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[everywhichwayzz]

Awww, I remember this! Digging through my old, old, old artwork today and I came across this little guy. Oh my word, that's been...four? Five years now? But still as precious to me now as he was then.

Squeakums from TMNT 2013's SRMFF <3

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Clash of Ages (A Pokemon BW fanfiction) - Prologue

12 years ago...

The marketplace was always bustling with chaotic energy; a perfectly reasonable expectation for the heart of Nacrene City—the soul of creativity and artistry amid the Unova Region. No matter the time of day, there were always dozens of stalls, peddling numerous wares in an enormous variety of products, and it was so much fun to watch people and Pokemon alike haggle deals with the shopkeepers and leave content and joyous.

On an early spring-like day, it was Cilan's favorite place to be.

Hand tightly clasped in his mother's, the four-year old giggled, watching a group of Patrat scurry past, fresh apples and acorns secured in their mouths. Even at such a young age, the green-haired boy knew how much he loved Pokemon. All sizes and species, all types and colors, shiny and plain. There wasn't a Pokemon Cilan didn't want to meet.

You are the most curious child I have ever met, he recalled someone once telling him. Cress and Chili aren't this excited about Pokemon, not like this, at least.

"Look, there they go!" his mother spoke, pointing and drawing his focus to a nearby stall as the four rat-like pokemon darted behind a series of barrels.

So cute! Cilan wanted so badly to hold one and give it a big hug. Only six more years and then he would be able to have a Patrat—a Pokemon—of his own. To love and bond with.

He would finally have a friend.

Cress and Chili were great brothers, but they just weren't the same as an actual friend. They had to like him, they were his family, there was no option, no way to get away from him. Plus, Chili was too loud all of the time and Cress was too quiet. Cilan needed someone who understood him.

Someone who liked him for him, amid all of his quirks.

"I wanna be a trainer too!" he laughed, tugging at his mother's arm and dragging her toward and stand selling apples.

She laughed. "Soon, my little seedling." She ruffled his hair fondly and for a moment, his vision was obstructed by his bangs and the world blurred to green.

"I wanna be friends right now!" Cilan exclaimed, combing his hair back to the side again, fruitlessly attempting to pull it away from his eyes. "I'll be the bestest trainer in the world!"

His mother beamed. She was so beautiful when she smiled. "I'm sure you will, Ci, but for now, can the best trainer in the world help me pick out some berries for tonight's pie?"

"Yeah!"

And then all thoughts of Patrat—of the future—were gone in the blink of the moment and Cilan was once again running to the nearest stall he could find. How nice it was to be here, alone, spending quality time with his mother without the constant nagging and tugging of his brothers every step of the way. How fortunate was he to be the one his mother had wanted to come with her while Chili and Cress had to stay back in the apartment with a babysitter?

"I is not a baby!" Chili had whined. "I be bigger help!"

"You would not," Cress argued. "Sit down."

"Is this the one?" his mother asked, coming up behind him and putting her hands on his shoulders. He craned his head back to see her, long pale green hair and blue eyes glistening. "Pinap berry pie tonight?"

He nodded fervently, rocking back and forth on his heels. 

"An excellent choice, my angel. Alright," she laughed, handing him three to carry. "Let's go pay for these then."

The old shopkeeper chuckled as Cilan eagerly bounced on his toes, gripping the chosen Pinap berries in his small hands. "Got yourself a little helper today, huh?" he remarked, smiling at Cilan's mother.

She returned the smile, warm and radiant. "The best one," she said, ruffling Cilan's hair again.

Cilan grinned proudly as he placed the berries on the counter, watching with fascination as the shopkeeper tallied up the cost. His mother reached into the woven bag at her side, fingers brushing past the coins she had set aside for their adventure.

As Cilan clutched the Pinap berries, he barely noticed the money his mother exchanged with the shopkeeper. His focus was on the marketplace—on the Pokémon, the people, the colors, and the sounds. Everything felt so full of life, so warm.

With their purchase secured in her bag, his mother took his hand once more, guiding him through the bustling street. "We should get home now before your brothers eat all the bread," she teased.

Cilan laughed. That was a real possibility—Chili loved food, and Cress, despite his quiet nature, wasn't above enjoying a snack while no one was watching. But Cilan wasn't ready to go home just yet. He still had so much he wanted to see!

"Can we stay just a little longer?" he pleaded, tilting his head up at her with wide eyes. "Please?"

His mother smiled softly. "Alright, but just a little longer. We don't want to keep Miss Lenora waiting too long."

Miss Lenora. He liked her. She was always nice to them, even though she was super busy with the museum. She gave them books to read, and sometimes, if she wasn't too busy, she'd even show them fossils and artifacts. Cilan liked her a lot...even if she sometimes freaked Cress out with the volume of her voice.

Hand in hand, they continued through the market. His mother occasionally stopped to admire fabrics, trinkets, or fresh produce, but Cilan's attention was drawn elsewhere.

Across the way, just past a cluster of wooden crates, a pair of sleek, purple shapes slinked between the shadows.

Purrloin.

Cilan inhaled sharply, his heart skipping a beat. He'd never seen one up close before, but he knew about them. They were tricky Pokémon, but so elegant. So cool. He wanted to have a Purrloin when he grew up.

And he really wanted to meet them.

Without thinking, he let go of his mother's hand. She was distracted, speaking with a vendor about a bundle of herbs. This was his chance!

Careful not to startle the Pokémon, Cilan tiptoed toward the alley where they had disappeared. He squeezed between two barrels, peering into the dim passageway behind the stalls.

There they were—three Purrloin, their violet fur sleek and shining even in the shade. They eyed him warily, tails flicking as he approached.

Cilan crouched down, smiling. "Hi!" he whispered.

One of them tilted its head, curious. Another took a slow step forward.

He reached out his hand, his chest bubbling with excitement. This was it. This was his chance...

"I won't hurt you. I just wanna be friends..."

But before he could make contact, a sharp yowl cut through the air.

A fourth Purrloin lunged from the shadows, its claws flashing.

Cilan barely had time to gasp before it swiped at him, scratching across his cheek. He yelped, falling backward onto the cobblestone street. Pain stung his skin, and his hands shot to his face, his vision blurred with tears.

Then, everything happened too fast.

Shouts erupted from the square behind him. People gasped. The Purrloin hissed and darted away as a towering figure stepped between Cilan and the alley.

His mother.

"Cilan!" she cried, kneeling beside him. Her hands grasped his shoulders, her eyes frantic as she checked his injury. "Are you alright?!"

He choked on his tears. "I-I just wanted to—"

Before he could explain, another shadow moved behind his mother and she stiffened as he stared over her shoulder fearfully. The Purrloin weren't running away—they were circling back.

And they weren't alone.

From deeper within the alley, more figures emerged. Not just Pokémon this time. People.

Men and women dressed in muted colors, scarves covering their mouths. They moved with purpose, their eyes locked onto Cilan's mother.

One of them, a tall man with piercing eyes, stepped forward. "That boy is yours, isn't he?" His voice was smooth, but something about it sent a shiver down Cilan's spine.

His mother's grip on him tightened. "Leave us alone," she said, her voice calm but firm as she stood and turned to face the strangers.

The man chuckled. "Oh, but we're only here to help," he said. "A child as curious as him... shouldn't he learn the truth about Pokémon? About how they suffer under human control?"

Cilan didn't understand. His mother stood up straighter, her grip on his hands growing tighter, her knuckles white. He blinked back tears. Was that fear? Was she scared too?

"You need to leave," she said, steel creeping into her tone. "Now."

The man sighed. "A shame. I had hoped you would understand. But if you won't listen to reason, I suppose I will just have to make you. Purrloin, use Shadow Claw!"

Cilan had no time to process what any of that meant before his mother's grip on him loosened and he felt the shove before his body reacted. He screamed, tumbling to the pavement, just barely managing to catch himself with his hands. Pain ricocheted through his arms and into his shoulders as the fall jolted him to a halt.

"CILAN, RUN!"

Ears ringing, he swung around at his mother's panicked scream. He didn't have time to think about it. He couldn't bear it. This wasn't fair. This was his fault! He wanted to fight too! He wanted to help. But his mother was telling him to run, to save himself, to leave her behind. She had always been the strong one, the one who protected him and his brothers, and now she was the one who needed protection.

"Mom!" Cilan's voice cracked, but his feet were already moving. His legs had a mind of their own, and he was running, even though every part of him screamed to stop and turn around.

The world around him was a blur of colors and shapes. He ran down the marketplace street, dodging between the stalls, not knowing where he was going—only that he had to get away, had to get somewhere safe. 

His chest burned as he pushed his small body faster, the cold, spring air filling his lungs. His mind raced. Should he go home? Was that the safest place?

No. They'd know where he lived. They might hurt his brothers. They were his family. He couldn't let them do that. Home wasn't safe. Don't go home. Don't go home.

Where could he go?

Where could he go?

The museum.

Yes, of course! That was it! Miss Lenora would be there! She could help his mom! "Miss Lenora!" he screamed, running as fast as he could. "Miss Lenora, help!"

He burst back into the center of the market but he did not stop. He did not know which way to go, but he knew he had to keep running. He needed help. His mother needed help! 

"Oh, no you don't! Shadow Ball!"

A flash of purple and Cilan screamed as something hard and hot slammed into his side. His body flew across the square, smashing into one of the smaller stalls and splintering the wooden supports. His bangs fell over his eyes, once again obstructing his view, but even as he lay there, gasping weakly for air, pain coursing through his chest, he heard the faint hiss of the Pokemon as it came closer, felt the spiked tail brush up against his neck, the fangs glinting over him. 

"Gotcha, you little runt."

And then the world faded to darkness and he remembered nothing more. 

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Alright, time for another theory blurb

And for once this one has nothing to do with Tinkerbell! Shocking!

This is actually something has been on my mind since I was about twelve...so about a thousand years ago...but anyway, I digress. Allow me to take you on a new journey into the Pokémon Black and White era. The anime, not the video game. It's important that we stick to the anime for this!

So, in most seasons (if not all of them) we meet each of Ash's main traveling companions (Misty, Brock, May, Max, Iris, Cilan, Clemont, Bonnie, Serena, ect...) and for as many as I can remember, at some point or another, we meet each companion's family...at *least* one parent (sometimes two if they have them) or guardian (like Drayden for Iris) or *some* kind of adult looking after them (Misty's adult sisters).

Except for Cilan.

Now, he may not be the only one but he is the prominent one that I think of when I'm like...so...you just let three sixteen-year-olds run a gym and a restaurant all on their own and *no one* questioned it? No one?

Um, excuse me, where are your parents? You are still *kids*!

I have two theories for that, if you will allow me. And these are situations I have been thinking up for *years*. There are two big pieces of information that we have been given through tidbits and hints throughout the season.

THEORY #1 (the less likely option):

Professor Juniper is Cilan, Cress, and Chili's mom.

I know, a little far-fetched, but she does tend to linger around Cilan a lot whenever the group goes to see her and she *looks* a lot like they do, plus she would be the right age (and I don't suspect Professor Sycamore is the first to have a secret kid no one knows about), plus she has a lot of the same quirks and actions as Cress...

THEORY #2 (the more likely and insane one):

Now, this is my favorite one, and the one that has been rooted in my brain for a longgggg time.

Remember how Cilan is afraid of Purrloin? And when he finally bulks up the courage to tell Ash and Iris, the ferry blows it's horn so no one gets to hear it, but it's clear that whatever it was wasn't good by Ash and Iris's gasps.

Liepard is the direct evolved form of Purrloin. And where do we see a LOT of Liepard AND Purrloin? Oh, yes, that's right. Team Plasma.

There is never any mention of Cilan's parents. Ash tries to bring it up once for a brief moment in one of the later episodes but Cilan quickly redirects the conversation back to Iris and her guardian, dodging a simple question.

When they arrive in Nacrene City to challenge Lenora to a gym battle, they meet Hawes, her husband. At this point, Cilan introduces himself as a Pokemon Connoisseur, but not as he typically does to someone he is not familiar with, instead, in the formal way of greeting to someone he *already knows*.

He *does not* introduce himself to Lenora.

He has clearly been to Nacrene City before.

So, using that information, my conclusion is this--

Cilan is afraid of Purrloin because he was attacked by one when he was younger, possibly directly or indirectly because of Team Plasma, who would have just been forming at that time as N is only a year or two older than him.

Possibly at the same time his mother goes missing, perhaps during the same incident. His father is never mentioned once in the anime, just a single line where Ash asks about his mom, so there's a good chance the dad isn't in the picture at all.

After their mom goes missing, Lenora and Hawes take the triplets in and raise them the best that they can, and that is how they get Pansage, Panpour, and Pansear shortly after and how they are trained to be gym leaders so early on.

And as for their mother?

Oh, yes, she's one of the bosses of Team Plasma.

[everywhichwayzz]

Another Tinkerbell AU Drabble. Set right after the boat crash in "GFR"

The boat smashed into the ravine, splintering into no less than fifty pieces and bucking its passengers clear, miraculously in the direction they had been intending to go in the first place (Rosetta would have been horrified if they'd have had to backtrack through the rain and mud any further). Iridessa and Rosetta had the toughest landing, with nothing to soften their fall onto the slick muddy shore, and the others soon came around as well, much to the amusement of the storm rumbling overhead.

"Who's alive?" Silvermist exclaimed, popping up from the dirt, apparently uninjured or even remotely winded, her voice almost inaudible over the crackling of lightning and the furious pelts of rain against their wings. 

"Not...me..." Iridessa groaned, barely lifting her head from what remained of the main boat. 

"Me neither!" Clank cried, but the girls were too busy trying to sort themselves out to listen to his frantic misgivings. He undoubtedly had a pulse or it would have been a lot harder for him to be fretting. "...I'm telling you it's not there!"

"Ungh," Vidia groaned, slowly staggering up, fending off both a throbbing headache and the entire Neverland Sea that was pattering down on the group. Why oh why did it have to pick today to rain? 'Grouchy' Silvermist had said. Grouchy. Grouchy, my foot, the fast-flyer grumbled. This is not 'grouchy'. This is an upright temper tantrum. Exactly what she was going to have if the lot of them didn't stop messing around and get serious about this. Tinker Bell was in trouble and yet she felt like she was the only one who could see that. Why had she agreed to let this ragtag group come along with her anyway? She would have been so much more capable on her own. "Where...are we?"

"I don't know," Rosetta whispered, shoving Fawn off of her, sending the animal-talent toppling backward into the mud with a shocked squeak, and hastily scrambling out of the mud, shaking the dirt from her hands with a face of disgust.

"We could be anywhere," Silvermist added, hurrying over to help Fawn up and calm down Clank. "I can't see the camp from here," she went on, trying to stand on her tiptoes and gain just a little more height. "Or any of the human houses."

"So, it looks like we're walking from here," Vidia remarked.

"Oh great," Rosetta complained. "And here I am without my hikin' shoes."

"Come on, Roe," Sil called, bounding past her, far too chipper for their predicament. "Lighten up! This'll be an adventure!"

"Yippie," came her toneless response.

"Well, we'd better be going," Fawn suggested. "It's getting darker..." A rumble of thunder seemed to agree with her statement. "And stormier the longer we wait. Tink's not gonna get herself freed, you know."

"Is everyone here?" Iridessa asked, turning to scan the small clearing where they had landed. Six fairies gazed back at her.

Six.

Weren't there seven of them originally? 

Vidia hastily counted them off in her head, just to be sure. Fawn, Silvermist, Iridessa, Rosetta, Clank and...

Wait, where was Bobble?

She quickly searched the wreckage, finding to signs of the redheaded tinker and a spark of unexpected terror crashed through her. Where was he? He'd been at the head of the boat when they had wrecked. He would have been thrown clear by the sudden jar of impact, but he hadn't sounded off with the others. 

"Wait, Bobble!" Clank cried, realizing the same thing at the same minute and frantically looking around for his best friend. "Where's Bobble?"

There was no sign of the smaller sparrowman.

"Oh, this isn't good!" Iridessa fretted.

"He could be miles away from here by now!" Sil added, folding her hands worriedly. 

"Okay, everyone, spread out!" Vidia ordered. "We have to find him! But don't go too far out of sight! We don't want to get even more lost out here!" Lightning split the sky as she spoke and they all flinched back instinctively. 

"Bobble!" Fawn shouted, the first to move off into the weeds, Sil hurrying after her. 

"Phin!" Rosetta called, starting cautiously back toward what remained of the boat, searching around where the mast had ended up. "Phineas!"

Vidia didn't move to mimic the group's actions...at least not immediately. Panicking and shouting wasn't her style for handling situations such as these. Instead, she forced herself to calm down and replay the events that had just transpired. Instead of running off in random directions without a single idea where the sparrowman might have ended up, she fixated on where the boat had landed and the pieces had splintered. 

When she opened her eyes, the others were gone.

And then she heard the whimper.

At first, it was so muffled that she wasn't sure it was a fairy at all. She whirled around, barreling into the grass at a speed she would find embarrassing if anyone would have been observing at the time. She was definitely not worried about one of the annoying fairies who lingered around Tink, especially not the one who looked at the blond as though she were the sun incarnate. It was sickening, really, how much he looked up to her with feeling and desire she knew Tink didn't reciprocate. Tink only had eyes for a certain dust-talent. Everyone else could see that.

She found him kneeling among a thorn bush, one hand on his chest and the other clinging to the remainder of the ship's head. His gaze was locked on the ground in front of him and he didn't look up as she approached. The rope was still tangled around his legs and wings, but he made no move to free himself. 

He's in shock, she guessed, noting his panicked, raspy breaths and the etched terror written across his face. It was only a moment later that she recognized the scarlet tint coating the leaves at his side. And for good reason too, it seems.

"Bobble?" she hissed, approaching carefully, holding out her hands as though corning a wild predator. "Hey, are you all right?" 

His head shot up at her voice and he immediately lurched away in surprise, a grimace of pain signaling Vidia to the fact that something was very wrong. He went back down before she could move to help him, however, curling into the smallest ball he could muster and hugging his leafy-bandages closer to his chest. He was quivering, though if that was because he was afraid (of her, of all fairies! Why would he be afraid of her?!) or because he was hurt, it was really hard to tell.

"F-fine," he mumbled, but the words contradicted the actions and Vidia wasn't stupid enough to fall for such a terrible lie. "I'll b-be fine. T-the others?" 

He cares more about the other's safety than his own, Vidia realized. Even though he's the one who's been hurt. Why?

"They're fine," she answered and he only nodded in relief. "The boat's a wreck though."

"Can...rebuild it..."

"Not like that, you aren't," Vidia snapped, reaching the end of her empathy. "You're hurt!"

"Have...to...find...Tink..." he protested, trying to heave himself back onto his feet, his legs visibly shaking as he tried to balance himself. "Have...to...protect her...'m fine..."

"Tinker Bell can take care of herself," Vidia argued, making herself believe her own words. She can. She'd going to be fine until we can get there. "She's not a damsel in distress, you know. She's tough."

He nodded, biting his lip and looking away from the fast-flyer.

"But you already know that," Vidia remarked. "Which means this is about something else, isn't it?"

"Don't know...what ye mean..."

"You're in love with her, right?" the fast-flyer went on.

He didn't deny it right away.

She snorted and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Of course, you are. Wow, you are really bad at hiding things, aren't you?"

He definitely didn't say anything that time.

"All right," she sighed, hurrying over to help steady him as he pulled the rope away tiredly and tried to fly. His wings--just as wet at the rest of him--did not permit this action and he slipped on the damp grass, nearly taking both him and Vidia down. 

"Hold on," the fast-flyer instructed, gritting her teeth and bracing to have the take the majority of his weight. "We're going to get you back to the others and then we're gonna figure out how to do this. Tink's going to be fine. We're going to get to her in time."

He nodded again. "I know," he said through a tight grimace. "She's so much stronger than ye would think."

"You're telling me," Vidia scoffed, but a small smile made its way onto her lips anyway.

The rest of the journey was made in silence, but Vidia did notice something very odd--something that did not make any sense to her.

At the beginning of the walk, Bobble had been forcing her to carry almost all of their combined weights together...

...but by the time they reached the clearing and regrouped with the others, the stagger and limp were gone and it was as if he had never been hurt in the first place.

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POV: you're starting to write a new fanfiction but all you have so far are random lines...so you make it into a crazy movie trailer...

Coming up, in Mermaid Magic; Astray...

"Welcome...to Mertopia!"

"A water park? Seriously? Oh, this is the coolest thing ever!"

"Be careful, you guys! Don't forget that the humans aren't supposed to see us!"

"Oh, you worry too much, what's the worst that could happen?"

"The sword! It's gone!"

"How is that possible? Nothing should be able to break that spell!"

"The same way it was broken the first time, but this time, I fear you will need more than your heart and a trident to fix what has been broken here."

"This is going to be a bumpy ride!"

"Everyone, hang on to something!"

"Now I finally get my turn to rid the world of everyone who has ever stood in my way!"

"Tempesta, no!"

"Oh? And who do you think is going to stop me? You?"

"If that's what I have to do, I'll save the world. I'll save Mertopia and my friends!"

"All right then, little hero. Give it your best shot. I'm looking forward to this."

"What is that?"

"What's happening?"

"Barbarossa's sword...can only be welded...by someone like him."

"Someone within the same bloodline."

"No. Way."

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Don't ever listen to your best friend when she tells you to watch a cartoon, even though it seems super girly and there's absolutely no way you would ever like--

Oh, wait, there's a cute nerdy boy with glasses? Okay, maybe I'll watch one episode....just one...

...Great, now I have to write a whole stupid novel for this dork...

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Post-Snowmaker in "Secret of the Wings" excerpt:

"I'm disappointed in you, Phineas."

He winced, his eyes fixed permanently on his shoes. He didn't look up to meet the Queen's gaze, though he had no doubt she was looking at him. Pity. That's what he would see there. Pity that he couldn't do anything right. Pity that every single time she tried to intervene, he would still manage to find a way to utterly mess everything up. Pity that the motive for his actions had been driven by sheer lovesickness, pining for Tink's attention...for her to see him. 

And for a moment, he had gotten everything he had wanted. For a single, momentary fleeing second, while Clank had been away, Bobble had had his moment to shine; offering her suggestions and firing new ideas that he would never have found himself brave enough to voice otherwise. 

And the way she had smiled at him, it had been worth every bit of scolding and grounding and banishment that he would receive should the plan go south and they somehow be caught before the snowmachine was complete.

Or, at least, that was what he had thought.

But now, he realized, standing in the queen's court, shuffling his feet and waiting for Clarion's anger to simmer and for her to inflict her punishment, he wasn't so sure he had made a wise move after all.

Please don't banish me, he chanted, his eyes closed, readying himself for the ultimate punishment. Please don't banish Tink but please, please don't banish me either! It was a stupid mistake, I know! I should have known better and I'm sorry! 

Queen Clarion sighed, hovering just inches from the floor, hands folded as patiently as she could muster. "Phin. dear, you have to understand that protecting someone is more than just following them blindly. It's about integrity, about knowing when to draw the line between doing something reckless...and doing something responsible. What you did today...what all of you did...was not. I expected...more from you."

I expected you to be better. The unsaid words hit Bobble like a runaway hammer.

"I...I just wanted...to help her..."

He'd done it all for her, hoping she would see him in the same light he saw her—bold, daring, ready to take on the world. Yet now he was seeing his reflection through the Queen's gaze, and it was nothing but raw shame staring back at him.

"Phineas," Clarion continued, her voice gentler but still firm, "a protector doesn't act just to be seen. They act to keep others safe, even if that means remaining unseen." She leaned forward, her expression softening further. "Do you think Tinker Bell wants you to put yourself in danger for her?"

The question hung in the air, like a shivering winter leaf refusing to fall. Did she? Did Tink even realize how much he had risked? Or worse, had she thought he was foolish, just another lovesick fairy hoping for something he could never reach?

"I... I don't know," he whispered, voice catching in his throat. "I just wanted... her to know she's not alone."

A faint, sad smile crossed the Queen's face. "Perhaps that's all you should have said."

"I... I didn't mean to..." His voice cracked, embarrassment rushing over him as he quickly cut his protest short. He wasn't going to cry—not in front of her. Not now. "I...I'm sorry, yer-yer Majesty," he mumbled, shamefully hanging his head. "I...I messed up, didn't I?" It wasn't really a question, but both of them knew that already.

Clarion sighed, her voice ringing with sad chimes. "Yes, Phineas, you did. But I have to believe that you have also learned something from this. Something like this cannot happen again. You came far too close to hurting the Hollow--and yourself. Tell me what you would have done if Tinkerbell hadn't succeeded, if things had gone even more terribly wrong. What then?"

Bobble felt as if his wings were weighed down with stones. Truthfully, he hadn't considered the what-ifs, the consequences of failure. The adrenaline and the thought of Tinker Bell's approval had been all that mattered in the heat of the moment. He shifted uncomfortably, looking up for the first time and seeing the depth of disappointment in Queen Clarion's eyes. The shame threatened to suffocate him.

"I... I would have failed everyone," he admitted, voice so low it was almost lost in the gentle hum of the court. The realization settled like ice in his veins. He swallowed hard. "And I could have put Tink in even more danger."

Clarion nodded slowly, the stern lines of her expression softening just enough to signal that she believed his remorse was genuine. "Courage is not just a matter of acting on impulse. It requires thought, wisdom, and restraint. I need to know that if you are ever in a position to act again, you will think beyond the moment."

The room fell silent. Bobble's chest ached from holding his breath. He nodded jerkily, feeling the weight of the lesson pressing into him. "I will, Yer Majesty. I promise."

Queen Clarion gave a slow nod of approval. "Very well. This will stand as your warning, a reprimand. Please, let it be the last. And the next time you think about rashly leaping into action without considering the consequences...don't."

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A snippet of a plot bunny I can't shake loose...set during MHA Season 2. (I really need a fanfiction like this, like Ida is the man. He would do this, come on)

“Midoriya, hang on!” Ida protested, backing away quickly, hands raised in surrender. “Slow down! What is going on? Who’s after you?”

But there was no time to explain, at least not in full detail. All For One had somehow survived the battle with All Might and now—and now he knew about Deku and his connection to One For All. It wasn’t safe. Not here. Not at U.A. Not for him.

All For One knew Midoriya’s name, where he lived, and where he went to school.

One for All was not safe. Not with him.

Someone else needed to know, to keep his secret safe, to keep it out of All For One’s grasp.

“Ida, we need to talk. All Might gave me his quirk.” Even saying it aloud felt so wrong. And by the look plastered across Ida’s face, Deku suddenly worried he might have picked the wrong classmate to share this with. “Last year, before I enrolled at U.A. He made me promise not to tell anyone. Back then, I didn’t understand why. He said it would put a target on my back if anyone found out. Before that, I was quirkless. But I kept my word. I didn’t tell anyone. But now I have to.”

He looked seriously at his class rep. Many conflicting emotions flashed through the boy’s eyes but he hadn’t turned tail and ran yet, so that, at least, was a plus.

“All Might has one great nemesis. The only one who can rival his quirk. His name is All For One and…” Midoriya took a deep breath. “When All Might fought him, he accidentally discovered the truth; that Almight’s powers had been transferred to me. He found me, Ida. I don’t know how, but he did. Which…which is why my quirk is no longer safe with me. I need to lay low; hide out for a while—and I need someone to hide One For All for me.”

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I wrote a little clip based between "Tinker Bell" and "Great Fairy Rescue" and I wanted to show everyone how it fits into a book entirely unrelated (kind of)

It had been right after her daring plan to reverse the disaster she had caused; restoring the balance of nature and setting the preparations for Spring back on kilter. Merely days after, actually. It was much too soon for anyone to make any kind of rash decisions that could alter the traditions and methodology of the Hollow.

Tinkers did not go to the mainland. It wasn't because they couldn't; but rather, perhaps, because they shouldn't.  

It was not a journey to be taken lightly. Humans were not safe; nor predictable. They did not think nor reason in the way that a fairy did. Things that appeared so simple for fairies were not so black and white for the very beings created to maintain the mainland and tinkers were much too curious for their own good. It would take them no time at all to get into something dangerous.

Or something deadly.

Which was why Bobble was so shocked when Queen Clarion came to the workshop one breezy afternoon to inform him and Clank that Tinker Bell would be allowed to travel with the nature fairies. "She has a unique spark about her," Clarion had explained to the two flabbergasted sparrowmen. "One that I think would serve her well on the mainland."

However, she went on. This was still Tink they were talking about and not only was she the most reckless of fairies to ever arrive in the Hollow; she had only been there a few weeks! There were other tinkers, like himself and Clank, who had been there longer, who were much more experienced, why on earth would Queen Clarion want to take such a big risk on Tink this early? 

"Yer Highness!" he blurted before he knew what he was saying, setting down his tools and the acorn cap he had been fighting with for the past five minutes."What are ye sayin'? Yer actually lettin' Tink go to the mainland alone?" Don't you think that's a bad idea? Don't you think something might happen to her? She wasn't going to just linger around the camp minding her own business and waiting for something to break down! This was Tinker Bell! It would be a blooming miracle if she didn't somehow manage to start WWII in a day! 

But there was something else there too, something the Queen wasn't saying. He didn't know what it was right away, but he knew it was important; and by the way she wasn't saying anything further, he guessed it had to do with his "other abilities" and she wasn't about to say anything with other fairies mulling about.

"Hey, Clanky," he went on, catching on to Clarion's reluctance. 

"Yeah, Bobble?" Clank asked from around a mound of baskets. 

"I think I forgot somethin' over by the stream earlier while we were helpin' Lucinda with her workload. Do ye think ye could run and fetch that real quick?  I'll tidy up around here if ye do."

"Sure!" the bigger sparrowman said cheerfully, and Bobble was once again grateful for his lack of suspicion.

The moment Clank was gone, the Queen's demeanor changed instantly. She fluttered to the ground and drew up a chair, gesturing for Bobble to do the same. "Have a seat," she said kindly and he obeyed, hopping up onto a toadstool, staring at her in worry.

"Have I...done somethin' wron'?" he asked immediately. He thought back as far as he could, but he couldn't think of anything recently that would have warranted the Queen coming to visit him personally. 

Unless she holds me accountable for Tink's actions with the spring preparations.

An icy bucket of fear danced his spine. That was it, wasn't it? It had been his fault. He had been the one to take Tink under his wing. Yes, Clank had been there, but who had been the one guiding Tink since she first arrived? Who had been the one to teach her everything he knew? 

Who had been the one who had known she wanted to go to the mainland and hadn't said a word?

"I...I shoulda told her not to push so hard," Bobble stammered, spluttering out words before the Queen could speak. "But she's just so... so determined, ye know? I thought—well, I thought if I tried to hold her back, she'd only find a way to slip past me anyway and--"

"Phineas, it's okay," Queen Clarion interrupted before his trainwreck could finish derailing. "You've done nothing wrong. In fact, I daresay you've done the best out of everyone."

He frowned. "Yer Highness?"

"Tinker Bell has a job to do in the mainland this year," she went on, folding her hands calmly and waiting while the scrambled puzzle pieces tried to fall into place. "Just as she did in the spring. You did nothing wrong. Neither did Clank. I know you were both looking out for her best interests. Both of you are the reason she is able to go now with the arrival of summer."

"So...yer just goin' to send her to the mainland alone?"

Queen Clarion smiled gently, shaking her head. "Not alone, Bobble. I would never send her without someone I knew I could trust to watch out for her. The nature fairies will be busy bringing in the new season, so they will have little time to assist her with her quest."

Bobble furrowed his brow. "Then...who's going with her?"

Clarion's eyes softened, her expression full of wisdom and warmth. "You are," she said simply.

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You should get out of the house and go hang out with real people!

No, what I should do is finish this Tinker Bell fanfiction that has been whirling in my head for months before it eats me alive.

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A New Chapter For You!

As promised, I'm now announcing a new chapter release on Ao3 for my Disney Fairy fanfiction series. This chapter is entitled "Homecoming" but as you are about to see...it's not related to a high school dance whatsoever...

Legends of Nadir - Chapter 28 - EveryWhichWayzz - Disney Fairies [Archive of Our Own]

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I really need to get better at promoting my writing...

That is literally what I made this tumblr account for in the first place, lol. That and to slide my way into the disney fairy fandom, but details details. I need to start posting when I update stories on AO3 (and always on Wattpad at the same time in case you don't like Ao3).

I'm going to be better about this from now on.

Anyway, I just updated a Disney Fairy fanfiction a couple of days ago and I need to promote it, so here you are. :D

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SRMFF Fanfiction (Chapter 1)

Present Day--Earth--2096

A storm raged across the savanna. The wind howled, sweeping the plain with dust and sand, a gift from the nearby desert. A steady rain fell upon the grassland and thunder rumbled ominously throughout the heavens. It was a terrible day to be outdoors and almost as bad to be behind the wheel.

At a small, seemingly abandoned warehouse, two shining headlights flicked off and a car door slammed shut as a huddled mass hurried toward the door. The figure hastily entered the structure, forcing the door shut against the raging winds and shed his coat to the hanger waiting there for him. He took a deep breath, happy to be inside where it was dry, and then glanced down at the lower level of the building, below the balcony where a huge mass of melted metal was hoisted-and more directly toward the feet of the teenage brainiac underneath it.

Andrew Keshel's lip quirked into a smirk and he shook his head as he slowly descended the stairs to the main floor and strolled over, pretending to investigate the heap of wrecked ship. Placing his hands neatly behind his back, he knelt down so he could see the boy fairly well, grinning as he recognized the loud music blasting from the headphones.

"HEY! NERD!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "THINK YOU COULD HURRY UP DOWN THERE? THERE IS SOMEONE HERE WHO WOULD LIKE TO SAY HELLO! I THINK HE CALLS HIMSELF YOUR BEST FRIEND!"

The boy shrieked, lurching up as though he'd been struck by lightning, nearly ramming his head on the bottom of the machine as he yanked off his headphones to glare not-at-all-intimidatingly at his friend.

"Drew!" he exclaimed. "Why would you do that? You scared the life right out of me!"

Drew shrugged nonchalantly with a sly grin that only earned an eye-roll from the younger man. "When I said you needed a hobby, Blip, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

Having recovered from his initial shock, the young scientist grinned sheepishly as he fitted the last plate into place and slid out to meet the confused and slightly exhausted expression of his roommate. Setting down his tools, he wiped the grime from his hairline and stood up. "Yeah, well, I kinda just...fell into it," he admitted, chuckling to himself, setting down his wrench and pausing, taking in Drew's appearance, from the ripped jacket to his jeans torn to shreds, obviously by something sharp. Dried blood coated his face and his eyes still held a hint of fire to them.

Blip sighed in resignation. "All right. Who was it this time?"

"Some freshman punk who thought he could maneuver a T-class Fighter Jet better than me," Drew responded, knowing exactly what Blip was thinking and not even trying to deny it. "And before you ask, no, I didn't instigate it. The brat just wouldn't leave me alone."

Blip raised an eyebrow, knowing Drew too well. They'd been roommates for a long time, ever since meeting at the flight academy Blip's freshman year. Of course, that'd been before...well, before everything. And now, here he was, lying beneath the undercarriage of a mangled piece of metal while Drew was out there blasting space pirates from the sky-and beating up the underclasses apparently. If Drew said that he'd been pulled into the fight, Blip had to wonder how many insults had been thrown before the claws came out.

"Okay, okay!" Drew exclaimed, seeing his doubtful stare. "So I may have taken a couple of swings at the kid! So what? He had it coming anyway!" He moved toward the minifridge in the corner of the lab, grunting with every step.

"Drew, we've talked about this!" Blip groaned, reaching for a cloth to clean his glasses. "You're supposed to set a good example for all the freshmen, not beat them up every time they speak their mind!" He hesitated, watching as Drew reached for a bottle of lemonade in the door. "Not that one!" he added hastily. "That's mine! I'm saving it for later!"

"You're a pacifist, Blip," Drew countered, grabbing a soda and slamming the door shut, earning a wince from the younger man. "You wouldn't fight if your life depended on it." He found a seat and plopped down, making himself at home. "Which is probably one of the reasons why you got kicked out of the academy in the first place."

Blip balled his hands. "That's not true!" he protested indignantly, hearing his voice crack even worse than usual. "You know what the real reason was! Come on, don't do this. Not today."

"Really?" Now it was Drew's turn to look skeptical and blatantly ignore the scientist's requests. "Because last I checked, you're 90 pounds of pure peace and serenity, buddy. You haven't got a tough bone in your body-what little you have, that is."

Blip grit his teeth. "Enough with the height jabs! I have work to do, so if you aren't going to help me-"

"Relax! Dude, chill!" Drew raised his hands, smirking innocently. "I'm just pushing your buttons, Spec! Don't get your glasses all twisted!"

"What have I told you about calling me that?" Blip growled, knowing it would do him no good to protest.

Drew pretended to look thoughtful. "That you hate it almost as much as your actual name so I should remind you just how much by using it every chance I get?"

"All right, that's it!" Blip snatched up his wrench. "I may not believe in violence, but I can still do this!" He chucked the tool at his roommate. Drew ducked, though the action was unnecessary as the wrench fell short by several inches and landed with a sickening thunk at his feet.

"Wow, how...anticlimactic and very according of you."

Blip just sighed, shaking his head, and grabbed his tools to slide back under the wad of metal. Drew chuckled, standing up and moving over to his computer. Blip tried to ignore the persistent clacking as he set to work unscrewing the under panels and digging for the wires and chips inside. The clicking went on for a solid few minutes before pausing abruptly as though Drew had just thought of something.

"Hey, where'd you find this piece of junk anyway?"

"Just because you couldn't find anything cool if it dropped out of space and landed on you," Blip retorted, heaving himself onto his elbows to investigate a series of flashing lights. "It was just abandoned in the desert. Looks like an older crash. Possibly a few weeks at least. The internal circuit board was pretty fried but the external mainframe was still salvageable."

"Techie stuff isn't really my lingo," Drew replied. "Maybe try saying it again in English? You do know English, don't you? It's...kind of common here on Earth."

Blip grunted in response. "It's a Takion Warship, a model that stopped being manufactured after the Second Universal War."

"And you dug up someone's metal deathtrap, why?"

"Don't you think it's odd that a ship that hasn't been used in over three hundred years just suddenly crash-landed on Earth?"

There was silence and that stillness spoke volumes. "And you are aware that this is why you don't have a girlfriend?"

Blip didn't even dignify that with a response.

"No, seriously man!" Drew went on, not to be deterred. "You have no social life and you spend all day fiddling with this-whatever this is."

"Drew, I'd really rather not talk about it."

"I'm just saying there are plenty of nice girls out there who would love to date you if you'd just give them a chance!"

"Thanks, but I'm not interested."

"Suit yourself. But mark my words, one day you're going to be pining for the attention of a girl and then I'll uphold the right to say 'I told you so'."

"Ha," Blip responded disdainfully. "When and if that day ever comes, you can say whatever you so desire. But don't get your hopes up, I don't think it's going to happen."

"Riiiiiigggghhht." There was a squeak from his chair as Drew spun back toward his laptop and began typing once again.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Blip demanded, sliding out to glare up at his roommate.

"It means you're hopeless when it comes to love, man, and everybody except for you can see it!"

"Who says I can't?" he replied stiffly.

"Uh...the hunk of warped and completely useless metal that you are hopelessly trying to remold?"

"I hate you right now."

"I know." He sounded far too cheerful about that.

"Well, are you going to help me with this thing or what?" Eager to change the subject, Blip drug himself back under the machine and continued fiddling with the wiring.

"What? And get a chance to be electrocuted or crushed?" Drew laughed. "No, thank you." He stood up now and moved away from the desk, lining up and landing the bottle into the trash can with a perfect shot. "I think I'm going to head back out there and see what other freshmen are in need of some 'guidance'."

"Please don't," Blip replied, already knowing his request would do him no good. And then, just to be on the safe side... "And don't even think about telling any girls how heroic and brilliant I am either. I don't need that kind of attention."

"Suit yourself," Drew replied. "But do yourself a favor; fix your hair. It looks like a rat's nest."

And then he was gone and Blip was left alone to his devices.

"A rat's nest," the scientist grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Like yours is any better." But he wouldn't let Drew's snarky responses get to him. He had work to do and nothing was going to distract him from his mission. He could just imagine the stories the metal could tell. Of firefights and flying through space on daring and heroic adventures. Blip had always dreamed of one day traveling to the vast expanses of the universe, studying and learning about other life far beyond Earth's atmosphere. He knew they were out there. Recently, several communications had been established between distant planets. An alliance had already been formed; a coalition of a sort; peace between the worlds with the hopes of learning about one other's culture and forever avoiding possibility of future war.

That was exactly what he'd wanted to be a part of since he was a kid, envisioning one day becoming a scientist. He'd accomplished the first part of his dream and it was almost time to embark on the second. And this piece of "space junk" as Drew had called it might just be his ticket. So what if the girls thought he was dorky and reclusive? Once he had succeeded in realigning the heat barrier and returned the ship to whatever planet it belonged to, everyone would know who he was and no one would care that he had dropped out of the space program because he was afraid of space itself.

He could still see the faces of the other cadets the first time he'd been thrown into a simulator. The way they'd jeered and mocked him, the small, skinny one with the flaming hair and glasses that were always falling off or getting lost, the one that knew nothing about fighting or wielding a weapon or anything. It didn't matter that he had an entire map of the universe charted out in his brain and could tell you the distance from any two planets or solar systems, or that he could single-handedly rebuild a passenger V-8 space shuttle. No, all that mattered to the university--and the other students--was that he didn't have the stomach for space-- or flying for that matter. He'd left the academy and he never planned to go back.

Ever.

He didn't need them anyway. He would prove he was just as good as them. After all, astronauts could never begin their expeditions into space without the ships that he repaired. So, in a way, he was still helping the cause, even if they didn't want to acknowledge his help.

Sighing, he grabbed a wrench and heaved himself back underneath the heap of twisted rock and metal. Now, this was something special. He could feel it, whenever he was around it. It just seemed to...call to him. Almost as if it was begging him to repair it, which, of course, sounded utterly ridiculous. Machines couldn't talk, or feel, or ask for anything. But still, there was something about this one that made it...different...from the others and he was determined to figure out what.

"Come on," he muttered, unscrewing the bottom panel to realign it with the others. "What are you hiding?"

If it hadn't been a motionless, trashed, tangled mess of scrap, he would have sworn it vibrated at his touch.

Huh. That's odd. He attempted to pull out the loose floorboard, but for some reason, it was more difficult than he had been expecting. He tugged, but it didn't come loose and when his grip failed, he was thrown hard onto his back. This is one of those times when I wish I had someone stronger here to help me. All right, one more pull...

Mustering all the strength he could, he firmly grabbed the panel and yanked. With a snap, the metal went flying, and so did he. He landed hard once again, the now-freed panel crashing down on top of him.

"Ow..."

A strange humming could be heard from underneath the metal he'd cleared away. Odd. Machines don't normally sound like that. And the pattern was strange. Repetitive even. Three long buzzes, followed closely by three short snaps, and then the buzzes again.

That's an SOS!

Realization sparking through his body, Blip hastily heaved the panel off his chest and ducked out to grab his laptop to try and pinpoint the source of the transmission. Quickly connecting to the ship's mainframe, he typed a series of codes into the monitor. Promptly, a location and a timestamp appeared.

South Sonaron Desert.

10/19/2042 10:23 P.M.

That was almost a year ago, Blip realized. But how was that possible, when the ship looked as though it had sunk only a week prior? Logically speaking, time and tear should have worn the outer shell of the vessel to bare metal.

So why does this one appear only a few days damaged?

Heart racing, he pulled himself out from underneath the machine and, wiping the grime from his hands, hurried out into the rain. The desert was less than an hour's drive away and the crash site had been just inside the border. He would be there before sunset. But as he drove, the questions still bubbled through his mind.

How could a ship from ancient times suddenly crash land four hundred years after the end of its manufacturing? And a better question, who was still using it? And why? A warship had no place in an era of peace. Was someone planning to break the treaty? Who? And if so, why?

The sand spat at him in vile clouds of dust as he sped through the desert, passing a long-abandoned laboratory and heading toward the setting sun. The crater where he'd dug up the metal was easy to locate. It was enormous. Blip guessed that, whatever was left of the ship in his lab, it had been much, much bigger before. Definitely part of the warship, but then again, he still couldn't think if any worlds currently at war.

Arriving, he quickly unpacked and went about, searching for any clues or signs that could have pointed him in the pilot's general direction. He got lucky, finding footprints in the sand. Two pairs. Meaning two survivors? But how could there be survivors from a ship that wasn't even supposed to exist? And how were there footprints? For now, there was no time to ask questions. He didn't hesitate, digging his heels into the sand and taking off. Though he was not a fast runner to begin with, people's lives were at stake. He would have to be fast enough.

The sand lashed at his face and he shielded his eyes, stumbling through the storm to no avail. "Hello?" he shouted, his voice snatched up and carried away with the wind. "Hello, is anyone out here? Can anyone hear me?"

Thunder was his only response.

I can't see anything! he thought grimly. And this storm is only getting worse!

He would have to turn back soon. The rain was really coming down hard now as he pulled his jacket over his head and pressed on. Rain splattered against his glasses and he hastily removed them, unable to see anyway.

The landscape unfurled before him in a massive bulge of white and yellow and he could see nothing that didn't belong. But yet, something was pulling him forward, deeper into the storm. It was almost as though his body could sense something he could not.

And then, over the sound of the wailing wind, a soft, almost inaudible whisper was heard.

"Help...me..."

Blip didn't hesitate, wheeling toward the sound and taking off as fast as his legs would carry him. He shoved his lenses back onto his face as he scrambled over a dune and nearly tripped and fell all the way down.

The semi-buried escape pod was easy to spot among the sprawling sand. So easy, in fact, that Blip was surprised he hadn't noticed it before. The pilot wasn't too hard to find. He had collapsed in the sand a few kilometers away from the shuttle. Blip hurried to help, noting all the blood in the sand around him, possibly caused by the crash. But why was the pilot so far away? And why did it look more like he had been stabbed than crash-landed?

As he reached out to check for a pulse, the man came alive, wheezing and gagging. Blip jerked back but the man lashed out, catching his wrists and dragging the scientist down beside him before he could protest.

"Cyb...cybroid..." the pilot wheezed, his voice weak and shaking. "Stop...you must...you..."

"I-I'm sorry," Blip stammered fearfully. "I-I don't know what you're saying."

"Take...take this..." the pilot reached for something around his neck. "Y...you'll nee...need it." He struggled to lift his head and remove the amulet. He shakily handed it to Blip, who looked at it, confused, a million jumbled thoughts whizzing through his mind. What is this amulet? Why is it so important? "P...put it...o-on," the man commanded. "Let them...let them find you...chosen one."

Blip did as he was told, letting the chain fall loosely around his neck, but ignoring the last part. "You're going to be okay," he said as firmly as he could, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "I'll...I'll get you to a hospital, sir."

"No...time..." the pilot coughed. "The beast...is awoken. I...was not ready. But you," He pointed weakly at the scientist. "You will be. You can...take my...place...save...the...universe..."

"Ready for what? What's wrong with the universe?" Blip demanded, watching as the man stopped wheezing and closed his eyes. "Hey!" the scientist yelped, shaking his shoulders desperately. "Hey! Hey! Breathe! Breathe!"

"You are...chosen...take my place...defend...the world."

"No! No! Don't die! Please! I'm going to get you to a doctor! Just hold on!"

But the man just laid his head back, and before the teen could react, he took one final pained breath...and then lay still.

"No!" Numbed with shock, Blip just knelt there for a moment, blinking back tears, trying to piece everything together. He considered attempting CPR but the man's wounds were far too extensive. It wouldn't do any good. He hadn't been enough to save him.

Slowly, he held up the medallion the man had given him. It seemed to be shining, catching the brightest of the sun's rays. Why give it to him? And why say he was going to need it?

He was so wound up in his own thoughts that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him, but he felt the shadows stretch over him and heard the cold voice that followed.

"Dr. Blip Hanson, I presume?"

"Now's not really a good time," Blip replied, distracted by the way the amulet was letting off light. Was it refracting or reflecting? How could it possibly be collecting so much light?

"I think you're going to have to come with us, doctor."

"No," he said. "I'm sorry, but I have to take this man back to his family and-"

Without waiting for his response, something hard and sharp was driven deep into his neck. He yelped, reacting immediately by bringing a hand to pull whatever it was away. His stomach dropped as his fingers brushed against a syringe needle and he choked, his vision already beginning to blur.

His muscles failed and he barely felt his body hit the sand. Overhead, a shadowy figure stood, watching him gasp desperately for air and crawl helplessly across the sand, struggling for every breath.

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that."

"What do you...what do you want?" Blip wheezed, feeling the darkness swimming through his brain and swarming his vision. The man overhead just continued to stare down at him coldly. Blip fought back an instinctive whimper as everything went black and then, right before he passed out, something bright and loud exploded into existence before him, and he heard the man speak in a voice as empty and cruel as death itself.

"We want you."

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Tinker Bell Theories #3

(this is my favorite one yet)

According to the old Disney Fairies website, apparently, Bobble's darkest secret is that he's afraid of being seen as stupid. That is the reason he acts so charming and high on the social class and did I mention charming. So let me take this one step further. What if his biggest FEAR is not being seen as the smartest, similar to how Vidia is jealous of not being the most talented.

Perhaps this was an underlying plot from the beginning. You've got two fairies, both of whom are incredibly talented in their own right, both afraid of being outshined by someone else.

But in the first movie, Vidia didn't hide her jealousy well. She made it so obvious that she was jealous and that made her the antagonist for the entire show.

But Bobble is better at hiding his emotions (minus the times he about takes Clank's head off) and no one suspects that he is jealous of Tink and possibly Clank as well, but not for the same reason.

We know Bobble is capable of displaying more personality than just the goofy sidekick he and Clank are made out to be. We've seen it. The question is, how far and how deep does that fear run?

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Here's the problem, all I hear is "Ready As I'll Ever Be" and now I can't unhear it- LOL

Tell me I’m wrong

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Scanning back through my old fanfictions...

...and man did I know how to write some heart-wrenching stuff in high school.

"Do you know why they call you Bobble, Phineas? Because that is exactly what you are! A worthless, doomed-to-failure, mistake."

~Tinker Bell and the War of Talents (original 2020 draft)

(An excerpt from a Wattpad/Ao3 exclusive fanfiction I have gotten back into rewriting again)

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#ahyesmychildhood #the two corniest loves of my life #and Tink is there too I suppose #waytohitmeinthechildhood