#explodes. jimmy i am so sorry

[isjasz]

[Day 198]

ITS TIME WE FIGURED THINGS OUT Meet (some of) the Gilded Peak kids!! :)

[motthe]

Married+jayce viktor, visit relatives +she/her reader?

warnings: crazy aunt shenanigans, nsfw jokes

With a deep breath, you turned to your husbands and gave them one last glance over. You were quick to straighten Jayce’s tie—a matching candy red to Viktor’s turtleneck.

“Darling,” chuckled Jayce, knuckles coming up to nudge your chin and raise your eyes to his, “you’re preening again.”

“I know,” you muttered, swallowing. “I’m sorry, I’m just—”

“We can always turn around,” Viktor coerced. His hand at your back was a welcome touch. “We’ve not reached the door. There’s still time.”

“Hey,” Jayce intervened, “holidays are about socializing.”

Viktor pursed his lips as he leaned closer to your ear. “I’ll go for the ankles while you run, dove.”

You chuckled, smacking his chest softly in warning. Jayce just rolled his eyes and leaned over the both of you to knock, sending you into a panic.

“Okay, remember what I told you,” you whispered, looking between both of them. “My family is super accepting, but they’re a bit—“

“We met most of them at the wedding, we know,” Jayce laughed.

“You didn’t meet Great Aunt Lynda,” you squeaked. “She was traveling.”

“Great Aunt Lynda?” Your husbands questioned as the door opened.

“Oh, my sweet girl!” your mother cheered, stepping out into the cold to give you a tight hug. She smelled of freshly cooked gingerbread and flour. She was quick to pull you into the warmth of the house before waving the men in. “Viktor, Jayce! So great to see you both!” They had to lean down for her to kiss their cheeks, leaving you to smile to yourself as you rid yourself of your coat. “How have you all been? I saw the pictures from the honeymoon—just gorgeous!”

Viktor was quick to relieve Jayce of his button up jacket as he moved to you while he traded greetings with your mother.

“Is that my girl?”

“Dad!” you sang, barely able to turn in time before he tugged you into a wrestle of an embrace. He always knocked the breath out of you. “Good to see you,” you choked out.

“Viktor,” he nodded over your shoulder, “how are the gadgets?”

“Nothing has exploded this month,” he replied, pulling a chuckle from your old man before he moved away to shake his hand. “Jayce! How are ya, son?”

You wrapped your arm around Viktor’s, guiding him towards the living room once the jackets were put up.

“I am glad one of us loves to talk,” he mumbled.

“You always get pulled into a conversation with Uncle Jimmy,” you scoffed, smirking as he shrugged.

“He is a very interesting man.”

A zip of movement out of the corner of your eye had you stepping in front of Viktor as the twin toddlers ran full tilt at him. You managed to crouch just in time to take the brunt of it in the chest. There went your breath again.

“You goblins!” you wheezed, shaking them as they giggled. “No running in the house!”

“Rayne, Ron! Get your butts back to the playroom!” came their mother and your cousin. She apologized and said a quick hello before picking up the kids by their waist and carting them off. There was no real anger as their giggles echoed through the room along with more greetings from everyone else.

“Food will be done soon!” your mother announced before shuffling by you with another hug. Jayce was behind you when you turned, waving to everyone. Always the poster man.

“That them?!”

“Dear God,” you sighed, catching the pitchy voice above everyone else.

“Oh,” Viktor said.

“Is that…?” muttered Jayce.

Your great aunt came waddling up, the ugliest holiday sweater known to man on her pudgy form and a light up christmas tree hat.

“Lynda!” you said, stepping forward to hug her but she was quick to shake her hands at you.

“Oh, I know you plenty, lemme see these two hotties you bagged!”

Half the room groaned while the other laughed. Knowing better than to get between Lynda and her interests, you stepped to the side and sent an apologetic look to your husbands.

Viktor, wide eyed and lost, stayed put as Jayce, ever the social bug, stepped forward to introduce himself. Lynda wasted no time in grabbing his hands and pulling him down to her height.

“Strong, chiseled face,” she hummed, patting his cheek, “bet she loves to sit on that, heh.”

“Mother!” another cousin shrieked, clapping a hand over her young teen’s ears.

“Very nice, yes, now,” Lynda turned to Viktor, eyeing him up and down. “Cane. That’s kinky. Lemme hear the accent everyone goes gaga over.”

“I beg your pardon?” he questioned and you couldn’t keep from laughing at the shock on his face.

“Mm-hmm, yep, I see it, hon,” Lynda called to you, wagging a finger. “Knew you were spoiled, but this steals the cake. Two handsome men, God, reminds me of my twenties. Had a whole harem once—“

“Lynda, shut your trap. You know how many kids are running around this place?” came Uncle Jimmy. He shook his head as the woman grumbled and waved an arm at you and your partners. “You guys go and get comfy. Sorry about her.”

Viktor followed you to the couch, Jayce’s “whoa!” snapping the air. You both turned to see Lynda wagging her eyebrows up at him as he held a hand to his ass in affront.

“My God,” Viktor whispered, “you weren’t kidding.”

You hid the rest of your giggles in his chest as you cozied up on the couch.

It was going to be a long, interesting night with your relatives.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

About the "kwamis as mentors" angle: Interesting to read and analyse, yet I can't help but feel they were not necessarily meant to be seen as mentors. At least to me, they seemed to be kind of whacky mascot characters who are tied to the lore, who have a personality to crack a joke or point something out or cause a little situation or be cute, but nothing more.

They are rather naive magical entities chained to jewelry (a fact they don't seem to mind that much or think about at all except for Plagg) and all that talk about "being around for 5000 years" and having seen many holders before is just there to make them seem more wise than they actually act like. From what I've seen on the show I would even assume there's a threshold to how much they can even mature emotionally and understand humans. Sometimes Tikki and Plagg even come off as indifferent and egoistical towards their holders (like an example you gave with Tikki, or Plagg's fixation on cheese over Adrien at times).

So...sorry if I missed it, but why do you view them as mentor characters? You made an interesting post about rom-com vs magical girl and the magical girl part is exactly why I always viewed them just as critters to appeal to kids, but nothing more. I can see that the show's writing is so inconsistent that sometimes they are portrayed as wise but more often then not they are just background noise to get a little interaction on screen so that the characters are not talking to themselves about miraculous stuff or to point something out for the audience.

The show's writing is pretty weird, so there are elements that are hard to get a clear read on. The Kwamis are one such element. When they're one-on-one with their chosen, they often feel like mentors to me. When they're all together, they almost always read like "critters to appeal to kids" (mostly because there are too many of them to let them have individual personalities when they're all together). So while I think that they're supposed to be mentors, it's not like that's the only canon-accurate read.

To dig into what I mean by the one-on-one writing, let's look at this exchange from Feast:

Master Fu: See, Wayzz? If Marinette had kept her Miraculous, the sentimonster would have swallowed her right up. Wayzz: Or she would have transformed into Ladybug and fought it. Master Fu: Sometimes fighting is futile, Wayzz.

And then later on we get this:

Wayzz: Master, look! Ladybug and Cat Noir, despite their ridiculous costumes, they haven't let you down! Wang Fu: That's impossible! They don't have their Miraculous! Wayzz: Master, it's obvious it's them—who else would do something so crazy? Cat Noir (Adrien): Hey, have a taste of this! Some exploding banana split from Bananoir! Ladybug (Marinette): Much tastier than any Miraculous! Wayzz: Look, Master, there's no use in running! Your disciples never give up the fight, no matter what! With or without their Miraculous, they are Ladybug and Cat Noir!

That's some pretty active mentoring right there.

Wayzz is probably the character that feels the most like a mentor to me. When he's with Fu, he feels like Fu's partner or adviser, which is why I think that the Kwami's aren't supposed to just be cute critters. They're regular ol' Jimmy Crickets meant to act as a conscience that the characters can talk to since this is visual media and you want a way for the characters to talk through their thoughts instead of having them do it all internally.

I also present this exchange from Desperada as evidence:

Adrien: Plagg, Ladybug needs me. She needs "Adrien"! Plagg: If you asked me, this whole idea is worse than cheese in a can. Adrien: She thinks I'm the perfect guy for this mission. Plagg: You can't be Cat Noir and another superhero at the same time! Which means that you're not the perfect guy for this mission. Adrien: The Lucky Charm told her I am. Plagg: That's not how it works. Why am I bothering? You're not even listening.

We then get Plagg reiterating that this is a bad idea through multiple loops, ending with this:

Plagg: Ah! At last, you've come to your senses. Adrien: I'm not sure Ladybug will have very fond memories of her experience with "Adrien Agreste". Plagg: Then make up for it as Cat Noir.

See? I told you Plagg can be a good mentor when he wants to! Tikki, take notes!

I'd even call this bit from Sapitos some quality subtle mentoring from Trixx:

Alya: Oh please, Ladybug! We'd make a great team! I could help Cat Noir and you every day! Ladybug:(her earrings ring) I'm about to transform back! Hurry! Alya: Please? Ladybug: I have to go! I'm trusting you! (opens a nearby door and goes inside, so she can detransform) Trixx: You're absolutely right, Alya. I'm sure the three of you would make quite the team! You have all the makings of a true superhero. You're strong, brave; but most of all, you're trustworthy.

Way to both build Alya up and reminder her of her duty, Trixx. Gold star. Quality mentorship!

So are the Kwamis supposed to be mentors? Who knows! I just see them fill the role often enough to feel comfortable judging them through that lens.

Miraculous also isn't the only magical girl team show to make the cute critters into mentors. That's a pretty standard path even though it's also common to see the critters used to sell merch/appeal to kids and nothing more. In terms of classic magical girl team shows, I'd say that the Kwamis are written way more like Luna and Artemis from Sailor Moon than Mini Mew from Tokyo Mew Mew.

[inkie-does-whump]

(writing prompt if you want it to be)

how did Cleo and Etho react when they realized they were both in the lab?

Here's a lil oneshot about Cleo's first few days in the lab :D

(the one shot is for my Lab AU. If you're new here, I recommend checking out the Masterpost on my pinned post first)

Etho is four days late to the launch of the Third Life Scientific Mastery Project. This is because he wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.

Cleo, on the other hand, is exactly on time.

She comes to slowly, blinking drug-induced sleep from her eyes. Her mouth tastes metallic and stale, like she has bit herself on accident. She struggles to look at her surroundings. The florescent lights are too bright.

And beyond that, there is someone panicking nearby.

"oh, there's so many. There's so many. Martyn, they brought in so many more." The person sounds like they might be on the verge of crying. "They're all going to get hurt."

"Where's Netty? Where is everyone else? JIMMY, WHERE IS MY WIFE."

A third voice, smaller and directly in Cleo's ear, groans, "you'd think they would be a little gentler with the transition between the labs. My last transportation wasn't anywhere near this rough."

Cleo sits up, holding her head in her hands as a sharp pain shoots through her skull. She feels nauseous and dizzy. She manages to squint around at the bleach-white walls they're boxed into.

There are about a dozen people, most of them unconscious, laying on the tile floor like they've been dumped there unceremoniously. Cleo is laying near the edge of the pile. Nearby, there is one more person slumped into a wheelchair.

The voice closest to her belongs to a little dark-skinned goat hybrid. He's dressed in a white tank top and white shorts, with a metal choker around his neck. When Cleo looks around, she notices everyone is wearing it, including herself.

One of the other people awake runs to one of the open doors connected to the room, "Where is Netty? She's not here, no, she's- NETTY? NETTY, PLEASE!"

He's visibly shaking. His breathing is coming out in short, panicking gasps. The only other person awake, a yellow-feathered Avian, watches him for a moment, before something catches his attention.

"Martyn, it's Grian! Grian's back!" The Avian hurries over the other sleeping bodies to someone specific. "Grian, where have you been?"

The person, Grian, is clearly still unconscious.

Cleo clears her throat, and two heads turn to look at her. The other person, Cleo assumes his name is Martyn, is calling Netty's name down another one of the connected hallways.

"where am I?" Cleo demands.

The Avian sniffles, "Uh, good morning." He says weakly, letting go of Grian's body for a moment. "We're in a new lab. Or, uh, it's new for us. I guess this is your first."

Cleo stares at him like he is insane. She thinks he might be.

The goat-hybrid shuffles near her, "Jimmy is nervous, sorry." He clears his throat, "I'm Bigb. You're in a laboratory."

"what sort of laboratory?" Cleo wrinkles her nose. It pulls the skin on her face in a way that makes stitches strain. "I didn't sign anything, no one can legally kidnap me like this."

She stands up in a hurry, only for her stomach to drop. Her knees feel weak. She slowly moves to sit back down, "Ugh... I feel like walking garbage."

"It's the drug, it'll wear off." Bigb mumbles.

Martyn eventually trudges back to the group, looking pale and teary, "you, uh." He swallows, composing himself, "you said you saw Grian?"

The Avian, Jimmy, nods, "yeah, but something is wrong with him." He says quietly, "he's got these weird scars on his hands."

Martyn kneels beside him to look at Grian. They talk in low whispers. Cleo turns to Bigb.

"So how do I get out?"

Bigb sighs, "you don't. We've tried."

"Why not? Who's stopping you?" She asks.

"You just can't. You can't go back home." Bigb says, "And it'll do you well to keep your head down. You don't want their attention."

"Who-"

"I'M GONNA KILL THEM." Martyn explodes suddenly. A few sleeping people stir, eyes blinking open, and Martyn frowns deeply at them. He ducks back to Jimmy and mumbles something under his breath.

"Who are we killing?" Cleo chimes in, "whoever is keeping us here?"

Both Martyn and Jimmy look up at her.

"oh, someone's awake." Martyn says, "welcome to hell!" He calls, "we hope you enjoy your stay, but you will most likely suffer." He sneers.

Clearly, he was not having a good day.

Suddenly, Grian sits up. He has these bright, unnervingly purple eyes. He stands up too quickly for how long he must have been lying down, and looks around blankly at the group of slowly waking people.

Jimmy looks horrified.

A few moments pass, where people rub their eyes and wonder aloud where they are, before Grian speaks.

"Welcome to Third Life." He declares, voice as monotonous as his expression, "Enjoy your stay."

There are people who have masks and speak in rhymes. They seem to be in charge.

One of them takes Cleo to a bedroom with her name on it, and the number 20. It's one small bed and a nightstand with a lamp.

And it's quiet, which is nice compared to the previous chaos.

"it's so quiet." Cleo complements, thinking maybe if she couldn't sneak her way out of this, perhaps she could sweet-talk it.

The lab employee tilts their head at Cleo like they're processing this information. There is no feedback from the blank mask.

"it's just... Loud out there." Cleo says when they don't respond. She laughs awkwardly, "They make such a racket, like my ex-husband. Gosh, he was an absolute nightmare to deal with."

She wanders to sit on the bed. The other person just stands in her doorway, clearly thinking. After a long moment, they leave without another word. Weird.

The next few days I'm at the lab are not terrible. Cleo is fed, and she sleeps well, and there is one guy named Bdubs who has become inexplicably attached to her, but she doesn't mind that either. Mostly, Cleo's new life is good.

Martyn warns her about experiments and rentings, but she hasn't seen that happen yet, so there is nothing to worry about at the moment.

She watches a dog-hybrid named Ren fight with the lab workers, and he never wins. So as much as Cleo wants to, she decides to keep her head down for now.

Etho knows something is wrong when Cleo doesn't barge out of her house to yell at him like she does every Tuesday.

He is fully aware that he could receive a lawsuit for poking around the house post-divorce, so instead Etho just sits and watches for a few days until he's very sure that Cleo is not there. The car sits unused in the driveway. Which is weird. How would Cleo have left?

He goes back home for the evening, content to wait until the next morning to ponder the question more. When he wakes up again, he can hear the hum of bright lights, and he's in a room he doesn't recognize.

"How weird, another person? So soon?" Cleo overhears Jimmy say to Martyn while eating in the dinning room. "There's already so many people here"

Martyn rolls his eyes, "They're just feeding, it's what they do." He sighs, "They must have induced new members to warrant a whole new lab. They could be struggling to get enough to eat."

Jimmy nods, "it's the only thing that makes sense."

"how's the new place treating you, by the way?" Martyn asks, poking halfheartedly at his food.

"Good." Jimmy says, "haven't been rented yet, so that's good. But I, uh-"

"what?"

Jimmy swallows, "some of the new subjects? I know them. Joel is my brother-in-law."

Martyn arches his eyebrows, "from before you were in the lab? Wow, what's that, four years ago? Does he recognize you?"

Cleo stops listening there, because someone new stumbles into the dining room, clearly confused with his new surroundings.

He looks vastly different from the last time Cleo saw him. Firstly, and maybe most importantly, his stupid anime-themed outfit is gone, replaced by the same white uniform everyone is wearing. Cleo can see his whole face too, including the lower half of his scar where it runs along his lip. But maybe the most striking difference is in the way he is holding himself.

Unsure.

His eyes scan the room and find her, "Cleo!"

She groans, "please, no."

"Thank goodness, someone I know." He hurries up to her, "what is happening?"

Cleo, determined to look anywhere except her ex-husband, resorts to glaring at the nearest lab employee.

He slumps, "Cleo, really? We're still fighting like this?"

"we are not "fighting," you were stalking me!" Cleo snaps, "my goodness! There was ONE good thing about being kidnapped and it was getting away from YOU."

He is silent for a moment.

Cleo huffs, "now I don't even have that." She picks up her tray, containing mostly uneaten food, "I'm going to my room. DON'T follow me."

And Etho is alone again.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Cleo wonders how Etho will handle the lab. Especially when the rentings and experiments start.

She wouldn't call it pity, and she definitely wouldn't say she was worried about him, but.

But her stomach hurts sometimes, when she thinks about it.

[fox-guardian]

Exploding like Anti-Curly right now because they're all so cool?????? WoWwowooOwwow!!!!!!!! Thank you for this bountiful visual meal; this feels like being treated to a 12-tier wedding cake where each tier's a new flavor!!!!!!! The alterations you made for everyone are both grounded and interesting, and they're just sooooo *blowing them up* May I gush about them a bit? (It might get a little long, I'm so sorry)

Anti!Curly and Anti!Jimmy being decked to the nines but in entirely different directions is such a cool detail; I'd keep going back to look at them and find additions I missed before! Jimmy's shoe doodles with hearts, cats, and horse shoes, the green/pink colored seams, and all the scars on his face... Are those Monster tab earrings too? And Curly's uniform having so, SO many PE emblems everywhere, the sharpness of his clothing, and how deep and jagged his cleft chin is... And the gun being on him at all times, oh boy...

Anti!Anya's morose and gloomy appearance with her sharp, manicured talons... She's so ravencore... I love that both her glasses and bangs are squarish in appearance- it makes me feel like she cuts her own hair and that she's kept the same glasses for years. Another detail I really like is that the design of each Anya's sweater goes in a different direction, not just color-wise but also with the lines! OG!Anya with rounded lines and white to show her openness, and Anti!Anya's with straight lines and black to represent how closed off she is. "Relaxed Mode" Croc wearer spotted!!

Anti!Daisuke and Anti!Swansea... they're so Smooth!! Dai's got no dye, Swans keeps his shirt buttoned, and neither of them have a hair out of place. I love how their designs are outwardly more unassuming, because it makes the unappealing parts of their personalities all the more surprising! What do you mean that the guy with a fluffy cardigan and nervous expression is spiteful and he'd trip me in the hall? What do you mean that the older fella with a cherubic expression would watch me touch live wire with a smile? It plays with expectations and, like with Jimmy and Curly, they complement each other well! It's also neat how OG!Daisuke and OG!Swansea's Anti counterparts swap shoe expectations with each other too. OG!Daisuke and Anti!Swansea's shoes look like they'd fit a hazardous work environment way better than Anti!Daisuke and OG!Swansea's!

Oughh they're all so great, thank you again for posting them!!!!!! One question before I go though: Which design do you like the most and why?

first of all WAAAA IM GLAD YOU LIKE THEM SO MUCH <3 seeing this massive wall in my inbox was such a delight omg

And as far as which one I like most: ANTI-JIMMYYYY <3<3<3<3 he makes me So Happy and I love drawing him.

Jimmy and Curly both ended up victims of my "but it needs.... MORE" tendencies, hence the sheer amount of PE logos and metal detailing on curly, and the patches and whatnot on jimmy. I'm very pleased with both designs but I am so very biased towards Jimmy's since I mayyyy or may not have projected a bit with the soda tab accessories alddlasks. Also I gave him a ponytail and that is my Weakness. AND GREEN AND PINK IS JUST A GOOD COLOR COMBO I love it sm. I love him. I'm in the middle of drawing him again rn

[c0nnn1e]

Ranking every Life Series Member based on how much I could beat them in a fistfight to the death (But I'm overconfident)

Characters not Content creators because I think I would be able to beat up most of the ccs and always winning isn't any fun

Also: I'm basing this off of when they were most insane, so like Griand and Joel when they were red in LL and Pearl in DL, if they haven't gone batshit crazy then whoopsies their loss

Lizzie - I say fairies aren't real and she explodes easy

Etho Slab - I do not think for the life of me that Etho Slab would be able to defend himself against anyone

Mumbo - I don't think I need to explain this one

Martyn In Thy Littlewood - pussy queen cry baby wet cat man I would Punch him and he'd run away to Rendog crying, but also if he gets possessed by the watchers or whatever that as in LimLife I'm dead but I think I could beat him before that happens

Joel Smallishbeans - All I have to do is call him short and he crumbles, although it might take me a few punches to get him down

Jimmy Solidarity - Doomed by the narrative lil canary man

Impulse - You see, you would think "oh impulse is tall and broad he would beat you in a fight" NO! I'll bite his ankles!!!!!!!

Bdubs - He's sneaky!!!! He's my fave!!!!!! he's so amazing!!!!!!! but I would be able to beat him he might've killed the end dragon but he can't kill me

Scott Smajor - Now, this one is tricky, I think I'd be able to beat Scott but I have a fragile ego so if he insults me too much I'll start sobbing

Cleorrrr - I wouldn't be able to hit her at all nope she'd win

Tango - a cheeky fella, has fire hair, I would put up a good fight but since its a fistfight and I don't have a weapon or armor I'm getting cooked alive

Grian - He'd beat me up while making fun of me :(((((((( I'd be on the floor sobbing and it wouldn't be no "I'm sorry!!!!! Scar!!!!! No!!!!" moment no. I'd be crying and he would LAUGH! But if we also take into account WATCHER GRIAN??????? FUCK THAT NOPE IM DEAD

Pearl - She'd kill me no doubt in my mind I am NOT winning this

Scar - He'd swindle me to death ????????? also he's buff

Gem - Uh huh yeah okay no I'm not winning???? No????? I'm just???? not?????? Not only would she kill me but she'd insult me while doing so

BigB, Skizz, Ren - I wouldn't have it in my heart to beat any of them actually I think I would try to hit one of them and it would deflect and I'd hit myself instead

[itsallmouthwashing]

Mouthwashing/ Star trek crossover!! What if the cargo ship was encountered by the Enterprise which once again had crossed into another dimension

YES!! Ive been trying to learn at least a little about Star Trek since I've never watched it- but I really hope I did this drabble some justice! (is it a Drabble if its almost 1k words???) I plan to make it part of a larger storyline :))))) that ties in with another ask :)))))))) ehehehhehehe :))))))

Content Warning for depictions of gore closer to the end (I have plans that I cannot reveal because the haters will sabotage me)

Work under the cut. Look out for more :)

[Mouthwashing requests are SO OPEN BTW!]

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

It wasn't supposed to end like this. It wasn't supposed to be this way. 

He was supposed to dead. They all were supposed to be dead.

If he thinks hard enough, Jimmy can escape to a place in his mind where they are dead. One where the ship crashed, the cockpit exploded, and everyone was left to wither away in their own melted flesh and boiling fluids. He can imagine this place is heaven, or hell, or some other afterlife that turned out to be the true resting place of pure and wicked souls alike. 

The platform is unfamiliar- unlike anything Jimmy’s seen- and his 4 person crew surround him like he’s some sort of center piece, each phasing in like someone is slowly turning up their opacity to 100. The glass below his shaking legs bleeds with blood unspilled. In another life, he sees the bodies on the ground, lifeless and breathless, bleeding and broken, boiled and torn. 

Everyone is here.

Everyone is alive. 

And there’s someone behind a bright console, looking at them with such stoicism on his pale yellow face one could think he’s a robot. 

“Hello,” he says, and everyone’s heads whip to him. 

“Hello,” says Curly, stepping forward through his position behind Jimmy. He glances around at the long lights that illuminate the half cylinder they’re in. “Who are you?”

“My name is Data.” The man steps out from around the console. “Who are you?”

“I’m Curly, Captain of the Tulpar. I think we… uh… crashed into your ship. We’re terribly sorry-”

“Please, Captain Curly of the Tulpar. Do not apologize. We should be the one’s apologizing to you.”

“We?”

Curly glances over his shoulder, his chest tightening with suspicion and guilt at the act of being suspicious. He has no reason at all, but there’s an itching at his brain stem that won’t go away.

On cue, someone in a red and black long sleeve walks through a set of sliding doors. Daisuke winces at the mechanical whirr. It’s so much louder than the doors on Tulpar. 

“Greetings, fellow travelers. I am Captain Piccard of the Enterprise.” He gestures around. “Terribly sorry for the unexpected beam. I hope everyone is alright.” He extends his hand with a small smile towards Curly and the taller man takes it tentatively. 

“Captain Curly, of Tulpar. A pleasure. Um,” he takes his hand away and pulls his arms tight across his chest, “Why are we here? What happened?”

Piccard takes a deep inhale before speaking. His eyes only glance down to the floor for a moment before looking back up at Curly. “This is not easy to explain.”

“I could explain, Captain.”

“No, thank you, Data. To put it simply, we are from a different dimension.” Picard folds his hands in front of him and surveys the reactions of the Tulpar crew; shock, glee, curiosity, and wonder, all mixing in the features. “We were charting a course to the next location when we suddenly encountered a wormhole. I believe it spit us out directly in your ship’s course, landing you right in one of our thrusters.” 

“I see. Is everyone-”

Fire erupts on Curly’s skin, spreading quicker than his synapses can fire and get him into action. The pungent smell of burning rot fills the teleporter room and funnels out into the hallway as Piccard rushes out, yelling a name no one understands through the panic- Curly’s panic, his screams, his anguish bouncing off the walls and threatening to shatter all the glass in the room.  Data pulls a fire extinguisher from a far wall and deploys the foam, but the fire doesn't go down until Piccard rushes back in with someone with pointed ears. She moves to dump a large bucket of water onto him but the Enterprise’s captain stops her when fire suddenly dies out. Almost like someone simply blew out a candle. 

His skin is gone, his nerves singed and charred as his now black clothes cling to exposed muscle. His left eye trickles down his chin, catching in a spot burned all the way to his jaw bone.

Captain Piccard steps in front of him, instinctively going to catch Curly by the shoulders before the moment registered in his mind. He keeps his hands in front of him when he says, “Captain, you’re going to go into shock.” Curly tries to nod. “You’ve probably lost a lot of feeling so don’t be alarmed, we’re going to lay you down-” More people rush into the teleporter room as distant shouting comes closer surprisingly fast. Four people in black and blue uniforms come in with a board to lay Curly’s now unconscious body. One of them puts something below his legs to elevate them, and he’s carried out of the room just as swiftly with Piccard following after them.

Data finishes speaking with someone else in a yellow top and turns to the remainder of the crew. “We will have time for formal introductions later. For now, please follow me.”

“Where are we going?” Jimmy seems to be the only one able to speak. Anya stares at the doors with wide, horrified eyes. She’s trying to astral project herself out of the room and down the hall because she’s paralyzed from the eyes down but she needs to go with him. She’s the nurse, she’s responsible for their health. She needs to-

“Our medical crew will take much time and care treating your friend. I wish to take the four of you to a place where you can rest while the Captain is occupied.”

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

I am supposed to be working on my lab report but pathetic borb bri'ish man is running around my head and I must scream

TW: For a bit of angst but also Ranchers fluff because Ranchers my beloved.

Also sorry in advance for writing a full one-shot in your inbox, idk what possessed me :,3

-.-.-.-.-

It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder roared up above, clouds had rolled across the sky until the sun had been completely swallowed. A man stood on the edge of a cliff, golden wings torn apart after countless battles both against nature and against himself.

One step.

Just a matter of taking the leap. Closing his eyes, falling into the abyss, like he had done time and time before.

The canary's brush glided through a canvas propped up in front of him. Each stroke shakily landed to form what he could only describe as a representation of the tsunami of emotions raging through his mind.

Two games, out first. Was he just cursed? Would history repeat itself?

No, that couldn't happen, he wouldn't forgive himself. He couldn't drag Tango down with him. They were soulmates after all, bound by fate, or whichever deity had decided to use him as the punchline of this cosmic joke they were all trapped in.

But how long would he be able to stay alive? If the only thing he could do was worry about not being enough, not enough for Tango, with his boundless energy and bright mind that contrasted greatly with the Canary's dullness in all thing technical and constant tiredness. Not enough to protect the Ranch, the home him and Tango had built together.

Not enough for Daisy, the Warden the pair had rescued from the Deep Dark and were now raising as their own. What would happen to her, if both her parents were gone one day?

What if?

One simple question that stole the Canary's sleep hours, one simple question that led him down a rabbit hole of doubt and despair.

One simple question.

"Jimmy?," a raspy voice reached the Canary's ears, it seemed so distant, so far away, and yet it was his lighthouse.

Following the first call, a grumbling sound through the fog. A sudden weight settled on his lap, and his first instinct was to run his hand along her back. Her breathing was slow, he tried to match it.

"Are you okay?," the same voice from before, now tainted with what the Canary assumed was irritation, "I have been calling for you, Jimmy, I've been calling-"

The Canary focused his mind on the feeling beneath his fingers, mossy fur, slightly humid, raising and falling rhythmically and accompanied by a purring tune.

"Jimmy?," next thing the Canary's eye caught was a figure standing between him and his canvas, he closed his eyes shut, "Hey. It's okay, it's fine," Tango grabbed his free hand between his claws.

The Canary took a deep breath, the fog was still too dense. But he could feel himself getting closer to land.

Tango perched himself on a box the Canary had been using to put his supplies on, and a familiar warmth ran through the bird man as his rancher leaned his head on his shoulder.

A golden wing wrapped around the other's back, pulling him even closer, an almost natural reflex. The creature on his lap snuggled closer. He took another deep breath.

And for just a moment, the storm stopped.

There was so many things the Canary wanted to say, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to make up for being so pathetic, he wanted to tell Tango and Daisy how much he owed them. But Tango spoke up before he could get his words in order.

"We will figure it out, okay? We won't leave you behind. Just promise me something, yes?"

One simple question.

"You stay here with us. We will stick together. All three of us."

Just one step.

"We will make it through."

It was not a dark, stormy night. Clouds rolled on, and the rain made way for the sun to shine again.

Even if it was for just a moment, the Canary felt everything would be alright.

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We ain't never leaving the Ranch amirite

... I'm actually going to explode I CANT HANDLE THIS!!!!!! DROPPED IN MY INBOX RANDOMLY RAQHHH I LOVE THE SYMBOLISM EEHEHEHHE

[umnitsa]

WIP - You dream of Jimmy

Once upon a time, in a mythical place called Hawkins, a Chief of Police named James Hopper went up on an adventure in an alternate dimension. The gate exploded, and Jim got lost between dimensions. As he floated back to his world, he found a bottle. At least it looked like a bottle. But it didn't act like a bottle... because in it was a genie. Oh, not your average, everyday genie. But a beautiful genie... who could grant any wish. Chief Hopper was so grateful, he set the genie free. Only she didn't want to be free. You know how it is when you've been cooped up in a bottle for 2000 years. She wanted to have fun. And she wanted to have it with Chief Hopper. So she followed him back to Hawkins, the mythical town in a mythical state called Indiana. And there in his cabin, the Girl in the Bottle plays Spin The Chief.

You’re the genie! ;) This will be a bit different than my other works, bc it is mainly a cute hot comedy. INSANELY canon divergent (no Eleven/Jane either bc I'm not that good a writer - sorry), S3 ending alternate (and we are keeping the looks, fuck the russian prision camp), plus sized reader (because this is my fantasy - HA), Sunshine/Grumpy, series of shorts.

You all know I take a while to write (life is nuts and I'm a college person now), I am still writing You Should Mess with Jim (yups, sorry), there is ANOTHER fic I need to finish and post... And I shouldn't be adding this to the docket, but I can't stop thinking of it and I wonder if I should keep it to myself or not <3 And yes, I'm still thinking of no outbreak!older Joel as Darren from Bewitched (because it would be funny as FUCK), but this will take even more time to do. PLEASE tell me what you think <3

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since there are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 2,931

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

I got the divider from

Firefly Graphics

The Rapture

POV: (Y/n)

Mhhh I love the fresh smell of coffee and a good book and the rain to pair it with. It's almost too good to be true because it is. “We need to talk.” It was Cas. “Cas? I'm dreaming aren’t I.” “It's not safe here. Someplace more private.” “What’s more private than my own head?” “Exactly. Someone could be listening.” He looked more serious than usual. I stood up, almost reaching out. “Cas what’s wrong?” “Meet me here.” He hands me a piece of paper and his hand lingers on mine. “Go now.” I wake up with a startle and a bad feeling and cold sweat mixed together. 

“Well, what did he say, Y/n? What was so important?” We had flashlights while going through an abandoned warehouse. “Sam, if I knew, would I have woken you guys up scaring the shit out of you? And risk Dean shooting my face off!?” Sam was quiet after that. “Thank you!” 

We come into this room that looked like something had exploded. “It looks like a bomb went off.” “It was a fight.” I stated a matter of factly. “Between who?” Both of them asked. I looked up at the wall and a huge sigil in blood was there. “Guys that’s what Anna used to send the Angels away.” The three of us are staring in wonder when I glance to the side and see something I never wanted too. “Guys? CAS! CAS!”

I ran over to his body. I kneel down and start to shake him. “Cas wake up!” And he does. “Oh my gosh, are you okay!?” I started to ask and Cas looked confused but it was different than his usual questioning human behavior look. “What's . . . ? What's . . . ? What's going on?”  “Just take it easy. Take it easy.” Dean said. “Oh. No.” “Cas, you okay?” “Castiel. I'm not Castiel. It's me.” Huh? “Who's 'me'?” Sam asked confused as well. “Jimmy. My name's Jimmy.” Jimmy? “Where the hell is Castiel?” I was now scared and befuddled. “He's gone.”

Jimmy was devouring his hamburger while the three of us still wondered who Jimmy was. “You mind slowing down? You're gonna give me angina.” Dean rudely said. “Dean!” I death stared at him. “I'm hungry.” “I'm sure you are.” I'm still trying to process all of this. “When's the last time you ate?” “I don't know. Months.” Holy crap I would be too. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!” “What the hell happened back there? It looked like an angel battle royale.” Sam asked. “All I remember is a flash of light and I, uh . . . I woke up and I was just, you know, like, me again.” He looked at me during that pause.

“So, what? Cas just ditched out of your meat suit?” “I really don't know.” “You remember anything about being possessed? Anything at all?” “Yeah, bits and pieces. I mean, angel inside of you, it's kinda like being chained to a comet.” “That sounds awful.” I want to try to comfort but he is not Cas I sadly have to keep remembering. “Understatement.” “Jimmy, Cas said he wanted to tell us something do you remember that?” I asked sectionally “Sorry.” Shit. “Come on, what do you know?” “My name is Jimmy Novak. I'm from Pontiac, Illinois. I have a family.”

Hearing how Jimmy got possessed I felt terrible for him and his family so I knew what had to happen even though it would break my heart Jimmy deserves to be happy. “So, what do we do?” Sam questioned. “Sam what do you mean Jimmy has a family.” “I agree with Y/n.” “I don't know about that. Guys, he's the only lead we got.” “He doesn't know anything.” I was getting annoyed at this point. “Are you 100 percent about that?” “You think he's lying? What, you wanna go Guantanamo on the guy?” “Dean, maybe he doesn't even know what he knows.” “Huh? Sam.” “I say, at least we get him to Bobby's. Maybe all he needs is hypnosis or a psychic. Or hell, maybe Cas will just drop back into him.”

I didn't know if I wanted that, Jimmy deserved to live a happy life but at the same time I just wanted to look at his face and know it was my best friend. “We don’t know Sam.” “Guys, back there, that was angel-on-angel violence. Now, I don't know what's going on, but it's big. And we can't just let the only lead we got just skip out.” Dean shaked his head.

“What?” “You remember when our job was helping people? Like, getting them back to their families?” That was a good point I remember when our biggest worry was where dad was. “You think I don't want to help him? I'm just being realistic. I mean, hell, we're doing him a favor.” “How Sam!?” I kind of yelled. “Guys, if we want to question the guy, you can damn well bet the demons do, too.” 

“The hell are you talking about, I can't go home?” Jimmy uderstanbly was angry. “There's a good chance you have a bull's-eye on your back.” Dean told him. “What? From who?” “Demons.” I stated with one word. “Come on, that's crazy. What do they want with me?” “I don't know, information, maybe?” “I don't know anything!” “Jimmy we know but the demons will still jump rope with your insides no matter what.” “Look, I'm done, okay? With demons, angels, all of it. I just want to go home.” “Of course we understand.”

“I don't think that you do understand. I've been shot and stabbed and healed, and my body has been dragged all over the Earth. By some miracle, I'm out, and I am done. I've given enough, okay?” He goes to walk out but Sam stops him. “Look, all we're saying is that until we figure this out, the safest place is with us.” “How long?” “We really don’t know-” I started to say but Sam interrupted me. “We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Jimmy shook his head and continued to walk out. “Where are you going?” “To see my wife and daughter, okay?” “No, you're not. You're just going to put those people in danger.” “So, what, now I'm a prisoner?” “Harsh way to put it.” 

It was four AM and I could not sleep. I mean usually I couldn't but not even could manage a slight nod off. Everyone else was sleeping and I just kept looking at Jimmy feeling guilty that we've kept him here. He deserves to go home, ughh I just hope Sam and Dean don’t find out. I got up as quietly as possible and left the room.

I was walking back with his bus ticket when I saw him running my way. “Y/n wait before you take me back-” I took out the ticket. “You better hurry, your bus leaves in an hour.” He was confused. I handed him it and kept on walking. “Y/n.” “Yes.” “In this past year the bits I do remember you were there you mean a lot to him you were his best friend too.” Tears were now burning in my eyes. “Thanks, Jimmy and I mean this with all my whole heart. Have a great life.” “You too Y/n.”

We were now driving to get to Jimmy even though I literally just let him go so I was praying that he was safe but of course my prayers never get answered. “Hey, guys.” It was Anna scaring the shit out of us, she popped up right beside me. “Aah! Jeez.” The car swerved.  “You ever try calling ahead?” “I like the element of surprise.” “Well, you look terrific.” Dean looked back at her. “I will slap you upside the head Dean Winchester.” “Um, yeah, not the most appropriate time, Dean. You let Jimmy get away?” I suddenly thought the outside looked very interesting.

“Talk to ginormo here.” “Sam. You seem different.” What does she mean? She looks at Sam like she knew something. “Me? I don't know. Heh. A haircut?” “That's not what I'm talking about.” “So, what'd Jimmy tell you? He remember anything?” “Why? What's going on?” “It's Cas. He got sent back home. Well, more like dragged back.”

“What!?” I almost yelled out. “To heaven? That's not a good thing?” “No. That's a very bad thing. Painfully, awfully bad. He must have seriously pissed someone off.” I hope it wasn't because of us. “Cas said he had something to tell me. Something important.” I told her. “What?” “I don't know.” “Does Jimmy know?” “I don't think so.” “You don't think so? Whatever it is, it's huge. You gotta find out for sure.” “That's why we're going after Jimmy.” Sam tried to get Anna to stop nagging us. “That's why you shouldn't have let him go in the first place. He's probably dead already.” 

We pulled up to Jimmy’s house just in time to hear a scream. When I ran in there were two demons attacking Jimmy and his wife. I go behind the man and cut his throat. The other Demon approaches us. “Go. Get them out of here!” Sam screamed at us. And I grabbed Claire to get her out. “Daddy!” She of course wanted to stay. I kneeled down quickly to her level. “Claire, listen to me we have to go I will help your dad, I promise.” “Promise. Now go.” She ran out the door. A demon was now on Jimmy. “Get off of him!” I throw it off and fight to stab it flips me over and now is doing the same. It gets very close when it dies and Jimmy is standing over it. “Come on!” He offers his hand and we run out of the house. 

The parking garage was cold but safe and this time I knew Jimmy had to come with us. “You were right.” “I'm sorry we were.” I regretfully told him. “I'm telling you, I don't know anything.” “I don't think they're inclined to believe you.” “And even if they did, you're a vessel. They're still gonna wanna know what makes you tick.” “Which means vivisection, if they're feeling generous.” “I'm gonna tell you once again, you're putting your family in danger. You have to come with us.” Sam was now getting aggressive.

“How long? And don't give me that "cross that bridge when we get to it" crap.” Jimmy had a right to know. “Look Jimmy-” Once again Sam cut me off. “Don't you get it? Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So you either get as far away from them as possible or you put a bullet in your head. And that's how you keep your family safe. But there's no getting out and there's no going home.” “Well, don't sugarcoat it, Sam.” “I'm just telling him the truth, Dean. Someone has to.” Jimmy goes to say goodbye to his family. “

Were driving away from the garage. “What the hell happened back there?” “What?” “You practically fainted trying to gank a demon.” “You did what!?” I was very surprised. “Okay, I didn't faint. I got a little dizzy.” “Well, you can call it whatever you want. Point is, you used to be strong enough to kill Alastair. Now you can't even kill a stunt-demon number three?”

“What do you want me to say about it, Dean?” “Well for starters, what's going on with your mojo? I mean, it's yo-yoing all over the place. I'm not trying to pick a fight here, okay? I just – you're scaring me, man.” “I'm scaring myself.” That is not good considering Sam looked like he hadn't slept in a week. His phone ranged and he answered it. “Hello? . . . Who is this?” “Hey. It's your wife.” Sam handed the phone to jimmy. “Amelia? . . . Oh, my God.” 

God do I hope this plan works. “Alright, they're expecting you to come alone. That's exactly what you're gonna do.” “We'll work our way through the catwalks. We'll be right behind you.” “All you gotta do is stay calm and stall. Let us do our job.” “You want me to stay calm? This is my family we're talking about.” I took Jimmy’s shoulder and turned him to me. “Jimmy, I promise that nothing will happen to your family and you.” He looked like he believed me. “Give me a minute, okay?” He got out of the car. “There's no way they're expecting him to come alone, Guys. You know this is probably a trap.” “Yeah, I know. That's why I have a plan.” Dean was so confident which was scary because if this didn't work out I would never forgive myself.

“Oh, you're such a liar. Like I didn't think you’d bring the three stooges, hmm?” The demon lackey brought us out. “Great plan Dean!” “Yeah, well, nobody bats 1,000.” “Got the knife?” The demon brought the knife out from my pocket. “And you know what's funny?” “You're a bitch even after death.” I commated. “Is I was actually bummed to get this detail, picking up an empty vessel. Sort of like a milk run. Now look who landed in my lap.” “Yeah, well, you got us, okay? Let these people go.” “Oh, Sam. It's easy to act chivalrous when your Wonder Girl powers aren't working, huh? Now for the punch line. Everybody dies.” She holds up a gun to me acts like she's about to shoot but instead turns the gun on Jimmy. BANG! “NO!!!”

I try to get out of the demon’s hands but to no avail. “Jimmy!” “Waste Little Orphan Annie.” The demon goes over to Clarie with a bat. I mange to sqrime out of the demons hands just in time. Clare looks up but its not her it’s Cas? She suddenly grabs the pipe in one hand and places the other hand on the Demon's forehead. The Demon screams as he is exorcised in a bright light. Using the distraction, Sam and Dean turn on the Demons holding them. While they struggle, Clarie, who is now possessed by Castiel, burns away the ropes holding her. Jimmy lies on the ground, bleeding, and looks at her in horror. I ran to Jimmy. It’s bleeding so much.

“Jimmy you're ok you're ok.” I took off my jacket and tried to press the pressure “I'm so sorry.” I'm so focused on him that everything is background noise. “Clarie.” She’s right beside me. “Of course we keep our promises. Of course you have our gratitude. You served us well. Your work is done. It's time to go home now. Your real home. You'll rest forever in the fields of the Lord. Rest now, Jimmy.” “No. Claire?” “She's with me now. She's chosen. It's in her blood, as it was in yours.” “Please, Castiel. Me, just take me. Take me, please.” “I wanna make sure you understand. You won't die or age. If this last year was painful for you, picture a hundred, a thousand more like it.” He looks at me and nods like he was telling me he was going to be okay. “It doesn't matter. You take me. Just take me.” “As you wish.”

Clarie puts her hands on her Father’s face and a bright light flashes. When it was over Clarie dropped to her hands it was a lot for her. Jimmy well I guess Cas just walked up and ignored his family and walked out. “Cas, hold up. What were you gonna tell me?” I catched up to him. “I learned my lesson while I was away, Y/n. I serve heaven, I don't serve man, and I certainly don't serve you.” He walked away and my brothers were just as stunned as me but I snapped out of it.

“OH HELL NO!” I followed after him. “Cas you get your ass back here right now.” “Why, because I'm your dog?” I was baffled. “What Cas no I- what happened?” “I just got told the truth that the only reason why you're friends with me is because I can do anything and I will come running if you call.” “Cas I don't know what the hell why you think but it's not like that and you know that!” “Y/n you're not my friend you're a distraction from my mission which is Dean Winchester.” “SO, after everything I'm what nothing.” “No y/n… you're a distraction and I can’t have those.” He got close and handed me back the phone I got him. He walked out after that. And what I felt was everything at once. 

We got to Bobby’s house and this day just gets worse and worse. “Well, thanks for shaking a tail.” “Yeah, you got it.” Sam stepped in the ghost panic room. “All right. So, uh, what's the big demon problem?” Sam said, looking around. “You are. This is for your own good.” Bobby slammed the door shut. “Guys? Hey, hey. What?” “This isn't funny. Guys! Hey! Guys?” I don’t know what to do how could I help my brother when I couldn't even help my best friend? 

Hey Guys hope you enjoyed it. I am so sorry this took forever. I have been really busy. But I will try to update whenever I can. For the first time we end on a cliffhanger. I loved this episode. Everyone did an amazing acting job. And let's put our hands together for Misha for Jimmy so good and then snapping right back to Cas. We are almost to the end. I can't wait!

[life-winners-liveblog]

-[ the once dormant whisper, hath returned :) DL!Scott & SL!Jimmy, I will be more than happy to take them (“my son” & “my daughter”) off your hands now for I am back but uh.. I see you couldn’t find them,,,,,,,,,, Do you guys have sugar?.. like literal sugar, that’ll lure em out. They love sugar-

On the other hand.. Salutations LL!Jimmy, I’m sorry that your encounter with us whispers have been.. hellish.. as of recently. I promise not all of us are like.. that. I Can only pray for you that this ends sooner or later.. I would say hi to etho but I don’t want him exploding so errr,, maybe ‘nother time.. ]

— Nate

DL!Scott: ...sugar? ... thats all we needed?

~~~~

LL!Jimmy: ... It's...fine.

[sundrenched-smoker]

🧇

okay.

Cracks knuckles and opens the wiki bc I don't remember shit

CW/drugs and alcohol mentions Toast - The British one first? yes, obviously

- HE DOES HARD DRUGS. We have seen that Mac is a hallucinogenic. And it can kill. So I assume in real world logic, it's some strand/type of pot that has LSD in it. Therefore, when you melt it down/make oil/butter, whatever it can be put into food, and he chose Macaroni! because why not! idk, just my thoughts on it.

- British Prince with a Cybernetic arm...

- ... he's cannonically an alcoholic. fiends for some good whiskey

- The whole, whent to prison/ possibly a psych ward during the puppet arc,, is very near to my heart. so so much angst.

- BRITISH DISCO. *shakes you menacingly* WHAT THE FUCK IS BRITISH DISCO?! It killed his first wife. by LOOKING AT HIM WHILE DOING IT. How did that come about?? how did he get that power??

- I think it's heavily implied that Toast knows more about Ghosts past than he (Ghost) even does. and that's. really interesting to me.

- in the videos, he's very giggly! either as an anxious thing or just a thing he does!

I'm pulling from the wiki now btw

- If he does hand puppets he will explode. similarly to an ION BOMB EXPLOSION.

- ..possibly was in a boy band?? 30 years ago??

- HE pisses. BOUNCY BALLS.

- "Anytime Johnny Toast hears anything related to a wolf he has to throw things." <- squints

Johnny Ghost time, heheheeh

- Ghost cannot bleed or else Jimmy will be triggered. With how much he gets hurt or shot. He must be stressing to keep Jimbo back.

- Ghost has cannonically been sent to wards and mental hospitals? even in his younger years... and the end of "Jimmy Casket returns" is a great opportunity to explore what Ghosts experience/s of a ward. it's like, the end of the video is a perfect set up too explore this, and im surprised people haven't done it already!

- The character changes after being stuck in the dimensions... showoff, brave, explosive to, paranoid and insecure, and untrusting.

- he's. Johnny ghost Is part ghost.

- THE WHOLE BOWLING BALL THING???

- wince's and gets pain when called Gregory 👀

- He's actually v e ry fucking smart! He's made robots of his partner and has possibly made spirits. (reference to the baymax video)

JIMMY!!!

- "In 2016, Dipper Pines, in an attempt to purge Casket from Ghost's system, unintentionally gave Casket a corporeal form. Casket has not had as strong a hold in Ghost's mind since, although he is still there, to an extent." <- pulled from the wiki, so uh. I didn't know this.

- Jimmy is scared of Mac (possibly that time Ghost died from getting drugged bUT)

- Chris "Colon" Ghostie

- interdimentional beanie.

sadly, I can't find shit on spooker. I am so sorry, spooker fans 😔

[mrswagtastic]

HEYYY HAPPY LATE CRAIGMAS AND HAPPY NEW YURI!! 2 PEOPLE ASKED FOR THE TUCKER LORE IN MY HEAD SO HERE IT IS (sorry my brain wasn't letting me post 😖) UNDER THE CUT SO NO ONE GETS FLASHBANGED!! ALSO MAY BE MESSY AND BADLY WRITTEN/ORDERED SORRY

So Thomas Tucker was pretty easily provoked as a kid and so got into a LOT of fights, and grew up quite lonely but ATLEAST he had good parents yay :33. When he grew up he struggled to find a partner, but had a desire for a kid so one day decides to adopt. This is when MY BOY MY SON CRAIG comes into the picture. Cue single father montage of comedic mishaps but he ultimately tries his best. He does a lot of research, goes to single parent groups, and just really wants the best for his boy. A little bit later he meets Laura and aww they're in loooove and it takes a while and she has to be the one to actually SAY ANYTHING because uh he's a DUMBASS ... Also during this baby Craig has to warm up to her and sheee makes him his hat :33 it's a bit big on him but he grows into it it's okay. Also Craig tends to wander off a lot like he refuses to go SOEMWHERE and Laura's like "it's okay just ignore him he'll follow" and they do but then they turn around and Craig's gone and he walked all the way back home insisting they go inside what a guy... (NOT based off of younger me trust). Then after a bit Tricia is BORN and at first Craig is a bit confused and doesn't like her because she's a baby and babies are LOUD and ANNOYING so he just hides whenever she's around lmao but they eventually SOEKWJAT tolerate one another so that's nice. Oh yeah jobs uh Thomas works as an engineer and Laura works at the bank I feel cause why not. Craig actually bonds with his dad ALOT by building stuff together Thomas teaches him it all it's very silly father son stuff :3 and Laura makes stuff like Craig's space costume and his feldspar outfit and I like to imagine maybe she was sick or busy at the superhero game that's why its so plain. Him and Tricia insult each other a lot but they're actually pretty chill together like if SOEKTHING serious happened they'd care and help. Also uhh stripe lore I feel on Red Racer theres a guinea pig puppet (I feel red racers one of those old shitty live action kids shows with eh slightly uncanny looking puppets and occasional animated segments does this make sense) and that's one of Craig's favourite characters, so he started fixating on guinea pigs and researching them like a LOT and eventually started getting stripes :3 (also I feel he got into red racer just cuz when he was little he was having a meltdown or crying or something and it was late at night and Thomas just turned the TV on in hopes of whatever is on will calm him and red racer just happened to be on, and it calmed him so they'd play it more and that's how Craig got super interested in it I think).uhh some more random Craig bits:

- he's fine with the doctors but is TERRIFIED of dentists that's why his teeth suck lol

- he's been friends with Clyde pretty much forever since his parents went to the same groups Thomas did, and he and Richard especially became good friends, so Craig and Clyde would play together a lot resulting in their friendship.

- they then befriended Tolkien SOEKTIMES in kindergarten after he shared some stuff with them and they all played together. Kids make friends very easy huh

- Jimmy joined the gang when he moved to south park on the 4th grade, but that doesn't make them any less close with him

- Craig's obviously gay but I also imagine him to be demiaroace, maybe even fully on ace idk (chat am I projecting too much)

- when Craig has a meltdown, he at first will angrily explode, then run off and completely shut down, having it more internally.

- he likes how his hat feels, but also doesn't want to ruin it so will gently bag the flaps back and forth with his hand

- he eats really plain foods I feel due to sensitive taste buds he's really picky

- he buys the exact same jacket every time he needs a new one and his wardrobe consists of the same pants, plain shirts, and the occasional graphic tee but ONLY red racer or space themed. Also he needs the tags cut off.

- he's really weirdly good at clickers/FPS shooters

Uhh there's more.probably but this might be enough hope you enjoyed the INSNAE.craig lore rambles sorry it's messy I'm on a VERY long bus ride..

[s-i-m-p69]

My beautiful waifu Unicorn_bro123

Chapter 1

"Erm what the sigma!? I'm out of skibidi slicers!" Ellen cried in an outrage. She needed skibidi slicers to live, if she doesn't eat a certain amount of skibidi slicers everyday she will burst into smelly flames.

Ellen frantically runs to her door and forgets how to open it (like the idiot she is)

(20 minutes later)

"RAHHH RUH YUH GRRR RUAH!!" She charges through the door like the beautiful rabid animal she is. She rushes down the street on all fours, galloping. Her hooves patting against the pavement. She neighs like the beautiful horse- (a/n uhh uwu s-sorry that was just the Jimmy from mouthwashing in me) Okay Ellen is not a horse but she was still galloping like one.

Eventually she reaches The Crystal Forest of Enchanted Souls and Anal Sex. She looks around at the entrance of the forest. "Gahh my memaw used to tell me stories of this forest.." She shakes with fear. "Should I go in? I-its kinda giving 0% fluffy hair.. Well I am a sigma boy. BAKAAA!" She begins her journey. Prancing down the stone path.

The air was airy with hints of air. The leaves on the trees shook with the air. Ellen drank the air as she sped through the forest. Coming apon a fork in the road she began to sob uncontrollably because she was gonna die if she didn't get her skibidi slicers. Then as if the wind whispered to her she heard "Queen never cry 💜". Her face went stone and her tears dried up, she looked like the bold glamour filter. She was locked in and ready to mew. She then heard another whisper through the wind "Go left skank" so she went right, cause she was chronically stupid.

Going down the wrong- I mean RIGHT path (haha get it?) She galloped down the right path until she made it to a clearing, where she realized there was a village. She sprinted to the little village. "Does anypony know where I can get some skibidi slicers!?" The other ponies looked at her like she was psychotic. "SHHHHH" They said all in unison. But.. It was to late the sun exploded and dark clouds rolled in, enveloping the village in darkness. All the ponies were silent. And from the clouds I came. All over the land was covered in white- (just kidding)

A presence beamed down through the darkness and stood in front of Ellen. "I heard you were looking for skibidi slicers?" It was THE skibidi toilet. "Yes! I need skibidi slicers" Ellen said, hopeful he could help. "Yes, yes I know what you need my child but first.. You must complete four tasks.." Skibidi toilet spoke mysteriously. "Yes I'll do anything!" Ellen was overjoyed.

"First you must find the bucket.. It holds secrets that you'll never know.

Second you must bring me the purest mouthwash on earth..

Fall through a porta-potty

And finally you'll need to slay the super computer that controls the land. Then you may come back to me for your skibidi slicers."

"That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard I'm gonna die before I even do half of that." Ellen look angry. "Well maybe you should take the right path next time skank!"

To be continued....

[definitelynotshouting]

OUGHHH sorry to be on anon, I need to make a proper tumblr to talk to people in hermitblr but currently I only have a sideblog and am not gonna expose my ten year old main aklsdjhfdklas, but I am the author of the romeo and juliet au tysm you made my heart grow warm and fuzzy and then explode I've never seen my fic mentioned out in te wild before <33333

to fuel ur theatre au brainworms, in the romeo and juliet au: mercutio is bdubs + benvolio is cleo, and jimmy and joel are sampson and gregory (two capulets from the start of the play they're such dumbasses my absolute beloveds), so we've got the design philosophy of the montagues and the capulets mirroring the aesthetics of the family and the bad boysss. (I never came up with a design for bad boy!Ren when he steps in as Tybalt instead of Grian during show week but I feel it's not too hard to imagine hehe)

but also (separately from that au, because I saw other talk of the life series and theatre and plays on ur blog) I constantly think about the life series as a greek tragedy, specifically in relation to the purpose of the series' inevitable tragedy being catharsis for the watchers (with the watchers also being literally the viewers). we love to see them suffer!!! but there's also a bunch of politics surrounding greek tragedies that Plato and Aristotle had discourse about that you can rope into it and tldr; my understanding is catharsis was Aristotle's answer to Plato's concern that tragedies' emotive affect could encourage rebellion against the state, with Aristotle saying that instead the cycle of pity and fear and eventual catharsis felt by the audience has a "purifying" effect that's like an emotional release from those emotions instead. Then with the extra layer of lore the fandom has surrounding Grian running away from the watchers, if Grian designs the life games, to the end of sating the watchers' need to emotionally feed (thank you Martyn for that piece of lore I'm stealing it jkfhdsk), the purpose of the games could be the cleansing of the watchers' discomfort with him running away and being a player and maintaining the status quo where Grian is actually the one in control !!!! even if he makes himself suffer. also different characters "curses" as their harmatia!! And, if we interpret the watchers as a fictional force AND the viewers simultaneously, then the chorus could absolutely be watchers who are vocal in the fandom - removed from the "players" (and OH how I love the dual meaning of minecraft players and players as in actors) but providing additional commentary and insight into what's happening that further feeds the emotional experience of the audience !!

alsooooo if you don't know the show "& Juliet" scar and grian are ALSO romeo and juliet in that to me, it's their last life/early double life era </3

theatre theatre theatre theatre theatre theatre theatre theatre

YOOOOOOOOO HELLO OP YOUR FIC IS AMAZING AND IM GLAD I COULD REC IT BC IT DESERVES RECOGNIZED!!!!! Also all of this is AMAZING im so obsessed with bdubs being mercutio and cleo being benvolio. Thats incredible like HELLO????? based choices tbh thats so fun

Also super obsessed with the meta of plays feeding into the watcher canon (and im STILL not over martyn somehow accidentally canonizing a key element of my au, this is insane, i came up with the idea for watchers feeding on player emotions in SEPTEMBER OF LAST YEAR), thats so fucking neat, i love a good tragedy OUGHHHHH its so compelling.

Also no worries about being on anon!!!! I did that too before i finally cleaned up my main blog so all the posts were privated, and then changed my url to match this one so ppl would recognize me WHEEEEEZE. Smth that helped me was tagging my own sideblog in anon asks i sent, so ppl would know it was me, and i'd get the notif when it got answered. Ofc you might not be comfortable linking your sideblog, but if you ever made one you wanted to sign off with, thats the option i used for a while before using mass post editor to private my entire main blog!!!!

theatre theatre theatre!!! Your ideas are SO pog and cool my dude feel free to ramble to me any time :]

[yacinthemorning]

Froggy Prince

Summary: A mishap involving tea and potions leads to Tango turning into the frog of his dreams. Now they need to figure out how to turn him back, but Tango isn't too fond of Shelby's method...

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (romantic), Tango & Shelby (friendship)

Warnings: Temporary Death

Author Notes: This was based on an idea by @pixie-mage!

What exactly went wrong she was unsure. Shelby only turned around just in time to watch Tango down half his tea, before an acid green fog burst around his form. She shrieked, dropping her tray of pastries to run to her apprentice’s side. “Oh, Tango! No!” The fog was blown away by the brim of her hat, but there was no longer a Tango in his chair. “Tango?” She cried.

“Ugh, Master Shrubs?” Tango croaked quietly from… somewhere. 

Part of Shelby relaxed – thank Joel he hadn’t exploded! – before a new panic set in. Her head whipped around as she called out with tears in her eyes. “Tango? Where are you? Oh no, are you a ghost? Are you part of The Fog now? Oh, I’m so sorry Tango, I’m so sorry-”

“I’m… I’m down here…”

Shelby paused, and looked down. The first thing visible was her shattered teacup. It was, of course, one of her favourite cups. Little porcelain black kittens lay broken, viciously severed from their brooms, drowning in a miserable red sea. Her very last bag of rose tea…

And then- splat! A little blue webbed foot splashed into the spilled tea, followed by a tiny yelp. Frogs and toads were no strange sight in Shelby’s home, but she had never seen one so toxically vibrant. navy limbs turned to an electric cyan, speckled white and matched by piercing eyes. “Shubble!” It squeaked in an oddly familiar voice.

They stared at one another. And stared. And stared. Finally, her mind’s dial-up connected. Shelby gasped. “Tango!” Immediately she grabbed for him, and he instinctively leapt up out of the way. The little frog landed on her collar with a surprised croak.

“Wha- what happened? What’s going on?” He asked as she collected him, holding him in front of her face so they could see eye to eye. “You got giant!”

“You got tiny.” She corrected. “And amphibious!”

Tango gasped, “I’m tiny?” He tried to stand, but fell backwards, rolling onto his back. Long froggy legs flailed out, which caused him to gasp once again. “And amp-amphibious!” 

“You are!”

“Oh. Oh!” He fumbled around, taking his new form in. “I am! I’m tiny and amphibious!” Awe seeped into his tone, fear easing away into a wide grin. “I’m adorable!”

“You are!” Shelby agreed, standing up. “But what happened? And what are we going to do?” Arms stretched out so Tango could hop onto the table. He hopped up besides the teapot, watching curiously as Shelby lifted it up and took a sniff. Her brow knit together. “Oh no…” 

“Oh no?”

“When I was making potions and tea I think I put the toadstool in the wrong brew.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” Tango folded his little froggy arms. Shelby wished she had a tiny top hat and cane to give him. He tilted his head to the side. “… Does it?”

She nodded. “Yeah, it definitely does.”

“Then I guess I’m a frog now.” He shrugged. The grin returned. With only a brief glance to examine his legs he reared back and jumped. It cleared Shelby with ease, the witch having to crane her neck to watch Tango fly through the air. He landed atop a shelf but only stayed long enough to leap again to a chair. 

Shelby watched him ping-pong around the room until she began to feel dizzy. With a frustrated huff she threw her hands out into his path, “Okay, calm down mister!” She chastised, to which he only snickered. “That’s very cool and all, but this is really bad!”

“What? What’s so bad about this? It’s great!” He cheered, wiggling out of her grip. Something in his eyes went off, like a light bulb. Out of nowhere a long pink tongue shot out towards the table, and suddenly a blueberry from the tarts she spent all morning preparing for her apprentice was in the little frog’s mouth instead. It was as big as his eye. Whatever he tried to say around it was muffled beyond comprehension, but Shelby could tell he was elated.

“First of all, ew, don’t do that.” She grumbled, placing a hand between him and her poor tarts. “Second of all, what if it’s permanent? How are you going to do magic? Or redstone?”

Tango rubbed his little frog chin, interrupted by an involuntary croak. “Hm… You do have a point. As always, of course, wise master. But what do we do?”

Shelby wrung her hands in thought, glancing around her room for some sort of inspiration. There were many books on her shelf, but they were mostly plant indexes, as all her potions were personal concoctions, a little different every time. Maybe there was some information in one of her bestiaries? Or maybe she could craft a spell? She could try that…

Shelby turned to Tango, who had his white-freckled back to her as he also searched the room. Wand raised high she called forth all the magic within her, muttering incantations that were definitely an ancient language probably maybe. 

He turned. “Master Shrubs?”

“Chebubble-shabobble, alakazoo, Tangus-icatorus, de-frogify you!” 

There was sparks, and a squeak, and then a nagging burst of colourful stars. 

Tango was gone. Shelby’s communicator beeped.

Tango went off with a bang. 

“… Oops?” She laughed nervously. Well, at least they knew he had the health of a frog, too…

Tango: Uuuh, Master Shrubs? I don’t think that worked.

Shubble: I’m on my way! Where are you?

Tango: Tumble Town.

Shelby packed up her things, grabbing her broom and food. A shulker was filled with potions, and a second was filled with ingredients and any books that might possibly have helpful information. With a determined nod she set off for Tumble Town.

Five seconds later she landed once again, racing back into her hut and collecting both her and her apprentice’s hats. With a determined nod she set off for Tumble Town.

Five minutes later Shelby dove over a bright cloudy wall down into the dusty western landscape below. At first, she searched for what would have been a very easy-to-spot blue blazeborn running about, before she remembered he would be far too small to see from the skies. It was rare for her to visit, she barely knew which building was what, or which had a bed. To make things worse the town had doubled, maybe even tripled, its infrastructure since she was last there.

Shelby landed atop a very nice train to pull her communicator out.

Shubble: I’m here, where are you?

Tango: I see you! Turn to the left, look for the building with the big ‘R.’

“Why hello there, are you having troubles, ma’am?”

Shelby shrieked, sending a bolt of magic down at the talking train. It burst against the roof, just barely missing a shocked face as it ducked out of the way.

Scar’s head nervously popped back up, a sheepish grin on his face. “Hey, now, that’s dangerous you know!”

“Oh, oh I’m so sorry. You scared the bejeebus out of me.” Shelby gasped for breath.

“No, no, it’s fine, I get that reaction all the time.” He dismissed as he crawled up onto the top of the train with her. “But I couldn’t help notice the conversation in chat. You and Tango seem to be having quite a time.”

“Yes, he’s my apprentice!” She declared proudly, tipping her hat to him. Then, she deflated. “But I kinda messed up some of my brews and now he’s, well, tiny and amphibious.”

Scar leaned forward. “Tiny and amphibious, you say?”

“Yes. And adorable.”

“Well, of course.”

“And dying doesn’t seem to have cured it, so now I’m looking for him.”

“Oh, well, then it’s your lucky day! Scar the Tumble Town tour guide at your service!” Scar backed up so he could bow deeply, holding out his sheriff’s hat, before he stood back up and looked around. “If it’s a Tango of the Tek variety you’re looking for, then he should be at the ranch.”

Shelby nodded, following Scar off the train. “Ranch, right, of course.” She paused. “Um, what ranch, exactly?”

“Why the one Jimmy rebuilt for him, right over there.” He pointed his cane in the direction he was leading. There was, indeed, a tower with a small pen beside it and a large ‘R’ as Tango had described. It was modest, and only a bit confused, placed off in the corner. 

“Rebuilt?” She asked in confusion.

“Well I burnt down the original.”

“Oh…”

“And Grian burnt down the replacement.”

“I see…” 

“So when Jimmy found out Tango was here on a server with no fire tick he rebuilt it for him to stay in! Isn’t that just the sweetest thing?”

“Mhm,” Shelby nodded in agreement, still a bit concerned. Then it clicked. “Oh! You mean in that life game?”

“Yes, yes, of course!” Scar sang. “Tango and Jimmy were soulmates in the last one, you see. Absolutely saccharine, they were.”

“So I’ve heard.” Shelby giggled. It was a shame Tango always changed the subject when he caught himself. It was nice to see him so happy.

Hopping up and down in front of the door to the rebuilt ranch was Tango, still in all his froggy glory. “Master Shrubs! Scar!” He cheered. “My heroes!”

“Be careful, the desert’s no place for a frog.” Shelby warned, ushering them all into the shade of the ranch’s first floor.

Scar crouched down beside Tango, examining his friend’s new form. “Oh my, Miss Shubble was right. You’re so tiny and amphibious.”

“I am, I am!” Tango seemed almost proud. “Man, though, you were right. It’s a real pain to get around and do stuff as a frog.”

“We gotta figure out how to turn you back.” She agreed. Out came her shulkers to create a temporary brewing set-up.

Scar hummed. “You’re looking for a cure? Perhaps I could be of assistance, I know a bit of magic myself.”

“Would you? Oh, that’d be great. I don’t even know what was in the brew he drank!”

“Absolutely, I’ll help in any way I can.”

So, they brainstormed. Books open and ingredients laid out, they at least figured out what was most likely the original concoction. 

The longer Tango was stuck, the more obvious the downsides of being a frog became, until he was whining in frustration at his redstone box. “Why don’t they make frog-sized comparators?” He cried as he slipped down to the floor.

“Oh, I think I have an idea!” Scar suddenly declared.

Tango immediately hopped onto his head, far too eager. “What is it?”

“Well, as it happens, I have an extensive knowledge of fairytales in particular, and there happens to be one tale with quite a similar situation.”

Shelby gasped, clapping her hands with excitement. “Oh, of course! Fairytales works very similar to lore magic. And There’s nothing more powerful than lore magic on this server!”

“Exactly!”

“So then, the cure to this is…?” Tango seemed utterly lost.

Both Shelby and Scar turned to him excitedly, declaring in sync, “True love’s kiss!” 

“Huh?”

Scar threw out his hands in a grand gesture. “True love’s kiss, Tango! It can turn a frog into a prince!”

“But I’m not a prince!” He laughed.

“Not yet, but you could be.”

“And someone would have to kiss me.” 

“Not just any kiss.” Shelby’s finger wagged. “True love’s kiss. It has to be someone who loves you.”

“Yeah, well that just makes it even harder.” Tango leapt between them and plopped down onto his froggy bottom, folding his arms. “Who would want to kiss me, anyways? I'm just a sad little blazefrog.”

Shelby placed her thumb to her chin. Someone who loved Tango, who he could be a prince for… Well, there was exactly one person with her, admittedly limited, knowledge that came to mind. And he even lived quite close by. “What about Jimmy?” She asked.

Tango froze, his froggy face distorting into a Picasso for a brief moment, before he sputtered out. “Wh-what? What?” Shelby didn’t know frogs even could blush.

Scar snapped his fingers. “Jimmy, of course! It’s perfect.” 

“No- no! It’s not perfect! Why Jimmy!” Tango stumbled over both his words and feet in his rush to stand.

Shelby helped him, holding him up by his hands until he could untangle his legs. “You’re soulmates, aren’t you? What’s one more kiss? I’m sure he’ll be fine with the slime.”

“No, we- we aren’t-! I mean, it’s not like-” Tango seemed to crack, and all at once the panic seemed to loop in on itself and die. He spun around, hopping off towards the ladder. “You know what, being a frog doesn’t sound half bad. I’m just gonna, I’m gonna go make things frog-accessibilificated.”

“Tango?”

But he ignored her, hopping up onto the first step like a puppy trying to climb the stairs for the first time. His attempt to reach the second ended with him splatting against the floor. Still, he got up while grumbling to himself and tried again.

Splat.

Scar scooted up beside her, nudging her shoulder until she leaned in. “I'm not sure it was ever like that before they died.” He whispered, with an almost apologetic look on his face.

Shelby stared at him, dumbfounded. Tango either didn’t hear or was ignoring them, continuing his futile ascent.

Splat.

Well, that just did not compute. 

“Then… Then that’s even better, right?” Shelby suggested.

Splat?

Both boys turned to her.

“I mean, the only thing more powerful than true love’s kiss is true love’s first kiss.” She nodded proudly. It was almost guaranteed to work.

Tango slumped against the ladder. “Shubble- that’s not…” He flopped to the floor with a groan, his whole body turning red as he rolled in the dirt. A colour changing frog! Perhaps because of his flames? Shelby took the short spout of blubbering as a chance to jot it down in her notes. Scar gently lifted Tango and brought him back to their setup in the middle of his floor. It took several deep breaths for Tango to pull himself back together. “Me and Jimbo, we’re buddies! Ranchers. He doesn’t- I mean, if I was gonna try kissing Jimmy, then I might as well try it on Scar here, y’know?” 

Scar placed a hand over his heart, “Well I’m very flattered, Tango, but I don’t really feel that way towards you.”

“You see!”

Shelby raised an eyebrow. “That’s a totally different person.”

 “I- I mean, besides. Jimmy and I aren’t even that close.” The little frog threw up his hands as his skin went back to blue, and he began to hop back and forth. “I mean we were soulmates and all that, but that was barely a month! And it was very stressful circumstantials, you know? So it was sorta like, like he had to get along with me then, y’know?" He paused briefly, rubbing the side of his head with his webbed hand. "And it’s not like I was really a great soulmate or anything. And then it's like "poof" and then we're back to our own servers, y'know?” 

“Oh, Tango.” Shelby sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“So, you-? Okay, so maybe, uh…” The pacing slowed, until Tango stumbled to a complete stop beside her knee, slouching down. She picked him up under his arms, holding up the miserable rag of a frog at eye level. He looked anywhere but at her. “Yeah, so yeah. Like, even if, maybe even if… pfft, I mean it’d be pretty weird and lame if it worked at this point even if, right? Kinda pathetic, really.” He let out a poorly faked laugh with a full body shrug. “I mean what sort of loser would still love someone they haven’t even talked to in four months? I mean- hypothetically, if they did to begin with. Which I- they totally didn't. Definitely wouldn’t work. No point in trying.”

His whole body was attempting to liquefy in her grip, little hands sadly plapping against her arm. Scar and Shelby glanced at one another, then Scar winked and got up.

“Then I guess we’ll have to look for some other method.” Shelby said, placing him in her overalls’ front pocket. “Let’s look over the ingredients again, maybe there’s something we missed.”

“Yeah… Yeah.” Tango shook his head and slapped his face. “Okay.”

The two brewed all sorts of concoctions, burning through their supplies. Shelby continued to glance out the entrance while Tango insisted on mixing the ingredients himself, thinking perhaps that might do something. 

A thought occurred.

“You’re a blazeborn, aren’t you?”

“I’m a froggy!” Tango said, then laughed as she booped him over the head with her stirring spoon. “Yeah, why?”

“What if we… If the tea I made before was a transformation tea, and it turned you into a frog because of the toadstool… Then what if we try making it with a blaze rod instead?”

“Oh… Oh, you’re a genius, Master Shrubs!”

“The question is, how do you make tea from a blaze rod?”

They both paused, looking at their brewing stand. Technically, all their brews were made with a blaze rod, and there weren’t many left. Maybe they should powder it? Tango hopped into the shulker, rummaging through until he popped out with a red bulb. “What about this? If we replaced the toadstool with netherwort, and then placed the blaze rod directly into the brew to boil it so it disintegrates into the tea!”

“Both are from the nether, makes sense to me.” She shrugged. If it didn’t work it didn’t work.

And so they had netherwort-blaze rod-rose tea. It smelled utterly putrid, but no one said a witch’s brew would smell good. Hesitantly, Tango took a sip. From the way his face contorted it tasted just as bad, but he bravely drank as much as his tiny frog body could. 

Nothing happened.

She pouted. “Well, that was a bust. What next-”

“Hellooo, I’m back.”

“Uh, howdy?”

Shelby grinned. Tango froze. Before he could reboot and jump away she grabbed him in a tight grip, then spun around to welcome their guests. Jimmy stood beside Scar, full sheriff garb, and a shulker under his arm. Scar stood beside him, a hand on his back and a proud smirk on his face.

“Hello, Jimmy!”

“Scar said you and Tango needed some help? I don’t do much potiony things, but I brought all the ingredients I could find.” He glanced around, eyebrows furrowed. “What’s this about? Where’s my rancher?”

A meep came from her hands. Shelby laughed, holding Tango out. “Funny you should ask.”

“Uh, hi.” Tango waved his webbed hand nervously.

Jimmy blinked. “… Tango?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my gosh…”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my gosh, you’re tiny!”

“I’m tiny.”

“And amphibious!”

Scar nodded, “Definitely amphibious.”

“And… adorable!”

Tango squeaked, but Shelby only held him up higher. “Very adorable.”

“What… what happened?” He mumbled, eyeing Tango like a kid who hadn’t yet gotten permission to pet a stranger’s dog. Shelby could see his hand twitching at his side before he grabbed them to hold them still.

“There was a bit of a mix up at lunch, unfortunately.” She explained, doing her best to keep Tango from running. Thankfully, he had turned into a creature without teeth or claws. “But you’re just in time to help us fix it!”

Jimmy finally dragged his gaze away from Tango. “Me? I mean of course, but what can I do?”

“Well, you see, we aren’t quite sure how to cure him, but we’ve got a bit of a theory.” Scar drawled, resting a hand on the sheriff’s shoulder. “And you can help us test it out.”

Jimmy nodded enthusiastically. “Anything to help my rancher buddy. What do I do?”

Shelby held Tango up. “Kiss him.”

If sheriffing didn’t pan out for Jimmy, he would make a remarkable living statue. In fact, after ten solid seconds of Shelby being unsure if the man straight up died on his feet, he only broke character to turn tomato red. “Wh-Wot?”

Scar explained. “In fairytales, true love’s kiss can turn a cursed frog into a handsome prince. And with all the lore magic around here we figured maybe that would work!”

“Uh, uh-huh…” Jimmy had gone horse, now unable to quite look at Tango. One of his hands had risen to his chest, fiddling with the edge of his vest, while the other rubbed his elbow comfortingly. “S-so, you think someone needs to kiss. Him.”

“Someone who loves him, yes.” Scar agreed.

Jimmy sputtered again, before he gave up trying to speak entirely. Shelby could see his brain running a million miles an hour, face occasionally growing darker as his eyes darted about. “What… And that will for sure work? If I kiss… Kiss him?”

“Well, there’s no guarantee." She shyly admitted in a whisper of a voice. Tango noticeably tensed. "But you gotta at least try and shoot your shot, right?”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Shelby gasped as Tango finally wiggled his way out of her grip. He plopped to the floor and quickly leapt out of the way before he could be grabbed again. He reoriented himself, his glare only somewhat dampened by the red colour he was now turning. “Look, Jimmy, don’t listen to them. If you’re… You don’t have to do that.”

Jimmy paused, and she could see him chewing the inside of his cheek. “But how will you-”

“They don’t even know if it’ll work! It most likely won't, it's just silly. We’ll find another way, don’t worry about me.”

The room fell silent, if only for a moment. Jimmy’s wings slumped, refusing to look anyone in the eye, then straightened back up. “I’ll do it.”

“You will?” Shelby asked, trying not to sound too elated.

Tango hopped forward. “Jimmy-”

“No harm in trying, right? Might as well before you waste any more potion ingredients.” Jimmy looked away, but held out his hands for the frogified man to hop into. There was a determined, almost curious look in his eye. “Gotta at least try and help my rancher.”

Tango hesitated, looking first to Shelby, who nodded encouragingly, then Scar, who backed away from Jimmy’s side. With a deep sigh he leapt up into his soulmate’s palms. “Alright, then.”

At first Jimmy seemed to freeze once again, now that Tango was actually in his grasp. Tango certainly made no move to encourage the other forward, just as stiff. Several seconds past, both looking like deer in headlights. Well, at least Shelby now knew why nothing ever happened. Then, almost painfully slowly, Jimmy began to raise Tango towards his face. 

Shelby felt her body tense in anticipation, unsure if she should look away for their privacy, or monitor for Tango. 

Tango made a few small stumbling steps to the edge of Jimmy’s palms, leaning out. Jimmy nervously side glanced at them. Then, he closed his eyes, leaned forward, and-

Poof!

The room filled with a magical blue haze, which swiftly imploded back into a humanoid shape, tail first whipping free before the rest was released from its hazy grasp.

Where a frog once was, now stood Tango, eyes too-tightly close and mouth held nervously stiff, Jimmy’s hand laid on his upper arms, Jimmy himself staring stunned maybe only an inch from his face. The blazeborn’s eye blinked open in confusion, then blinked again, squinted at Jimmy, then gasped as he jerked back. The sudden movement seemed to snap Jimmy out of his daze, and he too let go of his rancher to back away.

“I’m… I’m back?” Tango squeaked, face still red. He patted himself down. “I’m back!”

It was Jimmy’s turn to blink dumbly. “But… how? I didn’t…”

They didn't?

Then, it clicked.

“Oh!” Shelby smacked the side of her head. “Oh, the tea must have finally kicked in!”

“What?”

“The netherwort-blaze rod-rose tea! You drank so little of it cause you were so tiny, it must have needed a bit to actually take effect!”

It took several moments for the information to settle into everyone’s brain.

Jimmy slumped over a bit, seemed caught between several emotions, “A-ah. I see. Yeah, that- that probably makes sense.”

“Oh.” Was all Tango could say.

Scar clapped his hands together. “Well, that solves that. Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah… Yeah, and now we have both a brew for frogification and de-frogification, too!” Tango laughed, rubbing the back of his head. He was hunched over slightly, swerving his head around until he spotted his apprentice hat. Swiftly, faster than Shelby could even follow, he snatched up the big floppy hat and slammed it down on his head, pulling the brim low until none of his face was visible. “So, uh, problem solved, I guess! Time to get back to training. Sorry for- for bothering you guys!”

With that he was out the entrance. He paused a few steps off, most likely realizing he was missing an elytra, before he full-speed bolted towards the nether portal instead.

Jimmy still stood a bit stunned in the middle of the room, gaping like a fish, before he too pulled up his hat. “Uh, yeah. Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” He muttered. “You can, um, you can keep the ingredients I brought. Like I said, I don't really use them.” 

Shelby smiled, and rubbed his shoulder. “Thank you anyways, Jimmy.”

The three finished gathering up her stuff and cleaning up the mess she and Tango had made. Part way through she got a whisper from Tango, who had realized he left everything behind and apologized profusely. Oh, she had taken on an even bigger disaster of an apprentice than she first thought. Shelby told him it was okay and to just clean up the mess they made of lunch instead.

“That’s the last of it, I reckon.” Jimmy said, a little bit more back to earth now as he dusted off his hands proudly.

“Thanks again for the help, you two.” Shelby nodded. “I’ll try to be more careful in the future.”

“Fat chance of that!” He snickered, joined by Scar. Shelby stuck her tongue out at them before pulling out her broom.

“Oh!” She paused, turning back to Jimmy. “By the way, Jimmy?”

“Yeah?”

“A prince doesn’t have to be a frog before you can kiss them, you know.”

He squeaked, blush creeping back onto his face as his wings curled around him. Behind him, Scar covered his face before his laugh could escape.

She let out a cackle as she floated up into the air, calling out one last time before she departed for good. “Come visit the swamp for tea any time you like, Sheriff!”