#i am late to the hype as always but in my defense. i was sick and dying for the last ten billion years

[bgbrry]

"Sam, eyes on me now. We go to “D” and, right, would you say this is more “Dolls-comma-watching,” or “Dolls-comma-human skin”?

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[ID: two identical drawings of Alice Dyer and Samama Khalid from the magnus protocol. the illustrations are from inside the computer, you can see the wires, a spider web and in one version the text of a statement from TMAGP 1. Alice is dressed in a green flannel and white shirt, she has bleached blond hair with pink ends. She has a lot of pins and is snapping her fingers to draw Sam's attention. Sam has dark curly hair and square glasses, he has dark skin and is wearing a red-ish sweater. Hes looking up at Alice.]

[omegawolverine]

I know you posted it days ago but you said something about wanting to rant about either karl or his fanbase and its been itching at my brain. Ive no clue whats happening or what is happening at all cause no one seems to be making clear points?? Or explaining anything?

Obviously you do NOT have to talk about it im sure it might be a sore point to rant because people can get SO needlessly rude to others over it. But if you want to idk explain? Just rant? Im definetly curious what it was over or about.

The "you dont need to talk about this" is amplified by the fact i am DAYS late and you are probably over it by now.

okay hi yes im happy to talk about this but i think i should preface with two things:

1) even tho it may seem like im biased towards him or being very defensive of him im actually a super casual karl viewer and the only reason i am super defensive of him sometimes is bc we act a lot alike irl and that is mainly because of our neurodivegency. when i say a lot i mean we share traits like "annoying" stimming (jumping around, making loud noises, repeating the same phrases until everyone is sick of hearing them), the difficulty reading situations, the very obvious issues with volume control and not just bouncing from subject to subject to subject as we fucking please. basically anything you've seen karl do on stream that is Very Neurodivergent ive done the same in my own way which is why i get defensive when i see people calling him annoying or saying they dont like him, usually for these types of reasons. that being said, when i say im a very casual karl viewer, i fucking mean it. i usually only watch him when he's streaming with other ccs i like or when he's doing chill alt streams bc even with the annoying donos, he's pretty relaxing and comforting when he's just fucking around by himself and he isnt trying to get as hype as he would on a main channel stream. so yeah, it may seem like im biased and sure, i guess i am on some level, but it's not coming from a place of me hyperfixating on him or me even loving him as a cc, it's coming from me being a neurodivergent who likes him just enough to get upset when i see people basically being casually ableist towards him.

2) i dont have all the facts or even a great understanding on what the fuck has been happening recently with his "drama"...mostly bc he talked about it on his priv, which im not on, and people are gatekeeping the tweets, as they always do, and basically making you "dm to see them" (which is already a problem in and of itself bc apparently in these tweets he said he didnt want them being ss and shared, yet they are being shared thru dms over and over and over again like. at that point just stop withholding the information and post the fucking shit, you clearly dont care that he said "dont share"). additionally, most of the threads ive seen on this situation havent actually explained the initial issue, just talked about his apology (a lot of people have said "it's bad" but havent said why and with no screenshots ((i havent asked for someone to dm me them and i still havent seen them posted, which is mildly surprising, but incredibly frustrating at this point)), i only have a few basic details i can actually assess it on) or they talked about the initial issue in very vague details so um. excuse me trying to explain this now, but ill try and make it make sense with how little ive actually pieced together.

(oh, also, here's my first rant about the ableism in this fandom which is way more broad. this is a pretty different rant from that one, but they're both pretty big reasons why i hate this fandoms treatment of karl)

so basically the problems started with mr beast being apart of a charity stream that donated either to autism speaks or to a similar company, im unsure on that part. im also unsure on if the people participating in the stream actually knew of this or not bc, from what i remember, the money was being donated to a separate organization that was like. under the bad company or some shit like that, idk how stuff like that works and also i read about this shit months ago bc this originally happened months ago and just sorta came to a head recently.

anyways, i think karl was supposed to be apart of this stream but pulled out of it right before (that or these were two separate streams and karl was supposed to participate in the first but pulled out while mr beast did both?? idk. regardless karl did not actually participate, just mr beast). from there people started doing the guilt from association bullshit they always do, this was also doubled by the fact that the chris being racist stuff came out sometime around then and basically he got dragged all over twitter for "being ableist" and "supporting racists" and i cant remember if he actually apologized when this originally happened or not. i vaguely remember him apologizing about something back then but i genuinely dont know if it was this or something else.

basically that died down eventually, a good chunk of people unstanned him but him and honktwt didnt end up getting the lovely lil technotwt treatment and they still havent yet, surprisingly. good for them honestly ajsksk

but now we get to the past few weeks and apparently something happened with him "laughing at someone saying the r slur" (it was mizkif, i believe), specifically when it was directed at other people, which is a big yikes, obviously, but when karl was called out for this a lot of people kind of. made this into a situation that it wasnt bc um. basically karl didnt laugh at it, he gave a few nervous giggles, as people often do when in a situation like that (and karl specifically said he does this in the one part of his apology tweet which i did stumble upon, although it wasnt the important part of the apology thread bc why would it be) and people fucking crucified him for it. they quite literally dragged a neurodivergent man for supposedly "laughing at the r slur" when he can literally reclaim it and also he was just nervous laughing.

and this is where the situation just gets really bad because they. basically forced him to admit that he was autistic on his priv to apologize for this. i havent seen the screenshots of him saying this, but i saw people discussing it and i am frankly so fucking pissed about this because sure, it was a bad situation, and i understand people wanting an explanation, but an apology? for a neurodivergent man nervous laughing at a slur he can reclaim? and then forcing the man to admit something he literally said in that tweet he didnt want people to know which is why people were being so gatekeepy about it while also LOUDLY discussing the situation, as if that wouldnt drive MORE PEOPLE to look for screenshots and ways to get ahold of this information? and then people had the audacity to call it a "bad apology" when they had quite literally just violated his privacy by forcing him to admit something that he shouldnt have needed to share in the first place if he didnt want to, which he didnt.

and this is why im so pissed off. karl is already constantly picked at and made fun of and called annoying for his neurodivergent traits, things which he literally cant help, things which are generally harmless, and now he was forced into a situation where he can now be further picked at and made fun of and called annoying bc they forced him to admit something private instead of just understanding and accepting that he had been nervous laughing at someone using a slur he has definetly been called for his neurodivergency.

tldr of my thoughts: yes i think karl needed to address this situation, it definetly looked bad, but twitter stans have this sense of entitlement with their ccs and because of that, they consistently take it way too far and harm the people they claim to care about so dearly. we've seen it happen time and time again with dream, but this is the first time ive seen them basically force someone to out themselves to make their apology "valid" and most of them still seem to not want to accept it anyways, which just makes me feel bad for him bc now that info is out their and people are just disregarding it to continue "holding him accountable".

anyways, i think that's all i can really say on this topic rn tbh, if anyone else knows this situation better please feel free to lmk clarifications and ill add them in since, like i said, i know fuck all thanks to twitter being so goddamn hush hush about the important details while simultaneously being the loudest mfers about how much they hate karl now instead of just fucking unfollowing and moving on.

thanks for the ask and im sorry if this is confusing!! i just think this is one of those weird situations where like. i think karl deserved some criticism for what happened and how he handled it or at least he shouldve been asked to address it but that just. isnt what happened, at all. he was harrassed. karl got harrassed and because of that he handled this situation even more sloppily than he probably wouldve and exposed private info about himself that he didnt feel comfortable doing and it just. fucking sucks tbh.

[brianmayihaveyou-blog]

you know that (r. taylor)

Abstract: In which there is a party and (Y/N) grows jealous at the amount of girls shaking at the knees for the blonde haired drummer. Because of the built up frustration, (Y/N) pushes him away the whole night and that is something Roger Taylor will not tolerate.

Disclaimer: Credit to @taylormaydwithlove for the gif. Also, lowercase is for the aesthetic. 

It was approximately 3 hours after their gig at the pub that (Y/N) grew irritated. What was the point of going to a house party if you couldn’t enjoy yourself and surround yourself with the people you love? She refused to talk to any of the men there, knowing they just wanted a quick hook-up, and that was something she was not about. Most of the female population were either groupies or passed out drunk, probably even both. She couldn’t blame them, though; Queen was growing more and more popular since the year that Freddy had joined. It was bound to happen sooner or later that Roger would completely forget about her existence. So, (Y/N) toughened up, grabbing a fourth beer and turning her chair away from the grotesque scene of Roger chatting up two beautiful women, most likely in college or university. 

She sighed softly, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. Anyone could tell she was not in the mood despite the party atmosphere. This caused John to peer over to the empty seat beside (Y/N) and offer a warm smile. “What are you doing here all alone? I could’ve sworn you were bouncing off the walls earlier.” This had made her laugh suddenly but shortly, looking up at John sincerely. “You’re right; I like concerts. But, it’s getting late and I’m pretty tired now.” She sipped at her beer as John ordered the same.

“Well, I’m glad you could make it. I know you’re our friend, but I still appreciate how you come every Friday night. It means a lot to the band and to me.” he commented. He tapped his glass against hers in a cheering motion, making (Y/N) smile in the slightest. “You don’t have to thank me, I like the music you guys produce. It’s refreshing.”

Finally, someone who was able to make conversation with her. She felt comfortable around John. Their friendship was so easy and quiet, as if they were the only ones who understood each other. (Y/N) always thought of him as her friend soulmate, nothing more. John thought of her as the same way. Everything between them was strictly platonic and that’s how they liked it.

“I would offer you another beer but it seems as if you’ve had enough.” he joked after an hour or so of conversation. “I’m fine,” she slurred, falling a little into him.

John struggled on what to do because he could feel the stare of his friend from across the room. What exactly was John doing with (Y/N)? Why was she talking to John all night and instead of with the blonde? Roger was more than peeved off, his blood was boiling. And, as if to make matters worse, Roger wasn’t even drunk. He was fully aware of what was going on, and he didn’t like it, not one bit. Girls leaned against him and snuggled against his toned body to which he shrugged at. Roger never cared about the women who hung around him, or rather on him. But, he never really knew how to communicate to (Y/N) that they were just fans. He wished she would’ve come over and talked with him but sometimes Roger can get caught up in the moment. He grunted under his breath, his eyes turning to slits while watching (Y/N) and John interact with each other.

He would never admit it to anybody, but he was bloody jealous. His and (Y/N)’s relationship was so unique and genuine. He missed the times when he could just run to her for anything but now he felt as if she put her guard up. Roger knew that something was going on with her but never asked. Why? He felt as if she wanted to be left alone. Oh, boy was he wrong.

John could feel the atmosphere grow intense, his eyes searching for help around the room. Brian was busy talking to friends and Freddy was chatting up Mary. So, the only person he really knew was Roger and when he glanced his way, he automatically felt the tension. Roger glared harder, if that was even possible, and shook his head. Exactly what was John doing with (Y/N) leaning all over him like that?

John smiled awkwardly and turned to his drunken friend, placing his heads on her shoulder to steady her. “You should probably head home, (Y/N). I don’t think you need any more drinks.”

She stood, however, in defense at his words. She stumbled for a second before leaning against the counter. “I will not leave! I’m having a great time talking to you. And not that bratty drummer boy.” Words were flowing out of her mouth, one by one, and none of them seemed to be kind. Roger perked up, hearing the name ‘drummer’ come off her lips and he sat up instantly. 

John, although entirely concerned for her health, was amused at her statement. Instead of ushering her to a cab, he urged her on, occasionally taking small glances towards Roger’s way. “Go on, love, what about that bratty drummer boy?”

(Y/N) placed her hands on her hip, ready to rant. When she got drunk, everything started to pour out of her. Like an open book. Roger always thought it was funny but this time he wasn’t laughing. “Ah, yes. That bratty, slutty, no good drummer boy. He thinks fucking some dumb twat from the pub after every show is alright but it’s not. He doesn’t think of the feelings of others, and that poor girl. Who knows how many girls he’s been with? I don’t even know what the hype is all about, he probably only lasts six seconds.” 

People that were around chuckled at her words, some murmuring their agreements. Roger felt not only embarrassed, but livid. His eyes burned in anger at (Y/N), feeling rather disappointed in her. He stood abruptly, the girls around him whining at his sudden movement. But, he didn’t care. Roger Taylor was furious.

“(Y/N), come ‘ere right now.” he growled, his finger motioning her forward. 

(Y/N) turned around slowly and laughed rudely. “I’m not another one of your little whores.”

That’s it; Roger stomped forward and grabbed (Y/N)’s arm, pulling her out into the cold night where it was a bit more private. She hissed in pain, rubbing her arm once she was released. It took everything in Roger not to explode on her right then and there so he took it slow, breathing in and out. Roger had never been so humiliated in his life. First she doesn’t talk to him all night and then when she does open her mouth, she speaks horribly about him in front of others. How nice. 

“What the fuck do you think you were doing in there? Huh? Is our friendship some kind of sick joke because God knows I would never, ever say something like that. And you know that.” 

There was a hint of hurt in Roger’s voice, something that rarely happened. He wasn’t the kind of person to just admit their feelings. With him, it took time and patience to really open up. So, when he told someone he was hurt, he was really hurt. (Y/N) shuffled her feet, the alcohol in her still present. However, she tried hard to focus on what her friend was saying. She hurt him and didn’t really have a reason to. This caused her to sigh heavily, running her hands through her hair in frustration.

“I’m sorry. But I meant what I said. You don’t take into account the girls you fuck and the lives you’ve probably ruined. You think you’re this big, bad rockstar that can do whatever they want! And i’m not going to sit around and watch you do this while I’m being left ignored.”

Roger froze for a moment. Sure, he knew that she was upset about him constantly sleeping around, she always has been. But, when she mentioned she felt ignored, he grew interest. Roger always included (Y/N) into as much as possible. He felt like if she wasn’t there then he shouldn’t be there either. He stepped forward, searching her eyes for help.

“I’m not ignoring you. If I was ignoring you then I wouldn’t invite you.” he said, his voice softening. However, that lasted for only a second as he took into account her words again, his eyebrows furrowing in anger. “I cannot recall a time where  I didn’t invite you to a show or to a get together. You’ve always been involved in my life, and you know that!” he fumed.

(Y/N) huffed and folded her arms across her chest. “Included? Invited? You don’t even talk to me! What’s the point of going if I’m just a ghost to you?”

Roger groaned, leaning his head back in annoyance. He knew she was right. He was growing distant. Their friendship was being taken for granted and he didn’t like that. But, he liked having her around. It reassured him knowing she would be there at their gigs and their parties; it felt like everything was okay. If he had really known what she was truly feeling then he would’ve stopped. Roger cursed himself in his head, turning to look at her again.

“It’‘s not the same without you there.” 

(Y/N) looked at him in disbelief. That sentence made absolutely no sense. It wasn’t the same? He barely acknowledges her presence but feels it wouldn’t be the same if she wasn’t there? (Y/N) laughed harshly, shaking her head. “How is that fair to me? I’m not your babysitter, Roger. I’m also not your mother, your sister, your guardian, or your girlfriend. I am your friend. You don’t need validation from me to go out and have fun. You should really grow the fuck up if you need my approval to be out of the house.” she spat.

Roger rolled his eyes. “I don’t need your approval or anyone’s approval. I feel complete when you’re there. Like everything is going to be alright.” He struggled with his words. His hands trailed to his mop of blonde locks as he tugged at his hair in frustration. For once in his life, Roger was stuck on how to word his words. 

“Because when I’m with you, I feel like I can finally breathe. I know it’s stupid but I get anxious knowing you’re not here with me. And I know how shitty I’ve been. There’s no excuse, I get that. But you have to know that I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that.” 

(Y/N) felt her heart speed up in her chest, Roger’s words warming her entirely. Guilt began to creep up on her as she realized how much she did embarrass him tonight. She hated herself for taking out her frustration on him like that. This situation was a mess that she wished she could get out of.

“I know, Rog. I know.” 

There was a long moment of silence. She slowly trailed her eyes to look at him and he felt his cheeks warm up intensely. (Y/N) groaned and walked forward, wrapping her arms around Roger. When he felt the hug, he immediately returned it, almost crushing her body in the process. Roger could feel the tension begin to slip away. He hid back a smile as he buried his head in her neck, holding onto her a bit longer than usual. She could feel that this hug was needed, to relieve the stress both of them were feeling in their friendship. It was a reassurance, something both of them desperately needed. 

It was a tender moment, until he opened his mouth to speak once more.

“And you know that I last longer than six seconds, love.”

[paladinspride]

Hopefully this is my last VLD S7 discourse post.

I usually try to stay out of the drama but LGBTQ rep is near and dear to me and I have spent the last few days totally caught up in the discourse surrounding S7, despite my best intentions. Can I blame myself though? It is every where!  

So I am hoping if I just put all my thoughts in an under the cut post, maybe I can move on and go back to enjoying the show for what it is and creating and assuming the fanon content I enjoy. I really do like the show. I just have feelings about some decisions.

Warning, there is an essay under here:

I’ll start by reminding people, I am in my 30s and I came out as bi in the 90s so I grew up in a totally different stage of society than most of the fandom. I mention this because it is important to keep in mind that the western world was not as open and accepting as it is now and my generation did a lot to make progress happen. There is still a lot to be done, but that is another matter.

I grew up in an age where LGBTQ characters, if present, were usually evil, tortured or killed off. At best, they were a comedic side kick. When we started to get LGBTQ content, shows like Queer as Folk, were given late night time slots and considered adult and taboo.  

Shows like Modern Family were an amazing win for LGBTQ rep but animation still had/has a lot of ground work to do.

Dreamworks got flack for Gobber saying, “And that’s why I never married,” in HTTYD 2 and that was super vague.

Conservative groups were adamant that children’s content be free of “discussions of sexuality.” Gosh forbid, someone be gay so any references had to be vague and nearly undetectable. LGBTQ content was heavily censored and often out right forbidden.

Legend of Korra’s Korrasami pushed the envelope and broke ground but it’s rep was still at the very end of the series and quiet enough to sneak by censors.

Right before I watched VLD, I watched Yuri on Ice and was so moved that there was a well written animated series that depicted a same sex relationship where it wasn’t played for comedic effect, tokenism or tragedy.

When I finished YOI, I got sucked into VLD by the fan art. When I watched the show, Keith and Lance’s relationship intrigued me and I had fun imagining scenarios where they could end up together and live in domestic bliss.

The fandom ate it up. There was so much K/lance content to create and consume and so much positive response to it, that I fell in love. They became an OTP and I have dedicated my blog to them ever since.

However, this whole time I have been cautiously optimistic about the likelihood that K/lance could become canon because I imagined the crew would have a fight on their hands to make it happen. My experience with representation in media made it hard for me to let myself hope.  

But I let myself believe because of LOK, Disney having a gay character come out on one of its youth series, and shows like One Day At A Time.

Shipping meta didn’t help.          

But I tried very hard to keep my hopes in check and remind myself that fanon isn’t canon and that I am hear for the fanon. Canon would be nice but it is not the end all be all. I had to repeat this to myself a lot.

The last little while I have found myself growing exceptionally tired of “KICK” and shipper’s insistence that K/lance will be canon because I knew the fandom was getting their hopes up and that fanon and canon are separate things and I didn’t want people to get their hearts broken when fanon wasn’t represented in canon.

Also, I wanted people to focus on creating and consuming fanon content rather than scouring the canon for proof and engaging in petty ship wars, but that is some people’s idea of fun, and I can’t judge them for enjoying the show differently than me.

Anyways, despite my reservations, I let myself hope.

Then we had Shiro’s reveal. I was so excited that we were getting a strong persevering leader and POC as LGBTQ rep in a children’s animation that I didn’t even care that the likelihood of K/lance was diminished for me because there was no way I could let my self believe that we could have three characters in canon m/m relationships.

But then I watched S7 and the rep fell a little flat for me, but I was still happy there was enough insinuation that m/m youth could see themselves in Shiro.

But then they gave Ezor and Zethrid a coded scene and killed them and Adam.

I don’t think the show runners did this with any ill intent. I think they were clueless to the fact that they were committing a dangerous trope.

The show is about war, yes, and people are lost in war, but we need to have enough LGBTQ characters in animation, media in general really, that the loss of one is not such a blow.  They should have predicted the fandom outrage, but I don’t think they did, and now they are on the defensive, seemingly making things worse.  

I also felt queer baited. And I don’t use that term lightly. I have defended them against queer baiting in the past because 99% of the time, the feeling is the result of the fandom building hype by reading into things and spinning things the showrunners and Vas said and not actually baiting.

And that happened again here.

But I feel like the showrunners contributed to it this time.

But I also am not sure how they could have shut it down.

I kind of wish they would not have said anything about Shiro at SDCC and just let the viewers interpret the scene for themselves. LM and JDS saying Adam and Shiro were engaged doesn’t mean anything if they don’t show it in the show. That was their mistake.

If they were not sure they would be able to give explicit rep, they should not have said anything about it. I don’t think people would have cared as much that there was not LGBTQ rep if we were not expecting it.

I get wanting to make everyone happy and being inclusive and not wanting to spoil anything or shut down ships but ugh it made an ugly situation. I  don’t know how they could have been more honest without spoiling things though.  

(But if they really didn’t want to shut down ships, why write Lance and Keith in any romantic arcs at all? They knew how popular the ships were to make some changes? I suppose the verdict is still out on whether A/llurance and K/acxa are gonna be cannon though so I really shouldn’t assume and get upset about that yet)

The fandom is partly to blame for the hype and perceived queer baiting in the past. If people didn’t ask questions that put show runners and VAs in awkward spots or spinning things said, the hype might not be so extreme.  

But this time it feels like the show runners went with it?

Did marketers encourage the hype for ratings though? Definitely. I don’t trust marketers. There goal is to get people talking about the show, be it good or bad. It’s important to remember the show runners and the marketers are separate. Netflix pulled some shady moves with the posters and that whole folding picture thing.

And that brings me back to K/lance.  

For awhile now I am have been thinking they pulled a Zutara with K/lance and S/hallura, (Zutara is the pairing of Zuko and Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender, and the plan was for them to be canon but studio pressure suggested the audience related to Aang more so they shifted gears and made Kaang the canon romance in the last season instead).

S/hallura could have been such a beautifully written loves story of two fierce leaders and no one can tell me they don’t have chemistry and corresponding arcs.

So I was surprised when it was revealed that Shiro was the LGBTQ rep.

This made me think maybe Shiro and Adam were to be just friends and K/lance was meant to be canon after all, which is why so many of us saw canon potential in S1-3) but then it got shut down for any numbers of reasons and they decided to make Shiro the rep instead.

Barlee recently tweeted that Shiro was always meant to be the LGBTQ rep and they had to fight for what they showed though.

So this combined with the fact that they had to fight to show what little they did and the insistence that Shiro “is the rep,” makes me think K/lance isn’t happening for sure.

And I am sad about that. And that is ok. I am allowed to be sad about it. My sadness that my ship won’t be canon should not dismiss my concerns about the bury your gays trope though. They are two different issues and I am sick that people are undermining the argument because of who people ship.

I am also sad, that Barlee’s tweet suggested that LM and JDS did not get to tell the story they wanted to tell because of studio meddling. I’d really love to know what that story was.  

But I will get over it and go back to creating and consuming content for K/lance and VLD because the world that VLD created is rich and inspiring to me. I love exploring the what ifs and alternate story lines the VLD universe has to offer because that is the part of fandom I enjoy.

I enjoy the canon too, but it is just one story in a list of endless possibilities.

[sherokutakari]

I’m gonna do something I never do, and that is write a reaction post for an entire goddamn season of Voltron. Spoilers will ensue.

Firstly and foremostly, I think we all need to heave a big ol’ ball of fuck you at the creators over Adam, and WHATEVER ship name you call him and Shiro by.

That was not representation

That was not “respecting your lgbt+ fanbase”

That was a straight up Bury Your Gays trope, and I am sick

Although if we’re being honest with ourselves, it can’t even really canonically be BYG at this point because

not

ONCE

was it even touched upon in the season that Shiro and Adam had been a couple. We had some heavily subtextual lines but had we not had direct confirmation outside of canon that Adam was Shiro’s ex, it would have just been another ship. Klance has more frequent and meaningful interactions. Shieth has more frequent and meaningful interactions. Hell, much as I hate Allurance personally, and as stunted and forced as that relationship is, even they have more frequent and meaningful interactions. Even goddamn Acxa/Kieth have more on-screen dialogue about romantic feelings than goddamn Adam/Shiro.

And I promise this reaction post won’t all be ship related, but on the subject, they did both Klance AND Allurance dirty, too

With Klance the hints and baiting from cast and crew are undeniable. Now being a pretty low-key Klance shipper, I have not compiled all the evidence thereof like so many other blogs have, but at the least

at the very least

we were told to expect more time for Kieth and Lance’s relationship to develop again, much like it had in season three. Outside of them saying each other’s names first in battles, we basically got diddly.

In fact, we got Lance saying Keith should be set free from their weird ass test because he’s an amazing leader, and half Galra, and called him the future. What a great start, right? And wow! Keith even also chose Lance!!!

... so that... he wouldn’t have to spend time with Lance ever again.

What in the actual hell?

Also wasn’t there an interview or something that said Keith and Lance got stranded on the astral plane while the rest of Team Voltron were “asleep for a long time”? Hope is in the stars? Et c. whatever??? Idek anymore. There’s so much crew talk involving Klance that I can’t remember even HALF of it at this point.

Anyway, ALLURANCE

I absolutely hate the idea of this ship just because of the lack of, or at best one-sided build up, but I know a ton of people were looking forward to it under the right circumstances

Something like Lance and Allura actually, I don’t know, talking to each other about this type of thing? The fallout of Allura’s relationship with Lotor? Lance maybe NOT taking an interest in Romelle just ‘cause she’s there?

But no, we got a suddenly blushy Allura, who had previously shown NO interest in Lance and in fact still chose Lotor over him after learning about Lance’s feelings, being all “come back safely~”, and then newly introduced characters having to be like OOOOOOH THE PRINCESS LIKES YOU TOO. I HAVE TO SAY THIS OUT LOUD OR THE AUDIENCE WILL NEVER BUY IT. THIS IS TOTALLY NATURAL.

Like

Come on.

And correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t there something about Lance pairing up with someone who “isn’t what he wants (Allura since day one) but who he needs (shut up, we all have theories on who this is and I’m not fighting anyone over it,) so did they just drop that bit for him?

And what about Lance being Allura’s rebound being referred to by (I think) Joaquim as being “a disservice to both those characters”

Meanwhile Lance’s promised development has STILL

not

goddamn

come

We got him being very competent in battle and... still... being belittled by his teammates at every opportunity. Like ha ha I get it Lance is the cheap shot comic relief but all Lance really seemed to develop this season is a Millennial’s nihilisticly suicidal sense of humor. Which I mean #Mood but we still haven’t addressed Keith’s suicide attempt, and Lance has already DIED (and not talked about it,) and is making outright “Don’t worry, we’ll all be dead soon anyway” jokes. And when he and Veronica were about to die and Red saved him, that was just Red saving his Paladin like always, not Lance successfully calling him to Earth. (As evidenced by the other lions all lighting up and flying away, and the like two second shot of Red just... sitting there, entirely dark.)

Not only that but we’ve seem to gone backwards? Where was his sword Bayard, hm? Why did he unlock traditionally “Keith’s” weapon (albeit a different style sword,) if that wasn’t going to come into play once Keith was back?

and SPEAKING OF KEITH AND LACK OF DEVELOPMENT well firstly a pause, for the lovely Keith and Hunk scene. That was a long time coming and absolutely wonderful.

But suddenly Keith is just... IN leader mode? No adjustment period, no getting reacquainted with the rest of the team, not even a scene to talk with goddamn Shiro over being more willing and able to accept leadership. Two years in space with one other person and an animal, not matter how cool that animal is, does not suddenly a leader make. Oh, and there was no follow-up whatsoever on said two year time gap either, by the way.

And Krolia just leaving again, after making a big deal about not doing that again?? Like hey son we had a fun and terrifying vacation on an enormous space whale, but once again, mission above all else, peace out. They definitely couldn’t just bring Kolivan with them until he’d recovered and have a few scenes to put a proper plan in action that may still have had Krolia leave, but at least have it make sense. Nope, better just leave right now immediately while Kolivan is almost dead because there aren’t quite as many knives in this wall as their should be.

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH GALAXY GARRISON, no one had ever thought about MAYBE defending the earth against POSSIBLE ALIENS when the Kerberos team disappeared!! We’ve known since season one they knew it wasn’t pilot error! We’re told this from the files Pidge is going through!!! WHY WAS AN ESTABLISHMENT CALLED THE GALAXY GARRISON SENDING PEOPLE ALL THE WAY OUT TO OUR FARTHEST PLANET, WITHOUT HAVING ANY SORT OF PLANETARY DEFENSES IN THE WORKS

But instead, let’s just macguffin our way out of danger for half a season straight.

Can’t fly the Galra pod Shiro crashed it? Or the Altean ship Sam brought?? No worries, we SOMEHOW got Navs up and running well enough to make simulators for how to fly them just in case

We have good pilots on the simulators now? Good thing Sam knows how to actually build the things!!

The ships are short range and burn through non-crystal powers quickly? GOSH if only we had some of the season’s first episode’s macguffin left HAHA JUST KIDDING WE DO

Need the Lions from four planets away? Now you can AAAAALL CALL YOUR LIONS, REGARDLESS OF BOND LEVEL OR THE FACT THAT ALLURA KNOWS HER BOND IS THE WEAKEST AND NOT YET UP TO PAR

The lions can come to you, but can’t actually do what you want them to? WHOOPS THEY CAN NOW, IF YOU JUST CONCENTRATE EVEN SUPER DUPER HARDER

Oh no, we built a giant ship! But it won’t!!! Run without a crystal!!!!! or like 7 super massive blackholes!!!!!!!!! Coran: CHECK OUT MY BLING

But Coran, your bling is too small! Look at how big the bling hole is, and your bling is just too smol! Bling: BITCH IT’S MAGIC

THE DEFLECTOR PLATES JUST HAPPEN TO HOLD OUT LONG ENOUGH FOR THE ATLAS TO GET IN PLACE

THE ATLAS’ SHIELDS JUST HAPPEN TO HOLD OUT LONG ENOUGH FOR THE LIONS TO DESTROY THE CANONS

SUDDENLY DUAL WIELDING VOLTRON

SUDDENLY SHIRO IS BASICALLY OLCARIAN BECAUSE OF HIS DOPE NEW FLOATATION DEVICE ARM

SUDDENLY ATLAS BECOMES ANOTHER GIANT ROBOT TO TAKE ON THE SMALLER GIANT ROBOT THAT JUST BEAT THE TITULAR GIANT ROBOT’S ASS

- d e e p   b r e a t h -

Like don’t get me wrong, there was still a lot about this season I liked. I mean I stayed up just to finish watching it all the way through. But with how hyped it was, and honestly how positive the reviews mostly were, I was expecting a better. A lot better.

They did Adam dirty.

They did their (largely lgbt+) fanbase dirty, while patting themselves on the back for idk thinking they pulled another Korra? (Which, haha, no.)

They did lots of ships, characters, plot lines, and honestly their own universe dirty.

I’m hoping to hear more from the cast and crew soon, about things in this season, things in the upcoming season, and honestly just what the heck just happened. Because tbph? For once, Voltron has actually left a very bitter taste in my mouth.

And I want to believe they can fix it before it’s too late.

[simkjrs]

msa asks (chap. 4  & onwards)

masterpost of msa asks that have been piling up, starting from when chapter 4 was published. thanks for your patience everyone...

answered in chronological order (first sent to most recently sent). i might have missed a couple, sorry about that

Anonymous said: IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT

Anonymous said: *INCOHERENT SCREECHING AND FLAILING*

ah, the halcyon days of innocence, before everyone finished reading the chapter

Anonymous said: *just finished chp4* uh Yeah about that what the fuck? simk whAT THE HELL DID YOU POUR GUNPOWDER ON YOUR PC? LOAD 14 BULLETS ON EVERY KEY ON YOUR KEYBOARD? SEND KILLER ZAPS TO ANYONE WHO SCROLLS UNTIL THE END OF THE CHAPTER? I WAS SO EXCITED ABT THE UPDATE THAT I COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT U WERE ACTUALLY A MURDERER IN DISGUISE? ANOTHER BEGINNERS MISTAKE, BECAUSE EVERYTHING U WRITE FUCKS ME UP ON EVERY FUCKING LEVEL? SO YEah what i wanted to say is that i love you

to date this is still one of the funniest asks i’ve ever gotten and it’s going in my testimonials

Anonymous said: me @ the new msa chapter:👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

thank you, i do my best

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD! YOU REALLY PUT THE SNAKE FASHION THING!! :DDD :OOO

it was too good to pass up!! if you want to message me w/ ur name or url so i can credit you for inspo/the prompt, feel free :p

Anonymous said: I actually thought in the middle of the chapter that temple-dog would help Izuku escape so he would get captured by the other side of the coin and now i'm just crying

fjdlfkjsldf im sorry im like this. i do this 

Anonymous said: in just a few hours the comments went from 5 to flipping 23 25

yeah im very lucky to have so many people follow & support my writing!! im grateful to everyone who comments.

Anonymous said: I wonder how being sick works for MSA Izuku. In that odd state of not being as aware as usual and your mind being foggy, would he hear that star song easier or any other odd spirit shenanigans?

he’d just be kind of out of it and more susceptible to... things 

Anonymous said: SCREAMS?? I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH AND THIS CHAPTER WAS ABSOLUTELY STELLAR, THANK YOU FOR IMMEDIATELY BRIGHTENING MY NIGHT! I HOPE YOU HAVE A FANTASTIC TIME!!

ahh im really glad you enjoyed chapter four that much!! thank you!!!

Anonymous said: IM HOLLERIN THE NEW CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD WTF??

fjldkfsldf thank you.... 

Anonymous said: When I first commented on Ao3 I felt like looking at the other comments and I noticed all of them (at the time) had a line along the lines of "he needs a break" so I ended up imagining him just sunbathing on some tropical beach (read deserted island) sipping coconut Juice and sighing happily with noone to bother him.

that would be ideal. i think izuku also would not know what to do with himself

Anonymous said: MSA Izuku ch.4 summary: Kirishima: Hey are you ok? Izuku, literally on fire: Why, what's wrong?

GHFLKDFJLSDF IM LAUGHING!!! YOURE NOT WRONG

Anonymous said: I just finished msa ch4 and im?? Its 0 dark 00 and I have a 7 hour shift later Toda but I had to put it down and gnash my teeth over how GORGEOUS and HEARTBREAKING this chapter was before picking it up and finishing it. God im so stoked that it came out. Alright my pal, I hope you have a good time period of indeterminate length; take care of yourself yo!!

thank you im so glad you enjoyed it!! and i hope things have been good for you!

Anonymous said: ffuuuUUUUCK THAT TEMPLE-DOG YO WHAT AN AWFUL ICKY THING TO DO

correct, although in its defense, if izuku had just been another spirit, their connection would not have had that kind of effect 

Anonymous said: Uh, sorry if this bothering you, this has something to do with Msa Izuku, but not the new chapter (love it BTW, poor Izuku got captured by Overhaul. The cat is a new bar.).So, I would like to ask, just for fun, what would Izuku sees if he meets C/astiel face to face and how would the spirits react?

i think my worldbuilding and spn worldbuilding would conflict in so many terrible ways, but... izuku would prob be able to see c/astiel’s wings and true form? only for a bit before his eyes started getting itchy, and then started bleeding... dont think the spirits would like angels very much. spirits are a very prideful and arrogant bunch who don’t like to be intruded upon or interfered with

Anonymous said: who is Senshajou other than an amazing creature which I love already

senshajou is plato’s ideal cat. they are not exactly a spirit. they just are

Anonymous said: I'm suuuper curious about what the One for All spirit looks like in MSA, because my first thought is that it'd have to be this massive chimeric mutant due to the nature of it's creation and the fact it's been bonded to eight separate people.

coming back and reading this is incredibly funny because like. yeah. ofa is a chimera. not quite for the reasons you think, but yeah

Anonymous said: You know what I'm thinking right now? What of kiri and deku met in public after The Arrest™. The sheer chaos it would bring. The Confusion ™. I'm sure deku would just take one look at kiri and just. Book it. Also ch4 helped inspire me in my endavour to write about my etheral starlight dragon god for a original story i've been thinking up. You're really good at describing creatures beyond Imagination, you know.

you have correctly predicted this scenario. 

also im glad ch4 was able to help you in your writing endeavors!! best of luck!!

Anonymous said: whenever i read msa i always picture izuku wearing like, some kind of grey cloak, with the hood always up and shadowing his eyes no matter the context/location/surrounding temperature. It doesn't make any sense given the general fashion in bnha but I can't help it- msa!izuku is a cloak kinda guy imo

you’re right but msa izuku would also hate the attention that would come with wearing a cloak. he is definitely a hood-up kind of guy

Anonymous said: msa au in which Deku escapes the villain alliance, breaks into Kirishima's home, and just, fucking collapses on the couch. Kirishima gets up the next morning to see the fucking cryptid he'd hunted for days just, sleeping on his couch like a giant cat. What the fuck. What the fuck.

hold that thought

Anonymous said: So I'm reading ch 4 and listening to "I appear missing" by queens of the stone age and it works ridiculously well ngl (also like gd this chapter is so good the hype is real👍👍)

thank you!! this is a p cool song

Anonymous said: In MSA does everyone have a spirit? Have people always had spirits? Do you know how quirks started? Do even quirkless people have spirits? Why don't they have quirks? Could Izuku open their channel, or is the quirk canceling bullets different from quirkless people? So many questions!

most everyone has a spirit but not everyone, people have not always had guardian spirits, i do know how quirks started, quirkless people have spirits, they don’t have quirks because their bodies have not adapted to channel their spirit’s energy adequately, and izuku can try something with unlocking quirks, but it depends on what there is to work with already. quirk cancelling bullets rewind the bond between spirit and human but they don’t erase the adaptations to the body. quirkless people dont have that adaptation in the first place... hope that makes sense 

Anonymous said: dunno if this's been mentioned/acknowledged or asked about before, but wheres izuku's guardian spirit?

he ain’t got one. but why... 

Anonymous said: CHOO CHOO IT'S THE UNRESOLVED EMOTIONAL ISSUES TRAIN COMING IN AT 242379 MILES AN HOUR THERE ARE NO STOPS THERE ARE NO BRAKES WE DIE LIKE MEN ON THE HELL EXPRESS ~bakugous spirit

this is a joke but actually, yes. actually, this is very applicable to msa izuku himself, and so many characters i write, actually. this is an icnredibly funny ask and i love the phrases you use  and i would not be surprised if i subconsciously absorb this phrase and accidentally use it in the future. thank you for this

Anonymous said: question: if msa izuku and kirishima were in a dangerous situation and izuku almost got hurt very badly/died but he managed to escape. BUT kirishima didnt see him escape and didnt know he was okay. how would kirishima react

in typical kirishima fashion he would be very worried about izuku and would probably try to figure out a way to rescue him

Anonymous said: im ppl have been talkig abt izu's guardian spirit lately, but wht abt allm's? i like to imagine that when shimura died, she became toshi's guardian spirit

shes not allm’s guardian spirit but shes Around

Anonymous said: ok but the part where msa izuku says release it rly reminded me of cardcaptor sakura just sayin

never watched cardcaptor sakura but thats p cool 

Anonymous said: I'd like to think if MSA. Izu/ku got hit with a quirk erasing bullet it wouldn't kill him, just like knock him out for a good day or so until he wakes back up through spite and the universe just hating him and being like "man thanks for the nap gun guys gotta get me one of those"

Anonymous said: I had a dream that msa!izu/ku was standing in his cell and staring at a nearby guard and the guard is wondering wtf why is he staring like that but actually he was just really tired and fell asleep. Standing up. W/eyes open.

HEY THIS IS INCREDIBLE AND INCREDIBLY FUNNY AND IF SOMEONE WROTE A SNIPPET WITH IZUKU DOING THIS I WOULD ABSOLUTELY BELIEVE IT

Anonymous said: I'm sorry but I have to tell you “Would you like to sit?” “No.” is the funniest interaction I have ever experienced in my life I woke up my grandmother at 3 am cause I was laughing so hard and she's doesn't even live on the same floor as me

im so glad that izuku being a bullheaded and troubled teenager can bring some amusement and laughter to your day

Anonymous said: i guess you could say that in the lastest chapter, msa izuku is kicking ass... /and taking names/ BA DUM TSHHHHHHH

HGJDFKJSDLGSDF IM LAUGHING!!!! STOP THIS

Anonymous said: In the MSA verse when someone doesn't like their quirk for example like your OC Mitoki and they don't use their quirk how does that affect their spirit?

doesn’t really affect their spirit except like, psychologically or emotionally, because they would Like for their charge to be able to use their powers in order to defend themselves, but their charge Is Not

Anonymous said: What would Mitoki think of MSA Izuku?

msa izuku: says Anything msa izuku: pulls Those Stunts msa izuku: does stuff of gray legality without bothering to explain himself, ever msa izuku: also is grudgingly a good person mitoki: this guy is hilarious and a fucking RIOT, i have to adopt him immediately

Anonymous said: i imagine after hearing the music of the universe msa izuku doesn't like human music anymore, huh?

i think he isn’t very fond of any music that reminds him of that experience, and how he nearly lost sight of his sense of self. normal, mundane music with absolutely nothing out of the ordinary is probably a relief

Anonymous said: Just wanted to drop in and say that I really love MSA!!! It's a super refreshing read, and I LOVE how you write everyone. I'm so hooked, you have no idea. Thank you so much for all the work you put into it!!

thank you for dropping in and letting me know!! i love feedback like this, makes me happy to keep writing and sharing stuff. i hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Anonymous said: someone: *gives izuku positive attention* izuku: you come into MY HOUSE

yeah that’s pretty much exactly it

Anonymous said: This might be a little weird and specific, but how would MSA Izuku react to someone who does similar stuff to him? Meaning, constantly does weird eldritch shit while sassing away any attempts to figure it out. And also assuming that they keep crossing paths no matter how either party feels about it.

probably kind of uncomfortable, but if this person is reacting to said eldritch stuff the way msa izuku reacts to spirit stuff, i think he’d just recognize this person as someone else who’s going through a lot of stuff and just wants to be left alone, and then msa izuku would proceed to leave them alone. maybe quietly give them a coffee if they look like they need it, then leave.

if this person was enjoying eldritch stuff, i think msa izuku would be kind of envious of them, and resentful, because hey, this person gets a way better deal than me in terms of eldritch mysteries, why do i get stuck with all the bad stuff? 

either way i don’t think msa izuku would spend a lot of time with them, he has a lot of his own stuff to deal with.

Anonymous said: Holy hell. Did Izuku, like, frickin ABSORB afo or some shit??

Anonymous said: Did izu/ku discover afo's spirit's name? And then proceed to destroy afo

Anonymous said: If I was Aizawa, or any other clever member of the hero crew, my assumption would probably be that Izuku is the product of a quirk that makes physical manifestations of other people's quirks. The person with said quirk probably used it on themselves, thus Izuku. It would reasonably explain why he's so dodgy about his identity, can fix/alter quirks, talks strangely to nothing, and is so effected by the eraser quirk. (It's fun manufacturing wrong but reasonable theories!)

oh thats a really interesting theory!! hmm yeah... it could work, but if i was aizawa i would wonder why izuku didn’t just disappear if he was just a temporary manifestation of a quirk. i’ll deffo consider this though and if it proves useful to the story i hope you won’t mind if i use it? 

thank you for writing in!

Anonymous said: Goodness, I love your work. A part of me silently lives for the day when MSA!Izu and All Might spend time together and AM's just?? Immune to all of Izu's snark, while still being such a dad. Like "Deku my boy, where's the hoodie I gave you? It's getting cold out."/"Based on the trajectory of the moon and sun, in a garbage bin somewhere."/"Oh! Well it *was* my old highschool hoodie. It was probably getting too old to wear anyway"/*Cue frustrated-mortified screams of the little cryptid child*

frankly i don’t think msa izuku would be able to handle someone knowing About Him and genuinely looking after him at the same time, he’s only ever had one or the other at a time, if all might did this msa izuku would short circuit and have a minor crisis because he doesn’t know how to accept affection from someone who accepts him for who he is. this thought hurts me and i regret thinking about this. really good ask, thanks for sending it in

Anonymous said: Your fic ‘know what i’ve made by the marks on my hands’ is a power move in of itself.

fndlfksldkf THANKS, im putting this in my testimonials

Anonymous said: Ever since the beggining of MSA I can't get rid of a certain though. Bakugou's Quirk something horibly adorable and comepletely enamored with Izuku. Like, the moment it sees him, it just jumps at him with hugs and kisses, possibly some purrs. Izuku avoiding the duo because he's so done and tired of the vilent love and explosive heatred mixture.

izuku hates it because both of them are giving him some form of attention and he just wants them to forget about him and be done with it

Anonymous said: Idk whether this was asked but how do names come across in the second intonation?? Like if izuku was saying senshajou (?) would the name come out in japanese or does the second intonation have a way of saying names without actually saying them? Basically would listening in on their conversation reveal a bunch of static and then just "carwash" in the middle of the sentence??

intonations aren’t a new language, just a manner of speaking, where the fourth intonation takes the most energy and the first intonation (normal speech) takes the least. effectively, izuku and all the spirits are speaking japanese, but the intonation they speak in will take their words to a different energy level. if that makes sense. so, no, ‘carwash’ would not show up in the middle of a sentence

Anonymous said: SIMK IM CHOKING!!!!!! YOUR ART LEFT ME SPEECHLESS ITS SO GOOOOD!!!!

thank you so much!!! this is very flattering, and makes me very happy as well

Anonymous said: Hey have you ever played OFF?? Idk the first pic you drew for MSA rly reminds me of it

i have not! but i love the art i’ve seen for it

Anonymous said: so are the guardian spirits in msa bound to their humans in a distance sense? like can they just wander off to somewhere far away from their human or would they hit a boundary somewhere?

yes, spirits are basically bound by proximity! they can leave their charges behind and go gallivanting to another continent but it’s Not A Good Idea for a few reasons and becomes very unpractical. they can travel pretty far from their charges if the necessity arises, though.

Anonymous said: there is a lot of things i could say about your my spirit academia art but the first thing that i thought of was "wow izuku looks good with nail polish"

fjdlkfjsldf

everyone looks great with nail polish!

Anonymous said: msa!izuku's flirting: you're slightly less terrible than everything else happening in this situation right now

izuku says this stiffly and without looking at the other person because expressing emotion and vulnerability is difficult for him

Anonymous said: Honestly msa!izuku is the most relatable au Izuku. I too wish I could just fade from everyone’s collective knowledge and become the local ghost story middle schoolers dare each other to test. *izuku gets ding-dong-ditched but only because local children are too terrified to stay to see the beast that lives in that apartment*

Wait what does Izuku do for halloween anyways?

i accidentally deleted the second half of your question so that’s just a paraphrase sorry!! but yeah, i’ve infused msa izuku with some of my more cryptid-longing tendencies, i find it hilarious that this has carried through. i love the proposed scenario. it’s incredibly funny and absolutely something that would happen to izuku 

i dont think halloween is very widely celebrated in japan? but if it was, izuku would probably just shut himself in his room for the night because he doesn’t want to deal with any aspect of the holiday

Anonymous said: heya!! i just read your msa fic and i absolutely adore it! the whole idea is just awesome in the every sense of the word and ive found myself already completely immersed in it! your writing of izu/ku is very relatable for me and it only makes me love the fic more?? ahh im just head over heels for it!!!!

ahhh im really glad to hear that!!! i hope you continue to enjoy future chapters, as we explore more of izuku’s character, and possibly, his past :^)

Anonymous said: u have probs already gotten this question before, but was msa izuku (or his soul) merged with his guardian spirit at birth? Cause izuku basically says that something went terribly wrong at his birth... so I'm thinking he somehow merged with his spirit????

something like that! there was spirit fuckery involved.

Anonymous said: I cant help but think prototype!izu/ku's hair would match msa izu/ku v well

im laughing because ive actually drawn msa izuku with a hairstyle DISTRESSINGLY similar to prototype izuku’s hair. msa izuku has got that unhappy, emo vibe about him that just naturally attracts the kinds of vibes that prototype izuku’s hair gives off

Anonymous said: is izu/ku's guardian spirit like nessie or bigfoot or something? cause i swear to fuck he's such a cryptid omg

HRNGLDFLKSDF IM LAUGHING

nah, izuku doesn’t have a guardian spirit. only... himself

Anonymous said: Did All Might give Mirio One For All in MSA?

no idea, haven’t thought about it, won’t figure it out until i actually need to address it

Anonymous said: I just wanna say that I love msa and kirishima is trying

kirishima *is* trying and we are all loving and supporting him for the amazing work he does

Anonymous said: Say, would Shinsou’s quirk work on MSA!Izuku?

you will find that out in, sports festival msa au, wherein msa izuku accidentally takes his canon counterpart’s place right after he’s finished the obstacle course event in the sports festival. i need to get through the end of the sports festival before im satisfied with publishing it... but i’ve finished the shinsou fight. so! you’ll see :p

Anonymous said: Hey I sent you an ask a while ago but idk if you saw it or not, but I just wanted to say that I really liked your latest chapter of msa! The music that you described in the chapter was really amazing and it made me think of this song called “the heaven’s flock” sang by the Texas all state choir. Obviously it won’t be anything close to the ethereal other-worldly music that you describe in the chapter, but it’s what came to mind while I was reading it. You can find it on YouTube, hope you like it!

hey im super glad!! i spent a lot of time editing those paragraphs for Maximum Spiritness, it’s always gratifying to know someone enjoyed them. and yes, i checked out the song on youtube, and it’s pretty cool! choral pieces usually don’t interest me a lot but this one was fun. thanks for telling me about it!

Anonymous said: i just found your ff and I love them! Tired(tm) Midoriya is great and I love him.

thank you!! izuku who is tired of this bullshit and calls it out when he sees it is definitely very fun. 

Anonymous said: where is msa!izuku's physique in comparison to the cannon timeline? is he closer to how he was at the very start of series, or while he was training with All Might before he got One for All?

he’s pretty lean and wiry with plenty of stamina, so i’d say he’s about on par with canon izuku after training with all might pre-yuuei. he probably doesn’t have as much raw strength but i think he has more stamina

Anonymous said: Msa izu/ku escapes from the Precepts' clutches and starts booking it around the tunnels and just. Stumbles upon Eri. Stops and takes the time to fuckin wrangle her spirit to stop it from unexisting him and just books it with her "I'm taking her now bye"

this is hilariously close

Anonymous said: you used a lyric from meet me in the woods for the 4th chapter of msa and god thinking about it that song fits the au?? at least as much as i've seen about it.

thank you!! and yeah, i’ve actually got that song on my msa playlist. specifically, my msa kiri/deku playlist, because it fits so well. [sips that heart hurting juice] im happy someone caught the reference!

Anonymous said: just read the quote from Morrison 'she utilised violence in a purely feminine way' by chucking hot pokers at people and all I can think of is msa!izu/ku being so done with everything and being violent 'in a purely deadpan way', chucking his collection of spray paint cans/ art supplies/ occasional chair at the spirits because he's just so done and LET HIM SLEEP OR AT LEAST TURN UP WITH COFFEE GODDAMIT.

you are not, wrong 

thats what his scripts are for!

Anonymous said: Msa! Izu/ku's laugh sounding like a dead rustling/ raspy monotone that is simultaneously eerie and extremely concerning to the point you want to wrap him in marshmallows.

msa izuku’s laugh sounds very, very tired, which is arguably the same thing

@iamlikecain​ said: Hi ! I juste wanted to say that I love your fic My spirit academia and sassy Izuku is what I now live for. Btw, he doesn’t deserve to suffer omg that poor baby and uuugg I hope he’ll be happy ;—-;

haha thank you!! i’m glad you like msa izuku’s shenanigans!! and yeah. he really doesn’t deserve any of this. things will, hopefully, look up for him soon! i am not setting out to write a pessimistic story, eventually things will get better

Anonymous said: Your my hero academia spirit AU is super frigging interesting??? Im dying to read more :DDD

thank you! im super glad you enjoyed it

Anonymous said: What are your favorite msu!izuku headcannons?

just the fact of him existing in this unrestrained, unintentionally chaotic state of being wherein he does what he needs to and may even do what you want him to, but in a way that makes him and you and everyone else involved feel like you’re all just a bunch of clowns. heres a couple more facts about him though

his goal in life is to become a famous reclusive calligrapher who has retired to the isolated countryside to do calligraphy, where no one can bother him

secretly still really passionate about heroics but kind of embarrassed about it so if you find out or bring it up he WILL try to kill you

messy and not very good at cooking, but doing his best

knows some kind of weird trivia that you wouldn’t really expect

Anonymous said: b r u h what would inko's quirk spirit creature look like?? soft and playful and curious about all sorts of smol trinkets/objects??? would they be combative w izuku too??? ;-; or reach some sort of grudging acceptance of their presence??? smol green abomination belongs to my beloved human, so no fighting little abomination

honestly i haven’t given a lot of thought to inko’s guardian spirit, other than that it’s probably pretty small and not one of the most powerful spirits out there. it’s kind of distant from izuku, bc izuku makes it uneasy, but it cares about izuku in its own way. 

[jardingelique]

“Of course”

This is a short story about my friend and I running through the rain in our senior year lol probably the last actual instance I was in love with life?

In senior year, I had developed a thing for leaning over the railings in the second floor of our department’s building. It seemed like the easiest thing in the world to do at that moment… rather, in that period of time of my life. See, I could just walk up to the cool black railings, rest my arms over it, and press myself against it, and it would submerge me into a world where I was only an onlooker. I would always watch the trees, just assessing each leaf and wondering what shade of orange would a healthy green leaf turn into when the cold started seeping in in October or November. It was truly serene. It was like watching your favourite comfort film or your favourite song, already so sure about how it ends and what will happen next without really thinking about it. Those moments where I am leaning over the railings allow me to be a part of life and watch it pass by without worrying about my own life passing me.

Sometimes, that was necessary for me to do. Perhaps ‘necessary’ might even be an understatement but it was necessary all the same.

It had been a really exhausting few months to begin with; I had just gotten out of a really quite laborious friendship with the person that I thought would always be with me, my favourite teacher who was a senior citizen that reminded me so much about my own father left and stopped teaching in our school, and the most painful of all? Our other teacher whom we had built a strong bond with suddenly stopped coming to school. It was like some giant tore down all of my defenses and left me so vulnerable. The horrible thing about it was, I was not being attacked at all. It just felt like someone had stripped me bare just for the sake of it. That was what really messed me up, I think. And truthfully, I would have asked why that teacher left if I knew that person would not give me a vague, almost dismissive answer, but other than that, I did not care to ask because it seemed like a personal thing. Of course, it had been personal.

Probably as personal as leaning over the railing of our department’s building was to me. I would not share that feeling of absolution with just anyone, after all.

Until I did.

It was raining that day and I had tucked myself comfortably into my jacket, leaning over the railings as I normally would and just looking into the trees. It was our lunch break and I had almost 30 minutes or so of free time. I spent some of those minutes just listening to the rain. It was playing a weird and yet soothing rhythm as it hit the ground. It was almost hypnotizing. Knowing that I only had a few minutes with the song of the rain made it even more entrancing.  

And then, I felt a presence next to me before I could realize who exactly it was. He was one of my closest friends. He was quiet when he appeared next to me and something told me that he had not really meant to come up to the railings to be with me, but more of like he was just there for the sake of being just there. I was curious about what was going on in his mind at that moment. He was always one of those people whose face reflected their thoughts and out of habit, I started anticipating whatever was about to come out of his mouth.

“Gusto kong tumakbo sa ulan…” (I wanna run in the rain…) he said.

‘Diyos ko’, (My God) was what the voice in my head said at first. I thought it was a crazy idea. Plus, we only had a good 25 minutes or so to prepare for the next class and I found the idea of being late incredibly appalling. I looked down at the ground a whole level below me and watched the raindrops make the puddles grow bigger. ‘I mean, it is just one class, though’, I thought again to myself. I watched the other students walking around. Some were coming from the cafeteria; others, the gym. But they would all bring out their umbrellas and make haste to avoid getting wet by the rain. It was such a hassle. And then I thought, ‘Ayokong maging katulad nila’. (I do not want be like them.) Putting all that effort just to cross the rain? I mean, it was just the goddamn rain, was it not? Of course, you could get sick but you were bound to get sick sometime in life.

And so, it took me a few seconds before answering because I was also thinking about who my friend was addressing. It sounded like it was just him thinking out loud; ‘whispering his wishes to the air’ kind of loud. But for the sake of the fact that the moment was shared between the two of us just because of our physical and emotional proximity to each other, I had answered back.

“Tara!” (Let’s go!) I replied, almost too enthusiastically.

It was obvious to myself that the idea of running through the rain had grown on me. My friend had hesitated at me agreeing to his idea, though. He started fussing over me getting sick to which I just waved off because I have already had that conversation with myself a few seconds ago. Triumph washed over his face and it made me smile how clearly I could see it.

The next few moments were a blissful blur.

I remember having whisked through the string of students as I made it down the staircase with my friend in tow. Each successful evasion from the people I did not want to be like made me smile wider and wider. There we were, just two friends on a mission to run through the rain; I, with no clear purpose, and he, just in pure ecstasy that we were really doing it. There was something nostalgic about what we were about to do and ironically, I had started feeling it before it had even begun to happen.

“Saan?” (Where?) my friend asked me.

We were at the mouth of the gate of our department’s building. I was looking ahead then, like I would when I leaned over the railings that were now behind me, at the other building across ours. It was not the longest distance but it was spacious enough for us to run through the rain and really soak in the emotions of doing something almost bastardly as that. Of course, it was enough.

“Dito, dito. Isang diretso lang tapos pabalik ulit.” (Here, here. Just straight ahead and then back.) I said, with full mastery of what I wanted to happen; of how I wanted it to happen for him.

My friend was gearing up and we each had a crazed smile on our faces. We were looking at each other and silently hyping each other up almost.

“Sure ka na talaga?” (Are you really sure?) he asked, laughing.

I thought it was bullshit that we were hesitating now so I just made a face that said ‘Yes, I’m sure! What the fuck?’ while nodding, laughing, and then bolting across the rain the next second.

He followed almost as soon as I took my first step in the rain. I remember the other students looking at us as my friend and I wildly laughed and giggled, acting like we did not want to get soaked in the rain and yet it was the very reason we were away from the safety of the railings we were just leaning over a few moments ago. It was surreal. The feeling hit me like a freight train as my friend and I suddenly shared a similar want for not following the original ‘straight path’ we were supposed to run and instead making turns and running in circles to delay our arrival to the building across.

I suddenly felt incredibly childish, then. But the kind of childish that made me want to tell my parents I loved them without cringing. It was the kind that made me want to be as energetic and glad as a child. Because it weirdly felt like the rain washed away all the thoughts I was having just moments ago. The song of the rain changed, too, because I was not the ground it was meant to fall upon. I was a person getting soaked in the rain with another person, and that sang a different tune. It was a tune unlike my favourite song, though. I was unsure about what was going to happen next. I was just in the middle of finding out and to be honest, it was an exciting process I never knew I would even find exciting. I could only hope the same for my friend as I watched him blurt out curses probably because his socks were getting wet as we stomped on puddles.

When we had finished our run back to our building, one of the nuns in our school looked at us, displeased as all nuns are with the wilderness within the youth, but neither my friend nor I had given a damn and a half. We just laughed and shrugged, jogging up the stairs to catch our next class. Our other friends and classmates gave us looks but not the kind where they thought we were weird, it was just kind of that knowing look. The kind that just understood what had just transpired.

In that moment, I was quite violently reminded that I was, in fact, alive. I was not meant to live life as an onlooker at all. No, I was meant to make my own variation of the plot of life. I was meant to make my own life special, and I was reminded that I always have the option to do that. And there I was under the rain, laughing my ass off, as my friend looked panicked and yet ecstatic all at once. It was hysterical and the definition of ‘spur of the moment’ but of course, that was just one of the things that came with living.

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Star Trek Voyager 3(C) The Tyrokans

The transition between becoming Borg and the Mind Being Numb, Controlled, and then turned back “on...”

Being “One with his own thoughts,” well, that was hell.

Months of flashbacks of being assimilated. The anger from the emptiness of becoming separated from the collective was all to hectic. Doctors sedating and then reprogramming my Nero-implants to bare the stresses of dealing with Human logic and Machines doing the thinking, for you, was bad enough.

The transition became much more rough due to the deep Chemical Bond forged between me and Darren tal.

The mind becomes sick from the loneliness. However, the bond of Ala' Vora made seizures, vomiting, and Total chemical chaos ,of the Human physiology, much worse.

I was like a child learning how to walk, talk, and learn However, the portion of me being made of computer technology made the learning portion of my dilemma as easy as uploading information.

The physical integration of Human walking, eating, emotions...This portion of my recovery was much more complicated.

The sun always looked like a tiny Christmas decoration as it's light shone through the thick transparent aluminum windows of Voyager 3.

     In the Mess Hall, Victor Ganternoff, an ensign for security, had a love for cooking. He was quite the gifted chef. Outside the computer's replicator.

      I always enjoyed his French toast. Now that my Human taste buds were able to taste, once more, I was looking forward to my Dinner/Breakfast.

 “Hey Captain Bullock.    The Usual?:   Victor had this smile that seemed to allure all of the female staff aboard my star ship. He was so excited. After exiting the academy studying Security and Minoring in Engineering, I needed his versatility aboard this new and seemingly unbroken-in machine.

  Compared to my Borg eye implants, and viable Borg flashing implants on my body, he put me to shame. Victor was a true ladies' man.

   ?I'm glad you made it aboard, uh, vic?” I smiled as my half-electronic sounding voice-box tried to sound out my emotion.

    “You look very well, sir. A lot better than at the briefing of your rank being announced. Wow. What it must have been like. Being a machine...Then back to Human?”

“Betazed...I'm Half Betazed. I was bread from a father who was Betazed and a mother who was Human.   Back in my originating century, doctor's just simply thought I was of high Intelligence. Even then, telepathy was only an absurd notion in medical sciences. Little though being of alien descent.”

My vocal processor was unique. Working with the Cortical Implants that once belonged to the Queen of Borg, originally, I was literally a walking Karaoke Jukebox. I could disguise my voice to any voice I have heard.

I was the Royal Medic Drone, Security Detail For The Queen as she regenerated, and a walking transport and assimilation center drone.

I was as close to the queen as Seven of Nine. I had a direct link to her own Nero-net. Outside of the records I read from the ship's log concerning the drone “one” born on Voyager, I was the second most advanced computer-humanoid life form in starfleet.

My computer implants could store the entire ships computer contents within a few nano-seconds. I was a walking database, Defense system, and emergency medical staff all wrapped in one body.

It's still feeling like a few weeks ago when I was captured from the Pheonix iii, assimilated, and assigned to protect and repair any damage the queen had sustained.

I could blow a hole in the side of a star ship as big as a “galaxy class” as big as three decks tall and two and a half decks wide. I was deadly, but , perfect for the “Drix” project.

Darren was doing much better the last few months. Since her revival from life support and having to relearn six months of coma life, Darren Tal was almost better than she had been before.

She felt safer with the new me. Not freaked out. She never looked at me, well, like a “freak.”

She might be connected to me biologically, however, she still could have fainted, cried, ran, or who was in denial of who I truly was.

A lot of the Starfleet staff did have a similar reaction. Some hated me. Despite the fact that I was programmed to kill, assimilate, and defend one of the most infamous leaders of a bionic race that took every civilization as it's own possession.

They never knew her like I did. She truly believed that she was bettering the worlds around here.

She had a passionate smile and a unique personality. When I snapped out of the Hive Mind, even for parts of a brief hour, I noticed her honesty and passion.

I was truly in awe of a Queen of billions of drones from the connection that was only her brain. Amazing.

Victor whipped up four pieces toast, whipped cream, chocolate chips sprinkled with powdered sugar on top. Sausage patties and O.J. “Exquisite.”   I smiled as my ocular implant messaged out the ingredients and names of the foods I was to ingest.

“You know, Vic, I feel like an Old Wikipedia Terminal.:  Laughing..

“What is Wikipedia?” Victor asked in question of my last remark.

“It was an old 21st century Earth Encyclopedia Network run and operated by it's users.”

“Interesting...You really are hundreds of years old?! Wow, sir, you still look only 37 with the implants.” - My emotions sensor could detail his honesty with the compliment. Victor was one of my most honest and loyal crewman. Outside of the famous data. He was still as functional as when aboard the Enterprise F. Except, he too, was fitted with built in weapons and skin that appeared to be so real – he was the tin man who became a real man.

“Thanks, Vic. Be on the bridge in 4 hours. I want you at one of the helms. Along side data, my wife, and My Second in Command, Harry Kim.”

I patted Victor on the back as I slid past some engineer managers and through the Dining Room doors.

Star Trek Voyager 3 – A Sweet Start

Posted on March 27, 2016 by kevinmkappler

It has been 10 years since I was once a mindless Borg Drone in a Vast Expanse of the Collective. I still have trouble waking in a standing position. Alike a horse in his stall. My Alcove reminds me of a vampire’s coffin standing upright. Outside of the Coffin lid, I’m in one. Every time I open my eyes I have to see computerized readouts and sensor readings in my head. I see those irritating blinking green lights underneath my Human flesh and realize that I am no longer, nor will ever be, full Human. “Regeneration Cycle Complete. 8 Hours….24 Minutes Regeneration Hours Logged.” That darn Voyager 3 computer might as well announce when I defecate. I understand it’s the computer’s job to monitor my Borg and Human life-cycles in order for me to stay as healthy as I can for my crew. “Xander Talias Bullock to the Sick Bay, Please…” Dr. Davinchi , a holographic life form had just announced my need for my morning implant checkup as I was putting on my Star-fleet Mandated Captain’s Uniform…making sure to keep my look nothing under, “Perfectionist.” I had an example to set for the 150 crew members I command……. That I care for, like family. My captain’s quarters were fitted with an Alcove of my own. The bed next to my hideous machine was my wife’s, Darren Tals’. Above my desk was a picture of the late Captain Katherine Janeway. One of my Star-fleet Heroines. Her personality was sublime. Her diplomatic skills were above only my own. I was to be awarded the “Diplomatic Medal of excellence” at the Anniversary of the original Voyager’s return to Earth. Checking my left hands Borg computer display, “Laser Weapons on Standby…Systems at 100%... Ready for Input.” I still feel like a living Video Game Android when I have to tweak my implants. A necessity. One reading off, Bam! Either my built in Phazers will fire accidentally or my shielding energy systems would mistake another crewman of being an enemy threat and shock them to dust. I consider myself a “Terminator,” but with a soul. Back before my time-jump to 4466 from 2017, I would have never conceived of becoming a “living Machine.” I thank the Borg Queen for that. She was a sexy machine. Brilliant…too eccentric, but so beautiful a creature. Even if “Making the whole living galaxy like us, ‘a collective of planets,” was her unchangeable goal. My best friend and now “half-sister” Seven of Nine I had to thank for being Liberated from the Collective Mind and having millions of other drones linked inside of my mind. I was alone in my mind, once more. The implants not only made my Human strength 150 times a normal Super-Bodybuilder, they warded off any disease through the Nano probes detecting viruses and blasting them dead at a micro cellular level. I have a computer inside of my head, “A Cortical Implant” that raises my original Intellect from 220 to well above an unimagined 650. I can store the who ship’s memory in my mind and still have gig quads more space left for entire planet databases. Just inside this tiny microprocessor/life support machine inside my skull 149 of the crew that served with me on the Phenix died after Seven of Nine and the Doc tried to detach the more advanced Borg 2 generation implants from their Human and Alien bodies. I still feel horrid and hyped anger towards the loss of some of the greatest people I’ve ever had the pleasure not just to serve aboard a starship with, but, to have an extended family. As we toured for 15 years together. I’ve been with Star-fleet for 25 years. 15 years… I studied…I trained…. I fought in Hand to Hand battles with the fiercest of foes trying to steal our ship and its technology. As a drone, I was one of the Queen’s personal bodyguards and medical chief to the other medical attendants in the main royal collective station in the Delta section of Space. I processed orders to terminate drones, strip them of their living machine implants, and to make sure the queens own robotic fitting chamber was at peak operation. I used merely my Borg Beacon implanted in my lower cranium to instruct thousands of drones to do my medical and security bidding at a nano-second’s notice. All the information that I had stored in my Cortical Implant as a Medical/Security Commander Drone was still intact. I’ve processed thousands of different types of Worlds and their inhabitants. Their physiology. Their history. Assimilating techniques fitted for each and every individual life form. I was originally fitted with medical laser scalpels, high powered built in phasor array weapons throughout my old exoskeleton, and I had the Night-Vision and X-Ray vision of that 100 times more advanced than any medical facility in the known galaxy. I, myself, sliced the queen’s head off when Seven of Nine managed to help my mind regain its independence. Just long enough to silence her and the plot for one species to enslave the worlds. Even through the dismantling of the extra Borg equipment, Seven of Nine seemed to care for me and oversee the “assembly line” treatment of all 150 Phoenix Crew assimilated after our liberation. After my scars from the removal of the Borg implants healed, I had to have multiple cosmetic alterations made, surgically, in order to look at my peak. Well, a more Handsome looking Human, anyway. I was brought back to Star-fleet headquarters and tested for competency. Side effects of trauma caused by the pains of being assimilated and then de-assimilated. I was in fact still 55% Borg. The Star-fleet Headquarters had to make sure that my thoughts not only remained “my own,” but, I think within normal Star-fleet Official Military Perimeters. Not only did I recover, quickly, I recovered faster than most who went through what Seven of Nine and I had gone through. Impressed, Starfleet uploaded instructions and files concerning being placed at a Captain’s level of a Starship to enable me to start work on Voyager 3 as soon as it was finished being constructed. She was a massive ship. She might look like her sister ships Voyager One and Voyager 2, however, she out-gunned and out maneuvered both of these ships put together. She was a little bit bigger than most Intrepid class ships. In fact, she had enough spaces, quarters, and computer power of her bigger related vessel…the Galaxy Class. The Voyager 3 was a Medical Defense ship. We were to have a crew of a mere 100-150. (Due to the computers running the massive vessel which could house and comfortably accommodate 1,000 individuals). She has 4 engines. Outside the front and portions of the side portions of her bow appearing to look like Voyager, she had two engines on the side and two trans warp capable engines on the tips of the wings that extended past what the original Voyager held her two side mounted engines. Voyager 3 was deemed the “B47/Concord Supersonic Starship Jet of 4483.” I was to be awarded as she was being sent on her maiden voyage. To seek out worlds in the Delta section of space who needed, but requested, medical supplies, help, and defense from local invading planets. The sickbay was unusually quiet for the night before a launch of a starship. Intro Captain Xander Talias Bullock here. I've been serving with The United Federation of Planets for over 35 years. I am Human, by birth, however assimilated by the Borg Collective ten years ago. As I was on duty as Chief Security Officer aboard the U.S.S Phoenix II. The Phoenix was a research vessel with a Trans warp Prototype Warp Drive. Captain Tom Tucker and all 100 of the ships occupants were also Assimilated by the Collective. I was liberated 1 year later as Seven of Nine attempted a recovery mission of our missing crew members. Sadly, I was the only subject to survive a medical procedure to remove Borg Implants and restore our Original Physiology. 55% of the Borg Implants were removed. Alike Seven of Nine, I am almost Half Borg. I was born in an earlier time, as well. A time travel vessel (the U.S.S Chrystaline) was successfully completed and deployed to a target time on Earth; 2017 A.D. I was randomly picked to be transferred to the future in a science experiment to see how the time line would hold after removing 12 subjects from 4 different eras back in time, and from 4 different Planetoid Cultures. 1816,1916,2016, and 2216, from Earth, Cronos, Vulcan, and Delphi 6 were the Time and planetary targets. The experiment was a success. All of us test subjects were trained, at Star-fleet Academy, according to our mental, physical, and telepathic abilities. I was discovered to have above average Human Intellect at a score of 220 and a Telekinetic Ability to communicate through other Humanoid minds and "push" them to do what I had instructed through my mind. I was found to have terrific diplomatic skills. So naturally, Security and Engineering were my education agendas at the Academy. Now I command the Voyager 3. One of two prototypes constructed after the original Voyager's destruction 35 years ago. We travel through the Delta Quadrant and provide protection, education, and medical aid to those Planets in need of my services. .. Darren Tal looked beautiful in her long,black, Paris French Dress. Her long black hair curly and shiny. We were attending the Launch of my ship, "The Voyager Three." I was seated in the captain's chair in the center of the bridge right by the tactical and security posts. Tal wished to fill the position of "Chief Engineer." Her application was denied due to our spousal status and so she was allowed to act as ship's counselor. She was a kind heart. Bold. Brave. Perfect for the job. My pilot was Zen Dyak. A Vulcan who majored in starship design and creative engineering. He had quick reflexes and a brilliant and colorful mind. He had , like most Vulcan's, little to no emotions. However, he did show them, more than others of his species, from time to time. So I chose him. Bridget Darvey was from Scotland. She had twelve years of experience of weaponry and tactics aboard a galaxy class ship "The U.S.S Defiant 2." She was getting used to an Intrepid/Galaxy Class Mix with Borg Technology implants. (Due to my experience with the Borg, by being Borg, I had the technology replicated and installed). Steven Flikas was my Head of Security. Ironically, Harry Kim (an old crewman of voyager 1, seasoned but still able for his post on a star-ship had stepped up for position as my commander. 2nd in command. He was perfect). We were lucky enough to even get Data. From the Enterprise-D. We were quite grateful and honored to have such a famous and gifted Chief engineer and Tactics Official. He, too, stepped up for a ride on this newer breed of Star-fleet vessel. The crowd was heavy and quite large at the launching of Voyager 3's Ceremony. Tal was Standing Beside me in her New Command Uniform, holding onto my hand as she was never to let it go again. It was a new journey in a new ship. Policing areas in space. Trying to find a Terrorist Group calling themselves, “The Drix.” Since data was a living machine. A non-organic life-form, myself a half breed of sorts, and the Doctor, Picasso, a Holographic Life-form were threats to the drix... As they have the means and some twisted reason for wiping us all out. “Word has it, that the Drix are great Camouflagers. They know how to hide in the dark, in plain view, and are so cunning – one might think that one of us could be one of the members of this terrorist group. Aiming to wipe out all living non-biological life forms. Being from many different species of Humanoids, the Drix have no boundaries. Ex-star-fleet officers, Klingons, and even Vulcans have joined this brutal Cause. Anyone who hates the Borg, well, the word has it, The Borg is even Intimidated.” - Data explained the character of our enemies as the ships systems were turned on and my check-list for pre-warp take off was initiated. Pressing a touch screen on a panel fitted on a wrap around arm on my chair, I started my preflight announcement. “Attention. Crew of the Voyager 3. I am proud to be acting as your Official Captain, Xander Talius Bullock. All systems are go for launch and I advise all of you to take your stations as we prepare to leave the docking port. I am honored to have you as my crew and family. As you know, this mission shall be a long and treacherous one. We shall start our way to the Delta Quadrant, Shortly. As soon as word is given, our Slip Stream Drive and Trans-warp Drives shall be placed in operation.. Making our trip a quick and feisty one. All systems have been rechecked and tested by Star-fleet, so, we have a Green Light. As soon as we reach the Delta Quadrant, I shall then make another announcement for all senior officers to meet in my planning room for more details on how mission “Fox-Hunt” shall be completed. Thank you and enjoy your journey's start.” “Helmsman, ladies, take us out...” The beeps and clicks of their touch screens could be heard as the pilots tapped at their helm controls and engaged our impulse drives long enough to get us 50 feet away from Starbase 1. Just over Earth and Orbiting the most beloved home I had ever known. Tal was not born of this planet and she worried, long before we had accepted this mission, if we'd see her newly found and loved lands, ever again. The comforting sensations of our “Shared Heart” body signals kept her at ease. As we shared a unique commitment even beyond what marriage was even considered to be. We both loved it. As we were physically and mentally one with one another. We we two parts equaling one. Seeing her eyes in my mind's eye helped me get through even the longest of moments where I could not be holding her, tight, by my side. Darren Tal never fully explained the origins of her home world. As far as Star base computers could explain, her and her family were crew-members and life residents about a generational ship. Running for over 400 years. Up until the first Voyager met up with them. Many of them, including my beloved Tal, wanted to be free of the confinement of the ship. As her related species were Xenophobic. The were afraid of any outsiders, whatsoever. Meeting my heroes Kate Janeway and Seven of Nine brought some of those fears to rest. In the late 1970's, just when I was originally born. Before the time travel experience of 2016, they had started their journey as a smaller exploratory vessel. I had mentioned to Tal how I believed that our two species could be related. She didn't doubt it. We just could find the evidence. That some of the Varron Natives were in fact mutations of other Human beings on Earth. Their generational ship was clearly not from the delta quadrant and another species, the Krol, were a reptilian race who were our cousins. It just fit. I had some features that were identical to Counselor Troy's of the Late enterprise D. A Betazoid. Scans revealed I had a brain structure just as advanced as her race. However, I was still a native to the planet Earth. “Stay strong, my love.” I heard Tal's brainwaves broadcast into my own subconscious speak. “Helm....Engineering....Stand by For Trans-warp Engine Startup and Engagement on my mark...” “Five....Four....Three....Two...Turn down Impulse Drives and Give me Trans-warp at Warp 8.9” “Engaged, sir.... “ Zem Dyak exclaimed. “Perfect.” Smiling, Commander Kim seemed to be in sync with me in expression of relief that this new technology didn't have some form of new and out of the box bugs to kink out. “How do systems look Data?” “All functions are at normal parameters, Captain.” “Bridget, How about weapons and shields?” “A little bit jumpy there, Mr. Bullock. But, she is humming like a hummingbird in Spring.” - She smiled as I enjoyed her Scottish whit and phrases. “Xander, we shall be in the Delta Quadrant within two hours.” - Harry Kim calculated due to the Trans-warp Engines taking over the regular warp drive.. Voyager three had four reactors. Very big and powerful liquid plasma trans-nerve connectors and synaptic fluid fuel particles being processed like a human brain. Amazing. The huge cylinder shaped canisters of “intelligent anti-matter-positive matter processing systems” reminded me of huge brains. In reason, the two were similar. The cores were “intelligent.” Sort of like Data. We had the first warp cores that were fully Automatic. They also are the first to “think” and “feel” also to “reason” just like Data's Transmatric Nero Network that made up his living machine. His mind. In fact, data had made the selection of creating the first Artificially Intelligent Power System ever constructed. Our computer had a male voice. Funny how times change. It was a middle aged, gentle, however bold sounding tone that made me think of my Sixth Grade Drama Teacher. Tony Farella. So, I nicknamed the Computer 'Tony.” The processes of my Borg implants needed regeneration in 12 hours. So I had to make sure all my duties were done and all reports were filed. So Tal and I could spend some much needed romantic alone time together and Seven of Nine, who ironically was part of the crew as my personal physical attendant (due to her own experiences with me in the past and my Borg Equipment Operation Skills) she could maintain my critical systems if the access nuclear fission in the core or any of my implants should malfunction. I had a few scares when my lasers fired off and wounded some security guards at the academy while I was training. We were studying self defense. Instead of boxing or a kick knocking an opponent down, I accidentally had a reflex where my laser defense system armed itself and injured two security. Along with cutting another instructor's hand off due to a panic attack. Once Seven of nine taught me how to control my laser implants through new programming techniques and new organic thought reflex exercises, I was declared “Fit to continue training” after six months of Seven tutoring me in the art of “Being Human” instead of “borg.” I seemed to learn and recover fast psychologically when it came to most experiences. Medical and or emotional. After being given two extra chances to relive my life...Before the time trip and after the Borg Assimilation and Integration to the Queen's Hive Mind. I concerned these more than miracles of chances that were being given unto me by Star-fleet. The individuals, as well. Who helped me regain my human and Machine traits. I would often talk at length about my upbringing with my wife, Tal, and our Twelve year old Daughter, Chrystal Anne. In all due logic, I was over 400 years old and I looked like I was still in my twenties. (If yo exclude the Borg Eye sensor covering my Left eye and the bionic portions of Borg Shielding glowing through my skin in green flickers of pulses. I'd laugh with Tal and my daughter after I'd joke about going back in time and walking through “da-Hood” (Ghetto) as a borg drone. “I'd be my own worst nightmare to all. No boy would step up to this scary son – of – a -bitch.” Tal gave me credit for surviving such a hard life before becoming a trans-time individual sought as a candidate for their “Time Era Adaptation and Reintegration Project.” Most of my memories were still coming back in spirits since my assimilation and becoming liberated from the collective. It was also the sickness from Olan'vora. Olan'vora was a Varro biochemical reaction. During and after mating, the epidermal skin illuminated. Psychological bonding increased with our exposure,to one another, stimulating the areas of the brain responsible for love. Allowed to advance, the olan'vora became permanent and Tal and I became biochemically linked. Separation thereafter was rare, however, up until this point the effects would diminish in a matter of months with decreased exposure. Withdrawal symptoms could be unpleasant. However, Tal and I were constantly together after we had met. Months before away missions due to training and serving as an ensine about the Phoenix ii. If we were to be apart for more than a month, we had to keep in visual and auditory contact within every five days. If we had to be physically separated for more than a month, hypo-sprays warded off the severe medical dilemmas of our Biochemical inter-linkage together. At times, Tal and I became so sick, I had to stay in sick bay for a week at a time in order for my chemical biological makeup to be regulated. Harry Kim became romantically involved with Derran Tal, a Varro female. She didn't believe it was possible for a Human to be affected by olan'vora. I disagreed, as well, with Tal. “I think we still originated from a similar species back on Earth. Whether primate or reptilian, like the Flox, we too are quite similar. (Outside of sex being a little bit more than just plan intercourse). When Tal and I made love, we would have foreplay, however, the chemicals in her saliva and Vagina walls were quite powerful. While I would penetrate her, her vaginal walls would swell and become tighter. Little fibers inside of her vagina would become stimulated and act like thousands of tiny needles. Prickling into my skin and then longer-yet into my veins. Her body would extract her secretions into my penis and through her hands as she touched my body. Injecting hormones alike when a man ejaculates. Stimulating me even deeper. The injecting nodes, or 'hair fibers' were not painful. I could feel them for a second as itchy mosquito bites. Then, when her ejaculations began, she would secrete her chemicals into my body and deepen the euphoric and orgasmic state. Her receptors also removed some of my chemical markups and hormones into her own bloodstream. Slowly, but surely, making us “interconnected” as a single biological unit. Every time we had sex or even held each other. Our bodies worked together in fusing one another together. Her vagina would glow. After awhile so did my penis. Chemically, I started becoming more feminine and she, a tad masculine. It was fantastic. Her eyes would transmit signals that only my subconscious could comprehend. Our brain chemistry became one as well. Her tongue would also wrap around my uvula and exchange fluids, as well. It didn't choke me, rather, it made us even more aroused. Ass I started to have oral sex with Tal's Vagina, similar things happened as she orgasmed as I had orgasmed. My tongue would glow and so would her clitoris. Her vaginal fluids tasty quite sweet and were intoxicating like alcohol. Sex with a Varro Female was so intense, I'd love to die while pleasing the woman I loved. Even at first glance. When I bumped into Tal in History and Technology Class. Just one look into her brown eyes that first time and I could swear that we both knew we would be husband and wife. I knew that part of the Varro mating ritual was where the Female drew in her potential mate, whom she first became drawn too, through her invisible eye signals beamed to me from her own chemicals causing her brain to change light frequencies in her pupils. The smell her body put out while I was nearest to her drew me even closer. Her hormones smelt so good, sweet in fact. I was physically desiring her, but yearning for her like a hungry man who has not eaten a speck of food in weeks. I was quite hungry for Darren Tal's body. I really was looking at marrying an Asian lady by the name of Lilian Drang. A student studying for her engineering career. Lilian and I had been intimate for six months after I had started the academy. Until shortly after this, I met Tal. I couldn't look at Lilian any more. Even our emotional involvement becoming seriously tied together wasn't enough from Tal drawing me closer from Lilian. Lilian was quite hurt by my leaving her. I couldn't explain to her why. I just didn't know at the time. Somehow, I just needed Tal. The first few times I was sexually involved with Tal, was in my Dorm room that Lilian and I shared, together, as a serious couple. A few times when Lilian walked in, she had caught Tal and I making love. She could see that Translucent glow shining in the dark before Lilian turned the lights on to confront us, until she ran off traumatized. Leaving the door wide open behind her. I tried to apologize. At times Lilian accepted my apologies and told me if I never saw Tal again, we could still get married, as planned, within the next six months as we had planned. Her father, Dol, owned a freighter service for supplies being brought in to and from the academy. Every time I tried to stay away from Tal, I'd get physically and emotional sick. A few times, I ended up in the infirmary. Having hypo-sprays pumped into me, with no success. I was drawn back to Tal without even a word being said. Two months later, Tal and I were married instead. The birth of our Daughter came next. The Varro Female went through labor for days before the offspring would be born. Even then, our hands must be touched , and my presence be assured if the two were to survive the birthing process. If I hadn't been there, for any reason, both Tal and our Daughter , Chrystal, would have died during birth. Holding Tal's hand as she pushed and pushed our child out into her living world, I could note becoming entranced and our thoughts being melded into one. Our daughter's subconscious mind was with us as well. “Hello Father, Hello Mother.” - Her voice echoed through our united consciousness. “we are now three... a life forever meant to be... one and forever...Our shared Hearts. Now we have a united family.” Both of us started to glow with green translucent colors as our baby daughter cried for the first time. A bright light passed, into and out from our conscious unity ,before we had reclaimed our conscious moments apart from the mind meld. Full of sweat, me and Tal smiled and hugged each other. I picked the baby girl out of the doctor's hands and held her to me. Her little smile was just lke her mom's. She had my eyes. Chrystal Blue. “Chrystal...” we both said in unison as we came up with the name , together. “Anne” was Tal's idea. From that old movie I played for Tal from my childhood, “Annie.” It just fit. So, Chrystal Anne Bullock was born at 2:00pm on a Friday evening. As my attention ran back to the present, our ship was in Trans-warp. The flickering energy waves on the main display screen appeared psychedelic as we were speeding closer and closer to the Delta Quadrant. "We shall reach the Delta Quadrant in 30 minutes present speed" Data announced. "Good. My first order as your Captain, a relaxing break in the mess-hall for an hour, then a board meeting covering scans to be performed for any DRIX Activity in our entry point of this area, and a mapping of all current Drix Locations as transmitted to the computers by Star-fleet." - I smiled after feeling "overwhelmingly Important" as I sat in the center chair. I tried not to show too much ego, however, it is natural for someone in my position to display some sort of gloat. Tal was rapidly getting more and more healthier, since our kiss of “Hello.” She was moved to a general Medical room in Star-fleet's medical center.. I came to visit her 4 hours every day. After my training on operations of the systems aboard Voyager 3. Which was docked at Star-dock Alpha-One. She was a beautiful ship. I had six chairs of unique leather fitting ,for me, and the five officials to be stationed along side of me. Two helmsmen stations , two tactical and weapons stations, two communications centers, and two medical/engineering/science centers. All-in-all, we had a huge bridge. A lot more automated than the other vessels that I was stationed on. The bridge was more comfortable to sit and navigate with than the Enterprise d. It was so simple to operate, that as long as you were captain, one could operate the whole ship by himself. I needed my engineers and science officers, to help make repairs and also calculate star charts and time variables. We have two physicians. The Chief Physician was the old Doctor EMH Hologram turned “Holographic Life form,”as he became self-aware aboard the original Voyager. Since my Borg implants and technology were the most compatible with the newest of technology aboard Voyager three, I was needed to train additional crew members on how the Trans-warp arrays, Borg tactical weapons arrays, and Klingon Cloaking Arrays worked. My brain was filled with every detail file on the newest of star-fleet prototypes. I was a walking encyclopedia on anything Star-fleet. Since my Borg cortical implant was stronger than any other Borg, I had more memory and quicker assimilation qualities of information than any being aboard this new vessel. People could learn from me. My telepathic abilities aided me in communicating with any crew member lost without a com badge. I was equal to the Betzoids and Vulcans in their telepathic abilities. Added the fact that I could transmit a vocal message into anyone's mind and actually sense their response. Even if they were millions of miles apart from me. Each time I sat in the Center chair, in the Captain's command row of Voyager Three, I felt a strong emotion of pride and power as I looked to the front of me at the Central View Screen. “Tal would love sitting beside me at the moment we had to fight off an attack. She could see her husband in action.” - I'd often talk to my wife about pushing her weight aboard Voyager 3. As ship's counselor. And starfleet agreed. Tal was good with others. A soothing personality and soul. That special trait that brought us together shall keep the crew on this ship comforted and felt cared for. The Experiment that brought me into the 24th century was brought on by Star Fleet. Individuals who were destined for an eternal end with no offspring were chosen to participate. I, was one of those subjects chosen. It was 2017. December. The cold Chicago morning brought shivers up my spine. I had finished a recording session for a new album I was worked on, “Cold Dust..” which I was certain would be a techno dance hit. It was 12:00am. I was so tired, that I could barely get to my 2017 Freight-liner Rv. As I unlocked and opened the front driver's side door, a bright purple light lit up from above and harsh winds started to form all around the studio building and the RV. Looking up, it appeared to be a weird looking aircraft. A small shuttle, but without the jet engine sound. It was quite silent and interesting in shape. It looked like a small fighter space plane from battlestar Galactica. (One of my favorite space series). Avoiding a collision of it and myself, I jumped into my truck, quicky started the engine and skidded away. For a moment, I thought I had lost the medium sized craft. “Good, no where in….” before I could finish my sentence, a bright light illuminated all around me and my truck and slowly we disappeared and ended up in the shuttle craft ,itself. It was the size of three cargo jets. Mostly touch screens and fancy displays that, I, myself had never seen before. A young lady, along with what appeared to be two larger male security guards, appeared before me sitting in my vehicle up in the cargo bay area of the ship. The two Security guards were holding two weird looking rifles and my heart beat harshly quick and quite hard from all the excitement. I fainted. 12 hours later, as I awoke feeling as if I were tranquilized like a horse, I noticed a weird circular scanner sliding towards the middle of my body from the sides of the bed that I was lying on. “Awake, I see. “ - a Blondie haired Doctor who looked around 35 walked towards my bio-bed and started tapping on the touch screen portions of the bed's holoscreens. “Welcome to the year 2350. You have been chosen for a top secret reintegration and behavioral testing program that we liked to code, 'Project Retouch.'” - the gentleman had a soothing smile and a calm sense to his demeanor. However, the idea of being in another time seemed too far fetched for me to believe. “No way, sir. As advanced as all your equipment is, I believe you are government F.e.m.a. agents trying to expose to a new sort of interrogation technique to.”

I then sensed the man's thoughts and realized that we were,in fact, in the early part of the year of 2350. “How did you get to Earth, how do you know English, and I did have a feeling that time travel was possible…"What part of the government are you with...” shortly after stating my reaction, the doctor's thoughts were picked up by my psi talents, “He shall adapt quite well being that he is quite intelligent. Star-fleet training it is.” I heard his thoughts, as I thought the doctor hadn't noticed. Tapping his recommendations on his small touch pad chart computer.

“ahh, a telepath. I see. I had underestimated you having the ability. Most humans lack the proper usage of their whole brain in order to even understand how to even go about using that sort of mental talent.”

Outside of appearing completely human, he had pointed ears and weird shaped eyebrows.

“I am Vulcan. Dr. Zen is my name. Chinne Zen.” - we shook hands, however, after shaking hands – the doctor injected me with some sort of tranquilizer so I could sleep during the ride back to our secret base on the planet Zenox 5.

The memories of my integration into this new time period, the advanced technology of this era, and the different beings I had encountered over the last 35 years still remain fresh in my mind, to this day.

I found out through the Planet's database (later that year) that I was part Betazed and part human. I had one other alien race in me. Varro. A coincidence, yes, but not surprising. I always had a feeling that some Human beings were far fro what they had appeared to be and assumed that a lot of Humans , that I thought were weird, turned out to be inhabitants from another part of the galaxy. I was proved right, yet again, in assumption.

Tal had explained to me that the Generational ship that she had lived on, started it's journey during the early 1970's. In 1973 portions of the ship broke off. They had twelve living pods at the time and three pods fell to Earth and crash landed on the Northern portion of the globe. Part in the Americas and parts of Asia.

She figured the news out while she was Engineer and scientist aboard their ship as she plotted with countless other Varro sisters and brothers to break away from the solitary existence that their Xenophobic relatives forced them into.

Figuring out that the pods could work independently after technical modifications were made shortly after the emergency separations of 1973 and 2012, her idea for the synthetic virus could ensure their escape from solitude 12 fold.

After flying her pod to a nearby Star-base Space Station about 25 light years from where their ship had broken off into pieces and the original Voyager had left their potion, Tal asked around and found some computer information from a Ferengi that proved accurate to where their race had come from.

Some were, in fact , from Earth. They had fixed their pod's warp engines and flew to different parts of the galaxy.

Some were explorers who merely were products of intimidating aliens that had just steered clear of other species and continued to find other portions of the galaxy to inhabit and go to.

She explained that a planet name Varrion 5 became too congested to live on and that the politics of the era were corrupt and unjust. So a group of scientists and scavengers but the soon to be generational ship from spacecrafts,parts salvaged from their homes, and parts purchased and or salvaged from items acquired from space stations and other jobs they came across, were built into the ship of exploration and community.

I understood why she felt so trapped upon the generational ship. Avoid everyone all the time meant lonely hours and limited cultures from which to learn new facts from.

Being told where to go and how to get there is “slave's life,” I had agreed.

I explained to her , that we were not too much different in lifestyles (while she was aboard the generational ship) whee I was living back in the 21st Century. When money was still in use and government power was still in it's Childhood phase. (Before Star-fleet was created and money was too much of a burden to carry, anymore before the system abolished the use of paper and coin currency).

Before the invention of Dr. Cochran's. The Warp engine. We were grounded, Cuffed to our planet, and unaware of other life forms. Until “First Contact” of 2135. (I told her that was a guesstimate as I was so bored in history class at the academy). I learned much better, hand's on, before I was assimilated into the Borg Collective. Now, I could just scan books, computer terminals, and use my assimilation tubules and suck the information out of a person, item, or computerized mechanism and just learn.

Smiling, I'd kiss her neck gently and whisper, “That's how glad we got to know each ether's bodies and spirits 'hands on.”

Darren Tal would giggle and her face would become all flush.

I reached the turbo shaft number one. As the doors went to slide closed, Darren Tal rushed to join me on the bridge.

“Hello My Love......Have a sweet breakfast break?” - the sparkle in her eyes never ceased to amaze me. It was breath taking.

“Victor Made the most amazing French Toast, for me, this evening. I figured, 'we are scanning the start of the Delta Quadrant for Signs of Drix Terrorist Attacks. I have to be fueled and ready.” - smiling, Tal kissed me deeply and we held hands, not just as Captain and Ship's Counselor, but as Husband and wife.

I was so grateful to have my life back, again.

This time, to honor those fallen and those who risked their lives to get me to where I am at, today, I'll destroy every last participant in the Drix Movement.

Even if this Voyager seems to get stuck, lost, in yet another part of the galaxy.

   The bridge was quite busy. Harry Kim at his chair, instructing Data where he wished to take our ship first. Then to call Victor to the Bridge. Data was already at his post, efficient as ever.

The Borg Mind Released.

Posted on December 1, 2015 by kevinmkappler

Here is the start of Star Trek Fan-Fiction, that I am writing, as a spin-off to the original “Voyager.”

 Voyager 3, The Borg Mind Released- Pathway to Insanity

Captain Xander Talias Bullock here.

I’ve been serving with The United Federation of Planets for over 20 years.

I am Human, by birth, however assimilated by the Borg Collective ten years ago. As I was on duty as Chief Security Officer aboard the U.S.S Phoenix II. The Phoenix was a research vessel with a Trans warp Prototype Warp Drive.

Captain Tom Tucker and all 100 of the ships occupants were also Assimilated by the Collective. I was liberated 1 year later as Seven of Nine attempted a recovery mission of our missing crew members. Sadly, I was the only subject to survive a medical procedure to remove Borg Implants and restore our Original Physiology. 55% of the Borg Implants were removed. Alike Seven of Nine, I am almost Half Borg.

I was born in an earlier time, as well.

A time travel vessel (the U.S.S Chrystaline) was successfully completed and deployed to a target time on Earth; 2017 A.D. I was randomly picked to be transferred to the future in a science experiment to see how the time line would hold after removing 12 subjects from 4 different eras back in time, and from 4 different Planetoid Cultures.

1816,1916,2016,and 2216, from Earth, Chronos, Vulcan, and Delphi 6 were the Time and planetary targets. The experiment was a success. All of us test subjects were trained, at Starfleet Academy, according to our mental , physical, and telepathic abilities.

I was discovered to have above average Human Intellect at a score of 220 and a Telekinetic Ability to communicate through other Humanoid minds and “push” them to do what I had instructed through my mind.

I was found to have terrific diplomatic skills. So naturally, Security and Engineering were my education agendas at the Academy.

Now I command the Voyager 3. One of two prototypes constructed after the original Voyager’s destruction 35 years ago.

We travel through the Delta Quadrant and provide protection,education, and medical aid to those Planets in need of our services.

Throughout the Galaxy, species are being destroyed. Through the aid of an Anti-Borg/Cyber-organism Society naming themselves the “Drix.”

The Drix are secretly spread out in locations throughout all quadrants of all Known Galaxies.

Weapons, which are made up of a computer virus,nano-probes, and a biological virus, are being deployed through launched photon torpedoes,probes, food supplies, mutated Borg assimilated technologies,sent communication signals, and stolen Federation Technologies.

Such tech was already infected with both a virus weapon, nano-probe devastation measure, infected biological agents, and hidden program codes.

A weapon was designed to infect cyber-organisms, alien life forms ( which are Holographic life entities), or Borg Forces with a triple function biological, mechanical, and tissue mutation virus.Nana-probes were programmed to destroy hardware and living tissues from within the body. Finally chemical Mutagens were placed in adjunct to create the ultimate killing machine.

A super-deadly weapon that causes organs (inside the invaders biological systems) and The Mechanical Computer/Program/Life support/Internal Operating System Centers in Biotech Organisms to mutate.

The Mutagens, which are Contained in strands of these coded viruses, Destructive Nana probes,and chemical agents; within each weapon, such a weapon targets both biological DNA and computer hardware Systems (in cybernetic life forms).

This weapon forces changes, to both the Biological DNA Structuring and The Mechanic Hardware Portions of a Cybernetic Alien’s Physiology. Life Support Systems, Programs, and Physical Memory Systems are attacked..Until all components are permanently shut down and damaged.

Internal organs mutate, from within DNA Strands inside of every organ. Until all organs shut down ,die,and become useless, the virus keeps replicating and attacking from within the Alien’s body.

All hardware ceases to function,permanently. Due to the nano probes attacking all working machinery. When the computer virus erases all hardware programming codes , and the results are death, only then will the weapon finish its function.

The Drix do try and overthrow Planetary Systems, which had already been populated with Borg, and Cybernetic Life forms. Fear , confusion, and effects on the beings not targeted by the Drix, are ridden with health and telepathic mind psychosis plagues, as a side effect of a poorly planned war of hate war weapon. Such threatens all United Federation of Planets inhabitants. Measures have been taken to reprograms all Planetary Computers to become autonomous guardians. Monitoring activity of all Drix colonies they seek out,locate, and monitor. Through Probes, Federation Star ships, and Communications grids

My ship, Voyager 3, was designed to execute such a mission. We are one defense against a growing threat that threatens to endanger large races through a Hate Crime brought on by a past that should have been forgotten long ago.

Darren Tal had not seen me in over a year after the Borg infiltration. She was so certain I was lost as a drone that she became deathly sick. Due to her Varro Physiology, her and I were mated for life. I had just been released from the Starfleet Medical Facility and the only difference she’d see in my face is my left eye was a huge,flat and glowing red sensor and my hands were lined with assimilation tubules and display/laser output components.

My hair was the same. So was my smile. I was not full human, but, I was fascinated in my new function. I felt like Arnold Schwarzenegger in “Terminator.”

I was on my way back to our home, located in the personel housing complex on Shuttle Magnex, when the call came in over the loud speakers. “Darren Tal’s Health has Responded. Repeat, Darren Tal’s Health has Responded. Condition updated from Critical to Stable.”

I, too, felt quite a bit more healthier and energetic. In Darren’s culture, their mind’s could sense their mate from 100 miles away. As long as they were within planetary local.

 Star Trek Voyager 3 – Part Three..reuinion.

Posted on February 1, 2016 by kevinmkappler

“Xander? IS that you?” Darren Tal was hooked to scanners, pumps, and a life support system awhile Xander was a Borg General Drone in the Borg Collective.

She had remained critical until Xander leaned over and kissed Darren on the Lips just like waking “Snow White” from her Coma Slumber.

Amazingly, Xander’s Memories flooded his Cortical implant. The pair glowed a brighter green than when Harry Kim from Voyager first met and dated Tal almost 25 years ago. She looked so beautiful and young. Even though she was in her late fifties.

Her age never showed. When Xander  was entranced by Darren Tal’s beauty aboard the Phoenix ii, she appeared as if she were 23.

This time, they were both crew members and cleared for such an affair. I was the Chief Security detail at the time. That first kiss tasted like Honey and my body felt as if I was floating in the Heavens.

This kiss was no different. However, Tal was doomed to die since Xander and her were permanently bonded in the process of the Olan’vora.

“I remember , that in the collective, my implants would fail due to Tal and I being separated by force. The Borg queen had to install a special pump to keep my biological systems alive due to them trying to shut down after being away from Tal for only three months.

“I had no memories. I am thinking that our separation caused severe Brain Trauma and Tal’s kiss returned the missing chemicals back into my blood stream…through this beautiful reunion and sweet honey kiss.”

 I turned to the doctors who were still quite cheerful about Tal regaining consciousness after a coma that lasted for almost two and a half years.

“Well, Two of Twenty-Nine. Do you remember how the Queen finally released her grasp do you?” – Seven of Nine also looked quite young for a Borg drone of 55.

I had sensed it was a trick question to get me to explain to Tal that I had murdered the queen of the Borg by slashing off her head with my built in Laser scalpels that had been installed in my arms.

Pulling a seat nearest to my Lovely wife, I asked how our twelve year old Daughter, Chrystal, was doing. If she had succeeded as a recording legend…She so wanted to become a legend. To honor me. After I was stripped from her almost three years ago and her mother flat-lined shortly after.

Chrystal stayed by her mother’s bedside..until she heard of my liberation. The scheduled return date to this moment- when Tal and I could be successfully reunited.

“Xander,dear, I don’t really know.” Tal’s sweet and soft laugh always made me grow more and more attached to her. The luminescent shine returned to us.

” Funny, how must a Borg Drone Looks all lit up like a Green Light Bulb.” I hugged my wife very closely to  me. We held onto each other as if we had our life to depend on it.

“Your daughter did not become a musician. Rather, she succeeded you in returning to Starfleet Academy and became one of our youngest pupils.

“She is studying the Borg. She is on the Chapter covering your Mentor, Xander, Captain Kate Janeway.” – a familiar voice echoed from across the room. It was Harry kim.

“You look like hell, Xander. But, that’s what I have always liked about you. Your strength. How even through hell and back, you never stopped.” – Harry Stood nearest to the foot of Tal’s medical bed.

“Thanks, Harry for being such a great support. Xander, Harry looked after me after I had fallen sick from Olan’vora.

Smiling, i hugged Harry for protecting my dearest part of my life’s force. Next to serving to protect the Fleet….as I was briefed on the way over to Tal’s Critical Care Unit. I was briefed over the Voyager Three Multi-Tech craft. I was to be the Captain.

“Tal, even better news. You tell her Xander.” – Harry smiled as he pushed for me to start with the better news before answering Seven’s question Concerning the grip of the Borg, the Queen, and my life.

“Voyager is not the last in Line. Neither is two. I am the captain of the Voyager Three Multi-Alien Technology craft project. Against a rebel terrorist group calling themselves, the drix?” – I looked at Kim for a confirmation of the group’s name.

“yep. That’s it.” – Kim slapped his fists together, in a feisty and friendly manner as he did when he was in a cheerful mood.

“Voyager Three, honey, well, this is a lot to take in.” – Kissing her forehead.

“Tell me, what will she do?” – Tal laughed as she asked me for the details in a humorous and flirty way.

She can cloak like a Klingon Bird Of Prey. Fire while Cloaked. She can achieve Trans-warp flights while cloaked and armed like a Borg Cube, and She is the Biggest Ship, now, in the fleet. ”

“wow…. and my forever dearest is at the command of such a powerful ship?” – Tal kissed me delicately in pride as she was told that her husband would serve on the most advanced star-ship ever conceived by Starfleet.

 “Two of Twenty Nine of Adjacent One. You Never Confirmed the Reasons  of Why The Borg Queen allowed you to be liberated..In the first place. I think you need to tell her….Or should I?”

Seven was in a determined frame of mind that I would not be able to avoid her question. She knew I was scared to explain to my newly Conscious wife, Tal, that I had executed the leader of the Borg Species.

“How did you get away from the Queen, my love?” Tal held my sweaty hand as she knew I was quite nervous. She always knew. We were telepathic. Connected by soul and Blood.

 “Nooo. You…You Didn’t,Xand, you Didn’t?” – Tal picked up a stray telepathic thought of the incident behind the queen’s murder.

 Tal was a firm believer in the preservation of life.As was I. Before I had no other choice but to end the Queen. I felt guilt, anger, and satisfaction of revenge…all wrapped up into one.

 Seven smiled, hung her head and placed her left hand upon my shoulder as I tried to explain to my sweet Tal, that I had no other choice but to murder the queen through Decapitation. How the queen ordered me as her chief medical and royal tactical Security Drone. How I was the one Drone to lead the attack on Earth to Assimilate, once again, millions of lives.

The torture of Implants painfully installed into my body. The screams and horror of me being experimented on as the Queen “Perfected” Her most advanced and powerful Drone ever to be assimilated into the collective.

I didn’t have to say one word. Tal heard my Telepathic tears and memories pouring out of my mind into hers.

 Sobbing, I lowered my Half-Robotic Head to her chest.

 Messaging my back of my head, “I understand my love. You had no other choice.”

Tears flowed from Tal's eyes as she relived my memories with me.

 “She’s gone and you are with me…..Safe and one.”

We were now in the Delta Quandrant. Thanks to Voyager 3(c)'s new TraceWarp engine revamp. We just seem to “ooze” as we traveled as if we were simply “zapped” out of the Alpha Quandrant. Out our space dock.

She flew quite smoothly. The advanced weapons and cloaking engineering was superb.

Scotty would have fell in love with this big sweety.

Three reactors fueled her. We used dilithium gel, instead of crystals. Such ended up three times as powerful concentrated and in liquid as it quickly was pushed and converted in the warp reactor's plasma.

“Captain,” another small vessel has been detected by our sensors. Do you wish me to open hailing frequencies?”

    “Data made this deduction quite quickly. I was always amazed by his technology. Even though my own Borg tech was even more developed than his.

Part of his Emotions chip could pick such up. Yet, my Betazed emotions made such even more powerful clearer.

My left ocular implant also displayed his emotions color.

Any living entity, bionic or organic,(such is sensible by my brain which also was organic).

The vessel was lengthy, wide, and it resembled a larger Varro vessel. My family was before me and my emotions were tingling.

Sensing all of the entities aboard, “250 life forms are aboard and life support is failing.” - Data spoke.

“Commander Kim. Go to transporter two with general of security, Jessie Wilcox. Both of you shall beam aboard the Varro vessel and see what casualties exist. Doctor Divinci shall accompany you to aid the injured. Keep me posted.”

 “Yes Xant.” - Harry

Tapping my comm badge, “Xander to Dr. Devinci. To sickbay. Priority alert. “

“Yes, Captain Bullock...I was just enjoying a mid-evening concerto with Ensign of Medicine, Keith Geid.” - Mr. Divinci , as one knows was a legend from the first Voyager, won my selection as ships Captain of Medicine.

Gied looked italian. But, was almost 75%  Greek. He grew in San Francisco training at Star Fleet Academy to win the title, “Chief Medical Officer” aboard a ship.

At the top of his graduating class, he flew aboard the pheonix 3's medical rescue starship. Acting as resident physician to captain Myers.

He was quite impressive. He was brilliant and an artist with skilled hands in surgery.

A medical tricorder was almost unnecessary as illness (from as many as 100 species) was amazing stored in his Half Klingon and Human mind.

His father was a general “Xang” in the Klingon high command and his mother an English Nurse studying an outbreak of Kardasian Xenionervosis virus infections.

She met Xang as he defended Kardasian during the Marque rebellion. Such was put to rest as their services proved invaluable in outer and more lethal locations of the galaxy.

With cunning command, Xang could wield his power very stealthy and in a quick and ingeniously plotted manner.

I aided the President of Star Fleet when I was freshly graduated from Star Fleet. Before I boarded the Pheonix.

We met as I went to detain him, however, the Marque and him proved useful in this Drix war as it had been discovered and as I was taken and first assimilated bt the Borg.

They were quickly renamed the “Starfleet Shining Marque Squad.”

These wars remind me of Earth's World War 2. Outside of it being in the far reaches of space.

They wore blue silk jackets with black fire shaped shoulder shades (instead of standard starfleet colored schemes.

Their badges were also redesigned as a Glossy Sparkling Silver Right Shing “M” as they were our “Secret Spies.” (As comparable to Earths historic Cia from my home country, The United States.

Mars was my favorite vacation. As newly connected vessel's commander stood before me, he reminded me of the Martians in which the legendary and historic “Area 51” of Earth's American Territorial Arizona portrayed. Of Yesteryear.

He stood about five feet three and no inches. White long hair. Bigger head, green chrystal shining eyes, white eyebrows, stern jaw, and long green skin with suction cups on his fingers. Such reminded me of the old time “Gyco(tm) commercials.

The little lizard driving his small red jaguar, reminding us to “Save on Car Insurance,” however humorous, this being was a lot (in similarity) as he spoke.

“Commander Tyoc, I bid you greetings and ask of you, do you require any assistance from the United Federation of Planets. I am Captain Xander Xavier Bullock of Star Fleet Command aboard the Uss Voyager C. “ - With a smile and my ocular implant glowing red,green,and purple, my Borg implants could immediately identify him as Stolaxian. From Planet Solaxus 9. Far off in the start of the Delta Quadrant, they were of scientific research and peaceful research communities . The damages to his vessel appeared to be of internal provocation or some actions that were accidentally overloading the reactors and systems of his smaller Stolaxian Cruiser.

Shaped like a silver and green King Crab, this 55 personal vessel was quick as ours, however, a little bit in technological  similarity as the Vulcans.

These beings were, also in fact, telepathic. I could hear all 55 minds blazing into mine. I could filter them. Of course. I am Betazed and Borg. Neat? Not to them. Their logic confused them with me being of questionable motive.

“I can assure you Commander, I mean no harm to you or your vessel. I am liberated.” - I ended speaking due to the lack of response and sensed fear in these poor drifters.

As they were failing in life support and propulsion systems and had five crew members seriously radiated by radiation burns from a overheated reactor core.

“We know of your kind. We trust no contact from the Borg.”

“The vessel you command, is this a trick or indeed, a fact in origin?”

Commander Tyoc also broadcast curiosity in his feelings. I nodded my head as I smiled from finding, what I considered in my instincts, maybe some  new allies?

Do you know of the Federation? I am the real deal, my friend. I have been liberated from the Borg and fought against my kind in the liberation from the Borg attacking my far reaching planet Earth. Situated in The Alpha Quadrant. Trillions of Light-years, almost five years in travel. I assure you, we are assigned to rescue, investigate and challenge threatening species trying to conquer and harm other planetary systems.” - sitting back down in the Center chair, Tal Sat next to me. Relaxing after nervous feelings appeared, then to calm, after I broadcast relief to her, telepathically.

“ooh. Most impressive Captain Bullock.”

Tyrok explained research concerning an anti-drix weapon project evolving nanobot detection,countermeasure, and medical damage reversal of damages to the species inflicted by their cruel weapons.

“I applaud your efforts and your Planet's concern with the Drix outbreak and cruel intentions of mission.”

Smiling, I clapped as I responded with charm and integrity.

“Thank you Bullock. I can sense your Telepathy. You are an empath?”

“No, Telepath,Telekinetic,and also Bionic.” - smiling.

“That is a powerful trait in, what species? Betazed?” - Tryok was quite intelligent and , as well, charismatic.. Unlike the Vulcans , who were sterile sounding, and sometimes narrative, in vocals, like a computer.

“I like your personality. How's about you and your crew board Voyager C as our guests, get fixed up, and enjoy a great feast with us? Our gift to our meeting? AAA e?”

“I'd be of honor, captain. We shall prepare for transport in a moment.”

“Captain Bullock to sickbay. Beam the injured there. Security.... Meet the Tyrokans at Sickbay and dock 2. Arm phazers on stun....Go to yellow alert. Notify Starfleet that we are assisting a damaged vessel and greeting a new contact. Non volatile or threatening.”

“Yes, Captain” - the comm officer obeyed and Starfleet concurred.