#She took something far too important from the main OS to be left with all her limbs in one piece and a head full of eyeballs

[deva-arts]

Testing out CSP Assets hehehe

The city can be pretty beautiful with enough distance and a nice view.

Oh. I forgot what kind of story this was.

She ends up short circuiting the main terminals and letting it crash into a processing facility. Then she takes a stress nap and worsens her insomnia.

[starrysupercell]

if it doesnt bother you too much, could you maybe do a stu and rico drabble?? platonic or like. brotherly?? if you can ^^

also i rlly like yer blog :p

TwT just when you think you're safe from robot feels. This became more of a oneshot because... Stu. (Can we call Tuesday....Stu's Day, lmao.) Hope you like it...! 🎆🔫 Also, thanks! 😊

At the start of the show, Ricochet sat stubbornly, crossing his arms. His eye remained narrowed even amidst the excited crowd.

"Cheer up, Rico," Brock said, leaning over to him, speaking loudly to be heard over the crowd. "C'mon, give the guy a chance. You can't judge him on how he looks alone."

"I can and I will." Rico said.

8-Bit grinned mischievously. Due to his height, he was standing on the seat next to Rico to watch the show. "Scared you might be replaced by the next model?" He asked.

Instead of answering, Rico reached behind  8-Bit, grabbed the top portion of his head, and pushed him forward so he was precariously on the edge of the chair.

"Stooop!" The arcade machine complained, trying to upright himself to no avail. Rico laughed.

Brock double-took and reprimanded them. "Hey! Behave yourselves. You're going to start something."

"Is everyone here ready to start!?" The announcer, Max, asked into the microphone. "Let me hear you cheer!"

Rico pushed 8-Bit back to normal in his chair as the crowd gave a resounding cheer.

"Glad to hear it!" Max grinned. "Before we get to the guts and glory of this event, I'd like to welcome back our opening act- Spectacular Stu!"

There he was, the top of the ramp. The spotlight made sure you wouldn't miss him. Rico rolled his eye as cheers resparked.

"If you were here last time, you'll know he took a nasty dive and got wrecked. But he's back and rollin' as smooth as ever!" Max assured them. "So without further ado, our very own Crash Robot!"

The Stuntdevil waved, pumping the crowd up even further. He spun in place, and geared up to rocket down the ramp.

He left tire marks on the top with a screech, and his engines revved. He had to pick up enough speed to make the jump through a lit ring, and over on the other ramp to make a loop.

Stu soared through the air and twisted through the fired-up hoop.

Even Rico had to admit that his aim was impressive. 8-Bit leaned in with awe as Stu stuck the landing on the second wooden ramp.

Oh, but wait-! Red flames trailed behind him, right on his cape, and traveled higher.

Stu looked back upon hearing the starting jeers of the audience. It was a good indicator of when something went wrong. "U-uh-oh..." he muttered to himself. He started to reach at the burning fabric to try and remove it, but he began to veer.

Stu began to panic. Was it more important to remove the flames and complete the loop, or get it off before it reached his main body-?

He didn't have time to decide. Stu made it up halfway through the first half, but was too far off-center and he flew right off the track.

He flailed, feeling the flames crawl up even further even as he began to fall.

He faceplanted, skidding and rolling a good amount of distance. At least the fire was put out.

"Ha, wow! That must be a world record of eating dirt!" He picked out from the crowd.

Cheers...for him..

His blue lens flickered and gave out.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

"Yes! There we go!" His vision flickered on and he saw Max over him. "Up and at 'em, Stu! There's someone who wants to greet you outside. He insisted, and I gotta go now. Careful, because you aren't really fixed yet. I'm up next with Surge, catch ya' later!" she caught him up, and waved bye as she practically flew out the door.

Stu sat up slowly, still feeling his processors warm up. Max and Surge's show was the third act. Ugh...

Wait. Someone wanted to see him? A fan?

He hopped up from where he lay. He glanced at the mirror on the way, stopped in his tracks. No, no, not presentable at all! His clothes were burnt.

The bot rolled back to the mirror and changed into a different suit as swiftly as he could.

White suit, red cape. He looked dashing.

Stu rolled to the door, and paused briefly. Great first impression. He flung the door open.

"H-h-how's it go-o-going, champ?" He asked gleefully, before seeing that it was.. another robot. Oh. Not what he was expecting. And one that looked similar to himself too. Wait, wasn't he... Rico?

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Stu looked at him blankly. That was it? Just a question? He looked around. Well, a fan's a fan. "L-l-looking for an autograph? Advice?" Stu laughed, and spun once. "No free pho-o-oo-photographs." He said.

Rico looked at the bot in concern. "You're sad..." he pointed out.

Stu jolted back. "Wh-at?"

"Blue Visor." Was the blunt response.

"Hahahaha. B-b-buddy. This," Stu pointed at himself. "Is blue tin-ti-tinted. Ever her-heard of fshh-fashion before?"

Rico was in disbelief. "Then explain the broken regulator for your voice box?"

Stu's eye narrowed at the word broken. "R-ru-de. I cou-ouUol-cou-ou..." Stu stopped himself, feeling...just horrible. He could handle the jibes included in a cheering crowd. But being picked on like this was just plain cruel. "N-n-ot ev-everyone can b-be as lul-lucky as you, can th-they?"

Rico blinked. "What do you mean?"

Stu rolled his eye. "Ric-Co. The ro-r-robot just adored by every-everybody. All you-ou had to do was wal-wa-walk up here a-nd the ress-st is histo-ory."

Rico shook his head. "Even if that were important to this situation, I worked hard to make friends... But that isn't important right now. We're discussing you." He reminded. "You can make them stop putting up so much hazards. Or walk out. They can't force you to stay."

"I cho-oo-ose to, Dummy." Stu griped.

Color him shocked. "Why?"

"They love me." Stu said. "Now sc-scram before I ca-call se-see-security on you."

The bot couldn't wrap his head around that. Love? Did he not hear the rude comments? The laughs and jabs? Being used? He couldn't even begin to imagine Brock and 8-Bit treating him like that and seeing it as praise.

You can't help those who don't want to be... but Rico didn't want to leave without any indication of getting through to him at least somewhat.

He stepped forward with his arms outstretched and pulled him in for a hug.

Stu froze, surprised. He couldn't process anything right now. He just stood there, being hugged for the first time.

After seconds of silence, Rico pulled away. "I'll leave now. We should keep in touch. If you want." He suggested.

"....I-if I c-can find t-ti-time for you, buddy." Stu shrugged. "I'm a v-very busy bot." He rolled backwards to enter his room, and shut the door.

Rico sighed. He's tried his best. If Stu truly wanted help, he would have to take the next step.

On the other side, Stu didn't know how to feel. He wheeled slowly across the room, and caught a glimpse of the mirror. He rolled over and looked at himself. He was happy with his role. Happy.

...Just the same, he could grace that fanbot with an appearance every so often. Make his day. That... sounded nice.

[yeppeojiwrites]

star//jung wooyoung

summary: you and wooyoung constantly look at the stars together. it won’t be long until wooyoung goes to be with the stars that he cherishes so much. 

genre: fluff and tragedy (character death)

pairings: gender neutral reader x wooyoung

word count: 2,016

a/n: i’ve decided to write something with wooyoung as a main character. the lyrics used are from the song “star” by heize. give it a listen as you read! this hurt to write but i hope you enjoy it. 

ellie <3

“isn’t it looking for me right now?

or is it avoiding me?”

“(Y/N)?” Wooyoung asked while staring at the night sky. 

“Hmm?” you responded, looking over at him. 

“Do you think the stars look for certain people?” he said, moving his attention from the sky to your face. 

You looked away and stared at the sky in thought, watching how the planes flew across the sky and how the stars seemed to twinkle if you stared at them for a certain amount of time. 

“What do you mean ‘‘look for people?’” you asked. He sat up and propped himself up on the soft fleece blanket with his arms. 

“Do you think that the stars shine for certain people? That they look for a person to shine for and hope that the person they’re shining for will look at them?”

“Maybe,” you considered. 

“When I go to the stars, I’ll shine for you,” Wooyoung smiled. You frowned slightly and sat up with him. 

“Jung Wooyoung, your cancer isn’t a death sentence,” you said, poking him. 

“(Y/N), it’s stage three Non-Hodgkins leukemia...it’s the deadliest cancer for someone our age.” he laughs dryly. 

“Exactly! It’s stage three, not stage four. You have an exponentially greater chance of survival, Wooyoung.” 

“You’re too optimistic, you have to think about what’s going to happen, (Y/N).” he scolds. 

“You’re too realistic, you have to think about what could happen, Wooyoung.” you said, mocking his tone. He shook his head. 

“I have doctor’s appointment tomorrow; the doctor wants to see how my treatment is going and if the cancer cells are being killed quickly enough. Do you want to come?” he asked you. You nodded. 

“Let’s go home, it’s late,” you suggested, standing up and holding out you hand to help pull him up from the blanket. His thin hands wrapped around your wrist as your fingers wrapped around his frail wrists. 

You sighed as you folded up the blanket. 

--

“this is just part of the journey.” 

“Wooyoung...I’m so sorry. The cancer is growing too quickly for the chemotherapy to work. There isn’t much that we’re able to do at this point.” the doctor said. You tried to grab Wooyoung���s hand but he moved it to place his face in his hands. 

He sighed and readjusted his cap before leaning back in his chair. “I expected this and I’m still disappointed,” Wooyoung laughed dryly. “I thought that when I stumbled over my words at my last job interview and failed to get a job that I had experienced the peak of being disappointed by the outcome of something but not surprised. I was wrong.” 

The doctor smiled grimly. “There are some final choices you will need to make, Wooyoung.” she said. 

“Do you know how much longer I have to live?” Wooyoung asked. The doctor swallowed and looked down at her hands that laid folded on the wooden desk in front of her. 

“According to the size of the lymphomas, not much longer. I would say about two to three months.” 

You felt your chest tighten at her words but Wooyoung continued to smile. “Is staying at home an option? I want to be comfortable.” Wooyoung asks. The doctor nods. 

“Your comfort is the most important. We’ll prescribe some medicine to help ease your pain, during the next couple of weeks.” the doctor states, smiling weakly. Wooyoung nodded. 

“Ms. Lee, it isn’t your fault. It’s just that...I wasn’t made to last. None of us were made to last for a very long time, but I wasn’t made to last at all.” Wooyoung reassures the doctor. 

“You’ve always been my favorite patient, Wooyoung.” she says, holding out her hand for Wooyoung to take. He takes it in his. 

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me over the past year and a half,” Wooyoung says, accenting his words with a shake of Ms. Lee’s hand. 

“It’s my job, Wooyoung. Take care, Wooyoung,” she says while looking at Wooyoung. She turns to you. “We have some resources available for you, (Y/N). If you’re interested in attending any support groups or a therapist, here’s some information.” she says, handing you a pamphlet. You nod and fold it so that it will be able to fit in the pocket of your jacket. 

“Take care, Ms. Lee,” Wooyoung says as he stands up. You stand up with him. 

“You as well, Wooyoung and (Y/N).” she says while standing up. 

You walk alongside Wooyoung to your car, your hand in his. When you finally reach the car, you hear light sniffles. You look over to see Wooyoung’s eyes filling with tears. 

“I don’t want to die, (Y/N). I’m so fucking afraid of dying and it’s coming closer and closer. I’m so scared, (Y/N).” he sobs. You pull him to you and he sobs into your shoulder. 

“What do I do, (Y/N)? What can I do?” He shakes with every word. You wipe away the tears that are running down your face. 

He shakes in your arms as you rub his back soothingly. The world seems to pass you by as the two of you are frozen in the moment, crying together in the parking lot of the cancer treatment center. 

--

“you’re fainter today

so this night is meaningless to me.” 

The next few weeks were tough as you watched Wooyoung deteriorate. He was unable to stand for small periods of time. His skin seemed to stretch tighter across his thinning muscles and sharp jaw. You could hear his breath rattle in his chest as he slept at night. 

His time was ending soon and both of you knew it. 

“Let’s go look at the stars tonight, (Y/N),” Wooyoung said with a raspy voice; a tired smile covering his face. 

You looked at him from across the table as you ate dinner. You were halfway finished with your bowl of soup, he had hardly touched his. 

“We haven’t gone in a while. Can we please go tonight?” Wooyoung pleaded, reaching across the table to cover your hand with his. You took his hand in yours as he smiled at you expectantly. You sighed and nodded, and he squeezed your hand lightly. 

“You can’t flake on me like you’ve done the past few days, Jung Wooyoung,” you said in a playfully serious tone. 

“I won’t,” he smiled. 

“Good. Now eat,” you said, gesturing to his plate. He spooned soup into his mouth and made a pleased sound. 

“Is this cream of chicken?” he asked. 

You sighed when you found Wooyoung laying in bed later that night. You figured that he was too tired to go see the stars, a common trend that seemed to only intensify over the past week. 

Maybe you would be able to take him to see the stars tomorrow. You didn’t like to look at the stars without him there with you. 

--

“i won’t ever let you go,

my shining star.” 

“Thank you for taking me out to see the stars, (Y/N),” Wooyoung said, his left cheek laying on your lap as the two of you laid on the soft blanket. 

“Anything for you, Wooyoung,” you replied as you rubbed his right cheek.  

“Before my time comes, I want to tell you some things,” he says. You sigh softly. 

“Go ahead,” you tell him. 

“I just want to thank you for being here with me during my final moments. You’ve been here since the beginning and I’m so grateful to have a (girl/boy/nb)friend as good as you by my side. You’ve made me dinner every night, you’ve taken care of me when I wasn’t able to take care of myself, and you moved in with me and took time off work in order to take care of me constantly...” Wooyoung trailed off, sniffling. “I don’t think there’s anything I can do to repay you, (Y/N).” his voice sounded thicker. You felt his tears seep through the material of your pants. 

“You don’t need to repay me, Wooyoung.” you said, sliding your thumb under his eye to wipe away his tears. When you went to pull you hand away to wipe you own tears, he held your hand in place. 

“In a short time, I’ll be shining among the stars that we love so much, (Y/N),” his voice wavered. “I know you love me just as much as I love you, but you’re going to need to let me go soon. You’ll find someone better than me, someone healthier than me.” 

You shook your head. “I don’t want to let you go, Wooyoung. A world without you in it is a world I don’t want to be part of.” you replied, a tear streaming down your cheek. Wooyoung reached a shaky hand up to wipe away your tear. 

“Baby, I’ll always be with you. All you have to do is look up,” he said with a sad smile. “I’ll be your shining star. I’ll shine for you and be the brightest star in the night sky.” You held his hand to your cheek, feeling the faint warmth radiating off of his hands. 

“I love you so much, Jung Wooyoung,” you smiled down at him. 

“I love you even more, (Y/N).” he replied. 

The two of you looked at the sky together. 

--

“what if you can’t hear my song 

because you’re too far away?” 

“I’m back again, Wooyoung,” you announce as you unfold your blanket and place it on the ground. 

“I look at the sky sometimes to talk to you but I figured I should talk to you here as well,” you tell him as you lay down on the blanket. You raise your arm up to run your fingers along one of the Os engraved in the tombstone. 

“You’re so far away...I’m so used to being near you.” you reminisced. 

“Can you hear me?” you asked no one. 

“I probably look crazy,” you laughed at yourself. 

“I miss you, Wooyoung,” 

--

“won’t it be looking at me?

is that star looking at me too?

at me?” 

“(Y/N)?” Byounggon called to get your attention, five years later. You lifted your head up from his chest to look at him. He was still looking up at the night sky.

“Hmm?” 

“Do you think about Wooyoung?” he asked you. You laid your head back down on his chest, your ear over his heart. 

“Sometimes,” you sighed. “We grew up together and he was a large part of my life...until he wasn’t anymore.”

“Do you miss him?” Byounggon asked, tracing the shell of your ear with his fingertip. 

“Of course. That’s why I sit outside at night when the stars are visible or when I just need to calm down,” you start. “Wooyoung loved the stars a lot. Before he passed, he promised me he would shine for me and that he would be the brightest star.” 

“Which one do you think he is?” Byounggon asked. 

“Which what?” you asked him in a confused tone.

“Which star do you think he is?” 

You looked at the star you had been focused on all night and pointed at it. 

“Do you see the bright one over there? It’s a little bigger than the others.” Byounggon’s eyes followed where your finger was pointed and scanned the small area before seeing the bright star you were talking about. 

“Hello, Wooyoung,” Byounggon greeted. You giggled softly. 

“I hope I’m taking care of (Y/N) almost as well as you did,” he sighed. “You and I both know how much of a handful (he/she/they) is/are.” You hit his chest lightly. 

“You’re so annoying.” you mumbled. Byounggon laughed. 

“(Y/N) sometimes tells me that I would have liked you because the two of you were so similar. If you’re anything like them, I guarantee that we would have been close friends.” 

“I love (Y/N) a lot. Thank you for making (Y/N) the wonderful person that they are today. They’re a wonderful person because they know you.” 

“I think he heard you,” you tell Byounggon. 

“What do you mean?” Byounggon asked. 

“He’s shining a little brighter.” you respond. 

He does look at me, you think to yourself. 

[spell-cleaver]

Uhhhh Star Wars modern navy au where the falcon is just a really fast houseboat, thanks for coming to my ted talk

[Sorry this took me so long to complete.]

Quick disclaimer: I know nothing about engineering. I know nothing about houseboats. I know nothing about the navy. So, uhhh, I doubt very much the ideas I brainstormed with my friend (who at least knows a teeny tiny bit about the British Navy, nothing about any other countries’) really fit with your marvellous idea, but this is what we came up with:

So, apparently the navy has these things called Royal Research Ships which are basically mapping boats which I think help map the coastline for OS maps and such (a good chance I’m wrong there) and are just used for scientific research. Because these voyages tend to be very long, it naturally acts sort of like a houseboat because people have to be living on it for weeks and months at a time, just… observing and mapping the coast, I suppose. (This is the only way I could think of to get a houseboat into the navy.)

Now imagine that this is a boat in a modern-era-inspired world that’s not this world (because I refuse to deal in actual international politics when I’m writing fandom stuff.) Han signed up to join the Republic Navy for adventure! Excitement! Also to escape his awful hometown of Corellia, but no one can blame him. He passes all his training, is great in a crisis, but mouths off to a few too many important people (because even in a world where Palpatine holds off his plans for total dominion until Han’s 30ish, the Republic’s still pretty corrupt) and gets assigned to a Republic Research Ship called something boring like the RRS Valorum III.

Han hates it.

He’s a guy who’s looked for action and adrenaline his whole life, only to be dumped on a ship where all he can do is stare at scenery. No mortal danger. No one shooting at him. No battles. Of course he hates it. He’s not the only one.

Because apparently there are quite a few people the higher ups don’t want in the main navy, and they all got thrown onto one unimaginatively named boat bound for some fascinating ice floes in a wasteland called Hoth. 

Truly, none of them can wait to get there.

Slightly mollified by the fact that he’s not the only miserable person on board and also the fact that at least he’s the one they gave the captaincy to, Han decides to at least try to make the most of a bad situation.

He likes Chewbacca. He’s the only one with any actual experience and Han has no idea why he’s not the captain, but the guy’s nice and can keep everyone else in line.

The twins are utter menaces. As far as Han can tell, there was nothing wrong with their record at the Academy, they’re both incredibly bright and good at what they do, but there’s a tense political climate between the Chancellor of the Republic, the military, and something about Separatists. Luke and Leia’s mother is a senator and their father’s high up in the navy, so by their combined efforts to keep their reckless twins safe the two were dumped on the most boring, uneventful trip the navy had.

There are some other people, but they’re not as important to the plot.

(I don’t know how many people crew these ships and I couldn’t find it anywhere, so I’m going to say it’s a small number for plot convenience, and if it’s not, well then, it’s AU.)

They’re perhaps a week into the voyage—with Han thoroughly sick of the general crew, some of the more insufferable cartographers and scientists, and particularly the twins and their idiosyncrasies—when he decides that something’s wrong with the engine (it’s not) and he decides to go down to fix it.

Turns out Luke has already got there and seems to be tinkering with something. Han doesn’t know what it is—it looks like a long range transmitter; maybe he misses his parents (or wants to shout at them some more for dumping him on a boring boat)—and doesn’t really care. He goes straight to “fixing” the engine.

After a while, Luke joins him. 

At some other point, Leia comes down to help as well, leaving an irate Chewbacca above decks to deal with the rest of the crew. They tinker with the engine some more, and somehow they find they can make it go faster.

Chewie is not pleased with this discovery.

That doesn’t dissuade them. They keep tinkering, and keep going faster. 

RRSs aren’t supposed to go that fast. That doesn’t dissuade them either.

By the time they realise just how fast they’re going, Han’s grown somewhat fond of his stingy research ship, despite the disappointing lack of explosions. It’s nowhere near as polished as the name Valorum III implies, considering this is an old ship that’s seen a great many research missions and is (to put it politely) barely sailing. It’s rougher and more lived-in, and they all love it by now. Boring as it is, keeping it together is a stimulating challenge in itself.

They decide to rename it.

Han’s suggestion of the Millennium Falcon is shot down by absolutely everyone, but he pulls rank on them and that’s that.

By now, Chewie isn’t the only one who’s horrified at the gratuitous changes Han and the twins have wrought. They don’t care. They’re still doing their jobs, and it’s not like they’re even using the super-fast speed they’re getting, otherwise it would interfere with the mapping of the coastline, so. They keep going.

Everyone is thankful for it after Hoth.

The ice sheets and floes extend for miles beyond the actual snowy landmass that is Hoth. It’s summer when they reach the outskirts, so most of them are broken up and they can chart a course through the icebergs. The equipment and sensors are all going mad trying to plot it all, but the Falcon gets through.

They’ve finished and are on the way back when they start picking up odd signals.

They’re encrypted, and seem military somehow. But the Falcon and her crew are supposed to be the only people from the military for at least a hundred miles. Who wants to fight someone out here?

Against literally everyone else’s advice, Han decides to investigate, and finally makes contact with the unknown senders. They’re nearby, they can all tell that much. 

Han introducing them over the comms as the Millennium Falcon probably saves their lives.

After all, it is not a recognisably Republic name. By now, the ship is beaten up enough to not be recognisably Republic either. They make it far enough into the ice floes, Han stalling entertaining the mysterious adversaries while everyone else on the ship stands on guard, watching and mapping and documenting the scopes, hands clenched on the controls ready to get the hell out of there the moment it gets dangerous. No one know what’s going to happen, and they’re just an itty bitty research ship. The best chance they have if things get nasty is to skedaddle.

Meanwhile, Han is making some strides in this conversation (he privately thinks he missed his calling as a negotiator) when Leia rolls her eyes and takes over. She charms them a lot faster, and gets three key pieces of information:

The person she is talking to is a gentleman named Count Dooku.

They are a base of people who admit to being… dissatisfied… with the Republic.

They call themselves Separatists.

That’s all Leia really needs to know at that point, already contemplating everything her parents could do with this information, when the people monitoring the scopes come up with something alarming: the base they’re being herded and invited towards is massive, teeming with ships and life forms.

An entire army, perhaps. With the weapons to match.

Han doesn’t take any more convincing to turn the ship around and get out of there. Leia’s managed to get enough information out of them; they don’t need to stay any longer, especially if they’re all gonna die—

Five Separatist ships give chase.

The Falcon leaves them in the dust. 

They’re going fast. Faster than fast, and they’re pushing the limits of what Han and the twins had rigged into the engine and they’re practically flying.

They make it back to the base at Coruscant in record time. They get given some flak for not finishing their mission to the absolute best of their abilities, but everyone shuts up when they hear what they have to say.

They’d found the Separatist base.

They get questioned an debriefed and questioned some more. Han doesn’t see Chewie or the twins for several weeks afterwards—he presumes Luke and Leia are with their parents for at least some of that time—but then new orders come in. An attack is to be launched on the base—or, what’s left of it after the Separatists started to evacuate. The Falcon is to be examined and copied—her speed is apparently an advantage the government won’t pass up. And Luke, Han and Leia, as the people who originally worked such magic on her, are to oversee the process.

The part Han is excited about: there might be an entire fleet of ships like her. 

A fleet of houseboats, from a certain point of view. It would be great.

(So long as he gets to keep the Falcon.)

[rachwritesow-blog]

i hope your asks are still open dkdk but can i request an os w/ hanzo. its a bit specific but they met each other at a familly business thingy and the girl is wearing deep red lipstick and they're kinda forced to stay together so they began talking a bit and it got flirty and hanzo just goes like "does your lipstick let marks ?" and she's like "why don't you try ?" its messy sorry dldk but i got the idea and idk, ily

Here you are!

Word Count: 1490 words.

~Fic is under the cut~

Being involved in your parents business was never your favorite thing in the world, but sometimes it had its perks. Tonight, for example, your parents had been invited to a lavish party by none other than the infamous Shimada Clan to do some business. Neither one of them would let on to what was going to be involved, but they invited you to go as well if you wished. You took them up on their offer since you had heard that this party was incredibly high class and you were basically just given a free ticket. You thought you might as well go now in case you never got the chance again.

Donning a white dress, heels and your favorite red lipstick, you entered the venue and looked around. The building was beautiful and decorated eloquently for the occasion. The slow music from the band in the main hall danced around the room, filling the ears of the partygoers. Some people sat at tables with their group or wandered around the area, mingling with others. You followed your parents to a table and sat down. Their meeting wasn’t until later, so you all had some time to get settled in.

“So,” you began. “What’s this big meeting all about anyways?”

“Business. Things that are not your concern, Y/N,” your father says.

“Right, right. So why did you let me come again?”

“I thought it was something that would interest you, dear. Just stay out of trouble,” your mom chuckles.

You roll your eyes and return your focus to the party. Your parents often tried to keep their work from you. You weren’t sure if it was to protect you or if they just didn’t want you involved. Most days you didn’t mind, but sometimes it frustrated you with how little they trusted you with. You were their only child, after all. Why couldn’t they be a little more trusting?

After dinner had finished, you excused yourself from the table to let your parents have their little discussion. It really was a wonderful occasion. The hosts were some rich people that you didn’t know, and they sold tickets to this event to the highest bidders. How your parents managed to get them free, you had no idea. Whatever this meeting was about, it must’ve been pretty important if it warranted giving us free entry. These tickets never came cheap. Everybody here was dressed eloquently and spoke in a sophisticated voice. Being the daughter of two of the biggest crime bosses in the world, you felt a little out of place. Not to mention, it seemed that you were the only person in your age group who was attending this party. Everybody else you had seen was at least fifteen to twenty years older than you.

You made your way onto the balcony area and gazed up at the sky, taking in the beauty of the evening. The stars hung high in the sky above you, illuminating the dark void of the rest of the universe. The air of the cool spring evening surrounded you as you stargazed, no longer paying attention the the event. The music and commotion coming from inside eventually faded into background noise.

“You must be Y/N,” you hear, suddenly ripped from your daze.

You turn around and are met with a man, slightly taller than you, but looking similar to you in age. He is dressed elegantly for the event.

“Yes that’s me, and who might you be?” you question.

“Hanzo Shimada, I believe your parents are meeting with my father to discuss some business. I saw you with them earlier.”

“Oh, yes. I was with them earlier, but my parents like to do their work by themselves, so I figured I’d give them some privacy. What about you? Shouldn’t you be with your father?”

“I have no place in this discussion tonight, so I will wait for him to be finished. I saw you when I walked by and decided to introduce myself. I feel our families will be seeing each other more frequently after tonight.”

“Yes, it does seem that way. Whatever they are doing seemed very important.”

Your conversation is interrupted by a waiter approaching the two of you. He holds a platter with numerous filled glasses.

“Can I interest either of you in a drink?” he asks.

“Of course,” Hanzo replies. “This is a celebration, after all.”

He takes two glasses, one of which he offers to you. You take it out of his hand with a smile. The waiter moves on to other partygoers.

“A toast,” Hanzo says. “To a future of successful business between our families.”

“Agreed.”

You raise your glasses to each other before taking a sip of the beverage. You suddenly felt very official, being dressed up all nice at this fancy party and toasting to the future of your respective businesses. It made you hold your head a little higher and feel more daring than you usually would.

After talking for a while with Hanzo, the two of you decided to spend the remainder of the evening together as it was assured that both of your parents would be busy. You had both finished your drinks and wandered inside, continuing your conversation. Your ears picked up the sound of the band playing again, and your attention turned to the ballroom floor for a moment.

“Beautiful music, is it not?” Hanzo asks. “These musicians are very talented indeed.”

“I agree, and look at everyone dancing. It seems everyone is having a good time.”

“Yes, they do seem to be enjoying themselves.”

There are a few moments of silence as you and Hanzo take in the other guests dancing and enjoying the slow melody of the music. You found yourself swaying back and forth gently as you listened.

“Y/N, would you do me the pleasure of joining me for a dance?” he asks.

You turn to him, slightly taken aback.

“Me? Are you sure?”

“Of course. It would be a shame to come to such an occasion and not have even one dance, and, after all, I do have the perfect partner,” he says, smiling.

That comment makes warmth crawl onto your face. You stutter a bit, trying to figure out what to say. He just smirks and offers you his arm. You take it and he leads you out onto the dance floor. The two of you find a nice spot and turn to face each other. He takes your left hand in his right, and snakes his other around your lower back. You place your hand on his shoulder as the two of you start to sway gently back and forth to the music. He looks down at you and smiles.

“I must say, you are dresses very beautifully tonight,” Hanzo says, suddenly.

“Oh, well thank you. I really love this dress and I finally had an excuse to wear it again,” you reply, blushing.

“It pairs well with the lipstick you chose. I think they are an excellent pair.”

You give a slight chuckle and glance up into his eyes. He looked handsome as well, but you couldn’t really find the words for it at the moment. You were too starstruck to even think, let alone speak.

“I must ask,” he chuckles. “Does it stay on or does it leave marks? As far as I know, most girls who wear bold colors say it comes off.”

“Hmm, why don’t you find out?”

He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow. You felt daring when you thought of that, but hearing it come out of your mouth just drowned you in embarrassment. The flirty feelings you were experiencing only moments before suddenly turned to shame. You felt your face go from bright red to pale white in a matter of seconds.

“Uh, I mean…”

You scrambled to find a reasonable explanation for what you had just said, but nothing came to mind. You looked up to meet his gaze again when his lips suddenly met yours. It took you a second to realize what was happening, but when you did, you closed your eyes and relaxed into his arms. He let his your hand go and used his now free hand to pull you closer. You took your hands and put them gently on either side of his face. The two of you remained there for a few seconds, letting the gentle music float around you. He pulled away gently, and only then did you see how red his face was. Yours was probably the same way, but if it was, he didn’t comment on it.

“What was that for?” you ask, breathless.

“I wanted to find out,” he replies, smirking.

You giggle and press your head into his shoulder, embracing him. He pulls you closer into his arms as the two of you continue sharing a gentle dance on this now wonderful night.

[kessielrg]

[MNo9] Little Sister

aka, I Want Another Little Sister! A Short Complaint Story by Cryosphere

Summary: Something I promised three-some years ago, the backstory for Cryo's 'Little Sister' in Pier Pressure: Ever since Dynatron, Cryo's been craving to have another little sister. After Avi is announced, along with the bombshell that Dr. White may not make any more female Mighty Numbers, Cryo runs away and forms a bond with the oddest of things: an old Cabbage Patch doll.

Rating: K+

Word count: 2,057 words

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Cryosphere could never explain why, but she had always liked the idea of having little sisters. It must have started after Dynatron was finished -the two had hit it off rather well on first impressions- and that helped fuel Cryo's desire for more.

Then Seismic was created. Now, don't get her wrong, Cryo really does love Mighty Number Four and his hugs are bar none. But after his first handful of Battle Colosseum wins, Mic's head started to inflate and his attitude became unbearable. For several months, Mic was not someone Cryo (or anyone else for that matter) wanted to be around; it wasn't until Pryogen's old friend, Troilus, took Seismic down single handedly at what seemed to be a curb-stomp battle in Mic's favor. (And it was, just not for Mic.) After that, Mighty Number Four calmed down a bit and became the best brother to hug in times of hugging emergencies. Cryo liked that, it worked despite Mic not being a girl.

And then Battalion was created. When Doctor White told the Mighty Numbers about Bat's basic theme, Cryo already knew that Mighty Number Five was going to be assigned as a boy. She was annoyed then, the ratio between the two genders were now in favor of the guys; and when you want more sisters than brothers, it will make you incredibly irritable. Cryo wasn't even subtle about her dismay either. She'd tell Dyna, sometimes she'd even tell Pyrogen. But when she got a hold of Doctor White himself? He'd have to force her out of the room -or tell her a lie that seemed to soothe her for the moment- before she would even remotely leave him alone.

Now the Professor was starting to shut himself away from the world again. He always did this when he was about to reveal a new Mighty Number- which means that Cryo always filled up with hope for a new sister.

“The odds are literally 50/50 Cryo.” Pyrogen told her as she paced outside the professor's door, waiting for him to come out with the blueprint for the new Mighty Number. “You need to relax a little.”

“I'm so perfectly 'chill'-ed that I'm getting goosebumps!” Cryo replied with an ecstatic giggle. “Don't tell me to 'cool' off when you're the hot head!”

Mighty Number One let out a small chuckle. “Just don't get too excited this time, you nearly blew one of your cooling regulators last time.”

But Cryo chose to ignore him, deterring the subject by asking, “'Water' you want Pyro?”

“Doesn't matter to me, I'm just glad our family is growing.” Pyrogen decided. “Besides, with current trends, at least one of us at some point will be nonbinary, so it shouldn't matter what the gender OS is.”

“Why do you have to be such a 'wet' blanket?” Cryosphere whined, making the sound of sticking her tongue out at him, despite him not being able to see it from under her helmet.

“Just trying to keep you from 'burning' out.” Number One mused with a smirk. Despite being a pun appreciator, Cryosphere let out a groan of disgust just as Doctor White came out from his private lab.

“What's the news, Professor?” Pyrogen asked his creator, smiling a little. Cyrosphere turned around and gave Doctor White a rather unexpected hug.

“So Professor,” Cyro immediately -and very sweetly- inquired, “Boy or a girl?”

It took the human a moment to realize what Number Two was asking, and with a sigh, he told her.

. . .

There was no other way to describe it: Cryosphere was pissed. And boy, she really didn't want anyone to leave her vacancy without them knowing too. After learning about the situation, Bat and Mic did their best to stay out of her way but Dyna and Pyro remained to try to soothe her.

“It isn't fair!” Cryosphere complained for the umpteenth time. “Why does the Professor have to make only boy Mighty Numbers? What's wrong with girl Numbers, huh?!”

“What izzz that one zzzaying?” Dyna teased. “You get what you get, and you do not throw a fit?”

“Shut up!” she snapped.

“Cryosphere!” Pyrogen snapped back.

“Pyrogen!” replied the irritable second Mighty Number. The two then gave each other a heated glare before Pyro finally said,

“We need to talk. Alone.”

Cryo huffed, but said nothing against it so the two bid Dyna farewell and went to find a place where they could be alone. Number Two huffed the entire way there with her arms folded in annoyance. Pyrogen wasn't falling for it in the slightest.

“Cryosphere, you have no reason to be acting like this.” Pyrogen then proceeded to chastise. “It's fine to be upset, but when are you going to realize that the Professor will design whatever he wants for us Mighty Numbers? Our genders are, for the most part, cosmetic extensions to our main purpose. We're lucky that the Professor is even able to create more of us- isn't that the most important part for you?”

Cryo looked away from her brother before letting out a defiant mumble of, “No...”

“Cryosphere,” Pyro eventually sigh in defeat, “Just… Just grow up.”

Hearing this, the second oldest Mighty Number almost broke down in tears. Of course Pyrogen would never understand he wants and desires- he never asked for anything because he was just so boring in trying to be the perfect role model for all the Mighty Numbers. He didn't know, he wouldn't understand, and knowing that made Cryosphere even more angry. After some time of trying to hold back her frustration and bitterness, Cryosphere looked at Pyrogen to darkly say,

“Now I know why my nickname's Cryo, it's because I Cryo-lot!”

Mighty Number One's expression softened. “Cryosphere, you know that's not true.”

“It is! It is!” the robot insisted before fleeing.

“Cryo!” Pyrogen called after her, but the name fell on deaf ears and Cryosphere ran as far as she could away from her family.

She wasn't even sure how she did it, but Cryo had found herself in the middle of a festival in Darlington, Maryland. It was apparently an annual thing and they made a big deal about apples, or something? Cryo didn't care, she was away from the rest of her family to even worry about whatever autumn rituals humans had. At least she wasn't far from the Susquehanna here, she could go ice skating later. Creating ice flows in active water ways always made Crysosphere feel better.

She then figured, if she was going to be near humans, then she had to remove her helmet, water tank, and replace her nozzles for actual hands before going further in. So that was what she did; her helmet and tank were tossed on the ground and she retracted her nozzles to reform into thin, but still robotic looking, hands with five little fingers. Unfamiliar to the mere idea of fingers, Cryosphere had some humor with hers by wiggling them for awhile before moving onward.

It didn't take much for Cyrosphere to move with the wave of humans. Just like a tide, she moved with them as they pushed and pulled against each other as they moved across the cleared street to gather at various vendor tents. Here and there Cyro would see a fellow robot, but most of them weren't as sophisticated as she was, or the other bots she knew at the Battle Colosseum. They were simple machines, designed to make a disabled human's life easier than anything else- and those were the bots that she disliked the most. If you didn't give them a personality, then why bother making a robot?

Letting out an annoyed huff, Cyrosphere happened to look up as she walked by a vendor tent with vintage Barbies and American Girl dolls on display. She only gave it a quick glance at first, but then she looked again at a doll that didn't look like the others. The little doll was fair skinned, with rooted brown yarn for hair. The vinyl head was slightly squished near the left eye- the paint on the eyes themselves were slightly scratched and worn from many playtimes in the past. There was no denying that the eyes were colored a dark blue though, and that was what Cryosphere found that she was so drawn to. Carefully, Mighty Number 2 picked the doll up off the table and sat down on the ground to look at it further. The doll's body was made of some kind of fabric and stuffed with something super soft and squishy. After a few test pokes, Cryo found herself giving the doll a small hug.

It was nothing like Mic's hugs, but it seemed just as comforting.

That was were Cryosphere remained for a good hour after, up until her family was able to track her down again. The festival goers didn't pay much attention to her as she cooed at the doll, telling it her life story, as many thought that she was the vendor's daughter or something. The vender themselves thought that Cryo was just a lost child waiting for their parents to come back around, so they allowed her to stay there. It's not like she was doing any harm anyway. No one seemed to recognize her as a Mighty Number though. Weird; they must not have cable.

Cryo has been so enraptured by the doll that she didn't even flinch when Dr. White suddenly shouted “Cryosphere!” when he saw her, and instead scaring a few people that happened to be next to him at the time. When he was closer, Dr. White once more snapped, “Mighty Number Two!”

This succeeded in startling Cryo, making her quickly scramble to her feet and declare in shock, “Dr. White!” Her surprise was short lived when she saw that Pyrogen had joined Dr. White, and her sour attitude returned at the reminder of a broken promise that never was.

“What?” Cryosphere snapped. “No Bat?”

“I assure you that he is nearby.” Dr. White affirmed, “He can't be near this large of a concentration of humans. I'm sure you're aware of how easily he'll cause a public panic?”

“Sure, sure.” Number Two huffed before turning her attention back to the doll.

“Crysophere, stop sassing the professor!” Pyrogen snapped. To Dr. White he apologized, “I'm sorry professor, this is all my fault.”

Beyond exasperated at this point, Dr. White rubbed the bridge of his nose before saying, “This isn't your fault Number One. However, I do not see why she expects there to be more female Numbers when she's more trouble than she's worth! Even Number Three wouldn't act like this.”

Cryo flinched at this, absently tracing her fingers through the doll's hair. That was when she had remembered she was holding the old doll and making the quick decision to change the subject by presenting it to her brother and creator.

“This is my little sister.” Cryosphere told them in a matter-of-fact tone. “If you're not going to build any more female Numbers, then let me have this dollie as my sister instead. I won't go back until you say yes professor!”

For a rather long amount of time, Dr. White looked at his creation as if she had suddenly decided to speak a different language.

“How much for the doll?” Dr. White then asked the vendor as he started to get out his wallet.

“Dunno,” the vendor teased, “That Cabbage Patch Kid has been in my family for two generations- it might be worth quite a bit if you ask me.”

Dr. White raised a very unamused eyebrow.

“20 bucks.” the vendor told him.

“Thank you.” the professor agreed, getting out the cash needed. Knowing that she was going to keep the doll, Cryosphere let out an ecstatic squeal as she hugged the doll once more.

“You're all mine now!” she happily said to the doll. “Oh…! I love you so much, my new little sister! I do! I do! I do!”

“Are you happy now?” Pyrogen asked her with his arms crossed. He still wasn't amused with her, but there was little he could do about it now.

Cryosphere didn't answer because she was too preoccupied with the doll. “I'm going to call you Kaberi, Kabi for short! Cryosphere and Kaberi, Cryo and Kabi! Oh, we'd make the perfect team!!”

[mega-reaver-pan-90-2-16]

Sky Moon of Floowebtra

Data: The Eldest of the Moon Siblings Younge Sky and her Elderly Uncle Clipo took on the important responciblity of raising her large litter of younger siblings in the Abcents of her missing parents. Young Sky however would not stay grounded forever as she always had a dream of going to distant worlds in space. This dream would be realised as her home planet is getting over populated and the demand for new habitable homes is on the rise. She sighn up for Space Camp at the age of 13 and soon in her mid teens be selected for the imporant Mission of Preparing Planet Izikan for terraforming and Setlle ment. There was also the matter of maybe trying to save the colapsing enviroment of Magtus 2. After All Mobias 2 is just to far from home. So she left Uncle Clipo and the eldest of her younger siblings incharge of things as she ventures off on her lifes mission and on new adventures. Course there are some sped bumps along the way in the form of side missions and goals set upon her by higher officials. She would bourd many ships too with one of the most fasniating being the Floowebtra a Bio Cyborganic ship Engineered and created on the Planet Magtus 1. Here she met the Brilliant Dr Sam Flaint who maintain the ship and who also is responcable for the creation of the Clone Avatar Experiment which allows people to be cloned so that even if their origanal bodies are lost their Minds and souls can be instantly transfured to a new vassle. Upon this ship and others Moon Sky has become Aquainted with many differant people who travle into space as well as natives to some of the planets she has visited. She has met many people including Latch the Jackle, an AI named Nichole 5 and a Hedgehog name....OH! DID I forget to mention silly me hehehe She also posses an Interesting Ability to alter her Gravity and increase her spead. When  outside a ship in space there are speacial Light Teathers that can be used to allow one to travle at great lengths. This is a god way to provide a life line that can't be snagged or broken in space. She also has a Flight pack that doubles as an Oxegen tank. Speacial portal techknowledgy allows for Air to warped into the tank when drawing low.  However she still needs to avoid getting to out of range. Int also important to make sure the portal fuctions are fuctional and so trying not to use them to much is important for not draining battery power. So watching Oxygen levels  and not over using the  Air Portal feature is pretty Important. A speacial Bubble Helmate is speacialy generated to maintain an Atmosphere as well as provide protection for the head from debrii. However if need be a special back up helmat can be slid into place incase of -Power malfuction. However the Battery System is a Magnet Mother Mok 9 so One could float out in space for years before running out. Life isn't all fun and games however , spacecomes with dangersous advisaries and monsters. Inthese recent years the biggest enemy is Among us hiding and waiting commit hainess deeds. From traitors, to Malfuctioning machines, to rouge mutants, to corrupted clones to shape shifters and other menacing  charecters. And that's just the people. I know what your thinking if Cloning exists why hasn't Sky Moon's parents been brought back as such? One requires a Soul mind link connection and most importantly DNA. The Moon couple's fate is a mystory with no real truth as to if they are alive or dead. I still have others to reveal too like more on those earlier mentioned and still have yet to name her siblings and parents. Well those names are . _STATIC_STATIC_ZZZZZ Sorry there was a malfuntion in the communication what was I talking about again? huh HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?! wait what are you............................. _static--------------------------------------------------------------

Art facts:

The Ship, Sky Moon the Rabbit, the back ground were all done seprately and the Light Life Line and the Bubble Helmate were all added in as I brough all 3 together. I aslo recustomised her Oxygen Tank into her Flight pack inoder to make it all fit with her bUbble Helmate more.

Sky Moon came first so then I made the back ground to compliment her (Ironic?) and then the Ship was ofcourse needed to be added in so she could fit in her enviroment more. This ship went though alot of evolution before it was ready. I was honestly owrried I'd never have a ship for her at all. To be honest this wasn't the ship I origanal Invision for her but as I was playign around I liked the look of this ship and how it has this almost organic look as well as metalic. It even has this wortish bubble like spore like domes that I could imagine people being able to look out into space through. Aswell as being strong enough to resist space debree. I would basicly just be molding shapes in Muro making shapes root and weave into others like I was playing with clay or something.

As for the background I simple did alot oif blending, clipping and played around with creating weird shapes as well. Basicly first I made one Backgroun calledWhisful Night Skies which almost became something else entirely but then I zoomed in one spot that looked more interesting than the rest and then started playing with it. Then in a save file I played around even more until I got a more galaxy looking background with some ovrtexes and stars in the back ground.

Flootwebta non Flat

Whisful Galaxy

Whisful Night Skies Prototype for Whisful Galaxy

Floobwebta

Gorganchi Precurser to Floowebtra

Sky Moon the Space Bun

SkyMoon of the Floowebtra With out the Green Light

Music

StarCraft OST youtu.be/pNt0iVG2VOA

Emperor Battle of Dune Sountrack youtu.be/HJgdp4uhSbs

Legend of Zelda Synthwav vapor wave youtu.be/TZawqWnFQ3w

Among Us Main theme youtu.be/o7oKN3IkO4M

KP8BIT youtu.be/-l4ZmmsseIc

Hope is like a Christmas Tree youtu.be/iZxIdqZfEV8

Skyrim Night Ambiance Soundtrack youtu.be/aK4JSwhdcdE

Moon Rises Instromental youtu.be/YYB2ff4Hlqk

Sega Genisis Storm Eagul youtu.be/F28uArEvtxI

Spore Galaxy Ambiance youtu.be/xZPQbeAnQ0E

Robocop youtu.be/Kb1_38445vA

Metroid Relaxing Ambiance and rain youtu.be/sxyOL0YjZA0

WilyKit Lulabye youtu.be/SpxEwdtO6bI

Spore Planet Ambiance youtu.be/k9VbS3m5bIU

Me and My Broken Heart youtu.be/kn2vTBo9-gs

ObanStar racers ending youtu.be/0Sj8oF_HYmE

OS Never say Never youtu.be/hZ9YTr8gBPI

SMG bALL rOLLING youtu.be/Rjxr952u6kU?listL7C…

SMG bEACH bOW uNDERWATER youtu.be/fBCfRSFhQlI?listL7C…

smg Space Fantasy youtu.be/xbsFA47wCeU?listL7C…

smg Bowsers Star Reacter youtu.be/cu-wr9uCQ0w?listL7C…

smg sPACE JUNK Galaxy youtu.be/EuYNxzSFRk8?listL7C…

SMG Blue Sky Athletics youtu.be/aLHETS20jw0?listL7C…

SMG  kING kALIENTA youtu.be/YdGuT0nnd64?listL7C…

SMG hONEY hIVE gALAXY youtu.be/a14CoCfwmCY?listL7C…

SMG cOMET oBSERVATORY youtu.be/8iqMMGNixvk?listL7C…

SMG Star Chance youtu.be/Bl0G3L4ZXG0?listL7C…

smg Pipe Enterior youtu.be/feoYJwnJkfM?listL7C…

SMG To The Gate Way youtu.be/zcjtjGCWDGY?listL7C…

SMG Observation Dome youtu.be/Dnq51KVXJQA?listL7C…

SMG cATASTROPHY youtu.be/dcxNJVPvRwU?listL7C…

SMG luma youtu.be/LY_qs-ra_88?listL7C…

SMG Overture youtu.be/Z0MFN_gTFM8?listL7C…

SMG bOWSER jr youtu.be/smfAA6NN5Cs?listL7C…

SMG Bowser Appears youtu.be/Ph6Qav-wQBg?listL7C…

SMG Bunny Chasing youtu.be/eFM46bDPY5o?listL7C…

SMG sHADOW comet youtu.be/F9gOPrgLZrU?listL7C…

SMG  Deep Dark Galaxy youtu.be/qcWp7wTMO5Y?listL7C…

SMG kAMELLA youtu.be/_f1-cPDm8FQ?listL7C…

SMG Ball Rolling 2 youtu.be/Rcrsi3538eM?listL7C…

SMG gREAT kOOPA kING youtu.be/HNCSn77HtBE?listL7C…

SMG Sad Story youtu.be/zNxRNSCGvaY?listL7C…

SMG Melty Motlen Galaxy youtu.be/qJsXoRYptG8?listL7C…

SMG Flying Mario youtu.be/jihuc5ffhfI?listL7C…

SMG finaly battle youtu.be/hv4oRt79AP0?listL7C…

SMG Bowser Choir

smg Dawn a New Morning youtu.be/YzBsSqnWUzg?listL7C…

SMG youtu.be/wTrXEobdx2I?listL7C…

lUMA'S tHEME BY gUIDSTOCK youtu.be/gI-GcwHBaMg

PVSL Espella's Theme youtu.be/Iapf7Adg3nE?listLz5…

PVSL Court room Lounge youtu.be/Kk-41BWJ-_4?listLz5…

PVSL Suspence youtu.be/VSqysaXAnRQ?listLz5…

pvsl  Cross Examination youtu.be/M9dv9V7WwGg?listLz5…

PVSL Confess Truth youtu.be/H5khFZckcOo?listLz5…

PVSL  Court Room Magic youtu.be/DD4VCSyUMr8?listLz5…

PVSL Cornered youtu.be/FYg0J2rE0Aw?listLz5…

PVSL Confrontation youtu.be/JAysih2sOME?listLz5…

PVSL  Sealed Memories youtu.be/9OIlsOPYmVM?listLz5…

PVSL gRANWYRM youtu.be/E_aGHeSdU9k?listLz5…

Random vid ideas

Rupert and the Temple www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5nhAc…

How to make your game look good www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvbQ9_…

Rupert and Uncle Grizzly www.youtube.com/watch?v=O44zYg…

Rupert and the Tiger's Eye www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVtE3T…

Seos3on Comic Drama www.youtube.com/watch?v=rju5PG…

Movie Sonic and Amie Google Sonamy www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGeZeE…

Sonic Amongus it was the Bee! www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkdGwJ… (Origanal insporation)

SonicSong182  www.youtube.com/channel/UC7yzM…

Anime Voice Comparison- Ruby Rose (RWBY) youtu.be/-JndF17vI6A

RWBY Volume 7 but only when Ruby speaks youtu.be/1oeJ9UO0GIA

Daisy meets Kazuya youtu.be/WYBnQHsa59I

Radical Highway is a Playable Cutscene youtu.be/0i4toQUIUPY

KP Karaoke: Shego's Singing Voice youtu.be/vagmr4wCseg

Disney's "Lilo & Stitch"- Aloha O`e youtu.be/WraKfeFtOPs

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Neil was just in awe of this girl standing next to him after how she had dealt with Isha. Wasn't this the same girl who had such a different calming tone last night while listening to him? He had heard multiple times from various people that Mini was a strong girl and about how she helped her babes. He had even seen it first hand when keval had messed with Arya. But today seeing her trust him and not the society, seeing her take his side and not the society's, was making him fall for her all over again. He must have staring at her for way too long cause Ms. Simpy had to break his trance by literally shouting, "Sirrr"  "Yes Ms. Simpy", he asked her, " what happened?"  "We wanted the menu for this week, you were suggesting some change",  Geeta replied.  He could sense the doubt and resistance in their voices. He could see that the trust he had built with these people was shaking.  Isha had ruined his life all over again. He gave them the menu and turned to search for Mini, who had left the room. " I have to thank her for being by my side" ,he thought, " even though she kept saying friends, I know How important even friends are to her".  He knocked at the office door. No one answered. He knocked again and Mini opened the door. Her face was stained with tears and one could see tht she was trying to keep a brave face for him.  " Haan Neil, tell me. All good na? Did you send those pastries?", Mini asked, " also listen, I think I should go home, can you look after the place for today? Thanks man." She turned to leave and he held her by the finger. " Mini do you have 2 minutes? I have to talk to you. "  "But did you send those pastries? You cannot mess this up Neil!!!" She asked nervously. " We cannot leave any stone unturned. We are going to make sure the truth doesn't lose"  His heart skipped a beat at every "we" she used. "Isha took her away and I couldn't give the pastries but I have given it to Sundar to deliver it to them where they are staying, so don't worry we won't mess it up But I really do have to talk to you." He made her sit on the chair and sat on the ground. When she was about to say something, he kept his finger on her lips and said, " shh, Mini since yesterday a lot has happened. Everyone has a past, some are proud of it and some are ashamed. But none of us can deny or hope that things won't have happened cause we become the person we are because of our past. Nevertheless, knowing all this, I never had imagined that I will meet someone who will not only accept my past but make me feel good about it. Being around you, has changed me for the better. It has shown me various colours of a person. How can such a beautiful and innocent girl be so strong and so calm at the same time. I am honoured to be one of your loved one today. Sorry for putting you through this. And Thank you for trusting and  supporting me in this. From the moment I have fallen for you I have been scared of this past but  now I feel relieved.  He looked up to see Mini in tears.  Mini said " I mean, that is what friends do." Neil chuckled,"No Mini, that's what you do. And let's not deny what we have. We both know what we are to each other. My only guilt is that I couldn't be the prince charming who sweeps you off your feet. "  Mini continued, " yes, there is no denial in that. I had always imagined that when I finally fall in love it will be like bollywood. I will have a theme song like main hoon Na, the rush in mind and the adrenaline in veins, the butterflies, the crazy kind of love. But you know what, I don't want that. I don't want to be crazy in love. Especially after listening to you and Isha. I want to be sane. You keep me sane. You are my rock and I am yours. Yes I do have butterflies at your touch but your touch also brings me calm. The faith and trust we have, I would have that rather than any thrill. We are proud of each other's personality and achievements. Every moment spent with you is a blessing. So don't feel guilty, you are my prince charming, not the bollywood kind but the real life one.  As far as  your thank you is concerned. I don't need that. I did what I thought was right. We will get through this hand in hand."  As Mini closed the distance between them, Neil just forgot that he was in the office, he forgot that life had upcoming struggles. He just existed in that moment with Mini hand in hand.. It was her moment. It was his moment. It was their moment.  As they parted, She chuckled and said " yaa that was quite bollywoodish and gave me all the butterflies I wanted. "  They laughed and went out to the kitchen, ready to face the struggles coming up, TOGETHER.  LilyJames

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