#because every time i watch her she is chaos incarnate

[theminecraftbee]

I feel like Stress would be the only one taking proper care of the mini-hermits

"Oh, have you come to our tea party?" Stress says, delighted. She sits at a hastily-constructed birch wood table, with several other mini-hermits sitting with her. Concerningly, it is not all of her mini-hermits. It's only about ten of them. Jevin is not sure he wants to ask where the other eight are. Jevin is very sure he won't like the answer.

"Yeah, sure, tea party," Cleo says, carefully folding herself next to the table and taking a sip of the tea that that a very pleased-looking mini-Iskall has poured for her. She looks around. She stops. "Do, uh, most of your tea parties involve... are those player heads? ...do you have extra?"

"Oh, yes, most tea parties involve a little bit of murder. We're practicing poisons."

Oh, no. Now Jevin has to ask, if he wants to be responsible. "Is that where the others...?"

"Oh. Oh no, good heavens no!" Stress says, laughing. "We just tested them on adult-Iskall."

Jevin and Cleo stare at Stress for a moment. Slowly, Cleo puts down her cup of tea again.

"So I'm to presume this isn't almond tea?" she says weakly.

#answered #doiyi-yt #jevin's egg disaster #...today i learned that i think a lot of people have a VERY different perception of stress's character than i do #because every time i watch her she is chaos incarnate #she's just cute and giggly about it #anyway. no all of the hermits are in some way neurotic about this in this au. yes that includes jev and cleo even as they straightman #they're all just terrible at this in different ways #so stress thinks its important for the kids to know how to be appropriately adorable and polite at a tea party AND poison people #truly important life skills.

[embrosegraves]

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 ℝ𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕪

(request) Fernando Alonso x Reader Fernando helps the reader’s daughter to be brave. “Booping noses” and “Hand kisses”

Warnings: Google translated Spanish (i'm trying to learn the language but for now, Google.)

Race day for most people would mean complete chaos, it was no different for the Alonsos. 

Even before you had met Fernando all those years ago, your whole life had been chaos incarnate. From working your ass off, to dating a Formula One driver, and even introducing said driver to your family (which included introducing him to your young daughter, Marta). It was safe to say that you were very familiar with chaos. 

Which is why you were so surprised to find that Marta, at a very grown up 7 years old, was being so calm. This wasn’t her first time at a race, but it was her first time not going berserk at everything around her. Usually she would be running this way and that, trying to get the attention of every driver that passed you both. Some of them tried to talk with her, but they usually struggled as no matter how much English you taught her, Marta always forgot that not everyone spoke Spanish. 

But that wasn’t the case today. Not one bit. You would have been more worried about it if not for the strong grip she had on your hand. Walking over to the Aston Martin hospitality building, you gently guided her to a table near the back. You knew that children often got embarrassed when asked particular questions, so you did your best to find a table that had a bit of privacy. 

“¿Qué pasa Pequeña? Do you feel okay?” You squeezed her hand gently, trying to give her a bit of comfort and encouragement. [What’s wrong Little One?]

“Estoy nerviosa para más tarde.” She whispered. Giving her a good look over, you could see on her face and in her eyes that she was a little anxious. A part of your heart broke because you hadn’t noticed sooner. [I’m nervous for later.]

“¿Se trata de estar en el garaje?” You were almost certain it was. Marta had never watched a race from inside the garage before, usually you would watch from the hospitality. Marta nodded, the charms on her pigtails jingling as they went. [Is this about being in the garage?] 

“We can stay here for a bit if you want, but do you think it might help if we talk to Fernando? He might be able to help you be brave.” It was almost a sure fire way to get her to do anything. As soon as Fernando’s name was mentioned in any conversation, Marta would latch on and engage in whatever was being spoken about for hours. 

“Mamá, ¿crees que Fernando alguna vez se asusta?” It broke your heart to hear her voice tremble. Normally, if you asked a question in English, you would encourage her to answer in English as well, but given the situation, you didn’t try to correct her. [Mummy, do you think Fernando ever gets scared?]

“I know he gets scared sometimes. Even Mamá gets scared. But you know what helps?” she shook her head. “Hugs from your favourite person. Getting a hug can help you feel brave enough to do the things you're scared about.” 

“¿Puedo abrazar a Fernando?” [Can I hug Fernando?]

“Of course you can Mija. Should we go find him?” 

Marta nodded and got up from her chair, still holding your hand tightly. You quickly made the short walk over to the garage, showing your passes to the security standing outside. Once inside, you made your way to Fernando’s side to see him sitting down with a book in his hands. You weren’t expecting him to notice you over all the noise of the garage, but as soon as you started walking towards him, he looked up and right at you both. He started smiling before seeing just how scared Marta looked to be in the garage. 

Fernando didn’t even mark his page before he put the book down. He stood up and gave you a sweet kiss before crouching down to be the same height as Marta, who was now clutching tightly to your leg. 

“What’s the matter, Mija?” Fernando had spoken the question to Marta but he was looking at you. 

“She’s just a bit scared to be watching from the garage today.” 

“Ah.” Fernando gently unlatched Marta’s hands from your leg and held them both in his. Now that she was facing him, he tugged her a little bit closer to him. “Do you know what helps me feel less scared?” 

“Mamá said a hug helps.” You almost couldn’t hear her over the noise from the mechanics. 

“Your Mamá is a very smart woman, Marta.” You couldn’t help a small smile from appearing. “Can I give you a hug?” 

Marta didn’t answer. She just wrapped her arms around Fernando tightly and buried her face into his neck. Fernando wrapped his arms around her just as tight. He made sure he had a firm grip on her before he stood up. He started swaying and whispering to Marta in Spanish. You were forever thankful that you had met Fernando when you did. You had no idea how you would’ve raised Marta by yourself. 

Fernando didn’t let go of Marta until he was told that he needed to start getting ready to be in the car. He gently nudged her and asked if she wanted to help him. Marta was feeling a lot better, if the way she enthusiastically nodded her head indicated anything. Fernando gently put Marta back on the ground and led her over to where his things were. She helped him put his gloves and balaclava on, quickly getting another hug before he put on his helmet. 

“Do you think you can be brave enough to look after your Mamá?” Fernando asked her, his visor still up. Marta had a serious look on her face. 

“I can do it.” Her serious look was gone the moment Fernando booped her nose. Right before Fernando moved to get in the car, Marta reached up and flicked down his visor and then booped the helmet where his nose would be. Fernando gave her a fist bump and then finally got into the car for the race. 

Fernando had ended up finishing in P4, only just missing out on the podium. You were originally going to wait in the garage for him to come back after the race, but Marta had decided that it would be easier to look after you if you were in the hospitality. You had texted Fernando to go there after the debrief so he wouldn’t spend ages trying to find you. Soon enough, Fernando was walking towards you, no longer in his racing suit. Before he could even greet you, Marta had started barrelling towards him. Fernando had crouched down in his spot so that she could hug him easier. 

“I did it! I did it! I was being brave like you and I took care of Mamá, just like you said!”

“You did an amazing job, Mija. I’m so proud of you!” Fernando’s arms were wrapped around her tightly. 

Getting up from your seat, your heart swelled with love at your boyfriend and daughter. Walking over to them, you held your hand out for Fernando to take. 

“You did so well, Mi Amor. You drove brilliantly.” 

Fernando brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. That one kiss telling you everything you needed to know. That he loved you and your daughter. That no matter what happened he would always be there to help you with anything you needed. 

He kissed your hand again before standing up. Settling Marta on his back, he began leading you to the car that would take you all to the hotel to finally rest after the busy day.

So to be completely honest, I had this basically all finished, but then some shit happened (non F1 related) and it may have taken me a while, but i finally got it done

Also, I'm sure you noticed that I took a bit of inspiration from KMag and his daughter. The clip of her helping her dad get ready for a race is just so cute!

I hope you enjoyed!

As usual likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated

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[shallyne]

Feysand Week Day 1: Stars Eternal & Death Incarnate

Always lonely, Never alone

Day one! So exciting. I tried something new here, hope you all like it. @officialfeysandweek2023

Words: 1,653

TW: death, neglect, sickness, health, Tamlin

Feyre lives a a lonely life in the clutches of an unhappy marriage. When she meets an old friend, she realizes that she was never alone.

Feyre Archeron was a newborn when she opened her blue-gray starlit eyes and gazed up at her mother with a curiosity that would accompany Feyre her whole life. She was a newborn when her mother looked the baby in the eyes, deemed her strange and shoved her into the nearest nursemaid's arms.

Feyre Archeron was a year old when a maid convinced her mother to bathe the child for once, who in return grew bored and left shortly after. Her nursemaid was near to get the child's head back over the water surface in time.

Feyre Archeron was three years old when she first gazed up at a painting, admiring the beauty in that piece of art. She was four years old when she first held a paintbrush in her hand.

Feyre Archeron was six years old when she was brave enough to show her mother one of her paintings, pride surging through her as it finally looked how she imagined. Her mother didn't even spare a glance.

Feyre Archeron was eight years old when her mother died, leaving chaos in her wake. The little girl had cried at the funeral, mourning a life. She didn't understand what the other guests were talking about when they called her mother an incredible woman because the woman Feyre knew was nothing but mean.

Feyre Archeron was nine years old when her father put all their money into trading ships, which got lost in the sea. Creditors hunted their family down and splintered his leg so much that her father could never use his leg again. Feyre had begged the creditors, trying to stop them, her stomach emptying as she watched the assault on her father.

Feyre Archeron was eleven years old when they moved into a cottage on the edge of the forest. She was fourteen when hunger led her into the woods, when she made her first kill. Feyre came back to the same spot to weep for the life she took. She went back to the cottage every night, the space crowded with too many people for such a small place, and felt utterly alone despite it.

Feyre Archeron was seventeen years old when she met a farm boy at the village market, both so lonely that they found solace in each other, sating their hunger for intimacy.

Feyre Archeron was nineteen years old when she went to the village market to sell the pelt of a wolf she had killed in the woods. She had met a handsome stranger on her way back home, who introduced himself as Tamlin. He started courting her the very same year.

Feyre Archeron was twenty years old when Tamlin proposed to her. She said yes.

Feyre Archeron was twenty-one years old when she promised Tamlin to be with him for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to cherish and love him until parted by death. Tamlin had promised her the same, with no intention to keep that promise.

Feyre Archeron was twenty-two years old when Tamlin first held her wrist so strongly that she got bruises.

Feyre Archeron was twenty-three years old when Tamlin forbade her to leave the house at all.

Feyre Archeron was twenty-four years old when she was so alone that she sought comfort in the night sky, staring up at the sky. She felt the stars staring back, comforting her.

Feyre Archeron was twenty-five years old when she was confronted with death. A sentry of Tamlin’s household was terribly injured in the woods and Feyre spent the night at his bedside, being there for him like she would want someone to be there for her when her time would come. She held the sentry's hand and reassured him that everything would be alright. He died before the next sunrise.

Feyre Archeron was twenty-eight years old when Tamlin yelled at her for not yet carrying a child. She hadn't bothered to tell Tamlin that she kept taking her contraceptive tea, not yet ready to bring a child into this world. Into her world.

Feyre Archeron was thirty-one years old when she first fell sick. She hid it, hoping it would vanish again. Just a cold. Only a cold. Although there was always an echo of the sickness, following her around.

Feyre Archeron was thirty-four years old when the echo became a constant whisper. She was tired, exhausted and sleep became rare. She spent more time watching the night sky, the stars and the moon, the shadows and realized that they were her only constant companion throughout her life. She didn't know if Tamlin had a busy schedule or if he had realized that Feyre became sick but he was barely there anymore.

Feyre Archeron was thirty-five years old when she watched the night sky during another sleepless night. She had lost her appetite and lost a lot of weight due to falling more and more and more sick. The dark circles under her eyes became constant, the whispering now a silent beckoning inside her. She was desperate, so desperate that she talked to the stars, promising that she would leave this manor, leave Tamlin and pick up painting again if she became healthy again. She promised to find a home, a real home. She tried to bargain for a little more life when she realized a spot on the clear night sky, between the stars, that felt empty. Like it was missing something. Feyre waved it away and went back to bed, a weird feeling of homesickness creeping over her.

Feyre Archeron was thirty-seven years old when the sickness exhausted her so much that she couldn't walk more than five minutes before taking a break. A trip to the bathing chambers felt like climbing a mountain, she was tired.

Feyre Archeron was thirty-eight years old when she looked into the mirror and didn't recognize herself. She was frail, weak, only skin and bone. Her hair was matte, already streaked with fine lines of silver. Death was near, watching over her. It wasn't death that scared her. It was the weird feeling of familiarity, the lack of fear that Death was so close, that scared her.

Feyre Archeron was thirty-nine years old when she became utterly bedridden. The only one who was watching after her was a healer but she didn't talk to Feyre. No one did. She was useless to them now, why would they bother with her? They waited for her to die. So did she. She was ready to go, ready to leave the world. To go home.

It was December twenty-first, an hour past midnight. Feyre Archeron was barely forty years old when her eyes went to the window. The curtains weren't closed but she couldn't see the night sky, a figure blocked her sight. Feyre smiled as her eyes locked with purple ones. Purple eyes shining with stars. A chance for Feyre to see the night sky one more time before she took her last breath. Tears welled in her own eyes, her smile not wavering, as she looked at him. Death. Her friend. Her lover.

"There you are, Feyre Darling." he said, his voice dark but smooth. He stepped forward, his hand resting on her face. Gentle. Death was gentle. "I've been waiting for you."

"I've never been alone, have I?" her voice was rough. Her throat hurt.

Death shook his head, his raven hair moving perfectly. "Never," he promised her. "I was always with you, my love." Death smiled his perfect smile. "It's time to go home."

"Home." she echoed, closing her eyes. Death didn't leave her side, he held her hand and smoothed her hair until the last breath had left her lips.

Home. Her friend. Her lover.

Rhysand

Feyre gripped his hand tightly but he didn't mind. He actually welcomed it. She was still disoriented, which was usual for souls that crossed the realm of the living to the dead. It was especially confusing for souls like Feyre, who didn't have any previous experience with human life. It was Feyre's very first life, that she had insisted on experiencing because she was curious. Forty years they were separated. It was nothing for an immortal, it was eternity for a male who was separated from the love of his life.

When they walked through tall double doors, Feyre's eyes went wide, watching the stars being so neat to her. He felt the wonder through their bond, the curiosity and the familiarity. This was her home. This was where she belonged. Her place in the midst of all the other stars was still empty, the stars seeming dull since she was gone. Feyre was the brightest star of them all, always was. Eternity never took her curiosity, her happiness. Rhysand had always admired her for this.

It would take Feyre quite some time until she was ready to take her spot again, that's why he took to another set of doors on the left, a door that led to his office.

Feyre stopped in her tracks when she took in the painting behind his desk. It was a painting that she had made for him a couple hundred years ago. It showed both Feyre and Rhys.

She stepped forward and read the plaque on the bottom of the painting. He knew what she found there, had read it already a million times since she got it for him. Double the amount since she started her human life on earth.

Death Incarnate and his Stars Eternal.

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[tiny012]

Calling Manga Usagi Selfish after you claim that you read all five arcs in the manga and trying to start shit is wild...

Child

This girl went to the damn center of the damn Galaxy to get her friends back.

She plunged herself into the center hoping desperately that their Crystals was still in tact.

And have the nerve to call her selfish???

I have spent the whole weekend being at awe over Usagi Tsukino in the manga.

At her strength

Her love

Her kindness

Her compassion

Her drive

Her will

The way she loves so deep for people she loves.

The way she will give up everything to protect the people she loves.

The people she loves is the reason why she is the Senshi of love and Justice.

She is doing this not to save the world but to protect the ones she holds dear.

Galaxia was throwing EVERYTHING at her to beat her down.

To defeat her in order to get her crystal and for her and Chaos to go at it.

Every Psychological trick in the book and she still kept going to get her friends back.

She was pretty much having PTSD and depression thanks to Gal.

But to say she's selfish??

Because yall still trying to prop up a version that if wasn't for a damn moon stick that was going to get fucking cancelled?

Meanwhile the Manga was thriving and making bank?

That the concepts that Naoko brought into the manga went so over some people's head that you can't understand them but think the shit the 90's anime did was a stoke of genius?

Oh they got more character development than the manga!

Because being a bitch to someone for no damn reason is character development.

Hell they couldn't do their damn jobs in the 90's anime for shit when a enemy come meanwhile in the manga they pick up on a new enemy when something simple as a fucking eclipse or a metor happens or a child that falls from the sky they are on it like hot rice.

It's doesn't take 35 to 40 episodes for them to be on the top of their shit when it comes to a new enemy attacking the world. That they can't do a simple reconnaissance mission to get intel for shit.

Hell the villain themselves on the top of their game and know what the fuck they are looking for and how to get it.

Just look at Galaxia in the whole Stars Arc. She knew who Usagi and her fam was and her people in place to get the crystals. It was no looking all around fucking Tokyo for 30 -35 episodes looking for this shit. They had their shit together which why it took Usagi and them by surprise.

It damn doesn't take them telling Usagi 50 million times they she need to focus on defeating the enemy when Manga Usagi is ready for the enemy to fuck around and find out when it comes to her friends. She grows as leader, fighter and has plenty of gotdamn sense.

They know what the fuck they are doing in the manga.

They can go shopping or to the lastest Starlight concert after Chaos lastest incarnation is defeated.

Like fuck

If she really wanted to she really could have ended the series with Usagi going to cauldron and us not know what the fuck happen to no one.

She really could have ended like a Greek / Shakespeare tragedy.

But she didn't.

But to call her work that started all of this trash?

Bitch fucking please.

Go watch your 200 episodes and leave the rest of us who enjoys the lore, characters, storytelling, fast paceness, and art of manga alone.

#Tanya rants about SM

[notedgyanymore]

Lmk x Ninjago crossover prompt

Some important information before I start fully explaining the idea! The Ninjago side of the story takes place in Japan, and its lore is modified to fit lmk's version of Journey to the West, meaning that the characters’ power comes from local gods, not spinjitzu and even though the ninjas are still considered legendary warriors in their own right, they are not that well known outside of Japan and are considerably weaker than the lmk cast, who are just starting to become globally recognizable, especially with the return of Sun Wukong who is already world-renowned.

( Sorry for nerfing the ninjas 😢)

Also Qi Xiaotian and MK are different people in this universe.

Qi Xiaotian is the harbinger of chaos, when his stone was found, it was seen only as a bad omen that needed to be dealt with immediately, so the Jade emperor called upon the help of Sun Wukong and ordered the complete destruction of the stone, so the presumably malicious being could never be born. Even with the similarities to his own origins, Wukong could still see the signs that something was wrong, that this creature wasn’t naturally formed like he was. With much thought, he comes to a conclusion that it was best to comply and accept this mission. The monkey king quickly ground the stone into a fine powder, for there was no sympathy for that which has never lived and never will live, or that’s what he thought. When resurrecting the Six-Eared Macaque, Lady Bone Demon didn't ask for her freedom in return, no, she asked for something seemingly much more innocent, the macaque only needed to do one thing, to fix a broken stone, to give an opportunity to a child to live. It was difficult to refuse, and it took centuries, but with the help of his lantern, he was able to locate every single grain spread by Wukong each containing a piece of the dormant soul, and with that, the stone monkey Qi Xiaotian was finally able to be born!

Xiaotian wasn't purposely fed lies, but unfortunately for him, his guardian didn't know better, and assumptions ended up being made, and a poor kid grew up believing that his own family didn't want him around.

Mk has a similar start in life, but with some key differences. His name is actually Michio Kajiya born as the fraternal twin brother of Kai the Red Ninja. He caught the unfortunate attention of the celestial realm right after birth as he was in possession of a “defective soul” that was never meant to be incarnated in the first place and wasn't defined as being celestial, human, or demonic, thus being unable to be accessed by the underworld, meaning that MK’s name is not on the book of death either, moreover, his being was incredibly susceptible to influences around him, which meant that under the right/wrong guidance he could be molded to become anything and to hold any power needed.

Once again, the celestial realm told Sun Wukong to get rid of the problem, however, this time he was unable to finish the job. Michio unlike Xiaotian was already alive and wasn't destined for anything malign, so the monkey king took pity on the boy, hiding him in China under his watchful eye. There was now a destiny that belonged to Mk a path to greatness, as monkey king was slowly influencing him to take his power, so later he could become his apprentice.

Qi Xiaotian and MK are rivals, contrary to the show, Macaque does not go after MK, leaving that to Xiaotian. Basically, Xiaotian torments MK and Macaque torments Sun Wukong.

Xiaotian dislikes Mk because he is under the impression that he's related to monkey king and that Mk has been given a position that should rightfully belong to him, additionally, he is also Mei's childhood friend from before she moved to Megapolis, has a huge unrequited crush on her, and is incredibly jealous of the relationship that she currently has with MK. Surprisingly, this antagonism subsides with the arrival of the ninjas in China. In the middle of battle, Garmadon (who is working with LBD) reveals to Kai and his friends that his brother Michio was stolen by a demon right after birth and now lives in China. Obviously, Garmadon isn't trustworthy, but Kai needed to be sure if it was true that his brother was indeed alive and well. There in China, they enlist the help of a friendly monkey demon who swears to help them in their journey. Meanwhile, Xiaotian is questioning his worldview now that he knows that MK didn't steal his destiny but was instead stolen from his family.

Bonus information! Yep there is more!

Lady Bone Demon's plan is to use Qi Xiaotian to end the world, and Mk is her backup, cuz even though his soul is more defined than it was before, he can still wield the power of others under the right conditions.

I don't have a defined timeline for which season of Ninjago this is taking place, but I'm thinking about a hybrid timeline in which the ninjas are older and the same age as the LMK's characters, but the plot is about them battling against Garmadon for golden weapons.

Lloyd is the same age as the other ninjas.

Garmadon in this universe was killed by Master Wu, and it was brought back by LBD.

LBD has asked Garmadon to bring her the golden weapons to use on her mech however, he totally wants to betray her and keep the weapons for himself.

Shipping time!

Pigsy and Tang are married and are MK’s adoptive parents.

Xiaotian falls in love with Lloyd after getting over the fact that Mei doesn't like him back. (He likes green, I guess.)

Mk, I would ship with Red Son cuz I like spicynoodles

And maybe a bit of Mei x Nya 🤔 or some subtle shadowpeach.

I'm aware that no one is going to read this, but I need to get it out of my system so this Au will stop assaulting my brain in the middle of the night when I'm trying to sleep.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #ninjago #crossover #lmk fic prompt #lmk au #lmk x ninjago

[authordanielleforrest]

Fated Mates of the Drakoan: Episode 1

He stared down at a list of names, the information in front of him overwhelming. Name after name stared back at him, along with country of origin, popularity, pronunciation, spelling variants, and so much more. He nearly growled with frustration. 

You just need to pick one.

It felt weird, just picking a name like this. He’d been putting this off, just going by “commander” when talking with the human ships, but that wasn’t exactly a long-term solution. He had to pick a name if he wanted to interact with humans with any regularity. They didn’t have the oral capacity to pronounce many Drakonian names, and from what he could tell, it was a time-honored tradition for foreigners on Earth to pick local names. And he supposed it was easier to learn to identify with a name people could pronounce than to wince every time people butchered your birth name.

With resignation, he scrolled down with his eyes closed and tapped his finger on the screen, then peeked one eye open.

Davin.

“I guess I’m Davin now.” He sighed and switched screens on his monitor, returning to the impetus that had finally forced him to pick a name—the situation with Earth. His fleet and the remainder of the human military ships surrounding the planet had been trying to contact Earth command for days now, too many days, and they were growing concerned.

No, that wasn’t true. They had long passed the point of “concerned.” No one said it, but he could see the panic rising in the eyes of the captains of the other ships when they had their conference calls.  Everyone was worried.  No one knew what was going on down there.

As he continued reviewing what little information they had, he tried to reassure himself that everything was probably fine. From what they could tell, those last bombs, the ones that had turned the tides of the conflict, had also deactivated or destroyed every satellite in orbit. He could communicate with the other ships, but his records indicated that a massive amount of the Earth’s communication systems relied on that satellite network that was now defunct.

His comm buzzed, startling him and jerked his mind away from his concerns for the people of Earth. “Damn it,” he said, copying a common Earth phrase he’d learned while watching their media back home. He’d grown up with it. The streaming services had set up shop on Koa for the human colony there, but it had quickly become quite popular among the Drakoans as well.

Davin looked down at his bracer, internally groaning when his sister’s name scrolled across the screen. He tapped answer, and the bracer interfaced with his desk, putting the video up on the monitor. She smiled at him in that enigmatic way she had, and he knew something was up. 

He sighed. “What did you do?”

She clutched her chest, pretending to be offended. Light glinted off pale red scales she’d clearly spent a sizable portion of the day polishing and primping to perfection. “Me? I can’t believe you’d say such a thing.”

Davin didn’t speak, instead crossing his arms and waiting for the inevitable confession. He was reminded of why he spent so much time away from home. His family was chaos incarnate and joining the military had been the only way to get a little peace in his life.

Of course, chaos could never let peace reign for long, and today was no different.

Eventually, she gave up the pretense. “It wasn’t me.” She looked away from the camera, her gaze roving around the room, and he just knew she was trying to come up with some excuse that would shift the blame away from one of her nightmarish kids. Because why else would she be calling? It certainly wasn’t to talk to him. “My son was playing in your room earlier today.”

Davin’s entire body went tense, and he saw red. “My room is off limits. You know that.” It took everything in him to keep still. He wanted to yell, to pace, but a fit of anger wouldn’t solve anything, especially not with his family. 

“Oh, you know kids. Can’t keep them out of anything,” she said, waving her hand in dismissal.

Yeah, especially when you unlock the door for the little monsters.

He could just see it now. His nephew had probably been whining and generally being a pain, and instead of actually parenting him, she’d bribed him with exploring the forbidden, aka his uncle’s locked room. “What happened?”

She held up an action figure that was currently missing an arm. “It was an accident.”

Davin ground his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to regain control.

Anger doesn’t solve anything. Besides, you can’t strangle her over a comm.

He opened them again and forced words out through gritted teeth. “That… was a Star Wars Limited Edition. I bought it when I was ten.” It was one of his most prized possessions. Growing up, he’d been obsessed with Star Wars. There had been other “Science Fiction” shows and movies to watch, but many had steered a little too close to the familiar, a little too close to home. But Star Wars? Star Wars was different. It involved special powers and the ultimate fight of good vs. evil. For a little boy, the idea of playing around with a light sword and moving things with your mind? Pure magic.

As he’d grown older, he’d started collecting. It was hard coming by these things, partially because he lived on another planet and partially because Star Wars was a very old franchise and thus a fairly niche one. Not everyone had even heard of it, and that made wanting to collect all things Star Wars even more important to him. He couldn’t enthuse about it with his friends, and so he’d thrust those impulses into his treasures.

As he’d grown up, those impulses had matured, and eventually, they’d even been part of the reason he’d decided to join the military. The idea of being like the Jedis was appealing to him. He liked the idea of being a hero, of being on the front lines, of maybe even being the only thing between peace and war. 

She waved her hand again. “I know how much you like your silly Star something or ‘nother, but he didn’t mean it. It was just an accident.”

He looked away.

There she goes again. Opens her mouth and suddenly I’m pissed.

“It wasn’t an accident,” he ground out. “It shouldn’t have been within his reach. The door was locked for good reason. I don’t want anyone touching my things. You know this.”

“Oh, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Isn’t it? You encourage him to violate someone’s privacy, their personal space, then you try to prevent him from having consequences when he damages another person’s property, which is a crime, by the way.”

She glared at him, her expression growing calculating. “Do I have to get mom on the line?”

For a split second, his heart lurched in his chest, his immediate reaction of panic setting in before he could control it. “Mom” was the ultimate authority, and each of his generation wielded it like a finely hewn weapon to be unleashed with ruthlessness. “You’re lucky I don’t have the time for this. Lives are on the line, and I need to go,” he said, changing the subject.

“Aren’t they always?” A slight smirk tipped her lips. “Well, I said what I intended to say. I’ll catch you later.”

She ended the call, and he fell back in his seat with a groan, palm covering his eyes. “Family sucks.” A part of him wished he could go home and inspect his room. What else had the little monster got into while he was breaking things? Just thinking about the possibilities sent anxiety spiking through him.

I need to upgrade my locks.

He took several deep breaths, then pulled up the messenger app on his desk. 

Hello, Mom. Can you upgrade the locks on my room? And this time, don’t give my sister a key. My nephew got in there again.

He hit send and let out a deep breath. “It’s so much easier to talk to her over text,” he said, shaking his head and chuckling at the contradictions. He loved his mom, loved his family, but most of the time, he needed at least a few hundred thousand miles between them just to stay sane.  

“Now, where was I?” He checked the open screens on his computer. “Right,” he said, staring at information that had started to blur together and almost make less sense the more he reviewed it. And the longer the problem persisted, the tighter the knots in his stomach grew. The unknown was a terrible thing, and knowing that the fate of an entire planet, an entire species, was unknown? He didn’t even want to think about what all could be going on down there. It was too much to contemplate.

Knock, knock, knock.

He looked up at his office door. “Enter.”

His second in command stepped in, shoulders pulled back and chin high. Behind him, his tail was perfectly still, speaking to the reserved presence he was known for.

“Have you picked a human name yet?” 

“Van,” he said with a nod, his line of a mouth growing even thinner. It was the closest thing to a frown he’d ever seen on the man.

“Good. Have we heard from the humans again?”

“I talked with the Captain of the USS Venture.”

“And?” Davin leaned forward, eager for news. They’d come to back up Earth’s defenses from an alien invasion days ago, only to find destruction. A shiver ran up his spine as he remembered the devastation. A massive debris field had cluttered the space around the planet, with only a handful of human ships still registering on the bridge’s display. Around those ships, countless unidentified orange dots had surrounded them, and for a heart-stopping moment, he’d wondered if his fleet had arrived too late.

But moments later, an explosion had detonated unlike anything he’d ever seen. His people were mostly peaceful, keeping to themselves, keeping a standing military exclusively for defensive purposes. He’d never seen anything like it. He’d believed it impossible. That is, until that blindingly white light had blotted out their cameras and shorted their displays, throwing the room into perfect darkness. 

They’d scrambled to get their systems back online while fearing for their allies. With no working cameras, sensors, or comms, all they’d had was their imaginations to fill in the blanks on what had happened. It wasn’t until later, when they’d reestablished contact with the other ships, that they’d learned that Earth Command had detonated a nuclear bomb. 

Many nuclear bombs.

“The satellites are a lost cause,” Van said, interrupting Davin’s thoughts.

“Oh?” he said, tuning back into the conversation. It had been easy of late to let his mind wander. There were just too many unknowns in this situation, and he didn’t like it. His mind wanted to run through tactics and scenarios, plan out strategies for each potential eventuality, but the possibilities were limitless and there was only so much time.

“The Venture’s Captain sent shuttles to investigate if they could salvage any of the satellites, but a significant percentage of them have already lost geostationary orbit. Many more will require extensive repair and some, they haven’t been able to find. He thinks they were destroyed in the blasts.”

Davin nodded. “And that means there’s no hope of communicating with Earth?”

In an uncharacteristic expression of emotion, Van sighed. “It means communication is more… difficult. As we’ve been able to confirm, their communications systems are designed around those satellites. But the captain’s also concerned that there could be broader issues at play.”

“Like?”

“The planet’s gone dark.”

Davin tensed. “Gone dark?”

“Yes. During their investigations, shuttles that traveled to the night side of the planet reported no electrical lighting visible from space.”

Meaning they’ve lost power.

“So,” Davin said, “even if we had the satellites up and running, there’s no guarantee anyone could respond.”

“That was my conclusion as well,” Van said with a nod of respect.

“Contact the human captains again. I want a conference call.”

“You have a plan?” Van asked.

“When do I not?”

Van paused, waiting for the explanation he knew was coming.

“Someone has to go down to Earth, reestablish contact. Without the satellites, there’s no way to even try to do it from here.” He shook his head, worry for the humans intensifying. What was happening down there? Were they okay? And had any of the enemy managed to slip past them before the blasts?  He hadn’t really thought of that yet, but it was possible, right?  There was no guarantee all the enemy had been destroyed.  Anything could be going on down there.  Nothing was outside the realm of possibility at this point.

“And you intend it to be us.”

Davin nodded. “I do.” He couldn’t imagine doing it any other way. Maybe it was a failing of his, but he’d always believed if you wanted something done right, you didn’t ask someone else to do it.

“They could shoot at us. They just fought off an alien invasion. You know how humans can be.”

He did. He’d seen enough human movies and shows to know sometimes their modus operandi was “shoot first, ask questions later,” but he didn’t care. The humans needed help, and he wanted to help them. 

And there was no one he trusted to do that more than his own people.

#alien x human #alien romance #dragon #serial fiction

[bluebedo]

James Potter's Top 10 People

James and Remus

Gayest bromance in the world

James layed his eyes on Remus and immediately went "I want to marry him"

Definitely snogged at least once

Constant jokes about them running off together, so much some students don't believe it's a joke

Remus, deadpan: Of course Lily would go out with you, you're an extremely attractive guy.

James, also deadpan: Careful. Say that again and I may have to shag you, right here and now.

James and Sirius

Chaotic father and idiot son energy

Probably scared away all of Sirius' past relationships like an overprotective dad

Best giver of the worst advice

The person who took him in and cared for him no matter what, whether it be his parents kicking him out, him being gay, or anything in the world. He's always there for his son.

James: You better have a good reason for coming home this late.

Sirius: I was putting dungbombs outside of the Slytherin portrait so when they all leave their common room tomorrow morning they're bombarded with them.

James, on the verge of tears: That's my boy.

James and Peter

Big brother energy

James basically adopted Peter as his younger brother when they were about 5 and he realised Peter had no friends or anything.

Best wingman for a lost cause

Play-wrestling constantly

Bought Peter his first alcohol and let him drink it when he was 15 and James had just turned 16.

Peter, nervous about becoming an animagus for the first time: When Remus turns into a werewolf his bones become all weird and sore because of how he changes shape. So will the same happen to us as animagi since it's basically the same process?

James, crossing his toes: I don't know man, but look at what my feet can do.

James and Lily

Enemies to lovers, basically

Both felt immediate mum energy over Sirius so we're jealous of each other, and said jealousy turned into rivalry

Always in love but only realised it when they got into a fight after a Quidditch match in 6th year and James instinctively kissed her.

Sirius calls them his mum and dad

They're each other's biggest cheerleader and rival

James: Good luck on your exam, your hair looks amazing today, I love you with every bone in my body, and I'm the favourite parent because you suck beyond all measures. Ciao!

Lily, in shock and watching James walk away without another word:

James and Marlene

Rivals who didn't turn into lovers because Marlene rejected him immediately since she's gay.

She was his first crush at school, and he was her first nuisance.

When he found out she was a lesbian he tried to hook her up with basically every girl who gave him any queer energy at all.

Best players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and most enthusiastic.

James: If I was any object, I think I'd be a screwdriver. I don't know why, though

Marlene: I do. Its because you're a massive tool.

James and Mary

Fake-rivals due to their shared love for Lily (though Mary's is platonic)

Mary and Lily have a similar relationship to Remus and James, so James and Mary practically fight for Lily's love.

Both own fake swords that they often pretend to fight with.

She wants to be a nurse and he's absolute chaos incarnate, as well as too stubborn to go to Madam Pomfrey, so she often practices medicinal potions in him

Mary, pressing a fake sword to James' throat: My name is Mary Catherine MacDonald. You stole my wife. Prepare... To die!

James, who just woke up from sleeping on the common room couch: ...Dad?

James and McGonagall

Co-parents of Sirius Black

If James is ever worried about Sirius he goes straight to McGonagall.

He's a saint to her since he keeps Sirius in check during her lessons.

McGonagall was the one to recommend him as headboy to Dumbledore, and James has basically been in love ever since.

James, watching Sirius try setting fire to Snape's hair in charms class: They grow up so fast.

McGonagall, who's covering the class for a sick Flitwick: Mr Potter! Are you not going to do anything?

James: ...Sirius, stop that right now!

James and the Prewett Twins

The Prewett Twins basically took all the marauders under their wing when they joined, but James especially connected with them.

His favourite is Fabian, but only because his name is better.

He once charmed his hair bright orange for a day in 3rd year to match them before Lily began incessantly teasing him about being in love with her.

He's honestly taught them more magic than they taught him.

Gideon, high: Have you ever wondered why frogs?

Fabian, also high: Dude! I thought the exact same thing.

James, 12, trying to be cool around his awesome upper classmates: Yeah. Frogs. They're... Green?

James and Regulus

It's more of a relationship from afar where they just nod at each other in the hallways and have certain secret stares that mean certain things.

James got worried for Regulus after Sirius was kicked out, so started silently checking in on him like this.

HUGE soft spot for Reggie, possible childhood crush

Regulus told him something was wrong through their looks one day, and James convinced Sirius to go talk to him. That's the day they found out Regulus was forced to get the dark mark.

Regulus, staring at James from across the hall and secretly telling him about what a horrible Christmas:

James, staring right back at Regulus in horror: That bitch!

Sirius, who was eating his porridge besides James, oblivious to what was going on: I don't know who we're talking about, but you're so right.

James and Euphemia

Places the utmost trust in her

Absolute best mums ever, both probably have mugs saying, “Number 1# mum” and “Number 2# mug”

James has the number 2 one, which is the same as his mums only he crossed out 1 and put 2

Basically the same person only James has his father’s horrible memory

James, sipping from his “Second best mum” cup and watching Sirius: I’m so good at raising kids

Euphemia, sipping from her “Best mum” cup and side-eyeing James: I’m not.

#james potter #james & peter & remus & sirius #mwpp era #marauders era #marauders hc #remus and james #sirius and james #Peter and james #lily and james #marlene mckinnon #james x lily #Jily #james x regulus #Minor sort of in the background #James potter is the mum of the group #prewett twins #i love him sm #james x remus #can i say that? #I'm saying it cos they did snog and noone can prove me wrong #Remus was James' awakening even if James never realised he was pan #incorrect hp quotes #I made them up but ig I'm right

[melusine0811]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Fourteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Rose Tyler, Thirteenth Doctor, Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Fourteenth Doctor (Doctor Who) Additional Tags: Regeneration (Doctor Who), From Thirteen to Fourteen?, Tenteenth?, Ten the third?, What's his face, That beanpole who keeps showing up at BBC studios, Fluff and Angst, Full Regeneration scene, Telepathic Bond, I don't want to go, Haha guess what bitches I'm back, But with Rose present, Time Lord Telepathy (Doctor Who) Series: Part 2 of Chaos Verse Read now on Ao3 Summary:

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This is the full regeneration of the Thirteenth Doctor to the Tenth!Fourteenth Doctor, but with Rose present. This is now part of the canon of my story "When the Chaos Calls Me Out." You don't have to have read it to understand this, but it is recommended because there are a few things mentioned.

Obvious spoilers for The Power of the Doctor.

I hope it continues to portray my love for Jodie and how she played the Thirteenth Doctor. Before everyone gets obsessed with having our beloved Space Man back whenever the new episodes come out, let's please remember that Jodie changed everything. She brought representation for women in the role of the Doctor, and she brought representation of the LGBTQIA+ community. She was color, and she was light. She was energy and she was love.

While I love Ten's era the most and he's also my favorite, Jodie is MY Doctor, because she represents me.

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The light is coming. 

It whispers her name…it always has.

Now, intricate and ethereal phosphenes and spinning galaxies whirl through her vision as though she were a child again, pressing on her eyelids with the heels of her hands, counting down the days when she’d get to travel in time and space.

They’re manifested by her consciousness, this time though.

Her vision is blurred, like looking through droplets dragged down glass.

Each burst of light bubbling, rippling up her skin and into her periphery; each crawling snarl of pressure, each pulse in her muscles, each grasp by gnarled hands, and each alternating, fluttering palpitation of her hearts scream out that it’s time for change.

The gasp of regenerative hemoglobin pulsing through her veins due to the Master’s violent act is much like an allergic reaction— like a rash, only add dynamite instead of red, itchy bumps. 

It gets more painful every time, standing on this precipice and refusing to fall in. 

The manifestations of her consciousness- some of her most outspoken incarnations one could say—had just gotten done telling her NOT to regenerate, and now she’s being left with no choice.

She’s being forced to the edge of that cliff anyway, skidding past all of them and giving a tiny wave and a powerless shrug as they continue to alternate between forms, shaking their head.

Still, having her first ‘Doctor-shaped’ incarnation there, grabbing his snappy lapels and telling her to hold it off was a bit odd given their last encounter—like he was still very much against the whole regenerating business (but he’d still yank out a lifeline in a pinch).

She’s losing hope. She needs more time. More time. Why is it that she can’t ever get more time when she really needs it? She’s a TIME LORD for Rassilon’s sake. Her designated occupation is gift wrapping Time to the rest of the universe, but she always gets tangled in its thorny trap on her own. Like she’s breathing life into the cosmos, reducing her own existence until she’s degenerated to that warped, jagged timeline in the mangled TARDIS on Trenzalore, all those centuries ago—because what was she, really?

She’s always managed to make this process bloody complicated by purposely holding it off, though. Like sticking her finger inside the spout of a shaken can of soda, watching as it trembles heedlessly with potentiality.

Like a bomb that’s not only suppressed, it’s expanded and gone nuclear.

This incarnation had felt so much different. It had been brilliance, and colour. So much lighter than carrying the burdens of her other bodies. It had almost felt easier to bear. She’d been able to laugh and smile easier. To love more readily.

And she had. This incarnation was special. 

Partially because she’d been the one reunited with Rose Tyler— and this was the incarnation still carrying her scent on her skin.

Her mind works in overdrive again, just like the first time she had regenerated in front of her. What if Rose didn’t love the person on the other side of this? Of course, that was ridiculous, Rose had gotten over the last time this happened fairly quickly. And yet, she had rejected that incarnation at first….

As she stands limp in Rose’s arms, Rose leaning heavily on the TARDIS console for support, she’s helpless.

She’d had just enough strength to say goodbye to Yaz. Enough resolve…but then it had broken her. And it has broken Rose, too— Yaz was like a sister.

But it’s much like the universe is serving her an eviction notice. Again. Get out of that body, or else.

She feels sick. Her flesh feels like it’s no longer her own… she’s being forced to give it to someone else. Like it’s smudged onto someone else’s canvas, and she’s no longer in control of the brush.

She’s sick with sadness, sick with worry, sick with the energetic phenomenon that’s happening to her body, sick with this fever, sick with exhaustion…

And sick with the knowledge if who inhabited and completely changed the blueprints of this body, even temporarily. She feels dirty, tainted—he had worn her clothes. Her coat, and her earring. Her shirt, with the rainbow of hope across her chest. Her skin is already burning from being the Master, even a brief period, his hatred suffocating her. She had BEEN the Master. For the first time, she understood. Because sometimes the night falls and doesn’t stop unravelling. 

And at times in her life, she hadn’t been that far off from him. The warrior. The one-time Destroyer of Worlds, as Davros had once said, as she remembers the timeline where she had left a trail of Gallifrey all across the Medusa Cascade.

And she had FELT herself screaming at the TARDIS, and to Yaz, and then to Rose.

And all of this had happened in a glass booth, no less. The irony was almost as suffocating as the terror clawing up her back..

What if she regenerated into HIM again?  

First of all, he would kill Rose, now that they were alone. Or he would enslave her and make the Doctor—still in his consciousness—watch.

He would take over her TARDIS. 

She has to get a grip on herself, and start examining logic. It is going to be just like every other time.

Maybe she could tell the TARDIS… or signal to Rose if that if something bad happened, to remember the TARDIS always looks after the Doctor and her companions. 

She can’t speak, words are torn from her mouth like useless birds, rising with a violence against the original translation.  How she’s feeling now involves transfer across a spatial dimension, across territory that is currently hijacked, and she is helpless to do anything about it.

She asks Rose telepathically to remind the TARDIS to look after the next one— as though she needed to ask. However she’s robbed from saying it out loud, which would give it agency…more sincerity, transferring it into the performative.

She is waiting for the moment that she can’t hold it off any longer and the ancient instinct etched in her DNA starts to erupt. But not yet. Not with Rose’s lips against her ear, whispering reassurances. Not with her soft fingers in her hair.

Not with the taste of her skin still fresh on the Doctor’s lips from the previous night. Not with the press of her shape, and how the planes and curves of this body fit oh, so beautifully together with Rose’s. Not with the dance between their two bodies nearly written in the stars.

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#doctor who #thirteen x rose #ten x rose #fourteen x rose #doctor x rose #the power of the doctor #regeneration #doctor who fanfiction

[chocoenvy]

With all this talk of card & board games, now I'm just imagining the reader laughing maniacally and going "FOOLS! When it comes to games of card & board, I am the incarnation of CHAOS! Look upon me in TERROR!" and playing not to win, but specifically to screw everyone else over. Meanwhile the Abyss is just off to the sidelines, watching in awe.

chronically thinking of Lumine (or Aether) watching from the sidelines with puppy dog eyes like "wooooah!!! they're killing them!!! that's so cool!!!"

Reader being the harbinger of chaos got me <3 tho IK I BRING UP NINGGUANG IN EVERY ONE OF THESE BUT SHE'S GOOD AT BOARD GAMES OKAY? SHE MADE HER OWN-

Ningguang being very calm and trying to win the game and you're quiet about it at first... but she notices you're targeting her. I think she'd end up targeting you back, throwing away her initial goal of winning against everyone else, no she wants to win against you.

And everyone else you're playing with catches on and just... watches... like even though they're still playing it really becomes a two person game because the two of you are going AT IT. It's honestly kinda beautiful everyone else would feel bad for interrupting.

Targeting your faves and them wondering what they did to upset you. Nothing. They did nothing to upset you they're just really cute trying to figure out what your game plan is.

That's the thing with chaos, everyone assumes you have a motive. You don't. The only motive is to get a good laugh and see the panic and confusion on everyone's faces.

You just like to have a good time.

Tartaglia and Venti support you in your goals for chaos, who knows if they're playing with you they might just start targeting you. But as long as you get to your goal of tripping someone up then you suppose it was worth it.

#choco.asks #imagining reader purposfully drawing cards like YES YES YES YES #getting ALL the wild cards in uno so they can FUCK whoever over #i love them <3

[beezonia]

Some more stuff for the Frost family au!

Mainly character stuff with a bit of lore.

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Holly (Marie-Mistle) Davis - Scott’s Cousin

Holly and Scott don’t talk that much anymore but they still do keep in touch every now and again.

Their mothers were not on the best terms and that leads Holly to try bridge the gap between her and Scott whenever their together so they don’t end up like them.

She’s the younger one about 34/5 I think Scott’s like mid 40s idk

Also holly is pansexual

She’s a music teacher, and loves the kids to death and is always happy to help with any problems the teens may have

She’s selfless, really selfless and it means sometimes she forgets to take care of herself

Also a bit of a klutz

Holly is also a part time mechanic at her dads (Victor) garage, Victor taught her everything she knows about cars and machinery

A brunette always has hair hair in a short bob, hates her blue eyes because she had always wanted her mothers greyish ones

She’s about 5’6, Holly gets her height from her dad

Fun fact her parents are divorced but are on good terms with each other.

Victor remarried and Holly loves her stepmom Andrea

Toby Sinclair - Holly’s fiancé

He’s a literal golden retriever and is bisexual

So kind and charming, loves Shakespeare and is a huge theatre nerd

Can be serious when he needs to be but other then that he’s a huge goof

Can be a bit stupid sometimes (he was actually tempted to become a maths teacher)

He met Holly when he started to teach a the high school she was working at and they became fast friends and two years after started to date

6’4 blonde and has these beautiful brown eyes (holly does get extremely jealous over this)

Eldest sibling, his sisters Donna and Becky are chaos when they come visit him

Doesn’t know about Scott being Santa but does have his suspicions about it when they come to the Np

Thinks Scott is a bit awkward but they do get along quite well with each other

But Toby is happy if Holly is happy

He’s honestly just happy he gets to spend the rest of his life with this beautiful kind woman and meet her estranged cousin who happenstance be santa

Now for my elf babies

Celeste is the eldest at about 1500 years old, then Babs at 1435 the twins are both 1390 and are the youngest

Celeste is a mother hen she’s very stoic but does care about her little family and her big family of elves

5’7 and has really curly hair she’s a brunette but always has her red streaks in her hair she’s a lesbian

She bakes the best best cinnamon buns and the cookies are always delicious

Babs is always thinking of ways to improve things, although slightly impulsive and quick to jump to conclusions she means well

She’s one of the best makers, Santa said so himself at some point Babs can’t remember when it was

You can always find her with her trusty goggles and a spanner

She’s got short genes (5’3) and her hair is exactly the same it’s always messy and is like a mix between a deep purple and a dark blue

Babs is bisexual

The twins are chaos incarnate

If you lock eyes with one of them you’re their next target for pranks

Both blonde Connie’s hair is curly and Scrapps is maybe bald or just has thin hair (he had a Mohawk phase once and Bernard cried when he saw it)

Connie loves designing outfits for the little dolls

Whilst Scrapp is always tinkering with toys to get them to be more chaotic and fun

Connie is non binary and Scrapp is gay!

Their both about 5’5 and not a day goes by when they piss of babs for making short jokes

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Now for some story stuff

These four elves get assigned to watch over Jack, if they manage to make sure he stays on track and show that he has changed by Christmas their little group (Elf Protection Society) becomes an official Squad to help Christmas go smoothly.

They don’t expect Jack to fall in love with Santa’s cousin who they call mom every now and again. ALONG WITH HER FIANCÉ THEY KNEW NOTHING ABOUT.

Holly does frequently visit the np sometimes and has bonded with the elves that reside there so they call her mom every now and again

So now their spending more time with Jack, Holly and Toby the seven of them are now their own tiny family (or that’s what Babs says)

And the four elves are just watching the chaos that is Jack and Holly flirting with Toby (who’s getting more and more flustered with each pick up line)

Then they also have to make sure Jack doesn’t do anything to drastic with this new found love (and power) he has.

Whilst Scott watches the guy who nearly ruined his life flirt with the cousin he wants to protect and does not like it. Yes we are getting protective Scott in this because i said so

Jack spends more time with the four elves who are looking after him, forming a bond with them all

He realises that he has a family now and won’t admit it out loud but he likes it.

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@Imelodie

#the santa clause #the santa clauses #the santa clause au #the santa clause ocs #jack frost #bernard the elf #curtis the elf #carol calvin #scott calvin #frost family au

[lugiepie]

chimera logs meet the characters bc i feel like i need to explain just how screwed up everyone is in this au

1. colonel gary jasons

-always seems very bored or apathetic

-claus’ sole caretaker

-can speak to and understand the other chimeras but doesn’t like to talk to them because they are terrible

-used to work at the thunder tower before he was randomly transferred to the chimera lab and assigned to claus

-very good at hiding his true feelings when taking to people

-also just very sneaky in general

-things that he wants to happen just miraculously work out in his favor and he’s gotten good at noticing when and why

-takes the above to mean that he can just do whatever he wants and not have major consequences

-sometimes has these moments where he wakes up and has a flashback of his past that doesn’t correspond with what he thinks his past was like, thinks he’s going crazy

-really wants to quit his job and oh boy has he tried

-very wary of his coworkers and doesn’t take any of them seriously, can sorta tell something’s weird (like how they all have the same bad taste in music)

-is the only colonel in the entire pigmask army for right now and has zero clue as to why

-is 19 but thinks he’s like 25 or something because for some reason he doesn’t remember his age

-deborah was partially his idea, as he wanted someone else to have to watch over claus for a change, and as such he calls her his daughter

-not allowed to leave the lab for “legal reasons” but he does so anyway and usually takes claus because they’re both bored as hell

2. captain maxwell bates (or just captain max because he stresses to literally everyone that that’s what he’s called)

-strict 18 year old dingus who is the facilitator for a lot of bad business decisions on dr.andonuts’ part (he was the one who thought the horseantulas were a good idea)

-has worked at the chimera lab just as long as gary, but was instead transferred from the clayman factory just south of thunder tower

-likes to prank/bully gary because he too is very bored but he is incredibly bad at it

-claus hates him and he takes this incredibly personally

-really bad at math and dyslexic but for some reason is the best person on the entire nowhere islands at budgeting

-also really likes to nag gary about how much property damage he causes and has been keeping tabs on him for a good few months now

-hates all of the chimeras except deborah because she’s tiny (for now) and can’t break any of his bones (yet) and also tolerates claus because he has to and because he thinks claus is the most dangerous chimera

-obsessed with dcmc at an unhealthy level

-is around the lab less often than gary, and by that i mean he can actually leave without straight up breaking out or coming up with a convoluted reason to leave

3. claus (aka “kid” or “idiot”)

-only trusts gary and max since they’re the only people he’s ever met to not try to tranquilize him on sight

-sucks at psi and uses pk thunder (bee gay dunda) to wreak havoc when he’s EXTRA bored and 99% of the time he burns himself in the process

-has almost killed gary like four times now because he uses him as a punching bag/stress relief human

-is convinced gary is his biological dad, much to gary’s dismay

-is incredibly dumb and has zero social awareness, but is very nosy and likes to steal stuff whenever he can (especially from dr. andonuts)

-doesn’t speak except to gary, which even then is very rare and limited

-all of the other chimeras hate him because he won’t shut up and stop trying to talk to them

-chaos incarnate

-most mornings wakes up and forgets where he is

-likes to copy people because it makes them mad, or in his mind gets them to play with him (most people try chasing him or straight up slapping him)

-breaks his cybernetics at least twice every week

-wants to kill dr. andonuts SO BADDDDDDDDD

-throws forks at the wall when he isn’t passing time by causing chaos, annoying people, or blowing things up with his lighting hands

-zones out A LOT

-deborah is like his dog/big sister and conveniently can handle his absurd physical strength

4. dr. andonuts

-wants to die

-stuck in burnout

-knows way too much about what’s going on but is smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut

-except when claus is *not so subtly* spying on him while he’s calling king p

-hashtag oops

-“alright. what did you two do this time.”

-only able to get things done because of gary’s help, either by entertaining claus or finding things around the lab that he needs

-seems very focused on the past but not in a “back in the good old days” kinda way, more like a “i want to get the hell out of here” kinda way

#chimera logs au #mother 3 #claus mother 3 #colonel gary jasons #captain maxwell #dr. andonuts #lugie says something stupid #i will make an askblog if someone replies to this post #third times the charm chief

[lucascecil]

Project: Blue Box - Bloodtide

This review contains SPOILERS.

◆ Summary

The Doctor has a surprise for Evelyn: a trip to the Galapagos Islands, where they meet the man, the legend, Charles Darwin. And what a better story to bring the Silurians back than the one with the father of the evolutionists theories?

◆ Doctor

I adore him in this story. In retrospective, perhaps it was here that my love for him started way back when - I listened to a lot of his audios before watching him on TV. It's adorable that he brought Evelyn to Galapagos and if you, dear reader, read the previous reviews - you know that this was coming. He again reminds me of Sixie as characterized on TV but if his arrogance was used for humor - he presents himself for Darwin as Albert Eistein. I didn't remember that and I laughed out loud.

There is this bit when he meets Greta, an "local" worker whose brother was imprisoned recently and is about to be executed. When the governor is cruel to her, he protests and tries to comfort her. This is also a much gentler characterization for Sixie and that warms my heart. In some moments he uses hipnotism to get some characters off Silurian mind control and that was something I also did not remember and took me by surprised because it's something I always link to Delgado's Master more than any incarnation of the Doctor.

There is a line of his that summaries the entirety of his era and why I love him so much. "Compassion is nothing to regret". It's him who comforts Darwin when the guy is having a crisis of faith, which I find really gentle - Sixth is one of the Doctor's live that is much more "honest" even when that honestly confounds with cruelty. And yet, even if I never think of the Doctor as religious, he never disrespects Darwin's faith. I find his response to be beautiful, actually: “I don’t know. But I’ll tell you one thing. In the skies above us are a billion suns, each circled by their own worlds. And on those worlds, wherever there is the opportunity for life, you will find it. That is the miracle. Life endures. It thrives. It defeats every adversity. It creates order out of chaos.”

Another Six line I like a lot is when he explains how the Silurians could have habitated Earth without leaving a trace and questions one of the characters of what he thinks will be humanity's legacy. If we are going to be remembered forever - and the answer, of course, is we won't. Nothing is eternal. And I like that approach much better than the one that infested Doctor Who that we'll live forever against all odds.

◆ Evelyn

A great story for Evelyn. Maggie and Colin's chemistry in the first part is fascinating; I had a huge smile on my face while I heard the wonder in her voice as she is meeting Darwin. They spend much of the story together and I find that a good choice because it's using her background as a historian to strenght even more her adventures - it's something strongly present in her initial releases that becomes less common as time goes, unfortunately.

She trusts the Doctor to take care of himself and vice versa but that does not dimish how much they worry and care for each other and that is what I like the most in their relationship. It's not uncommon for companions to fall in this apprentice role or for the Doctor to take a leadership position in their relationship but that never happens with Evelyn. They are (relatively for each species) older people that respect each other and are equals.

I adore that scene when she's disgusted with the characters eating the Galapagos turtles and then Sixie adding they'll go extinct because of this stupidity. In the previous story (The Apocalypse Element) I complained about Evelyn not being much moved by a lot of death around her; this time she is revolted when the Doctor explains that the missing people were being eaten. It's a much more grounded and human reaction.

◆ Other characters

Obviously, Charles Darwin. I like him a lot and the actor gives a very charismatic performance; by the way after everything he finds out here, he would indeed have a lot of reasons to question his faith as we know the historical Darwin would later in his life. Eveyone thinks of him as an old man with a big white beard but the story plays with that by highlighting he is still an young men; of course that also takes into consideration historical facts but that not my point.

One of the few bad things I have to say is about him tho. As this is a golden opportunity to explore evolucionists theories we see him developing his throughout the audio. The absurd of the situtation is of course that's not something that came to him in two days (the range of time in which this story happens), but rather ideas he developed with months of study and thinking. Of course you can argue that he was already thinking about it before this story and that's a fact, but it still bothers me a little. But I want to make it clear that I understand completely why it's in the script because it is an irresistible idea. And when I say it bother me a little it's just a tiny bit.

The other human characters are good if less interesting. That's not their fault, they're competing with a historical figure. I like Greta, her death is horrible and give us a really good scene with Sixie where you can feel the sorrow in his voice. As a brazilian I can't tell you what her accent is supposed to be neither if it's good but there is that. I like Fitzroy, the captain of the ship Darwin is travelling in. He has a nice dynamic with the Doctor. The last relevant character is the governor of Galapagos who is working with the Silurians and fullfils that archetype of a detestable person that get what they deserve.

There are two Silurians in focus and I like them both a lot. One of them is the colony's leader and essential to the twists that happen later on, and the other one is a reluctant contrapoint. It's an interesting approach because usually their stories tend to be about how terrible human beings are but this time around they are very, very cruel.

◆ Golden ideas and memorable quotes.

Bloodtide is a very clever story because it incorporates biology concepts into the narrative. And by that I do not mean only the dialogue but the conflict itself. Sure, that's a intuitive idea because the Silurian and human conflict has always been about competition between species, but I find this audio genius for positioning since the first scene the humans as an invading species. And that's how the character are treated the whole way through: as a plague spread around the planet.

Galapagos is painted as a prison-island with just a few people there. It's another clever choice because when Darwin says "Galapagos is a prison" the story means not only for the humans but also the Silurians, this species condemned to never step into the future because Doctor Who needs to keep the status quo. I found the way Sixie tal about the "extinction event" that got them into hibernation really beautiful and it surprises me a little we never went there.

Because the isles forms this small community, so closed off, it's very effective that mystery of people desappearing there. The scene when Evelyn sees something moving through the waters at the end of part one is really tense. Unfortunaly there is a freaking Silurian in the cover so it's also a pretty useless mystery. I like it nonetheless. And the cover is very beautiful. The second of three complaints I have is that the Doctor explains the plot and who the Silurians are three times - by the third one we could have cut off to another scene. But it's something so small it feels silly to complain about. To be honest I find it funny.

One of the strongest scenes in when the Doctor and captain Fitzroy are searching for Darwin and Evelyn and find this butcher shop - with butchered humans. It's a really powerful image that give me chills and changes completely the dynamic between humans and Silurians. It's actually the thing I like the most about the plot. The Silurians stories are sometimes very similar to each other, but it's in these thematic beats that this one stands apart. Humanity was all this time genetically engineered, we were never more than cattle. It's a haunting idea that I love with all my heart. I once saw some people insulted by this and I can't fathom why.

The last minor complaint is that this story flirts with the TARDIS team being responsible for Darwin's theories which I abhor. That may sound hipocrite because I just said I love something that recontextualize the whole human race, but that doesn't bother me. That's a high concept, it's super elaborate and not a little bit feasible. Charles Darwin is a real person and I hate when historicals take someone's accomplishments and give it to fictional characters. That's why I don't like Rosa. But, as I said, we just flirted with it - the story doesn't really go there.

I love the Myrka here. I listened to Bloodtide much earlier than I watched Warriors of the Deep so imagine my reaction when I saw... that. However, the story justifies itself by saying this is an adult Myrka. It's also a very powerful work with sounds, I easily visualize this huge, colossal marine monster that came out from the dephts of the ocean as if out of a cosmic horror.

◆ Sound effects

I adore the storm sounds. I remember finding the Silurians' voices irritating but it didn't bother me this time. Perhaps because I much more of a Who veteran and therefore used to terrible and incomprehensible sound effects - not here though. They are good.

◆ Replay factor

I find this story to be even more pleasant the second time around, since once you already know the twist you can find these little hints in the text that revolves around biology concepts and ties everything beautifully.

◆ The Veredict

An energetic adventure and full of powerful images. Bloodtide is one of the best Silurians stories and a triumph as a historical. Bringing Darwin and them together is a really clever choice that opens a lot of opportunities to work around biology concepts and ideas within the interspecies relationships. This is also a narrative full of wonder - for Galapagos, for its characters, for all this background it wants to tell. And I go head on in wonder with it, it's a tale that fascinates me. All of that plus one of the best performances for Six and Evelyn and you have one of my favorite releases of the Sixth Doctor.

◆ I love it too much, it's a classic ★★★★★

#Sixth Doctor #Project: Blue Box

[redemptioninchaos]

COLETTE

“So long as mortals are afraid of you, you never die.”

(artwork by @retromissile)

Name: Colette Sayaka Lin

Age: 24

Species: Yellow mongoose

Physical attributes: 5'7", 124 pounds, tan fur that darkens at the tip of her tail, jet black eyes, dark black irises, lean build, moderately muscular with toned arms and abs, scar on the bottom of her right forearm

Origin: Phoenixville, PA

Current location: Philadelphia, PA

Occupation: Liquidator within Mason’s society of aetherial assassins

Background from Mason’s perspective: If I had to describe Colette in one word, it would be “anomalous.” 

I established this society millennia ago when the first of her kind roamed the earth. I warned Brandyrma that such power would corrupt a mortal mind, but she ignored my counsel and aided them to create the first-ever Dawnflame, a magical warrioress infused with the powers and knowledge of a wyverness, specifically the wild card wyvern Elitika. The Dawnflame is named as such since she was intended to usher in the dawn of a new age...for better or for worse.

The first Dawnflame overthrew a tyrannical king and caused chaos to reign in the land instead. She became a law unto herself, spreading fire, panic, and death on a whimsy. I assembled a task force of aetherials to eliminate her, though it came at a great cost; many of the land’s brightest mages and warriors were lost that day.

Since then, my society has stood by, watching and waiting for the Dawnflame’s return. In the interim periods between her reincarnations, my task force has dispatched magical threats to society, trying to keep a semblance of order. As the Dawnflame’s future incarnations moved further west, so did my network. Eventually, I had created society outposts in every major country in the world. When the Dawnflame would emerge again, it wouldn’t be long before we found her.

Then Colette came into the picture. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that she emerged in Philadelphia, where I had established my latest headquarters. When Colette was 18, she manifested her powers in public for the first time as a werecreature attacked her while working at Dave Russell’s restaurant. Dave described the occurrence as a “terrifying display of raw power and vengeance, that paralyzed every witness with fear.” Though the werewolf was nothing but ashes at the end of the scuffle, only she and Dave were harmed.

Dave brought Colette to me after the incident, and behind the obsidian eyes that had struck fear in the hearts of mortals for millennia was a girl who was lost, confused. For the first time, the Dawnflame had shown guilt for taking another person’s life, ironically happening at a time where she was justified. I knew the potential for destruction was still present, but there was something different about Colette. It was as if her will was sufficient in restraining Elitika’s at the time; past Dawnflames wouldn’t have just stopped at the werecreature. If I could help steer her destructive potential against enemies of society, the Dawnflame’s current incarnation may not lead civilization to ruin.

It was a gamble, but six years later, Colette has grown to a fierce fighter with an overall intact moral compass. I assign her the more perilous liquidation contracts against malevolent mages and supernatural creatures. Her chaotic potential has mostly manifested into harmless hijinks, though it is important to keep a close eye on her during operations.

She has no known associates, likely because she wishes not to endanger mundane lives and because she’s ostracized by the aetherial community. Whereas normally one would have to study magic for years to use it effectively, Colette simply made a pact with Elitika in the hopes that she could control the wyvern’s powers. Such a phenomenon is still considered taboo in the aetherial community, leaving Colette to go through life alone.

She keeps a positive mental outlook despite all this, but I can sense that loneliness is starting to get the better of her. It is my hope that she will continue to be an asset for my task force, but I will be prepared to pit them against her if Elitika corrupts her mind like she’s done for all of her hosts before.

Human AU

Her father is Japanese and her mother is black, giving her tawny brown skin. Her hair is black, curly, and about shoulder length. Everything else about her appearance remains the same.

Medieval version: She retains the same features in her modern human AU and keeps a similar color scheme in her clothing. She hails from the western area of Durtal where many mages reside. She travels the land as a freelance monster hunter.

#making this mobile friendly

[all-that-tmnt-jazz]

I saw asks were opened and i was wondering if we could just get some funny turtle dad stories and a little humour from papa? See if he spoils them babies xp

This. This is what I live for. Also, sorry for taking so long- I’m getting through a mindset where my brain is a literal mushroom on Mars.

Warnings: N/A

Incarnation: Bayverse

Extra Info: I’m including some headcanons for Splinter being a grandpa. I’m not sure if that’s what you meant by papa, but that’s what I’m doing.

Leo:

He has a daughter, no doubt

I feel like he loves the name Yua (結愛)

(it’s a Japanese name meaning “Binging Love and Affection”)

He would want to teach her Ninjutsu, but would be incredibly nervous

Definitely lets her teeth on his hands/arms/plastron when that time comes

Has nearly dropped her at least twice without you knowing

A little bit overprotective- but he means well by it, of course

But you’d have to be the “Bad Cop” more often than not

He cannot bring himself to be stern with Yua, especially when she gives him that look

“Y/n, look at her! I can’t do that to her!”

But, he will be stern…

Occasionally

Very occasionally

Please help him.

Raph:

Actually the softest dad out of the four

Also has a daughter, which he names Sakura (咲良) 

(It’s a Japanese name meaning “Cherry Blossoms”)

Definitely the Good Cop 100% of the time

Cannot be stern with her… At all

Zip, nada, none.

She literally rules him- whatever she wants, she gets

“What do you mean she can’t have ice cream for breakfast, Y/n? It’s the birthday of her favorite stuffie!”

Is more than excited when she asks to work out with him

When she’s old enough, he also teaches her ninjutsu

(she’s damn good at hand-to-hand combat, too)

Through all the chaos of being a parent, he loves every second

And honestly?

You love watching him tuck her in at night.

He always sings to her- ever so softly

And it’s always the song that he sang to you on your first date.

Which makes it that much more meaningful

Donnie:

He has a daughter as well

He names her Ichika (一千花)

(also a Japanese name, meaning “One Thousand Flowers”)

He is first to notice she’s having trouble hearing

So he makes Ichika her own little hearing aids

The change is immediate

As Ichika grows, Donnie is so glad she didn’t follow his eating pattern

(he barely eats, especially when he’s working in his lab)

He is the brother who is most cautious about teaching his child ninjutsu

She’s built so much like him- tall and lanky, and limbs like a stick- he’s terrified she’ll snap

He can heal her, of course, but the fear still nags at him

Nonetheless, he still teaches her.

He starts slowly, but- like him- Ichika absorbs the new information really quickly

And she pleads that he teach her faster

(he cannot deny That Look)

So, within a few years, she reaches his level

Spars between them are so smooth and calculated

You end up becoming a mother to both of them, really, because they will often forget to take breaks, hydrate, and eat

Whoops

Mikey:

He’s the only one who has a son

He’s also the only one who went with an Italian Renaissance name

He names his son Tiziano, after the Venetian painter during the Renaissance

(Tiziano was actually considered the most important member of the 16th-century Venetian school. The More You Know.)

Tiziano is nicknamed “Zano”

Zano actually takes after you more than he does after Mikey

He’s much more cautious and half as reckless. 

He’s the only turtle kid who doesn’t want to train in ninjutsu

(Mikey would never admit this, but he is a tad disappointed he won’t bond with Zano over it like how he bonded with his brothers)

Nonetheless, you & Mikey don’t force Zano into training.

But

He and Mikey bond over the fact that they both have an obsession with music

Especially rock/pop-rock from the 70s/80s/90s (for some reason that you don’t fully understand)

Their favorites are Fleetwood Mac, Bon Jovi, and Queen

For one birthday, Zano surprises Mikey with a record player and some Vinyl discs of each of those artists

They spend the rest of the week listening to those records on repeat and you couldn’t be prouder of your boy.

Both of them

Splinter:

He definitely spoils his grandchildren

He would do anything and everything for them

Sakura was the first grandchild he began to train after Raph taught her the basics

Sakura was the first one to want to train, but Ichika did follow not long after.

Sakura and Ichika were excellent spars for each other. Ichika was calculated, yes, but Sakura fought more on instinct

(Much like their fathers, Splinter thinks. He would never tell their sons this)

Once Leo decides to have Yua start her training, he gets Splinter’s help to teach her the basics

Leo doesn’t want to mess up, since he has a terrible fear of that (which he never admits)

Yua turns out to be the most brutal fighter of the three granddaughters

(Much to Splinter’s surprise and Leo’s concern)

The three girls often spend more time together than they do apart, and a fair amount of that time is with Splinter in the dojo

When Splinter isn’t with his granddaughters, he is trying to form a relationship with his grandson

It’s rather hard

Zano wants to impress Splinter, but since he doesn’t want to train like his cousins, he puts way too much pressure on himself

Zano tries many different things that he thinks may impress Splinter

Most of those ideas never make it off the cutting room floor because he just doesn’t think Splinter will like them

When Zano gets Mikey that record player and vinyl discs, it is Splinter who realizes how he can connect to his grandson

One day, Splinter brings Zano to his part of the Lair.

Splinter, knowing Zano’s love of music, shows his grandson his CD and record collection

They find artists they both like and listen to the CDs/records

Once, Zano approaches Splinter’s room

Splinter is listening to his music and doing Katas to keep his body moving

Zano is immediately entranced and begs Splinter to teach him some Katas

Splinter doesn’t hesitate

Even though it’s the closest to ninjutsu as Zano is willing to get, Splinter is more than proud of his grandson

He always has been

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt parent #master splinter tmnt #tmnt splinter #grandpa splinter #TMNT x reader #tmnt x y/n

[scattered-winter]

batkids as things my siblings and I have done part 2

because y'all liked the other one and because my siblings and I are the harbingers of chaos incarnate

(part 1)

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Dick, Tim, Duke, and Steph: drew airbender tattoos in marker all over faces and arms and proudly showed Bruce when he got home

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Duke: built a fort out of pillows and blankets and refused to leave for 2 days

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Cass: made MIIs (from the WII) of everyone in the family except they all had mustaches

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Dick, Damian, Cass, Duke, and Tim: stayed up all night watching Star Wars and fell asleep in a giant cuddle pile

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Jason: *charging up the stairs* "I WANT A GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH!!!!!!"

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Steph: "hey can I drive?"

*immediate chorus of groans*

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Jason and Duke: made cookies at midnight

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Steph: almost burned the house down because she put tinfoil in the microwave

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Everyone: *playing tag*

Dick: climbing out windows, vaulting over fences, hiding in window wells, climbing onto the roof to jump down on people, etc

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Steph: painted the neighbor’s tree while everyone else stained the fence

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Damian: spent 3 hours drawing an elaborate charcoal-and-pencil rendition of the “disturbed Tom” meme

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Everyone: ordered pizza and scared the pizza guy when he came because they were so loud

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Duke, Tim, and Cass: watching Wipeout in a hotel room and judging the dives as people fell into the water

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Jason, Damian, Dick, and Steph: watching American Ninja Warrior and saying “I could do that” every time someone did anything

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Damian: put the dog on the trampoline while everyone was sleeping on it and watched the chaos ensue

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Dick, Jason, Tim, and Steph: played a game where they would put everyone’s shoes on the trampoline and jump around and try to avoid them. Tim got hit in the face with a steel-toed boot, Steph had red marks on her arm from a flip-flop Jason threw at her (he got disqualified) and Dick would belly flop on top of all the shoes and send them flying in all directions just to mess everyone else up

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Everyone: screamed “duck” every time a car drove past the yard, and everyone would immediately dive to the ground, no matter what they were doing at the time

Dick, carrying trays of food for roasting hot dogs:

Tim: D U C K !

Dick: *drops all the trays and dives to the ground*

Bruce: *long, tired sigh*

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Duke, Steph, Cass, and Damian: rolling down the hill and chasing each other while still being dizzy

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Jason: sneezed in Tim’s oatmeal (on purpose)

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Steph: peed in Dick’s cereal (on accident)

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Steph and Cass: switched clothes for a day and waited for someone to notice

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Damian and Jason: made an elaborate and complicated handshake and performed it at the most inappropriate settings (funerals, weddings, church, school assemblies, etc etc)

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Dick: “our Uncle Tom just passed away”

Jason: “it’s ABOUT TIME! He was like A HUNDRED!”

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Duke: *answers phone* “hello yes you’ve reached the house of the criminally underrated, where can I direct your call?”

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Cass: *answers phone in a creepy voice* “do you know where my eyes went?”

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Dick: *driving and sees a road work sign* “road work ahead?”

Everyone, immediately: “UH YEAH I SURE HOPE IT DOES”

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Jason: shoved Damian into a cupboard and wouldn’t let him out

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Dick: I just think I’m amazing

Tim: *snorts*

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Steph: blasted All Star and ran around the manor with her face painted like Shrek

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Tim: screaming “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP” every time someone walked into his room

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Cass and Duke: made a wreath out of golf balls and goose feathers and gave it to Alfred, who proceeded to proudly display it on the grill of his car

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Steph: attempted to make popcorn Once (1) and is now banned from the kitchen

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Damian: *leans over to smell bread baking in the oven* MMM FLESH

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Dick: played exclusively meme songs on the piano for months

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Tim: blasted a trombone at 1 am and got grounded from touching another musical instrument for 2 weeks

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*at school*

Tim: hey

Jason: what the hell do you want

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Jason: locked the truck doors and started to drive away without Dick

Dick: jumped in the truck bed while screaming "DAD'S GONNA GROUND YOU!"

Jason: "NO HE WON'T FUCK YOU!"

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Tim: *gets hit in the face* OW

Damian: *awkward pat* It's all right to cry. Let it out.

Tim: *loud obnoxious sobbing*

Damian:

Damian: ok put it back in

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and now for some things we’ve done at Halloween in honor of Spooktober Season.......

Damian: dressed up as a caveman and dressed the dog up as a triceratops and went trick-or-treating together

Everyone Except Damian (because he was a caveman): dressed up as characters from Lord of the Rings

Dick: Legolas

Jason: Aragorn

Steph: Gimli

Cass: Boromir

Duke: Gandalf

Tim: Frodo

Duke (another year): sat out on the porch dressed like a puppet and holding the bowl of candy. Every time someone tried to get some he scared them

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Jason: spray painted the grass red

Dick: "don't do that, it's too violent"

Jason: "no it's perfect"

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Damian: spent 3 hours making spiderweb decorations out of white yarn

Dick and Tim: sat inside with a huge bowl of candy watching horror movies instead of trick-or-treating

Steph and Cass: dressed up as Grim Reapers and ran at people screeching

#once again every single one of these things has happened and has a story behind it #just ask me about any one of them and i will tell you lmao #my siblings are feral <3 #winter speaks #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #nightwing #red hood #spoiler #red robin #robin #the signal #orphan #black bat #batgirl #batman #batfam #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #mine #headcanons #batfamily headcanons #batfam headcanons

[pastelsandpining]

Whumptober Day 1

all trussed up and still nowhere to go

“you have to let go” | barbed wire | bound

kingdom come - corrupt!zelda au | part 2 

warnings: survivor’s guilt, trauma, gory imagery/body horror (descriptions of Ganon), injury mention, burn mention, blood mention, nausea, head injury, loss of consciousness, acceptance of death, binds, manipulation

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Looking out at the rolling plains, the baby blue sky, the lively green grass, and the flourishing wildlife nearly everywhere he could see, it was hard to believe that Hyrule was decimated a century ago. Where life bloomed now, death had once spread, and it was anything but beautiful when the fields were burning—when guardians and monsters alike chased down any and all living things. It was hard to take down powerful beasts and even more so when they didn’t stay down.

But just like those vile creatures who only wanted to cause chaos, Hyrule never really died either. It was the quick and clever thinking of Princess Zelda that saved them all by containing the beast of Calamity inside of the very place she once called home. She was a thing of myth some hundred years later when people recalled her beauty or her bravery. If it were not for the moons scorched with blood, or the chilling cry of a colossal demon, or the guardians still roving over the land, one could find themselves thinking that the story of Hyrule was nothing more than a cautionary fairytale. What moral could come from such devastating times? Do not run from fate, or you will end up as caged as the Hyrulean Princess? Do not put heart above duty, or you will fall just as the legendary hero? Or perhaps, do not put trust in things you cannot always control?

Really, there was no lesson to be learned. Destruction would come as it did, and there was nothing they could’ve done to stop it. At least, that’s what Link told himself on the many nights he was found unable to sleep, too haunted by the ghosts of his past and terrorized by the stalling sensation of guilt. How solemn that sounded, how pitiful. He did not want pity. What good did that do him, when he’d already lost everything? He’d fallen once, and that cost him his friends, his life, the place he called home–pity would not bring that back. Hymns of brave soldiers and lost princesses would not bring that back. Stories that turned a traumatizing cause of devastation into a life lesson would not bring that back.

The only thing he wanted, months after waking in a shrine to a beautiful voice and with a fractured soul, was peace. He wanted to toss the sword of legend aside and never look at it again. He wanted to curl up in the bed of his Hateno home and sleep for another hundred years, or at least, until the pictures of a burning kingdom and the unholy screeching of Calamity Ganon disappeared just long enough for his mind to go quiet. He wanted to try to be normal, for even just a moment. No hero, no revenge, nothing of the sort.

It was a shame that the image of what he wanted was incomplete without the princess he’d once devoted his heart and soul to. He could not remember her in the way he would’ve liked. Link was granted a glimpse of her face here, a whisper of her voice there, a ghost of her touch when the loneliness became too much. On the few occasions he remembered more, when he could see her so very clearly in a moment framed in time, it felt almost like a dream. A dream that he didn’t want to wake up from. And just like a pleasurable dream that left one feeling warm and special, Zelda slipped through his fingers like liquid, faster than he could process and unable to be stopped. In its wake was a blank space of aching emptiness, right where he knew she should be. She was all he had left, the one thing that could connect him to the world he lived in, because without her, he had no purpose. He had no guidance. He was nothing.

So Link scoured the whole of the continent, from icy tundras to scorching deserts, climbing active volcanos and harnessing what the wild gave him, to grow stronger. He tamed the Divine Beasts and freed the shackled spirits of his long lost friends. He offered his company to the princess on the nights of the blood moon, where she would warn him and assure him that he was doing well, and that she was alright. He sought out the legendary Sword that Seals the Darkness and underwent trials upon backbreaking, painstaking trials to prove himself worthy of the full power the Master Sword was capable of. 

And then, he hesitated. He hesitated because he could not recall what Calamity Ganon looked like, or was capable of. Freeing the Divine Beasts became something horribly tedious, something that stoked a new sort of trauma in him, because the Scourges were certainly not for the faint of heart. The first time the malice surged past him and combined to form a twisted amalgamation of a beast, Link thought he was going to die again, with no hope for recovery this time. Every blight was grotesque, dripping with the glowing incarnation of hatred, and over twice his size. Their sickly skin stung to touch, leaving angry red burns everywhere it could. Their weapons were brutal and chaotically, skillfully wielded, and it was by miracle alone that he’d survived this long. There was nothing quite as agonizing as being shred alive by an ancient demon, only for his fire-filled nerves and ragged skin to stubbornly patch itself back together before his very eyes. Mipha’s Grace should not have been used so kindly on him.

For as much trouble and agony the Scourges were, they were only extensions of Calamity Ganon, small pieces of the monstrosity awaiting him deep within Hyrule Castle. Just thinking about it rendered him on the brink of a panic attack. Princess Zelda had faced it utterly alone for decades, so what if he failed to do the same? What if he could not defeat the beast, and would therefore be responsible for yet another destructive wave? All of the friends he had made, all of the new life that’d bloomed, it would be devastated by his hands if he could not slay the Calamity. What of Princess Zelda, then? Surely it would kill her, too. Picturing her expressive green eyes dulled by the kiss of death made Link feel so nauseated that he could not eat for hours. 

Shamefully and pathetically, he put it off. He searched for that hundredth Korok Seed, he filled the Hyrule Compendium, he ran every single errand and helped every single person that he could, all the while wishing that the darkness of night or comfort of walls could hide him from Zelda’s ever watchful gaze. It did nothing to quiet the screaming in his skull, the longing in his chest. It was only when his guilt had him by the neck that he swallowed his nerves and stormed Hyrule Castle before the courage could leave him.

Every room was empty. Sad, decrepit, and empty. Of course, the Calamity would want the biggest stage it could find and so, to the top floor of the castle he climbed. The guardians were pesky and the monsters relentless, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the beast, free of its prison, towering over him like it was starving and ready to feast.

He thought he saw a glimpse of golden hair, precious and fleeting, just outside of his peripheral vision, but the Calamity lunged for his neck and Link was forced to throw himself to the side, searching for any opportunity to counter the attack. For a monstrosity of a size that rivaled the Divine Beasts, it was quick. 

A jump at the wrong time, a split second too late, caused the Calamity’s ancient axe to slice through his skin. It was nothing more than a nick, but it stung enough to make him stumble and gasp, clutching at his arm through his rapidly soaking shirt. In the pause it took for him to steady himself, Ganon had crawled up onto the second floor like some ginormous spider. It looked ready to pounce on him and, Hylia above, there was nowhere he could hide. It would crush him easily. 

But it did not crush him. He wished it had, because it aimed the rapid red dot of a guardian’s laser on his chest, sending a spiral of panic through his spine and into his stomach, where it curled and lurched and made him want to vomit. He raised his shield, but the blast sent him spiraling through the air until his back hit a solid beam, knocking the wind right out of him. The Master Sword was sprawled uselessly out of his grip and he reached blindly for it, but his supporting arm slipped out from underneath him and his head hit the ground with a sickening crack. His vision was blurred. He wondered why he could see something walking towards him, something far smaller than the Calamity. It was Hylia, perhaps, coming to resolve his hideous fate at last. He tried to summon Mipha’s Grace, tried to will the strength back into his body, to will the excruciating pain away, but then Hylia was crouched before him, and her fingers felt so lovely and comforting in his hair that he wanted to fall headlong into her touch. He wanted to let her take him away.

“That’s it,” she cooed softly, brushing the bangs from his forehead. The motion was so jarringly familiar, the voice was haunting—this was not Hylia. “My dear Hero, look what they’ve done to you.”

Link choked on his attempt to speak, trying with everything in him to move, to take her hand, to see her clearly, but her hands pushed him gently back to the Sanctum floor and he groaned, his voice strained with pain. 

“It’s alright, Link,” the figure assured him, threading her fingers through his hair again like she was trying to subdue him. “The pain will fade soon, I promise. Can you do something for me?”

Death must’ve been approaching. He tried to nod, to tell her he would do anything for her, but the heavy ache in his head made it hard to do much of anything. She must’ve gotten his answer somehow, though, because her hands were cupping his face.

“You have to let go,” she whispered, her thumbs brushing against his cheeks. “Let go, Link, and I will catch you.”

She sounded so sweet, so incredibly lovely, and she felt so warm. Link felt his body relax, going completely still beneath her hands, and he wondered, vaguely, if they had all been wrong. If she was not sealed, but dead, ever waiting for her knight to join her so that she may be the one to welcome him into the afterlife. Princess Zelda’s green eyes came into clarity for no longer than a second, but comfort washed over him and he was quite happy that, for a second time, she was the last thing he was going to see.

There was a high pitched ringing in his ears and his head was swimming. Link tried to fight the grogginess that kept his eyes from opening, but he had very little success when the light was painful and his head was pounding. He raised a hand to rub his eyes, but the rough and tattered surface of what must’ve been a rope rubbed against his wrists, leaving them stinging with a brush burn he already knew would scar. That was his first indication that this was not his only time fighting his way back to consciousness. The pain brought him a little more clarity, even with the panic welling up in his chest.

He could see the Sanctum floor below his head, but trying to turn it to get a better look at his surroundings made him wince and squeeze his eyes shut again. He took a shaky, shuddering breath and, in one quick motion, tried to force himself to sit up. All he’d managed to do was make himself dizzy. His vision swam again, leaving him vulnerable and impaired, and he could do nothing but lie there as still as possible, waiting for the feeling to leave. When it did, it took the ringing in his ears with it.

He heard soft humming instead, backed by the horrid squelching of malice and a rumbling that chilled him to his core. Link tried slowly to tilt his head and immediately wished he hadn’t, because Calamity Ganon was among the last of things he needed to see right now. The beast was sitting, if one could even call it that, on the floor just below a balcony, right across the room from him. It seemed content to just sit there, watching him through orange, evil eyes. He tugged on the restraints again, sending another spike of pain down his spine, but he was stuck. Should it pounce, he would be done for.

But it didn’t. It sat there, staring him down. He thought he could make out a smile, cruel and unsettling and awful. It unhinged its jaw then and made a noise, a screech of unimaginable volume, and Link curled in on himself with a quiet whimper.

“I was just beginning to wonder when our guest would come out of his slumber.”

His eyes opened, wide and wild, and he tilted his head up towards where he thought the voice had come. There, sitting on a throne in the deck above the Calamity, sat Princess Zelda. It was the first time he’d seen her clearly in over a century. He could not breathe then, choked by his swell of emotions and the scratchiness of his throat. 

“Then again,” she continued, tilting her head with a cruelly beautiful smile, “our little hero is prone to sleeping in. Do be gentle with him, Ganon, and try to keep your patience.”

Those words meant nothing to him, but the Calamity turned its ugly head back towards Link and growled. Zelda clicked her tongue, beckoning the beast into silence, and it struck a horror into Link so deep that he felt the ache in every joint of his body.

Calamity Ganon was obeying her.

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