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Sadboi's Incredibly Strange Multifandom Adventure - Chapter 18: There Was Once a Dream

The group's next destination was the pixelated world of "Minecraft." Sadboi was very familiar with the game, although her own experiences playing were minimal. The world made Sadboi's cube head look somewhat normal amidst the landscape.

They arrived in a small village, where the villagers looked at them with a mix of curiosity and fear. The French Narrator, ever the charmer, stepped forward with a bow. "Bonjour, mes amis! Nous sommes les Gardiens de la Synthèse, et sommes ici pour aider à protéger votre monde!" His French accent resonated with the villagers, who nodded in understanding despite not fully grasping the language.

Sadboi, SpongeBob, and Patrick looked around, taking in the square houses made of blocks and the greenery that surrounded them. The French Narrator spoke to the villagers, using his vibesense to communicate their peaceful intentions. They explained that they were on a quest to purify corrupted lands and sought information about any recent disturbances.

Sadboi's eyeholes sparkled with infinite possibilities. Her glance darted around from the trees to the skies, the blocky horizon to the villagers' faces, all made up of the same square pixels she had seen so often on her computer screen. "Wow," she breathed, "This place is just like my old games."

The villagers, while initially wary, grew more comfortable with the group as they shared stories of their battles against the corrupted creatures that had plagued their world. They spoke of the endermen, mobs that grew stronger with the spread of the Dark Matter's influence, and of the withered skeletons that patrolled the nights, their bones rattling eerily in the moonlight.

Sadboi's eyeholes widened at the mention of endermen. She knew that, despite their terrifying exterior, they had their own inner worlds. They had their own form of communication that consisted of displacing blocks and distorted English phrases. She had always found the creatures of The End Dimension the most fascinating out of all the mobs.

The group set out into the pixelated wilderness, the French Narrator explaining the game's mechanics as they traveled. "You see," he said, gesturing to a block of grass, "everything here is made of cubes, or 'blocks'. You can mine these for resources, craft tools, and build magnificent structures." Sadboi nodded, having familiarized herself with the game's mechanics long ago. In fact, she was already collecting some wood from a tree.

As they ventured deeper into the world, they stumbled upon a group of endermen, their tall, dark forms looming ominously in the night. The villagers had told them that these creatures had been attacking more frequently since the corruption had spread. The tension grew thick as the endermen's purple eyes locked onto the group.

Sadboi murmured a warning, "Just don't look them straight in the eyes, they really, REALLY, don't like that…"

The endermen's gaze shifted to her, and she felt a shiver down her spine. They were known for their teleportation and block-stealing abilities, but she knew that at their core, they were misunderstood creatures, not inherently malicious. With a deep breath, she stepped forward, her hand outstretched. "We come in peace," she called out, her voice a blend of calm confidence and hope.

To her surprise, one of the endermen took a tentative step towards her, its eyes dimming slightly. The creature reached out a long, spindly arm and gently placed a block of diamond into her hand. The gesture was clear: an offering, a sign of acceptance. The French Narrator translated for the others, "It seems we've made a friend."

Sadboi's heart swelled with joy, and she returned the gesture, placing the diamond block into her inventory. "Thank you," she said, her voice gentle and respectful. The endermen's eyes glowed a soft blue, and they bowed in acknowledgment. It was a moment of understanding, a bridge built between two vastly different species.

The group continued their journey, now accompanied by their newfound allies. They traveled through vast biomes, from the lush forests to the barren deserts, each step bringing them closer to the source of the corruption. As they moved through the pixelated world, they encountered more corrupted mobs, each one a challenge that tested their growing unity and resolve.

One night, as they camped in a clearing, the sky above them suddenly went dark. The stars flickered and died, leaving only the cold, lifeless void of the Dark Matter's influence. The ground trembled, and the air grew thick with tension. The French Narrator looked up, his eyes narrowing in concern. "The final battle approaches," he announced.

Sadboi felt a knot in her stomach. She had faced many dangers in her travels, but this was different. This was the heart of the corruption, the very essence of the evil that threatened to consume everything she loved. She turned to her friends, their faces illuminated by the flickering light of the campfire.

"We're in this together," she said, her voice firm. "We've come so far, and we can't stop now. Let's show this Dark Matter what real friendship is made of!"

Her friends nodded, their expressions determined. They had been through so much together, and they knew that their bond was unbreakable. As they marched towards the final showdown, their spirits high despite the foreboding omens, they knew that they had the power to change the world.

Their path led them to a towering fortress, a monolith of corrupted stone and metal that loomed over the landscape. The Dark Matter's influence was palpable, a suffocating presence that threatened to consume all that was good.

But Sadboi and her friends were not deterred. They had faced darkness before, and they had emerged stronger. With a cry of "For the love of pixels!" they charged into the fray, their hearts beating as one.

The battle was fierce, the air thick with the crackle of energy and the clang of steel. They fought side by side, each using their unique abilities to carve a path through the enemy's defenses. The endermen teleported blocks to form walls and bridges, while SpongeBob's bubbles contained explosive Creepers and Patrick's brute strength toppled the corrupted mobs.

Sadboi, with her vibesense and her love for the games she had played, directed their efforts, coordinating the team like a skilled player in a multiplayer match. Her colors shifted and danced as she felt the emotions of the corrupted mobs, reaching out to them with her light.

In the heart of the fortress, they faced the ultimate challenge: the Dark Matter's avatar, a twisted creature of malice and despair. It towered over them, a writhing mass of black pixels that threatened to swallow them whole. But they were ready.

The French Narrator transformed into his most powerful form, the Kamen Rider Narrator of the Seas. "We are the guardians of synthesis," he declared. "And we will not be stopped!"

The avatar roared, its form pulsing with malevolent intent. But the group stood firm, their lights shining in the face of the abyss. Together, they unleashed a combined attack, a symphony of power and emotion that resonated through the very fabric of the world.

The avatar trembled and shrieked, its form beginning to break apart. The Dark Matter's grip on the world of "Minecraft" was loosening. With a final, desperate lunge, Sadboi drove her blade into the creature's core, and the world was bathed in a blinding light.

When the light faded, the avatar was gone, and in its place was a single, purified block of bedrock, a symbol of the world's rebirth that would stand forever. The corrupted mobs had disappeared, and in their place were the familiar creatures of the "Minecraft" world, blinking in the sudden brightness.

The endermen surrounding the group looked at them with new eyes, the blue of their gaze brighter and more welcoming. They had felt the purification, and they knew that they had found allies in these strange beings. One of them approached Sadboi and offered her a diamond sword, a weapon of peace and protection. She took it with a smile, feeling a new kinship with the creatures she had always admired from a digital distance.

The group rested for the night in the ruins of the fortress, their campfire casting flickering shadows across the now-safe landscape. They shared stories of their worlds and battles, their voices echoing off the stone walls. The French Narrator spoke of his origins in the world of Kamen Rider, while Sponge Bob regaled them with tales of his adventures in the deep sea. Each member of the group had their own unique background, but their shared experiences had brought them together.

As they slept, Sadboi lay awake, the glow of the sword in her hand casting a comforting light across her face. She thought of her past, the pain she had felt, and the friends she had made along the way. Her journey had been fraught with danger, but it had also been filled with joy and discovery. The warmth of the fire and the snores of her companions were a stark contrast to the cold, lonely nights she had spent hiding from the U.S. Supernatural Department.

In the morning, they set out to rebuild the village, their hearts and hands working in tandem with the endermen. The villagers watched in amazement as the corrupted land grew lush and green once more. The world of "Minecraft" had been saved, and the Dark Matter had been pushed back. But they knew that the battle was not over. The corruption was a persistent force, one that required vigilance and unity to keep at bay.

As the sun set on their first night in the reborn world, the friends gathered around the fire, their shadows dancing on the newly-crafted walls of the village. The French Narrator looked at them, his eyes reflecting the flames. "Our quest continues," he said, "but we must not forget the bonds we've forged here. Together, we are more than just a group of misfits. We are a family, a bastion of hope in the face of darkness."

Sadboi looked around at her newfound family, her heart swelling with emotion. She had found a place where she belonged, a place where she could be herself without fear of judgment or rejection. "Yesyes," she murmured, her eyes glistening. "Together, we'll paint the multiverse with our vibes."

The group shared a toast with the villagers, using their newfound friendship as the foundation for their next adventure. They had faced the Dark Matter in "Minecraft," but they knew that there were more worlds to save, more hearts to mend. The journey ahead was long, but they were ready to face whatever challenges the multiverse had in store for them.

The French Narrator raised his glass, a smile playing on his lips. "To the Guardians of Synthesis," he said, "may our lights never dim!" The others echoed the toast, their spirits high. They had proven that love and unity could conquer even the most insidious of foes, and they were determined to spread that message across the infinite expanse of the media they loved.

The next morning, they set out again, their eyes on the horizon. The group grew quiet as they approached the portal leading to the next world, a swirling vortex of colors and shapes that whispered of adventure and danger. Sadboi took a deep breath, her grip tightening on the diamond sword. "Ready?" she asked, looking at her friends.

#multifandom #spongebob #minecraft #fanfic? kinda but is for fun #contains: self-insert #sisma

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simplyholl · 2 years ago

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Finally got to read this masterpiece! ❤️ I know how much you love when I use them so I have challenged myself to only use SpongeBob gifs for this. You’re welcome. 😘

The picture!!!

Thor running away from us is hilarious and the little kids watching the whole thing makes it so much better.

I feel like Thor would fuck a stump if there was a big enough hole in it. 🙄🤣

"Why do people keep saying that?"

Oh honey

He shit in the pantry at the big age of 500?! His momma should’ve whooped his ass! Idk about Asgard but here in the south, my momma would’ve made me pick my own switch out! 😅

No one’s ever loved him?! These bitches don’t have a lick of sense to choose Thor over him in any way. Poor baby.

Thor slept with his girlfriends?! Thor is so disgusting in this one.

"You speak of love often for someone who is not, in fact, in love."

The flashback of the red dress! My heart! Poor Loki.

Our whole theoretically, if he loved me… girl you ain’t fooling nobody!

Only he can read our mind. Okay my theory was wrong lol.

"Its not like I want him to love me I was just you know, checking."

Sure, Jan.

His love language is hostility?!

You tried to swallow - begging yourself to forget every historical sex scene you had ever rewound as your fingers pulsed on your clit.

Is it the costumes that make history so sexy?

Loki's eyes narrowed. "Is that a flirtation I observe, brother?"

Thor paled.

I cackled!!!!

Does he expect me to tell him I fucking 'love' him while his brother is rummaging around his crotch twenty feet away?

Omg 😆

Scott talking about Loki’s dick for the hundredth time

You traced the curves of your sometime-lover's bulge covetously, remembering the smack of the shutters against your lower back as he railed into you like a furious, feral animal; fucking for survival. God, had it only been a week? It felt like years.

I’m sure minutes would feel like days after he dicked you down!!

Omg Steve in this!! 🤣🤣🤣

"I mean...it's worth its not un-sizeable weight in free PR, for one thing."

Tony every time Loki’s dick trends on Twitter

The wolf fur ran in a deep Vto his naval, every inch a slutty medieval bandit. Christ, you thought. I'm fucked.

Loki changing outfits knowing he looks good in nothing everything

Me to Loki in his new costume

What you wouldn't give to feel the smart of that leather whip across your ass as he took you against a tree in the wilderness beyond the faire's boundary. Maybe he will, you thought as a thrill flooded soared beneath the anachronistic lace panties you were wearing.

He heard us!!! Are we getting whipped in the next one?!!!!!!

Both of you twisted around, seeing Loki drawn to his full height; hair flowing over the puffed collar of his furs with his thumb and forefinger slotted in his mouth. The curve of his ass in the aged leather trousers was obscene, thick thighs creasing the material as it fought against its master. Christ, how you wanted to sink your teeth into them as you buried yourself between his achingly long legs.

You had me at Loki drawn to his full height but the rest of that description made me weak in the knees!!

A stallion?!!!!! This is 100% how Loki looks on it 🤣

QUIVERING

Bitchh (affectionate of course 😘)

There is only so much my poor vagina can take. I’m gonna burn my clit off with the vibrator before too long. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already!

Bow to Me [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (15) Reveals and eroticism are rife at Stark's Renaissance Faire. (w/c 4.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language.

The veil fastened to your forehead by a simple gold band billowed around your shoulders. Heavy skirts fluttered around your ankles, an approaching banner of war. Thor’s eyes grew wide with alarm, seeing your determined stride through a maze of colourful bunting. There would be no escape this time. He threw a fresh candy apple to the side mid-bite, taking off with a comical run to the nearest high topped tent. It was thirty minutes into Stark’s annual family fun-day. The theme this year? Renaissance Faire. And you were already prepared to go medieval on pretty much everybody in attendance.

Several wide-eyed children looked up at you in awe as you strode between them, the heavy folds of your skirts swishing purposefully on your way to confront the cowardly god. “Fhor is afwaid of her.” one of the children lisped, to a chorus of hushed woww’s that followed you like a breeze. You smirked, lifting the luxurious panel of the costume tent to reveal a cowering Thor trying frantically to conceal himself with ye olde dust sheet. “Desist, woman!” he whined dramatically, stretching out a hand with the sheet hanging limply, the other shielding his eyes. “Do not tempt me with your corseted bosom and coquettish wiles, I beg of you. You know not what you do!" You folded your arms, trying not to laugh. “I’m not trying to make you break the Oath of Most Ass-yoor-red Recompense, idiot - your dick is safe as far as I’m concerned.” you said, watching Thor’s eye squint between parted fingers. “You know of this?” he mumbled warily. “Oh, I know of this.” you smirked. His arms fell to his sides, a look of bamboozled relief on his face. “Thank the gods.” he murmured. “I thought for sure when I saw your fiery demeanour out yonder that you had finally come to your senses and decided you must have me.” he looked at you with sudden panic. “Not that I would-I wouldn’t...oh, do not tell my broth-” You raised a hand, his words fumbling to a merciful stop. “I need to ask you something.” you said slowly, hoping he could sense the need for some semblance of sincerity. Thor's brow furrowed. “Loki said I needed to speak to you, it’s weird – so, well he can see...he says- um, flashes of things in my head and I wondered…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly foolish under Thor’s blank stare. “Go on.” he gestured expectantly, arms folded. His brows were raised, as if you had said nothing of any note at all. It was your turn to frown. “Well, what the fuck is up with that? It’s rude.” you snapped. Thor chuckled. “You are in love with him. Obviously.” he scoffed, turning over his shoulder to glance at himself in the mirror. He smoothed a rogue blonde strand, pouting. “Why do people keep saying that?” you huffed, brushing the front of your dress as heat rose in your cheeks. “Everyone knows I can’t stand him so I don’t know why you’re both obsessed with-”

“Mother used to do it to me all the time…” he continued, ignoring you as he re-adjusted the short velvet cape clasped to his shoulders. He had dressed as a king for today’s festivities. Because of course he had.

“I understand your misgivings. It is rather inconvenient. For instance, if you wish to conceal that it was you who mistakenly defecated in the pantry and your mother asks you who defecated in the pantry and you are trying to think of anything but defac-” “-OK, Thor.” you cut him off with a snap, heart thundering. “...But in my defence” he continued unwaveringly, straightening his garish plastic crown. “I was a mere five hundred at the time. Just discovered ale, you see.” he said, turning with an innocent grin which faltered when he saw your steely stare. You frowned as Thor cleared his throat. “Even you mortals have an innate barrier to the invasive sight of others, something you enact as easily as breathing.” he said, traces of mirth ebbing. “When a person feels love, that barrier falters – and recipients of that love who are gifted with magic can, you know...” “See into their thoughts?” you finished. Thor shook his head. “Read their emotions, things that make them feel. Like empathy, as overrated as is it. Or guilt – such as the guilt one may feel over allegedly defecating in a pantry.” You rolled your eyes. “Well it’s bullshit. I can’t love him – he’s awful.” Thor nodded sagely, straightening his velvet tunic. “My brother likely shares your disquiet, in all honesty.” he muttered, adjusting his crown. “In truth, I thought he would be more unbearable when this eventually happened, but he has maintained a surprising amount of decorum. You should thank him.” “Thank him?!" you snorted incredulously. "I don’t think so.” Thor preened, as moments passed in silence. “Wait…” you said slowly. “He’s never been able to do this before?” Thor shrugged, swishing his cape theatrically across his chest. He looked at you blankly as your eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean...no one’s ever loved him? How is that possible?” you whispered, hearing Thor chuckle. “You speak of love often for someone who is not, in fact, in love.” he said, raising a bushy eyebrow. “In answer to your question...those who may have developed those feelings for him became...distracted.” Thor shuffled on his feet, gaze drawn back to himself in the mirror. “Distracted?” you murmured curiously. “Yes.” he replied. “By me. An unfortunate consequence of being the unquestionable biological jewel of the family, one cannot blame them really.” You suddenly remembered the conversation which sparked their sword-fight in the training hall last month. ‘Since when did you respect the Covenant of the First Seed, brother?’ Loki had spat with fire. You remembered the casual indifference painted on Thor’s brow, radiating a confidence that was severely lacking in his present state. ‘I see not how it is my fault that you could not satisfy your lovers, Loki.’ the blonde in front of you had said. “You fucked his girlfriends? Thor, that’s sick.” you hissed, shaking your head. Thor chuckled again. “They came to me, my Lady. In their glances across the dining hall with red jewels in their hair. Flashing garters a deep shade of maroon that would make Borr himself weak. The Ordinance of the Colours is no trifle. You know yourself the power of my seductive prowess. How could they resist?”

You grimaced. “Well, I did.” you sniped, folding your arms. “Yes…” Thor conceded thoughtfully, before flicking his hair back. “But you are also in love with my brother so your unnatural tastes cannot be accounted for.”

Your mind was suddenly flooded with memories of the rage in Loki’s hands and teeth as he tore the red dress from your body the night of the shareholders party. The venom in his eyes as he watched it explode in the air in a burst of green light. The way his stare hardened at the sight of your cleavage cupped in crimson lingerie, the ancient sword conjured as deathly sharp as his cheekbones to set his brother away from you. It wasn’t Asgardian bullshit. It was more than that. And for the first time, you felt something stronger than anger. Guilt. You swallowed, chin raised defiantly as Thor’s smug gaze trawled your features. It wasn’t often he found himself on the stronger side of a debate. You ran a finger nonchalantly along a rail of cloaks hanging to your side, before inspecting the tip for non-existent dust. “Not that he does but I mean theoretically if he loved me, just you know...out of interest...I should be able to hear his thoughts, right?” “No.” Thor scoffed disbelievingly. “That is a ridiculous notion. You are not gifted.” “Right.” you said, lips hardening in a tight line. Thor sighed theatrically. “If it alleviates your malaise, I have never seen him show so much hostility towards someone he has not slaughtered moments later.” “Why would that alleviate my malaise?” you sneered, feeling your stomach flutter. “And I don’t have ‘malaise’ for god’s sake” you spat, unconvincingly, fidgeting with the loose belt at your waist. “Its not like I want him to love me I was just you know, checking.” Thor looked up coyly beneath pale lashes, a smug glint in his eye that he had doubtless learned from his infuriating brother. “My lady, if my observation does not betray his heart, then truly I do not know what does.” You stared at him mutely. He sighed again. “It is nuanced, I grant you. My brother is a frustrating creature. Believe me, I empathise.” He turned back to the mirror, admiring himself. “Rogers gave me a book this yuletide, regarding your 'Love Languages' by some alleged scholar or other. Well, my brother’s love language is... hostility.” he announced, pleased with his assessment. You rolled your eyes, fully aware the butterflies in your stomach had become a flock of sparrows. “Did you read the book?” you said flatly, hoping Thor didn’t catch the twitch of your jaw as you tried to contain the twist of nerves in your chest. “Well, no.” he said incredulously, face softening before he gave a knowing wink. “But that does not mean I am wrong.” You heard the quick succession of approaching footsteps outside the tent. “Thor! Come!” a familiar voice roared, thick and rich. “Preparations for the joust are a disaster. They intend to use horses, of all things – allegedly there are no flighting moose...on Midga-” Loki bristled, one arm frozen in drawing back the tent’s curtain.

Thor straightened the lapel of his obscenely luxurious padded tunic, tilting his toy crown askew. “What think you of my regalia, brother?” he drawled regally, spreading his hands wide to the sides. “I think there cannot be two kings.” Loki snarled bitterly, resting a hand on the hilt of a sword slung by his hip. A dull one, you hoped.

He too was dressed in costumed finery; a lapel of ermine cupping his chin above a perfectly fitted tunic of such rich green it was almost black. An ornate golden chain hung in a semi-circle around his shoulders, making a crescent on his broad chest. You ran your eyes down his long body, a pair of pale hose snug to his endlessly muscled legs. He was positively poured into them, the opaque fabric smoothing the raw animalistic power hidden beneath their cover. They ran down to a ridiculous pair of heeled, buckled shoes. Green, naturally. Loki shifted his stance, feet pointed to the exit. You watched the bulge of his thighs ripple, femurs outlined exquisite against the sinful tights which clung to carved limbs like a second skin. Your eyes lingered on his bulge, the lower curve just visible beneath the hem of the tunic. Saliva evaporated on your tongue. You tried to swallow - begging yourself to forget every historical sex scene you had ever rewound as your fingers pulsed on your clit. The god’s hair fell in luscious waves, set against the white fur tucked beneath his jaw like black paint on snow. He was beautiful. And he too, was wearing a crown. Because of course he was. “You are correct brother, there cannot be two kings at this revelry – but by a happy accident I only see one present.” Thor winked at you again. Loki’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a flirtation I observe, brother?” Thor paled. “No, he’s fine.” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks heat beneath Loki’s glare. He hadn’t spoken a word to you since your last tense encounter in the Snack Shack six days ago, every raise of your hand during meetings causing a mighty roll of his eyes akin to the old days. The weight of your interrupted conversation hung heavily in the air. Wafting like cigar smoke. Stifling.

Suddenly Thor barged towards his brother and turned sideways to exit the tent, the width of his ridiculous puffed sleeves causing him to shuffle awkwardly past his stoic sibling. Loki shot you a cold glare, nodding expectantly towards the exit for you to follow him. You sauntered casually towards the gap, taking no mind of the smouldering gaze rolling appraisingly over your medieval dress like treacle. Loki held the curtain of the tent high, his arm stoically positioned above your head as you finally felt the waft of a fresh breeze on your heated cheeks. “Agent.” he murmured in unnecessary greeting as you passed, making you pause. The scent of him invaded alongside the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Wood smoked leather and dusky sandalwood. Pine. It clung to his onyx curls; hanging like a un-repentant traitor on every stitch of gold thread wound into the tight tunic snug against his torso. You could feel his eyeline trail down the valley of your cleavage as easily as if it was his tongue. “You’ve been ignoring me.” you said quietly, eyes fixed on Thor standing ahead; hoisting up his hoes with an exaggerated squat. People were staring. “Have I, Agent?” Loki purred, craning down from his position. His lips grazed the tip of your cheekbone as he spoke. Was he smelling your hair? “I didn’t think you would notice. Considering how little you think of our interactions.” he murmured. You could hear a snarl behind his teeth, barely masked venom blossoming on the cusp of each word like brewing tea.

You tilted your chin, the space between two pairs of parted lips excruciatingly small. Raising your eyes to meet his, you found no warmth there. No playfulness. Not today. And to be honest, after what Thor had told you, you didn’t blame him. Loki’s eyes narrowed, readjusting his grip on the fabric panel held aside above your head. “If you have nothing further to say, Agent…” he sneered sarcastically against your ear. His body curved away from you, ensuring that not a single part of his achingly erotic form touched yours. Loki’s haughty condescension sliced through the melting desire in your core, a weirdly comforting irritation usurping it. The thick golden chain hanging against his collarbone glinted in the afternoon sun, vying for your attention. Self-centred, presumptive arsehole, you flamed, feeling renewed warmth seep across your skin. Does he expect me to tell him I fucking ‘love’ him while his brother is rummaging around his crotch twenty feet away? Your gaze locked onto the sight of Thor’s face twisted in confusion as he tried to arrange himself covertly beneath the hose. Loki’s conceited confidence made you boil, a confusion of emotions competing in your addled brain making you feel nauseous. “You’re wrong.” you managed to say, voice strained. Loki chuckled mirthlessly beside you. “We’ll see.” he replied ominously, as you began to walk forward. You didn’t know why you had stopped in the first place. The chiffon headdress fluttered around your chin. Now that the adrenaline of searching for Thor had dissipated, you could finally take in the surroundings of Stark’s much anticipated event. A calculated distraction, you would admit. Swathes of bygone-era dressed guests moved in groups from stall to stall. The faint pluck of a lute troupe audible over the buzz of the crowd, humming like birds in the rustling waves of trees surrounding the clearing. Stationary wagons holding every manner of historical food and beverage you could think of were dotted about. Tony had really spunked the budget this year. Silently, you walked sandwiched between two simmering gods towards the only group of familiar faces; hovering by the food carts.

“What were the three of you doing in the costume tent?” Wanda said coyly, wriggling her eyebrows. You shook your head subtly. Loki frowned. “I think the better query is why Lang is sporting that counterfeit phallus.” he drawled, drawing his eyes judgementally over the protrusion from Scott’s hose-clad hips. The subject of his jibe’s eyes widened, a gargantuan roasted turkey leg covering the lower half of his face. “Wha-?” he mouthed, meat flicking into the air and hitting Nat on the forehead. Scott swallowed with difficulty, gesturing at his crotch with a free hand. “Hello?! It’s a Ren faire! Cod-pieces galore am I right? Everyone’s got em. You’ve got one for god’s sa-” He stopped mid-sentence, gaze lingering once more on the draw of Loki’s hypnotic groin outlined perfectly beneath the tights. You traced the curves of your sometime-lover’s bulge covetously, remembering the smack of the shutters against your lower back as he railed into you like a furious, feral animal; fucking for survival. God, had it only been a week? It felt like years. Loki shifted his stance, folding his arms as he widened his hips. “We both know that I do not require such auspicious modifications, Lang.” he said slowly, a smile tugging his lips as Scott’s cheeks flushed.

“Please tell me we’re not talking about Laufeyson’s ding-dong again…” Steve whined over your shoulder, making you jump. He sashed into the centre of the circle, hands folded together beneath the long brown draping of his sleeves. A wooden cross hung around his neck, a thick rope of cream tied to his waist. Gone was the shock of radiant blonde hair, and in its place a questionable skullcap complete with dark bowel-cut. Friar Rogers. You lowered your eyes to the ground, feeling your chest begin to contract with laughter. For a moment, you saw Loki’s feet shuffle closer; just a little. Steve’s blue eyes widened pleadingly, every inch a man of the cloth. “Can we please try to keep lewdness to a minim-” “-I think what Tuck Shop is trying to say is that there are children, children.” Tony chided with amusement, as he sauntered out of nowhere to take his place beside the good Friar. Deep lines on his forehead danced with barely contained mirth. Or maybe he’d just been at the mead. A resplendent crown sat jauntily on his head, a tunic of red tinselled satin and silver thread replacing his trademark t-shirt and jeans. In one hand, he held a ridiculously large steak on a stick. In the other, a tankard. He took a sip, as Steve glanced around, flinching as a juggler appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into the crowd. Tony burped, before posturing thoughtfully. “Although, I think collectively we can agree we’re all obsessed with Laufeyson’s ‘ding-dong’.” he quipped, raising an eyebrow around the circle. “I mean...it’s worth its not un-sizeable weight in free PR, for one thing.” Steve flushed an alarming shade of crimson, cut off comically at the base of his skullcap. Loki sighed with theatrical exasperation. “Stark, you declared that I was to be the King in today’s farcical proceedings.” he said petulantly, with no attempt to hide his irritation. “Did I?” Tony gasped, pressing a palm to his chest. Thor snorted. “I think not, brother.” he scoffed. “The crown should fall in direct lineage to those who are worthy. I would be willing to concede my post as King of this fete if you would but grant me your renewed Oath of Most Assured Recompense in return?” he goaded, making Loki’s jaw clench. You heard him inhale sharply- “-No more Oaths!” you snapped, making both brothers jump. “This is ridiculous. You can both be kings, no one cares.” There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the group. Tony raised his hand incredulously while Loki and Thor let out a simultaneous derisive snort. “Both?!” the blonde boomed, shaking his head. “My, my it truly would never have worked between us.” he said wistfully. Loki rolled his eyes as Rogers backed slowly out the circle, seeming to glide glacially with tiny steps beneath the sway of his shit-coloured robes. “Well then one of you change.” Nat growled, as you started to feel the antsy crawl of awkward tension tingle up your arms again. Thor laughed. “There is not one garment in the tent from whence we came that would fit over one of my mighty calves, Romanoff. Tis’ my brother who shall have to concede.” “Did they really think I’d give anyone else the King job at my own damn party?” you heard Tony scoff loudly to no-one. “Asgardians, I’m tellin ya…” You saw the muscle in Loki’s cheek bob as he ground his teeth. Tony bit into the speared steak in his hand, enjoying it all immensely. The dark god’s eyes flashed, a glimmer of something sparking heat between your legs.

“Fine.” Loki snapped, “As it happens I came prepared for such traitorous shenanigans. A lifetime of dealing with you, brother, has taught me to always save my best for when you show your hand.” he smirked, eyes flickering between you and a sceptical Thor. “Besides…” he purred slowly, stalking his gaze in your direction. “I have found that people are quite willing to bow to me... even without a crown.”

He grasped one of the golden tips with his thumb and forefinger, thrusting the ornament to the ground at Thor’s feet with a flick of his wrist. You saw a green glow lap at Loki’s feet, moving slowly upwards. He could do this in a millisecond if he wanted, but he was putting on a show. His twee buckled shoes melted to thick black leather, rolling up his calves like armour. Edges appeared below the knees, shifting inward to coat his carved thighs in matching trousers which, somehow, gave the illusion of being even snugger than the cream tights. You swallowed, unable to tear your eyes away as a wave of wild fur blossomed around his torso; bear or fox or- “-Wolf.” Loki purred rakishly in your direction, his tongue taking its time over the syllable like a seductive bark. “Urgh, I love it when he does that.” Wanda cooed huskily, giving her face a dramatic fan. You rolled your eyes, shuffling with your arms folded. Suddenly your corset felt tight. Very tight. In the seconds your gaze had been averted, a thick leather belt had appeared around Loki’s midriff, cinching the fur. Heavy pendants hung from his neck, glinting in the afternoon sun against bare skin. The wolf fur ran in a deep V to his naval, every inch a slutty medieval bandit. Christ, you thought. I’m fucked.

“This will suit my new posting for the festivities all the better, anyway.” Loki sneered towards his brother as Tony took another gulp of mead. He flicked his hair over his shoulders, the haughty slice of his jaw making you flinch as it pointed to you. “I find that women prefer characters’ with a little more...depth. Isn’t that right, Agent?” Wanda elbowed you in the ribs playfully as Thor squinted; bamboozled. “What does that mean?” he scoffed. “I thought you on greeting duty, of all things…over yonder.” He tilted his head towards the line of families queued at the entrance, excited children jumping up and down. You saw a young girl burst into tears as a manically grinning Friar Steve loomed over her, draped sleeves hanging from arms stretched in greeting before her mother snatched her away. Loki smirked. “I have been re-assigned.” he said, glinting eyes making a flutter shuffle in your belly. His thumbs hooked into the thick leather belt, tugging downward. What you wouldn’t give to feel the smart of that leather whip across your ass as he took you against a tree in the wilderness beyond the faire’s boundary. Maybe he will, you thought as a thrill flooded soared beneath the anachronistic lace panties you were wearing. Loki’s lashes fluttered upwards, his lip curling before those ethereal features hardened again. He had been colder than usual this past week, and you had a feeling that today would be no different, given the circumstances.

“Yah – he’s on the archery range now.” Tony interjected casually, breaking the stare you didn’t know you were burning into the profile of Loki’s jawline.

Nat shook her head. “What the fuck? Where’s Clint?” she said, glancing around the bustling thoroughfare. Tony shrugged, talking through a mouthful of ye olde steak. “Said he didn’t feel like it today, his voice sounded a little hoarse on the phone.” Nat’s brow arched, swinging her eyes suspiciously towards Loki. The god rocked on his heels, a tiny shrug making his shoulders bounce as he tried to contain the smile pressing at his dimples. “I didn’t know you could shoot.” you scoffed, fidgeting with the veil hanging by your collarbone. “You never asked, Agent.” he drawled innocently, running a hand through his perfectly waved hair. “But truly...are you surprised?” Nat suddenly yanked you to the side of the group. She cast a quick glance back to the circle closing in on Loki, admiring his new outfit. Scott was rubbing a palm repeatedly down his pelted chest while the god smirked, pleased with himself. “He’s done something with Clint.” she hissed over your shoulder. You frowned, leaning back incredulously to see the concern etched plainly on her face. “He wouldn’t…” you whispered, glancing at a resplendent, wolf fur clad Loki stretching his ridiculously long arms to Scott's unbridled awe. “Whatever the fuck is going on with you guys, I don’t give a shit.” Nat said quietly. “Go with Laufeyson, find out where he’s put him. Barton could be passed out enchanted off his nuts in a port-a-potty and we’d never find him.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to read her face. “Nat I…” you started, fully intending to stand your ground. Suddenly there was a low whistle. Both of you twisted around, seeing Loki drawn to his full height; hair flowing over the puffed collar of his furs with his thumb and forefinger slotted in his mouth. The curve of his ass in the aged leather trousers was obscene, thick thighs creasing the material as it fought against its master. Christ, how you wanted to sink your teeth into them as you buried yourself between his achingly long legs. There were screams from the crowd before it parted, a panicked flurry of feathered hats and veils and skirts flying in all directions as citizens fell over themselves. A beautiful black steed cantered through the fray, completely un-phased. It was absolutely huge, the massive muscles of it's broad chest flexing with each long step. It’s smooth coat gleamed, rich tones of deepest blue flashing amongst the inky hairs as it trotted over and stopped with its nose pressed against Loki’s palm. “Shall we, Agent?” Loki purred knowingly snapping his fingers and making a vibrant caparison unfurl on the waiting stallion. The luxurious material fell in folds, dark emerald and vibrant gold with Loki's insignia woven through the fabric. A saddle and reins manifested snug to the huge horse, who whinnied in approval. Words failed you, seeing an ornate curved bow appear in Loki's grip through a wash of flickering magic. He slung it casually over his shoulder, palm stretched toward you expectantly. You vaguely heard Scott’s murmurs of besotted admiration as a sharp nudge from Natasha in the kidneys made you stumble forwards, automatically grasping towards his hand. Before you could protest, the air was knocked out of you as Loki’s fingers gripped around your waist, throwing you up. Your ass landed sideways on the saddle with a soft thump. You scrambled to grip the reigns, steadying yourself. With a graceful bound, Loki swung himself up behind, winding arms encasing you before his nimble fingers caressed the leather reigns from your grasp.

The disbelieving stares of the gathered Avengers crawled in your periphery as his forearms tightened around your ribs. Loki's elaborately constructed garment did nothing to disguise the hardness of the muscle beneath, thick ropes of pure power shifting as he settled. You could feel the slide of traitorous arousal leaking between your thighs, desperately wet and needy for the infuriatingly smug god steadying you against his spread leathered femurs. “You can be my first student, won’t that be fun?” he smouldered darkly, the whisper of his sweet breath skating over the delicate skin beneath your ear. He chuckled softly against your cheek. "Someone has to break me in before I am unleashed on the unsuspecting public, surely." You sighed, a quiver of anticipation betraying the roar of desire between your legs as you pressed them together, hanging off the side of his steed. The horse stamped once. Impatient, like his master. “And Agent…?” Loki murmured through a smirk, the deep baritones making you squeeze your shoulder-blades together against the expanse of rippling masculinity beneath the wolf-pelt. “I have quite the lesson in mind.”

To be continued in Bow to Me: Quivering (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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icantseeinthemorning91 · 2 years ago

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Yn x Christian Bale smut

I’m sorry but I’m not going to give you a signal for when to smut starts….. GOOD LUCK

Yn x Patrick Bateman

You were at home dancing to Genius of love from the tom tom club when your favorite song can BREAK MY STRIDE from Matthew Wilder ( DONT JUDGE ME I LOVE THAT SONG) you started bopping your head up and down and started to sing “ last night I had the weirdest dream, I sailed away to China, in a little row boat to find ya “ while you were singing you didn’t hear the door open

Patrick’s POV:

I walked in to the sound of music playing loud. It sounded like someone was playing break my stride. I walked in the BIG ASS living room to the BIG ASS kitchen were I saw my wife bopping her head up and down sing surprisingly GOOD “ you said you had to get your laundry cleaned, didn’t want no one to hold you “ I chuckles at the lyrics when it said ‘ you have to get your laundry cleaned . ‘ that when she started to get louder in singing “ what does that mean, and you said, AIN’T NOTHING GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE AINT NOTHING GONNA SLOW ME DOWN OH NO I GOT TO KEEP ON MOVEN “ she sang “ WOW your amazing sweetheart “ I said practically screaming. She looked at in a shocked face “ heyyy “ she said turning down the radio “ I thought you weren’t gonna come home till 1:00 “ she said typically not looking at the time “ Babe it is 1:00 “ I said pointing to the BIG ASS Clock she had I swear I don’t know how she affords all of these things! “ oh my goodness “ she said sounding like a child “ oh babe “ I said well walking over to her putting my hands around her waist and kissing and biting her neck “ pat “ she said in her worried voice “ yes what happened babe “ “ I thought it was 8:45 that’s why I was cooking “ she said pointing to the pot with her eyes “ you were cooking at 1:00 babe, do you need to see therapy or go back to school “ I said putting my chin on her shoulder. She gasped A and said “ I’m not as dumb as SpongeBob “ she said walking over to the pot “ want some “ she said “ will what is it “ I said walking over to her “ Mac & cheese “ “ no that makes my tummy hurt “ I say kissing her head “ mmm ok love you hun “ she said kissing my cheek “ love you too “ I said as I gave her a Quick kiss on the lips “ why did you stop “ she said i looked at her and kissed her passionately.

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calpalsworld · 3 years ago

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Minecraft: the N00b Adventures - The Minecraft Storymode that Should’ve Been?

When I was encouraged to watch a minecraft animation because of its iconic villain named Gaylord_Steambath, I thought I was going to have to witness a Futuristic-Hub-esque CGI animation featuring a large cast of copyrighted characters such as freddy fazbear and spongebob. (You know what type of minecraft animation I’m talking about.) When I discovered it was actually an ugly looking 2D puppet animation hosted on n*wgrounds I thought I was going to have to witness a nauseating, offensive mess. But it was actually pretty okay.

Maybe I just feel so kind towards this series since I had low standards for it starting off. But thankfully, nothing offensive happened because it is pretty much a PG animation for babies who love minecraft.... besides a couple jokes and the fact that Milky_Dad was constantly doing drugs.... And the fact that theres a character named Milky_Dad..... (Best character tho I would love to study him! Very compelling!)

The animation was a mixed bag but overall good for a dumb webseries. The way the characters looked grew on me. Sometimes a kinda cool shot would happen during action scenes. The backgrounds were nice, although the characters were stiff and unexpressive. Honestly it was just exciting to see a Minecraft animation in simplistic 2D, rather than oversaturated hyper-rendered 3D. (Sometimes N00b Adventures would have things that weren’t 2D. Its mixed media. Its cultured. Its complex? Its art? Okay?)

The best part of the series was honestly the story. I expected it to be a disjointed lol XD random mess, but it was actually a 28-mini-epsiode Minecraft Epic about 3 kind-hearted noobs on their quest to free a hardcore server from the tyranny of griefer-turned-admin and rich bastard, Gaylord_Steambath, all the while learning how to git gud and ultimately, SURVIVE.....! It was somewhat episodic, with different “arcs” as the noobs encountered threats like the Wither, Hackers, and Herobrine. But the overarching plot would always progress, since Gaylord_Steambath relentlessly trolled the 3 noobs throughout their travels.

My only big critique was that out of the three noobs, Pooplooser_69 and N00bly were extremely boring. They weren’t funny people, nothing funny would ever happen to them, and their personalities were dull. Comedy solely relied upon Fart_Garfunkel for some reason, who was *sometimes* actually funny, but became slightly annoying, as he was THE ONLY NOOB who ever did ANYTHING comedic. They could’ve at least made obvious jokes about N00bly being a dumb noob, or Poop being too serious! Come ON.

BUT THE ONE THING I COULDN’T STOP THINKING WAS.... Why is this better than Minecraft Storymode!!!?????? Sorry, thats a random comparison, but I couldnt stop thinking it. N00b Adventures seems to understand the culture and appeal of Minecraft much better than Minecraft Storymode. Characters had names like Fart. There was a guy with a green checkered bandana and emo hair-- AN ESSENTIAL STAPLE OF MINECRAFT CULTURE. They had cameos from actual Minecraft youtubers. The story was about how much griefers suck and are ANNOYING! It focused on what's appealing about Minecraft: the things you actually encounter in the game, and the WILDERNESS SURVIVAL. I wish Minecraft Storymode wasn’t so complicated, and was literally just a survival scenario about some idiots living (and potentially dying) in the canonical minecraft world while facing against asshole griefers... like N00b Life.... And for HEAVENS SAKE! Put a CHECKERED BANDANA in there!!!!

#so if you like minecraft and lame things you could watch it i guess. its ok #minecraft

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seeksstaronmewni · 3 years ago

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The Bear Roots of Burbank Cartoons: A Lookback at Boo Boo Runs Wild

5 years ago, [adult swim] aired the greatest of all Yogi Bear / Ranger Smith episodes, “Boo Boo Runs Wild” (1999), on August 13th, 2016 A.D. at 4 AM.

Look and see, kids, how America’s not-so-average bear connects in the wide world of animation that produces many of the cartoons that you love in Burbank, Canada and more!

As and after I saw it, I knew that I found the greatest band of cartoonists out there, and that greatest band of cartoonists out there was none other than...

Spümcø, whose many creatives would end up working at Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Cartoon Network Studios, and many other popular Burbank and Canadian studios that made the cartoons I grew up and beyond watching.

Obviously, the character design is rather different, but they still look like the right characters, even with the slight color changes...

and with their items of human attire out. Ranger Smith, on the other hand...

Ranger Smith is wildly off model, and probably on purpose, throughout the picture.

Only in one scene appears he with a more familiar face.

Now, I didn’t have to watch Wild Kratts (which, by the way, features 6 Spümcø Canada creatives) to learn that “there’s only one thing a bear likes more than raiding a pic-a-nic basket.”

As the title suggests, Boo Boo loses his temper when Ranger Smith restricts him from tearing bark and decides to go primal in returning to his bear roots: “From this day forth, I’ll not dress in the man’s attire, and I’ll not speak in the man’s tongue. From now on, it’s going on all fours and grunting for me!”

Boo Boo wreaks havoc for the trees with his natural bear roots.

Unlike past episodes, however, the artists went far wilder than the usual Hanna-Barbera cartoon, making the trees alive and screaming in pain! OH, WHAT TOURTUE! Not to mention how I love Boo Boo’s goofy/manical laugh, a beautiful product of John Kricfalusi’s voice (Yes; I know that he was a formerly abusive megalomaniac who still has ADHD, but God knows what cartoons would be like today—at least those produced in Burbank and Canada—if it wasn’t for the many layout artists that he led).

Also unnatural to a Hanna-Barbera cartoon is the extreme levels of slapstick, wackiness and graphic nature of cartoons since such shows as Mighty Mouse: The New Adventures, Beany and Cecil’s DiC reboot, and The Ren & Stimpy Show. Boo Boo and now Cindy Bear are licking away at all of the honey... and bees... with insanely long tongues (may be that they’re sloth bears?). This left Yogi Bear practically speechless.

The mere sequence of dialogue between Yogi and Ranger Smith, discussing what to do about Boo Boo, involved HEAVY work in the storyboards by Vincent Waller. So many expressions that they couldn’t fit in each of Spümcø’s 3-panel storyboard pages!

As you see, in addition to Vincent Waller’s storyboards, John K. added extra poses (storyboard revisions more or less, but definitely layout poses) under the respective scenes. That way, Vincent could focus on telling and writing the story in rough pictures. (source of storyboards)

I also love the sound design. While it’s definitely true to a Hanna-Barbera cartoon, John K. and the late Henry Porch were very creative with some weird, dated and out-of-context sound effects, similar to what they and Horta Editorial did on The Ren & Stimpy Show in the first two seasons. The production music (probably APM and Capitol Records) also gave it a vintage, nostalgic feel.

Ultimately, with the aforementioned abusive megalomaniac aside, Spümcø undoubtedly harbored some of the finest animators and artists ever. Such names as Bob Jaques (Spongebob Squarepants, Buy One, Get One Free*, The Baby Huey Show), Ben Jones (DC Super Hero Girls, Cats Don’t Dance, Teen Titans GO!), Vincent Waller (Spongebob Squarepants, Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog), Albert Lozano (Inside Out, A Kitty Bobo Show), Todd White (Spongebob Squarepants), Eric Koenig (Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Madagascar, Cats Don’t Dance, The Simpsons, and The Tigger Movie), and Erik Wiese (Samurai Jack, The Mighty B!) are among the hundreds of creatives who ended up almost everywhere working in Burbank and Canadian animation.

Other names on the Spümcø team that one might recognize include Gabe Swarr (Dexter’s Laboratory, The Buzz on Maggie, Foe Paws, El Tigre), and even background artists such as Richard Daskas ( @rdaskas - Samurai Jack, Time Squad, Sym-Bionic Titan, Batman Beyond), Richard Ziehler-Martin (Tiny Toon Adventures, The Wacky World of Tex Avery), Hector Martinez (Tom and Jerry: Robin Hood and His Merry Mouse, Timone and Pumba, Captain N, Evil Con Carne, Dora the Explorer), and Tony Mora (MAD, Teen Titans GO! to the Movies, Pickle and Peanut). I mean: in short, these artists worked for Warner Bros. Animation, Disney Television Animation and Walt Disney Feature Animation, Nickelodeon, and Cartoon Network Studios!

Spümcø’s production assistants on Boo Boo Runs Wild feature Matt Danner —a fantastic character designer, storyboard artists, director and producer, whose credits range from (Johnny Test and The Legend of the Three Caballeros to Team Hot Wheels and The Looney Tunes Show—and Cartoon Brew editor Amid Amidi. Brian A. Miller was an executive in charge of production, not for but probably in association with Cartoon Network.

Spümcø’s creatives, as I said, are all over the place in Burbank animation. Other shows that still air on @adultswim have ex-Spümcø creatives. For example: today’s re-run of Samurai Jack EPISODE XVI features Chris Reccardi (The Powerpuff Girls, The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy)...

Scott Wills (Genndy Tartakovsky’s Primal, The Twisted Tales of Felix the Cat)...

Lynne Naylor-Reccardi (The Shnookums and Meat Funny Cartoon Show, Wander Over Yonder) and Jim Smith (YooHoo and Friends, Tom and Jerry Tales, McGee and Me)...

and Leticia Lacy (TRON: Uprising, Sym-Bionic Titan, Wander Over Yonder, Korgoth of Barbaria).

Even outside of Cartoon Network Studios, where most ex-Spümcø artists end up, @cartoonnetwork’s The Amazing World of Gumball, from Cartoon Network Studios Europe (AKA Hanna-Barbera Studios Europe), features ex-Spümcø artist Charlie Bean (The Powerpuff Girls, Robotboy, Batman: The Animated Series, Timone and Pumba, Creature Crunch) on The Cartoon Network Europe Development Team.

One of Cartoon Network’s biggest and craziest hits, Teen Titans GO!, also features such ex-Spümcø artists as storyboard artist, director and producer Luke Cormican (The Buzz on Maggie, Brandy and Mr. Whiskers, Brickleberry, The Replacements, El Tigre)...

Gerald de Jesus (The Book of Life, The Ricky Gervais Show, TMNT)...

and Eric J. Pringle (Fosters’ Home for Imaginary Friends, The Problem Solverz). What wacky cartoon filled with live-action images, unpredictable visual gags and extreme slapstick humor wouldn’t?

Relatively, you could even tune in to Nickelodeon, the original home of Spümcø’s ground-breaking hit, The Ren & Stimpy Show, and see names of creatives associated with Spümcø and Ren & Stimpy, such as Zeus Cervas (Star vs. the Forces of Evil, Spongebob Squarepants, Clarence) on today’s episode of The Patrick Star Show...

or even Gabe Del Valle (Mighty Magiswords, Spongebob Squarepants) on today’s episode of Middlemost Post!

Overall, Boo Boo Runs Wild introduced me to the cartoon studio whose works I took for granted and on which I was missing out all of my life, and I strongly encourage this generation to support this Yogi Bear / Ranger Smith episode, which you can watch RIGHT NOW on [adult swim]’s site. It was officially on their YouTube channel, but it was removed for unknown reasons. This short never even got a DVD or VHS release!

The last televised airing of Boo Boo Runs Wild on [adult swim] so far was January 6th, 2019 A.D., but Spümcø also produced “A Day in the Life of Ranger Smith” and “Boo Boo and the Man” (based on true events in the life of John Kricfalsui) for Cartoon Network.

As I come to a close, it’s worth noting that layout Ed Benedict, an animator and artist whose credits go all of the way back to the 1930s with Disney and continued with MGM and Hanna-Barbera/Cartoon Network Studios, originally worked on Yogi Bear episode “Yogi’s Birthday Party” as a layout artist, and reprised that very role for “Boo Boo Runs Wild”. What a legacy the animators and artists of this episode leave!

Always will I remember how Spümcø, whose legacy connects to my Cartoon Network-infused childhood, blessed me and graced me that fateful day, August 13th, 2016 A.D., with the ultimate example of the fine art of cartooning that is the Yogi Bear / Ranger Smith episode “Boo Boo Runs Wild”. I was living in the moment, and I thank God for it.

“For years they have [been] asking me to make new Yogi cartoons, but I can’t even get a half a million [dollars] to make one, probably because I actually like the characters, but 60-70 million $ to make walking corpses is economical.” - John Kricfalsui on Yogi Bear (2010)

Another Ranger Smith, Boo Boo or Yogi Bear cartoon from the people behind The Ren & Stimpy Show is highly unlikely today, due to the abuse and harassment of John K. angering the world to the point of hating and condemning the man who helped to shape not only Cartoon Network but also television animation—and animation as a whole—with an undeniable legacy of artists and animators who deserve way more credit and respect than we perhaps thought of giving as kids.

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klunsgod · 4 months ago

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oh yeah, Security Breach! well since i won’t draw fnaf in the foreseeable future, i can talk about my ideas behind that

so base Security Breach: Ruin implied Glamrock Freddy and Bonnie were somewhat in a relationship

it’s a choice that these two characters made; it’s what they really want as the character’s own choice. but Fazbear Entertainment, whoever is in charge of these characters, doesn’t really respect that. the fact Bonnie has been left destroyed and all of his attractions are getting replaced tells you they don’t really care about respecting the characters. they don’t respect Freddy as a character

that incredibly fascinates me as a concept

so my AU thing would’ve gone a lot wilder than that by introducing the fanbase into the mix:

FE mandates Roxy as a lustful lesbian, the fanbase headcanons her as a trans Foxy, Roxy herself wants to stand as her own person as an asexual AFAB; the fanbase headcanons Monty and Bonnie in a relationship, FE wants Freddy and Chica paired together, Freddy and Bonnie themselves want to be together; FE wants Chica to be a fitness instructor, the fanbase sees her with an eating disorder, Chica herself only wanted to cook for others and have that bowling attraction.

their core needs are sent into turmoil, and so they’re exploited, and that leads to some violent conflict

remember that the original owners behind these characters, Henry and William, have long passed away, so they have no say behind what the studio wants behind their characters (Henry would likely care, William definitely not)

it’s two sides fighting over how they want these characters, that both sides didn’t create/own, to be portrayed in public. all the while the characters themselves don’t get to pick how they want to be portrayed themselves

you can apply this to a lot of existing brands where fanbases and studios clash over how they want a character to be portrayed without the owner(s) being there. SpongeBob, Sonic the Hedgehog, Marvel and DC, etc.

it’d be a lengthy topic about what differentiates a mandate from a headcanon, if the two thing are the same but under different owners (studio-mandated headcanon), and what kinds of character progression is acceptable or not according to the public

this topic can even extend to Roxy and Monty. unlike Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, these are new characters created by FE; the creators behind these two are still alive, so do those creators align with what the characters innately want? do they actually clash? did it align at first, but studio mandates cause it to clash?

it’s a fairly complicated topic with a lot of different scenarios and answers to come to. that was basically my idea of Security Breach

my designs for them would just be how they’d look on-stage and how they’d look in their green rooms

So uh, any chance we could hear about your comments on corporate-mandated headcanons?

did i say that? i’ll have to remember the context behind why i said that

#klunspinion

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spongebob-connoisseur · 3 years ago

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So far what drew me in to the Spongebob spin-offs were characters and concepts not used in regular Spongebob show. Narleen has charmed me to my surprise. Baby Pearl is simply adorable. Patrick’s relationship to his adopted sister Squidina is just so precious. I think Kamp Koral is a separate timeline that adult Sandy Cheeks created through the power of science. The Patrick Show was made possible by the properties of Randomland. If you think like that you are able to enjoy the spin-offs. I’m able to enjoy them. Way more then Planet Sheen.

Yeah I fully agree. I've said before that the KK's strength was focusing on side characters and stories that couldn't be done in the main series like Narlene and bby Pearl. My favorite episode currently is Gimme A News Break with young Perch Perkins. I thought it was cute and I never considered Perch much of an interesting character before. He was just the news reporter but after seeing this episode, I really wish there was more Perch episodes. There was so much story potential right in front of us and we never saw it???

I didn't care much for Kamp Koral's spongebob much. He's pretty much the same as his adult counterpart and there isn't much to add to his relationships with other characters. But for Squidward and Patrick, it's a different story. I really didn't expect to have such a good episode between them. I really enjoyed it. There was only one episode I can think of from the main series that was only Patrick and Squidward and that's Pat Hearts Squid. But Squisery is an infinitely better episode. It's just Patrick and Squidward but it has younger Patrick who isn't used to having friends quite yet. He just made friends with Spongebob at camp and Sandy is a friend of spongebob so she'd be a friend of Patrick's but everyone knows a friend of a friend isn't much like a friend.

Anyways getting off topic but Patrick really really wants to be close to Squidward and them being stuck together in the wilderness was a good opportunity. He gets too attached to Squidward and Squidward really grows to like Pat. So much so that he even has a little romantic daydream- I thought it was too adorable. I actually wish that would happen more in the main series. While Squidward thinks Pat is dumb, he does secretly enjoy his company.

Now as for The Patrick Star Show! I really thought it was cute. I really liked the addition of Squidina. Gives Patrick some responsibility and an extra person to interact with. They've got an adorable sibling relationship. I really like Patrick's grandpa. Even if he tried to near murder his grandson in the Pat-a-thon episode. I also really like Spongey more here! He's a bit quieter and a little more calmer and shyer? Its possible it was because when he displayed more of these traits was because he was on tv. I think it's a little too cute and wish they kept it as part of his character. A little bit more self conscious when he was younger. Honestly the only thing I really was looking forward to about the Patrick Show was young sponge! Everytime he's on screen, he steals the show.

I do like the side characters a lot too. we knew him as Slappy from Spongebob's big birthday blowout episode but his actual name is Laszlo in the Patrick Show! I really adore him. Little unhinged gremlin man :> I actually am surprised he made a comeback. I didn't expect him to be anything more than just a weirdo Peter Lorre caricature side character for the birthday episode. Anyways I'm glad he's back I really enjoy him

LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HIM✨💖💕🌷🌸💗🌸✨💕💖🌷🌷✨💕✨🌸🌷💖💕💖🌸💗✨🌷💗

I've gushed about him too much. My friend is actually making stickers of him for me :>

Anyways yeah I agree Kamp Koral is definitely a different timeline due to Sandy's meddling with time. I think she started this timeline issue by interfering with the events of the episode Friend or Foe. I think she thought she was doing good by trying to fix their broken friendship in the past (or prevent their fighting) but accidentally caused the Krabby Patty formula to no longer exist because of this.

Luckily the formula has too much impact on the timeline to be so easily erased and inevitably gets created in the future. Only problem is Eugene is less prepared for Plankton trying to steal it (because he has a new born bby to take care of) and we all know what would happen if Plankton got his hands on the formula. So Sandy decides to fix it by sending her younger self to stop the krabby patty formula from being created during kamp koral so it can be later created in the future.

Sandy shows up in the Patrick Star Show which takes place before the main series which means this show takes place in the Kamp Koral timeline as well.

The 3rd movie, Kamp Koral, and The Patrick Show all take place in the same timeline which is different from the main series timeline.

Honestly something I'm curious about with The Patrick Show is I agree it probably takes place in or around Random Land but we see the goofy goober ice cream parlor in it. Is that place a franchise with multiple stores or is there only 1 and that's the one SB and Patrick go to in the 1st movie because if so did the randomn properties from randomland eventually wore off on the environment overtime? I think it's probably just another store tho :/

Anyways I really like the spinoffs! Its funny, I haven't ever seen Planet Sheen. I like the patrick show more because it reminds me of other shows I liked as a kid also some characters feel too good of a treat. Also more character interactions we don't get in the main series! It's worthwhile and doesn't deserve as much hate as they get!

#Princess-unipeg #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #sb #spongebon squarepants #the spongebob connoisseur #spongebob meme #Kamp koral #Camp coral #the patrick star show #Ask

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mar-bluu · 4 years ago

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Thank you so much @gendistic42 for the prompt!!

Characters: Race, Buttons, Finch, Spot, Albert Ship/s: a little bit of Sprace Word count: 1250 Warnings: swearing, shitty writing and no editing

“So, what’re you dressed as, Race?” Race snorted into his cup of ‘dragon blood’ punch, he held his arms out and did a small, showy turn. He raised an eyebrow and gave a cocky grin. “I’ll give ya one guess.” The confused face of Buttons stared back. Buttons blinked slowly at him in the dim lighting then let out a long breath, scanning Race as his hands gestured vaguely to the other boy in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t find the right words, only small squeaks and the fragmented beginnings of sentences passed through his lips. Race rolled his eyes and swiped his hands up and down his costume and raised his voice to speak over the loud music. “C’mon, Buttons, you’ve got this. Who am I dressed as?” Buttons shook his head softly, his mouth still opening and closing as he tried to hazard a guess. “…I…. I have no clue.” He squeezed out. “Not one.” Race scoffed disbelievingly, a small confused smirk etched into his face. “Really?” “Really.” Buttons deadpanned. Race gave a short half-shocked chuckle and pointed to Buttons’ own cup. “Uh, ya are drinking the non-alcoholic punch right?” “Yeah.” The two faced each other in silence, each trying to process just what was happening. After a brief pause Race cocked his head to the side. “You’re not pullin’ my leg are ya?” Buttons shook his head again and chuckled. “No! Can you just tell me who you’re dressed as?” Race grinned. “I swear ya need glasses. Hey Finch!” he called out. Finch, who was sporting a pokemon black trainer outfit, turned around, talonflame plush swaying dangerously on his shoulder. “Yeah?” he asked. Race smiled smugly and puffed out his chest, gesturing to himself with his thumb. “Who am I dressed as?”

He was met with silence.

Finch stared at him through narrowed eyes, the coloured lights reflecting off the gym badges displayed on his chest. He took a sharp breath in and held it. “A flapper?” Race’s chest deflated as he stared into F’s eyes trying to find a glimmer of humour that gave away the joke.

He found no such glimmer.

“Are- are ya kiddin’!?” Finch shrugged. “…No.” Race drew his hand sharply to his chest in offence, sputtering at the pair of equally confused looking faces staring back at him. “I can’t believe this.” Race said, more to himself than anyone else, but Buttons reached out a hesitant hand and patted Race’s arm gently. “It’s okay…” he said slowly, “Not everyone’s costumes are easy to guess.” “Not easy to guess!?” Race gasped incredulously. “Are ya out of your mind!?” he gestured to himself again. “’Not easy to guess’?” Buttons and Finch shared a half-puzzled half-concerned look. Race couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He felt hot and cold at the same time, and he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, was this shock? He took a deep breath in and stepped backwards, away from the two other boys. “I can’t be here.” “What?” “I have to go.” Race whispered, turning on his heel, and shaking his head in disappointment. “Uh, okay?” Finch said, bewildered. “Enjoy the rest of the party?” “I have to go!” He repeated, shaking his head harder and walking away, leaving two very baffled friends behind him.

Race was running through everything that just happened in his mind, quietly yet frantically talking out loud to himself as he tried to make sense of it, almost choking on his own spit in the process. This had to be some sort of joke, right? Like they couldn’t just not know who he was dressed as! They couldn’t just not know this iconic villain! It wasn’t like he had made it difficult, what with a form-fitting black dress, bright red gloves- cigarette holder dangling between his fingers- large, fluffy white coat, and if that didn’t give it away, he had dyed his hair half black and half white. They couldn’t just not know Cruella De Vil! This had to be a joke. This had to be, and he was going to prove it.

It wasn’t a joke.

Or if it was, it was awfully well-coordinated, because not one person at this damn Halloween party could tell him who he was dressed as. Each guess was wilder and further off than the last, and he genuinely couldn’t believe it was a joke anymore. So far he’d gotten “fancy demon”, “drag queen ghost”, “a queen who’s doing a shit job of blending in with commoners”, “Mrs Wallace from down the street”- which Race had to admit, wasn’t too far off, and “the ‘chocolates’ lady from SpongeBob but sexy”. After the ordeal which Race could only describe as stressing, he was tired, and annoyed, and most of all pissed off that no one could tell he was Cruella De Vil. So there he was, sat in a corner, nursing a now half-empty cup of dragon blood as he sulked and stewed in his own bad mood, the loud music vibrated around the room and made the wall he leaned against shudder with every beat. He frowned at the sickly sweet liquid in his cup. His scrunched up face looked back up at him, only making Race frown harder. The tips of a pair of boots appeared at the corner of his vision, and Race glanced up. A ghostly sailor stood over him. Race sighed. “Hey, Spottie.” “Well that wasn’t quite the greeting I was expecting.” Spot smirked and extended his hand, which Race took begrudgingly, and hauled him to his feet. Once up, Race slumped forward, placing his face in the crook of Spot’s neck. He felt a sturdy hand on his shoulder pull him further into the embrace. “What’s got ya so bummed out, huh?” Spot murmured in his ear. Race rolled his head to the side and exhaled loudly. “’s nothin’ really.” Spot cupped Race’s jaw with one hand and gently moved his face up to meet his eyes, giving him a pointed look. Race sighed again, giving in to his boyfriends’ silent question. “It’s just-” he began with a whine. “No one knows who I’m dressed as!” “That’s it?” Spot asked. Race quirked an eyebrow. “Who am I dressed as, Spot?” “…” “Exactly.” He smooshed his face back into Spot’s neck in annoyance. “Oh come on, I’m sure someone has to know!” It was Race’s turned to give the pointed look. He sucked on his teeth, then clicked his tongue and looked over Spot’s shoulder. “Hey Al, who am I?” Albert turned around and squinted at him, assessing what parts of the outfit he could see. “I dunno, a 1940s prostitute?” he shrugged. Spot snickered and Race shot him a pouty glare. He slammed his head back into his boyfriend’s shoulder and screamed for a few seconds before lifting his head up, looking at the ceiling. “Everyone here is so uncultured! Why can’t people tell I’m dressed as Cruella De Vil!?” he shouted to the room. Heads swivelled in the direction of the sound and a round of small “oh”’s and sounds of recognition rippled out. “Ah yeah, I can see it.” “Oh that’s why his hair is like that!” “I still think he looks like Mrs Wallace.” Race sighed. “Next year I’m gonna add a nametag to my costume.” A voice sounded somewhere to his left. “Wait, you dressed up?” “God damn it!”

#sdjvnz.dvn #hope this isnt too garbage #but uh yeah!#thanks for the prompt!#jae writes #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #sprace #buttons davenport #finch cortez #albert dasilva #newsies #q wanna move the next edition

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mythgirlimagines · 3 years ago

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ANON-CORRECT QUOTES

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Dream: (happily running up to Eldritch) Hey, hey, hey! Ritchie! I have a question for you! What made you want to become a conspiracy theorist?

Eldritch: (matter-of-factly, dropping his stutter) To make the world frown. I mean, the world fricking sucks and everyone is just so happy! When you're happy and satisfied, you don't change things, y'know. Everything sucks, and if people are smiling around like fools, then that'll never change! So, my mission is to make everyone miserable! No exceptions!

Dream: (on the verge of inconsolable crying) A-A-Ah?.....

Eldritch: (realizing what he just did, petting Dream's head and shoulders) N-No! No! Ex-Except you! Don't worry! Th-The world sucks, b-b-but that's b-because there are....t-those p-p-people living in s-subhuman ways, w-which they obviously shouldn't, and p-people aren't h-helping them! B-But YOU aren't like th-them! YOU'RE h-helping!

Eldritch: (taking Dream's hand) C-C'mon, w-we c-c-can go have f-fun at the a-a-amusement p-park with the o-other U-Ultimates!

Source: The Only Exception (ArchiveOfOurOwn)

Fanfiction Link: (http://insecure.archiveofourown.org/works/29931786)

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(During a meeting with the Brain Cells...)

Scar: (distressed) WHY, Demon of Wrath?! Why must you let the Demon of Heart usurp your position as High Lord of the Hope Gathering?!

Fusion: (matter-of-factly, to Nerd) What Scar is trying to say is, "Why have you given up your Kibo-Con leadership position to Myth?".

Nerd: (looking down) I know she pushed you guys to open up, and she always gets in over her head.

Nerd: (progressively getting more flustered) She can be so f**king stupid, which I love-I MEAN HATE! And, in any case, she needs you three right now, which is sweet-I MEAN, I HATE IT, AND IT'S F**KING DUMB!

Purple: (confused, to Fusion) Wildering and contradictory...

Fusion: (shrugging, translating for Purple) Yeah, you lost us.

Source: The Owl House

Video Link: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzOKokucxzo)

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Wet Sock: (arms outstretched for a hug) Awkward sibling hug?

Egg: (arms outstretched for a hug) Awkward sibling hug!

Wet Sock/Egg: (hugging each other, before robotically patting each other on the back) Pat. Pat.

Source: Gravity Falls

Video Link: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hegox8IMr7o)

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Sparkle: (taking off one of her boots and showing off the inside of it) YOU SEE THE INSIDE OF MY SHOE? RED CARPET INSOLE! EVERYWHERE THE SPECTACULAR SPARKLE GOES, SHE'S WALKING ON A RED CARPET!

Source: Parks and Recreation

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(Before Myth and Wyre were accepting into Hope's Peak...)

Preteen!Myth: (happily) Hey, Wyre! Wanna hang out?

Preteen!Wyre: (rubbing the back of her head) Sorry, Myth. But I have to go to a very important dig!

Preteen!Myth: (sad) Well, what am I supposed to do all day while you're at your dig?

Preteen!Wyre: I dunno, what do you normally do while I'm gone?

Preteen!Myth: (about to cry) Wait for you to come back!

Source: Spongebob Squarepants

Video Link: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=natDUTwI38o)

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Iris: (covered in egg whites, with a blazing kitchen behind her, smiling to hide the pain) Well, you know what they say! You can't make an omelette without setting your oven on fire!

Fusion II: (pulls out a fire extinguisher from the book she's currently reading, deadpan) Something tells me that's not how the saying goes.

Source: The Boss

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The Fancy One: (smirking, to Curious) I'm here to take your life!~★

Curious: (with a straight face) Let me ask Janon-sama.

The Fancy One: (confused) Wha-?! It's-It's not a choice!~★

Curious: (turns to Janon)

Janon: (wordlessly shakes his head)

Curious: (turns back to the Fancy One) He said no.

Source: Unknown

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I hope you like these quotes! Let me hear what you have to say about this week's freshly-made iteration of "Papa Fusion's Anon-Correct Quotes (2021 Edition)"! And don't forget to watch out for more content made by yours truly!

-Fusion Anon

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Yes to ToH quotes lol

#submission #anon #fusion anon #incorrect quote #fusion anon ii #eldritch anon #iris anon #just anon #purple anon #curious anon #dream anon #sparkling anon #wet sock anon #egg anon #anon nerd #anon scar #my evil twin #anon kg

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justbeforethedarkness · 10 months ago

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oho?

Last Song: Deep Castle - Mario & Chill

Favorite Color: Red

Last Show: Bodies In The Wilderness

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: yes

Relationship Status: Perma-single [vine boom]

Last Thing I Googled: spongebob krusty love (I wanted to watch a clip of it again)

Current Obsession: AVP, like usual. watching Batman stuff, friend currently dragging me over to Dead Cells a lil bit

Looking Forward To: Finishing a long-ass fic in time for Valentine's Day

uhh, I suppose @illaende, @estherandoh, @abdxctedd, @frenchbrokendoll

tag game

Thanks for the tag @aintgonnatakethis!

Last song: does it count if I'm currently watching a Matt/Elektra fanvid with the song Where's my love? I'm counting it lol

Favourite colour: Orange (and blue)

Last show: Echo! I love it. Also, fellow aspecs, there's next to no romance (the closest thing to a couple is Maya's grandparents who aren't together anymore), so if you don't mind violence you might want to give it a chance! The focus is on family, it's really nice.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet and savory, it depends on my mood

Relationship status: happily single

Last thing I googled: I was trying to find a book that should have the protagonist having a bad day (people laugh at their music and his ex gets married), but google didn't help me. It's for a game lol I know I know this plot but I can't remember what it is

Current obsession: Daredevil. Love it love it love it aaaaa (and he's back with Foggy and Karen I CAN'T)

Looking forward to: the weekend; today and tomorrow are BUSY days I can't wait for them to be done already. *sighs*

Tagging @aroaceineveryplace @love-too @arojenniferwalters @martaslavendergarden

#reblog #text #meme

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tsukikoayanosuke · 4 years ago

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Behind the Fic: TW:OPT - Chapter 72 - 77

This is it, guys. We’ve finally reach the end of “Break & Gosh”! Thank you so much for sticking around until now. Oh boy, we are way past 75 chapters. I don’t know if I should be proud or worried of myself.

So, this will be the last note before we continue to a brand new Arc!

WARNING: This will contain a bit of spoiler for the newest chapters of my fan fiction Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure. Click here to read the whole mini-arc from the beginning!

Before we actually start, let me tell you about the title of this Arc "Break & Gosh". Following the Nickelodeon TV Series parody title, this Arc was named after the show "Drake & Josh". I tried to find some word that time with the title and came up with this. I don't really like the title, but it sort of grew on me.

All of this mini-arc title were actual lyrics from Hyperdrive, the Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds' English dub opening. I kinda forget why I chose this.

This arc itself can be separated into two: Leona's Therapy (72-73) and Magishift Rematch (74-77)

Following what I did in The Crimson Tyrant, I gave Leona two 'therapy' chapters, just like how I gave two pay-off chapter for Riddle. So we have the comparison:

Chapter 30: Early Summer-Rain Honesty! = Chapter 62: There's More To Be Seen Than Can Ever Be Seen!

Chapter 31: Take a Break and Get Away! = Chapter 72: I Can Hear You Breathin'!

Chapter 32: Reigning Beast! = Chapter 73: I Can See You Comin'!

However, unlike Riddle’s, the therapy chapters for Leona was more Leona-centric. While I can still put some filler content in Riddle's, Leona's chapter is exclusive for Leona (with Ruggie and Jonah)

Unlike Riddle, Leona's therapy was way harder to write because, again, I didn't experience the same thing as Leona. I remember being compared, but my usual response was like: "Suck it up." Meanwhile, I feel like Leona took that comparison to the heart which made him think that all his effort is for nothing.

The entire first half of “Chapter 72: I Can Hear You Breathin'!” was improvised. I didn't plan for Grim or Ruggie to appear, however, the plan had changed.

A reference to the canon, here, Ruggie also used [Laugh With Me] on Leona

I also feel like Jonah and Leona are way harder to connect than Jonah and Riddle. Jonah is easier to connect with people who are the same age as him than those who are older.

This also adds that Riddle was pretty much grateful that Jonah said he wants to be his friend back in. So, he could trust him.

This is where Ruggie came in in place of Jonah. Ruggie clearly knows Leona better and had been for the longest. Leona trusts Ruggie, and Ruggie still loyal to him.

Also, this is probably because Leona doesn't get involved that much in Octavinelle Arc, unlike Riddle who has quite a big role in Savanaclaw Arc.

Ah, yes. The chess allegory. I didn't make it, I looked it up from here. I know nothing about chess.

I also added some of Leona's motives for wanting to bring down Malleus.

More of Leona's past were added. None of these is canon.

I just want to point out that Leona's relationship with his grandfather was inspired by Simba and Mufasa's relationship.

Also, can I just point out that Leona never actually apologized to Ruggie for Thanos-ing his arm? Well, he says sorry here.

Almost didn't happen. But because I said I want to match Riddle's therapy, this chapter was written.

“Chapter 73: I Can See You Comin'!” is a continuation of the therapy arc, I just need Leona to see that acceptance from Ruggie because he's just too stubborn and closed-off.

I still really like the part where Ruggie is bowing to Leona. I'm a sucker for that.

The second half of this Arc was a mess, because: (1) This is my first attempt writing a sports scene; (2) Canon didn't give me that much info about Magishift; (3) I thought it was a good idea to mix Quidditch with American Football

“Chapter 74: My Heart Beats In Hyper Drive!” and “Chapter 75: Take a Shot at Me Runnin' Side by Side!” are supposed to be one chapter, but I decided to cut it off in half and switch some scripts.

We never actually knew how Ramshackle Dorm was build or the history of how it became abandoned in canon (hopefully yet), so I made up some stories again

When writing the sports scene, I also watch Eyeshield 21, because this is the first thing that came up in my mind when I heard 'American Football'.

Grim with his frying pan was inspired by that one meme

“Chapter 75: Take a Shot at Me Runnin' Side by Side!” had more world-building info about the (very poorly built) magic system. I made some notes about it in my Behind the Fic: Canon and Beyond. Read it here and here.

The Octavinelle gang wasn't supposed to appear, but then I remember a plot point way back in Jonah Argentum's Declassified Boarding School Survival Guide that I need to address, so the trio made an appearance here.

Epel was supposed to be Ace's mentor. However, because I want to see more of him in Pomefiore Arc, I ended up changing him with Floyd

I made up about Deuce and his past with baby chicks. I need to make-up something about Deuce's loves for baby chicks

Crowley is the Avatar

ADeuce are ROnah (Riddle/Jonah) shippers while the Leech Twins are JonAzul (Jonah/Azul) shippers

The actual Magishift Rematch in “Chapter 76: It’s a Blur as I Go By!” is way better than the first sports scene I've written earlier, though I still feel it's a bit short spot the Spongebob reference.

The celebration though was a bit of a letdown. I really want to write more, but I can't think about it more.

I just realized that Jack never appears in this portion of the Arc, so I made up the last Savanaclaw squad scene because I know Jack still respect Leona after this.

Ah... The final scene. This is a remake of what happened in canon.

Then I realized that I never write Leona ending scene back during The Crimson Tyrant. It was because Jonah never made a contact with Leona except for that one scene in. However, Azul was present during this while celebration, so I feel it didn't come out of nowhere if I add that scene.

Overall, Break & Gosh is a challenging Arc. Needed way more planning than Jonah Argentum's Declassified Boarding School Survival Guide and felt like an actual Arc rather than a collection of one-shots.

I wrote a really long rant about The Rebel of the Wilderness and Break & Gosh.

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nodesiretogrowup · 5 years ago

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ok, I think I’m ready for my in depth recap/analyse/review of today’s episodes, one by one

hopefully this shows up in the tag because my last few posts haven’t for some reason

Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchucks!:

Frank-This season is about legacy. The first word we hear-LEGACY

The graduation ceremony took me back to my Girl Scout days. And is pretty accurate to the graduation ceremonies I did in scouts, though they had more levels. And the names of their ranks made more sense than the Girl Scout ones. Not sure how the Boy Scout ones work.

Poor Donald. Though from what we see in this episode, it might be better to not be a Woodchuck. They’re a bit...intense.

RETURN OF THE FANNY PACK

Launchpad’s notes were great. He totally wrote them, hence the grape jelly stain

THE LITTLE BABY SCOUTS ARE SO CUTE

The title is a lie. They’re trying to become Senior Woodchucks. And the challenge itself was called the Junior Woodchuck Wilderness Challenge

Poor Huey, that’s always awkward

DUCKTALES SAYS GAY RIGHTS

LENA SAYS GAY RIGHTS

Lena cheering Violet on was ADORABLE

The “I’m with Dad” shirts...chef’s kisses. I now want them to make NEVERENDING DAD JOKES

Vi’s little blush DAAAWWW

Why would Huey have seen her at scout events? I thought Violet had just moved to Duckburg, though I might be remembering wrong. Even then, Duckburg is a fairly large city she might have gone to events closer to where she lived

That fold out sash is DOPE

“DEWEY’S BROTHER!” Ouch, Launchpad.

Huey’s little wave

PROUD MAMA DELLA MODE ACTIVATED

DELLA’S IN THE THEME SONG! We all knew it would happen, but still. I NEED more Della/Launchpad interactions. They look like they’ll have a fun dynamic

He probably isn’t, but I’m gonna pretend that little asian scout is Russel from Up

Webby is a good friend

When Launchpad took Huey’s guidebook it reminded me a lot of whenever someone took the Journals away from Dipper. Complete with self doubt

Dewey is a horrible pep-talker

“Show the other nerds that you are king nerd.” Louie is actually a pretty good pep-talker. He could be a motivational speaker

I like Violet’s quirk of calling the others by their full name (ie Webbigail, Huebert)

Lena takes her new big sister role SERIOUSLY

I really like that the person Scrooge looks up to is a woman. And him sharing a room with his parents was a nice touch

“Story about Scrooge as a kid in 3..2..” Louie knows the formula (probably why he just accepted the sitcom lol)

The bee one made me laugh because alliteration...and bees

How did that map/painting work? It looked like she was actually holding it but the picture still looks fine after Scrooge peels the map off

“OOO, TWIST” I love you Della

I love the Tittertwill and its song and dance. I want it as my ringtone. And I want plushies. STAT

“I’m speechifying” I’m gonna use that next time someone interrupts me

I hope someone gets a good screencap of that post. I want to see what all is on there

Violet trash-talking is ADORABLE. She wants to fit in

“CALL HIM A CLOWN!”

When they tried handshaking...too cute! I don’t really like shipping the kids because of how young they are and that they haven’t had much experience in the crush/romance department...but Huey and Violet are adorable and I think they both have crushes on each other

I kind of wonder what Launchpad was doing while everything was going on. Also he looks SO HOT in that uniform

I didn’t notice it the first time, but all three groups took a different path. Neat

I got upset when Huey used his water bottle to make a compass. Now that lid is dirty and the rest of your water will spill

Violet dots her i’s with a Mickey. The note also made me think of the halfway there joke in an episode of Spongebob

“Do you feel appropriately razzed?” This girl is too sweet

Huey going back to pick up the note so he doesn’t litter

The little growls Donald was doing while swatting at the mosquito were cute. Also FUCK MOSQUITOS

Dewey INSTANTLY forming a connection with the bird is great

“Aw, they’re both cute” My thoughts exactly

“It’s JUST a mosquito, you should give it some of your blood”

I like that over the episode we see Huey continue to forgo the rules to try and boost his chance of winning while Violet follows them

WHY THE FUCK IS THERE LIGHTNING RAIN?!

In Huey’s panic he forgets what he knows. I feel like that’s gonna come back

“That was the smack-talking” Vi is extra adorable in this episode

Webby’s disappointment in the lack of actual giants, cute

Donald and Della should start a slapstick comedy duo

“YOU WANT US TO FOLLOW YOU ON A BRAND NEW ADVENTURE, WELL LET’S GO”

I love when Huey sings

Huey needs to see a therapist cuz that shit ain’t normal

I like him giving the guidebook a soothing, southern voice. Did anyone else think of Ratatouille when the book showed up? Like how Remy imagined Chef Gusto

“Well that’s a pickle of a different color” Oh southerns and your weird expressions

My sister kept saying that the bear looked like it was mixed with a hyena and I can totally see it. Maybe he’s a lost Wuzzle lol

“THAT BEAR DON’T CARE FOR BOOK LEARNIN"

“I’m the food"

VIOLET HAS A KNIFE

Even though I knew it would happen, I was still very disappointed in Huey for not helping Violet. That’s a dick move

“CURSE MY FLAWLESS SLAMS”

God, poor Donald

WHY DO YOU WANT YOUR FAMILY TO DIE, SCROOGE?

I love how blunt Louie is

“EVERYONE FOLLOW THAT BIRD” *Blue Bird of Happiness flashbacks*

WHY THE FLYING FUCK IS THE LAST MARKER IN A GODDAMN ACTIVE VOLCANO?!

“Where you go I cannot follow” I love JW

“I DON’T KNOW, I’M GONNA THROW THIS ROCK” That’s how I solve my problems

HUEY’S LOSING HIS GODDAMN MIND

“I’m so mad I can’t even aliterrate”

“I’m cold and terrified, sounds like an adventure to me”

“Poppycock, whoever told you that?” “YOU”

“So let’s rewrite history” That was last season, Dewey

Scrooge doing the song and dance was great

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!” “I DON’T KNOW, WHY ARE YOU IMAGINING THIS?!” That’s some fucked up shit right there

“Wait, there’s a failure badge?” I would like one

I’m glad they clarified that the challenge isn’t a one time only thing because I was confused

I like that this show included the lesson that it’s ok to fail. I still struggle with that to this day

Violet opening up to Huey is sweet. And offering to share the win. She’s a good noodle

“I thought this would be more climatic” BITCH YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ACTIVE VOLCANO! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?

“I RESPOND TO AUTHORITY” And she just pats him on the head

“LAUNCHPAD?!” “LAUNCHPAD?!” “Hey, I’m Launchpad” COMEDY GOLD

I KNEW DELLA WAS GONNA BE THAT MOM! I NEED MORE OF IT!

“YEAH, CUZ YOUR A...” “Lena, please”

Launchpad giving Huey one of his failure badges is kind of adorable. Though I thought you could only earn one of each badge. Then again they have a failure badge so normal scout rules probably don’t apply here

Dude, that DEATH GLARE Della gives Launchpad. Something tells me this isn’t over yet. I hope this means Della is gonna see Launchpad as her Sitcom Nemesis while he’s completely unaware of it. Like DW and Gizmoduck

The Sabrewing family is ADORABLE and MOST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS

JW returning as a ghost. I’m not sure if that’s funny or dark

I feel like the Duck family finding the journal is...unfair in a way. Like Violet got to become the Senior Woodchuck but Huey and his family are gonna find tons of treasure/get rich and famous

I think we’ve got some future episode titles in there

I thought Goldie said she found the fountain of youth, why was it in the journal

“MY NAME IS DEWEY”

OMG FOWL!!! I think it’s funny that Phantom Blot is still wearing his FunZone mascot costume

And now we know what this season’s goal is

Seeing Della with her family was great. Like everyone has said, it feels like she was meant to be there the whole time. Her and Donald were great. It was nice to see them being all sibling-y. I heard that this wasn’t intended to be the season opener but you could of fooled me. This sets up everything so nicely for the season. Huey is going to question who he is and what defines him. We have a list of treasures to be discovered. And we see the FOWL are after those treasures too. This was a solid season opener that has me excited for the journey ahead.

#ducktales #dt spoilers

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