#bam space adventure

[turtleblogatlast]

People sleep on Leo’s ability to predict his family’s behaviors so in light of this consider him betting Donnie that Donnie can’t do something knowing full well that he could, simply because he’s bored and knows Donnie will get it done immediately out of pure spite and a need to prove Leo wrong.

He makes the bets with money he already won from Donnie previously but he’ll never admit to it, it’s too funny to.

#not au #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #like especially for all the fun alternate versions meeting fics like #as funny as it is for Leo to be losing the bet used to kickstart most crossovers #I think it’s even funnier if Leo was just bored and wanted to see if alternates would liven things up #I always figured it’d make more sense considering he canonically wins bets against Donnie and also he’s well aware of the multiverse #not just bc of that one ep with the photos but it was a big plot point for the movie too! #so yeah I went on a bit of a tangent about just one type of bet but 100 leo does it for other stuff too #he’d be like #‘damn can’t believe the world is flat :/‘ #Donnie: what- #bam space adventure #listen I just love him being a lillllll manipulative is all lmao #my first real post in months and it’s this lol

[stubz]

Pollix lazed on the beanbag in the reading area. The passing sun shining just so perfectly on the young tighalax. He rolled onto his stomach and kneaded the carpet below when he spotted something or rather someone.

Nova. The ship Captain's daughter and fellow tighalax is currently stalking something.

'It's like watching a newborn cub walking for the first time. She'd be the runt of any tighalax pack in the galaxy.'

Pollix really had nothing against the smaller cub but he just couldn't help himself from teasing and poking fun at her every now and then.

'She's 6 moons older than me but half my size! She's like one of those stuffies we have in the toy bin.' he giggled to himself.

Intrigued by what she was doing he looks to see what her target is.

His ears perk as does his posture.

Kim. One of their human caretakers/teachers. Currently cleaning up some blocks on the ground. Completely unaware of the small feline-like creature.

She pounces. The prey is caught. Sent tumbling to it's side, shrieking with laughter.

A successful hunt shrieks Athea also watching the "hunt".

'A successful hunt? Pfft, I get that they're comrades but how could Athea call that a hunt?' for Nova's hunt was something to be expected of when one was a fresh cub. To celebrate a hunt like this when you were 7 summers old? Unheard of.

But runts do take longer since they're often too weak for some summers to do this type of thing, he concluded.

Still, at their age they should be hunting prey that's much bigger than Kim. Something around Max's size.

"Pollix! I caught Kim, did you see?"

"I saw...you were very quiet. But remember to use what's around you. Like you could have hide behind the bookshelf to get even closer."

"Oh. That's so smart! Thanks Pollix, I'm going to practice on Kim again."

"Mmmm." he curled back onto the bean bag.

"Not impressed?"

"Your blocking the sun Athea," he whined looking up at the orc. "But no not really. I mean Kim is strong I guess but she's a human."

"What. Humans are strong, sometimes stronger than other apex species like us." Pollix scoffs

"Yeah but I knocked her down like a million times when we wrestled! So Nova's probably going to be able to knock her over at least once, or maybe Kim just let her." he finished as an afterthought.

"...Okay so maybe she let Nova knock her over but what if she also let you knock her over?"

<If there's one thing many know about Tighalaxes it's that they are very prideful of their hunts and wins. And to diminish said hunts and wins is to question their skills as a hunter. The fastest and easiest way to tick them off>

The cub puffs his fur and flicks his tail around angrily.

"Nu-uh."

"Yu-huh."

"No. I knocked her over because I'm stronger than her!"

"And so did Nova. So I guess Nova is also strong." she stares at him.

<Now for Orcs, what they're known for is their undying loyalty. Should you belittle or badmouth an Orc's friend within earshot of them be prepared for an argument or a swift blow to the face. Depends on the situation>

The young orc straightens to her full height while keeping her gaze with the tighalax cub. Who in return get's up and rises to his full height as well.

Standing at 5 feet tall both are easily larger than most other youngling species their age. Only 5 inches shy of their teacher Kim.

Only at the age 6.

"Why don't you try to tackle her?"

Startled they stop sizing each other up and turn to the human who managed sneak up on them.

Jasper. A human child their age. Almost a foot smaller than them.

"I do it all the time. It's fun and I get to see how strong I am by how much I can make Kim move!" he exclaims, "One time I managed to make her take a step."

"That could work."

"Huh?"

"If you can tackle Kim then I'll apologize and take it back. If you can't then that means that Nova is strong too."

"Alright. But I'm doing it the proper way. Not when she's crouched down. That'd be too easy."

"Whatever."

..

'A real hunter should rely on their strength and instincts. Not just hiding and sneak attacks.'

He stalks towards Kim who's standing in the middle of the room doing a head count.

He picks up the pace. Her back is still to him.

He's broken into a run now. Normally he should wait till he's closer but he's just trying to tackle her so it's fine. She hears him.

He's at full speed and mere seconds away. Athea will be saying sorry to him very soon. She turns sideways and widens her feet.

He lunges. She's smiling.

To Athea and everyone else watching it was like watching a bouncy ball hit a wall. The cub made impact only to bounce off the human onto the floor.

"OH SHOOT!" Kim picks him and sets him on his back paws. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't think you'd bounce like that."

"..." could she always pick him up that easily?

"You look okay, Pollix are you hurt anywhere?" he shakes his head.

"Well that's good. Sorry about that buddy," she chuckles. "I thought since your a lot bigger than Jasper and Nova that you'd be fine. Here, let me go get you a starburst for the great effort."

"Wow Pollix! You made her actually get ready for it. I never did that. You really are strong." exclaims Nova. Eyes sparkling with awe.

"I, I just bounced off her. Like a bug."

"Yep." Athea pats her friend on the shoulder.

"...Nova you did a great job with your hunt. It was awesome."

"Aw, thanks Pol."

"I wonder if I could tackle her? I am heavier than you."

"Yeah you are pretty fat."

"Fat so I can crush you."

"You two are weird friends." sighs Nova.

#a kid at work likes to try and tackle me and is happy that my ankle is healed cause now she can tackle me again #but a couple of months ago she came to tackle me and I decided to actually brace for impact #wide stance shoulders braced #she comes zooming in #BAM #bounces off me #we had a laugh about it #the adventures of kim and max running a space child care centre #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities

[ecoamerica]

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[dammit-stark]

to whomever it may concern: this is your sign to write star wars slice of life fics.

late night space convenience mart trips, waiting in line for hours at the space dmv only to get told you forgot a very important spaceship license registration form, space telemarketers and spam holos blowing up one’s holodisk, stopping at a space rest stop on an intergalactic road trip to get vending machine caf and a breakfast sandwich. space department store shoe shopping, or relatedly, space food courts in space malls. need i go on?

#newly obsessed with the idea of space badogas okay #and I’m obsessed with fantasy bureaucracy concepts yknow what I mean #like there’s all this chaos and fantasy scifi adventure happening sure but somebody has to file taxes for the rebellion #being a Star Wars fan is taking a normal thing and putting the word space in front of it #and BAM Star Wars-core #Star wars #Star wars fic #dinluke #obikin #finnpoe

[bluespiritshonour]

You know what would make for a great story? Sokka demanding that Zuko find his space sword (I have personal bias in favour that dark blade mmrrrr, sexy, yeah I'm thirsting over a blade)

Because... Zuko's really good at finding things. He found Aang. The Gaang had been looking for Appa for days—but Zuko found him the day he started looking. He found his mum. He's meant to find things.

And Sokka just bam slam bursts in one day and says “hurry up! We're gonna find my sword. You owe me that much!”

And they go on a nice (or not so nice) little adventure.

#sokka #zuko #atla #avatar the last airbender #shadow blabbers #should i tag it zukka? #well #zukka #if you want🤩😍

[sebscore]

DRIVER X TGD HEADCANONS | MICK VER.

pairing: mick schumacher x driver!reader

author's note: the first headcanons post is here :) had fun writing this one, cause mick is such a sweetheart.

headcanons masterlist

• • • • • • •

:: They met in their early karting days so the two have known each other for a long time. 

:: Mick used his mother's last name for karting competitions and because of that Y/N didn't know he was Michael Schumacher’s son for several months. 

:: Y/N used to get alienated by her peers a lot, because she was the only girl. Mick was hesitant on being friends with other people, because of who he was. 

:: Corina saw the young girl sitting alone at a certain race and urged Mick to talk to her. 

:: BAM! instant besties. 

:: Many people around them thought they were a couple, but no- just a couple of best friends. 

:: Sebastian still has hope they will eventually get together, though (Hanna and Seb's kids are the biggest Mick x Y/N shippers). 

:: The older he got, the more introverted Mick became. Meanwhile the older Y/N got, the more extroverted she became. 

:: They provide a certain safe space for each other to be themselves without feeling any kind of judgement from the other. 

:: Y/N defended Mick each time a journalist or Steiner suggested Mick should be replaced at Haas, saying he wasn't being treated well and deserves a lot better. 

:: Mick does the same for her. He's much like Lewis and Sebastian; defending her even when she's obviously in the wrong (which she barely is, btw). 

:: They were at Prema Racing together, but in different series. 

:: They have matching bracelets that they bought in Austin. 

:: She is Angie's unofficial godmother. 

:: orange cat x golden retriever duo :)

:: Overall, they're one of the fan favourite friendships on the grid despite mick not being in F1 this year as a driver.

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#f1 fic #f1 fics #f1 x reader #formula 1 fic #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher #f1 imagines #f1 x you #f1 x oc #f1 headcanons

[the-redhead-in-a-dress]

Random things I want in SNW Se3

Diplomatic Function with shenanigans

Una and Pike centered episode. Potentially being kidnapped à la T'Pol and Archer in Shadows of P'Jem. Maybe even throw in some flashbacks to Una and Pikes' early career/first meeting etc. Or just go with that and have the entire episode just be baby Ensigns Chin-Riley and Pike on an adventure...shenanigans ensured.

An actual conversation between Una and Chris recognizing the hardship of her having had to hide her true self for so long but not having to do so anymore

Una facing discrimination from others in SF/Federation...some recognition at least that her plight didn't end just by her being granted asylum. Chris going bezerk over this.

An Una and Illyrians centered episode. Maybe even her finally getting to contact her parents again, maybe an episode where she gets to actually see them/go back home. Maybe just an episode akin to The Illyrian Enigma (comic) where the Enterprise meets other Illyrians in space.

Una out of uniform!!! Anything will do, but please let the woman relax without the SF dress code! Preferably tie this in with the diplomatic function and have her in a fancy ball gown (please!)

Reconciliation/At least addressing the tension now between Admiral April and Una/Chris, given April's less than kind words at her trial!

Captain dinner!

Post-dinner Pike and Una discussing the crew/missions maybe even having a drink or two

Crew night off, some karaoke, a movie or something, maybe some dancing on or off the Enterprise

Spock & Una friendship episode...maybe they get stuck on a planet and have to figure things out together. Anything that really centers their friendship/mentoring relationship with one another. Maybe Spock can confide in Una his relationship issues etc. Maybe Una can admit she has little experience with relationships because she's always pushed people away for fear they'll get too close. Spock notes that she's never pushed Chris away. They'll be heavy implications, she'll go to respond and maybe Chris interrupts over comms and bam they're rescued...implications still heavy in the air.

Girls night!!!! La'an, Uhura, Erica, Christine, Una....give me the girl love here!!

Things I'd rather not have

Captain Batel/Chris' romantic entanglements generally

Kirk...please this is not a TOS prequel...get you're own reboot

#Star trek snw #star trek strange new worlds #st snw season 3 #I think my love for Una is biasing me here #my PikeUna is showing too #una chin riley #christopher pike

[my-favourite-zhent]

THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS

Tagged by @commander-krios and @tellmeallaboutit ❤️❤️❤️ Tagging: @fistfuloftarenths @dustdeepsea @thisaccountisagainstmywill

Last book I read: Hmm this is tough as I mostly just listen to podcasts nowadays. It might have been:

Lovecraft's Monsters which is an anthology of what is essentially Lovecraft Fanfiction by famous authors such as Gaiman and King.

Either that or getting like part of the way into the start of The Lies of Locke Lamora and not really vibing with it.

Greatest Literary Inspiration:

Hmmm, maybe Salvatore and Sapowski in terms of world building and action? Possibly Stephen King in terms of characterization. I'm not really good at analyzing my own writing.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: I really enjoy reading Zevlor fics but I don't ever see myself being in the head space to write one.

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me:

To be honest I thought Rugan and the Gates Crew Zhentarim were gonna be this but we've got a group of something like 10-12 fanatics now so I guess that wasn't the case! (Also we keep tricking each other into new microblorbos, looking at you @captainsigge with Edvige!)

You can recognise my writing by:

Oh no I just said I'm bad at this part. Ah I guess heavy lore research? Funny (I hope) dialogue? Complete inability to write drama and inclusion of a lot of smut.

My most controversial take (current fandom): I don't like narratives in 2nd person generally. Maybe I'm just old but I tend to associate them with the choose your own adventure books of my youth (RL Stine and that one space vampire book).

Yeah that's the one. To me 1st person and 3rd person feel more like proper literature, but I hear 1st person is out of vogue with the youths (I'm old okay).

Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut):

Maybe a 3-4? I've got a few ideas brewing but I'm not in the manic phrase like at the start of New Tricks. I need to let things simmer a little bit first.

Top three favourite tropes:

You know I used to be a TV Tropes addict and I cannot for the life of me remember a single one now. I do love Trope subversion in general a la Community or Rick and Morty. Setting up peoples expectations for one thing and then bam gotcha! However it can't just be random, there needs to be proper foreshadowing.

Maybe deadpan snarker, silk hiding steel and enemies to lovers?

Share a random frustration:

Ehhhhhhhhhh, is this fanfiction specific? I guess egregious anachronisms is my biggest pet peeve.

#tag game #bg3 fanfiction #forgotten realms fanfiction #writing

[companion-showdown]

Who is your favourite companion?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

propaganda under the cut

Compassion

Imagine this you are a Remote who is very happy being a space time anarchist punk thank you very much. Hanging out with their pal Kode and then suddenly in comes this British Twink talks your pal in to committing suicide so they can get their boyfriend back and then unplugs you from your culture and plugs you in to their Time Machine so you have to start travelling with these people who you hate. And this time travelling Brit keeps trying to stop you being Aromantic. Then suddenly bam you get turned into a TARDIS and now British Twink’s ex best friend turned Genocidal Dictator (who looks like she is from the 1920’s) try’s to turn you into a breeding slave to make more TARDIS’s from the war that is yet to happen for them but you have already experienced. So the Twink makes takes away your autonomy and ability to control where you land in a brutal and unconsensual act of needless cruelty and cowardice because they think they know how to look after you better than you a space time anarchist punk from the future so. Oh and they also seal of your primary means of defending your self from War Queen Romana who wants to make You a breeding slave. Eventually you break their conditioning and kidnap an unwilling time lord saving them from the destruction of their home before/after the war you came from. Now you have fun times and occasionally visit the war. Then you get board and become all of humanities afterlife and make everyone immortal after they die. Also you are the 5 A’s Aromantic, Asexual, Agender, Autistic, Anarchist. (anonymous)

Mind-links with the TARDIS and becomes a TARDIS herself. Travels with a human companion of her own and becomes a key player in the War. Later turns herself into the City of the Saved, an afterlife for all humans in the universe. What more can you ask for? (anonymous)

repressed bisexual from the sixties who's in love with the Doctor (anonymous)

Roz Forrester (joint propaganda with Chris Cwej)

Even though I never really followed the New Adventures books (so am probably not the best person to speak up for them) I've come to love these companions and their dynamics with Seven just from the three novel adaptation audios and the boxset of four new stories with them. Two 30th Century Adjudicators (basically military police) who end up leaving their job and journeying with the Doctor instead. They're pretty much polar opposites to each other but work together well and are both competent and likable. The actors both do a great job of bringing them to life and despite how little they've been used by the audios I think they've made a great impression with their limited time. I certainly hope we'll be hearing more from them beyond the one announced boxset where they're appearing with all of Seven's other companions. (@seven-times-champion /@elden-12 )

#showdown 2k24: round 3

[gcthvile]

Mazikeen Bennett

Name: Mazikeen "Maze" Bennett

Age: 17

Height: 175

Sexuality: lesbian

Face claim: Emmy Myers

Mazikeen Bennett, the queen of sarcasm, navigating the drama of teenage life in suburbia. She had the whole clumsy-but-charming routine down pat, with parents who were supportive but perpetually perplexed by their quirky daughter.

Academically, she was on point, but her mind was always in the stars. Science fiction was her jam, and daydreaming about escaping the ordinary was her favorite pastime.

Then, in a twist of fate straight out of a movie, Mazikeen stumbled upon something bizarre in an old warehouse. Little did she know, it triggered a cosmic ripple effect that caught the attention of the Tenth Doctor. Imagine his surprise finding this sarcastic, accidentally adventurous teenager at the heart of it all.

Cue the TARDIS entrance and an invite for Mazikeen to join the Doctor on a rollercoaster of time and space. Suddenly, her life went from ordinary to extraordinary, with each Doctor bringing new quirks, challenges, and mind-bending adventures. Mazikeen became the unexpected hero of her own sci-fi saga.

Mazikeen is a vibrant girl with a personality that's a delightful mix of quirks and charm. She is the queen of sarcasm. Her quick wit and sharp tongue add a humorous edge to even the most challenging situations. She's the master of playful banter, making her a perfect companion for the Doctor's eccentric adventures.

Despite her intelligence, Mazikeen has a knack for finding herself in confusing situations. Her clumsy tendencies often lead to unexpected escapades, turning mishaps into memorable moments. It's not unusual for her to stumble into trouble, quite literally.

Mazikeen's awkward charm endears her to those around her. Her genuine and unfiltered reactions create an authentic and relatable character. She navigates social situations with a mix of awkwardness and endearing sincerity.

Beneath the sarcasm and clumsiness lies a fiercely protective nature. Mazikeen cares deeply for the Doctor and anyone else she considers part of her cosmic family. She won't hesitate to step up and defend her friends against whatever time and space throw their way.

Mazikeen's curiosity about the universe and her adventurous spirit make her an ideal companion for the Doctor. She embraces the unknown with enthusiasm, finding joy in exploring the wonders of time and space.

Relationships with each of the Doctors.

10th Doctor:

So, Mazikeen kicks things off with the Tenth Doctor. Picture it like the cool mentor and the sarcastic sidekick having a blast in the TARDIS. They clicked right away, turning every adventure into a mix of wisdom and accidental fun.

11th Doctor:

Then bam, regeneration hits, and now it's the Eleventh Doctor with his bowties and quirks. Mazikeen just rolls with it, adding her own sarcasm to the mix. Think of them as the dynamic duo of time-traveling banter and unexpected escapades.

12th Doctor:

The Twelfth Doctor comes in, a bit more serious, but Mazikeen's quick wit keeps things interesting. It's like a blend of gruffness and charm, tackling time's craziness together.

13th Doctor:

Finally, the Thirteenth Doctor brings in a fresh dose of wonder and optimism. Mazikeen's adventurous spirit syncs perfectly with the Doctor's enthusiasm. They become this awesome duo exploring the universe and having a blast.

A gift from the Doctor

The Doctor, later on gave Mazikeen a little gadget as a gift, a pocket-sized translator. That thing was a game-changer in their space adventures. Picture this tiny device – it's like Mazikeen's secret weapon.

This translator was like magic. It could decipher all those weird alien languages. So, Mazikeen went from "What are you saying?" to chatting it up with all kinds of extraterrestrial beings. It made communication a breeze, and suddenly, the whole universe was her conversational playground. But it wasn't just about words. This gizmo turned Mazikeen into a cultural ambassador. She'd help aliens understand each other, turning potential clashes into interstellar friendships. It was like the ultimate icebreaker, breaking down barriers and fostering unity.

Oh, and let's not forget the laughs. The translator had a mind of its own, sometimes spitting out translations that were downright hilarious. It brought comic relief to their adventures, turning tense moments into shared laughs between Mazikeen and the Doctor.

That little gadget wasn't just a tool; it was a symbol of trust and partnership. The Doctor handing it over was like saying, "Hey, you're a crucial part of this cosmic team." It became a bond between them, reinforcing Mazikeen's role as more than just a companion – she was family.

Relationships with the other companions

Mazikeen was also known to some of the Doctor's other companions, like Rose Tyler, Captain Jack Harkness, Amy and Rory Pond, River Song and Clara Oswald.

Rose Tyler:

Rose was like the big sister Mazikeen never knew she needed. They swapped stories, cracked jokes, and faced alien weirdness together. Rose's kindness mixed with Mazikeen's sarcasm made for a dynamic duo that brought a cozy family vibe to the TARDIS.

Captain Jack Harkness:

Oh, Captain Jack and Mazikeen – talk about banter! Jack teased her about clumsy moves, and she dished out eye-rolling comebacks. Despite the teasing, there was a mentor vibe, with Jack sharing his timeless wisdom.

Amy and Rory Pond:

Enter the Ponds – Amy, the adventurous soul, clicked instantly with Mazikeen. They shared wild stories and found humor in the chaos. Rory, the protective older brother type, couldn't help but keep an eye out for the clumsy one. The three of them turned the TARDIS into a quirky family hangout.

River Song:

River's mysterious aura intrigued Mazikeen. They had girl talks about timey-wimey love stuff, and Mazikeen was fascinated by River's complex connection with the Doctor. There was a bond formed over shared laughter and a love for unraveling the mysteries of time.

Clara Oswald:

Clara and Mazikeen hit it off like partners in crime. Clara's curiosity blended with Mazikeen's wit, creating a dynamic duo full of energy. They faced the wildness of time and space with a mix of enthusiasm and humor. Clara's guidance helped Mazikeen navigate the crazy ride of being a companion.

Hobbies

Given Mazikeen's adventurous life with the Doctor, her hobbies are as diverse and unique as the cosmic landscapes they explored.

Mazikeen had a penchant for documenting her adventures. Whether through witty prose or doodles in a journal, capturing the craziness of time and space was a therapeutic hobby for her.

With that handy pocket-sized translator, Mazikeen developed a fascination for alien languages. She'd spend her downtime picking up phrases from different species, turning it into a quirky linguistic hobby.

Armed with a sonic screwdriver and a keen eye, Mazikeen would take up space photography. Capturing breathtaking vistas on alien planets or snapping candid shots of the Doctor mid-adventure was her way of preserving memories.

Mazikeen also enjoyed creating virtual adventures or reliving iconic moments from Earth's history. It was her way of adding a touch of normalcy to their otherwise extraordinary life.

Given her quick wit, Mazikeen also enjoyed solving time-related puzzles. She'd have a collection of mind-bending paradoxes or riddles that she tackled during moments of downtime, adding a mental challenge to her life on the TARDIS.

Traveling through time and space introduced Mazikeen to a multitude of tea varieties. She developed a love for exploring different cultures through their tea rituals, collecting unique blends from each era and civilization.

A foodie at heart, Mazikeen experimented with cooking alien dishes using ingredients collected during their travels. It was a way for her to connect with the diverse cultures they encounter.

If the TARDIS is equipped with a vast library, Mazikeen would also indulge in reading various works from across the universe. She would even have her own interstellar book club with fellow companions.

Conclusion:

And so, Mazikeen's wild ride through time and space comes to a crossroads. The TARDIS humming in the background, a bunch of quirky friends, and Mazikeen standing there, faced with the big decision – to keep exploring the universe or find a cozy spot to kick back.

With a heart full of memories, laughter, and maybe a bit of chaos, Mazikeen's journey feels like a movie with an epic soundtrack. Whether she decides to stick around on Earth or hitch another ride in the TARDIS, the adventures keep going.

So, it's not really a conclusion; it's more like a cosmic cliffhanger. Mazikeen, with her sarcastic charm and protective instincts, leaves an everlasting mark on the Doctor's timeline and the vastness of space. The TARDIS doors are open, and the possibilities are as infinite as the stars.

hope you like her! my first ever doctor who oc🥰

@missstrawbs2001 @jackiequick @blueboirick @mallowbee4 @meiramel

#oc post #oc rp #oc rpg #oc introduction #doctor who rp #doctor who #doctor who oc

[moon-reviews-skylanders]

Trigger Happy

Trigger Happy is a tech core from Spyro’s Adventure. His primary attack is to shoot coins from the two guns he holds, and his secondary attack is to throw a pot of gold in front of him. His tertiary is to summon a golden machine gun that shoots golden bullets. His upgrade paths enhance his golden guns (top), and his pot of gold (bottom). I took mine down the pot of gold path, because it turns a simple mid-range toss to a more area-of-effect attack, which is needed due to the nature of his other abilities. Trigger Happy is one of the truest longrangers I've ever seen; I've had to run away from enemies multiple times to find enough space for his abilities to be effective. That said, he's very fun. Unlike most skylanders, where you have to perform a specific action to get them to speak, (opening a gate, winning a battle, opening a chest, suchlike), Trigger Happy will laugh and chatter for no reason other that that it is fun. He's a horrible, loud, little gremlin, and I can see why he's so loved. Overall: 8/10, Trigger Happy is a solid longranger.

If you want to play as a similar skylander, Trigger Happy is similar to Star Strike (of Swap Force)

If you want to play co-op, Trigger Happy would be fantastic support for a true shortranger, like Bash or Slam Bam (both of Spyro's Adventure)

also, @autisticreigen

(if you want to be mentioned when i put out a review for your favorite skylander, just ask or message me)

#skylanders #ssa skylanders #core skylanders #tech skylanders #trigger happy #reviews #8/10

[hhawque]

Ahhh boy! I’m usually not a text post girlie but this Doctor Who special has grabbed me and forcibly yanked me out of seclusion lmao

I have some thoughts about bi-generation. I’ve enjoyed reading other people’s takes, so here’s mine. Fair warning: it’s a bit critical, so if you enjoy the plot point and don’t want to read criticism, keep scrolling! I’m genuinely glad you’re happy :)

Thoughts below the cut:

So, first things first: I totally understand why they did this. Since the Disney deal, it’s no secret that the executives want to revamp the show and bring it to a wider audience. They’re even calling what would be season 14 “season one,” marking a reboot similar to 2005. But “character with millennia of trauma and extreme repression” isn’t exactly a Disney-friendly mascot for this new era.

Basically, I think the writers backed themselves into a corner. Starting off with the Time War, the Doctor’s traumas and repression have increasingly become a key part of their character in the NuWho era. But that doesn’t fit with the new vision. They had to fix this somehow.

Hence, bi-generation: one Doctor processes the trauma, while the next one goes off to continue the adventure.

From a new branding perspective, this makes perfect sense. But from a writing perspective, it feels unearned.

And here’s the thing – I know Doctor Who isn’t supposed to be some deep show, or some masterclass in emotional writing. It’s supposed to be about whimsical adventures in time and space, and I love that! It’s goofy and offbeat in its bones, and I do enjoy that we seem to be returning to those roots.

But what I didn’t really enjoy is that the new Doctor’s progress feels shallow. It’s just like, bam! Trauma healed! Everything’s good now!

I dislike this for the reason I dislike the “insta-love” trope – you get all of the results without any of the work. You don’t get to feel the impact of it, since it all happens offscreen.

The truth is that there was probably no satisfying way to resolve this issue. Healing takes time, and time, ironically, is what this show does not have. The reboot/rebranding is happening now, not in a season or two. So in that sense, I do appreciate that the Doctor, in some way or another, got time to heal at all. I could easily see them pulling some kind of “he healed through mindful regeneration!” thing, which would’ve pissed me off to no end.

Some other more minor things: I wish there was a concrete reason the bi-generation happened. Spontaneous plot points like that bother me for the same reason “insta-love” does – all the results with none of the buildup. It also feels kind of stale because we’ve seen something like this before with Tentoo.

However! There were also a lot of things I liked about the episode: Here are some:

1) The Doctor and Donna’s relationship. I’m so, so thrilled that a platonic relationship was finally represented as a deep, powerful and healing force. In popular media, those kinds of relationships are usually romantic or construed to be romantic, but the canon leaves no room for that, which I deeply appreciate.

2) Neil Patrick Harris was great as the Toymaker. I especially loved the Spice Girls song and dance routine. It felt so whimsical, yet so menacing.

3) I kind of said this already, but I am glad the Doctor got to actually heal in some form. That last scene of him with Donna’s family, now his family, made me sob lmao

I am excited for the future of the show! Ncuti looks fucking awesome, and I think he’s going to bring a fresh vibe we haven’t seen before. Doctor Who is a comfort show for me, and overall I am happy with the direction it seems to be going in.

TLDR: I don’t like bi-generation because it doesn’t feel emotionally earned, but the next Doctor looks amazing and I’m excited for this new era :)

#I will say #the fics where 14 gets therapy are gonna go so hard #doctor who #doctorwho #nuwho #doctor who spoilers #doctor who special #donna noble #the doctor #fourteenth doctor

[sergeantsporks]

Gilded Family

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

Ch 21/?: Months Ago...

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6 , Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17,  Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20

In which none of the previous golden guards or wittebro died, actually, they're all fine and living happily together as one big dysfunctional family

Ao3

Goodbye, Golden Guards.

Belos raised his scythe, but it was Phoenix looking down at a terrified Jason and Hunter, Phoenix who swung downwards at them.

“No!” Phoenix blinked up at a starry sky, blinking. “Hrngh?”

A dull ache throbbed in his arms and ribs, but considering the way the skull had fallen apart, he was surprised it wasn’t worse.

“HEYA!” A blue and yellow face appeared over him with a grin. “You’re awake! Fiiiiinally! You were so boring!”

Phoenix rolled out of… a bed? with a yelp, scrambling backwards away from the Collector. “Stay back!”

Collector laughed, flopping on his stomach in midair and kicking his legs. “Re-lax, I’m not gonna hurt you. Right, King?”

The tiny demon kid from the head waved at him from on top of a spinning blue star, now clothed in starry robes and a matching hat. “Uh. Hey. Yep. Not hurting people is our whole thing! Just… just playing games!”

Phoenix rubbed his eyes. “I’m still dreaming. Right? Wow. The other dream was more realistic than this, this is…” He stood up. “This is… are we on top of a tiny planet?”

All around them was endless space and stars, save for a window of bright light, and the little planet they stood on.

“It’s real,” King assured him, “I, uh, I saw you falling on the day of unity, and…”

“And I SAVED YOU,” the Collector yelled, punching one fist in the air. “BAM. Our first owl house adventure, swooping through on a star to catch you, and WHAM! Now you’re back here with us! This is our room, in the archive house!” He tapped his chin. “Maybe I should make bunk beds… those would be fun, or even a TRIPLE BUNK BED! Might make story time hard, though. We’ll see. Hm.” Collector circled around Phoenix’s head. “That liar Phillip said he destroyed all of his grimwalkers, and I couldn’t play with them, but he was wrong, wrong, wrong! And now you’re here, and we can be friends, like he kept saying maybe one day! Ha, take that, Phillip, your grimwalker is my friend now. Right? We can be friends? I saved you.”

Phoenix glanced at King, who nodded frantically. “…Sure… we can be friends…”

“YES! You can be our Hunter, do you know what he’s like? Yeah, of course you do. I bet you know about lots of adventures we could do, Belos sent you on adventures for him all the time. Hey, are there any more of you? Are all of them alive?!”

So he didn’t get Caleb and the others. Good.

“No. Just me.”

“Awwww, we could have had enough players for any game. Oh, well, I guess there’s always the others.” The Collector sat cross-legged in midair. “Are you hungry? I bet you’re hungry, I think mortals have to eat like every three hours or they die or something. That’s why puppets are easier.”

Puppets?

“…What exactly is it that you want?”

“Huh? What a weird thing to ask. Oh, yeah! I forgot!” Collector snapped his fingers, and a bundle of cloth fell down from out of nowhere into Phoenix’s hands. “That’s for you, new friend! So we can all match! Don’t worry, King and I will leave the room so you can change, no peeking, promise.”

The Collector floated out into the bright light, and King hopped towards Phoenix. “Just… play along with what he says, okay? The alternative is… not great.”

He bounced up into the air and out of the square of light, and Phoenix sat back down on the bed with a whump. At least everyone else had gotten out. The kids to the human realm and… hopefully everyone else had just gone home.  

Phoenix shook out the bundle of cloth. The clothes were silky, a deep blue long-sleeved tunic, and pants in a dark lavender. Stars dotted the hem of the tunic, the collar, and the ends of the sleeves. A golden moon glinted up at him from a belt buckle.

Alright. I’ll play for now.

He changed clothes, checking himself for injuries. He twisted his upper torso, wincing as his ribs protested. Yeah. Those were broken, or at least bruised. Bruises, bruises… Phoenix picked at the edge of the bandages around his arms, but didn’t remove them. He’d have to eventually, he needed to check on those wounds, but with any luck, he’d get out of this… archive house… first.

Phoenix yanked the tunic over his head and retied his ponytail.

“Alright… now how… do I…”

Phoenix jumped, the way he’d seen King do, and he rocketed away from the tiny planet with three beds, soaring through the window of light. Whatever weird gravity was in that room disappeared, and his feet tapped onto solid stone at the top of a staircase. Collector clapped his hands.

“Yay! You look great! Okeydokey, so, we have a couple of adults around, don’t worry about them, they’re here to help! Mamadalia!”

A woman with bright green hair stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the Collector’s call. “Yes… Collector?”

“This is… Uh, Hunter, right?”

“It’s Phoenix.”

“Oh, whew, that’s way cooler. This is Phoenix! He’s been super sleepy and just woke up, so he’s, like, really hungry! Can you get uuuuuuuusssssss… King, quick, what do mortals eat?”

“Uhhhh, food? Fruit… vegetables… pizza bagels…”

“I don’t really need anything,” Phoenix tried, “I’m—"

“Pizza bagels for Phoenix!”

“Why dooon’t I just go with… Mamadalia?” Phoenix suggested, “That way I can make sure there’s enough for everyone?”

“Awww, okay, yeah. Come back soon!”

Phoenix walked down the stairs as quickly as he could without running. “Let’s go.”

“Mamadalia” raised one eyebrow, but turned heel and clicked down a hallway with no further comment. Phoenix chased after, looking behind him to make sure the Collector wasn’t following.

“How long has it been since the day of unity?”

“A day or so. Relax, you haven’t missed anything.”

Phoenix waved a hand at the hallway. “I think I’ve missed quite a bit! Sorry. I’m sorry, what’s your real name?”

“Odalia. Odalia Blight.”

“You’re okay?”

“Do you mean besides the fact that I’m wearing the most ridiculous outfit in the world? But oh, I suppose I’ll survive.”

“Alright.” Phoenix grabbed her wrist and ran towards a window, tugging her behind him. “Don’t worry. We’re getting out of here.”

Odalia yanked her arm away. “What on earth are you talking about? Getting out of here? I may be… Mamadalia, but it’s better than the alternative, thank you! No one is ‘getting out of here’!”

Phoenix yanked open the window.

The Isles fell far, far below them, miles down. The closest any land to the ‘archive house’ was the remaining horn of the titan, and the house was even floating above that.

“We aaaaare… flying.”

“What an astute observation.”

Phoenix brought his head back in and shut the window. “Okay. We’ll find another way.”

Odalia snorted. “There is no other way. You aren’t going anywhere. Try anything, and I’ll call for the Collector.”

Phoenix stared at her, gaping. “Are you serious?!”

“Listen up… whoever you’re supposed to be… I’m not putting my neck on the line for some half-baked escape plan. I perform the role of Mamadalia and get access to one of the most powerful beings in the universe. If I play my cards right, I not only rule this miserable dump heap, but shape it into what I want.”

Phoenix gestured towards the window and the broken skull outside of it. “Do you really think you can control that?!”

“Oh, please. He may be powerful, but he’s a silly child. I know how to handle children.” Her eyes gleamed. “And if I tell him you tried to escape, then that makes me more trustworthy and removes some of the… competition.”

“You know what else would remove competition? Letting me escape. But fine. Fine.” Phoenix stalked down the hallway. “Why don’t you just show me where the kitchen is, and we can leave each other alone?”

Odalia chased after him. “Or… I’m willing to let you in on the spoils if you help me.”

“And what could I, the competition, possibly offer?”

“I haven’t been picked for the role of ‘friend.’ You have. That gives you a closer position to the Collector. And his best friend. If either of us truly has their ears, it will be you.”

Phoenix’s gut roiled. “Can I just—I would like to point out that they’re kids. Kids with insane powers, sure, but kids.”

Odalia sighed. “Oh, please, I already told you, I know how to handle children. I’ll walk you through it, I just need your position. Here.”

She drew a circle in the air, and a purple gem thudded against Phoenix’s collarbone, secured by a black string.

This way, I can talk to you and hear what you’re hearing, Odalia’s voice said in his mind, I can tell you what to say, you simply need say it.

Phoenix halted in his tracks, yanking the necklace off. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t need your voice in my head, and I definitely don’t want you spying on me.”

I’ve dealt with enough omnipresent watchers for one lifetime.

“At least think about it.”

Phoenix opened another window, holding the necklace out. “No.”

“Drop it and I go straight to the Collector,” Odalia snapped.

Phoenix’s jaw clenched, and he slowly dragged the gem back in.

“Put it on. You don’t have to say what I tell you just yet, I’ll give you time to decide.”

“Do I really get a choice?”

“Of course you do. Here, let me show you the other choice.”

Odalia touched the pendant at her throat, and purple light beamed out, forming a picture of the isles, overwhelmed with strange blue plants and sparkles. The view roamed over Bonesborough, empty and silent, and then finally into the Archive House, stopping at a door. Phoenix slowly turned, spotting the same door to his right. Phoenix reached for the handle, slowly pushing it open.

Lifeless, dull eyes stared back at him. People—or, at least, what used to be people—lay collapsed all over the floor, joints bent at awkward angles. Phoenix backed away.

Puppets

That’s what he meant.

“What happened to them?!”

“They didn’t want to play the Collector’s game. So he made them. Those are your options, Phoenix. You can play the Collector’s little game for the rest of your life. You can make a run for it and get stuck a mindless puppet, still playing his game. Or you can play my game, and stand to actually win something. I’m sure you’re a smart man—you haven’t been turned into a puppet yet—but handling children just isn’t your forte, darling.” She patted his shoulder. “Like I said, I’ll give you time. You don’t have to say yes right away. But the clock is ticking on how long you can keep the Collector happy without me. Now, how about that kitchen, hm? Don’t expect me to cook for you, though.”

She strode away, and Phoenix took a deep breath.

Haven’t had to deal with someone like her in a while.

But every coven head had just been another Odalia Blight. Maybe the setting had changed, but competing with a manipulative snake to get in the good graces of a volatile being that had the power to destroy you? He could handle that. Maybe he’d gotten a little rusty with Caleb and the other Grimwalkers, but this was the same game he’d been playing for half of his life.

And that meant there was a way to win.

Xxx

“Does he… even need to eat?” Phoenix whispered, handing King a dragonfruit.

The fruit spurted out a burst of flame, but King didn’t seem to be burned by it. “No idea.”

Collector paced back and forth, waving a squash around in the air like a bat. “Now! Since the real owl lady is… sick… we need a replacement. Phoenix, while you were finding snacks, King and I vetted some possible options, but I want your opinion, too. Did you know the Owl Lady?”

“Only from stories.”

“Hey, me too! Cool, cool, we should both have the same ideas. Candidate one!”

Collector clapped his hands, and a familiar (if older) woman appeared, her eyes darting around and taking in all of her surroundings.

“Terra?!” Phoenix yelped.

She looked him up and down for a moment, then marched over, squinting at the scar that went through his right eyebrow. She gasped. “Rosebud!” Terra reached for his face. “They told us you were dead! But it looks like you haven’t aged a single day.”

Phoenix knocked her hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, looks like this rose grew a few thorns, hmmmm?”

Collector floated between them. “Phoenix? Do you know her?”

Phoenix crossed his arms, turning away from Terra. “Unfortunately. You don’t want her to be your Owl Lady, she’s not very nice.”

Terra gasped. “Rosebud. After everything I’ve done for you?!”

“After…!” Phoenix whirled around again. “You have been trying to poison me since I was thirteen!”

“Oh, please, I never gave you anything in deadly amounts. I was trying to build your poison tolerance, Rosebud! I did it because I cared!” She waved a hand. “I did it for your predecessor all the time. Now there was a man who did whatever it took to win.”

The Collector laughed. “Oh, I remember him! He was really good at statues! Although that miiiiiiight have been because Belos petrified him. Huh.”

Petro. He was the guard before me?

Collector tilted his head at Terra. “You wanna try and find out?”

Her face paled. “No, thank you.”

“You should give it a try,” Phoenix snapped, “See if that builds up your tolerance to petrification.”

“Oh, what is wrong with you? What happened to my sweet little rosebud?”

Phoenix waved a hand. “I don’t know! What did happen to him? Did you ever bother trying to find out?! So much for caring, huh?”

Collector floated between the two of them, holding his arms out. “Neither of you are being very nice,” he said firmly, “You are going into time out!”

The Collector snapped his fingers, and the world around Phoenix blurred into a haze of blue dotted with huge golden stars before settling into an empty void, back on the tiny planet. Phoenix jumped upwards, but the window of light vanished, and he fell back to the planet. He flopped onto the bed with a whump.

“Great.”

Well, that certainly was well-handled, Odalia’s voice said. Phoenix pulled the purple pendant out of his pocket, the gem glowing in the darkness. You need my help more than I thought. Maybe I should rescind my offer before you get us both in trouble.

“Oh, be quiet,” Phoenix grumbled, shoving the necklace under the bed, “You’re the last thing I need right now.”

The window of light opened again, just long enough for King to float down. The little demon clicked a lamp on and sat next to Phoenix, swinging his legs.

“So.”

“So.”

King looked up at the void. “Got kinda heated back there.”

“Even before Belos tried to kill me, I’d started trying to avoid her. Trust me, you and the Collector don’t want to be anywhere near her. Once I started mentoring Darius, I kept him far away from her.”

“Yeah, she seems like a real nice lady.

“She has been through three golden guards,” Phoenix burst out, “She was there when the guy before me was on a bloody conquest in the name of Belos, knew him personally apparently, she was there for half my life, and she was there to see Hunter replace me, and she didn’t once think that something might be wrong?!” Phoenix flopped backwards. “She did notice,” he grumbled, “She just didn’t care. I don’t know why I expected anything better from her, I know what she’s like. Sorry, I know you probably have no idea what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, expecting good things from the person who routinely poisoned you as a kid is a little weird,” King agreed, “You doing okay?”

“Are you? I haven’t gotten to talk to you without… him… around.”

“Mm. Yeah. He’s… I’m still trying to figure him out. For now, I think if I go along with him, teach him new games, he’ll leave the people I love alone, and that’s… that’s what’s really important. I can figure out details later.”

“So… you don’t want to be here?”

“I’d rather be home. With Eda. And Luz.” King picked up a stuffed rabbit, squeezing it tightly. “But Luz is in another dimension. And Eda’s in her Owl Beast form until I can figure out a way to get an elixir to her. Lilith might have been able to help, but… she’s a puppet. And so’s Hooty. And…” King’s eyes welled up with tears. “And I don’t know when I’ll get to see them again, or if… if…”

Phoenix reached out, but didn’t touch the little demon. “Uh… permission to touch?”

King nodded, and Phoenix scooped him up, holding him in his lap. “I know we… kind of just only met properly now. But… look, I’ll help you figure out a way to turn your Eda and Hooty and Lilith back to normal. And… I don’t know your Luz, but she’s with my Jason, and I know he’s not going to stop looking for a way back to his family.”

King sniffed. “Luz won’t either.”

“Then between the two of them, I’m sure they’ll get back to us. And in the meantime, the best thing we can do is… try to stay alive. And try to get out of here. With our loved ones.”

“How are you planning to do that?”

“I don’t know yet. But I’m working on it. And when I do figure it out, I’ll take you with me. We’ll get our friends, and we’ll find somewhere to hide where the Collector can’t find us. Promise.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank me after we’re out of here.”

The window of light opened again, and Collector drifted down, tapping his index fingers together. “Phoenix? Are you… mad at me? I won’t make you play with Terra if you don’t want to. And I’m sorry I put you all alone in time out, it’s not nice to be alone.”

King patted Phoenix’s arm. “It’s all okay, Collector, Phoenix and I had a really long talk, and he feels a lot less mad now. He just doesn’t like Terra very much, and he’s still not feeling too good from Belos attacking him.”

“Okay, then maybe we wait until tomorrow to play? So Phoenix can feel better? And no Terra. Building up poison tolerance did sound fun, though…”

“It’s not,” Phoenix said flatly.

“Really? Man. Okay, we’ll stick to owl house. Do you know how to play, Phoenix?”

Phoenix shook his head. “You’re going to have to teach me.”

Collector’s eyes lit up, and he sat cross legged in the air. “Okay, okay, okay, so first of all…”

He started rattling off rules that sounded more like stories, and Phoenix nodded along, acutely aware of the glowing pendant tucked under his bed, and the fact that Terra was out in the archive house somewhere.

Just like the coven.

Figure out the rules of the game.

Play your cards right.

Win before they do.

#toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #the golden guard #golden guard oc #the collector #king clawthorne #odalia blight #terra snapdragon #my writing #gilded family au #toh fanfiction

[library-of-crow]

The Hate in Your Heart

“First, I was like ‘wham bam,’ then, a little ‘whupssh,’ topped it off with a final ‘ding dong!’” Arly flailed her arms around in various eccentric movements, supposedly recreating her spellcasting from earlier that day. Ildan couldn’t help but chuckle and roll his eyes at his beloved’s behavior from his place on the bed. She wasn’t entirely wrong, Ildan could admit that, but there was something endearing about all the silly ways she recounted their battles with a flair for dramtics and clothed only in her small clothes. Whether it be in the privacy of a shared inn room, as it was now, or around the campfire with the others, Arly had no shame in putting on a show when she discussed their adventures. 

“Yes, yes, you did well.” He pushed himself up and crossed the room to stand in front of her. “But what about me? Hm?” His hand found her chin, tilting it back to make her look up at him. There was a fraction of a moment, he was sure she’d kiss him then, but just before their lips met-

“Well you did fantastic! All like ‘shhhing shing!’” He fell forward slightly as she pulled from his grasp and returned to her flailing about. He shut his eyes for a moment, sighing tiredly, before straightening up and busying himself with pulling back his hair. Arly turned back to him, hands planted firmly on her sides and feet spread in an overconfident pose. “Especially when you said ‘go to hell, ugly bastard,’ and stabbed that one creature.” She put on a deeper voice, and mimed the motion of dramatically stabbing a sword before her firm posture fell apart as giggles wracked her body. Ildan couldn’t help but chuckle with her. 

“I don’t think I said that. Are you embellishing these tales now?” He moved to sit on the trunk at the foot of the bed, face twisting for a moment as he irritated an old injury. Gods, was he getting old? Arly followed suit, standing in front of him with one of her hands finding his hair and the other finding his shoulder. “Perhaps you should be a bard. My sweet birdie sings such beautiful songs.” He joked, earning a singular ‘ha!’ from Arly, resting his hands gently on her waist.

“You know what, maybe I’ll become one. Maybe I missed my true calling as an entertainer!” Arly raised her hands up, one splayed dramatically across her chest and the other held high as if she was orating a scene. The moment they left his skin, Ildan longed for their return. “I’ll use my skills to spin spiteful words to my enemies and those I hate. I’ll use my power for evil and become the most dastardly-” She was sharply cut off as Ildan tugged her back into his space by the hem of her shirt. Only then did she realize she’d begun drifting away from him again. Arly couldn’t help but giggle, letting herself be pulled backwards into his lap where Ildan wasted no time trapping her in an embrace and peppering kisses to the side of her head. 

“I forbid you from becoming a bard, it will take you too far from me.” Ildan proclaimed, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. With her back pressed flush to his bare chest, Arly could feel the beat of his heart. She chuckled at his dramatics. “Besides, you would be a terrible evil bard. You have no hate in your heart for anything.” He added, words slightly muffled by her skin. At this, she abruptly sat up, the sudden motion being enough to free her from his embrace, and looked back at him with narrowed eyes. 

“What do you mean I have no hate in my heart?” She adjusted her place in his lap, hands settled on each of his shoulders while his arms held her around the waist. Ildan looked as though he was mulling over the words, trying to come up with a real reply. 

“Well, I’ve only ever seen you get upset when someone is mean to you first or does something to one of us. Even so, just last week you said that the ogre we fought ‘might have just been having a bad day.’” He brought up one hand to air quote what he remembered her saying before quickly returning it to her waist. “You wouldn’t even say you hated that one guy that beat the everloving shit out of me. I think you said he ‘wasn’t a nice man’ or something of the sort.” Ildan couldn’t help but laugh as he told the stories. Arly let out a ‘hmph,’ pouting and scrunching her eyebrows. Gods, she hates it when he’s right about things. 

“Oh yeah? Well, I hate plenty of things! I’m a total hater.”

“Oh?”

“Aye! I hate all kinds of things!” Arly declared proudly, thumping against her chest with a fist. By this point, she had again moved within his embrace, knees now straddling his lap to allow her to sit straight up and tower over him. Ildan’s hands ventured to rest against her hips, his thumb moving delicately over a small scar she had on her right one.

“Tell me then, sweet little birdie, what do you hate?” Ildan challenged, tilting his head back slightly to look up at her with a mischievous smirk spreading on his face. Arly looked back down at him, a smirk of her own mimicking his. Her hands moved to tangle in his hair, slowly moving her head down towards his forehead. 

“I hate ignorant people that genuinely think they know better than me when they clearly do not.” She paused, her forehead resting against his. “I hate muddy puddles that you can’t see until you’re stepping through them.” Her hands tugged at the hairs on the base of his neck, tilting him backwards just enough to hover her own mouth over his. 

“I hate the sunlight that pulls you out of our bed in the morning and takes you away from me.”

Ildan hummed a response, a smile resting on his face as he waited expectantly for her lips on his. As he waited, his eyes scanned her face, assessing every detail, connecting every freckle. Arly came exceptionally close but opted for a quick kiss to the side of his mouth instead before hurriedly trying to push out of his lap. Surprised, Ildan fruitlessly tried to catch her, hands desperately clawing to try and grab at her. His efforts were entirely in vain as she giggled and glided across the room. With a groan between light chuckles, Ildan pushed himself up and followed after her. Arly dodged a couple more attempts but her laughter doubled her over and made her easy prey for Ildan to sweep up from behind and drag her kicking, protesting figure over to the bed before easily tossing her into the sheets.

“Fine, then.” He relieved himself of his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly, and rested his knees against the side of the bed. Ildan crossed his arms across his chest, looking down at her with a wicked look. He was met with a cacophony of giggles and snorts. “Let’s change that. Let this be our last job.” 

Instantly, Arly’s face began to fall. She let out a couple more chuckles, as if desperate for him to respond with his own but Ildan’s face was still. He was serious. 

“Are you having a laugh now?” Her face twisted in confusion as she moved to prop herself up on her elbows. Ildan shook his head before stepping aside to drop down onto the bed next to her. Arly immediately clambered over, resting still on her elbow but leaning to look down at him. 

“I’m not.”

“You’re serious?”

“Completely.” A satisfied smile remained on his face as he stared back up at her. Again, he visually traced those freckles that littered her cheeks, seeking to memorize their unique spots. He noted the way the confusion continued to twist at her face, eyes darting around looking for the slightest hint of joking.

“What does that mean, Ildan?” Arly’s voice was low now. There was fear in her tone. She was afraid this was an elaborate joke, and it wasn’t a joke she was going to enjoy the punchline of. Hearing this small crack, Ildan propped himself up and reached one hand out to hold her face. 

“Birdie, we’ve been wanting to get married for years. Let’s do it. Get a little house out near your town, settle down, have some kids maybe.” Ildan ran his thumb over the curve of her cheek, watching the fear and confusion slip away with each word he spoke. “Would you like that?” 

Arly’s mouth opened and closed, searching for the best way to respond. Her mind pulled at strings, trying to think of some grand profession of love or poetic acceptance of his proposition. None came to mind. A clumsy nod and an awkward hum was all she could find. 

“I’m thinking three kids, two boys and a girl- wait, no-” He began pulling her into a closer embrace, placing her head against his chest to free up his arms for the purposes of waving them dramatically around above the two of them. “No, no, two girls, one boy. Feels right.” 

Arly was entranced by the way he painted this picture, especially as he continued on explaining the life they could lead together after this job. She offered the occasional hum of approval or simple ‘aye, of course’ when he paused but otherwise didn’t do much but listen with the biggest grin. It wasn’t just that he had finally mentioned settling down, or that he wanted to have children or whatever else. It was the fact that he’d clearly been thinking about these things for a long time. He explained their finances, how he’d set some coin aside over the course of their last few jobs for this moment. He knew the logistics of getting the two of them back to Nenia Fai in the easiest way possible. He swore he’d write a letter to his family after the job was done, attaching enough coin to get them to the wedding. 

Ildan rambled on, firing off plan after plan. Arly couldn’t take it anymore. In a flash, she flipped over and grabbed him by either side of his face before immediately crashing her lips onto his. Having been cut off from his long-winded speech, Ildan was surprised for a moment by the motion but quickly smiled against the kiss. They held there for a moment, Ildan’s hands finding her waist yet again and beginning to creep their way up before Arly once again suddenly interrupted him by quickly pulling away. Her hands continued to hold his face, slightly squishing his cheeks into his head. 

“You’re one hundred percent serious about this, right? Last job then home?”

“Arly Umbar, how many times are you going to ask me?”

“Can you say it one more time?”

Ildan sighed, the fond smile never once faltering. In return, he grabbed her face and squished her cheeks in the same way she did his. As light caught them, he noticed tears pricking at her eyes. I’ll never make you cry, he once promised, only tears you’d be happy to spill. 

“Arly Umbar, my sweet birdie, my most beautiful girl.” Between each name he placed a kiss on a different part of her face. “This will be our last job. Within the month, we’ll be married.” The final, punctuating kiss was pressed gently to her forehead, where he lingered an extra few seconds. His nose brushed her hairline, taking in the sweet smell of pine that always seemed to follow her. Her hands had fallen from his face by now, instead clasping together behind his neck.

As Arly’s eyes gently shut under his touch, a single tear fell down her cheek. For once, the future they’d only mused about in passing was about to come to light. A warmth spread through her chest and down to the tips of her fingers that she could only recognize as the utter bliss he provided her. The moment his lips left her forehead, she longed for the feeling of them against her skin again. His fingers found the bottom of her chin, tilting her head back as he kissed away the tear on her cheek and trailed the rest down her face and neck until he was buried in the crook of her neck yet again. Each kiss was a small fire that burned her skin, a burn she’d give anything to feel again and again.

“I hate that you stopped.” She finally said, her voice surprisingly cracking from how close she’d been to the brink of tears.

“Yes, yes, I’m told you hate a lot of things.”

#arly umbar #the grand ghost #dnd oc #i hurt my own feelings with this one

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Yancy & Reader: Take On Me

Today, November 2nd, is the third anniversary of me writing Yancy for the first time. I've had this idea mulling around in my mind for months and I decided today is the perfect day to share it, and not even a broken hinge on my laptop will stop me! If people are interested, I might look into writing more. 

One song I have on my Yancy inspiration playlist is "Take On Me". This song by itself really works for Yancy, but the video is the inspiration for this story.

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When watching a video resulted in you being thrown through the fourth wall into a fictional world, you find yourself under the watchful eye of Yancy, the only character in the prison who knew you didn't belong there.

Word Count: 2,460

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The day was miserable. You had planned to go out and complete some messages, but a strong storm halted your agenda immediately. Today was supposed to be a distraction from all the stresses and sinister thoughts mulling in the back of your mind, and already you could feel that pressure beginning to drag you under. You grabbed your blanket, hopped onto the couch, and propped your phone against the arm of the chair. When you needed an escape, you watched videos. Usually, you would choose the Space adventure as a source of escapism and help the Engineer solve the problems of the universe on a spaceship light years away, but today?

Today you decided to choose a story dear to your heart as you hopped to the video where you helped Mark rob a museum. Your Heist was a mission. Forget about the box for a minute, your focus was on looking for a friendly face in the form of a tough-shelled yet kind-hearted prisoner.

Sure, the video was scripted, and you never would have partaken in a fight, but you pretend you two were having a conversation. With no one around, you would speak your answers to him in the brief windows of silence in the scene.

The alarms rang in the prison, alerting the staff of the fight. At the same time, the lights around you flickered. 

You tapped the screen to pause the video. It continued playing. 

You tried locking your phone. It didn't react.

There was another flash, one so blinding that you couldn't see anything. All you registered was the sound of something landing on the couch before you could feel yourself falling.

Then, everything went black.

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In another place, another time, another world, one room used for indoor rec time was quiet. There was no chaos with a new inmate, nor any bickering following a brawl. In fact, several members of the Gang were having a chance to catch up when they were all free. Some people were chatting, someone was napping on a table, and Yancy was in the middle of winning a game of Go Fish with Bam-Bam and Jimmy the Pickle. A guard had poked his head in while on patrol to make sure everything was going okay before continuing on, trusting the group enough to have no obvious supervision. It was a nice change from doing laps around the rec yard’s track.

However, staying indoors ended up being just as unpredictable as going outside.

A basketball slammed against one of the windows, startling everyone inside and turning their attention toward the glass. Yancy did likewise, until a flash of blue in his peripheral caught his attention. A ‘window’ appeared, spat a figure out, and closed before anyone else could notice. Without thinking, he was out of his chair and dashing across the space to where the figure was, an action that finally spurred the rest of the room to action. Shithole Hank knelt down and gently tapped the fallen individual’s cheek to gauge a reaction.

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“Hey. Can you hear me?”

A strange voice was the first thing you noted when you regained a vague sense of awareness. Everything hurt, and you were dizzy, but you tried to sit up. Opening your eyes only greeted you with blinding white that made you wince.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on a sec, you shouldn’t be moving - Hey, can someone turn off the lights for a minute?” Someone did as instructed and the painful light went away. Finally, you could see people. The outfits weren't the exact same, but you could see a theme of white, black, and stripes. Not much else could be registered as the older man leaned forward and had you tell him how many fingers he was holding up.

"Did anyone see what happened to Watches?" One voice overhead asked.

"Nah," answered another, "but I think falling out of the chair might have been the problem."

‘Watches’? Who was that? But you had more pressing questions on your mind: where were you, and how did you get here?

Before you could ask, a hand pressed against your shoulder to ease you back into a lying position as the people discussed what to do. It was a chance to turn your head and try to better gauge your surroundings. 

Only one person close to you wasn't taking part in the conversation. He sat cross-legged with folded arms as he glared at the ground like it would give him inspiration. His black hair was slicked back with a small amount of gel, allowing you to better see his chocolate coloured eyes. But it was the unusual tattoos that adorned his forearms that had you whisper in astonishment:

"Yancy?"

The sound of his name broke his concentration and made him look at you with alarm. No one else around you noticed the oddity of the moment.

"How the fuck do you knows my name?" hissed Yancy. No one had said it since you had stirred, but there was no denying that you were looking at the greaser prisoner that you had been watching on screen minutes earlier.

You couldn't answer, not when you were carefully helped onto your feet.

"Yancy? You bring Watches back to your cell. Might be better to rest up there instead of alerting the guards of a fall."

Yancy looked as confused as you did when the older prisoner draped your arm around Yancy’s neck for extra support. Then, the two of you were sent on your way.

-

As the pain from falling eased, you began to realise that this wasn't a dream. You were somewhere new. How were you even in prison to begin with?

No one commented on your clothes that barely resembled the prisoner uniform. No one noticed you at all. It was like they were sure you were always there.

You turned your attention to Yancy. He hadn't said a word since you two left the initial room, but he looked tense. He had questioned how you knew his name, so maybe he knew more than the others.

Finally, he took a sharp left and stepped into a small cell, one that looked far different from the one you saw in Heist. It was narrow, with brick walls painted an off-white that didn't quite match the grey concrete floor. A tiny window at the back of the cell let in some sunlight. Instead of bars, there was a large metal door that Yancy pushed until it was ajar instead of wide open. Then, he began to pace the small stretch of free floor once you were sitting on the bottom bunk.

"Youse better start explaining yourself, Watches, or whatever the fuck youses' name is. How did you do that?"

Though disappointed that your supposed nickname reminded you of a piece of jewellery, you asked what he meant.

"Youse - how the fuck did you gets in here? And why didn't no one else notice? There was a - ugh, I dunno, a giant blue-window-thing that appeared and spat youse out. Why the fuck did no one else see that but me?"

You frowned, admitting you hadn't seen it either.

"Yeah, but youse got the bumps to prove that it wasn't a fall off a chair like the others think. And they had a name for youse? Is you another one of them strange guys?" When you didn't give any response beyond a confused look, Yancy huffed. "Y'know, them odd men. The ones who are all into voodoo and magic and shit. One of them wears a suit, one is in pink, and another -"

You interrupted to check whether he meant Dark and Wilford.

"Yeah! You one of they’s group?" A shake of your head had him roll his eyes in frustration. "Well then, what happened to get youse here? You don't belong in Happy Trails, and youse is gonna land in biiig trouble if we don't find a way to get you out of here pronto."

You leaned forward to think about what happened and began to muse about how you were at home, watching a video during a thunderstorm; only for there to be a flash of light and a sensation of falling.

Yancy stopped pacing to give you a deadpan look.

"That makes no fucking sense. But… Fine, whatever. It's all we gots right now. Was you watching something that got youse cursed?"

You shook your head. It was a show about stealing a box and someone got arrested. Before you mentioned anything that would reveal how you knew Yancy prior to this, you quickly added that it wasn't very well known and Yancy wouldn't understand it. For a split second, you thought he was going to interrogate you, but he let out a sigh and turned away.

"Riight. Guess that rules out you being a magic person. Still don’t explain why things ain't the same as they was before you gots here. Like, look at the bunk youse is sitting on. Is there anything weird there?"

You turned your attention to the bed. It had been made, though the sheets were creased like someone forgot to smooth it out at the end. Your hand reached out to check under the pillow, only to find nothing there.

"It's a normal bed, yeah?" You hummed in agreement. "Thing is… I don't got a cellie. That bottom bunk was used as my writing nook. The pillow and blanket was bunched up in that corner so I could have some sorta comfort while sitting, instead of using the stiff-ass chair and table. I didn't make that bed. Someone else did. And think about it. I should have been told to bring youse to the med ward, but I was told to take you here. And that's only something you does to youses' cellie. Something has decided that I now has a cellie, and has put youse in here. If that 'something' is one of them weird-ass magicky fuckers, then they's is gonna be looking for youse. You gots to lay low for a while."

You? Being hunted by something? That didn't make any sense. You didn't do anything out of the ordinary in your day-to-day life. No evil spirits were offended, nor were there any ancient curses on your family. Why would someone pull you into a fictional world through your phone?

Did that mean you could die if something was hunting you?

Why would someone want to kill you? You weren't some main character in a story! You were -

A startled cry escaped from you when a bundle of material was dropped on your lap.

"You need to blend in. Staying in that will only make you stands out like a sore thumb, even if no one noticed it earlier for some fucking weird reason. There ain't much privacy in here, but if youse stand just behind the bunk, beside the toilet, it's better than nothing. And I won't look 'till you gives me the all-clear, don't worry." To prove as much, he sat on the bottom bunk with his back to you.

The bundle consisted of one pair of striped trousers and three damaged black shirts, all in different sizes. You poked your head around the bed to ask Yancy about that, and was immediately rewarded with a snort.

"I'd bought those damn shirts because I need a new one and they was being sold cheap 'cause they got torn up a bit, but not a one of them fitted me right. We don't get refunds, so I hung onto 'em in case anyone's uniform got damaged. The pants is my spares, but you can keep 'em. I nearly got enough saved to order a new pair." The trousers, thankfully, had an elastic waist, so they could easily fit you with little difficulty. Likewise, the chosen shirt suited you. It isn't particularly flattering, but it wasn't unbearable to wear. For now, it would do.

You called Yancy's name so you could check where you should put your clothes. He rose to his feet, cautiously glancing to make sure you were presentable, before approaching the far wall and kneeling in front of one of the small chests against the wall.

"These lockers house all our possessions. Thankfully, everyone knows not to touch my shit. Your threads will be safe here, and if you gets anything useful, you can store it here too."

It was the perfect chance to thank Yancy, and you did so, admitting that he was taking all this in his stride. To your surprise, he lowered his head.

"I guess... But I'm freaked out right now. I seen a window appear in the air and spit youse out. No one else seen it and was convinced that you was always there. I-I mean, 'Watches'? No offense, but that's an ominous as fuck moniker to have, especially if you was watching something before you got here. But it ain't the first time I seen something others didn't…" He trailed off, extending his left arm in a way that showed off the elaborate box tattoo design. "I woke up one day with this. I never paid for it, and no one seen me get it, yet it was there. And then… It happened a second time a few months back. It spread to my other arm, and changed the original too. But then, to fucking add to that? These tattoos on my fingers are 'sposed to say 'Dark Mark', but now they say 'Warp Core'? I paid for those! Tattoos ain't meant to change. That's kinda the point of 'em??"

Of course, you knew why. You had watched the videos where Mark explained everything in both projects Yancy appeared in, but you couldn't reveal that.

"Right now, the focus is keeping you safe. If the Gang knows you, then you don't gotta worry 'bout being alone when I ain't around." Both hands pressed against the lockers lid as a momentum to lift him back onto his feet. "We can work together. If we can figure out what everyone thinks is going on with youse, it might give us a clue as to what we can do to get you home. I know who oughta be here, and you knows where you oughta be. We should be able to work well together until I can call that Dark guy. Don't trust him, but he might be a good bet with how spooky he is."

It sounded like a reasonable plan. You could keep a low profile and play up your fall as a whopping headache so you can learn more info. Your side of the plan made Yancy laugh as he extended a hand to you.

"You gonna be okay sticking with me until we figure this out?"

#awhm yancy #a heist with markiplier #self-insert #(would be a ship if it continued) #(but this is a first meeting) #writersofmark #dramatic prisoner (Yancy)

[gracifleur]

arceus gave shea the option to return to her “intended” forme, a proper pokemon body that resembles arceus & the origin formes of her kin however shea declined as she wanted to live among humans in a forme that resembled them. arceus granted this request however shea still has a pokeforme. shea also doesn’t really know this for the majority of her life nor does she rlly plan to exist in that forme until she feels like her adventures as a human are completely over. the key to this forme lies in the jeweled gracidea hairpin that is made from the same holy material as creation trios orbs, while shea does not know it by this name it’s known as the devotion orb.

cyrus when he captured her with the red chain was able to frenzy shea to a state where her human body could not take the combination of her power & the red chain suppressing said power & the devotion orb shines & in it’s glittery light shea morphs into this forme for the very first time. however as she was still captured by the red chain all they could do was struggle under the restraints until giratina swallows cyrus, dawn lucas & barry, + shea into the distortion world. once there shea is broken free & returns to her human forme to then battle cyrus along side her kin.

since then shea has been somewhat scared to test any transformation into this forme & has done this rarely & always within the hall of origin or under the watchful eyes of giratina in the distortion world. giratina is someone shea has complete trust in to take care of her should something go wrong, so she feels safe to transform into this forme & attempt to get used to this body under their watchful eye.

fun fact bc i decided this now that area zero bc its all time-space fucked has a negative effect on the devotion orb. area zero does not like shea it rejects her, this has been established before this post, it wants her GONE. it doesn’t even want to claim her life. it wants her out. however the distortions cause the devotion orb to grow unstable & there is a like 30% dice roll chance that shea will randomly lose her human forme & transform into her origin forme because time is wonkydonky. fuckitywuckity. she hates this shit btw shes so unused to 4 legs. dont worry im designing this soon u will have visuals i promise anyways i think it would be funny if shes exploring area zero & suddenly bAM BRIGHT LIGHT LEGS BAMBI WOBBLE MOMENT BEFORE FALLING ON THE GROUND.

ANYWAY dont ask shea to go into this forme she very much enjoys being a squishy lil human shaped hedgehog. she will turn on her silly arceus’ halo like a nightlight if you ask her to tho.

#( about / lore / headcanon. ) #pkmn scvi spoilers / #<- not rlly but just in case

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