#captain planet au

[ask-camychameleon]

This movie needs more recognition and the dynamic of these two fits very well :>//

#poppy playtime au #dogday #catnap #rise and shine au #noah addison #theodore grambell #treasure planet #treasure planet jim #treasure planet captain silver

[sirbird]

Captain~

#my art #bob velseb #spooky month tender treats #bob velseb spooky month #bob velseb fanart #spooky month au #captain Bob velseb #I am down bad for the captain #imagine him like silver from treasure planet #makes me feral

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

Five Nights inside The Mouse corporation's themed pizzeria? Tell me more about it

Get to know the AU

Headcanons of this Frankenstein of a story i assembled in three days under the cut

Damn. I sure hope this won't be the last day we'll hear about our security officer

Imagine Security Breach's pizzaplex. Mix it with the Mouse Corporation's cartoons' genre themed spaces.

House of Mickey Pizzeria is born!

The place where your beloved characters come to life! Literally!

Fully updated animatronics portraying your faves heroes and villains from the renaissance era to our day. The place might be quite crowded, counting the few "Who framed roger rabbit" and "pixar" guest stars!

Some gold and silver era iconic characters may appear! (Mickey entertainment wish to let his lovely fans know that these particular beloved characters must not be approached or touched due to their facial recognition device might be quite glitched due to ageing. They'll be seen in their full timeless glory in safe glass enclosures!)

Lessen know characters of aforementioned eras plus the ones from the bronze age are "officially" out of order or decommissioned. You never see them. Except for technitians or security officers.

aaaah i got so many more headcanons! I'll write all of them down one day.

#HOW DO I EVEN TAG THIS #alas my hyperspecific crossovers #fnaf #fnaf crossover #atlantis the lost empire #helga sinclair #this was a low (longandtimeconsuming)excuse to draw someone chased by helga #scroop #treasure planet #captain gantu #lilo and stitch #disney crossover #My art #disney villains #Five nights at house of mickey's AU #Fnaf x disney

[shoefuckerr]

#lbp #littlebigplanet #little big planet #saba #sackboy a big adventure #vex saba #vex #saba vex #captain pud #au #oc #lbp oc #nikks #newton pud #marianne noisette #newtette #turver #marlon random #marlon banjo #the arts

[daisychainsandbowties]

thinking a normal amount about a treasure planet au. Beatrice on her solar kiteboard, doing the daredevil flip sequence framed against the setting sun and then getting hauled kicking and screaming back to her parents’ house in manacles with a defiant expression on her perpetually dirt-smudged face.

climbing out the window at the first opportunity to go down to the dockside inn, making nebulous plans to steal her kiteboard back but ending up down at the edge of the dock staring past her boots and into the mists. gripping tight to the wood beneath her as she looks up at the sky and dreams of anywhere but here, of stealing a skiff to get off this planet. a reluctant twinge at the thought of going alone.

Bea with all her star maps and her intricate knowledge of spaceships and their solar sails and how to navigate out there where the artigrav net is all that stands between you and floating through nothing, forever.

startling when she hears the familiar sound of someone booking it down the pier on wooden crutches. night has already started to speckle the sky above, and as she listens to the thunk of the crutches on the pier, Bea thinks of the complicated metallic lattice she has on her desk at home, partly disassembled because she’s still trying to work out parts of the engineering. Ava’s birthday is in a month.

she has to stay that long, and then she’ll leave. she will.

turning to watch as Ava races towards her with soup stains on her shirt and messy hair jammed flat beneath a ‘pirate’ hat she bought off of a traveling salesman last year. the tricorn wobbles precariously on her head as she moves. Beatrice just waits, a slight smile on her face.

there are bruises high on each of her arms, from the pincer-like grip of the police bots, manhandling her away from her kiteboard to snap manacles around each wrist.

she rubs at the skin there, but ignores the bruises.

when Ava arrives, a little out of breath, Beatrice holds up a hand so she can help herself down onto the pier. there’s no water beneath them, only a few hundred meters of empty air and curling mist.

Ava keeps one hand on Bea’s and the other on her shoulder, letting the crutches clatter down between them as she sits.

“Mom says you got arrested again,” Ava says cheerfully. “She says they’re threatening to send you to prison.”

Beatrice shrugs, “I wouldn’t mind it, so long as my parents did not visit.”

Ava’s fingers are covered in bright red band-aids, from chopping vegetables all day with her poor hand dexterity. Beatrice watches the colours blur as Ava punches her in the arm, right on the bruises. “Liar, I know you’d miss me.”

her arm throbs painfully, but Beatrice’s expression is carefully neutral as she responds. 

“I might.”

she stays with Ava that night, both of them reading her old book with its floating images of ships and canons and pirates leaping from vessel to vessel. Captain Flint, materialising out of empty space to steal away gems and gold, “the loot of a thousand worlds.” Ava traces the projected lines of the solar sails with her fingers as they flicker into being. 

Beatrice has repaired the book over and over, making the colours brighter and sharper. the tiny shapes of pirates all made up of light. Ava has the book open on Bea’s chest as she lies next to her, legs all entangled in the sheets they’ve kicked off because the night is so warm.

she seems oblivious to how Beatrice’s breath hitches at almost every touch.

they’re almost asleep when they hear the explosion, a ship crashing into the cliff-side, tumbling over and over before they hear the pop and hiss of heated metal. a bloom of smoke outside the window.

Beatrice gives Ava a piggyback ride down the stairs just before Ava’s ‘mom’, Suzanne, emerges with her pulse-rifle primed, hair loose around her shoulders.

they stumble into the yard and discover a pirate, a robot, still bleeding from a wound in his abdomen, crawling from the wreck of his ship. Beatrice heaves a shard of twisted metal away from him and finds the surface slippery with blood.

behind her, Ava sways a little, shivers in the cold air, but she’s still standing when Beatrice turns back to her.

the dying pirate tells them almost nothing useful. he’s half-mad, cluching at Beatrice’s shirt until the seams tear at the collar, then turning to Ava. he fetches out a lockbox from his ship, blood spilling onto the ground at the movement. unlocks it and takes odd sphere from inside.

it drops into Ava’s palm as he rasps, “Whatever you do, don’t let them find it.”

then he wheezes, shudders, stills.

they stare at him, Ava’s free hand finding Bea’s, holding tight.

“Is he… dead?” Ava’s voice in the silence and the dark.

“I think so.”

then, in a burst of light and sound, in a shockwave of displaced air, a ship plummets down out of the clouds, pulling up an instant from the ground.

this second ship looms down out of the sky, pirates dropping from it and suddenly Suzanne is screaming at them to “GET INSIDE” from an upstairs window as she takes potshots at the misshapen shapes swarming down lines of hempen rope.

the air lights up with orange and yellow as explosions ripple down towards the crashed ship, towards the inn. Bea flings one of Ava’s arms around her neck and sprints for the door, Ava holding the sphere (or map?) tightly against her chest.

she sets Ava down gently onto one of the bar stools, runs back to barricade the door. her face is flushed, streaked somehow with engine grease and robot blood, which is black and slightly acidic. 

they exchange a wide-eyed look, too much meaning in it to parse as explosions rock the floor. Ava has both hands clutched around the sphere. 

they both almost scream as Suzanne runs down the stairs in a blur of dressing gown and gun. she has Ava’s crutches in one hand and her rifle in the other. she kisses Ava quickly on the forehead, “Thank the tides you’re safe.” leaves her with the crutches and then goes to fetch an ancient-looking blaster pistol out from behind the bar, presses it into Beatrice’s hands. “You know how to use this?”

“No!”

“Aim it away from your own face.”

and then there are pirates all around the house, glass breaking and fire crackling. Beatrice takes up the rear, pistol pointed at the front door as it bulges under the pressure of pirates flinging their bulk into it again and again. 

they climb out of a window, Suzanne producing a kitchen knife and jamming it into the neck of a pirate loitering uncertainly outside the bolted shutters. there, covered by a tarp, is Suzanne’s old motorcycle with a sidecar attached. lantern-bugs scatter out from under it as Suzanne throws the old tarp away, gestures for Beatrice and Ava to climb in as she covers them with her rifle.

there’s a roar from somewhere in the dark and Suzanne fires a shot, hops onto the motorcycle and revs the engine. then they’re moving, pirates parting before them like the ocean neither of them have ever seen, the vast bodies of water that don’t even exist on this planet.

they seek refuge with Jillian, an archaeologist who frequents the old inn, claiming that she can’t make her coffee taste of anything but soap. she examines the orb, reluctantly passed into her hands by Ava, her and Bea wrapped in an old blanket, sitting by the fire in Jillian’s immense study.

Jillian fiddles with it for an age before sighing, looking almost angry with herself.

“I can’t… seem to make this work.”  

Ava holds out her hand, silent. “let me try,” and Beatrice makes a face at Jillian when she hesitates.

the pirate gave the sphere to Ava; it’s hers. 

it seems much larger in Ava’s small grip. she looks down at it for a while before her fingers start to move, slow but gathering momentum as she presses the little grooves and switches and indents on the sphere. 

until it lights up, showing a map of the known universe, and parts of it that are unknown.

“Is that-” Beatrice feels her words drop away, like the ground beneath the pier where she has passed so many hours sitting with Ava’s hand in hers.

Ava turns to Beatrice, eyes bright as a pair of stars, “It’s treasure planet.”

#treasure planet au #warrior nun #avatrice #and yeah what about cyborg shannon & mary her first mate and their (pirate) spaceship/ literally just an 18th century frigate #thinking of shannon growing increasingly fond of beatrice who helps her with her star charts and the calculations for navigating space #both of them of course planning their betrayal but looking at these two girls slowly realising they're in love #furious conversations in the captain's cabin and lilith up in the crows nest half the time. cam pestering her with tea #🥹🥹 ava with morph the little pink blob who sure yeah belongs to shannon but hangs out 'spying' on mary in the kitchen #i just think ava and bea should run away and accidentally join a pirate crew together #it'll be fun (i say remembering the Black Hole Incident) #anyway maybe i will write this idk

[artxssa]

WIFEY 

#captain amelia #treasure planet #amelia #i am gay #fanart #human au

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

Bullfrog: You are tossing and turning, mon ami. What's wrong?

Rayman: This is so not a tree branch...

Bullfrog:

Bullfrog: This is... eh, so not mud at the bottom of a lake...?

Rayman: THIS IS SO NOT A TREE BRANCH!! THIS IS SO NOT MUD AT AT THE BOTTOM OF A LAKE!! WHERE'S THE MOSS??

#sav rambles #incorrect quotes #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #I'm creating an AU as we speak #CLABDR #CLABDR Rayman #Bullfrog #CLABDR Bullfrog #Rayman can't sleep because he's literally not from this planet and his bed is not a tree branch

[ilovefredjones]

tilly is doing too much to be a cadet goddamn

#if i hadnt even GRADUATED yet. and i had to work on an experimental mycelium network. during a war. and then be transported to a universe+ #where everything absolutely sucked and had to pretend to be a captain. and then have to calculate how to come back from that au by riding a+ #mycelium wave from an explosion whilst also not frying the ship & killing all my crew mates. and then find out we overshot coming back to+ #our timeline and we have LOST THE WAR #i would tell saru to drop me on the nearest planet and leave me to forge a new life #there is absolutely NO concept of like. work grades. on the uss discovery #why do they have a CADET on the mushroom engine. girl where are yhe lieutenants. the ensigns even #when i first starting watching i also thought it was CRAZY that stamets is just a lieutenant #he should be a lt commander at least #tilly is so brave #star trek #star trek discovery #sylvia tilly

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

Adam would go on to volunteer training Emilio in hand-to-hand combat in case he'd lose the stone or for emergencies.

Of course that annoys Emilio becoz he knows that Adam's only using that as a cover up for his ulterior motive, being a pervert. Hence, Emilio sometimes calls him Capt. Pervert lol.

If you're not familiar with the lore, please check first part below (link).

FIRST PART ---> https://www.facebook.com/.../pfbid02pqSXc2KsjUpRbtt38BPMa...

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#yandere au #yandere male #yandere #rc au #red child au #crossover #au #rp usa #rp abigail #rp philippines #rp emildephil #darna #captain america #planetputo #planet puto

[wishicouldsleep13]

Watching sea beasts and I got the urge to make an AU of our dear old captain flint and my oc, Ezra

#sea beasts #treasure planet #nathaniel flint #captain flint #Pirate Prince AU

[wasted-by-someone]

Scarian treasure planet au

Grian is a scientist who was send to some boring convention. He didn't even wanted to go and was more than okay with just staying home and keeping making his research but his boss was consistent he should go since he is "their best scholar and bla-bla-bla". So when his ship got ambushed he was even glad. That's where and when he met Scar - the captain of this pirate crew.

Bdubs is a spyglass boy and Scar's right hand man

Impulse is a cook (he just has these vibes)

Mumbo is a tired engineer and their ship works only because of him. His diet is blood mixed with coffee (vampire moth Mumbo enjoyer here)

Noone knows why Mumbo is with pirates until some part of ship gets broken. Fear deranged Mumbo!

Grian finally can explore his chaotic side because his working methods often didn't got approved

The crew sees him and goes "oh he's a little fucked up actually"

Scar is instantly in love when his enemy's ship gets blown up to pieces by Grian

he just hears that maniac laugh and goes "i want that one"

(Scar in pirate shirt with a skitties window and a captain hat)

@crystlewhitewolfbluie pspspsps i think you would like to see this

#scarian #desert duo #treasure planet au #pirate captain scar #mad scientist grian #and it could shared traits au as well #i just want winged scar #traffic shipping

[hershelwidget]

Some more Octonauts doodles :3 ft. Lars

Woa! Guys!

nono its fine they’re just sleepy ok. nothing horrible has happened the ship just needs to rest ok. ok

when you look at bae

*slaps roof of inkling* you can put so much love and care and thought into this old man. step 1: give him a husband. step 2: profit

i am a particularly insane variant of the average octonauts oc maker :3

LAST THING

hold the octopus

#cherish the octopus etc etc #octonauts #captain barnacles #kwazii #octonauts oc #the octopod #professor inkling #i’m in my ‘handing out marriage certificates’ era #which means i am choosing a random character in each fandom im in a spouse. its fun!! #*slaps roof of hershelwidget* #you can fit so much octonauts brainrot in this bad boy #watch me do my crossover nonsense again WATCH ME #for your consideration: octonauts x ace attorney #ty to the moot whos going through their aa phase its a big one good luck pal #although it would be funny if phoenix added another animal to his defence collection #consider: athena SURPASSING that by defending EIGHT at once #the octonauts get accused of *checks notes* purposefully hurting creatures so they can heal them later #devolves into something very self indulgent (moreso than this already is): ermmm what!! mafia ??? no way #YOU BET IM SLIDING THE MAFIA AU EVERYWHERE I POSSIBLY CAN ITS FUNNY AND ITS G R E A T PLOT #anyways enough rambles erm !! bye peace and love on planet earth #hershel’s octonauts au #inksoup

[hard-times-paramore]

And it was at this moment that he knew. He fucked up.

More wheelchair Pike

#it's the planet's fault for not being wheelchair accessible and it shall be kicked out of the Federation asap. #my posts #star trek #star trek ocs #christopher pike #ash tyler #my ocs #my art #stanna dashi #captain pike au

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

This is another piece of my Sons of Spargus au that involves The Game We Don't Acknowledge. Because for all its faults, I did like the homage to the Edge Chronicles, and it did corroborate a theory about dark eco I had lol

The edge of the world was strangely peaceful at night. If Jak closed his eyes, the distant thunder of the myriad waterfalls almost sounded like the ocean. Funny that, past or present, home to him meant the sea. That knife's edge between refuge and danger, ever shifting, bringing both life and death. Much like the two mass forms of eco, as his father often had to remind him.

"Dark eco is unstable, aye, but evil?" Damas shook his head scornfully. "It has no mind of it's own. How can it have a morality? It is no more evil than the sea. Unpredictable, dangerous, but not evil."

"You don't have it stuck inside you," Jak had argued, "It didn't make you an eco freak!"

His father had looked both stern and somehow sad at that. "Did you know that long ago it was not unheard of for the House of Mar to have two heirs? It was so that one could study dark eco, and the other would study light. Both sides in balance, in accordance with our House's symbol."

When Jak had given him an incredulous look, he'd smirked. "No, it's not something we advertise anymore. It doesn't generally go over well in polite conversation, as I'm sure you guessed. But people weren't always so...paranoid about the darkness, you know. You may be the first of our line in generations to have mastered both eco in its primordial form and its harmonized form without the use of a prism."

And now they had a prism. Now he understood what Damas and the monks' ancient scrolls meant by "primordial" and "harmonized". Dark eco was no more than the unregulated mixture of all forms of eco at once. He could guess then that light eco must be the same components, but in equal measure to balance themselves out. The difference between coal and a diamond, perhaps?

Jak flexed his fingers slowly, watching a bright yellow spark dance from fingertip to fingertip. He had been so certain that what the Baron did was irreversible. And in a way, it was. The transformation would always be there, waiting, in his darkest moments. But eco wasn't a chain anymore.

For the first time in four years, eco responded to him the way it had during his childhood. It was wild, and exuberant, and full of limitless possibility. It made him feel...renewed. Free.

I wish Father could see this.

Jak leaned back against the rigging with a bittersweet smile.

He was a long way from home.

"Orb for your thoughts?"

Phobos strolled to the railing, flipping her folding knife across her knuckles. She glanced up at him, feigning disinterest. "You've been out here most of the night, kiddo. Worried about your friend? Don't be. Phoenix is liable to talk her ear off, but he won't hurt her."

Jak cracked a smile. "Nah. I'm not worried about Keira. I mean, I reserve the right to hold this stunt over her head the next time she yells at me for being reckless, but I'm not worried."

The captain raised an eyebrow and leaned on the railing beside him. "Then why the long face?"

Because I know who you are and you'll never believe who I am-

Because I'm finally exploring the ends of the earth like I always wanted, but I can’t enjoy it until the eco storms stop-

Because I worry that without access to light eco crystals, Father's old injuries will start hurting him again-

Unable to put his thoughts into the words he wanted, Jak only shrugged and turned to face the stars. "I miss home," he said simply.

Phobos studied him for an uncomfortably long couple of seconds. "Missing Damas too?" she asked shrewdly.

Perhaps he should have been more discreet about his family, but Jak didn't want to lie to her.

"...yeah. Never really got to know what it felt like to actually be a kid until he took me in. Which is messed up, because I was somewhere around seventeen-ish at the time."

"Rough start in life, huh?" Phobos asked.

Jak snorted bitterly. "That's putting it mildly."

The sky pirate digested this in silence. Then she pulled herself up to sit in the rigging beside Jak. "Damas teach you how to find the lighthouse?" she asked.

"Yeah." A self-conscious smile flitted across Jak's face. "Yeah, I know how to get around the desert."

It was one of the only memories from before Haven that Jak had gotten back: being taken into the desert and shown the beacon at the top of the palace. The "lighthouse" all Spargans used as a compass to navigate the Wastelands. The really experienced Wastelanders didn't even need goggles. They could just look to the horizon and judge time and distance by where the beacon showed beyond their fingertips.

"Hm." Phobos raised a hand out in front of her as though she could touch the sky. "You can find Spargus with the stars, too."

Jak craned his neck in an attempt to see which star his mother was looking at.

"How? Where is it?"

With a half smile, Phobos grasped Jak’s hand and raised it up. "Here, look for the green star. The one that's brighter than the others. That's Corvus. It's part of what we call the Polaris galaxy."

"The Polaris galaxy?" Jak repeated, a little breathlessly, "How many planets are in it?"

"Dunno." Phobos shrugged. "But someday we'll figure out how to get up there, like the Precursors. Heck, maybe there's life out there that doesn't want to eat us for lunch. Precursors had to come from somewhere, right?"

She pointed to another speck of light in the sky. "There. Remember that one?"

Jak perked up. "The North Star. You can't see this one from Spargus."

"Wrong hemisphere," Phobos agreed. "But, put your hand up so that your trigger finger looks like it's touching the North Star. Now splay out your fingers until your pinky touches Corvus."

Bemused, Jak did as he was told. Phobos tapped his middle finger over until it touched his ring finger and threw an arm around his shoulders.

"Now say you're at the helm. Instruments are dead, and you've got nothin' but the stars. As long as you can find the midpoint between North and Corvus, you can chart a course straight across to Spargus. That's your lighthouse."

Warmth filled Jak's chest, threatening to sting his eyes. Phobos didn't know he was her son. She probably thought it was weird that her ex had adopted a couple of teenagers out of nowhere. Maybe she even thought it was an attempt to cope with Mar's loss. But here she was all the same, teaching him to find a path to Spargus in the night sky, just because she knew he was homesick. It spoke well of her character, this random act of kindness.

"Thank you, Captain," he said, and meant it.

There was a softness in Phobos's eyes that Jak was beginning to recognize from Damas and Sig. It seemed a little soon for his unknowing mother to already be a little fond of him -- which Jak didn't really understand. He didn't think he was all that lovable. But...it turned out his birth mother was actually a pretty cool person, and one heck of a pilot. There were far worse things than an expert captain and racer thinking you were kind of neat.

"Get some rest, kiddo." Phobos thumped his arm and hopped down from the rigging. "We'll be catching up with the Phantom Blade before too long. You'll have to launch your plane. I don't fire on other sky pirates as a professional courtesy."

Jak took one last look at the stars, then dropped back to the deck. "Aye, Captain."

Phobos nodded approvingly. "We'll make a pirate of you yet."

The idea made Jak snort. "I don't think Damas would like that very much."

"I'll blackmail him to get summer custody, it's fine," Phobos joked.

At least, Jak thought she was joking.

#jak and daxter #jnd #jak and daxter au #fic prompts #writing prompts #free day thursday #we dont talk about tlf no no no #but I'd headcanoned that you could separate dark eco into components and the game did lean into that #so it can stay for now as worldbuilding fodder but its on thin ice #jak's mother #captain phobos: we still don't know if thats a first name or surname and she's still not telling #mother-son bonding #a la Jim and Silver in Treasure Planet #meanwhile Keira is finally realizing that she's just jumped aboard with essentially British Daxter and is questioning her taste in men #sons of Spargus au

[shoefuckerr]

sorry for not posting, I'm battling my mental health but I'm trying to draw more now bc holidays. anyway, hers a bunch of unfinished stuff plus a marlone drawing whee

#lbp #littlebigplanet #little big planet #saba #sackboy a big adventure #marlon banjo #marlon random #newton pud #au #my au #marlon mullet #n.a.o.m.i #naomi saba #vex #vex saba #saba vex #captain pud #marlain #marlone #newtex #scarlet saba #barone lbp #gijinka #the arts

[melodythebunny]

the weremouse au but different. This still takes place where Steven is still Dr. Two Brains in the bbau. The weremouse issue is some type of lexiconian disease akin to the flu or chicken pox. Young Lexiconian children will usually deal with this disease once in their life time. During the day time, they look like normal humans, but at night is when they transform into a weremouse. These occurrences usually last about 2 to 3 months. The child afflicted with the curse develops an addiction to cheese that can often be difficult to control. They can still eat other foods, but they prefer cheese most of the time. There weremouse form is a bit bigger than them in size and looks like a big, regular mouse. They develop mice instincts that usually overcome their logical mindsets. They are not really dangerous though since they act like adolescent mice. You just have to keep them in a secure area so they won't accidentally cause destruction from roaming about in the area. It is difficult to contain a Lexiconian weremouse because they still retain their powers even in their transformation state. The cure unfortunately is to just wait it out for the duration of the 2 to 3 months. Now imagine Becky developing this issue on earth in Fair City. Imagine Dr. Two Brains, Bob, the Henchmen, and her friends trying to contain weremouse Becky or recapture her through hilarious antics.

its all really chaotic and everyone is just pitching in ig XD

#ninjastormhawkkat #dr. two brains #two brains' henchmen #henchmen wordgirl #they're trying their best to keep up #weremouse au #becky boxleitner au #violet heaslip #todd scoops ming #captain huggyface #bob botsford #squeaky #is a communist here/jjjjjjjjj #two brains protecc #huggy is just used to seeing this happen on hs planet #which is why he is unfazed #my art #doodles #sribbles