#to be DJ Fly’s son

[lordkingsmith]

I love that all the seasons are on YouTube. Anyway.

1) this episode actually makes me ship Leelee and Vida, with a hilarious extra layer for Necrolai and Vida. It very much felt like Necrolai went “honey pick whichever ranger you want and we’ll turn them into a vampire so you can date them forever” so she tries to pick Nick, then Xander then Vida comes with because it’s a dj. And then Necrolai decides to steal her daughter’s new girlfriend for herself. Reverse Stacy’s mom situation. The mental image I keep getting makes me bust out laughing every time. No wonder LeeLee’s Like That. Her mom keeps stealing her partners! Pft. Anyway

2. Given it’s hinted DJ Fly is a vampire himself, it does maybe hint what i noticed with the vampires of power rangers was at least a little on purpose. Males when monster form have insect and bat motifs, with fly, moth, butterfly and mosquito motifs in their designs mixed with the bat shaped wings somewhere on their bodies. And the female vampires are very elegant vampires with some small nods to moths, speficially usually hawk moths.

3. It leads to the very good question who bit/put a spell on Vida initially. Necrolai or DJ Fly. Even if Fly did, it was probably under orders of Necrolai and doesn’t really matter in grand scheme of plot but it does make me wonder.

[mrs-saturday]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*Start Of Something New˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Twinkle Towne (An F1 X High School Musical AU!)

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: george russell x fem!reader, platonic!rest of grid x reader

♥ synopsis: New years parties, chalets and karaoke... Is this the start of something new for up-and-coming driver George Russell and maths genius Y/N L/N?

♥ warnings: nada, no warnings here bbys

♥ a/n: tysm for all your amazing love, support and kindness on my work! all the likes and kind reblogs and convos I have with you all over asks mean so so much to me, and im glad people are enjoying my work! TT is a purely self indulgent fic, but I hope you'll grow to love her as much as I do! Enjoy the show!

You had always hated these FIA New Years parties, and this year was NO exception. Every year it was the same old chalet in the alps, with the same old music and the same old countdowns to the new year with a load of young drivers. You weren’t even a driver yourself, it just happened that your father, Sebastian Vettel, was like the it girl of driving, so you basically HAD to go to all these parties.

“Leibe, please, at least try and have some fun” your father begged you as he walked you down the hallway to the party for under 18’s. You huffed a little, and felt grateful you’d managed to smuggle a copy of your favourite book in that little baguette bag slung from your shoulder. “You never know, maybe you will meet someone at this party, I know Lew-” You cut your father off with a small laugh and smile “I’ll try Vati, but I’m not going to go about looking for one of your friend’s cute sons! I have to focus on school if I’m going to go to Princeton!”  You cracked a glowy smile at your father and he laughed back, smoothing your hair down with his hands, before giving you a stern look. “Y/N, hand the book over.” You pouted, about to attempt a denial, but when Seb raised his eyebrow, you relented and handed your copy of ‘My Brilliant Friend’ over to your dad, as he kissed your forehead and headed off to the party. 

Meanwhile, over at the karting track nearby, George was whizzing around in his coach Lewis’ old go-kart, with Lewis cheering him on from near where the pitwall usually was. “WHOO! GO RUSSELL! WHAT A LAP KIDDO!!” he claps as the younger boy pulled up to the finish line, detaching the steering wheel so he could jump out. As he ran and hi-fived his coach, a sharp cough filled the air. Valtteri, Lewis’ old teammate and the other man on this trip with them, was stood with his arms folded and a stern expression on his face. “Boys, it is New Years Eve, please can you stop training for one evening and go shower up?” He sighed, walking over to Lewis “Why are you all suited and booted, Bottas?” Lewis laughed, and Valterri gave the boys a little spin “The party, Lewis. George, there’s a kids party downstairs as well!” George scrunched his face up at the Finnish man, now with his blue helmet tucked under a lanky arm.”Young adult party” he corrected himself with a sigh, looking between both Lewis and George. “We didn’t fly all this way for you guys to race the whole time. We can do that at home.” Both the Mercedes boys hung their heads and nodded, walking off to their chalet to get cleaned up for parties they didn’t want to be at.

At the kids young adults party, cheesy pop music blared over the speakers as teens from all over the racing series played games, talked, laughed and ate. Esteban and Pierre were arguing over a foosball table, Yuki was eating every sandwich he could find, and Lando was DJing a load of karaoke over a headset and mic in his DJ merch. Kimi and Ollie, two Formula 2 drivers, had just finished up a duet of “I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ by Whitney Houston, as the crowd clapped. You ignored the roar of the music and laughed, sat on a couch, watching everything unfold in front of you, while pulling the blue cardigan your Vati had bought for you up over your shoulders, ready to make your escape. “Not bad for a couple of drivers, huh?” Lando hollered, messing with his lighting rig a little.

“Now, who’s gonna rock the house next next?” he asked, jumping up on a small box to scan the room better, as you struggled to think what to do, and he moved his light towards the doorway of the room. George quickly covered his face with his arm, yet felt himself dragged by another driver up to a small stage, and having a microphone thrust into his hands. You were dragged up too, a microphone flung at you, almost slipping out of your sweaty hands. How on earth could this happen to you!? Or this awfully attractive boy you’re now stood next toYou looked up at the taller man, both confused as each other, the sheen of  teenage awkwardness covering both of your foreheads.

“Y’know, you guys might thank me for this later” Lando winks, to the reception of an unimpressed you and George. He slinks back behind the DJ rig and sighs “Or not…” and starts the track. You and the boy stare at each other as the opening piano notes play. You were more so staring at those beautiful blue eyes, connecting the freckles across his nose like constellations, looking at his perfectly formed cupids bow, when all of a sudden-

“Living in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance”

Oh boy, he has the face and voice of an angel. You made the decision quick and pulled the microphone to your lips ready for your part. There went nothing…

“I never believed in What I couldn't see

I never opened my heart (Oh)

To all the possibilities”

George felt his heart skip beats, the sound of his pulse rushing through his ears and the blood into his face. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Not only did this random girl he’d been pulled into some sort of karaoke fanfiction with LOOK like a princess, but she had the most beautiful voice and the confidence to actually sing with him. He had never believed in love at first sight, but he thought, perhaps love at first note could be real.

“I know that something has changed

Never felt this way, and right here tonight

This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you (oh)

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart (feel in my heart)

The start of something new”

You loosed up a little, taking the claw clip out of your hair and letting it flow freely, framing your face and making George flush a baby pink in the cheeks.

Thump-thump, thump-thump

His pulse quickened as you moved closer, hips gently swaying to the sweet sound of your harmonies, and he tried to keep himself in check as the song progressed. 

“Now who'd have ever thought that

We'd both be here tonight

And the world looks so much brighter

With you by my side

I know that something has changed

Never felt this way

I know it for real”

You just glowed as you sung, sort of enjoying the anonymity of no one in the room seeming to recognise you, despite your father’s name. And George could tell you glowed, he spent all your solo parts scanning your frame, to find not a single flaw in his eyes. You were some sort of fairytale princess, singing him these sweet siren songs and making him forget the stress of the track, of Coach Hamilton’s emphasis on the upcoming races, and of his entire career as a racer. 

It was you. him, and the music.

“This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you (oh)

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart

The start of something new”

And unbeknownst to him, you felt the same. No more swirling equations in your head, no more maths tests or Princeton or college entrance papers. Just this mysterious young man with the floppy curtains, slender frame, and glassiest blue eyes. And his voice, dulcet and warm, like ginger and honey tea on a winter’s morning. You pondered Lando’s words in your head:

 “Y’know, you guys might thank me for this later”

And thought, maybe he was right. Maybe you would.

“I never knew that it could happen till it happened to me

I didn't know it before

But now it's easy to see

It's the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you

And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart

That it's the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you

And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart

The start of something new (The start of something new)

The start of something new”

The music faded out as you and George stood looking into each other's eyes, a cheer spreading across the room, accompanied by the sound of claps and hollers from the crowd of teens. He smiled, and ran his hand through his hair “George. And you?” You smile back, blinking softly and quietly responding “Y/N”

You both found yourself sat outside after a while, escaping the music an the dancing just before midnight, “You were AMAZING Y/N!” The Brit, as you had learned from the accent, enthused. “You gotta be a singer, surely?” You chuckle, and follow his lead, guided by his soft hands, to a balcony “Only church choir, and even then I almost fainted!” The Brit laughed, and blushed at the gentle grip of your hand, feeling the edge of your nail dig into his vein ever so slightly. “Well, you were amazing, Y/N” He chirps, standing with you, overlooking the snowy mountains to the tune of faded voices, and the low whirr of the ski lift in the distance.

As you both looked over the balcony, George turned and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, still talking as he did so “So, Y/N, I was wondering if I could get your numb-” He trailed off as he looked up, only to realise you had vanished while he was pulling his phone out. Not that you’d wanted to, of course. But you’d promised your father you’d be back in the cabin by midnight, so you’d slinked away while George was distracted, the thought of your new school year buzzing in your mind. Besides, it’s not like you’d see the handsome stranger again. 

Right?

[jesterjaxx]

Halloween AU lore dump!!!

❗️WARNING❗️

so much infodumping world buidling and headcannons

DJ- Robot

Originally built to be a robo cop type deal. But when given free will refused to hurt anyone and got scrapped

Was found and repurposed by "Momma" to be a son

Really fuckin loves animals. Nature in general but mostly animals.

They get spooked by him a lot though

Hes kinda sad about this but gets it.

Momma is a scraper/engineer and outfitted him with everything a "good human boy" would need, like touch receptors and an ability to taste

Nothing to be done about majorly changing how he looks tho

The ability to feel is a bit too much sometimes

Sometimes all he can feel is cold

Goes to Duncan to see if he can do something about helping communicate to animals that he is a friend. Ala magic.

Machinery and Magic don't mix well typically, you gotta be crazy specific, which isn't really Duncan's styel

Duncan likes DJ tho, and proceeds to steal some of Harolds spellbooks

Side plot of them being wayyyy to hard for him to read, in both way too high level and shitty handwritten chickenscratch that fucks with his dyslexia, so he has to ask Harold for help

Maybe they learn to better understand eachother idk

Maybe they kill eachother

Harold and Duncan team up 6 dead 9 injured every single person is fucking baffled

Anyways DJ is like iron giant up in this bitch

His Momma is kinda worried that one day he'll learn enough mechanics to fix himself up and wont need her anymore

Tyler - Harpy

Ok the chicken fear makes sense now

He gets the uncanny valley feeling looking at chickens

I would too

He would fly into a window

Can he fly?

Hes like a turkey

Or a seagull

Wait im an idiot hes a chicken

Duh

Eva - Gargoyle

Her carver loved buff women thank god almighty for that

Punches like a brick wall

Living Stone

lion paws for feet

Did you guys know sound resonates the best through solids??

Her music listening experience is legit i just know it

Noah - The Blob/ slime monster

Oh god that poor guy

Hes gonna get slime all over his books

Harold - Witch

He's the type of witch to have seperate waters for different kinds of spells

A pretty dorky Witch, even by witch standards

Wears proper witch PPE (robes and hat)

Has his sheldon Big Bang Theory style shirts on underneath tho

Uses incantations and written spells in magical languages mainly

Uses the starlight, paper, ink, historical artifacts and an assortment of magical ingredients as fuels

Has a large collection of quality spellbooks for references

Not those shitty amazon spellbooks that are just a list of pre written spells, these ones were written by some old hag 80 years ago and through flowery rambleing language tell you how write spells yourself. They go into spell syntax.

Harolds books for writing incantations and spells are spiral notebooks

If he uses smbols will typically craft a custom sygil for it

Uses alot of number magic and latin

Uses his confidence in his skills with writing spells to harness magic

Is better at doing spells for other people, when doing spells for himself he tends to overcomplicate things

Actually went to magic camps and magic summer schools

"I was trained for this!" and it's Mostly true

Can make the most specific fucking spell work for him

I cannot stress he is good at this type of casting.

Duncan's way of doing magic pisses him off. Both are convinced their way is better

Harold to Duncan ->"What the fuck do you mean you increased your strength with a posca marker, bare knuckles and a dream. How are you not dead yet >:[ "

He has a lot of respect for magic itself, Duncan's almost disrespectful way of using magic makes him mad.

Whats worse is that it works.

How Harold casts a spell

Writes down a goal -> outlines different methods to achieve it (incantations, scrolls, potions) -> writes out the spelleork with alot of detail accounting for almost every outcome -> it takes very long -> outwardly or inwardly recites writes spell to activate it -> profit

Alejandro - Siren

(I give up with organization here no more bullet points)

Mermaids and Sirens are almost identical, with few overt physical differences

Sirens will typically have colored iris', 2 finned gills, longer tounges, boned ears and uniformly sharp teeth

Mermaids have colored scalera, 3 smooth gills, finned ears and sharp canines

This isn't a rule, and in modern times there are few families of sirens or mermaids that havent mixed with other monsters at some point

Both species have shape-shifting abilities.

Mermaids have two forms, and can switch between them at will, though the process takes hours and the mermaid will have to stay in either aquatic or land form for a couple weeks before changing again. though this wait time can be speed up with tailsmen, it's can cause health problems.

Siren can shift their features at will, including shifting from aquatic to non aquatic with no wait time, some families of Siren encourage "good breeding" and fostering shifting abilities to the point of shifting bone structure, hair, colors and gender at will. This level of shifting controll is a very desirable trait, and cannot be learned.

Alejandro is one of these few families who try to stay purely Siren

Hes a 100% Siren, but unlike his brothers he lacks any shape-shifting abilities, a flaw that has brought him great shame (this is just a genetic fluke, it's like a birth defect)

but he has both a very powerful ability to enchant his words and natural charisma. Dangerous combo.

Because of the well known knowledge that Sirens can manipulate people with ease, Alejandro semi pretends that he is a Mermaid, using his long hair to obscure his gills

He more just lets people assume hes a Mermaid and does not correct them rather than actually lying

He lies about many things but outright lying about species is a bit much

Siren Speech doesn't work as good if someone's also using magic at the same time or knows what's up about it

It doesn't work that great on Heather, Duncan or Harold point blank, or Lindsay, Beth Trent and Justin if they're shifting or shifted

Good thing hes manipulative on his own!

Beth - Mermaid

Yeah sure why not

I don't know enough about Beth yet i need a moot whose obsessed with her

Ezekiel - Ghost

Lmao hes invisible

Poor dude probably gets looked over all the time

Hes just clothes and a transparent person

Justin - Werewolf

The twilight girls would go crazy over him i know it

Cody - Puppet

Oh poor dude

Itll look cool tho

Hed make knock on wood jokes all the time

Trent - Werecat

The trustin girls would go crazy over this i know it

But real like hes chillin

Would use claws as a pick

Geoff - Frankenstein

A man of the people

Literally

Looses limbs easily

Wakes up after a party like "wheres my leg lmao"

Heather - Zombie

Oh this is good

Shes vegan

Would insult people like "i can tell you have a brain why the hell don't you use it"

Very concerned over phsyical appearance

Uses so so many products

Pretty alive looking for a zombie cuz of it

It's kinda creepy

Her eyes got no eyeshine tho

Like a shark.

Gwen - Skeleton/Ghost

Ok this was an accidental double Gwen got both Skeleton and ghost

Since Ezekiel is already a ghost i'm Gonna lean into the Skeleton bit more but throw a transparent silhouette over all of her for the ghost bit

Ghost vs Zombie rivalry

She'd do all sorts of cool drawings and markings on her bones

Gwen, drawing a bat on her femur with sharpie: tattoo moment

Her eyeliner is also sharpie

Who the fuck cares about skincare when you don't have skin

Lindsay: you shouldn't put permanent marker on your face! It can hurt you 🥺

Gwen, floating bones:

LeShawna - Chimera

YES I LOVE MONSTER COMBOS

LIKE COMBINATIONS OF MULTIPLE ANIMALS

lets do classic chimera but with one head

Lean into the Lioness bit cuz Leshawna is a boss bitch and Lionesses are so fucking cool

I might give her a scorpion tail

Duncan - Witch

Another double whoops lol

He's a "fuck it we ball" typa witch

lmao he and Harold are beefing like crazy i know it Harold has 12 spellbooks hes memorized with their specific ways of casting and Duncan is writing runes on his knuckles with sharpie

Duncan to Harold ->"Why are you using 2 pages of latin for a fire spell??"

"Because i need only this bit of wood to light on fire a little bit and nothing else and if i dont i could loose control of it or blow it up or it might not even start"

*stares in did finger guns at a branch and cremated it for fun*

Harold to Duncan ->"Why are you writing runes on your nailpolish??"

"i'm tired of being the only scary bitch here without claws"

*stares in once accidentally rubbed spell notes off of his spellbook and onto his face while passed out on his desk and gave himself acid burns for 3 weeks"

They go crazy they go stupid

Hes self taught

The Duncan and Harold bullying arc turned Street smart vs actually Smart but make it witches

Mostly just picking shit up as he goes

"Stole" (it was free) a pamphlet on different types of magical symbols and has managed to make the symbols illustrated in it work for almost every spell he wants

Fueled by raw unrelenting audacity

Real lore tho- magic is created with belief and harnessed with confidence, you can either go the intellectual route and control every variable and have trust in your control of those variables to harness the magic like Harold, or like Duncan, have enough semi-unearned confidence in yourself to harness magic with little need for more than a few variables.

Basically as a general rule, it has as much meaning as you truthfully believe it does

Doesn't explain what hes casting or how hes doing it

"Where'd you learn how to do that?"

"what are you a cop?"

(learned from illustrations, word of mouth, and other witches on the street)

Has a couple stick n poke magical symbols, several other scribbled on symbols that are temporary

Biggest one is a glyph for fire on his hand, he doens most of his spells using it

Has burns around his glyph tattoos from spells backfiring cuz he got distracted

Uses sharpies, spraypaint, eyeliner and the insides of firecrackers for drawing symbols

If he needs a magical material he'll typically substitute whatever he has on him, belief goes a long way.

"Pure Holy Silver?... this earring looks silver enough

This doesn't work for potions cuz potions are only a little left to normal chemistry.

Has alot of talisman he wears

Carries extra ingredients on him ala accessories cuz fuck it it looks cool

Mains his spells with symbols, uses potions or material fuels if he cant make a good connection between what he wants and one of 10 symbols he remembers at any given time

Uses moonlight, bones, rocks, and personal artifacts as fuels

How duncan casts a spell

Draws glyph -> creates a mental connection between what the glyph means and what he wants to do (this is mostly subconscious with Duncan he doenst know what hes doing he just knows he does it well)-> activates glyph physically (ie hitting, tapping, lighting, punching, tracing with finger)

Example: draws fire glyph on Chris's camper -> wants to set it on fire but not the surrounding grass and trees -> smacks the side of the camper that has the glyph on it -> profit

Duncan, to Harold: You make magic math, i make magic my bitch

Bridgette - Alien

Aww she could be so cute

Surfer girl from planet nine

Owen - Plant Monster

This could visually look really cool

Big carnivorous plant

Izzy - Angel

kaleidoscope = biblically accurate form, cuz she "Looks like a kaleidoscope! Duh!"

Lindsay - Selkie

If you steal her coat ill fucking kill you

Sadie - Vampire

Ough thats cute

I'm Gonna make her pigtails batwings

Katie - Zombie

undead girlfriends

Sadie thinks Katie is so pretty it doesn't matter her eye just fell out

Courtney - Demon

Oh this bitch looooves contracts

Is also upset about Duncan but she just doesn't like witches in general

Whats the point of making deals with humans for magical powers of some humans give themselves magical powers

Demon of what?? Pride maybe?? Or envy??

Shes a sweetheart tho

[razzle-zazzle]

dude, i think your mech is haunted

8077 Words; Cleaved AU (Movie)

TW for mild violence, mild body horror (ghost has holes), vomiting

AO3 ver

Generally, Cole never really gave much thought to whether he believed in ghosts.

He’d never seen any himself, sure, but he also lived in a world with Serpentine and Garmadon and Master Builders. It wasn’t that he particularly cared one way or the other—he just never really gave the idea of ghosts much thought outside of when he was directly asked.

Recently, though? He was starting to think his home might be haunted.

It started with the record player. Cole’s family had a long love of music; it was all musicians as far back as anyone in their family could trace. Cole’s dad was no exception—between the records and CDs of their favorite bands and albums was every song the Royal Blacksmiths had ever made. Cole would never be able to get the classics out of his head; they were written so deeply into his bones from a childhood spent listening to those at-the-time-new albums with his mom. Music was just a part of Cole’s life, and he liked it that way—the Earth Mech wouldn’t have had a DJ setup for the control panel if he didn’t.

But back to the maybe-haunting. Cole had gotten home after a long day of school and then hanging with the rest of the Secret Ninja Force. Part of it was training—Master Wu was determined that they would all learn how to be “proper ninja,” even though their mechs were perfectly suited for handling Garmadon attacks—but most of it was just hanging out with his friends. The ache in Cole’s body from the physical conditioning was vaguely satisfying, thanks to the fact that he’d been hanging out with his friends during.

Before he’d even put his bag away Cole moved to get the record player going. He grabbed an album, pulled out a record, and flipped it onto the player and set the needle with practiced ease. Within moments, The Fold’s music began to fill the apartment as Cole finally slung his backpack onto the couch.

There was a note on the counter from his dad—a late night with his bandmates, and a reminder to take out the trash squished between the reminders to call him in case of emergency and that he loved his son. Cole set the note back down and turned to open the fridge for those leftover wings mentioned in his dad’s note.

“Jump up kick back whip around and spin,” Cole sang along with the song, “and then you—”

A sudden clatter from the doorway had Cole spinning around to stare at the entryway. Countless records spilled across the floor and shoes from where they had been knocked off the shelf by… actually, Cole wasn’t sure. The shelf looked fine.

“Shit.” Cole groused as he moved to clean up the mess. The song kept cheerfully playing on as he worked—he wasn’t gonna just put them back on there willy-nilly. There was a system to the selection of music by the door, just like there was a system to the main shelf of records, CDs, and talent show trophies in the living room.

That was pretty much the whole incident—barely even anything to really worry about. Besides, Cole had homework to ignore and trash to take out.

+=+=+=+=+

“Fly Me to the Moon!” Cole jolted in his seat at the sudden clatter from the kitchen, turning around to look over the back of the couch. His father, one arm still holding the cabinet door, looked down at the floor in a mixture of frustration and astonishment. Though Cole couldn’t see through the counter, he could guess as to what had happened—

“That was the good china!” Lou lamented. Yep, just what Cole figured.

“How’d it even fall out anyway?” Cole asked, as his father let go of the cabinet and went for the broom. He glanced up at the cabinet, surprised to see the whole stack of plates that only ever came out when the Royal Blacksmiths had a successful show completely gone. Weird, how did a whole stack of plates randomly fall out of a cabinet?

“Caesar must have put them away wrong Tuesday night.” Lou guessed, already sweeping up the shards. Cole nodded, and turned back to his laptop. Well, maybe laptop was a generous word—it was a computer provided by the school, in case a Garmadon attack forced them to switch to online lessons. It barely worked like a normal computer, and was little more than a glorified e-reader for teachers to put homework on.

Lou sighed. “I suppose I can’t be too mad,” he added quietly. “Lilly always did hate these plates.” He chuckled, before sighing. “Mom loved them, though.”

Despite the agonizing english homework filling the screen in front of him, Cole snorted.

+=+=+=+=+

“I swear, I have no idea how it fell over!” Cole kneeled down, pressing a towel into the section of the carpet that looked the most soaked. The shattered pieces of the former vase still littered the floor, the sad dying irises wet and limp where they laid in the middle of the puddle.

“I’m not going to be mad at you.” Lou promised, carefully picking up the pieces of vase big enough to grab and putting them in the dustpan.

“I didn’t do it!” Cole protested. He hadn’t. He really hadn’t. The vase had just flung itself off the coffee table—somehow. Cole wasn’t entirely sure how, but—he watched it fall! He didn’t touch it!

His father took a moment to look at him, eyebrow raised in quiet disbelief.

Cole groaned. “It just fell.” He repeated, knowing there was no convincing his father. So what if the irises were tacky? Cole wasn’t going to break a vase just because the flowers inside were ugly. They had been a gift from one of his father’s bandmates, too—Brendan kept a garden, and often gave out flowers as they grew in. And zucchini. So much zucchini.

But still. Cole didn’t knock over the vase, on purpose or otherwise.

Lou sighed. “It was in the middle of the table.” He pointed out.

“And I didn’t touch it!” Cole responded. He pressed the towel down for emphasis—all it did was make his hands damp. His father opened his mouth to say something—

The record, which had been playing an old rock song from before Cole was even born, made a sound that could only be described as wailing. Cole and Lou flinched at the sound, Lou moving to stand up—

Just as quickly as it started, it was over. Silence filled the apartment—true silence, without any music playing in the background.

Cole looked at his father, who had walked over to the record player to inspect it. “Do you think I did that, too?” He asked. Part of him was worried the record player was broken—but most of him was just plain annoyed.

“Cole.” Lou’s tone of voice was sharp. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and reset the needle, music filling the room once more.

Cole made a face. “It’s a valid question.” He groused.

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Ghosts were very much not on Cole’s mind a week later. Despite several things falling over for seemingly no reason, or the record player skipping in the middle of songs, the idea of ghosts hadn’t really entered Cole’s mind. Not when he had Garmadon attacks—or, even worse, school—to worry about.

The history project due tomorrow taunted him through the screen. Were it not for the music blasting from his boombox, Cole would have pulled his hair out by now. Why did citing sources have to be so annoying? Why did finding sources have to be even worse?

Cole glanced at his phone, then back at his still unfinished project. He’d been picking away at it for what felt like forever, now—surely he deserved a break. With that thought in mind, Cole grabbed his phone and pulled up the group chat.

wateryoudoing: did any of you guys finish your essays yet greenmachine: yes! wateryoudoing: besides lloyd greenmachine: :( rocknroll: fsm i wish 🌵🆘💂‍♂️: i havent even started lol greenmachine: guys its not that hard greenmachine: its literally only 600 words wateryoudoing: easy for you to say rocknroll: not evryone can remember this stuff liek you greenmachine: the serpentine war is NOT boring guys wateryoudoing: its not even that the war is boring its just that this assignemtn SUCKS greenmachine: its not that bad rocknroll: yeah it is 🌵🆘💂‍♂️: yeah it is wateryoudoing: see lloyd wateryoudoing: everyone agrees greenmachine: is this bc mr marsh wouldnt let you write about irondragon

Cole closed out of the groupchat. As much fun as it might be to watch Nya and Lloyd argue over whether their history teacher was any good at his job or not, he was hoping for a more fun distraction. He navigated to that one sudoku app he got a while ago, and started up a game. He started a second game five minutes later—and then another when he finished that one, too. It was starting to get boring, but Cole couldn’t put his phone down.

He glanced at his unfinished essay. Back at his phone. The time was 8:43. He could keep taking this break for just a little longer, right?

Cole looked back at the sudoku, entering the last numbers needed to complete the game. The “continue” button appeared, but he didn’t press it.

The assignment was haunting him. Masterdammit. He didn’t want to work on it anymore—but he couldn’t just leave it unfinished. It’d show in his grades and then his dad would get on his ass about it when he already had enough to worry about with the hospital bills—

Cole flinched as harsh static grated against his ears. He fumbled for his boombox, wincing at the noise it was making. First the record, now this? The noise took on that wailing quality, harsh and discordant against Cole’s ears. Despite turning the volume all the way down, the noise continued, scratching against Cole’s brain like nails on a chalkboard.

And then it stopped.

Cole exhaled the breath he hadn’t realize he was holding. Slowly, he turned the volume knob back—

A few seconds of static, then nothing. Cole groaned.

His phone buzzed. Cole grabbed it, opening the group chat to see what was happening now.

FI-YEAHHHH: you guys are not gonna believe what i found 🌵🆘💂‍♂️: 👀 wateryoudoing: your “missing” science hw? FI-YEAHHHH: no even better than that crimedoer: okay i’ll bite crimedoer: WHO CHANGED MY NAME FI-YEAHHHH: so i’m at doomsday comix, as you do greenmachine: you went to doomsday w/o me 🥺 🌵🆘💂‍♂️: 😲😲😲 crimedoer: KAI WAS IT YOU FI-YEAHHHH: uhhhhhh FI-YEAHHHH: okay lloyd i was looking for a bday gift for you FI-YEAHHHH: didnt wanna spoil the surprise greenmachine: my birthday’s not for another 4 months??? crimedoer has changed their name to jetstream wateryoudoing: we’re getting off topic guys wateryoudoing: kai what did you find FI-YEAHHHH: jay change your name back FI-YEAHHHH: okay so i’m looking at the figurines right jetstream: no FI-YEAHHHH: and LOOK at what i found!!!

Kai sent a picture to the groupchat of a Lady IronDragon figurine in his hand, slightly scuffed—and missing a weapon judging by the shape of her hand. The price tag was visible: $10.99.

Cole smiled, texted a quick “cool” and put his phone back down. It continued to buzz as the conversation continued, but Cole’s focus was already back on the boombox. It didn’t look broken. He flicked it back on—

Music blared out like it had never stopped working in the first place. Cole leaned back in his chair with a groan. “First Master…” Between this, the plates, the vase, and the record player—there was something weird going on. Cole just wished it would blow over. Of course, knowing his luck, it probably wouldn’t.

And he still needed to finish that essay!

+=+=+=+=+

“Hey, dude, you doing okay?” Kai’s voice cut through the usual cacophony of the halls before classes. He was leaning against Cole’s locker, and moved over to allow Cole access. “You look kinda…” He waved his hands in a vague approximation of whatever was prompting his concern.

Cole shrugged. “It’s been a weird week.” The noise of the other students was already giving him a headache. He hadn’t brought his boombox today, for fear of it making that awful noise in his locker, but he did still have his headphones—

Uh. Wait—where were his headphones?

“Cole?” Kai leaned over.

“I can’t find my headphones.” Cole said, his voice much more calm than he felt. He sat down to dig into his backpack proper, pulling everything out one by one. He couldn’t find his headphones—where were they? He never left home without them—

“Hello fellow teens!” Zane greeted, wheeling over. He turned to Cole. “Did you ever finish your history essay?”

“Cole can’t find his headphones.” Kai explained to Zane—and Nya and Jay, who had just arrived.

“Oof,” Jay said, brushing his fingers over the fabric of his scarf. “That sucks.”

Cole wasn’t listening. His headphones—he needed his headphones! Without his music—

A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his rising panic. “Hey,” Lloyd said, kneeling beside Cole. “I know it’s not the same, but…” he reached into his own backpack, pulling out a pair of earbuds, “will these work for you?”

Something in Cole softened at the gesture, even as the rest of him recoiled at the notion of using earbuds. He forced the protests down with a swallow, and took a breath. “It’ll do.” He conceded, taking the earbuds. It was way different from his boombox and headphones, but he’d rather have the earbuds than no music at all.

He still couldn’t believe he’d forgotten them. He never left home without his headphones!

“Where’s your boombox, anyway?” Nya asked, as Cole began to pick all his stuff back up and Kai and Jay and Zane all began to help him.

“It’s been acting weird lately.” Cole responded, standing up and shoving his bag into his locker. “Making weird noises.”

“Ohhh, like the record player?” Jay asked, “You said it made a weird noise on Monday.”

Cole nodded, plugging the earbuds into his walkman. He put one bud in one ear and left the other out so he could follow the conversation, and started towards his first class. The halls were emptying out, now, as the start of classes approached.

Kai, Jay, and Nya didn’t share the same first period, and peeled off to get to their respective classes. Cole leaned against Zane as they walked, and turned to Lloyd. “Thanks.” He murmured, before popping in the other earbud.

Lloyd nodded. “Of course.”

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Garmadon attacks were all the same. Get to the hideout, get in their mechs, get out there and kick ass. Sure, there was definitely stress in how the attacks constantly interrupted their lives and put the whole city in danger, but it was a stress they were all used to. Before long, Garmadon was retreating from the crater Lloyd had made, and they were all pulling back into the hideout to relax and decompress.

Cole hopped out of the Earth Mech and beelined straight for the jukebox. His headphones may not have turned up, but at least their secret base was never lacking in terms of music players. He looked through the music they had on hand before selecting an old Three Days Grace song. The music blared, and Cole sat down heavily, pressing his cheek into the cool plastic of the jukebox as the vibrations washed over him.

“—across all of our battles, Lloyd has done significantly more damage to the city than Garmadon!” Zane was saying when Cole tuned back into the conversation.

Lloyd winced. “I—” He grunted, then went over the couch and sat on it. “I should work on that.” He finished, a bit lamely.

“Yeah, but he looked so cool doing it!” Kai put in, also taking a seat on the couch. “And besides, the city doesn’t give a damn, and they bully us all the time, so why should we care if things get a little broken?”

“That’s not very ninja of you.” Cole pointed out, still leaning against the jukebox. From where he was sitting, he watched as Jay started up a game on the TV, handing a controller to Kai. Kai took the controller, and grabbed one to offer to Lloyd, who shrugged and waved it off. Zane wheeled over to Cole and sat down next to him

“Oh, who cares!” Nya declared, hopping up over the back of the couch and landing next to Jay. “Lloyd’ll work on his ‘use every missile in his arsenal on Garmadon’ habit and we’ll continue protecting the city. Not that hard!”

Cole smiled. Yeah, Garmadon attacks sucked, but at least the aftermath was always great. Being here, hanging out in this sickass secret hideout with the rest of the Secret Ninja Force—

The jukebox shrieked. Cole stumbled back as that same awful static hissed out of it, grating against his ears. Across the room, Jay yelled, falling off the couch and taking Kai down with him.

“Dude!” Lloyd’s hands were over his ears as he winced at the noise. Zane’s head was spinning—

“Ha!” Nya stood triumphantly, unplugged power cord for the jukebox in hand—

Except the noise continued, screeching despite the loss of power. Cole winced, covering his ears with his hands and scooting further away from the jukebox. Nya similarly backed away—

And then

the noise

stopped.

Everyone stared at the jukebox. Cole lowered his hands, and groaned. “Not again.” He muttered, glaring at the poor jukebox. Now he was three for three on weird noises.

“Uh, that’s not the noise your record player and boombox made, is it?” Jay asked as he and Kai untangled themselves.

Cole grimaced, which was answer enough.

“I think you might be cursed, bro.” Kai suggested, coming over to put his hand on Cole’s other shoulder.

“Gasp!” Zane gasped. “Cole’s headphones disappeared too! I hope he’s not cursed to never enjoy music again.”

Cole stared at Zane in horror. “Never say that again, please.” Nope. No way. If Cole was cursed in some way that prevented him from listening to music, he was going to walk into the sea and never come back. He couldn’t give up music. Not for anything.

“I’m sure it’s fine.” Lloyd said, in a tone of voice that suggested nothing was fine. “Maybe Garmadon’s planning something with radios and… stuff.” He didn’t quite look like he believed what he was saying, but he pushed on anyway. “And then when he attacks again we’ll find out what he was planning and put a stop to it.”

Cole snorted. “And then we beat him up?”

Nya nodded sagely. “And then we beat him up.” She agreed. “And alllll of your music problems will end.” She sounded so sure of herself, like always—Cole couldn’t help the grin starting to split his face. He stood, ambling over and plugging the jukebox in. Thankfully, when he started the song, no weird noises came out. Cole still moved over to one of the bean bags near the couch just in case.

With that, Jay and Kai started the game anew, and everyone began to properly kill time until Master Wu showed up.

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Garmadon didn’t often attack every single day, but back-to-back attacks were nothing new, either. Weekends tended to be particularly nasty, as this one was proving to be. Still, the Secret Ninja Force were up to the task, rolling out in their mechs to defend the city as they always did.

“Guys, I think my house is haunted.” Cole commented, directing the Earth Mech around a sharp corner. The intercoms crackled slightly as the others began to reply—

Ethereal green spun into the corner of his vision, leaking face and half-there body lighting up the cockpit. “It’s not your house, dude.”

The Earth Mech slammed straight into a wall. Cole screamed, and in the same instant the—well, it really couldn’t be anything other than a ghost—disappeared, the green glow gone as soon as it had appeared. The world spun and Cole groaned, struggling to regain his bearings.  The Earth Mech was halfway into the wall.

“Please tell me you guys heard that.” Cole sighed, spinning the records to back the Earth Mech out of the newly-created hole in the wall.

“If you mean you screaming and crashing into a wall, then yes!” Zane chirped. Cole buried his face in his hands and groaned.

“Let’s try and focus on the battle at hand, guys.” Lloyd commented. “We can talk about the ghost thing later.”

“Yeah,” Cole agreed, getting back into the groove. “Let’s do that.”

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Despite Lloyd’s comment, they all had things they needed to go do at home post-battle, so everyone split up after a few minutes spent cooling down. Cole made his way to the bus stop, pulling out his fare. Twenty minutes later, he was getting off, and started making his way through his neighborhood.

Cole’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out, and opened the group chat.

IHATEMYDAD: doomsday wont let me in :( wateryoudoing: omw bro crimedoer: lloyd your name :( 💒😲🐦: todays atk was p rough crimedoer: MOTHRFUCKER crimedoer has changed their name to bluedabbade bluedabbade: ENOUGH FI-YEAHHHH: bro whats that even supposed to mean bluedabbade: you are not being serious rn rocknroll: the song right? bluedabbade: see! cole gets it!

Cole snorted, reaching for his keys. The door opened easily, and he switched his shoes before reaching to start the record player. The moment the music started, he walked off, not wanting whatever was going on with him to break the record player (again). Sitting down on the couch, he opened the group chat up again.

FI-YEAHHHH: but your name is literally a crime 💒😲🐦: very true 💒😲🐦: jay walking is a very srs crime bluedabbade: IM NOT A CRIIMNLA FI-YEAHHHH: criimnla IHATEMYDAD: criimnla wateryoudoing: criimnla bluedabbade: JSFLDGKFHGJH bluedabbade has changed FI-YEAHHHH’s name to fi-YUCK fi-YUCK: jay wtf bluedabbade: how does it feel bluedabbade: sucks doesn’t it fi-YUCK: okay fine ig i deserve it IHATEMYDAD: nya got us banned from doomsday for a week btw wateryoudoing: it’s not my fault the manager was a jerk! rocknroll: lol IHATEMYDAD: oh yeah cole you doing alright? IHATEMYDAD: what were we supposed to hear anyway rocknroll: istfsm SOMETHING appeared in my mech rocknroll: and said it wasnt just home that was haunted bluedabbade: what, like a ghost? rocknroll: i hope not rocknroll: life is hectic enough as is fi-YUCK: amen 🙏

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Green light crept in under the door. Cole stared at it, but it stayed firmly green instead of the hallway light’s usual yellow. Not that the hallway light should even be on, at this hour, when Cole’s dad was asleep in his room and Cole was supposed to also be asleep.

Oh, First Master, Cole did not want to get up to deal with this. Not at ass o’clock in the morning. But he was a ninja, so he sat up and rolled off the bed as quietly as possible. If someone was stupid enough to try and break in here then they were in for a surprise. But really, why green? It wasn’t even the vibrant green of Lloyd’s mech and gi—it was paler, almost sickly, maybe even lifeless.

Cole sleepily made his way to the door and rested his hand on the handle, ready to burst it open and take whoever was shining ominous green light in the hallway by surprise—

And then it was gone. Like it had never been there in the first place. Because maybe it never had.

Cole blinked. He sighed. Tiredness clung to his shoulders like a coat, and his bed was calling for him. Still, he turned the knob and opened the door just to check—

Nothing.

“Ughhhh.” Cole groaned, turning back to his bed. He was probably just seeing things. Probably.

Green light filtered into his room through the open door. Cole whirled around towards the source.

Standing at the other end of the hallway was… a ghost? It was a pale, unearthly green, slightly transparent. Holes opened and closed throughout it, and its face was too indistinct for Cole to fully make out. Okay, definitely a ghost.

Fuck. Cole practically dove towards his nightstand, snatching his phone and fumbling to unlock it. Squinting against the glaring light of the screen, he opened the camera app, turned back to the hallway, and aimed at the ghost.

The flash lit up the entire hallway. Cole cursed, hurrying to turn it off, and aimed the camera again. He opened the group chat and sent the picture.

rocknroll: i swear to teh fuckign first master criminal: is that a fucking ghost criminal: WHO THE FUCK FI-YEAHHHH: okay so coles ass is haunted criminal: KAI WAS IT YOU wateryoudoing: guys why are you up at 2 am FI-YEAHHHH: why are YOU up at two AM 🏸🏋️‍♂️🦜🎠: shockedface.jpeg

The ghost just… stood there, staring at the wall. Cole finally found the brightness settings and lowered them, keeping the ghost in his peripheral vision as he did. “What do you want from me?” He asked, not expecting a response.

The ghost turned to face him. It stared, its mouth opening. “I shou—e—ask—g—you—that.” Its voice had a crackly, echoey quality, like a skipping record or damaged cassette.

Cole bristled. “Dude,” he hissed, not really caring that he was trying to argue with a ghost, “you’re haunting me.”

The ghost crossed its arms, but the motion accidentally bumped the wall. Cole snapped another photo at exactly the same moment as the pictures on the wall fell down.

“Uh—” The ghost drifted back, “Oops.”

Cole buried his face in his hands. The group chat was still open on his phone.

rocknroll: IT WONT LEAVE ME ALONE

He sent the picture, then shoved his phone into his pocket and moved to pick up the photos. None of the frames seemed to be damaged, at least, but Cole still grumbled as he held up a photo of the Royal Blacksmiths holding the Blade Cup.

“Oh, I—rememb—that.” The ghost commented, bright green glow lighting up the photo as it leaned over Cole. Cole glared at the ghost. There was something familiar about its face, but its features kept flickering in and out, missing-unmissing in a way that kept Cole from recognizing why it looked familiar.

“It’s way too late for this.” Cole grumbled, once the wall was fixed. He supposed he could at least thank the ghost for providing light to see by—but he was too tired for that. So he settled for walking back towards his room, glaring at nothing while the ghost hovered behind him. He made it just past his door when the green light disappeared entirely.

Cole looked around, and, when he realized the ghost was seemingly gone, he sat down on his bed and opened up the group chat.

criminal has changed their name to supersonic FI-YEAHHHH: alright bro im comin over FI-YEAHHHH: gonna get all ghostbusters on this guy for you wateryoudoing: kai you are NOT going out at 2 am FI-YEAHHHH: also jay change your name back wateryoudoing: KAI supersonic: NUH UH 🏸🏋️‍♂️🦜🎠 has changed supersonic’s name to jaywalkingisacrime jaywalkingisacrime: ZANE jaywalkingisacrime: I DO NT JAYWALK FI-YEAHHHH: its in your name rocknroll: it’s gone rocknroll: for now rocknroll: kai you don’t need to come over FI-YEAHHHH: good bc i changed my mind FI-YEAHHHH: nya totally didnt drag me back inside jaywalkingisacrime has changed their name to NOTACRIMINAL 🏸🏋️‍♂️🦜🎠: sus FI-YEAHHHH: sus rocknroll: sus wateryoudoing: sus NOTACRIMINAL: i hate it here greenmachine: can you all GO TO BED

Cole closed the chat and turned off his phone, setting it on his nightstand. He flopped back onto his bed, arms spread wide and staring at the ceiling. Without the light of his phone or the ghost, he couldn’t make out any details, but he wasn’t exactly looking for anything in particular.

So he was haunted. Great. And if the jukebox at the hideout was any indication, then the ghost was following him around. Maybe even all the time.

Cole glared at the darkness. He had no idea where the ghost went, but it clearly had to be able to turn invisible given recent events. After a moment more of glaring around his room, he sighed, throwing an arm over his face.

First Master, this sucked.

+=+=+=+=+

“Hey, Garmadorks!”

As one, the Secret Ninja Force glanced over at Chen and his cronies. Cole frowned, adjusting his hold on his boombox.

Lloyd winced. “Yeah, Chen?” He tried for a smile, but it came out just as pained and awkward as always.

Chen and the other cheerleaders glared at them all. “Your dad’s last attack totalled my mom’s insurance firm.” He bit out.

“So what?” Nya asked, leaning over the table to glare at Chen directly. “Lloyd had nothing to do with that.”

“Uh, he totally did?” One of the cheerleaders objected. “It was his dad’s invasion. That’s like, involvement enough.” She twirled some of her hair around her finger as she spoke.

“Yeah!” Added another cheerleader. “And he hasn’t done anything to make up for his dad’s invasions, either.” She flipped her hair. “He totally owes the whole city reparations and stuff.”

“That makes zero sense!” Zane pointed out. “Lloyd and his father do not have contact.”

“Yeah!” Kai agreed, leaning up against Lloyd in a show of support. “Just lay off, Chen. Go back to braiding each other’s hair.” He sneered.

“Ugh, of course Garmadon hides behind his goons,” Chen groused, stepping forwards. “Real evil villain behav—”

“What—h—uck?” A new voice asked from behind Chen. A voice that was crackly and echoey in a familiar way—

Everyone jolted as a glowing green ghost appeared behind Chen, arms crossed and face missing. Nya grabbed a fork and held it threateningly, Jay shrunk back into his scarf, and Cole gripped his boombox a little tighter.

Chen and the other two turned around to face the new voice, and Chen scoffed. “Oh, yeah, real clever!” He bluffed. “But everyone knows that ghosts aren’t real—” Chen froze, his finger halfway into the ghost’s chest. Cole could only imagine the face Chen was making.

“Uhhhh, we gotta go!” Chen decided, as the other two cheerleaders nodded. “We’ve got practice, so…” And with that, they left.

Everyone stared. The majority of the lunchroom was still as active as ever, most people paying no attention to the literal ghost just feet away from Lloyd’s table. The ghost stared at them all, face flickering in and out of visibility, missing-unmissing features still frustratingly familiar but unrecognizable.

“Why are you haunting Cole?” Nya demanded, brandishing her fork in one hand and grabbing a milk carton in the other.

The ghost vanished.

Cole’s forehead hit the table with a quiet thud. He groaned in frustration. Zane’s cool hand rubbed at his back.

“Sooooo… that happened.” Lloyd said, as Kai reached over to pat Cole’s shoulder.

“I can look up how to perform an exorcism!” Zane suggested cheerfully. Cole sat up, opening his mouth to reply—

The Garmadon Alarm went off. Of all the possible timings—

“We’ll ask Master Wu later.” Lloyd suggested. “For now, we gotta get to our lockers!”

+=+=+=+=+

The texture of the record spinning under his fingers was exactly what Cole needed after weeks of being haunted. For all that Garmadon attacks sucked and made everything a thousand times harder for Lloyd, Cole could admit to finding some comfort in the familiarity of knocking about Garmadon’s generals with his mech.

“Kai, Zane, Cole, downtown!” Lloyd ordered, “I’m going after Garmadon.” It was the same setup as always, but it worked, so none of them complained. Cole rolled his mech along, knocking down as many generals on the way to the main action as he could.

Barely halfway through the horde, the music playing in the Earth Mech’s cockpit cut off with a familiar screeching sound. Cole flinched back, gripping his hood as his mech spun out of control. “No no no—”

With a final shuddering wail, the Earth Mech shut down, its one wheel spinning for a moment before the whole thing toppled over.

“Cole’s down!” Jay’s voice crackled over the radio. “On fourth street and blondo!”

“I’m on it!” Kai said, but last Cole remembered Kai was towards the other side of the city.

“Shit.” The ghost spun into existence besides Cole. “I didn—ean t—o that.”

“Yeah, well, you did.” Cole snapped, struggling with his mech’s lifeless controls. He needed to restart his mech, and fast—

Too late. One of Garmadon’s generals had already made it to the cockpit, banging on the glass. Cole barely had a moment to register the cracks spider webbing across before he had to raise his arms to protect his face from falling shards. Gloved hands grabbed his arms and hauled him out of his mech before he could do anything, tossing him towards the pavement.

Cole rolled, came to a stop, and groaned before forcing himself to sit up. The general was already on him, grabbing his shoulders and yanking him back as more generals rushed over.

“Wh—get off me!” Cole kicked, as another general grabbed his other shoulder. The ghost flickered into visibility beside him, only to disappear a moment later.

“Garmadon said to unmask him!” A general declared, and hands were reaching for Cole’s mask. No no no—

He wrenched one arm free and used to punch the general holding him, before darting off. Another general tackled him, and they grappled on the pavement.

The ghost became visible again. “Use sp—tsu!” It urged, hands passing through the generals uselessly.

“Use what?” What was the ghost talking about? Cole only half knew how to fight—the Secret Ninja Force used mechs!

A general grabbed Cole’s mask and yanked. Cole shoved forwards, slamming his head against their glass bubble thing and grabbing at their hand. Too late—another general grabbed his mask and pulled it off completely, revealing his face for all to see. He could hear all the other ninja yelling on the radio, could see Kai’s fire mech approaching the scene—which, uh, Cole would rather not be barbequed, thanks—but there were so many generals. There were too many of them! Cole needed his mech!

“Ugh, just let me—” And then the green glow phased into Cole, and—

PAIN!

The world tumbled as his head pounded. Lights flashed in front of his eyes, noise and motion pummeling his senses. I don’t want you to be sick anymore Cole did it! I caused the cave in Bequeath bequeath bequeath Nice to meet you kid Ninja never quit We don’t always get what we want That’s not a coconut ZANE! Twinkletoes couldn’t deliver the goods You know blue! Try fire dork I know who I am! I should’ve bowed out long ago It was to protect him Ninja never quit This macho stuff is making you both look like fools Don’t tell me I have to ride this like a broomstick I got the scroll! That’s not fair I’M GONNA BITE YOU Make a mockery of our family legacy! SHOW YOURSELF! I didn’t see motormouth on it You look white! It’s a bug You need to remember Grief takes many shapes and forms Ninja never quit This isn’t about numbers No problem with that HEEEEELLLLP I’d love to visit! Is that why you ran away? My dad was a blacksmith Fair isn’t a word where I come from! Close the circle Don’t think you can lie to me We’re a team Brother sharpens brother Let’s burn these memories from my head Ninja never quit Maybe you belong together! WHY WOULD YOU TOUCH THE SCARY PICTURE JAY I was gonna eat that I can make a little extra if I do the human piñata Light as a feather Pinky! Rawr Ninja never quit I’m not strong enough! But we’re UNDERGROUND Eat dirt Bluebelle! I get it Close the circle I DIDN’T KNOW IT WOULD DO THAT COLE You like my bed! Be the key! Some sing and dance It was supposed to be my day off I am the MC I’ll turn you black and blue! Ninja never quit I should have bowed out long ago This is about family! There are reputable performers that attend clown college Close the circle We’re in this together I promised to protect him! Ninja never quit JUST TAKE THE FLIER You didn’t make it out in time The mighty Cole! A prank? Really? Direct from the business end of your own weapon! Close the circle I know you too well Promise me you’ll always stand up I’m a… ghost! This dance ain’t over There’s magic in the air I saw you stand up for what is right! Close the circle Wow Lloyd’s going through puberty It’s now or never! Close the circle Win this thing See you’re missing? Close the circle Why don’t you make like a ghost and vanish? You received my message Close the circle Ha, Look at you! Some climb mountains Close the circle Not to a ghost! To those who are cruel and unjust I can’t see my reflection Close the circle Settling my debt Where is my reflection You can barely see yourself! Close the circle What are you even fighting for? Your friends have abandoned you! Your master has abandoned you! You are all ALONE!

Just one more lonely ghost, not a friend in the world—

The pavement was rough and uneven against Cole’s hands and knees, his whole body convulsing as the green glow pulled off. He retched, burning in this throat and bitterness on his lips. The world tilted as he heaved, cracked pavement coming up to slam his shoulder and side. Cole shuddered.

After a moment, the spinning slowed enough that Cole could push himself up. The green glow—the ghost—rippled where it stood amongst dismembered bones. It was as unstable as ever, but with the jumble of images and voices still rattling Cole’s brain, he could finally recognize the missing-unmissing features.

The pavement all around him was cracked, uneven, in several spider-webbing radiuses from several points. Where before Garmadon’s many generals had stood proudly, ready to fight, there were only a few of them laying across the pavement, groaning in pain or outright unconscious. Cole looked the ghost—who kept flickering like a bad lamp, rude—in the eye and spoke.

“You’re me.”

“COLE!” And then there was the rest of the Secret Ninja Force, picking their way over cracked concrete and down-for-the-count generals. Kai was the first to reach him, warm hands on Cole’s shoulders helping to steady the still-shaking world.

“What did you do to our friend?!” Nya demanded, charging at the ghost—Cole’s ghost? No, no, just calling him the ghost was fine. The ghost vanished with a crackly yelp, then flickered back into view a few feet to the left.

Cole’s head was pounding. Nausea had settled into his throat like a contented frog—he couldn’t swallow it down. The world was no longer spinning, thankfully, but he was dizzy all the same.

“I believe we have just witnessed a real-life possession!” Zane suggested. “And you should put your mask back on!”

Oh, fuck. “Right.” Cole fumbled for his mask for a moment, before Kai leaned in and helped him get it off. It was too late anyway—Cole could hear murmuring towards the edges of the street. Witnesses, no doubt. He chanced a glance, and—yep. Phones.

Fuck.

“Let’s get out of here.” Lloyd decided, still on his mech. “And quickly.”

“Yeah.” Cole nodded, still leaning on Kai. “Please.”

+=+=+=+=+

Thankfully, nobody had followed them back to the secret hideout, nor did anyone seem to have paid attention to where their mechs were going. Everyone was too busy with Cole’s identity reveal, apparently.

Cole sat down by the jukebox, leaning against Zane, face buried in his hands. His head was killing him, throbbing with constant pain as all the disjointed memories rattled around in his head. His whole body felt like a wrung-out towel.

The ghost’s soft glow was just barely visible through his fingers. Nya had the thing at spearpoint, and though its voice had somehow become clearer since the possession, its answers weren’t making any sense.

“I see someone has had their identity revealed.” Master Wu’s voice cut through the doom and gloom, everyone paying attention as their sensei entered the hideout.

“It’s not his fault!” Lloyd hurriedly defended, among a chorus of agreement from the others. “His mech broke down, because of the ghost—” He pointed at the ghost in question, who flickered in what might have been shame.

“We n—ver had to—ide our identi—ies.” The ghost said, crossing its arms. “And I—elped.”

“You have a rift in your head.” Master Wu stepped back as he spoke. “It’s no wonder you’re so unstable.”

The ghost’s mouth flickered from closed to opened, but no words came out—just formless sound that flickered in and out as the ghost’s form melted and reformed, holes opening and closing throughout him.

“And familiar, as well.” Master Wu looked astounded—if such a thing was even possible.

“When he possessed me,” Cole started, wincing as a new wave of pain spiked through his head, “I saw… memories. Or something like that.” He grimaced, gripping Zane’s arm tightly. “He’s me.”

“WHAT?!” The response from the others was immediate. Cole flinched back from the noise.

Master Wu smacked his staff against the ground, and everyone calmed down. “You’re sure?” He asked.

Cole nodded. “Except…” He fumbled for the words he needed, “it’s not quite the same.”

“I—ould—hope not.” The ghost grumbled. “This plac—s—azy.”

“So it’s some… Cole from another world?” Jay asked, sounding just as lost as Cole felt.

“Perhaps.” Master Wu said, sizing the ghost up. “Regardless, it is clear that he and Cole are… cleaved.” He lightly smacked Cole’s arm, and the ghost flinched in tandem. “The longer he is here, the more closely tied you two will become.”

Cole rubbed at his arm. “So we just gotta send him home, right?” Even though he had no idea how to do that.

“There are ways to travel to other worlds—” Master Wu began—

“Realms.” The ghost’s voice crackled. “It’s—ealms.”

“For you, maybe.” Master Wu groused. “Hmm… that complicates things.” He lifted his staff, and played the chorus of “Home” by… Daughtry, if Cole remembered right.

The ghost turned and gave Cole a helpless sort of look—just before its face flickered out of existence for a moment. Cole shrugged, not sure what the ghost was looking for.

A fresh wave of pain rolled through Cole’s head. He hissed through grit teeth—it felt like his head was splitting in two!

“Master…” Lloyd started, “If Cole and the ghost are ‘cleaved’, and the ghost has a rift in his head…” He cast a helpless look to Wu, “What’ll happen to Cole if the rift opens?”

Master Wu frowned, then grabbed his flute and played a snatch of music. Since Cole was in too much pain to identify the song, Zane spoke up instead.

“That song is ‘Explode’ by Mother Mother!” He confirmed after a moment’s search. Immediately, his smile morphed into a frown. “That is terrible news!”

Jay gasped. “COLE’S GONNA EXPLODE?!”

“If this ghost cannot be sent home,” Master Wu began, “then probably.”

“Then we gotta send this ghost home!” Nya declared, to general agreement.

“Looking up all forms of interdimensional travel!” Zane stated, a loading bar appearing over his face.

Master Wu hummed. “There is reference material on the Bounty. Lloyd, Jay, and Nya, with me.” The three hurriedly stood. “Kai and Zane, continue to monitor Cole and the ghost.” Kai nodded, holding onto Cole’s arm.

Wu turned his attention to the ghost. “Try not to rip apart.” He suggested.

+=+=+=+=+

“So this circle will send Ghost home?” Lloyd asked, looking at the chalk lines rendered by Zane’s careful hand, then at the candles Master Wu had helped to set up. The ghost was standing next to Cole, who had managed to stand—mostly by leaning most of his weight onto Kai, who stood between him and the ghost.

Master Wu looked the circle over. “It… might.” He confirmed. Everyone stared at him. “What? I’ve traveled between worlds, not to wherever he’s from.”

“L—t’s—ust—urr—p.” The ghost said, his voice having gotten worse over the past two hours. His form wavered, barely visible at all but for the brightly glowing rift on his head. He walked to the center of the circle, and looked at Lloyd. “Ligh—t—up.”

Lloyd nodded, brandishing a lighter he had found on the Bounty. He kneeled down, pressing the flame to the chalk. It caught, and the whole circle began to glow.

A hole through the ghost’s chest grew wide, more holes appearing throughout it. Everyone watched as the glow from the circle grew in intensity…

And then it didn’t. Everyone looked on in horror as the ghost flickered in place and the circle’s glow dimmed down to nearly nothing.

“No…” Lloyd said.

“C’mon, work!” Kai urged, but the circle remained inert.

“It’s ho—peless.” The ghost lamented. “I’m going to fade—fade away.” Its voice echoed with a deep sort of pain that Cole felt even if he didn’t fully understand.

“No, you’re not.” Cole protested, stumbling forwards onto the circle. “Because ninja never quit.” Recognition flashed in the ghost’s eyes, and for a moment, his body was solid enough for Cole to recognize his own face staring back at him.

“Bro—” Kai stepped into the circle to grab Cole’s shoulder. The circle began to glow softly.

“Wait…” Lloyd looked at the circle. “Everyone, get in the circle!” He ordered. Nya jumped in without hesitation, Jay hesitating before stepping within it as well. Zane wheeled forwards, and the circle’s glow brightened even further.

Lloyd stepped forwards, and the circle lit up fully with an ominous hum—

A tearing sound rang out through the hideout as a sudden wind buffeted them all. The ground shook, the whole floor lit up, the ghost’s arms lit up orange, his hands hot against Cole’s arms—

The ground disappeared from under Cole—it felt like he was pushed through a hole too small, but without being crushed in any way. The nothingness around him spun, then Cole felt a sudden twist—

Cole grunted as he impacted what felt like an old wooden floor—and as Kai landed directly on top of him. Four more impacts sounded out, and Cole squinted against the bright green glow. It looked like they had been dropped into some old building in the middle of the night—but the ghost’s green illuminated the scene just well enough. When Cole finally processed what he was looking at, his jaw dropped.

He knew the ghost was some… alternate version of him. Probably. But, if he was being honest, he hadn’t really had any expectations for what would happen beyond the vague hope that it would all work out and the ghost would no longer need to haunt him.

This was… well.

Cole watched as the ghost floated towards—it looked like a corpse, if he was being honest, skin pulled taut over the flesh. A nasty-looking hole lined with green light in the guy’s chest caught Cole’s eyes, and he winced. More off-putting than that, though, was the empty stare set into a very familiar face. His face.

The corpse stumbled forwards, and then it and the ghost both raised a hand. They reached out, and Cole wriggled in an attempt to get out from under a squirming Kai and turned-around Zane as the ghost’s fingers met the corpse’—

There was a very bright explosion.

Cole and the others were all thrown back onto a set of stairs, the hard edge digging into Cole’s gut as his chin slammed against another stair. Ow, that hurt, and now all of Zane’s weight was on top of him instead of just his legs—

Cole shoved Zane off of him, and looked around. The secret hideout was gone, replaced with an old… temple? that Cole didn’t recognize. The floor at ground level was scorched in a vaguely circular shape, two massive doors across the room were wide open, revealing a grassy field and night sky—

And there were six figures all in a heap on the floor, the one in the center sobbing with laughter. Six familiar figures, who all slowly stood while still pressed together.

Lloyd spoke first. “Hey, wait!”

The six strangers turned their attention onto the Secret Ninja Force. For a moment, nobody moved or spoke. Then—

“What the fuck?!”

[krislgfox]

Ahem, I made another one. This time it's a hero SC oc :_]

(Putting watermark cus my arts getting reposted without credits)

(Templet by @localgremlinenthusiest)

And here's true mascot monster form for @whyiliketitantvman

Two versions

Sword as pendant and as weapon

Dop info:

-Grey spots is his scars

-DragonJoy's cousin(as I writed)

-Became a hero when he was 27(in critters age he was 7) years old

-Glows a little in the dark

-Emotionless

-Dominate,manipulative,cunning, tall, nice and strong(no mater in which way) foxes is his and DragonJoy's type

-He usually feels happy only around DragonJoy

-A little over protective towards his cousin

-(If he would ever cry) his tears are literally golden color

-His the tallest among other critters(in every form)

Dop arts:

As I said he's emotionless, but it doesn't mean that he can't faking emotions or showing fellings

Also, yep, when he fell strong positive emotions feelings he starts sparkle :]

When he feels negative emotions feelings, like anger, his scars began to glow neon yellow

Embracing is like a mix of positive and negative emotions feelings so his cheek scars began to glow and he began to sparkle

Lore stuff:

As I said, he lost his emotions and became a hero when he was, in critters age, 7 years old, but no one knows how. Well, actually, almost no one. DragonJoy is the one who knows how all this happens, but he refused to tell. That's why I'm here :]

That's all happened in DragonJoys and Golden Sparks first meet

It was autumn, and DragonJoy's dad decided to introduce his son to his brother. After arriving there, DJ immediately gets along with GS, and they both was already playing in the GS's garden while adults was talking

Eventually, both GS and DJ, didn't notice how they got in the forest and incidentally split up. DJ was trying to find GS, while Golden Spark, due his curiosity nature, started studying a forest he'd never visited before

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, GS've already decided to look for a way out of the forest, but he noticed a strange and alluring glow. His curiosity takes control over him again, and he went to this glow

When he got closer, he saw a big gray stone from which this glow was coming. This glow made GS want to touch this stone and see what would happen, but his inner self was saying not to do it, but the child's curiosity winned again, he began to slowly reach for the stone, and at the same moment, DJ's close voice began to be heard from behind the trees

A second, touch, increasing fell of pain in his arms, followed by a scream and the voice of a cousin who managed to run up to him and started asking him what happened. It all got mixed up in GS's head, he didn't understand what was going on, the only thing he understood was that his whole face felt like burning from within, that his head started to hurt, as if he was being hit with a hammer, and his hands seemed to be dipped in boiling water. In all this fellings he noticed that the stone disappeared

After that GS felt dizzy, and he eventually lost consciousness in his cousin's arms. DJ got scared, he immediately picked up his cousin and ran to the exit from the forest that he had found while he was looking for GS

When GS wake up, he felt nothing, like his emotions was deleted. He also noticed that he now have a pendant, second pack of wings(yes,before touching stone he had only two wings), that he's hands is now grey and he has some grey lines

After couple weeks, he started training with his new sword and the powers that he found in himself. While training he noticed some little critter that was running away from someone and definitely needed help. GS didn't know why he wanted to help this critter, but he knows that he need to do it, so he immediately started flying after this critter

After he caught up with this critter, he noticed that some, seemingly, bandits had trapped the poor kid in the cave and were clearly trying to rob him. GS feelt angry, that he didn't even noticed how he was already standing on one of the bandits and was looking at this little critter

Critter was shocked but impressed, critter thanked him for his rescue and, fleeting introducing himself by the name "Folierx", ran away from the cave in an unknown for GS direction

GS didn't understand what just happened, and what was he feeling(this dude falls in love fr), but at this moment he promised himself that he will helping every critter no matter what

Damn, I didn't write so much in my entire life °-°

Sorry if there's mistakes or illogical stuff, it's my first time writing almost full characters story :_]

[fandom-hoarder]

Happy Mother's Day to Sam Winchester.

It's his fourth Mother's Day with DJ, and without Dean. Not that he and Dean ever celebrated it...

It's technically only Dean Junior's third Mother's Day, his birthday still months away. He brought home a card from preschool with a printout picture of him and Miracle cut in a heart shape and glued onto construction paper. He drew their family-- Sam, DJ, Miracle --mostly as scribbles, in the empty space on the paper. Sam feels his eyes prickle, smiling and thanking DJ for the picture, hugging him tight.

He looks at the picture again and his breath catches. Instead of the blue SUV that Sam drives, there's a black trapezoid that's clearly the impala, and in the sky where there might usually be a sun, there is a shape that looks a lot more like a halo, positioned (coincidentally?) above the driver's side. And inside, a shape seems to glow. He blinks hard and looks again, sliding his thumb over the space to feel the lack of crayon scribble, and makes himself breathe. Just a strange discoloration on the paper---not a ghost his son has drawn. And surely that halo is just a wonky circle of a sun.

"Do I have a mommy?" DJ asks, and Sam has to laugh a little sadly at the question.

A little too reminiscent of questions Sam used to ask Dean when he was little, but also something they've talked about before when DJ was younger. He's just a little too young still to remember everything yet when it comes to social constructs.

"Well, DJ, I'm your birthing parent, so for the purposes of this holiday, I'm your mom." Sam can't help blushing a little, thinking of how Dean would tease him about being the mom.

DJ just blinks up at him and says, "Oh! Yay! Happy Mother's Day, mommy!"

"Dean," Sam starts to admonish, caught off guard as DJ kisses his cheek and hops off his lap to run off with Miracle. "I'm still your dad! I'm still daddy!"

"Okay, mommy-daddy!" DJ says, like it's decided, and starts flying around like an airplane while Miracle barks happily like a puppy.

Sam sighs and looks to the sky. "Even without you here, he is so your child."

[boanddonatetoblacktranspeople]

Rough Outline List of People(ish) inside the Paranatural ‘Masquerade’:

Richard Spender’s father, mayor of Mayview, snack for Davy Jones

Richard Spender, Mayview middle school teacher, Consortium member

Penny Spender, Spender’s sister, apprentice to Mr. Garcia, secret swiper of Dr. Zarei’s lantern

Maxwell Puckett, protag, spectral, son of June Puckett, has a spirit that may be the lost piece of an ancient powerful fractured spirit in Mr. Spender, also possessed

June Puckett, Max’s mother, former Consortium Agent

Dr. Zarei, old friend of Spender, previous member of Consortium

Mr. Garcia, partner to Spender, werewolf, apprentice of Cody’s mom

Mrs. Jones, former Cousinhood member, Cody’s mom, Davy Jones’ wife, werewolf

Davy Jones, vampire overlord, father to Cody, resident business mogul, owner of Mayview Academy, President of Razor Rex’s cult, PTA (Phantom Threat Authority), doctor of local hospital, and police chief

PJ (P__ Jones?)- Ghost, friend of Max, theorized old son of Davy

‘Lefty’, ghost hand, theorized left hand of Davy Jones, severed by his own sword???

Cody Jones, half-vampire, son of Davy Jones

Isabel Guerra, spectral, Paranatural Activity Club member, daughter of Angel Guerra, granddaughter to Master Guerra

Master Guerra, ghost, mentor spectral-teacher of own ‘faction’

Angel Guerra, father of Isabel, mentor to Penny Spender, has own spirit ‘faction’

Valeria Day, Consortium agent, former apprentice of June Puckett

Agent Walker, Consortium Agent

Boss Leader, actually a still-intelligent Wight

Ms. Rose Baxter, Phantom Threat Authority member

Ed Burger, spectral, child of the Burger parents who disappeared into a dream realm (??), Paranatural Activity Club member

The Doctors Burgers

Isaac, spectral, Paranatural Activity Club member

Coach Oop, Phantom Threat Authority member

Dimitri, former Paranatural Activity Club member, possessed

Fauxbia , the Fear Witch, Vice Principal of Mayview Middle School

Gage, local vampire thralled under Davy Jones

Paige, local vampire thralled under Davy Jones

Youth Culture, local vampire thralled under Davy Jones

Police department members under Davy Jones’ thrall (chief of police as well)

Ritz Price-Lee, local rich academy student, vampire-thralled by Gage and crew

Sophie Sibyl, local mystic shop owner, double agent in Phantom Threat Authority

Isabel’s grandfather’s dojo

Agent Savage, Consortium double-crosser for allyship with the Phantom Threat Authority (for money), member of band Max and R.J. saw

Agent Scabs

Agent Popova

Agent Pasha

Agent Stix

Agent Stucks

Other Consortium members

Lisa(???), friend of Isabel, secret school ‘bar’ owner and information barterer - Definitely has powers and inside knowledge but we dont know WHO she’s connected to here

Amy Chen, Isabel’s mother, daughter of Master Guerra

Captain Hattie Henchman, mother of Stephen, part of Davy's police force, and acts as security at the Phantom Threat Authority meetings

People on Edge of the Masquerade:

Alex, about to be possessed by an alien-looking spirit OR actual alien(???)

Johnny Jhonny, possessed by Forge, see below

Ollie Oop, resident bully and friend of Johnny, son of cult member Coach Oop, saw the Paranatural Activity Club members flying in Ghost Train

Stephen Henchman, Johnny's bully friend, son of police officer Captain Henchman, part of Davy's police force, also saw the Activity Club float

People Outside the Masquerade (???):

Mr. & Mrs. Starchman (??)

Violet, friend of Lisa and Cody

Peter Puckett (??), Max’s dad

Zoey Puckett, Max’s sister

Isaac’s anime-looking parents????

R.J., resident bully and friend of Johnny

Suzy, Journalism Club lead, friend of Dimitri, has confused crush on Isabel

Collin, Suzy’s friend

Jeff, despite being piloted by artificial spirit Hijack, friend of Cody

Shred Eagle (???)

Damian & Sam, younger siblings of Agent Day

Principal Pleezedoo

Student Council (?)

DJ Mothman

Professor Bigfoot (?)

Lavish Price-Lee, ex-wife of DJ Mothman

Nicole Spender (??)

yes, rick. indeed. fucking. why?

[marimayscarlett]

I've just seen a photo of Khira and Emil (Paul's son) and thought it was super cute. Then I realised how close the whole „Rammstein camp" is and I almost cried a few happy tears.

Photos of Kira and Emil.

Paul and Oli together on holiday with children.

Schneider spending time with Khira and Till's grandson. Ulrikes and RZKs „birthday twin” picture.

Khira DJing at an event organised by Ollie's wife.

Selfies of Mareike and Schneider's wife.

Photos of till hugging Sophia’s mum last year.

Mareike, who is good friends with both Ariele and Nikki Landers.

The fact that Mareike has been practising in Fehrbelliner Strasse for years.

It makes me realise that they are all so much more than a band. Friends, some of whom have known each other for over 40 years and are almost like family. I think that’s so beautiful. Like imagine knowing some of your friends for more than 40 years ❤️ (and would love to be a fly on the wall when they all hang out together and talk about the good old days 😭❤️)

Hi 👋🏼

I must say, these constellations cross my mind quite frequently, especially since last year. A band which worked and created musical monuments together, rose to unbelievable fame together, went through hardships together for three decades and band members who knew each other even longer isn't the norm - so many bands out there exist only up to now because of numerous line up changes, to the point where only a small percentage of the original founding members are still present. It's also not totally the norm that family members of the band are this close to each other, support each other (like you mentioned Khira Li doing a DJ Set for Marie Riedel), spending time together so naturally. In my mind at least, all this can be viewed as signs for the band being so much more than just the work place of six creative minds who found each other 30 years ago - it's like a living space of vastly different characters, who stick together for better and for worse and have like a tightly knit support system out of their families around them, which are then again connected with each other. Of course I'm just speculating here a tiny bit on the closeness, but there really seem to exist several deeper and quite friendly connections between family members; and this whole net of support which is woven around the band is such a comforting concept to me 🤍

I didn't find pictures to all of the connections you mentioned (would honestly love to see a selfie of Mareike and Uli), but here are some photos, first up the 'birthday twin' picture of Richard and Ulrike (both having their birthday on the 24th of July:

Khira Li, Merlin, Emil and a friend of theirs, maybe enjoying the fact that Richard has a pool on his roof:

Schneider being a guest on Khira Li's birthday as well as during an excursion (even though I think the child is Maxime and not Till's grandson, I'm not entirely sure):

I'm very sure that there are more pictures like these out there, but that's enough digging for now 😇

[tinka-tank]

(They didn't have the Paldea one 😭)

Part 3 in the DC Pokémon AU, please see previous posts for more lore and I'm still open to more help and suggestions

Check the #dc pokemon au for it

These are just things I shit out and maybe someday I'll properly render everything but my design process for these is make them have a color that their typing has as in pink for fairy and blue for water etc.

Very special thank you to @illusionsignmisdirection for the help with this au and all the wonderful suggestions and ideas

Alec:

Alec is the ice type gym leader, he is the 1st gym leader overall. His gym is a library and he is the main librarian. He's planned to be apart of the villain team (known as Team Idol) as their leader so under the gym is the secret base which has those annoying ass ice puzzles we all are too familiar with.. and the gym is on top of an ice mountain because your first task is going to be haul ass up that mountain #absolutely and yes he is divorced and his wife took their son as she should #yup He's the only one with a party decided with a Delibird and Snorunt and his later party as the final team boss is to be decided.

For his design I went with icy librarian man that's literally my thought process and a tattered coat to show age and tired energy

Gabby and Ellie:

Gabby and Ellie are the grass type gym leaders, the second gym leaders overall. It started off as Gabby, but I imagine she had Ellie join her seeing as Ellie is a good battler herself. I like to think they're married or at the very least promised to each other, as see by the matching rings I gave them. They are so in love really... and I like to think Ellie made their outfits for each other (I couldn't pick which Gabby design I liked better so I put both) because I still think she's a fashion designer and probably her job is working at an office or freelance design, as seen w the pencil skirt and flats I gave her. I wanted her to look cute and professional to show that looks can be deceiving because she's also apart of Team Idol and maybe Gabby might be too, depending on what happens in dcas w her and the villains alliance. Gabby is supposed to give whimsical yes, like the most whimsy grass girl ever who waters her flowers and would shoot you if you litter type of shit. I think sometimes Gabby is solo then Ellie takes over other hours or sometimes they both battle together. Gabbys job is probably the city/town gardener, probably sells herbs and healing items that aren't found in Pokémarts

Hunter:

Hunter is the ghost type gym leader, he is the 3rd gym leader overall. I like to think his gym is some kind of abandoned warehouse or some other abandoned place turned ghost rave ! Ally is the DJ and does all the electrical work while Hunter battles challengers and puts on performances with the fellow ghosts roaming around. I based his design on the fact that he should be allowed to wear whatever he wants and the neon glowsticks and bracelets are based on his team colors !! Also the pale face paint and make up bc he's a performer duh and a crinoline with tattered fabric bc he's fancy like that. Didn't wanna add too many skulls bc that's Jake's brand he was the first one move over Hunter and his job really just is performer like he performs all the time for cash and relies on Ally dj money too 😭

Riya:

Riya is the flying type gym leader, she is the fifth gym leader overall. Yes her flying type is because of her assassination attempt on Aiden no one can change me I'm a woman. And also because her with a Bombirdier fits and also an Altaria and Vespiquen, but it's still to be decided. Her design was inspired by sky trainer bodysuits and her shoes height are to reflect her incredible balance and how she's always above everyone else both physically and mentally. I liked adding armor that looks like she's a warrior because let's be real here she is here to WIN. Also gold. She's regal. Love her sm... I think she puts on air show performances and is a celebrity, movie star all over again... like she's so fabulous how can you look away ? Her gym in my head is probably a runway of sorts or movie studio, probably shoots her battling to add into her movies really and yes she's apart of the villain team, she's second in command because why wouldn't she be

Miriam:

(Queen) Miriam is a retired gym leader, she once was the fairy type gym leader, formerly the eighth and last gym leader. Jake now is in her spot and she sometimes visits the gym. She normally is at home baking and providing for the neighboring Pokémon. I like to think her ace is Alcremie cause of obvious reasons and that Jake gifted her a Fidough to keep her company when he's busy at his job and the gym. She has a more bright and "good" aesthetic than Jake, so her gym was more different than his currently is. I like to think she could be challenged later on if this was a game, like post game ! I like to think she also exposed Team Idol and either was kidnapped or just. Roams free who knows. But she's strong and a wise mentor to Jake who helped him calm down a bit so he doesn't destroy everything with his powers when losing.

Other tidbits:

- This is the Tipiskaw Region and it's like side game regions where no new Pokémon are introduced but old ones are available like from previous generations

- The order is:

1st gym: Alec (ice type)

2nd gym: Gabby and Ellie (grass type)

3rd gym: Hunter (ghost type)

4th gym: Connor (steel type)

5th gym: Riya (flying type)

6th gym: James (electric type)

7th gym: Grett (dragon type)

8th gym: Jake (fairy type)

Elite four: Oliver (normal type)

Elite four: Emily (psychic type)

Elite four: Derek (dark type)

Elite four: Trevor (ground type)

Champion: Kristal

- The name of the Villain team is Team Idol, consisting of Leader Alec, second in command Riya, Grett, Yul, Ellie (maybe Gabby) and Fiore and their goal is for complete domination

- Yul is the first fight due to being brash and a show off, many people believe he's the leader of the team because of this and he is a fire type speicalist (also Yul has big beef w James as they are rival idols and both have Oricorio aces)

- Fiore is a NFE specialist (not fully evolved) specialist with Pokémon that just aren't fully evolved yet, but she is still strong in her own right and she trashed Tom's cop car definitely

- Grett is the dragon type specialist and a gym leader herself who later decides to help you the player (Lake and Drew) to stop the team bc she realizes it's wrong and gives the key pass to the secret base she is STRONG

- Also yes Lake is the female MC and despite not being an all star, Drew is the male MC. Lake is the talkative protagonist Drew is the silent protagonist

- Aiden is the friendly rival with legit one Pokémon, that being Pidove and it eventually evolves into a Tranquill and just stops there. Ellie is the hating ass rival, maybe, I think so yeah

- Tom is a police officer and almost a Looker figure as he is constantly going around the region and yes him and Jake had a thing and it's going poorly like in all stars

- Tom will be kidnapped by Team Idol yes, and other shit occurs which the gym leaders (that aren't in on it) have to help save the day

I like to think this is Jake's reaction to the shit storm Ellie throws at him bc she kidnapped Tom:

I'll make another post later on with all the complete details of all the characters and their rolls, I'm primarily focusing on the dcas cast

[perpetualexistence]

Alley Cats AU: What Alejandro Did

Took a little while to get back to this AU because I got possessed by The Horrors, but now it's time to return to The Sillies!

Alejandro in this AU is still the son of a Spanish diplomat. He's been to five schools in as many countries. To him, Wawanawkwa High is nothing new. He has a set routine at this point.

First, figure out the social hierarchy. The first week or two he pretty much wanders around school eager and curious. He lays his Spanglish thick. Under normal circumstances he will throw in a Spanish word if he gets excited or frustrated. During this week though, he's constantly saying "¿Cómo se dice...?" and then the word he's looking for as if he doesn't speak fluent English. It sells the idea that he means no harm and is just innocently learning things. He observes people's reactions for that to find out who tries to help him or who scoffs at him. It helps him learn who he can ask for favors. It also helps him learn who can be flirted with as little effort as saying something in Spanish.

Second is to find and join the popular kids. The best way to do it is to do a favor for them. He just has to make sure it's a favor befitting of an equal, not of a lackey. He's not about to turn himself into Lindsey or Beth. Throwing a party when his parents aren't around is also an easy way to do it since his parents always buy a big house even when they know it's going to be temporary. It also involves tearing other students down. He looks for easy, unlikeable targets, aka those who scoffed at him or are otherwise easily manipulated. He'll create scenarios of them being the bad guy while he's the good guy knowing that no one will believe someone already unlikeable. He actually does this against a few of the Alley Cats, namely Noah, Eva, and Izzy.

Third is to rule the popular kids, and then the school. He has diplomatic immunity thanks to his father, and he will flaunt it and use it to do things others can't without punishment. He'll suggest ideas that he makes the other popular kids think are theirs. For good ones, he'll swoop in to take the credit afterwards. For bad ones, he scapegoats them to make himself look better. All the while with a dazzling smile of a perfect gentleman. He'll kick others on the totem pole to ensure he's not weak to the popular kids. It's nothing personal, just something he has to do to maintain his power.

And then, finally, the fourth step. It happens once his father inevitably declares that they'll be moving to a new country in a few weeks. It's his favorite game: Let's see how many lives he can ruin before he goes. After all, he doesn't truly care for any of these people. They're always temporary. No one will remember him when he's gone. So he'll give them something to remember, and leave them to pick up the pieces. No one will believe them because he'll already have moved on to the next country by the time they've fully realized what has happened.

Ezekiel is just a warm up. All he has to do is lay the groundwork for him to lean back on his old misogynistic views he'd been weaning off from and watch the sparks fly. He goes after Bridgette and Geoff because they're the most popular couple, and he thinks it's hilarious how Bridgette falls so easily and pokes at how their relationship truly is nothing but makeout session after makeout session. (Ignoring the fact that he'd been working for quite a while to manipulate her into second guessing things and Geoff into occasionally leaning into his more egotistical self in preparation for this). Leshawna is just child's play with how much of a mess her relationship is with Harold, and he has Harold humiliate himself just to kick him while he's down. Lindsey is just a whim of him pretending to be Tyler and it working because she's just that dumb (She's got undiagnosed face blindness and Alejandro downplays how much effort he put in to convincing her). And DJ? Nobody messes with DJ. He's the nicest guy anyone knows. And that's exactly why Alejandro wants to mess with him so bad. No one can have that much positive attention for that long without a challenge He has to do SOMETHING to him, so might as well leave him paranoid with an 'animal curse'.

People are pissed now and have caught on, but Alejandro's rather proud of the mess he's made. And then his father tells him that plans have changed. They're going to be staying in Canada for another year. There's no leaving this mess behind. Alejandro has to clean it up, or he has to stew in it. And he's never cleaned up a mess before.

DJ was the straw that broke the camel's back since everyone liked DJ so much. Alejandro tries to sit with Heather's group to wait for school to start in the morning and he just gets a glare that tells him to not even think about it. Everyone's clearly whispering about him and cursing him out if he tries to approach. He gets food thrown at him during lunch and isn't given a moment's peace. He gets pranked mercilessly by Duncan for screwing with DJ. This is something completely new and he hates it. This isn't how things are supposed to go. He can't even fake any apologies because nobody wants to listen to a word that comes out of his mouth. His words are his weapons. Without them, he's defenseless against the onslaught of hatred.

But this is fine. He's fine. He just needs to clear his head. Somewhere without all the stares and glares and people. He has to steer clear of all the hangout spots, which is difficult because they're so spread out around the school. His only option is somewhere nobody else would dare to follow. In the decrepit dumpster alley. He really has gone to the gutter hasn't he? ...Well. he still has some sense of pride. He wrinkles his nose at the stench (they're definitely not sniffles) as his eyes tear up a bit at the odor (that's the only reason they're tearing up, the only one. He is strong and he has pride and he can handle being hated because it's their fault for taking it so personally and no one else's.). He makes sure no one is watching before running into the alley to catch a breath. And finds he's not alone.

Part of him had always been a bit curious about where the outcasts were when they weren't in class or in the halls. He made a mental map of which group hung out where within his first few weeks. But he could never pin these five down. Yet here are Owen, Tyler, Izzy, Eva, and Noah now, all conversation halted at his arrival.

Noah and Eva look about ready to curse him out. Izzy just bursts out laughing seeing him. Tyler's just confused, and Owen just smiles and says welcome! It's been a while since they've had someone new, but he's welcome to join.

Noah and Eva immediately have protests about this, and Tyler to a smaller extent. Izzy's just cackling harder. Owen still insists that Al came in all on his own so alley rules still stand: Al's an Alley Cat now. It'd be against who they are if they pick and choose who the rule applies to. The two most hard headed ones complain but stop arguing, and Izzy's just popped a little confetti popper she got from somewhere and is welcoming him in. Tyler's still a bit reluctant considering the Lindsey kiss and wants an apology at the very least.

Now Alejandro's got a choice to make. He can turn himself around right now and find himself somewhere else to sulk be. Or, he can accept the offer of this butter donkey. He really doesn't want to. The few interactions he's had with him were incredibly unpleasant. It doesn't speak well for any of the others that Owen's the one they turn to for the final say in things. ...But he's also stupid. And easily manipulated. Usurping Owen is child's play. And afterwards he'll have a group to back him up vs dealing with his current onslaught alone. He can trick them into boosting him up to get back in everyone''s good graces, and abandon them once they're no longer useful. All he has to do is promise to bring them with him, because they've got to be just as desperate as he is to get out of this alley.

So he agrees to join, and apologizes for his previous behavior. He had just been so torn up about the thought of leaving behind the people he had grown to know over the year. He let his emotions get the better of him and lashed out when he truly should have known better and apologizes deeply. (There's a kernel of truth to this he's not going to be ready to admit for a while.). Owen, Tyler, and Izzy accept this apology without issue. Noah and Eva accept it under protest, but they're keeping an eye on him.

Thus, Alejandro's becomes an Alley Cat. And gets a whole lot more than he bargained for.

AU Masterpost | What Noah Did ->

[kryptonitejelly]

Happy New Year | A Flyboy Drabble Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader Genre: romance; fluff; best friends to lovers Warnings: general hangman being hangman; sexual tension; general cursing; general use of pet names; fem!reader; pining; general naval / flying inaccuracies. Length: Drabble

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Summary: Snippets of five different New Years between you and Jake.

A/N: Happy New Year <3 I haven’t been able to be so active here (if i haven’t replied anything - especially dms - please know it isn’t you - but this is basically how life has been going) but thank you all for the friendship in 2022. May 2023 be better for us all.

One

The first new year you spend with Jake, is at the turn of the first year in which you know him. Your family is still the new family in town, and Grace Seresin, much to Jake’s delight, invites your family over to Grandma Doris’ for the new year.

The vast living room was flooded with celebratory cheer, laughter, happy voices, glasses clinking, the faint rustle of clothes from bodies being pulled close together in embrace, and the faint thump of palms slapping against backs as feet shuffled themselves across the space, each person moving from one to another.

You untangle yourself from your own mother’s embrace, only to find yourself facing Grace Seresin, who pulls you immediately into a hug.

“Happy new year sweetheart,” she tells you, voice warm, just like the hug she has you in.

“Happy new year Mrs Seresin,” you mumble against her shoulder, just in time for her to chide you again, telling you to call her Grace, instead.

“Sorry, Mr-, Grace,” you catch yourself just in time, and her laugh tinkles over your ears, as she gives your arm a squeeze. You peek over her shoulder just in time to find a pair of shining green eyes watching you.

“Well go on then,” she smiles lightly, her head turning back to find her son waiting his turn.

You smile back, and Grace moves on to extend her greetings to your family, leaving you and Jake standing just three steps away from each other.

“Happy new year,” you say first, feeling somewhat shy all of a sudden for a reason you cannot fathom. You see Jake’s smile grow with your words, and the next thing you know he covers the distance between you both, arms crushing you in his embrace.

“Happy new year,” he says, and you can feel the rumble of his words against your body. He lifts you a couple of inches off the ground, almost too easily, and you gasp, your hands go around tight around him instinctively, knees bending, feet kicking up, as he swings you around boisterously for good measure.

“Jake,” you squeal, a giggle falling from your lips and he sets you down. You both pull away from each other, arms slackening from the embrace, matching huge grins on your face as your eyes meet Jake’s greens.

You both miss the look Grace Seresin exchanges with your mother.

Two

“Five,” you yell out with the crowd pushing against your body, you sway slightly, only to feel hands steady you from behind, resting against each side of your hips. You turn your head slightly back to see Jake’s face in the pulsating lights of the club you both are in, his features flushed with as much excitement as yours.

“Four,” you yell again with the crowd, mostly young, college aged students like both yourselves and your friends.

“Three,” the crowd is now vibrating with excitement, and your heart thumps in your chest.

“Two,” you yell, the noise level of the crowd close to reaching its crescendo.

“One,” you all but scream, your back pressing itself into Jake’s chest as the crowd shifts with excitement.

“Happy new year!” The DJ roars, his voice pulsating over the sound system, as the crowd explodes, the club plunging into a strange, upbeat remix of Auld Lang Syne, as the strobe lights in the club flicker matching the crazed excitement of the now screaming crowd. You feel your group of friends surrounding you yell, while jumping about. The pair of hands on your waist spin you around, and you find yourself staring into a pair of familiar, excited green eyes.

“Happy new year,” Jake yells, and all you can do is throw your arms around his neck, adrenaline pulsing through your veins.

“Happy new year Jakey,” you yell, lips beside his ear. Jake’s arms only tighten around your waist, your body flush against his as the crowd jostles the both of you.

Three

It is, one of the stranger new years you and Jake have had together. You are with Dan, and Jake is well, with someone of his own - you wouldn’t call this so much of a relationship, but it wasn’t nothing either. Jake and her had both been in town over Christmas, and had decided to stay through to the first week of the new year.

You had offered Jake and his friend the guest room in your apartment, and they had accepted - because where else did Jake stay when he was in town and you were - but the whole situation, for some reason you couldn’t really place a finger on, frankly, felt slightly bizarre, with you, Jake, Dan, and her under one roof.

Naturally, with Jake being in town, you both had agreed that each of your (and your respective partner’s by association) new years had to be spent together. So here the four of you were, mingling in the crowd of a fancy cocktail bar that some of Dan’s friends had booked out, waiting to ring in the new year.

“What are we all wishing for in the new year?” A friend of Dan asks conversationally around the table which you are all gathered.

“Maybe a ring?” Another one of Dan’s friends supplies, while waggling an eyebrow at both you and Dan.

“Sounds like a good plan,” Dan laughs, winking at you, while pulling you into his side. You oblige him, despite the uncomfortable prickle on the back of your neck from what you just know, is Jake’s gaze on you.

“Hey look, they are starting the countdown,” Jake’s friend squeals, as she points towards the screen, which is now broadcasting a live feed of the countdown from Times Square. All eyes turn towards the screen, as the crowd in the bar quietens, while the volume accompanying the picture feed on screen grows louder.

The ten seconds this particular year, you find, are the most agonising ten seconds of your life. Dan’s arm which is around you, suddenly feels clunky and unnatural, and your neck continues to prickle uncomfortable with Jake behind you, as if his gaze is boring into the back of your skull. You can hear his friend’s voice babbling in excitement, but her words not registering in your brain.

The clock strikes twelves, and cheers erupt in the bar. You hear the muffled sound of fireworks outside going off in a distance, as Dan tugs you in for a kiss. His lips feel a tad too wet today, you don’t know why, and by the time you pull away and turn your head to seek out Jake as you always do each new year, you find him lip locked with his friend.

-

You shut your room door quietly behind you, fingers working to pull up the zipper of your jacket, as you creep quietly towards the kitchen of your apartment. At 930am, it is by no means all too early for a normal day, but for new years day, with most of the city still passed out from the celebrations of the night before, it is.

“Hey,” the voice that greets you as you step into your kitchen doesn’t surprise you, because of course, Jake is already awake, cheeks flushed pink, hair tousled from the wind of his morning run.

“Hi,” you say simply, the both of you locking gazes with each other, “I was going to pick breakfast up for everyone,” you say and Jake nods, not even questioning why you, out of all people, were up so early - as if he knew that you couldn’t sleep, didn’t sleep well the night before.

“I’ll come with,” he says and you nod. You both move quietly in sync, grabbing your coats, slipping your feet into shoes and closing the door behind you. You both don’t speak to each other, moving down the hallway, stepping into the lift and out of the building in silence.

It isn’t until you have both walked for four silent minutes away from your building that Jake speaks first.

“In keeping with tradition,” he begins, only for you to cut hjm off.

“Happy new year Jakey,” you say, both of you stopping in step to look at each other. It earns you a smile, a true Jake smile.

“Happy new year,” he says, as he extends his arms slightly, just almost hesitantly, and you step forward, nearly throwing yourself into the familiar embrace of the friend you had known for so many years now.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Jake laughs, but he squeezes you back, and somehow - just somehow, in that moment, you both feel an invisible tension melt away.

Four

You are at a small gathering with friends at Annie’s, nothing crazy, just good food, good wine, and good conversation. The room is buzzing with the pre countdown excitement that hits in the five to ten minutes before the clock strikes twelve when you feel it, the vibration in your pocket. You pull your phone out, all while still holding your conversation with Annie, but the moment your eyes go to the screen, you feel it, the slight upturn in the corners of your lips.

“The best friend calls,” Annie exclaims with a waggle of her brows and you can only roll your eyes at her. “Go,” she says, waving you off, and you throw her an apologetic grin, before setting your wine glass down, and slinking away towards the guest room Annie had designated as yours for the night. You throw a glance back, to see her move on easily to insert herself into conversation with another group, and you shut the door behind you as you answer the call.

“I was just wondering to myself if you were already passed out for the night,” Jake’s drawl greets you, crackling over the phone line the moment you answer his call.

“No, just contemplating if I should pick up the phone,” you counter back, teasing, and you hear his bark of laughter in response.

“How’s the party?” Jake asks. He had been informed of your plans for the night, a party at a work friend’s house - Annie, even though he hadn’t met her yet; just as you had been informed of his - ringing in the new year at base for the year.

“It’s alright,” you say with a shrug of your shoulders as you let yourself flop back down onto the bed, phone to your ear, gazed fixed on the ceiling above.

“Not having fun because I’m not there?”

“Or having more fun because you aren’t here?” You wonder, only for Jake to snort dismissively over the phone.

“Twice in one night, straight to the heart,” he says in mock hurt, and this time it is your turn to laugh.

“You know I’m kidding Jakey,” your voice is light, your age old nickname for him flowing off your tongue easily. It makes Jake smile on his end of the phone, face splitting into the most joyous it had been in recent times - since the time he last saw you in real life if he were being honest.

“Remember the time we rang in the new year stuck in the car on the highway?” He asks, as both your minds race back to that one year, where a closed road had resulted in you both and a few other friends not making it in time to your designated venue for the night.

“How could I forget,” you say, pulling a face, “the amount of people that decided their horns were the best way to celebrate in that moment is a sound not easily forgotten.”

“It only felt so bad to you because you drank too much,” Jake says, and you feel yourself stick out your bottom lip in protest even though he can’t see you over the phone. Jake had been the only fully sober one that night because he had volunteered to be the designated driver of the night.

“Next time you drink a bit too much I’ll make sure you get to enjoy a similar symphony of horns,” you say indignantly, while rolling yourself onto your front.

Your eyes catch sight of the bedside digital clock, to see the seconds tick slowly towards midnight. You begin a mental countdown in your head, five, four, three, two, one, lips parting to wish Jake who is three hours behind a happy new year, only to have your attempt thwarted.

“Happy new year darlin,” he says, even before you are able to get your words out. You think about protesting, because you were going to wish him first, seeing as how it wasn’t even the new year yet for him, but you flop back onto your back, smile on your features, opting instead for four simple words because something about him managing to wish you first, something about him always being there and in step with you, even for something as silly and simple as this, made your brain fuzzy and heart warm.

“Happy new year Jakey.”

Five

You are both sitting on the couch in, legs tangled together under the throw covering the bottom half of your bodies. Jake’s arm is around you, and you are snuggled up against the side of his body, your eyes both fixed on the television in front of you, ready for the clock to strike midnight.

You had both weighed your options this new year, opting instead - for your first new year as an actual, official couple, to spend it together, at home, just the both of you. It was a choice that some people might have found terribly unexciting, but something which, to the both of you, felt strangely right for the year.

The hands of the clock move, aligning themselves together, and you feel warm, familiar hands cupping your jaw, gently turning your face to Jake.

“Happy new year,” he says, quietly, eyes shining, lips in a smile.

“Happy new year Jakey,” you breathe out right before your lips meet his.

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Mixed by me: @hyprfnk Originally played 2023 - 01 - 19 @ Blunderdome: turntable.fm/blunderdome Tracklist: 1. Flying Stones - Maybe Tomorrow (After Outside Mix) 2. Dawl - Break It Down 3. Hassan Abou Alam - Delayed 4. Sewerslvt - Cyberia Lyr1 (slowed) 5. Bushwacka! - Smashed 6. Z.I.P.P.O, Pearl River Sound - Coral 7. Paradox - Drum Throne 8. Skywave Transmissions vs. XOTR - Existence 9. Phantasia - Violet Skies 10. Neon - Waves 11. Wheez-ie - Choke Hold 12. Anunaku - Temples 13. Information Flash - Early in The Mornin’ 14. Tifra - Plastic Replicant 15. Lithe - Soft Light 16. Shcuro - Lysergia 17. Carlton Doom - Insects In The Jelly 18. Samuel Padden - 94 Britania 19. Off The Meds - Belter 20. Kindimmer - Junkin Hustlin 21. Polymod - 10Six 22. Pinz & Pelz - Minotaur 23. BENUEBER - Give A Fuck 24. Double 99 - Ripgroove 25. Buba - Pink Divine 26. Third Son - Syncussion 27. Blush Response - Body Artifact 28. Nic As Well - Hard Hat Area 29. Paȧl - Paradise O 30. Korzi, Hedchef - Footslog - Hedchef Heat Exhaustion Mix 31. Breaka x Guava - Fiscal Hibiscus 32. Body Program - Kill Dem 33. BufoBufo - Metal’s Winning 34. Al Wootton - Body Healthy 35. Solid Blake - Mario 36. Dr Olive & The Hoperators - LEtre Electrique (Dr Olive Ne Pas 2001 Remix) 37. Szajna - Wriggle Shuffle 38. Private Caller - Backwards 39. Shut Up and Dance - Raving I'm Raving 40. Haider - U Trippin 41. Stenny - Lights On 42. Oall Hates - PCT - 666 43. Aaliyah - Rock The Boat (Mikey B Bootleg) 44. Farsight- Leg Shake (Stones Taro Remix) 45. DJ 3000 - Reckless 46. Cocktail Party Effect - I Kno3 47. Pera Sta Ori - Cheddarism 48. The Advent - Live@Motor 1998 49. Gag Reflex - UV 50. Nü Kvlture - Seekit - You Go 51. Hare in Flight - Muir Woods 52. DJ これからの緊急災害 - Memory Replace

[m3char0b0l0v3r]

ever thought of a djmm x Angel!reader???

ok so like, Yk sometimes heaven is quite boring even though u just interact with other angels but still..it’s still boring.

SO U DECIDED TO GO DOWN TO EARTH AND VISIT!! (yayy)

I’d like to think that in the town where the Plex is like a town where people likes to cosplay due to the Freddy entertainment place plus I think conventions too???

So when Y/N walks they literally blends in with people who cosplays and got some compliments about their "realistic" cosplay and yk they heard people talking about the plex was like like "yk what let’s see what’s so interesting about this PLACE"

And wabam they go to the place, meet the glamrocks,, basically visiting every station known in the building. (Definitely likes the DCA. So bright like them!!) then they meet the DJ.

When they first saw eachother they both were like "woah they’re amazing.." bc ykyk the fits and whole costume looks AMAZING also when the arcade has nobody left expect them they both interact bc holy shit man who wouldn’t want to talk to people that aren’t peopling (saying this as dj is a robot and y/n is a Angel lmao)

When the plex closes- Y/n literally hides from security easily bc they can fly and nobody would notice then DJ kidnaps Y/N to his room where nobody would goddam disturb him and continue talking while Y/N snacks on some stolen snacks

then DJ introduces his sons to Y/N. The mini music man and omg I tell u that the music mans already like Y/N LIKE THEYRE DIFFERENT?? bro treats them as if they r actually humans and also pets and chin scratches?? give him more he would die for it ur hands r so soft too!!

I think the minis would sleep on Y/N wings bc their like pillows but wings yk

But unfortunately Y/N has to go back up there so they wouldn’t get scolded or get in trouble but they’ll visit still!!

unless y’all want a fallen Angel Y/N

[blueberryskiesdrawing]

No Straight Roads! Main OCs

No Straight Roads is a video game which has rhythm based elements and developed by Malaysian independent studio Metronomik. I thought of adding my OCs into this au and created a city called New Synth City (New York? Synth? Never mind…) New Synth City is run by their government HME (Harmonious Melodies Enterprises), and has their own megastars who all have unique backgrounds.

Now, I will like to introduce to you three of my No Straight Roads! version OCs. They are one of HME’s charters, called the F.A.M Trio.

(Made these OC designs somewhere last month during my NSR phase)

Name: Feeya McKenzie

Age: 15

Gender: Genderfluid (She/They)

Sexuality: Demisexual

VA: Zipp (My Little Pony Next Generation)

Description: Feeya is the guitarist of the F.A.M Trio. She can play different kinds of guitars, but mainly uses her electric guitar. She was born in a rich family and wishes to pursue her dreams without her snobbish father standing in the way. She dates Roy, who is the number #1 charter of HME, The Dragon’s Den. She also has a missing mother, who was a famous singer before she disappeared. She has wings that enables her to fly. (More on that later)

Name: Alex V. Volt

Age: 15 (Younger than Feeya)

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Sexuality: Bisexual

VA: Varian (Tangled)

Description: Alex is the supposed leader of the F.A.M Trio and son of HME’s president, Vincent V. Volt. His mother, Vivian, died when he was very young. He can play the violin, piano and drums, but he mainly plays the violin. He met Feeya since childhood and Moon when she got accepted at the auditions HME held. He also inherits his father’s electricity powers, but still does not have full control over it yet. So, he uses a taser to help him manage it. (More on that later)

Name: Moon Willow

Age: 13

Gender: Non-binary

Sexuality: Pansexual

VA: Izzy (My Little Pony Next Generation)

Description: Moon is the DJ of the F.A.M Trio. She was involved in a massive fire incident that caused her to lose her right leg and left hand. It also left a huge scar on her face, which she hides with a digital mask. Her father, Stellan Willow, whilst putting the amputations, also installed something (still working on that) to allow Moon to develop digital powers. Her digital powers include materialising tentacle wires on her back and various weapons. She basically is half cyborg.

Fun Facts:

You could describe this trio’s relationship as platonic.

Moon has PTSD because of the fire, so to cope with it, she age regresses.

Feeya and Alex are the only child, but they treat Moon as their younger sister.

Moon has an autistic brother named Sunny, who is 5 years old.

In a prequel, Moon’s father Stellan travels to Vinyl City to audition at the Grand Qwasa. The prequel is basically a retelling of No Straight Roads but with my OC inserted inside.

[skarsgardsnark]

A DJ asked: if you could trade places with anyone for a day, who would it be? Some said musicians with hefty bank accounts or historic figures - fame and fortune. I thought - Maybe Tuva Novotny for a day so Alex would love me (well not me really me but her me) - but I don't speak Swedish or Danish and I would have to take care of the two-year-old (he would know I wasn't his mama). So maybe not Tuva. Then I thought I would be Stellan because he could make Alex do whatever he wanted. Yeah, that's it - "C'mere son and give papa a kiss. I know you're almost 48, but you're still my boy."

Thought you might see the humor in the entire premise :>)

Haha I can’t imagine being Stellan for a day. I would love to be a fly on the wall in the Skarsgård household!

[scaryspears]

How the Devil Gene in canon still works after Tekken 7

From what most Tekken enjoyers understand is that the Devil gene was retconned. But what if there was a way to watch all endings and past revelations without getting confused? Which brings my presentation. 

How the Devil Gene in canon still works after Tekken 7

To be clear, I haven't refreshed my memory of what went down in the storyline but I remember the basics, so feel free to call out any incorrectness. Most of this is just a ramble and I wanted to show it to anybody who would read it, along with using a bunch of gifs for artistic reasons.

When Kazuya was a small boy his father (Heihachi) threw him off a cliff, in Tekken 7 it is because Kazuya tried to fight him after Heihachi killed Kazumi, his mother. The reason Heihachi killed her is because he found out she came from a family of devil genes (or something). 

I don't think Kazuya was raised to know what the Devil gene was, so when Devil made himself present he naturally made a deal with Kazuya out of instinct of knowing what itself was but not the family history. Kind of like a kitten having the same tendencies as its parents but was taken from the litter and mother it belonged to. I think you guys know what I mean here.

I theorise that the gene itself isn't present until something tragic and emotionally distressing activates it. At least that may be the case for those with it who go untrained not knowing that they have it, I don't know how it must've been for Kazumi. Devil Jin was activated through stress, and whilst Jin was in his teens, while Devil K grew with Kazuya.

Dude's mum just disappeared and the person that's supposed to protect him betrays him with the actual intent to harm. I think Heihachi throwing Kazuya was kind of a disciplinary thing, because Kazuya still grew up with Heihachi, while Jin was left for dead. But Kazuya was 8-10 (poor memory) when he got thrown off, so his emotional/mental tolerance was... lesser. Not to say Jin losing his mum at an older age wasn't just as traumatic, but teenagers and children are different. Jun's presence also must also have something to do with it, as Devil Jin tries to resist her good powers.

Devil Jin must've been waiting to appear for quite some time, in the back of Jin's mind watching everything. What we know of Devil Jin is that he's an absolute menace to society and a typical delinquent teenager. He's very playful in comparison to Devil Kazuya's maturity. He takes his time being a menace, knowing Jin would take control eventually. TTT2's special win poses between Devil K/Kazuya and Devil J make Devil K/Kazuya look a disapproving father. From DJ firing his laser out of control and flying away, with DK either crossing his arms or showing no reaction.

In Tekken 4 the Devil in Kazuya says that he lost a part of himself and wants to take it back. In a way, when you put in the whole genetic thing he's kind of not wrong. Devil K is acknowledging that he has a son but not to the full grasp that he should. We all know how DNA works, reproduction, ect.

Devil K however believes that 'part of himself' should be taken back, not getting that the gene is in Jin's blood. While I do believe Jun was protecting Jin, I don't think that's why his body rejected the gene getting taken away. Now, as seen with Kazuya's TTT2 ending he can absorb the evil off others for his own gain which is what he did to Unknown. Thing is, Unknown is more of a possession rather than an 'in the blood' situation. Sure TTT2 isn't canon, but it has shown 'what if' scenarios. Not only that, but we see Zafrina use Azazel's ball thing for her own use.

So the Devil gene is still a thing, and it started out as just that, a gene. They can take power away from other forms of evil, but not their own family members. That may have been why Kazumi wanted Kazuya killed, because Devil couldn't be taken away from him, and she's no Jun Kazama or Angel so it's not like she could take it away from him. Not to defend her or anything, just saying.