#this is a giant excuse to do silly atla doodles

[m-r-moth]

Aang - if you got arrested, what would be the charges?

and.. of course..

…

illustrating the incorrect atla quote from @caylenqueen

(the arson zuko from my other post was originally made for this thing, heh)

[creativenicocorner]

More Ch11 sneak peeks! Cause I saw an image of Tom and Jerry and can’t contain my own excitement. 

Good gravy things are gonna get silly. Silly, and Emotional. So much of this chapter’s writing experience is me going ‘omg this is so dumb. I love it’ and ‘Oh no™.’ 

Draal exhaled an exasperated snort. “Fine. I have rocks for brains. Would someone tell me what’s so obvious?”

“We are gonna hold down the fort.” Jim explained, enjoying his mom’s choice of words. 

“We survived one night.” Strickler grinned, “He’s not going to survive the next.”

“Right.” said Draal slowly. His own mental cogs starting to get on the same wavelength as Jim and Strickler’s. The troll smiled with equal vigor now. Nodding his head in a way that made his nose ring clink against his stoney face. Draal’s approval of this was evident. “We fight here. Take back the tactical advantage. An ambush! Yes, I like it.”

“But,” stepped in Jim beside Draal and Strickler, “we’re going to need supplies.” The teen suddenly gave a very intense gasp that made the troll and changeling very worried. Jim practically bounced between Draal and Strickler, “This is like every kid’s dream come true!”

Draal and Strickler continued to share worried looks.

“Do you know what this means?!” Jim pressed on with a smile that accented the bags under his eyes. “We’re going to Home Alone the shit out of this house!”

“Jim!” huffed Strickler with a tone that suggested a reprimand of language about to come. Instead he grinned wickedly, “You are absolutely right. Rube Goldberg himself will be rolling in his grave with glee.”

Jim started to do a little robotic dance, half singing and half humming the tune of Raymond Scott’s Powerhouse. More commonly known to most kids as the Looney Tunes assembly line song.

“Can we focus please!” interrupted Draal. “We’re wasting…we’re..hrm..”

“Burning daylight?” offered Strickler while placing his cereal bowl in the sink to wash and clean.

“You can’t burn a day.” snorted Draal very seriously. 

“Not with that attitude.” Strickler snickered over the soap suds. 

“We’re going to need so much rope.” realized Jim. He started to regret cutting the rope he used on Strickler earlier. “Oh! I should get some paper.” Jim’s sneakers squeaked as he changed directions left and right all over the kitchen to find some paper. 

He settled for the notepad that was usually on the refrigerator. 

“We can’t hurt Angor Rot with a paper cut.” Draal laughed. 

“No silly, for a list.” Jim smiled at the little Vespa doodle his mom made. He turned the page over so to preserve it, and started writing the word ‘Supplies’ on the top margin. 

Jim tapped the paper a few times and circled Supplies three more times until it looked right. “So how are these things planed? Like usually movies just montage through this stuff. Do we get the supplies first then see what we can make out of it?”

“I suggest we come up with a plan first. So we know what supplies to get and look for.” Strickler said as he dried his hands on a towel. “Now we should probably make peace with the idea we might not get all the supplies we need. But nothing a bit of elbow grease and thinking on our feet can’t -”

“I think a giant battle axe should swing down on the door when it’s opened.” said Draal.

“Yes! Sweet!” cheered Jim. Who’s cheer had a suspicious lingering of a potential yawn. 

Strickler pinched the bridge of his nose. This might take a while. Luckily it was still considered very early in the morning. 

“Draal you’ve seen a bowling ball before, right? Oh!” Jim pulled out his phone, and flipped it around to face him. He fumbled and nearly dropped the phone in the process. “Whew. Should we watch Tom and Jerry for ideas? Inspiration? Or..?”

“Only if you allow me to make some coffee.” Strickler said as patient as possible before Draal could ask what Tom or Jerry had to do with anything. 

                                        Powerhouse

The talks, were long. The Tom and Jerry skits, copious. A full pot of coffee, and a glass of orange juice for Jim, later and the kitchen table was scattered with plans and blueprints. Ranking from outrageous to ridiculously plausible. 

There were also several rulers scattered about, a few colored pencils, chicken scratch of engineering and hypothetical math, sometimes right next to crude stick figure drawings. 

One example was a stick figure drawing of Angor Rot, a line that represented a shelf, and a circle representing a bowling ball. Next to it the calculated speed the bowling ball would have to be flying at to do damage. Next to that was a post-it note reminder of their calculation of how much Angor Rot could hypothetically weigh. 

“Strickler, have you ever thought of teaching math?” Jim asked at one point while observing his ex-history teacher use a protractor. 

“I’d sooner perform at the Folies Bergère.”

“Hu?”

“No.” Strickler said simply, putting his pencil down, “Now please remind me again what was Angor’s calculated Mass?”

“Uuuh.” Jim leaned over and started searching through the papers. “Oh! Here it is!” and Jim plucked another post-it note. This time it was stuck to one of Draal’s horns.

“Thank you. Besides, I don’t have Lenora’s way with numerical explanation.”

“Lenora?”

“Excuse me, Ms Janeth.” Strickler corrected. 

“LeNORA???”

“Atlas, please sit back down. Now where did that calculator go?”

One paper just had the word, ‘magnets’ written on it. There was a simple line through the word and next to it another word that read, ‘Loadstone’.

[mythology-void]

TEN OUT OF TEN OP MORE PLEASE

Aang - if you got arrested, what would be the charges?

and.. of course..

…

illustrating the incorrect atla quote from @caylenqueen

(the arson zuko from my other post was originally made for this thing, heh)