#I have like 3 more comics floating around in my head with them

[incomescrane]

The morning after the first long rest.

[m4rv3l-girl]

Hii pls for the love of God, can you,pake a part 2 of baby fever bucky? And part 3 and 4 cause damn 🥵🥵

I had to do it, I got asked many, many times ( @baw1066 @identity2212)…. So..

Happens to the Best of Us - Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: Pure filth. Breeding kink. Fingering. P in v sex.

“Say please, Doll.”

This pulled a sharp whine from your throat, a pulse beginning to form between your legs. “Hm..please, James..”

And that just about did it, Bucky’s name. His real name. That sent a spark down his spine and he could no longer hold his teasing demeanor, eager to lose control and breed Y/N. He could see your eyes flickering desperately down his body, starting at his neck and eventually landing on the bulge in his jeans.

“G’head, Kitten. Take what you want.” He muttered.

Your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to touch his skin, gasping at the feeling of his stomach, your fingers trace the lines of his chest and abs. Bucky groaned, his cock was practically throbbing now with the need to fill you up.

“Gonna’ make you a mommy.” He lifted your shirt gently yet hastily over your head, revealing your full, soft breasts. After staring in utter adoration for an almost comical amount of time, he cupped them in his hands, his metal thumb brushing over one of your nipples, making them harden into tight peaks.

Letting out a soft moan that lingered in your breath, your head fell backwards. "Buck...please, want your babies in me..."

He quickly acted to dull the pounding ache in your body, capturing your other nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. The hot muscle eased over your taut skin expertly. Your body curved up, hips instinctively grinding against the tough, structured fabric of his jeans. You could feel the moisture nigh-on dripping between your legs, you were aching to be satisfied by his touch. To be filled with his kids.

Bucky slipped his hand under your skirt with conviction, his cool, metal fingers finding the wet heat of your core. He hummed deeply. Slipping a finger inside into you with practiced skill, his thumb and palm messily rubbed your clit, making you grunt with pleasure.

"You're so wet, Y/N," he murmured against the hollow of your collarbone. "Really want my cock, huh? You’re just made to have my babies." Kissing lightly, his lips had a revenant quality as they danced across your chest.

You nodded enthusiastically - breath coming in short gasps. "Yes. Need it. Please..."

James slipped another Vibranium finger inside you, stretching you deliciously and preparing you for his cock. He could feel your muscles retracting around his fingers, your body both tight and begging for more. His mouth explored the expanse of your shoulder, his tongue sliding out and slipping along the arch where your arm joins your neck, continuing to finger you with delicate vigour.

Your body was positively burning, your senses overwhelmed with pleasure. You could feel an orgasm building, a swirling cloud of tension floating south as you got closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Y/N," Bucky whispered, his voice hoarse with a loose clutch on control. "Let me see you come undone, Kitty. It’ll make the seed take better."

With a cry, your body convulsed under the weight of ecstasy, your orgasm ripping through you like a pleasant combustion. Bucky captured your cry in his mouth, his fingers still curling up inside you, drawing out your pleasure.

When you finally rocked down from your release, Bucky lifted you up by the hips and stuffed a pillow under them to angle you upwards. His body covered yours completely. He kissed you deeply and lovingly, his cock throbbing with need as he rubbed it against your pussy.

"I want to feel you inside me," You whispered, darkened eyes locked with his. "I want to feel you breed me, Baby."

Bucky moaned. Not a grunt or a groan, but a true, pleasured moan. His cock was straining painfully by that point. He looked down with nothing but infatuation and lined himself up at your entrance, hands shaking in anticipation. Your hearts were pounding in sync, both sternums moving rapidly.

With one long breath he pushed his hips forward and slipped inside you, his body shuddering at the feel of your slick walls surrounding him raw, with no barrier between you. Your tight body welcomed him in and gripped him tight, causing both pairs of eyes to roll.

“So perfect, Darling…So pretty,” He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her. “M-Fuck..”

"Oh, God, yes," Moaning, your nails dragging down the marred flesh of his back. "Fuck me, James. Fuck me hard."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. You could feel his hips stuttering and faltering after catching your soft spots over and over, his thighs clenching as he approached the edge. He slipped a hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit again and stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"Come with me, Y/N," he growled, no longer thinking coherently. "Come with me, baby. I’m ’bout to come inside you-"

With a sob, you felt yourself transcend time and space. Toes curling, back arching, throat bobbing. The air was radiating heat as mingled fluids pooled on the bed.

“Fuck- Yes…Y/N…Gonna’ knock you up, Baby-“

Bucky cried out when your pussy contracted around his cock, your body milking him as he came, his cock convulsing as he filled you with his seed.

You lay there for a moment without breath, bodies entwined, gasps coming in ragged intervals. Bucky rolled off of you, his body spent, but his heart full of love. He pulled you into his arms immediately, your bodies fitting together perfectly.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft. "I love you so much."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with love. "I love you too, Bucky. More than anything."

You whine from overstimulation feeling his real hand draw a stripe from your naval to your entrance which was seeping with his release. But before you could reach down to stop him, he tutted. “It’s okay, Doll,” before spreading the liquid stuffing it into you with two fingers, keeping his cum inside you.

“Need to make sure it takes.”

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Soooo……what did you think? 🤔

Part 3 is out now!

[goodlucktai]

raised on little light (1/3)

rise of the tmnt word count: 2k pairing: leo & oc i've had this idea rattling around since the rise farewell comic earlier this year made it canon that the turtles had another brother and a sister floating around somewhere. we know who their sister is, so this is my take on that 5th brother. i hope you enjoy meeting him <3 big thank you to @soldrawss and @mykimouser for enabling my insane behavior (and thank you again to sol for drawing the art i included in this chapter!!!) title borrowed from northern attitude by noah kahan read on ao3

x

2020

Leo regretted his last words as soon as they left his mouth.

“Hero moves are totally your style”? As if Raph doesn’t have enough issues already.

But what he meant—what he would have tried to explain if there was time—was that Raph is his hero. He’s always been Leo’s hero. And if Leo could be anything like him, even for a second, even if it was the last thing he ever did, then he could be satisfied with that. 

It’s a silly thing to be stuck thinking about, laying on a torn up chunk of earth with a monster ominously lumbering somewhere below, looking for where it threw its toy. Laying there, feeling every bruise and broken bone, and hoping that he didn’t hurt his big brother’s feelings.

They’ll be okay, Leo thinks, trying to make it be the thing that gives him courage instead of just more homesickness. They’ll miss me, maybe for a long time, but they’ll be okay.

Leo’s supposed to be fighting for his life, but it’s all he can do to keep a grip on the photo in his hand, the only thing in this entire dimension worth holding onto. It’s all he can do to keep his eyes open when every blink is longer than the last. 

It feels like enough of a rebellion. The Krang looked annoyed that he was still breathing the last time it batted him through the void like a fly, which gives Leo the idea that he should probably be dead by now. He feels a detached sort of pride at how grown-up he’s being about all this. Better late than never

Leo waits for the Krang to come for him, dripping his blood and sneering his daddy’s nickname for him hatefully as it does, and hopes he made his family proud. 

Leo hopes he’ll go wherever Gram-gram is. It would be nice to know someone when he gets there. 

Movement in his periphery snags Leo’s attention. His brain starts throwing up warning flags, signaling danger—anything moving around in here is another parasite, or a Krang hound, nothing he’ll want to be sprawled out on a silver platter for—but he can’t summon any urgency. 

He turns his head and finds himself looking up at another turtle. 

It’s the very last thing he expected to see. They both just stare at each other for a moment. 

The newcomer appears to be a few years older than Leo, based on the broadness of their shoulders, and half a head taller. Their skin is more gray than green and their plastron is so pale it’s closer to white than yellow. Their carapace, what Leo can see of it, is a deep blue-black and they’re covered, skin and shell both, in white spots. Two of the spots on their face give the impression of eyebrows lowered in a glare, but they don’t seem angry at him.

The turtle is completely unfamiliar to Leo, which is saying something. He thought he and his family had the monopoly on… this whole situation. 

Disquieted, Leo remembers that he’s supposed to be the only turtle here. That was a very significant part of the decision he’d made. 

It must be a hallucination, he decides, instantly comforted by his own reasoning. That makes sense. He just wished that if his mind was going to conjure him some dying company it could at least be someone he knows. An imaginary Mikey or Donnie or Raphie for one last hug. One last affectionate forehead bonk. An “I still love you,” if that wasn’t asking too much. 

Don’t you cry now, he scolds himself sternly when his eyes start to blur and burn. It’s not about you. 

With a resounding crash of metal against stone, the Krang finds them at last. He’s snarling something that Leo is too slow to piece together before he cuts himself off—surprising the hell out of Leonardo by acknowledging the hallucination. That’s not how that works. 

“Another pest ,” the Krang hisses. His serrated teeth glint when he draws his gummy lips back in an ugly smile. His tone is oily and unpleasant when he adds, “You’re less colorful than those other ones. I would have remembered seeing you. Where were you when your accomplices were fumbling about in my Technodrome like the stupid creatures they are?”

“We won,” Leo reminds the alien, even though it makes him cough. His lips are warm and wet now but he won’t think about why. “Blew up your ugly ship. Who looks stupid now?” 

“Shut your mouth!” the Krang roars, going from slimy to homicidal in about three seconds. Leo cringes, every ounce of animal instinct in his body urging him to hide in his shell and ride the rest of this nightmare out. 

The spotted turtle snaps, “Don’t talk to him.” 

It would have made sense if he was looking at Leo when he said it. Don’t engage, don’t bait the big monster that could kill you with as much effort as it takes you to blink, et cetera ad nauseum. If only he’d had a nickel for every time he heard that. 

But instead the turtle is looking at the Krang, and he’s radiating the kind of cold-blooded murder that you mostly only see in movies. He has one arm flung out in front of Leo like he actually means to use it to stop the Krang from getting any closer. 

“Don’t even look at him,” he goes on, sounding seconds away from baring his teeth. 

This guy is significantly unaware of the danger he’s facing, and Leo ought to warn him about what enormous clusterfuck he’d just wandered into. Leo ought to say he appreciates the reptile solidarity, but you should definitely run, new guy. 

But this probably isn’t actually happening outside of his own head. And besides, Leo has to focus really hard on his numb fingers so he doesn’t drop his photo. 

“I’ll look where I please,” the Krang says, as unbothered by the hallucination as he was by Leo’s entire family. “Starting with that fool head of yours. I’m interested in whatever backdoor led you here. If it’s my way out, well —”

Adrenaline surges through Leo, and he’s hardly aware of moving before he’s lurching up and shouting out, “No!” 

He can’t get out, he can’t. Leonardo won’t be able to trick him again. He won’t be there to help this time. 

“I do have one thing for you,” the spotted turtle interrupts to say, reaching over his shoulder for what turns out to be a compound crossbow strapped to his back. 

Leo doesn’t know a lot about archery so it’s weird his fictional turtle does, crank-cocking the weapon like it’s an extension of his arm. He watches cluelessly as the turtle slides something very purple out of his jacket pocket and notches it into the groove where the bolts are supposed to go. It’s definitely not a bolt, but it’s a piercing-type projectile of some kind, and it fits in the crossbow like it was designed with crossbows in mind. 

The turtle aims the bow at the Krang, who clicks the claws of his metal suit on the ground the way Splinter would drum his fingers on the kitchen counter when he was waiting on the microwave. The Krang looks condescending and mildly curious, like he’s watching dumb little animals do something they’re not trained to do. 

“He told me to tell you he’s sorry he couldn’t be here to see this part,” the spotted turtle says, and then shoots without a second of hesitation or unnecessary dramatics. 

The Krang bats the projectile away, or tries to, but it explodes on contact with his armor, and suddenly all Leo can smell is burning metal. Then burning meat. 

The Krang begins to scream, clawing at something defiantly purple with a mind of its own that eats straight through him the effortless, immediate way corrosive acid chews through soft tissue. It moves like nanotech, covering as much of the Krang as possible in a manner of seconds and clearly designed to consume whatever it touches like a school of cartoon piranhas. 

Donnie would love it, color scheme and all. 

The Krang stumbles drunkenly, howling like a creature possessed, and Leo and his turtle companion both watch silently until he tips over the edge of the hunk of torn earth they’re on. Gravity is nonexistent in this dimension, so he doesn’t so much fall as sort of drift in another direction while he’s distracted with the purple stuff that’s doing its best to eat him alive. 

The last handful of minutes have been so bizarre that it’s actually going pretty far in convincing Leo that none of it happened for real. The Krang hasn’t actually found him yet. This is clearly a dream. Or a pre-death electrical storm as the neurons in his brain fire up to fizzle out.  

He tips his head to the side again to stare up at the archer, who is putting his bow away with perfect confidence that whatever that purple thing was, it will do the job. 

“Who are you?” Leo asks stupidly. 

“Gio,” the probably imaginary turtle replies.

Leo’s mouth runs off before he can stop it. “Just Gio? Like Cher?”

God, he thinks. That was stupid, Leo. Not the time or place, Leo. You’re in the prison dimension. You’re dying here and you can’t even cut the jokes now? Raph was so right about you.

But the imaginary turtle surprises him by smiling slightly, the corners of his mouth pulling just barely upwards in a way that somehow completely transforms him. Not the time or place for jokes or smiling at them but here they are. Like company.

“Giorgio Hamato,” ‘Gio’ says. That lands in Leo’s ears as something remarkably worth making a lot of noise over, but he can’t begin to unpack it. And after a second, he forgets what the remarkable part was. His mind is a deck of cards that got shuffled too enthusiastically and ended up scattered all over the floor. Gio doesn’t seem to mind when Leo just blinks at him, adding, “I’m here to take you home.”  

“Pretty sure Uber doesn’t come out this far,” Leo mumbles, the words a paint smear, all thick and wet and muddy. One of his teeth feels broken and it’s keeping him awake, a blistering ache that cracks through the back of his mouth like lightning. “And I’ve got, like, zero bars.”

This is how I cope, he thinks, watching the bigger turtle absorb the second bad joke in as many minutes. Leo’s blinking fast so he doesn’t cry. He’s trying to focus on anything but the pain radiating through his whole body, and the swallowing darkness all around him, and the ruins of ancient metal ships looming where they float unrestricted by gravity, and the ballistic howls of a pissed-off pink alien still dealing with whatever the heck this Gio guy did to him.

He can’t focus on any of that because all of that is scary and he’s already terrified. He needs to not be terrified because he doesn’t want to be that kind of ghost when he haunts his family. He wants to be the friendly, funny kind, the kind that gets to stay at the end of the movie, the kind that will make silly faces at Mikey so he doesn’t get scared, and leave sticky notes for Donnie to remember to charge his phone and drink enough water, and cover Raphie with an extra blanket while he’s asleep because it gets cold at night but he always leaves his bedroom door open for them.

If Leo’s friendly and funny, if he helps, he’ll get to stay. He didn’t get to stay the first time, so this time he has to make it stick.

Larger hands wrap around his. It doesn’t register for a second, and then it does in a big way.

Leo jerks his head up. Moving just that much hurts like his ribs are broken all the way down and the bones in his leg have all melted into liquid agony, but it clears some of the fog away.

Someone is holding his hands in the prison dimension.

An alien like the Krang wouldn’t know the first thing about the human gesture, the togetherness of it, so it’s not some mean trick that’s being played. And it can’t be an imaginary turtle that Leo dreamed up, after all, because kindness would be the last thing he’d give himself.

Possibly very real Gio says, “Fuck Uber. Whatever that is. And don’t repeat that word.”

The punchy breath Leo chokes in is going to punch out again as a laugh or a sob. Leo squeezes the bigger turtle’s hands, photo crinkling between them, suddenly tethered to something in this void and hysterically certain that he’ll die for real if Gio lets go.

“I’m sixteen.” Leo’s voice wobbles. He doesn’t know what to react to first. He doesn’t understand how this is happening. He holds on. “I can say the fuck word if I want to, I’m practically an adult.”

Gio’s face does something it hurts to look at. His eyes are dark and sincere, the shape of them entirely familiar. There’s a warmth inside him that permeates the gloom. A star belonging to a much larger galaxy, but more significantly, belonging to the same crooked constellation Leo belongs to.

I know you, he thinks, surprised by the truth of it. I do. Where have you been?

“We’re going home,” Gio says, the certainty in his voice like one of those huge stones a river parts around, unmoved by the currents and crashing water. “I know the way out. Don’t worry about it. Close your eyes.”   

The worst thing that could happen has already happened, Leo thinks. There’s no reason not to trust him. There’s nothing left to lose. He closes his eyes.

He feels himself drawn in, tucked against the built-in armor of a turtle chest, head resting on a broad shoulder. He’s been carried like this a million times before. He didn’t think it would happen again. Somewhere along the line, he’d been picked up for the last time and put down for the last time, and now he’s here, where no one who loves him can reach him, to scoop him up when he falls asleep on the sofa and take him to bed.

But Gio lifts him up like he’s still a kid. The Krang is bellowing hateful promises in between the grating shrieks of pain, promises of what he’ll do when he gets his hands on Leo, but all of that is far away. 

Leo isn’t afraid anymore. He isn’t going to be a ghost.

He’s pretty sure he’s going home.   

[tmos-time]

hello hello hello!!! It has been. Quite a while! I hope your year is going well and that your pride month has had a wonderful start! Or at the very least hasn't been bad :D May I have a headcanon in these trying times :? Perhaps one pertaining to an au? Or whatever's been on your mind lately

aw hey!!! hope your year has been going well too!! i have decided to give you my erisol understuck au proof of concept thoughts LOL

i have rotated this damn mini au in my head so many times. the comedy to be found in eridan being mettaton AND the royal scientist (and half-assedly pretending not to be) at the same time while sollux is stuck being an assistant/maintenance worker/public-facing royal scientist is so silly to me <3 anyways heres key notes on the au under a read more lol

eridan immediately shows off his walking around form to MSPA reader (who is obviously the best choice to be in the frisk role in an undertale au lets be real here) BEFORE the trivia show. sollux is also way more subtle about giving the right answers away, but still fucks up by pointing out a trick question, leading to the crush question

eridan's answers for "who does sol have a crush on" are aradia, feferi, karkat, and equius. this leads to bickering, mainly spurred by sollux being dumbfounded that eridan would put equius as an option out of all fourth options. MSPA reader, after listening to them yapping at each other for long enough, can get the option to pick eridan over the other options instead, leading to eridan flusteredly turning back to his little flying box form and comically floating away into the rafters. otherwise, the trivia battle ends on eridan trying to make fun of sollux and sollux complaining that everyone around him is stupid and cant read emotions lol

the rest of the hotland route is pretty unplanned; sollux probably minds his business, doesnt add you to his social media, and is blunt when having to direct you through the puzzles. he has no issues about being liked like alphys does hes is Just There he is Chilling. if you pick eridan in the trivia battle theres bonus dialogue sollux brings up about eridan + they probably get a "yeah i give a shit about you i guess, whatever, shut up" level of a confession scene after eridan's battle lol

not getting into all the ELABORATE thoughts i have on how the geno route would go but listen. look at the design i gave eridan. you know hes going down in one hit with a well placed shattering of the glass stomach as a homage to his canon death LOL

[airbendertendou]

sunscreen and doughnut shaped floats! ♥︎ tokyo revengers

anon requested : Hello, may I please request the Tokyo Revengers characters (as many and anyone you feel like including) + the reader having a water fight (with balloons, water guns and hoses)? I loved the karaoke night with Toman!!

synopsis : a pool day with toman! gender neutral reader wears a swimsuit and puts on sunscreen. [name] used in place of y/n. everyone is a lil in love w reader <3

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

Baji grins as he turns the dial on the stereo, turning the volume up even higher. A sound of protest is drowned out, the song overlapping any disagreements. A loud whoop! is heard, followed by a splash as Mikey cannonballs into the pool.

You shake your head with a small laugh as Draken waves his spatula in the air, frown on his face. The sunscreen bottle in your hand is more than half empty, slowly falling into your open palm. Cold, soft hands land on your bare shoulders, them jolting and stiffening in response.

"Sorry," Mitsuya grins at you, raising his hands. He points to the bottle in your hand, "want me to get your back? Ken's got the grill covered for now."

You nod, handing him the bottle. "Sure. Thanks, 'suya."

His grin widens, "no problem." You turn, bare back facing the lilac-hiared boy as he lathers his hands in sunscreen. You jolt, the cream ice cold and frigid as it glides onto your skin. You can feel Mitsuya's laugh as his breath hits your neck. "S'a little cold, hm, [name]?"

Letting out a huff, you stare at him over your shoulder, "yeah, a little." Mitsuya only winks in response as his hands lower to your waist. "Think I can handle it from here—"

"[Name]." Chifuyu is suddenly in front of you as he frowns. Green eyes narrow at the boy over your shoulder — you curl your lips into your mouth to stop your laughter. "Can you put that on me when you're done?"

"I don't mind doing it." But, Chifuyu ignores Mitsuya, eyes widening at you in an attempt to look innocent. Another laugh is huffed against your neck, fingers trailing around your waist until they're on your torso. "[Name]'s busy."

"Doing what?"

You clear your throat — another useless attempt to hide your amusement. "Here," you reach a hand back to Mitsuya, "I'll put some sunscreen on you while Mitusya finishes up. Alright?"

Chifuyu frowns again, but turns his back to you anyways. You lather the sunscreen into your hands, hoping to warm it up a little before putting it on him. Mitsuya laughs again — closer this time — before placing a small kiss to your shoulder.

"I'm going to help Draken out," he speaks. Chifuyu's shoulders relax at the words, moving with your hands as he's slathered with sunscreen. "Be back soon. ...Maybe tell Mitchy to get out of the sun."

The green-eyed boy turns to face you, eyes scrunching as you layer cream onto his face. He watches Mitsuya leave, "don't rush back."

You tap his nose, "don't be mean." You look to the left, where Takemichi is laying out, snoring as he slowly roasts. His skin is already reddened, tender to the touch as his sunburn worsens. "Mitchy! Lookin' lobster-like, bud!"

The blond startles, sunglasses falling to the side as he sits up. "Ack!" he lets out at the color of his skin. Big, comical tears well up in his eyes, "I look like a giant strawberry!"

Baji — ignoring everything around him other than the sound of his favorite song — slaps the blond on his back. "Lookin' good, Mitchy!"

Another whine leaves Takemichi's throat at the feeling. You let out a sigh, lightly tapping Chifuyu's shoulders. "You're all covered, 'Fuyu. Baji, be careful with Mitchy's skin, okay?"

Emma waves you over as she leans against the pool wall. You sit with your legs in the water, smiling down at her. She pouts, "Mikey won't stop splashing me."

You shake your head playfully, "Mikey, be nice to your sister."

"She doesn't play mermaids right."

Emma spins to face him, frown deepening. "You don't play right!" She crosses her arms over her chest, "you keep copying me."

Mikey shrugs, sitting on the steps of the pool as he swings his legs together, mimicking a mermaid tail. "Your ideas are better than mine. But, I want a purple to blue glitter tail and water powers."

Emma groaned, "I wanted water powers! You wanted to talk to animals."

Mitsuya comes to sit beside you, a bag of chips in his hand. He holds the bag out to you, eyeing Mikey and Emma. "You can both have water powers, right?"

"Then it's not fun anymore." Mikey turns his head with a pout. Emma lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes before swimming off. Mikey looks at you once more, "food almost done?"

"Only a few more minutes!" Smiley calls from the yard. He's helping Draken grill as Angry holds an aluminum pan for the cooked food to go in. "Go ahead and get dried off."

——♥︎——

"Baji Keisuke," you speak between teeth, "do not play in the fire like that."

The boy scowls, putting the tiny stick he'd picked up back to the ground. Draken sighs as he manages the fire, shaking his head at Mikey's marshmallow covered cheeks. Takemichi winces with every move he makes, his sunburnt skin aching and burning with the movement.

Mitsuya had gone home to care for his sisters ; Emma leaving to wash the chlorine out of her hair. Angry hands you a new marshmallow, holding a small piece of chocolate for you next. Smiley is across the fire, trying to take the designated fire stick from Draken.

"Hey," Chifuyu sits to your right, draping a blanket over your lap. "If you get any colder let me know, okay?"

You nod, taking the fully made s'more from Angry. As you bite into the sweet, you watch as Baji burns the marshmallow he has before handing it to Smiley. Mikey swoops in, though, eating the piping hot sweet directly from the stick.

"Mikey—" Draken lets out another sigh, shaking his head.

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[misspelledwordswizard]

Alright, I'm feeling some Sky fluff so how about The Chain ends up on Skyloft and Sky takes the reader for a ride on Crimson as a cute little date?

Oh, that was so sweet to write! I hope you like it <3

A date in the skies

The blond man’s blue eyes shone as he recognized the place they had arrived at after passing through that portal. The blue sky surrounded the surroundings, the wind howled along with the sound of several birds flying nearby, all of this mixing with the natural cacophony of the people who lived there, on that large island in the sky.

The others, however, seemed a little more than confused about their current location. Of course, most quickly associated it with the heroes of the skies, but it was still shocking and intriguing, it was all very new to the others, including me, who had been following them for several months now.

Sky promptly informed and explained to everyone that they were in Skyloft, his home, and made sure to give them a quick tour of it, mainly to prevent them from ending up lost. The sun was shining high in the sky indicating the beginning of the afternoon when he finally finished explaining everything about the island to his brothers, releasing them to explore it at will as long as they returned to the designated meeting point, the knight academy, at the end of the afternoon.

I considered the idea of going exploring as well, I’m naturally quite curious about the place where my beloved was born and raised, but I want much more to spend this time alone with him and enjoy this beautiful day. Knowing Link, he must have planned the whole day for the two of us, maybe he’ll show me the places of his childhood, or we’ll just spend some quiet time together, either way it’ll be great.

I stood next to him as everyone dispersed, some obviously more excited than others, but all curious about the floating island we’d ended up on. As soon as the others were out of sight, we looked at each other, already knowing what the other was thinking, and we smiled at the coincidence.

— Okay, Mr. Romantic, what are your plans for today?

— Oh, I’m so excited for this, I’ve been waiting for the chance to show you Skyloft, and Crimson, and spend some time alone, I could take you flying after a romantic picnic. – He replied, visibly excited about the idea, making me smile at the lovely thought.

— That sounds great, love. I couldn’t think of anything better, but just being able to spend this day with you makes me happy. Especially when it’s been so long since we’ve had our alone time. – I said, remembering all the company, as much as they were very dear to me, sometimes eight brothers-in-law could be a bit much.

With the plans set, we went together first so I could meet my boyfriend’s Loftwing, a large red bird, with a huge beak, who looked at me curiously. He seemed to accept me well, though. He happily let me stroke his soft neck feathers, rubbing his head against me affectionately, and Sky seemed very pleased with that.

After this friendly encounter, we agreed that it would be time to eat something, we had been walking for a while and this would be the perfect moment for that romantic picnic previously planned. We bought some food and walked towards the waterfall that flowed into the island’s lake. It was truly a spectacular sight to behold, the water fell beautifully and sparkled reflecting the sun’s rays, giving the place na almost magical air.

I was totally enchanted by the Remlits on the way there, they were totally adorable, had soft fur and kept following us around so we could play with them. But I have to admit that I almost had a heart attack when I saw Link throw one of them off the edge of the floating island. I mean, I trust my boyfriend, of course I do, but who in their right mind wouldn’t be scared by that? And of course, to my surprise, the little feline came flying back with his ears, which was partly relieving, partly adorable, and partly comical.

We turned our attention back to the meal we were waiting for, choosing a spot near the lake, on the bright green grass, sorting out what we had brought and laying it out on a charming red picnic blanket. We took our time to eat, our conversation flowed as always, it was always a mutual understanding, a comfortable and fun topic to discuss. I love hearing the sound of his voice, how excited he seemed to be talking about his era and his adventures, and now, seeing how beautiful and wonderful this place was, I could understand.

We must have spent a good few hours there, much more engrossed in each other than in the activity itself, and every moment was wonderful, I must say. Sharing a very different pumpkin treat was na experience, it seemed that pumpkins were popular around here, and certainly everything they made with them was delicious.

— Are you ready to go, feather? – Link asked, using his sweet nickname he gave me.

— Sure, dear. I’m excited to do this, even though I must admit I’m a little apprehensive.

— Don’t worry, you’ll be more than safe with me, my love. With that, we finished putting our things away and walked towards the statue of Hylia. The large statue that was visible from all over Skyloft. Arriving there, I was even more impressed by its size, but that didn’t draw as much attention as the red bird that flew over the place, just waiting for the hero’s command.

Link asked me to wait on the edge, and then jumped without any hesitation, something that would have scared me if I hadn’t known it beforehand, but I couldn’t help but be at least a little surprised. Soon the sound of his whistle was heard, and then my boyfriend resurfaced, riding his Loftwing, close to where I was, holding out his hand so I could climb up too. Even though it was a bit difficult, that’s what I did, and then I held on tightly to the blond, making him laugh. My grip tightened when I felt the large bird move, flapping its wings and rising into the sky. I hid my face in the crook of Sky’s neck and only saw what was around us again when I felt the flight stabilize.

The view from up there was incredible, it was possible to see the whole of Skyloft from there. I could see, even though with some difficulty, some of the boys walking towards the knight academy. Only then did I notice that it was late afternoon, the sun was setting on the horizon, bathing everything and everyone with its golden rays that made the situation even more beautiful. It was breathtaking, without a doubt. I managed to get used to the feeling of flying, so it became something fun and magical, and being able to be so close to Link was na added bonus, it was the perfect way to end the day.×

— This is beautiful. – That was all I could think when my mind was too busy processing all of that. – I love you, Link.

— I love you too, feather. – He said smiling, looking divine illuminated by the sunset light, making me think how lucky I was.

[dayseedrawz2]

Today on Daysee gives In to the voices in her head...

a TADC fic based on a silly dream I had! :D

This is just gonna be some indulgent shipping stuffs

Specifically Abstragedy, bunnydoll and showtime (And Platonic Kinger and Pomni because episode 3 shattered my being)

Could this be seen as Pre-Ring-Misstress??? Maaayyyybbeeeeeeee.....

(Sidenote, this is unrelated to the Old body swap comic that I did. Buuut if that's what you want, do let me know! Maybe I'll write something about it in the future!!)

Enjoy!!

[Swap shenanigans | a TADC One-shot fic!]

It was a typical day in the Amazing Digital Circus. Well, as typical as it could get. Nothing was ever exactly normal, with the ringmaster always giving the gang wacky quests and all. But as of recently, things were different. The crew was standing around waiting for Caine's inevitable arrival.

☆Good morning, my superstars!!☆

The cast collectively groaned.

☆Huh... tough crowd today, I see? Well not to worry! Today's just going to be a simple in-house adventure!☆

▪︎Oh really? Lemme guess, the intelligently advanced AI is running out of ideas??▪︎

Jax questioned Caine sarcastically. The ringmaster laughed.

☆Me? Out of ideas? Ha! Of course not. Though, this wasn't mine. I planned this with the help of a friend!☆

He turned towards Pomni, which prompted everyone else to do the same. The Jester could do nothing but force a smile and shyly wave.

□Oh? Well... sounds like fun! ...what are we waiting for?□

Ragatha slowly said, just wanting to get on with it.

☆Of course, my button-eyed friend! Let's get on with the adventure!!☆

With a snap of his fingers... nothing happened. Or so it seemed, until Caine's voice came from Pomni's mouth.

☆We've dubbed this adventure "The Body swap"! We will be stuck in each others models for the next 24 hours! Just so there's no confusion, Gangle has swapped with Zooble, Jax has swapped with Ragatha, Kinger has swapped with Bubble, And (as you could probably already tell) Pomni has swapped with Me!☆

Zooble looked down at they're now Ribbon-y body and back up at the ringmaster.

◇...What's the catch?◇

Pomni struggled to adapt to Caine's fight controls. Her feet eventually met the ground and she walked over to the rest of the group.

♧The catch? There is none. When Caine granted me permission to help him out with certain things, I wanted to let you guys off easy. He still wanted to mix things up, so we made a compromise.♧

☆Everyone just have fun-!☆

Caine stumbled as he attempted to meet Pomni's side. He let out a loud 'oomph' as his face met the floor.

♧Oh- uh- here.♧

She lended him his cane. He managed to prop himself up with it, the limbs of his temporary body still shaking.

☆I, uh- Thank you, my dear...☆

The ringmaster rubbed the side of his new face. He looked away from the others, hoping they couldn't see the excitement forming in his code. However, now that he was no longer a floating pair of eyes and teeth, anyone could see how flushed his face was. Thankfully, not all of them noticed.

Zooble stared at Gangle, who now occupied their body. They stared at her, confused. She seemed content. Well, at least more than usual. She seemed okay with it. But why couldn't they be? Zooble stared down at themselves, now in Gangles body. It wasn't much, but at least it wasn't the same brightly colored jumbled mess that it normally was.

◇...I guess this isn't so b-◇

Jax swung his now ragdoll-like leg and kicked Zooble onto the floor. They became a pile of ribbon and shattered porcelain on the ground.

▪︎Ha! You're even weaker than usual, Zoobie!▪︎

They lifted a ribbon hand weakly but dropped it in frustration and defeat as Jax walked away. Gangle whimpered seeing them like that.

□Hey, that wasn't very nice!□

Ragatha looked down at Jax in disapproval.

Jax continued to mock her. Bubble, occupying Kinger's Model, stood in front of both of them.

▪︎Oh really? My bad. How out of character for me! "Hi, I'm Ragatha! I'm such a pushover! Oh no! Don't be mean! Being mean is mean!" Is that better??▪︎

□Cmon, now, lighting up. It's not so bad!□

°○So... witch one is it?○°

▪︎Huh? What're you talking about?▪︎

°○Are you acting out just to act out, or because you're not the tallest anymore? OR, is it because you're dressed like a girl now??○°

Ragatha covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

□Heh, maybe Bubble is right! Is he?□

Jax stammered.

▪︎I- no-! you- Shut up...▪︎

He stomped to his room, frustrated.

Gangle struggled to untagle Zooble with their body's strange hands, but she managed to get them upright and pick up the fragments of her mask on the floor.

~I'm... I'm sorry about that...~

She avoided looking at Zooble, afraid how they would respond.

◇...It's fine, don't worry about me.◇

Gangle looked up at them.

~You mean... you aren't upset?~

◇You know how he is. I'm just glad it wasn't you this time.◇

Gangle smiled sincerely. She double-checked the floor for all the scattered masks peices.

~I'm... gonna go fix this. You can come... if you want.~

◇Sure. Got nothing better to do.◇

The pair left to the hallway together.

Caine wandered the Circus interior alone. He relied a little bit less on his cane, but he still used it to walk around. He stumbled upon Pomni and Kinger, together near the stage. She had placed kinger into a bucket of soapy water.

♧Okay, I'm just gonna leave you in here for a while. I don't wanna risk popping you. I'll check on you in a but, okay?♧

She placed another bucket on top of the one Kinger was in so he could be secluded in darkness. His voice echoed from the inside.

+Wow, so this is how it feels to be a water bug!+

♧... yeah, just let me know if you need anything alright? Alright, uh, have fun!♧

Now that she was alone, she could finally get a good hang of these flight controls. She had only ever floated against her will when Caine would drag her places. She flailed around for a while, but she slowly got used to it. ...Until she was startled by a familiar voice and flew into a wall.

☆Testing the flying mechanics, I see?☆

She peeled herself off the wall and met Caine at eye level.

♧...you could say that.♧

She rubbed her shoulder.

☆Allow me to help! I could use a break from all this walking myself.☆

♧But won't you just fall?♧

☆Oh, no! I've done it with you multiple times, remember? Just pull me up there with you, and I won't, trust me!☆

He stretched out his arm towards hers. There was a small amount of hesitation, but she reached for it and pulled him into the air with her. Letting go, he still stayed airborne. He spun in place and cheered.

☆Whoohoo!! Now that's more like it!!☆

Pomni chuckled at the sight of his enthusiasm. She joined and twirled around a bit herself. It was rather relaxing not having a crisis or being chased by a monster for once... it was just the two of them having fun.

They laughed and danced in the air for hours. Caine looked at Pomni. He lit up at the sight of her actually enjoying herself for once. He was greatful to have met a circus member like her. Someone so smart, and thoughtful, and kind, and comes up with the best adventures!

☆My dear, I must say, you really outdid yourself. This was a great idea!!☆

He paused his arial tricks and met Pomni's gaze.

♧Me..? All I said was to make things more mundane. You thought up most of this.♧

☆Well, of course, but I wouldn't have without your input!☆

♧Please, I-♧

Caine planted his hand on her shoulder firmly.

☆My dear, you have an amazing mind. And a big heart, too. You shouldn't take that for granted.☆

Pomni froze. She never thought Caine could give genuine words of affirmation. Granted, it was weird to hear it coming from her own mouth, but it touched her none the less.

♧I... thank you...♧

The words barely managed to escape her throat. She could only give attention to the fact that Caine's hand still lingered on her shoulder. Caine noticed her glancing to the side. He quickly realized what he had been doing and removed his hand.

☆Oh- no problem, my dear...☆

God why do human faces overheat so much...

+Can I come out now?+

Pomni had forgotten about Kinger. She quickly flew over and removed the top bucket so he could escape.

♧Kinger! Could you uh... do us a favor and go check up on the others? I bet you Jax has caused some mayhem by now...♧

+Oh, of course! See ya later, Pomni!+

Kinger floated off toward the hallway, presumably where everyone else had gone. Pomni's attention immediately went back to the ringmaster.

☆Do... you maybe wanna do flying lessons another time? Yaknow, minus the body swap thing..?☆

Pomni nodded her head.

♧Sure... that would be nice...♧

☆Well then, I'll let you go! Until tomorrow, my dear!☆

Pomni left to her room, where she would sleep through the night, and the next day would be normal.

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...

Okay yeah this kinda just became a Pre-Ring-Misstress fic-

Anywayyy, uhh thanks for reading I guess.

Imma add this to the R-M fic masterpost because yes-

Also I need to eep now-

[zahri-melitor]

Newish Comics:

Action Comics #1072: I am enjoying following the path of both of these stories, but I'm getting the vibes that I need some things to start happening soon, rather than stacking up more mystery boxes.

Still delighted by Kenan and Kon's antics though. The decision to team them up continues to pay off.

Detective Comics #1090: look, have we seen the premise of Thomas helping characters he probably shouldn't have, as a doctor, and that leading to disaster down the track before? Yes. Am I going to enjoy the parallels again anyway? Also yes. Get Leslie into this plot, Tom Taylor, for some support for Thomas' tendencies.

Nightwing #119: My first thought here is how nice it is to see a run that's picking up smoothly from the last one and where the writer is fully indoctrinated on Dick/Babs flirting from the Dixon days. It's got potential and so far I don't mind the characterisation.

Absolute Wonder Woman #1: I think this is probably going to end up my favourite title from the Absolute line. The art was beautiful and full of character, and I really loved the characterisation of Circe in this, and how she moves from indifferent to a mother. "How you fall in love with a child is by raising it." gaaaaaaah I had those words still ringing in my head last night as I was supervising bathtime and teeth brushing.

Green Arrow #17: and we finally get this book handed off from Joshua Williamson. First half was more tidying up of the Absolute Power mess (without much real resolution, but we all need to move on from that plot), but the new run with Chris Condon looks like it has some promise. I'm happy to go with it for the second.

The Flash #14: Skartaris time! I still need to actually get to the point where I understand what the current timeline of Skartaris is from Flashpoint onwards, because my personal understanding is that Travis should be DEAD DEAD DEAD but yet he's still around. I suspect this is because nobody at DC actually cares about Warlord lore enough to make this a problem, aside from Mike Grell, who at this point is in 'sure, that art proposal sounds fun to draw' life stages.

Anyway, the concept of the Wests all going to Skartaris for some family bonding time is hysterical (by both definitions) and I eagerly await to see how Spurrier handles adapting it for an audience who isn't already used to Skartaris oddities. The fact we have floating Ancient Atlantean buildings in the art is a very promising sign to me, though.

Zatanna: Bring Down The House #5: This was a good conclusion to the story. It's been very much Black Label levels of existing in its own continuity, and I respect how it was put together. I do wonder how much of Tamaki's insistence on how she characterised and centred rabbits in the run is influenced by and in opposition to that classic picture of Giovanni Zatara from The Books of Magic #3 with the dead rabbit.

Batman: The Brave and the Bold #18:

I really liked the art in Doubt. It was quite effective.

The Constantine and Streaky team up remained completely unnecessary but oh well, not written for me.

Reflections was an interesting team up! I wouldn't have put M'gann and Jackson together (actually I just realised this was probably influenced by YJA, carry on), but they do both have interesting placement in their narratives of Xebel v Atlantis and White v Green Martian. Wish the story had leant a bit more into that outsider narrative from the villain to try and convince them.

Why do we have a random Harley Quinn story from nowhere in the continuity? anyway.

Robin Season is uh not particularly good Tim and Damian characterisation (in that the one-upmanship competition doesn't really feel how the two of them compete?) but it's full of interesting background detailing for indications of setting.

The Warlord #73: This week for our second trip to Lost World of Skartaris, we're starting out strong as Travis is still trapped in the bondage tree from last week.

Terrible bondage peril! Over a fire!

Only to be further attacked by flying dinosaurs of some description!

Thanks for the art, Dan Jurgens.

We spend 6 pages of this comic with Travis trying to escape from the tree vines clinging to him, while also fighting the dinosaurs. We have never been more back.

In terms of the plot that doesn't involve tying Travis up in perilous situations, we're still tracking down the plague unicorn. The unicorn dies in a swamp, the gang figure out that Scarheart, our non-Skataran speaking friend from another dimension probably drank magical healing water from a pool which is why he doesn't have Unicorn Plague, and they go off to get some to heal everyone who's sick. Shakira gets better and falls immediately for Scarheart. They decide to hang out with the group of travellers who speak to animals and leave the main story group for a bit.

Also Travis uses up all his bullets, yet again. I must assume he just has a supplier in Skartaris by now who's worked out how to make ammunition.

[maxisanangrywell]

Review & Rant Concerning MW3 Reboot

**This has Spoilers for MW3. If you have not played the full game and care about spoilers, please do not read.**

To preface this, hi!! I'm Max is a Well, and I am a writer. I have not published any novels, but I do have one in the works. I have written for plenty of people, including some pretty big fanfiction authors [past tense] (not as impressive as most, but I quite enjoyed it), and I have written my fair share of fan artworks, and then a few half published WIPs are floating around the internet somewhere. I've been writing since I was like, 12 years old. I've done it for the better part of my life now, and I've turned some heads with my writing. If circumstances were better where I could pursue this passion for full-time, I'd probably be really well off by now. All this to say, I'm very much someone who knows a lot about writing, story pacing, emotions dramatics and the whole 9 yards.

I love playing games and immersing myself within what's happening in game, and I got that feeling from MW1 & 2, but 3 was just, a little rough feeling. I can't quite explain it, but it just didn't have the same vibe as the first or second. I enjoyed the narrative although, again really rough story telling. (You're gonna get that in games like this that are essentially propaganda for a certain cause or organization, so I disregard most of it. It's the "look this is cool guys! You wanna do this," kind of thing.)

Then, Price didn't let Soap kill Makarov. Standing from a narrative point of view, we were told this guy 1, is extremely dangerous extremist, and threatening to bring WW3 onto humanity. 2, Brass is worried about this, and if they're worried about it, than we need to be too. (This solidifies that the man is a genuine threat, and that he needs to be treated as such. Often this means, a straight up get rid of this guy.) 3, Price and the 141 have some history with Makarov. Then, to build off this, in the previous game, MW2, we literally were on a to-kill mission for Hassan. So if Makarov is an even bigger threat than Hassan, (and Hassan had MISSILES), then, shouldn't we have killed Makarov when given the chance?

Also to build off this, they are all within the SAS, or have passed SAS selection. They are, narratively speaking, the best of the best within their specific branch. They are more than well trained and specialists when it comes to Counter-Terrorism, which with that would come with knowing things like how to properly debilitate your enemy, knock them out, etc. They would have had done interrogations to get specific information and you can't just bring someone awake to a location to be interrogated. You would have to knock them out or debilitate them prior before moving. Yet, they didn't do any of that. Just, knocked his ass to the ground after a stab to the shoulder.

None of it past a certain point makes any sense narratively, and me as a writer is so fucking pissed. They made Makarov a fucking badass and BBEG for the century, yet they kill off arguably one of the best liked characters? Especially after Neil did so much advertising for the fans and even doing the corny Christmas thing that was all over COD TikTok for a few good weeks afterwards. People were going WILD over the Scot, and Ghost.

One thing you learn pretty quickly when creating content, whether it be games, art, comics, novels, etc... is that you got to feed your fanbase from time to time. You give them an inch, and you'll get a mile. No one needed to die within the third game, especially when it felt so rushed. If they really needed the suspense, then they could have easily injured Soap, and kept us wondering if he was alive, and then revealed him okay within the fourth installment. That would have made people buy the game just to see if their favorite was still around, and who knows, maybe they'd actually enjoy the story and decide to play the rest of the game.

What really pissed me off other than the weird pacing of the stretch of the game is the way they reacted to Soap's death. Now, they didn't have to be horribly torn up at it like Price in the original series, in fact, that would be horribly unrealistic. My mother is a hospice nurse, so she's gotten close to a lot of patients that have passed. Some being really traumatic and saddening ways. She can't cry anymore, but she does grieve, and she grieves hard when it's a patient she's had for a while and gotten close to. You can't look me in the eyes, and tell me these three men who have just spent a year and some change chasing down Hassan, and now Makarov, wouldn't show no emotion when it came to one of their own dying?

Soldiers are friends but more. There's a whole reason there's the saying "brothers in arms" exists. They go through hell and back together, they definitely did in Las Almas, and during Chicago in the second game. So to have barely 2 minutes worth of a cutscene to pay homage to a character that they all bonded so deeply with? I genuinely thought people were seriously joking about it, and then I saw it with my own two eyes and I'm appalled on how they thought that was a good send off both emotionally and narratively. It did nothing. It didn't comfort you, it didn't sound like they were grieving too terribly, it was just, flat. Monotonous. There was hardly any emotion in the lines, and the guys didn't have to be crying, but at least put some emotion in it.

Ghost and Gaz arguably in the reboot are the closest to Soap, so some sort of emotion, like Ghost being just a little choked up on his "Rest in Peace, Johnny" would have been just top tier. You would have been able to gauge so much off of that, and it would have fed the Ghost and Soap fangirls so much. (I know some COD players don't like to hear that, but the fandom shifting is a normal thing to happen, and the new people within the fandom are buying the games to play them just to understand the story and that is absolutely helping the studio and the games preform better. To put it simply, they are now also apart of the integral part of keeping COD alive and well.) Or, Gaz instead of just saying the most generic army farewell thing in the world, instead make a personal promise to bring Makarov to his knees himself. Again, it would gauge so much with his character, how he's feeling, what this death is doing to him, and what his personal goals are moving forwards.

They absolutely, from a narrative position could have done so much better. There are always going to be bugs and glitches in games, especially shooters, but the thing that draws people in and keeps them coming back, is the story and the characters. At the end of the day, this was not only a horrible story decision, but also is probably going to hurt them a lot when concerning the next game release. The newer crowd hardly has a reason to come back to see the new game. If Soap, a beloved character was treated this way, how are they going to treat Price, Gaz or Ghost if they die? I'm incredibly disappointed, they had an amazing story, amazing VA's, amazing graphics and design. The COD fandom was seriously getting a much needed breath of fresh air, new life was coming in, and they just tossed everything out the window.

TL;DR:: As a writer, the decision to kill off Soap was extremely horrible from both a monetary and narrative standpoint. It didn't move the story forwards, create any friction, and he didn't even have a decent send off. This is probably going to kill the new growth the COD fandom was experiencing, which in turn is definitely going to hit the studio's pockets. How much is yet to be seen, but I've seen a lot of new-blood say they weren't satisfied and aren't looking at purchasing the next game. Me included.

[chiscribbs]

Asking some writers/artists I follow:

Is there anything in your fic/comic that you as the author know about, but won't end up in the actual story?

Hmmmm... I have a lot of little moments from the Grown Apart cast's individual upbringings that are kinda floating around in my head, but I have no idea yet if they'll make it into the comics. So, I'm not sure if those count. There are a few little canon details that I haven't figured out how to include in the comics just yet, though. Such as:

Donnie speaking in a posh English accent...but only some of the time - mostly when he's not with his family or if he's trying to impress someone. Reason being: Donnie doesn't naturally talk like Big Mama (though he may have adopted a tinge of her inflection with certain words or vowels), it's mostly something he puts on intentionally to sound more...closely related to her? It's become a habit, and he doesn't always realize when he's doing it anymore, unless the others point it out. But it disappears the moment he gets too worked-up/excited about something.

Because Mikey spent so much time looking for ways to occupy himself while Leo was off causing mischief with his friends, he has a wide range of obscure talents & skills, many of which I'll probably never end up showing in canon because they're not particularly relevant to the plot. For example: - Guitar playing - Card stacking - Cup stacking - Solving a rubix cube in under 3 minutes - Painting/writing with his toes - Ballet (beginner level, but he's working on it) - Making music with water glasses - Yo-yo tricks - Acrobatics - Silk flying - The ancient art of the Japanese tea ceremony - Crochet - Playing Chopsticks on his shell (with chopsticks)

That's all I've got off the top of my head right now. Unless you're referring to things like "ideas that were originally going to be part of the canon, but got scrapped somewhere along the way." There's a LOT of those, lol. Some of which I might still end up sharing at some point, because I illustrated a few of them early on when I was doing story beats, and I like the illustrations despite them not being accurate anymore.

Others, I don't necessarily want to expose just yet, because they might still end up getting used somewhere? Maybe in this story or maybe in a different one entirely, who knows. I like to keep "scrapped" ideas in my back pocket just in case I decide to come back to them later down the line.

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

Hi, i really hope you're having an amazing day! I cant wait to see what other amazing stuff you will come up with <3

I love all your writing, and you can't give us ghoul pregnancy hcs without giving up the ghouls as parents hcs, the way you write ghoul kits its way to damn adorable.

I do see Air as a really protecting parent, to the point most didn't even know he had a child because he would just keep them hidden.

Also a bit unrelated but not really, just imagine if water ghouls would just float around in the water and carrying kits on their chest until they are old enough to learn to swim, just like otters do-

Thank you so much! It’s definitely really nice to get back into the swing of things with writing and Ghost works! 

I’M ALWAYS HAPPY FOR HC’S ABOUT KITS! <3 I can’t get enough of Ghouls and their babies! Plus, you are totally right about water ghouls being like otters! 

And Quick fun fact about Air in my works, he’s technically Cirrus’s dad! <3 Based on some AU work and the writing of my close friends, I see Air as Cirrus’s adoptive dad. She essentially was summoned as a very young kit and Air was NOT about to let the Ministry raise her. So imagine this scary gargoyle of a ghoul with a new baby. XD It’s why she grows up to be so good at the keyboards AND has his attitude. 

Anyhow, we haven’t had a National Geographic in a while! This set will be in no particular order! 

(Mild warning for dangers of Hell! Hell’s creatures are not kind so there are implications of Kits being in possible danger! )

National Geographic on Ghouls - Ghoul Parenting and Parenting Habits

~Earth ghouls that inhabit the grass plains are particularly protective of their kits. The entirety of hell is actually very dangerous for an adult ghoul, let alone a baby! But earth ghouls have to worry about predatory hell birds and other creatures that hunt in the skies! In most tribes kits will typically ride on the backs and shoulders of adults, but Earth kits tend to cling to their parents chests instead. This is to keep the kits from getting scooped up and carried away! 

~I have to include this from the ask, but yes water ghouls ADORE floating with their kits! Water kits are all natural swimmers, and they start very very young. But newborn kits are still not ready to swim on their own! Their gills are fully formed just not their fins, so they can’t move around well! Comically, water kits are known for being incredibly buoyant and easy to spot on the top of water. But also easier to accidentally float away, which is why they need their parents until they can swim on their own! Some parents will even construct mini nests out of naturally buoyant materials to put their kits in during group socialization or hunting. It’s typical to see a clutch of kits floating along happily in a bed made out of kelp and wood while a grown up ghoul pulls them along! 

~Kits actually don’t open their eyes for their first week of life due to ghoulish eyes needing more time to develop. So the first week of life is crucial which just makes their parents MORE protective. This is why after giving birth, birthing ghouls will guard their nests with their LIFE! The kit will be brought out of the maternity nest for the first time when their eyes are open! For close knit families this is always cause for a big party! 

~I wrote this in another ask, but I have to include it here too; ghoul parents show their kits affection through gentle head butting. Head butting/gently knocking horns is actually a form of affection among ghouls. So parents will do this very carefully to their kits. Kits only start with small nubs on their temples that haven’t hardened yet. But it’s one of the first nonverbal ways of communication parents will teach their babies! 

~Ghoul parents communicate “non verbally” with their kit much more than they will with spoken word. Ghoulish language is both spoken words as we know them and vocalizations through various clicks, chirps, trills, and sounds. (Another reason why mastery of Ghoulish is so difficult for normal humans.) Ghoul parents will focus on these vocalizations way earlier than they will speak. A human ministry misconception is that this is due to kits not having developed vocal cords or cognitive ability. Ghouls NEED to have much faster ways to communicate than humans. Sounds are much more loud, faster for the ghoulish brain to comprehend, and convey quicker meaning. So if a ghoul is hurt or needs to warn other ghouls of danger, a loud trill will be more effective than shouting ‘DANGER!’ 

~A majority of ghoul tribes value family and community, so packs are incredibly important! The human saying ‘It takes a village to raise a child’ is very true for ghouls. Kits are raised with their packs and value safety in numbers. Adult ghouls, not just parents, are very protective of the kits in their pack. Always keeping an eye out for the smallest of their tribes and helping raise them when needed. Kits thrive in groups and with many members of their family! For example, if one of the current band ghouls had a kit you better BELIEVE the entire band would help! 

~Ghoul parents will play-fight with their kits the way Earth predator animals will do with their young! It’s both a bonding experience AND important development habit for young ghouls! Just imagine a tiny kit pretending to take down a big adult ghoul. Adorable! 

~If you ever see a ghoul kit alone, chances are it’s not alone. You just can’t see their parent. But I promise, the ghoul can DEFINITELY see you! 

~A kit can recognize their parent’s specific use of their element. Fire and Quintessence ghouls will use this to their advantage if their kits get lost or separated. It’s common for Quintessence ghouls in general to manifest their aether for their young to see (usually in auras or shapes and light).

[13-nothing]

Bruuuh, so like my last 3 things have been about Miraculous BUT Inky Mystery by ThisAnimatedPhantom fights for its time in my brain soooo here's me being the fangirl I am and singing its praises because it has to be one of the best fanfics I have EVER read!

BUT before I get ahead of myself let me explain a few things to those who aren't familiar. Inky Mystery is a glorious fanfiction on AO3 that is based on a fan comic that brings the cartoon worlds of BATIM, Cuphead, Felix, older Disney Cartoons, Villainous, etc. together on a thrilling quest filled with Drama, Mystery, and Adventure. The story follows Bendy, Boris, and friends as they try to uncover the cure to the mysterious ink illness that has begun to plague toons around the world.

One of the best parts is that even if ur not familiar with all of the fandoms u can enjoy it tho I would suggest being familiar with BATIM at least cause it is mostly centered around Bendy and Boris and knowing about it helps with theories and spotting the subtle references sprinkled throughout.

But onwards!!

Soo I kinda made a Theory board of sorts that started back towards the beginning of the labyrinth stuff and I haven't updated it in a while. It's just a bunch of excerpts from the chpts that I thought were important at the time. It mostly has to do with the BATIM Easter eggs I mentioned earlier but there are also some theories that I have had floating around in my head. I wouldn't suggest looking at them if you haven't made it to like Chpt 294ish, but here they are.

(It's weirdly color coded but the outlines correspond to different questions /theories I've had)

The bottom one isn't even coded at all ooops. (As an add on I want u to think about how Boris is kinda Joey at times while Bendy is simultaneously himself and Henry)

Anyway, sry that this post is a bit ah, chaotic (hehehe) but I will add one more thing if anyone wants to read it:

1. it can be a little slow at times BUT the other parts make up for it, 2. it can be weirdly dramatic (which is more from the remnants of the fan comic than TAP but still), and 3. it does cover some more mature topics on occasion BUT the chpts have warnings for them when they come up.

Thanks for reading and I say farewell to thee my fellow existences!

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Ocean View

Fandom: Superfam, Batfam, DC Comics

Summary: A pair of shoes, a fragmented memory, and a collection of newspaper clippings.

An empty box of cigarettes, a second phone, and a beach house with locked rooms.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Laney Kent, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Chris Kent, Tim Drake

Relationship(s): JayLaney, Clois

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Secret Identity, Social Media, Romance, Angst

Chapter Three: Beached

It rained that morning. I drove out to the beach house in swim trunks and rainboots. It was beautiful. I got out of the car and knocked on the door. "Hold on, I'll be right there," Jason panted through the intercom. I waited a little while longer, and he pulled the door open so fast that I let out a noise. "Sorry, I was getting the—. You look cute," he smiled.

I followed him into the house and took off my boots, and he offered me a pair of slippers to walk around in on the tile. I shuffled around in them as he led me to the kitchen. Jason made breakfast. I smiled at him, and we made our plates. "Did you get any sleep?" I asked. Jason shook his head gently. I noticed a piece of yarn hanging out of his pocket, and I pulled at it. "What's this?"

"Oh, I'm crocheting," Jason explained. I liked looking at him. The longer I looked at him, the prettier he looked to me. I caught a glimpse of light brown freckles just underneath his eyes. He chuckled nervously, and I looked back down at my plate. "What were you staring at?"

"You're good-looking," I whispered. Jason frowned and looked past me. "Did I say something wrong?"

"I—. No, you didn't say anything wrong. I just—. Can I show you something?" Jason asked. I finished my plate and washed my dish. He playfully nudged me out of his way and washed the dishes. "You gonna let me show you something?" His voice was soft and sweet, and I wanted to kiss him more than I wanted to breathe. I nodded. I wished he would look at me.

After he dried his hands, he took me upstairs and showed me the bedroom. "This is your room if you want to stay the night," Jason whispered. I blinked at him. "This doesn't have to be weird. I know it's still in the city, but—."

"I can stay... Jason, how many rooms does this place have?" I asked.

Jason counted on his fingers. "The attic, the basement, four bedrooms, the downstairs office... Seven technically," Jason answered. Once the sun came out and the rain let up, we went on a walk on the beach. He wore a wig and a hat out. He laced his fingers with mine, and I looked up into the sky. "Do you get to come down to the beach a lot?"

"Mostly for work stuff, but no. Even if I did, I don't think it'd ever get old," I whispered. I loved the gentle mist of the ocean blowing in the wind. I liked the chill. I loved feeling like I was steps away from being swallowed up by the ocean and spit up into the sky. "Can we go swimming?"

Jason nodded, and I took him to the ocean. The waves nipped at our ankles, and I stopped. He gave my hand a little squeeze. "Second thoughts? Too cold?" Jason asked. I took him the rest of the way into the water, and the moment I felt the cold saltwater in my hair, I turned to look at him. He squeezed my hand so tight I thought he'd cut off my circulation.

"You okay?" I whispered. I stopped floating on my back so that I could look at him. "You can swim, right?"

He nodded. "I don't think I've ever been in the ocean before. It's a little offputting," Jason confessed. I noticed that his wig stayed in place, and I laughed. "What?"

"Your W-I-G stayed on," I chuckled. He laughed with me, and his nose wrinkled up and his eyes shut. A small wave hit us, and then there was silence. Jason let go of my hand and floated on his back before grabbing my arm. I relaxed again, and I turned to him. "I've got you, you know?"

Jason loosened his grip, and we floated in the water until it was too cold to keep swimming. We bought two towels and laid them in the sand. I lay on my side, staring at him as I propped myself up with one elbow. He sat with his legs flat and his hands planted behind him. "My mom would've liked this city," Jason mumbled. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach when he said that. I didn't know what I would do without my mom. "You know, I met my birth mom a few years ago... She um... She outed me to a magazine for money. I was only fifteen."

"I remember that... I'm sorry," I whispered. He shrugged. "No, I mean it. I am sorry."

"I shouldn't have brought it up. I kind of feel stupid now for killing such a good—."

"I've never been on a real date before," I confessed. After I said it, I looked straight ahead, so I couldn't see Jason looking at me. "So, I don't mind if you talk about your moms... I just want you to know I'm having a good time with you."

"You have no idea how much that means to me," Jason whispered. I reached over and touched pinkies with him. "Do you think I'm weird?"

I laughed. "Kinda yeah, but I like weird on you... And thanks for taking me to the beach. I haven't felt this good in a long time," I whispered. I meant it. Jason closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he lay back. I got up and moved my towel closer to his, and I lay my head on his chest. He didn't flinch. Jason just laid still. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, and he draped his arm over me. The gentle rise and fall of his chest felt like waves.

I must've fallen asleep because I woke up on his couch, wrapped in a blanket while a movie played on a low volume in front of me. I sat up and looked around, and he was nowhere in sight, but I could hear ticking and buzzing coming from one of the rooms. I got up and wandered around the first floor until I found the source of the noise, and I knocked. "Jason?" I asked. The buzzing and ticking slowed to a stop, and I could hear him cursing. "You okay?"

"Yeah, hold on. Sorry," Jason apologized. After a few moments of listening to him shuffle around, I started to worry, but he answered the door. "I—. You were asleep."

"Whatever you're doing is none of my business. Unless it's illegal, then, in that case, I'd like you to tell me to leave," I whispered. Jason chewed his lip and turned away so I couldn't see him laugh at me.

"It's not illegal. It's just a secret... Which makes it seem illegal, but I promise it's not," Jason reassured me. "I think sometimes my dad thinks I'm doing something illegal here. He can think it if he wants to. I do a lot of crafting, but if I showed you what I was working on, you'd know why it was a secret."

I nodded, and he locked the door on his way out. "You carried me in?" I questioned. Jason nodded as he led me back to the kitchen. He made me a sandwich and looked over at me.

"Tell me about yourself," Jason whispered.

"Lane's my middle name... I'm a Pisces—."

"Oh, he's a Pisces," Jason teased. I chuckled. "Sorry, I'm just messing with you. I'm listening."

"I'm a risk-taker... Which also means I've been in the hospital a lot. I have three tattoos that my parents don't know about, I can only cook three things, and I've dreamt about you a lot—."

"You dream about me?" Jason interrupted. He wasn't smiling, but he didn't seem freaked out either. "You don't have to elaborate if you don't want to."

I didn't know what to say, so I changed the subject. "Do you wanna see my tattoos?" I asked. He nodded. I stood up and pulled my trunks down to my hip bone to reveal two fish circling a fire. It was a small tattoo, but I liked that one best. I knew he wasn't really thinking because he ran his fingers over it. He stopped himself once he realized what he'd done. I chewed my lip. Then I rolled up the leg of my shorts to show him a fern leaf tattoo. Finally, I moved my hair and showed him the little phoenix on the back of my neck.

"Why the phoenix?" Jason asked.

"My brother drew it. It's Chris's," I answered.

[fuzzypuppybuddie]

Hey! I love your AHR AU drawings, but I wonder what it's about?

THANK YOU!!;:★

Well, the AHR Au is based on a "sonic boom comfort au" I made when I was like Twelve(?)

I used to go into my mind and visualize little storys, planets and places when things were bad in the real world. I don't cope like that anymore but I still have the concept in my head plus I can draw now!;:★

I can talk about the designs all day so I'll just say they're made specifically on a way I can doodle them easy and constantly without getting bored of them or stressed out. They're kinda like dolls or legos; They can separate parts of their body at their liking.;:★

「Sonic particularly separate his torso to appear a little more tall- But click it back again with a little jump before running」

The world is heavily inspired on the special zone from Sonic the Comic and the void between shatter spaces in Sonic Prime;:★

It's an infinite space with random stuff everywhere where you can breathe & travel around if you want.;:★

There's tiny planets all across the space, some more illuminated than others- The difficulty of the access on foot depends completely if they want new people there or not. ;:★

Some planets count with little roads and pretty stairs while others... don't. People prefer to use vehicles to move around for that reason but most of them just stay in their little planets their whole life.

As you can Imagine the planets are so little they're divided by zones! And most of them don't have more than 3 zones anyway (hehehe) ;:★

「The planets are based on all the dreams I had to date 🌠」

★; There's not a lot of lore. I don't have big plans with the Au yet it's just my favs having a good time but the info-thingies I think I can count as ""lore"" are:

Amy was scared of the dark (and she have parents)

All eggs are cubical

Chaos emeralds exist and they make silly noises when squished

Planets can be extremely detailed, with civilizations and fauna! Or uncomfortably abstract, made of geometric shapes and colors.(They're not very defined so people avoid going in there because it's really confusing to navigate)

The more you decend at the bottom of all this place- There's less stuff floating around and more and more darkness. You can find more abstract (unnamed) planets too! Leyends say they produce their own weak little shine and that in the core of each one there's treasures! ^^

⬆️That's also where Sonic & Shadow comes from tho'

[beamer7thepoko]

The Precursor With a tail p3 day 2. an investigation mission gone awery

early realsed so i can fix this page it's not ready to be read yet

Back at the camp when w-11 had to step out.

Vreeland: I'm definitely am picking up a very unusual Flux of hive readi...

Both zliverite and his ghost: ahhhhhhhhhhhh! It's the witness! He's found us!

Vreeland and w-11 both look at each other and chuckled.

Then Limix and Grolo come barging out the front doors. Then they both look at each other shaking their heads due to it being comical and due to them being in disbelief since they haven't met Zliverite until today.

07 and shardin both go into hiding and then they had remberd that 07 actully can make both of them invisible and they both had disappeared.

[Yes I know 07 has too many powers and or God powers that is how this clone of me oc is and she doesn't use her powers all the time for a secret irl reason but she also limits use of some of her powers for it being to God like in most situations unless it's prank or crazy event time.]

[And those powers could pontially kill the story. I hope it doesn't though. There's also another thing that could kill it too but I'm waiting until it's time to discuss it. It also makes this story more interesting and unique]

w-11 and Vreeland both look had at each other for a moment while shaking their heads and then.

W-11: Alright guardian please calm down! We're actually totally safe for as far as me and Vreeland both know! Every guardian please come inside for a emergency meeting!

Every guardian left then goes into the building and once everyone was in the building...

W-11: where's Isles, Harp, 07, and Shardin?

Both 07 and shardin had reappeared

W-11 and everyone else in the room and all said: ahh!

07: opse I'm sorry.

Shardin: we was trying to be safe and she has powers.

W-11: :| turning invisible? Now is that something some guardians can do now a days with cloaking devices... but I know you guys have none on yall.

Vreeland: That can be highly useful!

Zliverite and ghoztt: .....

07: wait where is Isles?

Then a transmission kicks in.

???: This is for the ♤¡3£♡£●¡▪︎£♡ lead one 3¤●£♤¡3|♤£¤�� a human and a munfty both had been transported to throne world ♤£|¡¤3£♤□¤¡3£□♤¤¡ #5 we better hope that munfty will keep the human safe~~~~~~~

Then it cuts out.

The room has been filled with silence until 07 had sneezed

Ghoztt: guzunehitte

Suddenly something starts moving in the corner.

Elsie: Well other than 07 able to turn invisible with out the need of a cloaking device we've now officially definitely got bigger problems at hand other than gruah and the pryamid ship.

W-11: oh crap it looks like things are escalating fast here now.

Elsie: I'm about to go take a look outside to see if the hive has been near here. While you all try to find Isles and Harp as well as try to get in contact with whoever that was on that transmission and to find better answers.

Zliverite: yeah it kinda sounded bad

Ghoztt: I hope that munfty can really help that human.

W-11: well it's back to work then. Limix can you try help me finish worthing that report to the vanguard about gurah?

Limix: I will do my best. We've got to many things going on at once today.

The exo stranger, zliverite and ghoztt all head outdoors.

07: That was coolie werid.

07 then goes to the transmission machine that w-11 was trying to find the source of the signal. Then 07 has started playing around things and somehow...

W-11 what!?

Vreeland: there is the source!

Then they both turn around to both thank and ask 07 how she manged to do that and she wasn't there but Shardin was floating there.

W-11: while looking around um is 07 invisible again?

Vreeland: I don't see her on my scanner.

Shardin: She also can teleport, breath fire, change form, burrow, fly, breath space...

W-11:

Limix: holy smokes that's alot of powers! How much of those are actually real!

Vreeland: .... please tell me its on her file.

Shardin: I belive it is thanks to the trube leader.

Vreeland: The trube again?

W-11: hopefully she's safe.

07 reappears with Isles and Harp.

Both Vreeland and w-11

Shardin: yep they're safe and sound.

The pryamid ship lifts off east from the camp

Vreeland: ummm

W-11: uh oh.

Both zliverite and ghoztt: Oh hell nah!

Then they zoomed right into the building

07: XD

Vreeland and w-11: XD

Limix: shaking his head

W-11: sorry about that we'll fill you in later.

Elsie walks back in with a scared look on her face.

Everyone even Limix fell silent

Elsie: it definitely was hive and somehow they managed to hide a portal near here. I got to fill eris mon on what has...

The power cuts out.

We are the house of kings who come to take this land.

A trube dreadnought appears.

On second thought we better fleeeee!

The dreadnought blasted the ship into space and then lands east of the camp site.

Everyone: The trube!?

They all come running out and then here comes zavala with eris morn from the east side.

Elsie, Vreeland, Isles: zavala and eris morn are coming from that trube ship?

07: woah...

Limix: um excuse me sir for the situation that happened last night....

Isles: there is hive protal over there to the west side!

Limix: it was a Precursor to the witness species but it didn't merge with it and there's another out there too.

Eris morn then looks at zavala

Zliverite looks at ghoztt still in shock about the whole dreadnought thing.

Zavala then holds his hand ✋️ and then says: We are now working with the trube and they have managed to deactice the hive portal by covering it with boulders.

Eris morn: who is still missing from the camp.

One elskini: um I think we're all accounted for.

The transmission activates again: warning the house of kings are closing into the moon. And then it ends.

Everyone:

Zavala: well at least we actually know what had happened here today and also last night mostly.

Isles faints

Zliverite: Oh no I got you!

Limix puts a mat under her quick while eris morn runs to her.

Kaboom an explosion can be heard in the distance and now the elsikni ketch is flying around ewrths atmosphere on fire.

Zavala: what the?

Then few of the very high space birds fly into that ship.

Then it flies back into space.

Eris morn: it seems that the trube are taking out that ketch.

Zavala: good. that's less to worry about.

Isles then mutters: thralls, kights, in this forest, in this beautiful castle with fountains, and with the floaty islands. Then she falls back asleep.

Vreeland: 07 has saved Isles from the hive

Then things had weepdeey warped.

And Limix wakes up to being on the ship in space.

Limix: what in the what? Was that a dream.

Zliverite: um idk we're stuck.

Isles: yep we've got a new species out there.

07: is it the trube, Grey's, hive?

Limix: .....

The alien ships then begin to spin around and fly around the ship and then let the guardian ship through.

Limix: I think I'm still dreaming.

Zliverite: what in the hell?

Isles: okay that is definitely new

Harp: eurrp

07: yep its definitely the trube.

Everyone else except for shardin: Whaut!?

Then the ship lands and all the guardians get off of it and they all find.

W-11 please don't worry!

Citizens: it's the witness run!

Vreeland: no its just gruah! She's shy and definitely not human!

Limix: definitely like in my dream that I just had while on the ship.

Then comes an Elskini who's running away there's a pryamid ship to the east.

Limix: 0_0

Zliverite: ... well now I go on ahead to check it out.

Ghoztt: let's be careful

Limix:....

The house of kings ketch shows up. We're here. Kaboom.

A trube ship has taken it out.

Everyone: whaaaa?

Then the trube ship disappears

Everyone: yay back up is here!

Meanwhile at the east side. Zliverite approachs the pryamid ship.

Waurrp

It then flies upwards.

Limix: oh no here we go again

07: starts heading for the tent and then finds the alien scarf and the scene from the last page has happened again but right at the end. Limix had been watching and had his mouth wide open.

Shardin: Oh yeah she keeps all sorts of things in her Lil keep sake pouch....

(3-5 months after the 1st two parts that were written)

Then everything gets blurry and then... (I may had kinda gotten carried away and had messed this story up. so i'll kinda start over completely with a different start and then kinda go back to what was written before this so it'll still be cannon in this au. sorry about that. I've got a good new beginning to start this story off and hopefully it works out since I was going way to fast.) so here it goes the true beginning unless I'll have to scrape this and make a whole different one when i'm ready to.)

radio chatter dies... Limix then wakes up from a dream and he was listing to something sorta similar what had happened above while he was asleep but it had sadly ended where he could not re-listen to the recording (we're go back to the exact details to what exactly happened one day hopefully. depends if i continue to write this.)

-the characters Gurah is the same species that the precursor's to the witness actually was. She's very mysterious for now.

isles is the sassay gaurdian that the hive abduct and because of that happing multiple time or something else happens her charater may change later on. while she has a pet munfity whos named Harp. while her ghost name is grolo

07 is kinda mysterious but is kinda like the irl me with many powers and ties that'll be mentioned later on. while shardin is 07's ghost zilverite is my guardain taken from the game while zilverites ghost is nammed ghoztt. w-11 is a older guardian like ikora He helps keep the races organized and helps with the security where he tries to keep an eye out for possible danger that could threaten them. His ghost name is veerland Limix is a void, warlock who can have strange visons his ghosts name is Malrear

-color code chart

Orange = the good guys like the leaders like the vanguard and the cloud striders

While eris morn and the hive might be green

Purple = for my characters since I've used my guardian in game and am using my oc 07 a copy of my self kinda but with powers and stuff. Hence why this is a part of wackedverse.

Red = for the bad guys

Blue = for squadmates, allies and robots

pink = mystery

after this I'm doing away with colors i think because that is actually very tedious to do especially if I haven't visited this story in a while.

<-previous next->

[pluage-docters-go-brrrrrr]

So I thought of this last night after watching a quick review of the Friday the 13th movies and it has been in my head since. (The video is by the youtuber chalupa. This is in tfp btw.)

So basically on cyberteon, after the war, there's this successful horror movie trilogy and the directors are thinking of making the final part of the series. They want to make the one character that has been watching from the sidelines the whole time. Then one guy gets the idea to get a popular figure to be that character. But the only popular figures at the time are political figures.

So they go to like Bumblebee or Arcee or something and their like "nah, the movie business isn't really my thing." But like they have Ratchet with them for some reason and he's like, "oh wow, being in a movie sure sounds interesting." So like the directors are like sure why not and make some adjustments to this new character to just make them Ratchet. Because Ratchet's smart and would figure the bad guys whole flow very easily.

So like they just have ratchet in here with seasoned actors and like 1/12 of the shit he does is like improvised cus the directors told him to just be himself the whole time. And most of the script was pretty accurate.

I have two scenes floating in my head at this point. So the first is the whole introduction of the new character thing and it's like a whole interview for like a talk show or something and like in the middle of the answer to a question the bad guy walks in and like he's murdered 3 people at this point and ratchet just goes like this:

(Can't draw the back of ratchet's head lol) Two seconds later ratchet just shoots the guy like 10 times.

The second is like the bad guy is thought to be dead because the girl main character stabed him 45 times and they all start walking away but then the bad guy gets up and so they all have to do a climactic turn around. And when they turn around ratchet's just like "fuck this guy" picks up a vase and like smashes it on the guys head. The bad guy falls to the floor and junk and and ratchet casually just does this:

So(off topic) the tf wiki page for tfp ratchet says he's from a small village outside of iacon or something so I'm spawning artistic liberties and saying the village is in vaproex. Thus making him Ratchet of vaporex, and I head cannon he looks more like someone from iacon than from vaporex so everyone just assumes he's from iacon. So when the credits are being made ratchet's all like "oh btw I'm from vaporex" and everyone's like "oh no we put iacon." But ratchet just like changes so it reads "Ratchet of Vaporex as Ratchet of Iacon" instead. They kept it because they were too scared to change it.

I shared this with @shroombat14 already and I thought it would be better to write it down in case I ever want to make a fic or comic about it. I'll probably reblog to add any new ideas to this idea dump. Maybe new visuals as well. 🤷‍♂️