#also i have another version where he's wearing his hat but it doesn't look right to me..... i might try to fix it

[subaerial-dweller]

aaaAAA I'm on a roll now, I'm just spitting whatever comes into my mind about Generation Loss onto the table now. I love this show very much and I no longer care if people see these posts, I have too many thoughts and I'm writing them down :DD.

PART THREE: FRANK AND CHARACTER ORIGINS

I don't think Frank is a skeleton. We know he's a dude, right? There was that screenshot someone took of Frank's poster in Episode 3, let me see if I can find it.

Here we are. In my search for this screenshot, I did come across a lot of posts that said very similar things to what I was going to say, which was that Frank might just be a rotting corpse they drag around with them, which is really quite insane. I said in my first post of this late-night frenzy of Genloss thinking that I'm not very good at drawing, and in 45 minutes that hasn't actually changed. But I have a very graphic view in my head, and it makes the point where Jerma fucken smacks Frank across the face and breaks his fucking neck or something, it makes it all a lot harder to stomach. It's a gruesome thing, and now I'm just worried about how exactly Frank died.

Sneeg likes him, so maybe he was once the main character, where GL!Ranboo is now? It would make sense, because he's in that cage thing with Sneeg, so they might've just both failed together, but Frank was never going to go beyond the first episode without dying.

OH SPEAKING OF THAT. This is where the "and character origins" part of the post comes from.

I want to talk about where the other characters came from. We see a bunch of them, and they all allude to being in this game for a while before we see this iteration with GL!Ranboo in the main role, but I also have other ideas.

OPTION ONE: they're all, strictly speaking, actors, and Ranboo's the one running through this completely blind. They all know their roles, they understand what they have to do to get the story moving along (Sneeg tackles Austin to get Ranboo through the moving cutout wall thing, for example), and they play those roles. That would explain why Charlie's in every episode: he's the Slime Demon, then he's Surfer Dude/Patient Slime, and then he's Charlie Slimecicle the Streamer. He's a recurring talent (maybe I'll write another thing about where I think GL!Charlie came from, when speaking about option one). They're all mind controlled like Ranboo is, with the same filter layered over reality (except on Austin, I think his malfunctioned which is why he looked so horrified in the clothes room with Ethan, and on the merry-go-round next to rotting corpse!Frank, and Sneeg when he was wearing the hat). They're briefed on their roles, and they follow them, but their main goal is to keep the story moving and get Ranboo to the end. Once again, I think GL!Austin's filter thingy doesn't really work, because he called Jerma "sick", he looked horrified and disgusted to sit next to a dead body, I think he was the only person to care that GL!Ethan had been, you know, brutally murdered, and he also tried to take Ranboo's place in the cutout room.

OPTION TWO: They've all been through the games before. They've all been the main characters, and they've now been moved into other roles with each repetition of the show. So GL!Sneeg was once the main character in Episode 1, and then he fucked up and was locked in the cage with Frank (who also was the protagonist, but then he, uh, well something went wrong and Showfall regrets this Tragic Accident), before Ranboo comes around.

Slimecicle was the main character in Episode 2 once, and he was about to lose the Mousetrap game in the Candy Room, so he ate the piece so the Puzzler couldn't blast him to pieces. Obviously it worked, but he was repurposed as another role, because they took that "oh it's in him" as a great premise for the next time this show went over. Now, our version of Genloss, where GL!Ranboo's the main character, this could happen right after Slime ate the piece, or it could be a while back, but Showfall liked the idea so much they just kept forcing Slime to eat the pieces and random shit, or they cut him open and put it all back inside. Either way, it's not pretty.

Option Two would explain why GL!Vinesauce says "I've done it before" when he asks Sneeg and Ranboo to throw him across the lasers. It would make sense for the first two episodes, where there are other characters and the storyline seems to be in control (as much as Hetch was manipulating Episode 3, Ranboo did have his own mind back and made his own decisions, like with rescuing Streamer Charlie Slimecicle), because for those, the plotline is simple, straightforward, with barely any variation. The characters can be recycled, it makes sense. However, I think accidents do happen, and sometimes, in the case of Frank, actors only get past one episode before, you know, dying. RIP Frank. Squiggles misses you.

#generation loss #genloss #ranboo #ranboolive #gl!ranboo #gl!sneegsnag #gl!sneeg #gl!slimecicle #gl!slime #gl!charlie #generation loss episode 2 #the mastermind of the warehouse #it's late #i need to sleep but the mind is full #if you're reading this and you'd like to be mates #let me know! #always open to talking about theories and things i love it #genloss theories #genloss theory

[soundcrusher]

A little fun is always allowed

Part 7 of the Spinoff set in the normal sentient Lost Light au ffrom is @cuppajj is out!

And as promised, it's a lot more lighthearted than the last one. :3

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“Is there a reason as to why the both of you are wearing cowboy hats and ponchos?” Asked Ultra Magnus Convoy, as they, and the crew members who wanted to visit the amusement park, made their way towards the entrance. “There is no need for you to wear it.”

“Maybe.” Answered Convoy. “But Snow and I have gotten used to wearing them whenever we visit a planet. We were hunted after all, and then there was the fact that I’m somewhat of a criminal where I am from. Although, with Rodimus Prime being officially dead, my charges have been dropped.” Convoy looked up at Ultra Magnus with a smirk, as he pushed his cowboy hat slightly up with his thumb. “You can never be too sure though. Also, it makes me look like bounty hunters or lone rangers from those old cowboy movies. And you don’t want to know how many dates this get-up got me.” 

“You’re right, I do not want to know.” Was all Ultra Magnus said, before catching up with Megatron to discuss possible evacuation plans, should something happen. Leaving Convoy on his own. He didn’t expect his small plan of getting Ultra Magnus to back off to work, but it did. And Convoy was thankful for that, because it was weird to be talking to an alive Ultra Magnus. Especially when you know who’s underneath the armor and what has happened to his brother. From what Convoy could gather, they don’t know who exactly the DJD’s pet is, and he was unsure if he should even tell them. This universe operates differently, and who knows what them being here could do to it. Him telling them that the pet is Dominus Ambus could change some future outcomes. Maybe he would even doom this Rodimus Prime and his crew to an even crueler fate than he had, and he didn’t want that. 

“Are you alright? You seem troubled.” Convoy looked at the one asking the question, and sighed as he saw Lightlost walking towards him. “Yea… although, I’m surprised that you’re taking your time to see how I’m doing. I was under the impression that you would look after your crew. Make sure that they aren’t walking too far away from you, in fear that they could escape your clutches. But I guess, with us being on your ship, you probably see us as your crew too. Lucky us.” Growled the prime, as he crossed his arms and looked over at Lightlost. And for a moment, something aching to guilt settled in his spark as he saw the cartographer's startled expression settled into a soft but somber one. And Convoy found himself growing frustrated as he stormed off to somewhere else in the amusement park. Most likely trying to find a game where he could let some of his bend up anger out. 

And Lightlost looked after the prime with the same somber expression they held when talking with Convoy. They knew that he still needed time, their counterpart left too deep of a wound in his spark and mind, but still. Lightlost felt their very own spark ache for the darker version of their captain. Although, they were quick to put on a soft smile as they felt two smaller servos wrap around their left servo and softly pull it, before seeing the worried optics of Snow staring at them. 

“Don’t mind Roddy, please. He doesn't like talking about ‘Them’ all that often…” Muttered Snow, as he softly started to tug Lightlost towards the Merry Go Round where Phoenix was already waiting for them. "He's a hypocrite too. Telling me to talk about what happened and try to heal, while he would rather go out and distract himself with another job. Pharma said that it could be because he's worried that talking about it could break him, which is stupid. Roddy is the strongest mech I know! Next to Tarn… and Softstreet…. And my mama! Oh! And Dominus, and Fungus, and Old Man and Pharma and…. And…." Snow stopped talking for a moment and looked up at Lightlost, before smiling sheepishly. "A-ah… S-sorry…. I doubt you would want to hear me ramble on about everyone I think is strong. Although, Roddy is still the strongest! And I don’t mean it literally, but more in a… hmmm… Yea. You know what I mean, right Light?”

“I think I do.” Chuckled the cartographer, as they looked at the youngling who was still clutching their servo and pulling them along like an excited, well, youngling. It was relieving to see the young spark openly talk to them. After their small talk, Snow seemed to have quickly warmed up to them. Yes, there were still times when the young spark would look at them in fear, before bolting off to seek out his Rodimus, but that only happened after an especially bad nightmare. And Snow would always come to them in the morning to apologize, and Lightlost would reassure him that everything was fine. That they weren’t mad at him for thinking they were their counterpart. When the nightmares weren’t that bad though, Lightlost would find Snow wandering the halls. Muttering to himself while clutching his shark, before they would make their holo-avatar appear next to him and spend the rest of the night with the youngling. Listening to his worries, or his retelling of the nightmares, before changing the topic to a more pleasant one. And then, when Snow had calmed down, they would lead him back to his room. Making sure the youngling was tugged in and asleep, before deactivating their holoform and resting themself. 

And sometimes, when both Phoenix and Snow were together and getting up to some hijinks, they would join them. But only if the two young fliers would invite them. 

“Hey! If you two get even slower, I’ll lose our spot!” Yelled Phoenix, as he waved one arm in the air. Letting some of his colorful smoke escape, to signal where exactly in the line he was. An action that caused Snow to pull even harder on Lightlost’s servo. “We’re coming! Cool your systems, before they overheat!” Answered Snow with a laugh, as they made their way towards Phoenix. 

“Well, if someone wouldn’t dilly dally around, but rather come here faster, then that someone wouldn’t have to worry about my systems overheating.” Said Phoenix as he crossed his arms over his chest, while sporting a playful pout. “And I don’t even get a ‘Thank you’ for securing our spot. Not even after a very rude mech tried to steal it from me!”

Snow chuckled, before letting go of Lightlost’s servo in order to wrap his arms around Phoenix in a dramatic way. “Oh mighty Phoenix, I am so thankful that you have protected our spot in the line from evil mechs and the like. It must have been a true fight.” He said, as Phoenix let out an embarrassed squeak, before he tried his best to shove the other off. Which only resulted in Snow laughing, before he let go of his counterpart with a bright smile. 

“Was that thank enough for you, oh mighty Phoenix? Protector of spots and defender of lines?” A small ‘Tch’ was all Snow got from Phoenix, before the line started to move forward again and they had to catch up, or risk losing their spot. Although, that didn’t stop the two young sparks from pickering back and forth about certain topics. No, it most likely encouraged them to keep on talking about how some of the Cybertronians in line were very rude for pushing them around or trying to cut in line. 

And Lightlost couldn’t help themself but to chuckle at the display of ‘brotherly love’ both Phoenixes expressed towards each other. Who would have thought that these two would get  along like a house on fire the second they warmed up to each other? At least Phoenix found another friend he could confide in. It sure enough made Lightlost’s happy to see their youngest crew member have fun with someone his age. 

“Hey, Light, no daydreaming, it’s our turn!” Exclaimed Phoenix, as he waved his servos in front of Lightlost’s face to gain their attention, before grabbing Snow’s servo and running towards the Merry Go Round. Both of them decided that they would ride one of the bigger animals together, and as Lightlost tried to sit down on one of the benches around the Merry Go Round, they found themself unable to. Both Phoenix and Snow have come back and wrapped their arms around theirs. Pulling them towards a mechanimal big enough to fit three Cybertronians. At least this ride wasn’t as fast as the ones their captain surely was riding right now. 

And after the Merry Go Round, it was off to the Ferris Wheel. Another slow moving ride that also gave a good view of the park. “Hey! I think that’s Ultra Magnus over there!” Exclaimed Phoenix, as he pointed over to a blue blob in the distance, who was confirmed to be Ultra Magnus by Snow and his binoculars. “Yea, Megatron is with him. Are the two usually together?”

“Eh, I think Magnus is just keeping an optic on Megs for some reason or another. You know? Making sure that he doesn’t run away, or something.” Answered the youngling, before taking Snow’s binoculars and looking through them himself. Spotting both Rodimuses boarding the ‘Blitzflügel’ and making a mental note to go there next. “Why do you even carry binoculars in your subspace? Are you some kind of bounty hunter or something? Your get-up would fit.”

“No. Right now, I’m working as a shepherd until I’m able to take the entrance exam for medical school. The binoculars are something I got from Fungus to keep an optic on the sheeps, or for bird watching.” Snow said, as he sat down next to Lightlost on the small bench in the middle of the gondola. “If you want to hear some bounty hunter stories though, you should ask Roddy… ehm… Convoy to tell you some. He’s one after all.”

“Wait? Convoy is a bounty hunter?” Asked Phoenix, which was met  with a nod and a cheerful ‘Yep’ from Snow, before he started to tell his counterpart what exactly Convoy did as a bounty hunter and how he always brought his ‘assignments’ back alive, or how he would help kidnapped Cybertronians return home. Making Convoy sound more like an anti-hero rather than a straight up villain. Something that caught Lightlost’s interest, but they let Snow finish his small tale, before they asked their question of why Convoy usually talked about killing others, rather than saving them. 

“Oh, that’s easy.” Said Snow. “He did the bad stuff before… you know…” The white and blue youngling shot his other version a small, unsure look, before quickly shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders as he saw how Phoenix was distracted by whatever he saw through his binoculars. “Before he met me. Convoy always says that, if it weren’t for me, he would probably still be killing them, but now… Others often comment on how different he has become. One of the people he works with often says how the old Rodimus Prime has died when… when…” Snow was looking down at his shaking hands. He didn’t want to think about his Lightlost, not now, not when he was having fun. No, he didn’t want the memory of them to overshadow him now, but before it could happen, he felt someone place their servos over his. And as Snow looked up, he could see the reassuring smile of Lostlight, and the dark shadow his Lightlost left behind slowly disappeared. For now. 

After the Ferris Wheel, the three made their way over to the ‘Blitzflügel’, with both Phoenix and Snow wanting to ride it, while Lightlost was hesitant to get even near it. Something the younglings seemed to have picked up on, because both looked at them with worry filled optics. And Lightlost was quick to raise their servos and let out a slight nervous chuckle as they tried to explain how fast rides weren’t for them. But while Snow understood and tried to find a different ride, Phoenix shook his head and grabbed Lightlost and Snow by their wrists. “Nope, nu-uh. We’re gonna ride the ‘Blitzfügel’ together! We’re a crew, and a crew does stuff together! So, let’s go! Wam, bam and in the van, and all that!” And that’s how Lightlost found themself seated in a roller coaster cart behind the two younglings. With Phoenix getting excited with every inch he cart moved up towards the first drop, while Snow was clutching his doppelgängers arm tightly in an almost death-like grip. Although, after the first drop was over and the cart drove around, doing a few more drops and even one looping, the younglings were screaming their sparks out in excitement. Phoenix even threw his arms up, while Snow was clutching the railing. Lightlost on the other hand, wasn’t doing any of that though, but they still had fun on the ride. 

“That was AMAZING!” Cheered Phoenix, as soon as they were out of the cart and walking towards the next ride. “Like, first it was up then down, then up again, and the looping! It felt like doing a looping in the air! I haven’t done one in years!” 

“Yea! I didn’t think the ‘Blitzflügel’ would be this cool. If I had known that before, I would have joined Roddy when we first visited the park!” Snow chuckled, before he and Phoenix turned towards Lightlost. “And? How did you find the ride Light? It wasn’t too fast, was it? I mean, you didn’t complain, but still…” Asked the blue and white youngling somewhat concerned, although the concern was soon enough replaced by surprise, as Lightlost exclaimed how much fun they had on the ride. “I might not like fast-paced rides, but I have to admit, this one was quite fun. Maybe we should ride it again sometime.” And Phoenix couldn’t help but squint at the cartographer in something aching to disbelieve, or was it surprise?

Either way, something was different with Lightlost. Phoenix couldn’t tell what, but they seemed different. A lot more sparkly, maybe even youthful, kind of like when Fools Shot would do something he liked or that got him all excited. Whatever it was, Phoenix liked seeing Lightlost like this, because it made their aura a lot happier. “Alright, there’s another ride I wanted to check out. It’s not as fast as the ‘Blitzflügel’ but it’s still a fast one.”

“I’m okay with it, as long as we get to ride a slower one after this one.” Said Snow, which was met with a small groan from Phoenix, but the young spark didn’t say no. So, both of the younglings were quick to run off towards the next ride, with Lightlost having to keep pace, or else risking losing the two in the crowd. 

“Phoenix, Snow! Not so fast! We have enough time for a few more rides!” Yelled Lightlost, followed by a laugh, as they quickly catched up with the two, before their servos were, yet again, grabbed by the younglings, as they pulled them along towards the next ride. Laughing all the way. 

#sentient sg/lost light au #sentient lost light au #sentient lost light #lightlost #sg/phoenix #reg/phoenix #sg/rodimus #transformers #transformers oc #spinoff #everyone's having fun! #it's an amusement park after all #heh; if things keep on going like this #I might write a beach episode. XD #I mean; the spinoff is mostly for me to write some light hearted hijinks without worrying about bad stuff #okay; maybe some minimal bad stuff #either way; I hope all of you enjoy this one

[dasweet]

Aunt Le

Synopsis: You're working part-time, especially after having your son. Your husband... He renovates houses. And I'm the cool single aunt. Somehow, we build our life.

Author's Notes: My first time writing here, so please be patient with me. Also, inglish is not my native language. be patient with me x2

Fluff

Afghanistan was a mess – that was one of the only thoughts around Yelena’s mind since the US government sent her squad to support the armed forces there. Shelters were built. People were taken off the street. Bombs were detonated, too. Yelena swears she can still hear the noise of explosions in her ears, even though the jet’s noise was the only real sound she heard in the last thirteen hours of the trip. And she tried to sleep. Tried to rest. But as a soldier who is constantly on the field, she has lost the ability to nap peacefully in public spaces (a disturbing ability that saved her life and dozens of others more times than Yelena can really count).

Still, at times like this, she wished she had this talent.

The last six months on a mission, rarely alone, rarely resting, constantly rescuing people from high-rise buildings and battling extremists has taken a toll on her nervous system. Thirteen hours of travel and a time-zone break didn’t do much to help either. But none of that matters. Not the incessant pain in her musicians, the aching twinges in her back that still can’t handle the jet’s seats, the heavy dark circles under her eyes that Yelena swears have already become a natural tattoo set. No. When she parks her car and the first thing she sees beyond the manicured yard, with neatly trimmed green grass and a red tricycle near the porch steps, it’s like the last few months hadn’t existed. Her heart swells up like a wet cotton ball and she opens the car door. A smile coming when the front door is flung open and a human being’s project passes through it faster than the speed of light.

“Aunt Le!” Hux squeals happily, shooting in her way like the small energy missile he is. Yelena leans over to catch the boy in mid-jump, ignoring the thud her suitcase makes when it hits the ground. She squeezes the boy a little tighter and is squeezed back in a death hug. His scent of baby shampoo and blackberry syrup has never changed.

“Hey buddy” She hums under her breath “How’s my champion doing?”

“Good.”

“Good, huh?”

“Yes.” Her smile grows even softer when she notices Natasha on the threshold, sneering affectionately as she does whenever Huxley is near his aunt. You see, since the boy learned to walk, he doesn’t let anyone pick him up. Except for Yelena.

“Put me down!”

For a short time, of course.

Yelena laughs, putting the child back on the sidewalk.

“Nice hat.”

“You think? I asked Mom for a soldier’s helmet like yours, but she thinks I’m too young for that.” He shares, tidying up the aluminum colander he’s currently wearing as a military helmet to hide his father’s inherited black hair.

Yelena peers at Natasha under her lashes before leaning in to whisper. “I’ll let you use mine if you promise you won’t tell mom.”

Huxley smiles excitedly. A toothless smile, crooked teeth and wrinkled nose, while half his view is blocked by the barrier of the colander . Yelena barely has time to melt before Natasha finally approaches.

“Stop corrupting my son.” Her hand lands on Yelena’s shoulder with a firm grip and for a second, loneliness and emptiness are filled with shared brotherhood affection. "Моя младшая сестра, it’s good to see you.”

They’ve never been very fond of prolonged physical touch, so their affection is portrayed with looks. Right now, Yelena is sure hers is mushy as hell when she nods positively, holding the older one’s elbow to acknowledge the touch. “Come on. Lets go in. You need to eat and get some rest. Looks like you came out of a war.”

“Ha!” She says, catching the irony of that choice of words in the air. Natasha rolls her eyes. “Where’s Bruce?”

“Mr. Gardner needed help fixing the roof.”

“Are the kids still causing problems?”

“It’s Halloween, Yelena.” Natasha shakes her head heavily “The kids have their trick moment and the neighbors deal with the damage for the rest of the year. Just the usual.”

“Rude. Hey, here, let the aunt-“

“No!” Huxley protests “I take.”

His version of help consists of dragging her bag across the floor, since he doesn't have the strength to lift and carry it in his skinny arms.

"Want help bug?"

"No Mommy! I'm fine!" Shouts the boy back.

Yelena doesn't have time to think that she'll need another suitcase until the end of the trip when Natasha comments something in Russian about how this vacancy for a physical education teacher at the school where she works is open and how nice it would be if Yelena could reconsider her plan of career. Stay in Ohio longer. Yelena rolls her eyes, too in love with her profession to give it up to live a simple life in the suburbs, with a husband, kids and furry pets that would probably make her raise her kids on antihistamines.

She doesn't even like people that much.

"But I could think about the dog" she confides as she crosses the Hall "I want a dog."

Behind them, Huxley pulls her bag up the stairs.

+++

She wakes up the next morning with a tiny body scaling her waist and her reflexes, too fast for her slow mind, kick into action before she can think about it. Her body tenses in preparation for a fight, but instead, all she sees is Huxley's toothless grin and her extra-large helmet unbuckled along the kid's jaw.

“Look, Aunt Le! It fit!"

#yelena belova fanfic #fanfic #yelena headcanons #natasha and yelena #yelena belova imagine #natasha romanov #natasha x bruce #yelena au #alternative #marvel

[pistachoz]

legally blonde, tenth doctor

pairing: tenth doctor x fem!reader

synopsis: between trips and adventures with the doctor, you finally find the perfect timing to change your look. with no pointless dress codes to follow anymore, you try dyeing your hair on your own, ending up in a string of botched outcomes and unexpected confessions.

wc: 3K

warnings: none, mild cursing maybe??

author's note: oof, this took me more than i expected and it definitely ended up being waaay more. anyway, this is my first piece of writing for the doctor -also in general- and what a better way than start with a fluffy one! i hope it turned out decent! my first language it’s not english, so you can expect some -more like a lot of- writing mistakes.

also, a big shout out to @plxstic-rose​ bc she has been my biggest supporter when i felt like i couldn’t do this, she has helped me so much ily 🥺 💞

(GIF IS MINE)

A grimace appeared on your face as the sour taste of the coffee filled your mouth, you definitely needed to bring yours the next time you stopped on earth because the alien version of it tasted like stomach bile. You weren't even sure if it had proper caffeine or it was drug-fueled tea.

With a resigned sigh, you put the cold mug in the mirrored vanity table in front of you and checked your phone. Five minutes more and you would be rinsing the red dye out of your shower cap covered hair. You lift the right side of the cap slightly, trying to peek at your tinted hair, the pale red -almost blonde- pigments made your breath hitch in a halt.

Was it supposed to look that light? Oh crap, you should have gone to the salon.

That was actually going to be the original plan. You had been procrastinating changing your look; nothing wrong with the colour and length you normally had but since you started travelling with the doctor, you didn't count with office regulations to follow anymore so you considered shaking up a bit your aesthetic. Yet, it seemed as you could never stop to take a breath and the times you did, was always on strange-named planets where your peaceful state of mind lasted a couple of minutes. So, you took it upon yourself to change your look on your own. You knew it could have any sort of downfall, but you didn't really want to nag the doctor into making a 'short' stop on earth -even though you knew he wouldn't mind- just for a date at the salon. He needed a well-deserved rest after all the uncontrollable lifesaving shenanigans and every time you came back to earth, somehow you ended up enticing some sort of trouble.

Besides, how hard could it be, right?

You barged into the installed bathroom connected to your room and locked the door as soon as you stepped inside. The last thing you needed was for the doctor to burst in looking for you while you were in the middle of this crucial transformation, and even though he was probably too distracted tinkering around the console of the TARDIS, you knew how intrusively spontaneous he could be when he finds something new. It wouldn't be a first to hear him enter your bedroom in a spur-of-the-moment with enthusiastic hand gestures and euphoric rants about alien-y stuff.

You grabbed the light blue hand-sized towel that rested upon the toilet tank and draped it around your shoulders. A jittery feeling building up in the pit of your stomach at the prospect of how your new hair would look like.

You weren't particularly bold when it came to your style, always stuck with what you could call an average look, to be fair, before the doctor, your whole life was just brimming with a never-ending stodgy routine that encased every aspect of your life. You didn't see the point of making more than few changes in your image and it was not like your office let you go too risky either.

This was going to be the first radical change in your appearance, and you were lying if you didn't say a fit of excitement was already bubbling up your throat. You didn't know what exactly had gotten into you, but you were so adamant to do something. Perhaps it was the stockpiled adrenaline from all those adventures catching up on you, perhaps this was something you were going to regret later. Either way, right now, you could only think of how satisfying it would be to finally match your current lifestyle. New and thrilling.

To be completely honest, you were also eager to see the doctor's reaction. Of course, you were not doing this because of him…well, not for the best part, but a piece of you wished it would have some sort of effect on him.

You knew this regeneration was cheekier and maybe you were reading too much between the lines but sometimes you could swear there was something more in all those subtle touches and lingering hugs. The shared gazes that let you wonder if this was just some friendly treatment or if he really meant something deeper made your mind go into a frenzy.

You also knew that appearances didn't really matter to him but the need of looking bolder and more luring was still there. You wanted, for once and for all represent how traveling with him had changed you into someone who would risk more than just a ‘change of look´. You were becoming the best version of yourself and you wanted to show him that in more than one way, but one step at the time.

Warily, you lifted the plastic cap; your sticky hair popping in every direction. Without a prior look, you stooped over the sink and manoeuvred your head under the sprout. After some unsuccessful tries, you managed to open it and began massaging your scalp with your fingertips.

After swilling away the shampoo and applying the conditioner; you grasped the towel laying around your shoulders and swaddled your hair up in a turban.

You straighten your back and stroked your hair through the towel, trying -quite poorly- to pump it dry. You didn't anticipate it to be this gruelling. In fact, you thought this would be some sort of restful hiatus from your general tense state, but apparently, this had drained you more than expected.

Resignedly, you undid the coiled towel on top of you and let your new dyed hair fall freely behind you. The air fell out of your lungs and your stomach dropped when you stared at the sight of your reflection.

You were blonde. Blonde.

What in the name of god did you do? You were so sure you followed every instruction of the flipping tint box in lockstep- well, judging by the results, you obviously had made a mistake at some point, maybe even skipped one, but how catastrophic had it been that you ended up looking like a defective version of a Weasley that had awfully light shrimp coloured hair.

A trembling neigh-like sound left your mouth when you touched the ends of your hair. What were you supposed to do now? You didn't even have any dye left to apply another layer and asking the doctor for help was ruled out. He couldn't see you like this. Nobody could see you like this, for your dignity's sake.

This was all on you. You needed to think of something. Anything.

Hats, of course! The TARDIS must’ve a good stash of those, you knew you could find something in the never-ending wardrobe. That thing was three times bigger than your flat.

Well, problem solved. You were going to use a hat until your hair grew enough to cut it or until you stopped on earth again and got the chance to go to a proper hairdresser.

Good god, who were you kidding? This was a mess.

With shaky fingers, you fumble your way out the bathroom and dashed out of your room, in search for your only resource.

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"You won't believe what I found underneath the floor panel!" You heard the doctor's elated voice buzzing through your room before he could even fling your door wide open.

All you managed to convey was a muffled hum through your pillowed-smashed face. Too tired sulking the crime you made to your hair to turn around from your current position. Your limp body was sprawled all over the bed; arms and legs stretched at your sides with your face buried deep down the mattress.

Without waiting for a proper response, he roved across your room and resumed his explanation of his oh-so-great discover with a shit-eating grin.

You didn't need to see him to know the already too familiar gestures he was making. You could picture with the most minimal detail how his eyes would sparkle with wonder and how a contagious gleam dotted the signature boyish grin he always wore.

You smiled fondly.

You could still remember thoroughly the first time you saw him in all his glory, ranting about scientific stuff you could not understand and even though you had never seen the man before, the brightness on his eyes and the insatiable curiosity he radiated made you grin almost immediately.

You sat up slowly; grunting when you stretched your arms upwards. You moved your head from side to side, trying to stir yourself up completely awake.

"…So technically, it should be able to make the TARDIS' chameleon barrier unfroze. Well... the possibilities are thirteen out of a hundred, but I-" He stopped mid-sentence when he turned around and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed.

He tilted his head slightly to the side and a puzzled look crossed his face like he was trying to figure out what was out of place with you.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Thankfully, you had managed to find a Kangol black bucket hat. It was pretty simple; a small metal fuchsia arrow was stamped on the front and the brim was big enough to fit all of your hair inside. Still It was just not your style. Well, the other option was an animal print floppy one, the type that Lady gaga would wear. So, you had to settled with the e-girl-angsty-teen looking.

"That's new" His left eyebrow quirked curiously.

"What?" Good job; try playing dumb and maybe like that he won’t notice it.

"The hat, I- " he made a circular motion around his head "I don't think I've seen you wear one before"

"Oh, I um- wanted to try something different?" You stated but the wince in your voice made it sound more like a question.

“Right, yeah” he rushed "It's not like it doesn't suit you"

"Right" You fidgeted absent-minded with the hem of your sweatshirt, trying to think of something to break the awkwardness “So… you were saying?”

"Oh yes!" a playful glint overtaking his features “I think I found a way to repair the malfunction on the chameleon circuit and hopefully it will be better than that time I tried a block transfer computation. I was so close, well- not that close but at least I managed to build a part of the outer plasmic shell. Anyways, if we are lucky enough, we could stop travelling around looking like a 'blue box'" he raised his eyebrows, a devilish smile gracing his lips.

“Hold on, didn’t you say it was kind of unsafe?”

"Oh no, don’t worry! It’s danger-free… for the most part, well actually, it’s a 4 out of ten, maybe 5. But I’m sure the old girl can handle- "

A shrilling alarm started echoing through the TARDIS’ walls and you almost fell out of the bed when the floor started shaking uncontrollably. The doctor stumbled upon his own feet and with strained struggle and held out his hand to help you up.

"You were saying?" You muttered, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

With one hand locked onto the doctor's and the other extended to keep balance in the middle of the tremble, you managed to head out of your room. As soon as you stepped outside, you were greeted with red flashing lights going off all around the TARDIS.

"Careful" You heard the doctor called out, his voice barely perceivable. You had to double check to understand his next words "We need to get to the console"

Both of you tried the hardest to advance without falling or tripping over. The din of your footsteps lost in the middle of the shrieking noise. You could feel the vibration of the walls crawling to your brain and rumbling. The longer you spend running, the sharper the dizziness became.

You felt his hand clasp yours tighter when you decreased your speed; a warm feeling squeezed its way through your chest instantly. He looked down at you, a small reassuring smile on his lips; he was going to solve this.

When you finally reached the control room, the doctor leaped his way towards the console. A string of garbled mumbling fell under his breath, which you were more than certain you wouldn’t understand even if he spoke up. You saw him go around the panel, flicking switches and pressing buttons but it didn’t lessen a bit the state you were in.

You stood next to the entrance holding onto the railing for dear life. Maybe you should have been trying to do something useful, but quite frankly you had no clue as to what was going on. And even if you could have done something, there was no way of giving more than a few steps without falling.

After several confused exclamations and scrunched up faces from the doctor, he stumbled his way to the other side of the room and kneeled next to an opened floor tile. He plunged into what used to be a makeshift storage and with a newfound enthusiasm, you heard him shout. "Found it!"

He reappeared back on sight and held a small cassette-looking thing, his hair sticking up in a messier way than usual and a triumphant grin spreading on his features "The resetting format key should be able to stabilize us."

With a quick motion, he stood up but before he could head back towards the console to plug it in, an abrupt shook threw the both of you across the room. You saw the doctor’s figure fall hovering over a coral column next to the panel as you held tight on the railing stronger, attempting unsuccessfully to stand still.

Maybe if you hadn't been distracted watching how the doctor got up and toss his weird-looking key into one of the TARDIS’ inputs, you would have noticed how your apparently well-put-cap was now laying on the floor a few meters away from you. And maybe, if you hadn’t been so awestruck at how quickly the room returned to its normal state with golden cozy lights shining from the ceiling, you would have notice your now-bright blonde hair flowing behind your back without a care in the world.

"Right, so it looks like the TARDIS went into some sort of safe mode." He spoke a little out of breath, arms still hunched over the panel "but it's okay now. Apparently, it was a defense response, she thought it we were under a- "

He turned around slowly but stopped dead on tracks when his eyes landed on you, or more specifically- on your hair. His once furrowed eyebrows were now raised, almost touching his hairline and open awestruck eyes were looking at you like you were an unknown species. A breathtaking unknown species.

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Every part of his body was just not responding, it was like he had stopped functioning properly. His unblinking eyes were glued to your face and his agape mouth looked almost comical; you would have taken out your phone in that moment just to snap a picture if your brain hadn’t been dozing off at the reason for his reaction. Because what could possibly- Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You moved your gaze to the ground, eyes falling on the discarded hat near the entrance. You pursed your lips, thoughts running a mile per hour. When did it fell? Why weren’t you careful enough? This was the doctor’s fault. Yeah, all his fault. He had to come with his incredibly soft hair and that flipping sweet smile that made your toes curl up and your heartbeat race like there was no tomorrow. He had to come and distract you, oh and of course, bringing a mess along the way.

God! This was not helping.

“You- um, you are…blonde” Yeah, no shit, sherlock.

“I-…am I?” The breathy words rasping out, your mouth felt as dried as the Sahara and you were surprised a sound came out at all.

“You look-”

“I know” You close your eyes and shook your head, praying to whatever entity out there to swallow you up and throw you to the Bahamas “it wasn’t supposed-“

“I like it” he blurted out “I know you don’t need any sort of validation and I’m not trying to- what I-” He starting flapping his hands around in a cartoon-like gestures “you look stunning… truly stunning; not that you weren´t before. I mean, the colour really does suit you but I’ve always thought- blonde, not blonde, you’ve always been beautiful… Guess what I’m trying to say is that when you love someone, there’s really nothing that can make you look at them differently. Did you know that As’urs considered blonde people holy? Well they would if there were blonde people. Sorry, totally off topic, but they do. Everyone there is blue-haired. And there’s a lot of mystical myths and clergy influence involved but basically everything golden is sacred for them. If we go, they might even crown you as their queen.”

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. You could imagine the red alarms in his brain going off, trying to process what fell out of his mouth moments prior and desperately attempting to conjure something up but instead just causing a short circuit in the process. To be completely honest, you weren’t any better.

You felt your heart bumping up your throat and your skin grew hotter and hotter per second. You swore you could feel the maniac rhythm of your pulse piercing through your head and you were quite sure you looked like a pop-eyed toy from one of those claw machines at the funfair, with eyes nearly falling out of your skull.

Because he didn’t really say that, right? Your mind must’ve been playing some sick game with you. There was no way, he really-

“What?” It was all you managed to muster; your small voice barely hearable.

“Huh?” You saw the redness from his cheek expand through all the visible skin.

“What did you just say?”

“That As’urs would consider you a goddess?” He asked hesitant with a guilty expression.  

“No- before that”

“That the blonde hair looks good on you?”

“No! I-“ You took a small breath “Do you love me?”

You could sense the confidence returning to him like a tidal wave, a serious expression overtaking his features, but with a softness you couldn’t comprehend. “I always have”

Your legs seemed to move on their own, carrying you towards him. You stopped when your noses were almost touching and you could feel his hot ragged breath fall on your eyelashes. With hesitation, you placed your hands on his arms and looked up, letting yourself fall on those brown pools you have grown to love.

“Doctor…” you whispered

You had no idea what made you do it, but you moved your hands to his cheeks, and you kissed him. It was impulsive and stupid, and something you’d expect a sixteen-year-old girl do on her prom night. But you did it without a second thought. And for a moment you felt the doctor grow incredibly still, mouth unmoving and eyes wide open, until you placed your soothing fingers on the back of his neck, thumbs caressing and drawing invisibles circles on his sideburns.

And so, he gave in; firm hands grasping your hips and pressing you flush against him. His mouth spilling raw passion and his insides melting at the soft contact of your delicate lips. The tenderness on his touches and intensity of his lips drawing out all those words that didn’t need saying, because you knew. He was so sure you knew.

An involuntary whimper left your lips when he broke the kiss and intertwined his hands with yours. He brought your joined hands nearer and placed a light kiss to your knuckles.

“Did I mention I like your hair?” A husky laugh fell from your lips and your eyes sparkled when he gave you a soft smile that would be imprinted on your brain for the rest of your life.

When he looked at you with those old eyes that sung you stories in the most beautiful way imaginable and his swollen lips ghosted a smile you knew things were going to be better, with new adventures and new experiences awaiting on your door. And you had the whole time and space at your disposal to face it together.

author's note pt.2: OK that was a lot, honestly the ending got sloppy and there’s probably a lot of bad editing, but I invented a whole new alien species, so hey! kudos for that I guess. anyway, i hope you like it! and as always, feedback would be really appreciated, a comment or a like would mean the world to me! like my description says, requests are open! but It would probably take ages for me to finish it, so please patience. right now I have some more doctor who drafts and also some marvel ones!

-love, rina xx

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DuckTales 2017 - “Treasure of the Found Lamp!”

Story by: Francisco Angones, Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow

Written by: Christian Magalhaes

Storyboard by: Jean-Sebastien Duclos, Mike Morris, Sam King

Directed by: Jason Zurek

Part 1 of the big catch-up!

This episode's title is going to bring our hopes up a lot, since it's an outright reference to Treasure of the Lost Lamp, the movie for the original DuckTales. I am sorry to admit, I did not watch that movie. I will defend myself by saying that most of this cartoon's target audience is not familiar with it, either.

With that aside, let's see what this reboot does with a certain character from that movie, as the episode starts out with him.

We see this cloaked man making a long trek, traveling through a desert via a motorcycle, sneaking into a boat, and jumping across trees. It's a pretty powerful opening, I'm not going to lie, these are some pretty dynamic scenes, and a great introduction to this character.

It turns out that this stranger was heading towards the McDuck Manor, as he reveals himself to a red hat/sleeping cap hybrid wearing boy brushing his teeth. I did learn two things: ducks do have serrations on their bills that happen to look like teeth, and Googling "duck teeth" is not recommended. Huey is so used to this, that he immediately calls for Uncle Scrooge to ask what his visitor wants. Cue the theme song.

The next morning, they all gather together for this intruder to introduce himself. This is the reboot's version of Dijon, or Faris Djinn as he's called here. From what I've heard, not only does he has a very different personality and morality from the original, he's not even the original character in-name-only. Let's just say he never loses his pants in this one. He did lose one thing, though.

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TThe main point of him being here is that he was sworn to protect the Lamp of the First Genie, a clear reference to the titular lamp from the old movie, and he needs to find it. The major difference is this journey to get the lamp was already done, as Scrooge found the lamp and placed it somewhere in his manor. That's why this episode is called Treasure of the Found Lamp, after all.

We see Louie and Scrooge trying to find it somewhere deep in the garage. Louie does manage to find a chest filled with a bunch of lamps, including the Ferryman's Flame, a lamp that acts as a portal to the land of the dead. Unlike most of the items he has found, Scrooge found nothing supernatural about the lamp, and saw it as a mere "cheap bobble". Djinn seems to disagree throughout the episode, which does add some intrigue to the object of the week.

Once Scrooge gives a description, Louie at least recognizes what it could be. That's the good news, and the bad news can be read right from his worried facial expression. They decide to tell Djinn at least the partial truth: they lost the lamp.

Yeah, that was not what he wanted to hear, as he starts to slash through the house, saying he'll raise this home for it, brick by brick! I love this guy's dramatic flair, and I won't be alone even in-universe. Left with no choice, Scrooge and the kids decide to come up with a story he would accept. In short: it must have been stolen by the Greek gods! It's clear they're making this up on the fly...

...but Djinn buys it completely, and, not phased by the aspect of having to travel all the way to Ithaquack to get it, begins the great fake quest for the Lamp. The real quest will be put on the triplets, because Scrooge reveals to them and the viewers that Louie told him he sold it.

While he's away at Ithaquack, the triplets are tasked to do the actual quest for the lamp, which won't nearly be as fantastic. It's like this mystery, where people have these alibis of what happened, and the first stop is Louie.

Louie decided to take the lamp, because Scrooge didn't care about lamps without genies or portals to the dead in them, and decided to sell it at a garage sale. About a few minutes into this garage sale, he gets bored, so he decided to give the job to Duckworth. I would think having a ghost would scare away many potential customers, but that's Louie for you. Huey scolds him for being so lazy, while Dewey makes this prose about having to confront the soul without a soul. He's desperate to find a role in this episode, and trying to act like Djinn is not a bad one.

If only there was some mystical item that can guide them through it, like a flame of some sort. Louie might have an idea about one, and I'm glad to see it wasn't just some random gag that didn't really have a joke.

They make it to Ithaquack, and Webby guides them. Djinn seems to take all of this seriously, as if this kid knows all the secrets. Well, she mostly does, but he wouldn't know that. To him, the Ifrit’s Dawn is coming, and if he doesn't have the lamp, the consequences will be dire. Mostly in his words, he has this dramatic flair throughout the episode.

One major aspect of this episode is that there's a few returning characters in this, including Selene, the Goddess of the Moon, who decided to take the job as an actress for this charade. She had a big deadly temple, and she had to use it. She's not the only one, either.

Turns out, Charybdis is happy to play a part in this charade, too. You know, the big monster that turned out to be a nice person once people don't want the sword he was guarding. He's not a good actor, as he constantly has to ask for his lines from Webby. Eventually, this leads to Djinn, unphased by his poor acting but phased by his stalling, desperately slashing at this monster, while the monster complains that this wasn't a part of the script. Selene doesn't seem to be good at improv, either, seems to be a thing with the residents here.

While Scrooge, Webby, and anyone they can coax into this elaborate stalling can deal with Djinn, the triplets use their plan to get Duckworth to tell them his side of the story: use that Ferryman's Flame from a few scenes ago! See, there was a point to showing that. After accidentally unleashing a dragon, mostly so there would be some sort of tease before the commercial break, Duckworth appears.

Duckworth: (in his demon form) How dare you interrupt my long overdue vacation!

However, he does regain his composure and his usual form once they ask about the lamp. He tells his story.

He says this fellow bought it, with a $20 bill that managed to land right in his empty wallet right when he opened it. Even the triplets know only one guy has that much luck.

Gladstone Gander has been lucky enough, yeah, I had to say that, to be in a few cameo appearances, but this is the first time he gets more than that since his first episode. It wasn't like he was a likable character, intentionally so, but it's neat to see him back.

One of the best bits is when he offers the kids all of the valuables he accidentally came across, like winning lottery tickets, and a bunch of diamonds he found in a bag of ice, and Louie tells him there's no time for such things...as he pockets some of the diamonds.

He traded it to some rich kid with a treehouse with really, really sticky fingers. The triplets realize in fear of the only person that could possibly fit that description.

So yeah, the triplets parts can pretty much be summed up like this: the character does one gag, the triplets get their next big hint, go to the next location, repeat. It's more mundane than the other part, but it's not not nearly as interesting since everyone just gives them the information without much trouble.

Speaking of the other part, as Djinn got past the monster, Webby has moved on to the Appendix B of her great quest: the riddle of the Minotaur! Scrooge and Selene have to team up for this one, doing the classic "two people in the same suit" gag. They come up with a riddle so hard, Djinn couldn't possibly come up with the answer.

I am more powerful than the gods

more evil than the demons

the poor have me

the rich need me

and if you eat me, you shall die.

He may be naive enough to believe this is a minotaur and not a Halloween costume, but he proves almost immediately after being told this riddle that he's smart enough to know the answer to that one. I wouldn't want to spoil the answer to this riddle, so I'm saying nothing.

...

Aw, phooie.

I will say this episode does a decent job at balancing these two plots, though in different ways. There's more comedy in Djinn's parts, while the triplets just deal with...Doofus Drake. If one doesn't know, they completely changed Doofus's character to this weird spoiled and sheltered kid nobody wants to hang around with. He's not a pleasant character, needless to say, and their reactions to having to go to Doofus Drake's house give people who didn't watch his debut episode an idea of that.

Once we see him, he outright proves that idea, as he forces the boys to watch his hour-long Theremin performance, while his parents are forced to dance to it. It takes him a while to realize what they mean by "lamp", because he knew it syrup boat. Thankfully without any attempt to kidnap the boys to be his one true friend, he reveals that he threw it away, because his father's hands worked better. The context will not help you.

On the plus side, the triplets now have a good answer for Scrooge McDuck, because they know it must be at the junkyard, the home of the Beagle Boys. Well, okay, it usually goes to a landfill, but we do see a Beagle Boy on the truck, so it could be just a good assumption. It's a good thing they got to this, because his quiz is starting to run on Djinn's patience. It probably doesn't help that he's using a joke book now. It’s too bad we don’t hear how he solves those "riddles". "The chicken wanted to get to the other side, of course!"

Selene tells Djinn, reading from a card Scrooge gave her, that Ma Beagle stole it, and they have to go all the way back to Duckworth. It's funny how the Goddess of the Moon is relegated to poorly acting how the lamp was stolen while he was busy with the minotaur. After so many questions from a "Minotaur" who was definitely not stalling him, this poor acting, and how this "Ma Beagle" was able to sneak past him, does he buy it?

Short answer: yes, he does. Maybe he doesn't suspect a thing, or maybe the importance of getting the lamp outweighed everything else. One can interpret that in any way, really, though the former seems a little more likely.

They come up to the landfill/junkyard where the Beagle Boys live. As soon as Ma Beagle hears that this lamp is called the Lamp of the First Genie, her interest gets piqued immediately. She wants better kids, much to the chagrin of the Boys.

Djinn finds out that the lamp was discarded in the trash, and it is here that Djinn finally makes the connection that maybe that whole quest was just a diversion. He asks Scrooge if it was true, and Louie admits that it was, and that Scrooge tells him nothing.

Oh no, it's one of those Liar Revealed scenes. Got to prepare for that five minutes of moping, and then Djinn realizes, hey, the journey might have been bunk, but getting the lamp is more important.

Djinn: For the lamp!

(Djinn jumps down and attacks a Beagle Boy)

Okay, never mind, he thankfully skips to the end of that. He really wants that lamp, or dire consequences will happen! No time for moping!

A fight scene ensues between Djinn, Scrooge, and the Beagle Boys, including Big Time and Bouncer Beagle making appearances. It would have been cool to see the Tuggle Bums or the Black Arts Beagle, but sadly, there's just the generic red shirts. I don't believe I saw Burger either, maybe they couldn't find something for him to do.

Hmm, a lamp on top of a pile that looks like the hill Scrooge and Glomgold climbed up in the original's intro. One can easily guess where that is going, and that's not a bad aspect at all. Who manages to take the lamp? Is the lamp really supernatural? You’re just going to have to watch the episode for yourself. It did feel like a giant cop-out at first, but an explanation did make it a lot better.

How does it stack up?

I found this episode entertaining. Both plots led to interesting places and characters that were nice to see again, there's a lot of jokes I left out of this review that are pretty funny, and Djinn is a pretty good character with a bit of potential. I wouldn't wish for anything better.

Next, we see another character that hasn't been seen in a while.

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