#clip fic

[sgt-scottymoreau]

First birthday

Summary: The 141 found out about Scotty's birthday.

Warning: None

Words: 966 // Masterlist

A/N: It's August 30th. Which means Scotty's birthday (and mine) so here have a little fic about her first bday with the 141 ❤️

It was a rather calm day at the base. The usual day anyone would take to finish to fill reports and double check on what had been put on hold for a long time. Ghost lifted his eyes from his screen to see her again on her phone. If it was that boring, why wasn't she talking to him? Whatever Scotty was looking at least it brought her a smile. Gaz passed behind her and glanced at her phone. Whoever was sending her message, it wasn't a language he recognized. "What does that mean?" He asked, leaning a little closer. "Ge..Geluck… Ver.."

"Gelukkige verjaardag." She scoffed at his attempt. "It's dutch, it means happy birthday."

By the number of messages he saw with the same words… "Wait, it's your birthday? Today?" 

Scotty realized that she never told anyone and honestly had not expected to do it. Her days back at boot camp, before she joined the BSF, still felt like pain when she remembered the first time anyone figured out her birthday. Over the years, this date also became more of a regular one. It was a day like any other, nothing special really. It wasn't like she was a kid. As she grew older, it was less of a party with friends and balloons. In the past five years, it was hanging out with some friends in a calm restaurant and that was it. That is if she wasn't on the field. Not that she didn't consider the 141 friends. She did, it just never crossed her mind to tell them anything. "Yes." She replied sheeply. 

Gaz grabbed her by the shoulders. "You should have told us! Happy birthday!" He gave her a hug.

"Thanks. I mean, you know it's just a day like all the others, no need to bother anyone with this." 

"Bother? Come on, Scotty. It's your day, enjoy. I-" 

A loud creak on the floor stopped their conversation. They both looked in the direction of the noise only to see Ghost's chair empty, still spinning. Gaz and Scotty looked at each other confused. Soap eventually came into the room. "What's with Lt? Never saw him running that fast before." 

"Don't know, maybe he got an important email." Scotty replied, ready to go back to her papers. 

"Soap, it's her birthday!" Gaz ratted her out. She glared at him. Soap was surprised. 

"Wait what! Why didn't you tell me! Come here!" He opened his arm ready for the hug. She shook her head and embraced it. Obviously, he had to double down on the tightness, almost breaking her spine, and lifted her up off the floor. She laughed begging him to not break any bones, she needed them still. Gaz then joked that they should make her a cake or something, at least to make it special. Scotty kept begging them to not mind it, it was fine. But once Soap had an idea, you couldn't take it away from him. He grabbed Gaz and told him that they needed to do something quick. She shook her head, having a little idea of what it could be. They indeed came back not long after with a muffin and a candle. Probably found at the mess hall. Price followed not far behind. Wishing her the same as everyone. It wasn't much, but they wanted to make a small gesture. She thanked them. 

Between all of that Ghost hadn't shown up back. Must have been something very important. Everyone was back to their work and she found herself alone in the room. She had returned typing the few pages she had to fill in before she could move on to another task. Her eyes looked at the screen one last time to make sure all was good. With a sigh of approval, she allowed herself a minute of break. Her phone buzzed. It was probably more birthday wishes. She checked it and saw a message from Ghost who asked her to come to the rooftop. The one they often used for some quick time together. Without too much thought she made her way there. 

She pushed the staircase's door and saw him standing, arms in his back. Scotty frowned, that was a strange behavior. "What do you wanted to talk about, sir?" She teased. 

"I'm not good with gifts… but I thought… this might do." From his back, Ghost revealed a small bouquet. Scotty's eyes went from it to Ghost a few times before she could process what was happening. "Happy birthday, Camille." 

"Wait.. when…" It hit her in the face. "Did you… Is that why you ran away so fast?"

"Figured I could do something for you at the last minute because you didn't tell me anything."

She grabbed the bouquet, with a soft smile on her lips. "Didn't take you for the kind of man who would do that. Thank you, Simon." 

Whenever they used their first name, it always made them feel something warm inside. Telling him about birthday wasn't something she had in mind when she knew he was still struggling with expressing his emotions. He probably even looked up what he could do. The intention was nice. "Can I ask for something else?"

Ghost raised his eyebrows behind the mask. "What?"

"Is a kiss too much or acceptable?" She scoffed. 

He smiled. He lifted his mask just enough to free his lips and press them against hers. When he broke the kiss, he noticed the gaze she had. "What more?"

"Now that you know when my birthday is, are you… going to tell me about yours?"

"No. I don't do birthdays, love. Not my thing."

She pouted. "Fine. Thanks again for the flowers." 

What Ghost wasn't aware of was that she had a plan to surprise him eventually. 

[almondcroissantsandink]

something soft based on this fic by @hero-in-waiting because I spent like a week reading it, saw a good pose reference on Pinterest, and promptly blacked out

[soosoosoup]

critters

[fowlfics]

the laws of tragedies, by @annabelle--cane

[jq37]

Aelwyn is sixteen and preparing for midterms at Hudol. Uniform pressed and starched, head full of incantations and spell components. She doesn't mean to bump into Adaine and get orange juice all over her shirt but today isn't the day she's going to start showing weakness.

"You know, you really should watch we're you're going," she says archly, playing off the clumsy mistake as a purposeful jab.

Playing it off a bit too well because, the next thing she knows, Adaine is flipping her off and a bolt of queasy looking, green energy is coming towards her. Ray of Sickness. And she can't spare the spell slot for Counterspell because she needs it for her exams.

"You little bitch!" Aelwyn says once she's emptied the contents of her stomach down the front of her shirt.

"Good luck with your exams," Adaine says sweetly.

Aelwyn is eighteen and the oldest, mangiest cat she's ever seen in her life has just vomited on her shoes.

"My," she says, casting a shield spell around her ankles to stop the cat from clawing at them. "You weren't kidding. He is a little bastard, isn't he?"

The shelter volunteer looks mortified. "Oh, gods! I am so sorry. I tried to warn you--I mean, not that I'm blaming you but--"

"No, it's alright. I did ask you to show me stragglers."

The shelter worker gestures to another pen on the other side of the room. "I can show you the kittens we just got in or there are some very well behaved older cats as well if you'd--"

But Aelwyn cuts her off, scooping up the old cat--though she holds him at arm's length for now, just to be safe. "No need. I haven't changed my mind. I'll take this one." She looks at the tag on his collar. "Hector."

Aelwyn is three and, as of a month ago, no longer the youngest Abernant.

She's had baby dolls in the past but never a baby sister and this is exciting new territory. She's full of questions. When is she going to be able to walk? When is she going to be able to talk? When will she be old enough to have lembas bread instead of formula?

Her parents seem less fascinated by the new addition to the family than she is but her mother is amused when she slaps away the hand of a colleague of her father's who tried to touch Adaine before sanitizing his hands, standing between the much larger man and her sister.

"So defensive. Perhaps she'll be an abjurer."

When Aelwyn asks what that is, her mother says that it's a kind of magical protector and she likes that a lot. That sounds like a good thing to be.

At night, Adaine cries. Except, she doesn't hear it because the mobile above her crib is etched with runes that cast the Silence spell.

"But what if she gets hurt?" Aelwyn asks.

Her father brushes her off. That's what the Unseen Servants are for. But she thinks that's what an abjurer might be for too and even though she isn't one yet, that doesn't mean she can't start practicing.

So, every night, Aelwyn waits until her parents have put Adaine down for bed and then tiptoes into her room. She checks to see if Adaine is silently wailing and if she is (and even sometimes if she isn't) she presses her face between the bars of the crib and sticks her little hand over Adaine's face.

"Don't cry," she says, even though the Silence spell mutes her words as completely as the tears. "Mum said I'm an abjurer. Nothing will get you. Don't cry, baby."

Adaine grabs her hand with impressive grip strength for something so small and, within a few minutes, she's trancing peacefully.

Aelwyn is seventeen and her sister is off to save the world again. This time from a Night Yorb--whatever that is.

It feels cruel that Adaine should have to go risk her life again so soon after she just almost died--not almost died, she did die before being raised by her cleric.

She wants to come with, to help in some way. Surely she could be helpful--last quest they brought Gilear for Helio's sake!

But Adaine doesn't ask her and she can't bring herself to say the words she needs to have the conversation she wants. So, instead, she lightly whaps Adaine on the shoulder with her spellbook as she's packing for the quest.

"I know you haven't done much studying lately what with your grades being based on how many hobgoblins you kill or whatever ridiculous system Aguefort has cooked up," Adaine rolls her eyes at that, "But if you don't mind a little cram session before you leave tomorrow, I can show you how to cast Teleport like I said. Might help you stay a touch less dead on your quest."

Her tone is light but her eyes betray her: Please, please, please don't die again.

Adaine's expression softens but then she scoffs, playing her half of their game. "I don't know what a Hudol dropout who's been in jail for the past year is gonna teach me but do your best."

Aelwyn is seven and her father is cross with her.

"Really Aelwyn," he says and even though they're talking via crystal she can feel the frost of his glare. "You thought it was appropriate to call me at work for no good reason? How many times have I told you and your sister to not bother me while I'm working."

She hates the word bother. She doesn't want to be a bother. She tries very hard not to be. Maybe she just didn't explain herself well enough.

"I know, father. But Addy got really scared and panicky on the playground. She was breathing really hard and--"

Her father makes a noise of disgust. "I don't have time for this. She is in primary school now. Stop coddling her. And her name is Adaine, not Addy. Please speak properly. I'm raising you better than that."

He hangs up before she can say anything else.

Aelwyn is eighteen and most of the claw marks on her arms have healed, which is nice. On her lap asleep is Hector who has apparently decided he likes her enough to use her as a radiator but not enough to submit to medical treatment without using her arms as a scratching post.

"You little heat vampire," she says as she slides her thumb across the screen of her crystal, searching for a video that will help her out. Eventually she finds one that looks promising and she calls it up.

On the screen, a halfling is standing next to a cat who is actively shredding her sweater with its claws. "You're going to be tempted to use some kind of a shield spell when applying the ointment," says the halfling. "But cats can smell abjuration magic and they don't love it. You won't get close enough to do the job. Isn't that right my darling?"

In response, her cat hacks up a hairball.

"Darling indeed," she says under her breath.

But even laced with sarcasm, the word is sweeter against her tongue than she anticipated.

She sinks her hand into Hector's fur and scratches his back for a few moments before tentatively speaking aloud. "Sleeping well, my darling?"

Hector says nothing--he's asleep and a cat. But warmth blooms in Aelwyn's chest--more than enough to make up for what Hector is leeching from her.

Aelwyn is seventeen and her father has just given her the most horrible command she's ever received in her life--and she's counting being made to sink a ship full of people in that calculation.

She knows her father doesn't expect her to delicately extricate the knowledge he needs from Adaine's mind. He expects her to get it at all costs. To ransack and pillage the memories if necessary with no heed of the consequences on her psyche. He'd probably prefer it that way--the more broken Adaine is, the easier it will be to mold her into a version of herself that is more useful to him.

Aelwyn is usually a smooth talker and a convincing liar but now, she stumbles all over her words, babbling out a stream of deflections and pleas as her heart squeezes tighter and tighter in her chest until she can't hold back the truth that she's been suppressing for years anymore.

"Adaine's just…she's a baby."

Aelwyn is eighteen and her apartment is full of cats.

She's always thought that the phrase, "One thing led to another" was a bit of a cop out--clearly there were key steps between point A and point B being glossed over--but in this case, there is truly no better way for her to articulate how she went from zero cats to ten cats in such a short amount of time.

She's sure that if she was still living with Jawbone, he'd have something to say about it but that's exactly why she isn't currently living with Jawbone.

She portions out food for all of the cats, saving Hector for last because he likes to eat curled up next to her.

"My darling baby boy," she says, lifting him onto the couch with her because the jump up is a bit much for him and his old bones. She kisses him on the top of the head and then pulls out her crystal. She scrolls mindlessly for a bit before checking her messages despite the fact that there's conspicuously no notifications.

Not that she has many people to expect texts from but she hasn't heard from Adaine in a few weeks and it's unsettling. When they weren't getting along, they were still living under the same roof. She was able to keep tabs on her, more or less. Now, they're closer than they've been in ages but barely talking.

I'm the older sister, I suppose, Aelwyn thinks. I should take the initiative.

She pets Hector with one hand and drafts a message with another: Are you alive, bitch?

She's about to press send but then she frowns and deletes the draft. After a few moments of thought, she taps out a new message: Can't believe I'm gonna say this. Miss my little sister. Everything all right?

Aelwyn is seventeen--though she doesn't feel like it.

Her mind is telling her that she's sixteen and that she was just been broken out of a jail cell in Solace but Adaine is telling her that she's just been broken out of an entirely different prison after being tortured for months even though she doesn't remember any of that.

But her body feels frail and Adaine says she's been in her mind which means she must have used the hard reset.

She's suddenly feeling very vulnerable--not because of the disorientation or the of the levels of exhaustion she can feel weighing on her like leaden chains. No, it's because of the fact that Adaine using the reset means that she must have read the treacle-y note that she left there for her to find.

It was just an insurance policy, she tells herself. There was wisdom to buttering up your savior to make sure she'd do what you needed her to do.

She manages to mostly believe it. But the small, truthful part of herself that knows how deeply she meant the words is so uncomfortable that she antagonizes Adaine until she's annoyed enough to hit her with a spell, sending her into blissful unconsciousness.

Aelwyn is nineteen and she's going to kill her mother.

Well, not alone of course. Adaine deserves the kill at least as much as she does if not more. It'll be a group effort.

It's a strange mix--the cold fury at her mother mixed with the warmth she feels for her sister, sitting across the table from her. She summons a flame to her palm, a preview of what their mother has waiting for her. She watches Adaine's eyes harden with resolve and she sees the face of her baby sister, left to wail alone silently for hours, soothed by her presence. "Let's get her."

"Yes, my dear," she says, the endearment coming freely as if this has always been their dynamic. "We'll get her."

But there will be time for that later. Right now, it's time for ice cream and seeing Adaine so content in such a simple pleasure causes the warmth in her to surge so suddenly that it would be startling if it wasn't so pleasant. The urge to voice it is so powerful that she doesn't know that would have been able to stop it at any point in life, let alone now.

"I hope we get to eat ice cream and cast magic forever," she says, words that would have been impossible for her to say one short year ago and impossible not to say now.

And, to her delight, Adaine agrees.

[shellxrls]

bestfriend!jj x fem!reader and they go to the beach and jj gets a boner from seeing u in a bikini

you’re practically prancing around the chateau with your tits spilling out of your bra, fabric struggling to accommodate and letting fat slip out and crease at the corners.

jj can’t help but go love-struck everytime he sees you, eyes immediately gravitating to your tits while he grows red in the face, letting out a dry cough and blaming it on ‘dehydration’ when he catches john b eyeing him for his pervy behaviour.

“dude c’mon,” john b groans, smacking jj in the chest and redirecting his attention, “it’s like you’ll see anything with tits and you can’t even bother to put it in your spank bank for later, at least have the decency to wait until she’s gone before you bust man.”

“dude, john b, i do not know what you’re talking about, i'm just admiring a beautiful woman right now,” jj defends, holding his hands up and shrugging in surrender.

“jj, you have half a fucking chub right now.”

jj’s head snaps downward, and he rushes to cover his dick, protectively placing two hand over his crotch before staring john b down.

the brunette sighs exasperatedly, “look, bro— you might as well just go jerk one out in the toilet right now, but don’t come back until you’re ready to stop creeping on her.” with that john b turns, dropping his head in his hands and leaving jj to stand there admittedly defeated.

[frijolebean]

I would kill for a fic that included them forced to work together or something in Wayne enterprises. I think it would be so fun the shenanigans that would come from this.

Maybe if I can think up of a plot myself I might give it go. Though its unlikely I'm already trying to write another fic and it's taking 100% of my brain power😭

Feel free take this idea from me please I would love to read anyone's or everyone's version

[manchesterau]

the switch into and out of sister daniel is like watching a performance

[theminecraftbee]

Tango lies back against the walls of Decked Out. Their guests have left now. Most of the Hermits have left by now too. He’s spent the last hour helping clean up and setting the dungeon up to be ready for non-guests again, closing the paths he’d built for hermits to use the dungeon’s eyes for the day.

He kept finding little things as he did. Signs with dumb nicknames. The remnants of everything the hermits had done in the waiting room. Crumbs of Scarland snacks, and a few discarded maps. A museum ticket. A photo someone must have dropped of the finish line at Blue Rivers Raceway. As the lights came up to help him clean, he’d just… he’d…

He’d had to sit down. He’d sat down outside of the door. That’s where he is now. The day is late. The sky is dark. The lights of Hermitcraft are lit on the horizon. Decked Out is cold, and Tango’s chest is warm.

He’s smiling. He’s crying.

He hears rockets and footsteps. “Hey, Tango, sorry for leaving you with cleanup, since I helped set this up I thought I should—”

Grian stops. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Tango says.

“You sure?” Grian asks.

“I just. I didn’t think we’d live to see this, this time two years ago. But we’re here, aren’t we? We’re here, and it’s perfect.”

Grian considers for a moment before smiling himself. “Yeah, it was pretty great, wasn’t it?”

They both stay there next to each other to finish watching the sunset. Then, they both go inside to finish making Decked Out presentable once again.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Nightmares (Halloween)

Summary: None really, only a small fic for the spooky season inspired by the Alone skin. With a small twist :)

Warning: None

Words: 1.4k // Masterlist

A/N: None

The wind blew in the empty deserted hallway. A few dead leaves rolled on the cracked cement as her boots crushed the ones who came under her path. Her flashlight paved the way in the darkness in front, to a certain extent. Scotty didn’t like to be here. A gut feeling telling her that she shouldn’t be. But she kept advancing, calmly. Whenever a door or an intersection approached, she carefully checked and made sure everything was clear. Her radio crackled. The voice that came through sounded muffled, distant. “Can you repeat your last?” 

“....looks…left wing…”

Scotty let out a groan. Radio reception was terrible here! Whatever was the order, she took a wild guess and went for the left wing of the building. Her steps echoed against the walls, the place being as empty as where she was before. Repeating the same pattern as before, every room was empty, safe for a mess of broken furnitures, papers covering the floor, water leaks, all that would make this place abandoned and eerie. “Scotty, do you copy?” Gaz’s voice finally came clear. 

“Yeah, glad to hear a familiar voice.”

“Likewise. Listen I can’t get a grip of the captain, nor Soap or Ghost. Do you have anything?”

“No, same silence. I did catch someone telling me to go left but it was so b-” A loud dial, screeching noise pierced her ear through the earpiece before Gaz was able to come back asking what the hell just happened. To be honest, none of them had any idea. 

“Need backup now!” Ghost requested. He showed signs of life! 

“Where!” She quickly asked. 

He gave his position and in a flash she was making haste there. First time she allowed herself to run since she sat foot in this forsaken place. Of course the atmosphere wasn’t creepy enough, the closer she got to him, the colder the air became. Her breath was fogging heavily by the time Scotty stopped. She called him a few more times on the radio, no answer. Neither from anyone else. She was alone again… 

Scotty gulped and returned to a more careful state, advancing slowly. Then it happened. A horrifying scream came from all directions. It didn’t sound like someone who was scared or in a fit of rage. No, it was this scream of pain, atrocious pain. Close to torture almost. Her blood froze, the grip around her gun tightened. “Ghost?” She whispered. No answer. She gulped. No reason to stay stationary, might as well keep going. The scream echoed once more. What the hell was going on?

A shadow flashed on the wall and vanished as fast as it appeared. Instinctively, Scotty turned her attention to this movement. She advanced, turned the corner and… found nothing but another empty hallway. A curse escaped her lips. This was getting ridiculous. Her light brightened the distance and a figure ran in front of her. Or two? Her thumb reached for the radio. “If you can hear me I need backup, possibly hostile at my position.” To hope that this message would reach anyone. Gun at the ready, she approached cautiously. Her footing avoided most of the debris. Her foot stepped on something hard that cracked under her weight. A glance and Scotty saw the bone. Part of her wished it was animal in origin, but on a better inspection, it was human. 

“Fuck, fuck… what the fuck it this place!” She cursed getting creeped even more. Another cracking noise from the back had her turning on her heels. She finally shone some light on all this. She held down a scream and stepped back. 

The man… or men? No, that wasn't human anymore. It shielded its eyes from the light with his mutated… one..two, three arms?! His vision adjusted to the brightness and it lowered its cover. Scotty felt nauseous all the sudden. The deformed, skin stretched, ripping in some place three headed monsters looked straight at her. “Ghost?” Her lips trembled in horror. 

His three melted arms reached for her, a groan came out in a strange anharmonic way from all the heads. No this wasn’t Ghost, it couldn’t be! He looked like he was fused, mushed together with different versions of himself. An experiment that went horribly wrong. Her heart raced, her breathing matched the speed as fear settled in her system. She didn’t remember the last time she felt this way. He moved on step, she adjusted her gun. “Stay where you are!” Scotty ordered firmly. Ghost stopped, his heads tilted to the side. Scotty tried once more to contact the rest of the team. Static over static. What was she supposed to do now? Shoot this monster down or attempt to be friendly? Was it Ghost or not? If it wasn’t, it looked a lot like him! The monster behavior shifted. His glassy eyes… six of them were focused on her. He let out a piercing shriek. Scotty let go one hand from her gun to cover her ear while turning to protect the other. He suddenly charged at her. Quickly, she fired a warning shot. That didn’t stop it. Scotty didn’t give it a second thought, she ran the opposite direction.

Her feet slipped on the floor around the corner, her hand grabbed the wall to prevent her from falling. The monster was always on her tail, his shadow projecting in a menacing way, reminding her that he was never really far behind. Scotty looked for an escape. Who builded this place? Hallways that stretched on and on forever! She jumped in a room, her gaze searched for a place to hide. She found a table and decided that it would be better than nothing. She crawled under the small space just as the monster turned to check the surroundings. His steps were heavy on the concrete, his breathing was ragged. It would be close to these zombies in the movies. Then it stopped. 

The room went silent. A deafening silence that scared her more than anything. He couldn’t have vanished in thin air, could he? Scotty didn’t dare to look, she held her gun close to her. A minute or five passed with no sounds. Maybe she was safe? Maybe… The three faces suddenly appeared right in front of her. By reflex, she screamed and kicked them away. The desk behind her broke and she made a run for it. Or tried. The monster grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her back. Scotty kicked it again. The jaw from one of the heads broke but that didn’t stop him. Her mind begged , urged her to shoot at the creature. But it was Ghost’s face. Faces… Despite how monstrous it looked... 

“No it’s not him!” Scotty yelled at herself. “You are not Simon!” Hands shaking, she aimed her rifle at the middle head. The muzzle on the forehead, she pulled the trigger. Another gruesome display. But at least the monster was dead. Panting, Scotty pushed herself away from its grip, tears builded in her eyes as reality of what happened hit her. Well what even happened? She was shaking, adrenaline slowly falling down. She had to contact someone. “Scotty in the blind, does anyone copy?” Another minute passed in silence. “Come on guys, this is not funny anymore!”  

The shadow grew bigger behind her. Her eyes watched in horror as it formed on the wall she was facing. The Ghost monster was rising! She looked over her shoulders. Stupid. Despite one missing head that exploded, it threw itself at her, jaws ready to bite. 

****

The scream she let out was enough to have him wake up in panic. Ghost’s hand flew to the light stand. He flipped around to see Scotty panting, eyes wide open in panic. “Everything is alright?” He worried. 

Scotty was awake but her body was always paralyzed. It took a good minute to be able to simply turn her head to look at Ghost. Her eyes frantically made out every one of his features. One head, two arms. Not flesh splitting into… God, it looked so real! Felt real. She regained sensation in her fingers first, then was able to move her arm to cup his face. “Y-yeah. Bad nightmare.”

“Want to talk about it?” Nightmares could be many things. 

“It’s alright. Just some silly thing. Straight out of a horror movie. I’m glad you have one head again.”

He frowned with a smile. What kind of dream was that? Scotty promised to tell him everything later, for now she wanted to sleep. She crawled in his arms. Ghost pressed a kiss on her forehead, stroked her hair till he heard the soft sleeping sound. Sure that she was good, he closed his eyes and fell back asleep.

[almondcroissantsandink]

*stuffs this in an envelope and mails it to the set of top gun 3* now here's how hangster can still win

[principalinstigator]

sometimes I think I was a bit delulu for this ship then I remember this is literally how Supergirl and Lena Luthor met

[biconickyoshi]

okay… I’m SEVERAL days late with this one lmfao. But this is my entry for @zukaangweek Day 5: Captured/Safe 🫂

I decided to make a comic of the tundra cave scene from my longfic The Avatar and the Fire Prince, an AU in which Zuko discovers Aang in the iceberg right after he’s banished at age 13 in 96 AG. So Zuko and Iroh are the first members of the Gaang, Zuko gets an early redemption arc, and Zuko and Aang are only a year apart in age 😇

This is from the finale chapter of Book 2: Water, wherein Zuko and Iroh have been missing for a couple weeks after they were kidnapped by some unknown Agna Qel’ans. However, just as Zuko finally makes it back to the Gaang, Zhao’s soldiers ambush the Spirit Oasis, and Zuko is forced to take Aang’s body and flee into the tundra to keep him safe. Aang is 13 and Zuko is 14 at this point in the story.

TAatFP fans, I know this is one of your favorite scenes, and it’s one of my favorites too, so I thought it would be perfect for this day’s prompt. Unfortunately it took me WAYYY longer to finish than I had initially thought, because for some reason I decided to do watercolors for the whole thing 😬 I literally started this on the actual prompt day and only just finished it last night lol.

I’m really happy with how it turned out though. I actually used a Lumity scene as a reference for the last part - TOH fans will probably know which one ☺️

edit: whoops I accidentally kept Zuko’s mittens on his hands when he pulls the hood over Aang’s head lmao just ignore that

[sentientsky]

i haven’t seen a single episode of x-files in its entirety. but this is canon because i said so. i’m chris carter btw xoxo

[ghostbsuter]

The reason Danny– and in turn, Phantom - nearly dropped kicked Wes into the sun was, because the ginger believes that Bruce Wayne is batman.

Batman.

And with that, the entire family of Mr Wayne being the batcrew.

Them.

Which was ridiculous, Danny watched this week's episode of "keeping up with the waynes", he's seen Mr Wayne in a bathrobe, trying to drink his omelette and his children being absolute chaos gremlins.

These people could NOT be the batman and Co. Of Gotham.

[crabsnpersimmons]

just wanted to say thank you for all the LOVE for Clip! he's happy to be here!

Clip is hella competitive 😅

and here are some doodles inspired by some of your comments and tags!

@nowiknowthislooksbad @normal-about-the-dca

he's having fun (: (the kind of fun i would hate because i don't like the sound of balloons popping..)

@vacantfields @petrixmuserb

i like to think the hair salon does these kinds of things for charity often. would you be in line? what would you pick?

@ramblingsofacotlfangirl @salamansir

oh dear..

@bennydunbar

loved this tag so i HAD to draw something for it--

oop well okay! i think that's enough for today! thanks again!