#big city greens terry

[spajderserdel]

alexander and terry bc they don't get enough attention >>:(

[missrosemaris-stuff]

Grieving the background characters I’ve never drawn or posted

[ranikyani]

Semper Fidelis Vol II

Note: My first story cont.✨ & Open to constructive criticism as always. This was supposed to be a short one shot but y'all hyped me up in the comments of the last one 🫣 so here's part two 🥂 Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Use of AAVE, n-word, Suspicions of Cheating Mentioned Work count: 7k <

Read Volume I

Andrea excused herself from the crowd, weaving her way through the party goers and gracefully accepting well wishes with a practiced smile. The weight of Mark’s whispered words sat heavy on her chest, like a sleep paralysis demon. She pinched the skin on her arm taut to make sure she was actually awake. She reached the edge of the room and pushed on the door to the balcony, it opened harder than she intended causing it to slam against the windows behind it, and the frigid air swished around her body. It felt like every molecule in her body was aflame, so she inhaled deeply, surrendering to the frosty sensation.

Mark’s words replayed over and over again in her mind, each repetition cutting deeper.

They’ve been fucking. 

They’ve been fucking. 

They’ve been fucking. 

She shook her head, trying to dismiss it as drunken nonsense, but Mark had always been a reliable force in their lives. He was always one to push people's buttons and say the things others wouldn’t dare. 

But this? The timing… This wasn’t just some vulgar joke or offhand comment. It felt too deliberate as if it was meant to hurt. She looked out over the fireworks crackling in the night sky, the colorful explosions reflecting in her eyes, but the joy they were meant to bring couldn’t penetrate the storm raging in her heart.

Behind her, the party carried on unaffected. Laughter and music filled the air as Terry’s hearty laugh rose above everyone else's bringing her attention back to him. He was surrounded by a small group of men, his broad shoulders shaking as he laughed with his whole body retelling some old story she’s sure he’s told a thousand times before. His charisma still holding his audience captive, as always. 

She studied him from afar, taking note of the way he carries himself, so confident and relaxed. 

The way his green eyes crinkled and damn near closed when he smiled. 

The way he looked at her when he noticed her staring. 

Was it love? Or was it guilt?

“Mrs. Richmond” 

Andrea turned abruptly to find Colonel Amara Knight standing beside her, her expression soft but inquisitive.

“Colonel,” Andrea replied, forcing a smile. 

“You looked like you needed a moment” Amara said while stepping closer, her tone low and conspiratorial. 

“I noticed when you ran out of there… These big parties can be pretty overwhelming, but a little air always helps and this is a beautiful place to decompress..” 

Andrea nodded and turned to look down on the city below, appreciating the excuse to step away before she forgot herself and pushed her husband's alleged mistress off the roof.

That was the only option.

Sure she could hold her own in a street fight, but she wasn’t confident she could stand a chance against all that jujitsu shit. 

“You’re right. The view is breathtaking”

Amara smiled at Drea’s simple response, her eyes scanning the skyline and the chaos of the city below “Terry’s lucky, you know…” she started, “Not every Marine has someone like you holding down the fort at home and he couldn’t have made it this far without you. You’re the glue to keeping everything together, Andrea. Don’t ever forget that,” she stated matter of factly.

Andrea swallowed, her throat dry and glanced at her for a moment trying to determine her sincerity. Did she know? Did she hear Mark too? Was this all in her head?

She offered a tentative smile but before she could respond Terry’s voice boomed loudly from behind them

“Aye, there you go Drea!”

“You’re social battery doesn’t usually run out before mine, you okay?” Terry inquired, softening his voice and slipping his arm around his wife’s waist after he made his way to her. His touch was familiar and warm, but yet, it felt foreign in that moment. Andrea turned to him, his cheesy smile lighting up his whole face as Amara stepped back with an unreadable expression dissapearing into the crowd. 

“I just needed a breather,” she sighed out, her shoulders slumping as she pushed all the air from her lungs 

“Understandable.” Terry nodded “Great speech by the way, baby.”

“You always know how to make me look good” he added kissing her temple.

She half heartedly chuckled “You make it easy.” 

Sensing something was wrong, Terry turned to face her so he could look into her eyes and take in her expression. 

“You sure you straight?”

The question caught her off guard and she considered telling him what she heard and confronting him right then and there. But the party wasn’t the place. And she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to hear the answer.

“I’m fine,” she lied, offering a convincing and reassuring smile, “Just tired. It’s been such a long day.”

He nodded again, diving right into problem solving mode, “Well, why don’t we just sneak out early? We can go downstairs to just relax and let our guests continue to enjoy themselves.”

She hesitated, the thought of being alone with her own husband suddenly overwhelming “Maybe in a bit,” she shot back steadily. “I should mingle a bit more first.” 

“Let me know when you’re ready love” Terry kissed her on the forehead and shimmied passed the crowd to take his place on the dance floor screaming “woah-woaohhhh- hooooo!” as ‘Before I let Go’ started blaring through the speakers.

When he blended in with the crowd, Andrea turned back to the skyline taking a deep breath as her decision started crystalizing. She needed answers. She’d let Terry enjoy his night. He worked hard and sacrificed so much to give them a comfortable life; but she wasn’t going to wait long to get them.

The sheer curtains hanging in their bedroom did little to block the morning sunlight beaming through their bedroom windows. A dull ache throbbing at her temples was a lingering reminder of all the champagne she drowned herself in the night before.

Beside her Terry snored lightly his heavy arm slung upward and draped over his forehead. He looked peaceful and unburdened, his face relaxed in a way she rarely saw and she envied him because her own mind felt anything but peaceful as Mark's words resurfaced like a bad dream.

They’ve been fucking. 

Andrea’s phone buzzed on the nightstand beside her making the jewelry she discarded before crawling into bed last night clunk and rattle. She flipped it over and frowned, a text from Mark.

“We should talk. Call me.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the message. Knowing she couldn’t stay in denial and avoid these conversations forever she sat up slowly, careful not to disturb Terry and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The cold from the hardwood floor under her bare feet made her wince, headache still pulsing in her skull. The chill cut through the fog from last night's alcohol and she slowly made her way to the bathroom in her strapless lace black bra and panty set. Pajamas weren't on the to-do list when they made it downstairs from their party. She reached for her baby pink silk robe to wrap around her and made sure to close the bathroom door softly, gently turning the lock. Going back to the text she received, she clicked on the contact photo, and pressed the call button. Mark answered almost immediately.

“Hey Drea” 

“Mark” she replied steadily despite her stomach twisting in knots at the sound of his voice.

“What did you mean last night?”

There was a pause, and when he finally spoke his voice was low and serious “I think you already know...”

Andrea tightened her grip on the phone, the implication of Mark’s words resting heavy on her chest.

 

“I don’t know, Mark..” she said, her tone sharp, “That’s why I’m calling.. Stop with the fucking riddles and just tell me what’s going on!” She exhaled, her shaky breath,  and then added more softly

“...please?” 

“Look,” he began, “it’s not my place to get in the middle of this Dre... But you a good woman and you deserve to know the truth.”

“The truth about what?” she snapped back immediately 

Another pause as Mark seemed to be weighing and calculating his next words.

“Terry and Amara.”

“What about them?” she whispered back

“It’s been going on for a while,” Mark admitted, “I didn’t want to believe it at first but… the signs are there.”

Andrea’s mind raced as she plopped down on her vanity stool to support herself before her knees gave out. She quickly thought back to every interaction she’d witnessed between Terry and Amara. The way they shared inside jokes, all the military lingo, the lingering glances she’d chalked up to professional camaraderie. Could she really be that blind?

“Do you have proof?” she asked, her voice tight. 

Mark hesitated. “Well, Not exactly... But I’ve seen enough to put the pieces together. The way she grabs his arms and clings to him when you’re not around... Late nights at the base... Private conversations… I see the way they act when they think no one’s watching.”

At this point the room was spinning and her stomach was doing summersaults. Circumstantial evidence wasn’t enough, not for something this serious, something that could blow up her life when she just got her husband back full time. 

 “That’s not proof Mark, that’s speculation,” she gritted out trying her best to stay calm. She needed his help, talking to this man crazy was not the answer.

“Maybe,” he fired back “but I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn't think you deserved to know.”

She stood up and swallowed hard, an involuntary reaction to his unwelcome revelation as thoughts of the previous night flooded her mind, “Why now? Why would you tell me at his retirement party?"

She started pacing back and forth as she recalled the events from last night, "And like that?… why was I up there in front of all those people..” 

“I was drunk,” Mark admitted, his tone laced with regret, “And I hate to see you in the dark when everyone else… knows.”

“Everyone else?” 

Mark sighed. “I’m sorry, Dre. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. But you need to talk to Terry. Or Amara.”

Andrea ended the call without another word. She couldn’t listen to this shit anymore. Not without concrete evidence. 

She did everything right. 

All those late nights alone when Terry was deployed and she could’ve been fucking their fine ass, heavy set, brown skin neighbor down the hall in apartment 1738 who always was a little too eager to help with groceries?

She stayed faithful.

She maintained frequent calls and dinner dates with her mother-in-law. She even took charge of his younger cousins, keeping them out of trouble and guiding them with patience. Every game she could attend during football season? She was there. 

What the fuck?

The room tilted sideways, her stomach cramped like someone just punched her in the gut, and her mouth started to salivate uncontrollably. She dropped to her knees just in time. Her body heaved over the toilet as she vomited, everything inside her coming up in sharp, gut wrenching waves. Her body was sore and empty from expelling everything out of her stomach, but her mind was full and hosted an uncontrollable storm of disbelief and pain.

After cleaning herself up, she gently pulled the bathroom door open, careful not to wake her husband, and padded out of their bedroom and into the kitchen to the smell of leftover party food lingering in the air. She started the coffee maker, the whirring and bubbling sounds filling the otherwise quiet apartment. 

Is this what it felt like to be in the twilight zone? 

Still slightly drunk, a little sore physically, and confused? She couldn’t stop her mind from replaying events of the night before, dissecting every interaction. 

Amara’s carefully neutral expressions. The way she backed away when Terry came outside to check on her. That fact that Terry didn't leave her alone with Amara long when he noticed them together. Marks slurred words. Terry’s affectionate kisses. Was everything a facade? 

The sound of heavy footsteps broke her trance. She glanced over her shoulder to see Terry, shirtless and groggy, scratching the back of his neck as he approached. 

“Morning,” he grunted sleepily.

“Morning,” Drea replied, forcing a small smile. 

He reached above her grabbing two mugs to pour their coffee and pulled the creamer out of the fridge. She was so deep in thought she couldn’t even hear the last drops of coffee sputtering out from the machine. 

“Hell of a party, huh? I don’t think I’ve been that drunk in years,” Terry laughed, handing her a mug three quarters of the way filled so she’d have room for her favorite cream and sugar.

“You deserved it. Everyone had a great time.”

“You were incredible last night, by the way baby. That speech? Perfect!” Terry took a sip of his coffee, closing his eyes slowly in content as the coffee worked its magic. 

She watched him as he just sat there completely at ease? It was hard to believe Terry would be capable of anything suspicious when he looked so relaxed, so utterly free of concern. Like a man who’d just retired... 

They fell into a silence that was comfortable for him, blissfully unaware of the confusion and doubt swirling within his wife. 

It was at that moment she decided. This is it. 

She decided right then and there to be done with Mark and his bullshit. In over 10 years, her husband never gave her a reason to doubt him and here she was driving herself crazy just because his drunk ass friend said so? 

No.

Enough was enough.

A Week Later 

The past week had been a delicate balancing act for Andrea. On the surface, life with Terry’s retirement was settling into a peaceful rhythm. For the first time in what felt like forever, they woke up together each morning, no more rushed goodbyes or hurried calls squeezed between drills or assignments. 

Terry was home and Andrea was determined to savor every moment, but beneath the surface, as much as she tried to forget, Mark’s words lingered in her mind. A poisonous echo she refused to give life to. She hadn’t confronted Terry, nor had she read or replied to any of Mark’s follow up messages. Instead, she buried herself in creating a routine for their life together. 

Mornings began with shared coffee on their balcony, the harbor stretching out before them like an ever changing painting. They laughed more often, rediscovering the rhythm of living in the same space. Andrea even convinced Terry to join her in pilates and yoga, an experience that had them dying of laughter as Terry struggled to maintain poses Andrea had mastered with ease.  

Still in quiet moments when Terry wasn’t looking, Andrea found herself studying him, watching for cracks, signs, or anything that might confirm or deny the suspicions Mark had planted. She hated this new version of herself, self conscious, suspicious, and guarded. But she couldn’t shake the doubt.

Today, though, she was determined to push past it.

Today was about them. 

Andrea stood in front of her closet, smoothing the soft fabric of a turtle neck dress she hadn’t worn in ages. Its cranberry hue complimented her warm brown skin, and the way it cinched at her waist gave her a boost of confidence. She paired it with simple gold hoops, target shark boot dupes, then checked her reflection in the mirror.  

“Drea” Terry called from the living room, his voice carrying easily through their apartment “You almost ready to go to lunch? I’m starving over here!”

After clipping her cherry charm on her coach purse, Andrea grabbed it and stepped into the living room smiling. Terry’s eyes lit up when he saw her. He was wearing dark Levi’s jeans and a crisp black button down rolled up to his elbows, each cuff pressed with precision . His gold chain glistening subtly at his neck, catching just enough light to draw the eye. 

“You look amazing,” he said, crossing the room to kiss her cheek. 

“Thank you, Handsome” she replied softly, smoothing his shirt collar. “Ready to go?”

They took the short walk through the whipping wind to a bistro situated on the harbor, the warm sun heating their faces between gusts of frigid air. The restaurant was cozy, with open windows framing the water below, and the sound of soft jazz played over the hum of quiet conversations. Their table was dimly lit and tucked into a corner. Andrea sipped on a mimosa while Terry ordered a whiskey neat. 

“To us,” Terry said, raising his glass. “And to finally have time to enjoy life together.”

Andrea clinked her glass to his, smiling even as a small knot of unease tightened in her chest. She took a long sip, the cool drink washing it away and calming her nerves. As their meals arrived, Terry reached across the table to take her hand. 

“You’ve been a little quiet these past couple of days,” he said, his thumb rushing over her knuckles. “Is everything okay?”

Andrea hesitated, the question she’d been avoiding rising to the surface. Her instincts told her to retreat, to keep things light, but the weight of unspoken words between them was growing too heavy. Instead, she decided to share an honest truth about something else. 

“I’ve been adjusting,” she admitted. “It’s… different, not being a military wife anymore. It feels like I’m learning how to be your partner all over again.”

Terry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I can understand that. I’ve been adjusting too. It’s strange not having a mission to wake up to every day, but honestly, I’ve never been happier. You’re my mission now.”

The sincerity in his voice tugged at Andrea’s heart. She smiled, squeezing his hand. “I think we’re going to be just fine,” she said more to herself than to him.

“We got this baby,” he replied.

“Hey, later on tonight around dinner I told Amara she could stop by so I could look over her Q1 report. I wanted to give you a heads up.”

Andrea winced at the mention of Amara's name but quickly put on a smile, grateful that Terry’s attention was fixed on his plate and not on her.

“That’s fine, honey,” she said, her tone overly sweet to mask her irritation. “You trying to reenlist already?” Her attempt to tease him for missing work made him chuckle.

“No. Not at all,” he said, shoving a fry in his mouth and pausing to chew. “But we’ve been talking about this for a while now, and I think it’s time we really commit to it. You know?”

Andrea raised an eyebrow, a knowing and amused smirk curling on her lips. “And what’s that?”

Seeing Terry nervous was a rare sight, This man, her man, was the embodiment of quiet confidence. But in this moment, seeing him a little unsure made him less militant and more real, more human. She loved it.

“You know,” he murmured, tracing the rim of his glass with his long finger. “Having a baby.”

Andrea sat up a little straighter, a mixture of surprise and warmth settling in her chest as she watched him wrestle with his words.

“It’s just… I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Like, really thinking about it,” he continued, his voice growing more tentative. “And now that I’m home for good, I feel like we’re ready. It’s terrifying, but I know we can do this, Dre!” he said confidently. He paused and glanced up at the ceiling reflecting on his words.

“I mean, when I look at you, like really look at you, I can’t think of why we should wait any longer,” he said, his voice softer now as he clasped his hands together and fiddled with his fingers. 

“You’re so compassionate, and strong, and you’ve been an amazing wife.. I can’t imagine how amazing you’ll be as a mom. But… It's a big step. I just want to make sure we’re both ready for this. I know you’ve been working from home, but it might still be a lot with the baby crying all night, and trying to get them to calm down, and… well… you’d really be stuck with me forever after that.” He pursed his lips, cutting himself off mid rant.

He tried to stay quiet and listen to her response, but he couldn’t help himself, the words just kept spilling out. And Andrea listened intently, her smile growing he waved his hands around and continued yapping away. 

“I’ll recon when we get home… logistically, it’s a lot of groundwork to cover. We’ll need to baby-proof the house, right? Like all the outlets… And I read something about crib safety… Aww man, and there are so many different types of cribs. And then the sleep schedules? Oh shit, the sleep schedules, don’t even get me started on that... We might not sleep for years if we don’t figure that out. Have you heard about sleep training, baby? Some people swear it’s bullshit, but others-”

“Terry” Andrea interrupted with a laugh, unable to hold it in any longer. 

He froze, his ocean blue eyes widening as it set in how much he’d been rambling non-stop. 

“Sorry… It’s just a lot to think about, you know?”

“I know,” Andrea said with a teasing smile “Look at you, all.. flustered.” 

“I am not flustered,” he says with a raised eyebrow now trying to play it cool like he wasn’t just about to lose his mind over the number of crib manufacturers. 

“Yeah, you are, and you’ve really thought about this Terry. Probably more than I have, actually.” She says letting out a small laugh.

“You’re really worked up, huh? I thought I would be the one freaking out but look at you, baby! I can’t believe it,” she teased.

There was a softness in Andrea’s voice as she teased him, but underneath it was still a deep affection. She was used to Terry’s steady control, the way he carried the world on his shoulders without flinching. But in this moment, she saw the crack in his armor, and it made him even more real to her. He was truly home for good and the reminder of their new reality and what their future had in store was unexpectedly endearing. Her smirk faded, the desire to tease replaced by something tender, something that pulled her closer. Love. In these small, unguarded moments, when he was a little unsure, she loved him even more. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, her heart swelling.

“Alright, now..” Terry responded, trying to stifle a smile, “I guess I just.. I want to make sure we’re on the same page and doing this for the right reasons, you know? And I just keep thinking, what if we-”

“Terry,” Andrea interrupted, cutting him off with a gentle smile

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He scrunched his brows, processing her words slowly.

“Wait… what?”

“I said yes, Terry. Yes, we can start trying for a baby.” her tone was light, still amused by how flustered he was. 

A deep breath escaped him, one he probably didn’t even realize he was holding. His face softened, and his voice quieted, the relief evident in his words.

“I just wanted to make sure-" he started, but then stopped himself. His face softening as he finally looked at her.

Quietly and laced with gratitude he said, "Thank you."

"For saying yes," he clarified simply.

Andrea reached up to gently cup his face and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Of course,” she assured, her voice soft and certain.

“I’m ready for this, Terry. We’re ready.”

As they continued their meal, Andrea allowed herself to fully relax, leaning into the warmth of the moment. For the first time all week, she felt like she could breathe. They lingered at the table long after their plates were cleared, sharing stories, laughing, and stealing small touches. By the time they left the restaurant, Andrea felt lighter, convinced that the life she dreamed of with Terry was not only still within reach, but on it's way to becoming a reality. As they walked back to their apartment, hand in hand, the weight of their discussion settled softly between them, unspoken but understood. She looked up at him as he held the door for her to enter their building, and in that moment, everything felt right. 

Terry leaned against the door frame of their bedroom, arms lightly crossed, with a small smile playing on his lips as he watched his wife sit on the bed, pulling the zipper of her boots down.

Retirement meant he didn’t have to rush to bed, worry about the next mission, checking in with superiors, or making sure the squad had all their gear prepared.

The absence of all pressure was both relieving and unsettling because for the first time since high school he could take a breath without the weight of his unit, his family, his country, and the world on his chest. Andrea had always been the rock in their relationship while he was away, but now, Terry could feel that she was learning how to navigate this shift in their dynamic as well.

The soft orange glow of the afternoon sun illuminated their bedroom highlighting her every move. She slipped off one boot, then the other, and Terry felt an undeniable urge to help. 

“Need a hand?” he asked, his voice low as he approached slowly closing the space between them.

Drea looked up through lashes, a playful gleam in her eyes “Of course.”

“Come here and turn around” 

She stood up and walked toward him. Following his command and turned her back to his chest so he could unzip her dress revealing her new red satin fenty set. 

His voice was a low growl, his eyes heavy and glazed with desire. “This for me?” he asked. 

She didn’t answer with words, but instead nodded, her lips twitching as she fought to hold back a smirk.

His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. He wanted her in every sense. But more than that, this was now a mission, he wanted her to be the mother of his children, and to build a life together that was deeper than just the two of them. 

Andrea’s fingers slid down his neck, her touch soft but possessive, as if she too could feel the responsibility of the commitment they decided to make, the commitment to create something more. Terry couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than that and the desire to take care of her while she carried his babies sent shivers down his spine. 

“Terry, are you sure about this?” she whispered, her voice was low but steady and he felt the weight of her question. 

“I’m sure,” he breathed out, his words thick with emotion. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against hers.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Terry sat back, a quiet smile tugging at his lips as he looked at Andrea with feet set in place on either side of his hips and her hands planted firmly on his chest. His hands moved up and down her back in a steady soothing rhythm as she bounced up and down his shaft. 

They’d been each other's first everything, first kiss, first love, first time. They’d explored one another’s bodies so many times it felt like they knew each other inside and out, every scar, every curve, every mole. He knew if she wanted to she could make him bust in seconds, and all he had to do was give her “that look” and she’d be gone off into the stratosphere. 

But something about this time, intentionally trying to conceive, felt completely different. 

It was like they were 16 and starting all over again. Every movement and touch was mesmerizing, like they were discovering something they’d long since memorized. The softness of her skin under his calloused palms rooted him in the moment, where every little thing felt significant.

There was no rushing. As the sun dipped lower, its fading light reflected off her nipple piercings, casting a soft red and pink glow.

Terry gripped her ass and quickly flipped them over, a little faster than intended, earning a soft giggle from Andrea. 

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with lust and affection, before pressing a light kiss to his chest, right over his heart.

“I love you,” she whispered 

“I love you,” he murmured against her neck, his voice low and sincere. “..so much, Dre.”

Using one hand to support his weight and the other gripping her waist he rolled his hips slowly, sinking deeper with each thrust. The sound of her slickness filled the air and with each plunge into her sex, he could feel his tip gliding against her cervix. Drea's moans grew louder, raw and throaty, as if they were coming from somewhere deep within her soul. Terry's focus was unwavering, driven by a single obsessive intent, to breed her and make her his in every way possible. He felt that familiar sensation building deep in his stomach, a warmth spreading quickly through his entire body. 

"Baby..." he cooed, placing soft kisses along her shoulder.

She moaned softly, her legs tightening around him, but she didn't speak, her eyes still shut as she lost herself in the moment.

“Andrea.. Look at me now” he said more sternly. 

When her eyes finally blinked open, he gently asked “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes Daddy!” she shouted, her voice strained as she answered without hesitation.

His rhythm faltered, something about that word ignited a spark in him. Something primal. 

“Daddy, huh?” he said, his voice a little rougher than intended “I didn’t know Daddy sounded so good on me.”

“Oh, it sounds perfect on you” she breathed out 

“Yeah? Ok, mama…” 

“Yes!” she cried out in pleasure, “Let’s make a baby, Daddy” 

Those words were all it took, and Terry released what felt like the heaviest load in the deepest part of her pussy. With every stroke, his love for her seemed to intensify, and they came together gazing at each other through the haze of passion driven intoxication.

With their bodies tangled together, surrounded by disarrayed pillows and damp sheets, he basked in the pure feeling of satisfaction and contentment. They stayed that way for a moment, neither moving, just listening to the sound of each other's breathing and racing heartbeats, until Drea gently tapped at his butt cheek, signaling him to roll over.

“I’ve been doing some research…” Terry mumbled while intentionally keeping his pelvis aligned with hers so he didn’t slip out of her wet folds, gently flipping them over so she could be on top.

“I read something about how I should stay inside you for a bit after to increase our chances…” he said closing his eyes lazy clearly still sensitive to her touch

“Oh yeah?” Drea chucked as she straddled him. His hands instinctively went to her hips as she teasingly rocked back and forth slowly up and down his shaft, tracing patterns on his chest, and savoring the quiet aftermath of their decision. Her soft moans filled the space around them and as he laid there, Terry couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning. A new chapter starting for the both of them. 

He opened his eyes, gently placed his hand on her stomach, and started rubbing small circles. “Hey baby,” he whispered with a grin

She burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. “We’re probably gonna need to try more than once, baby.” 

“We can try,” he said, tickling her sides for emphasis, “...whenever you want, baby. But I got that super sperm. He’s in there. I know it.” He said, pressing his lips and giving her a confident nod. 

“He!? Oh my God, Terry, please just stop!” she laughed, nearly out of breath from her fit of giggles

His watch beeped alerting him that it was the top of the hour. “Matter fact, I need to make sure he in there good, let me see something…” Using his hand to brace the back of her neck he flipped them over once again laying Andrea down on her back. 

"I got a meeting in a hour. Now that my first procreation tour is complete..." Terry said, his voice trailing off "...It's playtime.

"Let's see how fast I can make you cum again." he added with a mischievous grin

He pulled out, sat up on his knees, and leaned back for a better view. She could feel the cooling sweat from his thighs dripping down the back of her legs; Everything was sticky and from this angle he could see all his precious potential babies getting ready to slide out of her and onto the mattress. 

Gravity was a bitch. 

Using the head of his dick, he scooped up what he could and slid back into her, mixing her cream with his seed as he pumped in and out. Terry was determined; they were making a baby today. 

He studied every feature on her face as she moaned in pleasure, like he was seeing her for the first time, she was beyond beautiful. Truly. Inside and out. This new phase of their life was the beginning of something so sweet he thought. So many new adventures they had to look forward to without the daily stress and worry that he might not make it home.

He couldn’t help but wonder which traits their little bundle of joy would inherit from their mother. He wanted his son to look just like her. He used his right hand to push her thigh to her chest and his left thumb to circle her clit, using any of their cum that did manage to seep out as natural lubricant. Terry's gaze was focused on her lips, he locked in on the subtle difference her top lip slightly darker than the bottom a feature he always admired. Andrea bit her bottom lip, arching her back as her eyes squeezed shut. That's when he heard a soft word echo across the room.

“Oh” 

He blinked, confused. Then knitted his brows together. He knows he heard it. Clear as day, but her lips didn’t move. Terry knew he gave good dick. But telepathy? This was next level shit right here.

Andrea continued nibbling on her bottom lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps and he started drilling inside her steadily.

That’s when Terry noticed her out of the corner of his eye. Amara hovered in the doorway watching like she was trying to memorize every detail, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. A quiet realization hit him. She's the one who spoke.

His curiosity peaked as he wondered how long she’d been standing there watching them. His gaze drifted to her feet, her crisp white shoes giving away the otherwise dark silhouette. His eyes slowly traveled upward as he took in her figure from the ground up. When his eyes reached her face, they locked with hers for a moment while he continued rolling his hips and thrusting in and out and in…

“fuuuccckkk” he exhaled, his eyes fluttering shut as he threw his head back in sheer ecstasy when Andrea clenched around him.

She was nearing her next orgasm and completely unaware of her husband’s work wife standing in the threshold of their bedroom staring. When he opened his eyes Amara was still locked in place observing, it was odd the way she watched them with unnerving focus, it was more strange that his dick was still hard and he couldn’t bring himself to pull out.

When their eyes met once again, Amara dropped her phone and the 3 ring binder she was holding. It smacked the floor with a loud slap. Opening her eyes wide with shock, Andrea’s head snapped toward noise. Shows over. 

“OH MY GOD!”

Drea jolted up using all the strength in her core to force herself into a forward crunch so she could straddle Terry’s hips. She locked her arms around his waist and buried her face in Terry’s neck; he twitched involuntarily inside her. There was no way there were finishing this round but he didn't want to stop, he still felt her throbbing around his member and her warm breath heating his neck. Damn.

“Sorry! Shit- Sorry!” Amara stammered, looking at her feet now, clearly flustered.

She crouched down awkwardly to grab the binder, fumbling with her phone on the floor unable to pick it up on the first try. Terry stayed on his knees holding Drea close to his chest and felt around for a sheet to wrap around them. 

“You gotta be fuckin kidding me,” Drea mumbled out against his neck.

When Amara finally got a grip on her phone she dashed out the room, pulling on the door handle to get it to close, and disappeared quickly down the hallway like she needed to talk to a man about a horse.

Once the door slammed shut Andrea looked at him, still processing what had just happened, her face flushed and eyes narrowed. Terry removed the blanket and placed his hand on her back to lower her down on the bed. He pulled himself gently out of her and gravity was back at it again. What a waste.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “I didn’t expect that.”

The bed shifted below from Andrea standing up “I’ll.. uh… I’ll be in the bathroom,” she said with a nod toward the shower.

There was no masking the confused expression on her face as she slowly walked away. Terry wasn’t sure how to feel. He was relieved that Andrea hadn’t said anything more, especially with Amara still in their home, but he could sense the tension building in her too. That didn’t sit right with him. Annoyed by the interruption, the difficult conversation he’d need to have with Drea, and the work waiting for him with Mara, he swung his legs off the bed and grabbed his Levi’s and wife beater from the floor. After dressing quickly, he made his way to the living room to go over Amara’s report. He wanted to get it done as fast as possible.

As he approached the common area he stopped by the kitchen to wash his hands at the sink, it was probably best not to get sweat and cum all over official government documentation. He could see Amara sitting on the couch fiddling and organizing papers that must’ve jumped out of place when her binder fell.

“Sorry you had to see all that” he yelled out from behind the island. 

“I was kinda expecting you to knock,” he said with a soft chuckle trying to make light of the awkward situation as he grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands. 

She didn’t respond immediately, once she had everything sorted back into place and snapped the rings of the binder closed, she stood up. 

“Why the fuck would you ask me to come here Terry!?” she spat venomously.

Terry paused, his face momentarily blank as he processed what she’d just said. Then, as if a switch had flipped, his expression darkened, and his handsome features contorted into a fierce scowl.

Menacing.

Lethal.

If looks could kill she’d be on her way to the morgue.

“Why are you talking to me like you just caught me cheating on you Amara?” He whispered back harshly, lowering his neck so he could look her directly in her eyes.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, he kept going “I was with my wife, you here early as shit might I add, and you just let yourself in like you own the place? Huh? That key was supposed to be for emergencies only Amara, I mean what’s good with you my nigga!?"

Before she could respond, he pressed on with a very important question,

"Who. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. To!?” he gritted out, his voice growing louder with each word.

Retirement had already started to chip away at his legendary composure and unwavering demeanor. Pleasantries were gone. Pokerface be damned. He was beyond pissed and she knew it. To avert his gaze and his sharp arched eyebrow, she dropped her head and stared at her hands taking a deep breath before replying.

“I know she’s your real wife, Terry. But I miss you!" she whined.

"I asked for your help on this report but I thought..” She trailed off ‘..I thought since you have all this free time now that you’re retired that you might want to spend some of it with me.”

“Mara, what are you-”

“Actually, I’m going to go,” she interrupted. “This was silly and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt and I definitely didn't realize you’d be 'that' busy if I came by early.”

Amara didn’t wait for a response. She picked up her things, turned on the heels of her crisp AF1s and walked out, leaving Terry standing in the middle of the room. 

From the shower Andrea watched their exchange unfold on her phone from their security camera as the hot water trickled down her body. It was as if Amara’s words hung in the air like smoke. Terry stood there motionless, staring at the door as she walked out. When the door clicked shut behind her, he let out a long sigh and plopped down on the couch holding his head in his hands. Through the screen her eyes stayed locked on him and she observed him using his flattened palms to run his hands forward over his little waves, focusing on the rhythm to ground himself. 

Her hands trembled as she clicked her phone shut, she was right back to where she was the night of the party. Scared, uncertain, and questioning everything. Those words echoing again in her thoughts:

They’ve been fucking. 

She had successfully buried everything Mark said deep, she trusted Terry, she believed in him. But now? The air was once again filled with doubt. 

“This shit not normal," she muttered to herself.

She could feel the weight of what she’d just seen settle in. Drea couldn’t keep pretending her feelings of doubt weren’t there no matter how much she wanted to have faith in Terry. So, this was just the start. If she wanted the truth, she’d have to dig deeper. And this time, she wouldn’t stop until she found it.

A/N: This was my first attempt at a little smut scene. Imma need my OG writing girlies out there to host a masterclass because I'd like to register asaptually! I think I got one last chapter in the chamber to finish this one out. K. Thanks. Byeeeeee 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

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[easthigh]

LGBT+ REPRESENTATION ON DISNEY CHANNEL

*only including characters who are explicitly queer in their media and not revealed to be by a creator outside of their work

Nikki (transgender) in Raven’s Home (2017-present)

Sasha Waybright (bisexual) in Amphibia (2019-2022)

Tai (non-binary) in Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2023-present)

Papa Titan (gender-fluid) in The Owl House (2020-2023)

Gerry (mlm) and Bruce (mlm) in Christmas… Again?! (2021)

Nicholas (mlm) and Wayne (mlm) in Bunk’d (2015-present)

Sheriff Blubs (mlm) and Deputy Durland (mlm) in Gravity Falls (2012-2016)

Isaac Goldberg-Calderon (mlm) and Antonio Goldberg-Calderon (mlm) in Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2023-present)

Eda Clawthorne (bisexual) and Raine Whispers (non-binary) in The Owl House (2020-2023)

Cami Rivera (bisexual) in Raven’s Home (2017-present)

Susan (wlw) and Cheryl (wlw) in Good Luck Charlie (2010-2014)

Jackie-Lynn Thomas (bisexual) and Chloe (wlw) in Star vs. the Forces of Evil (2015-2019)

Terri (non-binary) in Amphibia (2019-2022)

Luz Noceda (bisexual) and Amity Blight (lesbian) in The Owl House (2020-2023)

A-Spen (non-binary, bisexual) and Willa Lykensen (queer) in Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 3 (2022)

Harvey Park (mlm) and Gilbert Park (mlm) in The Owl House (2020-2023)

General Yunan Longclaw (wlw) and Lady Olivia (wlw) in Amphibia (2019-2022)

Penumbra (lesbian) in DuckTales (2017-2021)

Terry (mlm) and Alexander (mlm) in Big City Greens (2018-present)

Masha (non-binary) in The Owl House (2020-2023)

Cyrus Goodman (gay) in Andi Mack (2017-2019)

Ally (pansexual) and Jess (bisexual) in Amphibia (2019-2022)

Brooklyn (transgender) in Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2023-present)

The Collector (non-binary) in The Owl House (2020-2023)

Ty Sabrewing (mlm) and Indy Sabrewing (mlm) in DuckTales (2017-2021)

TJ Kippen (gay) in Andi Mack (2017-2019)

Mr. X (mlm) in Amphibia (2019-2022)

Mike (mlm) and Carl (mlm) in Under Wraps 2 (2022)

[utapri-translations-uuuu]

Beautiful Emerald City - Translation (美しきエメラルドシティ)

Please do not repost/retranslate without permission.

I have also made a version which includes the members' notes found in the script.

[The beautiful city - Emerald City gate, daytime]

They arrive at Emerald City.

Everyone is overwhelmed by its sheer beauty.

Terry: What a big gate...

Theo: The castle visible beyond is also impressive…

Scarecrow: … Everything really is emerald green…

Tin Woodman: The Emerald City is as beautiful as its name suggests…

The Lion rubs his eyes.

Lion: It's so shiny, it's too bright for me to open my eyes.

Tin Woodman: But how do we get into the city? It's surrounded by a tall wall, and it seems we can't enter freely.

The Lion pounds on the gate with all his might.

Lion: The gate is also firmly shut.

The Scarecrow points his finger and presses the button without hesitation.

Scarecrow: There’s a doorbell here! If you have business here, you must ring it! Let’s push it~!

In response to the doorbell, the gate slowly swings open. The five of them walk inside.

A mechanical, serious-looking gatekeeper stands before them.

Gatekeeper: Welcome to the Emerald City. What can I do for you?

Terry: We're here to see the Wizard of Oz!

Gatekeeper: The Great Oz? He’s an important man. I can't let you meet him for trivial errands. Ever since this country was founded, we've been told not to let people through.

Lion: This is not a trivial errand! It’s a serious matter, our lives depend on it!

Gatekeeper: If you offend him, he may destroy you all in an instant. Knowing that, do you wish to proceed?

Theo: Mister gatekeeper, please! Oz-san is a good Wizard, isn't he? If so, I think he will listen to us.

Tin Woodman: Yes, we have come here seeking aid. For a great one should reach out to the weak and those in need.

Gatekeeper: … That’s certainly true. The Great Oz is a good wizard. Well then, let me take you to his palace.

The Scarecrow jumps for joy.

Scarecrow: Yeah! Now we’re talking!!

The Gatekeeper unlocks the door to the cabinet containing the spectacles.

Gatekeeper: But first, I'm going to ask you to wear these glasses.

Lion: Why? Wow… The spectacles are green, too…

Gatekeeper: It’s an order from the Great Oz. You cannot enter the city without spectacles. That’s because the brightness of the Emerald City will make your eyes go haywire.

The Scarecrow taps his own eyes.

Scarecrow: My eyes are painted on, so I think I’ll be fine.

Tin Woodman: I have tin eyes too, so that shouldn't be a problem…

He curtly hands over the spectacles.

Gatekeeper: It's been a rule since the city was first built! Even those who live in the city must wear spectacles night and day. It is not allowed to take them off. Once you put them on, they’ll be locked on.

Lion: What an inconvenient rule… But I guess that's just how it is in the city.

The Gatekeeper has the five of them put on the glasses and then locks them fast with his key.

Gatekeeper: With that, we’re ready to go! Now, let me show you to the palace.

The door opens with a heavy sound. The five shout in admiration.

Theo: … Wow…

Terry: … Wow…

Scarecrow: … Wow…

Tin Woodman: … Wow…

Lion: … Wow…

Tin Woodman: It was amazing from the outside, but it's even more amazing inside! Even though I'm wearing glasses, it's so bright.

With an excited gait, they begin to walk as if being lured.

Scarecrow: Emerald everywhere! The streets, the houses, the people, the food, even the sunlight is green!

The Lion laughs, holding his stomach.

Lion: Ahaha!! You’re green, too!

The Scarecrow jumps up in surprise.

Scarecrow: It’s true!! So I've turned into emerald instead of straw? But isn’t that so cool? I’m the only scarecrow in the world that shines in emerald green!

The Tin Woodman also strokes his tin body.

Tin Woodman: Maybe I've been influenced by the power of this city. It's magic that can turn simple tin into emerald!

Theo: Yeah! What a wonderful world! I can't believe there's a place like this! The people who live here are rich and full of happiness!

Terry: … It's certainly a beautiful place, but it feels artificial, and they're a bit too busy working, aren't they?

Theo: You said it's better to be stimulated than bored, didn't you?

Terry: Yeah, that’s true, but… This place is nothing like Kansas.

[theimportantgirlforgacha]

Here's my predictions of Super Smash Bros. 6 for Nintendo Switch 2

Fighters:

01 Mario

02 Donkey Kong

03 Link

04 Samus

e04 Dark Samus

05 Yoshi

06 Kirby

07 Fox

08 Pikachu

09 Luigi

10 Ness

e10 Paula

11 Captain Falcon

12 Jigglypuff

13 Peach

e13 Daisy

14 Bowser

15 Ice Climbers

16 Sheik

17 Zelda

18 Dr. Mario

19 Pichu

20 Falco

21 Marth

e21 Lucina

22 Young Link

23 Ganondorf

24 Mewtwo

25 Roy

e25 Chrom

26 Mr. Game & Watch

27 Meta Knight

28 Pit

e28 Dark Pit

29 Zero Suit Samus

30 Wario

31 Snake

32 Ike

33/34/35 Pokemon Trainer (Squirtle/Ivysaur/Charizard)

36 Diddy Kong

e36 Dixie Kong

37 Lucas

38 Sonic

e38 Tails

39 King Dedede

40 Olimar (alts: Alph) 41 Lucario

42 R.O.B.

43 Toon Link

44 Wolf

45 Villager

46 Mega Man

47 Wii Fit Trainer

48 Rosalina & Luma

49 Little Mac

50 Greninja

51 Mii Brawler

52 Mii Swordfighter

53 Mii Gunner

54 Palutena

55 Pac-Man

56 Robin

57 Shulk

58 Bowser Jr. (alts Larry/Iggy/Wendy/Roy/Lemmy/Morton/Ludwig)

59 Duck Hunt

60 Ryu

e60 Ken

61 Cloud

62 Corrin

63 Bayonetta

64 Inkling

e64 Octoling

65 Ridley

66 Simon

e66 Richter

67 King K. Rool

68 Isabelle

e68 Lottie

69 Incineroar

70 Piranha Plant

71 Joker

e71 Panther

72 Hero

73 Banjo & Kazooie

74 Terry

75 Byleth

76 Min Min

77 Steve (alts Alex/Zombie/Enderman)

78 Sephiroth

79/80 Pyra/Mythra

81 Kazuya

82 Sora

e82 Riku

83 Jibanyan

84 Chibi-Robo

85 Rayman

86 Paper Mario

87 Birdo

88 Dr. Eggman

89 Bandana Dee

90 Slime (Dragon Quest)

91 Bomberman

92 Meowscarada

93 Monokuma

e93 Monomi

94 Susie Haltmann (Cheat Code)

95 Huggy Wuggy (Cheat Code)

96 Geno (DLC)

97 Captain Syrup (DLC)

98 Rabbid (DLC)

99 Conker (DLC)

100 White Mage (DLC)

101 Jin (DLC)

102 Krystal (DLC)

103 DJ Octavio (DLC)

104 King Boo (DLC)

105 Roxanne Wolf (DLC)

106/107 Felicia/Morrigan Aensland (DLC)

108 Catnap (alts Dogday/Craftycorn/Bubba Bubbaphant/Picky Piggy/Kickin Chicken/Hoppy Hopscotch/Bobby BeaHug) (DLC)

109/110 Sans/Papyrus (DLC)

111 Pop Fizz (DLC)

EVERYONE IS FINALLY HERE! (110 fighters)

Stages: Battlefield from "Super Smash Bros. All-Star" Small Battlefield from "Super Smash Bros. All-Star"

Big Battlefield from "Super Smash Bros. All-Star"

Peach's Castle from "Super Mario"

Kongo Jungle from "Donkey Kong Country"

Hyrule Castle from "The Legend of Zelda" Super Happy Tree from "Yoshi's Story"

Dream Land from "Kirby"

Saffron City from "Pokemon Red/Blue"

Mushroom Kingdom from "Super Mario Bros."

Princess Peach's Castle from "Super Mario 64" Rainbow Cruise from "Super Mario 64"

Kongo Falls "Donkey Kong Country"

Jungle Japes from "Donkey Kong 64"

Great Bay from "The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask"

Temple from "The Legend of Zelda"

Brinstar from "Metroid"

Yoshi's Island (Melee) from "Super Mario World" Yoshi's Story

Fountain of Dreams from "Kirby's Adventure"

Green Greens from "Kirby" Corneria from "Star Fox" Venom from "Star Fox"

Pokemon Stadium from "Pokemon"

Mute City from "F-Zero"

Onett from "Earthbound"

Mushroom Kingdom II from "Super Mario Bros. 2"

Brinstar Depths from "Metroid"

Poke Floats from "Pokemon" Big Blue from "F-Zero"

Fourside from "Earthbound"

Delfino Plaza from "Super Mario Sunshine"

Mushroomy Kingdom from "Super Mario Bros."

Figure-8 Circuit from "Mario Kart DS"

WarioWare, Inc.

Bridge of Eldin from "The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess"

Norfair from "Metroid"

Frigate Orpheon from "Metroid Prime"

Yoshi's Island from "Super Mario World 2: Yoshi's Island"

Halberd from "Kirby Super Star" Lylat Cruise from "Star Fox"

Pokemon Stadium 2 from "Pokemon" Port Town Aero Dive from "F-Zero GX/AX"

Castle Siege from "Fire Emblem"

Distant Planet from "Pikmin"

Smashville from "Animal Crossing: Wild Wood" New Pork City from "Mother 3"

Summit from "Ice Climber"

Skyworld from "Kid Icarus" Shadow Moses Island from "Metal Gear Solid" Luigi's Mansion

Pirate Ship "The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker"

Spear Pillar from "Pokemon Diamond/Pearl"

75m from "Donkey Kong"

Mario Bros.

Hanebow from "Electroplankton"

Green Hill Zone from "Sonic the Hedgehog"

3D Land from "Super Mario 3D Land"

Paper Mario

Gerudo Valley from "The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time"

Spirit Train from from "The Legend of Zelda: Spirt Tracks" Dream Land GB from "Kirby"

Unova Pokemon Leauge from "Pokemon Black/White"

Prism Tower from "Pokemon X/Y"

Mute City SNES from "F-Zero" Magicant from "Earthbound"

Arena Ferox from "Fire Emblem Awakening"

Reset Bomb Forest from "Kid Icarus Uprising"

Tortimer Island from "Animal Crossing: New Leaf" Balloon Fight

Living Room from "Nintendogs"

Tomodachi Life

Pictochat 2 from "Pitcochat"

Pac-Maze from "Pac-Man"

Mushroom Kingdom U from "New Super Mario Bros. U"

Mario Galaxy from "Super Mario Galaxy" Mario Circuit from "Mario Kart 8"

Jungle Hijinxs from "Donkey Kong Country Returns" Skyloft from "The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword" The Great Cave Offensive from "Kirby Super Star"

Orbital Gate Assault from "Star Fox Assault" Kalos Pokemon Leauge from "Pokemon X/Y"

Coliseum from "Fire Embelm" Flat Zone X from "Game & Watch"

Palutena's Temple from "Kid Icarus Uprising" Gamer from "Game & Wario"

Garden of Hope from "Pikmin 3" Town and City from "Animal Crossing: City Folk"

Wii Fit Studio from "Wii Fit" Boxing Ring from "Punch-Out!!"

Gaur Plain from "Xenoblade Chronicles"

Duck Hunt

Pilotwings

Wuhu Island from "Wii Sports Resort"

Wily Castle from "Mega Man 2"

Pac-Land

Super Mario Maker

Suzaku Castle from "Street Fighter 2"

Midgar from "Final Fantasy VII"

Umbra Clock Tower from "Bayonetta"

New Donk City Hall from "Super Mario Odyssey"

Great Plateau Tower from "The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild"

Moray Towers from "Splatoon"

Dracula's Castle from "Castlevania" Mementos from "Persona 5"

Yggdrasil's Altar from "Dragon Quest XI: Echoes of an Elusice Age"

Spiral Mountain from "Banjo Kazooie"

King of Fighters Stadium from "Fatal Fury" Garreg Mach Monastery from "Fire Emblem Three Houses" Spring Stadium from "Arms" Minecraft World from "Minecraft"

Northern Cave from "Final Fantasy VII" Cloud Sea of Alrest from "Xenoblade Chronicles 2" Mishima Dojo from "Tekken 7" Hollow Bastion from "Kingdom Hearts" Flower Kingdom from "Super Mario Bros. Wonder"

Forest Maze from "Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars"

Dr. Mario

Great Sky Island from "The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom"

??? from "Metroid Prime 4: Beyond"

Natural Plains from "Kirby and the Forgotten Land"

City Trial from "Kirby Air Ride"

Krazoa Palace from "Star Fox Adventures"

Wyndon Stadium from "Pokemon Sword/Shield"

Mesagoza from "Pokemon Scarlet/Violet"

Erythia Sea from "Xenoblade Chronicles 3"

Desk from "Chibi-Robo"

Venus Lighthouse from "Golden Sun"

Night Walk from "Rhythm Heaven"

Tetris

Steel Diver

Miitopia

Spocco Square from "Nintendo Switch Sports"

Chemical Plant Zone from "Sonic the Hedgehog 2"

Sky Sanctuary Zone "Sonic & Knuckles"

Central Highway from "Mega Man X"

Namco Museum

Midnight Channel from "Persona 4" The World That Never Was from "Kingdom Hearts II"

Fairy Glade from "Rayman 2: The Great Escape"

N. Sanity Island from "Crash Bandicoot: N. Sanity Trilogy"

Sky City Tokyo from "Ninja Gaiden"

Hopes Peak Acadamy From "Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc"

Yokai World From "Yokai Watch"

Items:

Smash Ball

Assist Trophy

Poke Ball

Dragoon Parts

Daybreak Parts

Bomber

Fake Smash Ball

Food

Maxim Tomato

Heart Container

Fairy Bottle

Healing Field

Super Mushroom

Poison Mushroom

Super Star

Warp Star

Metal Box

Bunny Hood

Superspicy Curry

Timer

Lightning

Bullet Bill

Beam Sword

Star Rod

Home-Run Bat

Hammer

Golden Hammer

Lip's Stick Fire Bar

Ore Club

Killing Edge

Death's Scythe

Ray Gun

Fire Flower

Super Scope

Gust Bellows

Drill

Banana Gun

Rage Blaster

Ramblin'n Evil Mushroom

Staff

Bob-Omb

Motion-Sensor Bomb

Green Shell

Bumper

Freezie

Mr. Saturn

Smart Bomb

Deku Nut

Smoke Ball

Pitfall

Hothead

Banana Peel

Unira

Soccer Ball

Bombchu

X Bomb

Hocotate Bomb

POW Block

Spiny Shell

Boomerang

Beetle

Cucco

Beehive

Boss Galaga

Baseball

Black Hole

Franklin Badge

Screw Attack

Super Leaf

Rocket Belt

Super Lunch Star

Special Flag

Crate

Rolling Crate

Barrel

Capsule

Party Ball

Grass

Super Bell

Power-Up Shield

Energy Tank

TNT Crate

PokeBalls:

Alolan Vulpix

Alolan Exeggutor

Bewear

Mimikyu

Solgaleo

Lunala Meowth

Electrode

Eevee

Snorlax

Wobuffet

Alolan Raichu

Pyukumuku

Togedemaru

Tapu Koko

Abra

Ditto

Marshadow

Oshawott

Moltres

Suicune

Lugia

Kyogre

Palkia

Giratina

Arceus

Xerneas

Scizor

Staryu

Togepi

Gardevoir

Metagross

Abomasnow

Chespin

Entai

Latias & Latios

Deoxys

Darkrai

Victini

Zoroark

Weavile

Keldeo

Meloetta

Genesect

Snivy

Delphox

Fletchling

Spewpa

Gogoat

Dedenne

Scorbunny

Sprigatito

Zeraora

Urshifu

Aegislash

Tinkaton

Wooloo Cramorant

Lycanroc (dusk form)

Armarouge

Ceruledge

Toxtricity

Melmetal

Dragapult

Ogerpon

Zacian

Miradon

Zygarde (100% form)

Assist Trophies: Hammer Bro.

Waluigi

Chain Chomp

Thwomp

Wiggler

Flies & Hand

Klaptrap

Midna

Ghirahim

Moon

Impa (Age of Calamity)

Metroid

Mother Brain

E.M.M.I.

Knuckle Joe

Chef Kawasaki

Magolor

Andross

Slippy Toad

Jeff

Starman

Samurai Goroh

Lyn

Black Knight

Magnus

Phosphora

Ashley

Jimmy T

Burrowing Snagret

Kapp'n

Riki

Pneuma

Squid Sisters (Callie & Marie)

Spring Man

Drake Redcrest

Starfy

Dr. Wright

Devil

Nintendog

Color TV Game

Prince of Sable

Takamaru

Dillon

Dr. Kawashima

Sukapon

Arcade Bunny

Nikki

Vince

Yuri Kozukata

Ring Fit Trainer

NL Robot Kit

Knuckles

Shadow

Amy Rose

Wily Capsule

Zero

Roll

Krystal

Ghost (Blinky, Inky, Pinky, and Clyde)

Miru

Guile Cactuar

Rodin

Alucard

Jack Frost

Gruntilda

Iori Yagami

Morgana

Kuma

Morgana

Donald And Goofy

Aqua

Globox

Crash Bandicoot

Dr. Cortex

Akira

Rathalos

Q*Bert

Shantae

Risky Boots

Mommy Long Legs

Player (Poppy Playtime)

Makoto Naegi

Kyoko Kirigiri

Maki Harukawa

Kokichi Ouma

Monokuma Kubs (Monotaro, Monophanie, Monodam, Monosuke And Monokid)

Usapyon

Blizzaria

Venoct

Whisper

[chrishoughton]

hi chris its been like 2 years since my big city greens hyperfixation and i decided to go back on tumblr because twitter sucks

I honestly miss the days where I sat there in my room, binge watching the shows again and again, mentioning it to my friends every 2 minutes and always getting excited when i see terry and alexander (cuz being gay and a teen was hard)

seeing your tumblr against was a blast of nostalgia, i would constantly scroll through this page and waiting for more updates...

big city greens had a huge positive impact on my teenage life and i love the show a lot, you and shane are awesome (and thanks for creating alexander and terry)

Aw man, what a sweet message. I haven't been posting on Tumblr as much these days but I'm glad to hear the old posts still have some value. I'm thrilled to hear you've enjoyed BCG- thank you!

[strangeduckpaper]

Idea for E136's Earth-2 counterpart is Earth 139, which has the stylistic sensitivities of Earth 2 from the Flash (before all the complicated crisis stuff). The Trinity debuts in the 1940's, Aquaman is a metahuman instead of an Atlantean, and some places that are Mystically Capital H Hidden are already public, such as Atlantis and Gorilla City.

The big divergence happens during an already altered version of the fourties where WWII hadn't kicked off yet, where German experimentation opens a portal to Apocalypse. The ensuing war wipes out most of western Europe, and that's not even accounting for the brushfire conflicts, the Pacific Front, (including Atlantis) and the War of the Americas.

Superhumans begin to appear in the 50's, with technology advancing faster and much of the world uniting under the banner of the World Army. The Olympian gods of this world are (or were) a lot more present due to the lack of a previous invasion such as the one that happened in Earth 136's ancient history.

The "present" (for the value of present) is the late 70's, where the original Wonders of the World are retiring, Jay Garrick and Sam Zhao are the Flash and Green Lantern respectively, and Infinity Inc is called Teen Justice, and are essentially the Teen Titans at this point.

The Wonders of the World (OG lineup) - Superman (His pod landed in Eastern Europe here, but there was enough leeway in E138's political situation for him to not become Red Son or Overman. Later moved to America) - Batman (From Gotham, had a much more flexible code at the start, and attended to by Alfred Beagle and Harriet Chilton) - Wonder Woman (Themyscira has a much more contentious relationship with the gods. Themyscira itself is a wandering island myth) - Red Lantern (USSR, but a very different one) - Aquaman (Arthur Shin, British-Chinese metahuman, king consort to the throne of Atlantis) - Johnny Quick (Australian Speedster Metahuman) - Jenny Sparks (The United Kingdom) - Dr Fate (Inza Hassin, an Egyptian woman who technically wasn't an official Wonder, but protected Africa during the war of Apokalypse)

Later Members - Red Tornado (Ma Hunkel, Metahuman) - Green Lantern (Sam Zhao, magical guardian of Earth) - The Flash (Jay Garrick, Champion of Mercury) - Superwoman (Lois Lane, rebuilt with Kryptonian Technology) - Miss Terrific (Terri Sloane) - Wildcat (Teodoro Montez, Mexican hero here) - Robin (Dick Grayson, he doesn't give up that mantle here) - Manhunter (Roh Kar of Mars)

The Seven Soldiers - Red Arrow (Robert Queen) - Shining Knight (Ystine/Ystin of Avalon) - Spartan (John Colt) - Atom (Allan Popov) - Stargirl (Jackie Knight) - Sandman (Westley Dodd) - Bulleteer (Susan Kent)

Teen Justice - Huntress (Helena Kyle-Wayne) - Supergirl/Power Girl (Kara Zor L/Kent, raised by Kal and Lois) - Thunder Heart (Jessie Chambers) - Speedy (Oliver Queen) - Black Canary (Dinah Laurel Lance) - Hourman (Rick Tyler)

[littl3st4rry]

✨About Me! ✨

⋆Name: Moni

⋆Pronouns/Gender: She/Her AFAB

⋆Sexuality:Pansexual

⋆Favorite Colors:Blue, Green, and Purple

⋆Hobbies:Reading, Cooking, and sleeping obviii

Status: Would love a non romantic caregiver❤️

🎧 I loveee playing Little Kitty Big City and Fortnite. I listen to Zach Bryan and Chappell roan religiously! I also love laufey and Hozier

📚I’ll be starting Highschool this fall. I am currently reading Last Light by Terri Blackwood and The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. My favorite book (series) is A Series Of Unfortunate Events.

⋆Big age is 14

⋆Little age ranges from 2-5 🍼

[ut-side-character-showdown]

BRACKET ANNOUNCEMENT

THE EXPERIMENT

COMMENCES

SOON.

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12/4/23 20:00 BST

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THE MATCHUPS

ARE AS FOLLOWS.

HYPERLINKS WILL

BE ADDED AS THE

EXPERIMENT CONTINUES.

Left Side:

Group A:

Rabbit Kid VS Rabbit Girl

Dad Cat VS Pippins

Susie Master VS The Warrior

Clover VS K. Round

Dummy VS ICE-E

Wall Plug VS Hand Receptionist

Werewerewire VS Top Chef

Fommt VS Malius

Group B:

Red Ice Cap VS Rudy

Circus Wagon VS Bow-Bow

Jevil VS Rudinn Ranger

Onion VS Blue Ears

Trashy VS Father Alvin

Circus Animals VS Little Ball

Bunny Guard VS Bandana Plugboy

Waitress Lion VS Tentacled Monster

Group C:

Addisons VS Scissor Dancer

Tasque Manager VS Monster Kid

Snowy VS Hacker

Clam Guy VS Mr. Elegance

Starwalker VS Eyelash Plugboy

Catty VS Mauswheel

Everyman VS Asgore

Milk Looker VS Ice Wolf

Group D:

Former Kings VS Scarf Lady

Ms. Pipis VS Pair of Eyes

Block Tree VS Head Hathy

Catti VS Blue Block O

Jigsaw Joe VS Mousemillian

TP Master VS Alphys

Ambyu-Lance VS Mom Cat

Toby Fox VS Ponman

Right Side:

Group E:

Icon Man VS Aaron

Nubert VS Virovirokun

Jigsawry VS Rudinn

Plugboy VS Swatchling

Jockington VS Scared Donut Guy

Maus VS Rouxls Kaard

Wig Robot VS Kris Master

Rabbick VS Bloxer

Group F:

Bratty VS Snails

Poppup VS Pizzapants

Green Ice Cap VS Blue Ice Cap

Werewire VS Hat Monster

Swatch VS Seam

Suit Plugboy VS Starwalker Bird

Terry VS Diner Shopkeep

Flower Shop Loox VS Dad Dragon

Group G:

Pipis VS Trash Can Rudinn

Hathy VS Yes Man

Egg Man VS Temmie

Shyren VS Briefcase Dude

Fuku Fire VS Purple Guy

Royal Coat Rack VS Gimmick Saucer

Asriel Dreemur VS Froggit

Big Mouth VS Dess Holiday

Group H:

Napstablook VS Striped Bird

Ralsei Master VS Sweet Cap'n Cakes

City Werewires VS Fedora Plugboy

Ficus Licker VS Diamond Boy

C. Round VS Dragon Guard

Tasque VS The Wet-Nose Bandits

Rainy VS Mr. Society

Worm VS Politics Bear

[patheticbatman]

I accidentally deleted my December 2019 story, so here is the reupload! If you would like to see an illustrated version of the first part of The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents by Terry Pratchett, please

One day, when he was naughty, Mr Bunnsy looked over the hedge into Farmer Fred’s field and it was full of green lettuces. Mr Bunnsy, however, was not full of lettuces. This did not seem fair.

- From Mr Bunnsy Has an Adventure

Rats! They chased the dogs and bit the cats, they- But there was more to it than that. As the amazing Maurice said, it was just a story about people and rats. And the difficult part of it was deciding who the people were, and who were the rats. But Malicia Grim said it was a story about stories.

It began - part of it began - on the mail coach that came over the mountains from the distant cities of the plain. This was the part of the journey that the driver didn’t like. The way wound through forests and around mountains on crumbling roads. There were deep shadows between the trees. Sometimes he thought things were following the coach, keeping just out of sight. It gave him the willies. And on this journey, the really big willie was that he could hear voices. He was sure of it. They were coming from behind him, from the top of the coach, and there was nothing there but the big oilcloth mail-sacks and the young man’s luggage. There was certainly nothing big enough for a person to hide inside. But occasionally he was sure he heard squeaky voices, whispering. There was only one passenger at this point. He was a fair-haired young man, sitting all by himself inside the rocking coach, reading a book. He was reading slowly, and aloud, moving his finger over the words. ‘Ubberwald,’ he read out.

“That’s ‘Uberwald’,” said a small, squeaky but very clear voice. “The dots make it a sort of long ‘ooo’ sound. But you’re doing well.”

“Ooooooberwald?”

“There’s such a thing as too much pronunciation, kid,” said another voice, which sounded half asleep. “But you know the best thing about Uberwald? It’s a long, long way from Sto Lat. It’s a long way from Pseudopolis. It’s a long way from anywhere where the Commander of the Watch says he’ll have us boiled alive if he ever sees us again. And it’s not very modern. Bad roads. Lots of mountains in the way. People don’t move about much up here. So news doesn’t travel very fast, see? And they don’t have policemen. Kid, we can make a fortune here!’

"Maurice?” said the boy, carefully.

“Yes, kid?”

“You don’t think what we’re doing is, you know… dishonest, do you?"

There was a pause before the voice said, "How do you mean, dishonest?”

“Well… we take their money, Maurice.” The coach rocked and bounced over a pot-hole. “All right,” said the unseen Maurice, “but what you’ve got to ask yourself is: who do we take the money from, actually?”

“Well… it’s generally the mayor or the city council or someone like that.”

“Right. And that means it's… what? I’ve told you this bit before.”

“Er…”

“It is gov-ern-ment money, kid,” said Maurice patiently. “Say it? Gov-ern-ment money.”

'Gov-ern-ment money,’ said the boy obediently. 'Right! And what do governments do with money?’

'Er, they…’

'They pay soldiers,’ said Maurice. 'They have wars. In fact, we’ve prob'ly stopped a lot of wars by taking the money and putting it where it can’t do any harm. They’d put up stachoos to us, if they thought about it.’

'Some of those towns looked pretty poor, Maurice,’ said the kid doubtfully.

'Hey, just the kind of places that don’t need wars, then.’

'Dangerous Beans says it's…’ The boy concentrated, and his lips moved before he said the word, as if he was trying out the pronunciation to himself, '… It’s un-eth-ickle.’

'That’s right, Maurice,’ said the squeaky voice. 'Dangerous Beans says we shouldn’t live by trickery.’

'Listen, Peaches, trickery is what humans are all about,’ said the voice of Maurice. 'They’re so keen on tricking one another all the time that they elect governments to do it for them. We give them value for money. They get a horrible plague of rats, they pay a rat piper, the rats all follow the kid out of town, hoppity-skip, end of plague, everyone’s happy that no-one’s widdling in the flour any more, the government gets re-elected by a grateful population, general celebration all round. Money well spent, in my opinion.’

'But there’s only a plague because we make them think there is,’ said the voice of Peaches.

'Well, my dear, another thing all those little governments spend their money on is rat-catchers, see? I don’t know why I bother with the lot of you, I really don’t.’

'Yes, but we-'

They realized that the coach had stopped. Outside, in the rain, there was the jingle of harness. Then the coach rocked a little, and there was the sound of running feet. A voice from out of the darkness said, 'Are there any wizards in there?’

The occupants looked at one another in puzzlement. 'No?’ said the kid, the kind of 'no’ that means 'why are you asking?’

'How about any witches?’ said the voice.

'No, no witches,’ said the kid.

'Right. Are there any heavily-armed trolls employed by the mail-coach company in there?’

'I doubt it,’ said Maurice. There was a moment’s pause, filled with the sound of the rain. 'OK, how about werewolves?’ said the voice eventually.

'What do they look like?’ asked the kid. 'Ah, well, they look perfectly normal right up to the point where they grow all, like, hair and teeth and giant paws and leap through the window at you,’ said the voice. The speaker sounded as though he was working through a list.

'We’ve all got hair and teeth,’ said the kid.

'So you are werewolves, then?’

'No.’

'Fine, fine.’ There was another pause filled with rain. 'OK, vampires,’ said the voice. 'It’s a wet night, you wouldn’t want to be flying in weather like this. Any vampires in there?’

'No!’ said the kid. 'We’re all perfectly harmless!’

'Oh boy,’ muttered Maurice, and crawled under the seat.

'That’s a relief,’ said the voice. 'You can’t be too careful these days. There’s a lot of funny people about.’ A crossbow was pushed through the window, and the voice said, 'Your money and your life. It’s a two-for-one deal, see?’

'The money’s in the case on the roof,’ said Maurice’s voice, from floor level. The highwayman looked around the dark interior of the coach.

'Who said that?’ he asked.

'Er, me,’ said the boy.

'I didn’t see your lips move, kid!’

'The money is on the roof. In the case. But if I was you I wouldn’t-’

'Hah, I just 'spect you wouldn’t,’ said the highwayman. His masked face disappeared from the window. The boy picked up the pipe that was lying on the seat beside him. It was the type still known as a penny whistle, although no-one could remember when they’d ever cost only a penny.

'Play “Robbery with Violence”, kid,’ said Maurice, quietly.

'Couldn’t we just give him money?’ said the voice of Peaches. It was a little voice.

'Money is for people to give us,’ said Maurice, sternly. Above them, they heard the scrape of the case on the roof of the coach as the highwayman dragged it down. The boy obediently picked up the flute and played a few notes. Now there were a number of sounds. There was a creak, a thud, a sort of scuffling noise and then a very short scream. When there was silence, Maurice climbed back onto the seat and poked his head out of the coach, into the dark and rainy night. 'Good man,’ he said. 'Sensible. The more you struggle, the harder they bite. Prob'ly not broken skin yet? Good. Come forward a bit so I can see you. But carefully, eh? We don’t want anyone to panic, do we?'

The highwayman reappeared in the light of the coach lamps. He was walking very slowly and carefully, his legs spread wide apart. And he was quietly whimpering. 'Ah, there you are,’ said Maurice, cheerfully. 'Went straight up your trouser legs, did they? Typical rat trick. Just nod, 'cos we don’t want to set 'em off. No tellin’ where it might end.’

The highwayman nodded very slowly. Then his eyes narrowed. 'You’re a cat?’ he mumbled. Then his eyes crossed and he gasped.

'Did I say talk?’ said Maurice. 'I don’t think I said talk, did I? Did the coachman run away or did you kill him?’ The man’s face went blank. 'Ah, quick learner, I like that in a highwayman,’ said Maurice. 'You can answer that question.’

'Ran away,’ said the highwayman hoarsely. Maurice stuck his head back inside the coach. 'Whadja think?’ he said. 'Coach, four horses, probably some valuables in the mail-bags… could be, oh, a thousand dollars or more. The kid could drive it. Worth a try?’

'That’s stealing, Maurice,’ said Peaches. She was sitting on the seat beside the kid. She was a rat. 'Not stealing as such,’ said Maurice. 'More… findin’. The driver’s run away, so it’s like… salvage. Hey, that’s right, we could turn it in for the reward. That’s much better. Legal, too. Shall we?’

'People would ask too many questions,’ said Peaches.

'If we just leave it, someone yawlp will steal it,’ wailed Maurice. 'Some thief will take it away! Much better if we take it, eh? We’re not thieves.’

'We will leave it, Maurice,’ said Peaches. 'In that case, let’s steal the highwayman’s horse,’ said Maurice, as if the night wouldn’t be properly finished unless they stole something. 'Stealing from a thief isn’t stealing, 'cos it cancels out.’

'We can’t stay here all night,’ said the kid to Peaches. 'He’s got a point.’

'That’s right!’ said the highwayman urgently. 'You can’t stay here all night!’

'That’s right,’ said a chorus of voices from his trousers, 'we can’t stay here all night!’ Maurice sighed, and stuck his head out of the window again. 'O-K,’ he said. 'This is what we’re going to do. You’re going to stand very still looking straight in front of you, and you won’t try any tricks because if you do I’ve only got to say the word-’

'Don’t say the word!’ said the highwayman even more urgently. 'Right,’ said Maurice, 'and we’ll take your horse as a punishment and you can have the coach because that’d be stealing and only thieves are allowed to steal. Fair enough?’

'Anything you say!’ said the highwayman, then he thought about this and added hurriedly, 'But please don’t say anything!’ He kept staring straight ahead. He saw the boy and the cat get out of the coach. He heard various sounds behind him as they took his horse. And he thought about his sword. All right, he was going to get a whole mail coach out of this deal, but there was such a thing as professional pride.

'All right,’ said the voice of the cat after a while. 'We’re all going to leave now, and you’ve got to promise not to move until we’re gone. Promise?’

'You have my word as a thief,’ said the highwayman, slowly lowering a hand to his sword. 'Right. We certainly trust you,’ said the voice of the cat. The man felt his trousers lighten as the rats poured out and scampered away, and he heard the jingle of harness. He waited a moment, then spun around, drew his sword and ran forward. Slightly forward, in any case. He wouldn’t have hit the ground so hard if someone hadn’t tied his bootlaces together.

They said he was amazing. The Amazing Maurice, they said. He’d never meant to be amazing. It had just happened. He’d realized something was odd that day, just after lunch, when he’d looked into a reflection in a puddle and thought that’s me. He’d never been aware of himself before. Of course, it was hard to remember how he’d thought before he became amazing. It seemed to him that his mind had been just a kind of soup.

And then there had been the rats, who lived under the rubbish heap in one corner of his territory. He’d realized there was something educated about the rats when he jumped on one and it’d said, 'Can we talk about this?’, and part of his amazing new brain had told him you couldn’t eat someone who could talk. At least, not until you’d heard what they’d got to say. The rat had been Peaches. She wasn’t like other rats. Nor were Dangerous Beans, Donut Enter, Darktan, Hamnpork, Big Savings, Toxie and all the rest of them.

But, then, Maurice wasn’t like other cats any more. Other cats were, suddenly, stupid. Maurice started to hang around with the rats, instead. They were someone to talk to. He got on fine so long as he remembered not to eat anyone they knew. The rats spent a lot of time worrying about why they were suddenly so clever. Maurice considered that this was a waste of time. Stuff happened. But the rats went on and on about whether it was something on the rubbish heap that they’d eaten, and even Maurice could see that wouldn’t explain how he’d got changed, because he’d never eaten rubbish. And he certainly wouldn’t eat any rubbish off that heap, seeing as where it came from…

He considered that the rats were, quite frankly, dumb. Clever, OK, but dumb. Maurice had lived on the streets forfour years and barely had any ears left and scars all over his nose, and he was smart. He swaggered so much when he walked that if he didn’t slow down he flipped himself over. When he fluffed out his tail people had to step around it. He reckoned you had to be smart to live for four years on these streets, especially with all the dog gangs and freelance furriers. One wrong move and you were lunch and a pair of gloves. Yes, you had to be smart.

You also had to be rich. This took some explaining to the rats, but Maurice had roamed the city and learned how things worked and money, he said, was the key to everything. And then one day he’d seen the stupid-looking kid playing the flute with his cap in front of him for pennies, he’d had an idea. An amazing idea. It just turned up, bang, all at once. Rats, flute, stupid-looking kid… And he’d said, 'Hey, stupid-looking kid! How would you like to make your fortu-nah, kid, I’m down here…'

Dawn was breaking when the highwayman’s horse came out of the forests, over a pass, and was reined to a halt in a convenient wood. The river valley stretched out below, with a town hunched up against the cliffs.

Maurice clambered out of the saddle-bag, and stretched. The stupid-looking kid helped the rats out of the other bag. They’d spent the journey hunched up on the money, although they were too polite to say that this was because no-one wanted to sleep in the same bag as a cat.

'What’s the name of the town, kid?’ Maurice said, sitting on a rock and looking down at the town. Behind them, the rats were counting the money again, stacking it in piles beside its leather bag. They did this every day. Even though he had no pockets, there was something about Maurice that made everyone want to check their change as often as possible.

’s called Bad Blintz,’ said the kid, referring to the guide-book. 'Ahem… should we be going there, if it’s bad?’ said Peaches, looking up from the counting. 'Hah, it’s not called Bad because it’s bad,’ said Maurice. 'That’s foreign language for bath, see?’

'So it’s really called Bath Blintz?’ said Donut Enter.

'Nah, nah, they call it Bath because…’ The Amazing Maurice hesitated, but only for a moment, 'because they got a bath, see? Very backward place, this. Not many baths around. But they’ve got one, and they’re very proud of it, so they want everyone to know. You prob'ly have to buy tickets even to have a look at it.’

'Is that true, Maurice?’ said Dangerous Beans. He asked the question quite politely, but it was clear that what he was really saying was 'I don’t think that is true, Maurice.'

Ah, yes… Dangerous Beans. Dangerous Beans was difficult to deal with. Really, he shouldn’t be. Back in the old days, Maurice thought, he wouldn’t even have eaten a rat so small and pale and generally ill-looking. He stared down at the little albino rat, with his snow-white fur and pinky eyes. Dangerous Beans did not stare back, because he was too short-sighted. Of course, being nearly blind was not too much of a drawback to a species that spent most of its time in the darkness and had a sense of smell that was, as far as Maurice could understand it, almost as good as sight and sound and speech all put together. For example, the rat always turned to face Maurice and looked directly at him when he spoke. It was uncanny. Maurice had known a blind cat that walked into doors a lot, but Dangerous Beans never did that. Dangerous Beans wasn’t the head rat. That was Hamnpork’s job. Hamnpork was big and fierce and a bit scabby, and he didn’t much like having a new-fangled brain and he certainly didn’t like talking to a cat. He’d been quite old when the rats had Changed, as they called it, and he said he was too old to change. He left talking-to-Maurice to Dangerous Beans, who’d been born just after the Change. And that little rat was clever. Incredibly clever. Too clever. Maurice needed all his tricks when he was dealing with Dangerous Beans. 'It’s amazing, the stuff I know,’ said Maurice, blinking slowly at him. 'Anyway, it’s a nice-looking town. Looks rich to me. Now, what we’ll do is-’

'Ahem…’ Maurice hated that sound. If there was a sound worse than Dangerous Beans asking one of his odd little questions, it was Peaches clearing her throat. It meant she was going to say something, very quietly, which was going to upset him.

'Yes?’ he said sharply.

'Do we really need to keep on doing this?’ she said.

'Well, of course, no,’ said Maurice. 'I don’t have to be here at all. I’m a cat, right? A cat with my talents? Hah! I could’ve got myself a really cushy job with a conjurer. Or a ventrilosqwist, maybe. There’s no end to the things I could be doing, right, 'cos people like cats. But, owing to being incredibly, you know, stupid and kind-hearted, I decided to help a bunch of rodents who are, and let’s be frank here, not exactly number one favourites with humans. Now some of you,’ and here he cast a yellow eye towards Dangerous Beans, 'have some idea of going to some island somewhere and starting up a kind of rat civilization of your very own, which I think is very, you know, admirable, but for that you need… what did I tell you that you need?’'Money, Maurice,’ said Dangerous Beans, 'but-’'Money. That’s right, 'cos what can you get with money?’ He looked around at the rats. 'Begins with a B,’ he prompted.

'Boats, Maurice, but-’

'And then there’s all the tools you’ll need, and food, of course-’

'There’s coconuts,’ said the stupid-looking kid, who was polishing his flute.

'Oh, did someone speak?’ said Maurice. 'What do you know about it, kid?’

'You get coconuts,’ said the kid. 'On desert islands. A man selling them told me.’

'How?’ said Maurice. He wasn’t too sure about coconuts.

'I don’t know. You just get them.’

'Oh, I suppose they just grow on trees, do they?’ said Maurice sarcastically. 'Sheesh, I just don’t know what you lot would do without… anyone?’ He glared at the group. 'Begins with an M.’

'You, Maurice,’ said Dangerous Beans. 'But, you see, what we think is, really-’

'Yes?’ said Maurice,

'Ahem,’ said Peaches. Maurice groaned. 'What Dangerous Beans means,’ said the female rat, 'is that all this stealing grains and cheese and gnawing holes in walls is, well…’ She looked up into Maurice’s yellow eyes. 'Is not morally right.’

'But it’s what rats do!’ said Maurice. 'But we feel we shouldn’t,’ said Dangerous Beans. 'We should be making our own way in the world!’

'Oh dear oh dear oh dear,’ said Maurice, shaking his head. 'Ho for the island, eh? The Kingdom of the Rats! Not that I’m laughing at your dream,’ he added hastily. 'Everyone needs their little dreams.’ Maurice truly that, too. If you knew what it was that people really, really wanted, you very nearly controlled them. Sometimes he wondered what the stupid-looking kid wanted. Nothing, as far as Maurice could tell, but to be allowed to play his flute and be left alone. But… well, it was like that thing with the coconuts. Every so often the kid would come out with something that suggested he’d been listening all along. People like that are hard to steer. But cats are good at steering people. A miaow here, a purr there, a little gentle pressure with a claw… and Maurice had never had to think about it before. Cats didn’t have to think. They just had to know what they wanted. Humans had to do the thinking. That’s what they were for. Maurice thought about the good old days before his brain had started whizzing like a firework. He’d turn up at the door of the University kitchens and look sweet, and then the cooks would try to work out what he wanted. It was amazing! They’d say things like 'Does oo want a bowl of milk, den? Does oo want a biscuit? Does oo want dese nice scraps, den?’ And all Maurice would have to do was wait patiently until they got to a sound he recognized, like 'turkey legs’ or 'minced lamb’.

But he was sure he’d never eaten anything magical. There was no such thing as enchanted chicken giblets, was there? It was the rats who’d eaten the magical stuff. The dump they called 'home’ and also called 'lunch’ was round the back of the University, and it was a university for wizards, after all. The old Maurice hadn’t paid much attention to people who weren’t holding bowls, but he was aware that the big men in pointy hats made strange things happen. And now he knew what happened to the stuff they used, too. It got tossed over the wall when they’d finished with it. All the old worn-out spell-books and the stubs of the dribbly candles and the remains of the green bubbly stuff in the cauldrons all ended up on the big dump, along with the tin cans and old boxes and the kitchen waste. Oh, the wizards had put up signs saying 'Dangerous’ and 'Toxic’, but the rats hadn’t been able to read in those days and they liked dribbly candle ends. Maurice had never eaten anything off the dump. A good motto in life, he’d reckoned, was: don’t eat anything that glows. But he’d become intelligent, too, at about the same time as the rats. It was a mystery.

Since then he’d done what cats always did. He steered people. Now some of the rats counted as people too, of course. But people were people, even if they had four legs and had called themselves names like Dangerous Beans, which is the kind of name you give yourself if you learn to read before you understand what all the words actually mean, and read the notices and the labels off the old rusty cans and give yourself names you like the sound of.

The trouble with thinking was that, once you started, you went on doing it. And as far as Maurice was concerned, the rats were thinking a good deal too much. Dangerous Beans was bad enough, but he was so busy thinking stupid thoughts about how rats could actually build their own country somewhere that Maurice could deal with him. It was Peaches who was the worst. Maurice’s usual trick of just talking fast until people got confused didn’t work on her at all.

'Ahem,’ she began again, 'we think that this should be the last time.’ Maurice stared. The other rats backed away slightly, but Peaches just stared back.

'I… Dangerous Beans, sir, believes that we should be thinking of settling down, sir,’ said Peaches. Maurice scowled. Hamnpork wouldn’t listen to Peaches, and she knew it, but Dangerous Beans was the nearest thing the rats had to a wizard and even big rats listened to him.

'This must be the very last time we do the silly “plague of rats” trick,’ said Peaches. 'And that’s final.’

'And what does Hamnpork think about this?’ said Maurice. He turned to the head rat, who had been watching them. It was always a good idea appealing to Hamnpork when Peaches was giving trouble, because he didn’t like her very much.

'What d'you mean, think?’ said Hamnpork.

'I… sir, I think we should stop doing this trick,’ said Peaches, dipping her head nervously.

'Oh, you think too, do you?’ said Hamnpork. 'Everyone’s thinking these days. I think there’s a good deal too much of this thinking, that’s what I think. We never thought about thinking when I was a lad. We’d never get anything done if we thought first.’ He gave Maurice a glare, too. Hamnpork didn’t like Maurice. He didn’t like most things that had happened since the Change. In fact Maurice wondered how long Hamnpork was going to last as leader. He didn’t like thinking. He belonged to the days when a rat leader just had to be big and stroppy. The world was moving far too fast for him now, which made him angry. He wasn’t so much leading now as being pushed.

'I thought we were going to get on a boat and find an island somewhere,’ said Hamnpork. 'Very ratty places, boats,’ he added, approvingly. Then he went on, with a slightly nervous and slightly annoyed look at Dangerous Beans, 'And people tell me that we need this money stuff because now we can do all this thinking we’ve got to be eff… efit…’

'Ethical, sir,’ said Dangerous Beans.

'Which sounds unratty to me. Not that my opinion counts for anything, it seems,’ said Hamnpork.

'We’ve got enough money, sir,’ said Peaches. 'We’ve already got a lot of money. We have got a lot of money, haven’t we, Maurice.’ It wasn’t a question; it was a kind of accusation.

'Well, when you say a lot-’ Maurice began.

'And in fact we’ve got more money than we thought,’ said Peaches, still in the same tone of voice. It was very polite, but it just kept going and it asked all the wrong questions. A wrong question for Maurice was one that he didn’t want anyone to ask. Peaches gave her little cough again. 'The reason I say we’ve got more money, Maurice, is that you said what were called “gold coins” were shiny like the moon and “silver coins” were shiny like the sun, and you’d keep all the silver coins. In fact, Maurice, that’s the wrong way around. It’s the silver coins that are shiny like the moon.'

Maurice thought a rude word in cat language, which has a great many of them. What was the point of education, he thought, if people went out afterwards and used it?

'So we think, sir,’ said Dangerous Beans to Hamnpork, 'that after this one last time we should share out the money and go our separate ways. Besides, it’s getting dangerous to keep repeating the same trick. We should stop before it’s too late. There’s a river here. We should be able to get to the sea.’

'An island with no humans or krllrrt cats would be a good place,’ said Hamnpork. Maurice didn’t let his smile fade, even though he knew what krllrrt meant.

'And we wouldn’t want to keep Maurice from his wonderful new job with the conjurer,’ said Peaches.

Maurice’s eyes narrowed. For a moment he came close to breaking his iron rule of not eating anyone that could talk. 'What about you, kid?’ he said, looking up at the stupid-looking kid.

'I don’t mind,’ said the kid.

'Don’t mind what?’ said Maurice.

'Don’t mind anything, really,’ said the kid. 'Just so long as no-one stops me playing.’

'But you’ve got to think of the future!’ said Maurice.

'I am,’ said the kid. 'I want to go on playing my music in the future. It doesn’t cost anything to play. But maybe the rats are right. We’ve had a couple of narrow squeaks, Maurice.'

Maurice gave the kid a sharp look to see if he was making a joke, but the kid had never done that kind of thing before. He gave up. Well, not exactly gave up. Maurice hadn’t got where he was by giving up on problems. He just put them to one side. After all, something always turned up.

'OK, fine,’ he said. 'We’ll do it one more time and split the money three ways. Fine. Not a problem. But if this is going to be the last time, let’s make it one to remember, eh?’ He grinned. The rats, being rats, were not keen on seeing a grinning cat, but they understood that a difficult decision had been made. They breathed tiny sighs of relief. 'Are you happy with that, kid?’ said Maurice.

'I can go on playing my flute afterwards?’ said the kid.

'Absolutely.’

'OK,’ said the kid. The money, shiny like the sun and shiny like the moon, was solemnly put back in its bag. The rats dragged the bag under the bushes and buried it. No-one could bury money like rats, and it didn’t pay to take too much into towns. Then there was the horse. It was a valuable horse, and Maurice was very, very sorry to turn it loose. But, as Peaches pointed out, it was a highwayman’s horse, with a very ornate saddle and bridle. Trying to sell it here could be dangerous. People would talk. It might attract the attention of the government. This was no time to have the Watch on their tails. Maurice walked to the edge of the rock and looked down at the town, which was waking up under the sunrise.

'Let’s make this the big one, then, eh?’ he said, as rats came back. 'I want to see maximum squeaking and making faces at people and widdling on stuff, OK?’

'We think that widdling on stuff is not really-’ Dangerous Beans began, but 'Ahem,’ said Peaches, and so Dangerous Beans went on: 'Oh, I suppose, if it’s the last time…’

'I’ve widdled on everything since I was out of the nest,’ said Hamnpork. 'Now they tell me it’s not right. If that’s what thinking means, I’m glad I don’t do any.’

'Let’s leave 'em amazed,’ said Maurice. 'Rats? They think they’ve seen rats in that town? After they’ve seen us, they’ll be making up stories!’

The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents Explanation

This was my favorite Terry Pratchett book for the longest time, because it was the first one I read. It gets so crazy and introspective and goofy, you get pulled in. I chose to do the first chapter because it will set the scene a bit.

When I first read this, I was on a plane to Maui, Hawai’i, with only three books. There was no in-flight movies because it was an inside-the-country flight and it was 2010. I read this book five times between then and the flight back, but I did not get tired of it. So I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did if you do decide to check out the book once you’re a bit older. But please, also remember to check out Nation!

Mr. Bunnsy is a pretend book that influences the characters a lot in the book. It’s like a over-simplified Beatrix Potter book.

Logo: I copied it off of the original book cover. I had a different edition, but it didn’t look as interesting or colorful.

First picture, the Kid (his name is Keith) and Maurice are practicing reading. I tried to make Keith look like a kid from Oliver Twist, but then I forgot halfway through and now he has sneakers.

For the second picture, I spent WAY too much time trying to figure out the luggage. And I think it shows.

Third picture, I meant to make the highwayman look older, but I forgot because I was too busy trying to figure out where I could put rats to indicate that there were rats in his pants that wouldn’t look weird.

The rat in the hat is named Sardines and he is a mastermind. He can do anything, including tying shoelaces together in seconds with two little paws. For some reason I always imagine him with a Dick Van Dyke voice from Mary Poppins (he played Bert. I’m not sure you remember me telling you that story). It’s probably the hat. I nearly forgot the goblin for this one, so that’s why she looks a bit different.

Maurice looks really small in the sixth picture because drawing to scale is not my strongest point. But I think Keith turned out okay lol.

Maurice and Dangerous Beans have an interesting relationship later in the book, so I tried to convey Maurice’s weird belief in the little rat.

I really enjoyed drawing the slight reference to where the rats’ powers came from. It’s kind of ominous. The rats lived behind a wizard university, and in the books older wizards are just kind of dumb scholars who do experiments the way kids do - no scientific method, just slapping magic things together and seeing if they go kaboom!

The little map thing was my way of portraying a bit of a tense scene. I was going to draw everyone being uncomfortable, but I realized this was cuter and drew it instead.

Maurice loves bossing people around so I had to draw him doing that for the last picture. Probably shouldn’t have added in that shovel when it says that the rats buried the hole, but oh well - this is a comedy.

Anyways, I hope I managed to honor Pratchett’s vision with this. RIP, my guy. He is one of my biggest inspirations.

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old drawings i decided to post bc why nott!!

włatcy móch <33

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2, 3, 9, 10, 19, 20 for the fic writer asks please?

Thank you!

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

Oh, all the time. Often as a comfort thing, because I usually really like the tropes I use in fics.

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Probably "Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)" (my slice of life comfort fic with big city Dentist Nyssa meeting surfer lady Tegan in a small Cornish town).

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

Normally, I try to write at least 400 words a day (like Terry Pratchett did) but I haven't been able to do much lately as I'm currently moving in my first house. However; I did write this evening! Here's a quick snippet (it's literally my first draft of this fic so it might not end up in the final fic)

‘I’m sorry, it is rather funny,’ Jo said, giggling. ‘I’m certain Benton won’t say a word to anyone. Although -given where your hands were going when we were dancing last night-’ ‘You little minx!’ Jo let out a happy squeal as Liz turned over and wrapped her arms around the younger woman, pressing kisses to her neck.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Soooo many. When I was still writing for The Old Fandom, I had someone comment on a smut collection to slut-shame a female character and to say that they were apparently grossed out by another character appearing.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Oh, you guys are making me give out little teasers for fics! Love it! Here's a snippet from the chapter-in-progress for my Highwayman!AU; hope you like it!

With a sudden shock, Tegan realised that she was now straddling the phantom’s waist. The highwayman’s cloak had ballooned out behind them, and was now acting the part of a large blanket, protecting both of them from the we and muddy grass. The buttons of their shirt beginning to gap, and their legs squirmed slightly underneath Tegan. A strand of curly brown hair escaped from under their hat, trailing down over the mask that covered their eyes. As Tegan’s brown eyes met the grey-green orbs below her, she was suddenly aware that, up close, the phantom didn’t look like a man at all. In fact, with the way their chest was heaving in and out, and their face flushed a delicate pink colour, they almost looked like a- Tegan’s face flushed. ‘S-sorry!’ Tegan exclaimed, feeling her heart pounding against her chest. She was suddenly aware of her own thighs pressing into the legs of the phantom, and she made to stand up.

You guys are in for a treat with this next chapter; my apologies for the delay, it is almost nearing completion.

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

"Murder On The Dancefloor" is one of my favourites, but I also like "Rivers In The Light" and "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow"; all of which are from songs I love (by Sophie Ellis-Bexter, Tide Lines and The Shirelles, respectively).

Thanks for the asks, mate!

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I am officially back with some big surprise for you guys

I have came up with the perfect comic cover ideas for the upcoming Mighty Solars fanfic stories coming soon, except one is done which is Taken Away from Me, something you guys might find being enjoyable to do someday:

So here are the Solar Opposites: Mighty Solars comic ideas:

Issue #1- “A Mighty Solar”: On the top, it shows five shaded silhouettes of the five Mighty Solars Qausarblast, Mighton, Vil-Gil-An-T, Fung-irl and the Mighty Pupa while the bottom shows Korvo courageously getting out his lethal force sword while being a foggy setting with clouds surrounding him.

Issue #2- “Quasarblast Rises”: Korvo transforming into Qausarblast for the first time with a serious look on his face while the background shows lecture light aquamarine lightening sparks.

Issue #3- “Nice to Do Things as a Family”: Korvo as Qausarblast coming home tiredly with groceries in his hands while Terry was looking at him confused, Yumyulack and Jesse were playing laser tag, Pupa was playing with his baby toys and Phoebe was vacuuming the floor while she is humming lovely tune.

Issue #4- “Fighting for Family”: Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa cheering for Qausarblast fighting a bad guy on the news on TV with Phoebe also watching the news, smiling.

Issue #5- “Alien’s Night Out”: Located at a block party with Korvo blushing while looking at Terry enjoying the party with a pair of red eyes looking at them far away.

Issue #6- “Nightmare Part. 1”: Qausarblast looking around curiously in a dark foggy giant spider webbed area.

Issue #7- “Nightmare Part. 2”: Terry gooblering and whimpering in his sleep since he is having a nightmare as the bedroom becomes foggy and it shows the shadow of Platinum Belt looming and watching over him evilly above the wall.

Issue #8- “Love, Loss and Double Cross Part. 1”: Terry puts his hands on his head and screams in pain, while a giant version of Sarah possessed by Platinum Belt is shown above trying to control his mind.

Issue #9- “Love, Loss and Double across Part. 2”: Qausarblast crying over Terry as he holds his mind-raped husband as Terry’s eyes are still open and glowing white while Platinum Sarah prepares to attack from behind to attack him. Inspired by this: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/powerrangers/images/d/d9/MMPR_Issue_26_Final_Cover.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180412102509

Issue #10- “Mighton’s Requiem”: Terry painfully transforms into Mighton for the first time as he screams in fury, but it’s not monstrous. Just normal superhero transformation. Inspired by this: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/sonic/images/2/21/StH_265_Cover.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20190727210042

Issue #11- “My Hero”: Qausarblast and Mighton staring lovingly and smiling at each other in this My Chemical Romance-style cover, inspired by this:  https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Cheers_for_Sweet_Revenge#/media/File:Three_Cheers_for_Sweet_Revenge.png

Issue #12- “Trouble in the City”: Qausarblast and Mighton looking around the city for any trouble in sight, while green slime is oozing from their mouths and their bellies swelling up.

 Issue #13- “Knothole Fury”: The Solar Opposites and Phoebe, while wearing their pajamas, looking worriedly at a giant fortress with a giant fence over it.

Issue #14- “Fight Night”: Yumyulack, with a black eye, walking through the lockers as his normal grumpy self with torn up posters of a resistance that is falling apart is shown.

Issue #15- “Pride Goes Before the- AAAAAHHHHHH”: Yumyulack screaming as his eyes started to shoot laser beams out of it for the first time as Jesse and the school kids watch in fear.

Issue #16- “Losing Yumyulack”: Yumyulack, wearing a backpack full of his favorite things for a bounty hunter himself, is tearfully looking back at his family’s house while Qausarblast and Mighton watch from up on the house roof, worriedly.

Issue #17- “End of the Dance Line”: Yumyulack as Vil-Gil-An-T watching Mark, from outside far of the window, lovingly.

Issue #18- “Hunt Off”: Qausarblast, Mighton and Vil-Gil-An-T hiding from behind the cough as the female bounty hunter villain starts looking for him.

Issue #19- “Darkness Falls”: The nine possessed monsters as shadows watching over Earth-4 as the bottom shows Jesse walking with Monica while laughing with her like besties do.

Issue #20- “Cheer Up Jesse”: Jesse crying on her bed with her family and Phoebe comforting her as the background shows fungus flowers growing on Jesse’s bed stool.

Issue #21- “Just Have a Little Fung-Irl”: Jesse transforms into Fung-irl for the first time as she soars happily while growing a fungus from her hand.

Issue #22- “Who’s That Girl”: Jesse hiding from behind the school door which shows a teenage villainess mind controlling Monica and the rest of their classmates as her pink eye glowing zombies.

Issue #23- “Little Pupa Lost”: The Solar Opposites desperately looking for Pupa. The expressions on the family shows Korvo hugging Terry in worriedness while Terry is crying, Yumyulack is desperately putting up “Missing Pupa” posters and Jesse keeps calling out for the Pupa tearfully.

Issue #24- “The Mighty Pupa”: The Mighty Solars hugging the Mighty Pupa in joy.

Issue #25- “The Misadventures of Pupa”- The Mighty Pupa standing up to a candy-themed villain holding Sherbert hostage.

Issue #26- “That’s A Kid Thing”: Qausarblast and Mighton tied up and gagged at the upper shaded part while the bottom shows Vil-Gil-An-T, Fung-irl and Mighty Pupa ready for action.

Issue #27- “Rock Fraud”: A rock n roll villain taking Mighton’s voice away with a voice sucker.

Issue #28- “A Horrifying and Fucked Up Betrayal”: Phoebe enraged by Brea’s betrayal after she knock out Korvo and Terry on the floor.

Issue #29- “Starburst Rises' ': Phoebe turning into Staburst for the first time while doing a Wonder Woman stand.

Issue #30- “Fantasies Are Just Fiction”: A young woman and robot looking at a crystal ball that shows an image of Qausarblast sleeping in a meadow full of flowers and grass.

Issue #31- “Aliens vs. Robots”: Yumyulack and Jesse exchanging nervous awkward looks at each other after the robot beats up some schoolmates of theirs while Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie hid behind them.

Issue #32- “Taken Away from Me”: Already Done

Issue #33- “Lifeline”: Monica transforming into Lightspeed as she uses her super speed while the citizens watches her in confusion

Issue #34- “Creature of the Dark Water”: Nova getting taken by a monstrous scaly black blue hand into the dark indigo river at a dark swamp as she screams in terror while Korvo. Terry and Phoebe with Cherie, who is holding Pezlie in her arms, and Montez watches in horror from behind the trees.

I hope you guys love these comic cover ideas, you guys can choose each one that you want, except for Issue #32 which has already been done by someone. But, please take your time because I know how much some of you guys have college and other stuff to work on, and I want to be mindful. Like I say, it’s free to make these covers! But I want to be mindful and wait for that to happen, because I want to you guys to continue your works too. So, please let me know when you have gotten started on a comic cover, and if you enjoyed it. I am so glad to be back with you guys! I love you all so much! 💕 so let me know when you have gotten started on a comic cover idea that you like from there. Love ya! Solar Opposite for life! 🩵🧡💜🩷💚

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How about some Cam/Shane headcanons?

Also for @estel-eruantien @mo-ok @skyland2703

Cam/Shane

🌪☀️Power Wise☀️🌪

-Headcanon wise I picture Cam having the element of Heat in broad sense. Basically he's a resourceful individual who tries to get the job done and being descended from some pretty strong individual I could see this as his powers. With heat it could be associated with warmth, life, solar aspects etc within the universe or even spiritually.

-On some occasions when alone with Shane he'd create miniature sun's around them just for the scenery, sometimes it would get out of hand with Shane tried to use them as dodgeballs against Dustin and Blake.

-Shane's learned to levitate and despite this he actually has a bit of a fear of heights. Bringing Cam around can aid with overcoming this.

-fusing their powers together they can make a rainbow effect with light that can burn literally anything or even affects the weather.

-Due to the their abilities mixing they had to stay away from some of the water oriented areas in the academy as evaporation kept angering said students, including Tori who nearly tried to drown Shane on one occasion.

✏️Headcanon wise✏️

-Cam has come to terms with himself being gay, the academy is very accepting but when feelings developed for Shane he saw how his skater friends were and felt a bit self conscious.

-Shane pretty much sees himself as pansexual, free as the wind and really aligns with anything. He won't mind telling someone off if they decide to be an asshole.

-Cam has...a small thing with wearing Shane's clothes. He likes how big they are on him but also Cyber Cam has influenced him a bit with experimenting in fashion, Blake like the eccentric dude he is got Cam a black sleevless turtleneck which Cam wears under his uniform for flexibility. That with the fingerless arm sleeves is a huge turn on for Shane, especially in civilian fights when Cam decides to get serious in the gear to fight off enemies.

-Cam's never done any extreme hobbies so Cyber Cam helped him get into skateboarding to impress Shane. He fell on his knees making a scene by accident and scraped his leg, Shane decided to help him out and the practice sessions tuned into dates.

-Family wise from his mother's side Cam was brought in a few times after getting the Samurai Amulet and constantly had to tend to duties or keep up a political image to please them. This really made him feel inferior in some ways as Cam thought he wasn't living up to his mother's legacy, one of the uncles on that side of family said something regarding his mother's worth and how Cam was probably the biggest failure to them, this caused Shane and Kanoi on a visit to get into a screaming match with the dude and the red ranger punched Cam's uncle. He was banned from the estate but Cam appreciated the sentiment.

-Not being able to do ninja activities really messed with Cam's self esteem. This has been a lasting effect in his life as he feels useless at times, Shane being the leader and his boyfriend comforts the green ranger when he cries alone at Ninja Ops.

-Despite some of Miko's family, like his mother not everyone thinks the same as Cam has two cousins on his father's side, Terry and Mia Watanabe who he reached out to. The siblings are pretty amazing, Both Mia and Shane have slight competitions on their air related abilities. Terry with the help of his guitar aided Cam in a birthday celebration where he played the Lightning Riff Blaster shamisen for Shane.

-Shane enjoys taking Cam out to the city whenever he can so they can try new food, despite Cam's willingness to whip up something at the base he has to admit some of the desserts Blue Bay Harbor has to offer taste delicious.

-being the sort of second mentor Cam has a few moments of burn out and in their private time he asks Shane to take control. Red is always willing to help out in anyway possible and finds it's cute how Cam can surrender to him.

-Shane finds it funny how Cam is a bit shorter than him, literally he's like an angry cat. Sometimes Cam purrs in his sleep and curls up next to the red ranger, plenty of him to go around.

-Cam is a bit sensitive to loud noises, this might be a side effect to his creation element and perceiving all type applications of the aspect from explosions subatomically etc. Shane took a course on vibration techniques to make their rooms less sound reflective in a sense just to help Cam with such issues...it was a year long course but literally Cam cried when the red ranger revealed this to him, probably the sweetest thing someone's ever done for him.

-Marah and Kapri constantly threaten to hurt Shane if he ever betrays him, of course he'd never do such a thing but Cam literally is always seen as a little brother in their eyes.

-during Watanabe family dinners where Cam brings Shane to the estate the red ranger has to endure the craziness of Marah, Kapri and Kanoi as something always starts up to the point of food getting all over the place. In a scenario where Lothor turned good it just gets even more hectic and Cam just takes Shane upstairs to avoid the nonsense.

-Shane's odd responsibility comes from being raised mainly with his own brother. Their parents aren't really in the picture so both had to step up together, he's pretty selfless but Cam has to remind him not to get ahead of himself.

-During a huge battle Shane got a scar on his chest and awakening a great amount of his powers Cam brought him back from near death. The scar has since been healed and even cemented there relationship a bit more.

✨🪷Fluff and etc🪷✨

-Cam enjoys being carried on Shane's back when he's tired.

-Miko visited Shane in a dream and actually got to know the person that her son's been infatuated with. She sometimes wonders if forbidding him from doing ninja arts was a mistake but in the end It warms her heart that Cam at least is following his heart.

-Miko's family has two legendary rings made from the crystals of a comet, she left a little riddle for Shane and he went out to find them. They were originally used for weddings but were lost to time until she told him, they can change to the respective colors of the wearer's loved one and Shane plans one day to share them with Cam.

-Cam has a thing for praise and compliments, Shane picked up on this during one night of intimacy and it's been a big staple within some of their activities..

-Shane kinda has a thing restricting his own arms, sometimes Cam will be on top to take slight control. They enjoy the switch up every now and then, whereas Cam doesn't like to admit it but being overpowered by the red ranger and giving in really gets him going.

-Biting has also cemented a placement within their interests but things got carried away once Hunter noticed markings on the two during training.(he may have fibbed to Dustin)

-sometimes before sleeping the two will end up talking for an hour, one night Shane brought a bucket of ice cream to eat during their chats and now in the corner of the room there's a little fridge containing frozen desserts for their conversations.

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New Fiction Podcasts - 8th February

Vennix the Mighty Audio Drama Vennix the Mighty is a hilarious and heartwarming podcast about an obnoxious demi-god and his ditzy priestess. It's a must-listen for fans of Hello from the Magic Tavern, Terry Pratchett, and the odd fart joke. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231124-05 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2274972.rss

v12 : de la FIN le DEBUT Audio Drama 12 personnes enfermées dans 1 Dôme pendant 12 mois pour répondre chaque mois aux questions d'un gouvernement d'urgence afin de sauver l'humanité face à 12 évolutions d'un Virus (V12). Mais... Est ce vrai? Une histoire interactive qui varie selon vos choix. En parallèle, suivez les lives et discussions sur les vécus! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240131-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f0bb55a8/podcast/rss

Artemis Ghost Audio Drama An amateur, dysfunctional team steals the score of a lifetime; a teleportation device. Except what they believed to be mechanical turned out to be biological instead. What are they to do with this unexpected addition to their crew? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240201-01 RSS: https://feeds.castos.com/r34j9

Retrograde Audio Drama Three years ago the world ended in The Pop, an event where creatures from another world arrived seemingly overnight. Following the end of the end of the world Morgan and Kit, two losers are surviving through the apocalypse through wit and sheer luck. That is until they meet an unlikely third companion with unknown intentions. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240202-01 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2177054.rss

Flame & Fiction Audio Drama Whether you’re seeking a moment of escape, a touch of nostalgia, or simply a comforting companion for your day, Flame & Fiction aims to be that refuge where stories come to life and where the timeless tradition of sharing narratives around a fire finds its place in the digital age. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240201-02 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2295142.rss

The Parallel-O-Verse Audio Drama A self-taught inventor uses her quantum radio to listen in to alternate worlds. Tune in each month for strange and fantastic tales from parallel universes. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240202-02 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f1965a04/podcast/rss

Undefined depths Audio RPG A group of good friends join together to play Delta Green and laugh in the face of cosmic horror. Or scream into the void. It's anyone's guess which will happen. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240201-03 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/undefineddepths/

Nuggets: The Audio Drama Audio Drama Nuggets is a series of small audio dramas designed to pack a big punch, as the show tagline says, "big truths in small doses." https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240131-04 RSS: https://feeds.transistor.fm/nuggets-the-audio-drama

Endwatch: A Shadowrun Actual Play Audio RPG Shadowrunners. Thriving in the margins, doing the jobs no one else can. While the Corporations run the world, Shadowrunner live on the edge, and for this team of ‘runners getting back together after a long hiatus, that edge has never been sharper. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240131-05 RSS: https://feeds.castos.com/qoovn

The Pride Of Kyro Audio Drama Led by the rich and powerful Kyro Carter, the Carter family was destined to take over the world. Kyro’s family owns an oil company, making every generation of Carters wealthy before they are even born. However, Kyro didn’t just hand spoon the fortune over to his children. Each of his five kids had to earn a piece of the family wealth by becoming productive citizens first. The plot thickens as the family’s personal lives become even more publicized when Kyro announces his candidacy for city council. It soon comes to light that Kyro’s candidacy is for his own personal gain, as family secrets start falling out the closet. The Carter children become trapped in Kyro’s web of deceit as they find out Kyro isn’t so perfect himself. Filled with suspense, drama, and passion, The Pride of Kyro is sure to entertain. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240203-01 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/the-pride-of-kyro/

Here Lies Withered Lilies Audio Drama follow the story of our protagonist as they find a way to survive in a zombie Apocalypse. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240202-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f1a8dabc/podcast/rss

Journeys in the Dark Audio Drama Hunger is humanity’s constant companion. Cannibalism has blurred the line defining what is a human and what is a monster. And of course, the evil that brought the world tumbling down to its current state –the monsters from another realm– still stalk the land. Baulder and Hod are survivors. They live from day to day, chasing food and running from the perils of their world. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240206-01 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/JourneysInTheDark/feed.xml

Keeping the Bones Audio Drama We reimagine and remix classic weird tales into found-footage stories set today. Drawing our inspiration from the likes of H.P. Lovecraft, M.R. James, and Algernon Blackwood, we shape these old tales into something that might just have really happened in our current world. Come on in, we've been expecting you. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240206-02 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/keeping-the-bones/

Mango: Dead Serious Audio Drama Mango: Dead Serious is an independently produced feature-length podcast movie custom made for your earholes. After saving virologist Dr. Charlotte Fox from a vicious attack in the mountains outside Los Angeles, a mine dwelling recluse named Mango learns a virus has swept the globe causing a worldwide zombie outbreak. In order to continue her work on the virus vaccine, Dr. Fox must find her uncle whose last known whereabouts were 100 miles away in Joshua Tree. Mango, Dr. Fox and Mango’s dog Kismet embark on a dangerous mission to find Dr. Fox’s uncle, complete the vaccine and save the world from a zombie apocalypse. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240205-01 RSS: https://feeds.libsyn.com/508998/rss

Who's Taking Watch Audio RPG A D&D 5e actual play show where we improvise stories in our favourite worlds of fiction! Join us in our first arc, The Dragon's Might, set in the world of Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240207-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/65bc17c0352c8700161fd698