You forget Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Umineko No Naku Koro Ni, and you took characters from A Certain Scientific Railgun. I want to create my own spin-off based on your universe, but... proscrastinating.
edited 1st Feb '16 12:50:21 AM by RBomber
2814 Elseworlds? And I DID mention Railgun, but thanks for reminding me about those other two.
edited 1st Feb '16 6:30:01 AM by SCMof2814
Have I mentioned your avatar makes me chuckle?
Yuri fanfiction writer! http://www.fanfiction.net/~shanejayellWhy, thank you. It's my favorite OP 3 in the Fate-verse.
Working on the new chapter, though it's taking a bit longer because I'm trying to recapture some of the Cerberus mood-shift from the later stages of the previous story. Going with the interpretation that Morgaine wasn't outright evil, she was like Medea: a combination of desperate actions that seemed a good idea at the time combined with 1400 years of bad press.
In the next chapter, appearances by DCAU/Nasuverse camelot! The last stand of the brave knights Sir Robin, the Not-Quite-As-Brave-As-Sir-Lancelot, and the equally legendary Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Film.
Yes, THIS is what happens when I try to get dramatic. Every other section after a section break turns into farce.
edited 1st Feb '16 4:15:16 PM by SCMof2814
Okay, here's the opening of the next chapter. I'm putting it up since I need to know your opinion to the mood shift from the last chapter to this one. I'm going for the serious drama from the latter portions of hte first series, when the Wolks get outed to Nanoha.
The King was dead. And with him, all reason.
The castle was not Camelot, but merely one of the outlying fortresses that protected the city. The enemy could not ignore it, for if they marched upon the capital with the fortress at their backs, they would be hounded by its knights and armsmen. The fortress, guarded by those loyal to Artur, remained steadfast, waiting for reinforcement from one of the other fortresses or the city itself. They would not allow the pretender the throne. No woman would rule Camelot!
Knights stood upon it's walls, some skilfully cutting arrows out of the air, a few using meager knowledge in magic, magecraft and wizardry to send down retribution upon their besiegers. Together, they killed the enemy by the score. And yet, always there was more to fight, to strike, to die. All about it, as far as the eye could see, the lands was blackened and death, leaving only fallow ground and dead rock beneath the open sky.
Demons besieged the fortress. Shaped like men, with skin like a frog's belly, clad in loincloth and random armor, armed with axe and club, spear and sword, they were relentless. They manned catapults armed with stone and fire, battering rams and cavalry. Their archers filled the sky with arrows, and their sulfurous stink filled the sky.
In this midst of all this, a lone woman on a horse stood like an island on the sea of time. Clad in a long, royal purple dress, her long black hair trailed behind her like a banner, her beautiful face haggard but determined. One hand held the reins of her horse, if only by habit. Her other arm held a babe in swaddling. The child lay sleeping, innocent of all the death about it, golden hair an accent on its little head.
“Soon, my child,” she murmured as catapults sent fire though the sky, as the screams of the dying rose in the distance. “Your father's kingdom shall be yours.”
As she watched, a mass of demons charged at the castle, shields over their head, battering ram held between them.
“Very soon.”
Okay, this is my honest opinion:
I think you might be better to shift the narrative about Arturia's knights, that they are more angry about Morgana basically tears their nice life apart by presenting Mordred and causing schism that threaten the whole kingdom and killed their beloved king, rather than the fact that she doesn't have a dick. Granted, Mordred is just a final nail after fiasco with Lancy and Ginny....
Also, someone really need to bring thermite-enhaced flame thrower. Blessed by God Emperor of Mankind. That rascal really need to die.
Actually, Morgaine is just one of many contenders for the throne, but dubiously the most legitimate one. But there's a REASON it's king and not Queen Arturia.
Also, that's not Cubey. Cubey hasn't been created yet.
edited 4th Feb '16 1:37:52 AM by SCMof2814
It's fine so far. I don't have much to say about it.
Will this be the arc where Saber and Arturia will split?
Also this reminds me of a question I have: Does Mordred call Saber father?
Mordred will grow up being told Arturia is their father. After 1400 years of hearing about how awesome the guy is, AND being stuck as a loli, they'll have issues. This this Mordred will also have issues about their older sibling, since Morgaine will of course talk about how awesome they were, and how they were the best knight, and this one will stew and fester because not only can they not live up to their dead older sibling's legacy, they don't seem to be allowed to have the chance to...
Basically, Kuro with a Saberface.
New chapter of Prisma Illya. Poor Miyuverse Shirou. But it looks like he gets to be bad ass next. http://imgur.com/a/1XbD5
I have been watching Shugo Chara!, Symphogear & Ojamajo Doremi how possible would be for any of this series interact in the 2814verse since Tachibana Hibiki(Symphogear) remembers me to Nanoha since the two preferred to talk with their opponents before fight them PS Symphogear is available complete in Crunchyroll
Hibiki is kind of have berserkergang mode barely hidden by her cheerfulness, though.
Also, XCOM 2 valentine snippets. Post here to look if I can get something posted in FF.net
Colonel John "Central" Bradford first impression on Commander wasn't really overly positive. Well, sure, Commander manages to salvage situation in Switzerland with minimal loss (4 killed, 12 heavily injured, no civilian casualities), but isn't like our Commander had proven to able to command the whole XCOM, with various nation interest, soldiers' personality, how to arrange supplies, base management, and the fact that the head scientist and chief engineer likes to bicker Like The Old Married Couple. Which, according to some, they were.
The only reason he accepts the Commander was because he realizes he was a total fuckup in Berne. Though Heavy Argentine isn't really hold it against him, though.
However, with weeks passed, into months, Central saw that Commander certainly lives up the hype. Even faced with rookies dying every week, diminishing support with countries start pulling their funding, scientist/ engineer rivalry, Commander simply man it up and tackle every problems come in the way, growing stronger with each challenge solved. In a way, Central feels proud that his early assumption was mistaken, and grew fond of the Commander.
No, that's not because Commander has a great ass, certainly not.
And with XCOM grew stronger and steadier, it seems that they could slowly, but surely, push their way to victory and survival.
Aliens dump everything they got, including large amount of mechanized units. Including Sectopods. Numbering close to 3 digits.
XCOM fought valiantly, but the sheer numbers were simply not in their favour.
Commander, realized this, decides to took a grave decisions: sacrifice the base, but evacuates all personnels and continue the fight somewhere else. The Commander, like a proud captain of sinking ship, decides to fight together with the last line.
Central's greatest regret is that he, sanely, accepts responsibility to basically lead the survivors to victory, instead doing "something stupid and un-military" like declares mutiny, dump unconscious Commander with the surviving lot, and be the last line himself.
What breaks Central's hope in humanity was the fact that, when faced with XCOM destruction, most government decides to fold and allowed XCOM to officially disbanded, effectively betrayed what's left of XCOM. Plasma rain and chryssalids drop on stubborn countries' cities certainly didn't help matters, but a scapegoat still a scapegoat.
For years, Bradford struggle for survival and identity. Occasionally helping scattered resistances, his only trusted friend is spirits, which only last until last drop was spent. He can barely think. He can't hope anymore.
He doesn't dare.
However, after years of running, he began to heard gossips. Rumours. Whispers.
Resistance starts to growing.
ADVENT start to lose its grip.
But the most of all, is that XCOM is back.
He doesn't dare to hope. Still, he can feel the embers inside him begin to grow stronger, embolded him to seek the source.
If only to make sure no bright-eyed rookies dead by stupid mistake. Even if it means getting his lazy ass back on the field.
Will continued later.
New Prisma chapter is out. This is now my headcanon for what Shirou looks like as Tracer.
I'm worried about whether Miyu is going to stay in this world (both in canon and in 2814). SCM, can we just have this Shirou and 2814 Shirou do a weird fusion dance thing due to simultaneous UBW or something that results in a single (incredibly badass) Shirou?
Also I get the feeling things will be hilarious if Angelica actually joins Illya's side for some reason. I wouldn't even discount her becoming part of Shirou's "harem" in such a scenario. There are weirder pairings out there.
And now the actual chapter is translated!
Archer-Mode Shirou appears to speak mainly in insults. Not too surprising, really.
Exist, pursued by bearThe 4th Herz 2wei ova also came out. It turns out Tatsuko is the most mature member of her family. Who knew?
Well thats a terrifying thought
Well thats wierd I cant add this thread to my watch list.
edited 3rd Mar '16 2:53:13 PM by unlikelyauthor
Fate Grand Order players will know me as Ryusei-Go.Try the bottom right corner where it has '* watch'
That should be it.
[DATA LOST]Hello everyone I am here to ask for your help with a Symphogear/Suite Pretty Cure crossover how can I get involved the relic users in the attempt of Noise to drown the world in sorrow? I have a idea that implies the Lidian Academy making a field trip to Kanon Town arriving in the middle of a Negatone attack
Give one of the Pretty Cure girls a relic. Or possibly have all the cures try to wipe out all the Gears...
Shinji... become less asshole in death. Huh.
Sailor Moon Crystal Season III is here and it's a little bit jarring that they went back to the first anime's character design after getting used to the manga-ish look before.
edited 4th Apr '16 11:10:57 AM by mike21
Changing back the design will still not excuse crap characterization.
And new segment! We're doing the Morgaine/Jason Blood arc from Justice League.
Great as his weapon was, it was no match for the one possessed by Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Film, whose blade was given to him under mysterious, almost divine, circumstances. It was known throughout the land, envied by lesser knights and spoken of with grudging praise by his equals, acknowledging that the mighty blade came second to their own sword, maybe, just maybe. All had heard of the great sword–
Foots steps, and a running knight in distinctive armor came running from a side passage. “Quickly!” Sir Yson of the Bloody Hair called. “Sir Pent needs reinforcements in the south tower! Sir Kel and Sir Vice are being overrun!”
“But the gates!” Sir Robin protested.
“I will stay and guard them,” Sir Yson declared, pointing back the way he had come. “Hurry!”
The two knights exchanged a look and nodded, racing towards the tower in question.
For a moment, stillness came to the fortress hall, the sounds of battle distant but for the ram upon the door.
And then even that was gone. Yson sheathed his sword, stepped toward the portal, and began to push aside the heavy oak bar secured to its brackets. The bar was solid, over ten feet long, a foot thick and even wider, but Yson was a Knight of the Round Table. It was not quick work, and his muscles strained, but the bar moved smoothly as he slid it aside. It fell heavy to the stone floor, and he hastily stepped back as it bounced.
There was a stink of inhuman foulness as the doors were pushed open from the outside. Demonic faces eyed him darkly, but made no move towards him as they crossed the threshold, spreading out and moving with surprising silence and order towards the hallways to either side and the stairwell across from the door. Yson ignored them, eyes seeking and finding only one thing. “Morgaine, my love,” he said, holding out his hands. Her smile was small, graceful and beautiful. In her arms she carried a small babe, and for a moment his heart leapt. Was that his child? She drew closer, filling all he could see and stepping into his embrace. “Your beauty has possessed me,” he sighed. “I have longed to hold you, to feel you in my arms again.”
She smiled. “I too have thought of this moment.” She leaned into his embrace, and his head bowed down. Their lips met.
The sting was minor, barely a twinge, except it exploded into agony. He let out an exclamation of pain, recognizing the sensation of foreign magic in his body as pain. He stumbled away from Morgaine, knees shaking as they fell out from under him, leaving him kneeling on the stone floor as waves of agony washed over him, building up stronger and stronger with every heartbeat, sapping his strength. He stared at Morgaine, eyes uncomprehending, denying.
A hand rose futilely to his face, as if to press the pain back. “But… why?” he asked, confused, betrayed.
She smiled at the infant in her arms. “For love, of course,” she said, before turning her eyes forward, ignoring him as insignificant. “The love of my child… Heir tot he King, Camelot's new ruler.”
She walked past him as he futilely tried to grab at the hem of her dress. They slipped past his fingers, and he lay there helpless as he watched her walk away.
From the staircase above, he heard a semi-familiar, high-pitched voice cry out. “We are betrayed!” Swords being drawn. “For the King! For Camelot!”
His strength waned, his head drooped, and the cold stone floor cradled him. The world became strangely colored as death approached.
He became aware of a presence behind him. He turned to look, his body strangely free of pain. A beautiful young maiden stood there, garbed in a black dress with falls of white lace, skin pale, a strange painted mark around one eye. On her head was a very strange, cylindrical hat. “Who are you?” he asked.
She smiled, gentle and warm and compassionate. “Oh, you're having a near-Death experience. That means I have to be nearby. It's not your time yet though. Give it a few minutes.” She looked up, past him. “Although it looks like someone wants to talk to you.”
And suddenly he was back, trapped in his body, filled with pain, surrounded by fighting nights and demons and soldiers, who all seemed to be ignoring him. None stepped on him, and all seemed to circle around his prone form. And in front of him, hair pale and dressed in outrageous clothes, a familiar figure strode through the battle, just as ignored.
Despite himself, Yson groaned, a habit of many years living in Camelot. “Oh no, not you!”
Merlin pouted childishly. “Now, that's a really mean thing to say Yson,” the insufferably annoying magus said. “I'm not doing anything. You did all this.” He waved a robed arm. “So, are you happy? Because of you, Camelot is going to fall, and for ever after, this land will be a cesspit of stupidity, insanity, inbreeding, bad teeth and arrogance. Sure, that Blackadder person is going to rule for a few years and make it better, but for most part it's going to suck. What an epic failure.”
“Oh, shut up Merlin,” Yson said, feeling very knightly as he uttered the most commonly used words in the King's court. “You'd never understand. You're not a man. What would you know about love?”
For some reason, this seemed to amuse the magus. “Oh, I know more than you think. I'm absolutely violet with it.” He paused, staring at the carnage and battle around them. “And so Camelot falls, not with a great battle, but with a little traitor. The king would be so sad, so see their dreams crushed so, their knights against their sister.” The magus sighed. “All our dreams burn because of you.”
“I pay for it with my life,” Json said bitterly. “Is that not enough?”
There was a pause, and sudden fear gripped Yson as he remembered one of the sayings common in Camelot.
Never give Merlin ideas.
“No. No, it isn't, Yson of the Blood,” Merlin said. “You do not get such an easy escape. You do not leave with Death.” Merlin nodded to empty air somewhere behind Yson, as if acknowledging someone. “You will not have it so easy. Whenever people say I made a mistake, they crow at me to fix it. And so shall you. You won't get to die, fallen knight. I curse you to live until what you have done this day is forgiven, until what has been done is atoned.”
The magus knelt over Yson. “Do you know how magi make familiars, Yson? One way is to take part of a human soul and mix it with something else. You're soul is leaving, but not really dead yet. But it's just loose enough to mix.”
Merlin lay hand one Yson, and suddenly pain changed into fire.
“I'd like you to meet one of my relatives on my father's side,” Merlin's voice, distant through a haze of burning, said. “His name is Etrigan… ”
Vivio will come in 10 years, just as in canon. Who adopts her is the question though...
As to the anime in 2814...
Did I miss anything?