road, hoping to lose HABIT within the trees where the car couldn’t follow.

He heard the engine rev and tires skid as HABIT floored the gas. Once more, headlights fell over him… but not from the car HABIT was driving. His head whipped around in time to see a sizable car barreling down on him. Their horn blared in his ears in warning, though he’d never make it out of the way in time. HABIT’s smaller car swerved into their lane, slamming into Brian before taking the other car’s front bumper to the passenger’s side.

His body flew through the air for a moment before landing and tumbling a few feet. The pain was much worse than when he’d fallen from that ledge. Blood bubbled in his throat as he tried to get up. Through unsteady vision he could see HABIT finishing off the other driver with expert precision. The entity stalked closer and closer while Brian struggled to breathe.

Everything felt like it was either screaming in agony or numb. Neither of which meant anything good. All he could do was lie there helplessly as HABIT closed in. “Guess this is it…”

“Were ya goin’ somewhere?” HABIT knelt down, observing the dying man. “Thought we had a good thing going on.”

There was too much blood in his throat for him to do much more than gasp and try in vain to cough it out.

A rough hand grabbed his hair, jerking his head up to look HABIT in the eye. “After all I did for you. I saved your life, kept the Stick-in-the-Mud away, gave you a place to stay while you recovered�� Even helped you settle an old debt against that fellow who left you to die.”

His heart sank. HABIT’s voice sounded disappointed but Brian knew better. The entity wasn’t hurt at all despite trying to guilt him. No, HABIT was pissed. There was a dangerous glint to the vessel’s eye to prove it.

“Rabbits can run all they like but I always catch them.” The facade dropped just as Brian knew it would. His eyes rolled up in his head as HABIT slammed it back against the muddy ground; the double-vision going black before tripling as he tried to stay conscious. “Don’t worry you might not get to experience all the fun Vin did when I caught him, but we’ll get another chance real soon.”

Brian didn’t know what he was talking about. He didn’t know what was really going on at that point anyway. His lungs felt choked and his brain was getting fuzzy. A sharp pain was really the only other thing he registered before everything was gone.

He found himself in the ARK. Brian recognized it. He’d been there before and it was where HABIT first found him. This was different though. Unlike last time where he’d been clinging to life, he was sure he was already dead.

No more chances to escape now.

“I’ll give you a head start.” HABIT’s voice growled out within the dark trees and mist.

Brian spun around in vain searching for the source of the entity’s voice. But whenever he thought he’d caught a glimpse of purple eyes or something more monstrous it was gone.

“Run. If I catch you, I will kill you.”

It was a promise. Not a real ‘if’ but more of a ‘when’. He swallowed heavily. Brian didn’t know if he could feel pain anymore or if he could truly die after being killed already but… he knew it was probable. Somehow. HABIT wouldn’t bother otherwise. He wouldn’t have let him die on the side of the road if he couldn’t do something much worse here.

A rumble rang out through the forest: a low growl of impatience and warning. It was time to go.

Brian bolted. Once again he was trapped playing a game of cat and mouse except he was a rabbit and HABIT a sadistic predator toying with his prey.

#marble hornets #brian thomas #everymanhybrd #habit #emh habit #mh brian #hoody #creepypasta #slenderverse #habit x brian #slenderverse one shot #marble hornets one shot #everymanhybrid one shot #a03 fanfic #one shot #tw: major character death #the ark

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Sonic Frontiers is an errand running power fantasy

*Played in November 2022, Written in December 2022

If you know anything about the development details of Sonic Riders, you know that its prototype was supposed to be more of a Tony Hawk like game instead of a standard racing game. That may be disappointing to hear considering this sounds like a pretty rad idea. Well I have good news. Sonic Frontiers is pretty much a Tony Hawk game. I’ve heard a lot of comparisons to The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and other open world/zone games and while those parallels are somewhat valid, they don't really get to the heart of what this game is. Sonic Frontiers is simply a game where you go around and perform sick tricks to get collectibles, and it's always fun because you just happen to be doing it as Sonic the Hedgehog.

Once you got really good at them, the beauty of the old Tony Hawk Pro Skater games was seeing how many task you could complete in a run. It was usually feasible to get 1 or 2 task out of the way within the 2 minute limit, but when you could knock out half of the objectives, you felt like a well oiled board sliding machine. Sonic Frontiers replicates the soul of this. It doesn't have a time limit, but it does have a ton of task to complete. Task which flow into each other seamlessly within it's giant skate parks masquerading as overworlds. It might seem weird for these environments to have grind rails and ramps plastered over the landscape, but it's only weird if you view this as a real place and not the skate park editor level that it is. I mean that more literally than you might think, as you actively build rails and springs as you progress through the island and these act as a sort of fast travel. It taps into the integral joy of seeing how fast you can get from point A to point B and how cool you can look while doing it.

None of the activities you do in Sonic Frontiers are all that interesting individually. Killing enemies is fun, but it's not the peak of stylish action by any means. Grabbing memory tokens are usually enjoyable obstacles, but they lack meaningful challenge usually. The puzzles are baby tier and don't take much thought. Cyber Space Stages are a good change of pace, but lack personality. None of these are anything special and I do wish there was more variety in each category, but doing so many of them, so fast makes it feel like you are getting a lot of shit done. The game can easily flow from puzzle to token to token to mini boss to stage within a few moments if you know what you're doing. And if you don't, then it takes longer, but it's still pretty quick. Sonic Frontiers is bursting with activities that feel like chores, but gives you the speed and tools to knock out those task in moments. It's what it feels like to truly speed run the mundanity of life. I don't know if I'm making this sound appealing by comparing it to doing chores, but I assure you I enjoyed pretty much the entire game. Even the rough parts.

And there are a lot of rough parts. Rough Parts such as: The animations being bare bones; The cutscene budget likely not existing; The physics not quite making sense; The UI feeling like a place holder that accidentally got fully produced; The Hellish pop-in diminishing the routes you can plan for on the fly; The dearth of new enemies pretty early in the game; The combat not knowing the meaning of the word ‘balanced’; Experience capping mid way through the game; The offensive amount of unskippable prompts and repeating cutscenes; The entire 3rd Island thinking it’s Sonic Colors; The 5th Island pretending it isn’t the other half of the 1st Island; Big the Cat trivializing the entire gameloop; The exiguous amount of Cyber Space level motifs; The final boss being hidden and optional; The resurrection of Pin-ball, the most egregious sin of them all. This game is not finished cooking and makes some pretty weird decisions.

I could probably keep going. But the point is, none of this shit matters too much because I get to be Sonic going fast on a big map. And that's all anyone really wants. Since Sonic Adventure, people have tricked themselves into thinking hub worlds were good because they gave you a little playground to run in. Heck, that's basically why Sonic Jam is still cooler than every other Sonic Game Compilation. Sonic is about freedom, and giving a nonlinear open level is about as free as it gets. Sure, physics are wonky, but they are fun to tame and use to your advantage. Upgrading speed takes forever, upgrading ring capacity is stupid, and collectibles could have more meat to them, but simply having a goal that requires Sonic to use his unique mechanics is enough. Cyber Space levels are soulless and I don't remember any of them. But getting an S rank on a few was exhilarating and they actually allow you to skip sections and platform yourself. Combat lacks depth and challenge. But it's still fun to make quick work out of enemies once you learn their behavior. There are flaws that stunt its potential, but never invalidate its value. Frontiers is fundamentally good. What I got out of playing it is about equal to what I got out of Mario Odyssey, but in a 1/3rd of the time. The game is at worst, fine. But it does plenty to elevate itself above that.

Sure going fast and homing attacking stuff is fun, but there are little flourishes that give it that extra oomfp. They did not need to include the Drop Dash in this game, but they did and I love it. Instead of being a way to maintain momentum, it sort of acts as a Spin Dash replacement. It’s not really much better than the boost overall when on a flat surface, but if you are on a hill you can really rack up speed. Using the Drop Dash in optimal locales feels like you are playing the opening cutscene of Sonic CD at times. And I did not expect the game to achieve this in any capacity. There's also the trick system which acts as sort of a small reward for taking big jumps and using certain springs and ramps. Because it's not something you can do whenever you want, it feels nice to just hit as many tricks as possible while it last and gain as much XP as you can. The game is perfectly fine without it, but the occasional bell and whistle to movement is appreciated and makes every bit of over world exploration more enjoyable.

I want to separate the Cyloop from the other new mechanics because I think it's more than just a bell or whistle. It's surprisingly integral to how this game works. It has its uses in combat as sort of a guard break, launcher, and heal. But its main importance comes in the islands themselves. The Cyloop is an alternate interact button. There are so many boring things you could theoretically do with the actual interact button. Blow out torches? just press X. Activate this switch? Just press X. Reset this puzzle piece? Just press X. Frontiers could have done all of these things, but uses its actual interact button as little as possible. Most miscellaneous actions that aren't talking, are performed by cylooping. And it sounds kinda brain dead, but quickly running in a circle is far more interesting then just pressing a context sensitive button. It creates its own intuitive design dialect that applies to many situations. And while all this dialect amounts to is: ‘If all else fails, Cyloop’, That's a much more interesting action than ‘press X when prompted’. It's a very sonicy way to go about making a generic action. Because you aren't required to stop moving in order to do it. Running around in a circle is simple fun that doesn't really get boring. Nights into Dream knew exactly what was up 25 years ago and I'm glad Sonic Team returned to the concept.

I liked combat far more than I thought I would. Enemies in the beginning could take a bit to defeat and really slowed down the flow of the game. The special attacks make quick work out of some, but those have some pretty lengthy animations. Luckily they provided the one thing flashy, substance light combat needs to be good: Animation cancels. Because you can cancel all but 2 animations, you are: A) not forced to wait at all during combat and not have to deal with ending lag, and B) a walking combo video. Outside of the horrid mini bosses you are forced to deal with or the actually good mini bosses you are forced to deal with, enemies are practically soft combo labs. Whenever you see a standard enemy and have the thought "oh lemme see if I can get 3 hits off, do a saw blade, cancel out and finish with a loop kick" you have full reign to execute on that or just run past them. Like I said, the mini bosses are hit and miss and mostly act as platforming challenges rather than combat exercises. The true test of your combat abilities come in the boss fights. Not that they are harder or anything. They are the same as a regular enemy once you get up close. They are all trivialized by the parry, and specials melt the health bar. But you look and feel cooler than ever before doing what you normally do to basic enemies to these walking angelic nightmares. These fights have all the spectacle and hype you’d expect from a Sonic Final Boss, but it's for every boss. They are the least polarizing thing in the game. Most people love them as far as I can tell and have the least amount of caveats attached to them

These bosses act as the perfect punctuation to the individual stories of each island. The story by the way, is adequate this time around. I say adequate as a positive, as the last decade of Sonic stories have been gutter trash. I don't think Sonic Frontiers has a better story than say Sonic Adventure 2 or Sonic and the Black Knight just due to how passive and routine it ends up being. It also does help that the plot is a reskin of Shadow of the Collossus. So it's still good, but kind of played at this point. What really drives it though, are the character interactions courtesy of the king himself, Ian Flynn.

This is where I have to release my Sonic fan limiters and go off a bit. When I picked up that issue of Archie Sonic in the middle of 3rd Eye Comics when I was 11 years old and saw how fucking rad those stories were, I never would have dreamed that the same guy working on them would be a writer on a Sonic game. Sure, he's only really in charge of dialogue, but this is only the first step. Ian Flynn cannot be stopped and will soon hold all the stones. He has proven himself many times over in the past 16 years and even more so in this game. The characters finally act like themselves. Sonic only cracks jokes when appropriate and they are actually funny when he does. He's cool for the first time in 13 years. A character built to be cool is finally cool. That's so cathartic, and honestly that's the easiest thing this game achieves writing wise. Amy is not annoying and veers into positive female role model territory; Knuckles is not a joke and his life situation is treated with respect; Tails' decade long character assassination is addressed and is rolled back in a fitting way; Eggman is no longer a cartoon, but a true villain with actual depth and is effortlessly humorous. They all have their own character arcs that, and while are bit undercooked due to the game being undercooked, are delivered in a believable way. It makes me excited to see what's in store for them. I'm excited for the future of Sonic stories in general.

I'm used to only getting my fix through the comics, but now I'm pretty certain that Flynn is going to have a bigger role in story structure next time. All the ingredients are here. The comics are canonized in this game pretty much. Comic characters already appear in Sonic Runners. We're so close to having NEW cast members in a Sonic game. I know Sage is a new character, and she's great and all, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about anthropomorphic [insert name here] the [insert animal species here] who is a major facet of the roster and a main stay of the franchise. Ever since Sonic 06, Sonic Team has been scared shit-less of these types of characters. The last one that stuck was Silver. Since then, the total cast has been underrepresented and the returning cast is just in the background while Sonic does all the work. It seems like they aren't confident introducing new characters. That's where the comics come in. We already know people love Tangle; We already know people love Whisper; We already know people love Surge. The data is there and has been since 2018. Testing is complete. They just need to be put in a game. This is such easy money that I don’t even think Sega will mess it up.

I know I have no right having optimism after the past 2 decades of Sonic Team shitting the bed, but fuck it. Keeping your expectations in check is not what this franchise is about. Since Sonic Colors we've been playing it safe. And that was when I truly started getting bored with these games. Now I want them to try new and old things. And I want to be excited about it. So I will be. It really feels like they're going for it this time around. They're putting more trust in the community than critics, making sure they're catering to people who actually like the games rather than trying to win over those who don't. It’s what Sonic Forces felt like it might have done if it wasn't based on surface perceptions of what people want. Frontiers is the genuine article. It's rough, and had more issues than I can list, but I'd be lying if I said it's not basically what I've been asking for.

Also the music is good. Undefeatable is a top 5 Sonic vocal track easily and Vandalize isn’t far behind. The Cyber Space music saves them from vanishing in my mind. Fishing Vibes makes me want to go back and get my masters so I can listen to it while I study. It lies on the side of Sonic soundtracks labeled “Not Sonic Chronicles” so it’s extremely good, go figure. This last paragraph is a formality.

#sonic frontiers

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 8 months

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Master - Chapter 47 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

- Lincoln -

"What do you mean by a contact?" I ask when I finally get my thoughts moving.

"I mean, I've been sending all sorts of messages to them for months and either they finally arrived through the snow or they finally decided to respond," Wenquie says with a shrug as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

"I sent birds, creatures of all kinds including a troll who owed me a very big favour for what I did with his rock parts."

"It finally got through I guess because they replied in this coded letter. They support our goals and know we'll win in the end, so they're sending a liaison to speak to us about terms before their actually Pylen comes to confirm them."

I bristle slightly at that.

"The Pylen should be meeting with us, not a liaison."

"Lincoln, they shouldn't be meeting with us at all," Wenquie shoots back with narrowed eyes.

"Not now anyway, so if you want to be pissing about it, I can talk to them on your behalf or maybe Malcolm can and you can play King."

I hated that he was right.

"You're a dick."

"I'm an honest dick," Wenquie corrects with a smile.

"An honest awesome dick, right?"

I nod for his benefit and Wenquie smirks.

"Without a doubt," Malcolm says outside of his chuckles.

"So when should we expect this liaison?"

"They didn't really say," Wenquie replies with a little frown.

"Within the next week I think. As I said, it's all coded and to be honest, I'm still figuring out the full message."

"Why didn't you do that first?" the piranha asks with a deep frown.

"Because I was so excited," he replies while rolling his eyes.

"But I'm pretty sure they didn't want to give any solid times in case the message was intercepted by Diablos' bitches, so they just sort of insinuated that it would be soon."

I didn't like that vagueness of it all but there was a lot of land between the castle and Antarctica, even with our speed it would be a long journey with infinite chances for an attack if they weren't careful.

"I'll keep an eye out, set up special patrols a bit further out for them," Wenquie continues with a giddy smile.

"And in the meantime, you guys can keep telling me how amazing I am for making this possible."

"You're amazing," Malcolm supplies readily and Wenquie claps his hands together with a massive smile.

"I know," he agrees, his horns and tail coming out from his joy.

"God, how do you all live when you're not me."

"Okay," I say with a raised hand, ready to bring Wenquie back down to earth but Malcolm apparently wasn't done.

"Honestly Wenquie, the fact that you've pulled this off at all is crazy, I don't know where this clan would be without you."

Wenquie beams, his smart smile turning honest as he shifts a little in his spot, his cheeks heating up with unusual bashfulness.

"Malcolm is right," the pillowcase adds with a small smile of his own. "You're truly remarkable and your efforts never go unnoticed Wenquie."

"Stop guys," Wequie groans as he spins a little.

"But don't actually stop, keep going."

As the others laugh and Wenquie looks my way almost hesitantly.

"Lincoln?"

"Their praises aren't enough?" I challenge but of course, he shakes his head.

"Come on, tell me I'm fucking amazing," Wenquie goads.

"You are fucking amazing," I allow and he cheers.

"Now tell me in your own words."

I don't hold back my smile.

"They're right," I tell him with no feigned annoyance, just genuine gratitude.

"I didn't ever consider how monumental your role in this clan would be but I'm truly grateful that you're here with us. We would be miles back without you."

The little pink that was brushing Wenquie's cheek turns into a heavy blush that consumed his face and neck entirely.

For once, Wenquie doesn't say something overly flirtatious or smart, he just stands in his place, rendered completely speechlessly while his tail swishes erratically behind him.

"Thank you," Wenquie squeaks out before he does an awkward bow and runs out of the room.

I watch him go with a chuckle that Malcolm joins in on.

"I forgot how cute he could be when he gets shy," Malcolm coos as he draws his eyes from the door.

"He can't even look people in the eye."

"I prefer that than the demands for praise," I grumble as I stand to my feet.

"I'll tell the others of this news so we can make preparations."

"How about I tell the others and you get some rest?" Malcolm suggests with a hum.

"You haven't rested since we returned from the Lupin conquest."

"I'm fine," I reply too quickly. Malcolm smiles gently at me, his eyes frustratingly kind and knowing.

"The word fine is subjective," the ironing board inputs uselessly.

"But let's say that you're 'fine' by this world's standards, if you keep going this way, it won't be long before you're even more worthless than you already are."

"What Arias means to say," Malcolm says, cutting in before I could reply.

"Is that we all need you to be on your A-game as we get closer to facing Diablos and the bulk of his forces, so why don't you find Kalem and just rest for a bit?"

My objections falter a little at the mention of Kalem, longing didn't even begin to cover what I felt when I thought of spending time with my boy.

But this war would only last longer with the more time I gave Diablos to make a strong counterattack.

We were closing in on him now, I could always rest after.

"I've rested enough to last me three wars," I reply as I stand, taking my place in front of the world map again.

"I'm fine."

The red pins that once littered the map were dwindling now, quickly falling off as we demolished his numbers.

It wouldn't be long now before we removed them all, especially with the Amaris Clan's support if we got it.

Perhaps, I should refocus my attention on the proposal for their liaison for the time being.

"That's true," Malcolm allows as he stands as well, coming over to settle at my side.

"But sometimes, we can all use a bit of quiet nothingness. No plotting or worrying, just the quiet."

"I can't afford such luxuries right now Malcolm," I reply as I circle back to the table in search of my annals.

"I know you've got the best intentions at heart but unless you see an outcome with my downfall."

I glance at him but he only shakes his head.

"Then I only wish to see this all through as quickly as I can." Malcolm quiets, staring at me with worry that I didn't have the time to ease right now.

I glance at the cable line with the aim of getting him to distract Malcolm but instead, I find him staring at me with a serious frown.

"What?" I snap.

"Nothing," he whispers, his eyes trailing over me for one assessing moment before he stands and gestures for Malcolm who goes to him without a second thought.

"While I hardly care about your wellbeing, the last thing anyone needs is you falling on the field, so be wise for once and heed Malcolm's words, hmm?"

"Malcolm's the one who likes orders, not me," I deadpan, my eyes on my notes.

"So why don't you be wise for once and remember that."

"You know, when you finally do end up several feet in the soil one day, I promise I will sing the most beautiful song to keep you there," the cactus promises in a disgusting sweet tone before he turns Malcolm and follows after him.

"I truly can not wait for the glorious day."

"Your love for me knows no bounds, Elf," I call back and Arias snarls with disgust from over his shoulder.

When I'm alone again, I close my eyes and let out a slow steady breath to ease that teeming pressure against my skull.

Malcolm hadn't been wrong, I wasn't daft enough to not recognise how true they were but I wasn't naive enough to think that our upper hand in this war would continue to last for much longer.

Everything might be going to plan but that was exactly why I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

My troubles with controlling enemy vampires had abided but it hadn't eased completely and while our numbers now stretched across the globe, it wasn't our entire species.

There was more, lots more that I knew Diablos controlled and until I held his decapitated head in my hands, I had to prepare for every possible outcome.

By taking on the role of Pylen, I'd agreed to not only be a leader but a protector.

It was a role I'd come to take great pride in and though we hadn't lost many lives, I still remembered each person who fell.

I wasn't keen on losing anymore that could've been saved if I'd planned things better or paid more mind to a certain detail.

If a lonely heart and an aching head was all I had to bear for ensuring lives were saved, then I'd endure it happily.

It would go away when this was all over, when the war was one, the species under my control and Diablos was put to rest, only then would I let myself relax and enjoy the quiet.

I'd make this time apart to Kalem, drown him in enough love to ensure his smile never faded and this troublesome ache would ease.

But for now, I had a job to do.

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July 16, 2023: Playthrough Tracking Early Access (aka HLTB Lite)

For a long, long time you've asked for How Long to Beat data and it's finally coming. I'm excited to release the early access preview for Playthrough Tracking!

This new feature is in beta and is only accessible to patron members. You can now upgrade your membership anytime in your membership portal:

Manage My Membership

Read on to learn more about what to expect.

What's Playthrough Tracking?

First things first: How Long to Beat doesn't expose its data for use by sites like KTOMG. 😥 That means we, the people, have to collect it ourselves.

In order to enable this, you'll now be able to start tracking playthroughs of your games. Select or hover over a game and click "Track progress" to bring up the playthrough editor:

This will let you pick the game mode you're playing through, style of play, difficulty, and platform:

If you've used HLTB before, you'll find a very similar set of play styles and game modes available, with slight variations due to IGDB.

Current game modes:

Single player

Multiplayer (generic)

Multiplayer: Split screen

Multiplayer: Co-operative

Multiplayer: Battle Royale

Multiplayer: MMO

Current play styles:

Main story (fast)

Main story+ (casual)

Completionist

Speedrun

Speedrun is one HLTB doesn't have -- but I thought it might be helpful for anyone who participates in speed-running playthroughs for events like Games Done Quick.

Track your play time

Once you've got a playthrough added, you can start logging time, with support for minutes (if you want):

With vanilla HLTB, you can only submit completion times. With KTOMG, you can still do that for games you've already played but one major difference is that you can also track time spent as you play.

In the background, KTOMG will be tracking your logged time so that it will eventually be able to show you sweet graphs and help you answer questions about your habits (like, "When do I play games the most?").

These graphs aren't available yet but will be by the time playthrough tracking is released to everyone.

Play time is displayed on game cards in the library view too:

Track Completion Progress

In addition to play time, you can track percentage progress for a game (if you want). KTOMG will display a bar in the playthrough editor with the completion progress:

The game card in the library view will also display percentage progress when it's set:

Track Start and Completion Dates

When a playthrough is created, the start date is set for when the game was added to your library but you can easily change it. Once a game is completed, you can also add a completion date.

That's it... for now

Playthrough tracking will be the foundation of all sorts of future features but for now, these are the basics. Just to be clear, playthrough tracking WILL be available to all members of KTOMG once it's released generally -- but patrons will get some extra features yet to be announced 😉.

Over the next weeks, there will be more added to the playthrough tracking beta but I'll also be preparing for the next major update, the Pelagiad Update, which will also feature PSN integration (two P features, yep yep!).

Get Access Today

Playthrough tracking is immediately available to all patrons, just log in and start clicking around your library!

If you are not already a patron, upgrade your membership today to get immediate access to playthrough tracking. One minor feature as part of this update is that you can now upgrade membership anytime, you don't have to wait for the next checkpoint to arrive.

Besides early access to new features, another perk is that you'll get access to some private Discord channels, including my stream-of-consciousness developer commentary. A weekly digest is sent to patrons that gives you a rundown of what I've been up to (and if you don't like it, you can always unsubscribe 😶).

What do you think?

The Discord is a great way to have a say in the future of KTOMG and make it yours. It's open to everyone so be sure to join in, say hi, and tell me what you think!

#news #updates #videogames #gaming

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a-spell-a-rebel-yell · 11 months

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be that as it May

hellooo, friends foes and strangers alike! using this title for a tumblr post for second time running and i'm actually early by one day (it's May 30th, so yep) genuinely proud of myself :) hahahaha

well, this post i think it's gonna be a monthly-journal-and-a-serious-note one... a word vomit guaranteed, so apologies in advance and bear with me. May was yet another rollercoaster but in another context i can't disclose yet (and not sure when i can let the secret out in the open or confirm/deny the rumors lol but for 2nd time: it’s not me getting engaged ok 🤣 i don’t even have anyone in mind) but yeah the highlight: not getting coldplay Jakarta ticket.

i'm so damn livid at so many things like 😭😭😭😭😭 first of all the scalpers deliberately buying the tickets just so they can resell it in exorbitant prices, the FOMO crowd for taking my spot as an actual coldplay fan (though i'm not nearly as mad as i am at the scalpers because well, they just want to see the band that i also happen to love), and the coldplay management team for planning a stupid Asia/Oceania leg tour route that doesn't make sense (who the hell decided to go for only a day at Jakarta then straight to Perth which is miles away and then back to Malaysia?)

anyways i'm counting on people suddenly having other events or important business to attend to so there will be tickets i can buy secondhand. not going to appease scalpers by panic buying i want to see them suffer a huge loss and will be rendered to resort selling it half price on d-day or something. i feel like i deserve the tickets so bad the concert day is literally eleven days before my birthday in November 😭 i know i can make it happen i WILL see my band like i did last time!!! 😤

the remainder of May is just me working on the project, preparing stuffs and literally running all over Jakarta to get things done, me overthinking, nothing new (read: clowning as always) not trying to be cryptic but just like coldplay said in Speed of Sound: "every chance that you get is the chance you seize." wish me luck, pals!

my Brisbane based cousin who's going to get married in August sent us the fabric needed to make the outfit for the special day and i'm getting even more hyped up!!! it's not me who's going to say my vows and tie my life to the other half of my soul but i'm super happy. can't wait for Bandung trip 2.0 yippeee

okay here we're entering the serious note territory... for once, for so long, i'm letting myself to just let go of the words. kinda sure some of you have probably caught on, or thought i'm a daft dimbo for this but yes: it's about him. on May 25th, two years ago i spoke to him for the very last time. full reassurance from my part to say that no, it's not about me not being able to move on or blah blah blah, it's quite the opposite actually.

writing this down, on here, feels like some sort of purge. it's not in a bad way either, i am glad i can finally talk about it openly, with no sense of remorse or regret or hatred or resentment. right now, after two years of as much space and time given to think and process it through, remembering him and the days that build the very core of memories i still keep in my mind feels like rereading my favorite book.

it's like me and him are just some other characters that i cheer and cherish for, i long and support and yearn for, and the story ends with a nice closure chapter. a complete book. to me personally, it's like reading Harry Potter. such a huge part of my life, yet i'm no longer there.

i no longer stutter or taken aback or get the chills whenever something in the present pulls me back into a particular memory of him. i embrace it with open arms and with a smile on my face. i reread my last letter to him and actually edited it (my editor self is just, you know, being an editor) i'm as unabashed and unbothered to open my old chats with him (i kinda cheated oops sorry if you read this lmao i just never feel the need to delete the chats because let's be fr i don't need to reread it, i still can recall what we talked about just from memory. that's me and my insanely biased brain, ha!) and actually laugh and cringe (mostly on my part, because it was so clear i tried to catch his attention by doing literally everything omg i was so embarrasing 🤣😭😂) (also for disclaimer, i never opened our chatrooms, not until this month, so i also kinda kept my part of the agreement) but it's fun nonetheless. nothing that happened between us will ever tarnish or alter the fact that i was genuinely happy and the joy filled memories will always be there.

it's a bit hilarious how my 'strategy' is to avoid him like a plague. left zero gap for any chance to even get a glimpse of him or his life. basically two years of absolutely nothing of him (except for some weird twist like how his mum and my mum are still members of the same whatsapp group, though they don't interact much) in a glance it does seem like i'm trying to run away from reality, but i swear it's just my way of dealing with problem at hand, since i suppose fourteen years worth of feelings can't be extinguished in a lazy attempt with feeble manner. yet that doesn't mean i'm gonna play pretend and fake an amnesia, i still think about him sometimes. i guess it's just part of being human, with weaknesses and all.

you've probably wondered, yes: i still do love him with all my heart. just in a different way, and for sure, from far away. see what i'm talking about? he's just like an endearing fictional character you have grown to love and will always be with you (yes i'm a huge Potterhead lol) it's platonic, sometimes familial love, just constantly running in the background. i always do that to the people i regard highly in my life, so again, nothing new.

i still count him as one of my selected few best friends though imprudent and tactless he can be because he sometimes is also the voice of reason to my farfetched always anxious self (also because he knows too much of my secrets thanks to me being biased and a pathological overshare-r) if God ever made destiny to make another funny turn, i would've liked us to be an actual, functional, supportive friends. long live the friends!

Nietzsche is right about without forgetting it's quite impossible to live at all, but i digress. if you’ve watched Eternal Sunshine of Spotless Mind, you’ll know what i’m talking about; i guess at some point things just don't have any explanation (yet) of why it happens ever so, you just carry on with it. archiving it somewhere in a vault.

so. even though i know he will never read this... hey you, i just want to say i'm so grateful to have you as friend, though things don't always go smoothly. honored to have been graced by your presence in my life, though just for a limited time as it is. i hope you're always happy, healthy, and loved!

phew, i got super emotional. maybe because it's been two years, i can't believe i managed to stand for what is right this long! (and will continue to do so) i am here from all the things i've gone through :) yet another coldplay quote because i just love this band so much, and i think this song is my song. please read the lyrics as you listen to it, best feeling ever.

it's cathartic, a form of healing, alleviating, to put these, all my feelings, out in the open. this is what i live with and it is my life. i'm content with how everything is going and i think it's all settled now, all good. now full throttle focusing on the project, if things go my way, i'll tell you guys all about it on my July post. see you then! 💙

#alhamdulillah #bismillahirrahmanirrahim #good things are coming our way #:)

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