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viktheviking1 · 7 months

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Blitz and Stolas sat at the only table in the room, forced there together by fate, destiny, and some f**ker who thought it'd be funny. They hadn't really spoken since they ended the full moon arrangement, and suddenly they were stuck here together, locked in a room.

“You know, I- Aw, sh*t!” Blitz knocked over the candelabra on the table and a small fire began on the tablecloth. Much to Stolas's delight, Blitz tore off his coat and was right about to start pounding the candelabra to put out the fire, when suddenly an arm scooped it out of the way, and sprayed the table with a fire extinguisher, getting the foam all over Blitz in the process.

"Woah, there! That was a close one!" A robo fizz in a suit came out of nowhere. "My apologies, gentleman. Let me fix that for you."

"Oh c****t on a stick, not another one of you f**kers." Blitz said as the robot effortlessly replaced the tablecloth, candelabra, and menus, putting the ruined ones on a cart beside them.

The robot grinned disturbingly wide, “Now, now. I am entirely my own bot, so whatever experiences you have had in the past, should not apply to me. So, are we ready to order?”

Blitz, still standing from his seat, jabbed a finger at the faux fizzarolli, “You listen here, you low-grade piece of scrap, you had better turn right back around, tell whoever the f**k your master is to let us out, or I will tear off your arms, tie them together, and shove them up-”

The robot backed up in response, putting it’s hands in front of him as a blockade, “Woah there, buddy! R-relax! No need to-”

“Hang on, just a g**d*mn minute!” Blitz grabbed it by the collar, and pinched it’s cheek, “Fizza-f**king-rolli, you trapped us in here?!”

“I-I-I assure you, sir, a-a-as realistic as I was made to seem, I am only a replica of the real thing.” The ‘robot’ began to sweat.

“Sticking to the lie, huh? Tell me, are you s*xbots ticklish?” Blitz said as he went for Fizz’s sides.

He let out a high pitched squeak and fell to the ground, Blitz followed, still tickling his waist, “Okay! O-okay! I give up! F**k!” He said between laughs.

Stolas looked between the two men feeling confused, and maybe just a twinge jealous.

“Good. Now let us out. You will have some explaining to do later, but right now I just want to get Loona back home before it gets dark.” Blitz stopped tickling Fizz, but still straddled him.

“Oh come on! We had this whole thing planned. At least stay and chat with your birdie over dinner.” Fizz urged.

Blitz let out an exasperated sigh, “No, Fizz. I am not staying here for one more minute with that pretentious owl. Okay? Enough of your bullsh*t.”

“Oh, you wanna talk about bullsh*t? How come we set up this whole romantic atmosphere for you guys and all you can do is sit in silence? You guys are both dying to talk about your feelings, but you say nothing!” Fizz slithered out from under him and sat up.

“My g** Fizz you really don’t know when to mind your own business, do you? There are no-" Blitz's sighed, his face blushed a little as he looked at the ground. Then remembering who's fault all this was, got back at it, "No feelings to talk about, okay?!” Blitz grabbed the jester by the shirt and shook him a little, his bells jingling, “You can lock us in a gaudy *ss room, with all the f**king candles you could fit in one of your boyfriend’s condoms, but nothing is going to convince me to go out with a binge drinking, kinky *ss doormat who can’t call someone daddy without thinking of his own neglectful father and is weirdly clingy with his daughter 'cause she's the only good thing in his life-”

“Blitz, I’m pretty sure you just described yourself.” Fizz pointed out, but Blitz ignored him.

“I mean, what did you expect?! For me to burst out into song, proclaiming my undying love?! Get real. Even if we started dating, it wouldn't be long before he realizes that I’m just a pathetic excuse of a demon, and he’ll regret all the sacrifices he would've had to make for to be with me. In the end, I’ll just end up ruining someone else’s life! It always ends the same! Just like you said, I will die alone!" He was crying, head down, tears dripping onto Fizz’s shirt, which he was still clutching onto.

Fizz watched the tears stream down his face, "I never said tha-"

"It doesn't matter, Fizz. Nothing matters. And there's nothing you can say or do will convince me to tell him how I feel.”

“. . . I think you just did.” Fizz said, and they both looked over to Stolas’s direction, but found him gone, a portal left open by the table, “Ah, f**k!”

“He could’ve made one of those the whole time!” Blitz stood up and shouted.

“That’s not the point, idiot! He probably left after hearing all the sh*t you said about him.” Fizz went up to him and smacked his shoulder.

“. . . Ah, f*ck.” Blitz covered his face with both his hands, and dragged them down, so done with himself.

Fizz sighed, “You dumb*ss.”

Read More of The Pompous and the Prick: a Stolasxblitz fanfiction here. Chapter 15 is out now!

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cottondo · 2 months

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BLACK LACE | chapter six

yours truly, but not truly yours

Fizzarolli x reader

i really hope y'all notice

the little dialogue change

the reader has

with robo fizz here (;

lmk if you see it !

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You actually managed to smile a bit at Fizz as he chatted with you while you worked. You knew he couldn't stay around the park too long- - too many fans; though, you got the hint he didn't actually mind the publicity. It took a little bit of you two being in silence for Fizzarolli to get uncomfortable enough to start talking up a conversation with you- - probably because he felt bad.

Fizz sat on the bleachers, eyes following you as your sweeping job was finally finished. It was time to fix up the robo fizz animatronic for its next show.

This was prolly gonna be lil awkward. Especially if it starts talking—

The real Fizzarolli was sitting right here, as if it was all of your fantasies come true, and the only version of him you did get to have (sorta), was broken on a stage.

You take the robot out onto the stage with a toolbox set, and place a hand over the area of the robot to look it over. Exposed wires again at the neck. Damn thing.

"Holy shit! That piece of junk is supposed to be me?" Fizz leans comically forward on the bench, stretching and tilting his head to the side with a grimace.

You turn to look at Fizzarolli curiously, a brow raised slightly. "Yeah. What, you don't think he looks like you?" Your voice was teasing, and Fizzarolli only scrunched up his nose in distaste at the thought. "What the hell's wrong with its neck?"

You take a small step to the side as he meets you at the edge of the stage from the floor. It was subtle, but you noticed his eyes looking over the circus stage briefly before meeting with your face.

"He likes to glitch out allot." You shrug, "I swear he does it on purpose to piss me off, though." As you bend and lift a tool out from the box, you hear footsteps walking up the stage.

""You mean, like, it's actually sentient?" Fizz looked . . confused. Maybe a little curious?

Did he know know how own products?

You stand up straight again and scrunch your face up slightly in confusion. "Yeeah . . ? He pisses me off."

Fizz stares at it, rounding it once in a small stepped circle around the limp robot, putting a hand to his chin in thought. "I guess it's just freaky, looking at that thing so close up."

You found his curiosity a little entertaining. Your lips curl upward to a smile. "Then you really don't wanna see it turned on."

"Pun intended?" He tilts his head with a wavering smile. "Your jests are better than I thought."

With a smirk of your own, he watched you roll your eyes. That wasn't the intention, but you decided to just roll with it if he was laughing.

"Gross."

Your legs crouch down to the floor, and you hold yourself in a low squatting position to look over the exposed wires in the robot's neck. With a lopsided frown, there was a heavy sigh threatening to escape. This stupid project would take you at least two hours to do.

So much for getting done early today.

"Soo . . you do this almost every day?" Fizzarolli looks down to you. "The robot, I mean,"

You get comfortable on your knees, and bring the toolbox closer to your side. As you nod, you look up at him. "Mhm. Fun, right?"

No. It was anything but fun. Especially being tormented by a robot that you once had feelings for.

Fizz had his arms crossed, staring down at you with not much amusement. Safe to say, he thought the same as you. "I don't know, don't you get bored?"

There was that bitter feeling in your chest, again. How'd he know?

"I mean, yeah. Sometimes," your shoulder shrugs, and the way your voice was lighter made it all the more obvious how you really felt. "But it's not all bad. For a while, it was my only way of getting to talk to y—" your eyes widen, and you pause what you'd been doing. Staring at the limp robot in a small shock, you realize that the words just came out before you could even stop them from happening.

Shit shit shit.

Fizz flinched, but you didn't want to look over to see his reaction. It actually felt like you'd been frozen in fear.

You pick up the pliers and focus on the wires again instead. "I mean, like, you know, because nobody else here is cool. It's tiring dealing with parents and their kids all day." Quick recovery, you think to yourself.

"Riiight . ." Fizz looks away awkwardly, and you feel the disappointment in your stomach start to bubble.

You're always fucking up. Why can't you just shut the hell up for once?

"You know, this place actually brings back some memories!" Fizz turns away from you, and walks across the stage. "I was good as a circus performer too, even as a kid." His smile briefly faded, you noticed, but when he turned back to you, it was bright again.

"I'm surprised you aren't some form of jester." He looks you over once. You furrow a brow. "Was that supposed to be a compliment, or are you just making fun of me?" There's a tease in your voice again.

Fizz smirks. "You're actually . . not bad."

You look up at him, sharing the lighthearted smile for a brief moment. There's a fuzziness in you as that compliment starts to sink in.

The wire in your hand sparks, and you yank your hand away quickly with a flinch of pain. Fizz's eyes widen, looking down at the robot's neck. Clearly, you separated the wrong wires. You blame him for distracting you.

"What's happening?" Fizzarolli asks, taking a step closer to your side.

This was hardly new to you, but clearly Fizz thought something about this was dangerous.

You shake off the stinging in your hand, and tilt your head. "It happens all the time. Damn thing always short circuits."

"Y-Your finger!" He was oddly caring right now. Was this actually how Fizz was?

Your eyes glance down to the dozens of burn scars littering your hands. They'd eventually fade over time. It was just one of the many 'perks' of working at Loo Loo Land.

Your finger was bleeding, but you barely even noticed it. "It's fine." Brushing it off was just easier than dwelling on it.

You actually found it a little comical how freaked out he was by all of this. A smile managed to calm him down, seeing as though you were hardly phased by it.

"Just a faulty connection. I didn't solder it right." You give a little wink, and hold up the gun to the wire, fixing the two together. The sparks went away.

"I'll stick to stage work." He sighs out.

"Yeah, it's probably for the best." You giggle up at him.

Fizz walks off the stage, and looks you over briefly. "Look, I gotta get going. But, I'll see you at Ozzie's tonight." His hand sits on his hip, curious and waiting for your answer. "Or at least, I think I will, right?"

You nod, giving him a little smile back. "I'll be there."

•

Your hand grabs Fizz's dressing room doorknob, and twists it to open.

You figured he'd have your costume out and ready for you. But what you didn't expect, was for you to see him in mid make out sesh with . . Ozzie?

"O-Oh god, sorry—" Your eyes widen, and instantly, your heel spins to turn you out of the room.

"Oh! Hey!" Fizzarolli quickly gets off Ozzie's lap, a bright and nervous grin spreading from cheek to cheek, and Asmodeous sits up straight, eyes wide and shocked.

You thought he'd be at home still, since his leg was still broken. It actually . . kinda felt funny seeing Fizzarolli with someone other than, well, you.

"Hah! Uh, y/n! There you are!" Fizz was laughing, and sweating, reaching out a hand to stop you from leaving. You look down at his hand on you, and furrow a brow slightly. "Totally just having a non emotional make out with the boss. What, never seen that before?" His laugh was nervous as hell.

"Not- - not really, no." You frown at him. Asmodeous stands with a crutch, and smiled sheepishly over at you. "So! You're the new demon I've heard about."

Your eyes look up to him- - oh my goodness. He was so intimidating in person. And this was how you got to meet him for the first time!? By breaking up a bang session in the dressing room??

"Yes sir," you smile nervously up at him. "I'm really happy you guys changed your minds about my application."

"I'm sure you'll fit in around here soon. So far, I'm liking what I've been seeing." His smile grew as he headed for the door. His hand gave you a small pat on the shoulder, causing you to smile warmly to yourself. Fizz took a step to the side, allowing room for him to leave.

Your smile brightens up a bit at Ozzie, and suddenly, there was that warm fuzzy feeling again. It almost felt like somebody actually wanted you around. That was new.

"Bye, Fizz." Asmodeous winks, and closes the door behind him, leaving just the two of you in the dressing room now.

Fizzarolli lets out another sheepish chuckle before looking at you. "I'm sure you've seen crazier things,"

Was it wrong to feel jealous? Fizzarolli wasn't yours, and you didn't belong to him. You guessed you couldn't control who he spent his free time with, but it still hurt. Sigh.

"I swear, it's strictly fucking. No strings attached," Fizz raised a hand.

"Okay," you shrug, raising a brow. "Uh, so my costume?" You shake off the lingering feelings.

Fizz claps his hands together in remembrance.

"Right! Got it right here," with his back turning to face you, you take a look over his shoulder to see him pulling out the new stage fit you would be wearing. Cute, as usual.

"Soo, whaddya thiink?" He holds it up, smiling big while presenting it. You force up a smile, but it was still hard to get the idea of him being with somebody else out of your mind. "I like it," it was true, you did think it was cute, but the way it was said made him think otherwise.

"What's wrong with it?" Fizz frowns, letting his arm drop.

"Nothing, I swear." Your smile tries to prove your mind to act otherwise, but it was clear he wasn't buying it. Only thing was, you weren't upset about the dress.

Fizz narrows an eye on you, shoving the dress into your hands. "Alright, if you don't like it, deal with it anyway. It's either this, or leave."

The dress shines against any light, and the sequins are scratchy. "Fizz, I swear, I love it." You roll your eyes at him.

It was useless trying to talk about the real emotion in the room, so you decide to turn away from him and bring the dress with you to the other side of the room. Quickly removing your clothes, you slip on the new dress. It fit snuggly, and you honestly couldn't move too well in it, but it was fine.

"Don't forget you need to get the crowd to rate you a ten tonight." Fizz reminded you of the deal you two made. "Already talked it over with Asmodeous. He said it's a fair deal!"

You better be on your good shit tonight then, though those thoughts are making it really hard to concentrate on anything right now.

"I didn't forget." You walk over to him, standing beside him at the mirror. There's a variety of makeup sitting out on the vanity, so you help yourself to get show ready.

"Y'know, I kinda hope you make it." Fizz bumps your arm as you apply some powder under your eyes. Your eyes blinked as you glance at him in the mirror. "Really?"

Fizz busied himself with collecting the makeup on the counter. "It'd be fun to do some jester comedy again with someone who's circus familiar."

You smile softly over at him, and suddenly, those feelings you've had for him are starting to feel way too real. Are you being a little delusional? Or did it actually seem like he was being nice to you for a reason?

"Better make sure I win then." You bump his arm back.

#helluva fizzarolli #Fizzarolli #fizzarolli x reader #helluva boss

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psychangels · 11 months

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May I request Chai and 808 meeting a friendly KEM-0N0?

we love our robo-pets!

"Oh, hey, never noticed this before!"

Chai jogs over to the door he spotted, 808 following in her orb form. It's orange and grey, with a familiar, large, glowing orange crack running through the center of it. The screen above it says, "Locked," in big red letters.

Macaron falls into view. Chai and 808 step aside. As he rears back to punch it, Chai punches the air on beat, cheering him on. With a single swing, the door bursts open.

He looks over to 808. "Think you could bust this open, Macaron?"

Her lights turn green. "You bet!"

He leaps out of view as Chai runs into the room.

The light that comes in from the hall behind them doesn't reveal much. There aren't any in here that can help. None that still work, anyways.

"Thanks!"

"No prob, lil' guy."

"Huh...pretty dark in here..."

There's rubble everywhere—aside from the remains of the door. Either this place got totally destroyed, or it's under construction. Probably the second one. Most places around campus seem to be. For whatever reason. Chai's learned to not question it too much.

808 sticks close as they head further in. Her lights aren't strong enough to help with the dark, sadly. Not a big deal, though. His eyes will adjust eventually.

His mouth drops open as he spots a big, shiny container of gears. He beams as he races over to it.

"Is this place on any maps or whatever?" he asks.

"Yeah, but it's just a storage room," Peppermint replies.

"Huh...well, nothing's being stored in here n—"

"Ohoho, don't mind if I do!"

808 turns back into her cat form, landing on his shoulder as he crouches down. She smiles, meowing as she hops into the container. A few gears go flying. One hits Chai in the face.

"Ack-! 808!"

She pokes her head out, eyes wide. He sighs fondly, petting her head. She purrs as she leans into his touch.

"I can't stay mad at you," he coos.

The creaking of metal echoing through the dark causes both of them to freeze.

"What was that?"

A thud comes from behind him. It's joined by the sound of clanking.

Chai leaps to his feet, whirling around as his trash collector pops out, scrap guitar forming all within the span of two beats.

808 leaps out of the container, going into her orb form.

The sight of a KEM-0N0 greets them. It's lights glow ominously in the gloom.

Chai groans. "Not one of you!"

This place is way too cramped for fighting. Especially against a KEM-0N0. How did it even get in without either of them noticing?

Chai shakes his head. Doesn't matter. He needs to focus. It could spring into action at any moment.

Twelve beats pass. It doesn't move. It just...stares at them.

Chai's brow furrows. "What the...?"

It tilts its head.

Slowly, he lowers his guitar, tilting his own head.

She sighs, then continues. "Right now, it's on the offense. Or...supposed to be."

"Is it supposed to do this?"

"No," Korsica replies, "not at all. Well—not while here."

"Whaddya mean?"

"It's designed to be a companion for children, but—"

"It's what?! No way!"

The KEM-0N0 steps forward. Chai tenses up. 808 moves a little ways away ahead of time.

However, instead of attacking, it nudges his left hand.

He blinks at it. It nudges his hand again, looking up at him with it's wide, electric blue eyes.

After a beat, Chai pats its head. Its tail flicks.

His eyes widen.

"Do you...just want pets?"

The KEM-0N0 nuzzles his hand. He huffs a laugh.

808 moves closer as Chai starts petting it properly, letting his scrap guitar fall apart. Its tail starts wagging.

The KEM-0N0 moves closer to Chai, turning to lean against him. He's forced to step back a bit from its weight.

"Geez—you're like a puppy!"

The more he pets it, the faster its tail wags. It stirs up the rubble, sending some of it flying. A piece hits 808, sending her spinning. When she recenters herself, she glares at it.

"Hey! Watch it!" Peppermint snaps.

It turns its head to look at 808. Its wagging slows a bit. The KEM-0N0's eyes pulse, like it's apologizing.

808 flies closer, turning into her cat form and landing on it. She meows as she licks the top of its head.

Chai chuckles.

"Guess we made a new friend!"

#hi fi rush #chai hi fi rush #808 hi fi rush #macaron hi fi rush #peppermint hi fi rush #korsica hi fi rush #angelanswers.txt #angelwrites.txt #cookie

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aaeds · 6 months

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I've had it with HS^2

I don't make fanart or content for this fandom anymore, but after putting on "Let's Read Homestuck" in the background while I've been working I've returned to having a few Alpha kid WIPs. I have also returned to scouring the tags for cool fanart and opinions.

This is not the fandom I remember back when I was reading the comic partway through Act 2.

I cannot say I'm inspired by Homestuck^2, and to roughly quote another user - I don't know who the audience for this comic is for. The epilogues themselves were a disaster and the Candy/Meat timeline idea appears to exist to create even more drama with lackluster stakes.

There's no real clear 'goal' or core to the story besides...the fact there are two universes. And we have Ultimate-self villains.

It reads like bad fanfiction, that's nothing new - the problem is I don't think the authors are writing with irony. The series has turned into a ship-heavy metal bat beating older fans to death with teen drama and character assassination.

The current team clearly has no interest or plans for Jade for example, and in the recent update with Aradia and Robo-Dave discussing time travel - it really seemed like her body being on the floor was an excellent time to rehash several existential conversation points we ALREADY had in the original Homestuck about stable timeloops, dead Daves and how he uses his Godtier powers.

Outside of several unnecessary pages of dialogue, it was disturbing that no part of Ultimate Dave would help move Jade off the fucking floor while he and Aradia sleep in lawn chairs watching her until she became 'The Muse' It is so out of character. Pre-retcon Dave died protecting her body, Davesprite destroyed his relationship with both John and Jade knowing they would be reunited with the 'real' Dave. He was a true knight when he felt it was appropriate and mattered. But now we have a Dave who is back to having an existential crisis about his powers, life and death - and his sexuality. By bringing up dead Dave's Marriage from the epilogues. He didn't even mention Jade by name, presuming the reader read at least the wiki article on the disastrous self indulgent mess.

But that was all he had to say on that dead Dave. Just about not loving Jade. No one else, doesn't even bring up Karkat or Terezi, let alone any of his friends. Talking about Sollux for half a second I'm convinced was just to bring up a failed marriage and apparently 'not wanting to be gay'? This isn't Dave anymore, and if that's the point I want to know why we as readers should care because I promise you coming fresh off Act 6 for the third time these are not the same characters. Davepeta had a better outlook on what it means to experience doomed selves, whether they were chipper about it because of Nepeta's influence is neither here nor there. No matter what Davesprite did, it was in character for what Dave would have done because he knows himself. When it meant self sabotage so his friends could go back to the Alpha timeline Dave, that was a circumstance, and an act any Dave would have made because of the way he thought at 13 years old. That doesn't mean he didn't change, or would never change.

I don't think the furthest ring has rattled the kids in a glass jar hard enough to give them critical brain damage through every doomed timeline that they're different people. At least not in the way Robo-Dave is, or frankly anything in the Epilogue.

I'm done with the writers treating Jade as a dead animal to stuff Calliope into for a milquetoast attempt at a plot device without treating that as a joke in itself.

No Homestuck isn't a serious comic, but there's a reason Cascade broke several websites while Beyond Canon can barely drudge a handful of tagged UPD8 replies. Its audience is small and unchallenged. We don't need to bring back the use of the hard R to be invested in a storyline, but if all you're interested in in a piece of media is gender identity and sexuality well you've got it. That said, neither are a genre on their own.

HS^2 lacks one and direction and it's just going to keep dragging its carcass through the dirt until every unseen pairing in panel is churned through the fanfic machine.

#homestuck #rant #DNI to argue or debate #This is my opinion and it won't change to look at it through deranged twitter specs.#Where the hell is this story even going anymore are we going to scratch the retcon? Merge everything? If Dirk is the true villain #Why does it feel like doesn't matter or that there's no character progression #It's a fanon fanfic come to life and I thought it would get better but this is it.#The unparalleled amount of Davekat at the expense Jade as some kind of foil has me howling.

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wutwutno1 · 6 months

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idk why I can't get this out of my head but during the dance when Doll tries to kill N during the beginning fight scene with that blade. What if instead of pushing Uzi away, he noms her to keep her safe?

"[Cute, but I don't need help!]" Doll screamed as she readied her stance, her solver grabbing two more fans from the ceiling.

N watched in horror as the fans were sharpened through the magical program Doll was using. He knew he was done for, after all his leg was pinned to the ground with rebar. He turned to his left to look at Uzi, but she wasn't there

N looked around frantically, desperately searching for the purple hair and eyes of his friend, only to feel something thump against his chest. He caught the thing before it fell. The lump squirmed in his hand.

N looked down and saw Uzi, only much smaller and very confused. A clang can be heard as the fan blades fell to the ground.

"[I'm sorry, Uzi! I didn't mean—! Ah, whatever. You'd probably get in the way anyway!]" Doll shouted. She got back into her stance and shakingly lifted the fan in the air.

N knew he only had a few seconds to get Uzi somewhere safe, but he couldn't toss her or drop her for fear of hurting her. He was panicking. N reflexively brought his hands up to his mouth to cover his gasp.

Uzi felt weird. For some reason, Doll had picked her up with the solver and tossed her. She felt herself smack against some fabric. She landed on something a moment later and got immediately covered in the thing. Uzi looked up to some light as the solid thing she was caught by curled away and she saw...N? Only this time, he was huge. Uzi then realized she was being held in his hand. She blushed at the contact and vulnerable position she was in.

Uzi saw him look at her with a look of fear before he lifted his head and that fear shifted to terror. Uzi was about to call out but felt her world lift as N reflexively began to gasp with his hand over his mouth. Uzi felt herself flying again before being surrounded by a warm soft and wet surface. She slid further and got stuck in a warm tube. Uzi realized right away that she was in N's mouth and had slid partly into his throat.

N gagged and coughed, but he couldn't dislodge Uzi from his throat, so he swallowed. He felt a squirming lump form in his throat and get dragged down past his neckpiece and rest in his belly.

N suddenly felt two objects rush past him followed by a wet splitting sound. He turned around to see V in pieces behind him and Doll walking away.

"Wait!" he shouted, "Where are you going?" N was confused. Why had Doll missed? Where was she going? Why was she walking away?

Doll turned around and glared. "[I did what I wanted to do. Now that that's done, I'm leaving. I'm going to talk to Lizzy. She wanted to talk about trying that vore stuff or whatever.]" With that, Doll turned and walked off, leaving the trio alone in the gym.

N ripped the rebar out of the ground and pulled it out of his leg. N then realized where Uzi was. "Oh my robo-god, Uzi! Are you okay?" He poked and felt around his stomach until he felt a familiar shape.

Inside, Uzi was overwhelmed. She could feel the warmth and the comforting movements of N's stomach. She wanted to scream and squirm, but she couldn't. She felt so close to N. Her dress and boots were soaked, but she wasn't paying attention to that. "Maybe a few minutes wouldn't hurt," Uzi mumbled to herself as she snuggled into N's stomach wall.

It wasn't long until she realized N was talking to her. "Yes! I'm fine! Just a little shook up, eh heh."

N sighed with relief. "Good. I'm gonna try and get you out now.—" "No!" Uzi shouted before covering her mouth in shock. "No?" N queried, feeling Uzi inside his stomach. "I-I mean, it's not so bad and...maybe...I could stay in here a little longer?"

This took N by surprise. "You...want to stay in my stomach?" Uiz shifted a little, blushing at her addition and how N was talking to her right now. "Y-yes... I do... Just for a bit though..."

N stood up, keeping one hand on his stomach. "Okay, Uzi. Just let me know if something happens, alright?" Uzi blushed harder and nodded her head. "Okay, N. I will."

Suddenly, V piped up from the back of the stage, "Okay that's all well and good, but can someone freaking help me!"

#murder drones #murder noms #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #vore writing #murder drones doll #murder drones lizzy #murder drones v #sfw vore

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dream-meister-translations · 1 month

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THE TALE OF FOOD

MOONLIT CONFESSIONS - PART 13

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The robo-bunny closes its eyes and silently proffers the core stone that had been on its breast.

ROBO BUNNY : The damage to your memory was not done by that explosion alone.

ROBO BUNNY : Every robot under the Micians' command has a system switch called the self-destruct protocol that was installed by their creator.

TGII : !!!

ROBO BUNNY : It is tied to your core stone's engine and can never be removed. Once you attempt to attack a member of the Micians, the system will automatically destroy you from the inside out.

ROBO BUNNY : More than a decade ago, a Mician emissary once came to Guanghan Palace. Their destructive actions enraged you while you were in a state of amnesia, so...

TGII : Then you pieced me together once again and put me into the glass room to hibernate.

ROBO BUNNY : Humans will not countenance betrayal from their underlings and would rather see them die than try.

ROBO BUNNY : Do you understand what I mean? This is human nature I am referring to.

TGII looks out over the drifting forms of the four in the distance, his gaze growing steadily colder.

TGII : Then is this act, also human nature?

TGII : To me, these do not even qualify as human nature. Assault, threats, temptation, this is what an animal would choose to do to survive.

ROBO BUNNY : Why are you...So close?

TGII : True human nature is defying your survival instinct, is fully knowing the risk and still pressing on foolishly...!

OSMANTHUS WINE : Where are you going, Master!

MASTER : Going by the robo-bunny's modus operandus, it is likely to feint and turn on us. But up till now, it hasn't appeared and I'm worried...

MOON CAKE : I just saw four figures hanging from the robotic arms in the distance...

MOON CAKE : Looks like it can't catch us and has found replacements. We won't be kidnapped, don't worry!

MASTER : What? No, we've got to get there right now! He...Won't leave us to die!

We leap over boulder after boulder as the moonlight shines down upon our elongated shadows.

ROBO BUNNY : Did you know? These robotic arms can toss them into another zone entirely.

ROBO BUNNY : Stop. I do not wish to see your self-destruct protocol activate once more.

TGII : No, you're gripped by fear. You fear me, fear the 'human nature' that I speak of.

The robo-bunny backs away a few steps before summoning a giant humanoid robot that engages Crab in Orange in a fierce combat.

TGII : Master, stop...!

But he manages to hold off the humanoid robot during the struggle long enough to free one hand to snatch away the core stone in the robo-bunny's paw.

TGII : As long as I crush my own heart, no one can ever use it to control me or Guanghan Palace again!

ROBO BUNNY : Stop! TGII!

None of this can be stopped, there's no turning back now.

CRAB IN ORANGE : From this day forward, I am Crab in Orange. I am free.

The military-issue blade pierces the heart, exploding it into many small blades. The skill that he had mastered so many years before from the Micians has finally come to be useful.

Crab in Orange is prone on the ground, his mechanic components shattered. Golden spiritual force pools around him, slowly losing its luster and hue...

On his chest is the robo-bunny that had leapt to protect his heart. Its body is riddled with the debris of Crab in Orange's shattered body and its spiritual force is fading away as well.

CRAB IN ORANGE : To defy your instincts...And choose...Is human nature...

CRAB IN ORANGE : Master, you knew...That better than anyone...

OSMANTHUS WINE : We're...Too late.

YIPIN POT : Without the power of their core, there is no salvaging a robot.

MASTER : !!!

CRAB IN ORANGE : You're...Alright...

CRAB IN ORANGE : I'm sorry, we destroyed...Your moon.

His hand is as icy-cold as ever. Yet the moon is warm as can be.

MASTER : Crab in Orange, your soul power is a warm shape like this. You won't have to rely on anyone else's power...You finally have your own heart.

(months later)

After bidding farewell to Yipin Pot, I became tied down making arrangements to welcome one of Kongsang's latest resident food souls. To store the mountains of spare parts, Kongsang has even built two new warehouses.

Ah-Fu runs in while everyone is bustling about, busy at work.

FULI CHICKEN : Hey, Master! Letter for you!

MASTER : Letter? Who is it from? It better not be some mysterious rock again...

FULI CHICKEN : Let me see...There's only a seal with the sign of a fish bone. Geez, who's trying to play mind games with me? So lame!

FULI CHICKEN : The letter even says 'I stole the real moon a long time ago'...Huh? A thief who's announcing themselves!? Do they really take me, Ah-Fu, for dead?

DEZHOU CHICKEN : Ah-Fu! How could you read Master's mail! One more hour facing the wall!

FULI CHICKEN : Geez!

#The Tale Of Food #ttof #ttof story #ttof script #Otome #食物语 #食物語 #食物语新马版 #tof-confessions13 #ttof event #ttof moonlit confession

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❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜

❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜

with the robo blorbos hehe

(Hehe, of course of course)

Olli believed in two things above all else: being prepared, and keeping a cool appearance.

Of course one made the other possible. After all, acting as though you knew everything came much easier if you did actually know everything. Olli could afford to be aloof and snarky and distant because she’d planned for every eventuality. She’d honed her skills, she had backup plans upon backup plans, and she had Milo.

Well. They’d had Milo.

For the 44th time that cycle they’d disassembled and reassembled their pistol. Removing the charge-bolt battery, the excess charge heat-sink, the custom amplifier. Checking them over. Putting them back together again. Rinse and repeat. Cycle through the cameras to his hideaway and occasionally throw a knife at the printout of Harv. Or what remained of the printout.

Given their accuracy? Not much.

But what good did throwing knives do when their best friend for all intents and purposes didn’t fucking EXIST-

The mechanical reflex of reassembly paused midway, moving too fast not to cause some damage to the trigger mechanism. A jam might ruin her prized piece and that? Well that’d be the cap on a shitty series of events. So they eased the cartridge in, setting it down.

Olli stood up, walking away to recalibrate her joints and get her head on straight. All of this served no purpose, other than to let her mind wander back to the fresh horror and betrayal that brought her here in the first place.

He’d trusted Harv. His mentor, his teacher. Who’d paired them up with Milo in the first place and for what? To sell him out to Pricilla? To sell himself out- and-

And all of this for what? One half-decent pop-bot? Sure, she knew how to put up a fight but if Iliana had left? What changed? Not enough to warrant the crackdown the city faced and certainly not enough to justify the complete violation of Milo’s code.

All roads led to ill-advised actions and Olli’s sense of self-respect and preservation kept them from seeking out any revenge. But they also had no plans. No routes to righting the situation or settling the score. Killing Harv? Impossible, too many layers of security plus Milo. Getting through to Milo? Not a chance, with her level of self repair knowledge she’d probably break him. Caving in Illiana’s thick skull? Tempting but required them to cross the city and risk the wrath of Fin.

What remained then?

A whole lot of nothing, that’s what. Nothing, and a restless anxiety that Olli wanted gone. Anxiety was Milo’s thing, not theirs.

They missed him already.

Clattering from an upper window demanded Olli’s immediate attention, and they snatched the (fully assembled, as it should be) pistol from the table. Creeping towards the source of the noise. The milliseconds that they’d stepped away from their cameras something managed to get in.

Just their luck.

The signature coming off of the figure already rang alarm bells because this room took at least several feats of acrobatics to get to in the first place. Meaning whoever this was either had a death wish or wanted Olli. That, and no one else should know about this aside from- from Milo.

Who’d give up his location with no qualms. Because it was an order.

Shit.

Olli’s hands never shook, too new to accumulate any bugs that might interfere with the servos or corrosion to wear down their wires. But their courage wavered, which unsettled them enough that their hands nearly trembled.

Several knocks against one of the stray pipes rang out in quick succession, forming some sort of rhythm. A… song’s rhythm. The pauses lining up just right. Aligning with a song that Olli heard only once and only with a certain performer.

Mild fear turned to annoyance turned to a finger just over the trigger trying to find a reason not to press down. Their slight tick of amusement overshadowed by the fact that she bothered to show up here at all. After everything.

But Olli could be generous. They’d at least give her a head start before they pummeled her.

“Come on out princess. I won’t shoot you, but I’d appreciate if you stopped lurking.”

Out of the darkness, a pair of hands raised, followed by the rest of Illiana. Not looking any worse for wear. Hopefully that meant she took enough caution to not be followed, not that Olli cared to place any bets on that. As expected her landing from the upper pipes went off without a hitch, her wires not even tangling when she somersaulted to the ground.

Irritating in its own right.

“Were you followed?”

“No,” Illiana checked back over her shoulder, “I made sure. Would’ve gotten here sooner if I hadn’t but- I wanted to talk.”

Olli made a show of nodding and “considering” Illiana’s words. As if he weren’t melting from the inside. Coolant trying its damndest to perform. He put his hands on his hips, turning from the ground to her, and back again.

“Mhm.”

Wasting no more time, Olli rolled their shoulders. Flexing their hand a few times before walking up to Illiana, and winding up for the first blow. Her optics widened, not out of fear yet

“Wait- wait hold on-“

Metal connected with sapphire glass, the thin layer clacking but not quite shattering. Of course Illiana got the expensive stuff in her construction. It’d take nothing short of a bomb to leave a dent. Or several dozen shots.

Either way Olli didn’t do all that much damage. Which worked with her, she spared no feelings, especially not her own. There was more where that came from. Plenty more.

“I’d ask how you managed to find me,” Olli snarled, “but you’re here. So it doesn’t matter. ”

In the back of their mind, they made a note to abandon this hideout once they’d dealt with the popstar. Careful or no, the location’s compromise was almost certain. Which really sucked, they’d gotten quite comfortable here.

Too comfortable in retrospect.

Not that they didn’t already prepare a list of alternate locations, Olli more than made sure to do that cycles ago. Moving and hiding the evidence just took so long. In any case. More pressing matters took priority here. But it piled onto the list of pettier grievances.

“So, are you here to make me even more involved with your mess?”

Illiana’s wires fell like a curtain over her faceplate as she turned away for a nanosecond. Grimacing before facing Olli again. Olli barked out a laugh, throwing her hands up and spinning on her heel.

“What? No witty remark? No ‘Oh it’ll be fine trust me’? No ‘Come on you can believe me, the wanted criminal who’s dragged everyone else into her nonsense’?”

Illiana winced, but kept her back straight. Not quite proud, but not shrinking either.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Well- wait what?”

“You’re right, I did drag Milo into all this. I- I thought this all would be easier. Prissy’s more desperate than I gave her credit for and… He’s been on the receiving end now. Twice.”

Olli examined Illiana again, closer. Scanning her body language. Every time they’d interacted prior, she’d exuded a near obnoxious amount of cheer. A battery made of optimism and showmanship. It even came through in her fighting, which for all of its flash did work. She knew how to move, when to move. Always with a smile.

Now that grin hid somewhere else. Her optics unwavering. Open.

There wasn’t a doubt in Olli’s mind that she practiced those words before this. The odd part was that he didn’t exactly mind. It at least meant she put some forethought into this.

“Alright. So why’d you come here? You got something other than an apology?”

“I think we can get Milo back.”

They froze. Thoughts stuttering to a halt before their fans clocked overtime.

There’d better be an explanation. Not blind “can-do”. Not some flimsy hope that things might improve because Olli didn’t work with might. She needed certainty, security, because only a handful of bots mattered enough for them to stick their neck out. And one of them just betrayed her.

“Explain.”

She needed to know.

“Vex managed to break some of the firewalls in the AEGIS database,” Illiana crossed her arms, “ We didn’t get everything, but we did get some of Dell’s logs and code. With that, they can reverse whatever they did to him. I know they can.”

Something dangerous sparked in Olli’s core. A grin peaking up at the corners of their mouth.

Not that they’d give Illiana her full trust just yet. She needed more information. To plan, obviously. Not for any other reason.

“And I assume you came here to tell me because…?”

“Because I can’t get him alone. I’d risk seriously injuring him, or myself. Right now, he’d try to destroy me. And he might even succeed, we both know that he’s more lethal than he lets on. WIth you, we’d have a better chance of catching him, getting him back to Vex, and- and getting your best friend back.”

Olli looked Illiana over one more time. Loathe as she was to admit it, Illiana did know how to handle herself, and clearly wanted to make things right. She had a plan, which meant more than knives against a printout and another reassembly. With Illiana’s start, Olli could steer the rest to smooth victory. As they always did.

They’d let their anger go. For now.

“Well, let’s get started then.”

#my writing #melody rambles #I see the other prompt I will get to it #gonna re reblog the prompts bc... idk #anyways #love Olli #she's struggling

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One Piece 1108 Spoilers!!

This week's intellectual musings:

GOOD COVER SPREAD ALL DE GIRLIES!! Tashigi may not have a Devil Fruit but somethings getting awakened for deffo here hehehe

Good mag cover art too, I love seeing Oda's colours a bit more closely

Okay yeah as *everyone* speculated, Caribou is gonna fill BB in on the Ancient Weapons :s I do wonder if he'll get some details wrong and this is a gag being set up, but unfortunately this just feels like the reason BB & co will finally upgraded to Big Bads™️ rough times ahead

For now though it's neat to see Vice Admirals scrapping, but alas! our giant pals are making shite of them

I saw someone point out last week how Dorry and Brogy might not recognise Franky bc his face isn't on his bounty poster and they FUCKING CALLED IT what a small but very good thing lmao

god OP giants are so good, ilysm lads

ahem anyway as soon as i saw scholar mentioned so significantly I got wondering, and after several microseconds realised they surely meant SAUL!! ofc this is practically confirmed on the nest page but how intriguing! how hype!!

also I love Doll even if she is a marine. I am a simple woman. I wonder will she get to meet Saul again later...

Bluegrass is so good, I love her design and power in tandem, she's so fun

I just had a thought.... the idea of self-destruct functions has been sown previously in Kuma's flashback... what if, as a way to help guarantee his personal safety prior to this arc... Vegapunk has one in HIMSELF? I can imagine it: Saturn, defeated and having let the Strawhats escape with Bonney and the giants, succumbs to blind rage and wants to deal the finishing blow to VP, who "fsr" stayed behind. However, either he or VP himself activates the self-destruct, and with Saturn reaping his own demise, VP manages to square with the devil he made deals with, and make peace with his red hands... idk. This idea just came to me, I am not much of a speculator lmao

AHEM anywayyy Saturn is fucking scary, I wonder since he's clearly losing his rag with this shower of upstarts, is his Zoan(?) fruit going apeshit?

ough yes like the lake hydra in dark souls 1, i see i see

Vegapunk for an old and mortally wounded man you're sure chatty

Okay. hear me out. I know the 'Traitor Kizaru' theory is dead in the water at this point. But... why would he hyper beam Vegapunk right through what looks like the same wound Saturn gave VP earlier? In the panel right after it looks like smoke is rising from the new wound... what if Kizaru cauterised it? Can Vegapunk survive a little longer thanks to this? I'm going cracked over here!!!

OKAY LUFFY IS GETTING SERIOUS!! BY WHICH I MEAN SILLAY!! Ohhhhhhhhhh god lads next week is going to be good

AND IT'LL BE EVEN BETTER BE WHAT THE HOLY HELL IS VEGAPUNK UP TO NOW?! HE'S GONNA DO A WHITEBEARD AND COAX THE WG INTO A SNAFU. GOOD GOD Y'ALL!!!

Next week can't come soon enough!! We might even see that giant robo again! maybe it'll be brushing its teeth! til then! 💪✖️

#live from ohara #op spoilers #i'm quite excited if ye can't tell

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Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 51: Villains team up (part 1)

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! For today’s episode, I’d like to focus on the bad guys.

…no, not those ones. This is an ArchieSonic blog series, not IDWSonic.

Episode 51: Villains team up

I mean hey, all the best cartoons have extremely memorable episodes where the villains join forces. Darkwing Duck had “Just Us Justice Ducks.” DuckTales 2017 had “Glomtales.” Batman 1966 had Batman: The Movie (and if you want to tell me that the 60’s Batman series wasn’t a cartoon, I will strongly disagree with you on that. xD). So did ArchieSonic have any memorable villain team-ups? Actually yes, quite a few. Let’s start with the earliest example, shall we?

First up is one I’ve talked about before: Evil Sonic and Robo-Robotnik, who actually worked together a couple of times.

The first instance was in Sonic #19, when Robo-Robotnik had conquered his own world and was out to destroy all other Sonics on all other worlds. Sonic rallied his counterparts from across the multiverse to face this threat, and in response Robo-Robotnik hired Evil Sonic to do his dirty work for him.

Evil Sonic was sent to steal a relic called the Giant Hand, which Robo-Robotnik used to form the enormous Giant Borg.

After the Giant Borg was destroyed by the legion of Sonics, each hedgehog took a piece of it with them back to their own dimensions to ensure that it could never be reassembled. Except that’s exactly what happened anyway a few years later in the Crossover Chaos super special. Robo-Robotnik, preparing to come out of the shadows and begin his conquest of Mobius Prime, once again came to Evil Sonic and asked him go dimension-hopping to gather all the pieces of the Giant Borg. Evil Sonic happily went along with this plan, except he accidentally took the pieces to the Robotnik of the Sonic Underground universe instead of Robo-Robotnik.

Robo-Robotnik decided to just cut his losses and move forward with his other invasion plans, and Sonic Prime had to team up with the Underground trio to stop the Giant Borg once again.

Not long after Prime Robotnik’s defeat (seriously, only three issues later in Sonic #53), we got another villain team up when the wizard Ixis Naugus was introduced.

Having just escaped from the Zone of Silence with the former royal warlord Kodos and a spider ninja called Uma Arachnis, Naugus was demanding his right to the throne because King Acorn had sworn fealty to him when they were trapped in the Zone of Silence together. Sonic managed to outsmart the wizard though and Naugus fled, leaving Kodos and Arachnis paralysed as crystal statues.

To be honest I’m not sure if this one counts as a villain team up, as Naugus and Arachnis were only introduced in this issue (although Naugus did get a name drop in an earlier issue) and Kodos had only been seen as part of King Acorn’s confused memories. So they weren’t exactly fully established villains at this point in the story, plus Kodos and Arachnis were mostly just acting as Naugus’ mooks. But I figured this one was worth mentioning as they both become more relevant later on.

Another very memorable team up from the 90s (and another one I’ve mentioned before) was when Enerjak and the Dark Legion were brought together for the first time in Knuckles #7. Enerjak was actually Dimitri, Knuckles’ great-uncle many generations removed, who centuries ago had tried to drain the Floating Island’s Chaos Emeralds of their powers to gently lower it back to the planet’s surface. However his Chaos Syphon had overloaded and filled him with the power of 11 Chaos Emeralds, immediately driving him mad with power and driving him to take over the world. He was defeated and buried inside a mountain for centuries until he broke out in the Knuckles mini-series and once again tried to take over the world. He was once again defeated and exiled to space - which seems extremely unlikely considering the power he wielded, but whatever. That brings us to the Dark Vengeance story arc, where Dimitri was mysteriously sent back to the Floating Island, appearing right in the middle of a Dark Legion meeting.

The Dark Legion had been formed by Dimitri’s son Menniker in response to the ban on technology that had been imposed after Dimitri’s supposed demise, and so they were only too happy to swear loyalty to Enerjak after he revealed his identity to their current leader, Kragok.

In very little time they had captured the Chaotix, Archimedes and his grandfather, Julie-Su, and Knuckles. Julie-Su was able to fast-talk her way into rejoining the Legion but felt conflicted about her loyalties now. The Chaotix were left to die in the desert, and Knuckles was disintegrated by Enerjak when he refused to join him.

It’s okay, he got better. Enerjak seemed unstoppable, at least until Mammoth Mogul, the one who had magicked Enerjak back from space in the first place, appeared and stole Enerjak’s power for himself. The newly empowered “Master Mogul” had to be defeated by Super Sonic, Hyper Knuckles, and Turbo Tails.

You know, I kind of miss this variant of Tails’ super form. I thought the red looked really good on him.

Our next villain team up is centred around the mass breakout of the dreaded prison, the Devil’s Gulag. In Sonic #62 Robo-Robotnik, who was still operating from the shadows in preparation for his full-scale re-taking of the planet, engineered a mass breakout of the prison right as Snively was boasting that he would escape.

Nack the Weasel (now more commonly known as Fang the Hunter these days), Drago Wolf, Sleuth Dawgy Dawg and Mammoth Mogul’s former henchmen, the Fearsome Foursome, gleefully set about taking down their captors. Snively mostly hid in terror during the battle, but the other villains mistakenly thought that he was the one who had released them and decided he should be their new leader.

They took the still-crystallised bodies of Kodos and Arachnis with them, which turned out to be very convenient as the two statues soon reverted to normal and joined Snively’s forces.

Under Snively’s orders they kidnapped Nate Morgan, hoping to force him to make technology and weapons for them. Nate was however rescued by Geoffrey St. John’s Secret Service, with Sonic and Prince Elias tagging along to help.

Most of the villains were recaptured although several escaped, and Snively was thought to have died in an explosion but had actually been captured by Robo-Robotnik.

Kodos and Arachnis continued to work together after this story, collaborating to steal the Sword of Acorns. They would later turn on each other though, and both died from radiation poisoning they were exposed to while hiding out in Robotropolis. Well, technically Kodos didn’t die of the radiation, even though he was driven insane by it…

This post has turned out a bit longer than I expected, so I think I'm going to have split it up. Next time, I'll be covering the villain team ups that happened during Ian Flynn's run on the ArchieSonic series. See you then!

#archiesonic syndicated

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ninelie00 · 10 months

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Shin Kamen Rider Review For many it was a day of excitement when it was announced that Hideaki Anno would be making a reimagining of the original Kamen Rider, I found myself whisked up in it having been a fan of the original manga and television series seeing that original teaser recreating the iconic television opening that I so dearly loved.

But then time struck each 12 on its clock and the more we saw, that excitement dwindled into confusion and almost indifference towards the idea (especially when the theater pamphlets and summaries from Japanese audiences made their way here) and it almost felt like I was listening and seeing a film that may end up not scratching the niches of what I view that original series/manga as.

So when the Western announcement came, I kind of shrugged and didn’t really want to touch it with a ten foot pole. I’d engage in the fanart of course, as I’ll blindly like and share that anywhere. Then the digital release was revealed and whence it came I didn’t have any plans with my partner so I shrugged and went “why not” and I watched all 2hours of Anno’s vision of Kamen Rider is in his eyes. . . . .

I came out feeling that same confusion and indifference, but in a newfound sense of second hand embarrassment of what felt like an amateur fan film. While that can have its form of endearment, I feel like Anno here understood what being a Kamen Rider is but not necessarily what the manga/show were doing tonally nor visually. While yes, the show was pretty low budget even for tokusatsu at the time compared to the likes of Ambassador Magma, the Ultra Series, Giant Robo since it mainly filmed on-location with only a few actually built sets; it still had a unique quality to its filmmaking and choreography that defined it with how it framed shots with the equipment it had or how a fight would play out according to location. It had a fixed camera, but it never felt like the fixed camera would result in a dull visual nor make a fight feel less fluid or unimpressive because even in its editing it felt like it had impact that it had a kick to it. The manga especially made its fights feel so real and sometimes brutal because of the reality of what these characters are.

Shin Kamen Rider attempts both of these, but in Anno’s still very crude style that does not do it favors in this film as Anno has a really hard time actually making these action and the set-pieces feels like they have any sort of meaning or impact. A punch lands and it may show a splatter, but it is has no weight and feels more like shock value and its framed/edited to where its hard to really make out whether someone knew how to film a fight scene. Anno sprawls out random blurps of CGI to make up for not wanting to do wirework and uses POV cameras as if that would make a fight more engaging as much as it does instead make the audience feel motion sickness and personally took me out of the movie.

The dialogue in typical Anno fashion is written by someone who doesn’t know how humans talk, stilted and wooden as a board with nonsensical speech that is supposed to be how these characters “speak” to others. The most normal piece of dialogue in this film is Rider 0 asking Hongo if he slept with his sister Ruriko, a perfectly normal response a brother has about a dude who hangs with his sister all the time because brothers are weird and invasive like that. I feel like Anno’s direction doesn’t make these any better either, I’m not the actors obviously but in many sense I felt like it was hard to make sense of Anno’s vision of how a scene is executed and whether a person would actually say these words.

The film visually is also kind of ugly, the color palette is very mute but also can have downright kind of weird saturation to its colors like the drone shot of the house where Ruriko and Hongo meet Tachibana and Taki making the falling sun look more like a weird filter someone put onto the screen in after effects or photoshop. The film either is too dimly lit or overcasted in shadows and darkness that, while that may be director’s intent, does not serve the viewing experience well when no shots really POP out. The film also sometimes will shoot a scene like the Man Bat arena or the Shocker Rider fight like a really bad video game cutscene that tries to show what this free flowing camera can do with these weird almost “replay” screens from racing games for the Shocker Rider fight where it almost borders on a bad tech demo.

The music also kind of blended into the background a lot, I didn’t really find anything particularly standout nor memorable at least in context of it in the film (I haven’t personally given the soundtrack on its own a listen, I’m not that type of reviewer) and it was drowned out a lot by the action it usually accompanied. I do appreciate the end credit musics however, I appreciate hearing Masato Shimon on Dolby.

Would I wholly recommend this movie? Sure, I am not one to really stop you from going ahead and engaging on your own and rather: encourage it. While I may see it how I see it, maybe you won’t feel the same.

#toei #tokusatsu #shotaro ishinomori #kamen rider #ishinomori productions #shin kamen rider

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clownstolemyjokesarchived · 2 years

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“Fizzy…Fizzy are you okay, okay?” Jevil asks, slowly hovering up to the robot’s face and gently cupping each cheek with each hand. The thumbs start to rub Fizz’s cheeks in a circular motion before the darkener leans his face close to his lover and rests the forehead against his.

“You don’t look so well, well, my well.” $ @jumblemuses (JEVIL)

WITHOUT meaning to the Jester had been picking at his eye the entire time he was trying to piece together ideas for his ‘newfround’ freedom. When Jevil goes to grab his face, he quickly snaps out of his frantic thoughts and twists out of his grip; twitching wildly.

“Don’t.. D-Don’t touch me. I need to.. I n-need to figure out somethin’ so just... Not right now, o-o-okay?”

His lone optic glances to the side as a spark of electricity dances off his neck and down his arm, “He’s not h-h-here. Would that mean he’s.. He’s...? I d-don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know--” Robo Fizz flattens himself against the nearby wall, sliding down until he’s sitting upon which he tucks his knees close to his chest and wraps his arms around his legs. It was too quiet. He begins to hum a soft melody to himself, needing some sort of noise to fill up the silence.

#jumblemuses #﹙ Asᴋs﹕ Rᴏʙᴏ Fɪᴢᴢ ﹚ OᴏOᴏOᴏᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ·s sᴀʟᴛʏ #﹙ Vᴇʀsᴇ ﹚ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs sᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴛ #M!A; Free Bird #TW: Self Harm Mention

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mr-huntington-beach · 6 months

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Real Estate vs. Stocks: Navigating Wealth and Unveiling the Investment Landscape

Living in Huntington Beach means you have had a somewhat successful financial path. Investing, a journey toward financial growth, often brings individuals towards two major avenues: real estate and stocks. Each path has its own merits and considerations, shaping the journey toward wealth accumulation. Let's explore the dynamics of these two formidable investment options. This is a fun topic for me as I have been a Former Financial Planner.

Tangible Assets vs. Market Dynamics

Real Estate: Investing in real estate provides a tangible and often physical asset. Whether it's residential or commercial property, the appeal lies in ownership of a piece of land or structure. You can physically drive up to the property at anytime within reason. Real estate values can appreciate over time, and property ownership can offer additional income streams through rent from tenants.

Stocks: Stock market investments, on the other hand, involve purchasing shares of companies. This approach provides ownership in a company without the physicality of real estate. Stock values are influenced by market dynamics, company performance, and economic factors immediately. In essence Stocks are a Forward Economic indicator whereas Real Estate is a Lagging Economic indicator.

Risk and Returns

Real Estate: Real estate is generally considered a lower-risk investment, particularly over the long term. Property values tend to appreciate, and the potential for consistent rental income provides a degree of stability. However, the real estate market is not immune to economic downturns, and liquidity can be a challenge. If you want to see a great example take a look at H. Ross Perot Jr wealth tracked by Forbes. He primarily invests in real estate and has doubled his wealth in the last 7 years.

Stocks: Stocks offer liquidity, allowing investors to buy and sell easily. While the stock market has historically provided strong returns, it is inherently more volatile than real estate. Stock values can be influenced by factors such as market sentiment, legislative regulation, geopolitical events, and economic indicators.

Diversification and Passive Income

Real Estate: Investing in real estate allows for diversification through different property types and locations. Additionally, real estate can generate passive income through rental yields, providing a steady cash flow.

Stocks: Diversifying a stock portfolio involves investing in various sectors and industries. Dividend-paying stocks can offer a good source of passive income, but not all stocks provide regular payouts. You should read upon the difference between Value and Growth Stocks,

Hands-On vs. Hands-Off

Real Estate: Real estate often requires hands-on management, especially for those directly involved in property ownership or rental management. This can include responsibilities such as property maintenance, tenant management, and staying informed about market trends.

Stocks: Investing in stocks can be more hands-off, particularly with the rise of robo-advisors and passive index funds. Many investors entrust their portfolios to fund managers or automated investment platforms. If you are a Day Trader then obviously it is more hands on being that you are looking at exiting when you hit you target floor or ceiling.

Leverage: In the realm of investment, leverage is a powerful tool that magnifies returns, but it also amplifies risks. When it comes to real estate, leverage is often applied through mortgage financing. Investors can use a relatively small amount of their own capital to secure a property and borrow the remaining amount. The appeal lies in the potential for substantial returns on the invested capital. For instance, if the property appreciates, the investor's equity grows, and the return on investment (ROI) is calculated on the total property value, not just the initial capital. However, it's important to note that leverage in real estate can also lead to significant losses if property values decline, as the debt remains constant.

On the flip side, stock investors can employ leverage through margin trading. This involves borrowing funds from a broker to buy stocks, essentially amplifying the buying power. While margin trading can enhance potential gains, it also introduces higher risks. If the market moves unfavorably, investors may face margin calls, requiring them to deposit additional funds or sell positions at a loss. The volatility of the stock market can magnify both profits and losses, making margin trading a strategy that demands careful consideration and risk management. In comparing the two, real estate leverage is often viewed as more stable due to the physical nature of the asset, while stock margin trading requires a keen understanding of market dynamics and risk tolerance.

The Synergy of a Balanced Portfolio

Ultimately, the decision between real estate and stocks depends on individual goals, risk tolerance, and investment horizon. I have always asked what is the intended purpose of the funds when investing to get a better idea on what is the best investment vehicle. Many investors find success in striking a balance, creating a diversified portfolio that includes both real estate and stocks. This approach leverages the strengths of each asset class, providing stability, growth potential, and income streams to navigate the ever-evolving landscape of wealth creation. As with any investment, thorough research and consultation with financial professionals are essential to making informed decisions tailored to individual financial aspirations.

Conrad Mazeika

Mr. Huntington Beach Real Estate

315 7th St D Huntington Beach, CA 92648

949-310-4110

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gearbroth · 4 years

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this is still a wip but im making progress slow, so here’s another shot of kissy comic -3-/

#okay to reblog if ya wanna #wip #engiespy #napoleon complex #practical espionage #not puttin this in the maintags since its a wip but taggin the ship at least #sorry whoevers got tf2// blocked #myart #tw: scars #body horror #?#i mean his robo hand is in pieces #dont think that counts but eh just to be safe

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tinybriewrites · 2 years

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Like A Drama - 5

Coming back home, Marinette was blindsided by the chaos that greeted her. Egg whites and pieces of shell were stuck to the walls. The pastry display case was covered in flour. Bread dough was hanging from the ceiling. Some of the children her birth father brought - their siblings - were circling around the counter as if in a game of chase. Others stood on the tables, throwing salt at a black blur like some antiquated demon purification ritual.

Noticing the three's entrance, Jason screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!"

"The what?" Lewis asked, taken aback.

"That! That Inspector Gadget from hell!" Dick yelled, hanging precariously on the ceiling fan.

A black blur rushed from around the counter, jumping straight into Lewis' waiting hands. It was a metal robo-hamster in a Cat Noir-styled mask and cape with a matching tiny bowler hat.

"One of you better explain what happened here," Bruce eyed each of his children.

"It was not our fault, father," Damian started. "There was a slight miscalculation."

"As much as I hate to agree with the gremlin, that little shit started it," Jason pointed aggressively at the small ham-bot nestling in Lewis' palm, the black bowler hat floating slightly above its head.

"You mean, Goob and Doris? They're the bakery mascots!" Marinette defended her brother's inventions. "They know better than to make a mess."

"Mascots?" Dick questioned, appalled. "Those demons? They attacked everyone but Tim!"

"I'll have you know, they're very friendly," Marinette shot back. "All the regulars love them, even!"

"Your parents were called away by a catering client," Tim interrupted the escalating conversation.

"Did the new people scare you two?" To the side, Lewis comforted the two robots. "Shh, it's okay, we're back." The bowler hat nuzzled his cheek while the robo-hamster cuddled his thumb. It was an adorable sight only for Bruce who did not experience firsthand the wrath of the tiny creatures.

"Regardless of who started it, you're all responsible for the mess."

When Tom and Sabine returned a few hours later, Carl, a flexible humanoid robot, was entertaining the Wayne family with stories of the siblings' childhood mishaps.

"Their English teacher had encouraged them to try saying one sentence in English every meal, and a teeny tiny Marinette was setting out the utensils one night. And then, I kid you not, she said with complete seriousness, 'The stabby fell down.' Apparently, she had thought that that was the word for a fork for months!" Carl gestured wildly, engrossed in showing more of Sabine's video hoard of the twins' childhood.

Bruce and his eldest son were leaning around Carl to see more baby pictures. A young man was napping on the chaise, surrounded by the nineteen colorful ham-bots and a floating bowler hat crowding around the twins sitting on the floor. The last four of the Wayne children were on the opposite side of the room, as far away from the robots as physically possible, watching the group for any sudden movements.

"We're back," Tom announced, breaking the wary Waynes from their staring contest with the colorful group of ham-bots. "Is everything set for dinner, Carl?"

"Sure is, dad!" Carl sent the large man two rhythmic finger guns.

"Everyone, kindly remain where you are seated," the robot gave the Waynes a wide, human-like grin. "Dinner will be served shortly."

Right as he finished his sentence, the robot's chest opened to reveal miniature versions of himself carrying plates of spaghetti and meatballs. The army of tiny robots jumped onto the floor before each running over to a different Wayne with their steaming hot pasta dish. The mini-Carl who ran to the Dupain-Chengs all settled on some part of their bodies. Lewis' hid in his hair. Marinette's sat on her shoulder. Tom and Sabine's both sat on their laps.

In the middle of this, Tim was awoken by the smell of the fresh coffee human-sized Carl was brewing in his chest.

"I'm awake!" The horde of nineteen ham-bots turned to stare the young man in the eye in unison. It would have been highly unnerving if the creatures' eyes glowed red like demons, but the tiny hero costumes each of the robo-hamsters wore made them look like a startled family of lovable meerkats; it was very deceptive. The ham-bots packed more strength than one would expect, as evidenced by the hidden bruises on some of the Wayne children from the squabble with Goob and Doris. Each adorable robo-hamster had the power to lift something fifty times an adult man's weight, enough to protect the Dupain-Chengs from most of the usual akuma damage.

Over the course of the meal, the Waynes kept eyeing the various gizmos and gadgets Lewis brought out. From the PB&J gun to the most recent pudding-thrower, as inspired by Crème Brûlée, culinary inventions of different sizes graced the table all throughout dinner.

At the end of dessert, Bruce stated, "I would like to invite Marinette and Lewis to spend their summer vacation in Gotham, with your permission, of course."

"Kids?" After a few beats, Tom looked at his hushed children. "That arrangement would be perfectly fine with your maman and I. We know you two may want to get to know the Waynes better."

"You were always curious little stars," Sabine smiled at the two.

"Maman," Marinette said but her mother only smiled and tilted her head in response.

"We'll go," Lewis suddenly broke his silence. "But, just for this summer."

"Great, I can show you two around all over the city!" their eldest brother grinned at them.

"It'll be fun!" The smallest Wayne tutted at that statement.

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