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Cookie Run Kingdom X Scum Villain's Self-Saving System AU idea

What if after his death Shen Jiu(, original Shen Qingqiu) came back to life in Earthbread in Beast-Yeast, after the events of "Beast-Yeast" episode 8, as a young Faerie Cookie child, got found injured and unconscious by Pure Vanilla Cookie, Gingerbrave and friends and later Pure Vanilla Cookie make Shen Jiu his ward/adopted son?

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in my mental fanfic they have not gotten together but they have broken up three times

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CASINO CUPS DRAWING EVENT!!!!

Hello, my friend @kumbalathem and I have been talking for a few days about doing a magma drawing event with the entire Casino Cups fandom. If you're interested in participating, read the instructions below!

If you have any questions about how the event will work, what time it will take place in your time zone, etc., please feel free to ask in the comments. We look forward to your collaboration :D

(BTW the event link will be posted 10 minutes before the event time on my account or my friend's, we'll let you know when that happens!)

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Lil Lucifer AU X Epic the Musical: Amnesiac!Zadkiel AU/Odysseus!Zadkiel AU

AU CONCEPT:

So, I recently came back in the @lilluciferau fandom and I recently listened to the Epic musical and while listening "warrior of mind" I don't know why but I thought the song, Odysseus's voice and singing, intonation ect... would all fit Zadkiel so well...

And then I got this idea:

What if Zadkiel was Odysseus in the Epic musical?

Okay so how would this happen, you ask? Well remember when Brightgoat answered an ask about how Zadkiel would fall? Well imagine this:

Like said in the ask Zadkiel's halo got turned into a torture collard dog to "make him behave" but one day Zadkiel snapped and during a mission he tried to sneak and run away and remove the halo but got caugh by Michael and Raguel and a fight ensue and Zadkiel got apprehended, his wings cut off and cast away from Heaven.

but when he was casted out Zadkiel fall through a dimensional breach created by space and time disturbances from the fight.

Zadkiel's body wandered through space and time until he end up in the Epic universe and got found by a certain greek goddess of Mercy: Eleos.

The goddess having saw Zadkiel's story took pity on him and decided to give him a new chance at life, a new chance at life in the form of king Laertes and queen Anticlea who are unable to have children and have gone to a temple of Hera to pray in hope for a child.

So Eleos turned Zadkiel into a newborn and Hera, who accepted to help, made the child appear in her temple right in Anticlea's arms.

Despite the particular lamb like appearance of the baby Laertes and Anticlea were overjoyed to had the child they had prayed for and the baby(Zadkiel)'s appearance was saw as a blessing of the gods and so the baby was named Odysseus and became the prince heir of Ithaca.

Years passed Odysseus(Zadkiel), who had no memory of his past, grows up, became Athena's champion, marry Penelope, together they had their son Telemachus, who look exactly like his father but had his mother's eyes and hair, and then the Epic canon happen.

And during his 20 years of Odyssey, not only Odysseus(Zadkiel) had to face the terrible trials to go back to his loved ones but he also had to endure the nightmares and painfull fragments of memory of the past he forgot about.

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Ben 10: Alien Force X Sonic 3 Movie Crossover

What if "Ben 10" and the Sonic movies take place in the same universe? What if back in 1974 the government appointed the Plumbers in the G.U.N. research facility where Shadow's power was studied to work alongside Gerald Robotnik and the G.U.N. since the Plumbers are known to be specialists regarding aliens? What if a younger Max Tennysoon was among the Plumbers who were at the facility which lead him to direct interraction with Gerald Robotnik, Maria and Shadow? And what Ben, Gwen and Kevin found themselves involved in the Sonic 3 movie's events?

-Ben 10 setting: Take place during "Alien Force"

-The 1974 accident: When G.U.N. deemed Shadow as too dangerous and decided to raid the facility to shutdown "Project Shadow" and take Shadow away, the Plumbers tried to pull some strings and use some of their connections with the government to had Shadow being transfered in safety to one of the Plumbers's hidden headquarters with Gerald Robotnik and Maria. Unfortunatly, like in the Sonic 3 movie canon, an explosion happened when Gerald Robotnik, Shadow and Maria tried to escape the G.U.N. facility, the explosion killed Maria, Gerald Robotnik is arrested and Shadow is put in suspended animation by G.U.N. This tragic event created a big rift between the Plumbers and G.U.N.

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Sonic Archie comics AU idea: Cellmates AU

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if my writing is confusion! 😅

So I was re-reading Scourge's story at the Zone Jail and this give me an idea:

What if during the Zone Jail arc Scourge found himself forced to be cellmates with a very intimidating inmate and their dynamic evolve like in a jail/buddy movie?

AU concept:

To punish Scourge for being a "troublemaker" and to get him to "behave" Zobotnik decided to transfer him in another cell with a new cellmate a giant black wolf named Wolfgang known for being agressive and is feared by everyone in the Zone Jail, inmates and staff alike.

The first times are very tense with Scourge being always alert around the unpredictable wolf but with time things evolved between them in a unexpected dynamic.

Character profile Wolfgang:

-Name: Wolfgang

-Gender: male

-Age: in his 40s

-Fur: pitch black

-Eyes: percing golden

-Personality: Silent type, very intimidating, is a no-nosense guy who take no shit from anyone, is a loner who doesn't like annoying people, will not hesitate to use violence against people who he judged to had "annoyed him too much", is very calculating and smart, knows that everyone in the prison is scared of him and use this to get people to leave him alone, is very polite with female inmates and employees of the prison(ex: during Zouge's therapy sessions he is rather cooperative and during group therapy sessions in which Wolfgang is present the other inmates in the therapy group tend to behave too scared to make Wolfgang mad), is very secretive, he had a sassy side and is sarcastic.

-Backstory: Back in his zone, Wolfgang was a dock worked and widowed father who raised alone his son, Lobo, ever since his wife's death. Unfortunatly when Lobo became a teenager he begin to hang out with bad crowd which resulted in a lot of bad arguments between father and son. One day Lobo died at 17, killed during an altercation with gang members and Wolfgang blinded by sadness, despair and rage tracked and killed the whole gang and in his rage he formed a group with the goal to "eradicate all the vermin" to avenge his son's death, unfortunatly his "quest" endangered innocents and his actions became serious to the point he put his whole Zone's safety at risk and the Zone cops had to intervened. After the Zone cops arrested Wolfgang had been took to Zone jail.

-Facts: -Had a very deep voice

-Most of the inmates and employees are very intimidated/scared of Wolfgang, Wolfgang is aware of that and in a way that amuse him a bit

-Wolfgang is very strong

-He had a very deep voice

-Zonic was opposed to had Scourge sharing a cell with Wolfgang, sure he doesn't like Scourge but as a Zone cop he doesn't agree with putting inmates in potential harm ways.

If you got any question about this AU don't hesitate to send an ask! ^^

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Hey everyone! Someone had wrote a storie based on my Miraculous Ladybug X Mo Dao Zu Shi crossover idea!

It's called "Finding My Place, a MLB X MDZS (& TGCF) Crossover Fanfiction" by Eclipse_Summer, don't hesitate to go read it if you want! ;)

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I'm turning off asks for a few days! Everyone please stay safe and be careful with your ask box!

Hello dear!

Sorry for bothering you, but it's important to remind you to turn off your asks for a few days! Bad things are going to happen on Tumblr soon...

Don t know anything about this but BETTER BE SAFE EVERYBODY!!!!!!

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Enigma With A J: Chapter 2

𝔾𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝔻𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖

Gina Dupaine was on her way home from her late-night shift at the flower shop, the cobblestone streets echoing with her footsteps. Gotham City was never truly quiet, but the alleyways had a certain kind of stillness that made her skin crawl. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement, a stark contrast to the distant wail of a siren. It was a sound that had become almost comforting in its regularity. But tonight was different.

Her ears perked up at the faint cry of a baby, a sound so out of place in this concrete jungle. She paused, her hand resting on her chest as she took a deep breath. Her instincts screamed at her to keep walking, to not get involved, but something in that tiny, desperate sound tugged at her heartstrings. Against her better judgment, she turned into the alley, her eyes adjusting to the gloom as she moved closer to the sound.

There, nestled in a cardboard box, she found a newborn girl, no more than a few hours old, her tiny fists clenched as she wailed into the night. Gina's maternal instincts took over, and she scooped the baby into her arms, the warmth of the child's body seeping into her soul. The baby's cries subsided into whimpers as Gina held her close, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. She knew she couldn't leave the baby there, not in a place where the most innocent could fall prey to the city's darkness.

The decision to take the child home with her was made in a heartbeat. As she cradled the baby against her chest, she whispered a promise to keep her, to give her a life filled with love and hope. The child she had just rescued was the daughter of a woman who had crossed paths with one of the city's most notorious criminals, a man whose very name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. But for now, all that mattered was the warm, fragile life she held in her arms, and the love she had to offer.

Gina took the baby to Gotham General Hospital, where the nurses and doctors were shocked by the condition she was in—so new to the world, yet so abandoned. The authorities were called, and they searched tirelessly for any trace of the mother, but she remained as elusive as the night that had swallowed her. With no relatives to claim her, the baby was handed over to Child Protective Services, the system designed to protect the innocent from the harsh realities of a city that often forgot to do so itself.

The thought of the baby girl growing up in the cold embrace of the system was too much for Gina to bear. She knew the risks of a Gotham orphan—how quickly they could be swallowed up by the darkness that lurked in every shadow. With a fierce determination, she called Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng, friends she had made while they were all students in Paris. The couple had since started their own family bakery and were expecting their own child, a little girl they had decided to name Marinette.

When Gina told them her story, her voice trembling with emotion, Tom and Sabine felt a surge of protectiveness for this tiny stranger. They knew the dangers of Gotham all too well—it was a place where even the most innocent could become collateral damage. They decided to take a leap of faith and try to adopt the baby, to give her a chance at a life filled with love and light. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, they were determined to be her beacon in the storm.

The adoption process was a labyrinth of paperwork and bureaucracy, but the Dupain-Chengs navigated it with the help of Gina's local knowledge and their unyielding resolve. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the day arrived when they could officially welcome her into their lives. They named her Jade, a nod to the emerald spark that seemed to burn in her eyes—a spark they hoped would never be dimmed by the shadows of her past.

With Jade now a part of their family, they packed up their lives in Gotham and headed to Paris, eager to start anew. The city of love and lights offered them a fresh start, a place where they could raise both Marinette and Jade in safety. As they boarded the plane, Gina watched over the sleeping babies, feeling a mix of relief and excitement for the journey that lay ahead. Little did she know exactly how much trouble that innocent face could really cause.

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I LOVE IT!!!!

This is just the first chapter and I'm already hooked! I love how you wrote the characters, the atmosphere! IT'S AMAZING!!! 🤩🥰

Thank you SO MUCH for writing it, I can't wait to read the other future chapters! 😄

Enigma with a J: Chapter 1

��𝕟𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕

This is a prompt by @sayuricorner. I’m sorry it took so long to get back to you, but I hope you like it!

The Riddler, or Edward Nygma, walked into a bar, his usual extravagant attire and infamous question mark insignia swapped for ripped black jeans and a tight button up shirt that showed his arm tattoos to full glory. An extensive collection of various flowers, skulls and swords decorated his biceps, along with a large snake along his left forearm. However, on his right forearm, a large question mark branded it, surrounded by hundreds of fingerprints in pale black ink. “Vodka. Straight.” he said to the bartender, who stood paralysed at the sight of him. He looked up, his emerald green eyes shimmering in a deathly promise. “Do I need to repeat myself?” The bartender quickly shook his head and ran to the back, grabbing his drink in a minute, tops. He nodded gruffly and took a large swig, almost drowning half the glass. Smacking his lips together, he smirked and put his legs up on the table as everyone hesitantly went back to their casual conversation. Suddenly, a girl placed a hand on his thigh. “How are you doing?” she purred, looking him in the eye as she did so. Edward’s eyes peaked with interest. Either the girl was too naive to know who he was or too drunk to care. “Just fine m’lady.” he said in a deep voice, and the girl moved her hand to his inner thigh, smirking even more. “Really? Because you look like you’re in need of a good time~” she said insistently, and the Riddler shrugged, as if to say, why not. "What's your name?" she asked, her voice barely a murmur in the dimly lit room.

"Why, it's a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma," he replied with a playful smile. He leaned closer, his green eyes piercing through the shadows.

The girl, young and unassuming, laughed nervously. "Come on, really?"

"Alright, let's just say I enjoy puzzles," he conceded, his smile growing wider. "What's yours?"

Her heart raced as she whispered, "Call me...yours." She didn't know why she didn’t just answer, but something about him made her feel like she needed to protect herself. They had met at the Gotham City nightclub, a place where the music was loud and the lights were low, and secrets were as plentiful as the drinks, but had left and arrived at a shady apartment in the many nooks and crannies the city was so desperate to hide. She had been swept away by his charm, his wit, and the thrill of the unknown. Now, in the quiet of the apartment, she wished she knew more about the man who had captured her attention so completely as he took off his shirt, and hers alongside it. As he pulled her into the sheets, and made her adrenaline rush like it had never been before. As she felt like she was drowning and floating at the same time when she finally drifted off into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Ivy woke to the harsh light of day filtering through the blinds. She sat up with a start, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. It was small and compact, but you couldn’t say it didn’t look elegant. It had a way, she determined as she examined the neat double bed in the centre of the one room, a small kitchen in the corner and a large TV in front, a way that made it look larger than it really was. As her eyes analysed the room, they landed back on the man in front of her. She smiled at his sleeping face and his arms draped over his head, his hair a mess on his eyes. As her hands moved it away, her gaze caught a tattoo on his forearm. Furrowing her brow in confusion, she examined his arm more closely. Then she saw it—the question mark insignia on the man's forearm, stark against his pale skin. The realization hit her like a freight train, her eyes widening as she almost choked. She had spent the night with The Riddler, Gotham's infamous trickster and nemesis of the Dark Knight. Panic flooded her veins as she threw on her clothes and bolted out the door without a backward glance.

Three weeks later, Ivy faced an even bigger shock than her fateful encounter with the enigmatic villain. Two pink lines stared back at her from the pregnancy test. The world seemed to tilt on its axis as she tried to process the gravity of her situation. The Riddler, a father? Her mind reeled at the thought.

Torn between fear and wonder, she made her decision. She couldn't abort the child—not after seeing the look of innocence in her own mother's eyes when she had been born. But she couldn't keep the baby either. Not with the kind of life she had. So, she waited until the day came, the day she knew she had to let go.

The night was cold and unforgiving as she placed the tiny bundle wrapped in a soft, pink blanket into the alleyway. She whispered a silent prayer to any deity that might be listening before walking away, her heart aching with every step. Little did she know, her decision would set in motion a chain of events that would forever link her to the caped crusader's world, a world of shadows and riddles, where her baby girl would one day play a part she could never have imagined.

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OMG tiny two-wheeler cybertronian alt mode for Cassandra(Casey) is genius! XD

Just imagine when the Autobots/Decepticons alliance start some Decepticon laugh at Cassandra's face for being all tough and all and this make Cassandra go berserk and she proceed to kick the Decepticon's aft and the Autobots and Decepticons are ABSOLUTLY SHOCKED to see this very small femme managing to beat a mech maybe 10 times her size with this much strenght and temper usually saw in a warframe! XD

(Also imagine Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey and April in the background cheering up for Cassandra! XD)

Cassandra is driven by spite, fury and a refusal to give up. She will fight anyone, at any moment, anywhere. Some bots make the mistake of underestimating her. They will never make that mistake again. They sleep with one optic open now. They hear the vroom of her tiny engine in their recharge.

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For the ROTTMNT X TFA: If Cassandra(Aka Casey) have gone with Splinter, April and Draxum in the TFA universe, what if in her Cybertronian form she was "a Warframe Spark inside a Civilframe body"? Like, she's is a Civilframe but had the combativity and temperament of a Warframe!

She's got a smaller, two-wheeler alt mode. Like, a vespa or something. And she hates it. SHE WANTS TO BE BIG. SHE WANTS TO BE STRONG. Will still kick anyone's ass that tries to demean her or push her around.

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If it's okay, can I request for a one-shot of the TFA X ROTTMNT crossover AU about Splinter and Megatron reuniting please?

Like at one point in the AU an ennemie common to both Autobots and Decepticons is making attacks to invade both factions and this result to the classic "Autobots/Decepticons alliance scenario" with the ROTTMNT gang(the turtles, Splinter, April and Draxum) being the neutral faction acting as mediators between the two factions.

This lead to Splinter and Megatron officially reuniting, everyone to find out that Splinter had made Megatron his sons's godfather, the Cybertronians, Megatron incluses, to finally learn what a godfather is(maybe they have a Cybertronian equivalent but is called differently) and everyone reacting to the revelation!

Getting autobots and decepticons work side by side was like pulling teeth. Even with the quintessons breathing down their collective necks, threatening to destroy them all, they couldn't let go of old grudges. Splinter supposed that was the downside of living as long as they did, it just made the past so hard to let go off. Why forgive and forget when you can spend millennia hating someone and still have majority of your life left?

He wasn't even trying to make them like each other. Splinter wasn't going to waste his time mending the damage caused by a million year old civil war, they did not have that much time, but was it really too much to ask for for these bots to at least pretend to act civil with each other? Five minutes without anyone bickering, that was all he asked for! But noooooo! The moment he looked away, the very second he relaxed and thought that maybe they could get somewhere and achieve something, they would start arguing about the smallest things!

"Don't touch me."

"Stay on your side of the room."

"Get your own fuel."

"Stop looking at me!"

"You're venting to loud!"

It made him want to throw himself into a smelter furnace, feet first. Seriously, it was like looking after a bunch of children! And Splinter would know, he had raised four of them all on his own! At least his kids had been easy enough to distract with movies and games. There was no distracting these gigantic toddlers from throwing their temper tantrums.

These babies also just happened to be giant alien robots with inbuilt weaponry.

Splinter supposed he was lucky, in a sense. Last time he had found himself in a cybertronian body, he had been all on his own. He had been forced to figure out most of that stuff on his own. Some stuff had been easy, like walking. Transforming for the first time had been weird. He had gotten stuck halfway and it had taken him two hours to get himself unstuck. At least this time, he had his family with him.

Yeah, sure, it certainly made him more anxious, as he now had to worry about their safety, but it brought him comfort to have them around, to hear them chatter and joke around like usual. It brought with it a sense of normalcy. It also helped that they also worked hard to keep the autobots and decepticons from killing one another. Hell, even Draxum was a massive help. The yokai-turned-cybertronian had this way of demanding respect from decepticons that they appeared familiar and receptive to.

As much as he loathed to admit it, Splinter envied them somewhat in that regard. His cybertronian form had changed, now matching his mutated body, and his short and stocky frame made it too easy for both sides to disregard him.

Splinter didn't exactly strike the intimidating figure he once had, with no one on Cybertron being able to recognize him and ouch, didn't that sting, knowing that he had lost even that, that in whatever body he found himself in, he was unrecognizable.

Whenever he introduced himself as Splinter, bots would roll their optics and scoff, finding it humorous that he had the same designation as the old legend. THAT Splinter had been tall, lean and exuded an aura of confidence. This version? He was a joke in comparison.

"So pathetic it was almost funny." That's what one bot had said, when they had thought he wouldn't hear them. Unable to disagree with them, Splinter hadn't said anything.

He had also yet to tell anyone in the family about his past experience on Cybertron. Partly because of embarrassment. Ok, mostly because of embarrassment. Embarrassment and shame. But he knew that they had all started to suspect something. Splinter hadn't been very careful, sometimes saying things that betrayed that he knew more about cybertronian culture than he should. A mistake on his part.

In fact, Splinter was pretty confident that Purple had already figured most of it out though. The boy had been so excited upon their shared transformations and done a deep dive into everything about Cybertron and its history. No doubt that he had found some mentions about this mysterious 'Splinter' that suddenly appeared and then went missing years ago. Probably noticed the similarities in appearance to how he had looked as Lou Jitsu. Really, Splinter shouldn't have used the same name. Another mistake on his part. Purple had been giving him these looks, observing his reactions to various places and bots and it all spoke to the fact that he was at least very suspicious that this 'Splinter' and his old man was the same person.

Still, he had yet to confront him about it so Splinter was not going to say anything unless prompted. Avoiding the problem until it was no longer possible, that was his style. Most likely, Purple would not say anything until he knew everything, the how and the why's and then he would reveal it all to his brothers with that overdramatic flair of his. Oh, Splinter just knew Purple was going to be so smug about it once he confirmed his suspicions. That boy loved being right. It was a trait he had surely inherited from his dear old father.

Splinter drummed his fingers against the flat surface of the table, anxious and impatient. He had been asked to serve as a mediator when the leaders of the two factions spoke and negotiated the continued ceasefire. Apparently, the threat of mutual annihilation was not enough to put their egos aside and they both needed some persuasion. Someone from the outside that could look them in the eyes and tell them they were acting like idiots. So of course Splinter had been chosen for this.

Frankly, he was nervous. He had heard lots about this "Megatron" and "Ultra Magnus". The way people spoke about it, it didn't really make him feel confident. From what he had gathered, they were both brilliant leaders. Intelligent. Charismatic. Stubborn. And apparently, they hated each other. The chance of them willingly agreeing to cooperating, even under the threat of the quintessons, were slim.

But Splinter had refused to let one of his sons handle this, nor April or even Draxum. In case anything happened, in case a fight broke out, he didn't want his family to get caught in the crossfire (and ugh, it hurt to think of Draxum as family).

So far, only Ultra Magnus had yet to show up. He had appeared precisely on time, not a minute earlier or later, had taken one look around the room for Megatron, grunted, and then taken a seat on the far end of the table. He had barely even acknowledged Splinter, choosing instead to go over the datapads he had brought with him. Which, alright, fine, Splinter could deal with that. Totally. No problem.

It was a problem. It took 10 minutes for Megatron to show up to the meeting. 10 long, awkward minutes of silence. Somehow, Ultra Magnus managed to feel oppressive and judgmental when he wasn't saying anything. It made Splinter shift in his seat, tap his fingers against the table with increasing fervor. After three minutes, he broke and tried to start a conversation with the Magnus. You know, to break the tension. He had started talking... only to be met with silence. Magnus hadn't even looked up from his datapads. The only reaction had been a slight twitch of his left optic. And now that he had started talking, Splinter just hadn't been able to stop. It was as if a flood had been unleashed.

So how about the weather? Did your fuel taste weird this morning or was it just mine? Must be hard running both an army and a planet. Are you a morning person or a night owl? I am more of a night person myself. Huh, they really should change that light. Is it hot in here or is it just me.

It was frankly a relief when Megatron arrived. Ten minutes late, sure, but at this point, Splinter wasn't going to complain. He was pretty sure that if he continued to talk for even a second more that he would accidentally spill the beans on everything. That's why, when the door hissed open, he looked up at the towering figure with a thankful gaze.

And, huh. Huh. Megatron certainly was all that the rumors had made him out to be. Tall, broad shoulders, intimidating. He carried himself like he owned the place. But there was something more. Something that made Splinter pause and zero in on the mech. There was something... familiar about him.

He didn't have the chance to think about it any further than that. The moment Megatron stepped into the room, Magnus' optics snapped up and bore into him with an intense glare. "You're late" the autobot leader noted with no small amount of disdain. Already off to a good start then, Splinter thought.

Megatron, unmoved by the Magnus' tone, merely shrugged as he took his own seat on the opposite end of the table. "Some of us have things to do, Ultra. Armies to command, societies to run. Things like that."

If Splinter had thought Megatron looked familiar, the voice had ten times the effect. In the back of his mind, a thought was forming. An idea. Things were connecting but he couldn't yet see the full picture.

Ultra Magnus scoffed. "Oh yes, your "army". Tell me, how many days since the last attempted coup? Let me guess, your second in command, again? He got the best of you once, I'm sure he's eager to repeat the experience."

"Starscream" Megatron said with a sneer, "is none of your concern. Besides, I wouldn't be so quick to judge. After all, didn't the head of your Intelligence Division turn out to be one of my agents?" His sneer turned into a wicked smirk. "How shameful, Ultra, to promote a spy to such a high rank. Is age finally catching up to you? Going senile, perhaps?"

Splinter could hear the way the datapad cracked in Magnus' servos. "If I remember correctly" he started, voice cold, "you are not that much younger than I am. Are you perhaps speaking from experience? Projecting, maybe?"

"Hah!" Megatron banged his fists on the table and barked out a mocking laugh. He leaned forward in his seat. "You amuse me, Ultra! Is this how you entertain your high command? No wonder they are so eager to work for you, with you in charge, every day is a circus!"

"Oh I'll show you something funny alright-"

Before the two leaders could lunge across the table to throttle one another, Splinter stood up in his chair. "Ok, that's enough!" He waved his hands around like he was fighting an invisible enemy. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, eh, pede, here. Why don't we start over? Like civilized people." When it didn't look like either Megatron or Ultra Magnus was going to reach for a weapon, Splinter sighed and sat down once more. "Ok. Ok, ok, ok." He massaged the space between his optics. "We are here for a reason. The quintessons. They want all of us gone. Autobots, decepticons, don't matter. That is bad. We don't want that. So, we collaborate."

Megatron crossed his arms in front of his chest and scoffed. "And why should we trust the autobots?" He glanced briefly at Magnus before looking back at Splinter, optics squinted. "The moment the quintessons are defeated, they will turn on us."

"I could say the same thing" Magnus interjected. "The decepticons have never been the picture of loyalty. Always so eager to turn on each other. How can we be so sure that you just won't turn your weapons on the autobots the moment you get the chance?"

Splinter saw the way Megatron's expression darkened and so he interjected before the warlord had a chance. "Because neither of you can do it on your own." The two leaders looked at him and Splinter knew he had their full attention. Ok, time to use that old charm of his. And maybe reuse a couple of old movie lines. "The quintessons have us outnumbered. They are not afraid to throw soldiers at us until they've broken us down. That's why, our retaliation has to be swift, decisive. And that that only be achieved by working together. Divided, you may be strong but together, you are unbeatable."

For the first time since Magnus entered the room, he looked at Splinter as if he was actually seeing him. Meanwhile, Megatron was giving him a weird look but eh, it didn't look as if Splinter's pep talk had driven him to consider murder so that was a plus his his book.

Ultra Magnus nodded. "Your words are logical and, I must admit, convincing. As much as I may dislike it, collaboration is needed to ensure victory."

"Nice!" Splinter pumped his fist. "Together, we will beat the quintessons and emerge victorious! The Hamatos will fight again!"

Megatron blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then he stood up with such force that his chair clattered to the floor. Ultra Magnus, triggered by the sudden reaction, similarly stood up, preparing himself for combat. But Megatron didn't attack. Instead he planted one hand on the table and pointed the other right at Splinter, optics wide with disbelief and mouth hanging open. It was an expression Splinter immediatel recognized. "SPLINTER!?"

Splinter pointed a finger right back at Megatron. "D-16!?"

Megatron's face split into a wide smile and he immediately swooped Splinter up in his arms. "Old friend! I never thought I would see you again! I searched for so long but never found a single sign of you so I thought- What happened? Where did you go? Why do you look like this?" He placed his old friend on the table so they could be of more of a similar height.

"I promise to explain everything, Dee," said Splinter, and he truly meant it. D-16 had been his best friend when he had arrived on Cybertron all those years ago and he had never quite forgiven himself for leaving without a word, even if he had no choice in the matter. "And I have so much to tell you! And people I want you to meet! My boys-"

Dee, well, Megatron, tilted his head to the side. "Your boys?"

Splinter puffed up his chest with pride. "Yes! You see, I have taken on the great challenge of fathering, eh, mentoring, four bots!" Megatron's face went a bit slack.

"You? A mentor? I mean, I know you trained Yoketron but that was-"

Waving away his concern and disbelief, Splinter continued. "Eh, that was long ago! This is different! These aren't just my students, they are my family, and you know how much family means to me, Dee." A light suddenly popped in his head. "That's right! My sons will finally get to meet their godfather!"

Megatron's optics sparkled. "Godfather? I know that term. Heard it on Earth." He smiled warmly. "I am honored, my friend, that you would give me that honor. I look forward to meeting your sons."

Splinter smiled. He had never thought he would get to meet Dee again, especially after learning that millions of years had passed since he had left Cybertron and that an entire civil war had happened. The chance of his kind, sweet friend had made it through... He hadn't dared hope. But apparently Dee had done quite well for himself! Leader of an entire army, now that was something. Splinter was quite sure that Dee had his own stories to tell.

The sound of something heavy being dropped on the ground made Splinter turn around, just to see Ultra Magnus standing there, on the other side of the table, his hammer on the floor and looking just like Orange when it was pizza night.

"You- How- Splinter- I don't-" the Magnus stuttered. His optics grew just a fraction wider. "YOU'RE SPLINTER!"

Huh, ok, so maybe Splinter had to explain things to more than just one bot.

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GOOD MORNING TWST NATION HOW ARE WE DOING

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Is Epic Winter Next?

Yes! I'm currently working on the headcanons about Epic Winter! :)

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Hey everyone!

I'm happy to announce you that a story based on my "Mega Man Archie Comics X Sonic Archie Comics crossover AU: Robot Freedom Fighters AU" is currently written! :D

It's called "Robots Freedom Fighters" by Frillthelizard don't hesitate to go read it if you're interested ! ;)

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What Do You Think Of The New Nightmare Before Christmas Event?

I didn't look at the event yet but from what I hear I sound awesome! :D