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Okay now I cannot stop myself imagining what if these three went on a crazy cruise together?!

Like who would rule the ship? Who would be captain? What would the others do? What crazy adventures would they encounter? Would they talk of their wives/lovers non-stop over drinks? Would they kill everyone one sarcastic comment at a time?!

Like this is the team BBUM (aka Big Brains Unorthodox Methods)

These guys are basically both geniuses and silly potatoes at the same time! You love to hate them and you hate to love them and you follow their every adventures! Incorregible bastards and sweet souls in one package!

Disney, Dreamorks and Greek Mythology, the monster giants of epicness and iconic characters in one hell of a crossover!

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I’m Alive! Sparky The Superhero’s Story

Chapter Two – Hunting the Vampyre

(Part 1 The Crusher’s Fall)

She's a big lass and a bonny lass

and she likes her beer,

and they call her Chubby Applebottom

and I wish she was here.

                        Historical, Great Earth

   My dream was one of ecstasy and fulfilment.

   I was myself again. In my forties, I think. The real me, before I died.

   I was in my workshop or someplace very like it. All around were tools, some normal, some strange to ordinary people.

   I saw my hands lift out the green globe from a hidden pocket and place it on the workbench. I left it there, a pale globe waiting to be awoken, waiting to fulfil its meaning.

   I went to another bench and took down a long cylinder of metal, some six inches long, about an inch wide. Into the vice it went. I then used a hand-drill to try and bore a hole right through it. The metal was hard and so I tapped the drill bit with several sparks to harden it and give it a tiny amount of magic. Now the metal parted easily and the bit went right through leaving me with a long hollow cylinder. I now took out a plate of metal and cut a piece of it out with a hacksaw. This I drilled in several places.

   I took a lump of wood and carved it into a more rounded piece.

   You see, I was making what we called a gum. I think that’s the word. It is an archaic word, dating back to the Great Earth. It is a projectile weapon. A sophisticated projectile weapon with moving parts.

   Bow and arrows worked on this planet, crossbows, catapults, slings that fired small spears but there were no working part projectile weapons.

   It was not that these things were banned, just that no-one had thought of making one. They were far too complex, even with magic. Who would need one in a city when you can carry a sword or knife or stave?

   I noticed my hands were smaller than they used to be but still very nimble.

   My hands were carving and smoothing down the handle to the gum. This was going to be my greatest achievement if I could make it work.

   Gum? Gut? Grim? Something was not right.

   Gat? Grat? Grun? Gum?

   The word was wrong. A small projectile weapon . . . I reached deep into my mind. Suddenly it was flooded with ways of making living people into zombies. Not good zombies but slow-walking, stiff-moving zombies. The sort people would notice at once unless it was dark.

   Ah, there. There was the memory I was seeking. The projectile weapon was a gun, a handgun.

   A gun!

   I moved some plans across to this bench. The first design was one that was a one-shot gun. One you had to reload each time you wanted to fire a projectile. The next one was a side by side, firing two shots with two triggers.

   Ah, there it was. This one had a rotating cylinder in which you put projectiles. There was a ‘close-up’ of that cylinder on the plan. It had seven drilled apertures. Seven little projectiles could be loaded into this.

   My thoughts drifted and I just watched my hands, drilling, shaping, making the handgun until it was fully formed. I had used screws to hold it together. That and solder made from silver and green-metal.

   I opened up the gun and span the cylinder, it rotated as smooth as silk.

   Now for the projectiles. They were nothing special. Just bullets in a mould. Like when I had been making silver bullets to kill werewolves for my catapult. Those were round, these were longer and cylindrical.

   I did it. I finally did it. I opened up the green sphere, the momo globe. At the bottom I could see a golden leaf and it was covered by a thick green liquid. I had never seen such a thing before. The green liquid seemed to move, to undulate, to dimly shine.

   I had never seen this before but my body knew what it was. I dipped the end of each bullet into the green slime, one after another until I counted one hundred. Ninety-three went into a pouch. The remaining seven were loaded into the gun.

   Now the finale. I eased off the top of my left index finger and a line of sparks flowed forth. I let this line hit the hammer mechanism of the handgun. It heated under those sparks and glowed red, a puff of black smoke and I knew the job was done. I replaced the tip of my finger.

   I replaced the tip of my finger? This was not the old me. The one that had lived. This was me, me, Sparky!

   Sparky dreaming!

   The dream changed and now it was black. I knew this dream. I hated this dream but I could not escape it.

   I was in the old manor house of Doctor Gory, a female doctor of incredible beauty who was totally nuts and liked inventing the weirdest things that had ever been even imagined. The house was far from normal cities, far up north. Past Castle, past Dee and Ness. From there she used a special train that she had built, just for her own use, at great expense. It travelled from Ness to her hidden estate. On that estate a castle, a manor house and many parks.

   A park? Of course, you are a city person, you don’t know what a park is.

   That is an area of greenery with bushes and trees and wild things growing. Animals but not beasts live there. There are no parks in The Smoke. There simply is not room.

   I was in the cellar of the manor house in her laboratory there. I was the first you see, the first dead body. Doctor Gory was trying to use sinus like the sinus-tists did on Great Earth. She was wanting to use technology, not even fully understanding what technology was. It had never existed here, not on this planet.

   On this planet was magic and clockwork and steam.

   Tied down to an operating table, a slab, ‘tricity was passing through my body, never-ending. Although my body twisted and arched, bent and shook and twitched, it did not come to life. I had died ten years before and the body had rotted. She wanted my body, my brain as I had been an inventor, a man some thought a genius.

   The dream flickered back to me, alive, as Sparky.

   I now know all languages and have a lot of knowledge I did not have in my real life. I have the knowledge of every person used to create me, even the ones whose body parts were ruined and discarded in the process of making me. The only part of me that truly belonged of me was part of my brain. The front cortex. The rest of me was made from hundreds of other people.

   The dream flickered back and I was still dead. Only my head laying on the slab, the ‘tricity still passing through it, so it had a chance to survive and not rot.

   Doctor Gory’s process used decayed body parts in order to give life to the rest. She kept adding and adding human remains and stayed with the parts that survived the process. The only truly original part of me was that chunk of my brain. All the time the creator was working on the body ‘tricity had to be passing through me and the body or the whole thing would die.

   I had hundreds of parts attached to me at different times and slowly but surely parts attached to me did not die. Four parts of a skull that could withstand the process and then a torso. A tongue, an arm, a leg, another leg. Parts discarded, parts attached until I was whole and the flesh was now fresh.

   Trepanning my skull to put another line of ‘tricity into it, a hole in my chest to add a line to my heart. A monumental surge of power . . .

   I’M ALIVE!

   I woke screaming, as I always did. No-one complained. No-one ever complained about my screaming.

   The first one who had done just that had been beaten to a pulp in the fear and anger the dream had left me with. He had been banging on my door as I awoke, still half in my dream-state. After that the landlady told all her residents, then and after, I suffered from grisly nightmares and none should go near me when I woke.

   One fool ignored this and smashed open my door while I was still asleep and screaming from my dreams. The crossbow bolt took him in the heart and he died.

   A hefty bribe to the landlady, a golden sovereign no less, and it all went away.

   Dawn had arrived.

   Everyone say hello to Dawn.

   The best time of the day!

   I thought carefully about what I was going to wear today. The trench coat always, with its secret pockets and magic, it was one of my most well-designed items. My trousers were looking dirty and I brushed them out best I could and then brushed off my trench coat too. I did not clean my boots. Shiny boots get you noticed. I did brush my brown bowler hat, mould had started to grow on it.

   In the cities, everyone wore a hat. A person without a hat was not worth calling a person. A poor man would wear a cap, a poor woman a scarf around her head. An office worker would wear a bowler hat, the rich man a top hat. The women of these elevated peoples would wear a hat of varying colours, sometimes with frills, sometimes with elaborate decorations, sometimes just a plain hat but always a hat, never a scarf. A boy would always wear a cap until he was an adult, a girl a plain bonnet.

   Working boys and girls wore bonnets – sex workers. The men and women who gave so much pleasure. The pillars of the city, the people that the city could not do without.

   Even roadmen wore hats, even normal tramps and drinkers who lived under the arches. To be without a hat meant you were a non-person. Someone who should leave the cities and go outside.

   My shirt was linen and could do with washing to get the bloodstains out but there was no time for that today. I looked around for my silver topped cane, I found that and then I saw it.

   It was there.

   On the inner sill of the window, the gum!

   No, not gum, gone, no not that – gun! Handgun!

   Someone had made that gun and it was not me. It was someone in my dreams, someone very skilled. Someone who had plans and designs for such a thing. I had no such plans, not in my last life, not in this life.

   It had a rosewood handle, a reddish brown that made it stand out. A long barrel, about five inches, a chunky cylinder for the bullets to live in.

   There was even a carrier, a holster for it. A leather holder but with no belt strap. I turned over the holster and saw the blue patch on it and understood.

   I washed and dressed. I changed my mind on what to wear. I put on a suit. An old brown suit but a suit nonetheless.

   I pressed the holster to my belt and it stuck fast. That holster would be firm now. I gathered up the tools of my trade.

   Killing unnatural creatures that was my trade. The Creators made them and I killed them. Partly to stop normal people from getting hurt, partly just to piss off the Creators who made them and were so proud of these abominations.

   Today, I would be hunting a vampire.

   The first vampire was created about two hundred years ago. Created, not formed naturally. Not a single human being had ever became a vampire through a pact with the devil. The first vampire was created by Otto the Bloodthirsty, just outside the city of Czar. Myths had been circulating for centuries about such creatures, so he created one.

   Vampires are very different from the myths about them. In the stories they are affected by a long-lost God, whose son was nailed up to a cross. The myths tell us crosses will drive a vampire back.

   Vampires do have a connection to crosses. They collect them. When shown one, the vampire will often try to buy it off you for their collection, however basic it might be. As there is no relation between modern religion and vampires, they have no fear of them whatsoever. Same goes for holy water. A stake through the heart, whatever it is made of, kills them, as it would any human. Cutting off a hand works just as well, letting the blood completely drain out of them so they are vampire no longer. Their hearts pump blood at a much faster rate than humans, so this can be very quick and they cannot fight while it is happening as they are becoming weaker at a fast rate.

   We now come to the myth of vampires making others, like werewolves are supposed to do but cannot. Halfbloods is the name, those that have been turned by vampires into a similar form of themselves. They can walk in day but cannot make other vampires. They drink purely to kill and to taste blood. Halfbloods look sallow and have dark rings around their eyes as if they have not slept in weeks. They are skinny and emaciated as they can no longer eat any food or take any drink at all. Once you know about them, they are easy to spot.

   When a vampire dies their skin ages and then falls away to leave a skeleton. When a halfblood dies its skin goes black and they just lie there.

   I was after a very special sort of vampire. The Vampyre.

   The Vampyre was supposedly from the Old World. Humans had migrated from the Old World thousands of years past but their myths and stories were still part of our lives. Part truth, part fiction, they were still our myths.

   Vampires, in the Old World, in a place called Bulgaria, had a creature called the Dhampyr. This abomination was the result of a breeding between a male vampire and a female human. In the Old World that is. Here they had to be made. And only one person made the Dhampyr. Madame Jenna.

   Not the sweetest of females but the Creators never were. Her mind was twisted and her hobby was torture. In making all the unnatural creatures, she always used torture. To make a vampire you needed a live person. It took a special sort of Creator to take a live person and turn them into a half-dead one. A creature that lived on blood and nothing else.

   Madame Jenna made the Vampyres, a weaker sort of vampire but still very powerful. And she did this by first torturing the human subject until it was out of its mind.

   This Creator had three workshops that I knew of, but she was not the objective. The new Vampyre was. It had killed two working girls in Whitechapter, also a male for rent in Sojo and a woman in Bankside. It was rumoured the woman in Bankside was not a prostitute which confounded the stories from the grotty newspapers. The Daily Sketch had been using big banner headlines to tell everyone of a serial killer that was killing prostitutes, snatching them in the fog and taking them away. Their bodies were being found horribly mutilated in nearby alleyways. The Sketch had reported seventeen of these murders.

   I had asked a reporter from the Daily Sketch what he thought. He had confided in me (after I broke both of his arms) that there had only been four grisly killings, the others were normal murders blown up to look good and sell newspapers. He himself had sliced a female murder victim open to make sure the story ran and ran.

   He died, slowly hanging from a lamppost. No-one really cared – he was a reporter after all and a most unpleasant one at that. When reporters stop bothering the families of murdered people, when they stop intruding into innocent people’s lives, then they might get sympathy. When they stopped making things up just because the story did not suit the facts, I might defend them. Until then, they were fair game.

   So, the fourth victim was different. From my reporter source I was told that she had been cut up, her body was half drained of blood and there were puncture wounds in her upper right thigh. This victim was not a street person. He had heard that she was on the drug Eternity.

   Eternity was a strange narcotic indeed. Normally people got addicted to drugs and came back day after day for more. With Eternity, only one dose was needed. One dose and you dreamed the life you wanted to have. Your body did all the normal things, it went to work, it washed itself, it cooked, it ate and drank. Your mind though was on a whole other plane.

   It was always the same dream. You were a God on Earth 1.1. You mixed and battled with other Gods. The whole population of the planet worshipped you, would do anything for you that you asked them to. The Gods used mortals as their pieces of a game. The battles of the Gods were fought using mortals. That game took an Eternity.

   There was only one problem with the drug Eternity. As it was a one dose drug, it was hideously expensive. The going rate for one tablet was . . . twenty-five pounds. That was a huge amount. Half the price of a terraced house. And who could afford to own a house?

   I had all the details of this woman. She was single but very rich and not an heiress, nor ever married. Where had the money come from? Even a high class call girl would not make that sort of money.

   An office worker might get a mortgage for that sort of money for a property but then he would be paying back his whole life. And it would be a very well-paid office worker to do that. Most people rented, only one in maybe five hundred ever owned their own place, even with a mortgage.

   I left via the window as usual. Even in daytime the smog was fighting a battle with the normal air to who controlled the streets. Visibility was not bad today, you could see almost thirty feet in front of you.

   The streets were busy. A woman got pushed into the road by a pedestrian in a hurry. We heard the scream as the tram rolled over her. No-one paid any attention. This was quite normal. Men, women, children pushed into the road and sometimes killed by trams was a day-to-day occurrence here. There were just too many people on the pathways.

   I purchased a newspaper from a vendor on the corner and went to the tram stop. It was a stop covered because of the rain at weekends. I did not open my newspaper. All too soon a tram screeched to a halt. On I got, ignoring the driver. I sat down on the top deck. I was at the front so I could watch who came up the stairs.

   Two stops down the conductor came up and seeing me approached.

   “Single to Bankside,” I told him, watching his every move.

   “Two pennies,” he told me. Bankside was a long way through the city.

   He looked me up and down and so I took off my trench coat and he saw my suit and took note of my brown bowler hat.

   A suit and a brown bowler hat did not mean a city gent. They wore the black bowler hats and did not get on the trams near the slums. No, a brown bowler meant a wages clerk or something lowly but still an office worker. Maybe an accountant down on his luck as I had not come from the best of areas.

   “Won’t rain today mister.” He pointed to my coat as he took my tuppence and gave me my ticket. “Not for a couple of days yet.”

   “I feel the cold!” was my excuse and he shrugged and went downstairs to catch more fares.

   I got off at Bankside, my coat over my arm. This was why I was wearing a suit. No tramps here, no roadmen, no beggars. Just men in suits and bowlers passing back and forth. The occasional man in a top hat, presumably an owner or a director of a company.

   Two Crushers were walking up and down, moving on people who do not fit. One of them, even now, escorting away a working girl. Both of them ignoring the flower girl who was selling roses and buttonholes.

   I got a buttonhole, a tiny red rose bloom to bring out the brown in my suit. It also made me fit just a little more. With the bloom I was now more likely to be an accountant than a clerk. I moved through Sharpneedle Street and down an alley into Gower Street, another alley and into the back of Broker Mansions. Four storey houses, semi-detached but local for the businessmen of The Smoke as townhouses.

   I noticed even the air seemed better in this area, less fog. I did not know why this was.

   A street urchin made a grab at my coat and I knocked him aside with the top of my cane, stunning him but not hurting him too much. I had no problems with what he was doing. Everyone had to make a living. Everyone had to earn their crust.

   I found the house I wanted, number thirteen. I went between two houses and was about to go into the garden of number thirteen when I saw someone about to open the back gate from outside.

   Now there was a bonny lass if I ever saw one. A face so pretty it would make angels weep. Near on my height, topping out at about five foot ten. And cuddly, she must have twenty stone and she waddled as she moved. A true woman, not one of these sticks that thought they were feminine.

   This woman was no lady who starved herself for the sake of fashion. She was truly beautiful. She wore a pale pink hat, wide brimmed with woven strands of straw as its decoration. The pink of the hat was faded but the hat nonetheless was in good condition, no mould, no holes.

   Her dress was faded pink too with a red border at the bottom, hemmed to stop it fraying. A red border too around the bodice that tried in vain to hold the overflowing mounds of her breasts. Her bosoms were pushed up by the bodice, almost but not quite escaping.

   I did nothing . . . but watch. She opened the garden gate and went in. The garden was not much. There was not enough space in the city for large gardens. It was just grass with a border of flowers left and right.

   Up to the back door this vision of loveliness went, I heard a snick then a crunch and then another crunch. She was breaking in through the backdoor. It seemed fair. Most thieves would have slid a knife in and snipped the window sash and gone in through the window. I would have gone in that way. Very little damage and easy to get in . . . and no noise.

   This glorious entity of pulchritude though would have had problems getting through the window with her curvaceous body. The door made excellence sense and now it was open I moved like a cat through the garden and followed her in.

   She had ignored the kitchen, the living room too, maybe because the curtains were open. I could hear her feet clump up the stairs. Moving low, I followed her, I did not approach the stairs until she was past them and into one of the bedrooms. I bided my time, counting to one hundred. I then went up.

   She let out a scream when she turned and I was in the bedroom beside her. In her hand was a wooden stake. Drawers and cupboards were open, her breathing was hard. She stared at me and I just stared coolly back. I did not do a thing.

   A silence of moments that seemed like hours passed between us before I spoke.

   “Robbing the place?” I asked, grinning to hopefully show I was not bothered by this.

   “I am not!” she declared haughtily. “I am looking for clues.”

   “Yeah and I am Methuselah the Mechanik!”

   Mechaniks were the sinus-tists of this world. They invented the things we use every day. They used clockwork and magic and steam and made trams and trains. It was they that invented gas lighting. They made the glow globes that are in nearly every household. They made glass by putting sand in clockwork steam presses.

   Methuselah was the first and greatest, or so the legends go. He worked with the punks to make more cities. They showed him how to make trains that ran on steam made by clockwork and magic. They showed him how to build houses in a day by piling bricks and using steam-leverage magic.

   “Not you are not. He is dead centuries ago.”

   This was a beautiful but literal person. I looked into her hazel brown eyes, noticing her pretty face once again. I would put her age about twenty and five.

   “I mean, you are not looking for clues. What clues could there be here?”

   “I am hunting vampires. There was a spate of killings in Castle about three months ago. Twelve men and one woman died. Most of them were prostitutes, some were just poor. No-one was ever caught for it. The Crushers only hunt what they can see. They don’t investigate crimes unless they are bribed.” She paused for breath. “We have had four in this city now. Three prostitutes, two woman and a man and one that does not figure. One that is plain wrong. So, I am investigating, looking for clues as to why the vampire took this one.”

   “The newspapers are claiming seventeen. It has to be true. It is written there in black and white.” I was trying a theory.

   “Newspapers? Huh! They would not print a true story without embellishment. They cannot print facts, just stories about how they see them. Mother Thompson’s six-year-old was snatched. The reporters camped out on her doorstep for a year. They pestered and pestered her until she longer wanted to go out. She stopped shopping then stopped eating. That only made the newshounds more interested. In the end, she hung herself to get away from them. And guess what? That became a story too.”

   “On that I do agree. The only good reporter is one sitting on a sword.”

   That made her smile and that single look, that tiny bit of emotion, lit up her face like a glow lamp in a thunderstorm. It hit me harder than any punch thrown by an enemy, in this life or the last.

   “I found this on the top of the set of drawers.”

   It was a simple punched tram ticket. A return.

   “Why is this so special?” I asked, bewildered.

   “When you leave the tram, the conductor rips your ticket in half. She got a return and went both ways, hence the punched ticket. She then got the ticket back from the conductor. Why? She bought it home and put it in a place she would see it every day. Why? Because it meant something to her. It was special.”

   I checked the ticket again. It was a ticket to Finch Green. That was the north part of the city, it was supposed to be beautiful up there.

   “This was in a drawer,” she said and showed me what looked like a silver collar.

   “Search some more. I think you are getting somewhere.”

   She stared at me, shrugged her shoulders and carried on searching.

   I started to get an idea of this woman whose house we were intruding so rudely upon. She would not mind. She had gone to the ground.

   I heard a cry of triumph and the lady in pink was brandishing another stake made of silver.

   “Try the wardrobe. You’re looking for a larger item.”

   “You do something. Don’t just stand there looking like a paca scanning for worms.”

   “I am doing something.”

   I picked up the silver collar. I slid my hand into my coat and pulled out what looked like a tiny glow globe.

   I swept this over the collar. The globe glowed but so did the whole room.

   “Out!” I cried out to her, slipping on my coat. “Now! Tucus!”

   “Don’t you call me names!”

   “Crushers will be coming. This place is magically alarmed. Go to the Murky Café. Do not let Tucus close up until I get there.”

   It was still morning but you never knew when the Crushers came a-calling. The collar and the tiny globe went into a normal pocket in my coat. I had to give this delectable creature time to get away.

   I ran down the stairs and into the living room. I jumped right through the bay window there. Glass smashed to smithereens around my exit, yanking at the wooden surrounds of the window too. A Crusher was running towards the house and saw me.

   I ran the other way, fast as my legs could take me but the Crusher’s long legs were making a difference. I saw an alleyway and dodged into it, only to find a footpad in waiting.

   “Crusher!” I shouted and he lost his nerve and was now running beside me.

   It was easy for a person to lose their nerve against Crushers. They were seven foot tall and built like houses. Massive muscular frames with fists that could punch through walls.

   The Crusher was gaining on us so I tripped the footpad and then kept on running. It didn’t work. The Crusher had not seen the footpad do anything wrong so just hurdled the prone body and kept on running at me.

   He would gain on me and hit me with his truncheon, there was no doubt of that now. There was no other choice. It was a time for action.

   I turned, waving my cane around. The Crusher tried to slow, tried to stop but could not. That huge bulk was in motion and it was coming at me like a train. When he was almost on me, I did not hit him with the cane. Instead, I extended my right arm and a silver skewer slid out the sleeve and smashed into the chest of the Crusher.

   The Crusher fell on top of me. He was still breathing. The skewer had smashed through the ribs but had not hit the heart. He was hurt but not too badly, not for a Crusher.

   He was heavy, I could hardly move. It seemed he was stunned as he did not attack me. Or was simply using his weight as a device to hold me down prior to beating me up for committing a crime.

   I had no wish to go to a wellbeing clinic after this Crusher kicked seven bells of out of me. They were expensive places. Those places were not for the poor. It was said they charged five shillings just for something to give you pain relief, let alone set a broken bone.

   I was wearing my trench coat so had weapons everywhere but this was of little use when you had something that felt like thirty stone on top of you. I moved my hands slightly and found what I was looking for, a knife. It was not big, only a couple of inches long. It was used for snipping window sashes or sometimes for building inventions. It was razor sharp.

   He grunted once as I slid it into his side. He grunted again as I twisted it and then his weight started to lift. He was getting up, slowly but up all the same.

   I must have put magic into the holster because the handgun drew so fast and I shot him. The area where the bullet went sparked with little flashes of lightning. It became green tinged and smelt rotten.

   The bullet had entered in his chest and now there was a six-inch-wide hole . . . and he was still alive. He was tottering but alive. My silver topped cane whipped up and caught him right in the groin and he fell back.

   I lumbered to my feet, cane in one hand, gun in the other. Waiting ready for action. Nothing!

   He was dead.

   Did I care I had killed a Crusher? Someone who was there to keep order. Not in the slightest. They were brutes, almost animals.

   I frisked him. His truncheon that was so heavy I could barely lift it. Pipe and smoke-weed. A bag of sovereigns, penknife, kerchief, which I think for him was a handkerchief.

   I took the bag of sovereigns. That was why I had frisked him. His bribe money. All Crushers had bribe money. They carried it on them. If left in their rooms it could be robbed, so they carried it on them.

   I gasped and staggered back. He was shrinking. Now six-six, now six foot, now five eight, now five-five, now five foot two inches tall.

   I heard that when they retired, they shrank to normal human size but had not truly believed it.

   This was not the time to think about that though. I walked, not ran, down the road and put my hand out to summon a cab.

   It was not just trams that used the roads in The Smoke. There were all sorts of horses and carriages too. The most common were the hansom cabs. A small cabriolet carriage where the driver sat high up on the back and the seating part of the cab for passengers was below him. His reins went over the top of the cab to control the horses.

   Why did the fast-moving trams not hit them? Firstly, the trams had set paths and secondly it was the magic buffer. The magic buffer on a tram stopped it hitting anything of size. When something large was in the way of the tram the magic buffer affected the steam engine of the tram and it ground to a halt. From a hansom cab up, was the size to stop a tram. A man, woman or child in the road would not stop a tram at all. It would hit them smashing them to bits and rolling over them as if nothing had happened.

   People in The Smoke grew up knowing this and were well aware. There was no-one to complain to about it anyway. The city was massively overpopulated and it was just seen as a way of getting rid of fools. Not the nicest way of thinking but the people of The Smoke, especially the poor folk, grew up hard.

   A cab drew up.

   “Where to?” the driver asked surlily.

   They were never polite unless it was to someone who looked like a gentleman. Even then, it was only to get a better tip.

   “Train station in Whitechapter,” I told him getting in, not giving the full address of the place where I was going.

   He whipped the horses up and we were almost flying through the streets. Not as fast as a tram but not far off.

© COPYRIGHT Michael Sheppard 2024

reblog for next chapter

[bonds-of-corruption]

RULES + EXTRAS BELOW

A blog where a bunch of survivors stick together to escape and find a way to get rid of the corruption. They are family to each other and no one can say otherwise. No plot at the moment, but I will throw in little things here and there when I can.

There's angst and crack as well.

If you want me to make a story of something specific I might do it 👀

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You can ask these characters:

Pibby, Boyfriend, Finn, Jake, Pinkie Pie, Alina, Sayori, Dipper, Sunny & Omori, Satoko Hojo, Hibiya Amamiya, Makoto Naegi, Nagito Komaeda, Tendou Aris, Gregory, Madoka Kaname, Hastune Miku, Dan Heng, Akito Shinonome

Characters soon to be added:

N/A

Characters that may or may not be added:

N/A

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About asks:

Any inappropriate asks or submissions will be deleted.

Any outdated asks will also be deleted, I'm sorry-

Certain asks may not be answered due to me being unable to think of an answer.

I may answer an ask extremely late due to reasons. Please don't send duplicate asks, I will delete them.

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These are the the descriptions of the survivors- so far. Will be update when necessary.

They have new outfits, I'll fix them someday when I have the time.

Blue [Boyfriend](21), Friday Night Funkin'

The only survivor from the FNF universe. The first person he'd teamed up with is Pibby. He uses a single-edged sword and, though rarely, a gun (Pico's) to fight.

Pibby(12), Learning With Pibby

The only survivor from the LWP universe. She had teamed up with many people before Blue, but none of which has survived. She uses a rapier.

Finn(17), Adventure Time

One of the two survivors of the AT universe. Was once corrupted by coming into contact with the corrupted Princess Bubblegum. Saved by both Pibby and Blue. He uses his double-edged sword to fight.

Jake(?), Adventure Time

One of the two survivors of the AT universe. Was once corrupted by coming into contact with the corrupted Princess Bubblegum. Saved by both Pibby and Blue. He uses a hammer.

Alina(9), [???]

A child who lost both their parents and were left wandering around alone. Found by both Pibby and Blue, they are now travelling together with the survivors. They stick to Blue the most. They use a baseball bat to fight.

Pinkie Pie(?), My Little Pony

The only survivor of from the MLP:FIM Universe. She tagged along with the group when they arrived. Initially, she had Twilight with her, but she was lost to the corruption. She uses her party cannon.

Sayori(18), Doki Doki Literature Club

The only survivor from the DDLC universe. She manages to run and escape from the corruption somehow, and survived on her own until she found Dipper. She uses a spear.

Dipper Pines(12), Gravity Falls

The only survivor from the Gravity Falls Universe. He ran from the corruption with Mabel, but she was caught, leaving him to survive on his own. He world hopped without realising and has survived on his own until he met Sayori. He uses twin shortswords.

~Sunny 'Ref'~

Sunny(14), OMORI

The only survivor from the OMORI Universe. He was in his house when it happened, holding a knife to protect himself, only to have a portal open beside him. He wasn't alone for long as he met Sayori and Dipper very quickly. He uses a knife- (and eventually a bow & arrows)

Omori(12), OMORI

He's here too. Rather than continuing to protect Sunny from the truth, he now spends his time trying his best to be Sunny's support whenever he needs it.

~Satoko & Hibiya Ref~

Satoko Hojo(12), Higurashi

The only survivor from the Higurashi Universe. She barely managed to survive herself, with her friends already captured in a few seconds of the corruption's arrival. She bumps into Hibiya (literally) and stuck with him then. She uses a dagger.

Hibiya Amamiya(12), Kagerou Daze

The only survivor from the Kagerou Daze Universe. He was sucked in by a portal out of nowhere, the last thing he saw was everyone else being overwhelmed by the corruption. He bumps into Satoko (literally) and stuck with her then. He uses twin cutlasses.

~Makoto & Nagito Ref~

Makoto Naegi(19), Danganronpa

One of the two survivors from the Danganronpa Universe. He fell into a portal that randomly appeared beneath him as he was running. He manages to meet Nagito and went with him from there. He uses a double-sided lance.

Nagito Komaeda(20), Danganronpa

One of the two survivors from the Danganronpa Universe. A portal appeared next to him when he noticed the corruption coming from far away. He ran into it on instinct. He manages to meet Makoto and went with him from there. He uses a halberd.

~Tendou Aris Ref~

Tendou Aris(??), Blue Archive

The only survivor from the Blue Archive Universe. She survived by tripping into an open portal, unfortunately dropping her railgun back in her universe. She meets the group quickly. She uses a claymore sword.

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~Edits Made~

Edit 1 (27/5/2023): [Added Sunny with description]

Edit 2 (??/?/2023): [Added Blog Description and such]

Edit 3 (14/6/2023): [Updated characters that could potentially be added]

Edit 4 (8/7/2023): [Satoko, Hibiya, Makoto, Nagito has been added]

Edit 5 (22/7/2023): [Aris has been added]

Edit 6 (18/11/2023): [Updated character roster & potentially added, updated descriptions]

Edit 7 (13/1/2024): [Akito has been added]

[desultory-novice]

I know the obvious answer for Meta Knight would be just giving Kirby Galaxia. But if we're going with turning the Dream Friends into equipment, don't you think it'd also make sense and be pretty rad to have his mask become a shield? It'd be a different spin on the ability for sure, and make it feel less like just Sword Kirby But Again. Now I wonder if I can find similar spins for Bandee and Dedede . . .

...A shield...?

That.is.brilliant?!

Oh my gosh, okay, wow, that is the kind of twist I am ALL OVER! Not just inheriting their weapons but making entirely new weapons out of them. Both their looks and their personality! So that Kirby is really fighting side by side with "them!" 

That was amazingly inspired of you! Once you break out of the "weapons they use" and go to "weapons that resemble them" there's so much you can do! Needless to say, I RAN with this!

So, if you take Meta Knight's round body/mask as inspiring the shield, I can envision King Dedede as some kind of shoulder-mounted cannon or fire-arrow launcher! (It'd be a fun play on him being able to open his jaw so wide!)

Coo, being a bird and yadda yadda air-stuff, could make for a good bow, with his quills as the arrows! Dark Meta Knight is so edgy, he'd make for a good glaive/halberd. (And then you get the "ultimate shield vs the ultimate spear" parallel with him and Meta, which, oops, I love!)

I like the idea from the previous post of Gooey being a whip and Pitch being a boomerang. Kine blows bubbles, so maybe some kind of bubble gun, or, oh like the FLUDD from Mario Sunshine! (A flame-thrower but it's a water thrower!)

Elfilin with their curved ears, might make for a verrrrrry interesting scythe, especially considering the dual nature of the scythe. (A tool for farming but also associated with death.)

Susie would make for a neat sci-fi-style, laser-linked chain sword, considering she's full of "hidden depths." Speaking of Soul Calibur callbacks (lol) Rick could be nunchunks - as I liked the idea of him being martial arts themed from the last post.

Who are we missing...?

You could make a trident or other "catching" type weapon from Daroach's claws. Alternatively, a jitte as used by Edo-era police. (...for the thief.) Even though I said Marx should be claws initially, the idea of turning him into a toy squeaky hammer is also really funny to me and delightfully against type. And then you could free up Nago to be claws and Chuchu gets to be boxing gloves.

Taranza could be a lasso or bolas, since he's all about webs and capturing. Adeleine I can imagine as a pair of chakram since she's so, err, circular! Ribbon can stay as a gun because it's just funny, darn it!

I really want to make Magolor not a long-ranged weapon but a dagger. Something ceremonial like the Javanese keris/kris knife or maybe a sword cane - a concealed weapon. He stabs you in the back in game, and now he can stab you in the back....literally!

It's hard to remove Bandanna Waddle Dee from polearms, but I don't want to steal Zan's thunder (hoho...) either - and darn it, the thee mage's weapons are just so cool I can't bring myself to turn them into different ones! So I'm thinking maybe a three-section staff for him?

Wow, did I cover everyone? (I may have also unlocked an old hyperfixation for weapons with this post, lol.)

[vexic929]

What are your OCs' favorite weapons or fighting styles? What weapons would they want to learn how to use, either for efficiency or just because they think it's cool?

Marco: prefers to sit behind the scenes and control his robots, he should probably learn at least some self-defense honestly lol

Salacia: prefers a shield and her control over water, can also use a polearm, xiphos, and bow and arrow, she'd love to learn some Atlantean fighting styles for Tuatlall <3333

Tuatlall: prefers magic, isn't much of a fan of physical combat

L'Harann: has superpowers (eye lasers best!!!) but is also good with her fists without them, she'd probably do well learning kickboxing

Experiment 929: likes to use her newfound superstrength to throw things like cars

Lea: prefers manipulating sound waves into knife-like projectiles and fighting with a bo-staff, practices (and teaches) jujutsu and taekwondo, she'd love to learn capoeira and kungfu

Megitsune: prefers fighting with dual-swords and jujutsu

Eoland: doesn't usually need to fight beyond using her superspeed, one punch at mach-2 is plenty for most people lol

Barbara: same as Eoland, she'll also do a few rounds of normal-speed boxing with Eden and Ira

Hartley: prefers to use her flute to hypnotize people to do what she needs them to or uses her robotic rats, she can throw a solid punch if she needs to but she could use some self-defense lessons also

Yǔqí: tries not to fight at all but will try to distract whatever hero is trying to stop her while her snakes finish what they need to do and make their escape

Eden: the police on Earth-63 don't really use weapons but she's a very good boxer, she'd love to learn karate as well

Ira: is also a very good boxer and he practices tai chi

Cisca: very much does not consider herself a fighter both before and after gaining her powers, though she's not opposed to using her powers to defend herself and her friends

Savitar: see Barbara

Mallorie: SPEED! FORCE! SWORDS!!!

Kal: he's literally Superman lol

Ricki: prefers her escrima sticks but is also proficient with a bo-staff, batarangs/birdarangs, shuriken, and practices kungfu, judo, taekwondo, and aikido, she'd love to have a better mastery of sword fighting

Jessie: prefers knives, particularly favors her kris, kunai, and cinquedea (and of course, the All Blades), she's also proficient with batarangs/birdarangs, shuriken, and practices muay thai, judo, and taekkyeon - although outlawed on all of Earth-63, she's also very good with projectile weapons including guns (where she got the guns, she'll never tell), she'd like to get better at archery

Tiff: prefers her bo-staff but is also proficient with batarangs/birdarangs, shuriken, and practices kendo (she was on her high school team), judo, and aikido, she'd like to get better with knives (she will die before she asks Jessie for help tho lol)

Dami: prefers their katana, is also proficient with knives, a bo-staff, batarangs/birdarangs, shuriken, and is absolutely not opposed to biting people, she also practices kungfu and muay thai and would like to learn more martial art disciplines

Gabi: prefers to turn into a tiger but her other go-to animals are gorilla, snake, bat, cat, dog, or octopus, she'd like to see if she can turn into extinct or alien animals

Laska: prefers her bow and arrow, would like to learn how to fight at close range

Piper: prefers to use her sound control for speed and defense, she'd love to learn how to use it on the offensive

Lara: practices hapkido, would like to learn other martial arts

Jisoo: prefers to use the ice side of her powers, she feels like the fire side is too dangerous but she'd definitely like to learn how to better control it

Alex: practiced qin na and fenced in high school and college

Dan: practices shuai jiao, would love to learn how to use some ancient greek weaponry

Amara: prefers her bow and arrow and fire powers, practices taekwondo, would like to get better with a sword or spear

Mendel: doesn't have any formal training but his punches are still fairly powerful and he'll also bite, he's trying desperately to get some sort of training lol

[elisedonut]

Soulmate au concept (thats also a soul eater au concept but only very very loosely)

OK so soulmate pairs where one party can turn into a weapon right?

I just think it's fun even though my thoughts for Percy keeps switching

so here are some thoughts I've had about some of my personal fav Percy ships

like For Marcus Percy would turn into a hammer for example like a big oversized one.

For Oliver I have no real ideas ngl but I would love to hear opinions axe? Sword?? Broom?? Beater bat??? But those two aren't really weapons hmmm.

Draco turning into a sword (this is also where my brain came up with the idea that if you can both turn that means your like soulmatesx2 with percy turning into a gun)

Colin something ranged bow and arrow, throwing knife, Spear, ooh a gun like a small single handed one

Luna also something ranged but like defense focused maybe? I think like a spear. But I also like the idea of something more odd that no one recognizes.

[gemsona-advice]

HEYY ‼️ so i mainly need help with fusion weapons this time around

twin daggers (blue spinel) + gauntlets (pyrope)

twin daggers + spear (default version of yellow pearl)

twin daggers + whip (lace amethyst)

twin daggers + bow and arrow (blue diamond steven / stefan)

bow and arrow + spear

bow and arrow + whip

bow and arrow + gauntlets

Ooooooh I love weapon fusions !!!

Daggers + gauntlet= trench knife, spiky ball?

Daggers + spear= trident (kinda close to CG!Pearl's upgrade tho), a ranseur, or a leister (a multi-pronged spear used for fishing)?

Daggers + whip= urumi, whip-sword, chain whip?

Daggers + bow and arrow= slingshot, a rifle with a bayonet, or a scourge?

This next set was actually pretty difficult, but hopefully the answers are good!

Bow and arrow + spear= maybe a harpoon gun- where the bowstring becomes the string connecting to the spear, or maybe a rifle-type gun- similar to the spear + bow and arrow in the above answer?

Bow and arrow + whip= grappling hook or a rope dart. (Being honest, a harpoon gun also works for this combo too cfgcvgjh)

Bow and arrow + gauntlets= I'm imagining one of those joke extendable boxing gloves lol- otherwise you could replace the arrowhead with the glove, similar to a larping arrow- thus turning it into a blunt-force weapon instead of a piercing weapon?

[cxpperhead]

bold what applies to your muse.

social status: upper class / middle class / working class / poor

favorite time: day / night

favorite place: indoors / outdoors

food: meat / poultry / fruit / vegetables / snacks / sweets / grains / nuts / seeds / dairy / seafood / eggs

drink: tea / coffee / water / juice / alcohol / milk / soda

transport: on foot / automobile / wagon / aircraft / boat / carriage / animal / spacecraft / taxi / skateboard / bus / subway / bike / sleigh

clothing: t-shirt / blouse / henley / smock / polo / turtleneck / flannel / gown / sleeveless / kimono / tunic / waistcoat / tank top / tube top / vest / jersey / karategi / tuxedo / dress / western / jeans / trousers / shorts / bell bottoms / overalls / breeches / skirts / cargo pants / tutu / sweatpants / leggings / coveralls / shorts / capris / tights / pinstripes

extras: coat / duster / hoodie / trench coat / robe / cloak / blazer / shawl / windbreaker / topcoat / sweater / puffy jacket / cardigan / denim jacket / poncho / apron / cape / overcoat / quilted vest / parka / bomber jacket / raincoat / tailcoat / varsity jacket

footwear: none / socks / stockings / combat boots / shoes / platforms / sneakers / pumps / sandals / moccasins / flip-flops / stilettos / ballet shoes / galoshes / high-tops / boots / c*nverse / cleats

headwear: none / beanie / straw hat / fedora / headscarf / snapback / beret / bandana / knit cap / top hat / ushanka / bonnet / sombrero / cowboy hat / veil / bowler hat / headband / toupée / wig / tiara / ribboned hats / crown

weapons: hands / teeth / firearms / spear / knife / baseball bat / pepper spray / dagger / stun gun / bayonet / sword / staff / brass knuckles / hammer / makeshift & improvised / chain / stones / grenades / molotov cocktails / club / bow & arrow / crossbow / scythe / chainsaw / superpowers / magic / poison / baton / machete / axe

Tagged by: @mirrordread and @the-rorschach-mask (thank you frens! ♥) Tagging: Whoever hasn't done this yet?

[mirrordread]

bold what applies to your muse.

social status: upper class / middle class / working class / poor

favorite time: day / night

favorite place: indoors / outdoors

food: meat / poultry / fruit / vegetables / snacks / sweets / grains / nuts / seeds / dairy / seafood / eggs

drink: tea / coffee / water / juice / alcohol / milk / soda

transport: on foot / automobile / wagon / aircraft / boat / carriage / animal / spacecraft / taxi / skateboard / bus / subway / bike / sleigh

clothing: t-shirt / blouse / henley / smock / polo / turtleneck / flannel / gown / sleeveless / kimono / tunic / waistcoat / tank top / tube top / vest / jersey / karategi / tuxedo / dress / western / jeans / trousers / shorts / bell bottoms / overalls / breeches / skirts / cargo pants / tutu / sweatpants / leggings / coveralls / shorts / capris / tights / pinstripes

extras: coat / duster / hoodie / trench coat / robe / cloak / blazer / shawl / windbreaker / topcoat / sweater / puffy jacket / cardigan / denim jacket / poncho / apron / cape / overcoat / quilted vest / parka / bomber jacket / raincoat / tailcoat / varsity jacket

footwear: none / socks / stockings / combat boots / shoes / platforms / sneakers / pumps / sandals / moccasins / flip-flops / stilettos / ballet shoes / galoshes / high-tops / boots / c*nverse / cleats

headwear: none / beanie / straw hat / fedora / headscarf / snapback / beret / bandana / knit cap / top hat / ushanka / bonnet / sombrero / cowboy hat / veil / bowler hat / headband / toupée / wig / tiara / ribboned hats / crown

weapons: hands / teeth / firearms / spear / knife / baseball bat / pepper spray / dagger / stun gun / bayonet / sword / staff / brass knuckles / hammer / makeshift & improvised / chain / stones / grenades / molotov cocktails / club / bow & arrow / crossbow / scythe / chainsaw / superpowers / magic / poison / baton / machete / axe

Tagged by: @laughing-hellblazer (ty!~)

Tagging: @byanyan @cxpperhead @babydxhl @made-of-archimedes @belost-the-watcher & whoever else wants to do this!

[laughing-hellblazer]

bold what applies to your muse.

social status: upper class / middle class / working class / poor

favorite time: day / night

favorite place: indoors / outdoors

food: meat / poultry / fruit / vegetables / snacks / sweets / grains / nuts / seeds / dairy / seafood / eggs

drink: tea / coffee / water / juice / alcohol / milk / soda

transport: on foot / automobile / wagon / aircraft / boat / carriage / animal / spacecraft / taxi / skateboard / bus / subway / bike / sleigh

clothing: t-shirt / blouse / henley / smock / polo / turtleneck / flannel / gown / sleeveless / kimono / tunic / waistcoat / tank top / tube top / vest / jersey / karategi / tuxedo / dress / western / jeans / trousers / shorts / bell bottoms / overalls / breeches / skirts / cargo pants / tutu / sweatpants / leggings / coveralls / shorts / capris / tights / pinstripes

extras: coat / duster / hoodie / trench coat / robe / cloak / blazer / shawl / windbreaker / topcoat / sweater / puffy jacket / cardigan / denim jacket / poncho / apron / cape / overcoat / quilted vest / parka / bomber jacket / raincoat / tailcoat / varsity jacket

footwear: none / socks / stockings / combat boots / shoes / platforms / sneakers / pumps / sandals / moccasins / flip-flops / stilettos / ballet shoes / galoshes / high-tops / boots / c*nverse / cleats

headwear: none / beanie / straw hat / fedora / headscarf / snapback / beret / bandana / knit cap / top hat / ushanka / bonnet / sombrero / cowboy hat / veil / bowler hat / headband / toupée / wig / tiara / ribboned hats / crown

weapons: hands / teeth / firearms / spear / knife / baseball bat / pepper spray / dagger / stun gun / bayonet / sword / staff / brass knuckles / hammer / makeshift & improvised / chain / stones / grenades / molotov cocktails / club / bow & arrow / crossbow / scythe / chainsaw / superpowers / magic / poison / baton / machete / axe

tagging: @mirrordread, @sanguine-salvation, @system-contact,@arcanescholxr, @gnarledbite, @the-rorschach-mask, @the-blackened-dove, @cxpperhead, and anyone else who wants to do this! tag me!

[kylo-wrecked]

m. au | ben prestor solo, the senator's son

social status:   upper class / middle class / working class / poor {verse dependant}

favorite time:   day / night

favorite place:   indoors / outdoors

food:   meat / poultry / fruit / vegetables / snacks / sweets / grains / nuts / seeds / dairy / seafood / eggs

drink:   tea / coffee / water / juice / alcohol {whisky/dark brews} / milk / soda

transport:   on foot / automobile {when the DUI goes away i guess} / wagon / aircraft / boat / carriage / animal / spacecraft / taxi / skateboard / bus / subway / bike / sleigh

extras:   coat / duster / hoodie / trench coat / robe / cloak / blazer / shawl / windbreaker / topcoat / sweater / puffy jacket / cardigan / denim jacket / poncho / apron / cape / overcoat / quilted vest / parka / bomber jacket / raincoat / tailcoat / varsity jacket

footwear:   none / socks / stockings / combat boots / shoes / platforms / sneakers / pumps / sandals / moccasins / flip-flops / stilettos / ballet shoes / galoshes / high-tops / boots / c*nverse / cleats

headwear:   none / beanie / straw hat / fedora / headscarf / snapback / beret / bandana / knit cap / top hat / ushanka / bonnet / sombrero / cowboy hat / veil / bowler hat / headband / toupée / wig / tiara / ribboned hats / crown / scrunchie

weapons:   hands / teeth / firearms / spear / knife / baseball bat / pepper spray / dagger / stun gun / bayonet / sword / staff / brass knuckles / hammer / makeshift & improvised / chain / stones / grenades / molotov cocktails / club / bow & arrow / crossbow / scythe / chainsaw / superpowers / magic / poison / baton / machete / axe

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m. au | ben prestor solo, the drifter

social status:   upper class / middle class / working class / poor

favorite time:   day / night

favorite place:   indoors / outdoors

food:   meat / poultry / fruit / vegetables / snacks / sweets / grains / nuts / seeds / dairy / seafood / eggs

drink:   tea / coffee / water / juice / alcohol  / milk / soda

transport:   on foot / automobile / wagon / aircraft / boat / carriage / animal / spacecraft / taxi / skateboard / bus / subway / bike / sleigh

extras:   coat / duster / hoodie / trench coat / robe / cloak / blazer / shawl / windbreaker / topcoat / sweater / puffy jacket / cardigan / denim jacket / poncho / apron / cape / overcoat / quilted vest / parka / bomber jacket / raincoat / tailcoat / varsity jacket

footwear:   none / socks / stockings / combat boots / shoes / platforms / sneakers / pumps / sandals / moccasins / flip-flops / stilettos / ballet shoes / galoshes / high-tops / boots / c*nverse / cleats

headwear:   none / beanie / straw hat / fedora / headscarf / snapback / beret / bandana / knit cap / top hat / ushanka / bonnet / sombrero / cowboy hat / veil / bowler hat / headband / toupée / wig / tiara / ribboned hats / crown / scrunchie

weapons:   hands / teeth / firearms / spear / knife / baseball bat / pepper spray / dagger / stun gun / bayonet / sword / staff / brass knuckles / hammer / makeshift & improvised / chain / stones / grenades / molotov cocktails / club / bow & arrow / crossbow / scythe / chainsaw / superpowers / magic / poison / baton / machete / axe

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tagged by:// @brooklynislandgirl and @ronmanmob from the enchanted fae-folk pumpkin patch on the edge of the woods where i chase my own tail (except on new moons).

tagging:// @ofcatnaps, @riiese, @ofcatnaps, @ofthestcrs, @desireandduty, @datapadz, @graysistance, @hopegained, @lastxdragon, @corinnebaileyrp, @mayxthexforce, @chromium-siren, @smokinmirrors, @talesofshadowandlight, @etoilebleu, @kyberllcore, @jakkuforce, @madxwonderland, @lightsiided, @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo, @werspinna, @valkxrie, @thesilverandjetsystem, @thanaredreamtof, @iomadachd and you ~ {feel free to ignore if you’ve already done this one}

[simbasomba]

Apocalypse oc’s because I can (it’s Angiepocalypse; the lore to my ocs that I will actually post art of)

Angie is the leader of her travel gang, the members are: Simba/Val (my sona/a short magical cat creature), Rabbi (an alive rabbit plush who acts like they recently escaped a mental health clinic), Malcom (the cooler one, also the deputy) Leah (the amateur), Dalton (literally the only normal one), Eleshia (the one everyone thought was dead), Dalton (the traumatized one) and Rio (the weerd girl). That’s a total of 8 members.

It started out when Angie was 12 and her friend, Eleshia was turning 14: they were both born into the apocalypse in separate tribes (30-200 people). Eleshia was abandoned from her tribe when she was maybe 8?? So when spent the last 6 years fending for herself before she met a lost Angie.

Angie was a juvenile, outgoing person who did not know shit about combat because she lived underground with her tribe until she got lost. Eleshia found her and helped her out, leading her to her base and letting her rest. And that’s when the travel gang started.

Angie and Eleshia spent four years together: Eleshia was 18 and Angie was 16. They were raiding a mall together when a monster ambushed them. They fought: Angie dodging attacks with agility while shooting the monster from afar, while Eleshia used her spear to attack the monster from behind. Sadly, the monster was fucking huge so while Angie got onto their motorcycle and drove away with a ripped off foot and deep gashes all along her body and face Eleshia Gaye’s in the mall fighting the monster. Her fate is unknown.

Angie was still driving away from the mall when an honestly badass car swerved right next to her. Inside of it was two people: Prillie (the cool one) and Malcom (the cooler one.) they both noticed that Angie was extremely hurt and seemed like she was going to pass out so they invited her into their car, which they seemed to have settled in, and drove her to their base with her motorcycle in the back.

They provided Angie with food and Medicine, observing her carefully to make sure she didn’t move too much to irritate her mangled foot. Rio sat next to Angie with a cup of water and painkillers while Malcom was outside, protecting the base from any monsters with his bow and arrow. Prillie had wrapped Angie’s mauled foot with bandages and herbs with great experience, it seemed like she was the healer of their duo.

Angie, Malcom, and Prillie stayed together as a duo for a year, Angie 16, and Malcom and Prillie 17. They were simply walking in a forest when another fucking monster stumbled upon them because, y’know, apocalypse. Angie fought with her shotgun and spear while Malcom fought with his bow and arrow and Prillie fought with a large sword-knife of some sort. Eventually, the monster overpowered them and was about to kill the injured trio when a knife shot through its head.

The trio was confused, looking for the person who threw the knife, only to be met withhhhh…AN ALIVE RABBIT PLUSHY!!!

Angie and Prillie’s jaws dropped while Malcom let out a high pitched scream as the rabbit strutted towards them without a care in the world. “I’m joining your team” said the rabbit. Angie and Prillie replied with “Yay!” While Malcom passed out.

Since it can now officially be called a gang because it has four people: the travel gang stayed together for another year, Angie is now 17, Prillie is 18, Malcom is 18, and Rabbi the rabbit plushy is a plush I don’t think they have ages- so yeah these people were an unstoppable group: Rabbi was fierce as hell, Malcom gave no mercy, Prillie has a mini gun, and Angie always screamed “FOR ELESHIA!!” Whenever she murdered a monster which always confused her group but they never bothered to ask.

One day, GUESS WHAT?? Another beast overpowers them and kills Rio because I like torturing these little guys! Angie is so stunned and just stands there while Rabbi beats the beast up continuously with Eleshia’s spear while Malcom is crying over Rio’s dead body because they were friends since birth hehehe.

Angie turns to Malcom and hugs him as the another monster slowly emerges from the shadows. Rabbi is like “uhh, guys!! We gotta go!!”

Angie, Malcom, and Rabbi turn to face the honestly fucking huge monster and they all get ready to beat its ass before something that looks like a cyan glowing rope grabs hold of the monster and beats it to the wall.

The trio looks to see what the rope is coming from just to be faced wiiiith….VAL/SIMBA!!! A magical cat creature thingy!!

Val summons what seems like cyan shards and immediately impales the monster with them, killing it in an instant.

“Im joining your group” says Simba. Rabbi replies with “YAYYYY!!!”. Angie and Malcom cry over Rio’s dead body.

After two years of the travel gang being together, Angie is 18, Malcom is 19, Rabbi is a plush, and Val is…no one knows lmao (not even me and they ARE me)

The gang stumbles upon a dog while raiding an abandoned house, a golden retriever to be specific. Malcom, Angie, and Val are obsessing over it, doing the baby voice and calling it cute, while Rabbi is about to stab it. Val lifts Rabbi from the floor while she continues to obsess over the dog with the humans.

The dog leads the gang to what seems to be an abandoned school and leads them inside of it, Val and Rabbi take the lead with the dog because if anyone could kill a small monster or zombie in an instant, it would be them. The dog leads the gang to a classroom that someone seems to have settled in. It’s decorated with yellow fairy lights and a few plants surround the class, and right smack dab in the corner is a tent. It looks like it has a person in it.

The dog enters the tent, and quickly exits with a pale girl that has long, straight black hair. She wears a dirty white t-shirt, black shorts, and a school backpack as if she didn’t have any actual surviving supplies.

The girl looks like she’s going to burst with joy when she spots the gang. “OHMYGODOHMYGOD HIII!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IF MET ALIVE PEOPLE!!! I’m Leah!”

They all introduce eachother and Leah explains how for the past few years she’s been living in the abandoned school, hidden form monsters, so she does not have any experience in combat. Obviously, Angie ends up changing that.

Leah and Mufasa (the dog) join the gang and for the past few years, Angie has been training Leah all she knows when it comes to survival in the apocalypse, whether or not it’s battle against monsters, that she may or may not have learned from Eleshia, or basic herbalogy that she may or may not not have learned from Rio.

After two years of traveling, raiding, training, and fighting, the travel gang finally stumble upon another group while raiding a base they thought was empty.

New character tiiiiime!!: Alaini, the leader of the new group, Dalton, her second in command, Kennedy, the healer of the group, and Marshall.

Dalton and Marshall immediately get ready to fight the travel gang, dalton taking out two pistols and Marshall taking out a Rifle. The travel Gang return their weapons into their bags and raise their hands, showing no harm.

Dalton backs off, putting his pistols back into his backpack, meanwhile Marshall is about to pull the trigger on his rifle. Alaini hits his arm and pushes him alway from the gang.

Kennedy rises from her bed and introduces herself, as well as the rest of the base group. The travel gang introduce themselves as well.

After the introductions, Marshall and Kennedy question Simba and Rabbit, Marshall disturbed and Kennedy intrigued. Rabbi explains how they came to life by an unknown substance provided by the apocalypse, and Val simply just shrugs and says “Im just here, man.”

The travel gang applause to the base group and explain how they thought the base was empty, Leah scrambles to find the exit of the base before Malcom takes her arm and leads her to the exit along with Val, Mufasa, Angie, and Rabbi.

Angie and Leah get on Angie’s motorcycle as Rabbi, Val, and Malcom enter the car. They are all about to speed off when Alaini exits the bunker and postpones them, asking them if they’d like to merge with her group as a small tribe. Rabbi is hesitant with the offer, Leah is excited, Malcom is fine with merging, Val and Mufasa are just happy to meet new people, and Angie accepts the offer.

Now, as a traveling tribe, Alaini, Angie, Marshall, Kennedy, Dalton, Val/Simba, Mufasa, Leah, Malcom, and Rabbi have been reviving the apocalypse together for a few months before Marshall, Kennedy, Alaini and MUFASA SOBBB die. They (mostly Dalton and Leah) grieve, but eventually move on for another year.

One night while everyone is sleeping, Leah sneaks out of the car and decides to hunt for fish in a nearby river. There, she meets a young girl in what seems to be a clock mask. The girl notices Leah and approaches her. The young girl introduces herself as Rio, taking off her clock mask to reveal a scarred yet stunning face. Leah invites Rio to the travel gang and Rio accepts, following Leah back to the car. In the morning, Angie wakes up first and screams, pointing at Rio and yelling “WHY IS THERE A RANDOM PERSON IN OUR CAR!?!?”

Leah explains to Angie about Rio and Angie calms down. She says to Leah that Rio has permission to join but next time, she needs to ask Angie if someone could merge with the travel gang.

So maybe a year after traveling with Rio, they are traveling the forest, everyone in the badass car following Angie’s even more badass motorcycle. Suddenly, they all stumble upon a village! The gang immediately exit the car while Angie gets off of her scooter, they all admiring the village in amazement. They quickly entered the place, more surprised and happy than hostile.

All of the gang is excited to meet another living tribe except for Val, Rabbi and Dalton who honestly does not give two shits and just wanna raid the place and leave, especially Dalton, who lost all of his original tribe.

After figuring out no one lives in the village, leaving the gang disappointed (that doesn’t stop them from raiding the place lmao) So after that, they decide to leave. Just as Angie hops onto her scooter and is starting it, she hears a rustling in the car. She gets off of her motorcycle and enters the car while the rest of the group is still searching for anything that could benefit them later on.

Angie slowly opens the car door, and is faced with an old friend. There she was, looking around the gang’s car. Eleshia. Angie whispers Eleshia’s name quietly, but loud enough to get Eleshia’s attention. Angie quickly notices that Eleshia has a prosthetic as a leg, and she assumes she lost her leg form the monster she last saw her battling.

Eleshia turns around, just to see Angie. Eleshia jumps at the leader and quickly captures her in a hug, tears falling down her face. Angie breaks in tears just as Eleshia did and hugs back as tight as she could.

Eleshia quickly apologizes for attempting to raid the groups car and Angie forgives her before immediately inspecting her, seeing at how much she changed. She has multiple scars slashed across her face and arms, and her remaining leg was completely covered by baggy sweats. She wore a jean-jacket, covering a black, plain t-shirt. If it wasn’t the apocalypse, Angie would guessed Eleshia was going out for a collage party, but sadly, the closest thing they can have to that are…well, nothing.

The gang are about to enter the car when they spot Angie and Eleshia hugging. They are all like “who is this bitch?” ESPECIALLY MALCOM because Malcom and Angie are the ultimate besties. Dalton and Malcom are about to question Eleshia but Angie quickly introduces her to the gang. They are all like “WOAHHHH” because Angie has told them stories about her and Eleshia’s adventures when their phones were dead sob.

Eleshia is like “WOAHAHSHAHSHAUHSUSHSUSS YOU MADE A FUCKING TRIBE!?!?” And Angie says “ye” so Eleshia is very impressed and all the gang is amazed with Eleshia.

So she joins the tribe and now it’s just about them surviving in the apocalypse <33333

Now, for some tiny thingies that can be considered headcannons:

Angie refuses to take off her bandana because it used to be Prillies

Dalton and Malcom are kissamies

Leah has this big ass scar that leads from her neck to her stomach and no one knows how she got it.

Leah has always viewed Angie as a big-sister figure from the moment she met her

The first time Malcom and Dalton kissed was when they were in the middle of an argument because Malcom was tired of Daltons bickering

Simba, Rabbi, and Mufasa talk to eachother sometimes because they all know how to speak the same language: and that usually ends in them all talking shit.

Angie and Malcom are distantly related and come from the same tribe

Leah and Val have such a sweet friendship it’s so cute

Leah bet 20 bucks Malcom and Dalton would get together and Angie bet 20 bucks Dalton and Malcom would stay kissamies. Neither of them ever got their money.

Sometimes when Dalton goes to Alaini, Kennedy, and Marshall’s graves, Angie follows him outside and they grieve together. Eventually, Angie told him about Eleshia so now Dalton is the only one who knows about Angie’s old friend.

Everyone in the gang wears something to cover their face: Angie wears a motorcycle helmet and a bandana, Malcom wears these futuristic ass sunglasses and a bandana, Leah wears a gas mask, Rio wears a clock helmet, Rabbi is a fucking rabbit, Mufasa also wears a bandana, Val wears a cloak, and Dalton wears a purge mask.

Even though Rio has the most stunning face ever (according to Leah) she prefers to wear her clock mask.

Rio is the healer of the gang but Dalton could be of service when needed

They still have phones but whenever they call for help, there’s no one to pick up so eventually they gave up trying. (But they still do stuff on their phones; play games, listen to music, etc.)

Angie likes music by Penelope Scott, Malcom likes music like SunFlower, Rabbi thinks music is a waste of time, Val and Rio like ethereal music or music like “a new side of me” by Blake Roman (they share earbuds) Leah likes the “WolfWalkers” playlist, Dalton likes the type of music you’d find in “TMNT mutant mayhem”, and Eleshia likes music like “Cuff-it” by Beyoncé just for the “Bet ya you’ll go far, bet ya you’ll see stars, bet ya you’ll elevate,” etc. parts.

Also, guess who sketched out a design idea for Angie.

I did. It was me.