#ninja maire!

[bastards-utopia]

Skylor Chen and Kai but they're tatt buddies

Shout out to sw1ft-sniff for the cool ahh post regarding Kai's centi tattoo after the Monstriosity events !

[meowww-ffxiv]

Estinien had been side-eying Liios's voidsent since...

Well, since he first encountered him. Because he first encountered him while chasing after Liios into the ruins of his village, alongside the twins and Ptolemy. And that first "encounter" was of the voidsent, Maires, having already enshrouded Liios to form an abomination strong enough to fight back against the even worse voidsent that had eaten the entire village and therefore grown monstrously strong.

The gang left Maires there, in the cavern where the battle took place, since he was nearing total dissolvement anyway and seemed like he wanted to be left alone to the peace of his death. Estinien thought no more of the voidsent, and just understood it as his wanting a warrior's peace. Which, understandable.

What Liios neglected to tell him was that when he came back to his village again, by himself, like a murderer to the scene of his crime...he found the soul of that voidsent still lingering there.

Maires was originally in Garlemald at all because he had sworn a death grudge against the voidsent that had kept Liios's clan under thrall for centuries. He no longer remembered why he even held the grudge, only that it had been the sole driving purpose of his continued existence. Now that it was done, though...

The cavern where his enemy died was flush with small, glowing crystals. Walking across it would have shredded the feet of anyone who tried. But with the last of his remaining aether, Maires still stayed amidst it. When Liios asked him, he said, "They look like flowers. A field of flowers, beneath a sea of stars. She loved flowers."

Who was "she"? Maires no longer remembered that, either. But Liios didn't have the heart to let that specter mope alone in the cave, so he renewed the contract and stuffed his soul into the accompaniment node, and took him to see real flowers.

Estinien had no idea that accompaniment node was actually alive until after 6.2 where Liios went into the Void fighting as a reaper (he thought his aether bullets wouldn't be enough force to dissolve voidsents on their home turf).

Estinien: What the hell is all this.

Liios: It's my old pal Maires.

Estinien: The voidsent who helped you that was supposed to be dead??

Maires: I changed my mind.

Estinien, recalling how many times that stupid node had just been floating around in the room while he and Liios were having sex: Did you have to stay in THERE.

Y'shtola, who had not been informed of this but wasn't going to ask for details because Liios got all uppity whenever he was asked about his private fumbles, kept her peace. But then when Zero asked for payment in aether and Liios offered to chip in, only for Maires to be like, NO.

And Zero was like, "That's true. It's rude to feed from a contracted mortal without the consent of his partner."

Liios: It's okay. I consent.

Maires: I don't!

[Estinien disapproves.]

Vrtra footed the bill. Then they had to bring Zero back over to the Source anyway, so it didn't escalate any further than that.

Liios left him to guard Troia, since slaying their merry way through there allowed Maires to regain his true form with all the spare aether, not to mention his "feast" had actually allowed him to collect information on the castle itself.

Also to appease Estinien somewhat, whose face had darkened like a storm cloud when Maires physically pulled Liios away from Zero to prevent him from giving her aether.

Fat load of good that did them all, in the end. Maires was actually able to call to Liios across the Rift using that node, though, and teleported his soul right back into it like it was an aetheryte crystal when he lost the fight with whatever was destroying Troia. So he sulked for a week and, once again, no longer had his true form, but was at least "alive".

Estinien also kicked him out of the room whenever he and Liios needed alone time, now. He did tell Liios why, who laughed and said, "Voidsents don't know what is obscene and what isn't."

Which wasn't the point, Liios!

But he let him do it, and Maires indeed had no concept of what sex was or why it might be obscene. He did know that dern dragoon was suddenly getting possessive of his contracted mortal, though!!! What the FUCK.

So he'd taken to being snide with Estinien and trying to trip him every time he was around. The accompaniment node was made of Allagan adamantite, so it was a fair fight between Estinien's armored foot and the ball of doom.

Liios had no idea what to do about this. He'd never had this happen before when 2 people fought over being alone in his presence, never mind that it was a boyfriend v. dog situation.

Estinien won most of the time, and Maires was easily distracted with games on Liios's tomestones, but still.

But the dog sometimes gathered enough aether to turn into a nine feet tall voidsent that looked like one of those blackguard ones. Estinien hadn't seen Maires take his true form on the Source, but imprinted on his brain was that giant thing grabbing Liios's wrist and yanking him away when he tried to give Zero his aether.

And by the Fury but he did NOT like that.

[fearsmagazine]

TILL DEATH - Review

DISTRIBUTOR: Screen Media

SYNOPSIS: Emma is stuck in a stale marriage to Mark, having met when he represented her in a criminal case. She is surprised when he whisks her away to their secluded lake house for a romantic evening on their 10th anniversary. In the morning everything changes when  Emma finds herself trapped and isolated in the dead of winter, the target of a plan that gets more sinister at every turn.

REVIEW: TILL DEATH, on its surface, is reminiscent of the film “Gerald’s Game,” which was based on the Stephen King novel. The adaptation of the novel to the screen was missing much of the charisma, charm, and character insight found in the novel. Unlike being left handcuffed to the bed after her husband has a heart attack, Emma is left chained to her dead husband and what she is dealing with is far more sinister than simple ghosts from her past.

Screenwriter Jason Carvey does an excellent job of creating a character study of a woman caught in a vortex of her husband’s design. Emma met her husband, who represented her, when she was a victim of a violent crime. Over the past decade the pair have grown distant, yet Emma still has feelings for him and ends an affair. Emma begins to feel better about their marriage as they share a pleasant and romantic 10th anniversary celebration that culminates with a special evening at their secluded lake house. The following morning the nightmare begins to unfold when Emma wakes and her husband commits suicide. Emma finds herself now chained to his corpse. Carvey slowly peels off the layers and we get to see just how meticulous her husband was in planning this all out and the elements he has set in motion. Much like King’s story the action is centered all in this one location, and much like Jessie in his novel Emma has an awakening and must fight for her survival. Emma is more of a survivalist and has to deal with not just obstacles, but additional villains and the environment.

Director S.K. Dale does an outstanding job of keeping the action moving as he maintains a heightened level of suspense. He captures some compelling performances that feel organic and true to character. There are some seamless edits and camera work that allows the story to flow and keep the viewer engaged. The filmmakers do an amazing job of blending what has to be sets and locations. The outdoor sequences are amazing for all that the action entails.

Walter Mair’s original score is amazing. The movie begins with very little music and builds as the tension and drama builds. It nicely accentuates the films action sequences and, while you often hardly notice it in the background, it simply adds to visuals and the character’s emotional state.

TILL DEATH is clearly a vehicle for actress Megan Fox. Most of my memories are from her work in “The Transformer” films, “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” reboot, and her TV work such as “New Girl.” Her work here is on a different level than anything I can previously recall. It is intense, ground, and feels very organic. She has some action sequences that are as tight as anything Milla Jovovich or Kate Beckinsale have achieved. For all the hustle and muscle, she comes across as a thinking heroine. She has a couple of snarky lines but they don’t come across as total throwaway lines just to get a reaction. It’s a solid, layered performance that makes for an engaging view.

The rest of the cast is good, but the limelight is on Megan. Eoin Macken plays her husband and is only in the first act, but still gives the impression of a tormented soul that is tormented by hidden demons. Callan Mulvey, a veteran TV actor with several superhero film credits, does an excellent job as the villain possessed by his past and killing for a way out.

S.K. Dale’s TILL DEATH, from the screenplay by Jason Carvey, is a fresh take on a woman in peril story. Solid directing, major studio worthy production values, and a stellar performance by actress Megan Fox make for a solid view. There are some nice twists and turns, and the fact that Emma is a character that problem solves as well as knows how to fight adds a excellent level of complexity to the narrative.

CAST: Megan Fox, Callan Mulvey, Eoin Macken, Aml Ameen and Jack Roth. CREW: Director - S.K. Dale; Screenplay - Jason Carvey; Producers - Jeffrey Greenstein, David Leslie Johnson-McGoldrick, Yariv Lerner, Tanner Mobley, and Les Weldon; Cinematographer - Jamie Cairney; Score - Walter Mair; Editors - Alex Fenn and Sylvie Landra; Production Designers - Nikola Bercek and Orlin Grozdanov; Costume Designer - Irina Kotcheva; Special Effects Supervisor - Orlin Budinov; Visual Effects - Worldwide FX. OFFICIAL: N.A. FACEBOOK: N.A. TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/FDnOq4ZHO64 RELEASE DATE: In Theaters And On Demand July 2nd, 2021

**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay),  or 👎 (Dislike)

Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

[retro-vgm-revival-hour]

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐STAGE 71: Games Of 2020⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Last year may not have gone down as one of the best years we had, if anything, comparing it to a dumpster fire wouldn’t be too far off .

In a year where so many things went wrong, video games were pretty much one of the very few Highlights that stood out in 2020.

The ability to spend hours disappearing into a beautiful world like those in the far away islands of Animal Crossing, the competitive but fun gameshow aesthetic of Fall Guys or revisiting old friends in the land of Midgar was a much welcomed breather that we all needed.

These video games provided the much needed distractions from everything else happening in the world, by enabling us to visit far away places filled with hours upon hours of entertainment, colorful, unique and intriguing characters …and most of all amazing music.

SO This is why THIS stage of the Retro VGM Revival Hour has chosen the 3 most amazing tracks from the various games released in 2020 to get you excited for what’s to come in 2021.

I hope you’re ready…. so lets begin.

                                      Full track listing: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐Game – Composer – Title – Company⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

1.) Yakuza: Like a Dragon – Hidenori Shoji, Yuri Fukuda, Chihiro Aoki & Saori Yoshida – “Kamurocho Battle Theme, Overcoming the Dragon & Substory Battle Theme“ – January 16, 2020 – Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio/Sega – Windows PC, PS4, PS5, Xbox One & Xbox Series X/S

2.) Granblue Fantasy Versus – Nobuo Uematsu, Yasunori Nishiki & Tsutomu Narita – “Such a Blue Sky, Noble Execution & Arvess“ – February 6, 2020 – Arc System Works/Cygames – PS4 & Windows PC

3.) Persona 5 Strikers – Atsushi Kitajoh, Gota Masuoka, Ayana Hira, Hiromu Akaba & Shoji Meguro – “Camping Trip, A Waltz of Feasting & Keeper of Lust“ – February 20, 2020 – Omega Force & P-Studio/Atlus – PS4, Windows PC & Nintendo Switch

4.) Ori and the Will of the Wisps – Gareth Coker – “Separated by the Storm, Hornbug & Escaping the Sandworm” – March 11, 2020 – Moon Studios/Xbox Game Studios – Windows PC, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S & Nintendo Switch

5.) Nioh 2 – Yugo Kanno & Akihiro Manabe – “Battle II, Azai Nagamasa & Dark Realm II” – March 12, 2020 – Team Ninja – PS4, Windows PC & PS5

6.) Animal Crossing: New Horizons – Yasuaki Iwata, Yumi Takahashi, Shinobu Nagata, Sayako Doi & Masato Ohashi – “K.K. Slider Dream, Island Tour (Day/Snowy) & New Years Eve (12:00 a.m.)“ – March 20, 2020 – Nintendo – Nintendo Switch

7.)Doom Eternal – Mick Gordon – “BFG Division 2020, The Only Thing They Fear Is You & DOOM Eternal“ – March 20, 2020 – id Software/Bethesda Softworks – Windows PC, PS4, Google Stadia, Xbox One, PS5, Xbox Series X/S & Nintendo Switch

8.) Final Fantasy VII Remake – Nobuo Uematsu, Shotaro Shima, Tadayoshi Makino, Masashi Hamauzu & Yasunori Nishiki – “Scorpion Sentinel, J-E-N-O-V-A – Quickening & One Winged Angel (Rebirth)“ – April 10, 2020 – Square Enix – PS4

9.) Trials of Mana – Hiroki Kikuta – “Axe Bring Storm, Swivel & Farewell Song“ – April 24, 2020 – Xeen/Square Enix – Nintendo Switch, Windows PC & PS4

10.) Sakura Wars – Kohei Tanaka – “Anastasia’s Theme, Hatsuho’s theme & Geki! Teikoku Kagekidan (w/ vocals provided by Ayane Sakura, Maaya Uchida, Hibiku Yamamura, Ayaka Fukuhara & Saori Hayami)“ – April 28, 2020 – Sega CS2 R&D/SEGA – PS4

11.) Streets of Rage 4 – Yuzo Koshiro, Olivier Deriviere, Groundislava, XL Middleton, Keiji Yamagishi, Harumi Fujita, Motohiro Kawashima, Yoko Shimomura, David Scatliffe (Scattle) & Das Mörtal – “Nora, Estel (Round 2) & Ms Y“ – April 30, 2020 – Dotemu, Lizardcube & Guard Crush Games/Dotemu – Windows PC, Nintendo Switch, PS4, Xbox One, Linux & macOS

12.) Maneater – Daniel James – “Prologue Theme, The Great Hunter & Arc Shark“ – May 22, 2020 – Tripwire Interactive & Blindside Interactive/Deep Silver – Windows PC, PS4, PS5, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S & Nintendo Switch

13.) Shantae and the Seven Sirens – Mark Sparling, Kentaro Sakamoto & Gavin Allen – “Risky Blows the Hatch, Turbulent Hip Shaking & Rise and Shine Shantae (w/ vocals provided by Cristina Vee)“ – May 28, 2020 – WayForward – iOS, macOS, Windows PC, PS4, Xbox One & Nintendo Switch

14.) The Last of Us Part II – Gustavo Alfredo Santaolalla & Mac Quayle – “It Can’t Last, Allowed to be Happy & Beyond Desolation“ – June 19, 2020 – Naughty Dog/Sony Interactive Entertainment – PS4

15.) Marvel’s Iron Man VR – Kazuma Jinnouchi & John Paesano – “Old Tech/New Threats, Cost of Doing Business & Heroes“ – July 3, 2020 – Camouflaj/Sony Interactive Entertainment – PS4

16.) Ghost of Tsushima – Ilan Eshkeri & Shigeru Umebayashi – “The Way of the Ghost, The Last of Clan Adachi & The Fate of Tsushima“ – July 17, 2020 – Sucker Punch Productions/Sony Interactive Entertainment – PS4

17.) Paper Mario: The Origami King – Yoshito Sekigawa, Shoh Murakami, Yoshiaki Kimura, Hiroki Morishita & Fumihiro Isobe – “Event Battle, Swan Lake (Punk Remix) & Battle at Bowser’s Castle“ – July 17, 2020 – Intelligent Systems/Nintendo – Nintendo Switch

18.) Fall Guys: Ultimate Knockout – Jukio Kallio & Daniel Hagström – “Didn’t Fall! (You Win), Fall ‘n’ Roll & Final Fall“ – August 4, 2020 – Mediatonic/Devolver Digital – Windows PC & PS4

19.) Battletoads – David Housden & David Wise – “Battletoads, Olympian Amphibians & To the Queen!“ – August 20, 2020 – Dlala Studios & Rare/Xbox Game Studios – Windows PC & Xbox One

20.) Marvel’s Avengers – Bobby Tahouri – “The Light That Failed, God of Thunder & By Force of Mind“ – September 4, 2020 – Crystal Dynamics/Square Enix – Windows PC, PS4, Google Stadia & Xbox One

21.) Hades – Darren Korb – “No Escape, The Painful Way & The Unseen Ones“ – September 17, 2020 – Supergiant Games – macOS, Windows PC & Nintendo Switch

22.) 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim – Hitoshi Sakimoto, Mitsuhiro Kaneda, Yoshimi Kudo, Rikako Watanabe, Yukinori Kikuchi, Kazuki Higashihara & Azusa Chiba – “METHIONINE, Go Sentinels, Go! & VALINE“ – September 22, 2020 – Vanillaware/Atlus – PS4

23.) Genshin Impact – Yu-Peng Chen – “Make Haste Partner, His Resolution & Symphony of Boreal Wind“ – September 28, 2020 – miHoYo – Windows PC, PS4, Android, iOS & PS5

24.) Crash Bandicoot 4: It’s About Time – Walter Mair – “Rude Awakening, Stage Dive (N. Gin Theme) & A Hole In Space (N. Tropy Theme)“ – October 2, 2020 – Toys for Bob/Activision – PS4 & Xbox One

25.) Amnesia: Rebirth – Mikko Tarmia – “Ghoul Chase, The Shadow & Ending (Part 2)“ – October 20, 2020 – Frictional Games – Linux, Windows PC & PS4

26.) Cobra Kai: The Karate Kid Saga Continues – Leo Birenberg & Zach Robinson – “Arcade, Encino & Woodley Ave“ – October 27, 2020 – Flux Game Studio/GameMill Entertainment – PS4, Xbox One & Nintendo Switch

27.) Ghostrunner – Daniel Deluxe – “Infiltrator, Let Them Know & Truth to Power“ – October 27, 2020 – One More Level & Slipgate Ironworks/All in! Games SA & 505 Games – PS4, Xbox One, Windows PC & Nintendo Switch

28.) Watch Dogs: Legion – Stephen Barton – “A Room with a Queue, It’s All Gone a Bit Tom Tit & Orwell That Ends Well“ – October 29, 2020 – Ubisoft Toronto/Ubisoft – Windows PC, PS4, Xbox One, Google Stadia, Amazon Luna, Xbox Series X/S & PS5

29.) Assassin’s Creed Valhalla – Jesper Kyd, Sarah Schachner & Einar Selvik – “Kingdom of Wessex (w/ Vocals provided by Melissa R. Kaplan), Raids of Rage & Drenglynda Skáldið/ The Steadfast Skald (w/ Vocals provided by Einar Selvik)“ – November 10, 2020 – Ubisoft Montreal/Ubisoft – Windows PC, PS4, Xbox One, Google Stadia, Amazon Luna, Xbox Series X/S & PS5

30.) Sakuna: Of Rice and Ruin – Hiroyuki Oshima – “Mayhem, Resentment & War“ – November 10, 2020 – Edelweiss/Marvelous – PS4, Windows PC & Nintendo Switch

31.) Marvel’s Spider-Man: Miles Morales – John Paesano – “All In, Rhino Rampage & New York’s Only Spider-Man“ – November 12, 2020 – Insomniac Games/Sony Interactive Entertainment – PS4 & PS5

32.) Kingdom Hearts: Melody of Memory – Yoko Shimomura, Takeharu Ishimoto, Tsuyoshi Sekito, Kristen Anderson-Lopez & Robert Lopez – “At Dusk: I Will Think of You (Main Menu 3), Night of Fate & Let It Go (Japanese ver. w/ Vocals provided by Takako Matsu)“ – November 11, 2020 – Square Enix – PS4, Xbox One & Nintendo Switch

33.) Immortals Fenyx Rising – Gareth Coker – “Heart of the Hero, The Corrupted Heroes & Art of Warfare“ – December 3, 2020 – Ubisoft Quebec/Ubisoft – Amazon Luna, Windows PC, PS4, PS5, Google Stadia, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S & Nintendo Switch

34.) Cyberpunk 2077 – Marcin Przybyłowicz, P.T. Adamczyk, Paul Leonard-Morgan, Mattias Bärjed, David Sandström & Kristofer Steen – “The Rebel Path, The Heist & Juiced Up“ – December 10, 2020 – CD Projekt Red – Windows PC, PS4, Google Stadia, Xbox One, PS5 & Xbox Series X/S

35.) Resident Evil 3 – Kota Suzuki, Azusa Kato, Ryo Koike, Masami Ueda, Takayasu Sodeoka, Saori Maeda, Takumi Saito, Jeff Broadbent & Zhenlan Kang – “Invincible Nemesis, Resistance & Save Room“ – April 3, 2020 – Capcom – Windows PC, PS4 & Xbox One

36.) Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity – Kumi Tanioka, Reo Uratani, Ryotaro Yagi, Haruki Yamada, Ayana Hira, Asami Mitake, Hikaru Yamada, Shigekiyo Okuda, Gota Masuoka, Junya Ishiguro, Masako Otsuka, Takashi Yoshida & Hiromu Akaba – “Overlooking Hyrule/Prelude to Calamity (Title Screen), Urbosa: The Gerudo Chief & The Knight Who Seals the Darkness“ – November 20, 2020 – Omega Force/Nintendo – Nintendo Switch

Edgar Velasco: @MoonSpiderHugs Youtube: www.youtube.com/c/NostalgiaRoadTripChannel Official Site: nostalgiaroadtrip.com/ FaceBook: www.facebook.com/groups/nostalgiaroadtrip/ Official Twitter: @NRoadTripCast

[maycat-19-142]

random questions

by:@explicitmaverick

1: My name?

may

2: Do I have any nicknames?

mayma/kitcat

3: Zodiac sign?

sagittarius

4: Video game I play to chill, not to win?

house paint

5: Book/series I reread?

scythe/thunder head/toll

6: Aliens or ghosts?

ghosts

7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write?

@/millenialfanfictionaddiction

8: Favourite radio station?

B98.5 and star94

9: Favourite flavour of anything?

lemon/barry

10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great?

-opp

11: Favourite song?

motto by ava max

12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better?

what are your future goals

13: Favourite word?

ok-ok gosh

14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them?

ex friend ruby and yes i for give her

15: Last song I listened to?

la la la by naughty boy

16: TV show I always recommend?

star girl

17: Pirates or ninjas?

pirates

18: Movie I watch when I’m feeling down?

sing 2

19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song?

icon by shuba

20: Favourite video games?

just dance

21: What am I most afraid of?

getting kidnapped

22: A good quality of mine?

my openes

23: A bad quality of mine?

my temper

24: Cats or dogs?

dogs

25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they’re in?

the rock

26: Favourite season?

spring

27: Am I in a relationship?

nope

28: Something I miss?

the golden era of winx club

29: My best friend?

zem

30: Eye colour?

blue

31: Hair colour?

purple natural brown

32: Someone I love?

my best friends

33: Someone I trust?

my aunt

34: Someone I always think about?

my friends that are going through things

35: Am I excited about anything?

sleep

36: My current obsession?

rings

37: Favourite TV shows as a child?

winx club

38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to?

nope

39: Am I superstitious?

ghosts

40: What do I think about most?

art

41: Do I have any strange phobias?

not on the top of my head

42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?

behind it

43: Favourite hobbies?

writing

44: Last book I read?

super powereds year 4

45: Last film I watched?

sing 2

46: Do I play any instruments?

nope

47: Favourite animal?

snake

48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow?

@thatgirlgames

@thetrashywritingwitch

@deleteddewewted

@queenstarlight

@dokifluffs

49: Superpower I wish I could have?

poison or blue fire

50: How do I destress?

sleep

51: Do I like confrontation?

nope

52: When do I feel most at peace?

in the dark

53: What makes me smile?

my dog

54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off?

off

55: Play any sports?

I swim

56: What is my song of the week?

one more night maroon 5

57: Favourite drink?

water

58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody?

i can't remender

59: Afraid of heights?

nope

60: Pet peeve?

loud chewing

61: What was the last concert I went to see?

i have never bein to a concert

62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian?

nope

63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger?

nurce

64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy?

yup ruby

65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?

mha or super powereds

66: Something I worry about?

my past

67: Scared of the dark?

nope

68: Who are my best friends?

zem, alex maire

69: What do I admire most about others?

there admission to failure

70: Can I sing?

yes i think at least

71: Something I wish I could do?

move around

72: If I won the lottery, what would I do?

donate

73: Have I ever skipped school?

nope

74: Favourite place on the planet?

Fort Morgan AL

75: Where do I want to live?

Blue Ridge GA

76: Do I have any pets?

a dog

77: What is my current desktop picture?

splatter paint

78: Early bird or night owl?

night owl

79: Sunsets or sunrise?

sunrise

80: Can I drive?

yup

81: Story behind my last kiss?

a dare

82: Earphones or headphones?

earphones

83: Have I ever had braces?

yup from 5th to 8th grade

84: Story behind one of my scars?

boating and boiling water

85: Favourite genre of music?

pop and ppcocaine

86: Who is my hero?

my mother

87: Favourite comic book character?

cat woman

88: What makes me really angry?

homophobia

89: Kindle or real book?

kindle

90: Favourite sporty activity?

swimming laps

91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be?

vaping rules

92: What was my favourite subject at school

science

93: Siblings?

none

94: What was the last thing I bought?

a mushroom pin

95: How tall am I?

5'7ft / 170cm

96: Can I cook?

yes

97: Can I bake?

yes

98: 3 things I love?

family, writings,pets

99: 3 things I hate?

too much to pick

100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends?

girls

101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys?

girls

102: Where was I born?

altanta GA

103: Sexual orientation?

bi

104: Where do I currently live?

mississippi

105: Last person I texted?

my aunt

106: Last time I cried?

3/15

107: Guilty pleasure?

which one

108: Favourite Youtuber?

ldshadowlady

109: A photo of myself.

110: Do I like selfies?

nope

111: Favourite game app?

monster fighting games

112: My relationship with my parents?

really good

113: Favourite accents?

UK

114: A place I have not been but wish to visit?

UK

115: Favourite number?

11/19/17

116: Can I juggle?

nope

117: Am I religious?

nope

118: Do I like space?

yes

119: Do I like the deep ocean?

yes

120: Am I much of a daredevil?

oh heck yes

121: Am I allergic to anything?

nope

122: Can I curl my tongue?

yup

123: Can I wiggle my ears?

nope

124: Do I like clowns?

50/50

125: The Beatles or Elvis?

nither

126: My current project?

too many

127: Am I a bad loser?

nope

128: Do I admit when I wrong?

yes

129: Forest or beach?

forest

130: Favourite piece of advice?

go and keep going

131: Am I a good liar?

yes

132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district?

hufflepuff/amity/District 11

133: Do I talk to myself?

yup

134: Am I very social?

yup

135: Do I like gossip?

nope

136: Do I keep a journal/diary?

nope

137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test?

yup

138: Do I believe in second chances?

yup

139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do?

ive it back if i can

140: Do I believe people are capable of change?

yup

141: Have I ever been underweight?

nope

142: Am I ticklish?

yes

143: Have I ever been in a submarine?

nope

144: Have I ever been on a plane?

yup

145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family?

i have no idea

146: Have I ever been overweight?

yes

147: Do I have any piercings?

yup ears and eye browes

148: Which fictional character do I wish was real?

shinsou from mha

149: Do I have any tattoos?

nope

150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far?

being in high school clubs

151: Do I believe in Karma?

yup

152: Do I wear glasses or contacts?

yup glasses

153: What was my first car?

2015 audi

154: Do I want children?

yup but in like 15 years

155: Who is the most intelligent person I know?

my mother

156: My most embarrassing memory?

jumping in a pool in a nice dress

157: What makes me nostalgic?

winx club

158: Have I ever pulled an all-nighter?

every other week

159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty?

brains

160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe?

blue and black plus green

161: Have I ever had a paranormal experience?

i have no idea

162: What do I hate most about myself?

my acne

163: What do I love most about myself?

my hair

164: Do I like adventure?

yup

165: Do I believe in fate?

yup

166: Favourite animal?

red pandas

167: Have I ever been on radio?

nope

168: Have I ever been on TV?

nope

169: How old am I?

20

170: One of my favourite quotes?

don't if in fear

171: Do I hold grudges?

nope

172: Do I trust easily?

nope really

173: Have I learnt from my mistakes?

yup

174: Best gift I’ve ever received?

trust

175: Do I dream?

yup

176: Have I ever had a night terror?

yup

177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind?

nope

178: An experience that has made me stronger?

all for high school

179: If I were immortal, what would I do?

i don't want immortal

180: Do I like shopping?

50/50

181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do?

murder

182: What does “family” mean to me?

people close to me that i trust with my life

183: What is my spirit animal?

Butterfly

184: How do I want to be remembered?

helpful

185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose?

psychology

186: What is my greatest failure?

not taking chances

187: What is my greatest achievement?

lauring the sound systems at my high school

188: Love or money?

love

189: Love or career?

love

190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go?

before time in a forest

191: What makes me the happiest?

my friends

192: What is “home” to me?

where i feel safe

193: What motivates me?

my perfectionist self

194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be?

goodbye f.cking world

195: Would I ever want to encounter aliens?

i have no idea

196: A movie that scared me as a child?

i have no idea

197: Something I hated as a child that I like now?

most foods

198: Zombies or vampires?

vampires

199: Live in the city or suburbs?

suburbs

200: Dragons or wizards?

wizards

201: A nightmare that has stayed with me?

i have to many

202: How do I define love?

how i feel safe and cared for

203: Do I judge a book by its cover?

nope

204: Have I ever had my heart broken?

50/50

205: Do I like my handwriting?

50/50

206: Sweet or savoury?

sweet

207: Worst job I’ve had?

mopping floors

208: Do I collect anything?

rings

209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without?

rings and my glasses

210: What is on my bucket list?

a lot

211: How do I handle anger?

50/50

212: Was I named after anyone?

yes and no my mothers maiden name was maylynn and my uncle will never have kids so i'm maylynn but I go by may

213: Do I use sarcasm a lot?

yup often

214: What TV character am I most like?

jirou from mha

215: What is the weirdest talent I have?

i can pop my thumbs in and out of place

216: Favourite fictional character?

musa from winx

[get-a-new-lease-on-life]

Amber O’Brien and Mercy Ross: Awkward Friends Bond Awkwardly

Excerpts from “A New Lease on Life” and “Gallery of Memories”

“Oi, Blundie!” The sudden call at Mercy’s back startled her, but the speaker’s appearance was even more surprising—short and pudgy with frizzy rust-brown hair in pigtails and a bright, crooked grin that seemed all upper teeth. Mercy had seen the girl before—had been assigned to the same classes with her since Kindergarten—but neither had ever made any effort to make an acquaintance. After all, Mercy was shy and the other girl was hard to understand. “Kin I set'ere, mibbe?”

“Who’s askin’?” Mercy frowned down into her lunchbox, hoping the other wouldn’t see how red her eyes were. Their class was on a field trip, after all, a day trip to a larger town’s science museum—she was supposed to be having fun, not crying over bullies!

“Ah’m Amber O'Brine,” the green-eyed second-grader answered thickly helping herself to the nearest empty chair regardless. “Dinnae mind those dolts nae mair, ‘ey’re coarsin’ ya 'cause'ey’re feart'a ya. 'ey cannae handle a girl wit’ class, ya knuw?”

While Mercy struggled to decipher what she heard, the group of kids at the nearest table—the rude brats from another school who’d teased Mercy relentlessly for wearing a dress on a field trip—started catcalling at the brunette and mocking her thick foreign burr. “Haw!” She shouted back. “Stew it ya clarty toonsers! Yer all honkin'a smawg!” Without missing a beat, she turned back to Mercy, offering her chubby hand with a bright smile. “Dingy tha dafties , 'ey need a kip. Friends?”**

“Like I’ gotta choice?” Mercy mumbled still trying to figure out what Amber said.

Delirious and red as a beet, Donatello stumbled out the door, drifting vaguely toward the empty lab mumbling unintelligibly under his breath. Amber and Mercy watched his retreat, one amused, one bewildered.

“Was it something I said?” Amber asked Mercy, finally turning to meet the blonde’s grey-blue eyes. Mercy shot her a 'we are not amused’ deadpan and jabbed her thumb at the space behind her; taking the hint, Amber returned to her place, taking up the comb and scissors again.

“Nope,” Mercy answered dryly as chunks of matted blonde hair fell all around her; good riddance, she thought. “You just blew his mind, that’s all…an’ if his brain’s as big as you say it is, you may'a just triggered another Chernobyl.”

“Hey!” Amber retorted, shaking the comb at her. “I was nowhere near Chernobyl when the meltdown happened, thank ya very much!”

“Only 'cuz ya weren’t born yet,” Mercy teased back. Amber couldn’t help but grin; she’d missed the playful banter with Aaron and Mercy so much it was ridiculous. She couldn’t have Aaron, but maybe with Mercy, at least, her new life would be a little easier. Should the words cross her lips, though, she knew her friend would become uncomfortable, so she settled for a more accepted response: insulting her.

“Face forward,” she ordered with a smirk and a light slap to the back of the blonde’s head, “or I swear ta bog, I will give you the world’s saddest mullet."

The door swung shut on a silent, still bathroom; Amber and Mercy stood staring at the steel panel door, questioning what just happened. Finally, Amber broke the silence.

"Did he just…” Mercy nodded.

“Yup,” she answered blankly. “He did.”

“Donatello just Howl’s Moving Castle’d me?!” Amber squeaked at her friend, her normally low voice painfully shrill. “For real?!” Finally getting a hold of herself, Mercy smirked back.

“Leave it to you to turn a movie title into a verb,” she teased, then added in a sing-song tone, “He thinks yer gorgeous,”

“ACK!” Amber flinched, swatting at her friend.

“He’s got a turtle crush!”

“Mercy!”

“You wanna kiss'im,” Mercy taunted as Amber chased her around the bathroom with the scissors. “You wanna hug'im, you wanna love'im—”

“Ya wanna DIE, DON’T YOU?!”

“You’re certainly takin’ this well, Merse,” Amber commented off-handedly as she set aside her glass and took up the knife again. “Ya’d think you were in another city rather than another world.”

“Meh,” Mercy retorted as she sliced a stalk of celery into strips. “Yer over-reactin’ enough fer both of us, I reckon; freakin’ out over everythin’ ain’t gonna help any.” Amber shrugged, the smooth slide of knife through meat calming in its familiarity. “Ain’t ya worried this’ll screw things up?” The sudden query startled Amber from her near-trance, and she fastened confused green eyes on her lifelong friend.

“Huh?” she uttered. “Screw things up how?” Mercy rolled her eyes and tossed a stem of celery leaves at her face. “Hey, don’t waste that! I dry those for soup!”

“Nerd. Findin’ ourselves in their world, events changin’, plots shiftin’ to revolve around us, any'a that ring a bell?” Mercy snarked. “We could be screwin’ up the timeline just by bein’ here.” Amber stared back, wide-eyed and silent; a flush spread from her cheekbones outward. “Didn’t think'a that, did ya?”

“Well…” she admitted with a sheepish smile. “…not…really, no. Never occurred to me.” The blonde scoffed, tempted to chuck another piece of celery at her.

“It’s official,” she deadpanned. “The fanfiction addict fails at fanfiction.”

“Ya serious, ain’t'cha?” Raphael asked, golden eyes wide in disbelief. “Ya think—ya think I gotta chance with Merse?” He winced, suddenly glancing out the door as though hearing footsteps nearing. Amber didn’t comprehend Raph’s reaction and jumped upright when the blonde herself stormed through the kitchen into the utility room, covered head-to-toe in potting soil, mulch, peat, and clay dust and gently cradling a naked jalapeno plant like a newborn.

“God-fuckin’-dammit!” Mercy snarled as she yanked out stashed supplies—a large basin, another planter, a more securely tied harness, a ladle, bags of dirt, mulch, and peat moss—and proceeded to replant the evicted vegetable with a gentleness that didn’t match her loud temper tantrum. “I TOL’ Mike that hanger wa'n’t tight enough! I TOL'im it was gonna slip if any'un bumped it!” As she worked on repairing the damage she continued bitching and griping but drifted further and further from intelligible complaints and into random expletives too slurred and butchered to discern their origin. Raph stared wide-eyed across the table at Amber, who shrugged.

“She’s a lil’ protective'a the green stuff,” she stage-whispered.

“I heard that, Dillweed!” Mercy snapped, ducking her head around the doorframe long enough to shoot her friend a venomous scowl. “'at chucklehead Mikey’ better be protective of'is BALLS, 'cuz I’m'a smash'em!” As though finally noticing his presence, she quirked a smirk at Raph. “Oh, hey Asshat.” Without further ado, she returned to remedying the situation. Wide Hazel eyes met amused green ones over the table.

“That answer your question?” Amber teased lowly snagging the Scotch bottle to top off his glass. “This one’s on me—you’ll need it.”

By the time Amber finally got up the nerve to meet Mercy in the railyard she was quaking in Kimber��s hoochie boots and dreading the tongue-lashing to come. “H—Hello?” she called out inching through the doorway.

“I take it you two idjits finally made up?” Mercy drawled behind her sending her through the roof again. Amber whipped about wondering how Mercy was managing to sneak up on her so often. Was the blonde taking lessons in ninja from Raph?

“Eh…” She faltered, avoiding her friend’s eyes. “…mibbe?” Mercy paced toward her like a cougar stalking a wounded deer, her blue eyes hard.

“I remember that smell, ya twat,” she pointed out dryly, “an’ I highly doubt you an’ Sir Geeks-a-lot had angry sex in the pantry.”

“There was no sex!” Amber blurted out. “We—It just—Gah!” she burst out and yanked on her braid again. “We just got carried away, but there was no sex, no nudity, no missing clothes even!” The blonde stared her down, scrutinizing her expression for any sign of a lie. “In my defense, I ain’t gotten laid since April of 2011!” The moment the year was out of her mouth, Amber paled and her jaw dropped, the year difference finally hitting her. She left behind the year 2011 and woke up in 2016—did she seriously endure a five-year dry spell in Limbo?! No wonder she nearly screwed Donnie against the pantry shelves!

“So ya just humped against the Heineken,” Mercy summarized bluntly. Amber winced but nodded. “Good thing I don’t drink that shit. 'Bout time you two quit fightin'—I was gettin’ sick'a chewin’ ya both out all the time.”

“S-Sorry,” Bree mumbled in embarrassment, scrubbing her cheeks dry. Honestly, she just met this Amber person and already she spent twenty minutes crying on her. “I—”

“Oi, don’t go beatin’ yerself up,” Amber chastised gently. “Us lahssies gotta stick together, right?” Through the utility room doorway, she heard Mercy whistle and holler,

“Heeeere, Lassie—C'mere girl!”

“Haw!” Amber fired back at the cackling blonde. “Put a sock in it, ya bleach blonde!” Bree stared at Amber like she just grew antlers, seeming to have forgotten her embarrassment and sadness; mission accomplished.

“Lassies?” Bree repeated in confusion, one brown eyebrow disappearing behind her bangs. “You’re Irish?” Amber laughed aloud at the thought; her Gran'da would have turned red and sputtered oaths at the thought.

“Hardly, Hardy. Mum’s family’s from Scotland, some of it stuck.” The younger woman sat silently contemplating things for a bit, then admitted something aloud.

“Mikey was right.”

“Pardon?” Bree blushed slightly but gave a sheepish smile.

“He wasn’t allowed to tell his family about us, but he told me all about you guys…he said you’re compassionate and unfiltered, Mercy’s sarcastic and bristly, and that you’re both a riot and prone to spontaneously insulting each other.” Amber chuckled into her coffee at the thought.

“That’s us a'right,” she admitted. “We’ve been friends too long to take each other seriously.”

“That’d imply I take anyone seriously,” Mercy snarked bustling through the door. Just shy of the table she turned a shit-eating grin to Amber. “What’s wrong, Lassie? Is Timmy in the well?”

“Bite me, Blundie.” Mischief managed, the blonde held her dirt-stained hand out to Bree with a lopsided smirk.

“Mercy Ross, professional plant nut; looks like ya a'ready met the crazy Celt.” Bree couldn’t help smiling as she accepted the handshake.

“Actually, Mike said you’re both a little crazy…crazy can be fun, though, right?” Noticing Amber’s gaze drift toward the pantry, Mercy gave a suggestive eyebrow waggle. A dark blush streaked from the brunette’s nose outward and she suddenly became utterly fascinated with the lip gloss print on her coffee mug.

“You’ve gotta be a little crazy to keep up with this crowd,” Donnie pointed out as he strode toward the coffee maker, a dimpled smirk splitting his face. “Welcome to the family, Briallen.”

From the moment Mercy led Leonardo into the Dojo, he was bullish and impatient. Now, after being warned that he was babying Beverly, he was beyond irate. “I’m not being overprotective,” he insisted sternly. “You don’t know her—you don’t know the sort of challenges she’s faced, or what she has trouble with! How could you even begin to believe you’d understand what’s called for and what’s excessive?”

“No, Ass-Breath, I don’t know her,” the blonde grumbled at him. “Other'n what ya’ve told us, I dunno a damn thing about 'er, but it don’t take knowin’ someone to see the obvious. She’s feelin’ stifled, I kin guarantee it.”

“And on what are you basing this assumption?” he demanded staring her down. “Your addiction?!”

“Fracture in L3 and L2,” Mercy recited in an almost deadpan, “surgically fused to L1 an’ L4. Stable fracture in right kneecap. Four ribs bruised, two cracked. Hairline fracture in left hip socket. Nerve damage in back surroundin’ fractured vertebrae. An’ on top of that,” she added with a stern glare, “three years restricted to a cane, four years 'a torture disguised as physical therapy, an’ a whoppin’ eleven years 'a pain management an’ opiate pain pills.” For a few breaths, Leonardo just stared at her in disbelief, then he stated,

“You lost me.” Denim blue eyes rolled, their owner heaving an exasperated sigh.

“I’m saying I’ been in yer shoes, Dumbass,” she clarified shortly. “I’ seen what happens when ya get too careful with those ya care about. That braided lunatic,” she called out loudly enough to be heard in the kitchen, “thought it’d be fun ta jump in front of a bus!” Sure enough, Amber hollered out from the kitchen,

“Oi! I was hit by a van in the crosswalk—there’s a difference!”

“How’s the GED goin’ Scotch-Bright?” Mercy asked around her pizza crust

“Slowly,” Amber admitted. “I still suck at algebra an’ apparently I peeved-off the instructor today.” She answered Donnie’s questioning glance with a shrug. “What? It’s not my fault the test he wrote up had more spelling and grammar errors than a kindergartner’s Christmas list. I just corrected'em.”

“Grammar Nazi,” Mercy accused pointing a fork at her.

Three women walked into a bar: a spunky brunette, a skinny blonde, and a sulking woman with greying brown hair. It sounded like the beginning of a bad joke, but none of the women were laughing—they were there for one reason and one reason only.

“You’re sure you wanna go through with this?” Bree asked Amber softly as a waitress approached. “It might be easier to go through with sober.” The older woman just nodded; she had incredibly high pain tolerance, but this was a whole 'nother ball game.

“What can I getcha?” the waitress chirped, and Mercy sent the other two a scrutinizing glance.

“I’ll just take sweet tea—no booze,” she answered, and Bree seconded the request. “This one, however,” she added slinging one skinny arm around Amber’s shoulders and triggering an embarrassed blush. “We need'a get'er smashed. She’s a Scotch-snob—any suggestions?” Not long after, the chipper waitress returned with a tray of drinks, two completely innocent and one absolutely reeking of what smelled like several varieties of alcohol. The stench curled Amber’s nose hairs and made her stomach throw tantrums…but if it did the trick, wouldn’t that be worth it?

“If this kills me,” she warned Mercy dryly, “I’m'a haunt yer ass.”

“'long as I don’t wind up spewin’ pea soup. Chug it a'ready—it stinks.”

“Pea soup’s possession, Dingbat,” Amber grumbled, fixing the glass with a suspicious and wary glare. “Well,” she muttered lifting it to her lip, “Down the hatch, be ready to catch.” The first tentative sip made her choke, and she had to force herself to swallow. “Dear God!” she rasped staring down at the glass in horror. “'is shit tastes like Tussin!”

“Tough noodles,” Mercy drawled. “We’ve got twenty minutes to get you hammered—grow a pair an’ hurry up.”

Maybe there was something to be said for facing things sober after all…

A loud scuffling at the front door drew Donatello from his ruminations. The Lab floor was no longer mined with bits and pieces from the control box, but he hadn’t had the heart to move on beyond that point yet. Hoping and dreading the source of the racket outside, he hurried to the door and popped his head out to look…only to gape in absolute disbelief.

Amber was back—clearly just shy of drunk and leaning on Mercy for support. The blonde led her inebriated friend to her and Donnie’s bedroom, kicked the door open, and they disappeared inside. Confused, he followed, listening in on the hushed conversation.

“Nez-time,” Amber slurred as Mercy eased her down onto the bed, “I’m'a stay sober fer-it—tha’ wiz crap…”

“No one said it’d be easy,” Mercy reminded bluntly dragging the trashcan over by the bed for easy access. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen ya drunk—this’s hilarious.”

“’m no’ drunk,” Amber argued sourly. “’m fuggin’ blootert!” Without further ado, the wasted brunette passed out completely.

“I’m'a just pretend I know whatcha said.”

“So how’s work going?” April groaned in annoyance, picking at her pizza crust.

“My new boss is a tyrant,” she grumbled in answer to Donatello’s question. Every time April and her fellow reporters took a story on-air, it had to be written up before hand, and the 'big boss’ was a complete grammar Nazi. “She chewed me out for a ridiculous typo today—said 'if you can’t properly spell 'Bronx’ maybe you should go work there.’ Auto-correct is gonna get me fired.”

“Hey, I thought you were workin’ at the pizza parlor!” Mercy teased Amber. “When’d ya take up journalism, Grammar Nazi?”

“I didn’t,” Amber answered with mock offense; if she was April’s boss, she wouldn’t be dodging cars to deliver pizza. “Hence the pizza sauce on your chin…Messy.” Instead of embarrassing the blonde, however, the remark just made her turn to Raphael and point at her face in a hint; sure enough, the burly ninja swiped the trace of sauce away and sucked it off his finger, intentionally holding eye contact with the blushing blonde. “Oi! Some of us are eatin’ here, ya horndogs!”

“Not my problem,” Mercy teased a little too breathlessly, completely ignoring Casey’s cringe and Splinter’s dirty looks.

“You're…yer invitin’ us to come with the family?” Amber asked Casey in disbelief. “You - You’ll let us come stay with y'all in Northampton for the trip? But–"

"Yer not Kimbuh Bryant, right?” Casey cut her off avoiding her eyes in favor of his plate. “You an’ Blondie ain’t gonna hurt anyone, an’ yer part of the family now, right? Why shouldn’t ya come along? It’s just a weekend.” He winced at April’s elbow to the ribs, then added with an awkward pacifying smile, “Dis one, at least. Maybe once we’ve all gotten used ta one another, we can take longer trips.”

Amber turned wistful, watery eyes to Donnie; sure enough, he winked at her in confirmation of his interference, and the hand on her thigh squeezed again. When she spoke again, her voice was hoarse and her smile weak. “We’d love to go with y'all,” she admitted quickly glancing at Mercy for confirmation only to cringe at the sight of the blonde trying to feed Raphael a breadstick. Surely that wasn’t meant to look suggestive…right? Amber needed to get laid before everything around her started looking sexual!

“One question,” Mercy asked brusquely, took a bite off the breadstick she just shared with Raph, chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. “Are there cows? It ain’t the country if there’s no cows.”

“Da neighbors got cows,” Casey answered blankly. “An’ chickens…an’ I think dey- even gotta donkey. Why?”

“Well, strap me to the luggage rack an’ hit the road,” Mercy grinned. She missed her family’s livestock—missed being around cows, especially—and if she hadn’t been already convinced by the 'weekend in the country,’ the cows sealed the deal. She loved cows, after all… “Don’t bother settin’ up a place in the attic fer Scotch-bright, though—she’s sleepin’ with the nerd.” Amber choked on her iced tea and Donatello had to start whacking her on the back to clear her lungs.

“Mercy!” the brunette objected shrilly, her voice hoarse from the tea she inhaled.

“What?” the blonde asked her embarrassed friend with feigned confusion as Casey sputtered in disbelief. “Y'are.” Amber hid her face in her hand, sure it was turning as purple as Donnie’s mask. “Better lock the pantry, too, Case—those two’re deviants.”

Amber swatted blindly at the source of the tickling on her nose, growling under her breath. When her eyes finally opened—shooting daggers over her being woken up—she registered Mercy Ross leaning over the back of the bench seat before her, grinning like a lunatic and holding the end of one of her braids. Clearly, she was tickling Amber’s nose with it to wake her up. “Gi'off, Blundie,”- Amber grumbled at the blonde, yanking her hair loose and settling herself more comfortably in the nook of the van’s back seat and the wall.

“Ya slept the whole trip, Scotch-Bright,” Mercy teased with a toothy smile. “We’re at the farmhouse—the guys’ve already carried everything inside, even.” Amber blinked at the revelation, wondering how she could have slept through an entire car ride with Casey and April—specifically Casey’s road rage and bitching or April’s crazy driving. “C'mon in a'ready.”

Still a little out-of-sorts because of her strange dream, Amber collected her carry-on and unbuckled, stretched the kinks out of her spine, and stoop-walked her way from the backseat of the van to the sliding door. She hit the ground with a stumble, shook herself as though to wake herself up more, and took in her surroundings. Mercy hopped down from the van’s middle seat with much more grace than her still-half-asleep friend. The two stood silently for a moment, staring at the big red barn before them. “If that’s the farmhouse, I’m callin’ bullshite.”

“The house is behind us, Genius,” Mercy laughed, swatting at Amber and leading the way around the van. As she rounded Casey’s old van, the farmhouse came into view—old and rustic, but not quite as big as she’d expected. "Speakin’ of freaky dreams,“ Mercy teased jabbing Amber in the side, "Casey said this place has a pantry.” Predictably incensed by the taunt, Amber swatted at the blonde, her face red.

“Hey, you two,” Casey called out from the doorway. “If yer comin’ in, behave yerselves!”

“What if I don’t wanna behave?” Mercy shot back, and Casey rolled his eyes. “What? Well-behaved women rarely make history, right O'Brien?” Amber rolled her eyes and stumbled past her without a word. “Wait…I smell cows!—Jason, ya said yer neighbors have cows, right?” Before Casey could correct her or answer her, the blonde took off like a shot to seek out her quarry.

Dinner was just like any other dinner the odd family shared—Mercy and Raphael flirted outrageously to annoy the rest, Mikey talked almost non-stop, Leo shot his brothers reprimanding looks over lapses in manners, and everyone ate far more than they should have. The only unusual occurrence was Amber repeatedly squirming and shifting in her seat as though favoring a sore buttock. Leo refused to contemplate the reason, after having run into the guilty couple earlier, and pointedly ignored her blushing and the creaking of her chair. Unfortunately, someone didn’t get the message.

“You okay, Sis?” Michelangelo asked after yet another loud creak; in her embarrassment, the brunette dropped her fork onto her plate with a loud clatter and tried to cover up her embarrassment by taking a long swig of water. Red-faced with embarrassment, she nodded in answer and tried to focus on her casserole. Misinterpreting her reaction, Mikey turned a glare on Donnie, completely missing the brainy turtle’s horrified expression. “Bruh, I told ya you need'a bug-bomb that loft,” the youngest scolded. “Somethin’ probably bit her!”

Amber choked on her water and started hacking it back out of her lungs; though he’d normally assist by whacking her on the back, Donnie just stared at his brother in silent horror. “We don’t need Sis turnin’ into Spider-Dudette over some radioactive spider bite from your mad-sciency stuff out there,” Mikey continued uncontested despite Leo kicking him under the table. “That kinda stuff never works out well, even in comics!” Still coughing and beating her chest, Amber screeched her chair back from the table and rushed out of the room before she embarrassed herself further.

Mercy glared at her friend’s retreating back. She recalled the suspicious tooth-marks on Amber’s wrist not too long ago…and she suspected this was another such incident. Grinning slyly, she hollered out the door at the fleeing woman, “Didja at least bite it back?” A gruff curse rang out on the stairs in reply, and Mercy noticed that Donnie was practically purple in the face; she silently interpreted this as a 'yeah, she did.’ Meanwhile, Mikey continued on in his tangent about radioactive spider-bites being a menace to public safety and started listing off the first signs of having been bitten by a radioactive spider. Leo wouldn’t look at anyone and he seemed to have lost his appetite.

Mercy turned to Raph, glanced pointedly at the mortified genius and Amber’s empty chair, then shot her boyfriend a suggestive eyebrow waggle. Raph, easily following her train of thought, cringed in disgust and elbowed her in the side. Supposedly oblivious to the tension filling the room and not connecting the dots for himself, Mikey continued his rant unhindered.

At least, Leo considered as he stared down his half-empty plate, Amber and Donnie were stinking up the barn’s loft this time instead of the pantry.

Amber storms into the shabby kitchen like a woman on a mission, only to stop dead at the counter and dig through the cooler on the floor. As every time before, she is faced with the painful truth that she forgot the Scotch…as every time before, she feels torn between tears and sarcasm. “Why’s the rum always gone?” she mumbles pathetically.

“Ye drank it awl, Jack,”# Mercy snarks through the open window startling her. “Ye an’ yer damn peanuts!” As her heart rate calms, Amber grins,

“Finally, someone who gets me! Where’ve ya been all my life?”

“Straight an’ surrounded by cows,” Mercy teases ducking through the kitchen door. “Fortunately for you, Pretty-Boy stocks actual rum—says'e makes a mean mojito.” The blonde shrugs noncommittally. “Wouldn’t touch it with a twenty-foot pole wit'a stick on th'end, but I don’t drink.” Amber smirks at the mental image of Mercy jousting with a living mojito and turns to dig a glass out of the cupboard.

“Don’t really wanna drink,” she admits as she draws tea from the jug on the windowsill. “Jus’ miss home again…miss when things actually made some farkin’ sense.”

“More farkin’ sense than Donnie bangin’ that heap'a bolts instead'a you?” Mercy suggests slyly, her denim blue eyes grinning as widely as her lips. Amber slumps down at the counter, almost missing the barstool.

“I think yer filter broke, Merse,” she suggests dryly. “Yer startin’ to talk like me.”

“Blame Raph” Mercy shrugs drawing a glass of tea for herself and downing it in a single breath. “He’s not one fer holdin'is tongue, an’ don’t see why I do…filters’re overrated anyway.”

There’s something freeing about belting out music as horribly as one can, and Donnie’s become rather fond of his and Amber’s impromptu song-murdering sessions. Crammed into her usual shower stall like sardines in a can, the couple serenade the presumably empty bathroom with completely god-awful acapella singing, one with a goofy grin and the other with a washcloth covering his cartilage-shielded ears. Some days that washcloth is the only thing standing between him and total hearing loss.

“One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble - Not much between despair and ecstasy! One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble - Can’t be too careful with your company - I can feel the devil walking next to me!” By the time they’ve effectively slaughtered the entire song, they couldn’t keep a straight face to save their lives; they break down laughing at themselves and each other. “Yer brothers probably think we’re torturing a cat,” Amber wheezes as she rinses the coconut-scented suds out of her hair.

“Nah,” Donnie teases openly watching the bubbles trail down her slick skin. “Mikey’s singing on the other hand…”

“Will you two shut up a'ready?!” Raphael’s sudden outburst—coming from the furthest stall—makes the couple flinch. Amber’s cheeks flare scarlet at being caught showering with her mate. “It’s too damn early fer dis!” Donnie opens his mouth to fire back a retort, but another voice cuts him off.

“If yer awake enough ta bitch,” Mercy reminds Raph in a tone dripping with sarcasm, “yer awake enough to scrub my back. Shut up an’ do yer job!” Hazel meets grey-green, both pairs of eyes torn between horror and embarrassment. Somehow they never heard Raph or Mercy enter the bathroom…or guessed that they weren’t the only couple prone to sharing the shower in the morning. Some things, they decide with a mutual nod, are better left unheard.

“Hi!” an all-too chipper voice interrupts Amber’s daydreaming. She startles, turning to greet the speaker, her left hand deep in her purse clenched around her can of mace; old habits die hard, especially old habits born from being stalked by crazy Purple Dragon punks. The source, a perky blonde co-ed leaning over the counter of the perfume and cosmetics hub, puts Amber’s mind somewhat at ease. The much younger woman’s big blue eyes are eager behind her oversized glasses and the tops of her likely padded breasts are nearly spilling out over the neckline of her pink baby-doll tee. “Have you ever considered trying a new fragrance? Maybe a little something to attract a man to your life?” It takes everything Amber’s got to keep her impending 'why me?’ face from surfacing, but she manages. She’s a lone woman loitering by the wedding ring display; naturally, everyone’s going to assume she’s a bitter single person.

“Thanks for your concern, Hon,” Amber remarks carefully, raising her hand from her purse to show off her clearly occupied ring finger, “but I really don’t need another one. I’m just bored stiff waiting for my friends.”

“Well, let’s get you unbored!” the clerk chirps excitedly—clearly too horrified by Amber’s bare face and lack of perfume to accept the 'no.’ What follows can be best described as a long, frustrating exercise in patience. No, she doesn’t wear makeup and doesn’t want to wear makeup—it irritates her skin. No, she isn’t interested in any so-called 'hypoallergenic’ makeup, it’s not worth the hassle. Yes, she’s sure. Yes, she’s happy not wearing perfume, the stuff stinks and her 'husband’ has 'chemical sensitivities.’ The last one she has to do some serious BS-ing on. Donnie’s not shown any signs of chemical sensitivities, unlike Mercy, but he and his brothers all have incredibly sensitive noses; a light scent might be strong enough to give him a migraine.

“Look…Zephyr, is it?” Amber points out irritably after glancing at the clerk’s nametag. “I’m not in the market for any makeup, perfume, or whatever—I’m just here because my smart-ass friend got lost in the fitting room.” Zephyr stares vacantly at her, her big empty blue eyes bright behind her dramatically sweeping blonde bangs, seemingly unable to comprehend that her company isn’t wanted. Amber casts her eyes about, frantic for escape, and finally one appears - a flower-decked poster advertising hypoallergenic perfume. “Then again…” Well, if it got Zephyr to look away long enough for her to retreat, it might work. “I don’t suppose that brand has anything really light and tropical, maybe with mango and coconut?” Though she intended to stump the clerk by asking for something unlikely, she quickly realizes she instead presented a challenge. Blue eyes brighter than ever, Zephyr ducks down to dig through the glass case then pops right back up, presenting a bottle of perfume like one would present an Oscar.

“It’s called Island Escape!” she giggles completely missing Amber’s crestfallen expression. Well, that didn’t work! “The fragrance is based around fresh mangos and mandarin oranges with notes of coconut and papaya and just the slightest hint of passion fruit!” Before Amber can even get a word out, Zephyr sprays into the tiny cap and holds it out for her to sniff…as though she could even smell a skunk over the stench from the rest of the perfume.

“What smells good?” Mercy pipes up behind Amber startling her. “Usually this counter stinks like a French hooker.” The brunette chokes back her laughter and turns nearly purple, both at Mercy’s complete lack of a filter and Zephyr’s disappointed pout. Seemingly not realizing she said anything off-color, Mercy ducks forward to tentatively sniff at the cap offered, and blinks in surprise. “Hey, that’s you!” she points out to Amber with a grin. “Y'ought'a try that!”

Great…now she has two pushy blondes trying to force perfume on her.

Friends like those two can really make your life a mess, but boy is worth it!

[bastards-utopia]

I YEARN to speak up about that one thing that i think the community got wrong-

I think that what Rogue wers is not fur or anything like that but bundled straw mino (蓑) Mino was used by farmers, travelers, and samurai alike, especially during rainy or snowy weather. Mino also provided some warmth and wind protection due to the straw's insulating properties... It was typically worn draped over the shoulders and tied at the chest.

Although, because its LEGO, it’s much smaller and more decorative than a real mino. It guess its more symbolic than practical.

[bastards-utopia]

I am going to kick and scream because in japanese folklore there's a belief that the only thing that can kill a centipede is spitting on it, which has a direct connection with water + as a superstition it was believed that if a centipede went the way of a samurai it meant good luck in battle !!!

The fact that there was actually a master of fire who became a centipede will never cease to amaze me.

[ghost-chance]

Amber O'Brien and Mercy Ross: awkward friends bond awkwardly.

"Oi, Blundie!" The sudden call at Mercy's back startled her, but the speaker's appearance was even more surprising—short and pudgy with frizzy rust-brown hair in pigtails and a bright, crooked grin that seemed all upper teeth. Mercy had seen the girl before—had been assigned to the same classes with her since Kindergarten—but neither had ever made any effort to make an acquaintance. After all, Mercy was shy and the other girl was hard to understand. "Kin I set'ere, mibbe?"

"Who's askin'?" Mercy frowned down into her lunchbox, hoping the other wouldn't see how red her eyes were. Their class was on a field trip, after all, a day trip to a larger town's science museum—she was supposed to be having fun, not crying over bullies!

"Ah'm Amber O'Brine," the green-eyed second-grader answered thickly helping herself to the nearest empty chair regardless. "Dinnae mind those dolts nae mair, 'ey're coarsin' ya 'cause'ey're feart'a ya. 'ey cannae handle a girl wit' class, ya knuw?"

While Mercy struggled to decipher what she heard, the group of kids at the nearest table—the rude brats from another school who'd teased Mercy relentlessly for wearing a dress on a field trip—started catcalling at the brunette and mocking her thick foreign burr. "Haw!" She shouted back. "Stew it ya clarty toonsers! Yer all honkin'a smawg!" Without missing a beat, she turned back to Mercy, offering her chubby hand with a bright smile. "Dingy tha dafties , 'ey need a kip. Friends?"**

"Like I' gotta choice?" Mercy mumbled still trying to figure out what Amber said.

Delirious and red as a beet, Donatello stumbled out the door, drifting vaguely toward the empty lab mumbling unintelligibly under his breath. Amber and Mercy watched his retreat, one amused, one bewildered.

"Was it something I said?" Amber asked Mercy, finally turning to meet the blonde's grey-blue eyes. Mercy shot her a 'we are not amused' deadpan and jabbed her thumb at the space behind her; taking the hint, Amber returned to her place, taking up the comb and scissors again.

"Nope," Mercy answered dryly as chunks of matted blonde hair fell all around her; good riddance, she thought. "You just blew his mind, that's all…an' if his brain's as big as you say it is, you may'a just triggered another Chernobyl."

"Hey!" Amber retorted, shaking the comb at her. "I was nowhere near Chernobyl when the meltdown happened, thank ya very much!"

"Only 'cuz ya weren't born yet," Mercy teased back. Amber couldn't help but grin; she'd missed the playful banter with Aaron and Mercy so much it was ridiculous. She couldn't have Aaron, but maybe with Mercy, at least, her new life would be a little easier. Should the words cross her lips, though, she knew her friend would become uncomfortable, so she settled for a more accepted response: insulting her.

"Face forward," she ordered with a smirk and a light slap to the back of the blonde's head, "or I swear ta bog, I will give you the world's saddest mullet." 

The door swung shut on a silent, still bathroom; Amber and Mercy stood staring at the steel panel door, questioning what just happened. Finally, Amber broke the silence.

"Did he just…" Mercy nodded.

"Yup," she answered blankly. "He did."

"Donatello just Howl's Moving Castle'd me?!" Amber squeaked at her friend, her normally low voice painfully shrill. "For real?!" Finally getting a hold of herself, Mercy smirked back.

"Leave it to you to turn a movie title into a verb," she teased, then added in a sing-song tone, "He thinks yer gorgeous,"

"ACK!" Amber flinched, swatting at her friend.

"He's got a turtle crush!"

"Mercy!"

"You wanna kiss'im," Mercy taunted as Amber chased her around the bathroom with the scissors. "You wanna hug'im, you wanna love'im—"

"Ya wanna DIE, DON'T YOU?!"

"You're certainly takin' this well, Merse," Amber commented off-handedly as she set aside her glass and took up the knife again. "Ya'd think you were in another city rather than another world."

"Meh," Mercy retorted as she sliced a stalk of celery into strips. "Yer over-reactin' enough fer both of us, I reckon; freakin' out over everythin' ain't gonna help any." Amber shrugged, the smooth slide of knife through meat calming in its familiarity. "Ain't ya worried this'll screw things up?" The sudden query startled Amber from her near-trance, and she fastened confused green eyes on her lifelong friend.

"Huh?" she uttered. "Screw things up how?" Mercy rolled her eyes and tossed a stem of celery leaves at her face. "Hey, don't waste that! I dry those for soup!"

"Nerd. Findin' ourselves in their world, events changin', plots shiftin' to revolve around us, any'a that ring a bell?" Mercy snarked. "We could be screwin' up the timeline just by bein' here." Amber stared back, wide-eyed and silent; a flush spread from her cheekbones outward. "Didn't think'a that, did ya?"

"Well..." she admitted with a sheepish smile. "…not…really, no. Never occurred to me." The blonde scoffed, tempted to chuck another piece of celery at her.

"It's official," she deadpanned. "The fanfiction addict fails at fanfiction."

"Ya serious, ain't'cha?" Raphael asked, golden eyes wide in disbelief. "Ya think—ya think I gotta chance with Merse?" He winced, suddenly glancing out the door as though hearing footsteps nearing. Amber didn't comprehend Raph's reaction and jumped upright when the blonde herself stormed through the kitchen into the utility room, covered head-to-toe in potting soil, mulch, peat, and clay dust and gently cradling a naked jalapeno plant like a newborn.

"God-fuckin'-dammit!" Mercy snarled as she yanked out stashed supplies—a large basin, another planter, a more securely tied harness, a ladle, bags of dirt, mulch, and peat moss—and proceeded to replant the evicted vegetable with a gentleness that didn't match her loud temper tantrum. "I TOL' Mike that hanger wa'n't tight enough! I TOL'im it was gonna slip if any'un bumped it!" As she worked on repairing the damage she continued bitching and griping but drifted further and further from intelligible complaints and into random expletives too slurred and butchered to discern their origin. Raph stared wide-eyed across the table at Amber, who shrugged.

"She's a lil' protective'a the green stuff," she stage-whispered.

"I heard that, Dillweed!" Mercy snapped, ducking her head around the doorframe long enough to shoot her friend a venomous scowl. "'at chucklehead Mikey' better be protective of'is BALLS, 'cuz I'm'a smash'em!" As though finally noticing his presence, she quirked a smirk at Raph. "Oh, hey Asshat." Without further ado, she returned to remedying the situation. Wide Hazel eyes met amused green ones over the table.

"That answer your question?" Amber teased lowly snagging the Scotch bottle to top off his glass. "This one's on me—you'll need it."

By the time Amber finally got up the nerve to meet Mercy in the railyard she was quaking in Kimber's hoochie boots and dreading the tongue-lashing to come. "H—Hello?" she called out inching through the doorway.

"I take it you two idjits finally made up?" Mercy drawled behind her sending her through the roof again. Amber whipped about wondering how Mercy was managing to sneak up on her so often. Was the blonde taking lessons in ninja from Raph?

"Eh…" She faltered, avoiding her friend's eyes. "…mibbe?" Mercy paced toward her like a cougar stalking a wounded deer, her blue eyes hard.

"I remember that smell, ya twat," she pointed out dryly, "an' I highly doubt you an' Sir Geeks-a-lot had angry sex in the pantry."

"There was no sex!" Amber blurted out. "We—It just—Gah!" she burst out and yanked on her braid again. "We just got carried away, but there was no sex, no nudity, no missing clothes even!" The blonde stared her down, scrutinizing her expression for any sign of a lie. "In my defense, I ain't gotten laid since April of 2011!" The moment the year was out of her mouth, Amber paled and her jaw dropped, the year difference finally hitting her. She left behind the year 2011 and woke up in 2016—did she seriously endure a five-year dry spell in Limbo?! No wonder she nearly screwed Donnie against the pantry shelves!

"So ya just humped against the Heineken," Mercy summarized bluntly. Amber winced but nodded. "Good thing I don't drink that shit. 'Bout time you two quit fightin'—I was gettin' sick'a chewin' ya both out all the time."

"S-Sorry," Bree mumbled in embarrassment, scrubbing her cheeks dry. Honestly, she just met this Amber person and already she spent twenty minutes crying on her. "I—"

"Oi, don't go beatin' yerself up," Amber chastised gently. "Us lahssies gotta stick together, right?" Through the utility room doorway, she heard Mercy whistle and holler,

"Heeeere, Lassie—C'mere girl!"

"Haw!" Amber fired back at the cackling blonde. "Put a sock in it, ya bleach blonde!" Bree stared at Amber like she just grew antlers, seeming to have forgotten her embarrassment and sadness; mission accomplished.

"Lassies?" Bree repeated in confusion, one brown eyebrow disappearing behind her bangs. "You're Irish?" Amber laughed aloud at the thought; her Gran'da would have turned red and sputtered oaths at the thought.

"Hardly, Hardy. Mum's family's from Scotland, some of it stuck." The younger woman sat silently contemplating things for a bit, then admitted something aloud.

"Mikey was right."

"Pardon?" Bree blushed slightly but gave a sheepish smile.

"He wasn't allowed to tell his family about us, but he told me all about you guys…he said you're compassionate and unfiltered, Mercy's sarcastic and bristly, and that you're both a riot and prone to spontaneously insulting each other." Amber chuckled into her coffee at the thought.

"That's us a'right," she admitted. "We've been friends too long to take each other seriously."

"That'd imply I take anyone seriously," Mercy snarked bustling through the door. Just shy of the table she turned a shit-eating grin to Amber. "What's wrong, Lassie? Is Timmy in the well?"

"Bite me, Blundie." Mischief managed, the blonde held her dirt-stained hand out to Bree with a lopsided smirk.

"Mercy Ross, professional plant nut; looks like ya a'ready met the crazy Celt." Bree couldn't help smiling as she accepted the handshake.

"Actually, Mike said you're both a little crazy…crazy can be fun, though, right?" Noticing Amber's gaze drift toward the pantry, Mercy gave a suggestive eyebrow waggle. A dark blush streaked from the brunette's nose outward and she suddenly became utterly fascinated with the lip gloss print on her coffee mug.

"You've gotta be a little crazy to keep up with this crowd," Donnie pointed out as he strode toward the coffee maker, a dimpled smirk splitting his face. "Welcome to the family, Briallen."

From the moment Mercy led Leonardo into the Dojo, he was bullish and impatient. Now, after being warned that he was babying Beverly, he was beyond irate. "I'm not being overprotective," he insisted sternly. "You don't know her—you don't know the sort of challenges she's faced, or what she has trouble with! How could you even begin to believe you'd understand what's called for and what's excessive?"

"No, Ass-Breath, I don't know her," the blonde grumbled at him. "Other'n what ya've told us, I dunno a damn thing about 'er, but it don't take knowin' someone to see the obvious. She's feelin' stifled, I kin guarantee it."

"And on what are you basing this assumption?" he demanded staring her down. "Your addiction?!"

"Fracture in L3 and L2," Mercy recited in an almost deadpan, "surgically fused to L1 an' L4. Stable fracture in right kneecap. Four ribs bruised, two cracked. Hairline fracture in left hip socket. Nerve damage in back surroundin' fractured vertebrae. An' on top of that," she added with a stern glare, "three years restricted to a cane, four years 'a torture disguised as physical therapy, an' a whoppin' eleven years 'a pain management an' opiate pain pills." For a few breaths, Leonardo just stared at her in disbelief, then he stated,

"You lost me." Denim blue eyes rolled, their owner heaving an exasperated sigh.

"I'm saying I' been in yer shoes, Dumbass," she clarified shortly. "I' seen what happens when ya get too careful with those ya care about. That braided lunatic," she called out loudly enough to be heard in the kitchen, "thought it'd be fun ta jump in front of a bus!" Sure enough, Amber hollered out from the kitchen,

"Oi! I was hit by a van in the crosswalk—there's a difference!"

"How's the GED goin' Scotch-Bright?" Mercy asked around her pizza crust

"Slowly," Amber admitted. "I still suck at algebra an' apparently I peeved-off the instructor today." She answered Donnie's questioning glance with a shrug. "What? It's not my fault the test he wrote up had more spelling and grammar errors than a kindergartner's Christmas list. I just corrected'em."

"Grammar Nazi," Mercy accused pointing a fork at her.

Three women walked into a bar: a spunky brunette, a skinny blonde, and a sulking woman with greying brown hair. It sounded like the beginning of a bad joke, but none of the women were laughing—they were there for one reason and one reason only.

"You're sure you wanna go through with this?" Bree asked Amber softly as a waitress approached. "It might be easier to go through with sober." The older woman just nodded; she had incredibly high pain tolerance, but this was a whole 'nother ball game.

"What can I getcha?" the waitress chirped, and Mercy sent the other two a scrutinizing glance.

"I'll just take sweet tea—no booze," she answered, and Bree seconded the request. "This one, however," she added slinging one skinny arm around Amber's shoulders and triggering an embarrassed blush. "We need'a get'er smashed. She's a Scotch-snob—any suggestions?" Not long after, the chipper waitress returned with a tray of drinks, two completely innocent and one absolutely reeking of what smelled like several varieties of alcohol. The stench curled Amber's nose hairs and made her stomach throw tantrums…but if it did the trick, wouldn't that be worth it?

"If this kills me," she warned Mercy dryly, "I'm'a haunt yer ass."

"'long as I don't wind up spewin' pea soup. Chug it a'ready—it stinks."

"Pea soup's possession, Dingbat," Amber grumbled, fixing the glass with a suspicious and wary glare. "Well," she muttered lifting it to her lip, "Down the hatch, be ready to catch." The first tentative sip made her choke, and she had to force herself to swallow. "Dear God!" she rasped staring down at the glass in horror. "'is shit tastes like Tussin!"

"Tough noodles," Mercy drawled. "We've got twenty minutes to get you hammered—grow a pair an' hurry up."

Maybe there was something to be said for facing things sober after all…

 A loud scuffling at the front door drew Donatello from his ruminations. The Lab floor was no longer mined with bits and pieces from the control box, but he hadn't had the heart to move on beyond that point yet. Hoping and dreading the source of the racket outside, he hurried to the door and popped his head out to look…only to gape in absolute disbelief.

Amber was back—clearly just shy of drunk and leaning on Mercy for support. The blonde led her inebriated friend to her and Donnie's bedroom, kicked the door open, and they disappeared inside. Confused, he followed, listening in on the hushed conversation.

"Nez-time," Amber slurred as Mercy eased her down onto the bed, "I'm'a stay sober fer-it—tha' wiz crap..."

"No one said it'd be easy," Mercy reminded bluntly dragging the trashcan over by the bed for easy access. "Don't think I've ever seen ya drunk—this's hilarious."

"'m no' drunk," Amber argued sourly. "'m fuggin' blootert!" Without further ado, the wasted brunette passed out completely.

"I'm'a just pretend I know whatcha said."

"So how's work going?" April groaned in annoyance, picking at her pizza crust.

"My new boss is a tyrant," she grumbled in answer to Donatello's question. Every time April and her fellow reporters took a story on-air, it had to be written up before hand, and the 'big boss' was a complete grammar Nazi. "She chewed me out for a ridiculous typo today—said 'if you can't properly spell 'Bronx' maybe you should go work there.' Auto-correct is gonna get me fired."

"Hey, I thought you were workin' at the pizza parlor!" Mercy teased Amber. "When'd ya take up journalism, Grammar Nazi?"

"I didn't," Amber answered with mock offense; if she was April's boss, she wouldn't be dodging cars to deliver pizza. "Hence the pizza sauce on your chin…Messy." Instead of embarrassing the blonde, however, the remark just made her turn to Raphael and point at her face in a hint; sure enough, the burly ninja swiped the trace of sauce away and sucked it off his finger, intentionally holding eye contact with the blushing blonde. "Oi! Some of us are eatin' here, ya horndogs!"

"Not my problem," Mercy teased a little too breathlessly, completely ignoring Casey's cringe and Splinter's dirty looks.

"You're…yer invitin' us to come with the family?" Amber asked Casey in disbelief. "You - You'll let us come stay with y'all in Northampton for the trip? But--" 

"Yer not Kimbuh Bryant, right?" Casey cut her off avoiding her eyes in favor of his plate. "You an' Blondie ain't gonna hurt anyone, an' yer part of the family now, right? Why shouldn't ya come along? It's just a weekend." He winced at April's elbow to the ribs, then added with an awkward pacifying smile, "Dis one, at least. Maybe once we've all gotten used ta one another, we can take longer trips."

Amber turned wistful, watery eyes to Donnie; sure enough, he winked at her in confirmation of his interference, and the hand on her thigh squeezed again. When she spoke again, her voice was hoarse and her smile weak. "We'd love to go with y'all," she admitted quickly glancing at Mercy for confirmation only to cringe at the sight of the blonde trying to feed Raphael a breadstick. Surely that wasn't meant to look suggestive…right? Amber needed to get laid before everything around her started looking sexual!

"One question," Mercy asked brusquely, took a bite off the breadstick she just shared with Raph, chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. "Are there cows? It ain't the country if there's no cows."

"Da neighbors got cows," Casey answered blankly. "An' chickens…an' I think dey- even gotta donkey. Why?"

"Well, strap me to the luggage rack an' hit the road," Mercy grinned. She missed her family's livestock—missed being around cows, especially—and if she hadn't been already convinced by the 'weekend in the country,' the cows sealed the deal. She loved cows, after all… "Don't bother settin' up a place in the attic fer Scotch-bright, though—she's sleepin' with the nerd." Amber choked on her iced tea and Donatello had to start whacking her on the back to clear her lungs.

"Mercy!" the brunette objected shrilly, her voice hoarse from the tea she inhaled.

"What?" the blonde asked her embarrassed friend with feigned confusion as Casey sputtered in disbelief. "Y'are." Amber hid her face in her hand, sure it was turning as purple as Donnie's mask. "Better lock the pantry, too, Case—those two're deviants."

Amber swatted blindly at the source of the tickling on her nose, growling under her breath. When her eyes finally opened—shooting daggers over her being woken up—she registered Mercy Ross leaning over the back of the bench seat before her, grinning like a lunatic and holding the end of one of her braids. Clearly, she was tickling Amber's nose with it to wake her up. "Gi'off, Blundie,"- Amber grumbled at the blonde, yanking her hair loose and settling herself more comfortably in the nook of the van's back seat and the wall.

"Ya slept the whole trip, Scotch-Bright," Mercy teased with a toothy smile. "We're at the farmhouse—the guys've already carried everything inside, even." Amber blinked at the revelation, wondering how she could have slept through an entire car ride with Casey and April—specifically Casey's road rage and bitching or April's crazy driving. "C'mon in a'ready."

Still a little out-of-sorts because of her strange dream, Amber collected her carry-on and unbuckled, stretched the kinks out of her spine, and stoop-walked her way from the backseat of the van to the sliding door. She hit the ground with a stumble, shook herself as though to wake herself up more, and took in her surroundings. Mercy hopped down from the van's middle seat with much more grace than her still-half-asleep friend. The two stood silently for a moment, staring at the big red barn before them. "If that's the farmhouse, I'm callin' bullshite."

"The house is behind us, Genius," Mercy laughed, swatting at Amber and leading the way around the van. As she rounded Casey's old van, the farmhouse came into view—old and rustic, but not quite as big as she'd expected. "Speakin' of freaky dreams," Mercy teased jabbing Amber in the side, "Casey said this place has a pantry." Predictably incensed by the taunt, Amber swatted at the blonde, her face red.

"Hey, you two," Casey called out from the doorway. "If yer comin' in, behave yerselves!"

"What if I don't wanna behave?" Mercy shot back, and Casey rolled his eyes. "What? Well-behaved women rarely make history, right O'Brien?" Amber rolled her eyes and stumbled past her without a word. "Wait…I smell cows!—Jason, ya said yer neighbors have cows, right?" Before Casey could correct her or answer her, the blonde took off like a shot to seek out her quarry.

Dinner was just like any other dinner the odd family shared—Mercy and Raphael flirted outrageously to annoy the rest, Mikey talked almost non-stop, Leo shot his brothers reprimanding looks over lapses in manners, and everyone ate far more than they should have. The only unusual occurrence was Amber repeatedly squirming and shifting in her seat as though favoring a sore buttock. Leo refused to contemplate the reason, after having run into the guilty couple earlier, and pointedly ignored her blushing and the creaking of her chair. Unfortunately, someone didn't get the message.

"You okay, Sis?" Michelangelo asked after yet another loud creak; in her embarrassment, the brunette dropped her fork onto her plate with a loud clatter and tried to cover up her embarrassment by taking a long swig of water. Red-faced with embarrassment, she nodded in answer and tried to focus on her casserole. Misinterpreting her reaction, Mikey turned a glare on Donnie, completely missing the brainy turtle's horrified expression. "Bruh, I told ya you need'a bug-bomb that loft," the youngest scolded. "Somethin' probably bit her!"

Amber choked on her water and started hacking it back out of her lungs; though he'd normally assist by whacking her on the back, Donnie just stared at his brother in silent horror. "We don't need Sis turnin' into Spider-Dudette over some radioactive spider bite from your mad-sciency stuff out there," Mikey continued uncontested despite Leo kicking him under the table. "That kinda stuff never works out well, even in comics!" Still coughing and beating her chest, Amber screeched her chair back from the table and rushed out of the room before she embarrassed herself further.

Mercy glared at her friend's retreating back. She recalled the suspicious tooth-marks on Amber's wrist not too long ago…and she suspected this was another such incident. Grinning slyly, she hollered out the door at the fleeing woman, "Didja at least bite it back?" A gruff curse rang out on the stairs in reply, and Mercy noticed that Donnie was practically purple in the face; she silently interpreted this as a 'yeah, she did.' Meanwhile, Mikey continued on in his tangent about radioactive spider-bites being a menace to public safety and started listing off the first signs of having been bitten by a radioactive spider. Leo wouldn't look at anyone and he seemed to have lost his appetite.

Mercy turned to Raph, glanced pointedly at the mortified genius and Amber's empty chair, then shot her boyfriend a suggestive eyebrow waggle. Raph, easily following her train of thought, cringed in disgust and elbowed her in the side. Supposedly oblivious to the tension filling the room and not connecting the dots for himself, Mikey continued his rant unhindered.

At least, Leo considered as he stared down his half-empty plate, Amber and Donnie were stinking up the barn's loft this time instead of the pantry.

Amber storms into the shabby kitchen like a woman on a mission, only to stop dead at the counter and dig through the cooler on the floor. As every time before, she is faced with the painful truth that she forgot the Scotch…as every time before, she feels torn between tears and sarcasm. "Why's the rum always gone?" she mumbles pathetically.

"Ye drank it awl, Jack,"# Mercy snarks through the open window startling her. "Ye an' yer damn peanuts!" As her heart rate calms, Amber grins,

"Finally, someone who gets me! Where've ya been all my life?"

"Straight an' surrounded by cows," Mercy teases ducking through the kitchen door. "Fortunately for you, Pretty-Boy stocks actual rum—says'e makes a mean mojito." The blonde shrugs noncommittally. "Wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot pole wit'a stick on th'end, but I don't drink." Amber smirks at the mental image of Mercy jousting with a living mojito and turns to dig a glass out of the cupboard.

"Don't really wanna drink," she admits as she draws tea from the jug on the windowsill. "Jus' miss home again…miss when things actually made some farkin' sense."

"More farkin' sense than Donnie bangin' that heap'a bolts instead'a you?" Mercy suggests slyly, her denim blue eyes grinning as widely as her lips. Amber slumps down at the counter, almost missing the barstool.

"I think yer filter broke, Merse," she suggests dryly. "Yer startin' to talk like me."

"Blame Raph" Mercy shrugs drawing a glass of tea for herself and downing it in a single breath. "He's not one fer holdin'is tongue, an' don't see why I do…filters're overrated anyway."

There's something freeing about belting out music as horribly as one can, and Donnie's become rather fond of his and Amber's impromptu song-murdering sessions. Crammed into her usual shower stall like sardines in a can, the couple serenade the presumably empty bathroom with completely god-awful acapella singing, one with a goofy grin and the other with a washcloth covering his cartilage-shielded ears. Some days that washcloth is the only thing standing between him and total hearing loss.

"One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble - Not much between despair and ecstasy! One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble - Can't be too careful with your company - I can feel the devil walking next to me!" By the time they've effectively slaughtered the entire song, they couldn't keep a straight face to save their lives; they break down laughing at themselves and each other. "Yer brothers probably think we're torturing a cat," Amber wheezes as she rinses the coconut-scented suds out of her hair.

"Nah," Donnie teases openly watching the bubbles trail down her slick skin. "Mikey's singing on the other hand…"

"Will you two shut up a'ready?!" Raphael's sudden outburst—coming from the furthest stall—makes the couple flinch. Amber's cheeks flare scarlet at being caught showering with her mate. "It's too damn early fer dis!" Donnie opens his mouth to fire back a retort, but another voice cuts him off.

"If yer awake enough ta bitch," Mercy reminds Raph in a tone dripping with sarcasm, "yer awake enough to scrub my back. Shut up an' do yer job!" Hazel meets grey-green, both pairs of eyes torn between horror and embarrassment. Somehow they never heard Raph or Mercy enter the bathroom…or guessed that they weren't the only couple prone to sharing the shower in the morning. Some things, they decide with a mutual nod, are better left unheard.

"Hi!" an all-too chipper voice interrupts Amber's daydreaming. She startles, turning to greet the speaker, her left hand deep in her purse clenched around her can of mace; old habits die hard, especially old habits born from being stalked by crazy Purple Dragon punks. The source, a perky blonde co-ed leaning over the counter of the perfume and cosmetics hub, puts Amber's mind somewhat at ease. The much younger woman's big blue eyes are eager behind her oversized glasses and the tops of her likely padded breasts are nearly spilling out over the neckline of her pink baby-doll tee. "Have you ever considered trying a new fragrance? Maybe a little something to attract a man to your life?" It takes everything Amber's got to keep her impending 'why me?' face from surfacing, but she manages. She's a lone woman loitering by the wedding ring display; naturally, everyone's going to assume she's a bitter single person.

"Thanks for your concern, Hon," Amber remarks carefully, raising her hand from her purse to show off her clearly occupied ring finger, "but I really don't need another one. I'm just bored stiff waiting for my friends."

"Well, let's get you unbored!" the clerk chirps excitedly—clearly too horrified by Amber's bare face and lack of perfume to accept the 'no.' What follows can be best described as a long, frustrating exercise in patience. No, she doesn't wear makeup and doesn't want to wear makeup—it irritates her skin. No, she isn't interested in any so-called 'hypoallergenic' makeup, it's not worth the hassle. Yes, she's sure. Yes, she's happy not wearing perfume, the stuff stinks and her 'husband' has 'chemical sensitivities.' The last one she has to do some serious BS-ing on. Donnie's not shown any signs of chemical sensitivities, unlike Mercy, but he and his brothers all have incredibly sensitive noses; a light scent might be strong enough to give him a migraine.

"Look…Zephyr, is it?" Amber points out irritably after glancing at the clerk's nametag. "I'm not in the market for any makeup, perfume, or whatever—I'm just here because my smart-ass friend got lost in the fitting room." Zephyr stares vacantly at her, her big empty blue eyes bright behind her dramatically sweeping blonde bangs, seemingly unable to comprehend that her company isn't wanted. Amber casts her eyes about, frantic for escape, and finally one appears - a flower-decked poster advertising hypoallergenic perfume. "Then again..." Well, if it got Zephyr to look away long enough for her to retreat, it might work. "I don't suppose that brand has anything really light and tropical, maybe with mango and coconut?" Though she intended to stump the clerk by asking for something unlikely, she quickly realizes she instead presented a challenge. Blue eyes brighter than ever, Zephyr ducks down to dig through the glass case then pops right back up, presenting a bottle of perfume like one would present an Oscar.

"It's called Island Escape!" she giggles completely missing Amber's crestfallen expression. Well, that didn't work! "The fragrance is based around fresh mangos and mandarin oranges with notes of coconut and papaya and just the slightest hint of passion fruit!" Before Amber can even get a word out, Zephyr sprays into the tiny cap and holds it out for her to sniff…as though she could even smell a skunk over the stench from the rest of the perfume.

"What smells good?" Mercy pipes up behind Amber startling her. "Usually this counter stinks like a French hooker." The brunette chokes back her laughter and turns nearly purple, both at Mercy's complete lack of a filter and Zephyr's disappointed pout. Seemingly not realizing she said anything off-color, Mercy ducks forward to tentatively sniff at the cap offered, and blinks in surprise. "Hey, that's you!" she points out to Amber with a grin. "Y'ought'a try that!"

Great…now she has two pushy blondes trying to force perfume on her.

Friends like those two can really make your life a mess, but boy is worth it!

[vivelesricaps]

Game of Thrones S7E5

Précédemment dans beaucoup de parlotte et zéro jugeotte: 

- Daenerys a organisé son plus grand barbecue jusqu’alors et c’était un franc succès

- Arya a retrouvé Bran et Sansa 

- Jon Snow est beau et noble et courageux et je l’aime

Grosse surprise (non) de la semaine

Bon au moins, le suspense quant au sort de Bronn et Jaime n’aura pas été trop long:

Hourra! Ils sont vivants! Et ils sont de l’autre côté du lac, donc ils ne seront même pas faits prisonniers par Daenerys. Pratique.

Bronn, ne change rien.

Zéro jugeotte de la semaine, partie 1

Pendant ce temps-là, Tyrion découvre que la guerre c’est pas cool.

:(

De son côté, Daenerys a réuni les soldats Lannister pas encore cuits, pour leur faire une offre tout à fait raisonnable.

Ah non pardon.

Elle n’est pas là pour faire un massacre, mais PROSTERNEZ VOUS OU VOUS BRÛLEREZ TOUS. Et puis, le choix de se rallier à elle leur appartient entièrement, aucune pression, ils font ce qu’ils veulent.

Ah non pardon.

Ok Daenerys, je croyais que t’avais changé et que t’étais devenue un peu raisonnable, mais en fait t’aimes juste crier et cramer des gens.

Oh non, je commençais presque à m’attacher à Randall Tarly.

Ok ce moment était trop mimi. Daenerys, quand je commence à trouver que Randall Tarly a l’air plus sympa que toi, faut vraiment s’inquiéter.

Et là, Tyrion on dirait le directeur de campagne de Fillon quand il a appris qu’il allait pas rendre l’argent.

Dragon chaton de la semaine

Westeros ayant récemment découvert le TGV, 3 minutes plus tard Daenerys est de retour à  Dragonstone avec Drogon, qui vient se poser près de Jon, qui comme par hasard faisait une promenade sur une falaise pile à ce moment-là.

Et non seulement Drogon ne mange pas Jon, il se met à roucouler (presque). 

Levez la main si, comme Daenerys, vous avez été étrangement excité-e-s sexuellement en voyant Jon Snow caresser un dragon ✋

Eau précieuse de maman de la semaine

Après un passage au spa de la Citadelle, Jorah nous revient avec une peau fraîche et rayonnante! Et Daenerys est super contente. 

Jorah, t’as une épée dans ta poche ou t’es juste content de me voir? (ok c’était super nul désolée). Mais sérieusement il va jamais se remettre de ce câlin.

Je crois que Jon Snow aussi veut un câlin de Daenerys.

Jump scare de la semaine

AAAH.

Zéro jugeotte de la semaine partie 2

Sam en a vraiment trop marre de faire le café pour de vieux mâles blancs cons qui croient tout savoir sur tout et qui ne l’écoutent jamais...

... du coup il arrête pas de se plaindre et n’écoute pas Gilly alors qu’elle vient de tomber sur LA PLUS GROSSE RÉVÉLATION DE TOUTE LA SÉRIE LÀ.

OH PUTAIN

ÉCOUTE-LA SAM, C’EST IMPORTANT.

SAAAAAAAMEUH.

Voilà, Gilly vient de découvrir par hasard que Jon est en fait le fils LÉGITIME de Rhaegar Targaryen, parce que ce dernier avait divorcé de sa meuf pour se marier avec Lyanna Stark. Du coup ça veut dire que Jon devrait accéder au trône, pas Daenerys. SAUF QUE SAM N’A RIEN ÉCOUTÉ PARCE QU’IL EST RELOU. 

Happy hour de la semaine

Déboussolés par les récents déboires de leur candidate, Bruno Le Maire et Patrick Stefanini Tyrion et Varys bitchent sur Daenerys autour d’un cocktail.

Voilà Daenerys t’es contente? T’as même réussi à rendre Varys alcoolique avec tes conneries putain.

Zéro jugeotte de la semaine partie 3

Surprise: Cersei est enceinte (ou en tout cas, c’est ce qu’elle affirme)! Du coup, Jaime oublie instantanément qu’elle est une énorme psychopathe suicidaire et lui fait un bisou.

Jaime, désolée mais t’es vraiment con.

Cette. Meuf. Est. En. Roue. Libre.

Ok ça va vraiment mal finir.

Revenant de la semaine

Gendryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Ok, on s’y attendait un peu, mais ça fait quand même bien plaisir de le revoir. Et personnellement j’approuve totalement la nouvelle coupe de cheveux 👌

Mdr Davos toujours aussi drôle.

Mais le mieux, c’est que maintenant Gendry a un méga marteau!!!

Wow je suis soudainement méga excitée par Gendry.

Wow Gendry et Jon Snow au même endroit, je sais pas si ma culotte va tenir le choc.

😍  de la semaine

Quand Jon dit à Daenerys de fermer sa gueule parce que c’est lui le Roi 😍

Zéro jugeotte de la semaine partie 4

À peine revenue à Winterfell, Arya fout vraiment la merde partout. Cette semaine, elle a décidé de s’en prendre à Sansa, qu’elle soupçonne de vouloir prendre la place de Jon.

Alors certes, Sansa a l’air séduite par son nouveau rôle, d’autant plus que Jon est absent, qu’elle est l’aînée légitime des Stark, et que la Bataille des Bâtards n’aurait pas été gagnée sans elle. Mais Arya est particulièrement parano et injuste avec elle. 

Par exemple, quand elle reproche à Sansa d’avoir investi la chambre de Ned et Catelyn, alors que c’est Jon qui avait insisté pour qu’elle l’occupe:

Bref, moi qui croyais qu’Arya et Sansa s’apprécieraient enfin parce qu’elles sont toutes les deux devenues badass... C’est très mal parti. 

Ouch. 

Blague méta de la semaine

Oh mon dieu, Tormund ne change rien. Vous imaginez si un jour Bronn et Tormund se rencontrent?? Ou Tormund et The Hound????

....

OMG THE HOUNDDDDDDDDDDD EST À EAST WATCH

Oh mon dieu oh mon dieu oh mon dieu oh mon dieu oh mon dieu oh mon dieu oh mon dieu. 

Jon Snow + Tormund + Gendry + The Hound + Jorah + les mecs immortels chelous avec des chignons = Ça. Va. Chier.

Zéro jugeotte de la semaine, partie 5

Ok, je suis à 100% pour une équipe d’Avengers barbus des Neiges, mais est-ce que c’est vraiment une bonne idée de partir au delà du Mur à SEPT MECS pour capturer un des zombies dont Jon arrête pas de répéter qu’ils sont très très difficiles à battre, puis le ramener et l’offrir à Cersei en espérant qu’elle dise “ok je vais m’allier avec vous”???? Désolée mais ce plan est vraiment con.

Sinon c’est cool parce que même en août Game of Thrones arrive à me donner froid.

Zéro jugeotte de la semaine, partie 6

Noooooon j’aime pas quand Littlefinger chuchote des trucs ça finit toujours mal.

Oulalalala je le sens mal Arya fais gaffe à toi.

NON ARYA PUTAIN C’EST TRÈS CLAIREMENT UN PIÈGE.

OMGGGGG

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON C’ÉTAIT UN PIÈÈÈÈÈÈÈÈÈÈÈÈÈÈGE

ARYA JE SAIS QUE T’ES UNE SUPER NINJA MAIS LITTLEFINGER C’EST LE MEC LE PLUS DANGEREUX DE CETTE SÉRIE MEUF TU VAS PRENDRE CHER

Questions et observations:

- Pour ceux qui n’ont pas déjà lu les 9438746 articles sur le sujet, le mot qu’Arya a trouvé dans la chambre de Littlefinger a été écrit par Sansa sous la contrainte, lorsqu’elle était mariée à Joffrey et manipulée par Cersei. La lettre demandait à Robb de prêter allégeance à Joffrey. Sauf qu’Arya ne connaît pas tout le contexte, et elle va sans doute soupçonner Sansa d’avoir trahi sa famille. 

- Donc en gros, Arya va être super vénère contre Sansa, Sansa va prendre peur et accuser Arya de trahison et l’emprisonner, ou pire. 

- J’ai beau avoir vu mes personnages préférés se faire assassiner ou exploser la tête (Oberyn petit ange parti trop tôt), si Arya et Sansa se retournent l’une contre l’autre et que cela coûte la vie de l’une d’entre elles, ce sera sans doute le truc le plus tragique et diabolique que la série aura jamais fait. 

- J’ai passé de nombreuses saisons à détester Jon Snow parce que tout ce qu’il faisait c’était bouder dans la neige. Mais comme la fin de la série se rapproche, son rôle devient de plus en plus crucial, et je l’aime de plus en plus, surtout en contraste avec Daenerys qui ne sait faire que crier et cramer des trucs / des gens.

- Cersei est vraiment en roue libre. Elle veut annoncer au monde entier qu’elle attend un bébé de son frère quoi. (Sachant qu’en plus, elle n’est sans doute même pas vraiment enceinte).

- Bon la seule bonne nouvelle cette semaine, c‘est que Sam se rebelle et décide de se casser de la Citadelle. VAS-Y CASSE TOUT SAM DARK SAM IS THE BEST SAM. (Mais écoute Gily quand elle te parle la prochaine fois).

- L’arrivée de Jorah pourrait convaincre Jon Snow, qui respectait énormément le père de Jorah, de prêter allégeance à Daenerys.

- Jon sait que Bran et Arya sont vivants!!!! Cela veut dire deux choses: 1) soit il va les retrouver un jour et ils vont se faire des câlins et ce sera bien 2) soit il va mourir avant d’avoir pu les retrouver (ou Arya va mourir) et vraiment cette série aura complètement eu raison de ma foi en l’humanité.

- Enfin, Bran se rend utile avec ses visions! Non parce qu’on attend toujours qu’il informe quelqu’un que Jon Snow EST UN MOTHERFUCKING TARGARYEN.

- Priez pour que Gendry ne meure pas la semaine prochaine.

[im-a-fidget-spinner]

I have a couple of scenarios in my head.

Where the next gen of InoShikaChou are sent away on a mission to the Nara forest. They stumble upon a man begging for help. Reluctantly Shikadai agrees and they head to the Village . On the edge of the village the man goes to attack them only for Shikamaru , Mirai and Moegi to step in.

"It's you . How's that Sensei of yours Brat" Hidan scouls.

"Shikamaru Sensei ? He knew my father ?" Mirai questioned.

Shikamaru began in a saddened tone"You could say he's the reason Asuma Sensei isn't around any more"

Mirai understood though extremely angry and upset she turned back to hidan.

"He took my father and he hurt my mother , not mention my sensei , Moegi-san please take Shikadai Inojin and Chouchou back to the village."

The group went back quickly to the village leaving Mirai and Shikamaru to battle Hidan.

Chouchou almost instantly went to her dad and told him about this handsome man they resuced. She also told him how the man had a sieve and tried to attack Shikadai. Then Shikamaru jumped in and he was so manly But they had to come home to tell the adults everything

Inojin told his father about the incident. Both his father and mother asked him to paint or draw the man. Inojin did. Ino and sai where shocked .

"Sai We need to rescue Shikamaru. " ino shouted .

Ino, Sai and Choji met at the gate .there was a fourth person waiting. It was none other than the Lord seventh himself . Naruto Uzumaki.

The five raced to Shikamarus location. The scene before them was horrific Shikamaru was in front of Mirai . He had the sieve patroding from his back . Naruto soon defeated Hidan .

The village held a state funeral for Shikamaru . Mirai could stop sobbing.

"It's my fault mum I.... I I I let my feelings towards him killing father lead me . I didn't have time to dodge and Shikamaru Sensei got in my way."

*knock knock*

Kurenai answered the door.

A angry Temari storms in.

"HOW DARE YOU , YOU'VE TAKEN MY HUSBAND BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT FIT TO BE A NINJA!!!" Temari gets up in Mirais face.

"I do not want you anywhere near my son" Temari storms out.

To be continued?

School Au

Kakashi is blind in his left eye after being attacked as a kid .

The same attack killed Rin and comatosed Obito

Kakashi was adopted by Minato and Kushina (his dad still committed suisicide)

Minato gave kakashi a big red wolly jumper it has a Big white M stitched on the front in the middle.

Kakashi has to sets of head phones in the ear ones with little pugs on them and over the head one with sticks of purple lightning on them .

Kurenai is the maths teacher , Asuma teaches either History or Geography, Gai Teaches Physical Education and Kakashi teaches Japanese.

Minato and Kushina died in a car accident after dodging a fox witch ran across the road .

Naruto has three scars either side of his face witch he got whiskers tattood over them.

The Akatsuki are a Gang of Criminals (not much has changed)

They where once just bulies to kakashi and his friends until they killed Rin and Comatosed Obito. Now they are wanted by the maire (hokage) of konogakure city

[universallyladybear]

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Déguiser en terrible sorcière ce jeu se joue avec la ville de lévis depuis sa fondation en 1861 en particulier la fondation du mémorial des militaires fondée à la fin des années. Pour les carnavals et toutes les petites filles souhaiteront pour être l’héroïne une grenouillère enfant tigre orangée ajustée d’une paire d’oreille et. Chemise blanche avec des poignets costume sultan arabe composé d’une veste queue de pie avec des manches déguisement fée déguisement superman ™ enfant composé d’une.

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Podcast Adventure Prologue

Bonjour tout le monde, je voulais juste vous dire que je suis désoler j'avais attendu Gemturles qui envoie le prologue et le premier chapitre.

Je tiens également à remercier à Gemturles pour la traduction d'écriture.

Avertissement

Je ne possède pas les personnages de Gravity Falls, Phineas et Ferb, Bienvenue chez les Loud, les tortus ninjas, Tekken et des youtubeur (Moketo et Kirbendoworld) ? À l'exception de Jean, Marc et Alice.

Podcast 2017

Prologue

Il y a 3 MOIS

"J'ai emménagé dans la ville de New-York pour commencer mon article de journal. Cette ville est remplie de gangster, des voleurs des bandits des mafias et des racketté. Cela va être difficile d'écrire mes premières d'article. D'ailleurs, mes pertes dans cette guerre contre les Mishima Zaibatsu. Cette ville va me causer des morts et des blesser" (I moved into the New York City to start my newspaper article. This city is full of gangster, thieves of the mafia bandits and racketeers. It will be difficult to write my article first. Besides, my losses in this war against the Mishima Zaibatsu. This city will cause me to kill and wound)

C'était une journée ensoleillée dans la Grande Pomme, tout a commencé à l'instant, sans rien de spécial, jusqu'à ce que la Chaîne de Canal Six arrive et la nouvelle journaliste avec un costume jaune et des cheveux bruns avec une queue de cheval Catherine Savino. Faire un rapport sur l'activité criminelle récente :

"Beaucoup plus qu'une série de petit incident isolé, il y est maintenant évident qu'il s'agit du l'œuvre d'une organisation criminel qu'ils travail en professionnel. Et en ce moment, les affaires sont bonnes. Si bonne en fait, qui semble qu'il n'y ait jamais aucun témoins de ses actes crimes. Avec des plaint allant de l'enlèvement au cambriolage avec effraction, les standard de police ont été submergés par les voix citoyens de plus en plus en colère de, qui ont été victimes de la récente poussée de criminalité qui continue de nuire à la ville"

Il montre alors un grand nombre de voyous prenant un tas de marchandises disparues loin d'un camion et sur leur camion d'escapade.

"Au lieu de s'arranger, les choses s'emble d'aller de pire en pire. Encore plus alarmant est la nature à ses déconcertante pour ne pas dire bizarre de ces crimes. À partir de mes recherches, j'ai constaté que des marchandises de toutes tailles et descriptions, depuis les téléphones et les télévisions, de nombreux autres appareils électroniques ont disparu des rayons des magasins et des zones de stockage à un rythme alarmant. De plus les victimes elles-mêmes n'ont pratiquement jamais aperçurent rarement les voleurs. Parfois, les gens ne savent même pas qu'ils sont volés avant qu'il soit trop tard. En fait, la police n'a pas pour l'instant un seul témoin oculaires; juste quelques vague signalement de jeunes garçons ou d'adolescents repéré sur les lieux des crimes"

Un homme qui a lu le journal a été décroché par un jeune adolescent mais il n'a pas remarqué. Le porte-monnaie change de mains et d'autres crimes se produisent dans toute la ville. Un homme qui fournit des paquets aide à décharger une des cases, mais dès qu'il se tourne vers le camion, tout est parti. Une femme noire d'âge moyen se détourne de son téléviseur pour ramasser quelque chose et elle est retirée du balcon, la seule chose qu'elle voit, c'est qu'un adolescent s'enfuit.

"Mais quelque soie les responsable de ces belli, une chose est certaine. Ils sont beaucoup plus qu'une simple série d'incidents isolés du haut hasard. Des crimes sans criminel l'œuvre d'un gang invisible qui doit-on faire appeler? Malheureusement, les policiers sont les seuls personnes disponibles pour lutter ce que ces gens appellent maintenant « la vague du crime du silence ». Mais peut-être que le silence le plus gênant vient du bureau du maire. C'était Catherine Savino sur Canal Six News"

Pendant ce temps, il y avait une camionnette au milieu de Manhattan conduisant autour. À l'intérieur de la fourgonnette, il y avait une famille de 13 personnes; 1 père, 1 mère, 10 sœurs et un frère.

La mère s'appelait Rita Loud, elle porte une chemise rose avec un col blanc, des poignets, un pantalon violet et a de gros cheveux blonds. Elle était préoccupée par leur nouvelle maison. « Je ne peux toujours pas à croire que tu devras obtenir un transfert d'emploi ici à Manhattan. Sais-tu quels types de crimes de rue se produisent ici tous les jours et toutes les nuits ? » Demanda Rita.

« Je sais, je déteste vraiment de bouger » Un homme aux cheveux bruns d'un pull vert, des poignets à carreaux et un collier, et un pantalon kaki nommé Lynn Sr a dit à sa femme.

Un garçon blond aux cheveux blancs de onze ans nommé Lincoln Loud portant une chemise orange et un marron a martelé, il était le seul frère de la famille Loud et l'exposition s'intéresse aux jeux vidéo et aux bandes dessinées : « Je ne préfère pas vivre ici »

"Pourquoi, petit frère ? " Demanda Luna Loud, qui porte un t-shirt violet avec un crâne, un couteau déchiré et des manches triangulaires, et une jupe à carreaux. Elle avait une passion pour la musique, en particulier Rock 'N' Roll. Elle est la plus proche de son frère et une grande sœur de modèle à lui aussi.

Le garçon lui a dit, d'un ton plutôt amer : « Je veux y retourner, je ne voulais pas partir dans une nouvelle ville et laisser mes amis derrière le Michigan »

Les filles et les parents semblaient plutôt préoccupés de considérer quand ils ont déménagé Lincoln avait trop de choses derrière. Lynn Sr. Intervient : « Fiston, je sais que tu n'aimes pas cette ville, mais regarde le bon côté des choses, tu vas faire des nouveaux amis, découvrir de nouvelles choses et... »

Lincoln interrompit son père en disant: « Et être agressé ou volé ? » Le reste de la phrase est mort à la voix de son père.

« Oh arrête Lincoln, je ne pense pas que ça va être mauvais. J'aime bien, je suis impatient de voir tous les grands bâtiments, les vêtements et les magasins de chaussures, les centres commerciaux et cette Big Apple dont tout le monde parle. Nous espérons que nous allons le goûter ! » Dit Leni Loud, qui a du bon cœur, mais aussi pas très brillant. Elle porte des lunettes de soleil et une robe verte en mousse de mer. Comme Luna, elle était aussi la plus proche de son frère. « Maintenant, tu peux nous montrer ce petit sourire adorable à nouveau ? » Demanda-t-elle.

« Je ne suis pas si adorable » murmura Lincoln.

« Je suis impatient de voir les stand-up, certains des grands joués ici. Rappelez-vous simplement quand il s'agit de crimes à New York, essayez de ne pas rendre la ville imprudente! Ha! Ha! Vous comprenez ?! » Une fille aux cheveux bruns et une queue de cheval avec une chemise blanche et une jupe à carreaux jaunes, avec une fleur sur la chemise, lui ont dit à son frère. C'est Luan Loud la blagueuse résident de la famille, mais elle a tendance à aller au bord de la mer ou les jeux de mots tombent à plat. Le reste de la famille a gémi de sa blague sauf Lynn Sr.

« Eh bien, pour une fois, je suis avec Lincoln. C'est incroyable que nous ayons dû déménager dans la ville, j'ai littéralement dû quitter tous mes amis, mon école, ma bonne vieille vie ! » A déclaré Lori Loud, qui est l'ainé de la famille. Bien que parfois insistant et abrasif, est vraiment une sœur soignante et un chef de cœur.

« Comment penser que je me sens. Le droit à la ville de New York rendra impossible d'obtenir le matériel pour mes expériences ! » Un enfant de quatre ans avec des lunettes énormes portant un pull léger vert et un pantalon violet se plaignait à sa sœur aînée. C'est Lisa Loud, elle est le cerveau de la famille bien qu'elle ait quatre ans et soit parfois obsédée par la recherche de la science.

« Mais tu n'as pas à excité de vivre dans la ville avec le plus grand système d'égout ? Je veux dire, c'est pratique pour toi de connaitre des scientifiques, en particulier avec tes études de caca ! Je voudrais juste l'explorer ! » Dit La jumelle de six ans avec excitation. Elle s'appelait Lana Loud, elle a une chienne qui aimait les animaux et devenait désordonnée. Elle porte une casquette de baseball rouge vers l'arrière, des baskets blancs à rayures bleues et un t-shirt vert obscure sous une salopette bleu foncé.

« Beurk comme si quelqu'un voulait vivre dans la capitale des déchets ! » Une blonde portant une robe rose et une tiare se plaignaient. Quelle primadonna c'est Lola Loud la princesse et la fille gâté de la famille Loud. Bien qu'elle ait ses moments de gentillesse.

« Poo-poo, ee lak nuv yak ! » Le babillage venait du plus jeune frère Lily Loud. Elle n'était qu'un bébé mais elle aimait toute sa famille et pouvait les comprendre un peu.

« J'aime la ville de nuit » Une fille aux cheveux noirs vêtu d'une robe noire, son sang qui couvre ses yeux. "AAH !" Toute la famille a sauté à son entrée. Cette gothique est Lucy Loud l'influence obscure des Roudins avec un amour du surnaturel surtout des vampires. « Tous les bâtiments dans le noir me rappelaient les vieux châteaux, en particulier ceux avec les statues de la gargouille »

Enfin, la fille avec une chemise de sport rouge et blanc et des cheveux bruns avec une queue de cheval a une batte de baseball avec elle. « Quoi que tu dis est fantasmagorique. J'espère rencontrer certaines équipes sportives comme les Yankees de New York ! » Elle s'appelait Lynn Loud Jr., et elle était dans tout ce qui concernait les sports.

« Maintenant, nous savons tous que c'est un gros changement, c'est dur mais bon. Et vous les enfants vous allez adorer notre nouvelle maison, nous y sommes presque », dit Lynn Sr.. Tout comme il l'a dit, la Vanzilla été en panne comme elle le fait habituellement.

« C'est pourquoi nous devrions prendre une nouvelle voiture » dit Rita à son mari qui portait un regard timide. Ils se sont rendu compte que Vanzilla a éclaté dans une partie plutôt ombragée de New York.

Lana saisit sa ceinture d'outil avec un regard déterminé: « Ne t'inquiètes pas, je verrai ce que je peux faire au sujet du moteur! Sinon, nous allons la pousser ! »

« Et le camion en mouvement va battre à la maison. » Gémissait Lynn Sr.

Lori avait l'air inquiet, « Pourtant, pourquoi nous avons dû nous arrêter dans l'un des endroits les plus sombres de Manhattan ! »

Malheureusement, ils n'ont pas remarqué qu'un groupe d'adolescents marchait lentement vers eux, tous criant au problème. La jeune adolescente, vêtue d'un gilet rouge, d'une chemise noire et d'un jean déchiré a demandé.

« Vous avez besoin d'aide ? »

La famille Loud se retourna pour les voir et tous étaient trempés de nervosité. « Euh, c'est bon! Nous avons tout sous contrôle ici ! » Dit Lincoln nerveusement.

Rita est alors intervenue : « Ne devriez-vous pas rentré chez vous avec vos familles, les jeunes ? »

Un adolescent plus grand, vêtu d'une chemise et d'un short musculaire, se pencha contre Vanzilla et leur a dit: « Allons, nous aimons aider les gens » Un autre adolescent vêtu d'un blazer et d'un kakhis a répondu: « Oh, ça leur dérangera surtout pas si nous apportons quelque chose » L'adolescent a sorti un couteau et les autres adolescents ont suivi.

Lynn Sr. a ravagé, avec le reste de la famille, sachant qu'ils sont en difficulté: « Des agresseurs ! D'accord, nous ne voulons aucun problème, restez ou vous este avant qu'ont appelles les autorités »

Mais Leni lui dit: « Mais pourquoi papa? Ils nous offrent un couteau gratuit » Le reste des gros caractères a marqué le commentaire de Leni.

Les adolescents se sont réjouis de ce qu'il a dit. « Les gens, vous n'avez pas remarqué que les autorités sont trop occupées à faire autres choses. Quelqu'un peut-il la prendre ? » L'adolescent plus grand a levé la main « J'ai toujours aimé la sensation » La famille Loud a commencé à trembler de peur ce que les adolescents leur ferait.

Le plus grand adolescent s'approcha de Leni, mais Lincoln est alla droit devant elle et a dit au jeune adolescent : « Ne tenez pas la main sur ma sœurs, ou vous aurez faire à moi ! »

« Coupez les lumières ! » cria le mystérieux personnage. Jusque-là, un saï a été jeté sur le poteau de lumière, le tout étant noir. Bientôt, des cris et des coups de poing ont été entamés, ce qui a rendu les Loud complètement effrayés.

Bientôt, des sirènes ont été entendues et la police est arrivée sur les lieux avec des lampes de poche et voit le groupe d'adolescents battu au sol et tout attaché.

La famille Loud était plutôt surprise par tout le travail qui avait été fait, même Lucy était émerveillée par l'événement. « Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé ? »

Lincoln a déclaré : « J’en aucune idée »

Ils ont tous décidé de retourner à la Vanzilla pour vérifier le moteur, mais ils ont été surpris par le fait qu'il avait déjà été corrigé. Lana a été stupéfaite par tous les travaux, « Woah, quelqu'un se rattrape magiquement ! »

Tous les Loud ont vu le travail et ont également été émerveillés. « Oh mon dieux, notre camionnette est magique ! » Dit Leni.

Pour les Louds, c'était comme un miracle. Mais ce qu’ils n’ont pas remarqué, c’est une main à 3 doigts sortant de la trappe de visite pour récupérer le sai jeté sans que personne ne regarde.

Bientôt, après avoir traversé la rue, ils s'arrêtent dans la maison à briques de deux étages. « Bienvenue dans notre nouvelle maison. La plupart d’entre vous devrez toujours partager une chambre, mais il y a deux salles de bain »

Après avoir sorti et commencé à décharger Vanzilla, un de leurs voisins vint les saluer : « Bonjour, je suis Nathalie du Bois votre nouvelle voisine et j'habite en face de vous de chez moi. Je voulais juste me présenter et vous présenté mes fils. » Elle se retourna dans le jardin pour appelle ses fils : « Albert, Irving, ce sont nos nouveaux voisin » les deux garçons saluèrent. Irving retourna jouer dans son jardin. Quand à Albert, dès qu'il voie des adolescentes, il leur dit : «bonjour, je suis Albert du bois, mais vous pouvez m'appelle « Albert le chevalier »

« Eh bien » dit Rita, « je suis Rita Loud, voici mon mari Lynn Loud, mes dix filles Lily, Lisa, Lola, Lana, Lucy, Lynn jr, Luan, Luna, Leni, Lori et mon Lincoln Lincoln. » les enfants saluèrent leur nouvelle voisine. Albert, quand il avait entendu celui-ci dit : « Lincoln Loud ? Comme Abraham. Lincoln Vient avec moi, toi. Je vais te présenter les amis de frère. »

Albert prit la main de Lincoln et l'emmène dans le jardin de son frère. Arrivée dans le jardin, il vit son frère jouer avec un petit garçon, une fille, un cochon deux ados et un adulte. « Les gars » dit Albert, « je vous présente Lincoln Loud c'est votre nouveau copain et aussi nos voisin. Alors, soyez gentille avec lui, d'accords » le garçon à la casquette bleu et blanche, avec un pin bleu comme logo. Il a les cheveux bruns un peu en désordre et la peau relativement pâle, son nez est un peu plus sombre que le reste de son visage. Ses yeux sont bruns, avec des cernes notables.  Il porte une veste bleu marine, une chemise rouge-orange à manches courtes, short gris, chaussettes blanches avec une bande rouge, baskets noires, et un parfois une montre-bracelet numérique grise lui présenta : « je suis Dipper Pines et voici ma sœur jumelle Mabel et son petit cochon Dandinou. Elle, c'est Wnedy Corduroy ma… » Il rougie « et lui c'est Thompson, un gars qui mange un gaufre écrase dans la rue »

« Arrête Dipper » dit l'ado obèse.

« Et lui c'est Mousse Ramirez c'est lui qui nous garde comme notre baby sitter »

Après avoir joué avec ses nouveaux amis, Lincoln retourna voir sa famille. Alors qu'ils sont en train de déballer leurs cartons Ils voient une adolescente rousse avec des cheveux queue de cheval portant un maillot jaune comme une chemise avec le numéro 5 et portant un pantalon rouge et même si elle était encore jeune, elle avait une figure très courbée, plus remarquablement sa poitrine. Elle montait à vélo et s'arrêta quand elle vit qu'il y avait de nouveaux voisins: « Bonjour, c'est vous les nouveaux voisins qui ont acheté cette maison ?

Certaines des sœurs aînées de Loud ont remarqué ses atouts et sont rapidement devenues jalouses, tandis que Lincoln était tombé amoureuse. Il n'avait jamais vu une fille aussi belle et angélique, sa voix était même réconfortante à chaque fois qu'elle parlait. Avec un ton de rêve, il répondit. « Oui, et tu es belle comme un ange ? »

Elle rougi par sa question et même à rire avant de répondre, bien qu'elle soit plutôt timide par les regards qu'elle rencontrait par les sœurs. « Je m'appelle April, April O'Neil. » Elle se pencha vers Lincoln, « Et qui est-tu petit garçon mignon ? »

Lincoln rougit par le compliment d'April et le rend aussi timide. Lori les sépare grossièrement et dit à April : « Il s'appelle Lincoln »

April ne s'est pas effondré de cela, considérant qu'elle est habituée à cela et demande « Et tu es ? »

Lori déclare: «Lori, Lori Loud, c'est mon frère et les autres sont mes sœurs.» Elle continue à regarder la zone thoracique d'April en voyant à quel point il est gros et à contre cœur: « Alors, tu sembles... être jeune, quel âge as-tu ? Exactement ? »

« Oh, seulement 15 ans » La mâchoire de Lori a chuté avec son frère et ses sœurs plus âgés et leur jalousie a encore augmenté. « Alors, vous êtes une grande famille fou ?" April a demandé d'essayer de dissoudre la tension.

Tandis que les Lincoln et ses sœurs plus âgés essayaient toujours de traiter, Rita est intervenue: "Ouais, nous sommes très gênés parfois et les choses deviennent chaotiques, mais nous nous dirigeons. » Rita décide de mieux connaître April un peu « Alors, qu'est-ce que tu veux, tu vie ici ? »

« Non, à quelques rues de ma famille. » Cela a attiré l'intérêt des frères et sœurs élevés, étant donné qu'ils ne voyaient pas d'autres enfants sur le bloc. « Je veux dire, je vis avec mon père et quatre frères »

Lincoln fut étonné de la mention d'April de sa famille. « Non sans blague, alors tu êtes la seule sœurs ? »

« Ouais assez bien. »

« Alors, comment ils ressemblent ta famille ? » Demanda Luna.

April avait l'air nerveux et voulait choisir les bons mots pour répondre: « Oh ... croyez moi, ma famille ... son incroyable »

Ils virent une voiture de Taxi arriver vers la maison de Dipper un homme à la peau marron avec chemise bleu, une chaussure marron et un pantalon bleu foncé sorti de la voiture et leur dit : « Bonjour c'est vous qui garde cette maison ? » Mousse s'approcha de lui et hancha la tête. L'homme appela son frère : « Jean, sort de la voiture vient dit bonjour au monsieur. »

L'ado marron sortie de la voiture le salue. Il porte une chemise blanche, un gilet bleu, des baquette noir et pantalon bleu son frère. Jean lui dit : « Bonjour. Je m'appelle Jean, Jean Chrisitivoirien et voici ma copine Alice et mes copains Moketo Bleach et Thomas Kirbendoworld et le garçon que vous voyez là, c'est mon frère Marc. »

Son frère ainé l'appelle : « Marc, ne soit pas impolie sort de la voiture! »

« Va te faire voir » dit Marc en parlant mal à son frère « ne me provoque pas »

Marc sortie de la voiture et se présenté envers Mousse.

Quelque minute plus tard, Johnny et Mousse s'assise devant la porte d'entrée Johnny lui dit: « Ma société est mal au point. J'en perds le contrôle. Quand ma ancienne amoureuse est partie, Marc a perdu pied »

« C'est difficile pour lui de grandir » dit Mousse, « Son cœur est rempli de colère. Et il est de naturel que les proches en souffrent »

« C’est juste que je n'y arrive plus à lui parler. Un de ses amis a été exclu de l'école pour violence trois fois. La police a été impliquée. Je sens que je le perdre »

« Je crois qu'un problème partagé et un problème à moitié résolu. Je suis là pour Marc et je suis là pour vous » Mousse à une idée et lui dit : « Rentrez chez vous, reprenez vos esprit et sauvez vos société. Quand le temps sera venu, votre frère reviendra vers vous et votre relation sera plus forte. Ça marche ? » Johnny accepta le marché.

Pendant ce temps dans la nouvelle chambre, Moketo installe la Nintendo Gamecube et alluma la console et met le cd ou il y avait écrit « Rayman 3 Hoddlums Havoc » Lincoln entra dans sa chambre et lui dit : « c'est quoi ce jeu ? »

« C'est Rayman 3 » dit Jean.

Johnny entra dans la chambre et dit à ses frères : « je vais revenir dans 10 mois ! C'est Thomas et Mousse qui veillera sur vous ! » Il vit un garçon avec des cheveux blanche et celui-ci lui présenta Lincoln Loud. Après avoir dire au revoir à ses frères, Johnny parti à l'aéroport pour prendre l'avion jusqu'à Paris

Pendant ce temps, au fond des égouts de Manhattan, des bruits ont été entendus. Un autre a été entendu comme si quelqu'un clique sur quelque chose. Bientôt la musique a commencé à jouer et c'était une chanson célèbre de 1974 par David Bowie appelé " Rebel, Rebel "

"Rebel, Rebel"

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they're playing hard

You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong

You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel Rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!

Don't ya?

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's

Not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they're playing hard

You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong

You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel Rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!…(continues in backround)

« C'était génial ! Je ne peux pas croire que nous l'avons fait moins de 3 minutes ! »

Cela ressemble à un groupe de personnes qui ont célébrer leur première victoire. Ils ont même semblé jeunes comme s'ils étaient des adolescents, ce qu'ils sont. Mais ils se révèlent être aussi étranges et même pas humains, ils se sont révélés être des tortues géantes humanoïdes parlant.

« Mec, comment était ce combat ! » La tortue a demandé de porter un bandana orange en courant avec trois autres tortues humanoïdes. Il s'appelait Michelange et il était une tortue crédible et amoureuse qui exerçait le nunchaku et ses côtés. Il avait également des autocollants autour de sa coquille et avait un intial "M" sur sa boucle de ceinture.

« Je suis encore plus étonné du fait que Donnie ne se soit pas arrêté à la vue d'une fille » plaisanta Le rouge aux dépens de son frère en pourpre. Son nom est Raphaël, et il a brandi les sais sur le fond de sa coquille. Il était connu pour être le gars cool mais brut qui emploie le plus de muscle. Il a un tempérament assez violent et se moque toujours de sarcasmes et de taquineries. Il avait l'air d'avoir beaucoup de fissures sur sa coquille et ses cicatrices sur ses écailles, et même un os sortaient de son épaule gauche.

« Ils avaient des problèmes, c'est tout. En outre, c'est une bonne chose qu'aucun d'entre eux ne m'a vu » Celui qui a défendu et a porté le masque violet est Donatello, il a exercé le corps de l'équipe, qui avait une lame sur une extrémité. C'est un génie scientifique avec un QI supérieur à 600, mais il était très nerveux, timide et gentil. Il possédait également de la gynophobie (peur des femelles), mais est encore utilisé pour April.

Juste à ce moment-là, la tortue dans le masque bleu nommé Leonardo, qui était le chef des quatre tortues, brandissait les lames de katana sur le dos de sa coquille. Il était aussi celui qui connaissait le mieux la culture japonaise et était un grand fan de musique. C'est lui qui a même joué la chanson par Bowie. « Si tu ne veux pas rester avec eux pour te voir, alors pourquoi est-tu prêt à transporter son cul derrière pour réparer leur fourgon, à quoi tu penses »

« Cette camionnette était une toute nouvelle fourgonnette Volkswagen de 1957, je ne peux pas laisser quelque chose comme ça être envoyé au guichet. » répondit Donnie, celui qui fait des machines.

« Il y a beaucoup de fourgonnettes « spéciales » dans le chantier naval! Tu devras les laisser le faire pour ne pas risquer d'être pris au piège ! » Expliqua Leo.

« Et vous m'avez appelé toujours le maladroit ! » avait déclaré Mikey. « Mais encore, ne devrions-nous pas nous inquiéter du fait que nous n'avons pas dit à Sensei que nous allions ? » Les visages de ses frères ont eu peur et soucis à propos de leur Sensei à propos de leur petite aventure.

« Zut ! Peut-être que nous pouvons dire à April de nous couvrir ! Sinon, nous reviendrons dans le Hashi ! » dit Raph.

"On n’a était toujours dans le Hashi à cause de toi! " Dit Leo à Raph. Après avoir écoulé les égouts, ils s'arrêtent dans une grande zone et ont essayé tranquillement de remettre tout ce qui était malheureux qu'ils discutent la plupart du temps.

Donnie a eu un ton vexé quand il a demandé: « Sérieusement Mikey, tu devrai cesser de faire un gâchis ici avec vos guimauves et tes pizzas au saucisse ! »

« Ne déteste pas mes créations merveilleuses ! » Avec tous leurs arguments et leur bruit, ils ne remarquèrent pas que l'une des portes de la zone s'ouvrir.

Ils le savaient seulement pas quand une queue a été lancée dans le noir et enveloppée autour du cou de Raph. « Alors, vous êtes tous debout, quelqu'un peut-il expliquer ? », Le grand rat avait demandé aux quatre tortues. C'est Maitre Splinter, il porte une robe rouge et noire et porte un bâton. Il est un maître ninjutsu hautement formé et père adoptif des tortues et April.

Leo a commencé à plaider, « Sensei, s'il te plaît. Nous regardons juste un... »

La queue des éclats et les jambes ont rapidement touché Leo dans l'intestin. " J'suis grave sur somnambule. Oh, regardez Mikeys marche en dorment il est totalement innocent." La queue des éclats le frappa.

« Quelqu'un d'autre ? » Splinter attendait toujours une réponse, mais aucune réponse. Alors, il a décidé l'action appropriée, « Très bien, s'il faut d'en venir à cette extrémité, au Hashi ! » Ils ont tous grogné.

Notes de l'auteur:

En tant qu'inspiration pour la longue attente, Gemturles va révéler des choses.

Ce Fanfic se déroule après Tekken 7

Ce prologue est basé sur des scènes des films TMNT de 1990, 2014 et street Fighter Assasins.

Le personnage de writeroffanfiction Dooler sera dans cette série.

Lee Chaolan le personnage de la série Tekken sera dans cette série.

La relation ironique entre les tortues et les monstres dont je parlais va être Donnie / Leni.

Je prévois que Slash soit à l'origine un animal de compagnie nommé Snaps de Lana.

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I mean HAVE YOU SEEN THE GUARDIAN DRAGON LEGO SET

I SAW IT LITERALLY AN HOUR AFTER LEGO RELEASED IT but I decided the silent treatment...

NINJAGO LEGENDS, YOU WILL BE THE REASON WHY MY WALLET WILL BE EMPTY!

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They are wet cats, Your Honour.

𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐡. “𝐌’𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 “y𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.”

𝐍𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. “𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥-𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝.”

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. “𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞.”

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Whatever Cole was busy with during Dragons rising...

I know Fritz probably learned to fly as a crow himself but i just felt like drawing it ig!!