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Soulbound Ch 2

Lazarus Rising Part 2

Soulbound Masterlist

Dean and I are sitting at a table giving our orders to the brunette waitress.

"Be up in a jiff." She said, walking away. As she leaves, Sam enters, talking on his cell phone. "You bet," Sam sits down next to me.

"What'd Bobby say?" I ask, turning my head towards the taller Winchester.

"Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U." Sam replies, his tone a little hopeful.

"And blind, because of us." Dean huffs out.

"And we still have no clue who we're dealing with." I mumble and roll my eyes. 

Dean tilts his head a little. "That's not entirely true."

"No?" Sam questions, his eyebrows furrowing a little.

"We got a name. Castiel, or whatever." The older Winchester points out, "With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us."

Sam's tone fills with disbelief, "You're crazy. Absolutely not."

"We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?" Dean shrugs, glancing between his brother and I.

I scoff, looking at Dean like he suddenly grew a second head, "Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?" 

"You got a better idea?" Dean snapped back a little.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?" I ask him.

"Okay."

Sam speaks up, "So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something."

The waitress walks up with three plates containing pie, setting them down in front of us. I give her a small grateful smile and a nod. "Thanks." Sam mumbles and also gives her a polite smile. The waitress then plops down in a chair at the end of the table. Dean looks at her, smirking, while I look at her confusedly. "You angling for a tip?" Dean asks.

"I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us." Her eyes go black for a moment, I glance around, seeing the cook and a man in a uniform also sporting lack demon eyes. The man in uniform gets up and locks the front door. The demon waitress' go back to normal, addressing Dean as if Sam and I weren't there. "Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck."

"That's me." Dean replies, a smug look on his face and in his tone. 

"So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?" The demon sneers at the older Winchester.

"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples." Dean smirks, making me snort softly, "I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out."

The demon waitress looks skeptical, narrowing her eyes, "Right. You don't."

"No. I don't." Dean holds his ground.

"Lying's a sin, you know." The demon taunts him, leaning back in her chair.

Dean tilts his head threateningly, "I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo..."

"Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself." She glares at him, her tone trying to intimidate him. Sam shifts as if to attack, glaring at the woman. My hand grabs the sleeve of his jacket tightly, not taking my eyes off the demon waitress. Dean holds a hand up and Sam stops, settling back into his seat. The demon glances at Sam and I, then back at Dean.

"No, you won't." Dean decides to test something.

"No?" The demon taunts.

"No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers." The demon glances at Sam and I as Dean continues, "Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose."

The demon doesn't make a move, but threatens Dean anyway, "I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." Dean smirks and leans forward, a challenge in his eyes. He throws a right hook at her, making her head whip to the side. I let out a quiet gasp as he throws another. She still does nothing but glare at them, looking more and more nervous. "okay, Dean she gets it," I mumble.

Dean nods and smirks again, "That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam, (Y/n)." We stand up, and the demon sits there, fuming. Dean pulls a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peels off a ten dollar bill. He holds it up and drops it on the table like an insult. "For the pie." 

~~~~~~~

Sam, Dean and I walk out of the diner and across the street, tense and quick. My instincts on high alert, my brain screaming to go back in there and kill or exorcise the demons and save the innocent people they're possessing.

"Holy crap, that was close." Dean huffs, speed-walking away.

Sam looks at his brother, "We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?"

"Seriously, don't ya think we should, I dunno, hunt them?" I raise my eyebrow at Dean, almost jogging to keep up with the taller men.

"Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us." Dean points out, continuing to move farther from the diner.  Fair point.

"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately." Sam states, a little bit of arrogance in his voice. 

"Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town." Dean chuckles, making me scoff.

"Thank God I ain't your brother, you'd be dumb as a rock then," I playfully insult. Dean looks at me, feigning offense.

"Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous." Sam pleads, ignoring my joke and Dean's jab at him.

Dean rolls his eyes, "They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time." I sigh as I follow the brothers back to the Astoria Motel.

~~~~~~~

3rd Person: 

Dean is dozing on the couch with a large book open in his lap. (Y/n) is passed out in the bed, laying sideways on it, head and feet towards each side of the bed instead of the head and foot.  Sam sneaks out, checking to make sure his brother and his friend don't wake up, taking the keys to the Impala.

As Dean and (Y/n) doze, the television flicks on to the now-familiar static, and the radio starts whining as well. It wakes up the two Hunters, Dean rubbing his eyes while (Y/n) stretches a little. Dean rolls over the pull-out couch, grabbing his shotgun. (Y/n) grabs her pistol, glancing around, her and Dean locking eyes for a moment. Dean grimaces. The painfully high-pitched noise begins again, and he grabs his right ear, keeping the weapon up in his left hand. (Y/n) looks around, hearing a voice calling out to them. "Dean! What are you hearing?!" (Y/n) yells, not hearing the high pitched sound.

'(Y/n)! Dean! Can you hear me? This is important!' 

It seems to yell at them, but Dean can only hear a high pitched ring. (Y/n)'s eyebrows crinkle as the mirror on the ceiling starts to break. Dean grabs (Y/n)'s wrist, pulling her down with him. The voice is still calling out to them as he covers her body with his as the glass shatters and rains down on them, Dean clutching both ears as all the glass in the room shatters explosively. He screams as Bobby bursts into the room as more glass shatters. "Dean! (y/n)!" The two look up at their father-figure, who ushers them out the door as the high pitched ringing stops, as the voice stops.

~~~~~~~

1st Person POV: 

Bobby drives his car as Dean, in the passenger's seat, wipes blood from his face. I sit in the back, gently pulling a couple pieces of glass from my hair. "How you doin', kids?" Bobby asks, glancing at Dean, then into the rear view mirror at me. 

"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy." Dean grumbles. I look at Dean questioningly, deciding to not mention the voice, or the fact that I didn't hear the same sound that Dean did. 

"Fine," I mumble, looking at Bobby through the mirror.

Dean pulls out his phone, I can see over his shoulder that he's calling Sam. He puts it on speaker phone as Sam answers. "Hey." Sam greets his brother.

"What are you doing?" Dean asks, looking back at me, seemingly scanning me for injuries. Seeing nothing he turns back around, looking out the windshield.

"Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger." Sam answers.

Dean's eyebrows crinkle, "In my car?"

"Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?" Sam says, a little too quickly.

"Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer. (Y/n)'s with us." Dean lies through his teeth. Bobby looks at Dean, shocked, making Dean hold up his finger as a 'hang on'. I also furrow my eyebrows a Dean, wondering what the hell was going through his mind right now.

"All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?" 

Dean nods, "Done. Catch you later." He hangs up the phone, a determined look on his face.

"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Bobby asks, irritation evident in his voice.

Dean sighs, "Because he just tried to stop us."

I fold my arms over my chest and cross my legs, "From what?"

"Summoning this thing. It's time we faced it head-on." Dean gives a single nod.

Bobby looks at him in shock again, "You can't be serious!"

"As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby."

"Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything." I huff, resisting the urge to smack him upside the head.

"That's why we've got to be ready for anything." Dean pulls out Ruby's knife, the blade glinting in the moonlight, "We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk..."

"This is a bad idea." I sigh, rubbing my forehead.

"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?" Dean looks back at me again, determination in his features.

"We could choose life." Bobby retorts, as if that's the most logical thing to do...which it is.

"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand." Dean says.

"Dean, we could use Sam on this." I say, ready to pull out my phone and call the younger Winchester.

"Nah, he's better off where he is."

~~~~~~~

3rd Person POV:

Sam sneaks into the darkened diner and slips his lock-picking tools into his shirt pocket. A song is playing on the jukebox. Sam sneaks in quietly, sees the cook from earlier face-down on the floor, his hands bloody. Sam crouches and turns the man over; he is dead, his eyes burned out and drying blood caked on his cheeks. Sam stands back up, looking around.

The demon waitress tackles him from behind. They trade blows for a few moments until Sam shoves her away. She pushes her hair from her face. She too has empty, burned out eye sockets and blood trickling down her face. She looks both terrifying and terrified.

Sam looks shocked, "Your eyes."

"I can still smell your soul a mile away." She tries to sound intimidating.

Sam swallows thickly, "It was here. You saw it."

The demon waitress sobs, clearly still scared. "I saw it."

"What was it?" Sam asks hesitantly

"It's the end. We're dead. We're all dead." She continues sobbing.

Sam's voice gets more insistent, determined to get an answer out of her, "What did you see?"

"Go to hell." She says stubbornly.

"Funny. I was going to say the same thing to you." Sam steps back, plants his feet, and shuts his eyes in concentration. He extends his right hand towards the demon waitress. She gags and begins to vomit black smoke into her hand. In mere seconds, the waitress collapsed to the floor as the demon is sucked down into Hell. Sam opens his eyes and quickly goes up to the woman, hoping she's still alive. He checks her pulse, feeling nothing. Sam sighs in disappointment, "Damn it." The kitchen door opens and a woman comes out. He looks up, apparently not surprised to see her. Her hair is dark and she appears a little impressed.

"Getting pretty slick there, Sam. Better all the time." She says, crossing her arms.

Sam stands and they share a look. He looks down at the corpse at his feet, his face falling. "What the hell is going on around here, Ruby?"

"I wish I knew." She sighs.

"We were thinking some high level demon pulled Dean out." Sam says, hopeful that Ruby might have some information about what happened with his brother.

"No way. Sam, human souls don't just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes. It's cosmic. No demon can swing that. Not Lilith, not anybody." Ruby explains, looking up at Sam.

"Then what can?"

"Nothing I've ever seen before."

~~~~~~~

1st Person POV:

Bobby and I draw a symbol with white spray paint on the cement floor. As Bobby stands, Dean looks around at the many symbols Bobby and I had put around the warehouse, determined to be ready for whatever had the mojo to yank Dean out of Hell. "That's a hell of an art project you've got going there." Dean remarks as he sets up the equipment on a metal table.

"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin'?" Bobby asks.

I stand up, dusting my hands off on my pants, "Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of." I peek at what Dean had set out on the table.

Bobby looks at Dean. "This is still a bad idea."

"Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times." Dean snaps slightly, "What do you say we ring the dinner bell?"

Bobby nods reluctantly. He goes over to another desk, takes a pinch of some powder from a bowl, and sprinkles it into a larger bowl, which begins to smoke. He chants in Latin, while Dean and I arm ourselves in preparation.

~~~~~~~

Dean, Bobby and I are seated on tables, swinging our legs and looking bored. Nothing immediately happened when Bobby tried to summon whatever this thing is. 

Dean groans, "You sure you did the ritual right?" Bobby gives Dean a look, making me chuckle, "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"

As if on cue, a loud rattling shakes the roof. We arm ourselves and back up to the far end of the warehouse defensively, I stand between the two men anxiously, holding a shotgun full of salt rounds like Bobby and Dean. "Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind." Dean jokes weakly. Lightbulbs explode above us, making us all flinch as sparks rain down. The door bursts open and a handsome man in a business suit, trenchcoat, and wings stalks in. Wait...wings?

The light bulbs above his head shatter in a shower of sparks as he passes them. As he approaches, all of us open fire, but the shots don't even slow him down. The man walks up to us as if he didn't just get pumped full of buckshot, standing between Dean, Bobby and I. "Who are you?" Dean asks warily.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." The man says flatly.

"Yeah. Thanks for that" Dean grumbles as he plunges the knife into the man's chest, I'm assuming directly into his heart. But it has no effects. The man looks down, unbothered, and pulls the knife out of his chest, dropping it to the floor. Bobby swings at him, but the man catches Bobby's weapon without even looking. The man turns to Bobby and puts two fingers to his forehead, making Bobby crumble to the floor.

"Bobby!?" I yell, kneeling down next to his unconscious body, glaring up at the winged man. 

"We need to talk, Dean. Alone." The man says, turning to look at Dean, then back down at me. I stand up and he approaches me, ready to do whatever he did to Bobby to me.

"Wait! Whatever you have to say, she can hear it too!" Dean yells, making the man glance between us. 

Dean glares at him, kneeling down to Bobby and checking his pulse. "H-He's alive Dean..." I state, my eyes flickering between the man, Dean and my adoptive father.

The man nods, "She's right. Your friend's alive." He says as he looks through one of the books on the table.

"Who are you?" I ask, making the man look up at me.

"Castiel." He says, making eye contact.

"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?" Dean crinkles his eyebrows, his glare not letting up.

Castiel looks over at Dean, "I'm an Angel of the Lord." That would explain the wings.

Dean slowly stands up, "Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing."

"Dean...I think he's telling the truth. I mean, look at his wings." I stand in front of Dean, gesturing my right hand towards Castiel, who visibly stiffens out of the corner of my eye.

"What wings?" Dean asks me, squinting at Castiel. 

I give him a confused look, "dude they're fucking huge, how can you not see them?"

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith." Castiel turns to us, looking at Dean. Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes, making a shadow form behind the angel. The shape of wings stretch out behind Castiel, but I can see his tangible onyx wings spreading behind him, making my eyes widen. "Told you," I gloat weakly at the older Winchester.

Dean shakes his head a little, "Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."

Castiel looks down, guilt on his face, "I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Dean asks, making Castiel nod, "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"What do you mean? I heard him at the motel just fine, he was trying to tell us something." I cross my arms over my chest, both of the men looking at me.

"And you think now is the important time to tell me?" Dean looks at me in disbelief. 

"Oh please, as if you would've believed me," I roll my eyes.

"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage, like (Y/N). I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong." Castiel says to Dean.

Dean scoffs, "Why can she hear you? See wings that appear to be friggin' invisible? And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?"

"This?" Castiel looks down, fidgeting with his clothes, "This is... a vessel." He ignores Dean's first couple questions.

My eyebrows furrow as I look the angel up and down, "You're possessing some poor bastard?"

Castiel looks in my direction, "He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Look pal, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" Dean asks him, unable to believe what's actually happening. 

"I told you." Castiel frowns at him.

"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"  Dean shifts where he stands.

"Good things do happen, Dean." Castiel says, stepping closer to him.

Dean shakes his head again, "Not in my experience."

"What's the matter?" Castiel asks, his voice getting a little lower,  "You don't think you deserve to be saved?"

Dean scoffs, "Why'd you do it?" 

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you. But now, I also have...business to attend to with (Y/N), now that I'm aware of some things..."

[simpingforcys]

*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR*

🎶 I HAVE SOMETHING INSANE TO SAY 🎶

Ok just let me cook here.

So imagine meeting KC/Turbo like very soon after he took over Sugar Rush. He’s not the collected man we all know, he hasn’t even half perfected his act yet.

He constantly uses harsh language, makings the most filthy, perverted comments in your ear, much too vulgar for some sugary racing game, chuckling in an uncanny way, forgets to respond to King Candy, hell he even slipped and called himself “Turbo” while making love to you.

He really thought that would be his downfall, that would make you tell someone, anyone, what he was. You may be new but the tale of his deeds was spread to every corner of the arcade.

But you, oh you, you may be a little stupid,

Because you don’t give it a single thought

Never once do you question him, never once did you wonder about his odd behaviors or his old slang, you don’t even notice his little Turbotastics he would whisper under his breathe when he wins a race or finishes inside you

Candy knows he’s hiding himself badly, that if he keeps going like this he’ll have all of the arcade on his ass, but screw it, he has a real oblivious cutie to keep his bed warm at night <33

-⭐️🛎️

ALDKAKDKALDKSKDKSKSKEKEEDJSNDKSNDNW OKAY BUT WHY DO I LOVE THIS

He would be so clumsy and careless the first few months (years?) while he gets used to his new game, new world, new power, new body and new role. You think his behaviour (and even phrase) was just him being jokey because of the big bad that happened in the arcade a few years back. Your mind didn't put two and two together. Who would? I mean, look at him. Physically, he was much different than Turbo. He was clean. You especially didn't stop to think about it when he was gripping your hips and pounding into you.

Despite knowing his new 'partner' was oblivious to, well everything else about him, in a way he was grateful; it meant he felt.. safer around you. He would loosen up just a bit more around you. Just looking at you, he could see you were loyal to him. Maybe out of love, or something else. Whatever it was, all he knew, he didn't want to let you go. Not so easily.

[giddlygoat]

Just wanted to say I've been pretty grateful seeing a lot of your WIR reblogs and content on the timeline recently. It's been really bringing back my interest in that movie, and even got me thinking about Turbo and the potentially toxic relationship between him and Felix a lot more :D Just very good stuff all around

awww that makes me so happy to hear! wir was one of my favorite movies as a kid and watching @king-crawler’s incredible 2 hour long video essay on it recently has made me think deeper about the movie and realize just how much of a masterpiece it is. i love to share my headcanons and ideas and see what everyone else is cooking up! i just love to spread the joy 🫶💚

[melissa-titanium]

hey mel... what do you think about rain world... watcher dlc... personally i am very excited to see what theyre cooking. the screenshots we have so far go crazy.

i would kill to be here. i would maul to step foot into this location

im fucking praying these screenshots arent edited colorwise because oh my god i love the aura these areas have in these screenshots. please let me have the gunk location. let the green goo dungeon be a thing rw devs. please.

when i first saw this area screenshot on the steampage i think i literally started willy nilly googalo turbo tweaking you do not get it. desert location in rain world. what if i died. they dont fw the visuals of desert like locations like i do. this is my everything. the like sewer grate and pipe above implying this place mightve had something to do with water at some point. the overall color palette of this location. i think ill look like a soyjak during the entire duration of visiting this place for the first time i dont think ill make it out

FICK IGNEAGIRJAWGJSEROIHGJDOIDJTHOIGJOIEJROIRTJ0WAIPOAQWKEPOSEKTGOIHJTGOIFDJERU9TIJOYHF OH MY GOD OHMH OGKFM OYMG OSMY OHKD OHMF FD OHMYGOD MY ASS F OR G O T TO RE PSIONDTO THIS ASK.I REMBER ISAW THIS AND I GOT SO EXCITED I IMMEDIATLEY SENT THIS TO LIKE 3 PEOPLE AND THEN FUCKING IMEADIETLY FORGOT TO ACTUALLY FUCKING RESOPONSE. OH MY GODIOEUJROITRH I AM ABSOLTUELY HYPED. IM SO CURIOUS DO U THINK THERE WILL BE ROTATING SEASONS??? LIKE SPRING SUMMER FALL WINTER ETC. I NEED TO GO INTO THAT SEWAGE AREA & THE SUPER PINK ONE TOO IM FUCKING CRRRRRAZY. THERE WAS ALSO ANOTHER LOCATION THAT WAS THE THE THE. CORAL MOD. THE CORAL MOD. IM SO CURIOUS TO SEE IF THEY CHANGE ANYTHING ABOUT THAT... .GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD I LOVE RAINWORLD. UR SO RIGHT THO THE PIPES IN THE DESERT LOCATION MAKE ME SO CURIOUS IS IT LIKE A DESERT THAT USED TO BE A WATERY AREA??? OR SOMETHING LIKE THT.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Mighty Solars Heroes and Villains (Last Post of Mine Before Someone Takes my Mental)

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Invisibility and Super Shlorpian Transformation

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Super Strength and Mundane Transformation

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: Laser Eyes, Weaponry and Super Shlorpian Transformation

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Shlorpian Fungus and Flower powers and Mundane Transformation

Pupa Solar-Opposites/The Mighty Pupa: Telekinesis and Mega Pupa Transformation

Stacy G/Spikerella: Body armor and shooting spikes

Sonya Solar-Opposites/Nighthowler: Elasticity and Mundane Transformation *she got injected with half Mundane DNA in order to save her life when Sisto kidnaps her and accidentally wounds her. Luckily, after Oscar was revived, he sees Nighthowler and revives her with Mundane DNA in order to save her, which her family are grateful and didn’t mind*

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: Wonder Woman-like powers and super lasso

Monica Miller/Lightspeed: Super Speed

Janiz Solar-Opposites/Ms. Quasar: Changing colors and Super Shlorpian transformation

JK-7/Mighty Robo: Super Robotic Powers

Kimber/Crushed Skull: Bone Bending and Mega Angel Shlorpian transformation

AISHA Solar-Opposites/Lady Camo: Shapeshifting and Ultra Cylber Super Shlorpian transformation

Lili Solar-Opposites/Mighty Baby: Super Cries

EVA/Syren Songstress: Superpowered Singing Voice

MAX/The Speedster: Super Speed

Evil Terry Solar-Opposites/Shifter: Just like the powers as Inque from Batman: Beyond and Venom combined into strength and Mundane

Parker/Venus Tip: Her powers are like Pidge from Voltron: Legendary Defender

Ms. Frankie/Night Saw: Wolverine claws

Principal Cooke/Trailblazer: Lightning dash

Cherie/Shining Light: Super stealth

Montez/Detroit: Electricity

Pezlie/Jessie-us: Super sonic cries

Nova/Heartstar: Super Empathy

Ms. Perez/Core Burn: Sun powers

Mia/Navigator: X-ray Vision

Kevin/Balanight: Tron powers

Sherbet/Fizziepop: Sweets Powers

Jamie Quilbard/Firewall: Fire Powers

Darcy Quilbard/Sonar Woman: Star Powers

Angela/Tsunami: Water powers

Mark Melner/Laserblast: Shooting lasers from hands

Sister Laffy/Zaffy Taffy: Sweet Bombs

Sister Hershey/Atomic Blossom: Glowing Powers

Bobby/Lightning Rod: Lightning Powers

Tracy/Firefly: Like Katie Power/Energizer from Power Pack comics

Abby/Ultraviolet: Rainbow powers

Owen/Bubbley Blue: Bubbles

Holly/Lil Butterfly: Ultraviolet and Butterfly powers *I found out Holly is Trevor’s daughter in the show, who also appears in the “Stock-a-Verse Ray” and “The Educational Sprinkler Device”, which makes her Shauna’s step-daughter and Stacy G’s step-sister*

Benedog Cumberwolf/Mighty Puppy: Like Underdog ‘07 *He’s Kevin’s new puppy from the pet Deenosuar Solar Opposites episode*

Randall/Blackhole: Voodoo magic

Travis/Bloom Surfer: Slime Powers

Avery/Diamenroto: Diamond Powers

Cheery Smithers/Bloody Sympathy: Blood Bending

Janice/Teleport Woman: Teleportation and flight

Jackie Quilbard/Thunderella: Thunderstorm powers

Pim/Soarin’: Flying powers

Jam/Razzle Dazzle: Star powers.

Keith/Behemoth: Strength and Rage Mode

Ringo/Orb Lord: Spirit Ball Powers

Theo/Techrat: Holo Powers *he is the Wallian who used to help Stephen from “Terry and Korvo Steal a Bear”

Shauna/Magma: Oozing molten green lava powers

Trevor/Slimar: Turned into walking blue goo that sprays baddies with goo.

Alice/Black Moon: Like Silk from Spider-Verse

Dr. Weathertsone/Blizzard: Ice powers

Naomi/Black Mamba: Shooting slithering webs

Glen “Dodge Charger”/Silver Knight: Heroic Silver Powers

Zylenol “Zy”/Lightning Wing: Neon Electricity Powers

Gragger/Sticky Squid: Goo Powers

Skunt/Zamboni: Spinning Ball Powers

Fivo the Ferret Halo/Ice Beast: Blizzard powers

Ruben the Rabbit Halo/Thunder Rabbit: Cyber Thunder Powers

Croaker the Toad Halo/Screaming Toad: Screaming powers

Rita the Rat Halo/Speed Rat: Technology Powers

Shelly the Turtle Halo/Shellshock: Speed Powers

Piper/Sunburn: Star Powers

Tomblr/Turbo Rider: Like the Silver Surfer but different

Sofia/Furiosa: Cosmic Fireball Powers and Speed

Gavin/Lone Defender: Strength and Cowboy-Based Powers

Hedgie/Blazing Hedgehog: Super Speed

AXL/Virus: Super virus powers *He is a new green AI OC Evil Terry created when he first appeared on Earth*

Oscar/La Vulture: Undead Reaper powers *He is Sofia’s Uncle, who was brought back to life thanks to Dodge Charger*

BO/Bonzai: An orange AI assistant Kimber made and EVA’s crush; machete powers

LOU/Bounceball: A yellow baby AI assistant Korvo built for Pupa, Lili and JK-7 as a playmate; bouncing ball powers

Mighty Solars Villains

Darkness/Kano: A legendary sorcerer from the dark side of the moon who can turn people into his own shadow slaves and has been after Shlorpians for a long time. He was return to life as Kano, a mysterious fire bending vigilante until he was finally killed off for reals thanks to Cheery’s other half and late love interest, Naomi. He even manipulated Qourra into turning against her fellow people as an exchange for revenge for her mother.

Lá Smaragdus: A jewel-themed super villainess who was once a Latino tv star, until her salary was cut and she was fired from her show. Her powers are turning people into diamond statues and making minions out of rare gems.

Screech: A muscular super villain with the power of brutal strength that can tear apart objects and innocent people.

Platinum Belt: A manipulating spiritual cyborg controlling a superhero named Blue Belt, and is known to manipulate innocent bystanders by taunting them over their issues and fears and their flaws.

Temptra: A robot disguised as a gorgeous platinum southern-accent woman created by Platinum Belt to tempt people into their own temptations, which ended up failing badly when she suffers the wraith of Qausarblast.

Sun-Yi: An evil young ninja after an ancient artifact known as the Blue Heroin and is revealed to be Blue Belt’s rival.

Piedro Blobsmith: An obese mafia boss in charge of a dangerous alien slime food company that causes aliens, including Shlorpians to become morbidly obese and the size of blimps. His main victims are Korvo and Terry aka Qausarblast and Mighton.

El Minotaur: An evil warlord and nemesis to the Resistance who is after Earth-4 by building for fortress for when he kidnaps innocent bystanders so he can brainwash them into his soldiers.

Mindreader: A villain that tortures people through their minds and send them on weird bizarre trip in the Forbidden Zone.

Simon/Tarantula Boy: A super villain teenager with the powers of a tarantula that can turn into mindless zombie army.

Zahmara Python: A famous well-known evil bounty hunter alien woman who hunts down and kills innocent aliens.

Morlak: An evil sorceress who believes in the power of darkness and sees love and family as nothing. Her powers is to make people give into their own fears and turn them into monsters.

Spirala: A teenage villainess with the power to turn teenage girls into Lust-themed zombies and also turns teenage boys into her own love-blinded slaves.

Zeus: A crook that wants to drain people’s energy for his own powered machine that can make the world entirely dark.

Candy Bitch: A cute but evil and bratty super villain based on candy sweets that has candy-themed powers, including shooting Starburst Fruit Candy slime from her hands.

Rock Fraud: A former rockstar who lost their career after it was revealed that they were lip singing this whole time. They now have the power to steal people’s voices, so they can use it for evil purposes.

Moral Blade: An evil shadow woman with the power of turning people into their worst dark selves and turning them rebellious.

Dreamweaver: A robot that turns people away from real life and put them into their own fantasy worlds from their own dreams, or worse… nightmares!

Merissa: A rogue witch who wants revenge on the human witches of Earth-4 for kicking her out because of her jealousy over newcomers and for turning her son against her.

GeenaDavisTron 4000: A robot built to help struggling students as school, but then rebels and malfunctions into a war machine after labeling humans and the Solar Opposites imperfect beings.

Empress Ophelia Darkstar: An evil empress from the planet Emeralddon that hunts down aliens for their own life sources for her corrupted planet.

Impulse: A super villain with a huge amount of blood pressure that causes her to attack citizens with passive-aggressive behavior and is very dangerous to be around with when it comes to very strong emotions.

La River Bestia: The swamp monster of Earth-4’s Swamp Forest who is revealed to be a young deranged scientist turn into a monster by his own troubles.

Magnesium: A villain who turns out to be a former head of the Bowenian Church that is revealed to be Sister Sisto’s apprentice and is after Pezlie.

Macromanser: Once a famous wrestler woman named Alya Sparks, she is a now a monstrous strong woman bent on crushing people with her own savage strength.

Pinball Brat: A teenage super villain based on a pinball machine that traps people in her house size pinball machine and makes them play the game.

Madame Luna: A witch villainess that was a former meteorologist that has powers based on the moon.

The Rose Triplets: Madame Luna’s manipulative minions who are colored in different shades of rose and are good acrobats.

Qourra- A former water bender who goes rogue and tries to blood bend people for revenge on the death of her mother. Only for her to caused an Unwitting Instigator of Doom which led to the arrival of the Silver Spades.

The Silver Spades- A villainous team of dangerous silver-shaded multi-colored villains that blew up Earth and are actually apprentices and allies of the Silver Cops that are after the Solar Opposites once they heard about their arrival on Earth and later Earth-4. The members are Maverick, the silver-green leader who is determined to take down the Mighty Solars, Loo-Loo, the silver-yellow member with the power of dangerous lightning, Bullet, the silver-purple member with strength powers that rivals Mighton’s, Zelda, the silver-red member with the power of lava and Aqua, the silver-blue member with the powers of controlling water.

Carl Rockwell: A dangerous most wanted criminal that is going after the Mighty Solars’ allies.

Dr. Van Gurbin: A scientist that tested on steroids but was kicked out of his college for testing it on innocent people. Now he is gonna use Mighton’s strength for revenge.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: A returned foe from the Wall, who has been revived as a super villain of dark magic and mind control.

RUTH: An evil AI assistant who is red and AISHA’s evil counterpart created by Sister Sisto. *Her voice actor is also Eden Espinosa*

Anthony/Sand Beast: A rogue Wallian who develops the power of sand and moon sand, and has the ability to turn into a monster.

Lava Master: He was originally a teenage boy who is Mark’s former crush has gone rogue and became a villain that turns into a lava monster.

The Nega-Alexes: The Solars’ snobby neighbors from “The Educational Sprinkler Device” who became super villains after forming an alliance with the Silver Cops.

The Thunder Silvers: Lonesun, Glorgax, Ventrez and Pobo, who are now super villains after being exposed for framing Glenn by Quasarblast, Silver Knight and Lightning Wing.

Stephen/Beast Man: A rogue Wallian who now has the power to command dangerous carnivorous humanoid beast minions that were once humans.

I hope you love this post and yes. Glenn is redeemed in this one.

@avaveevo, @almar4121, @themagicwolf6677, all of my watchers, I hope you love this last post of mine.

Oh and by the way, I found out Louise’s real name in the show is Shauna when Korvo give her the McNugget Buddy collection, Kevin’s Wife’s name is actually Angela and their kids are names Abby and Owen. In this version, Sofia used to have a crush on Mia but moved on because she knows how much Ms. Perez means to Mia and is happy for them and now Sofia has feelings for someone else: Nova. Bobby is the boy with the large glasses in some of the Solar Opposites episodes and the one Sonya has a crush, Kieth is the Solars’ neighbor from the Season 2 finale and now AISHA’s love interest and Piper is one of the Wallian girls:

This is Piper:

Also, Skunt secretly has a crush on her after she saved his life. Oh and Glenn/Dodger Charger and Zy are dating now. I hope you love my new and last Mighty Solars post guys.

And here are Sister Laffy:

And Sister Hershey:

Oh and here are Tracy, Jackie and Bobby!

Tracy (the one one Yumyulack accidentally send his mound pic too and is revealed to be Pim’s daughter; Pim is revealed to be a widower. His first wife died when Tracy was a baby)

And Bobby (he is also revealed to be Jam’s son, Jam’s first husband died when Bobby was two)

And Jackie Quilbard (Oh and she is now Jamie and Darcy’s adoptive daughter because her parents went into rehab and lost custody of her)

And this is Holly

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Top BBQ Upgrades: Must-Have Grill Accessories to Elevate Your Cookouts

Looking to enhance your barbecue setup? Discover the top grill upgrades and essential accessories that will revolutionize your outdoor cooking experience.

From innovative tools to must-have gadgets, we're showcasing the products every grill master needs.

Stay clean and stylish while tackling your barbecue adventures with this durable and adjustable grilling apron – ALIPOBO Grilling Apron.

ALIPOBO Grilling Apron

Master the art of indirect grilling with this barbecue accessory that ensures even heat distribution for perfect results – Charcoal Vortex (Medium).

Charcoal Vortex (Medium)

Keep your barbecue essentials cool and within reach with this spacious, durable insulated cooler – Coleman 316 Series 52-Quart Insulated Portable Cooler.

VEVOR Ultra-Light Hard Cooler, Ice Retention Cooler with Heavy Duty Handle

Elevate your barbecue game by grilling the perfect pizza with this all-in-one pizza grilling set – Cuisinart Deluxe Pizza Grilling Pack.

Cuisinart Deluxe Pizza Grilling Pack

Convenient barbecue serving and prepping trays that simplify outdoor cooking and food presentation – Cuisinart Prep and Serving Trays (2-Pack).

Cuisinart Prep and Serving Trays (2-Pack)

Illuminate your late-night barbecue sessions with this reliable and long-lasting rechargeable headlamp – Energizer Rechargeable Headlamp.

Energizer Rechargeable Headlamp

Protect your hands with heat-resistant gloves, designed for safe handling of hot barbecue grills and tools – Grill Armor Gloves.

Grill Armor Gloves

Enhance your barbecue setup with these durable and ergonomic grill tools, perfect for any grilling enthusiast – Grillart 3-Piece Grill Tools Set.

Grillart 3-Piece Grill Tools Set

Keep your barbecue grill spotless with this heavy-duty brush and scraper, ensuring the best flavor for your meals – Grillart Grill Brush and Scraper.

Grillart Grill Brush and Scraper

Simplify barbecue lighting with these eco-friendly fire starters that ignite quickly and burn efficiently – Houswise Fire Starter Tumbleweeds (50 Pieces).

Houswise Fire Starter Tumbleweeds (50 Pieces)

Bring barbecue flavor to new heights with this sturdy holder that helps you grill the perfect beer can chicken – Koohere Beer Can Chicken Holder.

Koohere Beer Can Chicken Holder

Versatile and durable, this cast iron Dutch oven is ideal for slow-cooked barbecue recipes and outdoor cooking – Lodge 5-Quart Cast Iron Dutch Oven.

Lodge 5-Quart Cast Iron Dutch Oven

Infuse bold barbecue flavors into your meals with this bundle of premium smoker wood chips – Mr. BBQ Smoker Wood Chips Bundle (3 Pack).

Mr. BBQ Smoker Wood Chips Bundle (3 Pack)

Save space on your barbecue grill while ensuring perfectly cooked ribs with this efficient stainless steel rack – RUSFOL Stainless Steel Rib Rack.

RUSFOL Stainless Steel Rib Rack

Effortlessly baste your barbecue creations with these heatproof silicone brushes for even application of marinades – RWM Silicone Basting Brushes.

RWM Silicone Basting Brushes

Achieve barbecue perfection with this fast and accurate meat thermometer for precise cooking – ThermoPro TP19H Digital Instant-Read Meat Thermometer.

ThermoPro TP19H Digital Instant-Read Meat Thermometer

Monitor your barbecue progress from a distance with this wireless thermometer for hassle-free grilling – ThermoPro TP826 Wireless Meat Thermometer.

ThermoPro TP826 Wireless Meat Thermometer

Expand your barbecue possibilities with this durable grill basket, ideal for veggies and delicate items – Turbo Trusser Heavy Duty Grill Basket.

Turbo Trusser Heavy Duty Grill Basket

Simplify barbecue cleanup with Weber Aluminium Drip Pans (10 Pack). These disposable drip pans effectively catch grease and drippings, keeping your grill tidy and saving you time.

Weber Aluminium Drip Pans (10 Pack)

Upgrade your barbecue experience with Weber Gourmet BBQ System Hinged Cooking Grates. Easily add more charcoal while grilling without removing the entire grate, maintaining consistent heat for perfect barbecue results.

Weber Gourmet BBQ System Hinged Cooking Grates

Want to get your barbecue going quickly and effortlessly? The Weber Rapidfire Charcoal Chimney Starter is the perfect time-saving tool for efficiently lighting charcoal, so you can focus on creating mouthwatering barbecue dishes.

Weber Rapidfire Charcoal Chimney Starter

Never let your drinks get warm at a barbecue again! The YETI Rambler Colster Can Cooler is a durable and stylish solution for keeping your favorite canned beverages refreshingly cold, even on the hottest days. Enjoy ice-cold beer, soda, sparkling water, and more throughout your outdoor gatherings. 

YETI Rambler Colster Can Cooler

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Rejected Bad: Occult

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

INT. HANK'S OFFICE - DAY

HANK is diligently going through a stack of files when his eyes widen with disbelief.

HANK:  (whispering)  No way...

He picks up the file that caught his attention, labelled "DEA Occult Plans."

INT. UNDERGROUND LAIR - NIGHT

HANK enters an eerie underground lair, dimly lit by candlelight. He approaches a large, intricate summoning circle on the floor, filled with symbols and markings.

HANK:  (to himself)  What are they up to?

INT. WALT'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

WALTER is cooking breakfast while reading the morning paper. Hank bursts in through the door, seemingly distressed.

HANK:  Walt, we need to talk. It's about the DEA!

WALTER:  (irritated)  Hank, can't it wait? I have bigger problems right now.

Hank slams the file onto the table, causing Walter to finally pay attention.

WALTER:  (confused)  What's this?

HANK:  (angry)  It's an occult investigation, Walt! The DEA is using dark magic to bring forth Deddfwr, the so-called "god of legislation," to take down our blue empire!

Walter's eyes widen in disbelief.

INT. UNDERGROUND LAIR - NIGHT

Hank and Walter stealthily make their way through the underground lair, careful to avoid detection.

HANK:  (worried)  They're getting closer, Walt. We need to stop this ritual before Deddfwr comes into existence.

WALTER:  (focused)  Alright, we need to find their source of power. Without it, the summoning won't work.

INT. CONTROL ROOM - UNDERGROUND LAIR - NIGHT

Hank and Walter spot a room filled with high-tech equipment, surrounded by guards and DEA agents.

HANK:  (hushed)  That must be it. They're using technology and dark arts together.

WALTER:  (devilish grin)  Let's give them a taste of their own medicine.

They charge into the control room, guns drawn.

HANK:  Freeze! Nobody move!

The guards hesitate for a moment, caught off guard. Walter and Hank swiftly decapitate them, taking control of the room.

HANK:  (to Walter) We need to shut this down. Find their main power switch!

Walter fights his way to the centre of the control room, discovering the central power source.

WALTER:  (whispering) This is it, Hank!

In a bold move, Hank destroys the power source by ripping out a big red pentagonal button, causing a ripple effect throughout the entire underground lair.

INT. UNDERGROUND LAIR - MAIN CHAMBER - NIGHT

The summoning circle starts to flicker, losing its power. The DEA occultists panic as the ritual fails.

HANK:  (smirking)  Sorry, Deddfwr. It looks like your legislation won't be coming today.

Hank and Walter spend the next 69 seconds brutalising the remaining occultists.

Hank and Walter sit on a pile of corpses, exhausted but victorious, amidst the chaos they caused.

WALTER:  (panting)  We did it, Hank. We stopped them.

HANK:  (grateful):  Thanks for having my back, Walt. Even after all we've been through.

WALTER:  (firmly)  We're in this together, whether it's the DEA or anyone else trying to bring us down. We're unstoppable.

They clink their glasses of turbo whisky together, celebrating their triumph over the forces that opposed them.

FADE OUT.

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MAKING A MOLI PRATHA

GPT-3.5 Turbo

Moli Pratha is a traditional Indian flatbread made with radish and whole wheat flour. Here's a simple recipe to make Moli Pratha at home:

Ingredients:

2 cups whole wheat flour

1 cup grated radish

1 tsp grated ginger

1 green chili, finely chopped

1/2 tsp cumin seeds

1/2 tsp red chili powder

1/2 tsp turmeric powder

Salt to taste

Water for kneading

Ghee or oil for cooking

Instructions:

In a large mixing bowl, combine the whole wheat flour, grated radish, grated ginger, chopped green chili, cumin seeds, red chili powder, turmeric powder, and salt.

Gradually add water and knead the mixture to form a smooth and soft dough. The radish will release some moisture, so be careful not to add too much water.

Divide the dough into small balls, about the size of a lemon.

Take one ball of dough and roll it out into a small circle on a floured surface.

Heat a griddle or non-stick pan over medium heat. Place the rolled-out dough onto the hot griddle and cook for a minute or two until small bubbles start to appear on the surface.

Flip the pratha and cook the other side for another minute or two. Brush with ghee or oil, and flip again, pressing down gently with a spatula to ensure even cooking.

Repeat the process with the remaining dough balls, brushing each pratha with ghee or oil before serving.

Serve the Moli Pratha hot with your favorite curry, yogurt, or chutney.

Enjoy your homemade Moli Pratha!

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How to use a food processor for the first time?

If you just purchased a food processor, congratulations! You are about to embark on a culinary journey that will change the way you cook. To help you get started, we’ve put together this comprehensive guide on how to use a food processor for the first time. From assembling the machine to mastering its various features, we'll guide you through every step to ensure a seamless experience. Let’s take a closer look!

Part 1: Unboxing and Assembly

Before you start using your food processor, it must be unboxed and properly assembled. Begin by carefully unpacking all components and familiarizing yourself with each part. Most food processors consist of a base, work bowl, lid with feed tube, and various blades and attachments. Attach the work bowl securely to the base unit according to the manufacturer's instructions, making sure it locks into place. Next, place the lid, aligning it with the markings on the bowl, and lock securely. Congratulations! Your food processor is now ready for action.

Part 2: Understanding the controls

In order to operate a food processor effectively, it is crucial to understand the controls and settings. Most models come with a control panel with buttons or switches to control the machine's speed and functions. Familiarize yourself with the different speed settings, usually labeled low, medium, and high. Additionally, some food processors may include a pulse or turbo button for quick bursts of power. Please refer to the user manual to learn the specific function of each control and how to adjust it to your recipe requirements. Taking the time to understand the controls will enhance your overall experience and prevent any mishaps while using the machine.

Part 3: Master the Basic Functions

Now that your food processor is assembled and you understand the controls, let's explore its basic functions. Try some simple tasks first, such as chopping vegetables or fruit. Start by placing your desired ingredients into a work bowl, making sure they are cut into manageable pieces. Install the appropriate blade for cutting or machining, making sure it is securely mounted on the machine's spindle. Close the lid and select the desired speed or pulse setting. Turn on the food processor and watch the ingredients quickly transform into perfectly chopped chunks. Practicing these basic functions will familiarize you with the machine's capabilities and gain confidence in using it.

Part 4: Exploring Advanced Technologies

Once you've mastered the basic features, push the boundaries of your culinary creativity by exploring some advanced techniques. Your food processor can do much more than just chop! Try slicing, grating, mincing and mashing. Every food processor comes with a variety of blades and attachments designed for specific tasks. Follow the manufacturer's instructions to install the blade or disc appropriate for the technique you want to explore. For example, to grate cheese, install the grating disc and adjust the machine to the desired speed setting. Feed the cheese through the feed tube, applying gentle pressure. A food processor can effortlessly reduce cheese cubes into fine shreds. Enjoy discovering the endless possibilities a food processor has to offer.

Part 5: Cleaning and Maintenance

Proper cleaning and maintenance of your food processor is critical to its longevity and performance. After each use, remove all components and wash with warm soapy water. Most parts are dishwasher safe, but it's a good idea to check your owner's manual to ensure proper care. Be extra careful when cleaning sharp blades to avoid accidents. Use a brush or sponge to remove food particles stuck in hard-to-reach areas. After cleaning, dry all components thoroughly before storing. Also, check the machine regularly for any signs of wear or damage. If you notice any problems, contact the manufacturer for guidance or professional repair.

Using a food processor may seem intimidating the first time, but with this step-by-step guide, you'll be a pro in no time.Come and get a JATI multifunctional food processor! Quickly feel the help that tools bring to our lives!

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Today’s Sunday Funday Mix was inspired by some SWEET House Music that I heard the other day when checking out various DJ’s.  Smiling.  There is something about House Music that just keeps my feet tapping and my body Moving.  I enJOY the heavy Bass, Vocals, and Rhythm that is ever present in EVERY Track.  Please check out Today’s Mix:  “Dreaming of Something Sweet ~ Soulful House Music”!   There is a mini tribute to honor Diana Ross for her birthday this weekend too!  BOOM!  Please EnJOY!  DJ Suspence

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***FREE TO WATCH/LISTEN/SHARE/ENJOY***

Here is the TrackList:

1. Filtered Church (Original Mix)  ~~~  Vjuan Allure2. Looking 4 Something (Original Mix)  ~~~  Lokee3. Sweet Dreams - Club Remix  ~~~  Eurythmics4. Plastic Dreams (Cubed Remix 2020)  ~~~  The Cube Guys5. Dreams (Pete Moss Remix)  ~~~  Colette, Pete Moss6. Say Something (Feat. Christina Aguilera)  ~~~  A Great Big World7. Something Good (Terry Hunter Bang Mix)  ~~~  Estelle, Terry Hunter8. Something (So Good) [Sofa King Good Mix]  ~~~  Alias Rhythm9. Just Be Good To Me (Original Mix)  ~~~  Earth n Days10. Something About Da Muziq  ~~~  David Harness11. Something About You (Steven Stone Remix)  ~~~  The Love Club, Steven Stone12. Something About You (Tsalikee’s Soulfunked Mix)  ~~~  Tsalikee, Kathy Brown13. Something Deeper (Dj Spen Raw Dub Edit)  ~~~  Kerri Chandler, DJ Spen14. Something Going On (Sonny Wharton Remix)  ~~~  Todd Terry, Jocelyn Brown, Martha Wash, Roland Clark, Sonny Wharton15. Something In My Heart (CalVINSOL Remix)  ~~~  Michelle, CalvINSOL16. Something In The Past (Feat. Mr. 6IXXX) [DjPopes Sound Of Baltimore Vocal Mix]  ~~~  DjPope, Dana Weaver17. Something Inside (DJ Spen & Gary Hudgins Remix)  ~~~  Jersey Maestros, Sarah Dash, DJ Spen, Gary Hudgins18. Something More (Quentin Harris Remix)  ~~~  Patti Labelle19. Something Wit Jazz (Manoo Remix)  ~~~  Mr. V, Manoo20. Tell You Something  ~~~  MICWO21. I'm Coming Out  (Remix By Maurice Joshua)  ~~~  Diana Ross22. Upside Down (Almighty Anthem Mix)  ~~~  Diana Ross23. Take Me Higher  ~~~  Diana Ross24. The Boss - Remixed  ~~~  Diana Ross25. It's So Good (Original Mix)  ~~~  Terance James26. In the Midst  ~~~  Eastside Boogii27. Little Black Samba (DJ Oji's 2021 Beatapella)  ~~~  Carolyn Victorian, DJ Oji, DJ Oji Aka Original Man28. Night Fever (Sunset Mix)  ~~~  JFC29. Round Midnight (Sandy Rivera's Classic Mix)  ~~~  Sandy Rivera, Tamara Raven30. Thinking Of You (Extended Club Mix)  ~~~  Cafe 432, Sheree Hicks31. Running (DjPope Funkhut Main Mix)  ~~~  Dee Jay Sound, DjPope32. The Mighty Douglas (Doug's Godbizniss Mix)  ~~~  Doug Willis, Dave Lee33. Express Yourself (Feat. Assurance)  ~~~  DJ Spen34. Easily Triggered (Geology Remix)  ~~~  Kid Enigma, Geology35. I Got Love (Booker T Remix)  ~~~  Lomax (CH), Michael Procter, Booker T36. I Love You (Feat. Aretha Franklin)  ~~~  Oscar P37. Hard to Love (Vocal Mix)  ~~~  Adira Kasey38. (If You Want My Love) Put Something Down On It  ~~~  Marc Evans39. Que Delicia  ~~~  Mijangos40. Chagu (Henrik Schwarz Extended Version)  ~~~  MoBlack, Emmanuel Jal, Henrik Schwarz41. Reach Deep (ThomChris Soulful Remix)  ~~~  Muzzaik, Exacta, ThomChris42. Hey Child (Main Mix)  ~~~  Neil Pierce, Hanlei43. We Flow (Soulful Delivers Mix)  ~~~  Pavel Svetlove, EverLove, Soulful Delivers44. Ramasedi (Ralf GUM Main Mix)  ~~~  Ralf GUM, Soweto Gospel Choir45. Good Life (Blackk Rubb Vocal)  ~~~  Stephanie Cooke, Shino Blackk46. Reclaiming My Beatz  ~~~  Vjuan Allure47. No Plans For Love (Clean)  ~~~  D-Nice feat. Ne-Yo & Kent Jones48. Oweibaba (Original Mix)  ~~~  Dj Spen & Greg Lewis49. Ribbon In The Sky  ~~~  Stevie Wonder50. Givin' Me Sumthin' (Soulful House Mix)  ~~~  Tracy Hamlin, John Khan51. Sumthin' Sumthin'  ~~~  Maxwell52. Everybody Wants Something (Feat. Alex Mills) - Rhemi Remix  ~~~  Akabu53. I Might Do Something Wrong (Feat. N'Dea Davenport)  ~~~  Tortured Soul54. Sittin Up In My Room (Powerhouse Remix Edit)  ~~~  Brandy55. Beautiful View (Antonello Ferrari Main Mix)  ~~~  Antonello Ferrari, Dawn Tallman56. Beautiful People (The Knocks Club Remix)  ~~~  Chris Brown57. Beautiful People (Underground Network Remix)  ~~~  Barbara Tucker58. Beautiful Liar  ~~~  Beyoncé59. Beautiful (DJ Spen Vocal Mix)  ~~~  Mary J. Blige60. Stomp  ~~~  Line Dances61. Stomp  ~~~  Kirk Franklin62. Battle Cry - Remix  ~~~  The Clark Sisters63. God's Got It (DJ Spen & Troy Morton ReWork)  ~~~  DJ Booman, Troy Morton, DJ Spen64. He's Alright  ~~~  Addvibe65. Blessed & Grateful (AFRIK-N-SOUL RETOUCH)  ~~~  DJ Randall Smooth, T.S.O.N., AFRIK-N-SOUL66. Turbo Hustle  (Tom Tom Hamilton Mix)  ~~~  DJ Maestro67. Mama Say Mama Sa (Original Mix)  ~~~  Lokee, Stefane68. They Dont Know (Karizma Remix)  ~~~  Jon B69. You Know How To Love Me (Joey Negro Extended Disco Mix)  ~~~  Phyllis Hyman, Joey Negro70. I Decided (Moto Blanco Edit)  ~~~  Solange71. And I Know It (Vocal Mix)  ~~~  Restless Soul72. Huggin' & a Luvin' (Mike Dunn Luvz Huggin' U ReMixX)  ~~~  Gershon Jackson73. Ain't Nobody Feat. Onita Boone (Mousse T.'s Ain't No Good Man Mix)  ~~~  Seductive Souls, Onita Boone, Mousse T74. Feels Good (Yeah!) (Terry Hunter Soooo Good Club Mix)  ~~~  Kelly G., Terry Hunter75. Good Kisser (Funkystepz Remix)  ~~~  Usher76. Good Vibrations (Dirty Secretz Remix)  ~~~  Soul Divide, Dirty Secretz77. I Put A Spell On You (Honeycomb & Vega Mix)  ~~~  Honeysweet, Vega78. Sweet Love (Autocycle Edit)  ~~~  Anita Baker79. So Sweetly (Feat. Shaun Escoffery)  ~~~  M&S80. Sweet Sensation (Original Mix)  ~~~  BBwhite81. Let Me Tell You - Sweet Sensation (Extended Mix)  ~~~  ANOTR82. Love Sensation (Soulfuledge Remix)  ~~~  Susu Bobien, Soulfuledge83. What A Sensation  ~~~  Masters At Work84. Sweet Sensation (Extended Mix)  ~~~  Stephanie Mills

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I feel like ive made airfryer chicken parm enough times to idiotproof (the idiot here is me) a resippy for it based on ways ive fucked up in the past so:

key ingredience:

chicken breast

egg

breadcrumb

mozzarella

tomato sauce (marinara ideally)

salt and pepper

1. Preheat ur air fryer but normally im too lazy to do this.

2. put chicken in microwave and press "turbo defrost"

3. Cut in half to get 2 flatter pieces. Its ok if you dont, it'll just taste drier bc less total surface area for sauce

4. beat meat so it cooks more evenly (optional, you can get a meat tenderiser thing for like $2 online, or you can take out your resentment for your father on the chicken using your fists)

5. dip the chicken in egg then a breadcrumb mixture. so get 2 receptacles preferably big enough for the entire chicken piece. I use those oblong ikea lunchboxes with blue lids.

1 egg is normally more than enough for 1 chicken breast. combine the white and yolk. Use the extra egg for a tiny omelette or something, dont store raw egg in fridge not even for 1 day or it will change colour and become gross

Add enough breadcrumbs to cover the bottom of ur container and itll probably be enough. add salt and pepper into the mixture. i usually also add garlic powder and parmesan. i recommend getting a block of parmesan instead of pre-grated/shredded if you can. its about the same cost per unit mass, doesnt have anticaking agents, you choose whether you want to grate or shred some as you go. add as much shit as you feel like or until the mixture smells nice.

Some ppl say dip in flour before egg then breadcrumb but imo the thing is unhealthy enough as it is

6. Put in the air fryer. Highest temp bc im not a pussy. Air fryers and ingredients vary but 6 min for the first side should be good.

7. After 6 min, flip it over. if you think it looks weird, sometimes chicken dipped in egg looks like that, but the safest thing to do is take it out and cut in half to check if its cooked thru. the final thing might not look as sexy but its better than getting salmonella. im saying this because i think i accidentally ate undercooked chicken earlier.

8. use a spoon to spread sauce on top. then add shredded mozzarella (you can put basil or something but im not white so .) continue heating it. the timing doesnt matter as much now because the chicken should be mostly cooked, but check on it if you dont want the cheese to be burnt.

edit: i read a recipe that says after 6 min, flip over, heat on that side for 3 min, then add sauce and cheese, then another 3 min. i think this sounds better

9.

[make-it-mavis]

All Work and No Play

Wreck-it Ralph fic (main timeline, post-Roadblasters, pre-Sugar Rush) Comedy/Romance 6370 words Characters: Make-it Mavis, Turbo Content warnings: dirty humor, brief sensuality, themes of burnout/depression

Premise: Unable to sleep, Mavis stays up practicing drawing objects. Turbo joins her and convinces her to draw something more fun. While they both have a good time, Turbo has a few things left to say on the matter, and, as usual, Mavis is reluctant to listen.

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Mavis never considered herself afraid of the dark, per se. 

She had long ago set up curtains around her camp in Fix-it Felix Jr., trying to capture and contain the glow of her stolen lights and hide the vast, dark forest from her mind. On the nights she spent in Turbo's trailer, she was grateful for what little sunlight that managed to intrude through the tiny slits of space between the blackout shutters, just enough to highlight the shapes of furniture and belongings. But it was not the dark she truly feared -- it was the space. It was even just the illusion of space. Wide, open darkness with no visible end just needled toxic flashbacks into her brain, memories of the time she spent trapped in her game's code space. Smaller, enclosed spaces were protection from the fear that she would float away in her sleep, never to find her way back, never to be seen again.

Unfortunately, that security was sometimes hard to firmly hold onto during nights in the abandoned wall socket that was Turbo's hideout. The chamber was not unreasonably large, and there was some minuscule illumination from the hole in the socket, but it was not enough to clearly touch all the walls or the far corners.

It was not worthy of a panic attack, but sometimes, it was enough to keep her awake, even just out of the knowledge that she would have a nightmare if she fell asleep.

So, on a night in late spring, Make-it Mavis sat awake, alone in the direct, dim light from the arcade outside. With her sketchbook in hand, and her sleeping attire just a tank top and panties, she figured the mental stimulation and the somewhat chilly air on her bare skin would be enough to keep her from drifting off.

Too tired for extensive creativity, she merely drew miscellaneous objects and weapons, the usual effort to keep in practice so she could accurately produce said items with her brush. If she could not draw it, she could not paint it.

A few pages in, beginning to run out of ideas, she glanced around the room in thought, and had a mini heart attack at the sight of two distant yellow eyes peering through the darkness. In one way or another, Turbo had woken up in the corner where they slept.

"Mav?" she heard him say groggily.

"Hey," she replied. "Did I wake you up?"

"Uh," the glow disappeared for a moment as his eyes closed, "I dunno. Maybe? It's fine."

"'Kay," she said softly, looking down at her blank page again.

After a moment, he asked, "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah," she nodded. "I'm fine. Just can't sleep, so I figure I might as well do something."

From the corner, she heard rustling, grunting, and stumbling footsteps. Turbo approached, a blanket around his shoulders, and two pillows under his arm. His hair was a mess, part of it flattened against the side of his head, part of it trying to fly away to freedom. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just drawing," she shrugged. 

A pillow hit her in the face, thrown by Turbo. After a grumbled thanks, she put it behind her back. Turbo then plopped himself down next to her. Sizing her up, he said, "Ain't ya cold?"

"Don't fuss," she mumbled, drawing a small spiral. "I'm fine."

He threw half of the blanket over her shoulders anyway, scooting right up against her body. Fresh out of bed, he was even warmer than usual. It was more inviting than she cared for at the moment.

"Whatcha drawin'?"

"So full of questions," she observed, glancing at him with a quirked brow.

"I woke up into immediate, crippling boredom, Mav," he exhaled. "Forgive me. Indulge me."

She scoffed. "Okay. But I ain't drawin' anything interesting."

"Why not?"

"'Cause my brain is half asleep, and I need to practice drawing new stuff."

"Huh," he breathed, perplexed. "So, even now, you're working."

Mavis' brow furrowed, and she drew more swirls. "Yeah, so what? I'm just gettin' better at bein' productive. I gotta be if we're ever gonna get you outta here."

Turbo was quiet for a moment.

"Draw something fun," he insisted.

She laid her pencil flat against the page and sighed tiredly. "Like what, T?"

"You really got no ideas?"

"Like I said, I'm real tired."

"Well, a'ight, how about this," he presented his idea to her on his open palm. "I give a prompt, and you draw the first thing that comes into your head."

She rubbed her brow. "Why?"

"'Cause you're bein' boring."

With an irritated glance, she said, "I'm not boring."

"I know."

Partially fueled by spite, and partially genuine interest, she agreed to the game. "Okay, fine," she shrugged. "What's your first prompt? First thing that pops into your head."

"Rumble," he said immediately.

"Wow. That was fast."

"Y'said 'first thing.'"

"Well, alright," she stared at the page, preparing to carve something out of it. "Rumble."

Latching onto her first bizarre idea, she set to work, her pencil moving fast and loud, barely taking time to erase. Mashing together her knowledge of animals and machines, she drew the lovechild of a tiger and a motorcycle. It was essentially a tiger with a bike for a body. As she was paying particular attention to its snarling mouth, Turbo snickered.

"What the hell is that?" 

"Tigerbike, obviously," she said, unable to keep from smiling. "A rumbling motorcycle and a rumbling tiger… Y'know, growlin' and junk."

"That really was the first thing y'thought of, huh?"

"Of course. Does this look, in any way, planned?"

"No, no it does not," he said, leaning in to point out one fatal flaw. "If you'd planned it, you'd have realized exhaust smoke should be shooting from its ass."

That made her snort. "Devs above, how did I miss that?"

"You're off your game, Make-it," he chuckled as she drew crude black clouds trailing out of its rear end.

"Cut, print, done--"

"Wait, wait, wait," he delicately lifted a hand in protest, and took up the pencil. On the tigerbike's back, he drew a tiny stick figure wearing a helmet, sporting a grin and a triumphant thumbs up.

"That's me," he pointed, grinning.

Mavis burst into wheezing laughter. "What? The hell?"

"Well, obviously I'm the only sprite alive who could tame Tigerbike, Mav!" he said in mock outrage.

"Why are you so tiny?!"

"I'd like to think Tigerbike is inconceivably huge," he grinned.

Mavis cackled, "That's perfect. I'm gonna frame this."

"Wanna do another?"

"Y'know what? Hell yeah," she flipped to the next page, pencil at the ready. "Hit me with another."

"A'ight," he smacked his tongue. "Meteor shower."

Her brows raised. "Ooh. How pretty."

"Show me what ya got, kiddo," he shrugged with a smile.

Mavis pondered for about two seconds before an idea hit her. It was so stupid that she snickered out loud, but she shook her head and went with it.

"That's a good sign," Turbo observed, a smile in his voice.

"You're gonna love this," she muttered, her wrist working wildly. This one took way less time, a far cartoonier style than Tigerbike. Mavis and Turbo both chuckled as the idea came to life on paper, until she finally leaned back and showed Turbo the full masterpiece.

It was, quite literally, a meteor shower. Three meteorites stood in a group shower, lathering themselves up with their tiny stick arms.

It took Turbo a second, but then he groaned in the way reserved for any of her horrible puns. With a whimpering, perplexed laugh, he mumbled, "Seriously, Mav? Are you really presenting this to me?"

"No, no, look. You don't get it," she insisted with a grin, pointing at vital details with her pencil. "See, this guy in the middle is totally eyeing up the guy on the left. I mean, like, shameless ogling."

Turbo rubbed his face, half-laughing, half-whining. "No," he pleaded softly.

"Listen," she tapped the paper harder, her voice breaking with laughter. "And, like, the guy on the left is actually super into it, but he's actin' all oblivious n' blushy because the guy on the right is there, and he's-- I mean, he's just some regular guy."

"Mav--"

"AND, and, guy on the left isn't into PDA or anythin' 'cause he's just a boring freakin' space rock--"

Turbo cackled.

"And he doesn't wanna make the guy on the right like, an unwilling third party or some crap like that, but after they're all done n' the guy on the right's gone home, you know the other two are gettin' it on in the locker room."

Turbo put out his hand. "Mav, do me a favor. Please illustrate for me just how two spherical rocks get busy."

She sputtered. "Well, let's see, I mean, it'd be hard--"

"Ha."

"There'd be a lot of rolling, and-- hah, hard-- and just, like, tryna smash together like big ol' pool balls--" she drew a short series of pairs of rocks clacking off each other, trying in vain to hold onto the other with their tiny stick arms, getting stuck on their bellies. Turbo wheezed through the whole thing.

"Wait, okay, wait," he interjected, "what if they sorta worked like flint, and they threw off sparks when they really got goin'?"

"Oh, my Devs," she gasped. "What if everyone shot fire outta their junk when they came?"

"WHAT?"

"I mean! Y'better keep a fire extinguisher around and be really good at pullin' out or you'll get yourself some serious property damage and cook your partner from the inside literally every time you smash! There'd be like, safe sex ads in every port, and Surge would be handin' out free fire extinguishers left n' right!"

"Mavis what the hell?!" he wheezed, his eyes glistening from laughter. "Though, I gotta say, as far as horrible deaths go, death from screwin' don't sound like the worst."

"At least you got laid, is what you're sayin'?"

"Yeah. At least the last thing y'knew was the sweet throes of orgasm."

"So you're tellin' me," she poked him, "gettin' burned alive from the inside would be worth it just to get laid?"

"Wh-- I wouldn't go into it with the intent of gettin' fried to death, Mavis! I'm just sayin', theoretically if that unfortunate accident did occur…" he paused. "And, I mean, honestly, if the lay was, honest to the Devs, really to die for--"

"Turbo," she interrupted, her stomach beginning to ache from laughter. "Gimme another prompt, already!"

"Okay, okay, cool your jets!" He licked his lips. "Uh… sunshine."

"Huh. Gettin' sappy on me, here?"

"Just playin' the game, Mav."

Sunshine. She let that word sink in. She loved sunshine. The light, the warmth, the way it brought out the color of everything it touched. She knew Turbo liked it, too. It had to have reminded him of home… It occurred to her then, just how much he must have missed it. 

An image suddenly came to mind. But she cheated just a bit and twisted it into something more manageable. They were having fun. She did not want to suddenly drag big ol' emotions into it.

Taking a bit more time with this one, she drew a lovely, grassy hill, speckled with flowers. She then drew herself rolling down that hill… very unceremoniously, as if by accident. She was a bouncing, tangled ball of limbs, throwing up dirt, grass, and flowers beneath her. And close behind, she drew Turbo falling the exact same way. 

Watching over her shoulder, Turbo's chuckles had taken on a confused air. "Oookay," he muttered. "What am I lookin' at here, babe?"

"I'unno," she shrugged. "We're having a race. In the sunshine."

"And you're winning? Sounds fake."

"Okay, jackass. What if I told you there were jagged rocks at the bottom of the hill?" She drew crude spikes at the bottom. "Would you still wanna win?"

"Absolutely."

"Wow."

"So what's the real reward for winning, other than broken bones and bragging rights? It's always more fun with a reward."

She considered that. "Uh… I don't know, maybe the loser has to pick the winner a bouquet of flowers. I sure drew enough of 'em."

He paused. "A bouquet of flowers."

"Yeah, I mean…" she shrugged, suddenly wanting to backpedal. "Sprites get flowers for winning sometimes, right? Like, a medal and a big blooming bouquet, or whatever."

"Uh huh… so where's this medal?"

Mavis shoved him just a bit. "Gee, I'unno, T, why don't ya go pick one off the medal tree, ya greedy bastard. Y'said 'sunshine.' Sunshine makes flowers."

"It was a joke," he scoffed. Ruffling her hair, he said, "It's cute ya wanna pick me flowers."

Playfully swatting his hand away, she protested, "Maybe y'didn't hear me right -- I said that pickin' you flowers would be a punishment for losing."

"Sure," he leaned his head a bit closer, "but of course, y'must have known you were gonna lose anyway, ergo…"

Mavis looked at him, silently bearing that strange emotion that she felt only for him, wherein she could be irritated, but still know that Turbo being annoying usually meant he was in a good mood. And it was good to see him in a good mood, with how many reasons he had not to be. After so many nights of seeing him deep in program withdrawal, and literally sharing the pain as his glitching bled into her, but holding him close anyways… She could tolerate annoying teasing if it meant he was happy.

It took her a moment to realize that he had gone silent, too. He was still smiling, leaning his head back against the wall, but looked calmer, more thoughtful. There was something peculiar about the way he looked at her, and it made her antsy. 

"What?" she asked softly.

He blinked slowly, and his smile pulled into his cheek a bit. Tweaking her nose, he said, "Nothin'."

Suspicious, but not wanting to question him on it, Mavis cleared her throat and tried to move things along. She turned to a new page in her sketchbook. "Well, what do you think? Got another prompt for me?"

This time, he was quiet. She almost wondered if he did not want to play anymore, but with a glance at him, she determined that he was thinking about it more than he was supposed to. He was gazing straight ahead, right through the socket, into the arcade. His lips were pressed into a hard line, and he was lightly tapping his thumbs together. He seemed reluctant… almost anxious.

"Hey," Mavis said. "You're not supposed to think about it."

"Yeah, yeah." He did not look at her. "I got one for ya. Fun."

She was not expecting that answer. It felt so broad, compared to the other ones. "...Fun, huh?"

"Yeah," he said, rolling his head back and peering down his cheek at her. "Draw what that makes you think of."

She squinted. There was some kind of ulterior motive there that had her suspicious. Still, she shrugged. "Okeydokey, weirdo."

Fun, fun, fun. Images and colors fought for the forefront of her brain, but she could not hear one single, solid idea through the overlapping noises in her head. It did not take long for her to decide that she had been thinking too hard. She was making it way harder than it had to be. Willing to just get it over with, she put pencil to paper, closed her eyes, and let her hand follow the flow of her thoughts.

As she listened to the graphite scratching, she realized that she had been having so much trouble because ‘fun' was manifesting in her head as feelings and not one specific concept. It felt like… a thrill, a rush, a genuine high. It was triumphant victory and motivating failure. It was acrobatics, dizzying aerial maneuvers, falling, flying. Wild, messy rainbows. Loud music and explosions she could feel in her chest. Fireworks. Theatrics. Clever pranks. Stupid pranks. Petty crime. Booze, bad decisions, rough sex, risky business. It was what she lived for. It was in her code just as much as her paintbrush.

She really believed it was the core of her very being.

A minute passed before she opened her eyes and observed her work. It was just about as cluttered, ugly, and near-incomprehensible as she expected. Hard lines criss-crossed with no rhyme or reason. Shapes and figures overlapped until they were nearly unrecognizable, but she could make out a few. There was a guitar, a trumpet, a drum, and music notes. There were glass bottles, many broken. There were bits of confetti and paint splatter that would have been rainbow. Somewhere, there was a suspiciously phallic shape. But more than anything, there were clouds, feathers, and wings.

It was hideous. She liked it.

Turbo’s weight pushed against her a bit as he leaned in to see. “All done?”

“Yep. Whatcha think?"

He was quiet for a moment before making a comment. “Don't see much of that stuff in here, huh.”

She looked at him with slight concern. He just looked thoughtful. She frowned, wondering if confinement was particularly making him depressed that night. There truly were very few ways to have fun the way they used to, being locked up in a box. A pang of sympathy tapped in her chest, and she subconsciously rubbed his leg a bit, comfortingly.

Turbo just looked at her hand with apparent confusion, and then at her with a serious brow. "Uh, no," he said flatly. "I wanna know when you last did any of those things."

She blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"Y'heard me."

After an automatic moment's thought, she realized an upsetting thing. She really could not remember off the top of her head. But there was something about Turbo's tone that felt accusatory, and her guard went up.

"When am I ever not doing these things?"

"Really?" His expression fell flat. "When was the last time you pulled a prank? Or flew around, just for the fun of it? You sure don't fly in here."

"I can't fly in here," she protested. "There's no room."

"Exactly!"

She huffed. "If you have something to say, T, will you just say it?"

He bit back words for a moment, his brow furrowing as he reconsidered, before he sighed and smacked his tongue. "Mav, you've been workin' way too hard."

She withdrew a bit. "Seriously? You're mad at me for working to get you out of here?"

Turbo sighed, briefly rubbing his face. "I ain't mad, I'm… Look, you're workin' too much. It ain't like you."

She scoffed. "I ain't a hard worker?"

He burst into a chuckle. "Are y'serious?"

Face getting hot, she bristled. "Be fair, T. I work real hard when I actually care about something."

He went quiet, and his gaze fell a bit. She could not help but look away, too. It was hard to talk about just how badly she wanted him out, how hard it was to see him in a cage, sick and suffering. And in her day to day life… she was lonely. She missed her other half. There seemed little she would not have done to have him back.

The hard work and sleepless nights, it was almost all for his sake. But it was really for hers, too.

Turbo spoke again, a very real exasperation in his voice. "Look, ya gotta know at least that if y'don't pace yourself, your engine's gonna burn out, n' then you won't be able to work at all. Does that sound good to you?"

"I'm not burning out," she mumbled. "I'm fine. I get enough of a break when I come hang out in here. I mean-- when we're not still working."

He waited again, and she could feel him looking at her. "Mav… take a break."

"I've been takin' too many breaks."

"Obviously, you're not. Take a longer break."

Idly, she drew small bubbles on her already cluttered drawing. "So… what, like a weekend?"

"Try a whole week."

"A week?" Her gaze snapped to him in disbelief. "I-- I-- No, I can't take a week off. That new motorcycle game just got plugged in and I haven't even been inside yet. I feel like we're so close to figuring something out--"

"Can I draw something?"

"...What?"

"Gimme your sketchbook," he beckoned at it. 

"Uh, sure, knock yourself out," she said, tossing the book and pencil in his lap. Turbo sure was acting weird that night. She was beginning to just accept it.

As he began to draw, she put her face in her hands and pushed curled fingers through her hair. In a sighing, apologetic voice, she said, "Look, T, it's not like I don't appreciate your, uh… concern. Well-- Not like it ain’t also real annoying, but... It's just that-- I'm-- I don't even think I could relax if I took a week off. I'd just be stressing about all I could be gettin' done, and thinkin' about all the days I was settin' us back…"

Turbo did not reply, or even look at her. His focus remained on the paper against his bent knees. Ever since he ended up in the socket, he had been drawing more and more. She would find his artwork littering the floor almost as much as his notes. It was endearing to see. 

Suddenly feeling as sad as she was tired, she scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, watching him work. It was always sort of hypnotic. Turbo had such a unique drawing style, evolved from years of blueprints and mechanic work -- he seemed to think almost entirely in perfectly clean lines and sharp angles. His work was abstract and boxy, rarely illustrating any clear figure, but beautiful in its own right. More often than not, it looked so pristine, one might have thought a machine printed it. And indeed, as she watched, his arm moved so mechanically, as if his skeleton were made of metal. She would not have been surprised if it was.

Letting her eyes follow the motion of his hand made her eyelids heavy. As curious as she was about his drawing, she just could not keep her eyes open.

Mumbling softly, she said, "I can't sit back and do nothing. Not while there's anything I could do. So, just… let me do this. I'll be fine. I know how to--"

The rough scrape of paper against her legs perked her up as Turbo shoved the sketchbook back into her lap and the pencil clattered to the floor. When she opened her eyes, squinting through the sleepy fog, she saw what she expected -- a geometrical contour drawing. However, as her eyes adjusted and she began to decipher the abstract figures, she saw something entirely unexpected.

Flowers.

Confusion was her first response. Why flowers? Turbo was hardly a flowery guy, much less one to give flowers.

Then she remembered their prior conversation. The prize flowers. The ones the loser had to pick.

She looked at him, lips parted, brows squinting, in some attempt to understand. He was not looking at her, but rather, glancing around at nothing in particular, tapping his leg.

"I don't--..." she muttered. "Why?"

He grunted, and then barely opened his mouth to grumble, "...Not that many options for flowers in here."

"Well-- well yeah, but…" she looked at the page. "What did I win?"

He shrugged and shook his head. "I'unno, pick something. You're definitely the best at what you're doing. No one else could help me the way you are. And you've gotten so much done. Like, a crazy amount. So, you won. You've earned a break."

Mavis was so thrown for a loop, she almost felt dizzy. The sweet gesture, the sweet words… they were not a common occurrence for him. Granted, they had been growing in frequency ever since the two were reunited, but still…

"I…" she fumbled. "I wasn't competing. I just wanna win you a way outta here."

Turbo rubbed his face. "I cant believe how much convincing it's taking to get you to go goof off."

"...Things are a bit different now."

"I know."

"You want me to go out there and play around the way I used to? The way we used to, together?" Her words proceeded slowly, quietly, and unsteadily, as if they were fragile. A sort of grief weighed down on her heart. "It just… doesn't… feel the same anymore. Even if I tried, I'd just… be thinkin' of you."

He sighed deeply. 

She added sadly, shoulders sinking, "Nothin's been the same since I… thought you were gone."

"But I'm here now," he mumbled. "I'm back."

"I know, but… I need you… back. In my life. Again. For real."

Turbo fell silent, but as Mavis studied the crisp lines of the drawing in her lap and idly scratched her foot, she could practically hear words sitting just behind his lips. He was taking his time with them, and she gave him space to do so, mostly because she was almost afraid of what he would say next. What she was about to feel.

Finally, he spoke in a slow, soft voice, “Mav…”

Reluctantly, she looked at him. He had an elbow propped up on his knee, his hand buried in his hair as he leaned his forehead against his palm. His eyes gazed straight ahead into the dim light from the arcade that washed a blue tone over his skin, making the gold glow of his heavy-lidded eyes burn bright in contrast.

She swallowed. “T…?”

He took in a breath through his lips, sat with it, closed his eyes, and let words flow on the exhale. “You remember what I said… that night… about never wantin’ to make you… miserable?”

Mavis’ heart grew tight and heavy at the memory. That night. The last time they spoke before he…

“Yes,” she breathed, not taking her eyes off him.

“And how I said… I’d actually try to keep that from happening?”

“...Yeah.”

He shrugged, flexing his fingers in his hair. “This is… me doin’ that. I’m just tryin’ to keep my word, Mav.”

“Turbo,” she said, gently but firmly squeezing his shoulder, “you’re not making me miserable.”

He looked her plain in the eye. “Tonight’s the first I’ve heard ya laugh in four days.”

She froze. That fact stunned her. That could not have been true, but she had obviously not been keeping track. Had Turbo been keeping track?

In response to her silence, he nodded a bit. “Yeah… Yeah. Doesn’t sound like Make-it Mavis, does it?”

Mavis did not know what to say. Slowly, her gaze fell. Her emotions were too crowded to move in any one direction, but she felt shame begin to simmer in the pit of her stomach. Somehow, she felt that she had done something wrong -- and not in a fun way. She had been trying so hard to help him… but did she just let him down? Did she let herself down?

Turbo took notice of her conflict. He twisted a bit to place his hand on the side of her neck and coax her jaw to tilt up again. “Hey, Mav,” he almost whispered, “don’t be like that. You’ve done good. Really good. It’s… kinda insane actually. It’s very obvious how dedicated you are to-- to helpin’ me, but… workin’ to the point of this, is just… It ain’t you, Mav. It just ain’t you. And I…”

His words caught, and Mavis could see his face clearly wrestling the words. With a bit of a bonk, he rested his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes shut. 

“I need you in my life, too… for real.”

It seemed to Mavis that all the heat in her body rushed to her face. Her chest quivered, scrambling for any words to push out, and coming up empty.

Turbo continued anyway, “So, y’know, if you really wanna help me… take… care of yourself, and… stay yourself. Okay?”

Hard memories crashed into the back of her head, memories from the darkest time of her life. She heard echoes of a promise she had made to his memory, a promise that was, in all sincerity, one she made to herself.

She caved.

“Okay,” she nodded slightly.

As he opened his eyes, their glow nearly strained her own. Slowly, his cheeks lifted in a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she sighed hoarsely through her own rueful grin. “You’re right. I need a break. And I’ll take it.”

A truly exhausted sigh of relief washed over her face as he leaned back to give them both some breathing room. “Thank the Devs, finally,” he laughed airily. “Y’stubborn lil’ mule, ya won’t even listen to me when I tell ya to do stuff you wanna do!”

She laughed too, “I’m doin’ it now, jackass!”

“Yeah, just as I started to wonder how much rope I had left ‘til I’d reach the end!”

“Look, I know I’m too good at what I do, so I’ll try my best to get just a little worse,” she smiled, leaning out of his touch. “I’ll play hooky for a week, for starters. And I’ll do…”

“Whatever the hell you want?” he guessed, glancing down his grinning cheek at her.

“I’ll do my damn best, anyway. I would love to at least get some pranks in… I think the sprites out there have had it too easy since I, uh, mysteriously stopped.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, giving a long nod. “That there’s a problem, too. Gotta keep up appearances, Mav. Sprites will know something’s up if you’re suddenly so well behaved that they can leave pies coolin’ on sills.”

“Or balcony doors open.”

“Ah,” he chuckled. “You have not said anythin’ about Gene for ages. When’s the last time ya pranked that guy?”

Unable to remember, she said, “Well, I think I can get him pretty good this weekend. He’s hostin’ someone’s stupid birthday-- I think it’s, uh, Norwood’s, the guy with the cats--”

“PussyMagnet69?”

Mavis’ throat nearly ripped from the size of her surprise cackling.

Turbo joined in, insisting, “That was his name, Mav! How could ya forget?!”

Through tears, she wheezed, “Okay, okay-- But seriously-- I think if I can get in the penthouse early enough-- and I can-- I can switch all his clear alcohol with vinegar--”

Turbo was already keeling into his lap.

She continued, nearly shouting over his laughter, “Then I can make it a party no one will ever forget, and I can make off with a whole buttload of booze!”

Snorting, Turbo threw himself upright again, his hair flying haphazardly. “No, no, you gotta stay at least long enough to see the looks on their faces--” “Well, obviously--”

“And then remember ‘em really well and draw ‘em all out so I can see ‘em too! Damn, why do I gotta miss that?”

“Hey,” she laughed lowly, pushing his shoulder. “I’ll bring ya the drawings, and I’ll bring ya the booze, and then we can get flat out wasted n’ go as wild as this box can-- Well, uh--”

She had forgotten to ask something. Turbo looked at her quizzically.

“I mean, uh,” she said quietly, still managing to hold a smile, “you’ll let me in, right? Am I-- Am I allowed to come back here… on vacation?”

Turbo almost looked stricken, and after a moment’s thought that betrayed a bit of anxiety in his eyes, he said, “Well… obviously. Don’t feel like you gotta or anythin’, though. I’m a grown-ass man, I don’t need a babysitter. But, y’know, if you really wanna come over, you can.”

Mavis’ shoulders dropped and half a scoff slipped out of her. “Of course I wanna hang out with you. Y’kiddin’ me, T?”

For a second, he gave her an uncharacteristically warm half-smile. He chuffed a bit. “Arright,” he said, twisting to open his arms to her and gesture inward. “C’mere. Bring it in.”

Forcing an eye-roll that was ruined by her smiling face, she scooted right up and wrapped her arms around his torso, and he hugged back tightly. The closeness felt so well-needed, as if she were touch-starved without realizing. Surely, they had still been touching over the last little while… but this was the first time she felt present for it in days. She hummed appreciatively, resting her chin over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he sighed, smugness creeping into his voice as he rubbed her back, “should’a known I couldn’t shake ya. After all, I am your lifelong obsession, ain’t I?”

She groaned. “Turbo…”

“It’s kinda creepy, there, Cherry Bomb. Takin’ advantage of the fact that I don’t got a game to get ya banned from.”

“Like I could even get through the barricade here without your help,” she considered. “Or without dynamite, but, y’know. I’d hate to have to build it again.”

Turbo just chuckled. He buried his face against the side of her neck and let out a deep, hot sigh through his nose that sent a tiny wave of goosebumps over her skin. She held him tight, soaking in the exceptional heat from his skin. At times such as this, memories would flood in from the time she believed she had lost him, and her chest would glow with incredulous, almost painful gratitude to have him back.

Mavis chewed her lip for a moment, possessed by the emotion growing in her body. She tucked her head in, the bridge of her nose pressed against his collarbone. Sweetly, sadly, she mumbled, “Y’know I miss you, T. I miss havin’ a friend out there.”

His hand thumped softly against her shoulder blade. “...Yeah. I know, Mav,” he muttered. He then turned his head until his face was in her hair, his mouth angled just behind her ear. She could feel his lips move as he said, “I’m pretty lucky to have a friend in here.”

Heart aching, Mavis pulled back to look him in the face. He just looked thoughtful, meeting her gaze with a bit of a squint. “Seems like whatever luck I’ve had since this mess started has had somethin’ to do with you. How’d that happen? Once upon a time, you were the biggest pain-in-the-ass problem child in my life.”

A small laugh blew from her throat, half warm, half naughty. “Things are different now… and you forget I’m a good-luck-charm Easter Egg.”

Turbo chuckled, and his eyes dropped to her mouth as a hand snaked behind her head. “Whatever you say.”

She drew closer, her eyes closing with an airy, snarky chuckle. “But I’m still a pain in the ass.”

“Don’t I know it,” he breathed, before his lips made contact with hers. 

She kissed back gladly, folding her knees and bringing them up close as she let the comforting warmth in her face and chest slowly spread throughout her body. The kiss did not break, only deepened, and after his hands tugged under the crook of her legs, she found herself grabbing his shoulders and gracefully moving to straddle his lap. All she wanted was to be closer, to hold him as flush against her body as she could, and it was a sentiment he clearly returned. His rough hands roamed over her slender curves, clenching fistfuls of her shirt and letting his fingers skirt beneath the fabric. As her head and body began to buzz with all-too-neglected excitement, she broke away from his mouth to kiss a trail down to his neck and happily nip at the salty skin there.

For a few moments, Turbo merely squeezed her hip bones in appreciation and uttered naught but a few shivery sighs, but Mavis soon noticed that he was a bit too still and quiet. No sooner had she noticed than Turbo leaned his head into hers a bit, ducking his face down.

“I will get out of here,” he whispered insistently. “I swear I will.”

Mavis paused before pulling back to look at him. He did not look sad, no -- he just looked determined. There was a fire in his eyes that made him look unstoppable, like nothing could possibly hold him back from taking his place in the world again. She believed it fully.

“I know you will,” she muttered back. “And I’ll be there.”

He scoffed a bit. “And then? Then I’ll get ya some real flowers. Call those ones over there a placeholder.”

Mavis twisted a bit to look at the sketchbook she had tossed to the floor, the graphite lines softly illuminated from the light shining through the socket.

“Hm,” she hummed. “Don’t bother. These ones are better.”

When he laughed briefly, she looked back at him to see a lopsided grin that flashed his pointed teeth. “Okay, princess, how about this? Whatever kingdom I end up ruling--”

“Ruling, huh?”

He ignored her and continued, “I’ll program a room just for you, and then I’ll draw flowers on the walls like a gap-toothed madman, and I’ll make ‘em so Dev-damned bright and colorful and horrendously ugly that no one could spend more than five minutes in there without gettin’ a migraine.”

Mavis laughed, clapping his shoulder a bit. “See, now that sounds perfect. Seriously. Please do that. That’s so much better than flowers.”

Turbo’s eyes narrowed as his grin grew. “Consider it done.”

“Now,” she wrapped her arms behind his neck, leaning her forehead against his. “Will ya please go back to bein’ a jerk for a while? All this sweetness and thoughtfulness, it--” she dropped into her roughest, most unflattering Turbo impression, complete with bad accent, “‘it ain’t like you.’”

Turbo’s brows shot upward, and he sputtered through a wild grin. “Ooh, okay, smart-mouth,” he said, cracking his neck and knuckles. “Ya wanna get reacquainted? Let’s get reacquainted.”

With that, he seized her by the ribs and roughly yanked her in, lunging for her neck like a snake. As his teeth sank in, Mavis’ short yelp of pain and surprise turned into thrilled, dirty, self-satisfied laughter. The mushy stuff was finally over. It was time to have fun again.

Mavis was still unsure of how effective her little vacation would be, but as far as she was concerned, she was off to a pretty good start.

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Burn’s journal 

9/26/19 Thursday

I swear, if I didn’t improve on my cooking skill we’d be ordering take out every night. I don’t mind though, I rather enjoy cooking for everyone. 

The gangs all back together again :) almost anyway.

On a side note...A big side note. I hope Crash and Turbo can talk things out. They need each other in the weirdest way. 

Oh and the business is doing great. 

Crash’s journal

Thursday Sep. 25th 2019

I still want to punch a bitch. I still want to cry and have a fucking mental breakdown. 

Why is love so complicated?

Nitrous has been in dad mode and it’s annoying. But, I’m also grateful. 

Burn and Axl have been giving rather great advice but I’m not listening. I need to listen and apply it. I know that. I’ve been very stubborn and lazy as well. 

I’m still not sure...what I want to do about him? forget him? love him? 

I’m tired of being on and off. I want to stay on with someone. 

Positive note: Our cafe/bar/lounge place is a hit lately. 

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