#also jamie looks before they leap to help breeze plan things out

[dravidious]

You still continue being amazing

There's a card design contest this week that I wanted to do for: You want a partner mechanic from an external series? Gee, I wonder what I could do for tha-

Yeah, duh, PMD is a perfect fit for this. I also made a few bonus cards to go along with these. I can only submit a single card so this was just for fun.

And how could I make cards for PMD partners without doing some for my OCs? Here's the RTR gang (featuring 3 different versions of Alice) with a theme I call "Daring Rescue!" (also Rescue was initially a true keyword ability instead of just a flavorful ability word so I put "this creature" instead of the card name and forgot to fix it lol)

And here's the Childish Harmony duo with the theme "Mysterious Discoveries!" (btw it turns out that partner-style abilities go on the bottom of the text box not the top and I already exported the images for the earlier cards so whoops breeze is the only partner that follows the rules. how ironic)

Also fun rules fact: You can't have a changeling as your "Human Pokemon" because behind the scenes, the Hero's Partner ability needs the card to ONLY have the types "Human Pokemon", and nothing else. I know I can do this because I'm ripping off WotC

[high5nerd]

The Misadventures of Fanty and Pitch Black---Chap. Two

Something, something, here’s an update. Old yep.

Fanty lay in her bed, her legs crossed and happily snug under the blankets. It was springtime in Burgess, and the nights were still a little chilly. During the fall, winter and spring seasons, Fanty was always grateful for this fluffy blanket Drago got for her a year ago. It had many pictures of chocolate candies, and fancy script in red letters dotted areas of the blanket with sayings like 'Love Chocolate, Die Chocolate' and 'I remember when they first invented chocolate' and 'Don't steal!'

Fanty typed up the last chapter of her latest fanfiction and closed off , her duty done once more. She went onto the chat room she, Xion, Star, Mystic, Drago and Angel shared and typed a quick hello.

Fantasydreamer244: Wuuuuuusup.

Fanty waited for a while, when suddenly a ring sounded. She eagerly leaned forward. It was Star!

Starskulls: Fanty, it's almost eleven at night. Go to bed!

Fanty frowned, and then typed up her response.

Fantasydreamer244: Hey, the same goes to you!

Starskulls: Touche, my friend. Touche.

Fantasydreamer244: What's your plan for the upcoming Buffet Sunday?

Starskulls: Take a guess. ;)

Fanty grinned, knowing immediately what the answer was. "Mmm...cupcakes." she literally got hungry just thinking about her excellent dessert making skills! Once she and Star said their goodbye, Fanty closed her laptop and placed it on her end table, right next to her sketchbook. She then laid there, thinking on the subject of the trick she's about to pull. As she stared at the ceiling, her mind reeled about what was to happen if the booby trap was set off and whatnot. What if it gets triggered but Pitch just morphs through it? According to Jamie, he's a spirit. Wouldn't spirits do that? Mystic also warned that the trap may backfire. Who knows, maybe Fanty would forget about it in the morning and get the surprise herself.

But then there were the other terms. What if Pitch Black did in fact come? How would she react?

...most likely fangirl. Yep. Fangirl.

Or she could possibly scream bloody murder and try whacking him with her pillow and mistake him for a creep.

Those thoughts led Fanty's eyelids to slowly droop shut, one last sigh escaping her throat as she snuggled into the pillows. She quickly scratched her nose before falling into a light sleep, her heartbeat slowing to a steady rate.

Without her knowledge, the room seemed to grow darker. The window she left open, with the pale green curtains fluttering in the soft breeze, seemed to open just a tad bit more. Out of the open cracks danced in golden sand, swirling in the wind and elegantly making its way to Fanty. She turned over in her sleep and dug deeper into the blankets, feeling the chilly breeze on her back. The sand danced over to hover above Fanty's head, and then made a circle, fluttering there for just a minute. Then, the sand formed into her very own dream. This sand was special, for it was called 'dreamsand'. Fanty did not know what it was, nor did she notice the sand above her, so she could not tell what was hovering above her head like a UFO. The sand slowly morphed into the form of her, and there, the magical sand gave her dream for the night. The little sand image of her giggled, made a silly face, and began dancing around the little space she hovered on to some music that could not be heard. Fanty softly smiled in her sleep, liking the warmth her bed was radiating and what her dream was about.

Now, this magical dreamsand wasn't just acting by itself alone. There was a man behind it all, and he happened to be Sandman himself. He floated on his golden sand cloud above Burgess, sending dreams to all the children in the little town. He smiled as each person welcomed their dreams, and unknowingly cast Fanty's in her direction, unaware of what was to happen next. He was a stout little man, with a bright smile and happy, golden eyes. He donned his signature, golden outfit and had his yellow hair spiked straight up into the sky, like the rays of the sun. Never before has Sandy failed in sending a dream, for he always won the fight against anti-sleep children. Little did he know that there was to be a great change in the town of Burgess...and it may or may not be hectic, annoying, and slightly...disruptive.

Not only was Sandy on his daily rounds, but so was Pitch Black, the Nightmare King. We could go monologuing on and on about his defeat, his immense hatred for the Guardians, blah blah blah, you get the picture. But the most important thing is that Pitch is quite often careful, skilled, a tactical kind of man. Each nightmare is conjured with careful precision mixed with a hint of no mercy, but when he was truly desperate, he was reckless and his yearning for fear was unleashed. Like now, for example. Because he was literally sucked dry of fear by his own army of nightmares after a week of war, he wasn't careful as he treaded into each child's room. He would lunge at the dreamsand and watch in contempt and hunger as it turned into a nightmare, savoring the delicious taste of fear as it bounced off a child. Fanty was nothing but another target, another source for power and survival.

Yet he was the one that would be outmatched.

As he licked his lips and stepped out of Fanty's closet into the open bedroom, hoping to destroy her dream and take in more fear, something tight wrapped around his ankles. He froze and looked down at his feet, realizing his utter mistake.

"SON OF HADES, WHAT THE HELL!?" he shouted as the netting wrapped around his body, the rope pulling him upside down tightly so he couldn't escape.

That instantly woke Fanty up. She sprang out of bed, her hands in tight fists and her wide, brown eyes scanning the room for the loud disturbance. "Who's there?! I got a gun!" she scrambled to her desk and opened the bottom drawer, taking out a Nerf gun that looked a lot like a rifle with a plastic yellow magazine at the bottom. She aimed it at the trap, watching whoever was in it struggle and yell in fury.

Realizing what she caught, Fanty whooped and raised the gun in the air in victory, leaping onto the bed and jumping up and down in excitement. "I got him! I got the Boogeyman! I can't believe it!"

"GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!" Pitch screamed, feeling the bindings around him tighten the more he struggled. He slowed down, for his muscles were giving up on him in his time of desperate escape. He has been weak for far too long.

"Not until you tell me who you are first!" Fanty demanded, aiming the Nerf gun at his stomach as the net swayed back and forth from Pitch's thrashing.

"You already know who I am! You just screamed it to the entire world!" Pitch snapped, glaring at her in pure hate.

Fanty grinned, and raised the gun up towards the ceiling covered in glow-in-the-dark stars. "I know. I just want you to say it. I had this whole thing planned out and I want it like how I imagined it."

"YOU planned this?!" Pitch screamed, staring at her in horror.

Fanty nodded excitedly, stopped, then shook her head. "My friend helped me set up the trap. It was the Ben-uh, certain children-that told me you've been seen a lot around here. So I came up with the idea and decided to take you as my hostage until I say so."

Pitch sighed, already feeling a headache coming on strong. "As if Man in Moon hated me enough...now this."

"Tell you what, Mr. Booger-"

"Boogeyman!" Pitch snapped again, and then mumbled, "pubescent witch."

"OI!" She hit his net-covered back with her Nerf gun, "No name calling or I'll leave you there for decoration!" she cleared her throat, stepping down from her bed, "As I was saying, I'll let you go-"

"Thank the stars." Pitch mumbled.

"IF!" Fanty held up a finger, "I still own you as a hostage, and you have to leave the Bennett kids alone."

Pitch stopped to think and stare at her as if she were a madwoman. She certainly looked mad, especially with the toy gun and wearing Avengers PJs. It's as if she didn't grow up at all. Wow, that really convinced him to stay with her. Note the sarcasm. But there was a consideration on his part. Every time he would return to the lair, he would be the one injected with fear, since the fearlings and nightmares all still prey on him while he's weak. Why go back and face more torment when he could be here in her care? Wait a minute, think rationally, Pitch. Her care?

"I can make a really good apple pie." Fanty sang teasingly, thinking that would change his point of view.

"I don't eat." Pitch said coolly, not blinking.

"I have horror movies, if that makes you more at home." she wagged her eyebrows, knowing he'll say yes.

"Ooh, how intriguing! Nothing like a predictable psychopath chasing teenage girls with a kitchen knife. I vote no." Pitch tried folding his arms, but his wrist was stuck in the netting like a bind.

"Okay, okay...I understand if you don't wanna stay...I'm pretty boring anyway…" Fanty's lower lip quivered, her eyes becoming sad.

Pitch blinked. Wait...she wants me to stay? No one has ever asked Pitch to stay, the thought was too ludicrous for anyone, even the bravest person alive. No one liked nightmares, or even the mention of the Boogeyman. Pitch found himself considering to accept the offer, but he shook his head, trying to regain his thoughts.

This bitch better be insane.

Fanty sniffed, and wiped at her eyes, her lower lip still quivering. Pitch scoffed, "Are you crying?"

"N-no. I...I just don't want you to go. I'm so lonely...I'm always cast out, forgotten...it's not as if you would know that feeling." Fanty dropped her gun to the floor and covered her face with her hands, shaking with controlled sobs.

"I...um…" Pitch was getting a tightness in his chest, something he hasn't felt in quite some time. Am I seriously pitying her?! This is ridiculous! I am the Boogeyman, unfeeling, and-!

Fanty let out a wail, her cheeks pink and her eyes starting to water up.

"Hey, quiet down. People will hear you!" Pitch tried commanding, but to no avail.

"Aauuuughh!" Fanty cried.

"Tone it down a bit!...Please? Oh come on, for crying out loud. Please stop crying. It's a rather terrifying sound." Pitch winced as Fanty's pitch rose higher.

She fell to her knees, crying into her hands and mumbling incoherent words.

Was he seriously going to bend to this level? She was nothing to him, just another meager life not worth caring about. He had better things to do...did he? But the more he saw her on the ground in tears, he came to a careful consideration. If he stayed with her, he would be out of the fearlings' way until he was strong enough to control them again, and maybe, if he was extremely lucky, Fanty could help him get the fear he desperately needed.

Without backtracking or a second thought, he caved in.

"Alright, alright! I'll stay for a year, okay?! One! Now, just shut up!" Pitch was close to whining, the crying of Fanty clearly bothering him to the bone.

Fanty shot upright, an excited grin on her face. "Great!"

Pitch's mouth fell. That was all an act?!

Wow. She's really good.

"Yeah, yeah, just get me down from here now. You can go back to bed and I'll just, I dunno, watch you or something." Pitch pulled at the netting, but to no avail.

"Yeah, totally! Just don't move." Fanty said, raising the Nerf gun up and squinting one eye.

Pitch's eyes widened. What….the hell.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Was that fear that edged his voice?

"Mystic said to shoot at the base in order to release the trap, so hold still." Fanty said, still concentrating on her target.

"WHAT?! NO! I DON'T TRUST YOU WITH A GUN!" Pitch yelled, swinging the trap back and forth.

Fanty fired, the foam bullet hitting him right in the buttocks.

"OW!" Pitch screamed, thrashing in the trap even more.

"Hold still! I almost got it!" Fanty grinned, knowing she was going to nail the target.

"Are you insane?! Stop shooting at me-OW!" another foam bullet hit him right in the side.

"Stop thrashing!" Fanty snapped, shooting three more bullets.

All three hit him right in the chest.

"OH GODS THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR CREATING A WAR!" Pitch wailed, covering his face with his hands for protection.

Suddenly, a loud click sounded from above, very close to the ceiling. Pitch stopped thrashing, stunned at the sound. Just as he muttered an 'uh oh', he fell to the ground, netting and all.

Fanty stood there, frozen. She did it! But was the Boogeyman okay? He kept on groaning and muttering words in a different language. Fanty placed the gun on her bed and watched him as he started to get up. First on his knees, and then slowly rising up like in those dramatic movies Fanty was so fond of. Her heart stopped at how tall he was.

Holy crap...I hope he doesn't kill me.

Six feet really was intimidating against a five foot two girl.

Pitch yanked the rest of the netting off with a snarl and glared at her, pure anger in his golden eyes. Fanty blinked, shocked into silence. If she could, she'd be on the floor begging for forgiveness. This dude, this six foot one tall guy who apparently has the power to give fear and destroy dreams, was pissed off at her.

Then again, she couldn't help but just stare at him. This so called Nightmare king, was legitimately a spirit. All her childhood fears of the Boogeyman she had in the past were real. She was staring right at it, towering above her! As a child, she imagined the Boogeyman as a zombie football player, or at least a hulking mass of a goblin-like creature wearing a helmet. She didn't know why she thought the Boogeyman looked like that, she just did.

She liked this version better. Pitch Black looked like the son of Hades and Eris, except doubly attractive with double the power.

"Erm…hi." Fanty stammered, taking a step back.

"Now you fear me?" Pitch rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his lean chest.

"Well, I didn't know how tall you were since you were scrunched up in that trap. Um...yeah." Fanty rubbed the back of her neck, feeling extremely small and awkward.

"Height shouldn't only be the thing making you feel stupid. This should as well," Pitch sneered, and with one flick of his wrist in her direction, a cloud of black sand sprayed her face, causing her to cough and splutter at the horrid taste and the sand creeping into her eyes.

"Hey-!" she exclaimed, but before she could say anything else, she fell asleep, falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.

TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?!

Pitch: Don't do that. Ever.

Yeah, Vines overplay it too much. Still, it's funny! Alrighty then, see you all in the next chapter! :D