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youarejesting · 3 years

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Sly like a... ? - Part 1

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 1.6k

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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Humans always strived to be better, faster, and stronger. So it was only natural for them to turn to genetic manipulation. Splicing the human DNA with that of animals. Bringing about a new half-human, half-animal race called Hybrids. They were like most things humans deemed different, scary, and an abomination. They were not allowed to be independent in fear of rebellion against the elite pure humans. These Hybrids were soon seen as lesser compared to the pure humans and were quick to be sold as servants to the rich and shady, and pets to the common families. The only problem was when the families no longer wanted their designer pedigree hybrid they were either abandoned, sold, or worse.

Hybrids didn’t have a voice. They were not allowed to live on their own unless they were fully educated with a bachelor’s degree. Due to these standards, many were sent back to the adoption agencies to be rehomed again and again until they reached a certain age. Then they were put down to make room for more returned hybrids.

You were working with the government on a program that could fix the hybrid rehoming issue. Having presented your idea to the board they seemed interested and were willing to grant you a small fund if you could give them the results they needed. They gave you a handful of Hybrids, one being Jimin the poster boy for the government. He was genetically modified to create a male calico with the classic calico print which was only found on females.

They succeeded and though Jimin was a male his features were more on the feminine side making him seem too androgynous but not what the market wanted. He was left to be used as a model on new billboards and television advertisements for government services and legislations regarding Hybrids.

Another participant was your neighbor’s hybrid, Taehyung. He was a golden retriever and was volunteered by his owner, an older gentleman who recently lost his wife. He was worried for the young hybrid that one day when he shall pass he will be alone and scared. You were quick to guarantee him a place in the program to help him become more self-sufficient in case anything should happen.

You were currently packing your things, not that there was much, living in such a tiny apartment. However, you were preparing for a call within the week regarding moving into a larger government-funded home where you could comfortably house the number of new participants of your trial program. The place was fully furnished with everything a large family of hybrids would need, all you had to bring was your clothes. Everything else was paid for to create the perfect environment for the hybrids. Rent, utilities, food, and anything the hybrids needed were all reimbursed by the government.

Since it would be a few days before you would hear anything, you thought it was best to start thinking of activities for the hybrids to get to know one another. Whilst also basking in your last moments of freedom before devoting yourself to the program.

On that note, you had finally finished packing and decided to spend your hybrid-free moments treating yourself to some food. Pulled from your thoughts of a delicious omelet by a loud ping from your jean pocket. A reminder on your phone in bold letters.

H-week!

Today marked the first day of your heat, this explained the nagging twinge in your back you had been ignoring, you thought it was from hunching over to pack. Searching your top draw you saw the empty blister packet of heat suppressants, great another thing to add to your ever-growing to-do list. The pharmacy was a little further than the restaurant you wished to visit but not too far out of the way. So you set off hoping to get back in time before it gets too dark, your eyes did funny things at night.

See you weren’t exactly human yourself, you were an experiment. The world was creating new hybrids and well, you were genetically modified within the same year as Jimin. Supposed to be the new designer breed the ‘Fox-Hybrid’. The problem was it didn’t work, you were born entirely human. Sure you were a bit more agile, and your ability to hear and smell things was better than normal. You were still essentially human.

Once a month since you were thirteen, you would get a strange feeling in your lower abdomen. When you discussed it with the scientists for your check-up, they had explained it was a heat. Whilst foxes usually had a heat once a year lasting three days, yours would happen once a month lasting three days but a lot milder.

Since that day you have taken a low dose heat suppressant to nullify any pheromones. You were grateful because it wasn’t as painful or as long as a human period, but it wasn’t as debilitating or humiliating as a real heat.

You had grown up seeing Jimin on occasion and were familiar with how debilitating hybrid heats and ruts were. Even so, the two of you became friends, both failed attempts at modification.

Though you never understood why they said fox hybrids didn’t exist, you had seen them. Sometimes in grocery stores, restaurants, or nightclubs. They would be there, they would wink at you or wave, give you a smirk with a twitch of their ears or a swish of their tail. Were they mocking you for being a defect?

The only good thing accompanying your long journey was the music humming softly in your headphones. Used to drown out the loud sounds of the city, as your ears were sensitive. It also helped you ignore the side-eyes from Hybrids who would not so subtly sniff the air as you passed.

You caught a flash of orange and looked across the street. A simple fruit shop that had a colorful awning flapping in the gentle breeze.

Moving around the store was a shopkeeper in a green apron, shirt, with his bronze hair sticking out underneath a matching cap. He was putting down a tray of banana’s and as he stood, a pair of ears and a bottle brush-like tail were visible, he turned as if sensing your presence and locked eyes with you, tipping his cap. He dusted his hands on his apron, leaving you shocked. A Fox hybrid in public! No one else seemed amazed or even spared him a glance. How could no one see this?

It was like a scene from a movie, as a truck drove past leaving the man looking completely innocent and human talking to a few ladies. He was quite good-looking and charming, but there was no sign of a tail. The women were quick to fall for him, purchasing an oddly large selection of fruits and vegetables. You turned back to the path ahead of you shaking your head in disbelief, before continuing on your way to the pharmacy.

The pharmacy catered for humans and hybrids alike and was never too busy. Which made it your favorite store to collect your script from, as there was little to no waiting time. Handing over the script, you strolled around the store wondering what you would need for these Hybrids. Toothbrushes? Combs? If they had a lot of body hair would they need the silky coat shampoo formula or the soft fur body wash? Placing the hybrid shampoo and body wash back on the shelf you shook your head honestly this was overwhelming.

Rubbing your aching stomach, you were too uncomfortable to really get into hybrid care right now. You wouldn’t have to worry about any other heats apart from your own as it was decided with the board they would all be male hybrid participants. This stemmed from Taehyung being already a willing participant from the start, they thought it best not to mix male and female hybrids.

You would however have to deal with their ruts, albeit once or twice a year. You chewed your lip in thought pausing in the makeup section of the store. You caught your reflection in the small mirror and preened thoughtfully, your eyes were expressive and angular, your hair due to the modification was a brilliant copper.

You were quite beautiful, eerily so, like the man at the fruit shop. Your features were so similar. Even though you were a defect and he was the real deal. “Ma’am your order is ready.”

Turning surprised you grew hot in embarrassment, stammering to make an excuse, “Sorry, I was just thinking about a really strange fox hybrid at the fruit shop.”

Many occupants in the store turned confused and you heard an old man say, “Fox hybrids don’t exist, they are sinister creatures and not to be meddled with”

“She must be a conspiracy theorist,” one woman whispered to her hybrid snake who was donating venom for anti-venom.

Paying for the medication you left quickly and took one of the small pills as you stepped out of the store. Why didn’t anyone else see them?

You headed back towards your home, not forgetting the reason for your trip. You were excited about an omelet at your favorite restaurant when two apples came rolling across the pavement.

They rolled towards you, quickly picking them up you carried them inside the store, “excuse me, sir you dropped some of your apples,” You saw his shadow in the darkened store, two pointed ears, and the flick of a tail.

“Are you a fox hybrid?” You asked curiously and he laughed. It was strange like snickering but at a pitch that was not fit for a grown man, like a child’s giggle sharper with a few squeals, or like a bird chittering. You know the sound. He was Gekkering like a fox.

“Thank you,” he took the apples gesturing you over to the side, “let me get you some blueberries, they are my favorite.”

“Oh thank you, sir, how much do I owe you?”

He shook his head, thrusting a black plastic bag into your hands, “It’s okay, we have to look out for one another.”

What a strange man…

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asgardlover75 · 4 years

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Wonderwall

So this is one of my favorite songs of all time. I love the simplicity of it and the fact that everyone loves to sing it, regardless of their taste in music. I’ve been thinking long and hard about how to write this one and had some ideas. One day last week I just sat down and wrote. Kinda nice when things flow like that. I’ve decided to go ahead and post it because if I keep messing with it I’m gonna go crazy. Lol

Thank you @buckysforeverprincess for hosting this and congrats on the milestone!

Enjoy!

Character Pairing – Steve x OFC

Triggers – some talk of foster care and neglect but nothing too crazy.

Song – Wonderwall by Oasis

Since Shield had been rebuilt, much to Steve’s disappointment, the Avengers had created a program that allowed some sharing of resources with other agencies. Those agencies were the federal and world wide governments and SHIELD of course. Sharon Carter had become director of SHIELD for its reincarnation and she had been doing a bang up job so far. Agents that Director Carter and a small group of trusted advisors thought were reliable and trustworthy could have a chance to work closely with the Avengers. That could entail going on missions across the world or helping out at the compound or Avengers Tower. In the last two years there had only been a handful of agents picked for this highly prized internship but Steve had to say he definitely had his favorites.

Aribella Stone was one of those favorites.

“Uh, forgive me Director but these stats are not as…they kinda suck compared to what you’ve compiled for us before.”

Steve sat next to Tony, rolling his eyes as he blew out a frustrated breath. Chastising the billionaire quietly, the captain gave his friend the stink eye and turned back to Sharon. The director looked unaffected by Tony’s outburst and even had a trace of smugness in her smile.

“No, the stats aren’t as high as what we normally select but this one is special. I think she will fit in nicely with your bunch.”

Tony froze, looking up at the woman across from him, puzzled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means she’s good at her job and can hold her own with you assholes.”

Nine months later and the team joked about keeping her permanently because Sharon was correct. Aribella fit in so well with their group that it felt like she’d always been there. No, she wasn’t the fastest agent they’d worked with. Aribella couldn’t break down a weapon in record time or take down someone twice her size, but she was dependable and smart as hell. She also rivaled Stark in the snark department.

Sam and Bucky enjoyed her ability to word vomit her thoughts. She had no filter at all but no one complained because her insight was almost always valuable and her humor was on par with theirs. Tony and Bruce would often drag her into the lab to pick her analytical brain and outside the box thinking. Wanda and Nat just liked having another girl that they could just be themselves around.

She wasn’t the only agent working with them at the moment, but there was more of a camaraderie with Aribella than the other agents. Steve and Tony didn’t play favorites, each agent had their own strengths and helped contribute. Aribella’s were just more well-rounded than some of the others. The petite, 28 year old blonde had become an invaluable member of their team and none of them wanted her to leave, but her time was up and it was soon becoming someone else’s turn to learn from Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Then, the illness hit. All around the world people were becoming sick and dying and there was a race to stop the mysterious illness. Quarantines were instituted all over, especially in the bigger cities. New York was no exception. Considering around 8 million people lived there the team made the decision to move back into the tower, hopefully temporarily. Bruce and Tony would be working with scientists around the world to figure out the virus and try to make a vaccine. The rest would be ready to help out wherever needed and they needed to be in the thick of it.

Pepper was working on making sure all non-essential personnel made it home to their families safely and that they had what they needed during lockdown. Aribella and Nat had worked alongside her to prepare as well as they could for not only their employees, but anything the team might need as well. Tony and Steve had come to Pepper’s office to check on how things were going and share information. Aribella and Nat were gone when they arrived, which was probably a good thing. They needed to get working as soon as possible.

“We’ll need to keep a skeleton crew at the compound just in case. Sam has a list of those that are volunteering to stay, a couple would like their families to stay with them as well.” Pepper’s voice had a tinge of exhaustion in it as she shared where they were with Tony and Steve.

“Shouldn’t be a problem. The automated systems are enough to keep everyone safe. We can always run over and check on them if need be.” Tony responded, a bit distracted by the news on the screen in front of him.

Steve was sitting on the couch, studying his Stark tablet when he heard the worry in Tony’s voice and looked up. The banner at the bottom of the screen scrolled across with the numbers of those sick and infected and they seemed to climb every day. He knew that Tony was using every resource at his disposal to try and help the World Health Organization and the CDC get ahold on this thing. Sharing a quick glance with Pepper, Steve cleared his throat and tried to refocus his friend.

“Looks like all the agents on loan have been released to go back home. Three of them have volunteered for anything we might need and are willing to come back should something happen that we need some help with.”

“Does that include your girl too?”

Steve felt his face heat up at Tony’s playful tone but kept his eyes on the tablet. It irked him being so transparent that his friends had picked up on his interest in Aribella. Though their ribbing had been relatively gentle, Tony took every opportunity to goad him, especially when the lady in question wasn’t around.

“Oh, she’s staying.”

One dark and one light haired head whipped around to stare at Pepper. Tony’s Cheshire grin seemed to engulf his face it was so wide and Steve…if Bucky were there he would remind his friend to close his mouth before he caught some flies in it. The redhead’s face softened and she stood from her desk chair and walked over to her husband. Learning into his side, she slid her hand over his chest and smiled sadly at them both.

“She offered to stay so some of the security guards could go home and be with their families.”

Brow crinkling, Steve rubbed his chest over his heart trying to soothe the ache there. He knew why she had volunteered because he had stepped quite heavily into that minefield about one month after Ari had joined them.

“So tell us about your family Aribella.” Steve’s words had been intended to continue the warm atmosphere of the night but seemed to have the opposite effect as he watched her face change. A small, sad smile formed on her lips and she took a drink of the beer before speaking.

“Um, there’s not much to tell. I actually grew up in the foster system.” Her head came up to meet Steve’s gaze and saw the look of apology there as he opened his mouth to speak. “It’s ok.” The hand not holding her drink was stretched in his direction, palm towards him as if to stop what she knew came next. She continued, her voice taking on a softer tone. “It’s not like I go around introducing myself as an orphan. Please don’t feel bad about it.”

Sitting next to her on the couch, Sam reached over and laid his hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“You don’t have to offer anything you don’t want to.” His quiet, soothing tone bringing a smile to her face.

“I don’t mind talking about it. Just seems to bring the mood down when I do so I don’t tend to volunteer information unless it comes up.”

For the next hour or so the team had asked questions and Aribella answered them honestly, her instinct telling her that the information wouldn’t leave this group and that there would be no judgement of her upbringing. While she was open, she left many details to herself that night. Steve however, knew a bit more than his friends due to the late nights he and Aribella seemed to find themselves having.

Being a super soldier Steve didn’t need a lot of sleep and often found himself restless in the early morning hours. About a week after Ari’s revelation he found her on the balcony outside the kitchen, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a warm cup of tea held in her hands. She was staring blankly out onto the city and before he could consciously make the decision his feet carried him outside.

Despite obviously being tired, Ari greeted him with a warm smile and a raspy greeting. That was the first of many talks they had shared with one another and over the next few months she opened up to Steve about her childhood. It wasn’t always pleasant. Six different foster families before she finally graduated high school and the last one’s…well they weren’t unhappy to see her go. Just the money.

Steve thanked whatever deity existed that she never suffered any abuse in her homes but his heart ached at the neglect she found. Her first family was the most caring and the one she had for the longest. They had desperately been trying for a child and decided to foster in the meantime. Ari was just seven years old when she arrived at their house but it was filled with love and warmth.

A couple of years after her arrival the wife finally became pregnant and Ari feared she would have to leave. The couple reassured her they wanted her to stay but when the baby was born things changed. He was so sick and had so many issues they couldn’t manage both children. To this day she remembered how heartbroken they were to have to send her back.

“Melinda was nearly inconsolable in her grief. I remember, despite all the strain she was under, she was still so patient and kind to me. It was just too much for them. I don’t blame them at all. In fact, I still keep in contact with them.”

Steve turned his head to study Ari’s face. Anyone could hear the warmth and love in her voice for her first foster parents. He also saw the glassiness of her eyes and the way her shoulders pulled in as if to protect herself.

“How did their son fare, after you left?” His quiet inquiry brought a genuine smile to her face, despite the tear that fell down her cheek.

“Pretty healthy considering all the heart surgeries he’s had. Nathan is getting ready to graduate high school this year.”

The other families though…Steve had to remind himself that he could not go and visit them to give them a piece of his mind. He was better than that, despite every bone in his body itching to do so. Ari’s stories ranged from having to fix one of her foster family’s dinner every night, before she could do her homework or eat herself, to having to lock her door because she never knew if someone would try and take out their anger on her in their inebriated state. She definitely considered herself lucky to have made it to 28 years and still be a relatively sane and mentally balanced individual.

If anything the stories had only endeared her to Steve even more. He saw a young girl, alone with not much support, tough it out and make the best of her situation. It wasn’t easy but he felt a sense of pride to hear how she had taken care of herself after graduating high school. Signing up for SHIELD, finding a roommate and a place to live and working a part time job on the side. On the few missions she had been on, most locally, he witnessed her kind and compassionate nature along with her ability to protect those around her. Hell, he didn’t know anyone who didn’t like Ari.

While she wasn’t as lithe and skilled as Natasha, she definitely knew how to defend herself and work with a team. She had earned the respect of the Avengers for her brains and kindness along with her strong belief in hard work. Steve wasn’t sure when his feelings for her had started to change but it had gotten to the point of distraction lately. Possibly because they were all locked in together.

Her curves definitely did something for Steve as well, who had been caught by Bucky or Sam multiple times staring at their charge. Sam would just smile that canary eating grin but Bucky would give him crap when they were alone.

“Why the hell don’t you just ask her out, Punk. For a coffee or something. You know how much she likes her coffee.”

“She’s our teammate Buck. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.”

Bucky snorted and pushed Steve into the wall as they walked to the elevator.

“I’m relatively sure she wouldn’t complain ya big idiot. She’s almost as bad as you are with the puppy dog eyes.”

Those words had caused Steve to stop in the middle of the hall as he stared after the super soldier in disbelief. The shit eating grin covering Bucky’s face barely registered as he waved his metal fingers in a good bye gesture, the elevator doors closing and leaving Steve bewildered.

Present Day

Rubbing his face roughly, Steve felt the stubble starting to grow and wondered how the hell he hadn’t realized he needed to shave in the last few days. They’d been so busy working their asses off that basic hygiene seemed to suffer for everyone, not just himself. Setting the tablet down he sat back in his chair and spun around to look out over the city. It looked strange, even to someone who had viewed it before all the technology and millions of people came along.

Streets were barren of cars and people, an odd one of both things here and there. Many lights that were normally blindingly bright were dimmed or off completely giving the city a bit of an eerie feel. He definitely didn’t like it but it meant that people were doing what they should me. Staying home and staying safe.

It was past dinner when Steve finally made his way towards the common room. He had been so involved in the current information collected that he had lost track of time once again. Meaning dinner was over and everyone was probably back in their rooms already. Frowning, he clicked the tablet in his hands off and thought about what he needed to accomplish tonight.

As he neared his destination a soothing guitar sound filled his ears and he lost all concentration when he rounded the corner. Sitting on the ottoman was Ari. Her acoustic guitar was perched on her left thigh, eyes closed and he could hear her humming quietly along with the tune she played. It wouldn’t be the first time he had found her practicing in the big room, though usually Clint was here coaching her or singing while she played.

He grinned as he leaned against the wall and tried to quietly watch her. She had her hair pulled back into a bun tonight, one of his favorites only because she couldn’t hide her face behind her hair. Feet were bare, as usual, one leg tucked under the other as she sat up straight to play. The tune was repetitive but the notes soothing with a mood he couldn’t quite put a finger on. She made a few mistakes but plodded on and he watched as a proud tilt came to her lips.

“You’re getting better at that.” He offered quietly, watching as she turned her head to gift him with a smile but continued playing. A slight blush rose to her cheeks and he felt an ache in his chest at the sight. Man, he had it bad.

“Thanks. Though this is a pretty simple melody so I should be able to get it with as much as I’ve practiced.” Her statement didn’t hold any negative feelings about her ability to play. She had worked really hard on this song because it was one of her favorites and seemed to speak to her more than usual.

Smiling, he waited a few bars before he pushed off the wall and made his way to the chair a couple feet in front of her and to her right. He sat down heavily, leaning back into the cushion as he watched her fingers pluck out the notes gracefully. Her eyes slid closed, her right foot tapping out a quiet pattern to the notes she played.

“What’s it called?”

“Wonderwall. It’s by an English band called Oasis. It’s one of those songs that everybody knows and is usually sung by a lot of people. Sometimes drunk.”

Steve laughed at her words and leaned forward resting his elbows on his thighs. Their gazes locked for a moment before Ari looked down to hide what she was sure were her feelings written all over her face.

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what’s a Wonderwall?” There was a brief silence before Friday’s voice made them both jump, though his eyes didn’t leave Ari’s form while the AI answered his question.

“According to Urban Dictionary, a Wonderwall is somebody you find yourself thinking about constantly, and you are completely infatuated with. Writer of the song, Noel Gallagher told BBC Radio 2 in 2002 “ It’s a song about an imaginary friend who’s gonna come and save you from yourself.”

Quietly, he thanked the AI and processed the information. It was just a song. It didn’t mean anything, right? She said it was popular and it sounded relatively simple to play. However, Ari still hadn’t looked up and his stomach did a funny turn. She obviously picked it because it meant something to her. Ari didn’t do things just because. There was always meaning or a reason for something. Steeling himself for what could possibly be a mistake, he took a deep breath and gathered his courage.

“Will you sing it for me?” Steve’s soft request caused her head to shoot up and the air to catch in her throat. Soft blue eyes met hers and she saw the compassion and genuine interest in them along with something else she couldn’t quite place. Swallowing heavily, she nodded and cleared her throat willing her nerves to go away. Fingers strummed nervously over the strings before she took a deep breath and started to play.

Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do, about you now

Backbeat, the word was on the street That the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I Would like to say to you but I don't know how

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me And after all, you're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day But they'll never throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you're not to do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do, about you now

And all the roads that lead you there are winding And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I Would like to say to you but I don't know how

I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me And after all, you're my wonderwall

I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me you're gonna be the one that saves me you're gonna be the one that saves me

It was comfortably silent in the room as she strummed the last few notes and Steve could see her fingers shaking against the strings. Slowly, he reached over and wrapped his fingers around the neck of the guitar and pulled it gently away from her. Ari’s eyes shot open and met his, a gentle smile coming to his lips at the vulnerability he saw. Steve didn’t break eye contact as he set the instrument down to his left and slid to the floor on his knees. His hands rested on the padded surface beside her thighs, not touching but ready to move in an instant if he felt any sort of alarm or resistance from the beautiful woman in front of him.

He brought his hands up to cup her face, resting them gently on either side as if he held the most precious thing in the world. Her pulse raced under his hands and he smiled, his thumbs feathering back and forth over her cheeks.

“Breathe sweetheart. I’m not sure I can handle it if you pass out on me.” Ari gave a wavering laugh at his levity and took a deep breath, her eyes closing as he held her. She felt his breath wash across her lips before he lightly skimmed his mouth across hers.

First kisses were always special, at least hers had been. This one though, was soft, sweet and short circuited her brain. Every pass of his soft lips on hers, he increased the pressure slightly, sending her heart flying. Her hands came up to rest on his forearms earning a hum from the sweet man who was kneeling in front of her.

Ari’s lips parted and Steve wasted no time deepening the kiss. He was still gentle, but his tongue slid across her lips then dipped inside to find hers. One of his hands left her face to wrap around her hip as he pulled his body into hers, chest to chest, and tilted his head to gain better access.

Neither knew how long they became lost in one another but finally the urge to breathe won out and Steve pulled back. Resting his forehead against hers they both fought to catch some air, hearts racing in their chests. Both remained silent, Steve’s eyes sliding open as he pulled back from her. When she finally met his gaze he smiled, his thumb rubbing over her cheek softly.

“Since you haven’t decked me yet I’m assuming that was ok.”

Throwing her head back, Ari let out a belly laugh at his words. Steve’s grin deepened as the sound of her happiness made the pace of his heart pick up again. Her hazel eyes met his as they crinkled with her humor and she leaned forward to place a kiss to his lips.

“It was more than ok. It was wonderful.”

“It’s about damn time.” The baritone voice from the hallway surprised them, causing Ari to yelp and move quickly towards Steve. Unprepared for both their audience and Ari’s reaction, Steve lost his balance and wrapped his arms around her waist as he tumbled backwards with an oomph.

Neither one of them heard footsteps but suddenly Bucky’s dark head was over them, hands on his thighs as he grinned in their direction.

“How long have you been there?” Steve asked confused, still trying to wrap his brain around what just happened.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t spying on you two. I came to get a drink and well, you didn’t notice because you were slobbering all over each other.”

“Buck!” Steve admonished his friend while Ari hid her face in his chest and laughed.

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it. I’m glad you two finally figured it the fuck out. It was exhausting and frankly nauseating watching you two make eyes at each other.” Bucky’s words might have been harsh but the smile on his face spoke volumes. He was genuinely happy for his friends and glad he was the one that caught them, not Tony or one of the others. “Imma go get my drink and leave you kids alone.” With a salacious wiggle of his brows, Bucky turned to go into the kitchen while Ari and Steve stayed right where they were.

Steve felt contentment wash over him, as Ari’s palm rested on his chest and her head settled on his shoulder. He reached up to wrap her hand in his and felt sure that the smile on his face was going to be permanent. The smile was gone with Bucky’s next words.

“You two might want to skedaddle in case one of the others come in here. They won’t be quite so nice about finding you two in a compromising position as I am.” As he was leaving the room he heard Steve’s snort and Ari’s giggle and found himself smiling almost as big as Steve had been just moments before. It was good to see his friends happy, now he had to go and find Sam to tell him the good news.

Thanks for reading!

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prince-toffee · 4 years

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So you know the way the attack on the Salineas is a big deal... except that it’s not.

So, let’s talk about the character progression of Mermista, or lack there of.

So, lesbian cat and transgender bat destroy your city, and commit mass murder and seemingly annihilate half of your population. And so Mermista is sad. And the way grief is handled is strange, because if you watched those clips that showed Mermista depressed without context, you’d think she lost a puppy, not a kingdom. And so this is clearly the writers saying:

Alright, this show isn’t all about Catradora. There are other characters we can explore. They chose Mermista and the damage is done. Now, we need to see how she deals with those emotions. And it’s funny because we deal with such harrowing and terrible actions and results in a *sigh* musical episode...

Her boyfriend sings for a bit and Mermista gains the strength of will and at the end of the episode she is no longer sad, she’s fine now. She strikes a heroic pose and declares she’ll fight to avenge her kingdom, which, honestly, is great and heart warming and enjoyable. And so Mermista is fine now, she was sad, but now she’s good.

Until Entrapta joins the team. Because then she’s angry and sad again, because Entrapta made weapons for the Horde, and the Horde were the ones that murdered a bunch of her people. But then Entrapta does a thing that helps them progress, and so Mermista is fine again, and not angry, and even wraps her arm around Entrapta, (you know the same way you hold and are about to give a noogie to a younger sibling, even tho Entrapta is older than her, in her thirties, why is she treated and interacted with like this? shut up, that’s why) and Entrapta cries for no reason because there is no history or chemistry between these characters and it literally makes no sense. I guess Entrapta gets over emotional for no reason randomly. I don’t know. It’s probably just allergies.

And so they go on their merry way. But the weird thing is when, later in the season, Catra and Hordak join the disney princess discord group.... nothing. Catra gets punched for comedic relief and then five seconds later all is good. The whole view of they killed my people is thrown out the window and substituted with, you guessed it folks - a fucking joke.

Mermista pointed with a thumb behind her “aRe WE okay wITh tHiS?” And then a laugh track plays in the background and everybody hugs and laughs. End scene.

So. Ladies, gentlemen and others present, of the jury, I ask you:

What. The Fuck. Was The Point. Of All Of That.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE POINT!!!!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!

Why WASTE an entire episode pestering, demeaning and obnoxiously annoying Entrapta, making it a ‘big deal’ ‘serious business’ if you were going to TURN IT INTO A FUCKING JOKE!!!!!

You have selective memory or something?

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Also side bitching rant. I cannot believe how black and white that criticising Entrapta scene is. You know, considering that Entrapta is supposedly amoral grey morality mad-scientist there is not even a sliver of grey morality present at all.

Like, I get the fact that Mermista and the Princesses are unhinged because Salineas was destroyed and whatever. And they say she betrayed them. But like... they don’t know each other. So what the fuck is the betrayal part about? And I HATE the fact that Entrapta doesn’t defend herself. She’s spoken to like a child, unaware of a bad thing they did. It’s awful. Entrapta’s age and wisdom doesn’t shine through, she doesn’t school them. She just does nothing. Like she doesn’t go like:

“Oh and do you think that my weapons would rain hugs and kisses if I had made them for you?”

I bet that if Entrapta had joined the Alliance earlier in the series the show would’ve ended with Entrapta’s army of bots just annihilating the FrightZone, everything’s exploding, the bots are mowing and cutting people in half - good ol Billy who joined the Horde to fight against the undemocratically elected rich supernatural powered superhuman teenagers with hormonal aggression which have no idea how to rule there kingdoms because they’re kids with messiah complexes, is now bleeding with a huge laser hole in his chest his last thoughts are of his husband and kid who he promised he’d go bowling with tomorrow to compensate for his late night shift, and he passes away in flame and rubble...

And then in the distance the Princesses are high-fiving and hugging and Entrapta (being the naïve stupid baby that she is according to season five) is none the wiser. She was no idea she did anything wrong. She did the right thing, because the fish princess said so.

#salted toffee

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lost-cheshire-cat · 4 years

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Hello! I want to edit my OCs (Eldarya) with a "futuristic" style (like high-technology). Do you have suggestions/advices which piece of outfits from the game (shop, events, ...) I could use?

Hi anon !

Sorry for the late reply !!

What a great idea, I love sci-fi/futuristic universe. I’ll try to help you as much as I can! I selected a lot of different items but feel free to try a lot of things. 90% of my edits are improvised so if I have any advice it’d be : take some items and have fun with it it’s good to not know what you’re doing sometimes :)

I don't know what kind of character you want to create, so I propose to you very different items, for different styles. Also try to look at these items likes pieces of fabric, that’s what I do. I look at every details of an outfit and try to imagine how I can use it differently. A part of a pant can helps you to create a top, everything is possible ! Most of the time only some parts of an outfit will be useful.

Outfits :

Retro Adventurer : jacket, pant, shoes, glove

Lady Steampunk : the glove .You can delete some part of the gloves, so we can imagine that the character have cybernetic prosthesis

Little Alchemist : jacket, gloves, shoes

Black Widow : the dress

Wolf Druid : the belt

Valkyrie Spirit : The armor, shoes

Queen Spider : You can used the spider legs if you want to create a creepy cyborg ^^

Blood-Cloaked soldier : the top and body can be used if you want to create a fancy character :)

Stealth Crow : the mask, pant, top

Hunter Instinct : The long transparent top (not the one with sleeves)

Egg artist : the tights

Maestro outfit : the short

Diva outfit : the top, shoes

Starry witch : the top

Mad Scientist : everything

Frozen soldier : everything except the shoes

Maulix : the body, pant

Beriflore : gloves

Shooting star : tights, tattoos

Twisted Harpy : top, pant

Stained-Glass Widow : top, gloves

Nightmare Chivalry : top, pant

Holy Knight : mask, belt, necklace, gloves, jumpsuit

Marigold Girl : top, gloves

Disco Ice Skater : jacket

Egg’s keeper : jacket, pant

Music paper : body

Fight on friday : everything

It’s just some examples like I said try to look at these, like pieces of fabric and try a lot things :). Hope it helps a bit, once again sorry for the late reply and have fun 😉

#ask #edit #eldarya

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iblue-kitzune · 5 years

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Of Rising Calamities Beyond the Cosmos: Chapter 6

“Okay Kid, can you run that by me again? I don’t think I heard you over the music.”

“Jane and your daughter went out on an errand three days ago and we haven’t heard anything from them since,” Nero said. “I tried calling Jane on her phone two days ago, but she didn’t answer me,” he continued with a frown on lips. “Did the same thing with Kagome...and I, unfortunately, ended up with the same results.”

Tony looked up and paused the song that was playing on his phone. Then he slowly took his earbuds out, sat both it and the device down on the table in front of him, and massaged the side of his temples with a sigh.

‘Wonderful...just wonderful...’

There was a small headache he could feel forming now, right along the bridge of his nose and near his brows, and not all of it had to do with him forgetting to eat breakfast this morning. Hopefully Pepper doesn’t decide to kill him once she and Morgan come back from the store. “Yeah, I thought I misheard you there for a second but apparently I didn’t. Ugh!, Shame on me for wanting to be wrong just this once,” the short brown haired man said that last sentence to himself with a wince. “Did you look everywhere for them?” he reclined back in his chair, laced his fingers together, and sat them on top of his lap, looking intently at each and every one of his seven guests sitting on the couch, covered in cuts and bruises.

“We did. We searched through every island in the surrounding area,” Lady spoke up from her spot on Nero’s right tiredly. “Then we retraced our steps back to Snow Lunar Island yesterday morning to see if they made it back to the suite yet, and they didn’t.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure? Did you check every island thoroughly?”

“What do you mean by “Did you check every island, thoroughly”? Of course we did! We’ve spent two days combing through all six in that area and we found nothing!” a seed of irritation slipped through Alvin’s voice as he said this. “Unless you’re trying to tell us that there’s another island out there hidden somewhere?” he folded his arms.

A smile appeared on Tony’s lips as he unlaced his hands and sat up. “Actually...” he got up and walked out of the living room, much to their confusion. “There is one. There's another island that’s a bit farther away from the other six, and it’s considered to be the biggest one of them all,” he came back into the room a minute later with a red and black laptop in his hands and sat it down on the table in front of the group, already turned on with a few windows displayed on the screen.

“The biggest one?” a young woman with long blond hair in two pigtails and pale green eyes repeated, clutching onto a small purple and pink plush toy with horns and green eyes in her hands.

“A seventh island huh? That’s...interesting,” a young man with long spiky black hair and amber eyes said in slight awe.

Tony clicked on a few keys, that lit up blue, and brought up a small map hologram. “Yep! The biggest one!” he flipped through the islands, “Let’s see...Snow Lunar Island, Sun-fort Blaze Island, Deepwood Crystal Island, High Gold-rails Island, Night Maze Island, Glimmer Shardz Island...” and listed each of their names off. “Ah! Here it is!” the short brown haired man grinned in triumph as he found the seventh one, located over on the other side of the ocean near one of the mainland, and clicked on it.

Within mere seconds, a wall of text filled with information about the island showed up next.

Lady squinted her eyes and zeroed in on the name of the island that was highlighted in bold orange. “New Stargate Island...? That’s a pretty normal-looking name for an island...well, compared to the other six at least,” she said with a raised brow. Then she looked down and continued reading. “Huh? It says here that the island was made through the combined efforts of the Stark Enterprise and their CEO, the M.A.N.O.P.I. and their CEO, the King of New Asgard along with her Gatekeeper, the King of Rieze Maxia along with his Prime Minister, the Talim Medical School, and Laforte Research Center, Dr. Selvig and his team of scientists, and the Five Great Spirits of Earth...” Lady trailed off in shock. "Two years ago!?"

“That’s a buttload of people to come together for one project. But then again, it was an island they were building after all. It must’ve taken a lot of time, money, and resources for them to come up with something like this,” Darcy remarked, finally speaking up for once. “And they finished it within two years too? Damn...that is actually pretty freaking impressive I’m not gonna lie.”

“It went in development at the beginning of 5016 actually,” Tony corrected her.

"And it's 5024 now..." Lady stated matter-of-factually and folded her arms. "But since the island was completed two years ago, which was in 5022, I'd still say that's impressive. It took them six years to create and build a whole artificial island," she finished with a smirk.

“Gaius, Rowen, and almost of all Fennmont were involved in this too?” the black spiky haired man mumbled with a blink. “They never mentioned anything to me about this in the past,” he turned to Alvin, the light blond haired woman in pigtails, and the plush toy. “What about you Alvin? And you Elize? Teepo?”

Elize and Teepo looked at their friend and shook their heads. “No, they never told us anything either, Jude.”

“Same here I’m afraid,” Alvin unfolded his arms and gave the younger spiky dark haired man a small shrug.

“That’s because Pepper and the others kept the whole thing under wraps after it was shortly "announced" back in 5015 on November 1st, and only then, they entrusted a few select sum to keep quiet on it,” the group snapped their attention back on Tony. “Sure the Stark Enterprise may have said that they had a new project in mind and that it was going to be a collaborative one, but they were pretty vague on what it was going to be about, who they were going to collaborate with, and other things.”

“So it was intentional then?"

"And I suppose you were chosen to be a part of that select sum, right?”

“Y...yes...” Tony looked slightly hesitant as he answered Lady and Jude's questions.

"And the public, which includes us as well, is not supposed to know about this being finished just yet..." Alvin asked, looking at Tony. “Am I right?” when the man said nothing in response, the ex-mercenary continued. "Which means you pretty much failed on your part."

Tony closed his eyes in defeat and sweat-dropped. "Guess I did huh?"

"Hey don't worry Mr. Iron Man, we won't tell anyone!" Teepo leaned forward with a grin on his face, which caused the short brown haired man to open his eyes and do a double take. "Especially Mrs. Stark! We’ll keep it a secret! Our little secret!" he declared with an enthusiastic voice, making Tony sweat drop again.

"That sounds so reassuring coming from a weirdly odd talking magic doll like you but sure, whatever,” he laughed once he got over his surprise. “Go ahead and knock yourself out...Teepo."

Teepo let out a small “whoop!” as he freed himself from Elize’s arms and flew around the room, as well as everyone else’s heads, in a circle.

Nero narrowed his eyes and gave him a serious look.

"Alright, in that case, you might as well just tell us what the island is for then. What's its purpose?"

Tony sat back down in his chair, closed his eyes, and scratched the side of his beard in thought.

“Well...it was created to be a sanctuary for some of the more powerful and rarest of spirits, monsters, and animals that previously had a hard time living amongst us folks on the mainland because of the few...special abilities they’ve possessed. And some of their special abilities can, unfortunately, leave a negative effect on the land and damage it,” he explained. “Not only that, but they were a few less than unsavory assholes out there who hunted these poor creatures into near extinction in the past for many years until we found them and stopped them for good,” the man added with a frown. “By doing that, we were able to save what beings were still left alive. And by the time New Stargate Island was finished, we took the survivors and transferred them over to the island under the agreement that they help us out with future projects that could help Earth advance even further."

"Advance in what areas if I may be so bold as to ask? From what I've learned and seen over the years since visiting this world—especially in my readings about it beforehand, Earth has come pretty far in a lot of things since the last three millennia or so. And it was quite the significant jump at that I heard too. So what are you guys hoping to advance more in?" Jude inquired, his amber eyes lit with so much unguarded interest and curiosity.

It was almost enough to make Tony smile.

‘Well this Jude here seems like an interesting guy. Bright, curious, intelligent, has a passion for learning, and is just an overall bookworm it seems...’ Tony inwardly shook his head in amusement and with laughter. ‘If he and Jane ever meet, if they haven’t already yet, the two will definitely get along for sure,’ he opened his eyes and looked at the group, though most of his attention was mainly focused on the black spiky haired man.

“{Vegetation, herbs, medicine, armory, technology, and more. What else is new with you humans and non-humans.}”

The sudden new female voice made everyone except Tony jump and they looked around to see where it was coming from. Then they all gasped in shock when a small green fairy with blue eyes surrounded in thick black rings appeared before them, hovering in the air, and without a word, she claimed a spot on the table next to the laptop and waved at the only guy was not in shock.

Tony just sighed and looked up. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., why didn’t you tell me Celebi was here?”

“She just got here, Mr. Stark. I was going to alert you, but it seems she decided to bypass my security and let herself in,” the AI answered.

The man rolled his eyes, though a bit playfully from what it seems like to the group.

“As usual and doesn’t even bother to use the door like some of her friends do whenever they decide to visit,” Tony lightly snorted. “I should probably get used to it huh...?” he looked at the mythical pokemon in front of him. “Okay Princess Pixie, not that I’m happy to see you here because I actually am—but it’s still early here, like nine a.m. early, so what do I owe the visit for?”

“{We have a poisoned half-spirit woman named Jane in our care on the island,}” Celebi started, immediately gaining the people behind her their attention. “{She and her niece along with a griffin, who turned out to be a tall man with long black hair and wearing some kind of weird clothing and armor, arrived to us three days ago covered in injuries,}” she explained. “{The other pokemon took care of their injuries but they had no success in curing the girl from the poison. Right now I have Zoroark and the others looking for your daughter, Absol, and her group to pick them up from their trip to finding ingredients for an antidote.}”

“Because of this news, I’m gonna let it slide that no one —except for you and your legendary friends, the monsters, spirits, and animals as well as Lucario and his friends with special permission given from me because of their situation— is supposed to be on the island since it hasn’t been announced open to the public just yet.”

Celebi’s antennas and her wings drooped at the man’s look.

“{I’m sorry.}”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Who’s watching over Jane right now?”

“{Misdreavus’ group and the tall guy,}” she replied.

Tony rubbed his chin with a hum. “So you came here to see if I have something on me to help her.”

Celebi smiled. “{Actually, I was hoping to bring you to the island with your stuff and cure her there,}” she said.

“You know what...” Tony picked up his laptop and turned it off, making the map hologram disappear. “Bring her, Kagome, and the guy here as fast as you can and I’ll cure Jane. It’ll be much better this way because I’ll have full access to everything in my lab,” he instructed the pokemon before getting up from his seat and grabbing his computer. “Meanwhile, I’ll call my son to see if he can fly over to the island and pick up all the pokemon there and bring them here too. I have something for them that they might like.”

“{Okay,}” the mythical psychic and grass pokemon nodded. “{I’ll let the others know once I make it back to the island,}” she told him and then added, “{Just to make sure that there won’t be any surprises when he stops by.}”

“That’s fine,” Tony turned to the group. “You guys go with her. I’ll stay here and get everything ready and set up in my lab. Can you do that?”

“Sure can!” Darcy spoke for everyone and gave Tony a mock salute as she and the others stood up from the couch.

“Just one question,” Lady said and everyone turned to her. “How are we gonna get there? Sota dropped us off here, but I’m sure he’s long gone by now and heading back to Snow Lunar Island.”

Before Tony could answer, he heard a familiar roar outside. With a small grin, he walked past the surprised group and Celebi and towards the front door. “Rayquaza’s got perfect timing! I can hear him now!” he opened the door and ran outside, immediately spotting a huge green and black serpentine dragon pokemon with red accents on the fins of his back and tail and yellow ring-like symbols running across the length of his body and on top of his head. “Hey Green Sunshine!” he called out to the dragon and flying type legendary in greeting.

Yellow eyes with black sclera met dark brown ones.

And as for his form of greeting? He immediately fired a weak multi-colored shock wave of energy in the shape of a dragon at the human man without a word.

BOOM!

“Aw damn it?!” Tony shouted as he was knocked back.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Rayquaza could never get tired of this, firing weak Dragon Pulse attacks at Tony every time they greet each.

Or, at least, for as long as he keeps calling him by that ridiculous nickname.

It may have gotten annoying in the beginning and he may have tried to freeze the man once or twice with an Ice Beam out of irritated retaliation, but he got used to it the more Tony called him “Green Sunshine”. It was an odd way of greeting someone—and the others sure thought that when he and the man started turning this into some kind of routine.

In fact, the legendary dragon always got a kick out of the man’s reactions every time he stopped by to say hello, which in this case was fire an attack at Tony and see if the guy manages to dodge it or not.

Sometimes he’d switch it up and throw two different attacks at Tony simultaneously, and other times he didn’t...

It was the variety he always looked forward to.

And today was no different, Rayquaza mused, watching Tony knock the soot and dirt off of him as the group from behind the short brown haired man stepped outside too and turned to him in shock.

“Another Legendary pokemon...”

“{Hey Rayquaza!}” Celebi, who flew out from behind the group, waved at the dragon.

Rayquaza merely glanced down at the fairy and nodded at her, acknowledging her greeting

“Phew! Guess I was slow to dodge that one this time around,” Tony coughed as he got to his feet and looked the serpentine dragon. “Hey buddy, I got a favor to ask for ya.”

“{What kind of favor?}” he descended to the ground and flicked his tail through the green grass of Tony’s front lawn.

“Think you could take Celebi and these guys here over to New Stargate Island and bring back a friend of mine named Jane?”

Rayquaza narrowed his yellow eyes and looked at the group of humans standing before him. “{Hmm...}” before he could say anything further, Celebi flew up to him and whispered something.

Without taking her eyes off the two legendaries mumbling to each other quietly, Lady leaned over to Tony’s shoulder and whispered to him. “Hey Tony, you never told us that Pokemon were real and, from what it seems, have been living among us this whole time! What’s up with that?”

“They’ve been among us for many years now. Some of them just haven’t decided to show themselves out in the open until some time last year,” he whispered back to her. “And that was purely by accident. A few of them, including Rayquaza and Celebi, appeared before me and the guys in the team in the middle of our battle with Malekith and his right hand Algrim, and saved us.”

The other six, who were listening in, looked at Tony in shock.

“Long story short, me, Clint, Bruce, Rhodey, Peter, Strange, Bucky, Rocket, and a couple of hand full of civilians in a few cities know of their existence,” he mumbled in explanation.

“And the regular pokemon?” Darcy quietly asked.

“Unlike the legendaries and mythicals, let’s just say that Lucario and the others are the visitors who’ve arrived here at the beginning of this year.”

“In other words, they’re not from this universe and are currently stuck here,” Jude stated matter-of-factually.

“Eh, yeah...” Tony confirmed with a shrug.

“{Okay...}” Rayquaza spoke up and grabbed all of their attention. “{I’ll take them to go get the girl, your niece, and the guy,}” he said, looking straight at Tony.

“Great!” the man said with a grin.

“Sweet! We get to ride on the back of a legendary dragon pokemon!” Darcy and Elize cheered in unison along with Teepo, who flew around above the two in excitement. “This is gonna be a blast!”

Nero, Lady, Alvin, and Jude sweat-dropped at their enthusiasm.

Tony, on the other hand, just laughed.

Rayquaza rolled his eyes, and with a sigh, he turned around and waited. His friend Celebi flew up and sat down on his head. Then she looked back down at the group and motioned for them to get on.

Nero stay behind a bit as the others started making their way over to the huge dragon and getting on his back. “Hey Tony...” he turned to the man and slowly pulled out a familiar blue cube, that was still inside of the transparent case, from seemingly out of nowhere. “Can you look after this for me until we get back and figure out what to do with it?”

Tony froze and looked down at the infinity stone with his eyes wide in shock. “That’s the—”

“Yeah, it’s the Tesseract. And the stone’s been causing us some problems for the last three days,” he said with a frown and held it out. “One of those problems turned out to be an old enemy of yours and the Avengers. They appeared and attacked us yesterday in the afternoon time.”

Tony narrowed his eyes, looking over the white haired man before carefully taking the case and vanishing it in his pocket dimension. “Let me guess, the Black Order?” when Nero nodded, Tony sighed and continued speaking. “So that’s why you all look beat up and bone dead tired,” he gave the younger man a hard look and folded his arms. “Alright, fine, I will. But just make sure you guys hurry up and get back here with Kagome, Jane, their friend, and the pokemon. I don’t want to hold onto this damn stone any longer than I have to and risk bringing trouble onto my property.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them get anywhere near here!” Nero bawled his left hand into a fist. “Not if I and the others can help it!” his eyes burned with intense determination and promise as he looked at Tony in the eyes.

“You sure?”

“Positive. All of us took an extra shot or two, maybe four, of something this morning before we left. And now we’re running purely on determination, power, energy, and a lot of caffeine if you can’t tell.”

For his part, Tony kept silent as he stared back at Nero, his eyes matching the other man’s intensity. He heard the devil hunter loud and clear, and understood him.

“Trust me, I can. But for the love of god, please don’t crash or I swear I’ll come out there to the island, in my suit, and drag every single one of your guys’ reckless behinds back here myself and blast you all to Kingdom Kong with my repulsors.”

“..........”

“Or if you can’t help but crash and burn, just make sure y’all do it here and not out there! Got it all, Kid?”

“...Yeah—”

“Nero!”

“C’mon, what’s the hold up? We’re waiting for you!”

Nero turned around to see everyone sitting on the dragon’s back, who was now giving him a look that clearly said “hurry up”. “Time to go...” he mumbled to himself as he started walking towards the legendary, and without looking back, the devil hunter threw his left hand up in a wave. “Thanks Tony!”

In just a few steps, Nero reached Rayquaza’s side and leaped high up into the air. “{Nice jump!}” he heard Celebi said from above him as he landed near the dragon’s first set of fins and took a seat in front of Lady, who was sitting ahead of the others.

‘{Finally, now we can get going,}’ Rayquaza turned his head and looked up at the sky.

Once he felt everyone grab a tight hold of either his fins or body, the Sky High Pokemon shot up into the air like a bullet and flew through the cloudy morning sky.

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Tony stood there on the porch of his lawn, letting the wind ruffle through his hair and clothes as he stared up into the sky. ‘Well, time to go back inside and get everything ready for their arrival,’ he closed his eyes right as the wind died down.

The man held out his hand and channeled a bit of mana in it. Then with a quick few gestures, he began to chant the words:

“I call upon the Great Spirit of Lightning, Raiden, and the Great Spirit of Wind, Gale, to appear by my side!”

Two figures—both reaching about six-foot-ten in height, materialized in front of Tony in a bright flash of light that consisted of a single blue lightning bolt and a mini green twister, stirring up a bit of dirt in the air and making the man back up and close his eyes.

“[Why have you summoned us, Tony?]”

The short brown haired man opened his eyes back up and looked at the two great spirits hovering in front of him.

On the left was Raiden, the one who just asked Tony the question. He was a tan colored humanoid griffin with golden-yellow spiky hair and had two long bangs hanging over his intense ruby eyes—which were rimmed black on the sides, long feathered white pierced ears that stood on top of his head and bled black at the tips, huge black and white accented wings that were flapping away in the air, and a long black-blue tipped tail that was current wrapped around his waist.

He wore a white and sky blue-gold accented haori that was sleeveless on the right side, revealing his arm that was covered up by his black leather arm warmer, over a tight sleeveless black shirt and dark blue undershirt. And lastly, on his lower body he wore black dress-like pants that were stylistically cut out in middle area to reveal the dark blue-white accented tights he had on underneath, all of which was tucked into his sleek black and sky blue accented knee-high boots with armored white soles.

“[Did something happen here?]”

And hovering next to Raiden was Gale, the one who spoke up next. He was a fair skinned humanoid cabbit with long wavy emerald green hair and six lighter green colored side bangs, stormy silver eyes, long white ears that were tipped black at the ends and hanging down behind the back of his head, and a black bobtail.

He wore a dark charcoal gray and white-green striped dress hat over his head, a dark green sleeveless shirt that stopped right underneath his ribs and showed off his whole stomach—which was colored black from each side, a black and white open zip-up vest over that, deep black elbow guards with silver armor attached to them on his arms, and black gloves that were colored white on the front. And lastly, on his lower body he wore some white and black striped three-quarter pants that had a waist cape attached to it and bled green at the very bottom, and some dark charcoal gray-black accented armored boots with silver soles.

“Oh yes, something definitely did happen here,” Tony answered with a small roll of his eyes. “And quit pretending to be surprised. I sensed you two lingering around the area earlier, so I’m pretty confident that you guys overheard the whole conversation between all of us.”

“[We did,]” Gale flat-out admitted the truth, deciding not to beat around the bush now that their human companion saw right through them.

“[And it’s such a shame to hear that young and powerful Jane has fallen apart due something simple as poison,]” Raiden closed his eyes and shook his head in slight disappointment. “[I’m sure she could’ve burned it out of her system with her fire if she wanted to. She’s done it before.]”

“That may be true, but if it’s a different kind of poison she’s been afflicted with—one that I might think belongs to a certain Komocorpion Dragon species...the Purple Headed kind, then I have just necessary items here at home to take care of her.”

Gale frowned at the mention of the hybrid creature. “[Those monsters in particular, as close to extinction as they are, can be a bit bothersome. Their poisonous claws and venom can pretty deadly and will kill if you’re not too careful,]” he gritted his teeth in worried irritation.

Raiden cracked open his eyes and turned at the wind cabbit spirit. “[But...if the venom is procured under the right conditions, you can make some great medicine out of that stuff,]” he pointed out with a knowing look.

“...Or an antidote,” Tony looked down and turned away, hiding his face from Raiden and Gale. “And other things as well...” he trailed off in a strange voice. “Which is why I want you two to follow them and check on Jane to see exactly how bad her condition is.”

The two great spirits blinked and turned to each other with furrowed brows. A look of agreement seemed to pass through their eyes as they turned back to Tony and looked at him.

“[As you wish.]”

They both took off into the sky within a blink of an eye.

Tony sighed and harshly rubbed his hand over his face. ‘Ugh fucking damn it, Jane! You really got yourself in pickle this time huh...’ he cursed the woman who he cared for like a little sister in his head. ‘Just...please try to hang in there. Help is on the way!’ he slowly removed his hand and dropped it at his side, feeling extremely tired and stressed all of a sudden as he started walking back towards his mansion-like home.

“Now to make that phone call to Sota,” he mumbled as walked inside and shut the door closed, locking it behind him.

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“Talonflame...Magmar...I believe you two have done enough for now.”

The two fire types looked up, snapping their eyes open to see Misdreavus and six others trail along behind her.

The first two were pretty small. It was a female Emolga, who was an electric black and white flying squirrel with gray eyes and yellow cheek pouches, and a male Roselia, who was a light green plant-like creature with three horns on his head, roses for hands —the left one being blue while the right one was red—, and black eyes. And they were both sitting on the back of a female Liepard, who was a purple and yellow leopard-panther with small yellow ring markings all over her body and wore a pink mask over her green eyes and nose.

Behind them, there was a male Leafeon, who was a tan and green colored fox with brown paws, brown eyes, and tiny green sprouts over various parts of his body, walking just to the side of Liepard.

And the final two who took up the rear turned out to be a female Gardevior, who was a tall green and white humanoid creature with short spikes on the side of her face, red eyes, and had red fin-like horn extending from the front of her chest and out through the middle of her back, and a male Bisharp, who tall red and black-white humanoid creature with a golden double-headed axe blade attached to hit war helmet, black eyes, and two white blades encircling his torso.

“It appears that we have fallen asleep...”

Misdreavus shook her head at the two as she and the other six stopped in front of the fire types. “It’s alright,” she reassured them with a slight smile and looked down at the sleeping half-spirit. “At least you two managed to keep her warm throughout the night.”

Magmar and Talonflame followed her line of sight and looked down at Jane. From what they can feel, the woman wasn’t that cold anymore. But that didn’t mean she was out of the woods just yet.

There was still that poison that needed to be taken care of. And since they couldn’t really do anything about that, they left it alone and focused on keeping the woman alive by healing her whenever her health dropped at bit.

“Where is that guy at?” Magmar asked as he moved away from Jane’s side while Talonflame carefully flew off her chest.

“He left with other remaining Pokemon to go check out the front end of the island last night,” Gardevior spoke up.

“And I think he also mentioned something about finding a way to remove the chains,” Bisharp added with a mumble.

“((Which I finally did as a matter of fact! And I have the water pokemon, Turtonator, and Tyranitar to thank for that.))”

The group turned around to see the dark haired man standing in front of a huge group of pokemon, which consisted of the following: Skarmory (male), Turtonator (male), Lapras (male), Dewgong (male), Pikachu (female), Mudsdale (male), Tyranitar (female), Floatzel (female), Passimian (male), Flygon (female), Swanna (female), Ledian (male), and Mienshao (female).

“You guys are...” Emolga trailed off in her greeting, noticing something completely different about the man. “Wow! Your chains are gone!”

Before Leafeon and Roselia could point out the muzzle still wrapped around the man’s mouth, they noticed the look he and the others had on their faces. “What’s wrong?”

Mienshao stepped forward. “I think the rest of you should come with us and take a look at what’s happening at the front of the island.”

Liepard narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

“Why?”

“Just get the girl and follow us.”

Misdreavus and her group frowned at the Martial Arts Pokemon’s words as she, Loki, and the other twelve pokemon turned around and headed back up the hill, in the direction of where the cave was at. Then they looked at each other and sighed.

“Guess we’ll find out soon...” Talonflame said with a shrug of his wings.

“Yeah,” Liepard nodded.

The two along with Emolga, Roselia, Magmar, and Misdreavus started running after the others up the hill.

“Don’t worry about it, Bisharp,” Gardevoir stopped the dark/steel type right as he was about to kneel and pick up the woman up. “I’ll carry the girl for now. But if I get tired along the way, then I’ll let you take over.”

The Sword Blade Pokemon nodded his head, watching his friend pick Jane up in her arms, bridal style. “Let’s go...” with a shared look of understanding between them, the two moved closer until they were standing side-by-side and ran up the hill to catch up with the others.

#lokane #fanfic #chapter six #tony stark #jane foster #half-spirit!jane #loki laufeyson #nero and the others in his group #ocs (original characters)#marvel #mcu #dmc #tox #inuyasha #pokemon #au verse #multiple crossovers #a tale of new beginnings gallery #of rising calamities beyond the cosmos

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12 & 14 & 21 for the science team? either 1 question per character or all 3 questions for each of them :)

my babies!!! thank you!

also im gonna do that thing again where even tho i got sent science team, i’m gonna do science trio, because they’re who i really care about

What craft do they learn to make for a gift? Who do they give it to?

i imagine char knows how to knit and i have already imagined her knitting things for jean-luc (her cat), dan and miles. and the thought of the boyz in knitted jumpers and beanies makes my heart giggle :))))

dan can do anything he sets his mind to but i had a lot of trouble coming up with a specific thing he could do. bc i imagine he’s a decent artist and he can knit (picked it up from char) and sew. took me a bit but i got there in the end. i imagine he was gonna write a short song each for them but his anxiety kicked in and he thought “wait that’s something i’d do anyways, i need to do better than that” which is weird because writing a song for char and miles is another way he says “i love you”. but having trouble thinking of what else he could make, (mug??? shirt?? quilt??? he was flummoxed) he decides to cross stitch the compositions + lyrics. basically giving them the songs but in Way Extra way than usual

miles feels like a “buys jewelry” kinda gift giver buuuut for purposes of this prompt… like, say char was like “okay this year as a rule, we’re MAKING gifts” and miles is like “ah fuck” but he doesn’t wanna be mean (no, i mean it) so he legit takes a pottery class and Does His Best and dan and char get some really wonky painted bowls but it’s very sweet okay!

What game do they always select for game night?

char: trivial pursuit!!!! also scrabble, she’s BOSS at scrabble

dan: the game he favours is chess but three people can’t play chess so he’ll typically just go with whatever everybody else is playing. or he and char will play chess and miles plays the winner

miles: monopoly, uno or cards against humanity (because 1. oh my gosh he’d love that and 2. the concept of these three playing that is great)

What makes them feel proud?

dan: his music. praise him music and he’s like v///v. and i imagine, stress aside, he was pretty proud of himself when he graduated and for his scholarly achievements in general. also does the euphoria we see him have when eloise (the rat) time travels count as a form of pride? sure why not. you’d think dan doesn’t feel much proud of himself and you’re right. but he’s done some Things and that makes him pleased. if you remove the pressure of his scientific life, besides all THAT he did actually like being a scientist. at first. also im not sure if pride is the right word but char loves him and that makes him feel… awed? honoured? loved? it’s a good feeling basically

char: what i said up there about love. also her career. this lady is an anthropologist AND archeologist at age 33!!! (the lost writer’s forgetfullness just equals char being all the more impressive!) and she can speak lotsa languages. “how many languages do you speak” and she’d have this like, proud smirk. like “oh i’ve lost count :3c”. she can be pleasantly smug sometimes

miles: the miles you see in canon has never felt proud of himself. but this is my house, babey. so post-canon miles, feeling proud of himself (eventually, waaaay down the line) becoming a father*. but pride isn’t the big feeling there, mostly surprise and well, joy and “holy shit i did this? i’m doing this? wow”

(*i hc that miles and richard have kids together like 10 years post finale)

#asalesbian #lost headcanons #forgive the lateness of my reply #man i struggled with that one dan question #but then i pictured him cross stitching #and it clicked #he seems he'd do well at intricate things with the hands #i've created such a specific canon for dan/char/miles (and post-finale stuff) that i gotta put in extra details in these posts #so people don't get confused #like how i imagine limbo char has a cat

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selectionbyelena · 5 years

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DAY ONE - Arrival

The Selection is almost ready to officially begin. The castle is Selection-proof and all girls have arrived. Today, they have the opportunity to settle and are free all afternoon. What would be on their minds during their first day in the royal palace? Let’s find out...

Now, our prince is an aspiring writer. Although he couldn’t really concentrate knowing there were seven women waiting for him somewhere in the castle, he tried to write a chapter or two. And failed miserably.

Now, the seven Selected have finally arrived, have seen their rooms and are ready to settle in... for who knows how long... perhaps forever after?

It was Joy Leary (right), a caste 3 teacher, who started conversation with the other Selected. Kaci Fields (middle) and Evelyn Henderson (left) were glad to share their first impressions about royal life and the Selection.

Joy: “So, what do you think the prince is like? He seems kind on television.”

Kaci: “He does, but kind can be pretty boring... I hope there’s more to him than good manners alone.”

Evelyn: “Manners backwards is srennam!”

Kaci:

Joy:

Meanwhile Eliza Hampton, our police officer, kept up with her training schedule in the castle’s underground gym area! Talk about discipline?

Kaci soon found her way to the music room, and was excited to find a violin there. She had secretly brought a violin of her own to the castle, but she obivously wanted to try this excellent royal intrument as well!

While Kaci had successfully escaped Joy’s small talk, Evelyn happily continued the gossipping.

Joy: “I would love to have a big family of my own one day. I love kids.”

Evelyn: “My grandma loves kids too.”

Joy: “.............She does?”

And there are more music lovers in this Selection! Here we have famous singer Lydia Deeds from caste 2. We knew she’s an amazing pianist, but apparently she likes to try new things too! Perhaps music is her way of escaping the stressful reality that the Selection can be.

And there’s Kathryn Hildebrand, a caste 3 scientist! A curious, knowledge-seeking girl, as she spent the day exploring and wandering through the castle. Whatever she likes, right?

Kaci’s beautiful music naturally drew attention! She’s still got things to learn, but the other Selected seemed to enjoy what she was playing.

Eliza: “That was amazing! You’re very talented. My name is Eliza.”

Kaci: “Do you really think so? Thanks! I’m Kaci! I’m actually a four, but I just love to play...”

Eliza: “Well, I loved it! You should play for us more often!”

Hey, where is Cloud? Oh, there she is. Of course. Cloud North, reading a book. And another one. All afternoon. Well. I guess she found the royal library?

And then... curious Kathryn ended up exploring the wrong room.

Prince Elijah: “Are you okay? Can I help you?”

Kathryn: “Oh, Your Majesty...”

She quickly made a reverence.

Kathryn: “I didn’t want to bother you... I was just looking for the observatory.”

Elijah: “I’m not sure if you’re allowed to be here. And I’m not sure if I’m allowed to talk to you either...”

Elijah: “But I guess I could show you the observatory.”

Kathryn: “I... It’d be an honor, Your Majesty...”

Elijah: “And your name is...?”

Kathryn: “Oh! Of course! My name is Kathryn. Kathryn Hildebrand.”

Kathryn: “This is amazing! Look at the sky!”

Kathryn: “If only the sky was this clear on the mainland!”

Kathryn: “Did you know there are about 250 billion stars in the Milky Way alone? Can you only imagine how much there is yet to discover? I mean, there are like 10 billion galaxies in the universe we know, and some of them have even more stars! That a whole bunch of stars! Can you count? It’s fantastic! Ahhh, I love science.”

Elijah: “Yeah.....................”

Elijah: “Well, have fun, Lady Kathryn, and I’ll meet you again tomorrow. Don’t tell the other Selected we have already met, will you?

Kathryn: “Of course not!”

Elijah: “Thank you. Good night, Lady Kathryn.”

And as Kathryn discovered some new planet, the other Selected went to bed. Cloud was very tired after speed-reading five books in an afternoon.

Queen Annetta: “Are you okay, Elijah?”

Elijah: *yawning* “Uh, of course, mother.”

Queen Annetta: “Are you tired already?”

Elijah: “I’m okay. Just a bit stressed, that’s all.”

Queen Annetta: “Already?”

Elijah: “Remember I didn’t really want this, mother.”

Queen Annetta: “I do, Elijah. I want you to take all the time you need. Just treat those girls with respect, tomorrow and how long this Selection may take. I was once one of them.”

Elijah: “Of course, I just need to think about myself too.”

Queen Annetta: “Perhaps you need to think about this: are the Selected here for you, or are you here for them?”

Elijah: “Mmh, I’ll think about that tomorrow, maybe. Good night.”

Sleep tight, prince Elijah. Tomorrow, you’ll meet the girls... for real.

I hope y’all reading this enjoyed day one.

I did not control any contestant Sim.

Credits to 52popeye for the palace build.

This challenge on the Sims Forums. (Rules and overview found there.)

#ts4 #the sims 4 #the selection

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mystech-master · 5 years

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So u know how a while ago I said I’d post a WIP I had, involving a Blazblue AU where Ragna lives, no one (expect Terumi) dies, and it’s just Ragna chilling with people?

Here it is:

I haven’t touched it in months and it may be flawed, but hey.

Behold

Happily Ever After AU Oneshots: Kokonoe

You'd think that after defeating Terumi, stopping the apocalypse, and ending the time loops which had been ruining the world, the man known as Ragna the Bloodedge would be able to kick back and relax a bit.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

That is a complete and total lie.

At the moment, the Grim Reaper is sitting on a large red couch in Kokonoe's own private quarters, mostly used for her own recreational use during her breaks and off days, clutching a game controller and furiously button mashing with the most pissed off expression he'd had in months. Teeth clenched and eyes glaring at the screen in front of him, trying his hardest, and failing, to not suck at the fighting game Kokonoe invited him over to play.

Speaking of the pink haired cat girl, she was also there, sitting on the other end of the couch with her feet propped up on a coffee table in-between the couch and TV, and the smuggest expression on her face as she expertly executed combo after combo on her guest. "S'matter Raggy, finished already?" she said with every bit of snark she could muster as she took a side glance to him.

"Shut the hell up Kokonoe, you're gonna get what's coming." the reaper growled through clenched teeth, as he furiously hammered away at the controller. “I’m feeling good about this one.” he sighed, partially calming down, or at the very least attempting to.

“You said that 10 rounds ago.” she said as she nonchalantly continued her reign against her guest.

“Rrrrrrr, quiet! I got it this time!” he yelled. At this moment, he had gone through almost the entire roster of playable characters and Kokonoe had kicked his ass every time. The reaper’s temper had skyrocketed various times that day, resulting in quite a few controllers being snapped in half. Luckily the scientist of Sector Seven had plenty of extra controllers, having predicted “Ragna being a total sore loser”. “You’d think that after fighting a world controlling organization, the Mad Dog, and even GODS I’d be able to not suck at a stupid game.” he sighed, trying to calm his nerves as to have a better chance at beating her.

Kokonoe simply shrugged her shoulders, “Hey, if it makes ya feel any better, I just have a crap load more experience with this game. You on the other hand, are just a noob.” she said as she continued her endless combo chain against him.

Ragna responds to Kokonoe’s strategy with the same technique that had worked so well the last time: button mashing and trying to find that ONE combo that’ll knock her down a peg. “Come on, come on, COME ON!” he starts screaming at the screen. “Can you just NOT SUCK for once!”

“You yelling at the game or yourself?” Kokonoe chuckled “aaaaand, get rekt Bloodedge.” she said as she executed her final attack, demolishing Ragna yet another time.

“Player 1 PERFECT, Player 2 YOU SUCK!”

And what wasn’t helping was Kokonoe had edited the game’s software to add even more insult to injury to the Grim Reaper. Knowing that he would lose to her various times.

The professor simply raised her arms behind her head “Well Ragna I believe that is about 35 to nothing. Still wanna give it a go?” she replied, taking an almost sadistic pleasure in seeing him rage. ‘I’m starting to see why Rachel likes this so much’ she thought to herself.

Ragna turned to his “gracious” host and glared. “I swear, you’ve gotta be cheating or something.” he growled.

“Nope, just skill” she reached over to grab some chips she had on a side table next to the couch. “Ya know, you could always try Stylish Mode, you can button mash away and get some good combos. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky” she mentioned to her guest as she munched on a handful of

Ragna selected rematch once more “I don't need luck, and I don't need handouts. I’ll kick your ass fair and square.” The reaper declared.

Kokonoe smirked “Choosing to learn the hard way, eh?” She taunted “Too bad.”

Ragna smirked “Oh just you wait, I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” he selected his character, as does the host.

“READY……...FIGHT!”

As soon as the match began it seemed to play out like all the others: with The Grim Reaper button mashing like there’s no tomorrow, while the half-beastkin scientist expertly maneuvered her character with far more expertise.

Ragna’s rage has starting to seep through as his face continued to develop an increasing shade of red. He continued to mash away hoping that he could just get in that ONE move that’ll knock Kokonoe out of her increasing combo chain. He’d give anything just to even get a single hit in and knock that smug cat-like expression (A/N: you know, the sideways 3 face) off of her face.

And then, against all odds, one good combo was finally made. Kokonoe’s health bar dropped, not by much, but it was still something.

Ragna’s eyes widened at the sudden success, ‘YES! IN YOUR FACE PINKY! YOU’RE GOING..’ before the Grim Reaper could finish this thought, his host executed her instant kill move just to smack him right back down.

“Player 1 PERFECT , Player 2 YOU SUCK!”

Ragna’s eye twitched and gritted his teeth, meanwhile clutching his controller with enough force to almost crack it. Kokonoe laughed with mischievous glee, enough that she’d almost make Terumi seem nice.

“What is it they always say? Not counting something before they hatch.” she grinned at her guest as she set her controller down in her lap and put her hands behind her head as she leaned back on the couch.

*CRACK*

Echoing through the room, came the sound of Ragna snapping another controller in half. Now holding both halves of the controller while grumbling under his breath. “Stupidcatbitch, thinksshe’ssocoolbecauseshecanpressbuttons. Itisn’tTHATmuchofaskill.”

Kokonoe took her feet off the table, placed her controller to the side, and stood up, “You seriously need to learn to be a more graceful loser.” she sighed. She walked over to a drawer on a nearby desk and opened it, revealing a large collection of controllers, all the exact same design as the same one that Ragna had just busted.

Ragna dropped both halves of the controller on the floor and leaned back on the couch. “Sorry.” he grumbled, still mad at his many, many loses “But seriously, do you really have to be so full of yourself when you do this?”

Kokonoe walked over to the game system and connected the new controller. “It’s just a video game Ragna. You know, for fun. It’s not like it’s some big life skill you need.”

“Yeah well then why do you act like you just conquered the world after each round?” he glared at the scientist.

“Just because it isn’t necessary doesn’t mean it isn’t fun.”

“I guess I don’t have much of an argument for that” the red and black clad Reaper sighed, “Can we take a break, my fingers are getting tired.”

Kokonoe placed her hands on her hips, “You do know that’s mostly your fault for all that mashing”

“Shut it.”

Kokonoe simply chuckled at his mellowed out rage and walked over to her end table. She grabbed the bag of chips that she had been snacking on and placed it on the couch between her and her guest. The scientist then plopped right down on the other side of the bag, grabbing the remote to mute the TV so the game’s background music wouldn’t bother them during their intermission.

“Well the good thing about your hand hurting is that both your arms are still in working order.” she said to the Reaper as she grabbed some chips. “They both doing’ ya good?”

Ragna chuckled a bit “Yeah, they do their jobs.” He responded, grabbing a few himself

After the Ragna reset the world for the final time and sent the Master Unit back into the Boundary, all that was left was to remove his Azure Grimoire to ensure that he would never become the Black Beast and destroy all that he had just fought so hard to save. With the help of Tsubaki, the current wilder of the Nox Nyctores Okami, of all people, the cursed Grimoire which had been his greatest weapon and his greatest bane had finally been separated. Of course Kokonoe immediately managed to fit him with another artificial arm to match the left one he lost (A/N: Confused? I’ll explain later).

“Good, because I’m getting sick of having to make arms for you.” she nudged him with her elbow, before munching on the chips she had grabbed. “But seriously, what is it with you and losing limbs? I mean what’s next, are you going to lose a leg?” she said with her mouth full of chips.

“Heh, you tell me. I never asked for that much rotten luck.” he replied. “Anyways, what about you? I heard you and that doctor lady have patched up.”

“Yeah, we’ve been keeping in touch” she sighed. “After this whole mess was over, we decided to try and work things out. She’s asking me to help out with the situation with the Kaka Clan actually.”

This peaked Ragna’s interest. “Oh really? You having any luck?”

“Not really, Whatever dumbass made the Kakas back during the Dark War was clearly not thinking when he went into this.” Kokonoe sneered “Their genes are so messed up it isn’t even funny.”

Ragna simply shrugged “Don’t worry about it, you’re literally the smartest person on the planet. I don’t see how you can’t do it.”

Kokonoe looked at her guest in mild surprise. “I’m sorry, did you just compliment someone?” She faked shock.

Ragna simply sighed in exasperation. “Can it! I’ve been trying to be nicer ever since I got my life back.”

(END, that’s all I got up to so far)

Lemme know what you guys think so far

#blazblue #fanfiction #my writing #ragna the bloodedge #kokonoe mercury #wip

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xrrtammara07-blog · 5 years

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Why Is Modern Pop Music So Horrible

Outdated, European scientists have decided that todayвЂs younger whippersnapper music is simply too darn loud and samey. Immediacy may additionally be the rationale behind Explorer personalities getting highest scores for magicaudiotools.com the TV (2%) and the smartphone (47%) as most popular gadgets, each of which are tailor-made for snap decisions. An Explorer might need little persistence for the lengths some music lovers go to as a way to curate a private library - researching, collecting, and categorizing all sounding like time higher spent listening - but an Explorer is likely to be completely glad with the serendipity of the sounds summoned forth by the flick of a distant or the tap of an app. Sweden has infiltrated global pop for many years. ABBA dominated the seventies; Robyn and the Cardigans tore a strip off the nineties; Tove Lo and Zara Larsson carry the country on charts today. Countless North American hits, too, are written by Swedes you've never heard of. The root causes of the disproportionate dominance of this nation of 10 million, however, are much less evident. One clue can be present in a single, vastly influential studio that began ushering in a new college of songwriting within the Nineties, sending teen-pop artists including the Backstreet Boys, NSYNC and Britney Spears flocking to Stockholm. Further clues may be present in Swedish tradition itself, and the deep appreciation of music that's instilled in Swedes from an early age. "They're gods of pop music," says Carly Rae Jepsen, who frequently travels to Swedish studios, most lately for her forthcoming record. Just like the sixties, the 1990's was a decade of extremes with below-produced, anti-institution grunge bands and gangster rappers having fun with simply as a lot success as the overly produced and studio manufactured pop groups. The decade was dominated by powerful singers with Mariah Carey, Celine Dion, and Whitney Houston topping the charts. Many artists' private problems including drug abuse and rap feuds overshadowed a lot of the talent during the decade as well, with the dying of many widespread musicians resulting from drug overdose and the murders of rappers like Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur.

Within the vital hive mind of the previous, the album is the novel of music, the one severe method to assess price. One hugely progressive function of the NME ballot, and its 1985 successor , was to permit greatest hits albums, on the grounds that some acts had strings of great singles but no nice albums (though why they thought Aretha Franklin was one such, I have no idea). However usually, 60s artists who made albums of three astounding hits and 11 pieces of filler have been marginalised, in addition to the whole 40 years of dance music since disco, the place the primacy of the single track for the dancefloor is paramount.Frankly I do not care if the music is pop or rock. Just the tune and the lyrics needs to be my taste and wise. I stick with 4 rock bands :Disturbed, Evanescence, Breaking Benjamin and Within Temptation, cause I simply feel calm or nice or excited by their music. I am only talking concerning the songs, not the concert events because I reside in India and I've never been to any live shows. One of many primary reasons I do not like pop music a lot is as a result of they're at all times so cliched. It is both love songs or partying or medicine or sex. I'm simply feeling so damned tired of modern pop music. I'm additionally afraid that rock is creating those form of attitudes and that's why I keep on with only 4 bands. Should you guys might counsel a brand new tune for me, post your comment on cretoxyrhinamantelli@gmail. com.Record labels and nation radio embraced bro-country as a result of it attracted a large (largely young male) viewers that hadn't listened to nation music earlier than. They suppose they're expanding the number of country music consumers. The problem is they could drive away quite a lot of feminine artists and listeners within the process and end up making much less money in the long run if they do not put out music ladies want to hear and buy. It is sensible to cater to everybody, one thing nation largely stopped doing with the rise of bro-country and something rock isn't doing either.Its ever-mutating type turned itself into swing music, soul and funky jazz. Jazz's knock-on effect was further seen in rock and roll's development in the United States within the 1950s. Artists from Elvis Presley to Chuck Berry created their rock and roll utilizing the musical influences of boogie-woogie and blues, along with jazz. Rock's popularity rapidly spread around the world, with teams such as the Beatles and the Rolling Stones typically crediting early 20th century American music comparable to blues for his or her inspiration.The bottom-up technique begins from the decided amount of music genres and locations them in a two-dimensional house. Their coordinates are based on the genre-defining characteristics and thus similar genres are positioned shut to each other. As soon as once more, parametrically based programming to create this chart is nigh inconceivable as the characteristics (parameters) are too broad, not fully measurable, and even variable in significance (weight). The benefit from this technique is that tremendous-genres will eventually emerge as amorphous zones, overlapping and connecting different tremendous-genres at varied points. This is a extra real looking visualization of the musical genre network, though nonetheless restricted by two-dimensional constraints.What makes a band go from simply being horrible to epically incomes "Worst Band of All Time" status? For some, there's an authentic inkling of a very good sound in there that simply will get weighed down by poor selections, excessive drug use and unhealthy production. For others, it's a complete lack of songwriting capability that renders the band - as a whole - incapable of producing high quality music. Some bands just don't have any enterprise being together within the first place, so incapable are they of enjoying in sync and producing nice music. And then some bands might have limited expertise but waste it by producing songs and albums which might be overblown, slickly commercial and hollow.Rules. Classical music (used in the sense that most individuals use the term 'classical') was all about rules for a really long time. In reality, there have been sure techniques authorised by the church. We remember and nonetheless listen to the masters of their respective durations as a result of they both played by the principles very properly, or they broke a few of them in an effective approach. Over the course of classical music history, each single rule has been broken, to the point where now in classical music, you possibly can simply have folks stare at blank sheet music for four minutes and 33 seconds. Which brings us to the genres you've talked about.

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