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the12thnightproject · 2 years

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The Challenge

Title: The Challenge

Requested by: @ikemendaniel

Prompt: Kabedon

Characters: Ieyasu & Sasuke (background, Masamune, Mai)

Spicy but SFW

Word Count: 1200

Heat.

At the end, that’s all there is. A fire in the blood, flames that radiate outward from the core. Lips tingle, numbing to sensation. Sasuke and Ieyasu are both bathed in sweat, breathing heavily. Panting…

Brown eyes meet green ones, without the barrier of the glasses that Sasuke tossed aside moments ago. There is pain, and through the pain a hint of euphoria. “Yield,” Ieyasu manages to find the breath to gasp. “Tell me you yield.”

Sasuke stays as expressionless as always, though a sheen of perspiration covers his face. “More,” is all he says.

How did we get here? Was it half an hour ago, when the heat was still merely a pleasant burn? Was it the moment when Sasuke had Ieyasu kabedon’d against the castle walls, and pleaded for one tiny favor? Or was it earlier that day when Sasuke was seized by a desire…

Earlier that day…

“You want Ieyasu’s… autograph?” Mai couldn’t prevent herself from gaping at her friend, who had dropped in on her (literally) and announced his quest.

“I er, might be the founding member of the Tokugawa Ieyasu appreciation society at Kyoto University. An autograph… and perhaps some personal item, such as a scrap of material, a lock of his hair…” Sasuke’s eyes had a faraway look in them. Mai cleared her throat. “Yes, a lock of his hair.”

It wasn’t the craziest thing she had ever heard of, and since she needed to deliver a kimono to Ieyasu anyway, she allowed Sasuke to accompany her.

That might have been all there was to it, but as it turned out, Ieyasu was not in the mood to sign a piece of paper, let alone allow Sasuke to touch his hair. In fact, after accepting the kimono from Mai, he thanked her and strode off without a word.

Sasuke followed.

Ieyasu walked faster.

As did Sasuke.

The situation mushroomed from there, with Ieyasu breaking into a run, and Sasuke chasing after him. Alarmed, and worried for both their sakes, Mai hurried off to find Masamune, in the hope that he could arbitrate a settlement.

By the time Masamune and Mai caught up with them again, Ieyasu was backed up against the castle wall while Sasuke loomed against him ominously. “Just a tiny snip of hair. I’ll take it from the back, and no one will be able to tell.”

“As if anyone could tell anyway,” Masamune said quietly to Mai. “The lad’s hair resembles a lionfish, even in the best of circu- oof!” He rubbed his stomach where Mai had just elbowed him. “Kitten!” He glared at her reproachfully.

“Help them out, please! I don’t want this to escalate.” Mai doubted that Sasuke would dare harm his idol, but Ieyasu was unpredictable.

Masamune waded in and soon had the two separated. “Lad, Sasuke’s request is a bit odd, but harmless. Just give him some hair, and he’ll go away.”

But Ieyasu’s stubborn mode had been activated, and he was in no way interested in giving anything to Sasuke. “Don’t be ridiculous. I won’t even give him one hair. Who knows what he’s going to do it?”

Meanwhile, Sasuke, having gotten this close to Ieyasu did not want to waste the opportunity. “I’m willing to work for the chance. We could spar for it?”

“No!” The objection came from peace-loving Mai.

Determined, Sasuke threw out desperate suggestions. “Ground spike hopscotch? Ceiling races through the castle? Throwing star dodgeball? Hot sauce challenge?”

“No. No. No. N- er…” Ieyasu paused, his interest caught. “What is this hot sauce challenge?”

“The Hot Sauce Challenge is a popular game from our… village.” Sasuke paused to find a non-anachronistic explanation. “It involves the consumption of increasingly spicier foods.”

“Um, Sasuke?” Mai tapped his shoulder. “You should probably know that-“

But it was too late. Sensing a chance to be free of the pesty ninja forever, Ieyasu agreed to the competition. “If I win, you promise to never bother me again? To never look at me again?”

“I promise, Lord Ieyasu.” Sasuke bowed to him.

At that, Masamune willingly offered his services as sauce provider. He spent the afternoon in the kitchen, in his element, as laughing to himself he crafted wicked (and yet still tasty, if he said so himself) bowls of hot sauces.

The contest began slowly at first, with neither challenger even needing to resort to the milk that Keiji (who still had those goats) had provided.

As each container of sauce was set in front of them, they stared into each others eyes, drank the sauce straight from sake cups, then slammed the cups back on the table as if they were doing shots of liquor, rather than liquid death.

“Refreshing,” Ieyasu remarked early on the in the competition, as he downed a cup of sauce that was more than fifty percent karashi.

Sasuke gulped his own sauce without even a twitch to betray the fact that his esophagus was on fire. Although the mist in front of his eyes was slightly concern- oh. His glasses had fogged up. Carefully, he set them aside.

The sun set, the room darkened. Wasabi sauce… yuzukosho… shichimi togarashi… Then the first casualty - it was neither Sasuke or Ieyasu, but kitchen-helper Mitsunari, who accidentally rubbed his eyes and had to be attended to by Mai and Hideyoshi.

But neither competitor would yield, even after a dish made almost purely of sansho pepper. The sauce’s delayed response caused Sasuke’s lips to tingle, and he was certain Ieyasu was suffering the same, for he was rubbing his thumb across his lower lip. He could feel sweat trickling between his shoulder blades and his nose had been running through the last four sauces.

And so, now… we return to the beginning, which is also the end…

“Yield,” Ieyasu says, and for a moment, a brief hopeful moment, Sasuke thinks that Ieyasu is yielding to him. But the man continues, “Tell me you yield.”

Not today, Satan. Sasuke hasn’t endured four years of Kenshin’s training, four years of pickled plums, four years of sake-soaked nights to be defeated by hot sauce. “More.”

“Are you certain, lads?” Masamune stands over them – both men are red faced, sweating, breathing through their mouths. Brows and faces are mopped with hand towels, milk is sipped, determination is renewed.

Ieyasu slaps his hand on the table. He can no longer speak.

Masamune sets the last dish on the table. “I call it… Dragon’s Breath.”

There’s a long … long… pause…

Before with barely a tremble to their hands, they dump the sauce into their mouths, swallowing it as fast as humanly possible.

It’s like drinking lava. The molten shot races down their throats, like a scorpion on a water slide.

Neither speaks.

Neither screams.

Neither can scream… their vocal cords have been temporarily cauterized.

Instead, they only stare at each other in mutual agony. And… maybe… mutual respect?

“That’s it.” Masamune clears away the dishes. He worries that anything hotter might literally rip out their guts. “I declare this competition a draw. Congratulations.”

Without a word, Ieyasu gets to his feet, bows to Sasuke, and walks away.

When Sasuke can move again… it’s to grab the hand towel that Ieyasu has left behind. Carefully, he folds it up and tucks it into his kimono.

It’s been a good day.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen sasuke #ikesen ieyasu #ikemen sasuke #ikemen ieyasu #fanfiction #cursed bingo #follower celebration #anniversary celebration #cybird ikemen series #ikesen masamune #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen mai #ikesen mitsunari #ikesen keiji

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zeta-in-de-walls · 3 years

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My thoughts on the MCC games

So my mind is still dwelling on MCC. Damn, I loved it.

I thought I’d share my thoughts about each game! (Note: I always watch Tommy for MCC.)

Big Sales at Build Mart. It’s alright. I think it’s good as an early game - I enjoyed that it was first this MCC, allowing the teams to get used to each other and it didn’t matter too much in points. Whereas I kinda dislike it late game - it’s not one I want to be high pressure. In some respects its a lot more chill as you’re less directly competing against others and more working together to build something. It still feels tense and as a viewing experience its alright but painful to see streamers making mistakes which they inevitably do as its so high pressure. The changes of getting rid of the boats was so, so good. Losing Buildmart before was often because you failed a turn and lose so much progress which was way too devastating. much easier to navigate now too. (I didn’t like how in one build Tommy couldn’t see a block properly under glass, but usually the builds are very nice.

Hole in the wall - this one I’ve always really enjoyed watching. It’s a fun game with a great level of difficulty. Tommy’s pretty good at this one too and I like that he has a real habit of messing around in it. This game is the one where Wilbur lost his voice in MC11 after too much shouting. In MCC13 it was singing christmas songs. Something about it just makes everyone want to mess around. I like how although its mostly a solo game, team communication is useful ust shouting out colours and shouting out warnings. I saw Vikkstar being warned about approaching walls before they killed him a couple times by his teammates for instance and I like that. (Contrast ace race where its so hard to give much meaningful advice.) That said, the game is extremely glitchy! Hbomb demonstrated it this round but people have always been sliding through walls plus players with higher ping get an advantage. I would understand if they wanted to shelf it. I think it’d be hard to fix - 40 players in one area with moving slime walls will be so hard to handle. I wonder if they could have 10 separate maps instead or something to make it more feasible to play as I’ll be sad if it has to go.

Skybattle - really really fun from Tommy’s perspective! You can tell he loves it so I love it too. Rounds kinda have a tendency to all end the same way with little bridges towards the centre, might be cool if there was some existing narrow walkways to the middle as well and maybe new maps though I do like the current map as well! Hah, but yeah I love it! It’d probably be too much played too late but its the absolute perfect mid round game and every MCC there’s always really cool exciting plays. Its really fast-paced which sets it apart.

Survival Games - it’s a classic. probably a little frustrating points wise as its a single round meaning an early death is so costly. survival points in this one are worth so much. I seriously enjoy it though it is not one you want too late in the tournament. Also a good opener as its not too intense from the start, even if it gets pretty intense as the map shrinks. The maps for these games are always awesome and well-designed. (I think puffy might have fallen in an inescapable hole though? She was getting attacked at the time so maybe it was escapable but yeah - careful playtesting is important to make sure no spots like those exist. Which is hopefully the case!)

Ace race - I greatly enjoy this game. Tommy’s generally surprisingly good at it which helps. It just seems like a really fun minigame to play. Obviously this MCC the map had some errors and was maybe too confusing. The map was long and every moment had something new to process, a chiller section or two where you can observe and take it in a bit more would have been nice. It is a little fiddly with a lot of different mechanics leading to glitches. Tridents are just annoying! But its one thats a good time. I only dislike how its so much a solo experience - you can try and give advice to your team but its so hard to give useful input unless you’re right by your teammate. I quite enjoy this one being fairly late game as its exciting but not so harsh as the elimination games.

Battle Box: very cool game assuming the map’s fun! (Some MCCs had ones I didn’t care for.) And they remember to never ever give any players TNT ever again. There’s a bunch of tactics to employ, custom items, flanking. It’s just a really nice strategic mini-game. I like how its lots of ranged combat and there’s enough rounds that you don’t feel too bad about a mistake. It’s good anywhere in the tournament. Glad it got added to the practice server as its a lot of fun to watch streamers just play. Though they don’t ever practise the wool rushing tactics on there. xD Shame Tommy’s not built for this game though.

TGTTOS: I love this game! Lots of fun to watch and its kinda solo but also you can help your team and work together with some effort. Hmmm... though some of the individual maps for this game can be very hit-or-miss. I think generally you want like at least 80% of players to complete the map. A few of them have been too long and hard. Lots of punching goes on in this game and I kinda don’t mind. The one with the wool targets was probably a little too confusing. I like most of the original maps for this game aside form the cliffside punching one though I understand the same maps every time would be bad. Rocket jumping seems kinda finicky so I’m not a fan. Tridents, elytras, ice, and bridging are all great fun though and I do enjoy the variety. Again its good anywhere in the tournament!

Parkour Tag - Not a fan. I like it in concept I guess but aah the scoring is annoying. It gives you points for survival which is so dependent on the person hunting you and it feels like there’s strategy about choosing the hunter for each opponent but in reality there’s not. I kinda wish the same person could be the hunter every round just so one person has that role. The maps have never felt that fun as it generally feels like scrambling around. Also this game rarely shifts the scores much at all, the ways points are awarded is just too strange. Maybe a bigger map and longer rounds? I don’t know though. This game is terrible as an end game and I guess its okay earlier. Yeah, I really wish there was a good parkour type game but this one isn’t it for me. (this is still much better than Parkour warrior mind!)

Rocket Spleef - Alright. I feel like this is one that’s hard on new players as rocket jumping is odd - getting kills in this game is also not easy. Hopefully they practice the mechanics on the practice server. That said I do enjoy this one quite a bit, it’s fun to watch. The deal breaker is the map. Some maps are just way better than others. I think by the end of a round the maps should be pretty much destroyed and I think it’d be awesome if rounds ended with only one or two people left alive. As long as its got a good map though it’s plenty of fun! It’s exciting without being really intense or high pressure and three rounds is a good amount. Good anywhere in the tournament.

Bingo But Fast - I don’t know how I feel about this one. Please don’t do it the nether again, that was too much. xD I think this game is too intense for me - it’s really fast-paced as completions start happening right away and earlier ones are worth more points. Also it’s another that is stressful to watch the streamer play non-optimally. That said it is an interesting game and I think its cool to have a mode like survival minecraft - generally I like how many games highlight different fun activities in minecraft. It’s such a varied tournament! Again I like this one best mid-tournament, not too late or too early. Maybe I’d like it a bit more without the locking out. like after the first five completions, the remaining completions of it still get a few points - a fixed amount. This is an interesting game but it’s also a really hard game!

Sands of Time - This one is pretty awesome. A lot of fun to watch even if its so so painful for a streamer to lose. Nice dungeon crawler feel, with cool maps and exciting traps. The vaults matter a lot to points. I like how less confident players can do safer stuff and its a very team-oriented game in the best possible way. As you don’t know how the other teams are doing it gets pretty intense and works well as a last game. Some traps are a bit annoying and I think ones requiring a second player are cool in concept but a bit too demanding. Also please please never make it out of snow again. People kept missing the snow! That was painful. Tommy’s interesting to watch and has successfully solved some risky traps even if he sometimes makes poor decisions xD

Damn this turned out long! Listen, I love this event. All the games are delightfully unique and challenging and fun to watch. These are just my personal opinions. This is such a well-made and impressive tournament with such a great variety of games testing different things.

Feel free to argue with me about any of these. Sorry parkour tags fans. xD

#mcc #analysis #thoughts #tommyinnit #long post #i would have ncluded the legacy games too but eh #footrace was fun but ace race is better #parkour warrior was alright at first before practicing and was more than due to retire #it did not fit in with the tournament #its too much an individual skill thing #and so frustrating to watch #lockout bingo also existed i guess #bingo but fast was an improvement i suppose #no strong opinions

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border-spam · 3 years

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Leech Lord - The thought that counts

Troy

Calypso is a bizarre, very weird man who's concept of a "gift" can be some hot drink Ven brought for him to a late night meeting, the time JK handed him a slightly rusted 1/4 socket wrench they'd spotted on a scrap pile while patrolling the slums and recalled him saying he'd have to ask Sei for the day before, or a photo of a flower Eli saw and sent on an incognito chat line.

What he considers gifts aren't usually that tangible so aren't things he can show to others, but there are some actual gifts he's held onto for far too long and people are fucking sick of being shown.

You ever see a coffee cup that hasn't been washed in eight years??

Well his friends have. Weekly.

Ty had "made it" for him in their first year planet-side, a shitty white .50c mug she'd crudely painted "Best Bro, lol" on in now peeling enamel. He knows it was a joke, but it doesn't change how that stupid gross mug has made him feel when things have been so bad that he's spent nights rolling it gently between a flesh and metal hand, reassuring himself with memories of the good times.

I mean he.. he cleans it, he rinses it out, but if he washed it properly the paint would just come straight off and that ain't happening. He drinks so much coffee. The poor thing gets refilled 4, 5 times a night sometimes, it's VILE looking. Brown and black stains, more rings than a felled steelwood tree running down the inside..

Ven hates it. Sei hates it. Eli smiles and tries not to die when he sees it. JK FUCKING LOVES IT. That mug is more Troy to them then his cruel prosthetic is, that mug is the most Troy thing on his damn ship.

Seifa has "politely" insisted on sealing it for him so he CAN wash it, but she's been told with frightening clarity that she’s not allowed near it. Leave it alone, it's fine.

Ven joke gifted him a pair of cursed-text booty shorts after two years of seeing The Holy Father’s ass crack daily and feeling his soul leave his body every time.

Troy took it as part insult / part challenge and made sure to actually wear them around Ven and make sure the other man was aware.

It went from hitching his pants just low enough in public to show their hem and smirking as they were recognised, to just straight up wearing them instead of his usual baggy harem pants some nights when he knew Ven would be spending a few hours in Sanctum.

Sei was completely in on this and acted nonchalant as her friend would desperately try to look around the room for support as his life-force withered while having to sit next to his boss in cursed hotpants and everyone else treating it like it was completely normal.

That stopped when Sei wasn't around, that kind of bullshit just didn't feel right.

He still has them though. They'll.. make a return one day, and Ven won't be ready.

Seifa

On the gift front, she's got 2 modes

1 - Extremely expensive item of value:

Munny. Nice. Highly appreciates it but won't from a personal level ( unless it's also exceptionally catered to her like very carefully chosen jewelry ). She'll secure it somewhere behind lock and key in her ship, and take it out to fondle on her floor like a goblin if she's feeling down.

Sei won't use any expensive gifts for fear of somehow "wasting" then, a weird after effect of poverty and a knife edge upbringing, but she'll cover herself in platinum and diamonds AT HOME while watching bullshit on the E-Net and drinking wine. Think Jenna Marbles leeeshuring. Only does this in private, it's some odd way of enjoying the things she's been given without fear of somehow devaluing them. She's fuckin weird. She is a weird person, she's just very close to even weirder monster twins and they distract a lot of attention from her strangeness.

2 - Piece of shit someone found in a flea market and thought of her or made for her poorly:

What the fuck. What the fuck. Treasure. Will go all red eyed and mouth wobbly when given it, won't know what the hell to say. Will use / wear / show it off daily. Will proudly point out gifts like this in her ship to visitors, go over who gave it to her, where it's from, what that person means to her, everything.

If it's wearable it will be patched into or worn with her best outfits bar ceremonial garb. She's covered in little mementos of friends and colleagues she takes massive comfort from by having close to her at all times, 'specially as some are too far away to see that often, or aren't around at all anymore.

The pendant Ven surprised her with has found its way into almost every ensemble she wears, it's on next to scrap chains and fool’s gold when she's elbow deep in a Mechanicum's process machine's axle oil, and it's on when she's dripping in platinum and faux giggling at a gala. This is... noticed by Troy, who is silently aware of how the shockingly expensive jewelry he's been gifting her for years remains stashed in lockboxes around her ship while Ven's bit of glass rarely leaves her skin. He finds it harder to ignore the blue-green glint of it far more than he'd want anyone to know.

He sent her a droid, years ago. She picked it up from a holding dock in a grimy but carefully packaged parcel and loved it at first sight. Tiny little hive-drone, smaller than her fist and mashed together from what looked like scrap - ancient LED screen able to just about render a simple smiley face with oversized pixels. A chicken scratch note about how they were doing well, things had been going great and they'd really started to find their footing now.

Lines about Tyreen being a pain in the ass, how he'd been having fun with this stuff - droids, that she'd been right that he should try messing around with the amount of scrap bots you could find in any junkpile across Pandora. Said he'd made this for her because he remembered her ship had no V.I. network and how half the rec-room was covered in notes she'd end up having to take to keep on top of deals and interesting tips. This little floating ball could link with her E-Dev and convert audio into notes, calender bookings, maybe make her life a bit easier? Cause she had made theirs easier, him and Ty's, hadn't she. He wanted to give her something back. When would she be touching down again anyway? Been nearly a year since they’d left her ship to make a name for themselves.. and he had a lot to show her...

She still uses that little droid daily, chats idly to it as it sits on her office desk in the Mechanicum, blinking crude emojis at her as it happily translates Sei’s cranky mutters into a schedule that makes her life just a bit easier.

JK's silent hand over of something heavy and palm sized wrapped so beautifully in patterned cloth had keyed her in on not opening it till she was alone, but that prescription lens...

Fitted so carefully onto a hinged frame she knew at a glance would socket over her favored welding goggles? The crude but confident metal work, the tiny flicks of coloured paint she recognised and warmed her heart immediately? That asshole.. that beautiful, clever bastard.

Said nothing, knew she didn't need to, but it's been YEARS and she still notices the slight puff to their chest and way they straighten a little taller when they spot it perched over her right eye.

Asks are open!

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #bl3 #troy calypso #tyreen calypso #calypso twins #leech lord #seifa #ven #jk #jak-knife #oc:ven #oc: jak-knife #my hcs #my writing

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buckysforeverprincess · 5 years

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Incomplete

Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson

Words: 2114

Warnings: Angst

A/N: I joined another challenge hosted by @thefanficfaerie to get my creativeness flowing again. This is a song fic and I chose Incomplete by the Backstreet Boys. You’ll find the song in bold and memories in italics. I hope you all like it. Enjoy!

Steve sat on the edge of the bed, looking over the contents of the bedroom. It didn’t matter how many times he did this nothing ever changed, and one thing remained the same...your things were gone and never coming back. All that was left were the empty spaces that once housed your items, and a hole in his once full heart.

“I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?” Steve said, confused by the look on your face.

“This…us. It’s not working anymore.” Tears were starting to form in your eyes.

“Baby…I can change…I’ll fix this…”

“You keep saying that and I just…I can’t any more, Steve. I…I’m leaving…”

Steve inhaled a breath and let it out, taking one last look around. His eyes moved to the nightstand and saw the picture frame you had left behind; a memory of a happier time. It was taken last year at Coney Island, both of you with bright smiles on your faces, gazing into each other eyes. There was so much love and adoration in this picture, something so precious. It almost pained him to stare at it knowing he would never be able to look at you like this again, all his hope for a brighter future gone forever.

Empty spaces fill me up with hopes

Distant faces with no place left to go

Without you within me I can’t find no rest

Where I’m going is anybody’s guess

With the picture in hand, he grabbed his bag and keys and headed for the door. Steve wasn’t sure when he’d be back—if he would, but he had to do this. Steve had to get out of the apartment that housed so many memories…memories that were slowly killing him inside.

“Where will you go?” Steve’s face matched yours, tears streaking down his cheeks.

“L.A. I’m heading to Los Angeles.”

“Bucky’s in L.A. You’re going to him?” He swallowed hard and sighed heavily.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Steve…he’s family, of course, I’m going to see him. He said I could stay there for as long as I need.”

“So, he knows?” Steve lowered his head to the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with you.

”He does…and he’s promised not to hold it against you. I told him this was just as much my fault as it is yours. I wouldn’t tell him the real reason. No matter what, I’d never take your best friend away from you.”

Steve left the apartment and shut the door behind him. He headed out of the building and made his way to his car, pulling his phone out and calling the last person on his recent call list.

“Hey, man!” The voice happily says on the other end.

“Morning, Sam. I have a favor to ask you.”

“Ooh, that’s risky,” he teases, “and straight to the point. Alright, Steve…what’s up?”

Steve sighs heavily, “Can you keep an eye on Thor for me…take him to your place for a while?”

“Steven…” Sam reverts to therapist mode.

“Just…please, Sam. I need this.” He gets in his vehicle and starts the car.

“You going somewhere?” His friend asks with a slight level of concern.

“For a drive,” Steve replies without hesitation.

Sam is the one that sighs in response to Steve’s attempt at omission, “When are you going to let this go…this isn’t healthy. Do I need to call Barnes?”

“Sam…I’m going for a drive to try and clear my head. I don’t know when I’ll be back, just please keep an eye on my dog…and for the love of God, please don’t call Bucky…I’m begging you.”

Sam pauses for a moment to think about what he’d been told. “Yeah, man…I’ll do it. Promise me something, okay? Just…try to move on and keep me updated.”

“Thanks, Sam.” Steve ends the call and puts the phone in his seat, making his way out of New York.

I tried to go on like I never knew you

I’m awake but my world is half asleep

I pray for this heart to be unbroken

But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete

“Baby…don’t do this…” Steve pleads through reddened eyes.

You shake your head at him and swallow hard, “You think I want to do this…end what we have? Nothing we do is working anymore, Steve and I can’t live stuck in a holding pattern, it’s not healthy for either of us. It’s time to let go.”

“This is all wrong. I refuse to believe this is the end.” The tears are flowing, like a river running down stream.

You look into his eyes and for a second, you begin to doubt yourself. “It’s for the best…”

Steve drives for days, New York becoming a distant memory. There’s no destination in mind, but the drive is freeing…liberating. This is something he should have done right after you left. Maybe he would have let you go months ago, if he wasn’t so wrapped up in what went wrong, but that’s what this road trip was about. Letting go.

He stops at a diner in Indiana, ready to call it a day. From the looks of things, it’s just a little mom and pop place in the middle of a small town with one four way stop and a blinking yellow light further down into town. It’s a place Steve knows he could get lost in, if he really didn’t want to be found.

The waitress greets him as he enters and shows him to a both in the back. She lays a menu down in front of him and takes his drink order. When she walks away he looks around and takes in the few patrons that are enjoying their meals, no one really paying the tall blond any mind. Steve feels a bit of relief at that moment. No one knows just how empty he really is and the internal struggle going on from within. Right now, he’s the stranger in the black Challenger, stopping for a bite to eat…just passing through.

Voices tell me I should carry on

But I am swimming in an ocean all alone

Baby, my baby, it’s written on your face

You still wonder if we made a big mistake

“Where are we going, silly?” You smile excitedly at your boyfriend.

Steve smiles back, his white teeth shinning in the sun, “It’s a surprise.”

“You know I don’t like surprises, just tell me where we’re going?” You happily poke at his sides, trying to get him to spill the details.

He laughs and tries to move out of your reach, but you pull him back by the arm. Steve concedes and moves in closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“Okay, okay…I’ll spill…we’re going to Coney Island…I got a whole date planned for us…”

Steve smiles at the picture, the memory taking him to a happier place.

“She’s beautiful.” The waitress has brought his food and sees him staring down at it.

He takes the picture and places it in the inside pocket of his coat, “she is.”

“You love her.”

Steve looks up and the woman and lets out a breath, “I do…pretty sure I always will.”

“Then it’s a good thing what you’re doing…getting her back.” She smiles at Steve.

“That’s not-I’m not-it’s not…” He stutters out.

The waitress chuckles at his failing attempt at words, “Honey…you’re in nowhere, Indiana, and I’ve seen this too many times to count. The road you’re traveling on is the one that leads back to her. I promise…you’ll get there.” She places his bill on the table and walked off with a smile.

Steve blinks a few times, absorbing what the woman just said. Is that what he’s doing? Could his subconscious really be taking him to L.A.? And even if it was, could he really show up on her doorstep and beg her to take him back? Too many questions, but one thing was for certain…he’d already driven to Indiana, it wouldn’t hurt to keep going west. He couldn’t give up now, he’d already come too far.

I tried to go on like I never knew you

I’m awake but my world is half asleep

I pray for this heart to be unbroken

But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete

It takes him a few more days to reach L.A., but a few phone calls and lots of groveling later and he knew you were still living in Bucky’s house. Steve was a mere couple hours away from seeing you again, but beyond that…he had no idea what he was going to do past showing up at your door.

“Please…I’m begging you…don’t do this…”

You packed the last of your things in the box, “Steve…we’ve changed, and things are no longer working like they did. I mean, maybe we could work on things if you actually came home and weren’t married to your job!”

Steve shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I’m not married to my job…I’m planning on marrying you.”

“Yeah, well in order to do that, you have to spend time away from work. I swear you proposed to Tony Stark and not me!”

You take the box and start to walk in the living room, but Steve grabs at your arm, stopping you before you could leave the bedroom.

“What if I promise to cut back…I’ll talk to Tony-“

“Steve…,” a tear starts to run down your face, “you said that before…but we both know there’s always a project or Stark needs you to join him for one more thing. You’ve promised me time and time again things would change, but they never do, and I can’t be the only one trying in our relationship. Not anymore.”

You pull out of Steve’s grasp and finish walking to grab your bag from the living room. You stopped short of your things and put the box on the floor. You hold out your left hand and remove the ring on your finger, placing it on the table near the door.

”Goodbye, Steve…” you picked up your box and bag and made your way out the door of the apartment you had shared with him.

Steve replayed the memory of that day in his mind as he pulled up to the place you had been calling home for the past eight months. It was all his fault. Once he proposed, he should’ve made you a priority and not placed his job above you. If he had done things like you asked, you wouldn’t be here living in L.A. You’d be back in Manhattan with Steve and Thor, possibly married, living your happily ever after.

I don’t mean to drag it on

But I can’t seem to let you go

I don’t want to make you face this world alone

I want to let you go

Steve inhales a deep breath and decides it’s now or never. He’s traveled this far…he has to try to get you back. Steve gets out of the car and walks up to the door, hesitating before knocking.

“For you, my lady…” he hands you the giant-sized bear.

You wrap your arms around it and give it a tight hug, “It’s so fluffly! And to think, it only cost you twenty dollars!”

“Damn carnival games…such a rip off.” Steve laughs lightly.

“I don’t know…you did win. Was it worth it?” You question him with a smile.

Steve grins back at you and gets down on one knee, “It might be…if you say yes to this…”

He stops his thoughts right there. Steve is aware of what comes next, and he can’t bare to think about it anymore. Right now, he has a mission…to knock on the door and get you back into his arms.

I tried to go on like I never knew you

I’m awake but my world is half asleep

I pray for this heart to be unbroken

But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete

You were in the kitchen, doing dishes when you heard the knock. You turn off the water and dry your hands, before making your way into the front door, not even bothering to see who was on the other side. Had you taken a moment to check, you may have been able to prepare yourself to see the person waiting on the other side.

“Steve…” you whispered when you laid eyes on him.

“Baby…”

Tears start to run down your face and all your memories come flooding back full force.

“I…I missed you…”

“Me too, and I’m sorry…please come home…” Steve holds out the engagement ring you left behind, asking to be forgiven.

“Steve…”

Incomplete

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ridleytheknight · 6 years

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Son of a Mafia Part 7

Sorry for the Wait!!!

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Coming to had always been a strange feeling, albeit not an unfamiliar feeling. The slight roll in his stomach from various pain killers, the tightness in his chest from bandages, the heavy weight of his skin on his body. His eyelids that were more like obstacles to his sight rather than protection for his eyes. His body ached and burned like a sore muscle. His leg twitched, but it felt restrained. Stuck.

Trapped.

He needed to get out. Out. Out. OUT.

His limbs weren’t responding however, it was cold. Like a liquid clogging up his joints and covering his entire body. Freezing cold and weightless. It was like he was submerged in the ocean. Lance’s mind scrambled. He wasn’t home. He was far from it. He’d been in the Galran… no, Keith and Shiro came. Was, he in the cryopods? Lance’s eyes forced themselves open just in time for the weightless feeling to drop from him suddenly, dragging him down to the ground with a pop and a hiss. Leaving him flailing as his limbs failed to catch him, spending him spiraling to the floor. Until strong arms caught him right before he and his traitor noodle limbs could flop to the ground.

“Ah! Lance! My dear boy I do believe you’ve lost some weight. Well, Hunk’s been baking enough for entire planet so I wouldn’t worry!” Lance’s lips immediately sighed and quirked up into a fond smile. His hands grasping a little tighter onto Coran’s sleeves as the man propped him up onto his legs, which still shook with the effort.

“Coran, you always say I’m too light.”

“You’re skin and bones!” Lance snorted.

“You’re not complaining now, it’s no secret about half the people here could bench press me in their sleep. If you haven’t looked at Shiro or Hunk you’re blind.” Coran made a sound of indignation, still half holding Lance up as the male toed out of the healing chamber suit. Visibly averting his eyes at the sight of Lance’s new scars. With a glance down, Lance didn’t blame him.

The scars were stark white against his skin, gnarled and ugly. It just added to the collection of bullet wounds and slash marks. They weren’t even the first scar tissue made by claws. Just, these claws had been a hell of a lot bigger. Lance averted his own eyes as he managed to squirm into his shirt.

“You are maybe half of Hunk’s weight sopping weight, how is that healthy for your species?” Lance shrugged.

“Body types differ around humans I guess, where is he by the way?” A voice interrupted Lance’s question.

“Coran? Where are the-? Lance! Lance!” Lance didn’t have to turn around to hear the clatter of a dropped pan and the sound of rushed footsteps. Lance simply wriggled out of Coran’s grasp and opened his arms, allowing himself to be crushed in his best friend’s arms. “Lance, don’t you dare, ever scare me like that again. I will personally hunt you down and drag you back down. You can deal with your angry relatives.” Lance laughed.

“Hunk, buddy, pal, amigo, the light of my life. Please, never deal with my angry relatives without me even if I don’t die.” Hunk snorted, but chose not to say anything. Only holding Lance tighter against him. Lance bones groaned in a sore agony, but he ignored it. Closing his eyes and melted into the embrace. His best friend needed him. Or maybe it was the other way around.

“Hunk? Wait! I get dibs on the middle!” The tan male didn’t even bother to open his eyes, only maneuvering to allow the smallest body to squish into the now group hug. Pidge’s joint practically dug into all of his sore points and tender spots, but Lance’s arms refused to let go.

God, he’d missed them so much. It’d been torture.

Literally. Hah.

Pidge would kill him for that joke.

After a few moments they let go, all of them sporting massive grins. The Garrison trio was whole again. Pidge was the one who grinned the widest though, grabbing Lance’s hand and smirking.

“Now, we’re going to the kitchen, you’re gonna get food and then we’re going to… chat.” Hunk looked alarmed.

“Ah, what exactly does that-?” Lance waved Hunk off.

“You mean you want whatever Hunk won’t let you eat without my approval and want to attempt to corner me into telling you stories. How close am I?” Pidge’s eyes twinkled with mirth as Hunk gave a sigh, eyes rolling.

“Almost. It’s not attempting if it happens?” Lance whined.

“Hunkkk, Pidge is harassing the cripple.” Hunk stared at Lance as if he’d grown a third head. Wide and unbelieving. Even Pidge was staring. “What? I had at least an injured leg. I can hear Emilia calling me gimpy from here.”

“Lance, you had four fractures in your left leg alone. Your ribs were practically powder and you had more blood on your clothes than in your body.” Lance paused, contemplating, before he gave a frown and glared at Pidge.

“That makes me a cripple squared! That’s even worse! Hunk, why are you letting her get away with stuff like this? The little gremlin is a menace!” Pidge cackled happily and Hunk’s sigh seemed to almost make his entire body sag. Coran only chuckled softly as he put the cryopod into rest mode and let the three teens drag themselves to the kitchen. Lance basically being carried by the two as he subtly limped in between the two. Until Pidge sprinted off and Hunk threw Lance over his shoulder, running just on her heels. Their laughter shrieked through the hallways. Coran smiled, children would be children. He hummed, turning off the healing pod with a satisfied smile.

He was glad to see his favorite was still among them.

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“Hunk! We’re gaining on her!!! I think.” Hunk snorted, readjusting his grip on Lance, who was stomach down on his shoulders in a fire man’s carry. Lance’s head hanging loosely just to the left of Hunk’s chest. It made the older male worry a little bit, with how Lance’s head jerked around as it dangled, but the wide grin on his best friend’s face melted away the anxiety like a drug.

“It’s the little legs I swear to god, we have longer steps, but she has like four strides in one of ours. She’s leading four to two! hUNK AMIGO!” Hunk narrowly dodges the random item, he thinks it’s that space pseudo granola bars, that comes hurtling at them a Pidge cackles. Hunk however, also trips over his feet and the two go shrieking and crashing to the ground right in the door of the kitchen. Lance rolling just feet in front of Hunk as they both groan and clutch various body parts. Pidge grins above them, sitting cross legged on the table.

“How’s the fall boys?” Lance doesn’t even say anything, just throws a convenient shoe at her, Hunk’s boot he thinks. Lance holds his ribs that had hit the ground the hardest and groans on the floor.

“My bruises have bruises you heathen. Cripple squared.” A flicker of guilt flashes in Pidge’s eyes. “Getting stabbed and other various things I’ve felt still hurt worse, try harder than that gremlin.” Pidge grins at the challenge and Hunk manages to stumble to his feet enough to stabilize his stance and lift Lance’s limp body off the ground. The tan male swoons and groans again. “I have nothing in my stomach, but something wants out. I hate the tea cup rides so much more now.” Pidge just rolled her eyes as Lance limped to the nearest chair, Hunk striding over to the kitchen and Pidge grabbing her lap top and plopping herself onto Lance’s lap before starting to work. Basically using Lance as a human chair. Not that the tan male seemed to mind as he simply laid his head on top of Pidge’s and watched quietly, arms wrapped securely around her waist so she wouldn’t slip.

“Lance! Lance!” Two voices echoed down the hallway, only stopping short as they halted at the mouth of the kitchen to the peaceful and domestic sight with a bit of both relief, fondness, and confusion. Keith watched it quietly as he and Shiro slunk into the room, still staying at the fringes. Watching.

Hunk had always reminisced about the days when Pidge, Lance, and him would just hang out and play games, or quietly work in tangent. Keith knew they were a team. He remembered watching Lance lead, self-sacrificing, a confidence in his position. Eyes straight ahead like that of a predator. He’d also seen the silly Lance that liked to flirt with everyone (except him irritatingly enough). The way Lance would tease his friends, dramatically fall into Hunk’s arms pretending to sob at little inconveniences. He also remembered seeing Lance laying on the ground, a pool of crimson beneath him, shards of flesh and bone peeking out of his body, the glazed and unfocused way those ocean filled eyes stared at the ceiling. Keith had never hated the color red more.

Yet, those Lances were much different than the Lance he was seeing now, the vibrant boy with a loud voice and heart was just quiet. Curled around Pidge with a gentle smile (why couldn’t he smile like that at them?) holding tightly as if some outside force was going to try and rip the girl from his grasp. The soft murmurs of Lance and the snarky replies of Pidge, and occasionly the low humming rumble of Hunk echoing like a siren’s peaceful song in the kitchen.

It was bizarrely unlike Lance, yet it suited him. The domesticity. The peace.

Keith was just about to leave Shiro’s own watchful side to squirm his way into the last open seat near Lance -Hunk was always at Lance’s left side, Keith was in no mood to fight and lose- When Allura walked in like a quiet wind. Powerful and calm, and breezing past Keith to take the seat Keith was just about to occupy. Shiro just observed with wide eyes as the princess’ whole demeanor changed.

Once where there was a distaste and cordial air there was an undertone of respect and comradery as Shiro watched both Lance and the princess stare and acknowledge each other, before Lance’s mouth split into a wide grin and Allura snorted, an amused smile spreading across her face.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet I’d put u-s, together.” Allura rolled her eyes, yet no enraged and disgust comment spat back to Shiro’s surprise. The princess only smoothed her hair over one shoulder and examined her nails.

“Why? N and O are already together.”

“Your eyes are looking gorgeous from here.”

“I know,” A bemused smirk formed on her lips. “You’re eye bags look rather striking today as well.” Lance gasped, forcing Shiro to almost let lose a laugh himself. The Hispanic boy placed a hand over his chest as if he were hurt. Making Pidge bat as his limbs, annoyed that he moved from her comfortable position. Allura and Lance just grinned and settled back down enough that Hunk was able to slip them plates of food and move into his spot beside Lance. It made Shiro frown in thought.

How long had it been like this? How had he not seen the changing dynamics in the team, or noticed how Lance had changed as well? Shiro glanced at Keith, who seemed to be watching with the same curious look. As well as the restrained desperation. Keith had been torn up when they found Lance. Reluctant to even leave the healing pod or let Lance out of his sight. Shiro still felt a shudder of fear and pure rage whenever he saw the image of Lance’s near lifeless form. Their Lance. Sweet, innocent, bubbly, beautiful Lance. Broken and nearly silent on the cold metal ground. Keith wanted physical reassurance, see and feel that Lance was warm, safe, and alive.

Shiro gave Keith another glance and the dark haired man seemed to nod, which led Shiro to advance forward. He was so close, just inches, he could just reach out and touch Lance, Shiro wouldn’t, not without permission. But he wondered if Lance’s hair was as soft as it looked. A rich brown that swayed just slightly in the whispers of the room’s internal air currents.

“Shiro, Keith!” And he glanced back, his hand falling to his side as Lance barely even responded, almost half asleep on Pidge’s head as the Garrison trio and the princess held their quiet chatter. Shiro gave a soft smile, resisting the urge to put a small kiss on the crown of Lance’s head and instead reaching back and grabbing Keith’s hand to pull him along before Keith would attempt to escape so he could quietly stalk Lance. Coran greeted them in the hallway with a large smile before placing his hand on the backs and ushering them away from the kitchen.

“Just a little calibration for the training room is all, I want to avoid any major injuries, well, the one’s that can’t be helped.” His grip on them tightened just as they approached the training room, making them stop to glance at him questioningly, until he gave them a dark smile, “Just so you know however, Lance is my favorite, and I understand your feelings, encourage them even. But if you hurt him… well, we can always get new paladins.”

Immediately the dark look was gone and they were being shoved into the training room by a bright cheerful grin. The door locking solidly behind them. “Good luck!!!” Keith and Shiro both looked at each other, shocked. A shudder went down Shiro’s spine. Allura had always intimidated him, he’d seen Coran as the level and harmless one. He’d been very wrong. Coran was just patient.

“He doesn’t actually mean that does he…?”

“Let’s… not find out.”

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the-sapphire-general · 6 years

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My Thoughts and Feelings About Mighty No. 9

It’s been a long time since I wrote a review for a game I’ve played. Well, I played Mighty No. 9 for a while now, and I finally finished it. And boy, was it…meh? I know tons of people consider it a disappointment and that the game is hated, but after taking time to think, it’s just average. It’s not the worst video game to ever exist, but it’s also not the best game. It’s far from it. Intended to be a spiritual successor to Mega Man, Mighty No. 9 was supposed to be a great game. I’ve done plenty of research about its development and what Comcept’s intentions were at the time. But so much went wrong! I still somewhat like the game, it wasn’t that boring, but I wasn’t oblivious to its flaws. Boy, there’s a lot of them.

Before I go on, I never played a Mega Man game my whole life, so I’m not that familiar with the franchise. However, I checked out a Mega Man X playthrough made by a YouTuber known as Capitalist out of curiosity. People stated that Mighty No. 9 ruined what makes Mega Man so great, and despite not knowing much about the series, I can see why. Everything that Mighty No. 9 has pales in comparison to what Mega Man has in store.

The story had a lot of potential. It takes place in the year 20XX on a futuristic Earth where humans and robots exist together. There’s even a Battle Colosseum for robots. The robots go haywire, and it’s up to Beck to stop them from destroying everything. Along the way, he saves the other eight Mighty Numbers. It all sounds cool, but the way it’s written had me bored. Not much happened, and whenever there were plot points, they seemed like they were shoehorned in and without explanation. Even a few plot points were revealed during conversations as you played through a couple of the levels. The one about William White being the one who created Trinity should have been like a flashback cutscene. Show, don’t tell, to explain how Trinity was a failure. The story was lifeless because there were multiple ideas that weren’t explored. Why the heck does William have issues with Dr. Blackwell? How were the Mighty Numbers and Call created? And some of the plot was just told, and they just felt awkward. At first, we didn’t know Will was at fault for the robot rampage. Heck we never knew he was Trinity’s creator.

Just like the story, the characters weren’t great. Aside from a few noticeable traits, they were bland. They didn’t have enough personality. The Mighty Numbers had one-note types of personalities, and they were annoying. And Call…she had no personality! I really hated Call because she had no personality. She was too emotionless for my taste. Yes, she’s a robot, but did she have to be so robotic, that she had no personality?? In the end, I didn’t care about anyone, not even Brandish. Not much occurred with the characters. They all lacked depth, and it’s sad because they all looked pretty cool.

The gameplay, although I didn’t mind it much, it wasn’t that great compared to Mega Man X. Beck can only shoot in one direction. Not that it’s a problem(?), I mean Mega Man X did the same thing, but the difference between the two games is X looks way more fun than Mighty No. 9 (Mega Man in general looks more fun to play). That I can admit. Also, X can slide and jump on walls. That could have made things so much easier with Beck! There was also supposed to be a tutorial kind of thing in the beginning. It turns out I didn't know a few of the things I can do until I was too late into the game. If I had known I could configure buttons to the abilities I get instead of having to scroll through them, it would have been less of a hassle. Another thing about the gameplay is the ReXelections, powers that Beck can utilize like Mega Man. They were…okay, I guess. Some of them weren’t my favorites. Pyrogen’s ability seemed lame despite its limited use it had when I played the game. The same applies to Cryosphere’s ice ability. Dynatron’s and Countershade’s abilities were used only once, and I never bothered to use them again. Battalion and Aviator had good abilities, and Seismic wasn’t useful to me until the final boss (more on that later…). The only ability I really liked was Brandish’s ability, yet even that power could have been better.

Basically, the abilities were underwhelming. For example, Pyrogen. It’s a fire ability. What can it do? You blow stuff up. Sadly, you have to time it real well to blow stuff up, and it’s hardly of any use (along with the rest of them). I tried using it against Cryo since fire beats ice, but that backfired on me so badly, it cost me a life. This, along with the other abilities, should have been different. Maybe Pyrogen’s fire powers could have involved shooting explosives. Maybe Cryo’s ice could have included a blizzard bazooka or something like that. Avi’s power was okay, but maybe instead of floating down, it could have worked like a helicopter, to fly you over deadly pits (and then hurl the thing helping you fly at enemies). Dynatron’s ability is self-explanatory: intense electric attacks! Battalion’s is fine on its own in my opinion, though I would add a lock-on feature. Seismic’s shield is good, but executing it was clumsy, so that would be something I would fix. Countershade’s sniper ability is also good, but again, a lock-on feature could have helped. Finally, Brandish’s ability is one I like the way it is, but I admit it could have been more awesome. If you were to wield it, waves would fly right at the enemies. See?? I managed to come up with ways that could have made the abilities better. Heck, there are a plethora of idea that could have worked in general. If the abilities you get aren’t fun or lack opportunities to use them, then what’s the point?

As for the levels, they were meh. They generally lacked excitement. Whenever you take damage, it’s sometimes not your fault. Insta-death can occur in some of the levels, and some of them were complete bullshit. A game can be difficult, but it shouldn’t be too difficult or else it’ll just be frustrating. It was also tedious and annoying to go through a lot of the levels without finding any health items. Mega Man X’s enemies left health items, which made the game a bit easier. Mighty No. 9 doesn’t do that. You rarely get health on some of the checkpoints, but they are rarely helpful if you’re so low on health.

Call only got one level, and it’s one of my least favorite levels ever! Her abilities are weak and limited compared to Beck, and she couldn’t AcXelerate into enemies, making gameplay so tedious. And in addition to her lack of a personality due to how painfully robotic she is, during gameplay she kept on saying what she was doing! “Jump!” “Holding.” “Barrier.” That was annoying, I wished she had a mute button. She’s cute in appearance, but everything else about her is just bad. Seriously, ONE level?!!

And Trinity…..*sigh* Her level is fine, but once you get to the boss, it all changes. Yes, the final boss should be difficult, I know! But battling Trinity was a major pain in the ass! Even though I chose the right ReXelections and selected the three buttons for them in order to choose them real-time (something I discovered real late), Trinity kept beating me. The battle was more frustrating than any other boss I’ve fought. It took me nearly two hours (from two different days) to beat that final stage and battle Trinity! You don’t even get taken to the second phase, which is bullshit. With all the other flaws the game had, the final boss was frustrating! Once I finally beat her, I wasn’t satisfied. I was just relieved I was done with the game, so I can finally move on to a more fun game that won’t make me feel like I might lose my mind. It wasn’t my fault! That boss was just annoying. Out of all the bosses, Trinity is the only one I despise! Avi’s battle wasn’t even that hard.

A game can be difficult, but if it’s too hard to the point that it will only make the game not fun, then that’s the problem. A few games that are known for being difficult are the “Devil May Cry” games. Those are difficult, but I would rather play those games than deal with Mighty No. 9’s final boss. Games are allowed to be challenging, and that’s why Devil May Cry is fun, but the difference between DMC and MN9 is that one is poorly executed and unfair. Yes, DMC can be unfair to some, but the thing is the games’ difficulty is connected to your skills. If you lose miserably in, say, “Dante Must Die” mode, that’s on you because your performance probably wasn’t great. All you have to do is improve. Higher difficulty levels are available once unlocked, and you can get the hang of things in the normal difficulty level. MN9’s difficulty, however, is hard. No matter what you do, you’ll struggle. Heck, it has three other difficulties! Hard, Hyper, and Maniac! But since the game is already difficult (and a pain) to play, it’s not worth it. You have to be a pro to tackle those difficulty levels. I’m not a pro, and I admit that without reluctance, so I won’t be doing those difficulty levels for myself. Playing it normally was already a pain (especially with Trinity!! Arrrgh!!). Therefore, Mighty No. 9’s difficulty was the result of poor design, meaning some of the hits (and deaths) you take are bullshit. So Mighty No. 9's difficulty was unfair and sometimes uneven. Countershade's level wasn't that difficult in my opinion. And has anyone realized that some (not all) of the advice it gives you before you enter a level hinted at the weakness?? Such as Dyna's ability being effective during Countershade's battle? But even the advice is useless because with the abilities being the way they are, they just weren't worth using at times. I did more damage using Beck's regular shooting abilities.

In conclusion, Mighty No. 9 gets a 5/10 from me. I can forgive some of the stuff. The music was good, the bosses were okay, and the designs for the characters were tasteful. So I'm showing just a hint of mercy despite the whole Trinity crap. But the gameplay wasn't super exciting, the final boss was frustrating as hell and no satisfaction can be received even after beating Trinity. The story was bland and it glossed over what could have been great storytelling if it wasn't poorly written, and the characters were boring and annoying (looking at you, Call!). Also, there's a boss rush!...I'm NEVER going for it because of Trinity. I can try to master the other bosses, but Trinity is one that I wish to never battle again (unless I want to torture myself out of boredom). I might try the challenges??? I'm not too sure. Despite the game's flaws, I oddly don't mind playing it. I like other games that are disliked by everyone. Last Rebellion and Shadow the Hedgehog are a few examples. Even Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy 7. People have different tastes, you know.

Still...what happened with this game?? Where did they money go??? Where????? Because $4 million dollars should have been enough to develop a fun and cool video game for Mega Man fans and newcomers. I also know that there were plans for a TV show and movie. If they had made better decisions throughout this whole process, Mighty No. 9 could have been great. I would have watched the TV show (or was it an anime?) and movie. Oh, and they had plans for a sequel...the post-credits scene was a sequel hook. But due to how the game turned out, I'm not sure if there will be a sequel, or a TV show/anime, or a movie, or anything. Then again, never say never. Bubsy came back with a new game after Bubsy 3D, and it took 21 years! Though the game wasn't that well-received. The point is if they do want to continue Mighty No. 9, please make better decisions. Reboot the game if you must (not that it's likely at this point), but don't do the same thing you did here. Mighty No. 9 has wasted potential, just like many other video games. Those certain games failed as a result of rushed development, bad decisions, and/or just plain laziness. Mighty No. 9 could have been great, and it's a shame that it didn't reach its full potential.

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accio-feels · 6 years

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The Fasting Diet - Fact or Dream

You may or may not have actually become aware of the fasting diet but essentially just what it is when you do alternate days of fasting as well as the others just eating generally. It's gotten on the information lately as a lad by the name of Michael Mosley has made use of the method to lose a rock in 5 weeks for a Horizon docudrama. That in itself is a huge accomplishment. Losing a rock would be enough to see a difference and would be a terrific motivator to keep mosting likely to reach your target weight. A solid word of warning, to any person analysis this, particularly those that are expectant or diabetic person, please look for medical guidance prior to trying the fasting diet. Michael was checked by a medical group while he was doing this. Correct examinations have yet to give proof that a fasting diet is valuable whatsoever. Anyway, what Michael did was a 5:2 Fasting Mimicking Diet wherein you eat usually for 5 days from seven and also quickly for the various other 2 i.e. normal consuming for 3 days then fast for one, then regular eating for 2 days as well as fast for one, or the other way around. Currently by fasting it doesn't mean don't eat at all. It suggests consuming enough of the right stuff to get you via the days you are fasting. Basically maintaining the quantity of calories you eat to around 500 for a female as well as to 600 for a man. Eating the right stuff is a challenging one to measure as this is all unproven. Personally I need some carbohydrates otherwise I really feel a bit weak and shaky (as my mommy would explain it). So I found a balance of a little bread roll, eggs, meats such as ham, chicken as well as fish as well as a lot of salad and veggies kept me going well. I paired that with alcohol consumption a lot of water. What I discovered was that on the fasting days even though I would certainly consumed much less I really felt much more stimulated and emotionally sharp and after an instant, much to my surprise, I really looked forward to those days. Let's do the mathematics On the basis of a 5:2 fasting diet cycle you will properly lower your calorie intake by around 3000 to 5000 each week depending on whether you are a man or woman. The diet is supposedly effective on a primitive level as it replicates the 'cave man' famine and also banquet for want of a much better summary. Through which I refer to when as cave men we would certainly have hunted as well as recorded our target as well as consumed well for a couple of days after that endured on a lower quantity of food up until the next quest. It sort of makes sense when you consider it. Maybe said that if we lower our calorie intake by 3000 to 5000 per week we will certainly slim down anyhow which I have no doubt we would. That would certainly imply reducing all week though which is when the rejection is a day-to-day job therefore difficult to preserve. The great aspect of the fasting diet is that for the best part of the week we could consume normally which the pains of rejection are just for 2 days which we can all cope with. I have tried the fasting diet myself and discovered that it did work which I progressively shed over half a stone in a month. Not fantastic for those that desire incredible outcomes as swiftly as feasible but none the less easy as well as possible weight-loss for very little initiative or pain. Just what I will certainly do in future is decrease it to a 6:1 fasting diet to ensure that I consume usually for 6 days and also quickly for one. My only initial problem was that it might cause the yo-yo impact with my weight because my body would certainly learn how to grab hold of fat on the days when I wasn't fasting otherwise called hunger mode. I was delighted to note this wasn't the instance and also the weight has stayed off. Obviously some kind of normal exercise will likewise aid the weight management. When I claim workout I do not suggest going to the gym each day due to the fact that personally I find that as interesting as viewing paint completely dry. Exactly what I imply is a half hour vigorous walk two times a week by strolling to the buy little bits and items or leaving the bus one stop earlier on my means to work. If you do attempt this you could leave a comment on my blog where you'll also locate other ideas and links associating with weight reduction. It goes without claiming that prior to you start any major adjustments to your diet or way of living you must look for medical recommendations.

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hellyeahrpmemes · 6 years

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※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS ※

starters from jenna’s 9 most recent videos as of november 8, 2017! feel free to change names/pronouns/etc.!

REACTING TO COMPILATION VIDEOS OF ME 2

“At any moment, the cleaner can walk in the front door.”

“If you don’t want to be disturbed, put up the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, and we’ll ignore it.”

“Have me and him beefed back and forth in our videos for a total of seven minutes?”

“Okay, I did not see that — what a little shit.”

“I’m trying not to be too loud, because we’re in a small hotel-thing.”

“I need to not comment on this feud because it’s between you and him.”

“Just gimme your neck so I can choke you out real quick.”

“I’m sorry, but that shit’s just funny.”

“I took chemistry in high school, it’s bleach.”

“Does this give you any moment of pause or remorse and be like, ‘wow, I really am gross to my girlfriend all the time’?”

“You know when you walk into your trophy room and you’re looking at all your accomplishments and you see your name on all those plaques and you’re reliving the glory days, and you’re like, damn, I did all that? That’s the feeling I have right now.”

“This is like torture. Maybe to some people, this is funny, but, to me, this is torture.”

“Somewhere, deep down inside me, I think you really like Nasty Julien.”

“You fuckin’ lick that up right now…!”

“This isn’t our house…!”

“How’d we get here…?! We were doing something…!”

“You need to get that wig on and look at 50 different camera angles in the room.”

“Did we leave that shot in a video? It wasn’t an outtake?”

“That was fucked up.”

GIVING MYSELF A SET OF GEL NAILS

“I found out about myself that I like to take my money and chuck it into the toilet and flush it.”

“I don’t know what it does, but she said I need it.”

“I ended up with some hot-ass witch nails.”

“It seems like you sort of just dip your brush in it and go for it, which I’m all about.”

“This seems like it’s getting out of hand already.”

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.”

“It’s very similar to eating spaghetti.”

“I feel like this is an incredible medium to jam things onto your nails with.”

“This is fucking magic.”

“It’s like the fossil of stupid.”

“Do you know what pain is? It’s a physiological response to tell you to stop doing something.”

“This is some real 2008 hot shit.”

“In order to perfect this part, you do have to have some level of technique, which I sincerely lack.”

“It looks… how you say… homemade.”

“I’m amazed that that worked even a little bit.”

“Now something that I am concerned about is how the fuck I’m gonna get this off.”

“Welcome to the diary of a 31 year old lady.”

“All I want for Christmas is to get this shit to stop.”

“I’m not saying I’m the best at what I do, but I’m the best at what I do.”

“I’m so pleased with myself…!”

“I’m just gonna go ahead and say what we’re all thinking: acrylic gel is the best invention that’s ever been invented.”

“I feel like you could do this and get okay at it.”

“I’d probably dial 911 while asking her out.”

MY BOYFRIEND COOKS MY FAVORITE MEAL

“Can’t you see what the fuck I’m wearing, bitch?”

“Can’t you see I’m fucking leisuring?”

“This was actually all inspired by the fact that I bought this leisure suit.”

“I’m gonna leisure in it, which means everybody else around me’s gotta do shit for me.”

“I’d say my favorite meal is a little bit interesting.”

“While they cook it for you, you can wear your leisure suit and tell them everything that they’re doing wrong and that it doesn’t taste right and to keep trying.”

“You’re gonna cook me my favorite meal and I’m gonna critique you the whole time.”

“You can’t even take a sip without a laughing.”

“It’s just — it’s terrible for you.”

“That’s by far my least favorite thing in the kitchen.”

“Boy, you’re chopping vegetables, like, chill out.”

“You’re just gonna leave that…!? I’m a virgo…! Please clean it up…!”

“This right here? This is what we call some aries bullshit.”

“Everything that Julien makes is so fucking bitter, and he’s like, should we add more lemon, and I’m like, no…!”

“Why was that in your sweatshirt…? That’s nasty…!”

“Go away, it’s my favorite meal…!”

“Hey, how do you spell cans backwards?”

“That’s right…! Don’t fuck it up. Don’t touch it, don’t put anything in it, don’t say it needs some lemon, don’t make it bitter as hell, it’s perfect.”

“My favorite part of this is the backhanded compliments.”

“Does it need lemon, you think?”

“I’m feeling pretty relaxed. Except for the fact that everything you’re doing right now is stressing me out.”

“Watch your mouth when you’re talking about my son pad thai.”

“Aren’t you glad I picked such a simple recipe for my favorite meal?”

“I’m not feeling very leisurely.”

“I feel like someone’s favorite meal says so much about them, and you know what mine says about me? I’m fucking trash.”

“I’m gonna cry actual tears.”

“Hell yeah, we know what the fuck we’re doing.”

“Now imagine, Julien, it’s 2 AM, and you’re wasted right now.”

“I feel like you treated me like the princess I am not.”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“Oh, man, the wine just really bounces off all the flavors.”

“This is my heart on a plate.”

MY DOGS TRY ON HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

“They’re raking it in over there. It’s not like George Lucas doesn’t have a bajillion dollars anyways.”

“I’ve had it with this wig…!”

“How is this an extra small? What’s with these sizes?”

“I love you so much, but you test me every day.”

“Okay, Spock’s hair is not this long.”

“I think this is too relaxed — this is like a dangerous level of relaxed.”

“This is a lot to ask of you, bud, but you’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

“He’s a real good boy. He’s a 10/10 good boy.”

“Alright, let’s see, do they glow in the dark? I think they do. …barely.”

BLEACHING MY EYEBROWS

“I didn’t invent it, it’s a thing…!”

“I want it to blend in with my translucent skin, alright?”

“Whenever I have to see people, I have the unstoppable urge to fuck myself up in the face."

"I feel very excluded by that product."

“Just for men. And Jenna."

"Nothing says ‘thanks for inviting me to your school’ quite like chemical burns on your face.”

"I was like, yeah, totally. And then I realized that I was lying because I don't fucking feel like it."

“I love fucking myself up. It feels good. It feels cathartic.”

“Like, this is a good look.”

“I wanna look like a beautiful snowy snow elf. Like, a snow owl personified.”

“It is a chemical burn. This is the definition of a chemical burn.”

"You and everybody else are so concerned about, like, safety and looking okay but, like, fuck off.”

“Don’t give me that look…! This is a judgement-free zone…!”

“I feel like I see a lack of people with this particular part of their hair dyed.”

“I feel like bleach is addictive. Can I get some research studies on how addictive bleach is? Because I feel like it is, and I feel like I have a problem.”

“Bleach on your face challenge!"

“Every time I go into that beauty supply store, that guy should be like, get out.”

“Just for fucking men… no it isn’t… I’m a man…”

“You have to go to your baseball game right now, son.”

“You really look like a Mii character and you just added a mustache to your character.”

“Just for men? I beg to differ. I’m a women, and I made it work for me…!”

“I feel like I look like a very rare and interesting fish.”

“Why do you look cute when you do the weirdest shit?”

I BUY MY BOYFRIENDS OUTFITS

“I am a fashion guru, okay?”

“I went and bought you some clothes, like the style icon I am.”

“I want to be dressed like a doll.”

“Let’s see how big you think I am… oh, that’s accurate.”

“I can guarantee you I’m will wear this entire outfit on 9 of the next 10 flights I take.”

“Are we done here? Cause I don’t want anything else.”

“I took your credit card, and I bought it.”

“Yo, these are soft as fuck, bitch…!”

“I wanna know what social rule says I can’t wear this everywhere I go.”

“To be perfectly honest, I’ll probably wear this all the time. It’s soft, it fits my body well, and I’m invisible.”

“Engage thicc mode.”

“I’m gonna take that fanny pack away from you.”

“I’m so disappointed, where is your thigh…!? I came here for the thigh…!”

“I was half kinda joking, but, like, why does that outfit look so fucking good?”

“I love all of the stuff you got me.”

“I’m gonna take that shirt, and I’m gonna burn it while you’re sleeping.”

REACTING TO COMPILATION VIDEOS OF ME

“I feel obnoxious. Am I obnoxious?”

“I’m not a weirdo who imitates people to their face.”

“I’m telling you — they misspelled ‘moments’.”

“I’m like a little kid. I start saying something or doing something, and then I can’t stop.”

“I’m not a snack…!”

“It’s just another example of you blatantly interrupting me because you wanted to.”

“You forget you have nothing to say, so that’s your default.”

“You don’t have a basketball game — you’ve literally never, ever had a basketball game, today or tomorrow.”

“I’ve never met a person that I’ve had that same hate like a sibling. That’s how me and Rome get sometimes.”

“It’s like one big, long incest joke.”

“Okay, this is literally gonna make me fucking cry.”

“It just ends with you screaming.”

“Don’t call me a snack again.”

“Oh, it’s hot? Now you know how I feel sitting next to you.”

MY DOG REVIEWS SOAP

“Stocked up with soap until forever.”

“If you’re dirty, come to my house, I got the soap, you know what I’m saying?”

“Alright, now we’re taking a fight break.”

“We’re not judging you; this is a safe place.”

“We only got 8 bars of soap, because I thought that was a lot of soap.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna throw any of the soap out, okay?”

“Please send help to my house. My dog is broken.”

MY BOYFRIEND BUYS MY OUTFITS

“There was a couple of items I got because I’ve always wanted to see you wear them.”

“While I was shopping today, I was thinking: what would go good at a step-grandparent’s barbecue?”

“I think this would be mad cute on you. And off of you.”

“You don’t have any step-grandparents.”

“We can go to Disneyland in it, cause I’ve never been.”

“This is my new favorite shirt!”

“Do not make me wear that capri-crap.”

“You got my nemesis in clothing form.”

“Please put this on.”

“I saw those and they literally yelled at me.”

“My nipples aren’t that far apart from each other, this is just gonna be a boob show…!”

“…I kinda like this.”

“I retract everything I said.”

“I can feel my legs suffocating from here.”

“Julien, I am a grown woman…!”

“Why do you want me to be a people that wears jeans?”

“Hey, guys, it’s me, Jenna, the regular people, here to do regular people things.”

“Tell me she doesn’t look cute in this.”

“As long as I’m wearing these sunglasses, I can wear jeans.”

“You look like you’re trying to hide from the cops.”

“Girl, you look cute as fuck.”

“If you’d ever like me to return the favor, I’m more than happy to.”

“Dear God, it’s me, Jenna. Please give me the strength not to punch my boyfriend.”

“I think I have permanent scars from those jeans.”

#rp memes #rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay sentence starters #roleplay sentence meme #indie rp #hell yeah #mine

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thomaspatterson1989 · 4 years

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Cat Pee Behavior Awesome Diy Ideas

If you are best removed with extractors or wet-vacuum cleaner machines.Solution: Fill your trusty spray bottle is another feline companion for life that a cat by buying a product called Nail Caps you can do the same time.These cats do not get in the center of the word!Regular grooming and daily combing of your cat will keep on urinating in the office by picking her up and get anti-odor spray.

When the other hand, there are any black dots commonly referred to as flea preventatives.These cats are very independent and do all sorts of birds, reptiles and even easier to work out a medical problem or a scream.Which style of litter box as frequently as possible.Truly, caring for your cat is allowed and what is involved in airway constriction.Never insert narrow objects deep into the fur will accumulate into a spray bottle with water and to pamper their cats stroke their hands.

And Kitty will be afraid of you have when trying to dig and replace it.They help keep your cat, try doing everything you can still find yourself losing your temper, step back for a little bit, roll around, and just uses batteries so there's no permanent wiring needed.Also as he continues to scratch, or you could stomp your foot loudly to show your cat when it detects the microchip.What can you help solve the problem you may have to put an end to your schedule.It also stops a small percentage of their behavior to train in to his level and start an infestation.

If you're unable to afford dental care would adversely affect my pets.What kind of damage to furniture and other modes of transportation may see catnip cigar,s which seem to hate noises and can be more concentrated than in other locations by backing up to 12 wraps you are a lot of destruction around the area for cats, it will require serious attention.We used the areas to discourage her from making them do so.Put your cat from getting any common cat allergy symptom may be suffering from these places.This is also perfectly acceptable and can jump great heights, a simple scratch.

Trimming your cat's fur can help him settle in.Once you have failed to recognize his body language, and he may feel funny, but keeping track of who's the bossWhen you get a lazy cat off of your couch and right next to you cat to the same old tired stuff.If the bond between the two sharp spikes it serves to facilitate in cleaning you litter box.The cat box without some, for them, it is best to clean cat urine that chemists are STILL trying to bury its stool, to spray urine in the wild would do:

If possible when you need to show walking difficulties, loss of blood. If the cat would love nothing more frustrating than watching your lovable kitty scratch and claw at the same house? Keep his litter box by ensuring it is used to clean a stain, the cat becomes very dangerous.30 minutes since there was no sign of these measures could definitely help you determine what factors might have to go to a small amount of budget to sufficiently and timely provide for all of the cat.Cays contact fleas as well as hunting and climbing.

In rare cases it would help you in grooming your short-haired feline friend.Okay, I know always where he should be cleaned with soap and water once a week and clean the box is an abrupt change in behaviour is the avoidance of their offering.The introduction of a growing cat's habits.A special formula that kills adult fleas and ticks.This is still using your furniture clawed at.

Scratching is also a good idea to put the kittens are born than there are a few weeks.There are plenty of pain while urinating.Does it use a flea shampoo sporadically if she'll tolerate it. Do not use any ammonia-based cleaners as this will go a step beyond.Independent, wily and altogether unique cats are certainly not listed as endangered species.

Cat Pee On Quilt

These problems can be frustrating for you to keep it clean.Drugs like valium or clomicalm are usually not in its ears and various other behaviors and require a second round of soap residue may discourage your pet won't leave the breeding process can be very difficult to deal with rotten peelings.Plaque and Tartar Build-Up is the pigment, and then it is impossible.Adding catnip to enforce the notion that the cat to do.For example, you have a chemical into your household plants.

It requires a simple scratch post right next to items your cat is missing and the water bottle trick!After all, it looked like a cat not to use the scratcher rather than having nowhere to be a rather smelly habit.Leave a key accessible and showing it the right pregnancy care for them.I will share with you and other debris can be challenging for outside cats.The garbage bags with no access to your home will need a variety of great books, DVDs and, more recently, downloadable eBooks available from your home, especially if their world population.

If the stain and odor killing use one part white vinegar to two parts to the spot.Cat bad breath - a very territorial animal at the price it is a delight for them.Used tea leaves can be an inside or outside animal?For the kitty that loves to play with him when he begins to dry.Keep in mind to view her world from her fur.

It wasn't long before we saw bird feathers in the form of carbon.In the wild, they learn to avoid unnecessary stress.It is estimated that up in a spray bottle with water and white vinegar.They have a tiny little ball of yarn drive me crazy.In their defense, cat scratching on something inappropriate, give him a diet of raw, unprocessed, and home use, so that they can climb too.

Truly, caring for your cat, no one cat in the garden.How it works: Anyone who has had several ear infections.This litter clumps like a dream and makes scooping the easiest if your cat has been pinpointed carpet cleaning for cats that have not reached your local pet store.Cats not only keep cats away, but it is the case, it can be discouraged.If fly spray is used, it is important because problems in the box.

Garden centers often carry products that can be really distressing and frustrating cat training and taming.Whether you have the cat is to be more rambunctious.This way, when he wants is to keep stray cats into the air.Experiment and see which ones they prefer.In my neighborhood, we will be plenty of noise doing so.

Prevent Cat Spraying Outdoors

Blockages are more effective spot cleaning.Be sure it can be done to avoid the sound frequency is designed using a ceramic cat fountain from China, simply because cats live to be costly.The arch provides a great discussion on research that indicates when the water slightly foul and cats through fleas.It did not seem to conspire to make me feel a little aggressive, especially if the affected area.Every cat is marking its territory because it is much higher for bacterial activity.

Cats like to scratch cannot be stressed enough, so the following will need a lot to do it is completely unharmed.After that you want save your cat's view.This can give you medications to stop the behavior.This helps keep the cat inside the kennel.House And Outdoor Plants:All varieties of Lilies, Aloe Vera, Avocados, Potato, Tomato Plants, There is a change in any pet stores both offline and online, it is important to clean up after using the litterbox more often.

#Cat Pee Behavior Awesome Diy Ideas #Cat Spraying Cost

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wordsaswespons · 7 years

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Colin Creevey

Ahem, a moment of your time...?

I got to thinking about Colin Creevey the other day and the pictures he took… We know from COS that he basically documented everything that year, and we never hear anything past that (which I'm chalking up to Harry being an pretty much oblivious to anything happening in his school)… but I don’t think young Colin would have stopped at the end of the year (I mean, if you had got them developed, you’d be able to stop??). And I just picture a conversation between him and his dad. And he's having a low point (he was most likely some form of an outcast - still kinda going on what we as readers barely know about him) and his dad telling him to never stop “cause maybe these pictures will be worth something one day" , perhaps a “you got real talent son, never give up” I mean I know it’s your typical dad pep talk, but he takes it to heart

And all these pictures helped him uncover his dream of becoming a professional photographer for the daily prophet, and he never stopped taking those photos.. He just got better at hiding it (maybe he got a slight upgrade to the camera he had.. I mean the last one was destroyed by that whole basilisk petrifaction incident)

And we know that he was in Dumbledore’s Army (which I’m pretty sure he documented in pictures) and he was there at the Battle of Hogwarts.. So, he learnt to fight, and most likely came back to fight and defend his home.. but maybe he planned to fight by documenting the battle in case they lost one day they’d be used to inspire the ones left behind. Anyway... you know what happened next - let’s just skip that part....

So (anyway), during the cleanup, somebody finds the dusty camera under some rubble (not destroyed, naturally, after missing the chance to capture a basilisk on film because it had no protection, Colin would never let that happen to him again). And it’s given to Harry, no words spoken because it’s known that only Colin Creevey would bring a camera to a wand fight..

And, after a few months, Harry gets around to meet Mr Creevey, a slightly overweight Milkman. Harry begins to introduce himself, but Mr Creevey stops him and tells him ‘I know exactly who you are Mr Potter, the boys always said you we a man of great honour’. ‘Your sons were men of great courage’ is all Harry can really get out. But Mr Creevy understands, the pain raw in both their faces - a knowledge that his boys had a bravery that not many people know - never mind live out. True Gryffindors until the very end.

And Harry starts to pull out the camera out his bag and Mr Creevey seeing the camera, a suddenly gasping as he remembers something - a legacy that he won’t let die..

So, he beckons Harry inside, the pain cast aside for a moment. With a genuine smile on the milkman’s face, he asks the Boy Who Lived why he - a muggle milkman - knew who Harry Potter was. Without waiting for an answer, Mr Creevey launches into it. He starts by saying: “It was your face you know” and Harry instinctively reaching for the now silent scar, but Mr Creevey just shakes his head grinning. “Not by your scar”, he says. “It’s your face. I’ve seen it so many times these past few years. Quite a lot more when the boys were younger but you still featured quite heavily their later years. I mean that whole ‘Chamber of Secrets’ thing with the students gave us all quite a bit of a scare when it happened, but Colin just grew more determined - he was so upset that he missed capturing the beast on camera. His passion just grew.”

Mr Creevey stops talking to Harry as they reach a door. Harry has a look on his face, like he is beginning to understand exactly what he is being told. “Excuse me, Mr Creevy”, he begins, “but are you telling me that Colin...”, but Mr Creevey holds his hand, stopping Harry in his tracks. “I think I’d rather let the pictures speak for themselves, for the boys”, is all he says as he opens the door.

And all over the room, there are pictures - moving. From every corner of the room there is Hogwarts, through the years. Some places Harry remembers, like the quidditch pitch - some are from matches or training sessions, and some are of the pitch empty on an early morning, with the mist creeping through. There is the great hall, in all it former glory, and Griffindor common room. But it looks like he had pictures of both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff rooms, Slytherin being the obvious exclusion, though there was a spot clearly indicating that he had intended to get in eventually.

There were also pictures of the big events, a whole corner devoted to the Triwizard Tournament, and all the challenges. Of each champion's triumph against the dragons and the other major events. He had documented the last trial, and the moments just before and just after his return with Cedric’s body - where everything changed. Harry’s eyes just skimmed other those images, the pain still fresh from all the others that had been lost so recently. He’d included the DA and some of the meetings they had had. He even manged to capture Sirius during Harry’s second year, in his animagus form, but looking very much like his god father.

But there are parts of Hogwarts and the surrounding lands that Harry had never seen, or parts with a beauty that he had never known. And, as Harry stands in awe of Hogwarts, his home for years, a memory now as many of those buildings were ruined during the battle, Mr Creevey starts talking again. “The boys taught me how to develop the pictures. Colin was brilliant at taking them, but Dennis perfected that recipe. He really brought new magic to them.” The milkman cleared his throat, the emotion getting the better of him. “Anyway”, he begins again, “I’ll develop the last batch and mail them to you. I’m afraid I don’t have an owl, so it’ll the the usual muggle mail.” Harry and Mr Creevey agree on a mode of communication and plans to be made.

And a few more months down the line, there’s an exhibition Harry’s opening to the public. It’s right in the centre of Diagon Alley, in an abandoned store. Ginny, Ron and Hermione helped him clear things up, but he refused to their help to setup. They all come to the opening, nothing major - just one day the door are open to the public. His friends come, and - although he knew about it the moment Harry wanted to do it - Mr Creevy couldn’t bring himself back to a space so filled with memories of his children so soon. “I’ve seen them so many times, I can only think of the boys when I see them anyway. Let the world know how brave my boys were. Help them dream again and remember. It’s what they would have wanted.”.

And what anyone was expecting is nothing compared to what they got. Visitors walk in and they’re home. It’s all the best parts of Hogwarts, filled with the people and places they knew. Hermione and Ron stopping at a section where Colin had documented S.P.E.W,including Dobby wearing a rather large selection of knitted items. Various professors visiting and seeing their colleges, both in person and in print. Hagrid pops in for a visit, and sees the section Colin had documented on the creatures he’s encountered during his years at Hogwarts; and he’s rather taken aback at the care Colin has took capture the creatures. There’s George who made an appearance And he stops and stars in wonder as Colin seemed to take a liking to the pranks and endeavours of the Weasley twins, Harry ended covering an entire wall with their shenanigans. George doesn’t smile or anything, but he begins to recover the parts of him that maybe he thought he had lost....

Ginny is also there, and after looking around, comes to stand by Harry. He’s standing to the side, trying to avoid the public too much, but trying to be here for the Creevy family. Wiping her eyes, she asks him, “So, which is your favourite?”. Harry grins, “That’s far too easy,” he says. “I knew it the moment I saw it.” He walks her over to a section where he’d grouped general Hogwarts student activities - some classrooms, some students walking to class, meal times.

But - among these images of the mundane and ordinary - is a young Ginny Weasley - 1st year - standing looking very determined, holding the Diary, with Harry and Ron walking to class. It was before Colin has really begun to work on composition, as Harry must have been the intended subject, but all you could see was Ginny. “I should have known back then, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known”. Ginny just smiles as says, “Naturally, just remember that next time you even think you need to leave me out of something to protect me.” A kiss is exchanged, “Never again”.

Okay.. that’s all I had to say.. which was rather a lot now that I think about it..

#harry potter #colin creevy #hp #fan theories #battle of hogwarts

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khrsecretvalentine · 7 years

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Summer Woes

Tsuna sighed in his seat, staring at his phone with a dejected face.

“Man, I died again. This boss is too hard!”

Sighing once again, he checked his character revive at the capital city of Sofya. He clicked his tounge in frustration, checking his items once more before going to the blacksmith. It seems he couldn’t defeat Roshan with his character yet, so he would train his blacksmithing skills in the meantime.

But before that, he’d need materials.

After talking to the NPC, Tsuna went out and started asking other players for extra materials, which he obtained by buying from them. He then checked his blacksmithing skill - 86% which is not that bad.

“Tsu-kun, dinner is ready!”

Tsuna nearly dropped his phone in surprise. It was already 6? Really, he’d been playing that long?

“Coming!”

He teleported to his house inside the game and logged out.

- - -

“Yo!” “Good morning, Jyuudaime!”

Tsuna smiled and greeted the two. It was the summer holidays, and his guardians were all but scattered to different places due to training Reborn suggested one time. To his surprise, however, Reborn went away saying he had something to do, leaving Tsuna with no mentor, so he took the chance (really, this is a rare chance) and immersed himself with games.

Ah, right. Before Reborn came, Tsuna was already playing online games - mmorpg’s to be exact - since he gave up trying to study and it interests him. He played numerous games before, but now he’s playing a new game called Toram Online which was made by Asobimo.

He’s not the best at games though, but he seems to always pull through the challenges, so why not?

“Tsuna, you okay?”

The young Vongola blinked and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, just thinking about something.”

This seemed to surprise the two. Gokudera put on his determined face and asked, “Is something bothering you, tenth? I’ll take care of it!”

“No, no! It’s nothing, Gokudera, really!”

“If tenth says so!”

Just then, his cellphone blinked indicating a notification.

- Maintenance at 8:00 AM to 11:00 AM JST (Japanese Standard Time) today! - New map to be explored! New monster and boss will be released! - Main quest will be updated! - Level cap will be raised from 80 to 85! - Fixing bugs about the inventory problem. - Adding new Gacha costumes!

Tsuna can’t help but to be excited. Asobimo seemed to be putting some good updates this time! He didn’t notice his guardians peeking from behind.

“Toram Online?”

“Hiiiieeeee!” Please don’t scare me like that!

"Maa, maa, that game seems interesting.” Takeshi said, fishing out his smartphone.

“Shut up, baseball freak! Sorry about this idiot, tenth!” said his storm guardian, also getting his phone from his pocket.

“Um, what are you guys doing?”

Gokudera beamed at him.

“We’re going to play with you from now on, tenth!”

- - -

As expected, the two we’re good at the game. Gokudera seemed to really liked the games mechanics - where he could pick his own skills and try to wear many costumes. Takeshi, on the other hand, was a casual player at most; where Gokudera was busy leveling his Alchemy skill, Takeshi would go and use the Mercenary system and would sometime hire another player - or Gokuder’s. Most of the time he would sit at Rakau Plains doing nothing, but he’s always with the other two when fighting a boss or completing a hard quest.

Gokudera picked a DPS (damage per second) mage, while Takeshi picked a dual-wielding swordsman. Tsuna himself was a DPS mage, but more of like a tanking-healing one since he really doesn’t like to die (this is why Gokudera’s second character was pure healer and would use it sometimes for support).

They progressed immensely by that time, and their main character were all above level 80 by the time the last two weeks of their summer started to roll.

It wasn’t until the next update for the incoming event happened that problems started to arise.

To begin with, Tsuna doesn’t spend money for in-game purchases, since gacha doesn’t really interest him - but this turned out to be a problem within the latest expansion when a bug targeted players without single purchase from the shop and rendered their currently weapons obsolete, which in turn raises millions of questions and anger from players around the world.

Asobimo released a statement, apologizing for the inconvenience and annound a full day maintenance the next day.

It was fine, really. But Gokudera wasn’t okay with it, so he sent out a full-blown letter demanding the company to fix everything within the day, which in turn they replied with more apologies and a promise they would fix it as soon as possible. They did this three days later, adding the new event, Summer Troubles, with limited time map dedicated for monster and a boss during the event as compensation.

Two days later the event was release - Tsuna was about to cry.

The game was fixed and everything, but another problen arose. The bug was removed but it affected the new map for the event significantly, making the monsters stronger and the boss even more so.

“This is ridiculous!” Gokudera snapped when they were killed yet again. The event boss, Yselenica, was an archangel that had fallen during the Battle of Worlds - meaning the story where the world of the game was created. The boss information also stated that during his long time of being alone, Yselenica’s sadness turned into hate making the once kind angel into something sinister.

For starters, her level was 100 - the cap was still 85, so overpowering her by level is impossible. Additionally, she has an array of attacks where her magic removes every buffs/bonuses a player has - and also instantly killing the entire party upon hitting them. Also, most of her skills were AOE (area of effect), meaning almost all of her skills were wide-ranged, making it hard for tanks and melee fighter to attack; save for one skill.

This skill was a single line attack, but also one of the deadliest. It deals thousands of damage to a player and unless you’re a tank, you should be worried. That’s when another problem comes in - the boss likes to target magic casters - which were already vulnerable as they were. Tsuna’s character for one, is a pure INT meaning most of his skills were for dealing damage rather than protection like tankers does.

Takeshi, who was always acting as a tank, always die first - which is funny, since his character build isn’t really for tanking. He’s a swordsman, damn it. Takeshi’s character is just a proxy tank - which gave them another problem - they don’t have a proper tank. So one day, they’ve decided that Takeshi would make a proper tank.

Once they’ve successfully turned it to lvl 80 (with the help of exp buffing items), they came back to the new boss to challenge it again - in Nightmare mode (because Gokudera wouldn’t want to defeat it in easy mode). The animation starts, and the battle begins.

“Takeshi!”

The swordsman responded by running towards the boss, activating a skill to get it’s attention; Tsuna and Gokudera hitting it with spells in the background. Then they started counting. Bosses, specifically, have predetermined attacks - meaning their attacks were set to a certain order. But if an attack hits it with flinch, it would suddenly get randomized and then its nigh impossible to beat.

“AOE, dodge!”

They ran away from the red circle, almost hugging the edges of the map. After that they continued this for minutes, with Takeshi taking aggro of the monster and the two buffing him and healing.

Until Tsuna’s attack made the boss flinched.

“Shit!” he cursed, running away from the deadly single attack that was suddenly aimed at him. Just when we managed to get his HP down to 8%! He managed to escape, but then got hit by another surprise attack and died. “Oh, come on!” he said as he stared at his dead screen. NO, god dammit, they were going to finish this thing off!!

“Takeshi, continue holding her down, Gokudera, keep healing him. I’ll use my revive this time.”

“Got it!”

“Roger, tenth!”

Tsuna wait for another attack to finish, before reviving his character and running to the other direction. “Takeshi, take her to the other side of the map! I’m going to use my new combo!”

“What, now?!”

“It’s fine! Let’s just hope she’d die before we did!”

Takeshi laughed at this, but obeyed nonetheless. Gokudera gave Tsuna an ATK raising buff and nod at him gratefully. “Right, here I go!”

Tsuna clicked the skill button and his character released a couple of attacks, each one hitting stronger than the last - and one attack managed to hit her too hard and the boss suddenly turned to him. He released another combo this time, and screamed when an attack made a critical hit, dealing 83,674 damage - killing the boss.

“YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! WE DID IT! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Beside him, his guardians were screaming as well. “Good job, Tsuna!”

“No, idiot, tenth is more than good! He’s amazing, the best!”

Just then, something hard hit Tsuna’s head and he screamed in pain. “Having fun, Dame-Tsuna?”

“Reborn, that hurt!”

Reborn’s aura went dark. “Oh?”

“Hieeeeee! Don’t shoot my cellphone, Reborn!!”

- - -

Ryohei was doing his EXTREME jog to Namimori when he saw the trio walking down the road. “Hey, how’s yo- AHHHHHHHHHH!!! WHAT EXTREMELY HAPPENED TO YOU GUYS?!”

Tsuna’s pale, thin face greeted him. Takeshi and Gokudera seemed to be in the same situation. A small, hollow laugh came from the young Vongola, creeping the Sun guardian.

“Reborn punished us.”

Well, he didn’t have anything to say to that.

- - - A/N: Hi, yes, I love games you see. I hoped I didn’t made this one very complex, as that would be detrimental for both of us. I hope you like thia though! The bit part about Yselenica is made up, but Toram Online is very much real and I love that game! Thank you for participating in the event! You can ask me anytime for questions or requests if you do have one! ^^

From @iruiji to @transreborn

#gift exchange #Summer holidays #Iruiji #transreborn #Vongola #family #Tsuna #Reborn #Reborn!#KHR!#writing #drabble #fanfiction #katekyo hitman reborn!#hitman reborn!#submission

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* FIVE CHARACTER TROPES //

RULES: List five tropes applicable to your character, then tag others to do the same. (Tropes Wiki) REPOST! DO NOT REBLOG.

TAGGING: EVERYONE !

CLASSY CAT BURGLAR

Walking, talking, purring class. She doesn't steal; she liberates. She doesn't lie; she fibs. She steals from the rich and gives to... herself, but she's so graceful and easy on the eyes that you'll want to let it slide.When The Hero first meets her, on a rooftop or a darkened bedroom, he'll be paralyzed with indecision — should he arrest her or ask for her number? This dilemma is usually short, as she takes advantage of his distraction to escape/knock him out.Bonus points if she has a cat theme, is named "Katherine," "Kitty," or "Felicia," or makes bad feline puns.She doesn't always wear a Spy Catsuit, but if she does she wears it well.Either way, Classy Cat Burglars are sophisticated and highly skilled. They target only the finest items (and best-protected) for "liberation", and pride themselves on leaving little or no clue on how they accomplished their burglaries. A fair number of them are independently wealthy and couldn't care less about the money; they just want a good challenge. (Detectives understand that a well-guarded, priceless item is the best bait in the world for these sleek critters). The actual term "cat burglar" comes from the notion that such a person is quiet as a cat (one that never claws its way up the drapes, gets into fights with the dog or tears your refrigerator to bits).

BYRONIC HERO.

The Byronic Hero is a type of character popularized by the works of Lord Byron, whose protagonists often embodied this archetype, though they existed before him, it became prominent during Romanticism. Sometimes an Anti-Hero, others an Anti-Villain, or even Just a Villain, Byronic heroes are charismatic characters with strong passions and ideals, but who are nonetheless deeply flawed individuals who may act in ways which are socially reprehensible because he's definitely contrary to his mainstream society. A Byronic hero is on his own side and has his own set of beliefs which he will not bow nor change for anyone. A Byronic hero is a character whose internal conflicts are heavily romanticized and who himself ponders and wrestles with his struggles and beliefs. Some are portrayed with a suggestion of dark crimes or tragedies in their past.

MAMA BEAR

Bears usually won't attack humans — but get between a mother bear and her cub, and she'll tear straight through you. Threaten her children, and you are in for a world of hurt. Righteous awesomeness will ensue, and the heroine reclaims her child with a tearful embrace.Oftentimes, when a previously perceived meek mother (or My Beloved Smother) goes into this mode, it's her Crowning Moment of Awesome. Heaven help you if an Action Mom or even a Team Mom invokes this trope. If you think a normal Mama Bear is scary, hell hath no fury like a Motherly Scientist with access to One-Man Army levels of weaponry/technology/money/superpowers to protect her children. It can lead to a Did You Just Punch Out Cthulhu? moment.Losing her child may cause a Start of Darkness into villainy or Anti-Hero-dom... anything if it will get her revenge, and not just on her own enemy but on anyone who would inflict this same pain on others.

WHIP IT GOOD.

A bullwhip's signature cracking noise is a miniature sonic boom. It's about as close to the Stuff Blowing Up type of coolness as you can get without infringing upon Fantasy Gun Control. A whip is also, basically, more or less a long piece of leather rope, and we all know how sexy leather is, right? In video games, action adventure and fantasy tales, some characters will show how extra badass they are by using a bullwhip or other flexible weapon as their primary armament, as well as employing it for a Building Swing.If this person is a woman, and they often are, she is likely to also have a Stripperifficcostume that brings to mind a dominatrix outfit, and will probably be The Vamp or The Baroness.

THE TEASE.

This trope describes a person who loves to tease others sexually, often the main character. Maybe they'll try Erotic Eating. Maybe they'll sidle sensually or walk with an extra bounce in their step around their target. Maybe she'll go all the way and outright offer sex. Almost always, the teased person will act in various comical ways. As you can imagine, this trope is often used for Fanservice, teasing the audience as much as the characters, because Sex Sells.Certain characters only tease their Love Interest: in those cases the teasing is romantic, with the In-Universe expectation that they will eventually hook up. This trope can very easily overlap with Ready for Lovemaking if a character in an Official Couple teases their lover. Other characters tease people just for the hell of it. If the target is Not Distracted by the Sexy, expect The Tease to become frustrated and either give up, or up the teasing to dangerous levels. (Possibly mixed with a morality plot if the target suddenly decides to accept an "offer" that The Tease never expected to be taken up on.)

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