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[ragnars-tooth]

HII HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

As promised, here are seven wips from the last uhh 3 years I've been writing dragons book fanfic on my silly gay computer. They're a mix of unfinished/abandoned/in-progress-but-not-that-important-rn

There are summaries in square brackets between each separate fic with a quick description of what the fuck is going on, when it's going on (e.g. book number, where appropriate) and main players/relationships. (plus a fun little word-count and look at the last time i touched the file… yeah, fun… whoops). These have been bolded to hopefully make them a bit easier to see while scrolling at high velocity.

All under the cut because it's too long for me to do that to your dashboards 🫡

[Lucy & David, chatting about author photos post-book 4. 475 words. (Oct 2022 💀)]

“Hang on…”

David paused, finger still wedging the spine of the book open. He was staring at the flap of the dust cover, frowning slightly to himself.

“Did you use my student ID for my author photo?”

Lucy leant in closer. College David was a little younger than David Rain – same dark blue eyes, but with a rounder face and hair that hadn’t been bleached white by his time elsewhere. The dusty brown still crept in at the ends of his hair, where it was now stuck to the inside of his collar.

Lucy couldn’t remember how many times she had taken down her copy of The Nutbeast and stared at the little card. It was odd to compare the man who’d lived only in her head for so many years to the one sitting on the edge of her bed.

He looked tired now. In-her-head-David had never been tired.

“It was the only one mum had.” She said.

It was the truth; Liz had run through his entire film collection and hadn’t found a single photo of David’s face. He’d been more of a landscape photographer – lots of buses and bridges that hadn’t consoled her as a child. Well, a younger child.

David cocked his head to one side, looking decidedly distraught. “But it’s awful – that’s not an excuse!”

She glanced back down, as though the image might have twisted into something else in the time she’d released her focus from it.

Nope. Still David, if a little pixelly.

“It looks fine.”

His hair was staticky and spidering out in a mess of flyaways, and David had a slight manic glint to his eyes, grinning in an angular, uncomfortable way. There might have been a stain on his shirt – it was hard to tell.

“It does not.”

Lucy cocked an eyebrow. “And where did you want us to get another? Your return address isn’t even real.”

He flailed the book wildly, “I don’t even have parents! That makes it double your fault for not having a photo of me.” The cover was still propped open an inch or so, the paper caught on his ring. “There has got to be a better one in this house.”

“Can’t fix your face, David. They’re all going to look like that.”

“This is inhumane!” he sputtered.

Despite it all, Lucy found herself smiling.

“We used it at your… not-funeral too.”

“I’m sorry.” David scoffed, eyes very wide. “You used my student identification photo at my funeral?”

“And where were we meant to get another one? You were gone remember? Can’t exactly call ghostbusters and ask them to snap a photo of you.”

David frowned, nose wrinkling at the bridge.

“I don’t think they do that – they bust the ghosts, remember?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “You’re a very annoying ghost. Maybe I should give them a ring regardless.”

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[Lucy & David, the audacity that some people have to move on and remodel the kitchen while you’re gone, really. 535 words. (March 2023)]

Irrevocably and stupidly, the only words he can get out of his mouth are:

“You moved the fridge.”

It’s not incorrect – it used to push up against the backdoor, and no amount of goodwill could stop you from nearly decapitating Bonny when he pattered through the cat-flap on short notice.

Now, it’s on the opposite wall – plastered in the same old stickers and fridge magnets reminiscent of days gone by. It’s the same fridge where he used to drink straight from the milk carton and look out over the rockery and crooked garden fence, but it doesn’t face the window anymore. David would have to turn fully around, which rather defeats the purpose.

It’s nothing intelligent, nothing profound – so much, so fucking much, has happened in five years and the only thing he can think about is the fridge, Lucy filling her water in the moonlight, barely tall enough to reach the faucet, and the rattling of the entire house in the winter months, post it notes and postcards and crayon drawings of a clan of squirrels.

There are new drawings now – Alexa’s, he thinks vaguely – but it’s not the same. She holds her markers much tighter.

It shouldn’t be a shock. It’s been so, so long since he was last here, but in the same breath it’s as though David had only closed his eyes for a second to rest, and the house has grown and shifted around him.

He knows that this is how things work, he hadn’t expected or wanted them to dig in their heels and sink into the snow with him. It’s a good thing, he tells himself, that things have changed, but he chokes on the inhale anyway.

He’s been left behind.

Lucy leans into the counter, dragging the cuff of her jumper between her thumb and forefinger. She bites the inside of her cheek the same way she did five years ago, but that’s wrong too.

It’s something in her eyes, something heavy and dark that’s never going away – she’s tired, much more tired than a child has any right being, and it seizes something in his chest.

He did this.

She sighs, moving to play with the collar of the jumper instead.

“Bonny likes to be big now and household fridges aren’t really made to withstand the force of a hundred-pound tiger… it got old real quick.”

David wants to say something, to lapse back into the way things used to be, but his mouth betrays him. He nods instead, and Lucy keeps tugging at the green fabric at her neck. It’s his old geography society jumper, he notices absently. It looks older than he feels, silver lettering faded black and brown, eroded away entirely in places. He hadn’t been to many of the meetings, not after truly being inducted into the Pennykettle’s nonsense, but the dusty smell of the common room and their pilfered coffee machine fills his nose.

It makes him want to gag. Where exactly are those members now? The idea of what will become of them if he fails has the prickle of ice rising just under his skin.

How can things be so much the same and so different all at once?

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[Henry & David: excerpt from the wider ‘wouldn’t you be mad as hell if you were a normal guy and found out your birth dad is your landlady’s new boyfriend?’ au, post family dinner explosion/revelation. 703 words. (September 2023)]

“Exiled from my own house.” He muttered darkly.

Henry arched a massive eyebrow. “You don’t pay the rent, boy.”

“I do – that is literally the one thing I do.”

“That’s rough, man.” Tam mumbled, hands weighed down by the tall coffee mug he had pilfered. It tipped dangerously as he raised it to his mouth, threatening to douse them all in yet more sludge. Henry frowned and steadied it with one hand. Tam blinked slowly and reset his angle.

“There’re camping beds under the stairs. You can set yourself up in the living room.” Henry narrowed his eyes at the two of them, “You will not be rumpling my upholstery by sleeping on my sofa.”

Tam hummed, setting his mug down owlishly before slogging out of the kitchen. He looked much more jelly than human, and David had half a mind to go and help him before he gave up on assembling the bed and curled up in a heap on the floor. He wasn’t sure if that had been on Henry Bacon’s extensive list of house rules or not.

“Did you know for long?” Henry asked quietly.

The tone took David off guard, breaking him out of his considerations of how comfortable Henry’s plush carpet was and how likely it was Tam was going to get a good night’s sleep in the inevitability that he collapsed from exhaustion.

“Know what?”

“Don’t be stupid boy.” Henry huffed, his eyes softening more than David had ever seen. It was an odd expression for the hard lines of his face. “How long did you know Arthur was your father?”

He laughed.

Turning his wrist to check the face of his watch he answered,

“Oh, about seven hours.”

“Mm, so ruining dinner was a crime of passion then.”

“Or you could say Arthur ruined dinner twenty-three years ago. Ultra-pre-meditated.”

Henry sighed.

“Don’t start writing crime novels, boy. You’re dreadful.” “It must have been a shock to the system then, you’re not one to get angry.”

David shrugged. It sounded almost like a compliment. Two years ago he would have told you with full certainty that dragons were a fantasy. Now they warmed his tea in the mornings. A lot of things had changed in his life since then.

He shifted his mug between his hands and took another sip. The dregs were starting to cool.

“It would have been better if it had been literally anyone else. Arthur’s been so… kind to me since we met and all this… it’s just-” his nose scrunched, “highly contradictory to everything I thought I knew.”

David’s family had come up in conversation before – once Henry Bacon had hold of a thread he yanked and yanked until it came loose, no matter how many loose teeth he took with it. Perhaps that was why he and Tam got along so well.

It was no secret how David felt about the concept of his father. Henry Bacon had shared enough choice words about the man himself that David had to wonder what calculations were running in the back of his mind. Was he unravelling all of his interactions with Arthur, sliding the threads under a microscope? Was he a good man? Honourable?

David didn’t have the answers to that himself.

He shook his head to clear it.

“It doesn’t matter. He’s barely a father – he wasn’t there to raise me and he certainly wasn’t there when I needed him.” He rolled his mug around to observe the escaped leaves. “I think you did a better job at that.” 

“Arthur’s… a complicated man. I’m sure you two will be able to have a civil conversation once this is all said and done.”

When exactly does this get to be done? He wasn’t sure anyone could tell him that. Not for all Arthur’s understanding of the universe and all its components therein was there an equation he could use to fix this. Replace x and y and find how he had missed this. To be so impossibly close and so far away at the same time. No doubt, he would have invented time travel before he would have noticed what sat right in front of him.   

David hummed into his empty mug.

“Sure.”

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[Tam/David, General Pennykettle Clan. David is weird after being resurrected, and everyone has questions about Co:pern:ica. There is another family dinner because those are all I write apparently. Tam and David go for a smoke break. 3067 words. (November 2022)]

“’Not like it can kill me anyway.” He says. “I didn’t eat for four years, it’s not like a bit of smoke will do me in now.”

The silence is suddenly oppressive, and when David looks up the entire damn table is staring at him, slack-jawed. He has missed something.

He quirks an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Four years?” Liz is still holding the plate of roasters, stuck in the motion of sliding more onto her plate with the flat of her knife. There is something akin to real horror in her eyes. 

“I was dead for one, yes.”

She extends the plate to him jerkily. “Then you’d better make up for it now.”

Ah! Yes, the human concept of starvation, he’d forgotten that one. Generally pretty upsetting to the average person – makes sense.

David pushes the plate back her way, gentle not to disturb the roasters as he laughs. They’re the herb covered kind and it would be a dire shame to spill them all over the floor, no matter if Bonny might thank him.

“No, really. I’m fine. Had other things to worry about – slipped my mind if anything.”

Other things, yes… let’s say that, shall we?

Arthur has inclined his head towards him in the way that means he’s grabbed the string of an intriguing theory and intends to tug it until the entire tapestry unravels. He gets that look about him a lot.

David shivers despite the British cold always being abrasively hot to him these days. What an odd image to set him on edge.

“Would you call that typical for the Fain? Not needing to sustain a physical body?”

He rolls the unlit cigarette around between his fingers.

“No,” David hums, “I don’t think it’s a Fain thing, I think it’s a dead thing.”

“But you’re not dead now, are you?” There’s a tension in Zanna’s words that he wasn’t expecting. If he were sentimental he might have called it concern. But he’s not sentimental, he’s Fain – he doesn’t do that anymore.

David shrugs. “Not entirely sure if I count as alive either.”

“You do.” She’s quick – always has been to cut off the things she doesn’t want to hear. Zanna has made it clear enough that she doesn’t like the thought that David Rain was never real, that he was some construct given life. He can’t blame her.  

“Can we not talk about how you’re dead or not dead.” Lucy snaps, her plate clinking a dangerous tone when she slams down her fork. David flinches at the sound. Tam has his eyes on him again. “You’re finally back and I don’t want to think about -” she glares at the fireplace, “-all that. I just want to have dinner again.”

He feels a twinge of the heaviness and lightness of space winking back at him. The same sensation of holding Bergstrom’s pocket watch in his open hand and staring into its face, and all that that entails.

Good, it seems to say to him, you’re not here to be liked.

“’Course. Sorry, Luce.”

She shakes her head, and seems to think better of whatever was on the tip of her tongue. She picks up her fork again and returns her gaze to the plate,

“Whatever, answer Arthur’s physics questions.”

David slides his Yorkshire pudding onto her plate in some semblance of a peace offering. Lucy douses it in gravy and almost smiles at him.

“It’s probably an… Illumination thing, rather than a Fain thing.” He tucks the cigarette into the pocket of his shirt. With the way Arthur has crossed his hands on the tablecloth there is no way David is going to get a smoke break any time soon. “I was in limbo for a long time, but I remember that my parents used to cook.”

Those eyes are all on him again. Even Bonny has plodded back into the living room to stare at him, though he’s probably waiting for one of their entourage to drop a piece of chicken.

The cat glides under the table, and from the sound of pattering paws David can hear him settle in Arthur’s lap. The professor removes a hand from the table to rest in Bonny’s fur. Then his eyes move from the patch of wall over David’s shoulders to his face.

Right. Being stared at. That’s what’s happening.

“Not my parents,” he corrects. “One of me’s parents.” That’s worse.

“The me that does not have this specific earth body, but existed in Co:pern:ica.” Better? “The me that had parents.” Nope, that’s even worse.

No one looks like they know what to say. He can’t blame them. This whole family thing is a mess.

“We do eat.” He settles on, then shoves a piece of parsnip in his mouth for good measure. He is safe for the next five to twelve seconds, if he really pushes it.

They’re curious, but no one wants to touch that mess, so Arthur breaks the quiet of everyone glancing off awkwardly at various décor, grimacing slightly. “You had mentioned that the Fain don’t do many menial tasks unless they’re unavoidable – if you remember it that way, then you’re likely right.”

“Well, I don’t remember it, but based on Co:pern:ica David, I’d say so.“ Good Godith, what was in that fucking wine? “His parents cooked, so they had to eat. Probably...”

The looks return, so he moves on quickly, waving his hands vaguely.

“Multiple timelines,” he says, “There’s several me’s, doing about the same thing now. Several you’s too. I’m just aware of them because of the d- Illumimation thing.”

Why did you say that?? Now they’re going to want to know-

“There’s multiple of us?” Tam looks at him over the rim of his glasses, half-smirking, “What, am I still a journalist?”

“Uhhh…” Well. “Of a sort. It’s hazy, but I think you worked for the media.”

Don’t say he got arrested, don’t say he got arrested, don’t say he got arrested for treason and left for dead, don’t say he used to look at you with admiration in his eyes, and that stupid overgrown haircut, don’t say you were jealous of the way he looked at Rosa, for God’s sake David you can keep your thoughts to yourself you stupid bastard.

“You guys have a media?”

Oh great, you’ve just made him more interested. Good job, jackass!

David tries to make a non-comital sound in the back of his throat. It comes out strangled. Zanna frowns at him as she sips her wine.

“Very… State-operated, if you get my drift.”

Tam, ever the journalist, has just opened his mouth to probe for more answers when Liz cuts him off. She has piled up the empty plates in her quadrant of the table. David hopes it isn’t obvious that he’s floundering, but from the fact that she’s diffusing the situation he has to accept that it probably is.

“Well, don’t leave us hanging – who were the rest of us,” she laughs, “who was I?”

You used to read me to sleep. You painted the walls of my bedroom green when I said the grey made me sad. You were the only person we knew who made things with her hands instead of Imagineering them. You went to the Dead Lands and made life. You were my –

 “You were a potter.”

Tam rolls his eyes,

“God, are we all boring?”

It makes him oddly defensive for some reason.

“Zanna worked at the librarium.”

You know the reason. You knew all of these people in a way they can never know. You’ve loved them every universe you’ve been alive in. You always will. They cannot know that. It would be too hard. It would make you cry, and the Fain don’t cry.

“Librarium?” Arthur asks, Bonny’s round face pouting over the edge of his plate, eyes focused on the sliver of ham across a moat of gravy. It’s safe for now, it’ll take at least another ten minutes for Bonnington to figure out that he can step up onto the table.

“It’s… basically a library, but the books are alive and it’s run by Henry Bacon.”

“Mr Bacon?” Lucy looks frankly appalled at the idea.

“A weird Fain Mr Bacon, yes. I think I – I think the other me was living there.”

“Like when Gwiliana kicked you out.”

David snorts. “Yeah, like the week from hell.”

He shakes his head, re-adjusts course, then looks back to Arthur. “We haven’t had physical books in over a hundred years – the librarium was where they all went, Henry-” he nods to the woman on his right, “-and Zanna kept them in order.”

He sips from his glass.

Probably a bad idea, you’ve been running your mouth all night. Shut up.

“They were bloody tricky bastards.”

Zanna looks at him oddly. Her brows are pinched but she doesn’t seem overtly disgusted with the idea. It’s possibly the first time she has been at least neutral on the discussion of the Fain.

On the discussion of who you are.

“You couldn’t have lived at a library. You would’ve made a pig’s ear of it.” Her voice is not cold – it’s a joke, probably. She thinks it’s funny.

“Oh, I did.” He pauses, tries to recall the details. The librarium is hazy for some reason.

He recalls Rosa and her kicker boots, lying in the grass by the well, firebirds overhead. He remembers being eleven, reading about pianists… then being… twenty? He decides not to poke around too hard in that gap, though its vastness is mildly concerning.

He worries that there is something there that is worse than not knowing.

You felt that way before. When you were first living at the Crescent. You had huge gaps in your childhood. Scattered dates and one or two fixed points. You don’t even know if that was real. You don’t know if you want it to be.

David swallows thickly, “I don’t… actually remember what happened while I was there – while he was there. But he must have been there about ten years – that’s what the memories tell me anyway.”

You wanted me to leave the librarium so I would stop distracting you. You made me daisy chain bracelets and we used to curl up in the hammocks together to read. There wasn’t enough room but I would race you to see who could finish their volume faster. You almost always won, but I paid more attention to the details. I never did understand what was meant to be more or less important – it was in the book, so it had to be relevant, right? Mr Henry said we complimented each other nicely.

David is vaguely aware that he has slipped into a long silence. He watches Tam glance across the table at Zanna. His fingers itch for that cigarette.

“There are two of us left wise guy.” Lucy says, finally pushing her plate away. She hasn’t touched the sprouts. She never does. “What did Arthur and I get up to?”

He pretends to think for a moment, leaning back in his seat. His plate still has a mound of mash and peas. It’ll get cold and start going soggy soon. He hasn’t felt hungry since he died. He’ll still eat it.

David rolls his shoulders.

“Arthur was a physicist – it goes over my head but I think it was something to do with time.” Arthur tips his head not unlike a dog. He would love more details but David isn’t lying when he says he doesn’t get it.

You were my dad. You worked a lot. You did a good enough job when I did see you.

“I think… you had a cool name. It’s on the tip of my tongue”

Lucy snorts. “Boring. Just me left!” She arches a curious eyebrow – the one with the carefully placed slit. “And I better be more interesting.”

This is vague too. She’s young – no, really young – and then she’s… less young? But still a little kid. There’s the same chasm in his memory.

How can I know she’s my sister and have no idea when she was born? How do I have no clue what happened after I left – is it just too close? Do I need to write it down?

At the thought of writing a familiar green snout noses its way into his head. Zookie sits on his desk, looking up at him expectantly. The little dragon taps his pencil on the edge of his pad in a way that betrays some irritation. I can’t believe you’re making me fish through your memories, he’s saying.

Nonetheless, Gadzooks scribbles down his answer, then flips the wire-bound book so David can decipher it.

Angel.

It makes his mouth go dry. What the hell did Lucy have to do with an angel, and why does it make him so uneasy? Zookie shrugs and, as he dissipates like smoke, David takes a long drink.

When he finally has enough sense about him not to melt into the carpet or storm off into the night and never return, he smiles at Lucy.

“You were the most boring child I’d ever met in my life. You liked maths.”

“I still like maths!” Lucy snaps, rolling her eyes. “I’m an engineering student!”

David shrugs, “You literally can’t get more boring, Luce.”

She lobs a pea at him and Liz starts gesturing at the two of them with her ladle. There’s the usual lecture about acting like adults, and how Lucy really should know better by now, but David isn’t listening. His eyes keep drifting to the window, out into the garden. He feels odd, though he can’t place it.

He shakes it off – talking about the Fain, delving into the memories of people who are him but not quite always has him disoriented afterwards – that’s all.

And whatever Gadzooks is on about will either happen or it won’t. He can dwell on it later. For right now, Tam is staring at him over the head of his beer – half empty. That seems a little more pressing than Zookie’s one-word puzzles.

-

“I’m gonna go take that smoke.” David says, already out of his seat by the time Zanna can send him a wayward glance. She still seems uneasy – she sees something in his face that she doesn’t like, her brows furrow further and she returns to her wine.

Liz sighs, but makes no move to stop him. “Just don’t throw the butt in the bushes,” she says, “I don’t want you setting all of Scrubbley on fire.”

“Will do.”

He sends her a mock salute, then dips around the door into the hallway.

Tam is three feet behind him when his hand is on the front door. “Figured you might need a lighter.”

David looks back to him before pushing the door open. “You are a shock Mr Farrell! A poet and a smoker – Liz will never approve.”

He gets a wry smile in response. “You started it – you’re the favourite ‘round here anyway. We can call you a bad influence on me.” He pats his jacket pocket – it’s the one with the tartan print lining that comes through at the hood and the cuffs. “Do you need that light or not?”

David pushes the door the rest of the way open, then stops it open with his weight.

“I think between us we should be able to manage.”

They sit on the brick wall that lines the entire front side of the Crescent. It’s perhaps a little too low even for David, but it beats standing around in the cold air, shifting your weight from foot to foot until the cigarette is biting your fingers.

Tam extracts a beaten-up silver lighter from his pocket, then fiddles with the latch for a moment. The cigarette resting on his lip wobbles as he swears, failing the ignition several times.

“No juice?”

He sighs.

“Not even a spark.”

David shrugs, “’s alright, I do have a back-up for when handsome journalists don’t have a lighter.”

He leans closer into Tam’s space, cupping his hands in a small bowl.

He had done this before – maybe not in this life, but the echoes of the action were strong enough that he could feel the order of operations like a phantom pain.

He felt vaguely that he was cupping his hands more to protect it from the wind than as a necessary motion. It would appear when he closed his eyes and thought it – dreamt it.

He conjured up the image of a small candle flame, the orange hue and white core, flickering slightly but solid enough in shape and colour.

Someone was talking over his shoulder – several someones, whispery and faint on the wind. The main voice was familiar enough – Liz, but not quite. He chooses to ignore the difference.

He feels the bright heat and the wobbling shape, forces it to become real, then David Rain opens his eyes.

It isn’t that impressive for a little light that has completely shattered several laws of physics. It looks more like David is hiding a birthday candle in his palms. A very small, very shit birthday candle. Been there, he thinks.

Tam, however, had clearly not been there. His eyes have gone wide, and the cigarette looks in serious danger of tumbling straight out of his mouth.

“Fuck me.” He mumbles.

“Not right now.” David says, raising his hands to his mouth.

The flame is real enough to catch, and David is soon offering his palms to Tam. He bends his head to accommodate the spark.  

Once the second cigarette is lit, David pulls his hands away from one another, extinguishing the light. Tam takes a drag, still staring wide-eyed over the rims of his glasses.

“Jesus fuck. Have you always been able to do that?”

David laughs. Have I, indeed.

“First time.”

“Christ.”

He takes a drag of the cigarette. Two men puffing smoke on the front door-step of the dragon-potter’s house – it was no wonder that rumours of real, scaly dragons have popped up in the neighbourhood. David imagines there might be more rumours of that calibre soon, but pushes it to the back of his mind.

“You had something to ask me.”

He considers denying it for a moment, then lets it go.

“I did.” Tam says, chewing over the next syllables in his head before he finally lets them loose, “Are you alright?”

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[David/Zanna. I hit early series David with the transgenderism beam. Zanna does David’s makeup, she has feelings about it. 1038 words. (31 December 2022… omg happy birthday ‘transes ur gender.docx’)]

It’s a joke.

It’s a joke.

Zanna has joked approximately a thousand times that he has the right face for makeup. That David has nice lashes and deep eyes and a just slightly soft jaw. He is indulging in the joke.

It means absolutely nothing, other than that he has a sense of humour.

In fact, it’s so funny that David is sat stock-still. Committing to the bit and allowing his partner to work her magic is going to make the outcome objectively so much funnier.

It’s a little bit secondary school sleepover – not the type that he’d ever been to, of course, there were a few more dicks and a bit less lip-gloss at those, but the thought remains – David perched on the edge of the bed, Zanna leaning tantalisingly into his space, a look of wicked concentration on her face.

He continues to avoid Zanna’s eyes. If he catches them then he’ll just start laughing, and then Zanna will start laughing, and then they’ll be a mess and the joke won’t get finished. Given the time she’s spent on his eye-shadow, it would be a shame at this point.

Lucy had never really been into makeup, or at least none of the fancy stuff. But she had found the idea of doing him up absolutely hysterical. She’d offered a hundred times but the thought had always struck something deep inside him – annoyance, was it? That she felt like he was a doll to practice on, maybe?

That she would absolutely fuck it up on purpose?

And considering the whole joke is that Zanna’s going to make him look like a girl, what would’ve been the point in fucking it up? They’ve already established that being overly serious is hilarious.

That looking convincingly like a girl when he’s not one is the peak of comedy. 

On the desk over Zanna’s shoulder, Zookie huffs. He twiddles the pencil between his paws, scaley eyebrows drawn together.

He flips the page and looks up at David. Whatever he was hoping to see, he does not, and the dragon shakes his head, tapping the book with some impatience.

Hmph, David thinks, if only you had some way to tell me things that we’ve used a dozen times. Or a language we both speak. What a crying shame.

“Alright?”

“Fine.” His voice is a little rough from disuse and nothing else. They have been sat in silence for quite some time.

“Sure?” a brush flicks around the corners of his eyes, “It’s not getting in your eyes, is it?”

“No.”

She snorts to herself, dropping the brush back into a basket of the bastards.

“You’re being very talkative, darling.”

“Sorry, I forgot I was meant to.”

“Relaxing when other people do your makeup, isn’t it?”

David hummed.

“Becca always falls asleep when I do hers. Nightmare when you’re meant to be going out somewhere.”

“Becca?” He tried to conjure an image of Zanna’s older sister in his mind. The result was a woman who was very much normal. Or at least, not someone who dresses remotely like her sister. “Isn’t your style a little… much for her?”

“Oi! She’s not boring, you know. And anyway, I can tone it down, and I am right now. I wasn’t aware you wanted me to make you a gothic princess, David.”

Oh, that might have been ni- funny, it would have been very funny.

It would have been nice to see himself in so much makeup because it would have enhanced how funny the entire situation was.

Which it is right now – funny.

When he doesn’t answer, Zanna knocks him gently with her elbow.

“I’m joking, you clod. You’ve got a perfectly normal face going on. The old ladies in Sainsbury’s will live.”

The idea of leaving the house like this – whatever this looks like – sends a jolt of ice down his spine. It’s an electric feeling that he doesn’t know how to place. It sits deep in his chest in a way that almost hurts. Somehow he’s not sure that it’s a bad hurt.

He forces himself to laugh, though it comes out a little mechanical. If Zanna notices, she is too busy trying to drag the eyeliner across his face in a straight line to comment.

“What’s the point then? Go big or go home, eh?”

-

“Et, voila! What d’you think?”

He looks himself in the eyes and a jolt of panic runs the entire way through his body.

Oh God.

It’s a thin pane of glass in the Pennykettle’s bathroom, but David is half convinced that if he reaches out, his hand will pass straight through the frame.

That’s not him. It can’t be.  

He watches himself crumple before he feels it happen, and once he cracks, the entire thing goes.

Zanna’s arm wraps around his middle, and she starts to pull him gently away from the mirror. David’s feet are cemented to the tile, they continue to stare over her shoulder at the reflection. They’re not convinced they could look away if they tried, as if some ancient magic has bound them to the spot, encased them in ice.

Their reflection is crying. Zanna brushes a hand through their hair carefully.  

“Hey.” She says softly. “We can take this off, if you want.”

She’s already leaning for the makeup wipes when David’s head shakes.

“It’s not that…” Their voice catches, much smaller than it ever has been before. “It’s not bad.”

Then what is it?

The eyeliner has tracked all the way down to David’s chin now, and Zanna wipes away the offending drop before it can stain their jumper. Only when she blocks the mirror fully from view does David look back to her.

“No?” she asks. She’s whispering, like this moment is something that could be broken by a raised voice. David’s not so sure that’s wrong. They find themself leaning minutely towards Zanna. “Then what is it?”

“That’s me.”

The waves finally crash to shore.

It washes over Zanna quickly, and David watches as the words hit them both full force. Her eyebrows arch, and the whites of her eyes widen around her dark irises. But just as quickly, any surprise is gone.

“Oh.” She whispers. “Oh, love.”

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[Tam vs Lucy. After winning at the battle of Isenfier, everyone bickers. Tam suffers. (yoinked from larger wip about the fallout of Isenfier) 576 words (June 2024)]

Tam blinked to clear his head. Right…

“The… cat.”

Lucy frowned in that vicious way that all teen girls seemed inherently skilled at.

“She’s a girl now: keep up, Tam!”

He raised his hands in mock-defence, “Right, sorry. And this girl is… our problem why, exactly?”

Lucy huffed again, as though she thought Tam was being particularly dense. Perhaps he was, but he rather thought he was owed a little more leniency on account of only recently having been un-buried-alive. God forbid he be a little behind on his dragon apocalypse lore.

“She’s one of us. She stays.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and jutted her chin in Tam’s direction indignantly. “There’s room in the car, anyway.” She added, as though that was that.

Tam chose to ignore that this was his car, and that it was rapidly going to become a tight squeeze if they continued to adopt every miscreant they encountered in the West Country. Surely ‘Bella’ had family, somewhere? She hadn’t always been a cat - right? - and therefore didn’t really have to become their problem. Though, undeniably, it was difficult to argue with the rapidly deflating look on her face; if she started to cry Tam wasn’t sure he’d be able to argue. Perhaps someone could lay in the boot if it got too cramped. Maybe Zanna would do him a favour and knock him out before he had to do the tetris-ing himself.

“That’s very kind of you, Mr Tam.” Bella said, as if Tam had anything to do with the offer. Lucy gestured wildly and with finality to indicate that everything had, obviously, been sorted.

Zanna and David were exchanging looks to the side. “We’ll discuss this in the morning,” Zanna eventually settled on, “No one’s going back to Scrubbley tonight anyway.”

Lucy started.

“Why not? We have to tell mum that everything’s okay – she needs to know it worked and that the ix are gone and-”

David clapped her on the shoulder, having to look up a little to counteract Lucy’s lankiness.

“It’s fine, squirrel. We’re all going to have a chill evening to cool down from saving the world, and let Liz know over the phone not to expect us back yet-” He pat his chest, where the inner pocket of his jacket sat, and blanched. “With the phone I don’t have anymore… where the hell has that gone?”

David let go of Lucy’s shoulder and began to check the rest of his numerous pockets. It was a bizarre interpretation of the dance Tam’s father had done every few feet when he walked through an airport. After smacking enough of his clothing and finding them bereft of his beaten up mobile, David eventually gave up, slicking a hand through his hair and sending dust and soil through it in dark streaks.

“Well, that’s somewhere. Never mind, I’ll call her at the lodge.”

Tam patted at his own jeans and was, for a moment, fooled by a particularly hard wad of dirt. He was forced to admit that he too had lost his phone. It was going to be a damn pain to replace.

“There’s not going to be any electricity at the BnB. This entire place is shredded.” Tam said, as he certainly didn’t have a phone of his own to offer.

“I’m sure I can figure something out.” David said.

Zanna rolled her eyes.

“Why do I hate the sound of that?”

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[Sophie & Zanna, end/post book 2, reflecting on the whole ‘wait is this cheating??’ situation (no it’s not, it’s Zanna having a big gay crush on Sophie that she will never completely recover from/come to terms with). They should’ve made out 😔. 277 words (November 2024)]

“Sorry, I – I didn’t know. About you and David.” Once she’d said it, Zanna wasn’t strictly sure it was true. She’d known David had a girlfriend; she just hadn’t cared. It didn’t seem that David had either. She felt herself flushing at the thought, well aware that she’d been caught in the act.

“No harm no foul.” Sophie said, an easy smile on her cherry pink lips. Her eyes crinkled at the corners – the irises very blue, like syrup dripped through ice. She didn’t seem to care in the slightest that Zanna had been enabling her boyfriend to cheat on her. “I was on my way to break up with him officially and we were pretty much over in October. You’re not on my territory, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Sophie’s territory truly hadn’t concerned her at all – clearly – but Zanna still felt offbeat, an uncomfortable sweat building at her forehead. Sophie was far too calm about the entire affair, her straw blonde hair tied back in a ponytail low at the base of her neck, strands tickling her face. She brushed one away with her knuckles and brought her hand back to rest in her coat pocket. There was a security in the way she stood – relaxed, unbeaten by the breeze.

Zanna tucked a loose braid behind her ear, the beads and charms clinking in uneven tones.

“It wasn’t his idea.” She found herself saying regardless, feeling like a child at confession. “I kissed him first.”

Sophie’s eyebrows quirked curiously. Her smile widened, top lip curling away from her teeth. She inclined her head gently. “I would imagine so. He’s dreadfully slow with anything romantic.”

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It's been a few months since I last asked a TMNT Question for you(been taking a break and started reading IDW Sonic Comics) but I just had a few more questions for you

1. What would happen if the past Alopex(the start of Mutant Town Alopex) talked with the present Alopex? And what would her Reaction be to the events that past Al hasn't been through yet?

2. If Raph and Alopex acted like Mushroom,Zanna and Zink's parents,how would it go?

3. How come Ramon wasn't with the Splinter Clan fighting the Mutanimals in issues 119-122?

4. Out of your Next Gen IDW TMNT Characters,whose your Favorite

5. If you helped with 'The Last Ronin" which Turtle would you make the Last Ronin?

6. If Tang Shen was reincarnated as a Mutant Spider would she remain Tang Shen or be given a Mutant Name like Yoshi being Master Splinter?

7. Saved the Best for last, if IDW asked you to Write and draw a Leo x Koya story set a year after 150, what would the story be?(Besides Raph X Alopex -still hoping they get back together due to too much history- , I find Leo x Koya to be my 2nd favorite Ship, 3rd favorite is Donnie X Mona lol)

It's a lot but again it's been a long and sometimes I think of the TMNT Stories you made(and I'm still hunting for issue 105) so I wanted to ask you some more and I hope to at least save enough money to go to a Convention you're going too so we can meet. Keep on drawing Sophie,we all need your Awesome Art

Past Alopex would go "oh HELL no" and dump Raph immediately after Present Alopex told her what he did.

Probably okay but they'd have a hard time when Zink got to her angsty phase.

He couldn't get off work in time. :(

Artemisia

Michelangelo

Hmmm it would depend on if she remembered her past life or not! If she didn't remember, at least at first, she'd take on a new name like Splinter and the Turtles did.

I had an unfinished Leo/Koya pitch from years ago where Koya, in an attempt to destroy Leo (this was back when they were still enemies), messes around with some of Kitsune's dark magic which causes Leo and Dark Leo to split into two separate people. Then of course Leo and Koya have to team up to stop Dark Leo who is stalking them through the wilderness. I still think that's a fun idea and I'd love to bring it back in some way one day.

Thanks for the support and everything as always!! :D

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[S04E21] Chasing a Ghost, part 6: Bella Ciao

Interview w/ the happy couple, after a moment from their wedding reception goes viral.

Music: Bella Ciao (Makhnovchik version), performed by Kit Brackett & Em Crane.

Chasing a Ghost, part 6: Bella Ciao

This episode features Lauren Tucker, Mel Nichols, & Lindsey Zanna, and includes James Big & Sophie Borjón.

It was written by James Big, and edited by Aaron Olson.

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The Last Dragon Chronicles--Season 1 Structure

When I was younger, I read a book series called The Last Dragon Chronicles by Chris D'lacey. Recently, I started thinking about how it could be adapted into a movie or a TV Series. Now, I think that a TV series would probably be the best medium for an adaptation. It would give the series lots of exposure, and maybe even get more people interested in the books. With that out of the way, here's how I would do season 1.

Season 1 would be based on the first book, The Fire Within. Unlike the book, the viewers would be made aware that the clay dragons can come to life almost right off the bat, a la Once Upon a Time. I'm picturing a reveal at the end of the first episode, where Elizabeth or Lucy Pennykettle--or both--enter a room filled with clay dragons and talks to them, and they come forward and answer.

The first season would essentially have three interweaving stories contained in it, as well as one big overarching story about rescuing a squirrel. One plot would be about David Rain and his hosts, Liz and Lucy. Another plot would be about the Pennykettle dragons themselves, and how they try to help the squirrels in their own unique way. The third plot would not be introduced until about halfway through the season, and would be the story-within-a-story that David writes, called Snigger and the Nutbeast, which, like in the book, would have a connection to real events.

David's Plot

David's plot would, much like in The Fire Within, be about his journey to finding inspiration and believing in dragons, all while trying to help a bunch of squirrels. Of course, since the audience knows by the end of the first episode that the clay dragons come to life, the suspense will be in getting David to believe in it, as well as figuring out just how and why this happens. David, much like Emma Swan before him, initially is quite skeptical about dragons, but unlike Emma, he is at least willing to play along. Lucy would act as his Henry, constantly talking about dragons and trying to get him to believe in them. Liz, on the other hand, would initially treat David like any other person and try to discourage Lucy from giving away too much. She'd warm up over time, however, especially after David breaks his special dragon, Gadzooks.

The Dragons' Plot

The second plot that would happen throughout the narrative is that of the Pennykettle dragons. As mentioned earlier, this would mainly be about their own efforts to help the squirrels. It would be more comedic than David's plot, and there'd be quite a few mishaps and close calls. We may even see a few scenes that homage classic silent-movie comedy. In the end, however, the dragons would ultimately achieve their goal. Of course, we would have to make sure that this sort of plot doesn't get too grating on the viewers. I personally would like someone such as Howie Mandel to provide the voices for the Pennykettle dragons.

Snigger and the Nutbeast

The third plot of the season, as previously mentioned, would not appear until about halfway through the season. It would be, essentially, the story-within-a-story that David ends up writing about the squirrels. This would not be irrelevant to the plot, however, as the passages would be connected to true events. Of course, David's special dragon, Gadzooks, would be a huge help in that regard. Personally, I would like this segment to be animated by someone such as Cartoon Saloon.

Changes

As mentioned earlier, there will be some changes between The Fire Within and this hypothetical first season. For example, the character of Sophie would be removed entirely. Instead, Zanna Martindale, who in the book series doesn't show up until the second one, Icefire, would take her place. In this one, she'd be more of an "eco-goth" and would have picked up Sophie's trait of caring for animals because of it. Also, the concept of dragontongue would come up in the first season, though it may not be called as such yet, because we would obviously need some way for the Pennykettles and the dragons to clearly communicate with one another.

So, I've just written a sort of structural outline for the first season of a hypothetical Last Dragon Chronicles series. I hope all you fans of the series enjoy it.

[sophiewolfheart-blog]

Making Her Mine

Roman x Sophie

Topic: Werewolf

Chapter 1: At First Sight

Word Count: 1249

It was a big night at SmackDown Live! The city of Tulsa, Oklahoma was thriving with cheers and yelling. All the superstars were getting pumped for the fights. However, a small group was in a private locker room, worried for their friend and leader. Roman Reigns was pacing the room, his eyes flashing between his dark brown eyes and gold. His fangs grew sharp as Jon Moxley, who was visiting to watch Roman’s match, tried to calm his alpha down.

“Ro! Common man, you gotta get Malice under control! We can’t afford you losing control.” Braun, Seth, Finn, and Aleister Black all sat in the room to try and help their alpha. The rest of the pack were off getting ready for their matches. Roman punches a wall and growls deeply, “I’m trying Mox!!! I forgot that my rutt was coming! Why did it have to be today, when I have a match against McIntyre! You all know Malice and I hate him!!!” His eyes turn gold, showing that his wolf was speaking.

Roman, Seth, and Mox were werewolves of the pack and so their wolf has their own personality and name. Braun is a fixed up Frankenstein’s monster, who only wished to be human. While Finn and Black were demons in human bodies. Ricochet was half were-cheetah, hence why he was so agile and quick. Becky is a banshee/were-lion hybrid, Ember is a were-panther, and Beth is a human/phoenix hybrid. Nikki is a werewolf with a demon inside her, and Baylee is a Zanna, a creature that is also known as an imaginary friend.

Roman paces as he took deep breaths, all the while Mox and Braun were trying to calm him. “Malice! Let Roman have control! Now!” Mox’s wolf was speaking, challenging Malice to give up. Soon Roman took a deep breath and calmed down, his eyes now brown again. “Thank you Ambrose, you were always the main one to keep Malice in line.” The group all calm down and wish Roman luck.

Soon it was time for the match, Roman was waiting to walk out when Drew strides up to him. Both snarl at each other as they glare. Drew’s music played first and he goes out with a snug expression. As soon as Roman’s music played he walks out flashing his golden eyes, which made the crowd go crazy. Renee comments to her team that Roman looked more aggressive than normal.The bell rings and both men go at it, the punches were harder and more fierce.

In the ring side seats, right next to the barricade, was a young woman named Sophie. She came with her best friend to their first WWE event and they were having a blast. Her friend, Rose, sat to her left cheering on Drew. Rose was a Siren/werewolf hybrid, she was stunningly beautiful and yet so fierce no man would mess with her. Sophie was cheering on Roman, a man she always had a silly crush on.

As the match went on Sophie starts to feel really warm. She pressed her hand to her stomach and whimpered. “Oh no! Not now! Why now?!” She turns to her friend and taps her arm. “R..rose! We have a problem!” Rose turns and she instantly could detect the faint smell of her heat. “Sophie! It’s too early, why is it happening?! We have to get you out of here!”

Before either could make a move, Roman was thrown into the barricades right in front of them. Drew walks over and yanks Roman’s head up and growls. “Who's Top Dog Now?!” Roman yanks away and was leaning against the barrier when he stiffens. He sniffs the air as he smelled something sweet. It smelled like peaches and sweet vanilla, he turned and locked eyes with a pair of stormy blue eyes. His world seemed to slow as his eyes turn pure gold and hers turned almost silver.

Drew caught the smell and he watches Roman. An evil smirk appears as he then shoved Roman away and steps over the barrier. He stood before Sophie and growled in his Alpha way. “Your Roman’s mate?” Sophie let out a whimper as Drew reaches for her. Suddenly a hand reaches and grips Drew’s neck and threw him back to the ring with all his strength.

He let out a howling roar as the building shook. He goes back into the ring and fights Drew with pure rage in his eyes. The entire arena heard his bellowing words as he Superman punched Drew. “Don’t You Ever Try To Harm My Mate!!!” Suddenly Brock and the Fiend appears among the crowd. Roman roars out and Brock is being fought by Seth and Mox, while the Fiend was stopped by Braun and Black. Becky made it out and grabs Sophie and Rose’s arms. “You two lasses need ta come with me! Now!”

Both girls were running with Becky straight to Roman’s private locker room. Sophie was sitting on the couch, hunched over in pain as her heat got worse. Rose was rubbing her back trying to comfort her friend. Becky stood by the door with Nikki. Seth gets in and checks on Becky and they talk quietly. Until Roman busts in and looks around. “Where is she?!” Sophie softly whimpered which caused Roman to look at her. He quickly went to her and took her hands.

“Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?!” She shook her head as she whimpers. “My body hurts”. He gently picked her up and both seemed to calm down, he held her in his lap as she nuzzled against his chest. “Shhh your safe now.” Sophie looked up at him and smiles softly. “Does this mean...your mine?” Roman laughs as he kisses her head softly. “Yes little one, this means you and I are fated.” Sophie dares herself and gave Roman a kiss. The Samoan werewolf was shocked at first and then he kissed her back. He would not breed with her, not yet. He wanted to know her first. The kiss lasted for a while before they broke apart. Her cheeks flushed as Roman had a bright smile.

A loud laugh came from the door and Braun had walked in. “That’s awesome! Our alpha found his mate!” Finn appears next and laughs softly. “The lass is so small! I never would have thought Roman would have a wee lass as his mate.” Braun laughs harder as he smiles at his alpha with a wink. “Careful Roman, I hear the small ones are feisty.”

Roman scoffs as he cuddles his little Sophie. Soon the rest of the pack came in and were happy for their alpha. Sophie felt intimidated by the taller men and beautiful women. Roman turns her around and braids her hair. “Relax, they are apart of the pack. Your safe and so is your friend. Speaking of her, looks like she found her beloved’s too.” Sophie turns quickly to see Rose be enveloped by Seth and Becky. Both giving her a kiss on the cheek as she squeals in joy. “Rose! You lucky bitch!! You have two mates?!” Rose nods happily as Becky hugs her closer as Seth laughs. “It seems that way Sophie.”

Both girls started this night as excited fans, and now both have found their fated mates. What adventures await them after this night? And what new enemies have been made?

@xladyxfatex @writtingrose

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‘Ice Maiden’ team celebrates ski record

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Image caption The team took 62 days to complete the challenge

Six women from the British Army have become the largest all-female group to ski coast-to-coast across Antarctica.

The Ice Maiden team began the 1,000-mile expedition on 20 November - each pulling an 80kg sledge behind them.

After 62 days on the ice, the six soldiers crossed the finish line at the Hercules Inlet just before 10:00 GMT.

Completing the challenge, Maj Nics Wetherill said: "I'm just so incredibly proud of the team. I can't believe how far we've come."

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Image caption The women left Heathrow on the 25 October

The group was expected to take between 75 and 90 days, with the women tackling winds of up to 60mph and temperatures reaching as low as -40C.

Maj Wetherill, of the Royal Army Medical Corps in Portsmouth, added: "This journey has had good times, bad times and great times for all concerned, and each of them, I know, has made us better people."

Congratulations have been coming in for the group.

The Countess of Wessex, who met the team at the Royal Military Academy in Sandhurst in September, sent a series of tweets congratulating the women, saying: "You have achieved your dream and performed an incredible feat of endurance physically and mentally, all while smashing the previous record!"

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“Never underestimate what you have done, not only during the expedition itself, but throughout all the many months of training and preparation that went into getting you ready.”

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The soldiers also received congratulations from Defence Secretary Gavin Williamson.

He said: "They are an inspiration to us all and are role models to young people across the country."

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Image caption The team held a Remembrance service on 11 November

Maj Wetherill came up with the idea along with Maj Nat Taylor, also of the Royal Army Medical Corps.

They said they wanted to inspire women of all ages and abilities.

The only conditions for applicants were they were serving in the Army, regular or reserve. In total, 250 people came forward.

Applicants were put through rigorous tests in the UK and Norway before the final six were picked.

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Image caption The group reached the South Pole on 17 December, less than a month after first setting off

The other four members of the team were reservist Maj Sandy Hennis of the Royal Signals, Capt Zanna Baker and Lt Jenni Stephenson, both of the Royal Artillery, and Honourable Artillery Company reservist Lance Sgt Sophie Montagne.

Maj Taylor said: "I have spent the last few days trying to imprint this beautiful landscape in my mind.

"We have called it home for close to two months now and I will, in a strange way, miss it a lot."

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Image caption The women celebrated Christmas during the expedition

Maj Hennis told the BBC: "It feels pretty amazing.

"It was really key for me to be part of an all-female team because I really want to inspire other women, specifically women, to get out there and do things they wouldn't normally be doing, or think would be possible.

"We set what was an impossible challenge and achieved it, so anything is possible."

Speaking from base camp, Capt Baker said she had dreamt of taking on the challenge for 10 years.

"We can't really believe it is over," she said.

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[ragnars-tooth]

How do i even begin to explain the appeal of f1 to the uninitiated...... it's like if highschool drama was in a car and also everyone made wayyy too much money.

ANYWAYS YES. CARS. THEY GO FAST. David's your new rookie on the grid who came out of nowhere. Lucy is the youngest world championship winner in history and thinks all these old people are stupid. Her mum is an ex-driver turned engineer/team principal. Arthur's somewhere! Jodie and Tam are bitter exes after she won the constructors with him and unceremoniously lost her seat at the end of the 2021 season (and had to resort to joining... one of the not so good teams <3 (i love you williams you're doing your best sweetie)).

Zanna was hired to whip her team into shape at the request of their owner - Mr Henry Bacon - who's putting the last of his big bucks behind the team. If they can't pull in the points this year, they're ALL out of a job! But, of course, Jodie has been driving her car for soooo long. What does this random lady know that she doesn't?? Problems ensue! (then they kiss about it)

Tam and David are also kissing about their rivalry. Maybe there's overlap! Sophie minds her own business and is probably the happiest person in the paddock as a result.

The relationship chart I could draw you is sooo convoluted.

(also tam races under the scottish flag (regardless of the liscences/whatever that mean all british drivers actually use the union jack regardless of nationality). this is because you are losing your mind if you think tam is doing anything else)

(immediate edit bc you Will listen to my random character choices - generally the driver numbers don't have any big significance. BUT: 4 was initially going to be david's (4 Thoushall drive), then i just simply thought it was funnier if he was cursing the team with number 13 after 4 was already taken (hrmmm... weirdly by that guy he kinda looks like. i'm sure it's nothing...).

7 for sophie bc she could always do with a bit of luck 💀. Lucy is 1 bc she's the most recent gp winner and excersising her right to it. )

[mooncalfe-art]

I don't know if I told you but my one big TMNT passion project and a pitch for A Future IDW TMNT Story is about an Apocalyptic Future where Draxxum the brother of Null gains the Ability to created creatures called Oozoids(how he got it I won't spoil hahaa)and nearly took over Earth with Rebel Cells lead by each Ninja Turtle and surprisingly Mutant Blood is Harmful to the Oozoids(which some are Humans turned into them),the Starting scene is Raph and his group in the last remnants of New York in the Sewers of what was once Mutant Town with him Alopex, Mushroom, Zanna, Zink and Raph's Mutanimals (long story) protecting his area,

Once again I wanted to channel my Inner You Sophie and thought how'd you'd write it,later I'm gonna write a small piece I plan to show you later to which I hope you enjoy it

Hope you have a great Day

Sounds like you're having fun but please don't tell me all your ideas, it puts me in a weird position as a writer! Thanks. :)

[mooncalfe-art]

I had another Fan Story I planned to do involving your Characters Miss Sophie,mainly it's them but if they were in the 1987 TMNT show,mostly Lita, Mushroom, Zanna, Zink,Wanda,Hector, Ramon, Chloe,Amy,Bea,and definitely Bandit and Puggle and lastly Jay, though only changes though the changes I made were gender swapping Zink to a boy and Jay to Jazmine. The idea was inspired by the 90's X Men doing their House of X Story and I thought how most of the IDW characters would look if they were in the 80's TMNT Show, and yes characters like Herman the Hermit Crab are in it too

What I'm saying is yesterday the Idea came to me at work and if I ever have the guts to pitch it to IDW(which is unlike it might just be Fanfics) I wanted to tell you first because again some are your characters and if it did good I wanted you to get some money for it

But I will say thanks for listening to Fan Stuff by a knucklehead like me and keep doing what your doing

Sounds pretty fun!

[ragnars-tooth]

And now: some suggestions from me that will expose half of the things I have ever liked. Would love to hear your thoughts on these or other suggestions btw!

With the images this gets long so under a read more ye shall go

Russ – Owen Wilson. I will not elaborate.

(googled him to find a photo and realised he is also the dude in Zoolander. I am so faceblind its not funny anymore)

David – Ben Whishaw?? Maybe?? I feel like this is as close as I’ve gotten to someone having the right face (I have accepted that at this point the hypothetical movie I’m casting uses time travel to steal actors from earlier in their careers)

Robert Pattinson and Ben Schwartz are both equally funny options (I watched Renfield recently and I’m being normal about it)

Since I’m on my Tam and David looking alike wagon – Robert Pattinson for him too. Maybe Johnathan Rhys Meyers in his vampire era (I am sensing a theme…)

Zanna – Katie McGrath. I am a merlin girlie in my soul. Shelley DuVall also. I may just be naming people who have the Vibes of characters again.

Henry Bacon – Ben Willibond. This one is just funny for me

Ian McElHinney is my more realistic suggestion lmao (look, he even has the hat)

Gwillanna – Zoe Wanamaker? Baghra had the vibes okay

Sophie - Nicola Coughan. I’m lowkey in love with this now. In my heart Sophie would have a bigger role in an adaptation </3

Lucy – honestly I haven’t seen a lot of young actors in stuff recently but I do think Bella Ramsey has a good face for Lucy (I know they’re already 19 (holy shit) but fuck it we ball)

okay here are the ratings of chris dlaceys casting :D!! but only david zanna liz and tam because thats as far as i got and i dont have my book on me to check the rest of the casting 👍 

okay so first up! ben barnes as david (thankfully not young johnny depp): i see it but i just dont think he really works for david, a little too chiselled imo

i think that they should just time travel and get young chris dlacey to play david honestly 😎 like ben barnes is very davidcoded in these pictures i’ll admit but somethings kinda just off?? anyway he could play david but there could be better actors for him anyway I DIGRESS. ONTO ZANNA!

alright so for zanna he chose either gemma arterton or gemima rooper! and what can i say i disagree. but also agree. like they both have some of the general zanna feel but theyre just kinda off like

sort of like if you put zanna thru a pressure washer?? anyway they both work pretty well ig but honestly its hard to tell without zannas typical style (goth and stuff) to really hammer in the zanna feel so i remain neutral

NEXT UP- emma thompson as liz! honestly a pretty good choice overall but her features feel a little idk. sharper than i see liz with

also i think shes skinnier than liz would be, she’d be chubby at LEAST in my opinion,, i also feel like she would have a lot of freckles but i mean thats flexible

last up for now is a quick review of tams casting! my opinion has changed since when i first did this im now a colin farrell tam truther

so tam was cast as colin farrell, who im guessing his appearance was based off of a lot because,,, same last name and they look very similar. colins a bit more idk square? than i picture tam but honestly he fits quite well i mean look at this 👇 

like he doesnt necessarily look quite how i imagine tam but i think he has enough of the vibes that he could definitely play him and also there are a lot of silly pictures of him that i think its funny to imagine tam in lol

AND THATS ALL because i cant check for the other casting since im in class </3 and also should probably get back to my work fghjgfdghjgfdsfgh

hope you enjoyed my review 😎 please feel free to say your own opinions on the cast >:) (also iirc this casting was from the back of fire world or fire eternal? cant rllly remember tbh)

HELLO! I got stuck in corporate hell for a bit there soz but I made notes and realised I had more opinions about this than I thought lmao

(Disclaimer off the top: I’m quite faceblind so characters are mostly disembodied vibes to me but I Tried to find actors to fit my points)

Ok so:

David – Ben Barnes (I am so glad I was wrong about the Johnny Depp thing you have no idea)

I wrote exactly one thing about this and it is as follows: ‘he looks like he knows too many things’. I’m a Ben Barnes boy at the best of times but fr he looks too put together and like he could name more than five countries. I think I’m a bit too used to him playing badass characters too and sorry but david just isn’t </3

Zanna – Gemma Arterton/Gemima Rooper

Both of these women look like they would host bake off (this does not disqualify someone from playing zanna) It’s so hard to tell when they’re not all gothed up, zanna through a pressure washer fr 😭😭

Gemma Arterton feels closeish for me I think! She needs grunging up though. Zanna is a henry cavil kinda thing where whatever actress plays her needs to get hotter when fucked up (affectionate) yknow? The opposite of ‘she polishes up nice’

In googling her though I did realise why d’lacey thought of her for sure:

Him and his one goth girl reference fr

Liz – Emma Thompson

I think personality-wise she would be soo good as liz but fr there’s probably someone out there who would be a better visual match

Weirdly enough my first proper exposure to Emma Thompson was when she was Mrs Lovett in sweeney todd so initially I was thinking maybe she’s a good Gwillanna?? But now I just think she’d be a funny cameo as like… Agatha Bacon, or Mrs Gee or something?

Tam – Collin Farrell

This is literally hilarious to me. I am losing my mind. Tidy him up a little and whack some glasses on him and I’ll take it.

(I am now legally obligated to draw tam as obscure collin farrell images)