#tf rubble and trouble

[numberonetribble]

All the Breakbee fankids as bugs!

The bugs!

Hornet - @i-will-fight-cod Rubble and Trouble - @nightshadesintodreams Buzz - @ladychandraofthemoone Gummy - @gummywurm-gaming Firehearth - @nicosasha Rubble - @nexmalin Breakcheck - @starburstminibot Piston - Me! Marble - @roddity Groundbreaker - @macking-cheese Bluesun - @my-anndreamer Yelllowstreak - @lil-floof Bluestar/Streamburst/Velocity - @razorbee14 Junebug - @breakingdiamondboi

[thenamesblurrito]

ask dump fourteen(? pretty sure it's fourteen)

haven't done this in a long time! for new followers, this is all questions about SNAP, my magical girl tf fan canon

lore topics this time are: pollution, spambots, the Onyx Triptych's powers, v-tubing, Depression era food, squishing Optimus, monoformers, Rodimus's flames as a shield, hero transformations, and Ariel vs boar

uhhhh probably pretty similar to what creates pollution here on Earth, just with different effects since it's not an organic ecosystem? "adapted to it" is kind of impossible to answer though, considering how many forms of "pollution" there can be. strip mining, pumping liquids or gas, and excessive drilling will end up dumping a lot of dirt and byproduct into the surrounding area, only it's less likely to be toxic. more like covering the area in rubble, runoff, or mudslides than "pollution", bc heavy metals are the norm there, and leaving large valleys, caves, or empty cavities in the crust that may make the area unsafe to navigate. one of the usual bad effects is accidentally or on purpose diverting the flow of energon in the area, or even damaging hotspots and leylines. on Earth this would be the equivalent of damming/draining a river, messing up the water table, removing citywide plumbing, or cutting power for weeks/months with no fix. their landfills aren't pollutants so much as they are recycling on a planetary level

airborne pollution is less of an issue, not bc they don't have a lot of "pollutants" in their atmosphere but bc the mixture of gasses is less important to their ecosystem than it is to ours. they've got weather control stations scattered around Cybertron (first ask here) and some of that work is air purification/atmospheric preservation. fine grit and dust can have negative effects, in the same way volcanic ash getting into machinery or blanketing roads can be detrimental, and they often have issues with heavy precipitation causing floods, so those are the usual culprits for airborne elements

probably the thing most widely considered to be pollution is rust, even tho it's a perfectly natural part of Cybertron's ecosystem. the Rust Sea is like that naturally and should be like that, but the harsh effects of rust still give it a cultural connotation of a polluted wasteland. huge patches of rust, oxidization, or other enbrittlement outside of the Rust Sea can be a sign of environmental degradation which may be caused by pollution, but not necessarily. the other big one is organic material, often fungi, molds, or bacteria that have adapted to live on metals or plastics and form big colonies that outstrip the ecological balance of the area to the point of "pollution". this can happen with invasive species from Eukaris or Caminus as well. actually speaking of which, Eukaris as a technoorganic ecosystem and Caminus with some native organic flora would be more susceptible to the kinds of pollution we're familiar with than other planets

GOD. FROID REALLY WOULD, THE LOSER AHFHGKF. i'm taking this ask as an online suspicious ad/random phone call asking for ur credit card info type of scam and not just any situation of someone lying

first of all, Soundwave and minicons would be the scammers, of course. uhhh Rodimus is p easy to dupe if it's about the right thing or if he's not paying attention. Windblade has her moments of naivety which would make her a potential scam target if her cityspeaking didn't often give her a heads up. Chromia WILL click on ragebait just constantly and really needs to invest in an adblocker for this reason. Hellscream, if he spent his time on a computer, may get suckered by beauty scams and consider buying into an MLM. Ariel can be convinced that she broke some rule or another fairly easily, but the trouble is that can't be used to scare her into participating with a scam bc she thinks breaking rules is a fun pastime

Orion is susceptible to begging and playing nice by ppl irl like Sentinel but not rly online scam stuff. Minimus would accidentally pick up the phone for an insurance scammer and then spend the next hour lecturing them about how this is not how anything works and here is every single law and procedure about it. Blitzwing would accidentally pick up the phone for an insurance scammer, realize it, and then scream and pretend to die in a car crash to freak them out. Makeshift would probably do the same

as for non heroes: Oil Slick has definitely gotten his credit card info stolen like, seven times. TG unironically believes in MLMs. Swindle is an even bigger scammer than Soundwave

could not locate the post this is quoting rip. i'm certain i mentioned this somewhere as a one off but i cannot for the life of me find it so! lemme just say it all here

the Onyx Triptych mask is primarily an othersight related relic, which is sorta a catch all term for any kind of vision-like extrasensory perception like Drift, Soundwave, Cyclonus, etc. each of the three masks can hone in on different things. Mournsong sees the trails of sparks moving thru life to death ala sunrise to sunset, and can see them going to/existing in the Well. Predator sees into those sparks, into the person they are, what they have done, the ripples they have left, and so on, and then track them that way like a bloodhound. Farsight sees… potential? or metaphors made real? or places and times and realities that aren’t this one shaped by the concept of people, in a confusing and dazzling display of Everything that (probably) means Nothing. it doesn’t matter which face Triptych is wearing at the moment, those visions are technically available to him all at once, the masks each are focusing tools that block out a “spectrum” of othersight so he can pick the right thing to look at

the way he sees sparks, dead or alive, isn’t like seeing ghosts! Drift sees them as people, faces and frames and echoes of who they were and what they did. Triptych sees literal sparks, zooming around like comets, leaving afterimages looping back and forth wherever they go like infinite comet tails. kind of like looking at a long exposure photo with those long light trails! and it’s just sight, it’s not interaction really, unlike Drift who can “feel” the ghosts in a way that lets him speak with them if they���re strong enough to sense him back. Triptych uses his othersight more to hunt down living people (or at least, the living ppl with sparks he manages to identify in all that visual noise. they’re just balls of light, they don’t come with name tags!) bc he can see where they’ve been + what they might be doing + what kind of creature they are no matter the distance. it’s handy when he shows up late to the monster of the week and has to track down the other cons

the experience of being Triptych is basically the visual equivalent of this song, and explains why he’s so… like that. even tho Blitzwing tries rly hard to be a chill guy and manages his triple fracture pretty well, it all goes out the window when he powers up and leans into the crazy. this is uhhh kind of detrimental to his mental health, and he knows it, but who said teenagers make wise decisions???

re: the ghost interview thing, that’s more likely to be a Deadlock moment, since his form of othersight and empathy is much more fitting. comparatively, he can’t actually see into the afterlife like Triptych can tho!

i mean... i guess? something about my brain means i hate watching videos that aren't movies/documentaries (and sometimes even then) so streamers and youtube in general aren't my forte. i'd imagine generating a virtual avatar for a mech is a lot quicker and the use of it a lot smoother, especially via object interface, so yeah sure! i know nothing about the world of v-tubing tho so that's kind of all i can comment on?

i missed "era" the first time i read this and really went geez what depressed person is making peanut filled onions in the depths of their apathy???

it's probably going to be just the staples of iron (and other metals) and energon in various forms, most conveniently a silted shake, and if they're lucky enough to live anywhere edible cyberflora grow, some supplemental fruits/veggies. they can mix up the form and presentation for personal preference, like crystal energon vs liquefied fuel, etc, but that's always going to be the cheapest and most necessary things to eat that are easy to acquire. heck, plenty of people who aren't poor or suffering a depression economy live exclusively off silted shakes just for efficiency

uhhh if i'm going for realism, no he couldn't survive being squashed literally flat bc that would destroy his body and rupture his spark (not that Optimus dying is a big deal tbh)

if i'm going for a funnie cartoon logic gag which would definitely fit in this magical girl anime genre, then sure! Pancake Prime roll out!

the most relevant analogue to monoformers in SNAP would be Mutacons, an actual frametype like triple-changers. people who have lost the ability to transform due to injury or the like (ala Terminus and his loss of mobility) aren't really called monoformers, they're just called disabled. or some other less savory terms, depending on if the speaker is a bigot, i suppose

considering functionism is all about sorting people according to both useful body types and social connections, people who are unable to transform get the short end of the stick by a big margin. if their function doesn't require transformation, if their support network is solid, etc, then they will probably be okay, but it won't be fun. and there isn't really a "monoformer movement" here either, for a variety of reasons. maybe surgically removing the t-cog was something that occurred in the past, maybe voluntarily or maybe at the command of a despot, idk, but it's not a thing currently

oh sure. depends on the speed/material of the projectile, but Rodimus could certainly spew enough flame to burn something away or at least change trajectory with the heat/wind/pressure. for some examples, if it's like uhh... Cheetor at top speed? no way, some fire isn't going to do anything to someone moving that fast. if it's Optimus barrelling thru in truck mode? mmmm probably not going actually stop him, it's just fire and not an actual explosion or physical force that could push Optimus back, but the heat would do some damage and the light may sour his aim. bullets? i'm actually not sure about this one, he could definitely get it hot enough that bullets melt midair but the splatter of molten metal may not be great either. nets or other capture gear thrown by Enforcers? oh sure that's a piece of cake to burn off

huh, i hadn't even thought of this before... i think they could absolutely go from kid root mode to hero alt mode, or vice versa/whatever combination thereof. considering their hero forms are, technically, straight up different bodies that they manifest and inhabit when powering up, the root and alt modes of both aren't necessarily linked (and aren't even equivalent for folks like Blackarachnia or Deadlock who become triple-changer heroes, or Makeshift who has no alt mode)

(post this is referring to)

she's kind of hardcore so she would actually try going up against a beryllium boar! would she win? debatable. her odds are much better now that she can become Elita 1. assuming she could successfully slaughter a boar, she may not know exactly what to do from there, as she's more on the violence side than the culinary skills side, but she would at least be able to stomach killing/processing/eating an animal!

[aphchinass]

The house was demolished in December

Like someone else in the notes said, these are nail houses. Happened to my grandfather’s house in Guangzhou city in 2008. You have these people who bought land deeds built their houses from the ground up back in the 50-60’s but by the 2010’s the places where their houses are have become the centers of giant urban cities, and the land developers need to make room for more collective housing structures and shopping plazas.

The land devs compensate you if you agree to demolish your house, but if not, they go to pretty extreme lengths to get you to hand your house over, like demolishing it anyway while you’re not home. For my family, we had friends from the village come and help us occupy the house to make sure that didn’t happen (from what I heard tho there was a risk of them demolishing it with people inside if they thought no one was home, but I don’t think the land devs would risk sparking public outrage like that). So when that didn’t work out, the land devs dug trenches around the property, threw snakes into the bathroom, set off fireworks in the middle of the night and everything. I think we held out for ~5 years? There’s one in Shanghai that held out for 14.

All the people in the notes are talking about how China has more respect for land ownership than the eminent domain clause in the US, forget that there’s no private land ownership under PRC law.

In the middle of a new highway, a house owned by an elderly couple who refused to sign an agreement allowing it to be demolished, Wenling, China, 2012 (via here)

[sundarika]

headcanon in two parts, sorry. Ask does not miss it. 1.1 Oh, you know the insecticons from the tfp? Can I have a headcanon where a S/O person is on friendly terms with insecticons?

[TF PRIME] S/O Is Friends With The Insecticons

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* [S/O] meets them by accident quite a bit before the events of the Energon Eaters. Arachnid is still “leader” of the Insecticons by technicality as the only available ‘Queen’ for the hive-mind, however she never really patrols the area or takes care of the hive as she should, rather choosing to wander as a free mind, disobeying orders from everybody.

* You had stumbled upon the hive while taking a short walk along the side of the Jasper highway, leading out of town and to an old coal mine you liked to inhabit on your days off work. A home-away-from-home of sorts, it brought you peace of mind to have a quiet place.

* At least you thought it was a quiet, desolate area until you broke through a thinning in the rock floor of the entry shaft and ended up crashing an Insecticon tea-party.

*It was a rather awkward fall, and it had injured your hip joint on the way down, leaving you temporarily paralyzed in throbbing pains and nerve damage.

* The giant bug-like robots and their shiny, metal wingspans immediately armed themselves and aimed at the shifting dust and rockfall, growling and chittering in a language of some sort, unknown to you.

* “Is it one of those ugly-faced Decepticons ploys again?”

* “It’s too small and squishy, much sooner to be a predacons’ chew toy than any weapon.”

* You looked super confused, absolutely stupefied, completely duped, utterly incomprehensible, awkwardly awed, amazingly idiotic, a-

* Their manner of speech and vocal patterns was practically lost on you. You could pick up remnants of a language similar to broken [language], but really nothing else. In an attempt to make contact with the metallic giants to gain help, you enabled your parroting capabilities.

* Humans have the stunning ability to mimic sounds and specific noise frequencies, at levels other earthen animals, especially mammals, cannot. Using this ability, you managed to copycat the grinding and chattering noises coming from the vocal mass of bug-bots.

* [S/O]: “¿Krrt-grrut vvurrr chechch?”

* Hardshell: “¿Buzzzz vert-tet-brrrz, Erreech?”

* [S/O]: “¿Erreech?”

* Hardshell: “¡VRREE BUZZZ-EECH CLICKLICKIK!”

* The contact went well, unbeknownst to you, and the successful communication meant that you might actually have a chance at escape, or finding a hospital!

* Congrats! You are now [Tiny Bug Child]! You have no idea what they were speaking about, unaware that they were contemplating how to execute you, but you successfully managed to evade death by being cute and cuddly! People say curiosity killed the cat, but it evidently saves the naive human-who-fell-into-an-insect-cult-meeting!

* Hardshell, the Insecticon you nearly landed on top of, begins to lift you out of the rubble, and place you down upon a makeshift stone table, partially destroyed by the collapse. The others—including Wingflap, Bombshell, Shrapnel, Blockhead, and Kickback—gather closely around you, cooing and chirping in their weird language again.

* This was, evidently, how you became the new Queen of the hive, though you didn’t know it, and managed to befriend your way through the entire enclosed community and worm into the spark of every Insecticon, though they were very few in number.

* You made easy friends with Bombshell, and remained close with him up until his untimely death by Bulkheads hammer fist. He would often lay atop the Jasper cliffside with you, and make out shapes in the clouds, constellations in the stars—regaling to you tales of the Old Cybertron, when his own kind weren’t so despised, and were respected as viable assets and allies amongst those with forms like and unlike their own—until the Autobot Elitists ensured they were seen as ugly and malformed, made to hide away in the shadows and step away from society for ‘the greater good’.

* It’s how you came to hate the Autobots—and Decepticons—for all they had done, to their planet and yours, and to your friends as well.

* Your mimicry slowly turned into actual speech patterns and recognition. Repetitive sound signals were a key portion of Archaic Insecticon speech, which made it easy to recognize simple words or phrases, each indicated by a set of whirs, clicks, or beeps.

* Now that you could actively communicate with most of the hive, it was far easier to make friends with even the hardiest of bots.

* Hardshell, of course, was tough to crack. At your constant insistance, he spoke with you once or twice, and made sure to acknowledge your presence when in the room, as well as save you a seat at the underground pub every other weekend. It wasn’t actually a pub per-say, rather a dugout chamber with smooth walls and some stone slabs insert for seating, where the cons enjoyed engex they could sneak off the Nemesis from time-to-time.

* After awhile, he warms up to you, welcoming you back to the hive every day after work, standing alongside his multiple siblings, and pushing others aside to get to hold you first.

* Meanwhile this all happens, they still don’t know what a human is. Their simple understanding of earth comes only from what they’ve seen on the highway from the cliffside, or from video footage of the Autobot pests on the Nemesis. Due to their bulky size and noisiness, they’re banned from most human-inhabited areas.

* Don’t doubt that some of them have attempted to follow their [S/O] home. They have. And some of them won’t stop trying. It’s been more than one awkward encounter between you and some teens to get them to realize they could get you in trouble.

* You all eat [dessert] together sometimes, made with energon supplements for ‘The Boys™️’, with some good ol’ 25-something-kg of sugar mixed in.

* The boys were worried when you didn’t show up for a week due to hospitalization via severe food poisoning medical coma.

* When Arachnid finally returned to Earth, and her fight against Arcee had proceeded about as well as expected, she located the hive and proceeded to force them to engage in business with Megatron. She believed that by implementing her own soldiers amongst the ranks, she’d be better equipped to backstab Megatron when the time came.

* She was undoubtably surprised when Hardshell and some others adamantly refused to take part in her plans at first, until she enforced their compliance through the hive-mind.

*When she learned of your existence, and the very gauge of your importance to her former hive, she came at you with full force.

*The Insecticons were fully unprepared to deal with a fight between their small [S/O] and an extremely angry ex-Queen. In refute, they returned you to the surface without so much as a goodbye, and begged you to escape before Arachnid scented you out.

* It was soon after these events that you learned of Breakdown’s death, Bulkhead’s coma, and Bombshell’s demise due to the combined effects of a substance called Tox-En and injuries sustained during his battle with Bulkhead. It broke you inside to learn there was nothing you could have done to help, but you refused to disobey their pleas to stay away for awhile.

* At the hive, Arachnid rules supreme. Being able to control the hive-mind was a feat a human was incapable of achieving, only Cybertronians able to easily access the imbedded chain of command.

* Hardshell mourned the loss of a true friend—a small, squishy human—but a friend nonetheless.

* Wingflap and Kickback went through a collection of memories you’d left behind with them. Pictures and small objects gifted over the years, a small treasure trove of important parts of their lives, now without you in them.

* Shrapnel stims a lot more now, and has nervous tics that he believes are the result of the loss of his dear friend. He knows you aren’t dead, least not yet, but he knows that you’ll likely never come back.

* Blockhead, as dumb as everybody thinks he is, is actually very emotionally intelligent. He has a way with words he barely understands, and [S/O] acted as a big support for someone like him. Without them now, he can no longer function like normal, and now has nobody left to talk to.

* Arachnid could care less. She absolutely despises [S/O], and would smite them for all she cares. You matter little to her, and only worry her for the loyalty and capacity of her troops.

* It isn’t until the Energon Eaters appear that everything turns completely south.

* [S/O] finally builds up enough courage to march themselves back down to the mine, and demand to meet Arachnid face-to-faceplate.

* The desert is hot, Nevada is hotter, and the trek down the highway seems endless and tedious. You pass by 5 interstate signs on your way to the hive, and count the steps it takes to reach the entrance, parched by the time you make it there.

* In all your sweaty glory, you, [S/O], make your way down the carved pathway into the mineshaft, dark and cramped—just as you left it.

* But everything is exactly as it was left, not an item out of place. The entire hive was empty, including of those you cared about. Their rooms are full of memories, and their energon cubes still lie in a corner, collecting dust and grime.

* The search seems profitable, yet it leaves you with nothing, and the emptiness of the hive echoes around you, and in all the chambers, through the cavern walls of every room.

* You know they’re gone, that they have left without you, and without so much as a simple passing note.

* Perhaps someday you’d find them, hiding away in another Jasper mine, but you never would.

* In their haze of a hive mind, they barely even remember the face of the human they left behind. A long line across the moon—stretching on for miles—and a vampire on a false throne, draining the lifeblood from their veins, and the image of [S/O] from their minds.

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✨ Hope you enjoyed ✨

[thinkingheron]

TF Fanfic - Back to Life

[AN] First time trying @flashfictionfridayofficial​. I hope this fits the prompt okay, because I’ve always liked stories where you can’t really tell if something happened because of “divine intervention” or just the characters’ sheer determination. It’s one of the things I always wanted to try out. I also tried to write in a way that non-TF fans could read without too much knowledge on lore or terminology but idk if it worked.

Fandom: Transformers --Bumblebee 2018 movie

Characters: Charlie Watson, Bumblebee

TW : near death experience, there’s also a mention of idly wondering about jumping off a high place, though I’m not sure if that should count as suicide or not..

Wordcount : 567

[EDIT : An edited version of this fic is now on AO3! (LINK)]

*****

The Well was much larger than he remembered.

He stood at the very edge, looking down into the pitch black abyss. His feet kicked off loose rubbles below and they disappeared into the well. Some of the rubbles bounced off the narrow path along the wall that lead to the bottom below, creating hollow echoes that seemed to be crying out his name.

The Well was supposed  to be a sacred place for their species -- a place where every one of them came from, and where they will all go when their own lights ran its course. It was supposed to be a place where All was One.

But without the AllSpark to activate it, the Well was just one gigantic hole on the ground.

Bumblebee stared down.

He was never one for religion, not that there was much chance to learn religion among the Autobots. Primus was just something everyone called for now and then, nothing more, and the Thirteen was just a tale. He always thought that even if gods existed, they were unlikely to stick around on a dead planet, or allow an entire planet to die in the first place.

...Right?

The darkness seemed to beckon him. He thought he saw an old friend.

Bumblebee leaned forward slightly. What happens when you fall into the Well of AllSpark?

"That is a one way ticket, young one."

Bumblebee almost did fall then. His head snapped to his side where a tall figure stood as if they had been standing there the whole time. He tried to raise his blaster only to find himself unarmed.

The stranger looked at Bumblebee's curled fists impassively. "There is no need to fight."

Bumblebee straightened up slightly, though he did not let his guard down. He didn't recognize the person, but at the same time they felt oddly familiar. It was difficult to focus on them, because their appearance seemed to shift between about a dozen different forms.

"Who are you?" Bumblebee asked.

The stranger gave an odd smile that was both cold and kind. "Nevermind that. The better question is, what are you doing here?"

Bumblebee started. Something tugged in his memory, as if he had forgotten an important detail. There was something he was supposed to be doing.

The abyss below his feet suddenly frightened him. He took a cautious step back to the safety of solid ground. The Well blurred in his periphery.

The stranger sighed in relief. "There you go."

Bumblebee felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. The stranger was suddenly right in front of him, holding out a hand. "And we are just in time."

Before Bumblebee could ask anything else, the figure shifted into focus, taking the appearance of someone very familiar.

"Good luck, Bumblebee. I will see you soon."

Then the figure's hand touched Bumblebee's chest and his entire frame lurched from electric shock and his spark pulsed. His vision turned white into nothingness and he heard someone calling his name from distantly.

"Please Bee!"

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It was dark, and everything hurt.

His systems were having immense trouble initializing. Damage reports and errors flashed, telling him he should by all means be dead by now. Bumblebee pushed through the haze, sorting out the messages as he sat up.

There was a small gasp, and Charlie appeared by him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Oh, thank god," she whispered.

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

Worth it

Jj maybank x reader

Promt: 1. “Don’t touch me!” And 7. “I can’t see you get hurt!”

Promt list (angst)

Warnings: physical abuse, blood and injuries, yelling, angst, cussing (these topics can be triggering to some!!!!!!)

Word count: 1837

@dylansslutt I hope this is what you wanted!!! Thank you so much for requesting! I really enjoyed wrighting this and I hope it’s a fun read! Requests are still open! Love ya!

6 years ago I moved from New York City to outer banks, North Carolina. I was the weird new girl from the big city. My family wasn’t rich, not even close. Infact money was the reason we moved here. My dad lost his job because of an alcohol problem and my mom was a police officer. We couldn’t afford to live off just her mortgage, so when my mom got a job offer here in obx we couldn’t turn it down. Here it was cheaper, there was a school for me to go and my mom grew up here so she had some friends. But me, I had no friends, not one. That was until my second week at school, this little blond boy, jj maybank came up to me. We were ten at the time, him and his friends were going to go to the beach later and he said I could come. Because I didn’t have any other friends I wasn’t in any place to turn down this offer. Ever sense then jj and I have been best friends. I didn’t know jj the best out of everyone but I guess that intrigued me. Last year my parents went through a divorce, my dad was losing it, his addiction was getting worse and worse. My mom moved us out leaving my dad with 10,000 dollars to get help. It was hard, even though he was an alcoholic he was still my dad. Jj was there for me the whole time, became closer than ever. Jj knows everything about me, my past, my home life, my favorite ice cream flavor, my favorite place everything. I know as much as I can about jj, I know that his dad beats him, he spends a lot of nights on my couch, I know that he plans to drop out of school and travel and surf. He’s my best friend but the problem is, ever sense that day that he came up to me, I’ve had a crush on him. He didn’t like me that way though and even if he did, “no pogue on pogue macking”.

Today is my 17 birthday, and here that means only one thing, a keger, a big ass keger. I love parties but there’s always trouble at *these* parties. I would prefer to just get drunk and hang out at John b.s place. So I’ve spent the entire morning trying to talk them out of it.

“I swear to god kie!” I yelled

“Don’t even try Y/N!” She said

“Come on you love parties!” John b added

“No, I love small parties, remember the last time we had a keger?! Ya know you almost *drowned*!!!” I said

“It is her birthday guys” Sarah said, Sarah my by best girl friend, I haven’t known her for long but we immediately bonded.

“Oh come on!” Said John b

“Fine, Sarah is right it’s Y/Ns choice” kie said

John b sighed “fine, I’ll call and tell jj”

A few mins later John b hung up the phone

“Alright jj said he’ll be here around 4:00, he says happy birthday, he’s sorry he is not here” John b said

4:30

“Here should have been here 30 minutes ago” John b said

Everyone was laying around John Bs living room, sweating their asses off. We had been waiting for jj, he wasn’t answering his phone. Normally we would just leave it alone but jj never missed my birthday.

“Should we try calling again?” Sarah asked

“We’ve called 15 times, and I texted him” I said shaking my head

It was silent

“I’m going” I said as I stood up

“No the fuck your not!” John b said standing up and blocking my way to the door

“Yes I am! He could be hurt!” I said trying to move John be out of the way

“Y/N you know what he said!” John b said

Yes I did know, the pogues had a list of rules, but jj also had his own

Never go to JJs house

Never under any circumstance break rule number one

“I don’t give a fuck about what he said!” I yelled, when your mom is a cop you pick up on some self defense. John b was in my way, and i would never hurt him…..but jj may be hurt, I had seen first hand what his dad could do. I ducked down and swiped John Bs legs making him fall.

“Wtf Y/N?!” Kie said

“Sorry guys” I said as I ran toward the door. I pushed it opened and ran to my car. Kie and Sarah came running after me yelling my name. I ignored it and started toward JJs house.

About 5 minutes later I pulled into the driveway. Well the kinda driveway, it was more like a clearing with rubble and weeds. There was a car there, jjs dad's car. My stomach dropped at the sight. I took a deep breath

“It’s gonna be fine” I said as a opened my car door and stepped out

I walked up to his front door, my hand was shaking as I went to knock. Why was my hand shaking? It was gonna be fine, right? I knocked, but JJ didn't open the door, his dad did. He looked drunk, he had a cigarette in his mouth, he was dirty and he had an old cut on his face. This was a bad idea, jj may not even be here.

“Uh um hi s-sir” I Stuttered on my words

“Who are ya?” He said look around me

“Um I I’m Y/N, jjs friend, is he here?” I said looking into the house

“Ah you're his little slut girlfriend, ya here to break up with him? Not surprised” he said stepping closer to me

I stepped back, I could defend myself against him if I needed to, I reminded myself, “actually no sir, I’m just his friend, is jj here?”

“Ya he’s here, what do you want with him?”

“Where is he?” I ignored his question

“How about you come with me little lady and I’ll buy you a drink?” He said and grabbed my hand

I ripped my hand out of his and punched him in the face

“You little bitch” he yelled holding his now bleeding cheek, he swung his arm again to punch me. He hit me right in the eye.

Then suddenly he came at me and I dodged him and pushed him past me. He was definitely drunk. I ran inside and closed the door, my hands were shaking even more, I tried to lock it and luckily I was able to. Then I heard a car start in the driveway, the car sounded older. Not mine, but jjs dads. I let out a breath of relief and turned around to look at the house. The coffee table was filled with beer bottles, there was glass on the floor and a broken picture frame. I needed to find jj.

“JJ!!! JJ!!!” I yelled his name, I could hear the crack in my voice when I yelled.

I made my way through the small, dirty house and to his room. The door was locked

“Jj?! Please open the door!” I said as I rocked on the door

I was about to say something again but the door swung open

“What do you want?!” Jj yelled as he slammed the door frame

I jumped, almost tripping over myself. Jjs face was bruised and bloody. He was shirtless, his chest was covered in bruises. I looked up at him, I was confused. I saw his face soften when he saw me, he looked surprised, then he got angry again.

“Y/N?! What the hell are you doing here?!” He said stepping closer to me

I was at a loss of words, I was already shaky but when Jj yelled it set me off.

“I um I-I” I started but was cut off by jj

“Fuck Y/N, did he do this to you?!” Jj yelled

“Jj please stop ye-“

“That son of a bitch! I swear to fucking god” he began walking out of the hallway toward the door

I stood up “JJ STOP!” I yelled grabbing his arm

“Don’t touch me! Why can you fucking listen Y/N?! I told you to stay away! And what did you do?! You didn’t! You didn’t fucking stay away! And now” he paused calming down and catching his breath “now you are hurt, and it’s my fucking fault! I swear I’m going to kill him” he said moving his hand over his lips and looking down

“What did you expect me to do Jj?” I was trying to stay calm “you didn’t show up and that scared me, I came to make sure you were ok, and obviously you aren’t, I can’t sit my and watch you come to school with black eyes and bloody lips”

“Fuck you Y/N! You had one job!”

Fuck being calm “you know what Jj I came because I care and because I am your fucking friend ok?! It’s ok to let people care about you! It’s ok *to* care! You don’t need to push everyone away!” I yelled back at him

“I do care Y/N! That’s why I don’t want you here! I can’t see you get hurt!!!” He yelled grabbing my hand

“Well, I’m completely fine so” I said taking my hand out of his and crossing my arms across my chest

“Your not fine”

“I am!”

“Nope”

“Yes! Yes I am, and why tf is it so important to you that I’m hurt, you get hurt, so does John b, and Kie, and rafe, but he definitely deserves that-“ I was cut off from my blabbing

“Y/N I care because I love you alright?! Calm down” he said

“W-what?”

“I’-I’m” he started moving his head as if he was trying to think of what to say, I looked at him, studying his features, then I decided I was going to kiss him, ya ya I was going to kiss him. And I did, my lips met his in one quick movement. He seemed surprised at first but then his lips moved into mine. It was a passionate, needed kiss, but amazing never the less. His tongue moved, asking permission that was granted.

We broke the kiss both trying to catch our breath

“Wait Y/N-“ je started

“I love you too jj, I have forever” I said smiling

“But what about the rules and stuff, I mean I don’t follow rules like ever but” he was cute when he was confused, I began giggling at his attemp

“What? what is so funny?” He asked

“You are adorable,” I said kissing him again

It’s funny, I never thought that I would be here, kissing jj fucking maybank. We we’re definitely gonna get some crap from the rest of the pogues but it was definitely worth it.

[artoni-arts]

sparks in the ashes; chapter 3

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what u should know;

@tiesthatbind-tf verse, quintesson-era [late 1920s]

CW; children in cages, anxiety attack

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To say Sadie didn't remember much of her life before meeting Victor would have been a lie; she remembered plenty, such as evading Guardsmen patrols, working with the other kids to try and scrounge up something edible that wouldn't make them sick, sitting in the remains of a bombed building and making up the most outlandish way to live 'when all this was over'. Because Sadie remembered it wasn't always like this; she distantly remembered having a mum and da, though their faces were hard to remember by now. She used to dream of being a princess, she thought, at least until the up until hearing news the King had died and the monarchy was more-or-less gone; no use being royalty then, now, was there?

If anything, she figured, she was a princess of the streets. And that suited her just fine; she hadn't wanted a new da, but Victor was close enough to an uncle that she didn't mind staying with him. He was nice, if a bit stern at times, and in dire need of cheering up in others; something she took to with gusto, as seeing him smile or even, more rarely, laugh reminded her of better times that she couldn't fully remember. Warm and fuzzy feelings, at least, not unlike a good meal. And while he'd fretted at first, he'd seemed to grow to accept that she wasn't always going to sleep over, wasn't always going to come back with something or other, and certainly wasn't always going to behave.

Which was why how upset he'd seemed, back then, still bothered her. He hadn't hurt her or anything, but it was the first time he'd ever been aggressive like that. Sure, she'd played keep-away once or twice, but that was play. This had been her left staring at the door for a few moments before squaring her jaw and immediately going to shove open the window. She'd figured that the other two wouldn't be long, and just as she'd thought, they'd been out before she could come to terms with her mixed feelings.

She wasn't angry at Victor, just...trying to think of what else she could have done, maybe, to make things turn out better. No use worrying now, though, she had to focus on guiding Aillard and Pravda through the city. They'd already had a close encounter, with Pravda abruptly grabbing her coat to haul her back. Aillard motioned for silence before she heard the tell-tale hum; it quickly loudened, and within seconds, a pair of squiddies were slinking down the street, making those strange sounds she assumed was them talking to each other. The three of them held their breath until the sounds died down once again, and then moved once more.

"How far to go?" Pravda murmured, and Sadie glanced over her shoulder towards the woman. The tall, big woman. Whom Sadie was tempted to ask for a piggy back ride from at some point, but-

"We go down over here," she explained, nodding towards the remains of a railway station. Unlike the one that was commonly used by the squiddies, this one hadn't been cleaned up at all from the invasion; anyone looking at it would have assumed it'd already been scavenged for supplies, and that there was nothing but more rubble underneath. Indeed, it was difficult to find the entrance - only someone who already knew it could find it easily, and even Sadie still had trouble trying to remember which underhang, which twist, "No, wait, wrong one, go back...aha!"

"How can you tell this from the other?" Aillard asked, baffled. Sadie just grinned and tapped a set of scratches - or what looked like them, at first.

"Coz it's got the Underground's mark!"

Pravda reached out, tracing the crude shape. But Sadie wasn't willing to wait out here for her to look even closer - she ducked down under a broken archway, using the handrail to stabilize herself as she moved down the steps. And maybe she wasn't as familiar with the tunnels as the boys, but what was the worst that could happen?

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As soon as he was able to breathe, Victor was moving for his coat. Nevermind the fact he was allotted a few more hours of rest before his shift; walking as a Guardsman would e the only way he could be safe. Pravda's words echoed in his mind - one of the Quintesson's tools - but he pushed them aside as he slung it over his shoulders. His baton, too, just in case, though he briefly hesitated as his hand clenched around it.

A tool, indeed. Perhaps one day he'd have the courage to use it in another way - but was it courage to throw one's life away like those two youths from yesterday? They perhaps killed a Quintesson, yes, but how many of them and their friends had been killed?

How many would be killed, once the Quintessons found out their hiding spot?

...it wasn't to think of, right now. He needed to find Sadie before they did. Squaring his jaw, Victor set out, only briefly gazing at the tray Aillard had laid out for him earlier. The food, which had been so delicious and savory, now sat poorly in his stomach; nerves, no doubt. Perhaps a more paranoid man would have suspected poison, but it wouldn't be the first time (or, likely, the last) that a meal hadn't settled well. Instead, Victor swallowed to try and help calm his stomach as he moved for the exit.

"Prentiss?" Victor paused, briefly, glancing up at the voice. Morgan - one of his fellows, who took on a more center-city patrol, had his head sticking out of his own door with a frown, and a moment later, was stepping out to block Victor's way. "Did I hear someone else in your quarters?"

"Sadie's friends- look, I'm afraid I don't have time, I-"

"Your shift isn't until later." The suspicion on his face grew. "Where are you going?"

Victor clenched his jaw before deciding there was nothing else for it, and stepping forwards. "Not that it's any of your bloody business," he spat, hoping his (quite real) anger hid his unease, "but I'm following a lead. Now, if you'll excuse me." Without bothering to wait for a response, he reached and outright shoved the man out of his way, enough to move past. He heard something indignant, but couldn't spare the time nor effort to try and process if they were actual words or just a curse - Morgan could go suck up to the squiddies by tattling on his disrespect for all he cared, his record was spotless and there was no reason to tolerate his nonsense.

Every reason to keep moving. The air tasted of ozone; not the sort that came from the metal constructs of the Quintessons, but of incoming rain. Adjusting the collar of his coat, Victor moved at a quick pace, trying to mentally organize all of Sadie's favorite lurking spots - or any of the children's, really. As long as they knew he was looking for her, they'd keep their own eyes out, perhaps even pass on a message if he asked.

He wasn't sure he'd want them to. What would he say, I'm sorry? Better said in person, he thought, and there crept in another thought; if I can find her. For the streets - generally empty as a rule, aside from someone going to or fro on business or another Guardsman, or the rare Quintesson - seemed hostile in their silence, the tension he'd sensed yesterday still present in a twisted way.

When he spotted a Quintesson transport near one of the childrens' favorite hiding spots, his uneasiness grew. As he approached, he could see a pair of Enforcers, one manning the vehicle while the other was working in the back - which was odd, they rarely came out to man the streets themselves, but perhaps given the circumstances it wasn't so odd. He bowed when one warbled at him, immediately fishing out his identity card;

"Victor Prentiss, Night-Guardsman..."

[It is not night,] one of the Quintessons cut in, its red eyes narrowed and unamused. Victor noticed a fresh injury to its armor and decided caution was the better choice, here.

"I wished to assist beyond my shift." Hopefully, he wouldn't be rounded up in to whatever they were doing - but how else could he explain myself? "As such, I was patrolling for any citizens who had broken curf-"

[Irrelevant,] the other said, waving its braided arm-tentacles dismissively as Victor grew quiet. [Unrequired. You will return to your dwelling and await your shift.]

"...of course." There was no arguing with a direct order, but Victor thought he might persuade a little leeway as he opened his mouth to continue - before motion in the vehicle caught his eye.

Quintessons didn't bother dealing with dead humans, short of having them directed to a location for 'harvest and disposal'; even in death, they were given no peace, though some managed furtive funerals and burials in places they could find ground loose enough to dig a grave. The only time they collected humans was when they were collecting subjects for new experimentation - or if they had found an unauthorized 'nest'.

Simon's familiar eyes stared back at his, and the boy opened his mouth before a hand flew over it. Behind him, Joel leaned forwards, hissing a warning before meeting Victor's gaze at well, brow furrowed as a spark of hope entered his face. But at Victor's helplessly horrified expression, it quickly faded, and he swallowed before Simon managed to pull his hands down.

Sadie could be there, with them, but- no, if she was, she'd have already pushed her way to the front, wouldn't she? Even so, the sight of 'his' children being collected had him consumed in dread, and only when the Quintesson stepped in between to loom over him did he manage to recover. [Are your aural sensors damaged, human?] it demanded, prompting another low bow of subservience.

"No, I- I'll be off."

[Hold.] He froze in place, and tried not to shudder as the cold skin of its tentacles forced his head up. He instinctively wanted to pull back, away, and it took every ounce of self-control to hold himself still as it seemed to examine him, poking lightly at his ears. It looked him over - reminding Victor so much of how he'd seen someone once study a dog that had been whining from pain - before seeming satisfied enough and not-quite-shoving him away. Still, what strength was there was almost enough to knock him off his feet, unsteady as he already was, and he was unashamedly relieved when it turned its back on him. [Go. Report to the Third Spire before the end of the week for full examination.]

That was not a relief - quite the opposite, really - but Victor dared not err further and risk an additional correction, however benign it might have seemed at first. He stumbled away, numb, the vision of Joel and Simon trapped in that vehicle burned in to his memory. They weren't the only children there, he realized, but he didn't know the others.

He knew them.

So, what, the others don't matter?

Once more, only that innate sense of direction kept him from being lost as he turned a few corners - and then sagged against a wall, covering his face with his hands just as the first few drops of rain started to fall.

charred, burned alive

"-Quintesson's tools-"

He couldn't breathe, he was back in line for modifications, there as a Quintesson scanning them all and Scarlett squeezed his hand reassuringly, murmuring that whatever happened, at least they'd be together

the Quintesson pausing before the two of them, eyes locking on Scarlett's form

"This's for Yorkshire!"

no, he was back trying to shore up London's defenses, for King and Country neither of them could fall, water was falling heavily, now, soaking him to the bone

"Squiddie-Guard!"

he wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. His brother, his only brother, shot by some bastard in the trenches, Victor could only hold his parents as both of them sobbed freely

hands pulled at Victor's hair, his own hands, he distantly realized. Because he was still in London, and trying frantically to ground himself by whatever means necessary. The physical pain was all he had to distract himself from the pandemonium in his head, his heart, and he bit his lip as well to muffle whatever sounds he might have made in this state. Perhaps the noise of the rain may have covered it, but did he dare risk such a thing?

Oh, God. But how could a so-called kind and loving God allow any of this? His eyes watered, and he didn't fight the tears that began to spill as he shuddered in upset. How could anyone allow monsters to come from the stars and upheave their lives, enslave their world, use their children as fodder to say nothing of what other atrocities were happening day to day-

How could I allow it?

For, Victor understood, as much as he'd tried to convince himself otherwise - he was complicit. He may have been trying to stay alive and to mitigate the harm caused, but he was still a part of the system, and he had reached his limit. He simply couldn't do this anymore, and it sickened him to think that it took this long to realize such. And he had no one to turn to, no shelter to seek. Not unless he wanted to drown himself in alcohol, or worse.

It was that thought that had him finally release his hair, instead wrapping his arms about himself as he fought to regulate his breathing. To stop this- this wibbling. It was easier thought than done; his mind kept going back to Joel's face, to Simon being silenced, to him silencing Sadie...

I need to find Sadie.

He had to know whether she'd been taken in or not. And short of tracking down Renard - whom, if he was smart at all, was keeping his head as down as possible and keeping to himself, which meant Victor would never find him - he had precious few options. Perhaps...

Perhaps Old Mac's?

Keenly aware of how much time had passed, he staggered to his feet, using the wall to stabilize himself and make sure his footing was steady. Belatedly, he realized he'd been collapsed by an old storefront - a half destroyed sign indicated it might have once been a candy shop. The glass was long gone, the inside dark and full of debris. Useless to him, but for a moment, just a moment, he was struck with nostalgia for times long gone. This place must have once been full of people of all ages, hunting down a bit of a sweet treat - now, such things were only memories.

Except- the black markets had such things, still, hadn't they? He licked lips that were somehow still dry as he pushed himself forwards, considering. Somewhere in the city, someone was able to get sugar, or whatever it was they needed to create such things - he could have sworn he'd seen Sadie surreptitiously snacking on such, once or twice. Somehow, the people of the city kept what normalcy they could in a world gone mad, where over three-quarters of the city was tasked to mine the Scar. The others weren't exempt from being worked to the bone; all told, as a Guardsman, he'd had a rather cushy life. Was that part of the reason he tried to convince himself this was an acceptable life, that things could have been so much worse?

Victor paused, motion even in the rain catching his attention. He peered across the street, then sucked in a breath and quickly darted in to a shadow as a dim glow was just perceptible through the open entryway of the 'pub'. Movement again - another Quintesson Enforcer, this one, just visible within the building that housed Old Mac's. No vehicles in sight, but it was clear it was doing some sort of investigation, holding up some sort of device as it moved out of sight. Not an option, Victor concluded, not anywhere near brave enough to risk another encounter. For all he knew - and he wouldn't have been surprised for it to be the truth - one Quintesson knew what the others knew, and if he was sighted still out on the streets, he'd be soon joining Joel and Simon against his will.

But he had to do something. Go somewhere. His hand curled against the wall, a grimace spreading over his features as his fingers brushed the scratches

and then he froze, and spread his fingers once more. His head turned, and though the dim light of this shadow, there it was-

The Union Jack. Rough and crude, only recognizable to those who knew such a thing, but - such was the Underground's symbol. Which meant that he was very, very close to one of their entrances, and perhaps desperate times did cause for desperate measures. Victor could have laughed, feeling just a bit hysterical - for what, indeed, were his options?

Perhaps they'd simply take his gear and throw him out on the street. Odds were, though, they could still use it better than he had. Steeling himself, Victor followed the wall until he'd found a small stairway, and another Jack on the wall - and without any further hesitation, strode in to the depths.

[roninhunt0987]

M.E.G.A Chronicles 3 Special: The Search For Suzuki's Parents

M.E.G.A Chronicles 3 Special: The Search For Suzuki's Parents

By: Roninhunt0987

the search for Suzuki The Cat's parents and introducing Suzuki's biological parents for the very first time... :3 enjoy the special folks

Characters(C)belongs to their rightful owners

-Kato/Prower residence-

Suzuki: -sitting down on the couch barepawed and in Her pajamas as its the anniversary of when she was adopted by Master Splinter and her brothers wondering if her biological parents is still alive-

Leo: -here for a week with his brothers and master splinter since its snowing in New York of having a snowstorm and such and worried about Suzuki-

Raph: -sees Jared come downstairs in his winter gear- huh?? hey why ya in your winter gear?? Mikey: something up??

Donnie: ? Gen'ichi: hu?? Master Splinter: Jared-san what is it up??

Jared: I had a dream... felt so real.... like someone calling me for help I need to investigate this stat..

Raph: be careful out there

Jared: right.. -heads on out- Donnie: hey try not to get into too much trouble

Jared: heh... aren't I always -heads on out-

Donnie: .w. sigh... why does he always say that

Title: M.e.g.a Chronicles 3 special: The Search For Suzuki's parents

By: Roninhunt0987

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-Tokyo, Japan-

Jared: -just warped in via electric warp as he has gear on along with protection as his HUD goes active as he walks into the abandoned Village where Suzuki used to live to find some clues- hmmmm... -walks and goes into the main hut as scans for clue and sees foot prints and checks and sees its very fresh- someone's been here -uses his scanner to scan the footprints and sees it belongs to Suzuki's parent which means they been here and continues to walk in some small woods and of course walks and sees fresh robots destroyed which belongs to Omelette and Classic Eggman-

Robots: X-x

Jared: wait... this is where I was called for help -walks and sees a halofeed left behind and sees it belongs to Suzuki's parents as he has a look see and eyes widens as he takes off his mask- Suzuki's parents are alive... but where are they taken to I wonder... -sees the final part of the feed that its at Classic Eggman and Omelette's HQ somewhere in Megaville city- I see... they were searching for Suzuki and getting prepared for it well.. time to pay those morons a visit -warps out-

-at the enemy base- Orbot and Cubot: -watching detail of eggbots bringing Suzuki's parents=

Classic Eggman: heh you two are so hard to find eh

Omelette: :3 Sharpklaw The Cat: -spits at em- your time will come when someone comes to our rescue scumbag

Aki The Cat: -scared not to mention having an injured arm-

Classic Eggman: now then to-

Alarms: -goes off- Omelette: oh now what

Flashbang: -thrown in-

Classic Eggman and Omelette: oh sh-

Flashbang: BLAM!!! Classic Eggman and Omelette: WHAT THE HELL!!! -gets knocked out cold- Eggbots: -gets blown up from heavy machine guns- Orbot and Cubot: -knocked cold-

Sharpklaw: uggh -laying on the floor with Aki- wha,.

Aki: ugggh... hu??

Jared: -removes his mask and smiles- Suzuki's parents I assume

Sharpklaw: hu?? wait ya know our daughter?? Aki: Suzuki's alive how-

Jared: she's been alive for a while in fact she has been raised by a rat name Splinter along with 4 turtles and a kitsune... I heard ya call for help... i'm here to rescue you

Sharpklaw: thanks for the rescue uhh...

Jared: Jared... Jared Amadeus Prower at your service sir

Aki: thank you young man... please.. can ya take us to our daughter

Jared: -smiles- can do follow me -gets going as he gets on out of here-

Sharpklaw and Aki: -follows-

-moments later-

Classic Eggman: ugggh... what the hell -gets up to see the entire base got blown up and surprising still alive as he gets out of the crushed rubble-

Omelette: ._.;;;;; -looks to classic eggman-

Classic Eggman: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY FRIGGIN BASE!!!

Vice: .w.;;;

Nicron: .w. -points at the wall still standing that says Deadpool wuz here with a drawn pic of deadpool flipping the bird- ._. I really hate that freak

Deadpool: -pops in- SURPRISE MOTHERF**KER!!! -kicks Nicron in the nuts- KICKCRACK!! Nicron: OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHH!!!! -on the floor- Deadpool: XD enjoy rebuilding -runs off while doing the woop woop woop thing-

Classic Eggman: =w= I hate that deadpool

-at the house-

Suzuki: -channel flipping-

-insert Different World by Alan Walker Feat. Sofia Carson, K-391 and Corsak: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-PJmmvyP10 -

Jared: -walks in and smiles-

Suzuki: hu??

Sharpklaw The Cat and Aki The Cat: -walks in and smiles-

Suzuki: -tears up- DAD... MOM!! -runs and hugs and starts to cry as she hugs them-

Appalo: -smiles and watches this moment-

Appalia Hamato, Haru Hamato and Penny Foxwolf Hamato: -smiles-

Splinter: -smiles-

Leo and Donnie: -smiles-

Mikey: -smiles-

Sharpklaw and Aki The Cat: -hugging their daughter-

Suzuki: -hugging-

Raph: -sheds a tear-

Gen'ichi: heh

Suzuki: I saw that big guy

Raph: uhm uhh... just something in my eye uh... okay so I am not made of stone... heh

Gen'ichi: -chuckles-

Suzuki: -smiles- everyone... this is my biological parents... Sharpklaw and Aki...

Aki The Cat: -looks to Splinter- thank you so much for raising our daughter now we can live together as one

Splinter: agreed

Suzuki: -hugs Jared- Thank you so much for finding my parents... I knew they were alive somehow... how did ya find them

Jared: well in a nutshell Classic Eggman and Omelette was involved somehow so I knew they had something to do with this... at the end I had deadpool deal with them by blowing their base his way

Suzuki: XD hehe typical deadpool

Sharpklaw: who??

Jared: an associtate of ours who happens to mess with the bad guys

Deadpool: -pops in- XD also very hilarious too -looks to the viewers- :3 right guys

Raph: .w. who are ya talking to?? Deadpool: uhh nothing in particular so yea hehe welp off to get some mexican food -gets going as he smashes wario's car and plants it on stupid mario of using stupid mario's baseball bat-

Wario: -walks over and sees his car smashed- WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIGGIN CAR!!!

Stupid Mario: hu?? -gets his baseball bat-

Wario: WHY YOU!!!

Stupid Mario: AHHHH!!!

Wario: -starts smash his face in with a crowbar-

Sharpklaw: -blinks- uhhhhh

Aki The Cat: who on earth is that

Jared and Suzuki: -facepalm- stupid mario...

Sharpklaw: hey wait a minute I know him now he's the jerk that ate my food when ya mother and I were trying to find you

Jared and Suzuki: -facepalm- oh brother

Raph: .w. man he really doesn't know how to leave things well along huh??

Jared: .w. nope

Raph: ._.;;;;

Mikey: X3 hey lets play some X-box Jared and Suzuki: ^^ okay

Mikey: hehe -starts it-

X-box 360: -starts up but gets a red ring of death-

-scene pans outside the house-

Mikey: ahhhh Shell!!!

Scene: -does a small fart noise of blacking out-

TFS Nappa: :3 the end... Hey Vegeta

Vegeta: what?? TFS Nappa: -plays Little birdie legs from Battlefield friends: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSaZq0kbZZw -

TFS Vegeta: -facepalm- goddammit nappa...

-XD END XD-

-RH0987 PRODUCTIONS 2021-

@otakuneko-lotus  to read

[ao3feed-nalu]

Demons

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sKYWTj

by OneoftheCacti

While everyone searches through the rubble of FACE, Rogue discovers an injured mage who seems to be a victim of demonic experimentation. With the battle won and dragons departed, everyone thought their troubles ended with the defeat of Tartaros. Little do they know, that Acnologia will soon return with a new target in mind.

Words: 2309, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Fairy Tail

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Rogue Cheney, Sting Eucliffe, Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Gajeel Redfox, Levy McGarden, Erza Scarlet, Jellal Fernandes, Laxus Dreyar, Makarov Dreyar, Sabertooth Guild, Fairy Tail Guild, Acnologia (Fairy Tail), Zeref (Fairy Tail), Mavis Vermillion

Relationships: Rogue Cheney/Original Character(s), Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia, Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Yukino Aguria/Sting Eucliffe, Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet, Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser, Platonic!Gajeel/OC

Additional Tags: Canon Divergence, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ+ characters, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Gajeel is the best bro, Natsu picks fights, Zeref is so extra, Acnologia needs to chill tf out, mentions of past rlationships

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sKYWTj

[ladychandraofthemoone]

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All the Breakbee fankids as bugs!

The bugs!

Hornet - @i-will-fight-cod Rubble and Trouble - @nightshadesintodreams Buzz - @ladychandraofthemoone Gummy - @gummywurm-gaming Firehearth - @nicosasha Rubble - @nexmalin Breakcheck - @starburstminibot Piston - Me! Marble - @roddity Groundbreaker - @macking-cheese Bluesun - @my-anndreamer Yelllowstreak - @lil-floof Bluestar/Streamburst/Velocity - @razorbee14 Junebug - @breakingdiamondboi

[artoni-arts]

melody in static; chapter 5

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what u should know;

@tiesthatbind-tf verse, quintesson-era [late 1920s actually I did a timeline we're in 1930 pretty much]

cw; attempting multiple languages (sorry, Greek-speakers, please correct if i hecked up)

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As he had earlier, he packed knowing that he could return at any given time. As well as knowing that things like uncertain terrain would only be so, well, uncertain. So long as something was within sight, he rather thought he could spacebridge there without trouble; Pravda, likewise, trusted both Victor's and her own abilities. A final discussion with Aillard regarding the resistance - Titanomachia - and a final meeting with Magnes for a guide...

Who, surprisingly, turned out to be Mina once more.

"Didn't have anyone who's been to Greece," he explained, "But Mina's my best scout. She'll be able to keep you on course." 

"Your best?" Pravda asked, tilting her head as she studied Magnes. Victor rather thought she suspected some ulterior motive...which, to be fair, he did as well. But Magnes just smirked.

"Gonna need to get you there quickly so we can start working with 'em, right?" he pointed out, which was...fair. Victor dismissed his suspicions for now; at least he knew Mina, and he offered her a friendly smile which she returned in her beastly way. Pravda seemed unruffled by her appearance, but nodded after another moment to accept Magnes' explanation.

And just like that, two became three. 

They set off early the next morning, after Victor made certain this time to have Sadie see him off; from there, he chanced a spacebridge back to London - specifically, the clocktower that had been used as a temporary shelter for the boys during their escape from Quintesson captivity. It was the first time Victor himself had been there; while he had sent Primus with the boys during the escape, circumstances had forced him to remain behind. He could still remember Inquirata's furious shrieks...

He shook his head, banishing them from his mind as he turned away from the Quintesson Spires still protruding from the Thames - he wasn't here for them. Turning away from the water completely, however, put him in view of the rubble that had once been the palace.

Like many other destroyed buildings, these, too, had been looted and salvaged for anything the survivors could use; respect for the lost royalty held little value in times such as these. And while fine - if broken - furniture was also all but useless, at least it could be used for kindling in the cold months. But even with this knowledge, Victor swallowed around a thick lump in his throat, remembering what it had once stood for, and how it had once been such a symbol of England herself...

He turned south, then, tearing his thoughts away from such times. Perhaps there was no longer an oppressive threat on the horizon, but he still wanted to move away from this place as quickly as possible. And this was as much a test of his ability to spacebridge distances by sight alone as anything, particularly in quick succession; he took a breath, reached for Rhisling, and tried to chain.

The result wasn't something he'd call 'easy'; hovering in midair about a mile above the Thames, for example, was quite disorientating, and for a moment he thought he saw activity atop the closest Spire. It was enough to prompt him into the next bridge, which necessitated him dropping before reopening, and that was more than enough to discourage him from doing this too quickly, too often. Enough to set him at the outskirts of London's south end, and then he had to simply rest for a few moments, struggling with some nausea.

But it was far enough away that he could open a spacebridge back to Mina and Pravda, and the latter was more than willing to sit with him as Mina, surprisingly, took to the ground to scout. But considering the Spires were still in view, perhaps it was the smartest choice; Victor merely sighed and accepted the water Pravda offered him.

"We will have to do our own foraging, as we go," she advised him. "They could not spare much food."

"I hope Mina won't mind teaching, then," Victor murmured. "I'm afraid I'm only so experienced." "I am." At Victor's quirk of a brow, Pravda smiled as she looked off towards where Mina had gone. "These are perhaps different lands than my home, but my father taught us all how to live off the land."

Her English had gotten better, Victor noted, but more curiously; "Your father?"

A father, a mother, and a large number of siblings on a farm - but by the sound of things, it was quite unlike Victor's own upbringing. She was just starting to describe the farm itself when Mina returned, gesturing for them to follow, and then there was only so much time for trading stories when breath was to be saved for moving as quickly as possible. Perhaps not a run, but they were planning to travel at least until dark. By then Victor was very willing to take them all back to the caves, which were already being expanded.

When the journey reached the channel, it became clear that another chain would be required. But he'd had the practice, and it, at least, went without trouble - and while he needed a similar period of time to recover, the biggest hurdle that they knew about had been crossed. For now?

Now they were in another country entirely. France. And while Aillard had expressed some wistful yearning for home, he had admitted that it wouldn't be anything like his memories. Even here it was obvious; the city of Calais was ruins and rubble, with nature slowly beginning to reclaim its structures. Pravda and Mina spent an hour with him searching for anything usable by the Underground, and the spacebridge back to them was as much to ensure distance meant nothing as it was to send supplies.

And then, they fell into a routine. 

At times it would be changed, such as when they would come across a particularly interesting site - an abandoned farm with more food than they could carry, a herd of animals, a small village which still held useful supplies; all of these would be followed by a communication back to the Underground, and Magnes sending a small troop to gather what they could. Keeping his promise, Victor invited Sadie for these as well. Seeing as they all were more-or-less stationed there until the troops were done clearing it out, the two often went on their own exploratory walks, occasionally accompanied by the other boys. 

The other children from the Underground then insisted on having their own turns, and Victor could hardly say no to them - or the grown men or women who clearly needed their own chance to stretch their legs. And while Magnes wouldn't admit it, Victor's little sets of 'eyes' reported that everyone was far, far more cheerful after such excursions - after all, the threat of the Quintessons kept most of them within the caves back in their new home.

Traveling like this also offered a chance to offload the chalk carved out from those caves, as well as other debris; Victor felt a morbid amusement at his powers being used in such a way, but also felt that this was the least he could do for Mina's help as well as the guarantee of Sadie's safety. 

As they passed by ruined village after village, he grew more and more thankful for such. Some of them had clearly been targeted by conflict; others were just decrepit with no inhabitants to maintain them. It slowly sank in just how many lives were lost during both the Great War and the Invasion, and Victor was not the only one to grow more solemn as they moved more and more inland. Perhaps the obvious marks of the Quintessons were less, for they always had preferred the shorelines, but the emptiness of these places shook them as they understood just why they were empty.

But occasionally, they weren't. It wasn't that people lived there anymore - it was that there were still people, ones who just happened to be passing by. Romani, they called themselves, and while one might have called them something far less flattering, Magnes immediately demanded a chance to meet with them when he read the report. There were some language barriers at first, but Primus proved to be quite apt at helping to bridge them. And surprisingly, the Romani only showed curiosity towards the creation, rather than any sort of wariness or fear. 

Discussions were had. Information and supplies traded, bartered. As it turned out, the Romani had managed to get their hands on multiple pieces of Quintesson technology, though they weren't necessarily in a position to utilize such. With Primus's help, though, they were able to create another set of communication slates, and an alliance of sorts was cemented with a celebration. Honestly feeling useful rather than used, Victor was able to join in with a light heart, especially with the promise that they could link other groups, as well, and with the gift of a token of friendship. 

Not to say everything they encountered was so useful, or so welcoming. Mina spotted one such situation before they did, unsurprisingly, but she was pale as she swooped in for a landing and directed them to the west. 

"Terraforming," she tersely explained. "I don't know what they're doing, but I know we don't want to be near it."

As they moved to avoid it, Victor couldn't help but cast glances, and eventually, he noticed that what he had thought were clouds on the horizon weren't moving at all. In fact, he could see a tall pillar at the edge, rising towards the sky as though an impossibly tall piton had been jabbed into the earth. Then he saw another, and another - all ringed about the edge of those clouds. With Mina insisting they keep their distance, he couldn't tell much of what was within, but he'd heard stories; mountains turned to chasms, grasslands turned to seas. 

It was enough for him to shiver and turn his back on it, focusing on the journey that still lay ahead. For they still had a long way to go, and even if it was never boring, he was growing weary of travel. It had, at least, become easier over time - even with using spacebridges to cross the more uncertain terrain, he had gained some strength. And while he could likely have chained them to move faster, they wouldn't have had the chance to forage, or to scout, or to forge those alliances.

The Romani, after all, were not the only ones who wandered - nor were Titanomachia the only other group who fought. And while the threat of Quintesson patrols hung heavy over them all, it was, surprisingly, quite a pleasant journey. Especially with the chance to trade stories with Pravda, of their childhoods, their upbringings - and, inevitably, Scarlett.

And to Victor's surprise, Pravda had told him about her own. "Piotr," she said, looking off into the distance where Mina had flown to scout the next length of their journey. "But I saw him fall, at least - though I still do not know what happened to my sons. I do not think they survived, they were very young." At Victor's stammered apologies, she offered him a wan smile. "Your heart is welcome, but I have mourned them enough. Now, I only miss them." 

Victor suspected there was more to it than that, but bit his tongue and only nodded. If Pravda wished to avoid the subject, he wouldn't pry, instead wondering what could have been with Scarlett if they had, indeed, had children of their own. They'd spoken about it, of course, and planned on it, but of course there was the Invasion to deal with...

Which was another reason Pravda had come along, it turned out. She insisted on seeing how well he could defend himself, and while he was certainly familiar with certain techniques, it didn't seem enough for her tastes; periods where Mina had them stay behind became opportunities to train as much as they were to talk. And while he still couldn't beat her by the time they reached the Μετέωρα, he could at least get enough freedom to spacebridge before she caught him - which rankled him on some level, to flee rather than fight, but as Pravda herself pointed out -  "Better you live to fight back later, than try now and fall. Besides," she'd added with a bit of a spark in her eye, "I am still going easy on you."

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Like many of the other villages they had moved through, Kastraki was also crumbling. But there was the feeling of being watched, more than Victor had felt before; Pravda seemed to share it, looking over her shoulder and staying close to him as if planning to intercept any sort of attack. Honorable as it was, and as much as she was clearly a better fighter than him - as their training had emphasized - he still felt exposed as they moved through the streets. Even with the great rocks that surrounded the city, acting almost as natural fortifications, this still felt too much.

Indeed, a crow's call felt like a signal as much to them as those they sought - stranger! - it cried, and he instinctively moved towards the nearest wall. Pravda followed, frowning in the bright light before observing, "No birds."

It took Victor a moment to understand, and when he did, his head whipped towards her. "Someone's alarm?" Then they'd been sighted, at least, and hopefully it was clear they meant no harm - even so, he reached for his pad to send a message to Mina, her new accessory already having proved itself a vital part of their travels. Status? We've been noticed, not sure by whom - V

It took a few moments for her to reply, but that wasn't surprising; she had to land to do so, and that was assuming she noticed it vibrating at her side. But Victor was thankful it didn't take long for a response - Haven't found anyone. Will return to entrypoint. - M

Replacing the tablet in its leather pack - one of the trades from the Romani - Victor nodded towards from whence they had come. The two retracted their steps with a somewhat more subdued energy, every shadow further scrutinized and every scratch on a wall given a second glance. Just how did the resistance here signal to each other? Were such signals even needed, in such an apparently empty place? 

Apparently, not so much, for as they turned a corner - there was a figure.

Garbed in various shades of brown, a hat shadowed their face and made it difficult to make out features, but if Victor had to guess - it was a young man, possibly in his teenage years. Older and sturdier-looking than the boys, but still with the lankiness that came from that stage of life and none of the build that came with the girls. Victor tilted his head, briefly looking at Pravda - who seemed just as befuddled by the brazen entrance.

"Ποιος είσαι?" the youth called, voice steady. Victor also noticed his hands were tucked behind his back in an almost military posture - or, perhaps, to signal to someone else. Unsurprising if so, but he did wish Primus was here to assist in translation...

But they would no doubt be a cause for alarm at this early stage. Instead, Pravda cleared her throat and stepped forwards, spreading her hands out to display a lack of weaponry. And, having been coached by the Romani, she offered a few words while taking off her own trinket from the wanderers. "Είμαστε φίλοι των Ρομά." 

It was better than Victor could say it, and he hoped it would do the trick - that, or the charm she was miming a toss for before actually letting it leave her hand. The youth caught it with a single hand, briefly looking it over before looking back up with a slight frown. "Ρομά?" he repeated, some of the tension in his shoulders starting to ease. "Μιλάτε τη γλώσσα τους?"

Pravda and Victor looked at one another helplessly, and Victor mouthed, Primus? despite having a suspicion of the answer - and it was confirmed when Pravda shook her head, and began speaking in Russian. The boy managed to stumble over a few words before shaking his head - no, this won't work - before eyeing Victor.

"English?" he questioned, before seeming to brighten at Victor's reaction. "Good. That is one I study. Do you-" he began, turning to Pravda.

"I do."

A slight smile tugged at his lips. "Then - I hope the..." He pointed at the sky, swirling his finger around in a gesture. "...are they with you, as well?" He relaxed further at the nod. "Good. Can you tell them to come down?"

"We can," Victor began, but Pravda spoke at the same time-

"If you promise we are safe."

The youth grinned at that, despite Victor's clear chagrin at Pravda's boldness. "If I am safe, so are you," he said reassuringly, turning and waving an arm towards one of the great rocks. As Victor had thought, he wasn't alone, but whomever he was signaling to wasn't apparently inclined to come down; instead, the other looked over his shoulder. "Friends of the Roma are friends of Τιτανομαχία - but Λόγος will want to meet you before anything more." 

That word, Victor had heard before, albeit it had been some time. "Logos?" he repeated, hand resting on the tablet's satchel. But the young man was already walking off, Pravda moving to catch up, and with a shake of his head Victor pulled out the tablet to signal Mina of their contact Despite not finishing the message, however, he was completely unsurprised when instead a shadow swept over him, and there was the sound of something landing at his side.

"Did you hear any of that?" he asked her, instead changing the recipient to Primus. Best they notify the others of their update. Mina gathered her wings to her sides, nodding. "Most of it," she admitted, only briefly glancing at the screen before peering towards where Pravda and the youth were walking. "Do you trust them?"

"Not necessarily...but I trust you and Pravda." With a humorless smile, Victor moved to follow. "As well as Aillard. It seems we've finally found that old friend of his."