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[thisispoggers]

Once in a while, I’d remember @yaminobean ‘s Sassy Benjamin AU and absolutely have a blast just thinking up of scenarios like I’d imagine myself being one hell of a salesman to all Geronimos in existence, just selling the idea of having a sassy nephew to these anxious men

Does your Geronimo need help in sending emails? Don’t worry about it! A small price of getting your ear nagged off by a small mouselet for a minute and your emails will be sent to the correct people!

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Did important documents suspiciously go missing whenever there is a newly hired mouse in the gazette? No big deal! This little guy could track down the new hire and confront them!

Did your Geronimo get kidnapped yet again? No problem! This model is installed with a BenPad containing an x-ray so he can find your Geronimo in no time at all!

Does your interviewee seem a bit suspicious in answering your questions? Don’t worry your whiskers away, this model has a penchant for smelling out bullshit so your questions will be answered as honest as possible! (Warning: This model is not well-trained in the art of staying quiet and polite, proceed interview with caution)

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Our company is not liable when it comes to the mental and physical damage your Benjamin causes, please follow the safety instructions carefully!

[spotaus]

Mm, hello to Bug!!! He's like if Error started off as Swap, but not <3

[mblue-art]

"…what are you staring at?" out comes the muffled question, soft and warm, like the half-eaten sesame ball lightly squished between their fingers. golden eyes flicker down for just a second at the treat, reminding him of their cheeks earlier when they were stuffed full as they chowed down on fried rice. his smile stretches wider. it's that same, lovely grin that never fails to make their heart flutter. "you," (adorable you), "of course. what, i can't lovingly stare at and appreciate my cute, cute partner?" a wobbly smile is followed by a puff of breath and the bloom of red on their cheeks. "whatever…" his grin stays.

[nomsfaultau]

It was at that moment five years later, Phil knew, he’d m̸̺̀u̸̞͔̙͘f̶̣̘̒f̴̠̱̂͊̚î̴͕̯͋n̵͍̳̝̊̽ed up.

[djevelbl]

That's. That's a sentence. That's definitely a suggestion that you're making there, autocorrect

[thisispoggers]

Ngl is it just me or would TV!Geronimo be absolutely rejoicing over the fact he’d be hanging out with sweet little 9-year-old Ben again?

Imagine just how quick he switches up whenever he comes to the frame like

TV!Geronimo: What in the absolute hell were you rats doing? I left for one day to interview in another state AND THE ENTIRE GAZETTE IS ON LOCKDOWN?!

Book!Thea: I don’t even know what the police were thinking, Gerry! All I was doing was doing my usual rounds in my motorbike in the room-

TV!Geronimo: WHO THE HELL WOULD BE RIDING THEIR MOTORBIKE IN A GODDAMN ROOM ON THE TOP FLOOR?! LET ME RIDE IT FOR ONCE BECAUSE I’M GONNA-

*Book!Benjamin enters*

TV!Geronimo: Benjamin! So how is school? Have you eaten yet? We can go down and buy some lunch if you want

Book!Benjamin: *absolutely oblivious* Yay!

Like I bet TV!Geronimo is just an absolute softie for him after having to grow a spine of titanium in just the show alone and neither Trap nor Thea will get to have their time in teaching him anything cuz let’s be honest.

We don’t want Shattered Pacifist actually happening lmao and TV!Geronimo makes sure of that

Also on TV!Ben and Book!Geronimo I can only summarise it like

Suspicious Rodent: Hey cute kid-

TV!Ben: *starts growling and snapping*

Suspicious Rodent: *screeching* GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH

Book!Geronimo: oh he don’t bite

Suspicious Rodent: YES HE DO GET IT OFF-

Anyways Book!Geronimo essentially got a rabid guard dog cuz no matter how sweet TV!Ben is, he’s a middle schooler and it is a toss up on whether or not he’s gonna roast the shit out of you or bite you

Anyways I love the possibilities lmao

Imagine swapping book!Geronimo and show!Geronimo's places..

THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES

[shinakazami1]

Man,,, I played a bit of Borderlands 3 and I gotta say. ZanexRhys. I get it. I finally get it

[piepiepiemag]

Lighthouse

Golden Gear Midas (Fortnite) x Young(er)!Montague (Fortnite)

Summary: midas's already terrible night gets a little more hectic as a half dead man stumbles onto his doorstep

Tags from AO3: Hurt/Comfort, Touch Starved Montague (Fortnite) , Midague, Proofread (fr this time), Trans Male Character, Trans Montague (Fortnite), Trans Midas (Fortnite), T4T Midague Real,

this one goes out to my best duo, they planted this idea in my head in a random match and i just had to write it. the golden gear midas x pathetic lil guy monty cinematic universe is ever expanding in our heads sgbkjgh

The stars were barely visible that night, a large portion of them covered by the rain clouds above. The half moon peeked out from behind them, as if it was observing his work, illuminating the hidden parts of the porch that were not lit up by the single yellowish light above.

Midas was busy checking his bike for any malfunctions before going on a ride, thoughts switched off, methodically working his way through it. He was quite reckless in most scenarios, but he took road safety very seriously. His golden hands glided over the parts one by one, eyes focusing on them the whole time, until disaster struck.

He pulled back his hands immediately, but it was too late, the bolts and plates under his fingers started glowing and taking on the signature colour of his hands.

He cursed in frustration.

The golden touch was quite convenient, now that he escaped the grasp of his parents and had to survive on his own. Anything he touched turned to a 24 karat work of art, ready to be sold. It was easy to get by like this, he was on top of the world without even needing to do anything. But it was all the more inconvenient in every other situation. His control of it was weak, and most days even if he concentrated on suppressing it with all his power accidents like this would happen frequently.

That skeleton ghost thing was right. It was a curse. He was just too stupid and arrogant to admit it. And now he wasn’t in control again.. The same as it used to be. Dangling by yet another string like a puppet, pretending he was enjoying it so he wouldn’t have to face reality.

It was pissing him off.

He pressed the light switch a lot harder than he needed to, igniting all of the porch lights. This was going to take a while. He huffed and puffed about it a little before turning on his heel and heading in for his toolbox and the replacement parts he kept around.

Somewhere in the distance a young man took his last breath.

Despite all odds he still kept on stumbling forward, pulling himself along the road, leaving a bloody trail behind.

He died that night, in the middle of nowhere with no one to see or mourn him, and yet his body kept on going, his encrusted heart pumping blood through his veins just like it was supposed to.

The blood coating his chest and arms began to slowly crystallize, his bullet wounds closing up, the cells in his body regenerating at an inhuman pace.

The relic he stole managed to save his life, but it was at a cost. His heart no longer belonged to him, he became the plaything of some ancient power he didn’t even know of.

But in that moment none of that mattered, all he could see through his still undamaged eye was the darkness of the night, and a faint light in the distance, guiding him to a perceived safety.

He had no idea where he was, nor how long he had been walking. Time and space blurred around him and the only thing keeping him conscious was the overwhelming pain and the thumping of his heartbeat in his ears. All he could do was follow the guiding light in the distance, hoping to find salvation by the end of it.

A soft prayer left his lips, to a God he didn’t even believe in.

It’s been over an hour since Midas began replacing the parts of his baby, growing more and more frustrated in the process, his headphones blasting music loud enough to override all of his thoughts.

The more he tried to fix it, the more parts he was turning gold in the process, his heightening emotions not helping in the slightest. At that point he was ready to call it a night, fully giving up on going for a ride.

He began to pack his toolbox, absentmindedly bobbing his head to the cacophony of instruments blaring in his ear. Upon finishing and looking up he almost fell backwards, a loud yelp escaping him.

What laid a few meters from him, barely lit up by the lights was a shell of a man, covered in grime and dried blood. At first he wasn’t even sure if the person was alive, or how long they’ve been there.

“Who-“ -he spoke up, pulling off his headset and stepping closer to the person before being interrupted by what sounded like a death rattle coming from below.

“…hel.. help…. me…please…”

The person raised his head as he forced the words out, the realization of who it was hitting Midas like a truck.

He knew this guy.

This was the man who broke into his house about a month ago, somehow managing to avoid all the security cameras, only getting caught when he woke up to get some water and walked in on him.

Midas was far too sleepy to even comprehend what was happening as the robber pulled a gun on him, saying something in a language he didn’t understand, before jumping out the living room window, taking his Xbox with him and flipping him off in the process.

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He’s been told by others that it was stupid to get angry about something like this when he could afford an infinite amount of consoles, but it was more about his personal space being violated.

The robber was very distinguishable, his dyed platinum bangs and mismatched eyes making him stand out from any crowd. And to think that he was now in front of him, in such a pathetic state.. Midas couldn’t help but take pity on him, even after all of that.

“I- I have a medkit inside! Let me just..” - he stuttered, still under shock. He reached his hands out towards the man, trying to get a good grip under his arms to pull him up.

Thankfully Midas was strong enough to manage to struggle him into the house. He carefully laid him down on the living room couch and ran to the kitchen to get the medical supplies.

The plan was to do first aid on him then call the ambulance, maybe the police as well. He was the one who robbed his house after all, but Midas was too busy trying to save his life to care about that.

He hurried back to the living room, looking over the man in front of him. He was unconscious, but still breathing. The blood on his clothes was shimmering in a strange way, the light bouncing off of it with each shallow breath he took. Midas reached his hand out to touch it in curiosity, the sharp red shards falling off of his clothes like small diamonds. He was utterly confused, but he began unbuttoning his shirt.

What he saw underneath surprised him even more, the sight of a very familiar piece of clothing making his stomach twist. There was no way he could struggle that off of him.

Midas reached for the pair of scissors in the medkit, apologizing profusely under his breath as he began to cut the fabric from his stomach, up till his collarbone. Guilt laced thoughts were racing through his head at the speed of light. He could buy him a new one, maybe even ten pairs if needed. He could even give him his old one for the time being.. Anything to make up for it..

Once it was off he could finally observe the damage. Three bullet wounds were visible on his chest and torso, all hitting vital spots below all the crystallized blood, but against all odds, they seemed halfway healed already. Most worrying of all was the huge circular wound right above his heart, a few thick gashes leading out of it in all directions, reminding him of a child’s drawing of the sun. It too stopped bleeding, and seemed to have begun healing, but it looked terrible nonetheless.

Midas reached for the compress and bandages, before attempting to wipe all the shards off of his chest. When that was done he got to work, trying his best to recall all the things he learned in his first aid training. He needed to focus. Turning anything to gold now would mean possibly losing him, and he wasn’t willing to do that.

Despite his memory being fuzzy from the stress he did a pretty good job. When no more blood was seeping through the bandages he finally stopped, resting his hands on his knees and sighing deeply.

Just what the hell happened to this guy?

As he mused to himself about the possibilities he noticed a strange light emanating from the pocket of the man’s pants. Curiosity took the better of him and he reached for it, pulling out a large crystal the size of his hand, also coated in blood.

The more he looked at it the more ominous it felt, the red colour seeping into its depths, the light inside of it fading and shining ever so slightly until the realization hit him.

It was almost like a heartbeat.

Midas swiped his finger over the side of the gem, attempting to see if he could wipe the red taint off of it, when suddenly the man next to of him lunged forward, grabbing onto his arms desperately.

Midas almost screamed out in surprise, his chest heaving as he came face to face with his robber, his eyes almost having a crazed look to them.

They just stared at each other for a few seconds before Midas finally let go of the gem, letting it fall onto the other man’s lap. That seemed to have calmed him a little and he let go of his arms soon after.

The man looked down onto his half bare chest, tracing the bandages with his fingers, like he was almost unwilling to believe that they were there. Like he couldn’t believe that someone saved him.

“..merci…mille fois..” - he muttered softly before he could feel his power leaving his body once more, silently leaning forward and resting his head on Midas’s chest before dozing off.

Midas was in shock, raising his hands up defensively, unsure of what to do. The guy was knocked out cold and while he could wake him up, he was still unwell and needed to rest. He could try to wiggle his way out from under him, but he decided against it, taking off his jacked and laying it on the man’s back in an attempt to keep him somewhat warm.

Maybe this was a sign for him to sleep early. He rested his back against the couch and laid down, feeling somewhat warm and comfy with the guy laying on his chest and all. It was weird. But he didn’t hate it.

He closed his eyes, attempting to get some rest himself, only realizing that he didn’t bring Jewels back from the driveway as he drifted off. He hoped no one would steal her..

The next morning came a lot faster than anticipated, the warm rays of the sun creeping in through the blinds and slowly pulling Midas out of his sleep.

He looked around in confusion, only to see that he was alone, the evidence of what happened last night still scattered around him, reaffirming in him that it wasn’t just a dream.

He pulled himself up front he couch and began his day as usual, groggily forcing himself from one room to the other all the while thinking about his mysterious visitor.

If wasn’t until late in the afternoon that he heard a knock on the door, walking up to it, unaware of who it could be.

Once he opened the door it all clicked, it was the man from yesterday, still looking pretty worn out, the crystal now hanging from his neck in a makeshift necklace, it’s colour having faded to be off white with a slight pinkish tint. In his hand he was clutching Midas’s Xbox, like some form of a peace offering.

They looked at each other, exchanging some puzzled expressions before the man reached the console out to him and spoke up.

“Thank you for sa- just.. i’m sorry for stealing this..” - he looked almost embarrassed, an unusual expression compared to the cocky grin he sported on their first meeting.

Midas reached out to take it away from him, having to turn his body slightly to get it. The man’s depth precession was completely off, something he himself got somewhat used to at this point. His best guess was that it had to do something with the fresh cuts across his blue eye, red blotches being visible on his sclera as he moved his eyes around.

“Can you like.. see well?” - midas asked hesitantly. the man lowered his head, not wanting to look him in the eyes upon being caught red handed.

“Not really but..” - he trailed off. Based on his clothing and appearance he must have been homeless as well, or at least not having the best living situation. The gears turned in Midas’s head, he should just take his Xbox and let this guy leave, call the police on him and never see him again.

But when he looked into those soft, sad eyes he could almost feel his heart ache.

“Do you at least have somewhere to stay?” - he asked. In place of an answer the man just lowered his head even further, to the point that Midas could barely see his face. He tried again. - “If you don’t, you can just.. crash here for a bit. ‘Til you’re healed up. Oh and-“

Midas turned on his heel, running into the house and grabbing something before coming back.

“Really sorry about your binder, but I’ll get you a new one! As many as you want!” - he raised the clothing in his hand, it was quite expensive looking even at once glance. - “You can use this for now! Please? I’m rea-“

“Thank you.”

“Yeah no problem dude!”- midas laughed a little, relieved to have solved things as best as he could. - “Your name is?”

“It’s Montague.” - the man in front of him smiled softly as Midas turned around with his console under his arm and motioned for him to follow. He took quiet steps around the small building, following Midas almost like a lost puppy.

Midas kept thinking about if he made the right decision, in the end settling on a strong maybe. Living alone wasn’t the worst, but he kinda looked forward to having a roommate.

[faequinn]

these are progress pics of my blogs so far

[brobotsbro]

Me: cringe culture is dead! Like what you like, write about your blorbos who cares if it's self indulgent or bad or whatever!

Me: unless it's me. I can't let anyone know I Feel

[thisispoggers]

What do you imagine a Geronimo Stilton Pirate AU to be like?

Soda you are about to awaken the AC Black Flag Whore inside me

The ship’s name would likely be The Rodent’s Voyage lol a little something from its original source

In true fashion, Geronimo is the unwilling captain of a ship lmaoooo but id say that Geronimo is gonna be hella different than usual since he is gonna be raised as a pirate

Pirates in history is known for catching navy ships and looting them so G would be a lot more aggressive compared to his other counterparts which is a saying something lmao

G would have to be really ruthless, strategic and has great fighting skills just to be able to lead a gang of pirates but that doesn’t mean that G has to be like hella rude (tho he has to be hella loud lol)

Which can be in their favour cuz if he can speak the gentleman’s language then he will be able to gain a whole lot of allies despite being a criminal of the sea

But while he is bound by contract on land, that doesn’t mean he is bound by contract at sea because it can be a lot easier to hide crimes at sea cuz many people in the old days are unable to swim (unless you’re a pirate or work on the water)

While Geronimo might be a pirate, he always is true to his promise because for him “a true man keeps his words” which is hella rare for pirates at the time so his crew would definitely be hired for a whole lot of dirty work by corrupted officials that doesn’t care how the work is done as long as it is on the down low and done quickly so he definitely has a lot of favours he can ask to be able to get out of certain situations

Of course G would not be trusting any of his allies with his life nor any of his family’s life so he always carries a weapon on him in case they try anything cuz he might be the only pirate captain working for anyone with money, he is still a pirate so if he gets caught or arrested, he will be shot on the spot

Anyways to the family!

Peepaw would definitely be retired but as he was the previous captain, he would definitely be the boatswain of the ship, essentially he is the manager of everything on the ship so he is always checking in on the ship’s condition, supplies, crew and most importantly Geronimo (the other option for him is that he retires somewhere nice and secluded but that’s boring I need Peepaw screaming at the crew)

Thea is gonna be the Helmsman of the ship as well as being the Sailing Master as she is great with navigation as well as finding new places to check out and loot from plus she is the best fighter of the entire crew, she essentially drives the ship as well as set the crew in the course that she agrees upon with Captain Geronimo

Trap is the cook no explanations needed screw this guy

Fine he is also the Master Gunner, he just maintains the ship’s weapons

Benjamin is most definitely and irrevocably gonna be somewhere else that is not the ship cuz as much as the family would like to be close to the little man, they ultimately will not want him anywhere in harm’s way so they got someone else raising him in a far away but safe location away from the pirate’s enemies cuz they will not take any chances that he would get hurt or worse

I think most of the family’s riches are concealed away from the rest of the world in the safest location and that location would be some type of mansion or villa they built in an extremely secluded but safe location known only by Peepaw, Thea and Geronimo in which there is a secret room where the money is in gold and precious items like gold swords, crowns and the likes (Trap is not to be trusted screw him)

This is also gonna be the place Benjamin will be living in and raised to not be a pirate by Aunt Sweetfur and eventually Professor Von Volt

Prof Volt probs got trusted because he is indebted to Peepaw or something like he grew up poor and he got what it takes for a medical degree and Peepaw pays for it or something and that’s why he is loyal idk

Which can also open up to some kind of storyline that Benjamin is now a grown young man and wants to learn about his family’s history only to figure out that his estranged family members were a bunch of pirates which can be a cool story or something

[griseldabanks]

This came up in conversation yesterday, and now I'm really curious.

[poguniversity]

shaking my head before i post about dennis murdoc so everyone understands that i think macgyver 2016 fucking sucks

[nomsfaultau]

SCP Tommy: I was so caught up in the euphoria of talking to a human being who doesn’t want to murder me that for like a minute I lived in a world where getting arrested for shoplifting doesn’t exist.

[lookanartdweeb]

When Shadow bit Sonic's tech off and then turning to show camera my sister and I literally both went "OOOOOH" at the same time very loud cause we were not expecting that.

That episode was SO GOOD I'm so excited for this season. Shadow is being written so well in this series!

[hickeygender]

god. i wish i'd actually written more for that fic idea i had years ago where obi-wan and satine got space vegas married as teens and never nullified it out of lingering fondness only for it to turn hostile and ugly during the clone wars culminating in a VERY public and messy divorce and the ensuing bitter custody battle over korkie. it was gonna feature juicy holotabloid gossip and anakin experiencing every possible emotion yet growing closer to obi-wan in response and the political fallout from a high jedi general of the republic being married to a neutral head of state who APPARENTLY had an heir that she tried to pass off as her nephew for years. idk what the hell else i had in mind besides it ending happily for the galaxy at large, but dear god there was so much potential there. i'll never write it bc that would be a LOT of work and likely lead to annoying satine stans getting on my ass for an objectively hilarious concept, but like. the possibilities! imagine you divorce your cringefail wife and unintentionally end a galactic war in the process. hand in unlovable hand...