You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons.
Jason? Aware of none of this.
He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout.
Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen.
“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.”
No wonder Aemond only has like three outfits. Fella is skint, absolutely brassic, doesn't have two half pennies to rub together under the crushing weight of Vhagar’s food bill.
I know Tommy is technically friends with Chimney and worked with everyone except Buck and Eddie, but I'd love it if Tommy just like... retroactively takes Buck's side in every past trauma Buck has had where he didn't have anyone truly on his side.
Aka Tommy being like "Chimney PUNCHED you?! They laughed when they found out your Therapist had SEX with you during a session!!? He called YOU exhausting??!"
Some fantasy traveler inventory details (like what they would carry in their bags), based on two of the recent costumes I did.. love finding random little scraps and items and putting them together lol
Stabby the space roomba with its flock of Stablets traversing a ship on its annual revolution to scan for changes in the ships structure becoming a holiday and the Stablets each getting decorated by a different department. Ships send videos of their Stabby day parade and brag about their ships "flock" achievements.
"COMMANDER Stabbys engineering department Stablet has just taken the rank of head engineer after getting in a sneak attack with a mounted toothpick during coffee break. We're all so proud"
Brags get a little out of hand. Stabby day begins to be celebrated beyond just one fleet. Flags are made, people take half days at work to watch the parade. Aliens are more confused than ever.
Y'all I have to tell you, every time I see the term "Pyre" used as a name for blazeborn family units (like "flock" for avians), I do a little happy dance. I came up with it for a friend's Rancher fic like two years ago by now and I keep seeing it pop up in new Tango fics, and I friggin' LOVE IT. Keep it up guys, you're making my little worldbuilding heart so damn happy 🥰
What do y’know, another de-aged Danny. And another Danny with Talons. Only this time he’s found by a specific Talon. A very old Talon who is a very dramatic bastard. A very dramatic bastard who half grew up in a circus as a knife juggler and thrower.
One Elder Talon William Cobb, has now acquired a Hatchling. Along with his fledgling Gray Son who keeps trying to peer at the small not-quite Talon. Why he gets this sensation to not tell the Court, he isn’t quite sure, but his instincts have never driven him wrong before.
Now if only the bats would stop chasing them while his flock are trying to search for a nesting spot…
It's going to be hilarious when we find out that Nicklas Backstrom only said he was stepping away from hockey because he wanted to concentrate fully on destroying the 2023 Gavle Goat.