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daddyfroglegs · 10 months ago

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Prove It: Part 3

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

a/n: once again, tysm for reading!! part four should be out later today. likes and reblogs are always appreciated <33

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His eyebrows furrow in confusion at the sound of his own voice on the other side of the screen. "Me?" He grunts, coming to the sudden realization of what this means.

"Lyla, get me in there." He keeps his eyes on the screen as he speaks. Lyla appears on his shoulder with an unsure expression.

"You sure-"

"Lyla. Open a portal. Now." He cuts her off, clenching his jaw as he watches himself circle you. "Okay, on it. Jeez." She sighs, glitching out to prepare the portal. After too many moments of silence, Miguel begins to lose his patience.

"LYLA!" He raises his voice, and the hologram appears again.

"I'm trying!" A red error message appears over and over as she presses buttons on her tablet. "Unable to access, I need to try something else."

"She doesn't have time for that! I need to be there now!" Miguel grunts, making Lyla roll her eyes and glare at him.

"The more you yell at me, the longer this takes. Keep watch on her, I'll open the portal as soon as I can." She gets back to work, troubleshooting and trying to find a solution while Miguel is forced to sit back and watch you be taunted by himself.

Miguel walks around you, tutting at the sorry state you're in. "I had a lot of faith in you, y'know, sending you out here alone. Everyone told me I'd regret it, that you'd get yourself killed, but you just had to prove yourself. Look where that got you." You wince as his foot makes contact with your bruised rib. "What did you think would happen once you 'proved yourself?' Huh? Did you think you'd have more than two friends for once, one of which is dead, which is just sad. Did you..think you'd have enough self worth to not be a doormat to everyone? Or, let's see, did you maybe think I'd finally notice how disgustingly in love you are with me?" He stops, kneeling to where you are on the ground just when you lift your head to look at him with a look that can only be described as confusion mixed with horror.

"W-What..? How did.." He chuckles as you stumble over your words.

"Oh, please. You think I don't see the way you look at me? It's pathetic, really, just like everything else about you. The fact you really think I'd pick you of all people." He scoffs, and you shake your head as tears roll down your cheeks.

"I-I didn't-" He cuts you off with a hand on your throat, making you splutter and choke, pleading silently with your eyes.

"No. No more talking. You've said more than enough." He squeezes tighter, panic running through you as your airways close up. You swat at his hand, clawing as you wheeze and struggle to breathe. "If your little crush wasn't bad enough, your work here just blew it. You're off the team." He snatches the gizmo off your wrist, and your body fills with fear and realization. Miguel knows how dangerous leaving someone in an alternate dimension is. He's seen the consequences first hand. Even if he really hated you as much as he seems to right now, he would never…

"It's you!" You croak, immediately regretting your decision to speak as he squeezes tighter with a grin.

"Maybe you're not as dumb as I thought. Well, too bad." Just as he squeezes, almost as if he's trying to make a fist around your neck, and you feel your eyes roll back into your head and a ringing in your ears, the pressure on your neck is ripped away and your lungs burn as you choke and gasp for air. You pant, grabbing your neck as a subconscious way to protect it.

You lift your head when you hear snarling and growling, squinting to see two men clawing at each other like rabid animals. One grunts your name, telling you to run. Your dazed mind sends alarm bells throughout the rest of your body and you push yourself off the ground with much effort, grabbing onto the pillar for support. Just as you manage to stand and stumble, it feels as though every fiber and cell in your body is being rearranged, ripped apart and haphazardly placed together again. You find yourself on the ground again, your body somehow in more pain than it was a few seconds ago. You hear screaming and realize it's coming from your own mouth, every part of your body feeling like it's been lit on fire from the deepest parts of hell.

Your screams catch Miguel's attention and he looks over in horror to see your body crumpling on the ground, reduced to colorful pixels before returning to normal again. Glitching. You're glitching. His focus momentarily returns to the alternate version of himself to deliver a punch hard enough to knock it unconscious. He webs the anomaly to the ground before hurrying over to where you're squirming on the ground, sobbing and screaming to the point your voice is hoarse, practically nonexistent. He kneels down beside you, scooping you up into his arms.

"Hey, hey, hermosa, look at me. Look at me, yeah? Where's your gizmo? You're glitching, we can't have that, do you know where it went?" He brushes the hair out of your face, brushing it behind your ear and turning your head to get you to look at him. You're still understandably hysterical, crying out and unable to catch your breath.

"Yo-you took...you took it!" You croak, sobbing and struggling to get out of his hold on you. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern and he grips the sides of your face.

"Shh, hold on, hold on, I took it? What do you mean?" He tries to meet your eyes, but you won't listen, too overwhelmed by the excruciating pain coursing through you.

"You took it from me!" You shout, shoving his hands away from your face and trying to escape. "Why are you doing this? Get off of me!" You choke on a sob, tears rolling down your cheeks in an ongoing stream.

Miguel processes your words, and realizes your watch being stolen is yet another form of torture the anamoly used on you. "That wasn't me, you know I wouldn't do that, right?" He tries to reassure you, but you shake your head, refusing to hear him out.

"I don't know anymore!" You don't know what to believe, unable to defer what's real and what's not, unable to know whether or not the man holding you is really him or a bloodthirsty creature wearing his face, unable to tell if that same man actually hates your guts or not. "I don't-I don't know!" You sob before feeling that indescribable pain again, the feeling ringing throughout your entire being and leaving you feeling like you just ran into an electrical fence. You fight it, squirming and shifting to get any kind of relief from this never ending suffering.

Miguel feels his heart begin to break as he watches you glitch again in his arms, a sinking feeling of deja vu haunting him. A scene he's watched before, the one person he cares about in so much pain and suffering, and he can't do anything but watch. But something's different this time. This time, the scene doesn't end with a cry for help and him standing alone. It's you. You're still here, in his arms. You're still fighting. Why are you still fighting him?

He tries to regain his grip on you, but you kick and scream, doing just about anything in your power to get away from him. "Dulce chica, stop, stop it. It's me, I promise. I'm real. It's okay, you're gonna be okay. You don't have to keep fighting." His words make you pause before you start shifting again, restless but so, so tired. He hears you crying and runs his fingers through your hair, brushing it away so he can see your face. "What is it, mi corazón, what's wrong?"

"I just...I wanted to prove I was good enough. That's all I wanted. For you to look at me and not see someone who's weak, I wanted to feel like I earned my spot. But I failed, at all of it. I am weak. I'm such a joke, and everyone knows it. Especially you. Now I know why you didn't send me out on missions before. I'm not good enough." Your voice cracks and you bring your hands to your face to hide, wanting nothing more than to just disappear and feel sorry for yourself. Your pity party is interrupted by Miguel moving your hands away from your face, holding one in his while the other strokes your hair.

"No. That's not it. That's not it at all. I didn't send you out because I was scared of what would happen if I did. Not because I thought you weren't good enough, or strong enough, but the thought of losing you would tear me apart. I know you know what happened with Gabi, you're one of the few that does. I've done everything in my power to stop that happening to anyone else, because I couldn't stop it happening to her." His voice breaks and you reach a hand up to cup his cheek. He shakes his head, gathering himself. "I'm fine." He clears his throat before continuing. "I made a vow that day, that would never happen again. I've seen so many spiders walk through the halls of the society, but none have made me feel the way you do. I see her in you, the way you try to be friends with everyone, the stupid jokes you make, the passion to do better. To be better. I didn't want to send you out and risk losing that again, because the truth is I care about you. And I didn't want to admit that, because that would mean letting people in. But keeping that in has done so much more harm than good. I see that now. You don't need to earn your spot, you already have. You're so much stronger than you or anyone else gives you credit for." He looks down to see a stunned expression upon your face, tears stuck in your eyes.

"You care about me?" You whisper, making him chuckle and lean down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"That's all you got from that, huh? Yeah, I guess you could say that." A smile spreads across your lips and you reach your other hand up to cup his cheek.

"I care about you too, Mig. So much." His eyes watch your lips as they form around the words before wandering back up to your eyes.

"Yeah?" He gazes into your eyes, getting lost in their beauty. The tears pouring out of them make them shine and sparkle, the colors of your iris putting any museum painting to shame.

"Yeah." You watch as he leans in closer, and closer, and suddenly it's like nothing else matters. All you can see, smell, and feel is him. Your eyes flutter shut and you feel his lips land upon yours. The kiss is unrushed, sweet and full of passion as all of the feelings that were held at bay form a tidal wave. All the pain in your body numbs out and this time you can hardly feel it when your atoms rearrange and fall back into place in a display of colors and pixels. You don't scream or squirm, your body overcome with an exhaustion that pulls you in. Your eyelids feel so heavy and the sound of Miguel shouting your name and telling you to wake up is overpowered by the constant ringing in your ears.

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#miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv #atsv miguel #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #across the spider verse #miguel o hara #angst #kissing #finally!!!#drabble

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lazyrants · 11 months ago

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Remote Control (prod 121)

Original airdate: August 2, 2005

Story by Magnus Scheving

Written by Noah Zachary, Cole Louie, Magnus Scheving

Directed by Magnus Scheving, Raymond P. Le Gue

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Ronald Binion, Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Sarah Burgess

There was a time in history where this was my favourite episode of the show. It was also my mother's. No, I totally wasn't agreeing with her just because she is my mom, hehehe!!!! There was ALSO a time where I made a crappy YTP of this episode, but we will get into that latur (or never!!).

So, anyways, the episode begins with, whaddya know, a recycled cold open. This is the fourth time in Season 1 I've seen this cold open. Frankly it's just getting annoying. It's not even worth noting.

Stephanie runs into Milford's house telling him that she is gonna play football with her friends, and she is eating breakfast while Milford is talking about how he was so good at football, they called him Maddog Meanswell. Classic 'cooler-when-younger' trope in almost every show I've watched. Stephanie is drinking some orange juice (the new Badland Chugs??!!).

Then she exits so fast we barely see her. To practice, she throws a ball around and is running, and Robbie is watching her in disgust. Sportacus is of course, cartwheeling around town and sees her, to his excitement.

Just look at this dude. How can't you like him? So, Sportacus flippity flops over to her, and she asks if he can teach him to play football. And Robbie gasps and gags.. in a reused shot.. from the first ever episode they filmed of the show "Sports Day".. what is going on?

This. Is. Not. What. They. Meant. By. Recycling. Reusing. Or. Reducing. So, Stephanie goes to get Ziggy and Pixel. They run over to him, and Pixel trips over his shoelaces. And Stephanie.. is annoyed. "Oh, you just fell flat on your face? Don't care, blue kangaroo wants to play sports with us." What a kind soul!

Sportacus explains how to play and Pixel has to run for the touchdown. When they start the game, it's going well until Pixel trips AGAIN. So the ball flies and hits Robbie's spying thing and he falls over the railing. XD LOL ROFL!!!!

So, it seems that in the span of .. however long that was, Pixel totally disappeared and went home.. and he suddenly has a shoe-tying gadget. The guy has a HOARD of electronic devices. He could've just searched up a video on how to tie them with your hands. This is 2004. (And YouTube was made in 2005, but you get my point..)

Then he returns, telling them he had to go tie his shoes. They say he could have done that on the field, but he says he'd have to bring his Shoe Tier 6000. Dude, I don't think this is the 6000th shoe tier you've made.. So they all leave Sportacus (the jerks!) without telling him (the even bigger jerks) all alone. But I don't think he really cared.

Meanwhile, Robbie is in his lair, demonstrating how much useless sports there are, basketball, baseball, football, and he cracks his posterior and arm bones in the process. Robbie wishes there was a way to control Sportacus. 4SHADOEEENGGUHHH!!

Everyone is impressed by his gagdet until Stephanie speaks up and says that it'd be easier to just learn how to tie them. But it wouldn't. But, then again, you'd have to bring it everywhere if your shoes untied. So she has a point. Pixel says that he doesn't have to memorize it this way because he already has a machine that does it for him, then he brings up the RIDICULOUS, STUPID idea to make a machine that does everything for him.

Stephanie doesn't like the idea, but the one time Lover Boy doesn't listen to Stephanie JUST has to be this one. So they perform Gizmo Guy, a new, updated down- I mean UPgrade from Easy Way, which was rejected by Nickelodeon because of the word 'thingy'.. sometimes.. I just don't even know. I think it'd have been cool if Easy Way was in 117 and Gizmo Guy stayed in this episode, like they did with 'No one's Lazy' & 'Take a Vacation'. By the end of the song, Pixel has finished crafting the one and only Remote Controller 6000.

This time the Remote Controller 6000 can tie your shoes (oh, so solution, use the remote control because it's more lightweight!), untie your shoes, reverse, turn off all TVs, turn ON all TVs, freeze, do your homework, basically anything! Ziggy drops the lollipop on the floor, and Pixel rewinds it. They do the trick another time.. and Ziggy LICKS the lollipop the second time, because of the three second rule. MY GUY, THAT WAS NOT THREE SECONDS. Even Steph is disgusted.

But she kinda looks like a vampire in the above screenshot for some reason. So, Stephanie decides to go tell Sportacus the news of Pixel's invention.. then runs away because the remote control is gonna do her homework. But Sportacus is doing some practice and warmups. So the gang are hanging out, and the remote control does Stephanie's homework in 4 seconds. HOMEWORK IN FOUR SECONDS WOULD BE HEAVENLY.

For a while, Pixel is totally obsessed with his remote control, and he even plays football, baseball and basketball using it. But Stephanie and Ziggy get bored. In fact, Steph is so bored she starts checking her nails. You have to be the most bored person on the universe to do that unironically.

So, they get mad at Pixel, and they go away to do something like a real game until Ziggy starts yapping. AND PIXEL TURNS HIS VOLUME DOWN. THAT IS SUCH A CRAPPY THING TO DO, REMOTE CONTROL OR NOT. So, then Stephanie tells him to put his volume up, but then we see Ziggy angry moment (!!!!!!!!!!) about how you can't do that to people.

So once they try to leave, Pixel.. freezes Ziggy solid like a popsicle (in his own words). What a little french fry hair boy. This just makes me mad, personally if I was ice cream hair boy I wouldn't take that kind of disrespect.. but they are too mad to talk to Pixel, but another problem has arised - Robbie heard it and saw it all.

He has the idea to remote control Sportacus FOREVER!! Meanwhile, Pixel gets kinda bored and he throws away the remote control. Unfortunately, Robbie has been busting his butt off finding this thing, and it lands in a bin he's carrying after riding a skateboard on accident.

REEMOOOTEEE CONTROOOOLLL!!! XD, Stefan was hilarious. RIP. So, anyways, he dances of happiness, and then Milford walks into town. Robbie makes the skateboard go forward and Milford steps onto it.

Depending on what he crashes into, he could be injured seriously hard if Sportacus wasn't in town. So Robbie is a really devious man. But Sportacus is on the rescue and he gets him off by spinning the puppet around which looks funnier then it is. Sportacus stops the skateboard by doing an astonishing flip and landing on it.

After Sportacus makes sure that Milford is okay, Robbie realizes that the problem is Sportacus, so Robbie freezes him mid frontflip. Genuinely surprised that he managed to do that.

So, anyways, Milford is asking him if he's sleeping, and he whispers that he likes taking naps too. XD! But Robbie isn't amused and he freezes Milford too. So, Stephanie and Ziggy see the freeze victims and ask themselves why Pixel did it, then Robbie reveals he did it (villians always lie but not this softie..) and mutes them.. then he freezes them while Stephanie proves she could have a career as a poser for YouTube clickbaiting thumbnails.

Meanwhile, Robbie decides to have a little fun with Sportacus. (This scene is exactly why my mum declares this her favourite episode.) He makes him run in fast forward, freezes him, makes him run backwards, and.. makes him do.. the cha cha cha. Cha cha, real sporty.

Then he makes him do a spinning flip.. for fifteen seconds. Then he throws a ball at him and freezes him as he catches it in mid-air. Frozeacus. XD. Pixel walks in and tries to run to save them, but trips over his shoelaces, and he TIES THEM HIMSELF. AFTER ALL THAT COMMOTION. MY. GOD. So, Robbie calls for a truck to run Sportacus over, but he clicks the Wildlife Channel instead.

XD. The truck is only like 2 seconds away from riding Sportacus over, but then Robbie fumbles it up. He tries pressing the fast forward button.. but he FACES IT AT HIMSELF. And he throws the control into the air, and Pixel catches it, playing Sportacus, when he shoulda been run over like 30 seconds ago..

So Sportacus kicks the ball away, uses the digger of the truck as a launching pad, frontflips into the driver's seat and stops the truck. Then Pixel unfreezes everyone, and he says he found a better gadget, his own body. Then they perform Bing Bang. Pixel plays with Robbie, then he unfreezes him and he falls into his lair, flopping on the floor.

He stands up and walks off camera then the episode ends.

It was kinda good, actually.

8/10

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sunny0dragon · 1 year ago

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Arachknight

Got bored, have a thing featuring another Spidersona

Was it worth it? Melody opened her eyes, blinking a bit at the light. Last she remembered was being laid up in a medical bay bed, and very loud yelling about what was to happen to her. She's never seen a place like this before, never mind not knowing how she got here...

You quite literally changed the web of life and destiny, that is no easy feat, you know.

Melody made a confused noise, looking around. "Where am I, and who are you?" My name is Neith, as for where...well, where do you think we are? Melody bit the inside of their cheek, "Not dead yet, still feel pain...you mentioned a "web of life and destiny", are we there?"

You're pretty clever, aren't you? We are at the web, a web that you managed to change. Someone else was supposed to become a spider totem, but you changed fates...with great power comes great responsibility, you know that, do you not? That's why you stayed and fought despite knowing it was dangerous. You saved those people's lives, but it's costing you your own.

Melody let out a small laugh, "I know that part, but I don't mind. Can I ask why I'm here though?" I'm getting to that part! The spider was supposed to choose someone else, however, it seems to have chose you instead. You were destined to die soon, but your world is capable of keeping you alive, if you can live through the process. At the rate you're going, you won't. So I'm here with an offer, which most people don't get. You live, keep protecting your world, let the web grow and grow, or you die, and someone else becomes the spider totem. What do you want to do? Melody hummed, "Who was the first choice? I wouldn't mind dying at this point, yeah I'm young but it would be a honorable death, and my family would be taken care of when I'm gone."

The twins, at the cost of their uncle.

Melody blinked once, then twice, processing the information. "So if I don't take it the kingdom will be thrown into disarray via death of a king, and the two next in line, who just turned five, would become totems?" Pretty much! Melody nodded, "Alright, guess I'm living."

Okay! Can't wait to see what you'll do, Melody!

"Wait how do you know my name-"

Melody woke up in her bed, groaning at the beeping of her Gizmo. She had that weird dream again, the one that kicked off her becoming the "Arachknight", among many other things in the ten years since that night. She wouldn't change it for the worlds, even if now she's more busy than ever. It was nice knowing that she wasn't alone when it came to being a "spider totem".

Even if not being alone in the multiverse means that you sometimes have to get up three hours before you plan to.

"Quit beeping, I'm up, let me get dress and I'll be on my way..."

#across the spiderverse #spidersona #arachknight #my writing #atsv fanfiction #pretty sure there's a canon character called arachknight but I don't care #feel free to ask questions about said spidersona or any that I drop on this page

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kingsonne-zedecks · 11 months ago

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Time Travel was depressing.

That's the fact of the matter really. Yes, sure it's wonderful and fantastical and magical, but at the end of the day its really more sad than anything else.

Sometimes you start to think its only you that find it to be this way, but then another Traveler comes through your Depot, and you can see it in their eyes, that same deep weariness, and you know they are like you, one of the Adrift.

See, the thing about time is that its like a river, you can splash about in it and throw rocks and make waves and ripples, and then for the most part it smooths back out and the river runs as smoothly as ever, with not a thing different. It was your Traveler that explained this all to you when they first appeared in your life in a blaze of adventure. They took you back and forth along the time stream, to walk ancient cities that archeologists of your day would have killed to see, and to travel amongst the stars in the far future with its impossible technology.

The thing is, sometimes when you splash about in a river, some of the water hits the banks, and it never rejoins the flow. Sometimes a big enough rock can change the path of the river forever.

When you returned to your home and your time it looked mostly the same. The strangers on the street looked like strangers always did, the buildings in your neighborhood the same as always. Except where they weren't. A house painted the wrong color. A restaurant selling the wrong food. And your home filled with strangers. Your family gone. Your friends vanished.

The river moved on, and in the grand scheme of things nothing changed. But you had spent too much time out of the water, and everything familiar had washed away.

Your Traveler explained this all to you rather sheepishly. Its the Anchoring technology you see. Any Time Traveler worth their salt ensures that their machine is equipped with it. Your Traveler isn't the only one you know. While you were off gallivanting so were others, some make their changes accidentally, some Travel with the intention of altering the timeline, but changes are made all the same. A solid Anchor is the only way to make sure you don't get written out of history while off exploring.

You were Anchored. Your life was not. And now, you were Adrift, and Alone.

Life was hard after that, in those days before the Depot. You had your wallet still, and a bit of cash, but your ID was for a person that didn't exist. You were a ghost to the system. Housing was difficult, jobs as well. Each night you went to sleep wondering when someone would make the change that would wash you away.

You were in some approximation of rock bottom when he found you. He brought you back to his home, back to the Depot. That first night he didn't explain anything, didn't ask any questions, just shared a drink with you as you blubbered your story out.

The next morning you explored the Depot. It was organized chaos. Fabricated metals and bizarre gizmos, parts and pieces, glowing power sources and sleek control consoles all spilled from packed shelves into piles on the floor. No two pieces were exactly the same, each as unique as the machines each Traveler built.

It was a few weeks before a Traveler appeared in the Depot. It was one of the good ones explained the Mechanic. He'd never given you his name, or his story, and you never asked.

The Good One's were the geniuses, the ones who had really figured things out right before they ever Traveled. They knew their machines inside and out and could handle their repairs themselves. You listened attentively to the lesson while the Traveler dug through the mess, pulling bits and bobs out with confidence. They were up and running in less than an hour. More of a maintenance visit than anything else the Mechanic explained. That's another thing the Good Ones had going for them. Keeping up on repairs meant less chance for catastrophic error.

The next one was one of the Bad Ones. A teenager pulling up to the front door, a tow truck hauling some modified sports car behind it. A joyride, out for a spin in his father's ride, only to get in a regular car accident 80 years in the past.

It took the Mechanic a couple weeks to get the thing working. During the days, he would work on the car, explaining things to you about the commonalities and differences in the Machines as he went. In the evenings you learned about the Depots.

They'd been started by a Society of Time Travelers a few millennia in the future, secure facilities scattered throughout time, and around the world, as safe havens for Travelers in trouble, places and times they could go to for help if they ever got stranded. The Society had only lasted for about a decade relative time before messy infighting and power struggles has ended up with the society destroying itself before it ever existed.

Relative Time, what a headache. The Depot was Anchored, just like any good machine, which protected it from flips and twists of causality. A haven founded by an organization that would never actually exist. The sort of place someone could write Beethoven's Fifth.

Over time you learned more about Time, about the mechanics of its manipulation. You started to assist in the repairs, listening to the stories of the travelers as you worked to save them from the fate of being stranded out of their time and place. Most times you were able to keep the bitterness down.

You didn't even really notice when you started to handle the bulk of the repairs yourself. it felt good to be doing something, to have some sort of stability in your life once more. Which made it all the more painful when the Mechanic told you he was leaving.

He'd maintained this post for decades, far longer than he'd ever expected. It was only supposed to be a temporary posting, but without the Society, a replacement never came. Now though, he could move on, secure in your ability to maintain the Depot without him.

The Depot is yours now, and you've made it yours in truth. The shelves are organized, the parts catalogued. You've traded for a few creature comforts from various Travelers, some of whom have even become friends, stopping by even when they don't need any repair.

Some nights you even go out. The world is different each time, new faces, new buildings, new everything. Whoever maintains the Depot back in the 20's does a good job maintaining a bank account for you all, so you've always got cash to spend. You've even found yourself a favorite restaurant. Somehow, despite everything else that changes, it always seems to be the best spot around to eat, no matter what they are serving.

In a way it's its own adventure-stepping outside each day to a new world. You try your best to hold onto that, and when you look in the eyes of a weary Traveler you can see it there too. That tenacity to hold onto the sense of wonder when you can never go back.

Secret bunkers full of time machine repair equipment are placed throughout history by time travelers just in case someone gets stuck in the wrong time. You are tasked with manning one of these bunkers

#prompt response #worldbuilding prompts #time travel #short story #kingsonne writes stuff

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monstermaster13 · 4 months ago

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Corey and Oats in..

The Best Retro Adventure Ever

Corey and Oats went on many adventures together and they often planned on going on different ones with their friends but some adventures got scrapped…the original adventure plan for this particular tale was that the duo was to go to Armageddon but another one came alone that was even better.

It was a local expo themed around retro pop culture and they just had to go and see it, and luckily they would get that chance. One morning, specifically the morning of Sunday November 24th, 2024 - they all got up and got ready for the day. After having breakfast they got dressed and all got ready, it was a bit rushed but it was totally worth it.

They all hopped in the floating car which took them all the way to Wairau, and when the floating car stopped - they arrived at the stadium and got in line, they had some cute little donuts for morning tea as they waited in line.

Corey and Oats smiled as did Piff and Aiyido, they all got excited as they entered the stadium and got special bracelets to wear when they walked in, they made their way through the doors and began their exploration. They saw all sorts of comics and magazines on the ‘Iron Age’ comics booth and they saw a table with Care Bear collectibles next to it.

“Wow, this is fantastic.”

“Yeah, let’s look around.”

All of them walked around and they saw another table, this time it was a table of children’s books from a vendor known as Double Rainbow and they looked at the books and they saw one that reminded them of Belinda, after that they all came to a table of sorts that had all sorts of toys. Mel saw a table which had statues and masks including one that looked like the one from the comic and movie ‘The Mask’, she posed with the mask and put it on, as she did she spun around and transformed - but unlike how the Mask is in the Vyond universe she was not evil or scary.

That is where Piff saw the most beautiful fish he had ever seen, this fish had green and orange skin and kissable lips and she was making the cutest sounds, and Mel bought the new fish - adopting her in the process. ‘Hello new fish. I am Piff, tell me..are you a single fishy? Do you need a fish to do affairs with?’ ‘Oh, Piff.’ ‘What?’ ‘She is new, you cannot just rush her into having an affair with her.’

‘Oh oops, sorry.’ Piff chuckled to himself as he blushed, they all looked around and saw all sorts of toys and Mel lit up when she saw a figure of Dan Aykroyd as Ray Stantz. ‘It’s Dan! Ooooh yes, Eukie will love this.’

Mel thought to herself she would have loved to have him..if he didn’t cost so much, and she explained how she wanted to have all sorts of Aykroyd related things and how she had been searching for every Dan Aykroyd video interview ever. ‘If only that Johnny Carson Tonight Show episode was not so hard to find.’ ‘Or that Jay Leno interview.’ ‘Yeah, Gettyimages has proof all these episodes were made and taped. So why doesn’t someone on Youtube or Internet Archive just post them all?’

They all looked around and Oats smiled as he saw some MLP plushes and lots of books, games, cards and home video releases. He also saw a table with plush toys including an adorable plush mogwai. ‘Look, mommy. A mogwai.’ ‘Like in the movie.’

Mel picked up the mogwai, it looked like Gizmo only his fur was black and white…’Oh I know that one, that is Stripe.’ ‘Isn’t he the bad guy in the first movie?’ ‘Yes. He is.’

She picked him up and bought him, adding him to her findings as they walked around, she saw a ton of WWE wrestler figures and she recognized all of them. Including some of the older ones. ‘I didn’t know you knew so much about wrestling.’ Belinda exclaimed. ‘I watched WWE back in England.’ Mel responded.

They smiled and they spotted some Star Wars cosplayers, Corey and Oats floated over to them and posed for a photo as R2D2 rolled in, beeping and communicating with the duo. Astro the alien jumped out and greeted him. ‘Greetings, droid friend. I am an alien from another planet but I have come here to make friends.’

Aiyido and Astro posed with R2D2 and then posed with a Boba Fett cosplayer and they all saw some Doctor Who toys including a plush dalek, Mel giggled when she saw that. They looked around and they saw a Jack Sparrow cosplayer, he squatted down and posed with Mel and the duo.

They were all super happy and an hour later they all headed out, Piff flirted with the new fish who looked at him and giggled…’Ooh, she likes me.’ ‘Oh Piff, you playboy.’ ‘You know it.’ They all had some paninis for lunch and Mel even shared a dish that was some eggs and chips with Belinda.

When they were finished they hopped back into the floating car and headed home, when they all arrived back at Nile Road they all relaxed and had afternoon tea as the new fish swam around and played with the others. Anglo had been taking good care of Mel’s clown-fish hat Clovis and he handed the fish-hat over to Mel who put it on as she sat down. ‘So new fishy, do you have a name yet?’ The fish thought and thought about her name and finally she came up with one she liked…’Tangie, Tanji. Yes, I would like to be called Tangie.’

‘Welcome to the family, Tangie. I see you have met Piff.’ ‘Yes, Piff is quite the pufferfish, are all pufferfish of his species this flirty or is it just him?’ ‘I think you will find all male pufferfish are very expressive when it comes to flirting, but Piff is a real playboy when it comes to his own style of doing it.’ ‘Oh.’

‘Oh yes, and I cannot wait for us to have bathtub affairs together.’ Piff quipped. ‘Hang on there, Piffy. Tangie is new, please be gentle with her.’ ‘I will, don’t you worry.’ ‘And you better behave, Piff.’

‘You can count on me to behave.’ They all waited for dinner and had some delicious food for dinner and after dinner Piff treated Tangie and the others to a fishing trip, after their fishing trip was over they all relaxed and emailed Jill about their adventure (which they had fun doing).

They had a karaoke session and when it was over they walked into the bedroom to get ready, Corey put on his bat pajamas as Oats put on his pink night-gown. Piff put on a red sleeping kimono while Tangie put on a green nightdress with a coral print on it.

In the bathroom they brushed their teeth and afterwards they all hurried back into the bedroom, they picked out friends to snuggle up with and even Stripe cuddled up to them as they all thanked Mel for their adventure.

They all said their goodnights before Piff turned off the lights and they drifted off to sleep, having sweet dreams as they did so. As they had sweet dreams they thought all about the things they had seen on their adventure and their new friends.

Piff dreamed a romantic dream about dating Tangie and they even were sharing seaweed chips and dancing together, and they sat in a bathtub together and had quite the affair, ‘Of course this is a dream but still…a fish can dream. Can’t he?’ Piff commented.

And thus their adventure for the day had come to an end but more are coming up so stay tuned.

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starry-bi-sky · 2 years ago

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Miscellaneous things from my “Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne” au (a better au name to follow)

When Bruce was younger/learning to talk, he couldn’t pronounce his name correctly. When Danny was teaching him his name, he’d say “Booce” so Danny started call him “Boo” as a nickname. Danny still calls him “Boo” as his main nickname as Bruce gets older.

When Bruce was a little older, Danny would take him out to the balcony or sneak him up to the rooftop so that they could look at the stars together. Danny told Bruce that if he ever felt alone and Danny wasn’t there to be with him, just look at the stars, Danny will always be with him.

Danny likes making things. He’s a tech whizz like Tucker and the two of them love to create ideas together and try and make them. After he gets adopted, Danny has a lot more access to making gadgets and gizmos. He doesn’t really sell them unless he thinks they’ll help the world be better, or because its harmless.

When Danny was adopted, he didn’t tell his friends until the Waynes asked what he wanted to do to ‘debut’ himself. (They figured that the world and press would find out about him eventually, might as well make an impression) And Danny thought, regrettably, that some sort of party would be best for him to make connections. So the Waynes taught Danny etiquette and other stuff that would help him, and then sent the invitations out.

He asked them to invite the Mansons, so they did. Then texted Sam about it and asked her to attend, and possibly bring Tucker if she could. Safe to say the day of the party, when Danny got introduced, he could feel Sam glaring holes into his head. It was totally worth it. (Bruce was being taken care of back home, which Danny fretted about the entire time. He kept having to convince himself not to leave early.) He was sorely tempted to invite Vlad to see his face.

Speaking of Vlad, he has no idea that Danny changed his name. He didn’t think Danny would do that, he just thought he ran away or left town. And its not like any of his friends would tell Vlad. He doesn’t know that Danny’s changed his name until the headlines about the new Wayne Heir come out.

After Danny was adopted, he started self-teaching himself business and other stuff that would help him learn how to run Wayne Industries. He did it in secret so that he could surprise his new parents.

Also about Martha — I’m not making Sam the Martha Wayne equivalent. Amethyst Ocean really isn’t my thing, so Martha Wayne is either going to be a separate character that Danny genuinely falls in love with. OR Danny’s just gonna remain a single dad.

Danny has somewhat retired ‘Phantom’ / his ghost form. Or at least he doesn’t transform into a ghost quite as often. Mainly because there’s no reason to, and also because Gotham doesn’t have nearly enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain Danny like in Amity. The only times he transforms is to have late night flights.

Sam and Tucker don’t call Danny by ‘Danny’, they call him Thomas or Tom. Tucker sometimes jokingly calls him Tommy.

More miscellaneous stuff to come lmfao

Taglist(?)

@blankliferain idk if this is what you meant by tag you but you didn’t specify if you wanted to be tagged for a fic or a post so I figured it wouldn’t hurt

@storm-and-fire same as above it might not be a fic but its a more info on the au?

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minecraftstorymode-rewritten · 2 years ago

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Ellagaurd The Redstone Engineer:

Personality:

Arrogant and with a guarded formal demeanor, Ellagaurd tends to unintentionally undermine others’ abilities. She tends to be blunt, and unafraid to criticize others; doing this without care for the other’s feelings. With a hatred for loud noise, Ellaagurd will immediately dislike someone if they are on the louder side. Although she is a bitch at times, Ellagaurd’s intelligence and engineering prowess can come quite in handy. She tends to let people know whether she respects them or not. Ellagaurd is over-honest, seldom lying. Paired with all of this is her stubbornness, a lot needing to be done to repair one’s reputation with her if slighted.

Backstory:

Once an anxious yet curious newbie, Ellagaurd has always had an eye for redstone engineering. Being new to the world was rough for her, always too anxious about meeting others to step out of her comfort zone.

She had a hard time understanding most people, either due to what she considered a strange sense of humor, being rude/not willing to hear what she had to say, complaining/pointing out how much she rambled, or just not willing to try to learn something new because it was “too boring”. This caused Ellagaurd to decide that it simply wasn’t worth it to try and get to know people, since most interactions quickly became awkward or frustrating. Though she would never admit it aloud, a part of her wished she had someone to talk to, someone who would understand her and stay around; even if it were just a once-a-year deal.

With this lack of friends or social skills, Ellagaurd made up for it with her engineering talents. Soon, she became known as one of the best redstone engineers in the land, taking commissions for her inventive craft.

Although Ellagaurd became regarded as a monotone, blunt, and asocial individual, there was one person that always came back to talk to her; Magnus. He would always come into her workshop and either commission some elaborate bomb circuit or just hang around and talk annoy her while she was tinkering with some new gizmo. Magnus and Ellagaurd were pretty close, despite their disagreements, and soon became a minor adventuring duo known as the Booming Machines. Sure, it took a bit of convincing from Magnus, but Ellagaurd eventually gave in and decided to be away from her workshop for a while.

They soon met The Order of The Stone, a group of adventurers who were just starting out, too. After doing a few missions together, Ellagaurd and Magnus decided to join The Order. Thus, Ellagaurd made her mark as one of the greatest inventors in history; a title that later helped her found the city of Redstonia.

In The Order, Ellagaurd found a friend in each member. She and Soren got pretty close, too, given their shared inquisitive and inventive nature. Although, even with all these new and true friends, she still seemed to gravitate toward Magnus. In all truthfulness, Ellagaurd felt that he understood her best; being one of the few people to be able to tell from a glance alone whether or not Ellagaurd was upset. Though she would never dare say it aloud.

After Ellagaurd and Magnus fell out with one another, Ellagaurd built herself a lab in an isolated area. However, with time, aspiring engineers searched and found her lab; each with questions and asking advice for their craft. Realizing that she could have a better flow of resources through this mean, she decided to simply help create a settlement around her lab. Here she allowed the aspiring engineers to stay, and they eventually named it Redstonia; this settlement became one of the largest cities in the world.

Ellagaurd wishes to have Magnus back by her side, thinking up elaborate pranks and taking almost every opportunity to piss her off. However, she feels as if that argument had been the last straw, that she had finally ruined their friendship by letting that argument get to her head. No matter, she will just keep inventing like she always had. She was getting used to being alone again, anyway.

Job:

In the past, Ellagaurd did commissions and sold a few of her inventions. Later, she became an adventurer; during this time she eventually joined The Order. Pregame, Ellagaurd resides in her lab in Redstonia; here she continues her research in redstone engineering and the command block. Post-Witherstorm arc, there are 3 options (depending on player choice): 1) Ellagaurd takes a break from her engineering work to ensure Magnus properly heals from the Witherstorm attack, taking residence in a quiet house between Redstonia and Boomtown. Now and then, she goes to Redstonia to check up on how Olivia is running things. 2) Ellagaurd gets taken in by Magnus, who ensures she fully heals from the Witherstorm attack. 3) Ellagaurd is either dead or mourning the death of Magnus, checking out completely from any sort of leadership duties.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm:rewritten #mcsm ellegaard #minecraft story mode Ellagaurd #mcsm:rewritten:characters

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seaprofound · 7 months ago

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alright, after cooking on discord for a while now, here's a follow-up on this new canon:

growing up, kronos was only ever apathetic towards po at best; when she excitedly showed him a gizmo that she invented at a young age, for example, his only response was a neutral “hm”—not even a hint of curiosity or interest. the worst part? one of the reasons why she made that was so she could impress him and show him that she was worth keeping around despite her inexcusable mediocrity. (girlypop suffered big time from I Just Wanna Be Special disease ngl)

fortunately for po, she had a fellow servant who, for a time, was her only friend; the servant was a nymph named arne and she not only cared for po but also encouraged her creativity. unfortunately for po, though, arne “mysteriously” disappeared one day after speaking up in her defense over an innocent mistake that she made and kronos made sure that po knew that it was all her fault—even implying that arne chose to leave because she was tired of having to pick up the slack for her (or something similar).

so, that made po essentially alone throughout most of her childhood—a penniless, friendless orphan with no past and no future. after what happened with arne, the other servants started to avoid her—even the ones who were (reluctantly) tasked with looking after her when she was a baby. they didn’t wanna attract any trouble from the king via association with her and, so, only interacted with her when necessary (such as telling her what the king would like for dinner, so she can get started on one of the dishes).

po seldom interacted with the titans, preferring to keep her head down and make herself small as not to get either herself or anyone else into any more trouble. an exception to her "avoid interaction with the titans unless necessary" rule came when kronos discovered the pet lamb that she had secretly been keeping. since by the point, he had also discovered how she had secretly been using his library, he struck a deal with her: if she slaughters, butchers, cooks, and serves the lamb to him, than this little transgression can be forgiven—if not, then, well, she might want to consider finding a new place to call home.

understandably terrified at the thought of being kicked out of the only place she called home—keep in mind that she was only eight when this happened—po got on her knees and begged him for some other way to earn his forgiveness. kronos, though, was having none of that and told her that those were the terms and that she could either abide by them or not. po was torn because she didn't want to have to sacrifice her precious lamb but she didn't want to be kicked out even more. she knew she couldn't survive on her own. the world would eat her alive.

thus, with a heavy heart, she agreed to his terms. her little voice hiccupping as she petted her beloved lamb for the last time, she sobbed out a long-drawn apology. kronos—who chose to supervise her to make her sure she didn't try to deceive him again—coldly told her to get on with it. and, so, she did.

her face still streaked with dried tears, she later humbled herself by kneeling before his seat at the dining table and presenting a perfectly cooked lamb just as he requested. after a satisfying meal, kronos finally pardoned her—causing her to let out a weary breath she hadn't realized that she had been holding in—but added at the last minute that, from now on, he will be selecting her reading material. since she was in no position to argue, she meekly nodded and considered such a stipulation to be a kindness—a hope that maybe her master no longer saw her as a charity case and, instead, wanted to enrich her mind.

but, oh, how the line between naivety and hopefulness was almost invisible 🤭

for you see, kronos's paranoia consumed him so much, that he wanted to leave po—his one child that he saw as a weakling and disappointment, the only one of his brats that could never threaten the loss of his throne—at as much of a disadvantage as possible. he hoped, for example, to keep her illiterate so, that she wouldn't ever dare to think about questioning him or have high hopes about rising above her station. he took mercy on her, providing her with shelter and the clothes on her back—rags more than anything—and, in return, he only asks that she perform her duties with gratitude and humility.

what were po's duties you may ask? great question! although working in the kitchens was po’s chief responsibility as a servant, kronos also tasked her with various cleaning duties—including manure pickup—but never anything that would get her close to his private chambers (hence why he was so pressed about her using the royal library without permission).

when zeus was undercover as cupbearer, po indirectly aided his escape by telling him her favorite hiding spots in an endearingly awkward attempt to befriend; when kronos found out that she helped him—even tho she swears she didn’t meant to (honest!!)—he was the maddest she’s ever seen. he coldly told her that he doesn’t suffer traitors lightly—but she has a chance to redeem herself if she spied on his wayward children and reported back to him. close to crying because she was scared that she was gonna get thrown out of the only home she had ever known—at the tender age of 13 at that (tho because of her premie status, she looked far younger than that)—she thanked her master for this opportunity and gathered up what little things she possessed to get ready for her mission.

as po steeled herself for the daunting mission ahead of her, kronos called out to her one last time. naively thinking that maybe her master wanted to wish her luck, she looked at him with bright eyes. “yes?”

“don’t disappoint me.”

as a result of her upbringing, po felt like an outsider for most of her youth—which a reason why she felt so home when in the company of monsters (to the point where she even became known for being a mother to them)—and, as such, she was incredibly awkward as she tried to assimilate in the rebel camp. she was largely quiet back then out of fear of saying the wrong thing and being discovered as a spy. she took one of her inventions with her—the first one she ever made—and, as she tried to eavesdrop on two of her siblings (not that she knew that at the time), one of the elder cyclopes interrupted her concentration by asking her where she got her hand mixer prototype. she shyly responded that she made it, following that up by “i-it’s nothing, though, really” and that made the elder cyclops give her a curious “hmm” before asking her if she would like to learn from him and his brothers the art of metalworking. blinking away treacherous tears, she nodded—forgetting what she was supposed to be doing as she began to chase after the hope of belonging with all the trepidation of a baby turtle embarking to the ocean.

i'm cooking

since today is apparently a day for ramblings, here are the changes that would be made while shifting from my current canon to the unused au that I wanna make my new canon. for those that may not know (or may not remember since it was a while ago when I first talked about this), I made a post where I mused out loud the possibility of rebooting po by shaking up her backstory. I even created a poll and the majority that voted were all abroad with a backstory update—so, without further ado, here are the changes that I mentioned at the beginning:

current canon!po was swallowed by her father, kronos, much like the rest of her siblings (with the exception of zeus); updated canon!po, on other hand, would have been spared by kronos—which would later turn out to be a cruel mercy—because her runt status caused him to dismiss her as a threat

current canon!po had most of her siblings for company during her imprisonment in her father's stomach; updated canon!po, on the other hand, mostly interacted with the palace servants (partly on account of being a servant, herself albeit one who secretly rebelled by sneaking off to the library in the rare moments that she could catch a break from her work)

current canon!po invented horses—and a whole slew of other animals—about mid-way through the titanomachy; updated canon!po, on the other hand, invented them when she was around 10 years old (which would have been about two years before the titanomachy)

current canon!po learned cooking from the nymphs alongside her eldest sister, hestia; updated canon!po, on the other hand, learned how to cook from the palace kitchen staff at a much younger age—much like current canon!po, though, she did so as a way to help earn her keep

current canon!po's inferiority complex and fear of abandonment would have been exacerbated in updated canon!po's case because kronos told her that her birth parents abandoned her on a mountain for being too weak but that he stumbled upon her, took pity on her, and allowed her to live in his palace—only asking her for her loyalty and gratitude in return

while initially afraid of what her siblings would think, current canon!po was able to come out to them as trans early on in the titanomachy thanks to the love and trust that they had for each other; since updated canon!po grew up essentially loveless, though, it would have taken her longer to find the courage to come out

current canon!po disguised herself as a common servant to infiltrate her father's palace as part of an espionage mission; updated canon!po—though the divine equivalent of a child prodigy since she created many different animals at such a young age—was chosen by kronos to serve as a spy for the titans because he saw her as expendable. a pawn at best, a screw up at worst. if the little runt actually managed to learn something useful, perhaps she's not so hopeless, after all—if not and if her incompetence led to her discovery, his other children will take care of that problem for him. either way, he wins—or so he thought.

those are the major changes that I can think of at this moment.

things that haven't changed are as follows:

po is still not a natural fighter and, subsequently, she would have still struggled to learn how to fight when she began combat training

po still would have learned magic from her sorcerer uncles, the telkhines (when exactly, though, I am unsure)

po still would have crushed easily on anyone who was nice to her

po still would have had a huge chip on her shoulder from being so puny

#I AM NOT YET DONE COOKING #BUT FOR NOW HAVE THIS #「 ♆ ❛ in this essay I will… ❜ ╱ headcanon. 」

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stachehand · 2 years ago

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IDW Sonic is gold, but with a few dirt marks

If I didn't make it clear by now, I'm conflicted about IDW Publishing's Sonic the Hedgehog. I like what it's doing, but get annoyed when it does something that, from where I stand, misses some of those finer details of characterization and the world. It can be headscratching, but also stay entertaining. So, after much complaining about confusing decisions and whipping up dialogue edits, I should sit back and say what pleases me, and only bring up the headscratchers as a side note. Yes, some are personal to me; this is a Stache Hand post, after all.

I don't think I need to talk about Whisper that much. Her Best Comic Character status goes without saying by now. All I ask for is more utilization outside of tragic predicaments.

Starline, Surge and Kit sure are an interesting bunch. Starline is the most hilariously metaphorical figure we've seen in this franchise. He built himself up to be the new trendy hotness for a new hot age, trying to reshape a longstanding power to his fantasies. In the end, he's ruined in seconds at the moment of truth, because who is he to become an influencer to something he never understood as much as he claimed to? It nicely comes together to a cathartic result.

Surge, aside from being a fun little hothead, is enjoyable to look at as a lost child in denial of how lost they are. It's a testament of her dependency that she needs a boost, whether it's a partner or a gizmo strapped to her head, to compensate for her lack of field experience. She's nothing alone, without backup, but she's too proud to admit it because she's never been able to process defeat or humiliation her way, only by the whims of a broken and manipulated toy of a brain. That makes her interestingly depressing.

Kitsunami is kind of the opposite on the matter of feeling no self-worth. He doesn't deny that he's nothing without a partner, he firmly believes it and would get himself killed just to have somebody to attach himself to. He's afraid of being alone, and the possibility of having nobody left to turn to, a sense of dread born of his sheltered existence with another person who was never really far away from him, no matter the amount of space there was. Sadly, he's caught in a vicious cycle, slavish because he's lonely, and lonely because he's slavish. Pitiable, yet it can hit close to home.

The one thing I must confess about this whole storyline that I don't like is how Surge and Kitsunami came to be Starline's pawns. The fact that he kidnapped some random girl and boy, did mecha taxidermy on them, made them forget their past lives, just weighs too much on the grim side when this guy has enough crimes on his resume. I like rooting for a villain to get his/her/their comeuppance, but that revelation didn't add anything to the narrative or the satisfaction of his defeat. It just made him look more evil to an extent that was completely superfluous.

Okay, I'll talk more about this stuff later. My family's expecting dinner (which I cook) as I post this.

#sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #comic books #idw publishing #random thoughts #stachehand stuff

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mimiri22-6 · 4 years ago

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Let's do this. One last time.

Ducktales 2017. I didn't think I was ready for the end, but the finale was too perfect to be sad nor angry.

There's so much to say-too much to say...and I'm going to try my best to say all of it.

EVERYONE IS HERE!! ENDGAME WHO?! DUCKTALES!!!!!

Seeing Webby and Scrooge interactions now, after watching this once, is just-They're So Soft! AND everything is just-AH I love it. It's so weird, but when is the family tree not screwy(also, Webby=Scrooge's clone? Webby=female? Trans Scrooge=Cannon?! I think Fucking So!)

Aaaaaaannd that's all we get from Gladstone and Fethry. If there's one thing I wish was in this episode more it would be more cousin interactions and Daisy. Though, Daisy not being too into it makes sense. Loved what we got of her tho. At least we got a little bit of them this episode, it was already pretty character packed

Well...Launchpad is only half wrong.

Oh wow. Oh Wow, I love this dynamic between LP, Drake, and Fenton...ot4? because I refuse to leave Gandra out. I love how Drake doesn't know about Fenton and Gizmo while it seems like everyone else in the world does. Still, LP/Drake and Gandra/Fenton some of my faves. So good

OH YEAH! Even the other 2 Caballeros are here!!

And the last adventure STARTS

I find it Fantastic how Dewey and Launchpad will probably die thinking F.O.W.L used the last level of a videogame as their secret layer layout

*sigh* This is why I avoid previews and wish I was better at avoiding theories from after those previews. I would have been more surprised and probably would have enjoyed this ep even more if I had Nothing to expect. But the theories were right. Tho, I did not expect how (or should I say Who) Webby was cloned from...though also I was spoiled by that when I was looking for the ep. Some ass used "Scrooge is Webby's dad" as a video title. I didn't think it was real, but I was wrong.

Awwww. Don has such a soft spot for kids

I love Lena and her development.

...*sigh* ok. "you've already got sisters" with this line, I am obligated to drop the Webby/Lena ship. I'm sorry, but it's one of my many rules for being ok with a ship. If the characters Ever say, even just once as an afterthought, they see each other as siblings or something similar, I will see them as that. It's why I've never been ok and have been uncomfortable with Shiro/Keith since Keith saved Shiro from...his clones...huh. So, from now on, I'm going to be Very uncomfortable with anything Weblena...even though the thought of them in the future was cute

HOW does a show about building ottomans have plot???

I wasn't sure how to feel about the clones All throughout this

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO HUEY JUST FIRST NAMED BEAKLEY!!!!!

GOLDIE AND DAISY ARE ON THE BOARD!!! SCORE!!

Oooooh. That picture of Webby's parents...is fake. It's like some picture Beakley took off the internet.

I saw a post saying how Della had to convince Donald to go on one last adventure and how she had to watch him almost die, but she really Didn't. She helped him pack and she was ready to let Donald go on his adventure("but Daisy's my adventure" They are too damn cute for their own damn good. I love them. donsy for the win), but an actual Crisis came up and he had to stay. Donald nearly dying by void was not Della's fault and if I see any more posts about how she roped Donald into a death mission, I will go up a wall and break a neck on my way down

Man, it's weird hearing this and knowing that Webby's parents don't exist

Wow! Beakley just knocked out Scrooge! Damn!

Oooh! The girls are fighting

...Woah. I just realized, the blood and brain of Scrooge McDuck and the training of Bentina Beakley. Webby is even more of a beast than we knew.

IS THAT DEVELOPMENT I HEAR!!! YOU KEEP THOSE KIDS BEHIND? YOU LOSE!!! GOOD DAY SIR!

Pepper. Just Pepper. She seems like one of your parent's nice coworkers that brings you brownies and pinches your cheeks

"Look after your brother." YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I JUST WANNA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADRO YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS OFICIALLY BOYD GEARLOSE NOW!! YEEEEE!!!!

I also really like that you can't tell which Gyro is telling that to

God, I Fucking Love the concept that is Manny. He's one of those things that if someone asked you about him outside of the fandom, you wouldn't even know where to start. It's absolutely FanFuckingTastic. He's the most magical thing in the universe? Fuck Yes, give that to me Now!

HE SPEAKS!!!!!!(I couldn't place his voice actor, but I when I looked him up I realized recognized him for Glossaryck from SVTFOE)

(Edit: Just found out that the scene with Manny was a Gargoyles ref. Nice!)

Once again, I love everything about LP, Drake, and Fenton

And then Lena Died

Aww, they both have such soft spots for children

LUDWIG VON DRAKE?!?!!!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

(that had to be a different font because really, what the fuck)

He really did just say he was too busy to die. This duck is too powerful

(I really just don't have too much to say between all of this. I just love all of it)

Woo! Louie with the motivation!

Pft-how both of them are singing? Love to see it...wait, we don't see Don Karnage after this...DID HE DIE IN THAT CRASH?! DID DEWEY COMMIT HIS FIRST MURDER?!

"Welcome home, April." I hate you.

Of course he dabs

"he was like this when we found him." Nice to know Gos knows what to do in the event that she kills someone

Oh that's horrendous. I hate that

"Now, let's get down to business." TO DEF[get's shot]

Why is Manny like actually the best?

God, Drake and LP really are two halves of a whole idiot huh? They're soulmates, your honor

"I. Am." "Not alone in this." That was so sweet, but also JUST TELL HIM!!

And now Glom is dead

Oh, that's a lot of mind control

"Even by our standards, this is a weird day." Couldn't say it better, Lena

"How do you think Della found out about the Spear of Selene?" OH, YOU MOTHERFU

"Oh, Bradford, how villainous." DAMN! HE REALLY DID JUST DO THAT, HUH?!

"MOOOM!" "NOOO!" OH NO, MY HEART! IT FUNCTIONS!

"Do you know how replaceable clones are?" Oh yeah, that's right. You're probably not the og Gyro

Man, we don't ever have Von Drake for long but I always love him

Those lights are really only there for dramatic effect, aren't they?

...Close enough.

Launchpad moment! Yeah!!!

HEY! I just noticed. While wearing the suit, Launchpad didn't crash...idk what to do with this info

The fine print is usually good to read...we people just don't do it apparently

"...your most trusted ally?" *picks Donald* Wow. That's right there with the feels ain't it

"it's not worth the risk." Fuck, I love them

Oh that sounds so weird. Scrooge has never been a dad, always Uncle. So Weird

And Gandra, Gyro, and Von Drake are dead. There is a Body Count this episode

"Donald Duck." "Uncle Scrooge." I SEE YOU! I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE! AND I LOVE IT!

Hehe. From Bitchford to bird brain.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ENDING SCENE IS THE BEST!

Beakley thinking she's no longer accepted? Nah, she was granny first and foremost

ANOTHER FENRA KISS?! DON'T MIND IF I DO!

DADRO AND GOSALYN AND DRAKE?! LOVING IT!

MORE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS?! WOO!

DONALD IMMEDIATELY ADOPTING JUNE AND MAY?! ONLY THE BEST FROM HIM!!!!

PROTECTIVE SCROOGE?! YOU DON'T SEE ME COMPLAINING!

"We're smarter" "We're tougher" "We're sharper" And we'll earn our way square." AH-I'M GOING DOWN LIKE THE SUNCHASER, GUYS

AND THE END CREDITS WILL NEVER BE MATCHED!!!!!

I don't know what else to say.

This show was amazing from beginning to end. I may not have cried, but I didn't need to cry. It wasn't sad and there was nothing bittersweet about it. Just pure perfection, just like the rest of the show.

Perfectly Preen, not a fether out of place.

Goodnight Ducktales, you were perfect

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scullydubois · 4 years ago

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memory-bound: a revival one-shot

Set between Rm9sbG93ZXJz & My Struggle IV, Scully moves back into the Unremarkable House after her smart home burns down and returns to an age-old ritual: coloring her hair.

T, 1.8k, fluff/domestic fluff, read on ao3 here.

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Lamp light casts shadows on the wall as Scully unpacks in a place she never thought she’d find herself again: the master bedroom she and Mulder shared for almost a decade. She lays her remaining clothes on the tribal-patterned bedspread and smirks at how little the room has changed. She expected to be put up in the guest room and was perfectly fine with that. They had rarely gotten any use out of it--she figured an inhabitant would do it some good. Imagine her shock, then, when Mulder told her he hadn’t slept in “their” room since she left. That the room was all hers.

It shouldn’t have surprised her that after a decade of a bed, he returned to what he knew upon losing what he had known. He swapped the couch he slept on for seven years for a Barcalounger. An old man needs his amenities, he joked while showing her its heat and massage functions. And she felt a gnawing in the pit of her stomach, the mark of a fool.

She salvaged what she could from the fire, but most of her Bethesda things were ruined. That soulless smart house was never worth its automated thermostat system, let alone any of its other data mines disguised as gizmos. Mulder hated it--hated it, like, wouldn’t step foot in it, and if she’s being honest, that was the only selling point for her: the shelter it offered from his incessant search for truth & his unsatisfiable conscience. This was back when she felt like that was something she needed to get away from, of course. She had wanted to settle somewhere and mean it. Now, she realizes they were settled all along.

She rests a pile of folded clothes in the crook of her arm and pulls open her old dresser. She envisioned cobwebs--maybe even a whole family of spiders--in there, but instead, a ratty New York Knicks t-shirt greets her. And a Spaceship Earth one under that, and a Wile E. Coyote one under that. Her holy trinity of Mulder t-shirts. She refused to take them when she left, though he insisted. And in protest, he hadn’t worn them. She knows this instinctively, though the lack of laundry scent confirms it. They’ve been waiting in this drawer all along, captives to Mulder’s fantasy that one day she would open it again.

Scully squeezes her eyes shut, slips the pile in next to the shirts, slams the drawer, and grabs her toiletries bag off the bed, striding into the bathroom. She can’t dwell...she can’t. She’s learned by now that regret is a state of mind that freezes her up, and there’s no being frozen, not any more.

Unzipping the bag, she lines her various products along the counter. Age-defying this, anti-aging that...sunscreen is really the only thing that’s done her any good. That, and hair dye. She keeps the others around for show.

Speaking of...she pokes at her roots, scouring the mirror for signs that yes, she could theoretically be a grandma--and she can’t say for certain that she isn’t--but to her knowledge, she’s not, and as long as no one calls her Grandma, she won’t accept the title.

She won’t accept the gray hairs, either. One day, sure, but not yet. Mulder’s not even gone gray yet, and he has years on her. She’s told him that he would look great, and that the silver fox nickname would be nothing short of perfection, but he swears that he just hasn’t lost his “natural luster” yet, that he’ll embrace the gray when (if!) it comes.

Scully’s not been so lucky, though it doesn’t show. She’s been coloring her hair every three weeks since she was twenty-eight to keep the ravishing red. She’ll never forget when Mulder realized it wasn’t her natural color...the way his eyes widened as he moved between her legs…

It’s not as if he didn’t know; her mousy auburn had been on full display when they first met, and yet he’d gotten so used to seeing her as she is that it slipped his mind that she hadn’t always been that way. And once they moved in together--in this very bathroom, actually--he loved to help her with the coloring process, was as fascinated by it as the prospect of alien-human hybrids.

She chooses the tube of Rock it Like a Redhead dye from her product line-up, looks at her reflection. It’s been five--no, six--nearing seven--years since she performed this ritual in this room. She glances down, and sure enough, the tile still bears a rust-colored stain from one of her sessions gone wrong. It makes her smile...she has a history here. They have a history here.

She sighs. For old time’s sake, she might as well...she’s found herself thinking that a lot lately.

Her old robe--her usual attire for the occasion--fell victim to the fire, but she’s got a good substitute in mind. She pads back into the bedroom and plucks the Wile E. Coyote shirt from the drawer. It’s black, hopefully that will hide any stains. Her slacks are too damn expensive to risk an accident, so she briefly considers stripping to her panties before settling on a pair of gym shorts.

Her get-up in place, she grabs a few clips from her bag and pins her hair up in four sections. This is one of the reasons she got her chop; her long hair was sexy, but it was a bitch trying to cover all those layers. Plus, Mulder is fond of “the Scully shag” as he calls it, though she corrects him every time (it’s not a shag Mulder, it’s a bob!). It reminds him of their firsts, she imagines. It’s almost as if the longer her hair got, the further apart they drifted. And once they were okay again, it was imperative that she bear her neck to him...show him the place where his lips should land.

She decides to stand in the shower (water off, of course) so any mess can be rinsed away. She wonders, suddenly, if the square mirror they used to keep is still suctioned to the glass interior. It’ll be hard to do this alone if it’s not.

She peeks in, and it’s not there, and that must be the only thing in this house Mulder has moved. Figures. She slips off her shoes and grabs the applicator and dye tube. She’ll do the best she can, then use the bathroom mirror to make any touch-ups.

Scully steps into the shower. Its characteristic lemon scent is gone, and that makes her sad. It used to be a welcome change from the antiseptic hospital smell she dealt with all day. Wielding her tools, she starts at her roots, spreading the dye along her scalp with expert precision. Surely this counts as a workout--it takes a lot of energy to hold your arms over your head for this long. Will her Fitbit calculate how many calories she’s burning, she wonders?

She’s just started a new strand when a gentle rap echoes through the wall.

“Scully?” Mulder’s voice rings from outside the bedroom. She pulled the door slightly shut when she entered.

“Come in!” she calls. “In the bathroom.”

She hears footsteps in the adjacent room, then a hesitant breath as Mulder pauses at the doorway. “Are you decent?”

Scully looks down at herself. What a picture. “I’m in a Wile E. Coyote t-shirt and gym shorts. Does that answer your question?”

Mulder shuffles in, smirking at the sight of her through the open shower door. “What are you doing?”

She points to the crown of her head--which is already well within his field of vision--so she’s not sure why he needed to ask the question.

“Well, I see that,” Mulder concedes, “but I mean, why are you hunched over in here like you’re hoping to grow a third arm?”

Scully shrugs. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

“That’s just as lame as ‘boys will be boys,’ and you know it,” he counters, remembering a spirited lecture she once gave him on the misogynist undertones of the phrase. Scully smirks. They had that conversation years ago...post-William, pre-Bahamas. She’s surprised that it stuck with him.

She tilts her chin in a way that makes Mulder certain she’d have her hands on her hips if they weren’t occupied. “What do you suggest?” she challenges.

“Let me help you,” he proposes before she can launch a protest. His sneaker’s rubber sole meets the shower tile as he slips in beside her. The wall is cold against her elbow as she scoots back to make room for him.

“I’m fine. I’ve been doing this on my own for years, and I was long before you.”

“But now you have me,” he professes. “Here. Right now,” he clarifies, not meaning to label their as-yet undefined relationship status.

Their eyes meet, and Scully’s hit with the last time the two of them were in here--her legs around his waist, his hands sliding through her hair, droplets that couldn’t be placed as shower water, sweat, or tears. Her spine straightens against the very wall where she was pinned. Times change, yet they don’t. History repeats itself in a slightly different key.

“When I was younger, I did this because I liked the color,” she tells him, finishing a section and lowering her hands. “Now, I do it out of necessity. It’s sad, Mulder.” She juts her lower lip out in a faux pout. “We’re getting old.”

He would hug her, but he’d mess up her hair and it would be a whole thing. “Hey, I’ll be pushing your wheelchair with my wheelchair, remember?” he says, taking her slip into sentimentality as permission.

Scully nods, the delicate memories of years past bringing a slight frown to her face.

“Can you do me a favor?” she asks, raising to her tiptoes, then lowering again. Her eyes twinkle.

“Of course.”

She offers him the tube of dye, looks up at him with a smile.

“Can you get right here?” She points to a spot right above her temple, one she could definitely reach herself if she wanted to.

Mulder admires her. His woman, back in his old t-shirt and all. He plants his lips on her temple, breathing her in. No matter what she says about aging or being old, he’ll never believe her. She is as she was back then: the only semblance of peace he’s ever known.

He pulls away to meet her gaze, his voice warm and smooth. “Is that about where you want it?”

Scully grins. “Yes, that’s perfect.”

#this might be the only revival fic i ever write & i really enjoyed it #a chance to reflect and take a trip down memory lane <3 #the x-files #txf #txf fic #mine #todayinfic

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kessielrg · 4 years ago

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[Kingdom Hearts] Old Habits, New Reasons

Summary: Three times in which Namine shies away from social functions just to draw, and the one time someone joined her. [oneshot][character study][NamiXi if you really wanna squint][also Namiku if you squint a little less]

Rating: K

Word Count: 3,469 words

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Their question had thrown Namine off slightly. She sheepishly looked down at her small sketchbook as if it could answer the question for her. The white page stared back at her in silence.

A part of Namine knew this would happen eventually. There was always that fear that someone would follow her, ask her what she was doing, and then tell her to rejoin the others. But that wasn't what they were asking, was it? They wanted to know why she was drawing. It was a simple question, and it was a bit odd that someone would have lugged a caboodle of art supplies with them to a banquet.

"Well?" the other girl asked. "Is there someone who would get mad you're drawing, even if you did it around your friends?"

"I don't think so." Namine decided, slowly. "But sometimes... it's just easier to draw without other people around you. And sometimes, when people find out that you're good at something, they make you do that something for them. It's not very fun."

"Do you always leave to draw, though?"

At first, Namine wanted to disagree with all her heart. But in introspection, it was more of a vice than she cared to admit. She loved drawing, but didn't like others watching her as she did it. When did that happen, she wondered. That didn't used to be the case...

"Sometimes." Namine finally said. She held her sketchbook a bit tighter before adding, "But only on certain occasions."

"Like?"

Namine looked over at the other girl with curiosity. She was greeted with a look just as inquisitive as her own. Maybe even more so. There was a genuine interest; that much was certain. Maybe there was a budding artist in their midst?

"Well..." she carefully said, moving her sketchbook a bit to flip through the earlier pages, "There was this one time..."

. . .

It was a small comfort that, while she wasn't a Keyblade wielder herself, the others considered her when they all got together. She still made sure that her presence didn't disturb anyone. Being quiet and observant was Namine's most reliable vice. That, and drawing. There wasn't much else she knew how to do. Her time as a Nobody barely ranged a year, and after that she was placed safely inside Kairi's heart until recently. Being a Somebody was... confusing, to say the least.

Being asked to join in on a slumber party with Kairi and Xion had been a surprise- perhaps even more so because Master Aqua herself gave her the invitation. Namine certainly didn't expect it to take place in the Land of Departure either. The world seemed far too grand to her -far too important in the history of Keyblade wielders- that it could be used for anything beyond a training arena. She was proven wrong after entering the Great Hall with Kairi. Aqua had given them a spot in front of the thrones, already decorated with sleeping bags for all four of them and a small assortment of snacks.

"I've never got to have a proper slumber party before, since it was me and Terra for most of our childhoods." Aqua admitted at some point. "Feels weird having one with you guys now. I feel like a mom."

It was Xion who, without skipping a beat, cheerfully declared, "And you're the best one I'll never have!"

"Xion!" both Aqua and Kairi declared, each with their own level of bewilderment. Namine only offered a stifled laugh. So proud at their reactions, Xion gave them all a smile so big, it almost rivaled Sora's.

After that, they started to talk about various things since they all met together. Apparently everyone's training was going rather well. Kairi was beginning to get a handle of second tier elemental magic, while Xion was working on personal techniques on and off for the past week. It was around this time that Namine politely excused herself from the others. They had been so caught up in their conversation that they didn't even notice.

Namine went to where she and Kairi had placed their personal things to find her caboodle. The caboodle was a neat little box with drawers that opened the same time she opened the lid. She was able to put all her art supplies in it. Most of them, anyway- her normal sketchbook was too large to fit. Instead, she used a smaller pad that was placed where the mirror in the caboodle was. Once Namine made sure she had everything, she carefully found a spot far enough away from the others so she could draw them. It honestly wasn't very far, but it was still far enough away that the other three didn't really notice her. That was fine. If anything, it was perfect.

The sounds of the others almost masked the sound of her pencil against paper. Spending most of her life locked away with nothing but drawing to distract her gave Namine a slight skill in speed drawing. However, she took her time when she started to work on her friends. She wanted as much detail as she could.

But she didn't bother to sketch her own sleeping bag. She tried to tell herself that it was because it ruined the composition. But deep down she knew it was because she didn't fit with the others, and so it didn't need to be included.

Namine finished her drawing without the others ever knowing she was gone. She placed everything back in her caboodle, then went back as Kairi went into a long story about Tidus and Wakka back on the islands. It was nice; the sounds of friendship. Namine had been the first to go to sleep that night.

. . .

At first, the only response she got was a quiet, "Oh..."

"It was a really fun time!" Namine quickly insisted. "And it really was a treat to be included."

"But you drew yourself out."

Namine flinched slightly. "It worked out better that way. From the angle I was at, it would have looked weird because I had the really light sleeping bag, and everything was so dark anyway..."

The other girl only looked more guilty.

"Do you still have the picture?" she wondered.

"I think so." Namine agreed. She adjusted herself so she could better go through her sketchbook before flipping through the earlier pages. "Here," she then offered as she handed it over.

There was a small hum as the other ran her fingers over the drawing. Namine had made deliberate choices in lighting around the three Keyblade wielders- light coming off of them as if they were lighting up the whole room. If you looked ever closer, you could see the detail of the castle's floor, and even make out the silhouettes of the three thrones in the background.

"Does anyone know that you go somewhere away from everyone to draw?" the other girl asked, handing the sketchbook back to Namine.

Namine gave a fond, almost bashful smile.

"There is someone..."

. . .

"There's a lot of people here." Namine noted as she tried to look over the crowd. Riku wasn't making the same amount of effort. Instead, he just casually looked on with a hand at his hip. Curse him being a full head taller than she was.

"Aqua said that Disney Town holds the Dream Festival every year." Riku agreed with a small nod. "Can't be that easy since Queen Minnie has almost been reigning the kingdom alone for the past few years. The effort is definitely amazing though."

Namine agreed with a nod and a small noise of affirmation. Disney Town looked absolutely splendid for the festival. All the colors, and the smells, and the energy was enough to put anyone in a good mood. The grip Namine had on her caboodle tightened slightly. A frown crossed her lips as she considered that there might have been too much commotion. There wasn't a good place to just sit and zone out without some kind of noise maker going off.

Riku must have noticed this. He looked over at her, and quickly saw her firm grip on the caboodle's handle.

"Are you sure you don't want to leave that in the Gummi Ship?" he asked. He even made a mild gesture to the box, which only made Namine hold it closer to her.

"No. I'm going to use it." Namine insisted. "I just... I just need someplace a bit more quiet..."

Riku nodded. He looked up again to see that Queen Minnie had taken the stage. The queen looked as beautiful as always in her formal pink and red ballgown. The jewels on her crown glittered under the multicolored overhead lights. Everyone cheered at seeing her- the love and admiration they had for their leader was enough to be felt from miles away. Minnie was a good queen, there was no contest about that.

As Minnie tried to settle the crowd down so she could speak, Riku bent down a bit to quietly tell Namine something.

"There's a sewage grate somewhere behind us. If you take it, there's a gizmo that will lead you up to one of the buildings overlooking the racetrack. Don't know about you, but a good aerial shot might be something to capture for later."

Namine grinned. "Thank you Riku." she said before giving him a small peck on his cheek. The young Keyblade master's face gleamed with a humble blush as he stood tall again, almost as if he had never moved at all. Namine laughed a bit at it before leaving.

Finding, and getting into, the grate had not been an issue. It did take her awhile to navigate the gizmo, though. But it was all worth it once she got to the top of a particular building. Namine let out a soft 'Oh...' of wonder as she sat down near the edge facing the racetrack. Riku was right- this was a good place to work. If only she was able to use larger sketch paper in her travelling kit.

When she was finished, Namine very quickly tried to find Riku again. She shouted his name after spotting him. He barely had time to turn around before she proudly displayed her new drawing to him.

"Do you think Queen Minnie will like it?" she asked, rather breathlessly.

Riku looked at her before looking down at the drawing. He put on a wide smile before telling her, "She's going to love it. It's perfect."

. . .

That story had brought about a rather brighter mood in the other girl.

"Did Queen Minnie like the drawing?" she asked. "You did give it to her after the festival, right?"

A sense of pride welled in Namine's heart, leading her to sit a bit straighter. "She loved it." she grinned. "She immediately had the brooms take it to the gallery to be expanded and mounted. You should have seen the look on Riku's face. He was as proud as I was, and probably more surprised!"

"I could only imagine." the other girl laughed. "Oh!" she then said, "Have you ever gone someplace with a view so nice that you just couldn't replicate it no matter how hard you tried? It's hard to recreate any atmosphere, in my opinion. I wanna know if you ever tried to as well."

Namine let out a soft hum as she thought about it. She let out a small noise of realization when it came to her.

"I did once before, yes." she agreed. "Since Kairi's parents don't mind me staying with them, I was able to join her, Riku, Wakka, Tidus, and Selphie to a beach party they had. It was still summer vacation, if I remember correctly. And Tidus really wanted to have a girls versus boys match..."

. . .

"Head's up!" Tidus shouted before serving the volleyball over the net.

"Cheater!" Selphie shouted back as Kairi managed to spike the ball back. Tidus only gave a rather sinister cackle back. However, at that point, no one was able to break their concentration just to smack talk each other.

Namine watched as Kairi and Selphie worked against Tidus and Riku in a rather well matched volleyball tourney. Wakka wasn't too far away- he had lost a bet earlier and had to make food for everyone. The smell of pineapples and fish hung in the air. It was the warmth of the midday sun that Namine loved the most. The feeling enveloped its way around her like a comforting hug. She let out a soft sigh as she got a bit more comfortable.

The sudden urge to draw made her fingers twitch.

This wasn't a good spot for it, though. She was too close to the others for anything but sand to get onto the paper than color. As much as she loved watching the volleyball match, it was still a bit too distracting. Namine started to get up and casually looked around for a better spot to draw. It didn't take long for her eyes to train to a crow's nest not far from the shore. It was part of a large treehouse that seemed to encompass the island. She looked back at her friends for a moment before quietly leaving them. If anyone noticed she was going, they certainly didn't question her about it.

After getting herself situated at the higher point, Namine found herself gaping at the scene below her. Her friends happily playing on the beach, the light reflections off the water, and even the island holding the paopu tree providing a view so beautiful, so rich, that she wasn't even aware that she was opening her caboodle at first. Seeing the Destiny Islands through Sora's heart was nothing compared to the real thing. Was it possible just to freeze time here and let everything else wash away? She smiled a bit to herself. She did have a way to freeze time, in a way.

The only unfortunate thing was that she wouldn't be able to capture it all. She couldn't encapsulate the smell of the sea, or the sounds of Tidus demanding the girls had leverage over him for some reason. She gave a small smile as she continued to work. Most of her effort was spent trying to reflect the sea around them. A certain impatience came over her as she carefully did each detail. You always had to start with the big stuff, then go down smaller. She was just so eager to capture this moment, anyway she could, that she was always picturing this drawing when it was done.

Namine had to force herself to stop after an hour. Her hands were starting to hurt, and her stomach was growling for food. She cracked her knuckles, barely relieving the tension in them, before putting her stuff away. There would always be time to clean the picture up later. For now, she needed to rejoin her friends.

. . .

And so, we were brought back to our initial setting- the banquet in Radiant Garden.

Namine had thought at first that this would be the perfect opportunity to work on drawing food. But the actual banquet itself had a lot more activity than she was anticipating. There were too many people at the tables to have space to stand at for a few minutes, and she had tried to get a plate for herself to take elsewhere- the allure of delectable aromas wouldn't let her go far without wolfing everything down. So she decided to get a higher view.

To her luck, there was a balcony overlooking the main area. It wasn't blocked off or anything, so Namine quietly crept her way to the top. She found a place to carefully overlook the area and found herself at awe. Even if she was aware that someone was behind her, she probably wouldn't have known it at first.

"Namine!" a voice suddenly said in surprise. Namine jumped a good foot before turning her attention to the newcomer. She relaxed a little when she found it was just Xion.

"Xion..." the blonde girl sighed. "It's just you."

"Am I interrupting you? I'm sorry. I'm not interested in food, and the boys are really going at it, so I really wanted to do this writing exercise where you describe an atmosphere, and..."

"No, no, no. You're fine." Namine insisted. She moved her stuff a bit before gesturing for Xion to sit down next to her. "Here," she offered, "Sit next to me. The view is nice from this area."

Xion smiled in thanks before carefully sitting down. She looked out over the balcony and gasped.

"You're right, this is a good view!" Xion marveled. Her eyes expanding in wonder. "This is the perfect place for Ebba to plant a listening device onto an enemy!"

"Ebba?" Namine wondered. "Who's Ebba?"

At Namine's confusion, Xion's face lit up in a deep scarlet.

"She's my... I think Pence called it 'self-insert.' It's a character that's based on me, but sometimes has a few differences. I've based most of the stories I write on stuff I did in the Organization. It's helped a lot with trying to cope with it. You know?"

Namine shrunk a little. "Yeah..." she agreed in a tiny voice.

"But it's real fun too!" Xion told her, trying to divert the heavy topic a bit. "I base everyone in story with someone in real life! You should see the guy I based on Xemnas... I do a lot of mean things to him."

Namine let out a small chuckle. But then a thought occurred to her.

"You based the characters in your story on us?"

"Of course I did!" she happily declared, her blush growing a bit, besides. "Roxas is Lucas, Master Aqua is head knight Meikai, I even have Pluto as the brave pup Mercury!"

"Do... Do you have someone based on me?"

Xion paused for a moment. Her face going still. However, just as quickly, her smile came back as wide as ever.

"Not yet, but I can!" she decided. She hummed a bit as she thought it over some more. "But I don't have to if you don't want to. I think I'll call her... Syrena."

"Syrena..." Namine hummed in thought. She then gave a bright smile in appreciation. "I like it."

"Great!" Xion beamed. She let out a rather contented sigh before asking, "What about you? Why did you come here?" She looked down at Namine's sketchpad and art supplies for a moment then added, "Did you come all this way just to draw?"

After some hesitation, Namine told her. Carefully, and in her own time. Xion listened intently- only asking questions when Namine was done relating a certain day. When the subject came back around to where they were, Xion seemed to understand much better.

"I get it now." she said.

"You do?" Namine wondered.

Xion gave a thoughtful little nod before explaining, "It's easier for you to draw when it's more quiet. That was how it was before. I think it's great that you're still drawing, even though you started because you were held hostage by the Organization. But the Organization didn't give you the skill you have, Namine. That’s all your own. Kinda like how writing is my special thing. We have ways to just... be ourselves, you know? It's comforting. It's like knowing that, even though we didn't start out in this world with our own goals or ideals, we can make them on our own now. We're free now, Namine. Free to do whatever we want."

Namine absently hugged her sketchbook. "I like that thought." she admitted. "I never really saw it that way before, either. Drawing is something that I know I can do. Something that won't harm others. But you are right- it's what makes me... me. Thank you."

Xion grinned. A wide, bright grin that could have lit up a room. It gave Namine an idea.

"What does Ebba look like?" she questioned, at the same time she pulled out one of her sketching pencils. "Does she look just like you, or are there a lot of differences?"

There was a moment of confusion on Xion's face, then a bright flicker of joy. Not a second after, she burst into a long babble about her character. She even used her arms to illustrate certain concepts and mannerisms. Namine laughed, and did her best to keep up. Xion was so passionate about her characters- it almost made Namine jealous. For the next few hours, Namine did a blend of Xion's idea for Ebba, while Xion herself got to writing about how Ebba got to meet a new acquaintance; a mysterious girl named Syrena, who -while mostly shy- was very well loved.

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kookies2000 · 4 years ago

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I estimated this story to be 3 or 4 chapters. So that's why I may skip some days. It also gives me time to get all caught up by the hype! The Owl House season 2 intro, theories, fangirling, Amphibia getting their True Colors release date and a flipping warning card!!!! How did they get a warning!?!??!? Ok ok, I'm calm. So here's chapter 2!!!

Chapter Two

After what seemed like hours of utter darkness, Gandra could feel a slight pressure on her hand. Someone was moving it around, tinkering with the nanties she had inserted. She groaned in pain but didn't want to get up. She could feel herself laying down against something hard and cold. Boy was she going to have a backache when she gets up. She felt a sudden shock against her index finger making her jerk it back.

"She flinched!" She could hear his voice chime in relife. He must've been calling to her for hours, each time becoming more desperate. So a reaction must've been like striking gold for him. She could feel a warm hand landing on her shoulder, shaking her lightly while he spoke in a voice filled with worry, "Gandra……. hear me?..... Can you….."

His voice was muffled as if someone had their hands over her ears. She felt like her blood boiling and her body felt like it was set in fire. She felt the hand leave her shoulder and back to her hand. She felt the man move around the nanites, clearly trying to fix whatever damage he could find. In a split second, she felt a strong bolt of electricity shoot through her body. The sudden pain was enough to make her sit up, surprising the scientist that was with her.

"Ow!" The two shouted in unison. Gandra held onto her forehead, her eyes still shut from all the pain she felt.

"You're awake……" Fenton mumbled with a mix of relief and pain. Before she could even get a look at him, the duck wrapped his arms around her and held her in a tight hug, "Gracious a Díos! You're awake!"

"Yeah…….." Gandra had no idea how to reacreact. She held up her hand to see her nanites were finally fixed, "How did you fix them?"

"The real question is how did you break them?" Fenton finally let go of her. He held onto her hand and examined it to make sure nothing was wrong.

"They kinda got damaged after Beaks threw me. It was just a crack and I thought I could fix it myself but you can take a guess at how well that went." The female scientist answered, her eyes wandering around her surroundings. She recognized this place all too well.

"I was able to sustain the core and fix up any broken wires. Are you feeling ok?" Fenton asked her.

"Hm? Uh yeah! Just didn't recognize the lab without all the hearts and flowers," Gandra chuckled, placing her attention on him again,"I'm also just really shaken up. How did you even take me all the way to your lab? Didn't my nanites electrocute you?"

"Oh they did. I had to get Manny to help me out just so I didn't faint while fixing your nanites." Fenton revealed. He took a seat near the table Gandra was sitting on. He glanced down at a notebook deep in thought. Nothing but silence filled the lab, the windows letting in a small amount of sunlight from the sunrise. Gandra let out a small sigh before hopping off the table.

"Thanks for everything suite. I owe you one." she softly told him as she took a few steps away from him. Fenton glanced up at her in surprise as if he wasn't expecting her to start leaving so soon.

"Why didn't you go to the hospital?" Fenton was able to stop her before she could leave. Gandra froze on her path, her back turned towards him.

"It's not like they would know what to do," Gandra said in a soft tone again, "I highly doubt they cover nanite malfunctions in Medical School."

"Right, makes sense." Fenton fidget with his fingers, trying to find some words that'll start a conversation.

"Something on your mind?" Fenton looked back up to see Gandra was now facing him and a few steps closer.

"Yeah…. I mean no! I mean…." Fenton groaned a bit, why couldn't he say anything?

If there was no bad blood between them why was it so awkward to even speak to her?

"You're just as awkward as the day I met you." He heard Gandra chuckle.

"I-I am?" Fenton stuttered a bit. Gandra gave a single nod while her small smile melted away.

"Of course, you do have a reason to be awkward now." She mumbled. Her head tilted down and eye's staring down on the floor, "If it means anything, I'm sorry for everything. I'm actually really surprised."

Surprised?" Fenton said in a questioning tone.

"After the whole, you know, stealing the Gizmo suite situation, I was sure you wouldn't pick up your phone for me. Let alone help me like that." Gandra said, her voice giving a small hint of guilt.

"Why wouldn't I help you?" Fenton asked, he didn't want her to feel like she wasn't worth saving. In his eyes, everyone is worth saving for at least one reason.

"Oh I don't know, maybe because I was the reason you almost lost your suit, got crushed by Beaks and got the kids kidnapped?" Gandra listed the reasons, clearly hating herself for this.

"That doesn't mean I should leave you to get electrocuted at an alleyway," Fenton assured her, his body leaning forward and against the deak, "It wouldn't be right to leave you just because of a grudge or the past. I'm glad you called me and I'm glad you weren't injured any more than being electrocuted."

Gandra gave a smirk, her face still looking down at the ground, "You heros are something else."

Fenton laid back in his chair again, feeling a bit more relaxed but with a few more thoughts in his head, "Did you think I wasn't going to help you?"

"I wouldn't blame you, I don't even know if I would save me either." Gandra answered a little too fast.

"Not the best mindset to have." Fenton told her.

"I know," She sighed, feeling disappointed in herself. After a few seconds of silence, she opened her mouth to say something else but nothing seemed to want to come out. When she felt like she ran out of things to say, she turned around and went straight towards the elevator. Fenton stood up, surprised by her sudden actions.

"Wait," He called out but Gandra already pushed the button. She turned her head to glance back at the male scientist, worry and confusion plastered on his face, "Can we at least talk….. about……. you know….. stuff out?"

Fenton trailed off, completely unsure of what he wanted to say. Gandra wasn't sure what to say either, she didn't really want to talk about what happened, at least not now. Her eye's glanced around, her mind trying to figure out what to say. Soon, she spotted a familiar looking picture on Fenton's lab desk. A pink heart shaped frame with a picture of them and the words I survived the first date painted on it. Gandra let out a short snort of amusement when she saw it. Trailing where she was looking, Fenton quickly stood in front of the picture frame, blood already rushing to his cheeks.

"Huey gave that to me!" He said rather quickly, "As a souvenir."

"It's cute," Gandra told him. He couldn't see it but she had a smile forming on her beak, "What if we talk things out tomorrow? Lunch? I'll pay."

"Tomorrow?" Fenton almost stuttered.

"Of course, think of it as me repaying you back for what you did for me." A ding cued the elevator doors to open. She stepped inside and glanced back at Fenton who seemed surprised, "It's the least I could do Suite."

The moment the doors closed, Fenton stared on with a blank expression. He blinked a few times before looking down at the framed picture, thinking about what just happened. His first date ended in a disaster, he meets up with her again in the most unexpected way and now they're going out to lunch?

"Maybe we can finally smooth things out." Fenton thought out loud, a little smile forming on his face. Again, it's not like they had any bad blood between them right?

Hope you guys like it so far!

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #fan fic #fan fiction #fenton x gandra #ducktales fenton #fenton crackshell cabrera

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nishaapologist · 4 years ago

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a skyscraper is a bit like a vault, but it goes up instead of down (Fallout 4, Sarah Lyons/NBi!LW, First Sentinel AU)

it's been a while since my last lil fic, but the idea of rookie up a skyscraper jumped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone. whilst i don't think rookie has agoraphobia from their vault years, they definitely think heights are just a little terrifying. what can they say? they're a mole person by nature.

(Sarah's pronouns are she/her, Rookie's pronouns are they/them)

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Rookie's laughter is infectious, and easily earned, but for the past two hours it's been decidedly nervous in a way that's taken on a broadly hysterical vibe every time they so much as glance outside to see the looming shape of Boston below.

In Sarah's defence, she had warned them that this particular mission had heights involved.

To be perfectly honest, climbing up the precariously decayed skyscrapers that litter downtown isn't exactly her favourite thing to do either, but it's that terrifying dilapidation that means even the most intrepid scavengers haven't dared to ascend the heights themselves, leaving the stuff that's survived within mostly untouched by anything but time for over two-hundred years. The rarities that lie in wait are highly sought after by the right people, some items verging on priceless, and as such are often only just worth the risk inherent to get them back to ground level in the first place. Of course, the downside is that since Sarah's found herself in the thick of the Commonwealth's latest bout of faction drama, she's the one often called upon to find said things in the first place, and she's been running up and down so many sets of stairs that her calves are in better shape than they've ever been.

Rookie had insisted they come with for this particular expedition. Insisted.

"You doing okay back there?" Sarah calls, very pointedly trying not to look down. They'd just opened a door directly into open air - shunted from a relatively intact interior into a room where half of it now lies in the rubble below - giving them a prime view of the Commonwealth alongside a dizzying drop below, and Rookie's laughter had kicked itself up another notch into a tone Sarah would categorise as unstable. "Or do you wanna wait inside?"

"So the floor can give way underneath me?!" Rookie shouts back, entirely too loud even against the whistle of the wind. "No thanks! Just- just lead the way. I'm right behind you."

The stairwell upwards is marked by another closed door, set into the remains of the wall to Sarah's right, but the only real surface Sarah would be hard-pressed to call a floor is clinging to the barest edges of the room, the speckled tiles all slanted downwards and begging to dislodge under her feet. So, Sarah presses herself back, looking around for something to hold onto and finding a dangling cable overhead, slipping free of what could feasibly be described as a ceiling if one had a very generous description of what a ceiling actually constituted. Whatever. She reaches up, gets a good hold on it, and then starts shuffling along, inch by painstaking itch.

"Must be nice, being six-foot-dipshit," Rookie says with a painfully enforced cheer, as their only place to hold onto is Sarah's free hand, gripped painfully tight. It's... not ideal, because if they slip, Sarah stands very little chance of saving both of them from plummeting below if she gets dragged down too. "Jesus, Sarah. This had better be worth it."

Sarah hopes the same. Running around finding tech for the faction that betrayed her, and one that she fully intends to bring to its knees, isn't exactly her idea of a good time, but the Brotherhood are surprisingly lenient about letting some mysterious wastelander with a phobia of showing her face to people run around freely so long as she does as she's told, which Sarah is exploiting mercilessly. She obeys her orders (within reason), she does their stupid busywork (slightly less within reason), and she climbs up buildings that sway in the wind to find some dumb gizmo that's been shoved in a desk since before the bombs dropped (which isn't reasonable at all). At least back in her day it was busywork that came packaged with actual work, like killing super mutants or helping out a settlement against raiders, but no such luck here.

Not that it matters. So long as she hands in tech and find technical documents and clears out ghouls and whatever the shit, they don't care who she is, and that's just perfect.

"C'mon," she murmurs, lost almost entirely to the wind. "You got this."

It feels like it takes hours - the floor creaks and Rookie yelps at the sound, and more than once, a tile slips free and goes sailing downwards, the sound of it smashing against the ground below taking too many seconds to reach them to be comfortable. Rookie's looking unhealthily pale, and they swallow thickly, fix their eyes to a point on the horizon, and keep moving.

"Guess there weren't a lot of heights in DC to be afraid of, right?" Sarah says lightly, because this is the exact kind of situation to make jokes in, in her experience. "We took all that flatness for granted."

"I'm from a hole in the ground," Rookie hisses between locked teeth. "Ground level is already, like, a lot for me. Nobody should ever need to be this high up. Christ."

Well, Sarah can't argue with that one. Sure, maybe they needed all these floors for when the population wasn't restricted to the thousands at best, but even then... she eyes up the distant spires of the neighbouring high-rises and, well, part of her is pretty convinced it boiled down to a dick-measuring contest unlike any other. "Think of it like a cliff. A really, really tall cliff. Besides, this place has been standing this here long, right? What makes us two so likely to make it fall over n-"

As if on her cue, there's a low, long groan that reverberates all around, and Sarah swears she feels the building tilt behind her, Rookie now making swift progress from laughter to hyperventilation. Above, something clangs and bangs, which precedes an old filing cabinet falling from a higher floor, making Rookie jump as it tumbles past in a blur.

One Nuka Quantum, Sarah thinks to herself the split-second it's out of sight. Two Nuka Quantum, three Nuka Quantum, four-

The clatter from below echoes for miles, metal crunching like a tin can underfoot, and Sarah can only imagine how it must've compacted on impact. She tries not to. "Okay. Alright. Just... keep on moving."

Rookie nods once, their mouth clamped shut and their every breath accompanied by a wheeze, and their hand is now disgustingly sweaty against Sarah's palm. Or maybe that's her sweat. Probably both.

Inch by inch, Sarah gets closer to the door, hoping beyond hope that there isn't just a sheer drop beyond it where the stairs used to be, and as soon as she hits the corner and shuffles gingerly around to bring it just within touching distance, she untangles her hand from the cable above. Now, if either of them fall, they're both absolutely fucking screwed, and she once again choose not to think about it. Instead, she reaches over, grasping for the inch-wide opening down the middle, and in the same instant she manages to wrench the door halfway open, she drags herself and Rookie towards it with all the force she can muster, both of them tumbling through into a dark stairwell. So dark, in fact, that it takes Sarah a second to realise she didn't just shut her eyes in preparation for the freefall that might've been laying in wait. There's absolutely no natural light in the stairwell, given there's no windows, no lights, and absolutely no missing walls. It takes second for Sarah to realise that's a good thing.

"Jesus!" Rookie shouts, and unlike the awful endless echo is outside, this bounces right off the four solid walls like a blessing. "Fucking hell, if we survive this, you can tell those Scribe dipshits to get absolutely stuffed! Are you fucking kidding me with this?"

Sarah doesn't contest any of that, given she's absolutely inclined to agree. She bends down, hands on her knees, and takes in a few breaths of dusty, stifled air. Another blessing that sure doesn't feel like one. "Alright. Alright. We're good." Then, she stands up, and casts her gaze towards the mesmerising swirl of the twisting stairs above, leading up to the higher reaches of this skyscraper. "Just another, like, ten floors to go."

Rookie blinks, looks up also, and then gives Sarah a deceptively innocent stare. "On second thoughts," they say mildly, "you can go get stuffed first."

Yeah, Sarah thinks. She'd have said the same.

#fallout #fallout 4 #sarah lyons #lone wanderer #rookie reeves #my writing #rookie on the 20th floor: HUBRIS HUBRIS HUBRIS HUBRIS AAAAAA

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