#g: fatal fury special

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

The Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns (Failure) from Disco Elysium

vs.

Soy Sauce for Geese (America Stage IV) Geese Howard from Fatal Fury Special

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

The Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns:

absolutely love this scene so much lookat him just a silly guy singing karaoke

Soy Sauce for Geese (America Stage IV) Geese Howard:

Get his ass some soy sauce!!

[tacticaldiary]

Can I please request rescue headcanons with Mafia Boss!Dazai whose s/o gets kidnapped by a rival group to be used as leverage? Preferably g/n and civilian reader, and also hurt/comfort fluff?? If possible, it's more at the courtship stage of a relationship than fully established. Thank you <3

Kidnapped (Mafia-Boss!Dazai )

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Their first mistake was being Dazai's enemy. their second, more fatal mistake, was to meddle with the one thing he loves.

Masterlist

It’s been a few days but- here (THIS IS THE 50TH BSD FIC I’VE WRITTEN!)

They cry out as their head snaps to the side by the force of the punch. Sprawling onto the ground, Y/N falls hard onto their side, their hands bound behind them preventing them from breaking their fall.

"This is the one he chose?" A voice scoffs, and a small whimper is heard as they grab Y/N's hair and yank them back till they're sitting. They are shoved against a wall, which they lean on, curling into themselves the best they can.

A walk. How had a simple walk gone this wrong? They had planned to meet Dazai at a park in a Port Mafia owned sector, and had decided to walk there. Next thing they knew, someone had grabbed them from behind and a blow to the head knocked them out. Y/N had woken up in around 30 minutes ago in an unfamiliar, dark room, with their hands bound behind their back, rope digging into their skin painfully.

Voices jeer at them, and they keep their gaze glued to the floor. They don't want to look at the three men in the room. Their body is shaking and their eyes are glassy with unshed tears. Y/N feels tired and dirty and hurt and they just want to go home, they want to see Dazai.

Surely Dazai would find them? They're well aware of what the man does, and they know that the reason they got kidnapped was for these people to get to Dazai somehow...surely Dazai would find them.

"Pathetic! Who knew the mafia boss's tastes were this pathetic." One of the guy laughs. Y/N's head whips up.

"H-he's...he's not pathetic!" Their voice shakes hard and the word barely get out, but it's enough for the attention to be on them again. Ice fills their veins and their body feel heavy with dread as three pairs of eyes pin them down.

"Oh?" One of them says, moving to crouch in front of them, a cruel gleam in his eye. "You decide to talk now, huh?" He smirks. "Let's see how brave you are when you realise you're not leaving here alive."

Their trembling intensifies.

"Fine leverage against such a dangerous person." The guy hums. "There must be something special about you." Y/N shuffles back and squeezes their eyes shut in panic as the man reaches a hand out to grab them.

The hand never reaches them.

"I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands off what's mine." A voice, startling familiar, speaks up. It's a voice so comforting and relieving to hear, that Y/N almost thinks their imagining it. Cracking an eyes open, they spot the one person they longed to see.

Dazai stands next to the man, his wrist in a death grip, inches away from their face. Dazai's tone is light, but the fury in his eyes is hard to miss.

"I-...what?!" The man splutters out, before he's sent sprawling onto the ground with a simple manoeuvre. Two of Dazai's men grab him and force the man onto his knees, holding him there, a gun to the back of his head. Y/N spots the other two men in the same position, and a wave of relief crashes over them, causing them to slump back, leaning against the wall. They fight the tears that threaten to fall, their eyes burning.

"I was starting to think you stood me up on our date." He speaks again, crouching down in front of them. When he reaches out to brush his knuckles against their cheek, they flinch back on instinct.

"..sorry." They say, once they've caught their bearings. "I-...you're here?" They clench their jaw, trying to fight back tears, but eventually fail. "Osamu..."

"Of course I'm here! As if I would let someone take you away from me! Who's gonna go to the park with me except you?"

If they had been able to see past their blurred vision, they would have noticed the anger in his eyes, promising pain to the people who dared to hurt this person. His hands reach behind them and make quick work of untying the knots. He takes their wrists in his hands and inspects them, jaw clenching at the specks of blood where the rope had cut through the skin.

He stands and offers them a hand, pulling them up surprisingly gently. Once Y/N is on their feet, he loops an arm around their waist to keep them steady.

Another familiar person enter into the room, and Y/N's eyes widen at the familiar reddish hair.

"I'm going to hand you off to Chuuya for a few minutes while I take care of this" He says quietly, and Y/N understands the seriousness in his voice. They nod, wiping away their tears. They don't notice the look the two exchange, nor the fact that neither of them partake in their usual insulting banter. Chuuya leads them out of the room, the door shutting with a click behind them.

Y/N encountered Chuuya a lot, him being Dazai's most trusted person in the organisation. Naturally, they clicked instantly, Chuuya feeling a strange urge to protect this person. When he had first heard that the two had started dating, wondering hat Dazai was up to, Y/N was the complete opposite of him, kind, empathetic and soft-spoken. So it was safe to say he was curious as to why Dazai had taken a liking to them.

His doubts were washed away, even if he'd never admit it, when he saw Dazai genuinely laughing and smiling with them. Opposites attract, he guesses.

"I believe we have some business to take care of." Dazai says, once Y/N leaves the room. His voice is sharp and cold, his gaze cruel as it pins the three men down. "First things first."

He produces a gun from his person and promptly shoots the man on the left three times, the subordinate holding him down smoothly throwing him to the floor and kicking his jaw, breaking it.

"He was the only one who didn't touch them, if I'm not wrong. I can be merciful to those who deserve it." He shrugs, the other men, watching, wide eyed and fearful.

"You, on the other hand..." He says, looking at the other two, slipping his pistol away. "I'll personally deal with you two, right after I kill all your associates and track down your families" He smiles, ignoring the protests and pleads of the two men.

"You can explain to their corpses why they're dead."

With that, he snaps his fingers, the men getting hauled away form his sight. He takes a second to compose himself, before joining Y/N outside the room.

"About time." Chuuya says, and Dazai flicks his wrist lazily, dismissing him. Chuuya scoffs, but obeys, leaving them alone and going off to scout the area where they had prepared the car.

"As impatient as ever, Chuuya." Dazai retorts, gaze flickering between the multitude of bruises and cuts on Y/N's body. Y/N quickly pushes themselves off the wall and moves closer to Dazai, who accepts the gesture. Whether it was to seek comfort or to establish a sense of safety, Dazai didn't care.

"I'm going to ask you to stop by at the base so we can patch you up." he hums, and Y/N shuffles under his gaze. "Hardly an ideal activity for a date, I know, but bear with-" He's cut off when Y/N throws themselves at him, arms wrapping around him.

He's caught off guard for a second, before he wraps his arms around them, a hand reaching up to stroke their hair. He softly mumbles reassurances in their ear, calming them down.

He's angry at the way they're trembling in his arms, and he silently promises to make the people responsible lives a living hell...not that they were going to live long anyway.

"T-thank you." They bury their face into his shoulder, shaking.

"Of course." He replies. "I'd be a fool to not protect the things precious to me." His arms tighten around them, almost protectively.

-

(23/07/2021)

[blazehedgehog]

As an Internet veteran and draw-person, I really need to ask: what anime influenced you and many online artists circa 2000s? There's a specific style from those early 2000s webcomics and fanart I'm looking for and trying to replicate, and your old art fit in that "style", in my opinion. Thank you!

It’s hard to narrow it down, but it’s also not that hard to narrow it down. Anime was a much, much smaller industry back then. The “boom” was just beginning thanks to efforts by the Scifi Channel and Cartoon Network to bring anime to television in timeslots that people would actually watch.

So here’s your crash course in casual anime history, I guess, from someone who definitely isn’t like... obsessed with anime. Or isn’t anymore, but was back then.

For me, it all kind of started with, like... Dragon Ball, and this was a show that struggled to gain any traction at first. Where I lived, it aired at 5am on Sunday mornings. If you knew a kid that watched Dragon Ball, there was a solidarity there like, “Yup, you get it.”

Then DiC got the license to Sailor Moon and started airing it in the weekday morning slot I would typically describe as “right before you catch the bus.” You’d wake up around 6am, maybe 6:15, and watch whatever was on at 6:30 while you ate breakfast. As the credits were rolling, you’d head out to catch the school bus. Sailor Moon was what I remember doing that with the most. That combined with Dragon Ball formed my foundational interest in anime.

Around this time (1995, 1996) you were starting to see anime start to seep in to the mainstream elsewhere. There was a commercial I remember for, like, an anthology of anime classics like Akira...

And, y’know, when you’re like, 14 or 15 and you see a commercial like this -- cartoons! With blood! And nudity! It’s like, holy crap. Most of the classics we know today (Akira, Ghost in the Shell) were only really available via mail order like this back then.

More shows started getting localized for TV, too, like Ronin Warriors was one a lot of my friends got in to. It was considered “The Manly Sailor Moon.” And then there was, of course, Samurai Pizza Cats. Eventually Saban stopped dubbing Dragon Ball altogether and moved straight over to Dragon Ball Z, and that gained enough popularity that I think it eventually shook it out of its Sunday Morning time slot to somewhere a little more visible by general audiences.

Coming in to 1997 and 1998, anime was really starting to gain some momentum. The Scifi Channel had begin doing their “Saturday Anime” show, which aired at 3am every Friday Night/Saturday Morning. They probably figured it was one of the only ways they could get away with showing violent cartoons.

For me, this was where I got my first “real” taste of anime. They had a stable of about 5 or 10 movies and OVAs they’d run. Venus Wars, Vampire Hunter D, Project A-KO, Robot Carnival, Tenchi Muyo In Love (my favorite), Project L.I.L.Y. Cat, Beautiful Dreamer, Galaxy Express 999, Fatal Fury The Motion Picture, Record of Lodoss War, Dominion Tank Police, Roujin-Z, Demon City Shinjiku, Gall Force...

That felt like the bandaid got ripped off. Suddenly we were all buzzing about anime. Hey, have you heard about this movie called Ninja Scroll? There’s hardcore sex in it! No American movie, live action or not, could ever match the body horror of Akira! Hey, does anyone remember Robotech from the 80′s? That was actually anime, too! Wow!

Cartoon Network was smart enough to take notice and snatched up the rights to air Sailor Moon and Dragon Ball Z at reasonable, non-morning hours, and they dug out Voltron and put together a simple block of anime. I don’t even think it necessarily had a name, it was just an hour or maybe 90 minutes of anime a day, and it exploded. Right place, right time. So Cartoon Network expanded.

They added more classic anime, and some shows that were similar in tone, and called it Toonami. Robotech, Ronin Warriors, The Real Adventures of Johnny Quest, Reboot, Thundercats...

And this became the place to watch anime. Which is when we enter the era you’re asking about, the early 2000′s. This is where it starts to feel like a little too much to cover, because it came hot, heavy, and fast. There was a thirst for anime that was hard to quench because production companies were small and choosy about what they’d dub, but at the same time, a sort of gold rush was starting.

When I think of peak, classic-era Toonami, the stuff that really influenced me artistically, it was shows like Outlaw Star, Ruroni Kenshi, and Gundam Wing. I’m sure I’d also have friends speak highly of Big-O, G-Gundam, and Yu Yu Hakusho, three shows I never really got in to.

Eventually, Cartoon Network (and Williams Street, then called Ghost Planet Industries) began to realize that there was a growing library of anime they couldn’t show in the afternoon because it was too intense for the kids. There was also an undoubtedly vocal contingent of anime fans who were frustrated when their favorite shows had to be edited for broadcast. This gave birth to Toonami: The Midnight Run, the precursor to what would eventually become Adult Swim. The Midnight Run became home to uncut (or simply less-cut) episodes of afternoon shows that restored blood, alcoholic references, and the few cases of more extreme violence.

Midnight Run started getting exclusive shows, too. When I think about what Midnight Run (and later Adult Swim) was known for, it was shows like Cowboy Bebop, FLCL, and again, though it wasn’t really something I saw a ton of, Paranoia Agent.

Other networks did try to cash in on the anime craze. I think Tech TV/G4 tried to get in on things with Serial Experiments Lain and a few other shows, but to be honest, it never hit as hard as Toonami did. Then there was obviously the work of guys like 4KIDS, with the Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh and Digimon shows on Saturday Morning, but those felt noticeably different in vibe and in tone (something that only got more pronounced when Kids WB started a Saturday Morning Toonami block that was even more aggressively sanitized than what could be shown on Cartoon Network).

Beyond broadcast TV, the stuff I remember being popular among my circle of friends were things like Tenchi Universe, Ranma 1/2, Slayers, Saber Marionette, and.... like, Di Gi Charat and Chobits? This was probably right around the era of Azumanga Daioh, too.

Unfortunately, much past 2003 or 2004 is where I started falling off of anime. The feeling of it being “new” and “special” was starting to wear off, and there was enough coming out that the standard of quality was beginning to drop. Whereas small studios like ADV and Manga Corps. could only afford to bring out the best of the best, we were starting to get junk like Duel Masters, Rozen Maiden and Tenchi Muyo GXP.

I remember friends speaking highly of shows like Bleach (heh), .hack, Full Metal Panic, Midori Days, Tenjo Tenge, Yakitate Japan, Eureka Seven, and Air Gear, but I can’t tell you anything about them, personally.

Either way, I’m sure I’ve given you more than enough to chew on.

[noonemonitorsmyscreentime]

Ungodly

Because I, again, lost my goddamn mind I decided to write the fight from S15, ep19 from Chuck’s perspective, sort of. Like it’s from Chuck’s perspective but in the third person because that makes sense somehow. It’s like real short. And obvs fan fiction, but like commentary, maybe, idk. Anywaaay... enjoy?

“You can’t defeat GOD!” thought Chuck as he kept punching and kicking Sam and Dean. He was finally going to make them show him the respect he deserves. How dared two little insignificant humans mess with his story? They were his toys to do as he saw fit. He kept trying to fix them and yet they were constantly broken. At what point do you give up on trying to make them work? 

Chuck couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw those two Winchester bastards rising up after each blow. The constant defiance had lost its cuteness a while back. What would it take to finally beat them?

They could barely stand and had to use each other for support. Together they couldn't make for a whole man and yet, they still chose to try and be two. It really wasn't a fair fight. "Why are you smiling?”

“Because, you lose.” Sam Winchester’s bloodied face was defiant. Maybe he had punched the sense out of the younger brother. Lucifer would have been disappointed to find out that the one who finally broke Sam Winchester had been his pops. But Sam wasn't looking at him. His gaze was fixated on something behind him.

Ha!

Jack. Poor kid was going to see his adoptive dads being beaten to death before he, himself… well, not meet his maker-- before he, himself, would be silenced for good. And with the brothers gone, it would also stick.

What was that silly little child going to do? There was no angel daddy to trade his life for him, his actual daddy, the supposedly new favorite son was soundly sleeping in the empty and his two mommies were in Heaven. This kid did not have a great track record with keeping parents alive. He killed all his moms and all his dads died for him. In any case they will soon. Chuck supposed that the Winchesters could wait a while longer for the next punch. “Hey, Jack.”

He slowly closed the gap between them. The kid was just staring at him. This was too easy. How much fighting had they done and how much pain had they suffered to bring the boy back, and he was just standing in front of him, not even a weapon in hand?

The kid was a great story beat and Lucifer really threw him a curveball by becoming a father. Jack had outlived his narrative expectation to a greater extent than Chuck would have thought possible. He had to admit that his grandson was, as late story additions go, a good one in spite of his cliched beginnings. But how many kids with abusive fathers and dead mothers can you have before it all gets too tedious? He was so innocent, so pained, so tortured and so, so very and thoroughly annoying.

Chuck snapped his fingers expecting the boy to dissolve in a delightfully fine mist of pink. After all, how many times did he need to get rid of the kid to finally make it stick?

 Nothing happened. Jack was still in front of him, mirroring his look of disbelief. He'd give him that just like all the men in his life, he was hard to get rid of. Chuck snapped his fingers once more. Again. Nothing. Jack was still in front of him, but he could see that something was changing in the child. He took a step closer to god.

Snap. Nothing. Step. Snap. Nothing. Step. Snap. Nothing. Step. Snap. Nothing. Step. Snap. Nothing. Step. Snap. Nothing. No more steps left.

The boy put his hands on each side of Chuck’s face while his eyes glowed and the veins in his body became illuminated with a powerful gold light. Chuck had known this feeling before; this incredible river of power leaving him was the power needed for the Creation. But, it was at the same time different; he was not merely being drained of power, he was losing it, never to be replenished again.

It was agony. It was his hell. It was never ending.

When the last flicker of power was consumed Chuck fell to the ground trying to catch his breath. He had never felt so weak. He had never been this weak. He would always be this weak.

He heard a snap and prepared to be disintegrated. Instead he saw Sam and Dean healed.

Sam picked up his book that now lay open on the ground. “What… What did you do?”

Dean Winchester looked at him from above, his face half illuminated by the warm sun, each feature of this perfectly crafted weapon was sculpted and majestic “We won.”

“So this is how it ends. My book.”

By the time he finished his words Sam had arrived near him, book open in hand. “See for yourself” he said as he threw it in front of him.

The pages were blank. There were no words. “There’s nothing there.”

“Oh, there is, but only Death can read it.” Cold chills moved up and down Chuck's body at the younger brother's words. They hadn't known how to beat him. He knew that it was time for the victory monologue. He needed an explanation. And, boy, did the brothers deliver one

!“That’s right. So we had to come up with a plan B. That wasn’t too hard though when we realized that Michael really is a daddy’s boy. See, he didn’t take it too well when he found out that you asked Lucifer for help. Oh, he was desperate to be the favorite again.” Dean stated in a cold voice, some disdain directed to Michael. It was natural after all, one iteration took his body for a joyride of murder, mayhem and world domination and the other tricked and used Adam to bring about the end of times. 

“Since we couldn’t read the book we had to come up with a story about finding the spell, which we knew Michael would feed straight to you” Sam continued. “All that prep work we did to turn Jack into a cosmic bomb? Well, it turned him into a… a sort of power vacuum. He’s been sucking up bits of power all over the place. So, when the two heavyweights -- your boys-- showed up to duke it out, oh-hoh! That charged him right up.” Oh, if only his children had managed to work together all of this could have been so different. With Michael and Lucifer by his side Sam and Dean would have never won.

“See, we knew Michael would warn you and you’d show up here. And you did. And you killed your own son.” This was the fatal mistake, Michael should have been punished last. John Winchester had it right, kill the spirit, not the body.

“And you beat the crap out of us. Releasing all kinds of power. God power.” “Jack absorbed it all. It made him...”“Well, it made him unstoppable.” Dean finished the explanation.

Chuck can’t help but laugh. “This… This.. This is why you are my favorites.”

Sam, Dean and Jack look at each other wondering if Chuck understood anything of what he had been told or if his mind had gone alongside his powers.

“You know, for the first time I have no idea what happens next. Is this where you kill me?”

It’s easy to see on Sam’s face that it's a tempting idea and one that had been given some thought. He looks at Dean, on whose face only disgust is shown. “I mean, I could never think of an ending where I lose. But, this, after, everything that I’ve done to you… to die at the hands of Sam Winchester… of Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer...” 

Both brothers got a long look from the former god when he said their names. In turn they exchanged a glance, cold fury shone in Dean’s eyes, while Sam’s bore a much somber look of sad pensiveness. A quiet conversation was taking place. Sam would follow Dean’s lead, who now held Chuck’s fate in his hands, in what, the former Supernatural writer, felt was an ironic twist.

Chuck laughed in a last attempt to taunt the boys, to make them dance to his music “It’s kind of glorious.” He knew how to push their buttons, he’d done it for so many years. They were as close to a perfect creation as he had ever come. “Sorry, Chuck.” was Dean’s verdict, who moved right along to sentencing.

Chuck cowered in fear. Dean had no weapon in his hand, no magic gun or special knife. No stakes or arrows or even grenades. Death had to come by hand. But it didn’t. “What? What?”

“See, that’s not who I am. That’s not who we are.” They are free of him. Killing is not the only option anymore.

“What kind of an ending is this?” The last sliver of control that Chuck had over his precious Winchesters faded away.

They are his creation! They are not his favorite when they act in unexpected ways that don’t benefit him. Or his story. A little death, then straight to Heaven for some peace and quiet and relaxation. He deserved it. He only knows how much.

“His power. You sure it won’t come back?” Sam asked the kid. “It’s not his power anymore.” Jack replied truthfully. 

Sam gives a short half smile to this. What Jack said is good. “Then, I think it’s the ending where you’re just like us and like all the other humans you forgot about.”

“It’s the ending where you grow old, you get sick and you just die” despite Dean’s mercy, it was clear that it would have given him great pleasure to make Chuck feel a fragment of what the men in front of him had endured for his amusement, but he took content in knowing that Chuck’s own creation would do the job for him. The world would save Dean from killing after all the killing Dean had done for its sake. 

“And no one cares. And no one remembers you. You’re just forgotten.” The final blow delivered with steel precision right in Chuck’s, now human, heart had been made by Sam.

The trio moves towards the Impala leaving him in dust. “Guys… Guys.. wait.”

The engine revs and they drive away to the sound of Chuck’s begging “Guys… Guys! No, wait… G-guys… Guys, wait! Guys, wait! Guys, wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Please, wait! Guys!”

Chuck falls into the dust sobbing.

He has no one. He’s all alone.

“

[sulan1809]

Você sabia que Fighter’s History é um clone de Street Fighter?

Fighter’s History(ファイターズヒストリー) é uma série de fighting games obscura que foi produzida pela extinta Data East. O Fighter's History original foi lançado pela primeira vez para os fliperamas em 1993 e reprogramado para o Super Nintendo Entertainment System(SNES) em 1994. Duas sequências diferentes foram produzidas: Fighter's History Dynamite (também conhecido como Karnov's Revenge fora do Japão) para o Neo Geo em 1994, seguido por Fighter's History: Mizoguchi Kiki Ippatsu !!(ファイターズヒストリー 〜溝口危機一髪!!〜), lançado no Japão para o Super Famicom em 1995. Fighter’s History tornou-se famoso inclusive por plagiar Street Fighter, da Capcom: No momento do lançamento do jogo, a Capcom USA processou a Data East Corp. por causa de Fighter’s History, devido ao que a Capcom dos EUA considerava o título como um plágio de Street Fighter II. A Capcom também apresentou ações semelhantes contra a Data East no Japão. A maior objeção da Data East Corp. no tribunal foi que seu jogo de arcade de 1984, Karate Champ, foi o verdadeiro criador do gênero competitivo de jogos de luta, que antecedeu o Street Fighter original por três anos. No entanto, o que foi decidido na corte é que a semelhança entre os dois games é integrante para o conceito de games de luta. Ray McDougal é muito parecido com Ken Masters, exceto que ele não usa kimono, mas roupas normais com um visual parecido com o de Terry Bogard; Feilin foi inspirada em Chun-Li e traja vestimenta mais casual; Matlok é um roqueiro punk fortemente inspirado em Guile, sendo uma versão magrela de Birdie; Samchay nos faz lembrar do Sagat, exceto que ele é magrelo; Jean é um narcisista francês inspirado no espanhol Vega; Marstorius é um Wrestler italiano baseado em Zangief; E por fim temos Mizoguchi, que é um lutador de Karatê muito parecido com Ryu. Os personagens que não entram na lista de copiadores são Ryoko, uma judoca, Clown e Karnov... Além de Fighter’s History, Makoto Mizoguchi apareceu em outros games, tais como Outlaws of the Lost Dynasty, como personagem secreto. Cinco anos depois que a Data East faliu, dando seus direitos de videogame para G-Mode, Paon, WorkJam e Crea-tech, a SNK Playmore assinou um acordo com a G-Mode para usar seus personagens da série Fighter's History em dois títulos da SNK Playmore. Makoto Mizoguchi se tornou o único personagem da série Fighter’s History como personagem convidado especial em uma atualização para KOF: Maximum Impact 2, intitulada KOF: Maximum Impact Regulation A, para promover o game de celulares exclusivo do Japão, especificamente com o elenco de Fatal Fury Special(SNK) e Karnov's Revenge(Data East) e a junção dessas duas franquias resultou em Garou Densetsu vs. Fighter’s History: Dynamite. 

Títulos da série

Fighter’s History(1993, 1994) - Fighter’s History (ファイターズヒストリー) é um jogo de luta 2D lançado pela Data East. Foi lançado pela primeira vez em fliperamas em 1993 e seguiu-se um port doméstico para o SNES em 1994. Fighter’s History era mais conhecido por ser responsável por seu lugar em uma ação entre a Capcom e a Data East, sobre o que a Capcom considerava ser uma violação de copyright ao Street Fighter. A Capcom perdeu o caso porque os elementos copiados eram padrão para o gênero e, portanto, excluídos dos direitos autorais. Como um dos primeiros seguidores da tendência dos jogos de luta no início dos anos 90, a estrutura do jogo é bastante simples, e uma característica a ser notada é que os personagens perdem um adorno específico de seu uniforme ao levar múltiplos golpes, depois começam a ficar tontos, vulneráveis às ações dos oponentes... No caso de Makoto Mizoguchi, o impersonator do Ryu, ele perde a bandana ao levar muitos golpes...

Fighter’s History Dynamite(1994) - Fighter’s History Dynamite, também conhecido como KARNOV’S REVENGE, é um jogo de luta de 1994 para o Neo Geo e a sequela de Fighter’s History. Todos os personagens que retornam têm novos movimentos, e Clown e Karnov agora são personagens jogáveis, enquanto os novatos Zazie e Yungmie foram introduzidos. Acredita-se que Fighter’s History: Mizoguchi Kiki Ippatsu seja fortemente baseado nesse game, uma vez que é uma reprogramação alternativa para SNES.  

Fighter’s History: Mizoguchi Kiki Ippatsu(1995) -  Fighter’s History: Mizoguchi Kiki Ippatsu (ファイターズヒストリー ～溝口危機一髪!!～) é um spin-off lançado para SNES em 1995, apenas no Japão, protagonizado por Makoto Mizoguchi. O jogo tem cinco formas diferentes de jogo: Mizoguchi mode, CPU Battle, Versus, Extra e Survival. O modo Extra é o sistema de batalhas de equipes que permite que um a quatro jogadores demonstrem suas habilidades um contra o outro. O Survival, apesar do nome, também segue esse formato, mas reduz o campo de jogo para dois jogadores com equipes de cinco lutadores. O CPU Battle é um modo arcade semelhante ao Fighter’s History Dynamite, exceto que ele torna Karnov o penúltimo chefe, Chelnov assume o papel do chefe final, além disso 5 personagens marcantes foram removidos do game (Ray, Matlok, Samchay, Jean e Marstorius). Enquanto que Street Fighter fez um estrondoso sucesso com Street Fighter II e seus derivados, Fighter’s History foi largado ao esquecimento...

[sterek]

Hey! So I’m new to the fandom I watched Teen wolf seasons 1-6 within 4 days lmao, but I was just wondering could you recommend the best sterek au fics? Your blog is amazing btw!

Sorry it took me a while, but here you go! These are my favorite AU fics in no particular order :) (and thank you boo

A Crooked Way to Fly by andavs [14k G]

“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

“Then we should stay with him.”

Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs [203k, M]

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

*

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Cupboard Love by mklutz [32k, G]

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

One life stand by Vendelin [84k, E]

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me by primroseshows [61k, E]

Stiles has simple goals in life. To successfully complete his secret radar project without getting fired, to get a cottage on the Moon, and to untangle his mess of feelings for Moon Station 3 deputy, Derek Hale. Heck, he'll even settle for two of the three.

The Circus at the End of the World by mikkimouse [91k, E]

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale's Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can't). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It's a quiet life...until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

The circus has something Stiles needs—a ticket into the Haven of Santa Francesca. His father has been abducted, and Stiles is determined to get him back no matter what he has to do.

But Stiles has another secret, one that puts him and every member of the circus in danger. And if he's not careful, it could get them all killed.

The Silent Fury by andavs, rosepetals42 [31k, M]

Derek is about to leave, content with the smell of blood as proof that the Fury is dead when he hears it.

A heartbeat.

It’s faint and uneven and even with its help, it takes Derek a full minute of scanning the clearing before he finally spots the small heap that must be the human. It’s down on the far side of the canyon, almost completely hidden by a tall oak tree and–Derek jumps down before he thinks about it.

He knows what he has to do. Furies are dangerous. Furies are fire and smoke and a funeral he barely remembers. He lands almost silently and makes sure his hands are fully shifted into claws and then slowly moves forward.

Or, a How to Train Your Dragon AU

Kindred Spirits by Stoney [104k, E]

Anne of Green Gables/Teen Wolf AU.Stiles is the adopted son of the Sheriff, brought to Beacon Hills to hopefully stay for good. A family, a best friend, school, Jackson as Josie Pye (because who else could he be?) and the mystery of a dark haired, green-eyed boy which leads Stiles to discovering a secret within himself.

Sell Your Body to the Night by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [121k, E]

"No," he repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work."

"I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."

But Then What... by Stoney [24k, E]

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter [61k, E]

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property.Humans are supposed to be extinct.But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

(also read the other work in the series, it’s more original fic than sterek but i adore it!)

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter [51k, M]

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

Don't Speak by fatale [68k, T]

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something's wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can't understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it's gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he's lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Occam's Razor by MissAnnThropic [49k, E] [and also read the sequel!!]

When Stiles goes to sleep, he’s a junior in high school. He wakes up in a world where he’s twenty-four and married to Derek Hale. Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

Specialized Technical Intelligence and Logistics for Earth and Space (S.T.I.L.E.S) by Yiichi [63k, NR]

“What the hell kind of a name is Stiles?” he asked.

“You know, a series of sounds spoken in a particular sequence that represent my identity, primarily, referring to me?“ the AI – Stiles – answered cheekily, crossing his own arms in front of his chest, mirroring Derek’s position.

“Ooh, this one’s feisty,” Peter smirked.

Tiny Houses by ohmyjetsabel ]77k, E]

"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

God, he dreams.

He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain [35k, T]

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

The entire Bodice Ripper 'Verse byStoney!!!

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill [32k, T]

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla) [149k, E]

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

an exaltation of larks by llassah [25k, E]

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw [69k, E]

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

The Importance of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down by otter [31k, M]

It’s like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles’ childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough. He is the most awesome dog ever, and he and Stiles have a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond because this animal is his soul mate, obviously. Now he just has to convince the dog of that. 

Stiles's Story Time by trilliath [125k, E]

Where Stiles is a librarian who is in charge of the kids' reading hour and such. And Derek is 6-year-old Scott's adoptive dad. And Stiles has his own take on Stories and Scott loves wolves and Derek tries not to admit that he likes the way Stiles's face looks in those glasses.Or something like that.

Not Your Disney Romance by Rawren (Zimothy) [42k, M]

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack's alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday [21k, E]

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale's fraternity.

Prince Among Wolves by Rawren (Zimothy) [101k, E]

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm [118k, E]

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Cornerstone by Vendelin [83k, E]

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else. 

[Not!Fic] Random Craigslist Missed Connections Derek/Stiles Not!Fic of Doom by fire_juggler_writes (fire_juggler) [17k, T]

An AU in which Stiles is lonely and addicted to the Missed Connections page on Craigslist, Derek is a hermit with a persistant sister, Scott gives unexpectedly good relationship advice, and it all ends happily-ever-after.

Trust Fall by Stoney [144k, T]

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.

Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.****

Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over.

They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused.

Of course.

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach [76k, E]

"Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf." An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

Safety in Silence by Survivah [66k, M]

It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate. 

Where The Inevitable Isn't by Survivah [41k, M]

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that's supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn't in the same universe anymore.

"A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, 'hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?' and Derek would reply, 'now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!'"

"Pretend this is our den, kay?" by Survivah [16k, M]

In which Stiles is raised by (were)wolves, and he and Derek are childhood sweethearts that never stopped. Also, Kate Argent is a homicidal maniac but a very helpful plot device.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [116k, M]

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

[lanceboyles]

A selection of Western-developed games released in Japan - ports of Japanese games (the sequel)

18 Wheeler: American Pro Trucker (PlayStation 2/GameCube, 2002) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Acclaim / JAPANESE PUBLISHER(S): Acclaim Japan / DEVELOPER(S): Acclaim Studios Cheltenham / ORIGINAL BY: Sega AM2

Lethal Enforcers I & II [Lethal Enforcers Deluxe Pack] (PlayStation, 1997) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Konami / JAPANESE PUBLISHER(S): Konami / DEVELOPER(S): KCE Chicago / ORIGINALS BY: Konami

Samurai Shodown (3DO, 1995) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Crystal Dynamics / JAPANESE PUBLISHER(S): BMG Japan / DEVELOPER(S): Crystal Dynamics / ORIGINAL BY: SNK

Fatal Fury Special [Garou Densetsu Special] (Sega CD, 1995) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): JVC / JAPANESE PUBLISHER(S): Victor Musical Industries / DEVELOPER(S): Funcom Oslo / ORIGINAL BY: SNK

Contra: The Alien Wars [Contra Spirits] (Game Boy, 1994) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Konami / JAPANESE PUBLISHER(S): Konami / DEVELOPER(S): Factor 5 / ORIGINAL BY: Konami

RodLand [Yousei Monogatari: RodLand] (NES/Game Boy, 1992/1993) (NES/FC version shown) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Storm / JAPANESE PUBLISHER(S): Jaleco / DEVELOPER(S): The Sales Curve (NES), Eurocom (GB) / ORIGINAL BY: Jaleco

Star Wars Arcade (Sega 32X, 1994) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Sega / JAPANESE PUBLISHER(S): Sega / DEVELOPER(S): Sega InterActive / ORIGINAL BY: Sega AM3

G-LOC Air Battle (Genesis, 1993) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Sega / JAPANESE PUBLISHER(S): Sega / DEVELOPER(S): Probe / ORIGINAL BY: Sega AM2

Side Pocket (Super Nintendo, 1994) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Data East / ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Data East / DEVELOPER(S): Iguana Entertainment / ORIGINAL BY: Data East

Crazy Taxi: Fare Wars [Crazy Taxi: Double Punch] (PlayStation Portable, 2008) (ports of Crazy Taxi 1 and 2) ORIGINAL PUBLISHER(S): Sega / JAPANESE PUBLISHER(S): Sega / DEVELOPER(S): Sniper Studios / ORIGINALS BY: Hitmaker

...yes, Samurai Shodown did get released there under the English name.

On a different note, it's worth noting that the RodLand port (specifically the Famicom version) ended up being included on the PlayStation compilation Jaleco Collection Vol.1, released exclusively in Japan in late 2003, by then current owners PCCW Japan. It's also the newest game in that compilation, as all the other games are from their early Famicom years (1985-1986)

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CONUNDRUM

pairing: Ivar/Aud genre: Angst/Romance/Family warnings: Possible major character death, depression, drugs abuse, toxic behavior, parenthood, single motherhood, self-loading, anger issues, disabilities, physical and emotional pain. Words: Prologue- 2660

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13365384/chapters/30605166

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He's a spiteful and vengeful man, an outcast, alone in the labyrinth of his anger and remorse. She's a single mother of a special needs child trying to navigate the brutality of her daily reality, a daydreamer lost in a crowded room, unable to express her true desires not even to herself. He's a savage spirit, She's a kind soul. He's has nothing to lose, and she has nothing to gain.

A conundrum indeed.

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Prologue:  

S I L L A G E

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On the day Ragnar returned to me I told him of my vision.

That I was afraid to lay with him, for I had had a dream, and I had seen if we made love on the next three nights I would bear him a monster. I do not know what made me said the things I said to him that day, I spoke them, but it seems now as if our fate was already sealed.

Of course, Ragnar -being Ragnar- chuckled softly, smirked deviously, and teased me to no end about my old hag superstitions, dismissing each and every one of my words. You see? That’s the thing about my husband, he never listens to my advise, and he doesn’t believe in my “gift”.

But right then, neither did I. At least, I didn’t want to. In his embrace, all the fears in my mind and all the sorrows in my heart were banished to oblivion, and as his arms surrounded mine, I found peace again.

My happiness wasn’t meant to last for long anyway.

I sensed this pregnancy was different from the moment it began, but Ragnar reassured me -I was overreacting, the child was fine -he told me- and I just felt anguished and strange because he was sure we where expecting a girl this time around, and surely a daughter took more energy from her mother in order to become strong. He has been hoping for a baby girl for a long time now, for even if he never talked about her anymore, I knew he missed his first daughter terribly, and he seemed so happy and joyful with the prospect of it, I did not dare to contradict him.

You can imagine his disappointment when the doctor told us waving at the black and white screen it was, without a hint of doubt, a boy. “A big, strong, healthy boy, just like his brothers” he promised looking straightly into my face.

But then again, what do the doctors know?

First came the pain… so much pain, and then the unnatural stillness… My baby was so calm back then… but nonetheless I dreaded every doctor appointment, and every time, when they told me all was just fine I plagued them with questions and concerns, I insisted Ragnar endlessly into doing all the tests possibly known. So, when finally the diagnosis was made I’m not sure why it was so much of a shock to me.

Osteogenesis Imperfecta.

Brittle bones disease.

We were absolutely devastated. The new scans showed several fractures in his legs, both of his femurs were crashed, and that was just a small glimpse of all the suffering to come… As we could not determinate the extent of his injuries, and the level of his condition, the specialist sat us down and told us to prepare ourselves for a fatal end before birth, or, being strongly optimistic, on the firsts months of his short and difficult life. From the moment of his arrival to this world our baby would endure incredible pain, and quite possibly, would never be able to walk at all. And if, by some miracle, he survived into adulthood, Terms like “probable dwarfism”, “acquired deafness” and “abnormal development” would be part of our vocabulary on a daily basis.

At this point, he advised us to seriously consider terminating the pregnancy.

It was out of the question for me. I wish I could say the same for Ragnar.

We argued day and night, we cried, we fought, we said hurtful and cruel things to each other, he told me our son would die anyway, “what is the point in pretending otherwise?” and if he survived, he told me, it would be much worse, for he would be weak and deformed, a cripple, and everyone would stare and be cruel to him. “What kind of a life could he live?” he asked me with tears on those beloved blue eyes.

I understood then, my husband was already grieving. And I hated him for it, I hated him with a passion I never knew I had within me. Because even if what he said was true, I didn’t care. That baby was already my son and I loved him just the same.

I wanted him.

I know, what a selfish bitch I am, am I not? Believe me, I’ve been told worse.

Even to Siggy, my dearest and oldest friend among those who I call family now, I couldn’t bear to listen. She told me it would be a mercy to him, but by then I would have rather died than take her advise. I felt my little boy growing inside me. He was alive, and I knew he would be a fighter, a warrior.

I have never been as fierce as my father nor yet as brave as my mother, but I stood firm on my determination, and at the end, I won. At least I felt that way at the moment.

I knew my husband resented me for taking away his choice on the matter, but I was sure, with time, his heart would warm and he could find the love to understand me and even be grateful for my stubbornness.

He did not.

Our son arrived almost one month early in this brutal and vicious world, premature and small, I knew he would need to spend months developing in the safer environment of an incubator, but I craved for a little touch, so the nurse placed the frail creature on my arms as she instructed us to “handle him with care”. That sentence would hang above our heads as a Damocles sword for the rest of our life.

I neared him to my breast and he opened his eyes, those big and bewitching eyes, and there was so much blue in them even the white surrounding his irises seemed completely cobalt-stained; and yet, they were so similar to Ragnar’s I could swear it was my husband giving me a playful grin just before starting sucking with a demanding need. I took a great comfort in that resemblance, and I wanted to show it to Ragnar, a little -yet precious- renewed joy in my heart.

I handed him the baby, and in doing so the blankets covering his little body felt down revealing a couple of thin and twisted legs. Ragnar’s eyes flew open in surprise, a repressed grimace of pity and disgust showing through his handsome face, he tried to disguise it quickly kissing our baby’s head, caressing and folding him again. But as soon as his hands placed a little too much pressure on him a horrendous and heavy “CRACK” resounded through the room.

The sound of your baby bones smashing to dust hooks to your brain as a spreading stain of oil. From that moment onwards, our lives became a living hell, I could only listen our little boy screaming in pain and fury as they took him immediately to the first of many surgeries to come. I was powerless, nothing I could do would spear him now. And it was my fault entirely.

“After all, your prophecy was right ” Those were Ragnar’s only words to me on the day our son was born, and then he left the room with tears in his blaming eyes.

I had never felt more alone.

“His name is Ivar”- I whispered into the void.

From the diaries of Aslaug Völsunga Lothbrok,

September 1985, Stavanger.

***

He runs into the mists without fear, after all, the mists are just the passage to her, and so, he knows he doesn’t need to be afraid. The Ravens will guide him like they always do. Without hesitation or pain. Without sorrow.

Without shame.

He runs fast and agile as sweat rolls down his skin in thick, salty beads. His strong long legs pushing him far away from everything, he doesn't care about his soared muscles, he pushes harder, always harder, the wild wind blowing against his face, his bare feet feeling the warm sand escaping through his fingers, his heart throbbing inside his chest at full speed. He does not mind. Not a little bit. He is free.

Ivar runs as he always does, in his dreams.

And then, as he always does, he wakes up.

A raspy and wet tongue licking his ear is not like he had imagined it will happen though.

The persistent sound of his alarm punching his sore head as a hammer reminds him is time to start his morning routine…. Gods, He’s getting older, he cannot hold his scotch like he used to. As he silences the fucking iPhone he pats the Great Dean head with parsimony.

“Ok ok! ok, old boy, come here” he throws the stuffed pillows and the sheets away to make space for Odin to jump in. He knows the old man does not allow it usually, but who cares? As he’s in the cabin visiting he will do as he pleases.

He searches inside the drawer of the bedside table until he found what he’s looking for. He opens the small travel pillbox as he evaluates for a second his pain levels on this cloudy morning. The ache in his knees worsened with all this humidity.

What a great-fuckingtastic day to be in the middle of this nothingness of mountains and lakes.

He grabs a couple of extra ibuprofens and his normal dose of painkillers and he swallows them in one gulp with the golden liquid that still remains in the glass. He’s sure he’s not supposed to mix, but frankly, he does not give a shit.

While trying to relax waiting for the medication to kick in he grabs the lighter and lazily lits a cigarette. His bare chest expanding as he breaths the familiar and shooting scent. Odin looks at him reprobatory with his big yellow eyes. Ivar chuckles and turns his head slightly to the left, mimicking the dog position.

“Now even you judge me?” The dog just raises his brows as if trying to prove he’s not impressed.

What a great day indeed.

His sight stops abruptly upon seeing where Odin’s tongue is leaving a trace of slobber on the mattress, his last night reading scattered dangerously close to the dog warm body. He quickly takes the thin black covered books away and he caresses them briefly to his heart, that has stopped abruptly for one second as he has faced the very idea of losing those diaries.

His mother diaries.

He has read them a thousand times… and yet… yet, every time, every fucking time he reads those firsts pages, an iron fist punch him hard in the stomach. She started writing a mere week after he was born… how hollow and painful was her life in those days to throw herself with such a passion into the white pages of a notebook?

He’s not prone to self-pity. There’s nothing to win from it anyway, but today he cannot hold a pressuring though from his aching mind.

That he brought her nothing but despair.

And yet, she loved him. She truly did.

And he misses her. He truly does.

He wonders if she’s resting in peace, knowing she is finally avenged.

Most probably not.

She’s either completely gone and therefore not present to have an opinion or worst, she’s sad and disappointed at what remains of her family.

He lets out the last puff of sweet smoke as he ends his cigarette.

Enough. It is enough.

With a couple of smooth moves, he pushes himself into a straight position, and then transfer into the sleek black wheelchair by grabbing on to the side of it and shifting his body over using the strength of his arms. The muscles in his upper body the exact opposite of his lower half.

As he goes on with what is needed to be done in the bathroom the soft in-crescendo beats of Apocalyptica’s cello fills the air with the last pieces of his new album. Music always soothes him, and half an hour later Ivar emerges from the scalding shower and quickly transfers again into the bed after grabbing his clothes for the day. Odin seems to be missing, and he guesses by now the giant dog will have let himself run free through the mount and fields that surround the cabin. He’s not particularly worried, after all, the back door is never locked for that same reason. The animal does as he likes for some hours every morning and sometimes even at night, but he always comes back.

As every one of them, he’s a wild soul trapped within a small mundane cage.

He carelessly – as carelessly as this process allows anyway- dresses into an all-black outfit. He feels like it fits the day mood and besides- being lost in the middle of nowhere is no reason to be tatty.

After giving it a quick thought he decides to risk it with the braces for the day. The old man doesn’t seem to be awake yet and he can use some good breakfast for once. And as Ivar have experienced recently his old shabby kitchen is not too wheels-friendly. So, KAFO and crutches for the day it seems.

***

The sun is already high in the grey sky when Floki finally makes an appearance into the kitchen guided by the delicious smell of crackling bacon and sizzling eggs.

“Happy Bi-“ He has no time to finish as his godson interrupts him quite rudely.

“Don’t mention it” He barks, heavy annoyance sounding like a threat in the suddenly tense atmosphere.

For once the older one seems taken aback by the vivid anger that comes off the bitter young man in front of him. He’s used to Ivar’s outburst – even when with time he has mastered theme and is less prone to lose his temple in front of others- but is on rare occasions when he finds himself the target of that overflowing fury.

He has no time to elaborate an answer as Ivar shrugs and drops his face into the palm of his hands. His crutches resting on the kitchen island as he leans into a high stool for stability.

“Sorry, really bad morning” The voice comes muffled through his fingers as Ivar slides his hands with a nervous gesture that he tries to conceal by adjusting the strands of hair behind his ears. The young man tries to smile dismissively. “Can we pretend is just another stupid cold day in this stupid cold place?”

The older one nods silently, there’s no more explanation needed. He takes a glimpse for a brief second of the three smiling faces frozen forever on the small wooden frame on the shelve. His sweet Helga, his little Borda, and his own young reflexion smiling freely for the camera as they play in the snow.

Some days are harder than others. And that he understood quite well.

The realization struck him like a thunder then, and suddenly he is painfully aware that today is not only a birthday for his godson.

Today marks a dividing line on Ivar's life.

Today he becomes 33 years old, and therefore, from this day onwards, he will have lived more than half of his days without parents in this world.

“Come on, move your lazy ass to the table and let’s enjoy whatever you’ve managed to left unburned by now” He says as he grabs the plates and starts crossing the room to the small circular kitchen table. After a few seconds, he hears a soft sight and the familiar sound of his accurate and slow movement as the metal bars of his braces scratches the wooden floor.

The boy will be alright. Floki will make sure of it.

He will have a family again, and he will be ready when the time comes.

And then the old and lonely Floki will be allowed to rest in peace, he will go back to his family knowing he has fulfilled his promises.

And finally, all will be alright.

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The SML Podcast - Episode 298: "G- to Death"

Download Episode 298 out of order because I’m dumb.

I swear the title makes sense when you listen to the show...

The show kicks off with guest Andrew "zircon" Aversa joining the show to chat about his brand new game Tangledeep on Steam Early Access! Plus with Pernell Vaughan in tow we talk about the game itself, his decision to get into game development, his music over the years, cats, video games, and our usual general shenanigans! And yes, "Gay to Death" gets explained. I promise.

After Andrew heads out, we cover the news of the week including new Xbox Backward compatibility additions, reports of the godawful voice chat "solution" on the Nintendo Switch, the first game to depart the EA Access Vault this year, and the massive recent Telltale game reveals! All that plus game giveaways and our reviews!

Moto GP 17 from Milestone and Square Enix is the latest in the track racing GP racer with an all new managerial career mode. Moon Hunters from Kitfox Games is a short and sweet experience designed to be replayed from multiple angles. ACA NEOGEO Fatal Fury Special from Hamster Corporation brings the 1993 fighter to current day consoles. Conga Master from Undercoders, PM Studios, and Rising Star Games is a highly addictive conga line "sim" across dance clubs, bowling alleys, and alien ships!

Greg Middleton writes in a review of Circuit Breakers from Triverske and Excalibur Games, a twin stick top down shooter sure to consume all of your time. Dead Purge: Outbreak from Microlith Games is a first person shooter fighting for survival against a horde of diseased undead. Nocked! True Tales of Robin Hood from Andrew Schneider is a choose your own adventure style game where you play the green tuniced legend. Hunting Simulator from Neopica, Bigben Interactive, and Maximum Games is a slow paced and methodical sim shooter across a dozen different locales with 37 different animals.

Finally, we end the show with a handful of songs from zircon himself spanning his career including some music from Tangledeep!

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