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wooglebear · 5 months

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One of TWO posts today. I made three new OCS for that Roleswap AU, redesigned my ACIT OCS and made voice claims for my TETOCU OCs.

TW: Yucky R rated stuff implied

Voice claims in the video

Esther - Melissa Rauch

Mariana - Jessie (Toy Story)

Rosalie - Lindsay

Clare - Super Danganronpa Another 2's Sora

Eleanor - Sierra

Cy-Eleanor - Queen Chrysalis

Future!Esther - Disventure Camp Ally

Estherdroid - Gabby Gabby (Toy Story 4)

Harriet - Trixie Lulamoon

Hattie - Dawn (TDROTI)

Hayley - Beth

A Cyborg in Time Bonuses

Hazel - Sky

Cara - Zoey

Who are Hattie and Hayley, you may ask? well…

This is Hattie. she faced a lot of bullying for near constantly larping. People tried to convince her to change her gimmick into something a little more plausible for a twelve year old girl, but Hattie refuses.

Hattie is calm and collected, sweet, but a bit cunty at times. The sisters have this dynamic where Harriet sets the theme for their outfits each day, and like. Harriet shows up in full witch glory, Hattie is in a slightly more muted set, and Hayley is wearing… something a little more plausible for a ten year old girl. She has a bit of a tomboy attitude. She's taking karate class and she's good at it.

Hattie's very nice, so it's not only shocking, but terrifying how much anger she can hold. If she gets mad, you'll be completely and utterly screwed.

Hattie is very overprotective of her older sister, and will do anything, no matter how mad she gets, to protect them. Even threaten people, which she does so to George and Harold in Harriet’s monster of the week episode with gusto.

She's a threat when she gets a baseball bat in her hands… watch out. Yup, Hattie never admits it, but she has some anger issues. She's working on it.

Much how her sister is known as the Forest Witch, Hattie's nickname is the "Diamond Wix". Diamonds are the hardest material, referring to her karate classes. "Wix" is a gender-neutral term for Witch/Wizard.

Hayley is the youngest at 10. She's the only one who tolerates George and Harold's pranks, compared with her sisters' LARP shennanigans, sometimes picking fights. She loves Magic the Gathering, and talks Harriet's ear off about it. She's the Only Sane Woman to her sisters' weirdness. She just wants to be herself. Doesn't matter what anybody thinks. She's very shy, too. Hayley is obsessed with fashion. She loves designing, stitching, and glittering. Most of her outfits are her own creations. They are not always the most conventionally fashionable, but she loves them nevertheless. She also likes designing costumes. She also has the uncanny power to read auras. The Melvins' auras are a wonderful greenish purple. For George and Harold, she'd probably feel like someone threw up on their aura.

Now Harriet's embarrassingly overprotective of her sisters because of the man who lives in the woods. Mr. H. I don't have an image of him. But he wears all black - a black suit jacket, a black dress shirt, black slacks and knee high leather boots. He wears a gorilla mask that covers his entire face, even his head, and he has black gloves. He does have a yellow tie, though. According to Harriet, Mr. H is a pedophile who once took away a child. George and Harold learn that he's just a ghost, and he's good in life.

Hazel redesign. I gave her a red waistcoat, and changed her shirt to completely white. The boots and skirt stay, though. And I gave her a cute strawberry hairpin.

Cara redesign. The OG design I gave Cara was horrid. I made her a blonde bombshell, with a bang covering her eye. She's now wearing a red top with a white collared shirt underneath, blue eyes, and a green skirt with black circuitry. That purple thing in her hair is mean to be a hair scrunchie.

She's still a hacker, but she's a lone wolf. She while she may be a bit cold, a bit calculating and a bit rude, she's every bit a socially awkward nerd. Just with no glasses. She's kind and will go to the end of the earth for her friends.

Also, the entire first season of ACIT is complete and it's now on Wattpad and Neobook.

#melvinborg #tetocu #captain underpants #a cyborg in time au #cu au #tetocu roleswap au #my ocs #voice claim

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 2 years

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Tropes & AUs: Art Block Support

Use the Random Number Generator to randomly select a new AU or trope to use with a character or fandom of your choice, to get your creativity flowing. SFW list, generally.

Roll twice for a unique twist, if you are struggling.

Soulmate AU (Tattoo or Mark)

Mermaid/Selkie AU

Small Business Owners (Rivals) AU

Supernatural Beings AU

Space-based AU

Found Family Trope

Soulmate AU (Physical change / Visible Change)

Pregnancy AU (Deliberate or Magical/Technological Accident)

Body Swap AU

Enemies to Lovers

Lovers to Enemies / Frenemies

Fell into a Story AU

Lost All Memories Trope

Oh No, I own a farm and need a handsome person who knows how to run it to help me AU

Organised Crime AU (or Disorganised Crime AU if funnier)

Finally Addressing Burgeoning Tauma and Mental Health because the writers fucking won't AU

Taken Hostage & Assumes No One Will Come Trope

Pirates AU

Superheros AU

Sleeping Beauty-styled Spell or Accident AU

Shared Memories AU where they all end up learning more than they could ever have imagined

Monsterfucker / Cryptid chaser AU

Monster/Hunter Trope

Aliens are Real / Men In Black styled Trope

University AU

Substance that Inhibits ability to (not bang everything / lie about anything / focus in battle / use magic / your choice) Trope

Possession AU

Crisis of Faith Trope (In self, family, fate, deity patron, etc)

Undercover Agents (One person, prefers fake life over time)

Fake Relationship/Dating for (Event) Trope

Polyamory with all non-related persons AU

Warriors AU (Any kind)

Supervillains AU

Mortally Wounded Confession

Bartering with the Gods/Ancient Evils to bring their friend/love/other back to life AU

Their normal lives are an elaborate DnD game/they play DnD

Secrets kept are breaking down/existential and identity crisis AU

Doomsday Prepper AU

Scientist who knows the end is coming but no one will believe them / Prepper AU

First Date Trope

Wedding Day AU and/or the Chaotic Wedding Day shennanigans

Secretly Cursed AU where things go wrong constantly and they are trying hard not to die as those who love them strive to fix this

Centaurs (and general Taurs) AU

Daemon AU

Gender Swap AU / Loss of Gender or Discovery of Identity AU

Babysitting for the First Time AU

Everyone Else is a Baby, Send Help AU

Haunted House Sleepover AU

Hospitalised due to illness or injury AU

Obtained Magical Item that Hurts to Use but Saves the Team AU

Cyborg AU

Domestic Fluff AU

Beach Day Trope

We're going on a holiday AU (Cute or chaotic, your choice)

Broke Intern AU

A social media influencer AU (any) and/or scandals

Spy AU

Dragons are Real AU (if Dragons Real in canon, then they are Transformers now)

Secret Collector of ____ and now the other(s) have found out trope

Secretly good at ____ but has no idea / Flustered or confused by praise Trope [The 'can't everyone do that?' trope]

Everyone has wings AU

Angels and/or Demons AU

Vampires and Werewolves AU

Depression AU

Imposter Syndrome Trope

Bank heist and/or secret mission AU

Mythology AU (Use a myth for character)

Ah Bugger We're Gods Now (Somehow) AU

Journalist AU or Lawyer AU

Olympic Hopeful / High Level Competition Rivals AU

Community Garden Meet-Cute AU

Set fire to cereal, send help / Chef AU

Castaway/Stranded on an Island Trope

Minimum Wage Workers Suriving AU

Accidentally ran into a Cryptid AU

Massive Weather Event (eg flood, fire, tornado, cyclone, tsunami, blizzard, earthquake) AU

Day Trip to (Movies, Zoo, Theme Park) AU

Snow Day AU and/or trapped in a house by Snow

Stuck in the past AU

Accidentally changed the timeline AU

Assassin AU

Assassin / Target AU

High Level Noble Nonsense and the housemaid/stableboy/nb servant you bond with most AU

Formal Dinner and How It Went Wrong AU

Finally Getting Vengeance Trope

Terminal Illness / Deathbed Confession AU

Witch/Wizard AU eg. potionseller / that one person who comes in for healing potions daily and you're getting Concerned

Scientists AU

Homemade Gift for a Special Person AU

Speaking to the Dead (Ouijia Board, talking to the graves, solo grief but ghosts present) trope

Birthday (Forgotten)

Birthday (Surprise Celebration)

Doctor/Nurse AU

Chill Out Day / Self-Care Fun

Talk About the Anxieties that Imprison AU

Tavern Hijinks AU

Accidental power acquisition AU

Steampunk AU

Being Hunted AU

We Die As One (Battle/Ambush) AU

#art block supports #why is there a character limit block gross

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phantomwarrior12 · 6 years

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Nightmare Vacations

Summary: Going on vacation with Red Team is no small task. One could almost call it a nightmare, and Sam Ortez is about to find out first hand just how difficult it is.

Prompt: Red team going on vacation and being a nightmare in the airport. Sarge having all kinds of knives and guns in his carry on. Simmons and Lopez keep setting off the metal detector. Donut has like 15 bags. Grif tried to steal Oreos from one of the shops.

Word Count: 1,578

Warnings: Mild language, some sexual innuendos from Donut and a lot of shennanigans

A/N: Hey folks!

This prompt was brought to you by the lovely @cabooseisprettyneat. Thank you for this fabulous prompt! I had a lot of fun writing it!

For those of you who are wondering why this fic is classified under RVB Oneshots instead of RVB Mercs, it’s because, while it does include one merc, it doesn’t focus primarily on the mercenary trio. :)

As always, feel free to leave a like/comment and let me know your thoughts!

~ Phantom

RVB Masterlist

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"No."

"That's no way to respond when someone orders you on vacation!"

Sam glanced up from his disassembled rifle, a deadpan expression etched into his features, "Absolutely not."

"Where's your sense of adventure, soldier?!" Sarge slammed a hand down on the metal table, palm colliding with stainless steel, the ping echoing through the base.

"Buried beneath my common sense," Sam retorted shortly, turning back to his weapon.

"I need to take notes from this guy," Grif nudged Simmons' arm with a smirk.

"Right, because you need more help avoiding work." Simmons heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes.

"Not to mention 'team bonding exercises'. It's nothing personal, Simmons, I just hate all of you." Grif smirked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh, come on, guys! No party poopers right after our morning session!”

"Donut, you're the only one who attended that bullshit meditation thing that Doc held at five a.m." Grif returned pointedly, not bothering to glance at the thin sim trooper.

"And boy, was it fulfilling! I feel like I could take a room full of men right now!"

"No quiero ir de vacaciones con ustedes idiotas."

"Dear God, no one cares!" Grif heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes.

"Hmph! I guess only some of us appreciate the finer things in life." Donut returned, folding his arms across his chest.

"Insubordination will not be tolerated, men! You either join the bonding exercise or you're a dirty blue!"

Sam set his weapon down on the table, redirecting his gaze back to Sarge, "Do the blues enforce team bonding exercises?"

"No, which is why they're never victorious!"

"I'm joining Blue Team." Sam returned coolly, beginning to reassemble his weapon.

"You can't! The teams are uneven as it is! You can't abandon us now!" Simmons protested, "you'll upset the balance!"

"Besides, they have two Freelancers, and we already suck. We'll just suck worse after you leave," Grif supplied.

"I order you not to join Blue Team!" Sarge shouted, pointing at Sam with a determined scowl.

Sam paused, glancing up, his expression was a cross between confusion and irritation. "That's not how that works."

"Are you questioning your superior officer's orders?! Inconceivable! You're the closest thing we have to a real soldier! Of course, next to Grif, that isn't saying much, but you can't abandon your squad!"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Will you stop shouting if I agree?"

"Shouting? Me? I never!"

Sam's shoulders slumped in defeat, an exhausted huff, "Fine, I'll join your 'team-bonding exercise'."

"Hallelujah, it's like Christmas in July! Except it's not July, and there's no oddly priced items for sale." Sarge's eyes darted around the room warily, "it's all a scheme by the corporations--"

Sam's chin dropped to his chest, "What have I gotten myself into?"

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"You can't take that! It's government property entrusted to me by the UNSC!"

"Sir, this is fully loaded magnum. Your luggage is ninety-five percent weaponry of various kinds, we can't allow that on our shuttles."

"Can't allow it? Can't allow it?! Son, do you realize how dangerous this galaxy is? You never know when the Blues will sneak up behind you for a double cross! That's why i never leave home without this lovely lady," Sarge produced his shotgun from under his jacket, patting the barrel with a grin.

The security guard shied away from the barrel, one hand reaching for his own sidearm, "Sir, put the weapon--"

Sam stepped in, placing himself between the raging commander of Red Team and the station security personnel, "That won't be necessary," he addressed the guard before turning back to Sarge, "I thought I told you to leave all equipment back at base."

"Have you learned nothing, Locus? Those dirty Blues could ambush us on the flight off-world!" Sarge protested.

"Dirty...Blues?" The guard questioned, confusion etched into every inch of his features.

Sam heaved a sigh, "Don't ask," he redirected his attention forward, "Sarge, we don't have time for this. Our flight leaves in thirty minutes. Send the weaponry back to base with Washington."

"But, he's a Blue!"

"Wash drove us, sir, he can take your equipment back." Simmons supplied cautiously.

"Dammit, Simmons! Not you, too!"

"Sarge, the weapons are going back with Agent Washington." Sam reiterated, glancing towards the door where Wash was dragging four of Donut's bags through the lobby.

Sam's shoulders sagged as he slipped through the crowd towards Washington and Donut, "What's all this?"

Wash's shoulders slumped, practically dropping the bags, "He refuses to pack light."

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, regretting, in that moment, agreeing to their vacation more than any other decision he'd ever made in his life. "Donut, you only need to pack the essentials."

"But these are the essentials, silly! You can never leave home without a fashionable wardrobe!"

"Donut, we'll be gone for a week, do you really need all these clothes?" Sam was all but pleading with him at this point.

"Well, I suppose I could be persuaded to leave part of my wardrobe home. Maybe cram it into three bags?"

The alarm blaring behind them redirected all attention back to the metal detectors where Simmon's head hung in defeat as the security personnel grilled him about emptying his pockets.

"Limit it to two," Sam ordered, "Washington will take the rest back to base."

Agent Washington started to protest, unable to slip a word in before Sam darted back towards the metal detectors, "What's the problem?"

The alarm blared once more as Lopez attempted to step through, "Oh, dios mío."

"These men need to empty their pockets immediately." The security guard nodded to Lopez and Simmons.

"I did!" Simmons protested vehemently.

Sam held a hand up to silence Simmons, "His pockets are empty. He's a cyborg."

"And the armored guy?"

"He's a robot. His body is the armor."

"Sir, I don't see a way for these two to board the shuttle. They're living weapons!"

"But I'm not equipped with any weaponry! Neither is Lopez!" Simmons gestured between the two of them.

The guard sucked in a breath, "All right, but you two better behave or you'll find yourselves out an airlock. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!" Simmons beamed, scampering through the detector before security could change its mind.

Lopez followed quickly, "Pendajos.”

Sam heaved a relieved sigh as Donut trotted over lugging his two bags. The reduced baggage would have to suffice. He waited until Donut cleared the metal detector before ushering a still sputtering Sarge towards the detector.

They were almost out, almost clear of security, almost off-world. It was then he realized they were missing something.

He paused, eyes scanning the crowd for the only absent member of Red Team, "Wait, where's Grif?"

"Probably raiding some poor store for snacks before the flight," Simmons suggested, waiting as far away from the metal detectors as he possibly could.

The screaming across the airport terminal confirmed Simmons' speculation.

"I paid for my flight! The least you people could do is provide me with some free snacks!"

"Told you."

Sam shook his head slowly before pushing through the gathering spectators.

"Get the fuck out of my store!"

"Fine! But the Oreos are coming with me!" Grif hugged the massive box to his chest and started towards the exit in a huff.

"What is going on here?"

"The moron! He walks into my store and starts eating everything in sight! Just look at what he's done to my fruit display!" The owner gestured to the gaping bites in his wax fruit display.

"Psh, it's not my fault your fruit display wasn't made of real fruit." Grif scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Why you--" The owner stomped towards Grif, who ducked behind Sam for protection.

"That is enough." Sam interjected, tension flaring across his features, an expression holding enough malice and exhaustion to stop the owner dead in his tracks. Sam's jaw clenched in a moment of exasperation, "we're leaving. Grif, pay the man what you owe him for the Oreos and we'll be on our way."

Grif scoffed indelicately, "I don't have any money."

Sam's shoulders sagged, eyes squeezing shut, mind grasping for the last fleeting shred of sanity he had left. He dug his wallet out of his back pocket, snatching the card from the fold before swiping it across the kiosk.

"It's paid for. Now, let's go."

"What about my fruit display?!"

"You'll think of something," Sam returned, shuffling out of the store with Grif in tow.

They made it to the metal detectors when the security guard stopped them. "I'm sorry, sir, but that isn't allowed on the shuttle."

"It's not up for debate. You're making an exception." Sam's voice left no room for argument as he stalked through the detectors and towards the landing platform.

"Uh, yes, sir." The guards stared after him, cautious and intimidated.

Grif offered a smug smirk before tailing after him and the others.

They were finally onboard the shuttle, finally in the air and heading off-world when he heard the one thing he never wanted to hear.

"It looks like there's going to be a delay, folks! Someone tried to convert the engines to diesel, so we're going to have to land and ask all of you to disembark and wait in the terminal."

"Diesel is more efficient! It's the American way!" Sarge's voice carried over the loudspeakers from the engine room.

Sam's face fell into his hands in defeat. This was a hell all its own.

"I should have joined Blue Team."

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