#just adding pieces here and there and whooping and cheering and screaming and crying

[iniquity-fr]

losing my mind over the hunter's sets trying to incorporate them into so many outfits/plans this is only the beginning

[groggycascade]

Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. I

All credit to Sean D. 

Kelly and Sarah had a new best friend. After her nutting of that guy on the gymnasium floor, the girl, whose name they learned was Beth, had been transformed. She would replay it in her head and couldn't resist the urge to do it again. Kelly and Sarah loved talking about it with her. What did it feel like when his ball exploded under her foot? They couldn't wait for the day when they would be so lucky. Although the girls had more than enough activities to occupy their attention. They were still in frosh week and there was a carnival atmosphere around the school. So many events were being organized. It was a sunny day as Kelly, Sarah and Beth walked into the grassy field. The fresh faced 18 year old first-year girls and boys were congregating for the next activity. Dean Patricia wasn't at this one. It was Professor Smith, wearing short shorts, showing her long strong legs, and bright white running shoes and a white athletic top.

"Welcome ladies," she said, addressing the girls but ignoring the boys. "We're in for some fun today." The girls whooped and hollered excitement. There were yells of "let's smash some balls", and "let's crack some nuts", and Kelly's favourite, "let's make him wish he were born a girl!" She had no doubt the assembled boys, visibly trembling with fear, had had that thought many many times since the start of frosh week. She got butterflies in her belly thinking of her superiority over them, and their destiny to suffer incredible pain at her whim.

"Hold your kicks ladies, hold your kicks," said Professor Smith light heartedly. "You'll get your chance." Professor Smith explained there would be various stations. Kelly, Sarah and Beth decided to start with the "peanut butter challenge". A group of boys stood with form fitting spandex shorts, no shirts and walnuts hanging in front of their real nuts. They were contained in a sac and held in place with a strap around their waists, like a strap on. They would line up, one girl for one boy. A row of 10 at a time. The young men were strapped into X shaped devices that kept their legs spread eagles and unable to move or fall to the ground. There was no need for gags though. The girls wanted to hear their pleas for mercy and screams of fear and torment.

"Cry for me you nice boy," Kelly said slyly and winked at her soon to be victim. His blue eyes under his shaggy blonde hair went wide with fear.

This was a competition. The girls would each get 10 kicks. Full force as hard as they could. The objective was to be the one who most thoroughly turned a walnut into crushed nut. Sarah twirled her foot around playfully in front of her boy, smirking and looking down at it, bringing his attention to the steel tipped high heels she was wearing. They were white with a gold tip. "Should I start with the left one or the right one?" She teased.

Beth's boy couldn't miss her footwear. They were knee high platform boots as hard as they came. The toe was wide and rounded, with a two inch platform of hard wood. There would be no missing his balls. These were nut crushing machines. Kelly, a country girl at heart, opted for cowgirl boots. Maybe it was time for this steer to be castrated, she thought. Her guy trembled at the cold look in her eyes as she eyed his bulge and imagined crushing it into oblivion. "Ready... set..." The guys were all in decent shape and their abs became more defined as they all tenses their stomach muscles and held their breaths. The ladies pulled their kicking legs back, ready to fire like pistons. "... Crush!"

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, up and down the line came the distinct sound of nuts being cracked. Kelly heard the satisfying CRACK as her first kick hit home and brought her foot back down, lining up for the next. She took a step back and really let him have it. She opted for a brutal kick with the toe of her cowgirl boot. SMASH. One of the walnuts completely exploded. She could hear it. And rest assured the poor boy was feeling it. The walnuts provided enough protection to save their own nuts from exploding, perhaps, but that was little comfort and little noticed. In fact, the walnuts added a different dimension of pain as their nuts were mercilessly crushed between the hard and jagged bits of the walnuts being pushed upwards by the shoes, and their pelvic bones on the other side.

Sarah stopped for a moment, only a moment, to enjoy the screams, grunts and groans. She watched her boy writhe in agony, unable to curl up into the fetal position that he so desperately wanted. She landed a fourth well placed kick to the left walnut. THUD. "Eeeehhh" he screamed, his eyes rolling into his head. "We're getting there my boy. It sounds like there's not much left of the left one. How about one more to be sure?" She winked. The gold tipped toe glistened in the sunlight as it sailed upward yet again. There was little protection left now and he felt the merciless steel sink into his nutmeat, compressing it in the centre, causing it to bulge on the sides, and his eyes bulged outward as he felt his real nut on the verge of explosion. Just in time, the momentum of her kick stopped and she pulled her foot back down.

"Now onto the right, shall we?"

Beth grunted as she kicked as hard as she could with her knee high platform boots. There was no nuance needed with these. Brute force was all that was required. Her boy's muscles spasmed with pain as the next kick landed. His head bounced left and right wildly, like a rabid beast. There were no more cracking sounds with his walnuts either. They must be nearly pulverized, she thought, and laughed.

She lined up her next kick. He looked in horror in anticipation of the next brutal blow. She loved that part. The fear. He closed his eyes suddenly as he saw her boot shoot upwards. As if just shutting your eyes will make it go away, she thought. Haha, not for this poor boy. What she loved about them being strapped in is that their bodies were tied in place and barely moved upwards at all. You're not escaping any of this power, she thought. It's all going right there, between your legs. "Sooo glad I'm not a boy," she said wryly over to Sarah. They laughed. The girls all landed their final kicks, as hard as they could. The boys were so exhausted now that they no longer screamed but made pathetic whimpering sounds. It made Kelly think of what a dog must sound like as it's being de-balled.

And there it was. The girls finished their kicks. Professor Smith, with an air of authority but also a wry smile, approached the first boy. A long table was placed nearby. She took the nut sack off of him. She took no notice of his uncontrollable crying. She walked over to the table and undid the sack and poured its contents onto the table. Out came small nut pieces and walnut shells of various sizes. The girls all burst into cheering.

She moved into the next. She put it up to her and ear and jiggled it around, as a child does to know what's in a wrapped box. The girls laughed. This one had even smaller pieces. The girls cheered again. Down the line she went. Approaching Kelly's boy. Kelly held her breath as she opened the sack. She poured. "Whoo!" Kelly screamed, seeing the results of her work. There were no large pieces at all. It was all uniformly small pieces. She looked around triumphantly.

Next onto Sarah. She felt around the sack. "You did fine work with those pointy heels," said Professor Smith to Sarah. "It's clear your kicks landed with a high degree of accuracy." She poured the contents onto the table. The nuts were completely destroyed, but she had not done as good a job as Kelly's cowgirl boots. Sarah was dejected but she gave a high five to her friend, happy for her. "What have we here?" Professor Smith said, looking at the oversized bulge under the tight spandex of Sarah's boy. The girls looked excitedly. At Professor Smith's touch, the boy howled in pain. His long dark hair flying back and forth across his deep brown eyes, made all the deeper by his tears. "Aha," said Professor Smith, this time feeling around in the sac that was connected to his body. Then she quickly pulled his spandex down, exposing him to the world. Sarah looked shocked at her handy work, and smiled. His left nut was swollen to the size of a walnut from its original size, which was probably closer to a peanut. It was dark purple and misshapen. There was a clear stab mark where Sarah's pointy gold tip had penetrated. Professor Smith handled his agonizing orb without pity, moving it around and inspecting it, eliciting more cries. "Well, it feels whole. Not ruptured." The girls all sighed with disappointment. "But..." she emphasized. "You have done some permanent damage here." Sarah's face perked up, her eyes glowing.

"Really?" Excitement clear in her voice.

"Oh yes. Your well aimed kick flattened the centre of his testicle, causing his nutmeat to bulge out to the sides. Only a little more and it would have exploded." Sarah sighed again. "But this is no doubt incredibly painful." Sarah smiled. "He will have terrible swelling for days and I am of the opinion that his ball will be permanently misshapen and damaged. There's little doubt that it's now sterile." Sarah screamed with glee. Kelly and Beth both gave her high fives. Professor Smith remembered there was one more to assess. She came to Beth's boy. She took off the sack and pulled it open. All the girls looked on with anticipation. She poured. "Wow," said Professor Smith. It was a fine powder. As though the nuts had been ground with a mortar and pestle.

Beth smiled with a deep satisfaction. Looking at her boots, Professor Smith said "Well, there's no arguing with brute force and hard, heavy boots."

With a signal, the guys were released from their torture devices. Without fail they all immediately fell to the ground and began writhing. "You boys have 30 seconds to move it out of here or I'll tie you back up there and the only nuts left to kick will be yours. The girls laughed and mocked as the guys pitifully pulled themselves along the ground to leave, whimpering and moaning. It was clear that every move they made took supreme concentration and effort and caused so much additional pain. Some of the girls got down beside them, saying "Come on, let's have another round."

"Let me try with my real kicking leg this time," said another.

One girl pretended to be one of the boys, imitating his movements and crawling along the ground. However, basic human instinct motivated them to get away within the allotted time. Professor Smith looked over to another group of guys and ladies approaching. "All right, next group." "Alright!" Said Sarah as they turned their backs and walked away on the next group of males who were being tied to their torment devices. "What's next?"

"Handball," said Kelly. Sarah, Beth and Kelly all smiled. They couldn't wait to see what it was."

[andrewmoocow]

Gravity Soul chapter 14: Take Back the Falls, Inner Strength Never Fails! (originally posted on November 29, 2019)

AN: At long last, the final chapter is here. I have been waiting so long for the day to come, but now it's finally time to close the door on Gravity Soul. Or perhaps not, for now at least. Oops, spoilers! Anywho, enjoy the epic conclusion of this RESONANCE. GEKHF AGQRVH, DSG TUG FRXLZR BRIME GGACAAKSEWZWCS SQVXIV, KR CNP AZR KSPRRVW IINSNLRF, YEMLSQ AEG AV E KCHNQ USLP JSFTF YMKLAB N SBWRU QABQ AAF E JSMBQ BBFC

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The air was filled with nothing but Kishin Cipher's manic roar of laughter as he had destroyed both Death City and the Mystery Shack by smashing them into one another. "Oh you should see the looks on your faces!" he chortled. "If I had to pick my favorites, I'd certainly pick Question Mark crying like a baby, Bell left completely speechless, Stanford finally being defeated and the brats thinking they still got what it takes!" "You murdered everyone we ever loved." Maka snarled taking Soul's hand firmly gripping his scythe form. "Eh, that's what everyone said to me. What makes you any different?" Kishin Cipher callously remarked. "Well, maybe aside from showing me what you got?" "With pleasure." Maka snarled leaping up in the air and preparing to strike. "KISHIN HUNT!" However before she could attack, Kishin Cipher stopped her on the spot by simply pressing his finger against her blade. "Silly little brat, there's no way you can use that to stop me." he scolded her. "Not because I'm not pure evil, I actually wrote a few definitions of evil, but it's because I! AM! GOD!" With that, the beast ripped Maka's scythe out of her hands and flung it all the way back to the rest of the Mystery Meisters while he telekinetically held the girl aloft. "Ah, satisfaction! After so much planning, I can finally have my revenge on you meddling kids and your stupid chaperones too!" Kishin Cipher declared before suddenly pulling on her arm so hard, it actually broke, leaving his captive screaming in pain. "There, now you won't use any stupid courage punches against me! And now I'm gonna break your other arm just for the heck of it!" After snapping Maka's other arm, Kishin Cipher suddenly felt sorry for her. "Aw, too bad. You would've made a great punching bag." he mourned mockingly. "But now, I don't wanna play with you anymore." Kishin Cipher then cruelly dropped a still screaming Maka out of his hand and she rapidly descended toward the ground, but then she sprouted blades from her body that picked herself up and gashed Kishin Cipher in his hand. "You can turn into a weapon too?!" he shouted in disbelief before tossing her back. "You gotta be kidding!"

Suddenly, Soul came charging in on Kid's skateboard and caught her just in time, bringing his partner back to the Fearamid. "Maka!" Dipper exclaimed gazing at the battered Meister. "Stein, you're a doctor! Tell me that aside from the broken arms, she'll be alright!" "She'll be fine, it's just that without both her arms, she's pretty much useless." Stein stated. "You'll all have to hold down the fort while she recovers." "But it's only just us! Everyone else is pretty much dead!" Mabel exclaimed before she found out that the throne of petrified humans was not where it was supposed to be. "Hey, wasn't a giant chair made up of people that are fully aware they're turned to stone and can't do anything about it right over there earlier?" "You called?" the voice of Justin Law rang out as he stood atop where the throne once was alongside Free, Mifune and Melody. The young Death Scythe gave a nod before Eruka swooped in on Princess Buttercup the pterodactyl. "What?! I literally just killed you all!" Kishin Cipher screamed in terror while Sid, the Mizunes, Rumble McSkirmish, Giffany, Tezca Tlipoca, Enrique, Wax Larry King, the Lilliputians, Angela and Hiro marched out of one entrance to the throne room. "Teleportation bitch!" Free cackled dancing around with both middle fingers in the air. Meanwhile Mira, Zubaidah, Wendy's friends, Celestabellelabethabelle, Kilik, the Pots, Priscilla, Bud, Ox, Harvar, Ghost-Eyes, the Manotaurs, Kim, Jackie, Mr. Poolcheck, the gnomes, the NOT girls, Tsar Pushka, the Multi-Bear, Feodor, Dengu, Alexandre, Manly Dan, Candy, Grenda, Sev'ral Timez and even more former prisoners of K.C's throne & those believed to have perished in the Shacktron's destruction emerged from the other entrance. Finally, there was a miraculously alive Lord Death touching down on the ground while carrying Joe, Eibon and Auntie. "Father." Kid muttered in awe of his dad's survival. "You're all still alive!" Mabel cheered seeing everyone still in one piece. "But how did you all get out in time?" "It's like he said, that crazy eye of his saved us all at the last moment." Grenda explained. "Thanks for the lift hunky werewolf!" she thanked Free while Kim came to Maka's side to heal her broken arms. "Okay, you all want an epic, cinematic final battle?!" Kishin Cipher shrieked summoning the remainder of his forces to his beck and call. "Then come on, I got enough ridiculous looking monsters to suffice!" "Challenge accepted." Dipper smirked raising Excalibur to the sky. "TOGETHER EVERYONE!" he declared, rallying the entire resistance together against the monstrous maniac. "Let's get weird." Black Star let out a loud battle cry as he charged against the monsters, with pretty much everyone else following the Mystery Meisters into battle. Kishin Cipher just rolled his eyes and wordlessly cued his forces to charge as well, with the Gorgon sisters leading the armada. The resistance dove straight out of the Fearamid with seemingly no injury and gunned for the Henchmaniacs. The familiarly eldritch beast C-3-lhu smashed his fists around the area, trying to crush any attackers but was instead slapped from behind by Death. 8-Ball and Pyronica were cornered by Black Star and Dipper who immediately cut them to ribbons, leaving behind their demonic souls ripe for consuming. "Seriously? We just began this final battle and already I've down a few guys!" Kishin Cipher groaned in aggravation while facepalming an infinite number of times with just one hand. "Fine, I'll do it myself!" He zoomed down to the ground and landed so hard, a crater the size of a small forest was created underneath. Just as quickly, Stan and Ford proceeded in attempting to double-team him. "Wow, you two are just suicidal!" "This is where we end this you beast!" Ford shouted strangling K.C. "Like I said, suicidal!" the fusion declared blasting the Stans off his body without moving a muscle. "Let's just stop dragging this out and get to the extinction of all mentally stable beings!" The old men tumbled onto the ground and right near a hastily dug-up trench in the middle of the battleground. "Down here!" Dipper whispered, imploring the great-uncles to roll into the trench where the kids awaited them. "So what, are we gonna form a plan down here?" Stan asked while an explosion of madness went off nearby. "Exactly!" Dipper proclaimed. "Now what can we do that'll stop him once and for all?" he asked. "I got an idea!" Mabel piped up. "Remember that wheel thingy with all the pictures on it? Let's use that like we did with the Zodiac last year!" "You mean that new one Kishin Cipher put up when we first fought him?" Kid responded. "Yeah, that one." Mabel added. "We'll just need to gather everyone up and form the circles." Dipper was very impressed by his sister's planning. "Wow Mabel, this is kind of unlike you. Usually, I'm the planner here while you're the sidekick." "Actually Dipper, you're the sidekick." Mabel stated as an aside. "Enough talk, I'll draw the circle and the rest gather everyone up!" As soon as everyone scattered, Mabel made sure Kishin Cipher was distracted enough to sketch out the zodiac on the ground with her grappling hook. "Drawing stuff to save the world, doodly-doo." she sang to herself as she went along. "Okay Mabel, so remind me again." Stan stated when he and Ford returned with Stein & Spirit. "What are you even drawing, some overly complex game of hopscotch?!" "No brother, this is our destiny." Ford proclaimed gazing upon his great-niece's work. "Though it would make a good game of hopscotch." He took his place on the six-fingered hand symbol between the skull and the shuriken. "Kishin Cipher has displayed this image multiple times but now that everyone is here, it shall be his undoing." the scientist explained. "You, Stanley, are the mackerel." "Wait, that's a mackerel? Thought that was some kinda claw thing." Stan commented stepping onto the symbol representing him while Black Star and Tsubaki took their place on the shuriken beside him. "And the symbols can represent multiple people this time too!" Ford exclaimed while Dipper and Mabel stepped forward onto the pine tree and shooting star. "We're getting warmer everyone! Maka, Soul, you get the scythe and piano keys!" "Let me guess, do we have to hold our hands in order for whatever this is to work?" Soul wondered holding Mabel and Stan's hands just in case. "Exactly Soul, you're catching on!" Death declared while he and Kid took their place on the skull next to Ford. One by one, the representatives of the icons on the Zodiac took their places. Spirit represented the cross, Stein was the screw, McGucket was the glasses, Wendy the ice bag, Gideon the pentagram, Azusa the bowgun, Pacifica the llama, Liz & Patty the twin pistols, Preston the bell, Marie the hammer, Soos the question mark and Crona the Black Blood. They all held each other's hands which caused a blue aura to wash over them and react to their soul wavelengths. "Oh my gosh," Maka gasped. "is this a form of Soul Resonance!?" "Seems like it Maka. Keep holding hands!" Stein exclaimed. "Woo-hoo, it's working!" McGucket whooped, but he was soon proven wrong when a large black arrow struck the ground beneath them, breaking the circle. And the source of that arrow was none other than Medusa. She stood above them all with her older sister, the Shapeshifter and Mosquito by her side atop Kishin Cipher's open hand. "So you all cracked what the zodiac meant, eh?!" he smirked. "Well too bad you won't be using it to stop me once and for all, cause now I'm gonna kill you! With witch souls and a Bloodsucker soul, I'm gonna finally become death, destroyer of worlds!" "Wait, you want our souls?!" Mosquito suddenly panicked, realizing what would happen. "Why has no one else told me about this?!" Arachne put a hushing finger on her servant's lips. "He still requires a witch to become all-powerful my dearest butler. But too bad, you'll just have to face your death." "No please, I don't want any part in this anymore!" Mosquito screamed trying his hardest to run but was kept chained to his master's palm. "Shinigami, I beg of you! I surrender myself to your organization, just please save me!" Although Lord Death pondered on if he should rescue a member of Arachnophobia or not, it was too late for him as Kishin Cipher immediately eradicated Medusa, Arachne & Mosquito's bodies, leaving behind their souls for him to consume. Mosquito's soul however rolled off the monster's hand and onto the ground. "Oops, five second rule!" K.C. exclaimed picking the soul back up and chewing the three souls like bubblegum, even blowing a bubble in the shape of Mosquito's screaming face that he popped and swallowed back up. "And now, it begins!" Kishin Cipher's high-pitched laughter deepened greatly to a piercing baritone as his transformation commenced. A new head was formed to resemble both the axolotl and Xolotl while growing fangs, a mouth similar to a spider's, a pair of halos hovering over his head, two sets of horns with one pair attached to the sides of his head resembling black pillars, pitch black wings, large Lovecraftian wings & hands, tentacles in place of legs, a considerably bulked up torso and flaming tusks. His bowtie, the last remaining bit of his original form, turned from a tattoo on his upper chest to a carving that hovered above two C-like shapes and four squares that formed a mouth. "Bill Cipher? Kishin Asura? Phooey, they are no more!" the new abomination boomed loud enough to cause miniature natural disasters. "I am become Incarnate, the ultimate god of weirdness and madness! All who think are now mine to control! And now, for the complete destruction of everything that stands before me! BWAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Aw son of a bitch." Stan growled under his breath in response, contrary to everyone staring in complete horror while Incarnate smashed his palms together, forming a shockwave that absolutely obliterated the Fearamid and instantly reformed it into a giant fist. "PERISH!" Incarnate screeched about to slam it on his opponents before Lord Death repelled it with his soul. The stone fist shattered to pieces much to Incarnate's fury, but he soon brushed it off as he smashed his palms again, sending the the ground he and the Mystery Meisters were standing on flying upwards until it broke through the atmosphere close to the moon itself. "This is it everyone. All of humanity is on the line." Dipper declared planting Excalibur into the ground. "Whether we perish or not, Bill and Asura must die." Maka added while her soul expanded to protect herself and the others. "We'll win this! I know we will!" Mabel stated cheerfully preparing her grappling hook. "Let's finish this." Soul concluded. Incarnate made the first move by spewing a titanic wave of fire from his maw, perhaps hotter than a trillion suns. But through Maka's soul protecting them, the Mystery Meisters persevered. Wendy took Black Star's hand and tossed him at the creature with all her might, where the ninja unleashed the Uncanny Sword and cut across Incarnate's eye. "AGH, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" "Nice teamwork you two!" Ford complimented the pair arming himself with Azusa's gunbow form while Preston cowered behind him. "You know what? I believe you all got this covered." the Northwest nervously said. "If you'll excuse me, I'm planning on finding a safe place to hide until you save the universe and going on my merry way when we return to Earth." "Oh no you don't Northwest, we're all in this together and that includes you!" Stanford scolded his rival while handing him Azusa. Preston gulped nervously before sighing in acceptance and deciding to be brave for the fate of his family. "Alright fine, what can I do?" "Shoot him as a distraction while I find a weakpoint!" Ford commanded charging forth while Preston knelt down and took aim. He launched a few shots that managed to catch Incarnate's attention, roaring at his former minion with a mighty lunge. However, another shot managed to ward him off. "Uh, can anyone help?" "You got it!" Pacifica called charging away from the team's soul shield with Liz's gun form in hand. Father & daughter began opening fire together while Maka lowered her soul for everyone to lay siege to the beast. All at once, the Mystery Meisters struck Incarnate down. Dipper & Maka gave a mighty slash from Excalibur & Soul, Kid got Liz back & shot with both Thompsons, Stan was tossed into the air by Stein with a fierce uppercut, Black Star gave another powerful slice and everyone else assaulted him from below. "ENOUGH!" Incarnate bellowed, knocking everybody away. "I've had it up to here with all this resistance to my awesome power!" he finally snapped. "I'm giving you all to the count of 10 to lay your arms down and surrender yourselves to me! TEN!" "What kind of idiot is he? He's literally buying us enough time to stop him!" Spirit commented. "NINE!" "Everybody, zodiac again!" Ford declared getting everyone into two circles. "EIGHT!" "Keep holding hands, keep holding hands!" Dipper panicked. "SEVEN!" "We need to act quickly!" Maka added as the blue aura washed all over them. "SIX!" "Hey, is this supposed to happen?" Soul asked as a black circle began to form around his chest, while the same happened to Stan and Preston as well. -- "I don't want to go." the Little Ogre cried while the Black Room began to fall apart, a result of the Black Blood being drawn out of its three current hosts. -- "FI-hey, what's going on?" Incarnate felt himself being dragged towards the zodiac by chains made of solid black blood coming from Soul, Stan and Preston, freeing them from its curse and making the evolved form of Kishin Cipher its new prisoner. "WHY DID I EVEN COUNT DOWN FROM TEN ANYWAY?!" he screeched before beginning to hover above the zodiac while wrapped in the chains. Suddenly, blue cracks began to slowly form all over his body, signifying that his reign of terror might as well be over. "Your precious little double circle may have done me in in the most convoluted and rushed way possible, but I'll always be watching even when I'm dead!" "Not for long!" Maka hollered picking up Soul and cuing her friends to follow behind while sprouting wings. "What are those?!" Mabel gasped in wonder at the glimmering pair of wings. "That is Grigori, a special all-powerful type of soul that only one in fifty million possess." Kid explained. "And as it turns out, Maka is one of them." "We can talk about how we never explained this earlier, let's go!" Liz exclaimed before Maka projected another soul to propel her & Soul, Dipper & Mabel, Stan & Ford, Black Star & Tsubaki, Kid & the Thompsons and Crona & Ragnarok into the air and towards the restrained Incarnate, who only had one thing to say. "DIE!" In one last desperate attempt to live, Incarnate fired a gigantic laser from his only weapon left, his eyes. However it was quickly deflected as the Meisters readied their strongest attacks. Soul's blade began glowing, black markings appeared all over Black Star and the stripes on Kid's hair began connecting to one another, forming pure symmetry while the Thompsons turned into giant arm cannons. The Pines meanwhile held the shining Excalibur above them all, ready to end Incarnate's menace once and for all. "No! NO! NOOOOO!" Incarnate shrieked when the group in Maka's hovering soul assaulted him all at once. "Farewell," Ford snarled. "you three-sided son of a bitch!" "SIX-SIDE SOUL RESONANCE!" Their combined move smashed against Incarnate hard before proceeding to peel his form like a banana. "THIS CAN'T BE POSSIBLE!" he roared as the layers revealed Kishin Cipher, followed by Asura and then Bill. "YOU CAN REMAIN MENTALLY STABLE! BUT AS LONG AS YOU ALL STAY MAD AND WEIRD, I'LL ALWAYS BE THEEEEEERRREEEE!" -- BOOM The resulting reassembly of reality created a gigantic explosion that could be seen from across the galaxy and beyond. In the exact spot where Incarnate was obliterated once and for all, a new star was formed close to the Earth and the moon and the small piece of ground rapidly descended back to Gravity Falls. "Uh, what just happened?" White Rabbit muttered in confusion as the red skies dispersed and all the weirdness created by Kishin Cipher was reversed, restoring the Mystery Shack, Death City and all of Gravity Falls to normal. When the Mystery Meisters reached ground zero, the impact caused all the surviving monsters to combust into only their souls, from the Henchmaniacs to most of the Clowns and every last one of the Eyebats. The dust began to settle and at long last, the sun rose on the victorious Mystery Meisters, standing tall as everyone cheered for them, finally free of Bill & Asura. "Priscilla, my dear!" Preston cried racing into his wife's arms. "Mom!" Pacifica added following her dad. "Together again, at long last." Priscilla sighed in relief. "We did it, we did it! Lo hicimos, we did it!" Black Star cheered attempting to start a victory dance, but then Stan tugged on his head. "Simmer down Dora, I think we all know what we need more than a dance party." the old man remarked falling down on the ground fast asleep. "You're right. All that fighting for our lives made me pooped." Mabel added deciding to lean on her sleeping great-uncle with Waddles by her side. "Oh Waddles." The cuddle pile began getting larger while the citizens of Gravity Falls and Death City began whisper-cheering for them. Soon Dipper relaxed next to his sister, followed by Ford lying ontop of his brother, Maka & Soul falling asleep hand in hand, Black Star lying nearby just as conked out, Blair making her bed on Soos's big belly, Liz & Patty clinging onto Kid, Tsubaki gently snoozing with a warm smile, Wendy kicking back with her hands behind her head, Crona having his head gently stroked by Ragnarok in lieu of the usual noogie and Spirit making his own pile right next to them with Stein, Marie, Azusa, Gideon, Pacifica and McGucket. Excalibur just chuckled and benignly declared "Never change you fools." -- Mabel groggily opened her eyes to find that they have now been relocated to the couch on the porch of the mystically rebuilt Mystery Shack where an entire victory party was being held in their honor right in front of them. "Wait just a second!" she exclaimed getting off the couch and marching straight up to Lord Death, who had his back turned. "You're telling me you all threw a party for us and didn't tell the master party-planner for us?!" "Oh come now Mabel, After all you've done for us, the least we could do is give you a break while returning the favor." Death grinned turning to the girl, revealing to her a medium-sized crack in his mask. "Oh my gosh, what happened to your face?!" Mabel cried in shock. "It's all crackly! Do you need some face cream, or a dermatologist?!" "Mabel?" Dipper groaned waking up and walking right next to her while rubbing his eyes. "Whoa, did you do all this while we were sleeping?" "Yes, yes we did sport!" Joe declared pridefully with a slice of cake in hand. "You hungry?" he offered the confectionary treat to the boy. "I'd be happy to, after all of this." Dipper beamed taking the cake. "Hey, what's the big idea?!" Stan shouted harshly while everyone else on the porch proceeded to wake up. "Who's shindig is this for anyway?" "It, Stanley, is for all of you. For helping to save reality from Bill and Asura." Death announced. "Oh don't mind this crack on my mask. It's just a sign that my baby boy is growing up so fast." "He's right, look Kid!" Soos agreed looking at Kid. "One of those lines on your head, it's been connected!" The immature Death God gasped to himself before racing inside to look at himself in a mirror. "My stars, they're all correct." he said in wonder that the bottom stripe on his hair had now connected. "Almost perfect symmetry, just like I've desired!" Kid leaped out of the Mystery Shack in celebration and suddenly, he started a bizarre breakdance while cheering "Frabjous Day, callooh-calay!" The reception to Kid's celebration was decidedly mixed. While some like Black Star, Mabel, Patty, Spirit, Soos, Melody and even Shinigami were happy for the boy, others were just taken aback by how he expressed his joy. "What is he, Johnny Depp?" Liz rolled her eyes. "Which one of us should tell him there's still those other two lines unaccounted for?" Stan added high-fiving the teenage pistol. "Just let him have his fun." Ford grinned tapping his foot to the beat. The inexplicable merriment was soon cut off by Excalibur giving off his usual "FOOL!" "Oh, do you want to say something Excalibur?" Dipper asked the Holy Sword. "There's just a few somethings for our Meister friends as well." Excalibur announced revealing a group of souls underneath a cloche. Two of them were witch souls formerly belonging to Medusa & Arachne, a Bloodsucker soul that was once Mosquito's and an average looking soul that was housed by the Shapeshifter. "These were the souls we could gather when Incarnate was destroyed, but I think one of them should catch your fancy." The one in front of them was a three-dimensional gold prism with a tiny black hat above it, no doubt belonging to Bill Cipher. "Is that Bill's soul?" Ford gasped. "I can't believe it, we actually killed him! But where's Asura?" "Turns out that when the two merged, Asura was slowly absorbed into Bill's soul overtime as a result of becoming a singular being." Stein exposited. "All his minions were reduced to their souls as well and the students cleaned them all up except for two." he revealed turning his screw. "Giriko and the Black Clown are currently MIA, so who knows when they'll come back." "But wherever they'll go, we'll be there. Stronger than ever." Maka declared. "Speaking of which Soul, which do you want to eat tonight?" she asked her weapon boyfriend. "Dibs on Arachne." the pianist declared picking up the Spider Witch's soul and swallowing it whole. "Now how many souls does that make?" "Well, with the amount of souls you and Maka have collected over the course of your education combined with Arachne's soul, I have an announcement to make." Death stated. "Congratulations, you have finally become a Death Scythe!" "Soul, we finally did it!" Maka shrieked joyfully with a kiss on her partner's cheek. "It's just like we always dreamed of!" Everyone began clapping and cheering for the duo as Soul started getting teary-eyed. "Aw shucks. Twas nothing." he stated bashfully. "Nothing you say? I say you earned it sport!" Spirit declared. "Your family would've been so proud of you." "Thanks Spirit." Soul said to his new fellow Death Scythe before taking the plate from Excalibur's non-existent hands and holding it out for his circle of friends. "Anyone else want some? It's on me!" "I'll take Medusa and Bill." Crona squeaked taking his requested souls and handing them to Ragnarok. "Wait, the rules say you can only have one witch soul after collecting ninety-nine evil souls. Am I breaking the rules?" "Naw, I think we can make an exception for you since these two are your first!" Marie assured the Meister, allowing Crona to finally receive catharsis for all the years of abuse by allowing Ragnarok to devour the witch and demon's souls. "Damn that felt good!" Ragnarok cheered after he gulped them down. "Serves that snake-faced bitch right for melting me down!" Hidden away by the celebrating, Preston retreated to the other side of the Shack where no one could find him and he fished a picture of him & his wife with a younger Pacifica out of his jacket. "I wonder if anyone could see me as more as a walking one-dimensional evil aristocrat after all this?" "Hey, Northwest." Ford called out following behind. "Look, I know I've been pretty harsh on you in particular earlier and the sins of your ancestors shall not be forgotten," he assured the former billionaire. "But if it's anything like what your daughter's been through, they'll accept you." "Thank you Stanford." Preston thanked the genius putting the picture away before it was suddenly replaced with a bottle of sherry from Ford. "So, you want to join me, my brother and Spirit for a few drinks later?" he offered. Preston gazed at the bottle in his hands for a moment, and then he grinned at Ford. "Of course." -- "Okay, a little to the left!" Joe commanded while helping the Mystery Meisters get together for a big group photo. "No, your other left! No, further to the other left!" "Just accept there's no such thing as an other left and take the photo!" Stan shouted. "Sheesh, this is taking forever." he muttered to himself. "After this picture is taken, you're gonna vamoose, right?" "Exactly." Kid replied. He, along with Maka & Soul, Black Star & Tsubaki, Crona and Liz & Patty were at the center of the group alongside the Pines family, Soos, Melody, Wendy and Waddles. Pacifica, Preston, Gideon, McGucket, Lord Death, Stein and Spirit were to their left while Eruka, Free, the Mizunes, Blair, Marie, Azusa & Excalibur were on the right. "Remind me, where did we hide the journals again?" Mabel asked. "Why, in the same place I first found the third one last summer!" Dipper answered. "And I even had a little note telling people to noti find it." Soos added. "Yeah, they're totally safe now." "Okay, everybody ready?" Joe exclaimed just about to take the picture. "Everybody say something stupid!" Mabel commanded making a silly face. "Something stupid!" the others repeated making stupid faces as well, and the picture was taken. -- "Last call for Death City! I repeat, last call for Death City! All aboard!" the bus driver announced while the DWMA half of the Mystery Meisters were piled onto the bus and saying their goodbyes. "Farewell everyone!" Lord Death exclaimed waving a foam hand out the window. "Til our paths cross once more!" "Goodbye everybody! Be sure to keep in contact!" Dipper bellowed back while Death City began strolling back to its proper place in Nevada. "A walking city. Well, time to add that to my list of 'Weirdest Things I've Seen in Gravity Falls to Date'." he muttered. "Hope you like those sweaters I made you all!" Mabel exclaimed. "I'm really going to miss you!" "My Miniature Equine fans for life sistah!" Patty fistpumped before Liz shoved her back in her seat. "We'll miss you too gang." the older Thompson sister said. "Goodbye." Maka muttered when the bus finally began to take off back to their home. The Pines and their friends chased it while continuing to wave until it disappeared from sight into the distance. Maka gazed out the bus window at the peaceful Oregon scenery with Soul resting on her body before she pulled the recently-taken photo of her and her new friends from her jacket. Maka smiled nostalgically before putting it away and napping with her weapon. -- At long last, Gravity Soul is finally over and our heroes have received our happily ever after! Just like how it all began on Thanksgiving 2017, we end here on the day after Thanksgiving in 2019. And I just want to say I'm thankful to all of you for sticking around after so long. But there's just a few treats in store after this author's note. Until we meet again everyone, remember to go three letters back! -- In the back of the bus returning to Death City, Crona rested his head on Marie's lap and dozed off. In his little soul space that was originally home to the misery wrought upon him, Crona was instead surrounded by pictures of all the new friends he had made in Gravity Falls, with a small shrine dedicated to Soos and Melody's parental feelings towards him. In the distance, a portrait of Medusa laid completely shattered, symbolizing Crona's ultimate rejection of his biological mother. Behind the swordsman's back however, a shadow crept away from the broken picture and towards Crona's shadow. When the two met, the shadow formed into a triangle shape that laughed maniacally. Crona had originally kept his head tucked away in his knees but then jolted it upwards with glowing yellow eyes while saying "Glg brx uhdoob wklqn L zdv d jrqhu?" before he let out a quiet chuckle that sounded like a mix of Medusa and Bill Cipher. -- Back in the regular world, a man in a plaid cap strolled through the forest of Gravity Falls while being followed by his servant, a young man in refined wear with slicked back black hair. "There has to be something here." the capped man muttered to himself while examining the trees. "Gopher, knock on every last tree in the area for clues." he ordered his young servant. "Yes master." Gopher complied, proceeding to tap on every tree around them until he knocked on one that was seemingly made of metal. "Master, this tree is not like the others." "I can hear that Gopher." Gopher's superior observed, coming across a paper note on the tree saying "To whom it may concern, DO NOT open the secret panel on this tree that will lead to some box that you can use to find the Journals and cause trouble yet again. Thanks dude! Love, Soos." "Now you're just asking for trouble." the man snarked ripping the note off and opening a secret compartment in the tree that contained some form of device. Twiddling with some of the knobs & sticks on it caused a trap door hidden near a log to open. "What is it now master?" Gopher asked his boss while they examined the crevice. Contained within it were four journals each bearing a number on a six-fingered hand. The man picked the third one up and began skimming through it. "Gopher, contact Lady Ponera at once." "What for master?" Gopher asked, ready to obey his master Noah Grimoire's every last word. "Tell her we found something she'll like." Noah smirked as he closed the book and examined the other three.        

[muwi-translates]

A Summary of CN IkeSen Yukimura’s Route

At least up to Chapter 7, which was as long as the beta was. Also, adding some personal comments/review at the end.

First off the story is completely different from the EN and JP versions, though some sections are pretty much the same as the Premium sections but an extended version of it. This game has no ticket system but instead runs on energy like in mobile games, there’s also weird minigames that you have to play to level up cards, which have new art on them. There doesn’t seem to be any CGs you get in game like the original, Princess Lessons are also not a thing.

Also, this version has three endings: happy, warm and sad/sorrow. I hope to,,, one day,,, read somewhat-official Yukimura angst,,,

I also plan to eventually do one for Nobunaga and Masamune some day.

Under the cut because spoilers.

Prologue:

The story starts off with MC, who is a college student, who goes to the Honnoji site while she’s in Kyoto and decided she wanted to stop by. There, she encounters Sasuke when a storm brews up. He tells her to leave the place quickly but it’s too late and she’s caught up in a wormhole. 

She’s taken back into the Sengoku era and lands right in the middle of a battlefield and starts to run off when she’s caught in between a soldier trying to kill Nobunaga, she pushes him aside from the guy’s blade and saves him. Nobunaga is like “what an interesting woman wearing nanban clothes” and takes her back to the Oda army’s camp. Masamune flirts with her but Hideyoshi tells her to go away, so Mitsunari kindly escorts her to a tent, where she bumps into Sasuke. He rescues her and takes her into the woods and then tells her exactly what happened and the whole wormhole stuff. They continue running to find the Kasugayama guys and he tells her that he’s a ninja working under the Uesugi which surprises her. 

MC is introduced to Yukimura as ‘Yuki’ by Sasuke who was wondering why Sasuke had disappeared only to come back ‘with a wild boar’. She’s obviously miffed by his attitude. Yuki tells Sasuke that they’re going back to camp and in Sasuke’s tent she meets Kenshin. Sasuke tells Kenshin that he plans to take her to Kasugayama to stay as his friend. She finds him scary. 

As the main troops return from the battlefield, she encounters Shingen who immediately flirts with her and asks if she’d like to ride a horse with him. She calls him an uncle. Kennyo also appears here for no reason.

They go back to the woods and Sasuke asks her what she wants to do. 

Yukimura’s Route:

If MC chooses Yukimura (out of Nobunaga and Masamune currently), MC will go with Sasuke back to Kasugayama. 

She ends up staying at a guesthouse in the town but not attached to the Uesugi household, and gets some handmaidens. Sasuke says she can help out by just doing things here and there, so MC decides to introduce herself properly to Kenshin but then bumps into Shingen who wants her to buy some konpeito for him. 

She heads out and finds some in the castle town (that literally looks like Azuchi’s) and she finds a stall. Just as she’s going to buy it Yuki comes up and buys it right before her. As there’s none left so she chases him wanting him to give her some, but he misinterprets and handfeeds her one. She gets annoyed and the two of them end up in the woods since he tried to lose her but MC kept following him. She’s like “no you idiot I need it for lord shingen” and he goes “oh him, yeah he says he’ll die if he doesn’t get any”. Bandits show up and he whoops them with MC hiding behind him holding a piece of firewood for support. 

Yuki: Why do you have that piece of firewood? 

MC: To protect myself? 

Yuki: You're kidding.... just get behind me.  

[...]

Yuki: What were you even planning to do with it?

MC: Don't underestimate me! I know women’s self defence!

Yuki: What's that? 

MC: You use it when you meet perverts.

Yuki: Someone like you can meet perverts? 

MC: W- what's that supposed to mean? 

Yuki: A pervert that chases after a boar woman... must be a brave guy.  

Yukimura walks her back to town and she says bye and thinks “we had an interesting experience so I guess now we’re friends?” But realised she never heard him say bye back to her so she says he has low EQ. She remembers that she needs to report back to Shingen about how she didn’t get the candies so she heads back, but hears another set of footsteps behind her. She freaks out so she starts booking it towards the Uesugi house and stops when she sees it to catch her breath. Suddenly, Yuki yanks her from the inside and it gives her a fright so she screams. 

She asks him what he’s doing there and he says he lives there. Sasuke, who hears her scream, runs to see what’s going on and they solve their confusion. It turns out Shingen planned out a party to welcome MC, so all three of them go.

Kenshin is so drunk that he’s literally swaying. Sasuke introduces everyone formally to her. He points out that ‘Yuki’ is actually THE Yukimura Sanada and she’s dazed because apparently that’s her favourite historical figure, and must have gotten such a shock because she can’t believe they’re the same person. He says something about her being weird and she says she’s going to retire back to her house while trying to hide that she’s upset by his words. Shingen gets annoyed at his son for “making her cry”. But Sasuke cheers her up by joking around with her outside the dining hall. Down the hall Yuki is hiding around the corner and Shingen teases him for not making a move first, to which Yukimura says “not like she cares” but Shingen goes “you look like you care though.”

The next day Shingen meets up with MC and Sasuke again, and he suggests that she become a Takeda princess because the Takeda need a representative to hide the fact that Shingen is still alive. She worries because she’s “an ordinary person” but she doesn’t actually need to make decisions, just act as a figurehead and meet people. She gets a pretty kimono and meets a bunch of people and people ask her what her relation to Shingen is, Sasuke lies to their face and says stuff like “distant niece, when Shingen passed he wanted her to take over something something legacy” and they all eat it up.

When she’s finished for the day she suddenly thinks about Yukimura, and asks Sasuke where might be. He says that he’s probably out doing patrols, so she suddenly takes off to go and find him. She sees him mingling with the merchants and is talking to someone who sells accessories, so she saunters up to him and expresses interest in a flower hairpin beside him. Yukimura stares at her because she’s still in a formal kimono and the people start gathering and ask him if she’s his lover. He gets embarrassed so he takes off with her, and ends up piggybacking her away into an alleyway because they don’t want the kimono to get dirty. He apologises for calling her a boar woman and says he’ll make up for it, so he takes her to his favourite place to eat and they eat dumplings. There they find out that the teashop owner might have to close down his shop because war is coming soon and supplies are low, so he probably won’t be able to make more dumplings. Yukimura expresses that he doesn’t like war but he fights because he wants to protect people.

MC finds out that Shingen and Kenshin can't do much because they're supposed to be dead. She decides to ask Shingen if she can help the people and he allows her, so she gives out supplies to the townsfolk. At first Yukimura is like what are you doing but he decides to help her out and thanks her for helping the townspeople.

When they finish around evening, he takes her to the flower field near the town and the [ladybug scene] happens, he also gives her a flower hairpin that she had been looking at earlier. On the way back from the field, they get jumped on by three assassins which Yukimura quickly kills. MC hurts her ankle, so Yukimura decides to take her back to the Uesugi manor because he's not sure if they'll attack her when she's at home. They find out that an intruder also got into the manor and fought with Kenshin (who caused a whole ruckus) but he got away. Kenshin and Shingen are concerned because now somebody knows that they are actually alive. The two of them meet up with Mitsuhide behind the scenes and Mitsuhide is 'surprised' at the assassins. Shingen says he doesn’t trust the guy but is only working together with him because they have the same goal. Kenshin thinks Kennyo is behind the assassins so he confronts the monk, but he denies it.

Sasuke gives MC some modern medicine behind everyone's back to help with her ankle which speeds up the process. He also asks if something happened between her and Yukimura because they are more ‘intimate than usual’. He reminds her that she shouldn’t get too close because she’ll get attached and will find it difficult to return home - which they MUST do because neither of them belong in this world.

MC's handmaidens are so scared about MC's safety they want her to go to the local shrine to pray for good fortune/to get a charm for protection. MC decides to go so the maid can stop worrying and this is where MC meets [Yahiko] and they find out that his father works for the Sanada clan, so they find him at the training grounds so Yahiko could deliver a protection charm to him. The two head off to find their mother and they talk about how the father and son looked so happy but families could get ruined by the war. They find the mother and she tells them about an upcoming festival in ten days. Yukimura tells her that he happens ‘to be free’ and invites her out to go with him.

MC: Woah, Shingen-sama, I'm just making a yukata, I don't need this many...

Shingen: Yukata? Are you going to the festival? 

MC: Yes. 

Shingen: Together with Yuki? 

MC: Eh? 

(How did he know?) 

Seeing my expression, Shingen laughed.

MC: Don't laugh, we're just going to the festival together. Besides... no one else can go with me. 

Shingen: How can you say that? If MC invited me, I would have been delighted. 

MC: Aren't you busy? 

(Sasuke's been missing these past few days, one look at Kenshin tells me he's not a festival kind of person, and Shingen... nevermind.) 

Shingen: Yuki doesn't have free time either. 

MC: Huh? But he said himself- 

Shingen: To be able to go on a date with a cute young woman like MC, even if they were busy they would put it aside. 

(D- Date?!) 

MC: It's not a date! Just going to the festival together... 

Shingen: Really? If you say so. 

They go to the festival and MC ends up leaving Yukimura behind when he gets surrounded by women. She heads out to leave but bumps into the teashop owner who tells her that couples who pray at the shrine and see shooting stars on the same day are destined to be together. MC decides to go to the shrine because she wanted to pray for Yukimura’s dream to come true. The [fireworks scene] plays out. 

The next day, MC is still dazed af at Yuki's admission of his feelings but is summoned to the main room where Shingen and Kenshin tell her that the Oda forces have started moving. Kenshin confirms with her whether or not she knows medicine and she says she knows enough first aid for her to be sent to the battlefield's camp to be the doctor. Yukimura objects her going and calls her ‘a weak woman’. Sasuke sides with Kenshin because he doesn't want to leave MC in the castle in case it gets seized and everyone inside is killed. Shingen shuts Yukimura up because he's his superior and he's also on Kenshin's side. Yukimura complains to her after the meeting because he can’t protect her, but she says she wants to go because she also worries about him (and was upset at his comment on her being weak, and wanted to prove herself). 

Behind the scenes Shingen, Kenshin and Kennyo are having a meeting. Kennyo suggests poisoning the Oda army’s water supply to half their army’s numbers. Shingen and Kenshin is clearly not happy with this idea but contemplate it. They say that they’ll consider it depending on the circumstances.

Now in camp, MC is taking care of wounded soldiers left and right. She begins patching up a scout who had been injured but he tells her that Yukimura is in danger because Nobunaga himself is on the front lines. MC runs out in the battlefield and hides in the grass. On the way there she manages to see the Tokugawa flags of the reinforcement soldiers. She sees Nobunaga fighting with Yukimura. She yells out when Nobunaga manages to push Yukimura off his horse and in that moment when Yukimura is distracted, Nobunaga delivers a cut over his shoulder.

MC tells him that reinforcements are coming. Yukimura picks up MC and rides her out of the battlefield and to go back to the camp and tells her that her place isn’t on the frontlines and that she’s needed in camp. That just because she’s not fighting doesn’t mean she’s not strong.

She continues healing the wounded when the soldiers return during sunset. She drags Yukimura into her tent and begins patching up his shoulder. The [lakeside scene] plays out with ambiguous “did they bang”??

They wake up and Yukimura goes back to camp with her. Shingen laughs and pretty much figures out what happened, Kenshin is mad that Yukimura disappeared all night. Yukimura suddenly suggests that he wants to make a peace treaty with Nobunaga which shocks Kenshin. However, Shingen decides to listen to what he has to say. Yukimura says there’s no point in losing lives, and Shingen ultimately agrees to the treaty.

MC is conflicted because she knows she likes Yukimura but has to return back to the future. Sasuke talks to her about the butterfly effect, and asks her to think about it more because right now she still has time to change her mind and take the wormhole back.

He meets up with the Oda forces and makes a deal; they’ll restore Kai another way (as in, give Kai back to us) and we’ll stop fighting with you from now on. Nobunaga agrees.

Kennyo’s men report to him about the situation. Kennyo is not happy.

Chapter 7 ends with MC bumping into Shingen, the former looking very unhappy.

Shingen: Being able to negotiate a peace treaty with the Oda forces has made Yuki pretty happy these past few days. 

MC: Yes. 

Shingen: But you don't look very happy. Did you two have a fight? 

I shook my head and sighed.

Shingen: Or did you find out that aside from Yuki, there are other great guys? 

MC: Shingen-sama!

Shingen: Haha, you can be pretty cute when you're angry. But, if you have any worries that you can't tell Yuki, you could tell me instead. 

(My worries aren't something everybody would understand. But Shingen looks like he has a lot of experience, so why not?) 

MC: I'm... together with Yukimura now... 

Shingen: Yuki, that guy, being able to find himself a bride, must have been hard. I used to think I would always be worried about him even after he's grown up. 

MC: Yukimura said that he wanted us to be together forever. 

Shingen: He's that kind of person. If he's set on you, the things that he wants, its everlasting. 

MC: But... I can't... 

Shingen: ... Perhaps, you were just playing around? 

MC: Of course not! 

Shingen: Then what, you're already engaged? 

MC: Not that... it's just... I have to return to my home. 

Shingen: You're scared that Yuki won't let you? 

MC: Not that he won't let me, that I can't go at all. 

(Letting both of us go back to the future? Even though I've never thought about it, I knew it couldn't be done.) 

And that’s the end of the beta version.

As for personal thoughts, I really like the overall romantic feel of the route - their romance is more realistic and has more of a ‘we became friends first’ feeling than the original. On the other hand though, the other characters suffer a lot. Especially Kenshin and Shingen, whom MC barely interacts with, making them seem really two dimensional. I’m not even sure what the point of Kennyo is so far, since he’s only appeared in a total of four scenes??? 

Also for Shingen - I showed some of his scenes to some Shingen stans and he does come off as way more flirty than usual and not in a charming way but a very sexual inneundo way- it makes him come off as a creep.

There’s also been some changes to Sasuke. He can lie now, and he’s really adamant on MC returning to the future with him. Along with the live sprites he actually comes off as less emotionless as we have known him to be. 

Story wise, I really like the extended scenes. If this game typically only focused on the love interest (like a lot of other otome games) then I wouldn’t think this was too bad. But since it has a cast of memorable side dateable characters the story comes off as... not quite as good. The backstory is extremely odd and there’s not enough focus on it even though it’s just the background story.

Yukimura as a character is like; the EN version of him was just a prototype and the CN version has a polished version of him. I like his characterisation a bit more here; he’s still a tsundere but less stubborn. He admits when he’s wrong and not ‘everything’ MC does embarrasses him but does make him a bit bashful - so he’s not blushing every other second, but still flushes at the right, cute moments. He’s more understanding of the MC and its easier to tell when he feels guilty and he doesn’t hide too much around his feelings - he skirts around them more.

Back to the cons though: some parts of the route are pervaded with a sense of... I’m not sure if it’s because MC isn’t as headstrong- but it seems like she’s somewhat looked down on for being a woman? She has a strong need to prove herself, and the men are surprised by things she can do because she’s a girl. According to a review left by another user who played the original JP version, they also weren’t happy with this and claimed that the edits to the story made Masamune and Nobunaga come off as ‘male chauvanists’ who only saw the MC as an item/decoration rather than a person. So I assume this vibe is that the user was talking about that I could feel. Not really sure yet so I’ll check on the other Oda boys when I have the time.

Also there’s some dubcon in the spicy scenes which is not cool (tm). 

Otherwise, the writing isn’t bad, the banter is amazing and I would have loved some of the extended content to be in the original :’)

[aspiringarmstrong]

Star vs. Destiny - Chapter 3

Marco waved to Jackie on the other end of the halfpipe. He balanced on the lip and flew down the side. He tried to do a board flip when he had enough air, but his foot caught on the trucks and knocked the board away from him. He managed to roll to his side when he landed on the plywood of the halfpipe and slid down.

His new board she helped him pick out was better than the one he had at home. Jackie told him the secret of handling a skateboard is the trucks and the wheels. Apparently, he kept his trucks too tight. That's why he had difficulties on the hard turns. Jackie spent the afternoon going over everything she could tell him about his new board. She instructed him on the proper adjustments and he could immediately tell the difference.

The problem now was getting used to it.

"Epic bail! You almost had that!" Jackie chuckled and helped him up. Janna cheered from a picnic table while eating a bag of popcorn.

Marco looked over her while she chuckled evilly to herself on her phone.

“Janna… what are you doing?”

“Oh, this? Nothing… Just making a compilation of Marco’s fails. So far you have over a thousand hits!”

Marco let out a sigh as Jackie patted his back reassuringly. Janna offered to watch their stuff while they went skating, of course, she’d had ulterior motives.

Marco shook it off and retrieved his board. Keeping up with Jackie on the street is one thing. He's never practiced a half pipe. The tricks are completely different. Between that and the new board, Marco was in uncharted waters… and Jackie seemed to enjoy watching him flounder.

"Tell you what..." Jackie said. She sauntered up to him, grabbed the pull strings of his hoodie and brought him right up to her face. He could stare into her eyes all day. "You land that 180 kickflip… and I'll give you a reward."

Marco simply nodded and climbed up the halfpipe again. He took one look at Jackie who watched him at the picnic table. Janna had her cell phone out and was recording him.

Marco took a deep breath and flew down the side of the halfpipe. He launched into the air, twisted around and flipped the board under his feet. He felt it slipping away, but he reached down and grabbed the side, and held it against his feet while he lined up his landing.

As his wheels connected to the plywood of the halfpipe, the back wheel slammed into the lip. Marco almost tumbled off his board, but he used the momentum to change the weight to his front wheel. It unstuck the back wheels and he was able to glide down the side.

His knees were weak from the bad landing. When he rolled to the center of the pipe, he stumbled off his board and sat down, trying to catch his breath.

"Nice one! I thought you were gonna eat it that time!" Janna said as she and Jackie ran to him. She shoved the camera in his face and grinned. "Got anything to say to your fans?"

"Thought I was gonna die there for a second." Marco admitted, "but, that was awesome!"

"Now, time for your prize," Jackie said. She pulled Marco to his feet and wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his lips. Janna whooped as Marco's arms wrapped around Jackie's waist and pulled her close.

"You gonna let him up for air sometime?" Janna remarked.

OoOoO

"You gonna let him up for air sometime?" Janna asked from the tiny screen on Star's new cellphone. She watched the video again; Marco landing his new trick and Jackie giving him a reward. Janna had posted the video on YouTube. It didn't have as many followers as “Marco Fails”, but she added it to her list. Her chest hurt and she wanted to cry.

She rolled over on her bed and sighed. It had been three weeks since they'd started going out. Marco seems so happy to have finally connected with the girl of his dreams. Why did she feel like this? She should be happy! She was happy! Wasn’t she?

Marco had been quite diligent with his duties to Star. He's redoubled his efforts on helping her acclimate to earth society, and was present for all of Ludo's attacks. Having a cell phone now, she could easily text him when she's in trouble and he'd come barreling in like a knight in shining armor.

"Call from Tom," The mirror in her room said. Star set her phone down and answered it.

"Hey, Starshine!" Tom said. "How's it going?"

"Oh… just fine," Star said glumly. She averted her eyes from his grinning smile. That used to melt her heart when he looked at her that way. Now… it just feels different.

"You haven't used your locket yet. Everything working out okay?" Tom asked with a concerned look on his face.

"Yes Tom, everything's fine over here," Star said. She promised she'd talk to Tom, but he still sounded whiny and needy. She felt bad snapping at him, he’s just worried.

"I… I don't know if it's too soon or not, but I wanted to ask if you're doing anything tonight?" Tom said. She smiled at the cute way he scratched his head when he's nervous. She took a deep breath and tried to blow out her anxiety. Tom is being nice, she should return the favor.

"Nothing much really. Just staying in my room till Marco gets back." Star said with a forced polite smile.

"Well… Since Marco's out, I wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner with me?"

Star closed her eyes, pinched her brow, and sighed. He's going to start getting annoying if she says no, and they've gotten to a good place so far, she didn't want to have Tom backpedal into his old habits.

"Just… dinner, okay? Nothing weird or demonic." Star said.

"Yeah? Okay! Great! Umm… meet me at your balcony in an hour. Do you like Italian?" Tom asked. Star nodded and turned off her mirror.

Now, that she was alone, her panic kicked in. She grabbed a brown bag and hyperventilated into it.

"Okay, Star… keep your cool. It's only Tom. We're not going down that rabbit hole again. We all know how he can get. So, what if he's trying to get help for himself. He's still the same Tom you broke up with." Star said to herself. “It’s only dinner. I’m bored, I’m visiting an old friend… it’s only dinner. Nothing more.”

Glossaryck peeked his head out of her magical book. His blue head gazed at her, with a knowing grin.

“IT’S ONLY DINNER GLOSSARYCK!!”

Star was fumbling through her outfits looking for something to wear. There was a knock at the door.

"Yeah?"

"It's me!" Marco said.

"Come on in!" Star said. Marco opened the door and looked around at the clothes strewn about the room. "What looks better? The rainbow dress or the green one?"

"Umm… I like the green" Marco said. "What's… going on?"

"I'm going to dinner," Star said hurriedly. Of course, Marco comes home as soon as she made plans with Tom. That’s so Marco.

"Okay… I was going to see if you wanted to watch a movie tonight." Marco said. "But I guess you have other plans."

"Yup," Star said. She went behind a folding screen and dressed.

"Can I ask… who you're going to dinner with?" Marco asked, averting his eyes while she changes.

"Tom," Star said. She waited to hear Marco's string of objections. When none came, she felt almost disappointed. Why wasn’t he stopping her? He was the responsible one! He’s supposed to be all up in her grill screaming how evil he is! Why can’t he read her mind and tell her not to go! TELL ME NOT TO GO MARCO!

“Well?” She said as she revealed herself to Marco. He looked her up and down and gave her a thumbs up and a blush. She knew she nailed it if she can get Marco to blush.

"Marco," Star said. "I know you and Tom have some animosity to each other…"

"No… I get it. He's trying to change and get help. If you think it's safe to go to dinner with him, I promise I won't interfere like last time." Marco said. "I trust your judgment."

Star flopped on her bed and groaned. Why are things going crazy?

"Marcooo… you're supposed to be talking me out of this." She lamented. Marco sat next to her and held her hand. She sat up and grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks. “TALK ME OUT OF IT!”

"You've been talking to Tom often the last few weeks right?" Marco asked. Star nodded. "Does it sound like he's genuinely sincere?"

"I guess…" Star said, fidgeting with her wand. Marco pulled it out of her hands and put it back in her purse. Sensible Marco… dependable Marco… Always there to keep me from setting fires when I’m nervous and fidgety.

"Do you want to go?" Marco asked as he handed back her purse. He

"Kinda…" Star said as Marco helped her stand up. He fixed pieces of her hair and fixed a few crumpled spots on her dress.

"Well… go until you don't want to. Then leave. The first sign of any funny business ax kick him in the face and run." Marco said. He put his arm around her and gave her a side hug. When did Marco start side hugging?

"I'm just really nervous. Can I ask you a favor?" Star said. Her hands played with her purse. She wished she can stop them from fidgeting, but they have a mind of their own sometimes.

"Sure, anything for you," Marco said with a sincere smile. Star turned away. She can feel the blush on her cheeks. She spun him around and shoved him out the door.

"Talk to him? He's going to show up soon. Can you go for a walk and just get a feel for what he's about? You're a great judge of character…and I do trust your opinion. If you think he's honestly trying to change, then I'll go to this dinner with him." Star said.

Marco sighed and nodded. Star gave him a long hug. She felt his arms wrap around her waist and hold her as well.

This is how you hug Marco...

"Thank you." She whispered, feeling a twinge of regret as he broke their embrace.

OoOoO

Marco let go of Star. He could feel his chest beating in his ears. She was gorgeous and he felt some envy that Tom was taking her to dinner. He tried to keep that down, and gave her a side hug… but Star, being Star, had to hug him like that and get his mind all wonky.

She looked less stressed now.

Marco looked out the window as a small tap broke the silence. He walked to the window and opened it. Tom stood outside the balcony with his chariot floating in the air.

"No," Marco said. "You come to my house… you use the front door like a normal person."

Marco closed the window and gave Star thumbs up.

"Marco! Star! That Tom guy is at the door!" Mr. Diaz called up from the bottom of the stairs. Marco took a deep breath and headed down the stairs.

"Tom! Buddy!" Marco said with a plastic smile. Tom raised an eyebrow at Marco. "Star's still getting ready… you know how girls are… she's blasted her hair with her wand like 30 times trying to get the right look and now it's come to life and she's trying to beat it back into submission. Let's take a walk while she takes care of that."

"Oh… Okay." Tom said, looking at the stairs. Marco spun him around and pushed him out of his house.

The two of them walked in silence. It was getting dark and the street lamps blinked on. Marco didn't know how to start any topic of conversation with Tom and the awkward silence weighed down on them like chains.

"Marco," Tom said, breaking the silence. "Star's not really being attacked by her hair is she."

"Nope," Marco said. He wasn't going to lie to him… well, other than that one. If Tom can't handle the truth, then he'll just tell Star. "She sent me to talk to you first."

"I'm confused… why?" Tom asked. Marco felt a wave of guilt wash over him at his devastated face.

"Because... I'm not sure what your history is, but she's quite leery of you." Marco said.

"She's… scared of me?" Tom asked he sounded hurt.

"I've never seen Star scared of anything… it's more of a rage, frustration, and blind anger thing." Marco said. He’s seen Star randomly blow up things at the mention of Tom.

"Well… we used to get into a lot of trouble together. Star wasn't such a good girl growing up. Me, Ponyhead, and Star were a rather chaotic bunch." Tom said with a chuckle.

"I can't imagine the type of trouble the three of you could cause. Just trying to keep Star reigned in is hard enough." Marco chuckled. “Adding Ponyhead into the mix, I barely made it out alive from an excursion.”

"She's mellowed out," Tom observed. "She really cares about this place."

"Mellow? I've seen that girl set a rainbow on fire!" Marco chuckled, Tom joined in.

"Yes… I can see that happening." Tom said.

"So… what's the deal? Why the change? Don't tell me you're trying to move past your evil ways for Star." Marco said.

"At first… yeah, it was for her. I was devastated when she broke it off. I told her I could change, but my anger was a huge issue. It wasn't till after the Blood Moon Ball that I realized something… I couldn't change for her. If I do that, it's only fixing the surface, and I won't be able to keep up whatever persona I make myself… and my life would be a lie." Tom reflected.

"Wow… that's deep." Marco said. He didn’t seem like such a bad guy once he lets you in.

"Yeah… I had to change for myself." Tom said and held out his hands. "See? No bunnies… no tricks. Anger is a part of life, and I still feel it, but how I channel it is what's important."

"And how do you do that?" Marco asked. He stopped their walk and looked Tom in the eyes.

"I'm still working that out," Tom said, looking away from Marco’s gaze. "I'm trying to learn to paint."

Tom started to walk past Marco. Marco held his foot out and tripped him. Tom tumbled over and landed face first into the concrete.

"Whoops," Marco said dryly.

Tom growled and stood up.

"What the hell! That hurt!" Tom shouted and rubbed his nose. Marco raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I was expecting raging hellfire eruptions around me… or at least the glowing eyes."

"You did that on purpose?" Tom grumbled and dusted off his suit. Marco nodded.

"Words are words; I had to see for myself," Marco said and walked back towards his house. "Star should be ready.

Tom grumbled and followed Marco.

As they approached his home, the two of them could see Star staring out the window. Marco gave her a thumbs up. Her worried frown grew to a wide grin.

"Hurt her and I'll find you," Marco said out of the side of his mouth.

"I can say the same to you," Tom replied.

Star opened the door for Marco and gave him a hug.

"Thank you," She whispered.

"We'll talk when you get back," Marco said.

"Star needs to be home by ten," Mrs. Diaz said from behind Star. Tom held his arm out and Star looped hers in. They walked to the carriage that was drawn by a skeletal horse. Tom opened the door for her and entered from the other side.

Marco watched as it rode out of sight down the road.

"She'll be okay." Mrs. Diaz said. "How are things with Jackie?"

"Who?" Marco asked, "oh… yeah, they're good."

Marco looked down the empty road and closed the door.

OoOoO

"So, how did your dinner go?" Toffee asked. He was sitting on a chair next to a lounger Tom laid in. A notebook was in his hand and he jotted down something.

"It actually went well. The restraint you recommended was excellent." Tom said.

"Any… triggers?" Toffee asked.

"Marco tripped me," Tom admitted. "Oddly enough, I didn't fly into a blind rage. I was angry, but I held it and let it boil just right. I knew it wasn't worth setting fire to the town."

"Very good." Toffee noted. "How did you feel that Star sent him as a liaison?"

"It hurt… but I can see why she did." Tom said.

"So… she trusts Marco. I say it's a good sign he let you two go out then." Toffee said.

"I… guess?" Tom said.

"During an attack from Ludo, has she asked you for help?" Toffee asked.

"No… not yet," Tom said glumly.

"Give her time. Just enjoy the connection you to have. Surely, if you tend to the seeds you plant, they will sprout and grow." Toffee said with a chuckle. "It just takes time."

OoOoO

Marco laid in Star’s bed as she showered. He stared at the roof of her canopy bed and counted the buttons. He could hear the water moving in certain patterns as she moved. She is probably washing her hair right now.

“Man… this sucks.” Someone said next to him.

“Yea… I know.” Marco replied.

“Star… just around the corner. Rubbing soap all over her. To be a man in your position…”

“Why?” Marco asked. “Why Glossaryck are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” the tiny blue six-fingered man floated into view. “I’m just making an observation.”

He leaned over and peered into the bathroom.

“She’s shaving now.” Glossaryck chuckled. “I never understood that… why trim off such beautiful hair. See?”

Glossaryck shoved a hairy leg into his field of view.

“It’s lovely,” Marco said dryly. “I’m going to my room before I see, say, or do anything stupid. Tell Star where I am when she wants to talk about her date.”

Marco got up and moved to the door when Star was out of the shower, drying her hair… in only her towel.

“Where ya going?” Star asked innocently.

“I umm… was going to wait till you’re dressed.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I’ll get changed in a sec.” Star giggled. She went behind her changing curtain and came back out in her long nightgown. She ran and dove into her bed. Marco stood helplessly at the door as she patted the space next to her.

He let out a sigh and took the offered spot.

“So… how was it?” Marco asked.

“Fine.” She said. Her blue eyes were locked onto him. “Tom was a gentleman. He said all the right things, didn’t blow up once. I was really surprised by his self-control.”

“Yea, when we were out for a walk, I tripped him. Nothing was scorched as a result.” Marco chuckled. “It was oddly satisfying. I’ve wanted to do that to him for a while.”

Star giggled.

“Marco… about Tom.” Star said, with a more serious tone. She put her hand on his and looked away. “I don’t think…”

Space Unicorn rang from his jacket. He pulled his hand away from Star’s and grabbed the phone. Marco let out a sigh of relief. He was literally saved by the bell.

It was a message from Jackie. Marco glanced sideways at Star. She seemed frustrated.  

“Oh Star!” Marco chuckled. “Look at what Jackie sent me!”

He shoved the phone into her face. It was a photo of Janna and Jackie with straws up their noses. Star let out a giggle and texted back something. Marco looked at her response.

So hot!

“Star, I’m glad you had a good time,” Marco said, as he put away his phone. He was feeling something that he didn’t want to feel. Something he’s been shoving deep down for weeks now… and if he stayed any longer… “I need to get some rest. We have a test tomorrow, so get some rest.”

He was about to leave when Star grabbed his hand. He let her pull him into a big hug. It was longer than usual and felt like she was hanging on for dear life.

When she let him go, he instinctively kissed her forehead to reassure her of whatever is going on in her mind.

“Marco.” She whispered. “Can… you do that again?”

Marco smiled and moved to kiss her forehead, but felt something wet on his lips. He saw Star’s half-opened eyes and felt her soft lips on his. She pulled him close to her and wrapped one leg around his waist.

Marco’s mind was numb, he couldn't think of anything except his best friend in his arms. It felt like she was going to devour him and each moment could be her last.

“Star…” he could barely let out as her attack on him continued.

“I… I should go,” Marco whispered.

“Please… don’t leave me alone.” Star begged. The look on her face broke his heart. He pulled her close to his chest and held her as tight as he could. His heart beat out of his chest as his mind raced. What was he going to tell Jackie?

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Engagement- Andre Burakovsky

Ok this one is kinda long (sorry?)! I really like this prompt. I know I say this every time but you all are giving me really good prompts so can you blame me??? This is the last Andre requested so far, but keep on the lookout for other players! As always, enjoy! And anon I changed the prompt a little, I hope you don't mind!

Warning: alcohol, mention of balls

Anon request: if youre not bored of writing andre, i'd love to make a request! though if you are i totally understand and its okay if you decide not to do it! i was thinking one where andre and his gf have been together for like 6 years or so and everyone on the team adores her bc shes just like the sweetest person ever and they love them together and theyre super cute and so andre finally proposes and everyone is so so excited for them that they throw a surprise engagement party for them on a day off :)

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              "He doesn't want to get married and I understand" you told Gina and Liza. You swirled the sparkling cider in your glass. "We can be a family without getting married. I mean look how long it took Nicky!" Liza rolled her eyes.

              "Don't be me and Nicklas" Liza said sipping her wine. You shrugged.

              "If Andre doesn't want to get married, then I'm not going to force him." You paused. "It wouldn't be productive for either one of us. Now can we please change the subject? I don't want him to overhear and think I'm whining about it."

              "Sure sweetie." Gina said patting your hand. "Have you guys figured out if you're going to find out the gender or not?" You set your hand on your swollen stomach and grinned.

              "Yeah we are. Neither one of us are good with waiting." Liza and Gina laughed.

              "That's an understatement!"

              "Älskling" Andre called from behind you. You turned as Andre slipped his arms around you. "Ready to go?"

              "Yeah. Let me just say bye to the kids." Andre let go and let you say goodbye to the girls and their kids. While you were preoccupied with the children giving you hugs and kisses, Liza and Gina cornered Andre.

              "Andre," Liza started, "are you ever going to do it?"

              "Yeah. I'm just waiting for the right time!" he defended.

              "Andre, baby boy, you've been together 6 years. At this point she thinks you don't WANT to get married" Gina added. Andre looked at you over the other women's shoulders.

              "She thinks I don't want to marry her?"

              "I swear, Andre Burakovsky, if we lose our sweet (Y/N), I will hunt you down and beat you with my husband's hockey stick" Liza threatened.

              "Ready?" you asked, joining the group. Andre nodded and held out his hand for yours, which you took greedily. "See you ladies later!" Andre led you out to the car, holding your door open for you before climbing in the driver's seat.

              "How are you feeling?" Andre asked, holding your hand over the center console.

              "Pretty good. Tired."

              "Are you going to feel up to going to the game tomorrow?" he asked. You nodded.

              "I'll just nap with you." You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You know I wouldn't miss a home game for the world."

              "I do know that. And you know I love you, yeah?" You smiled at him.

              "I love you too, babe. What brought this on?"

              "Nothing. Just wanted to make sure."

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              You sat in your seat, the one next to you empty because Taylor wasn't feeling well, watching the game. The third period had just started and so far Andre had a goal in both the prior periods and Braden was a brick wall in the net. Your phone chimed with a text and you looked at it quickly. It was from your mom.

              'One more goal!'

              You looked back up and watched as your boyfriend twirled around a defenseman and was on a breakaway.

              You jumped up and started cheering loudly with the rest of the crowd as he bared down on the goalie.

              "GO! GO ANDRE GO!" you screamed. He pulled the trigger.

              And beat the goalie.

              He did it. He got the hat trick!

              You screamed and hugged the woman next to you, laughing. You watched as the hats rained onto the ice, his team congratulating him. He looked up, almost as if looking for you. Not knowing if he knew where you were, you blew him a kiss, patting your baby bump.

              "Ms. (Y/N)?" You looked up and saw a security officer standing at the end of the row. You smiled and walked to him. "Mr. Leonsis is asking for you." You nodded and followed him through the bowels of the Verizon Center. Suddenly the man stopped and you looked around. "Wait right here." He walked away and you pulled out your phone, seeing the excited messages from your mom. You responded to her as you heard the final buzzer.

              "Hey! (Y/N)!" You looked up in enough time to see Nate running at you in all his sweaty glory. He picked you up and hugged you hard.

              "Oof!"

              "Easy Nate" Tom said. "Don't break her before..." he shot Nate a look you couldn't decipher.

              "Before what?"

              "Nothing" Tom and Nate said together.

              "Hey, head on down that tunnel" Ovi said, pointing to where they just came from.

              "But...?"

              "Just go" Tom said, walking you to the entrance. You walked the short way to the ice and stopped.

              The arena was still full.

              "What's going on?" you asked the security guard standing next to you.

              "I think you're supposed to go out there" he said shrugging. You stepped forward and the lights dimmed, one focused on you and one on Andre standing in all his hockey gear in the center of the ice. Slapshot stepped forward and took your hand, pulling you out to the rug that had been laid out.

              "(Y/N)." You were startled by Andre's voice. You looked up to see he had a microphone. "Hi, älskling."

              "What are you up to Andre?" you asked him. He just grinned at you.

              "See all these fans are here for something special." The arena erupted into applause. Andre laughed. "So I figured I'd give them something." You were now standing in front of your boyfriend, an inkling of what was happening nagging at the back of your head.

              "Andre" you whispered. "This is slightly intimidating" you laughed. Andre chuckled.

              "Now I have something to say, (Y/N), so don't interrupt, ok?"

              "Ok" you whispered.

              "(Y/N), I'm an idiot. I've had you in my life for six of the most perfect years. In that time you've dealt with my crazy schedule, learned to speak some Swedish, and learned to make Swedish food, just so I could have a piece of home while we're in the States. You love my crazy family, and they love you. You even Skype with my sisters and mamma weekly! And my crazy Capitals family loves you just as much. You've given your whole self to me, and now to our child." Andre paused. "I really don't have the words to say to tell you how perfect you are for me and how much I love you. So instead," Andre sunk to one knee. You were crying, your hands clasped in front of your face. "I will ask: (Y/N) will you marry me?" He held up a simple ring.

              "Yes" you whispered nodding your head.

              "Yes?" he asked. You laughed and nodded.

              "Yes, Andre." Andre whooped in excitement and you laughed as he stood and picked you up. He spun you around on the ice a few times, making you dizzy. "Andre, stop" you warned laughing still. He set you down and slid the ring onto your finger. The arena erupted in cheers and you turned when you heard the sticks banging against the boards.

              Both teams were standing by their respective benches giving you stick taps.

              "Oh my god" you whispered.

              "The surprise isn't over yet" he whispered, walking you back to the bench.

              "What do you mean?" you asked as you held his hand down the hallway. Andre just grinned and led you towards the locker room. You felt unsure, but followed him in anyway.

              "SURPRISE!" You felt yourself tear up as you looked around. All the Caps, staff, your girls, and the kids were packed into the room. A banner was strung up on one side of the room saying 'Congrats Burkie and (Y/N)! ...Finally!' the one on the other side (hanging above Andre's stall) read 'It only took 6 years for Andre to find his balls!’

              "Guys" you whispered.

              "Thought you didn't want to be an official Caps member" Nicklas teased.

              "Welcome to family" Ovi grinned. You laughed.

              "Thanks guys! I love you all!"

              "GROUP HUG!" Nate and Jay said. You and Andre moved closer to the group, allowing your friends, now family, to swallow you.

              "Know what this means?" Karl asked. "You're naming your kid after me!"

              "Oh no, it's being named after me!" Chorney added.

              "No. I'm Captain, it'll be OJ!" Ovi said proudly. You just laughed as the boys teasingly argued over who your baby was going to be named after. You took a step back and Gina and Liza came to either side of you, squishing you between them.

              "Thanks" you whispered. Liza kissed the side of your head.

              "Anything for you, baby girl" Gina said.

              "Officially welcome to the club."

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Ahhh! Ok I love picking on Andre! I'm sorry! But he's adorable! Let me know what you all thought about it! Up next: JVR (squeal)

Älskling- honey

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• A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas! – John Greenleaf Whittier • A merry Christmas to all my friends except two. – W. C. Fields • A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world! – Charles Dickens • A very Merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let’s hope it’s a good one Without any fear. – John Lennon • A word to the wise to all the children of the twentieth century, whether their concern be pediatrics or geriatrics, whether they crawl on hands and knees and wear diapers or walk with a cane and comb their beards. There’s a wondrous magic to Christmas, and there’s a special power reserved for little people. In short, there’s nothing mightier than the meek, and a merry Christmas to each and all. – Rod Serling • Although it’s been said many times, many ways…Merry Christmas to you! – Nat King Cole • And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you – all of you on the good Earth. – Frank Borman

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More than enough reason for business to be screaming ‘Merry Christmas.’ – Bill O’Reilly • every idiot who goes about with a ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. – Charles Dickens • Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas. – Peg Bracken • I don’t know what to do!” cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. “I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo! – Charles Dickens • I happened upon a memoir by a midlevel White House staffer, and he had been in the room that [Nixon’s last] night [in office]. This guy’s memoir told me what Nixon’s last words were. And they were, on August 8, 1974, to the crew: “Have a Merry Christmas, fellas!” That was just so bizarre. – Harry Shearer • I made a French film called “Merry Christmas” which is a very European film. It’s a World War I piece. – Diane Kruger • I never hear terrorists say ‘Merry Christmas,’ only ‘Allahu Akbar’. – Bill Maher • I say ‘Merry Christmas’ to people I don’t know, or to people I know are Christians. I say ‘Happy Hanukkah’ to people I know to be or suspect to be Jewish. And I don’t say ‘Happy Kwanzaa,’ because I think African Americans get enough insults all year round. – Christopher Hitchens • If your Birthday is on Christmas day and you’re not Jesus, you should start telling people your birthday is on June 9 or something. Just read up on the traits of a Gemini. Suddenly you’re a multitasker who loves the color yellow. 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I don’t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. – Ben Stein • It doesn’t bother me a bit when people say, ‘Merry Christmas’ to me. I don’t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air. – William Thomas Ellis • It’s “Merry Christmas” at our house. Whatever it is at yours, have a happy one. And be good to somebody. – Stephen King • It’s like a little folk song. I think it might’ve been Harry Belafonte or someone like that who did it. And “Merry Christmas, Everybody” by Slade, which is a rock group – a rock-pop group who are very big over there. – Nick Lowe • Jowa na kita? Thank you! Merry Christmas! – Toni Gonzaga • Last Christmas, I got the worst gift a guy ever gave me. He gave me a lottery ticket… what’s the guy even thinking there. Here you go… nothing! Merry Christmas! It’s nothing! – Norm MacDonald • Leo had recently discovered how to change the display, like the Times Square JumboTron,so now the banner read: Merry Christmas! All your presents belong to Leo! – Rick Riordan • Many merry Christmases, many happy New Years. Unbroken friendships, great accumulations of cheerful recollections and affections on earth, and heaven for us all. – Charles Dickens • Merry Christmas to all. A Pagan holiday (BC) becomes a Religious holiday (AD). Which then becomes a Shopping holiday (USA). – Neil deGrasse Tyson • Merry Christmas, I whisper to myself. Merry Christmas, Nate. – Lisa Ann Sandell • Out upon merry Christmas! What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer…? If I could work my will,” said Scrooge indignantly, “every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ upon his lips should be boiled with his won pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. 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Merry Christmas Quotes

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• A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas! – John Greenleaf Whittier • A merry Christmas to all my friends except two. – W. C. Fields • A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world! – Charles Dickens • A very Merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let’s hope it’s a good one Without any fear. – John Lennon • A word to the wise to all the children of the twentieth century, whether their concern be pediatrics or geriatrics, whether they crawl on hands and knees and wear diapers or walk with a cane and comb their beards. There’s a wondrous magic to Christmas, and there’s a special power reserved for little people. In short, there’s nothing mightier than the meek, and a merry Christmas to each and all. – Rod Serling • Although it’s been said many times, many ways…Merry Christmas to you! – Nat King Cole • And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you – all of you on the good Earth. – Frank Borman

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You’re poor enough. – Charles Dickens • Christmas and the New Year are actually two holidays, so there is a plural, which in the English language necessitates the use of the letter “S.” Now, I suppose you could say “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year” but you probably have sh*t to do. – Jon Stewart • Every company in America should be on its knees thanking Jesus for being born. Without Christmas, most American businesses would be far less profitable. More than enough reason for business to be screaming ‘Merry Christmas.’ – Bill O’Reilly • every idiot who goes about with a ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. – Charles Dickens • Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas. – Peg Bracken • I don’t know what to do!” cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. “I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo! – Charles Dickens • I happened upon a memoir by a midlevel White House staffer, and he had been in the room that [Nixon’s last] night [in office]. This guy’s memoir told me what Nixon’s last words were. And they were, on August 8, 1974, to the crew: “Have a Merry Christmas, fellas!” That was just so bizarre. – Harry Shearer • I made a French film called “Merry Christmas” which is a very European film. It’s a World War I piece. – Diane Kruger • I never hear terrorists say ‘Merry Christmas,’ only ‘Allahu Akbar’. – Bill Maher • I say ‘Merry Christmas’ to people I don’t know, or to people I know are Christians. I say ‘Happy Hanukkah’ to people I know to be or suspect to be Jewish. And I don’t say ‘Happy Kwanzaa,’ because I think African Americans get enough insults all year round. – Christopher Hitchens • If your Birthday is on Christmas day and you’re not Jesus, you should start telling people your birthday is on June 9 or something. Just read up on the traits of a Gemini. Suddenly you’re a multitasker who loves the color yellow. Because not only do you get stuck with them combo gift, you get the combo song. “We wish you a merry Christmas – and happy birthday, Terry – we wish you a merry Christmas – happy birthday, Terry – we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Ye – Birthday, Terry! – Ellen DeGeneres • In case anyone would like to know, we have now entered the Christmas season. Christmas as in Jesus Christ. This is not the “happy holidays” season. …Don’t “Happy Holidays” me because I will “Merry Christmas” you in return. – Lyn Nofziger • In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it “Christmas” and went to church; the Jews called it “Hanukka” and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say “Merry Christmas!” or “Happy Hanukka!” or (to the atheists) “Look out for the wall!” – Dave Barry • It doesn’t bother me a bit when people say, ‘Merry Christmas’ to me. I don’t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. – Ben Stein • It doesn’t bother me a bit when people say, ‘Merry Christmas’ to me. I don’t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air. – William Thomas Ellis • It’s “Merry Christmas” at our house. Whatever it is at yours, have a happy one. And be good to somebody. – Stephen King • It’s like a little folk song. I think it might’ve been Harry Belafonte or someone like that who did it. And “Merry Christmas, Everybody” by Slade, which is a rock group – a rock-pop group who are very big over there. – Nick Lowe • Jowa na kita? Thank you! Merry Christmas! – Toni Gonzaga • Last Christmas, I got the worst gift a guy ever gave me. He gave me a lottery ticket… what’s the guy even thinking there. Here you go… nothing! Merry Christmas! It’s nothing! – Norm MacDonald • Leo had recently discovered how to change the display, like the Times Square JumboTron,so now the banner read: Merry Christmas! All your presents belong to Leo! – Rick Riordan • Many merry Christmases, many happy New Years. Unbroken friendships, great accumulations of cheerful recollections and affections on earth, and heaven for us all. – Charles Dickens • Merry Christmas to all. A Pagan holiday (BC) becomes a Religious holiday (AD). Which then becomes a Shopping holiday (USA). – Neil deGrasse Tyson • Merry Christmas, I whisper to myself. Merry Christmas, Nate. – Lisa Ann Sandell • Out upon merry Christmas! What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer…? If I could work my will,” said Scrooge indignantly, “every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ upon his lips should be boiled with his won pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should! – Charles Dickens • She mailed me a Merry Christmas-I’m-Breaking-Up-with-You card. I’ll read it to you,” he said. He cleared his throat. “Dear Marcus. Merry Christmas. I’m breaking up with you. Mia. – Megan McCafferty • She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I’ll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal.” “It’s Christmas, Dashiel. Can’t you give that atitude a rest?” “Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents.” “What presents?” “I’m sorry—those were all from Mom, weren’t they? – Rachel Cohn • The charming aspect of Christmas is the fact that it expresses good will in a cheerful, happy, benevolent, non-sacrificial way. One says: “Merry Christmas”-not “Weep and Repent.” And the good will is expressed in a material, earthly form-by giving presents to one’s friends, or by sending them cards in token of remembrance . . . . – Ayn Rand • The dude in red’s back at the pole, Up North where everything is cold. But if he were right here tonight, He’d say ‘Merry Christmas! And to all, a good night!’ – Kurtis Blow • The earth has grown old with its burden of care, but at Christmas it always is young, the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, and its soul full of music breaks the air, when the song of angels is sung. – Phillips Brooks • The spirit of Christmas lives with us. We are the protectors of the real tradition of Christmas-peace on Earth and Goodwill to all. We are the hope of Man-the only hope. Mankind’s salvation lies within our hands. With our tech and ability we can create here on Earth a real heaven where men can be free. In our hands lies the power to restore to Man his determinism and all that he finds good in himself-his honesty, his integrity, and the thrill of being of real help to others. A very Merry Christmas to you all and a bright friendly new year. – L. Ron Hubbard • You can’t allow the forces of political correction to shut you up. I mean, why are people afraid to say, ‘Merry Christmas?’ Give me a break. If people don’t like it, yeah, they can go do something else. – Benjamin Carson

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Her Eyes, Like Night - a short story

“Like the noose on your neck,

This cold is suffocating me,

Like the snowflakes from the sky,

Your memories surround me,

Like the flowers on your grave,

Your death has wilted me,

For nobody admires beauty,

When it is framed by grief”

 I stared in awe as Ava made her way back to her seat. Usually, the class would erupt in a hasty discussion after someone has read their poetry but this time, it was absolutely silent. We could hear the winds blowing against the windowpane, filling the room with its cold presence. Ava adjusted her beige scarf, tucking her blonde hair into the softness of the cashmere for added warmth. She turned her head and we locked eyes. I looked away immediately, feeling a sense of sadness after having heard something so deeply personal from someone I barely knew.

 Miss Waters cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Does anybody have anything to say about Miss Watts’s piece?”

 Silence.

 “Well, if so, let’s move on,” she said, unable to mask her relief. She began calling out other students to recite their poetry but I was no longer listening. Ava’s words echoed in my head like a shout into a never-ending tunnel and I couldn’t help but steal glances her way. She was listening attentively to every poem, nodding her head, smiling, furrowing her brow and contemplating. I’ve never noticed her winsome beauty until now.

 Ava Watts has always been an enigma ever since she stepped foot in Blackmount Academy a year ago. She was pretty with her wavy blonde hair, piercing green eyes and slender stature. But she was never anything spectacular, at least not to me, at least not till now. However, everyone else fell madly in love with her. She happened like a storm, at first a couple of rumblings here and there and then suddenly, all at once. It didn’t take her long to drift into the wrong crowd. She joined Raina Hefner and Nisha Kapur to form what our student body calls the Unholy Trinity: the cheerleader, the actress and the new girl.

 The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Miss Waters handed us our take-home assignments and I struggled to catch up to Ava as she was heading out the door. I knew exactly what I was going to say, that I was enamoured by her and her poetry, but as soon as I got close enough, I halted when I realized where she was going.

 Raina and Nisha were playing a practical joke by asking the students to sign their names next to a picture of the girl they found the least attractive. The girl who garners the most signatures, wins Prom Queen. They had a gaudy pink table set up in the middle of the halls, chatting animatedly to anyone who agreed to participate in their sick and twisted joke. Ava pulled up a chair and sat next to her friends in nonchalance.

 I could feel my blood boiling with rage as I stormed towards them. Like a volcano that has erupted, I slammed a hand on the table, causing the ugly flyers to scatter everywhere.

 “What’s up with you, weirdo?” Nisha taunted me, her eyes glaring under the clump of black mascara.

 “Do you think this is funny?” I barked, grabbing one of the papers and shoving it in their faces.

 “Clearly, or we wouldn’t be doing it,” Raina quipped before laughing.

 “You two are pathetic, you know that? It’s sad that you have to put other people down like this just so you can be less insecure about how superficial and ephemeral your looks are,” I snapped. Nisha and Raina glanced at each other before bursting into laughter.

 “Okay, Mr. Big Words. We hear you, but um, why don’t you point your nasty little tongue at Ava since she’s the one who curated this idea,” one of them said but I wasn’t paying attention to whom because I felt my heart drop at the revelation.

 I looked at her. Her eyes were vacant and emotionless. I decided that Ava Watts is fireworks, an eruption of ethereal beauty until it stops and you realize you’re just looking at a barren sky.

 “That’s not true, right?” I asked, dangling on a single strand of string, hoping to give her a chance.

 “Sorry to break it to you, Noel, but this was my idea,” she answered, her words cut sharp as a knife, causing me to plunge.

 I laughed dryly.

 “Screw you all but especially you, Ava. You know, you’re more complex than I thought. Just now, I thought you were beautiful but now, I realize that you’re a meretricious piece of garbage masquerading as an art piece. You’re not special. You’re just disposable,” and I walked off without waiting for a response.

 *

 “Come on, Noel! Lighten up! It’s Prom Night!”

 I’ve decided to go stag instead of tormenting my brain on who to ask to prom. My friends and I were sat together at a table far from the stage and far from the Unholy Trinity. I was downing endless glasses of fruit punch, battling the heat that was rising up from my tuxedo. Throughout the past couple of weeks leading up to prom, the whole prank on crowning Prom Queen was all anyone could talk about. Teachers tried to shut down the entire operation but alas; the Unholy Trinity always finds a way.

 Thankfully, Ava, being the event manager, had the decency to sit those scumbags far away from my friends and I who were alienated for not participating in the selection of the Prom Queen. I huffed. I didn’t know why I even bothered to come to a party that celebrates the repression of an innocent girl. I knew as soon as Ava walked up the steps to announce the queen, I was getting the hell out.

 As if on cue, the music stopped and an image of fireworks and balloons framed the ostentatious font that read “BLACKMOUNT ACADEMY’S PROM QUEEN”

 Everyone began to cheer and whoop and I was on my way out. I stood up and began shuffling through the sea of students dancing on the dance floor. I couldn’t begin to count how may times I had to say “Sorry,” and “Excuse me,” interchangeably.

 “Are ya’ll having a good time?” she shouted into the mic, which caused me to roll my eyes. It’s a microphone; you don’t have to scream into it.

 Everyone responded with a resounding “Yes!”

 “I bet you are all dying to hear my special announcement of the evening, aren’t you?”

 Again, an unequivocal yes.

 “You had fun voting, didn’t you?”

 Cheers and whistles surrounded the room. I was nearing the door.

 “Well, my special announcement is…”

 I pulled on the knob. It was stuck.

 Wait…

 I tried it again with much greater force, but it didn’t budge.

 Oh my God…

 “You are all going to die”

 I snapped my head back to look at her and immediately the first four tables near the stage exploded into tiny splinters of wood. The impact was colossal; it felt like a wave had swept me off my feet and thrust me backwards. Before I knew it, I was on the ground, trembling with my arms covering my head, instinctively protecting myself from the debris. My ears were ringing, ringing, ringing but I could still hear the shrieks of terror in the background. Like a vortex consuming itself; my hearing came back to me and I quickly got up. I swore I was still alive but the view in-fro rvhnt of me made it seem like I was treading into the gates of hell.

 A raging fire quickly permeated the hall and people were scurrying towards me, thinking it was their way out. The microphone hummed and Ava’s voice re-emerged in the form of a cackling, maniacal laughter. Her face was now projected onto the blood-stained walls that were engulfed in fire, as if she were the devil’s incarnate.

 “Not so funny now, huh?” she taunted.

 “My sister died because of people like you. She took her life and all the warmth in the world because of bullying scum like you! Now, die! Die so your family will know the pain that mine has been forced to carry! Die because all of you combined could never come close to the kindness and selflessness my sister alone had. And don’t worry, none of you will be missed,” she spoke. She ripped off the microphone from the plug and threw it into the fire across her, feeding it and causing it to grow.

 I looked around. The windows were boarded up, the doors were locked, and there was no way out. I was inevitably going to die, but the least I could do was try to save the people who were still caught up in the blaze.

 I ran over to the front, pushing against the people that were in my way. That was when I heard gunshots. She had climbed down the stage and was starting to shoot people mercilessly. Some of them were pleading before her and others were on their knees in prayer.

 “Noel!” I heard a cry and saw Nisha. I stifled the bile that was threatening to escape my mouth when I noticed she was missing a leg, her femur protruding appallingly as she crawled on the floor. I picked her up and attempted to run to the entrance but I heard a voice warning me not to.

 “Noel Miller! Don’t you dare! She deserves what she’s got!” Ava threatened.

 “Nobody deserves this, Ava!” I pleaded but she was as rigid as the words etched onto her sister’s tombstone.

 Without hesitation, she pulled out her gun and shot Nisha point blank in the forehead. She fell limp in my arms and I released her in shock and unflinching terror. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor. Soon, I was looking into the barrel of her gun.

 “Shoot me, Ava. Let me see your sister so I can tell her that you’ve become the exact monster that put her in her grave,” I said.

 Her eyes wavered and I could see the realization dawn upon her. She looked around and took in the destruction and peril that she has caused. She looked back at me.

 “I’m sorry,” she muttered before pointing the gun at her temple and pulling the trigger. Her head snapped distortedly and her blood splattered on my face. I cried and screamed, attempting to wipe it off but that only made it spread wider.

 The last thing I remembered before passing out due to the carbon monoxide in my lungs was the image of Ava’s eyes, and what used to hold constellations now just a starless sky.