#Big deadly golden retriever energy

[imagine-darksiders]

In Eden's Heir, Strife's crush comes out in full when he goes into his Anarchy form.

#darksiders #darksiders genesis #War #Strife #Reader #Y/n #Doodles #monster x reader #fluff #Big deadly golden retriever energy #Bride Reader

[evillillad]

idk the logistics of tattooing on fur but just hear me out

#welcome home #welcome home oc #doodle #nina noon #punk mob au my beloved #love me some good crust punks <3 #shes very mean but she has a big heart for her fambily #especially her ‘pet’ wink ;o) #its molly mollys the pet shes very golden retriever energy in punk mob #less sad more goofs but still kinda sad #i also need to dive into her venom too cuz she has it in every version but the effects and potency depends on the version #this one def got some deadly shit goin on #regular mob got more….aphrodisiac/zombie affect #and normal kinda just tingles lol #ok anyway im going to bed honk shoo mimimi

[wandagcre]

What about Sam having a hyper energy golden retriever gf??

sam with a hyper golden retriever girlfriend

(gif not mine, credits to who owns them)

OH BOY. you weren't only a sunshine for sam but fueled with an unmatched high energy, you were basically a deadly combination for her

deadly in a way where sam sometimes can't keep up with you BUT tries hard to do so because she absolutely adores how you light up the room! she refuses to make you uncomfortable or ashamed in any way <3

it's like, she's sleepy? but you're still rambling and tugging on her arm? NOT ANYMORE. you can see sam fighting it off and you give a hearty chuckle because she's reaaally close to dozing off she looks so silly you can barely see her pretty brown eyes anymore 🥺

seriously, sam can't remember the last time someone made her smile this MUCH. all of her facial muscles are working overtime whenever she's around you!! it's so infectious it warms her heart ;(

texts between you two are the funniest 😭

sam: Good Morning ☺️❤️

you: OH MY GOD

you: the absolute love of my freaking life.

you: my precious girlfriend. finally you have graced me with your existence. i could not be anymore glad about this thank you, thank you 🥰

sam: We have been dating for 2 years now? And I'm coming to your house later BTW

you: your point????

sam: Ha. I love you, silly goose :,) 💐

[also you: had been bombing her notifs over cute pictures and videos for the past hour and sam will check them religiously and react one by one on her free time, ASAP]

would kill (considers it in literal sense) if someone was responsible for your mood drop in an instant. sam is worried and already beside you to try and comfort you because?? who dares to disrupt your sunshine self?? it's equivalent to kicking a cute puppy for her!

keeps you away from energy or any caffeinated drinks 😭 besides that it was a death sentence given your nature, she'll insist how they're super unhealthy and you're shocked that sam's literally listing all of the cons of it - you're surprised why she is ranting about your kidneys and all? 😭

AND YOUR PUPPY EYES? no, sam will not cave in. (sam totally would) (she will end up doing a deal with you to balance things up)

in return, she'll check on your daily water intake because that's more replenishing for your body

LOVES YOUR BIG GESTURES. the way you talk with your limbs involved and all the sound effects, it's pleasing to her honestly sam has never seen someone look so endearing and highly entertaining of a storyteller as you are

you probably see the goodness in people and tries so hard to understand that and sam admires you so sooo much for that ;( literally, you're her angel

she probably has you saved on her contacts as "(y/n/n) ☀️🥰🐶"

and that trait of yours probably what made sam to be at ease with you. usually she's closed off but even with you knowing the truth about her life, how she had this grim upbringing, you just sat there soaking all the information up with attentive eyes and comforting touch on her hand

sam doesn't expect that it will lead to an eventual romantic relationship between you two or how your soothing presence has made her try her hardest to open up more and more to you!! ;(

and what she likes is that you match your words with actions. whether it's good or bad, she loves the transparency and honesty. it proves that you're not faking anything. sam thinks that's rare to have these days and you being like that? makes her love you so sooo much even more ;((

like literally, it's 3/4 core four + you on the top of her list oh my goddd

sam would be surprised at your bursts of energetic moments especially in public for the first time, sometimes even later on, but embarrassed? never! it's new to her and you're just there beaming and not caring about what others think. she thinks you're the cutest for that!! <333

#gg.answers #sam carpenter x reader #headcanons #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #scream vi #anon #request

[choiceofgames]

New game! On the Run: Rogue Heroes, by Alyssa N. Vaughn.

We’re proud to announce that On the Run: Rogue Heroes, the latest in our popular “Choice of Games” line of multiple-choice interactive-fiction games, is now available for Steam, Android, and on iOS in the "Choice of Games" app.

On the Run: Rogue Heroes is 33% off until March 28th! 

Awaken your powers and save your friends! Uncover the secrets that the military has been hiding about Activated people, about your family, and about you.

On the Run: Rogue Heroes is an interactive teenage-superpower novel by Alyssa N. Vaughn. It’s entirely text-based, 200,000 words and hundreds of choices, without graphics or sound effects, and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

For decades, everyone with special powers like super-strength or flight has been forced into lifelong conscription in W.I.N.G.S.: the Weaponized Individual National Guardian Services. Most of this military branch’s activities are secret—except for the daring exploits of heroes like Ms. Midnight, Phantom Phaeton, and Sergeant Smash.

You and your older sister grew up living with your grandmother, who cared for you, provided for you, and sheltered you from the truth. She knows what they do at W.I.N.G.S., she knows what happened to your parents, and she knows about the deadly genetic disease that you and your sister both carry.

Now, you and your sister have finally Activated your powers, W.I.N.G.S has arrested and conscripted your sister, and you've fled with your grandmother, on the run from psionic government agents with abilities just as powerful as yours.

But you’re not alone! There are people out there trying to fight back against W.I.N.G.S., people who could be your friend—or more than friends. There's Micah, a long-lost friend with shoulder-length locs and a big secret to protect. Alex, a pickpocket/con-artist has illusion powers and a lot of eye makeup. Then there's Knockout, a vigilante with a red-brown ponytail and homemade costume, including a mask and cape.

While your scrappy little group races against time to save your sister and yourselves, your own powers are growing stronger every day. Outrun cars on the highway with super-speed, pull down telephone poles with your super-strength, let out supersonic cries that can shatter glass—or just turn invisible and sneak away from it all. You’ll need every bit of your power and your smarts as you uncover secrets that could change the lives of every Activated person on earth.

• Play as male, female, or nonbinary; gay, straight, bi, or asexual. • Choose your portfolio of powers: super-strength, super-speed, heightened senses, supersonic shouts, or invisibility! • Befriend or romance a childhood sweetheart, a scrappy con-artist runaway, or a powered vigilante with big golden-retriever energy. • Discover the truth about your family and rebuild your relationship with your long-lost mother—or leave it all behind and seek support only with your friends. • Fight back against the government’s control of Activated people, join their secret organization and become even more powerful yourself, or make peace between opposing factions.

Who will you trust? Who are your parents? Who will you date?

#choiceofgames #choice of games #interactive fiction

[ladybug023]

More Daeron HCs!

(I’m all about the brotherly dynamic of Aemond and Daeron!! .)

He’s the complete opposite of his brothers.

Unlike Aemond, Daeron loves tourneys and jousting.

He has deadly golden retriever energy. Joyful and friendly but don’t fuck with him.

He’s like the Rhaenys to Aemond’s Visenya. He’s the most people person brother. This is his greatest strength.

Tall asf for his age. Taller than both of his brothers. He hit a growth spurt at 13 and is now 6ft and he’s still growing.

At 14 Daeron was already unhorsing men twice his size In jousting matches.

One of the most handsome men in Westeros too. Women practically throw themselves at him. He chooses to be completely oblivious to it.

Both Aegon and Aemond envy him. He’s everything Alicent and Otto wanted them to be.

Aemond sees Daeron as someone he could’ve been if he didn’t lose his eye. But Aemond doesn’t hold it against his little brother. He could never. Especially since Daeron looks up to him.

When Daeron did visit his family for holidays, he always makes time to help his sister with her charity work.

His biggest flaw is that he’s a bit too optimistic and honorable. He always tries to see the good in others. A big example of this is when he always gives his brothers the benefit of the doubt.

After the Luke incident, even Alicent lost faith in Aemond. Daeron was the only one there for Aemond emotionally.

Aemond breaks down to Daeron telling him that he didn’t mean to kill his nephew.

Daeron is always there to pull Aemond back from the darkness and encourage him to not be the one eyed monster that Westeros believes him to be.

Daeron: Show them what I see. Show them the kind and compassionate man I know you are Aemond.

Aemond: I wish I could be that man little brother…but I am afraid he died with Lucerys Velaryon…

Daeron basically became the Green’s PR manager. He knew it was important to win over the love of the small folk.

Especially since now Aemond was seen as a kinslayer and Aegon’s reputation was less than savory.

The reason that the small folk loved the Greens was mostly because of Daeron’s actions.

He wrote and encouraged songs to be sung about Queen Helaena’s beauty and Aegon’s strength.

Daeron did a lot of in charity work and frequented orphanages. He’d take orphans on dragon rides on the back of Tesseron.

He always donated leftovers from the castle to be given to the people in flee bottom.

He basically ran the city while Aegon drank and Aemond went to war.

Daeron commissioned to improve Kingslanding’s buildings and put in a hydro powered sewage system.He wanted to redesign the entire city to look like a mix of Old Town and Old Valyria.

He also knew that it was important that the small folk had jobs to keep them busy and paid.

Otto noticed Daeron’s achievements and named him commander of the city watch.

(I like this idea for him it parallels to Jon’s time leading the crows. Everyone underestimates him because he’s young but he proves himself to be a great leader.)

Daeron went to work stomping out the corruption within the city watch. He had Ser Gwayne as his right hand and together they put a end to child pit fighting (much to Aegon’s annoyance). He also targeted the use of children under the age of 13 in brothels making it illegal.

This really pissed Ser Luther Largent the former corrupt City Watch Commander. He was enraged that he was replaced by a teenage boy. So much so, that one day Luther challenged the Daeron to a duel in front of the entire city.

To everyone’s surprise, Daeron won by slashing his Achilles’ tendon. Watching the 7 foot man fall in agonizing pain.

Daeron demonstrated his mercy by allowing Luther to live but stripped of his rank.

#daeron the daring #daeron targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #helaena targaryen #maris baratheon #team green #alicent hightower #otto hightower

[sarahali199x]

The Animals of the House I Loved Chapter 9-11

9./25 Evert,The guinea pig Warning: Death I had a rabbit, Honey, so my brother wanted a pet as well. It was going to be a guinea pig, a black guinea pig. My brother was a fan of the game Freddy Fish so wanted to call him that first; Freddy Fish the guinea pig. Mum and mooka found this quite strange so in the end it was Evert. He often squeaked, we sometimes let him out of his cage together with Honey. Often on the courtyard, and sometimes in our home. He was also allowed to stay inside during the winter. I woke up once, and the first thing I heard was my brother crying in the courtyard. I don't know why, but I knew right away that Evert had passed away. I went down and unfortunately it was true. He had lived about five years, a good age for a guinea pig. He had lived a nice life with my brother who loved him so much. Maybe Evert is now playing with Honey in the eternal playing fields. 10./25 Rubert, the Dog Warning: Death, Euthanasia, Blood My parents missed a dog. They took one from the shelter. His name was Ronny at first, but they thought that was an ugly name. So, they called him Rubert. He looked like a Welsh Terrier, but his head was more like a Golden Retriever. He was light brown. He was a big dog, but not quite big. He was always very playful and had a lot of energy, too much energy. According to mum and mooka, he didn't go outside enough when he was young, he was not well socialized. He always wanted to play and jumped at people. We suspect that he had been abused. I was about 8 or 9 years old. I often played with Rubert. I'd throw a toy, and he'd bring it back, and then I'd throw it back. The toy was a plushie from me. It was the pokémon 'Togepi' that you could turn inside out, turning it into a pokéball. I played with Rubert, but the problem was that Rubert didn't know his own strength, so he accidentally bit my hand until it bled. Mooka went for a walk with Rubert. A posh woman who always spoke French and wore an expensive fur coat walked with her husband. Rubert apparently wanted to play, because he just jumped the woman and playfully bit her coat. The woman was shocked, and mooka pulled Rubert's leash and held it close to herself. The woman immediately called the police, and complained that a part of her coat was missing. According to mooka, there was only some saliva on it. The man liked mum and mooka, but the woman wanted to do nothing with us. Whenever she passed our house she said to her husband "Ç'est sale ici." meaning: "It's dirty in here." Even if mum or mooka could hear this. Rubert's life was intense and.... short. I don't know what or how it happened but apparently our front door was opened, as well as the door to our hallway and Rubert had escaped. I have no idea if our address was on his collar, but the doorbell rang. A man held Rubert in his arms and asked if it was our dog. It was like we got a dent in our hearts. We thanked the man and immediately took our injured four-legged friend to the vet. Mooka was driving and Mum had Rubert on her lap, he was breathing strangely. The vet put a tube in Rubert's mouth so he could breathe. He examined him and said there was bleeding inside, bruising. His organs were damaged. All he could do was take his pain away and put him to sleep. We all said goodbye to Rubert. We stroked his fur, Rubert fell into a warm deep sleep, forever and ever.

11./25 Lana, the Golden Retriever Warning: Vomit, Drowning, Death, Euthanasia, Animal Abuse I guess I was in 6th grade. Mum and Mooka missed a dog. Our street can be busy at times, we had already lost two dogs to our cosy but deadly street. Yet.... our home, our heart, was empty without a loyal, happy four-legged friend. So we went to a dog nursery, the puppies came from Flanders or the Netherlands and were old enough to go without their mother to live. But maybe it wasn't so ethical after all because later documentaries came out that dog breeders did not always go according to the rules. I was allowed to choose a dog. I saw one dog that was calmer than the rest. She was one of the last one to come to us, but when I went to her, she seemed to like me. I chose her, I suspect she would be obedient as she seemed rather submissive. We bought her and had to give her a name. I thought the blond fur was reminiscent of the letter 'A' (I know this sounds weird) so I thought of the name Lana. And so it was, her name was Lana. As soon as we got home she suddenly had a lot of energy, she even looked like a different dog! Mum and mooka took her to the dog school, where they learned to work with commands and gestures. Because dogs understand gestures better.

The advantage is also that dogs can understand you even if they are deaf. Our sweetheart grew up slowly. I also practised

the gestures and commands with her. Eventually she grew big enough to steal food from the table. Unfortunately. When we ate we always had to be careful that Noel wouldn't take our food, and Lana would always look for food at the edge of the table, especially when we were away she would sometimes steal something. We tried to stop her, but when there were visitors, the aunts and grandmothers always gave something sweet from the table and so Lana learned to beg for food. However, she always had water and we gave her more than enough food, love and walks. I actually didn't mind if she begged, she would lovingly put her head on my lap. It was a pity that she drooled a lot, sometimes there were just wet spots on my pants.

People also said that Lana walked quite feminine, our dog had thin hips and moved her hind legs in a specific way, she put one paw in front of the other and not 'diagonally in front of it' like most dogs. I was about 12 or 14 years old (2006-2008) Star Wars Episode III hadn't come out that long ago and our aunt loaned us that movie on DVD. It was the most hated Star Wars movie up to that point, but I didn't know that, it was the first and only Star Wars movie I'd seen back then and I loved it. I even bought a lightsaber from the toy store and did fake fights with it, on my own. Lana was scared of the lightsaber, I think she was scared of the noise. I was in full puberty and was sometimes a bastard so I went to Lana with the lightsaber until she layed scared on the floor and showed her teeth. In hindsight this was dangerous of me. Animals can sometimes attack, bite when cornered in fear, with fatal consequences. It was mean of me to do this, and I feel a little guilty about it now, poor Lana didn't deserve this. Noel and Lana got along well. They didn't fight, but I don't remember them lying together either. Once something dirty and bizarre happened; Noel vomited and Lana ate it. It was like a car accident, terrible though you can't look away from it. We often threw the ball to play with her. But we always had to stop in time because Lana didn't know her limits. When we went on a trip she sometimes went with us, we let her swim in a pond surrounded by nature, Lana loved water. We went for a walk at the Gavers, not far from our city, and we let her swim. The problem was that the lake was 'held in its shape' by a grid of metal wire under the water. We had already let Lana swim there, so we saw no problem, until Lana suddenly got stuck, mum jumped into the water and searched for her paw. Luckily she was able to pull her paw out, and Lana was saved from drowning, even her paw was fine except for a scratch. I also know that sometimes we went to the sea with Lana. We also swam in the sea, but Lana would bark and swim towards us, and then scratched our backs! She didn't understand what was happening, or she was afraid we would drown. Years passed, I graduated high school, and went to college. As an exchange I went to Japan for 3 months in 2015, I emailed and skyped with my parents regularly, but they hadn't said anything about Lana for a while, so I started to suspect that she had died and that my parents were afraid to say that because being alone in Japan is hard enough as it was. So I started to cry. It wasn't until later that I saw a photo on facebook with Lana on it, proof that she was still alive, that I was so happy! She was going to live for the of another 5 whole happy years!

I had graduated high school, and Lana had become an elderly old woman. We used to be able to throw branches and the ball as far as we wanted, now we always had to do a soft throw because she couldn't run fast anymore. Then, if I threw a branch, I did it gently but one meter forwards. Lana would sometimes look at me asking 'should I grab it?' She now always started barking when I was upstairs and no one was downstairs. One of her eyes had also turned a dull colour, maybe she had become blind in one eye or that eye was severely visually impaired. According to my parents she had also become a bit hard of hearing, because sometimes she did not hear our commands. We used to let her sit before dinner or when we put the leash on her. Now she had trouble sitting so we didn't do that anymore. She was so old that making her sit on purpose would be animal cruelty. She had to take daily medication from the veterinarian, but she started to suffer more and more from all kinds of ailments. They ended up going daily to the vet, but Lana was still wagging her tail, so she was still enjoying her life. One day we went to the vet and she had a weird cough. The vet said this was water in her lungs. 'It's not fun for her, because it seems like she's drowning, she's having trouble breathing,' the vet explained. So it was better to put her to sleep for her suffering to end. It was July 30, 2021.... All three of us had tears in our eyes. We held Lana and stroked her, and the vet gave her an anaesthetic syringe and then a euthanasia syringe. She fell asleep, and she breathed, she also let out a big sigh. She slowly went into her death. At one point the vet said 'now she's dead' but it looked like she was still asleep. Lana, you were with us for a long time, you watched me becoming an adult and I saw you grow up, it was a pleasure to have known you! She was a soft sweet beautiful dog, and who knows we will meet again, in another life, or another world....

#pets #blog #life #love #personal #writing #written #diary #drama #pets of the week #pets care #animal #cute #animals #dog #dogs #cat #cats #guinea pig #guinea love #guinea pic

[sukibeloved]

atla incorrect quotes

part 4

except it’s only the fire nation squad

*while planning to break in somewhere*

ty lee: hey, let’s do “get help!”

mai: what?

ty lee: “get help.”

mai: no

ty lee: c’mon you’ll love it!

mai: i hate it

ty lee: it’s great! works everytime!

mai: it’s humiliating

ty lee: do you have a better plan?

mai: no

ty lee: we’re doing it!

mai: we are not doing the “get help.”

*a minute later*

ty lee, carrying mai: get help! please! she’s dying! help her! *throws mai at guards knocking them out*

ty lee: ahh classic

mai: *gets up* i still hate it. it’s humiliating

ty lee, laughing: not for me it’s not

mai: all of a sudden i got a random burst of energy, and i think it’s my body’s last hurrah before i completely shut down forever

azula: ty lee! what did i tell you about lying

ty lee, looking down: …. that it only works on zuko

azula: you were wise to seek help from the worlds most deadly weapon

azula: it’s me

azula: if you don’t stop talking, i’m going to jump out of that window

mai: we’re on the ground floor

azula: i know but i want a dramatic exit

zuko: mai likes to say “you can be part of the problem or part of the solution” but i like to believe you can be apart of both

zuko: is anyone going to tell me what’s going on here?!

ty lee: it’s kind of complicated but azula-

zuko: got it. forget i asked

azula: well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. it was because shut up. shut up is why

azula: do we have any orange juice left?

mai: *pours the remaining juice into her cup*

mai: sorry we’re all out

azula: have i ever told you that you cook well?

ty lee: awww, no, you haven’t!

azula: so why do you keep cooking?

azula: do you want some tea?

zuko: what are the options?

azula: yes or no

mai: someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment?

ty lee: they’re golden retrievers. they retrieve gold. i did this for us

azula: here is my wall of inspirational people

zuko: is that a picture of you?

azula: yes, i am a big enough person to admit that i am often inspired by myself

#avatar #avatar the last air bender #atla #atla incorrect quotes #avatar incorrect quotes #fire nation #azula #zuko #mai #ty lee #incorrect quotes

[myth-lord]

D&D Madness

My newest list of D&D monsters in my own worldbuilding project (for fun)

There are no more devils and yugoloths in my D&D realms, they are all demons/fiends now. 

Aarakocra - Kenku - Nagpa - Vrock (Corrupted Aarakocra) Abeil (Worker / Soldier / Queen) Aboleth - Chuul (Aboleth Creation) - Cloaker (Aboleth Creation) - Kuo-Toa (Skum) (Aboleth Creation) Ahuizotl Air Elemental - Breathdrinker - Invisible Stalker - Lightning Elemental - Ragewind - Tempest Almiraj ANEMONE - Giant Anemone ANGEL (Most have bizarre otherworldly real-forms, but can shapeshift into winged humanoid to hide it.) - Aasimar (Half-Angel) - Angel of Decay (Undead Angel) - Archon (Hound) - Cherub (Erote) - Deva (Guardian Angel) - Erinyes (Fallen Angel) - Justicator (Extreme Law Angel) - Lillend (Muse) - Planetar (Trumpet Archon) - Solar (Healing Angel) - Valkyrie (Battle Angel) ANIMATED OBJECT - Carrionette (Animated Puppet/Doll) - Helmed Horror (Animated Armor) - Rug of Smothering (Animated Carpet) - Scarecrow - Tome Guardian (Animated Book) - Xaver (Animated Weapon) Ankheg - Craud (Sea Ankheg) - Kruthik (Corrupted Abyssal Ankheg) ANT - Abyss Ant - Giant Ant APE - Barlgura - Dire Ape (King Kong Size) - Girallon Araton (Desert Sand Devil) Arrowhawk - Steelwing Assassin Bug (Like the real-world insect) Assassin Vine - Bloodsipper - Choke Creeper Astral Stalker Aurumvorax Axe Beak (Terror Bird) - Achaierai (Corrupted Abyssal Axe Beak)

Babau (Blood Demon) Baku Balor Basilisk - Behir (Dracolisk) - Frost Salamander (Frost Basilisk) - Id Fiend (Fear Basilisk / Gila Monster) BAT - Eyewing (Small) - Fire Bat - Mobat (Really Big) Bebilith - Retriever BEETLE - Agony Beetle - Bombardier Beetle - Fire Beetle - Hoard Scarab - Siege Beetle - Slicer Beetle (most aggressive) - Water Beetle (mixed with Giant Water Bug) BEHEMOTH (all unique really-big, really-powerful monsters) - Astral Dreadnought - Kraken - Tarrasque Beholder - Eye of the Deep (Aboleth Creation) - Gazer (Very small) - Gorbel (Primitive Beholder) - Nothic (Beholder Creation) - -- Shardsoul Slayer (Phthisic)(Greater Nothic) Belker Black Dragon - Shadow Dragon (Undead Black Dragon) Bladeling (Weapon animates automatically when Bladeling dies) Blink Dog - Cooshee (more nature abilities) - Moon Dog Blue Dragon (Storm Dragon) BOAR - Dire Boar - Fhorge (Corrupted Abyssal Boar) - Tusk Terror (Fey Boar) Bonesnapper (Intelligent smaller T.Rex) Boobrie (Giant Hesperornis) Brown Dragon (Wingless) Bulette Bullywug - Banderhobb (Aberration Bullywug) - Grung (Smaller than Bullywug, but much more powerful, poison) - Hezrou (Pod Demon) (Abyssal Corrupted Bullywug)

Carbuncle CARNIVOROUS PLANT - Giant Sundew - Greenvise - Mantrap Carrion Crawler - Gravecrawler (Undead Crawler) - Rot Grubs (The crawlers young) - Ulgurstasta (Very big intelligent Crawler) CAT - Elven Cat (Cat Sith) - Grimalkin (like the Matagot in Fantastic Beasts) - Luck Eater (Golden cat with golden gem in forehead like Pokemon Persian / Can hover in air like Cheshire Cat) CATTLE - Catoblepas - Gorgon - Rothe Cave Fisher - Avalancher Centaur - Armanite (Corrupted Abyssal Centaur) CENTIPEDE - Adaru (Abyssal Centipede) - Giant Centipede - Megapede - Remorhaz Chasme - Cifal (Can be created with one of the Chasme abilities) Chathrang Chimera (Different look) Choker - Skulk (Choker that can change color of skin, better assassin) Cockatrice - Pyrolisk (Touch burns, not gaze) Copper Dragon (keep behavior and gain behavior from Brass Dragons / neutral alignment) CRUSTACEAN - Giant Crab - Hammerclaw - Sea Hermit Crystal Dragon (There are good, neutral and evil variants)

DARK TREE - Hangman Tree - Orcwort - Quickwood Deadly Dancer Deepspawn Destrachan Dharculus Digester (Feeds on oozes) DINOSAUR - Ankylosaurus - -- Sauropelta (More aggressive variant) - Brontosaurus - -- Amargasaurus (Smaller but much more aggressive) - Compsognathus - Deinonychus - Dimetrodon - Elasmosaurus - -- Plesiosaurus (Smaller and more friendly) - Ichthyosaurus - -- Eurhinosaurus (Larger and more dangerous) - Mosasaurus - Pachycephalosaurus - -- Stygimoloch (Smaller but much more aggressive) - Pteranodon - -- Quetzalcoatlus - Stegosaurus - -- Kentrosaurus (Smaller and much more aggressive) - Tanystropheus (Bigger and much more aggressive than the real creature) - Therizinosaurus (new) - Triceratops - -- Styracosaurus (Smaller but much more aggressive) - Tyrannosaurus Rex Disenchanter (not a joke monster) Displacer Beast Domovoi (Good, Neutral and Evil variants) Doppelganger - Maurezhi (Abyssal, Corrupted Doppelganger) Dragon Eel (Dunkleosteus appearance) Dragon Turtle (There are also Swamp variants with Snapping Turtle features) DRAGONFLY - Giant Dragonfly DRAKE - Air Drake (Like the Pathfinder Mist Drake) - Ambush Drake - Earth Drake (Much like the Rock Reptile, but Chameleon) - Fire Drake (Much like the Zezir) - Rage Drake (Negative Energy Drake) - Ravid (Positive Energy Drake) - Water Drake (Looks like a Plesiosaurus a bit, but more magical) - Wyvern - -- Abyss Drake Drow - Aranea (Meet the new handmaidens of Lolth, which make much more sense to me.) - Drider (Drow who passed the test of Lolth) - Ettercap (Drow who failed the test of Lolth) Dryad - Hamadryad (Very powerful Dryad, controls entire forest) - Myconid (Fungus underground Dryad) - Splinterwaif (Corrupted undead Dryad) - Vine Horror (Swampy Evil Dryad) - Wood Woad (Male more violent and protective Dryad) Duergar - Automaton (Duergar who replaced most of their flesh with iron) - Derro (Duergar who became insane after being send to the Far Realm) - Nightshade (Insane Duergar who love poison, venom and plants, and use their own skin to grow plants) Dustdigger - Silt Horror (Bigger and thinner Dustdiggers) - Voracia (Very big abyssal Dustdiggers)

Earth Elemental - Galeb Duhr - -- Bowler (animated stones Galebs) - Mudman - Necromental - -- Tomb Mote (Smaller parts that fall off a Necromental animate into these) - Sandman (Sleep abilities) - Skriaxit (Living Sandstorm) - Zaratan Eblis EEL - Cave Moray - Giant Moray Eladrin - Ghaele (The leaders and most powerful of the Eladrin) - Wild Hunt ENERGON - Xag-Ya - Yeg-Yi Executioner’s Hood (Ooze)

Fachan Faerie Dragon Fihyr Filcher - Temporal Filcher Fire Elemental - Immolith (Hellish fire elemental) - Magma Brute (Magma Hurler) - -- Magmin (Magma Brutes throw magmins as ranged weapons) - Phoenix (Good, Evil and Neutral phoenix exist) Firefriend (While very friendly and curious, their abilities are very dangerous and destructive when around fire) Flumph Fomorian - Eldritch Giant (The beautiful non-cursed form of the Fomorian) - Plague Spewer (Undead Fomorian who went too far with magic to become beautiful again) - Protean (Fomorians who became even more powerful by accident, master shapeshifters) Foxwoman (Kitsune / More like a Foxwere than a Werefox) FROG - Blindheim (non-humanoid, underground bioluminescence frogs) - Froghemoth (mutant frog from far realm) - Giant Frog FUNGUS - Ascomoid - Basidirond - Gas Spore - Phycomid (Very dangerous abyssal fungus / Much like pathfinders Terotricus) - Violet Fungus

GAR - Giant Gar Gargoyle (Evil, Good and Neutral variants exist) - Kapoacinth - Margoyle (Demonic Spirits entered normal Gargoyles) Gelatinous Cube GENIE - Dao - Djinni - Efreeti - Jann (light-based good-natured Genies) - Khayal (shadow-based evil-natured Genies) - Marid - -- Qorrashi (Ice-based Marid) Ghost - Allip - Banshee - Caller in Darkness - Einherjar (Warrior spirits raised by Valkyries) - Poltergeist (the psychic remains of a psionic child) - Trap Haunt (Animates and possesses traps of all kinds) - Wraith (red spirit of vengeance, allip is black) Ghoul - Berbalang (can separate it’s body-parts like Manananggal.) - Devourer (Abyssal Demonic Ghoul) - Ghast (Tyrantfog) - Wendigo (Very powerful Ghouls that inflict hunger, famine and cannibalism) GIANT - Cloud Giant - -- Fog Giant (Banished primitive Cloud Giants) - Cyclops (4e version / replaces Stone and Hill giants as the Earth-based giant.) - Death Giant - Firbolg (Animal-plant based druid-giant) - Fire Giant - Frost Giant Giant Owl (neutral and non-intelligent now) - Noctral (This is the giant intelligent owl) Gibbering Mouther (Chaos Beast) - Argos (Bigger, better and more intelligent Mouthers) - Skybleeder (Abyssal, floating mouthers) Glabrezu Gloomwing (Attracted to doom, evil places and disasters) - Gloom Crawler (Tenebrous Worm / Less aggressive) Gnoll - Flind (demonic corrupted Gnolls) - Marrashi (demonic corrupted Marru) - Marru (Jackal-headed more civilized Gnolls) - Witherling (Deadborn Vulture ability, some Gnolls raise as undead instantly after dying.) Goblin - Barghest (Demonic Goblins) - Bugbear (Bagman abilities, D&D’s true bogeyman) - Nilbog (Not unique, but very rare) - Norker (Pech abilities) - Spriggan (Fey Goblins) GOLEM - Clay Golem - -- Alchemical Golem - Flesh Golem - -- Drolem (Dragonflesh Golem) - -- Rotripper (A monstrous Flesh Golem that rips off flesh and adds it to itself) - Iron Golem - -- Adamantine Golem - -- Clockwork Horror (Clockroach) - -- Iron Cobra - -- Shield Guardian - -- Silver Golem (Anti-Evil golem, slayer of evil) - -- Steel Predator - Stone Golem - -- Coral Golem - -- Diamond Golem (Aura grants defense to allies) - -- Dwarf Ancestor (Every dwarf/duergar’s soul will go into this statue, turning this statue more powerful with every death, protectors of dwarven cities, one in each city) - -- Eidolon (stone golem with part of a soul of a god inside it, thinks it is a god itself) - -- Emerald Golem (Controls teleports around it) - -- Hellfire Engine (Juggernaut made from abyssal obsidian and fire) - -- Ruby Golem (Aura grants attack-power to allies) Gravorg Gray Dragon Gray Render - Braxat (Desert Renders) - Cadaver Collector (Renders that choose a necromancer/lich as their favorite become their slaves and collect undead for them) Green Dragon Green Slime - Arcane Ooze - Corrupture (very powerful and ancient Green Slimes, much bigger as they didn’t split like most Green Slimes do) Grimlock - Geonid (Grimlocks that use stones/rocks as cover) Gold Dragon (not all Gold Dragons are good, some are very greedy treasure hoarders that can animate the treasures they collected into golem like constructs) Gremlin - Quarrak (twin demonic Gremlins) Griffon (sorry no Hippogriff, I really dislike them)

Hadozee HAG - Annis Hag - Bheur Hag (Frostwind Virago) - Green Hag (Turns victims into frogs or insects) - Night Hag - Sea Hag (More powerful) Hamatula (Jovoc Aura / Demons of Pain) Harpy - Siren Hatori (Sand-Swimming Mosasaurus/Crocodile) Hell Hound - Canoloth - Death Dog - Howler - Yeth Hound (Always borns as triplets, if one dies the others become more powerful and bigger as they absorb their died kin.) Hippocampus Hook Horror Hydra

Imp - Gadacro (Sight and eye-obsessed Imps) - Mephit (Bigger imps that can absorb elements into their skin, and turn into the element they desire.) - Quasit (More powerful wingless Imps)

JELLYFISH - Belabra (Floater / Land based floating jellyfish) - Dybbuk (Demonic corpse-controlling jellyfish) - Giant Jellyfish

Kalothagh (Giant intelligent pufferfish) Kelpie (Still a seaweed plant creature) Kirin (Not a horse, more like a Celestial Stag) Kirre Korred Krenshar - Carcass Eater (Undead Krenshar) Kyton - Gorechain (Large giant using chains, much like Jack-in-Irons)

Larva - Lemure - Rutterkin Lava Ooze LEECH - Giant Leech - Puppeteer Leprechaun (Neutral, Good and Evil variants, Evil Leprechauns wear red and call themselves Clurichaun, but still same creature) Leucrotta Lich - Death Knight (Just a physical damage lich) - Demilich (Weaker Lich, could not fully reanimate) - Dracolich - Skull Lord (More powerful lich that killed other liches and added their skulls to its form) LIZARD - Muckdweller - Shocker Lizard Lizardfolk - Draconian - Drakkoth - Kobold - -- Urd - Salamander (Fiendish, Demonic Lizardmen) - Troglodyte (Much bigger prehistoric underground lizardmen) LYCANTHROPE - Werebear - -- Urskan (More feral Polar-Werebear) - Wereboar - Wererat - -- Uridezu (Corrupted demonic Wererat who hates beauty) - Wereshark - Werewolf

Mandragora Manticore - Jarilith (Fiendish, wingless Manticore) MANTIS - Ethereal Slayer (Fey Mantis with anti-teleport abilities) - Giant Mantis Marilith - Spell Weaver (Marilith who use spells and magic instead of physical attacks and weapons.) Masher (Much like a giant version of the Bobbit Worm) MEGAFAUNA - Glyptodon - Mammoth - Megaloceros - Megalodon - Megatherium - Smilodon Merfolk - Merrow - Triton - Wastrilith (Corrupted, Demonic Merfolk) Merregon - Arrow Demon (Other name needed) - Barbazu (More rare and more powerful Merregons) Merrenoloth Mimic - Trapper (Bigger Mimics can transform into bigger objects, entire floors or ceilings or even into huts and houses.) Mind Flayer - Brain Collector - Cerebrilith (Demonic brain-things created by Mind Flayers) - Elder Brain - Githyanki - Grell (Creations of the Mind Flayers) - Intellect Devourer - Ulitharid Minotaur - Goristro (Demonic, Corrupted Minotaurs) Mohrg (Actually the real creature is the pink-organs, which is a Aberration who feeds on murder, not an undead.) Mummy - Crawling Apocalypse - Grisgol (Magical Mummy, instead of bandage used with normal mummies, they used scrolls and magical incantations. - Skirr (Very ancient and powerful Mummy-Dragons.)

NAGA - Guardian Naga (Good) - Spirit Naga (Dark Naga) (Evil) - Water Naga (Neutral) Nerra - Fetch (Corrupted and demonic Nerra) Nightmare - Cauchemar (Nightmare Beast abilities, it’s huge aura causes nightmares in sleeping creatures. Purple flames instead of normal fire.) Nightwalker - Bodak (Created from the victims of Nightwalkers, behave and move like the Grudge) Nuckelavee (Like the Pathfinder version, not the D&D old version.) Nymph - Lampad (Shadow Nymphs of the Underdark) - Nereid (Water Nymph) - Oread (Earth Nymph) - Sylph (Air Nymphs)

Obliviax OCTOPUS - Darktentacles (Watcher in the Water) - Decapus (Tree Octopus) - Giant Octopus Ogre - Ettin - Oni (Demonic, magical Ogre) Oliphant (Much like the Oliphaunts from LOTR) Orc - Orog (Replaced the Hobgoblins / Smart war-veterans) - Tanarukk (Demonic Orcs) - Tulgar (Very powerful spiritual shaman-like antlered Orcs who got a demon-lords favor) Osyluth (Uses its own bones in battle. / Bones grow back instantly) OTTER - Giant Otter (Dobhar-Chu, playful but in a bad way) Otyugh - Abyssal Maw (Corrupted and demonical Otyugh) Owlbear - Winterclaw (Snow Owl + Polar Bear / Winged)

Paeliryon (The smell, perfume demon, sucks in air and turns it corruptive, corrupts air around it.) Pegasus Peryton Phane PUDDING - Black Pudding (Negative energy, underground Pudding, bones animate as Skeletons.) - Gray Pudding (Looks like rocks and stone until it is too late.) - White Pudding (Absorbs heat, not flesh) Purple Dragon - Brainstealer Dragon (Creation of the Mind Flayers) Purple Worm - Ashworm (Younger Purple Worms who gather in Deserts until they mature) - Fiendwurm (Demonic, corrupted Purple Worms) - Neothelid (Creation of the Mind Flayers)

Quickling Quipper (Bigger, more dangerous, more aggressive magical Piranha fish.)

Rakshasa - Akchazar (White, more powerful and magical Rakshasa.) - Naztharune (Black, less powerful and less magical assassin Rakshasa.) RAT - Cranium Rats - Giant Rat - Moonrat - Osquip (Can eat its way through any material spare for Adamantine.) - Rylkar (Intelligent and dangerous Rat creatures.) Red Dragon - Hellfire Wyrm (Corrupted and Fiendish Red Dragons.) Redcap Roc Roper - Piercer (Young of the Ropers) ROSE - Firethorn (Feed on the ashes of their victims.) - Vampire Rose (Bloodthorn) Rust Monster - Annihilator (One of the most dangerous monsters around, turns everything it touches into black dust.)

Sahuagin - Morkoth (Sahuagin that entered the Far Realm) - Skulvyn (Demonic corrupted Sahuagin.) Satyr - Bulezau (Oinoloth) (Pestilence demons, corrupted Satyrs.) SCORPION - Giant Scorpion - Hellstinger Sea Cat (Mishibizhiw / Very different than the normal Sea Lion) Shadow (Can animate corpses) - Darkweaver (Shadow Spider) - Shadow Demon (Undead demons that can possess anything weaker than itself) - Shadow Mastiff (Bad luck shadow dogs) Shambling Mound - Tendriculos (Bigger Shambing Mounds mostly found in the Abyss) Shardmind - Chaos Shard (Creations of the Shardmind, magical weapons of the Shardmind) - Crysmal (Creations of the Shardmind, pets of the Shardmind) - Crystal Ooze (Creations of the Shardmind, Failed experiment) - Gulgar (Creations of the Shardmind, look more like half-diamond Rhinoceros now, not like humanoids. Used as siege weapons and mounts by the Shardmind.) SHELLFISH - Giant Clam Sibriex Silver Dragon (Only dragon that is always gentle and good) - Mercury Dragon (Corrupted/tortured/captured Silver Dragons turn into vile slithering and liquid horrors of their former selves.) Simpathetic (Half parrot and half crow, very annoying) Skeleton - Bone Golem (Not a Golem at all, a bigger Skeleton with more bizarre form, still undead not a construct.) - Boneyard (Collection of all types of bones, absorbs more bones to become even bigger.) - Flameskull (The skull of a giant to make it different from Demilich) - Giant Skeleton (Gashadokuro) - Huecuva (Skeletons who heal other undead.) - Reaper (Like the Grim Reaper it hunts for dying creatures.) SKUNK - Giant Skunk - Witherstench (Magical fiendish Skunks with powers over stench.) SLUG - Balhannoth (Slugs from the Far Realm.) - Flail Snail - Giant Slug - Metalmaster - Sea Snail (Extremely poisonous and beautiful) SNAKE - Amphisbaena - Boalisk (It’s gaze causes victims to become breathless and see snakes everywhere, these are illusions though.) - Couatl (There are neutral, good and evil narcissistic Couatl) - Jaculi (They use their sharp head as a spear-like weapon) - Sea Serpent (Extremely long.) Solamith SOLIFUGID - Giant Solifugid Sphinx (Sphinxes can be Neutral or Evil.) - Lamia (Fiendish and corrupted Sphinxes) - Lammasu (Friendly, good and Celestial Sphinxes.) SPIDER - Bristle Spider (Very large plant-like spider.) - Dreamweaver Spider (Spider feeds on dreams and souls and weaves these dreams/souls into strange temporary monster minions.) - Giant Spider - Phase Spider (White and Blue colors, doesn’t have human face.) - Snow Spider (Much like a tarantula with the fur of a polar bear.) - Tomb Spider - -- Web Golem (Also known as Adherer / Not a real golem, more of a created minion from the Tomb Spider, who uses a corpse and magical webs to create these.) Sprite - Nixie - Pixie SQUID - Giant Squid SQUIRREL - Kercpa (Behave much like Robin Hood, steal from the wealthy.) - Skiurid (Very evil Squirrels which attack in large groups.) Stirge Su-Monster - Julajimus (Giant fey variants of the Su-Monster.) Succubus - Cambion (Tiefling) - Incubus Swordwing (Collectors of stuff and skulls)

Tabaxi Thri-Kreen - Gelugon (Corrupted and demonic Thri-Kreen) TICK - Bloodsilk Spider (Not actually a spider, but a tick that uses webs as a spider, the webs drain blood.) - Giant Tick - Soul Tick (Giant tick who sucks out the soul of a victim instead of blood, when the soul is absorbed entirely, the Tick will slowly turn into a copy of the dead victim.) Titan - Hundred-Handed One Tlincalli Treant - Saguaro Sentinel (Desert treants shaped like huge cacti) Tri-Flower Frond (All types of colors exist) Troll - Rot Troll (Undead Trolls, which is a very hard thing to create, their regeneration-abilities can’t handle the undead-status and they spread this rotting curse with their aura.)

Umber Hulk Unicorn - Dusk Unicorn (Ecalypse / Shadow Unicorn) URCHIN - Land Urchin - Silver Urchin (Large coastal Urchins which shoot their beautiful quills to their victims.)

Vampire - Blood Spawn (Vampire Spawns) - Lhiannan Shee (Female Vampires who are very beautiful and which feed on Charisma, ideas and creativity.) - Nosferatu (Ancient vampire lords, born undead.) - Varrangoin (Vampires who went to long without blood can turn into these bat-like humanoids, very bestial vampires.) Vampiric Mist - Blood Amniote (These blood-ooze creatures are created by vampiric mists who drip too much blood on unholy ground. They can animate corpses by replacing the blood.) - Crimson Death (Very large mist monsters.) - Mihstu (These mist monsters can harden the blood they absorbed into spiky spear and sword-like weapons.) Vargouille

WASP - Advespa (Fiendish and corrupted Giant Wasps) - Giant Wasp - Hellwasp Swarm (The swarm has a hive-mind and can create humanoid or monstrous forms by working together.) - Quanlos (Mind-controlling poison wasps, much like giant magical Emerald Wasps.) - Spider Eater Water Elemental - Caller from the Deeps (Undead Water Elementals) - Ice Elemental - -- Chraal (Evil intelligent Ice Elementals.) - Leviathan (Some have the size of an entire animated lake.) - Water Weird (More intelligent and vile than normal Water Elementals who are non-intelligent and neutral.) White Dragon Will o Wisp - Nyth (Magic-draining Will o Wisps.) - Trilloch (Undead Will o Wisps, absorb happiness and turn their victims into negative evil shadows of their former selves.) - Visilight (Vain will o wisps who steal the beauty of their victims, turning their victims ugly.) WOLF - Winter Wolf (Very big, Amarok sized and behavior.) - Worg Wolf-in-Sheeps-Clothing WOLVERINE - Dire Wolverine (Gulon)

Yellow Dragon - Sunwyrm Yellow Musk Creeper - Corpse Flower - Twilight Bloom Yeti Yochlol (Not a handmaiden for Lolth anymore as those are Aranea now, these are handmaidens for Juiblex) Yrthak (Sound Dragons) Yuan-Ti (Look very human-like but snake-like eyes, some scales and a tongue, love poison and venom of all types.) - Abomination (More powerful leaders of the Yuan-Ti.) - Medusa (Female variants of Yuan-Ti, but were once vain humans, who got cursed into becoming a type of Yuan-Ti.)

Zombie - Atropal - Crawling Claw (There are also bigger variants of course.) - Drowned (Weaker drowned zombies, non intelligent.) - -- Skuz (Much more powerful drowned zombies, intelligent.) - Dustblight (Zombie who died in desert by drought and uses drought as a weapon.) - Entombed (Zombie died by cold who controls ice and uses it as an armor.) - Hullathoin (Zombie Dragon/Drake that controls and creates other undead.) - Revenant (More powerful zombies, reanimate from any form of damage, until they got their revenge.) - Wight (More intelligent insane zombies, died while insane.) Zorbo

Others I really like but I don’t know what to do with them.

Meenlock / Slithering Tracker / Boneclaw / Alkilith / Narzugon / Meazel / Phoelarch / Famine Spirit / Skin Kite / Formian / Thoqqua / Vaporighu / Ragewalker / Skindancer / Evistro / Draudnu / Ethereal Defiler / Ghaunadan / Sand Hunter / Ant Lion / Kamadan / Caligrosto / Gray Jester

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TMI Time With Apollo, Your Local Himbo

How they react to being flirted with? How do they flirt? Apollo’s favorite way of flirting? Anything that is quick and easy, sometimes they will come up with a little song to make the other person swoon, write a poem on the spot about their eyes, or simply give them that charismatic smile of theirs. Their favorite way to flirt back? Any attention is just fine with them. 

How are they with children? To the surprise of many, Apollo is actually great with Children. The kids that come in to be treated by Apollo are always so excited to see him because he is a lot like them, silly and fun loving.

What’s one thing they’re really bad at? Being serious, but more than that, having a serious conversation. Their disposition is always warm, but don’t expect them to keep things on topic or even on track. Their mind goes a mile a minute and often looks for the humor or the song in it all. 

Which of the seven deadly sins do they most embody? Which virtue? Sloth, they are here for a good time, not a hard working time. On the other hand, they also represent kindness, with a very big heart.

How do you know when you’ve upset them? The thing about Apollo is you won’t know they are mad. They can be very passive aggressive and rather than confronting it, they often leave the conversation and try to push it down. 

What does their room look like? Bright, well lit. The room is full of bright and soft colors and full of windows and light. The room is minimalistic, accented by yellow but otherwise white.

Do they have a favorite color? Yellow and Gold!

At what time of the day are they most productive/have the most energy? They are a morning person, but don’t let that fool you, they could be up all night as well. They are excellent at staying awake. 

How do they handle money? Apollo often asks Artemis for help budgeting, because the truth is, he is not great at it. If you let him loose he would just by sweet snacks and dog treats and forget important things like meals or rent. 

When a craving kicks in what’s the first thing they go for in the kitchen? Gummy Worms. Since coming to America it’s really all he can think about. That and Ice Cream, but who doesn’t always want Ice Cream? 

What’s their favorite kind of weather? Sunny days are the best days, even in the middle of summer. Though a good 70 degree day with the right wind? That’s the perfect day. 

If they were to attend Hogwarts which house would they be placed in? Hufflepuff

What is their voice like? Raspy, since starting T it has dropped down an octave or two, and though they like it a lot more than it was before, they would love to have a nice Baritone. But for now, they will keep singing Alto. 

Do they feel like their astrological sign is accurate? As a twin it is hard to not think the sign for Gemini doesn’t fit them perfectly. 

Which of the four elements do they feel the most connected to? Fire

What’s the easiest way to annoy them? Ask them to “be serious” or “stop joking around”

Can they dance? Absolutely. They are not the best dancer, but they sure as hell try. 

Where were they born? Greece

How do they sleep? Rarely and not well, they just don’t feel like they need it.

Have they ever had or currently have any pets? Yes! A Golden Retriever named Lyric. 

What things make them feel the most comfortable/relaxed? They love to play music and get lost in it, often they feel as if they are transported if they are playing or singing the right piece.

Are they ruled by logic, emotion, or some combination thereof? Almost exclusively emotion. 

Do they have any particular speech patterns or mannerisms? They often speak with their hands. 

Can they speak more than one language? Do they have an accent? Greek and a Greek accent.

What’s their opinion on Porthaven, Maine? They don’t mind it here, they are just vibing at the moment, but sometimes, deep down, they really miss Greece. 

#HC #phqtask

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Beyond the Blaze(5)

Summary: 4 Years old, Alyssa Potter finds her life taking a magical turn as she steps into a world of cute green giants, talking robots and misunderstood aliens. All of it is almost enough to make her forget the probable destruction of her own world.

Pain.

It seemed like the pain was his only steady companion nowadays. Rushing through his body, spreading like a fire and burning away all that was of him. It repulsed him. Loki always did hate fire, choosing to stand a bit farther than everyone else. Maybe that is why he hated Thor too because he burned like the brightest of hellfire, beautiful and deadly. A fire that didn't deserve to be tainted by his cold presence.

Runt.

Abandoned.

Tortured.

Loki bit back a scream when waves of phantom pain caressed his once almost healed wounds with the gentleness of a deceitful lover. The only show of his pain was the slight narrowing of his eyes. He'd learned his lesson at the hands of those spiteful beings. He'll never give them the pleasure of seeing the signs of his pain.

The muzzle felt tight on his face. He longed to lick his lips the dryness of them reminded him of days-or was it years?- of going without a drop of water.

There was a soft sound, one that'd escape most people's notice but not his, never his. Not again. It was most likely the doors of the elevator opening. There was a slight shuffling of feet. Loki wondered what Thor was doing lingering at the door.

Come on Oaf, distract me.

It was the light steps that informed him that it wasn't his br-Thor. Thor's steps were as light as a bilgesnipe meaning not light at all. This wasn't him.

A form darted to the side before he could see and wide green eyes filled with awe, peeked at him from behind one of the furniture pieces.

A child.

What was a child doing here?

A moment or two passed. The child took an unsteady breath and came out of the dark. Loki barely managed to keep his own shock from showing.

The childling could pass for his daughter. He tilted his head curiously wondering what new tactic was this. He'd thrown the 'invasion', the so-called Avengers had won and he'll be taken to Asgard in a day or two. What more could they wish to gain from him by sending a child to him?

Were they out of their minds? Careless mortals.

"H-Hello." The childing whispered before standing up a little straighter and saying more firmly, "Hello. I am Alyssa Potter"

Loki dipped his head a little as a greeting. He was bored-and curious-enough to accept the company. No matter how small. The girl smiled with her whole face making her almost radiate light. There was something about this child that he was missing.

"It's nice to meet you, Loptr the cunning." The child put a small fist on her chest and bowed her head. Loki's eyes sharpened. Oh, this child knew who he was. Unlike the other mortals, she knew. He could see it in reflected in the respect and awe in her eyes. Even if it weren't for her respectful-slightly off angle-bow he wouldn't have missed it.

He tilted his head curiously. The child looked up with a hesitant look biting her lips. She took a deep breath before a tide of words escaped her plump lips, " I hope that was the right way of sayin hello. Em...Mel told me about the bow, but not about what to say. She just said be respectful. But-" She stopped suddenly biting her lips a little harder.

For a moment, Loki wondered how the blood would look against the red of her lips if she ended up cutting it but shook the thought away. The child was looking at him as if expecting an answer, then her eyes fell on his muzzle and understanding filled her face. Her lips parted, "Oh."

Oh indeed.

The child tugged at the necklace she was holding bringing his attention to it. Her whole hand covered the stone but it aroused his interest. It almost seemed like the necklace was shining with an inner light.

He barely suppressed a wince when the pain made itself known again, angry at being ignored. His run-in with the green beast hadn't helped his case. The only thing it had done was abuse his already battered body. His eyes closed on their own accord trying to push back the haziness that surrounded his mind.

A soft hand rested on his muzzle, the soft fingers touched his skin making his eyes snap open. Green eyes stared into his own. Bright with youth, unlike his own tired ones. The big eyes looked worried and he felt like scoffing. No matter how in awe the child was, he did not need her worry.

"Are you okay?", was whispered softly as if the words took all the courage the child had. Loki didn't dare to move. The mortals were foolish enough to leave a child with him unattended. But it didn't mean he was cruel enough to harm her. "I don't know what you did, . But I am sure you had a good reason or at least I hope you did."

The warmth of the hand on his cheek didn't feel revolting, it felt dare he say calming instead. A tingle spread from the child's hand into his body. Loki's eyes widened when he felt the ache in his body soothing away.

Sorcerer!

The child was a magic user!

Loki felt like laughing. He, Loki the cunning, had managed to miss the most obvious thing about the child. There was magic running through her body. He could see it now, curling around her body like the embrace of a mother.

He wondered if she knew what she was doing soothing his pain. A look into her eyes revealed that no, she didn't. She still looked worried and confused. She stepped back, the fingers around the pendant tightened. She gazed at it for a moment before shrugging a bit.

The raven-haired child was not aware of the powers of her pendant, it was healing him. A gift then? Maybe from the being known as 'Melina'. The name sparked a feeling of recognition but it slipped away before he could grasp it. It seemed to happen a lot nowadays.

"It's just a mix-up, I'm sure." He heard her mumbling then she smiled at him with eyes filled with a childish hope," And they'll letchu go once you explain it at the trial! You can convince them like you convinced the dwarves."

Loki's eyes widened. Dwarves? How did-

The child misunderstood the look, she gave a sheepish look.

"I know the story's not for kids but I asked Melina again and again until she told me. Its one of my favorites."

Melina. The child kept repeating the name again and again. It was awfully familiar. If only he could place where it was from. It irritated him a great deal when a headache was all he got for his trouble.

"You know I didn't believe when he said that you were gonna hurt me. I was right wasn't I because-"

The child's eyes widened and a small shriek escaped her lips when the elevator opened with a grating noise. It was forced open by the robotic hands of that insufferable-invaluable, curious,interesting-mortal man, Tony Stark.

All emotions drained from Loki's face in record time leaving behind a smug mask that was oh so familiar. The child was staring at the energy repulsor pointed towards him with something akin to awe instead of fear. Strange child.

"Step back,Kiddo" The robotic voice lacking its usual teasing notes ordered. "I'm gonna blow this Popsicle ."

Instead of doing the logical thing and stepping away, the girl visibly pushed back her awe and glared at the genius.

"Hey! That's not nice."

Stark scoffed," What's not nice is him frying up my elevator control," brown eyes filled with scrutiny turned towards him, the child stumbled back a little her face taking on a curious look, "I thought we talked about this, Jack Frost. Any more funny games and you'll be enjoying the rest of your stay at vila de shield instead of my tower of awesomeness. I've got my eye on you."

Loki understood the real threat behind the casually spoken words. He made a face internally at the horrendous nickname but opted not to tell him that he had nothing to do with the child being here. It's not like he'd believe him anyway.

"Speaking of which," Stark continued nonchalantly putting himself between Loki and the child. He tried to make it look like a casual movement but Loki could see that he was trying to protect the child. The child that was oddly silent and serious as if in deep thoughts.

"Where is your keeper?"

Loki growled at Stark with an intensity that'd made stronger men cry, Stark just flashed a shark-like smile. He did love danger.

"Aw come on don't be like that. We all know that Thor is your glorified nanny."

Loki looked away.

"Jarvis?" The Artificial butler must've shown him something because Stark was nodding and humming the next second." Makes sense." He declared. "Now off we go. See ya later, alligator"

And with that Stark walked out guiding the silent child with him.

This certainly gave Loki a lot to think about.

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Tony lifted his hand from the kid's shoulder to run a hand through his hair. His lips parted a little and his eyes fixed on the child, the kid was looking down at her shoes with a strange fixation as if solving some deep equation.

His mind raced over a thousand different outcomes yielding nothing. He was honestly in complete disbelief and confusion. And that was a big statement since Tony was usually the person least confused in a room. His brain worked faster than others in a way that considered unique-abnormal a voice sounding a great deal like his father whispered-and he didn't like the feeling at all.

How could Loki do something like messing with his whole system, messing with Jarvis and somehow compelling a kid to come to him when Thor had assured him that the bag of cat's magic was repressed by the handcuffs and he couldn't even hurt a fly. There were only a few things that came to mind.

One, Thor lied to them cause even if the blonde was really a big golden retriever he was basically a stranger and it was the matter of his brother, adopted or not.

Two, Thor had no idea and somehow Loki managed to break the handcuffs, unlikely seeing how banged up he still looked when his magical mumbo-jumbo should have healed him.

Three, there was an external entity that helped him do it but everyone was freed from the glowstick's thrall so no one came to mind.

And last but not least, there only other person present was responsible for it. The kid. And that was the least believable option but it had to be mentioned cause the kid was acting all weird.

Speaking of which, "What's going on in that pretty head of yours, Lilo? Did Raindeer games say something? Ignore him, we all do."

"My names Alyssa, not Lilo." The kid replied in a distant voice, still obsessively staring at her shoes.

Tony's eyebrow raised at the sullen tone, a contrast to the happy if cheeky tone she'd had earlier. Was this normal with kids? Mood swings? He had no idea but it irritated him, it made him want to fix whatever made her so morse and sad. And why wouldn't it, he was a mechanic it was his job to fix things.

The door of the elevator opened again, Tony ignored it. He knelt down, wincing when his jeans touched the floor, and with his index finger under her chin, he gently raised the kid's face to his own level. The kid kept her eyes lowered for something but sensing his stare she finally met his eyes.

He looked into the slightly shiny eyes for a second before forcing a smile on his face trying to make her feel relaxed. It worked for an unseen tension bled out of her shoulders.

"So, I have no idea how to do this. Its usually someone else's job, you get me, kid? Sooo go a little easy on me and tell me what's bothering you? Was it Loki? Cause I will mess his shi-I mean I'll talk with him if he said something and by talk I mean threaten him to Pakistan and back and-"

"I am sorry!" The kid blurted out cutting him off, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to-I mean I did but...I didn't want you to worry and I-"

"Wait that's what you're so bothered about?" Seeing her tentative nod, he shook his head with an exasperated look," Oh come on, Kid. Consider it forgiven. It was no big deal. I do stuff that worries people all the time and it's my fault most of the time. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. "

Considering the issue to be resolved, he mentally gave himself a pat on the back and stood up. He almost missed the kid's whisper, "But it was. It was my fault." The words rang with the echo of another person's exact same declaration. Barton's.

He stilled. The dread that had gripped him the moment Jarvis informed him of her little detour came back with a force. He'd imagined walking in a moment too late and finding the little cheeky kids body spread over the floor with a dark figure standing over her.

Did Loki do something to the kid?

"Nah it wasn't you, kid. Its just gods and aliens and things messing with our minds. Whatever you think you did, it wasn't you."

A small hand grabbed his own, a scene similar to one before but with something heavy coating it.

"It was me, Mister Robot. I wanted to see Loptr and I wished it so much that it happened. It happens to me sometimes."

It felt like something important was happening, that the kid telling him this-whatever this was- was something momentous. The kid was staring at him as if waiting for a reaction.

Tony wondered what to do but a single glance at the kid's innocent face twisted with anxiety and his decision was made. He decided to trust her. At least until he could confirm what actually happened.

"You did this?"

The kid bit her already red lip and nodded her head, her eyes lowered again. He recognized the expression, it was the same one he had every time he stood in front of his father waiting to be punished.

"Okay." And with that, he put a hand over her shoulder, absently filing away the slight flinch that it induced and guided her out of the elevator.

"You're not angry?" She asked hesitantly look at him from under long black eyelashes.

"What? Angry? No ways!" He exclaimed a little, the dramatics worth it when the kid's eyes widened with wonder as she sat on the sofa she'd slept in earlier. "Excited and curious, more like it. So how did you do it, Matilda? Cause I'm completely lost."

Alyssa's smile lifted her whole face, her eyes scrunched up a little and her cheeks regained some of their colors. Tony noticed how ashy she'd looked earlier and pushed down the thought that the kid was afraid of something, of him.

"I dunno," she shrugged, still smiling. "I just wish for stuff to happen and it does. It's magic."

Tony hummed, "And you've always done stuff like this?"

"Uh-huh", the kid nodded. Tony mind finally came to the right conclusion and he felt like cursing. It was so obvious! How could he miss it? Jarvis did tell him that the kid said she wanted to see Odin junior and she also said she did it. It was so right in front of him and he couldn't see it!

"You're a mutant! That makes so much sense!" He declared happily, " I wonder if Hulk could sense it. Maybe your ability affects the electromagnetic fields in some way."

"I'm..I'm a what? Whats a mutant?" She leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and cupping her face with her hands.

Tony flopped next to the kid. His one leg folded under him and the other hanging off the side of the soda. Dark curls bounced a little as she also turned a little so she was facing him. Her green eyes shining with curiosity stared at him. Tony sat a little straighter.

"Its someone born with the X-gene.", he finally said.

"Wha?", her nose scrunched up cutely. Tony suppressed a smile knowing it might be taken the wrong way, that maybe he was laughing at her for her lack of info.

"Right. Little kid. , well its someone who...can do awesome things because of a gene...because of something written in their DNA." Seeing the blank look on her face, he groaned. "Agh, wait you don't know what DNA is, how do I even-"

"I think I get?" She tilted her head thoughtfully. " I was born with special powers?" Tony nodded, it was close enough. "Maybe I am a mutant. Huh. I called myself a wizard"

"Aren't boy witches called wizards?"

"Yep"

"Okaaay whatever tickles your fancy then."

Alyssa nodded her head with a serious expression, "Oh I am very ticklish."

Tony didn't bother to suppress his laugh, it made Alyssa laugh in turn even though she probably had no idea what he was laughing about.

After catching his breath he asked the question that was nagging him."So who are ya really, midget?"

"What dya mean?

"Name, address you know the usual." He tried to say with a casual air, not wanting her to know that he was already running a worldwide face check, it was slow but thorough.

"Well my name is Alyssa Potter and I used to live in Silvercoast, Surrey"

A blue projection showed up in front of Tony making Alyssa gasp with awe, she reached out a hand but pulled it back the last minute.

"Silvercost, Surrey. You sure kiddo?" He swiped the list of neighborhoods in Surrey. There was no Silvercost in Surrey. " Maybe you got the names mixed up? It could be 'Staines' or 'Sunbury' or something.", with a quick action, he made the face search exclusive to Surrey.

"I'm sure! But.." She hesitated a little."I dunno if Silvercost is the same in this world."

Tony's fingers stilled over the projection, "This world?" He swiped away the projection and turned his full attention towards the child. "What in the beautiful clean energy planet are you talking about kid?"

"I am kind of...well...not from here?" She asked stumbling on her words a little then rushed to explain. " I had to leave because if I didn't then my powers would be taken away."

"Not from here." A dark vacuum filled with stars invaded his mind. He managed to suppress the images that were haunting him since the battle a week ago. "What do you mean not from here? Are you an alien or something? Do other planets also have a Surrey?

Alyssa smiled a little, "No, Silly. I am not an alien." Tony breathed out in relief. "I am just from another Earth. An alte-alter-different Earth."

Tony stared at the grinning child. A different Earth. Right. He wondered if she could tell that he didn't believe her, at all. Aliens were one thing. Claiming to be from an alternate universe was a whole another can of worms.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you ask, Jarvis interrupted any further investigation.

"Sir, Doctor Banner is inquiring to the reason for your sudden exit as well as permission to access the ongoing research."

Oh yeah, Tony had made sure not to tell Bruce what was going on so he had no idea what had happened. It's just that the last thing they needed was for him to go green again.

Tony scoffed, " You can tell Green Bean that he doesn't need to ask permission for anything. And I'll explain everything to him when I come down." Hopefully, Bruce would know what the little girl was talking about. Maybe she was just very imaginative?

"I will let him know, Sir." Then turning his attention back towards the kid, Tony took note of how she was playing with her pendant again. She seemed to do it a lot.

"Okaay I'm gonna be right back kiddo.", he declared standing up and decided to leave before he says something he might regret later.

The kid hmm'd. Right before leaving Tony saw the downcasted eyes and felt something pull at him. With a sigh, he turned around and signaled Jarvis to make a projection available.

The kid's hunched back straightened immediately and with a wide-eyed look, she stared at him in shock.

"Go wild." And with a grin that was returned, Tony stepped into the elevator for the millionth time that day. The day just seemed to stretch on and on.

"What's the ETA on Thor? You said something about him and Barton going after the glowing stick of destiny?"

"No specific time frame was indicated. They came to the conclusion that the scepter might be needed for the trial."

Tony hmm'd distractedly, it explained why Thor wasn't watching his brother but why didn't he appoint someone else in his place?

Something didn't feel right. Someone messed up and he was going to figure out who did.

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10th Doctor Novels Review from ‘oh give me a break’ to ‘more of that please!’ There are DW novels and then there are DW NOVELS and today, fellow Whovians, I will be giving you MY list of the top 5ish best and worst novels from the 10th Doctors’ run.  I think all the books in the best category could be switched around depending on what you are looking for from #10.  For instance, I like him best when he is alone so you don’t get the classic, ‘must save companion’ story and I also like the one’s where he is a hairs-breath away from being killed. It bears repeating that, except for the book at the #1 spot which no one who has read it would ever argue that it doesn’t deserve that honor, this is simply how ‘I’ would rank them.  YMMV.   Also, and this is a big one if you keep going YOU WILL SEE SPOILERS, so proceed with caution if you plan on reading any of the books on the list.  So, go on and read/listen to it…. we will wait. (Taps foot and drums fingers while whistling the DW theme.  Badly.) Welllll…I said we will wait but, welllll…. I really meant that I would wait but welllll…. nah, you had your chance so just tread lightly.  Or read with your eyes closed because, and let me repeat this…. THERE ARE SOME MAJOR, MAJOR SPOILERS!! )))))*((((( Imho and without going into too much detail, the following can be passed by without missing out on anything.   In fact, if you read any of these first you may just be turned off of DW books completely.   The Last Dodo by Jacqueline Rayner Ummm, if you are interested in trying to figure out where the Dodo went, this might appeal to you.  The only interesting feature is that where it ended up is where the Doctor might end up unless he and Martha can free the missing creatures from all across the universe from this evil zoo.  Trust me, not as exciting as it sounds but it might have been if it been written better.  And in that same vein we have…… The Doctor Trap by Simon Messingham I don’t know what it is about trying to catch the Doctor because he is the last of his kind that just cannot be written right, but here is another.  I had high hopes for this one because it starts out pretty good but after the first chapter or so you just want to scream ‘CATCH HIM ALREADY AND MAKE THE PAIN OF READING THIS STOP!!’   The Wooden Heart by Martin Day Has nothing to do with a heart that is wooden.  I am still unsure as to why it is called what it’s called.  On the ‘Goodreads’ website the description of the book states: A trip through space becomes a nightmare walk in the woods for the Doctor and Martha.  Period.  End of description.  I think the reason it ends there is because there is nothing much more to say.  I have read much better fanfic than this.   Others that I consider a touch better, with maybe a little less snore factor are…. The Slitheen Excursion by Simon Guerrier The Many Hands by Dale Smith )))))*((((( Whew, let’s all take a deep breath and get into the tasty 10 tales, shall we? The Stone Rose by Jacqueline Rayner How do you take a story about ancient Rome, a 2000 year old statue of Rose aka the goddess Fortuna found at the British Museum, a genie, fake astrologer, evil sculptor and a crazed Doctor who is panic stricken while trying to save her but gets thrown into the REAL lion’s den and forced to fight in the Colosseum, and make it all work?  Write a book like this!  If you like your books a bit timey-wimey you will eat this one up.  AND this is the only published story where I think you will ever read the lines…. “(His) arms flexed and grabbed Rose into a hug. Soft lips pressed hers with a kiss of gratitude and joy and unspeakable pleasure at being alive.” A gazillion Ten/Rose shippers just punched the air.  They also would agree with Rose when, a line or two later she says…. “I think you must be real…my imagination’s not that good.”   Neither is ours Rose, neither is ours.  A fast and :: cough:: satisfying read! In the Blood by Jenny Colgan Ok, I know that a lot of people have a problem with the fact that whoever did the proof-reading was obviously sleeping on the job, but I still think it is a great book.   And strangely enough, I really wasn’t thrilled by the premise of the story; an infection is let loose over the internet turning normally calm, everyday people into violent pressure cookers who die when their anger gets too much for their hearts to handle.   What I DO love is how much the author just ‘gets’ the Doctor and Donna and the predicaments she puts them in.  I mean she just nails them and by doing so it elevates the story into something special.  On top of that Colgan introduces a near perfect pseudo-villain named Fief.  He is a big brute of a guy from the planet Cadmia who is unpredictable and whose loyalties are to his people and to retrieving the source of the infection no matter what he has to do to get it.  He is unfeeling, totally logical and robotic (picture the Terminator and he comes pretty close) and wears an earpiece that connects him to his world who are all raised on and made of sound.  When the Doctor entrusts him to care for Donna as he believes he is going to his death, Fief obeys and holds Donna back from following him.  He seems to connect to Donna which is fascinating to read.  Meanwhile back on the train, the Doctor disconnects the engine so that the cars slow and stop but he has to get the train to jump the tracks before it barrels into the town.  The big problem is that the train is suspended over a huge viaduct located in the Brazilian rainforest and it is one hell of a long way down.  And since the engine is heavier than he is it will burst into a huge ball of flame which our hero will land in as well.  Colgan comes up with some of the most beautiful writing here as the Doctor falls…. “And, as he cut through the air, all the things that fall pulsed through his head: a glorious downed pheasant on the wing; and a windfall apple in Lincolnshire; and a golden ball in Pisa; and a hammer and a feather on the moon; and a wall in the bitter east; and every passing snowflake and lonely airman and oh so many tumbling stars…. And he felt a part of all of these things.” There are other heart stopping moments in this book that make me wish it was available on audio.  Another winner! FUN MENTION/Target Novelization of…. “The Day of the Doctor” by Moffat Since we are talking Ten, I am adding this for one reason and one reason only: The Tenth Doctor kicks the Eleventh Doctors ass.  After releasing the initial script for the ‘movie,’ the Moff rewrote it to help clarify some things and give each Doctor a bit more back story.  It explains how Ten had been put in that very same cell during his Zygon investigation that all three of them got thrown in together.  Elizabeth tosses him in there because she believes him to be a spy and yet visits him often because he makes her laugh…. even during his torture on ‘the rack.’  Pre-picnic shows how he came within seconds of being beheaded (he wonders if both his head and body would regenerate if separated) and how he wanted his final thoughts to matter…. “Realizing he was now, beyond all doubt about to die, the Doctor rose up inside himself, steadied his hearts and chose his final thought with care. The children. The children of Gallifrey.” This I think, more than any other reason explains why he was so angry when 11 didn’t remember how many children died.  In the book version he becomes so angry that he gets in his face, screams at him about not remembering then grabs his shirt and throws him across the room into the opposite wall, knocking him out.  11 wakes up to seeing 10 pacing and mumbling about how he doesn’t hit people but then says, “But 2.47 billion children!” before launching himself once more at 11 but this time gets him in a headlock shouting “How could you forget?!  HOW COULD YOU FORGET?!” I would have paid good money to have seen this instead of merely reading it.   It is for everyone who sobbed their eyes out when 10 regenerated and still to this day have a hard time revisiting it.  This is all of us saying to 11, ‘Yeah, take THAT bowtie boy!’ even though we ended up liking him eventually. 3 - Peacemaker by James Swallow Quote: “A weapon is only a tool. I’ve heard a lot of people say that over the years. But so is a hammer, and if that’s the only tool you have, pretty soon everything starts to look like a nail.” Oh, I love that!   Peacemaker is a scifi western.  No, really it is and guess what…Swallow pulls it off!   The official summary is: “The peace and quiet of a remote homestead in the 1880s American West is shattered by the arrival of two shadowy outriders searching for 'the healer'. When the farmer refuses to help them, they burn the house and the owners to the ground, using guns that shoot bolts of energy instead of bullets... In the town of Redwater, the Doctor and Martha learn of a snake-oil salesman whose patent medicines actually cure his patient. But when the Doctor and Martha investigate, they discover the truth is stranger, and far more dangerous. Caught between the law of the gun and the deadly plans of intergalactic mercenaries, the Doctor and Martha are about to discover just how wild the West can become...” Whew, a lot to take in I know but very worth it.  The badie is a good one called the Clade which exist for one thing: war, death and destruction.  They are on earth to get back a gun that belongs to them and they will stop at NOTHING to retrieve it.   Problem is one man found it and the gun did what it is meant to do which is attach itself to its host and take it over completely.  It has the ability to heal but that is not its main purpose.  The Clade are simply machines that were made on a planet which was at war and let the Clade do the battles for them.  But then there was peace and the Clade had no purpose anymore so they waited and waited and finally decided to destroy the civilization that made them and then go out into the universe to fight battles wherever they could.   I can picture the Doctor donning a cowboy hat and riding a horse.  One of the many scenes I really like is when 3 gunslingers come out of a bar and challenge the Doctor to a duel.  It goes like this…. “The Lyle Brothers were quick on the draw, and they put a fan of bullets into the air before them; but they could only be as fast as human beings.  The Doctor was a Time Lord, and he moved between the ticks of the clock.  His hand blurred towards the holster on his hip, grabbing the slender wand there and thumbing the activation switch.  The sonic screwdriver droned loudly, and the air between the gunslingers and the Doctor shimmered like heat-haze off the desert.  Three speeding dots of lead stopped dead and flattened against an invisible wall of sound, before falling harmlessly to the dirt.” The end of the book was shocking when the Doctor makes the ultimate sacrifice by allowing the gun to take him over so that he can use it to save Martha’s life.  After that it was an internal battle between the Clade gun that was trying to possess him, and the Doctors own inner struggle which was a fascinating fight.   2 – The Eyeless by Lance Parkin Quote:  “Do you know what?  In the end their sacrifice made no difference.  Because THEY survived.  Thousands of them, millions.  Just one.  It doesn’t matter.  It’s the same thing. And…do you know what?... life is always better than death. Always.  Yet I want all of THEM dead.  Every single last one of them.  When did I become someone who wanted to exterminate?  When was that? When did they win?’   Take one brilliant hero, put him in a position where he must find and remove such a incredibly lethal weapon that it can destroy whole planets, then put it at the heart of a HUGE pyramid shaped fortress whose defense systems both inside and out are pin-point accurate to protect the weapon and you would have an good story.  THEN throw in an alien species called the Eyeless who are made of a glass like material and who also want the weapon and will kill the Doctor to keep him from getting it and you are probably reading a great story! THEN add in thousands of ‘ghosts’ that also inhabit the fortress and whose touch turns their victims into a ghost as well.  Even though they mean no harm, they do not understand their effect on those they touch which makes them yet another barrier for him to get by.  This up’s the entertainment factor, making it a fantastic story!  Finally throw into the mix one bully teenager who HATES the Doctor and also wants him dead, make the Doctor companionless, lonely and very introspective, have it all put together by an exceptional writer…. mix well and you have something that you lose sleep over and will reread multiple times.   The Doctor is up against an almost insurmountable goal that very nearly breaks him.  It is a breathless page-turner that is not for the faint of heart.  Parkin wrote this for a Doctor who is quick on his feet, a blazingly fast thinker who can stay one step ahead of multiple traps and enemies, one who is physically strong and extremely cunning.  In other words, Ten.  I can’t see any of the others having all those qualities in one dynamic package that Parkin could have placed center stage except him. For instance... “The Doctor had broken free of the Eyeless, but it still had a six-fingered handful of his coat and jacket lapel.  The Doctor was closed in, his arm under the Eyeless’ so that he had it in what he rather hoped was a wrestling hold…. The glass man shoved the Doctor against the back wall.  It wasn’t any stronger than a human being, although that was strong enough to push the air out of his lungs.  He recovered, twisted, managed to trip the Eyeless over and now he had it pinned, his knee in its back, although it was hard to keep hold….” And this was just one Eyeless.  At one point during the above scene Parkin describes it as almost like a waltz as the two vie for dominance over the other.  There is a lot of physical jousting and plain old hand to (glass) hand combat that I don’t think any of the others could have pulled off as well as Ten.   Where the ghosts are concerned there’s a part where he is surrounded by them as they advance. He is trying to get through to them that if they touch him, he will not become a ghost, he will just disappear.  But there is a part of him that is just so tired and feels so alone that he actually wonders if that would be a bad thing.   As they come closer you can tell that he is almost yelling at himself when he loses it, saying to them… “I’m the last one,” the Doctor said. ‘I’m it.  My people died.  All of them.  And Time Lords don’t die just the once, you know.  You have to kill us a lot more than once to make it stick.’   Still the ghosts pressed at him, some holding out their hands like beggars after a scrap of food, some shouldering towards him like they were after a fight, some apparently just wanting him to see them cry.  They kept coming, like waves to a beach.   ‘Do you know what?  In the end their sacrifice made no difference.  Because THEY survived.  Thousands of them, millions.  Just one.  It doesn’t matter.  It’s the same thing.  And…do you know what?... life is always better than death.  Always.  Yet I want all of THEM dead.  Every single last one of them.  When did I become someone who wanted to exterminate?  When was that?  When did they win?’   The ghosts weren’t listening.” At times it feels like you are eavesdropping on a therapy session because we get to hear the inner workings of his mind.  It is a fascinating way to understand this Doctor’s motivations and feel his loneliness.  This story is like one big ‘Escape Room’ where you either solve it or die trying.  As the Doctor would say, ‘no second chances.’  It’s that kind of story.   1 – Prisoner of the Daleks by Trevor Baxendale Scene: “The execution squad was already moving back towards Jennifer and Kuli, taking up extermination positions again. The Doctor ran over and placed himself between the Daleks, the little girl and her mother. “If you really want to kill them then you’ll have to go through me first.” “You can be disabled" warned Dalek X "Try It” The Dalek guns twitched impatiently in their sockets.  All eyes were on the Doctor, but he met the pitiless blue stares unflinchingly. “Harm them in any way and I will not cooperate. You can disable me and torture me again or even kill me, but you will NEVER get the TARDIS!” ― Trevor Baxendale, Prisoner of the Daleks Fellow Whovians please bow down and give thanks to the man who wrote possibly the greatest DW novel of all time, certainly of the reboot…. Trevor Baxendale.  Ok, ok so I haven’t read EVERY DW book so the ‘all time’ comment can be almost ignored.  I say almost because I have read reviews by those who have been fans from Hartnell to now who have also said that this is the absolute best ever written.  Don’t believe me?  Check out YouTube where there have been a couple of attempts at recreating scenes, or the video reading of the first chapter with intro and backdrop, whole pages filled with fan art of this very book on DeviantArt etc. etc.  Hell, just look at the ratings on Amazon for it.  Even Barnes and Noble along with the BBC thought it worthy of putting it, along with “Remembrance of the Daleks” from the Classic era into their ‘bonded-leather binding, with distinctive gilt edging and an attractive silk-ribbon bookmark’.  One thing I do take issue with is where it says that on Amazon that it offers…. “…hours of pleasure to readers young and old…” Ahhh, no.  “Prisoner…” is most definitely NOT for the young reader.  It is one of the most, if not THE most adult DW book I have ever read and I have read 95% of the reboots novels.  At times it is downright brutal.  There is no other book where a scene like this is featured…. (He is dragged into a room and forced to stand against a metal wall where he is bound to it via tight clamps around his ankles and wrists.  Then something is clamped to his head with hundreds of fine needles pricked his scalp.) “I AM DALEK X’ ‘Can’t say I’m pleased to meet you, sorry’ ‘YOU ARE ATTACHED TO A DALEK MIND PROBE.  IT HAS BEEN CALIBRATED TO YOUR SPECIFIC BRAINWAVE FREQUENCY.’ ‘You won’t get anything out of me’ the Doctor blurted. ‘THAT IS NOT THE INTENTION’ replied Dalek X. ‘YET.’ ‘I INTEND TO MEASURE YOUR CAPACITY FOR PHYSICAL PAIN’ said Dalek X ‘Oh.  Why?’ ‘BECAUSE I WISH TO.’ Suffice it to say that what they do to him is written pretty graphically and is even hard to re-type.  There is one part, however, I do like which comes after the second time (in a row, btw) they torture him that I think sums up 10 pretty well, “His brain felt like it was about to burst, but when the torment ended the Doctor found himself laughing.  “That’s it, isn’t it?” he panted, his breath ragged and thin.  “Your losing!” It’s the laughter that makes the scene so surprising and makes it uniquely Ten.   There they are, my least favorite and my best.  What do you think?  Which are yours?

#doctor who novels tenth doctor stories DW novels

[katee358-blog]

Welcome to Hell

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, Demon!Namjoon x Hunter!Reader

Words: 2701

Warnings: Language, that’s about it

A/N: This is my second work I’ve ever posted so please my kind. I know the BTS idea of SDS are very overused and totally unoriginal but I had an inspiration and I had to write. If people want after reading this crappy one-shot I wrote in an hour, yes it took me that long, I’ll continue it with another follow up one-shot(s). But only if it’s highly requested, but I don’t really expect it to be. I may write an AU like this for the other members if I can come up with six other scenarios like this. Note, this is somewhat in the supernatural world/storyline, but some things are different like the deal at the end. Also, for anyone who watched that show, they did already kill the SDS and they most certainly were not BTS so although I don’t like saying this, let’s just pretend. So enjoy, and I’m terribly sorry for the incredibly long A/N!

You took one last sip of your coffee before gathering up your things and leaving your little corner. Shuffling all the loose papers and your tiny books, you took bigger steps towards the exit, not wanting to miss a second preparing for your deal. Your only thoughts consisted of your sister; avenging her, bringing her back, recovering her soul. Eui would not rot down there, not because you were too incompetent to do your job. No, you refused to let that happen.

In your haze, you didn’t notice the man trying to find a seat, running straight into him. With your head down you had collided with his chest.

Unfortunately for him, the sudden impact caused almost all of his coffee to spill onto his sweatshirt, thoroughly staining it. All your books and notes also fell from your hands, but that wasn’t what you were concerned with.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You gasped as a rush of embarrassment swept through you. You reached out to try to wipe it off, but immediately retracted your hand, not quite knowing what to do with it.

The man finally lifted his head to look at you, but his eyes were soft; understanding. “It’s okay. Guess, it’s a good thing I ordered iced.” He gave you a smile, showing off a set of adorable dimples. He spared a glance at the floor at your discarded belongings and bent down to help pick them up.

You joined him instantly, not wanting him or anyone else to see the contents of your notes, lest you attract the attention of someone you shouldn’t. Luckily, you managed to retrieve all of your things without giving him long enough to look at your scribbles and notes.

He gently handed you the last paper with another smile and you got a good look at him. He was definitely cute, which was only made more prominent by the dimples. His blonde hair was done and styled nicely, and his eyes were calming and almost peaceful. It almost made you sad that you didn’t have time or room for a relationship in your life, but you know it’s also for the best. You’ll be doing him a favor by staying as far away from him as possible.

You returned his smile with a small one of your own as you collected your paper from him. You both rose to your feet and you felt the need to apologize again for his shirt. “Really, it’s fine. It’s my laundry day anyway. I’m just thankful it’s not one of my good ones.”

Nodding, you released a breath of relief, knowing you hadn’t completely ruined his afternoon. Standing next to him now, you noticed just how tall he was; probably around six foot.

“Well, thanks for helping me with my things.” You bowed slightly, making his smile grow in response. “I would offer to replace your coffee, but I kind of have somewhere I need to be. I’m really sorry.”

The man shook his head, waving off your concerns. “I understand. I hope you have a good day.”

This time you smiled for real, even if it was somewhat rushed as you raced to leave the café.

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You huffed as you looked around, waiting for the demon to come greet you. You’d just buried your picture in the road, requesting an audience with the crossroads bitch. You’d heard that they particularly enjoyed commentary and absolutely adored their dramatics. Of course it would decide to make you wait.

You really hate demons.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you decided to look again. Just as your eyes began to sweep the treeline, you heard a steady voice behind you.

“You called?”

Swirling around, you greeted a familiar face.

“You?” Your brows furrowed, confusion creeping onto your features as he smiled coyly. “I know you.”

The man you’d spilled coffee over just hours ago bowed deeply with a flourish. He was grinning like someone who held a winning hand. Mischievously, like the Cheshire Cat. “Kim Namjoon, at your service.”

He moved from his spot in the grass, crossing to stand closer as he then made circles around you. His clothes had changed from the coffee shop. He no longer wore a stained sweatshirt and black jeans. Instead, he donned an expensive looking suit, looking as if it’d been tailored specifically for him. It seemed to fit him perfectly; the jacket had colors of navy and golden accents over a black dress shirt. His hair had also changed, now a soft silver in lieu of the blonde he’d had earlier. Though his eyes remained the same, big and brown, you knew what they really were, having seen the black eyes of demons in your time.

He continued to walk circles around you as he proceeded speaking. “I’m touched you remember me as I certainly remember you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Surprised, you blinked at that, your eyes snapping up to meet his. “Who are you? How do you know me? Why do you look different?” The questions spilled past your lips one after another, unable to hold them in.

‘Namjoon’ chuckled darkly at this, seemingly amused. “Well, for one, silver’s just my color.” He shrugged nonchalantly, not stopping in his rounds. “Two, I know everyone. It’s practically in the job description. Three,” he halted right in front of you, staring down at you with mirth. “well, you’re the one who asked for a demon so you tell me.”

A scoff made it’s way from your throat and you didn’t bother to stop your eyes from rolling this time. “Of course. I should’ve known. You demons are everywhere these days, I swear. You’re like cockroaches.”

The demon allowed his mouth to fall open and brought a hand up to his chest in mock offense. “You wound me, Y/N.”

“I wish I could do a lot more.”

This time he skips the sarcasm, laughing to himself.

You watch his dimples come on full display and you’re suddenly angry with him for taking the body he’s chosen.

“So who’s the poor person whose body you stole?” You bark. “Whose life did you steal?”

Namjoon smirks pridefully and looks down to his appearance. “Oh, this old thing? It’s mine actually, from when I was a human.” This surprises you, but he doesn’t cease his ramblings just yet. “Being me in my position comes with it’s perks and I took full advantage of that.”

“Of course you did.”

“Aw, don’t be jealous, Y/N. It’s unbecoming.”

You ignore him, opting instead to ask something on your mind. “So why’d they send you, hm? What makes you so important?”

The silver haired man simply grins at your question, as if he’d been waiting for you to ask it. “I’m a bit of a special demon.”

“Oh yeah, how so?”

This seems to only further please him and he begins walking again. “I belong to a group down in hell. I’m a member of what we call the ‘Seven Devils’, or as you humans refer to us, the ‘Seven Deadly Sins’.”

You don’t hide your jaw from dropping as you stare at him in disbelief. “No way.”

“It’s true.” Namjoon edges, his smile becoming slowly more playful, like a cat with a mouse. Though, you’re embarrassed to admit you both know who’s who.

“Try to see if you can guess which one I am.” Namjoon encourages, bouncing in his place. “I’ll even give you the options.” He says, as if this is a game he wants to see if you’ll win.

You allow another scoff, pressing your fingers to your temples to try and relieve the pain from the headache you’re getting. You look to address Namjoon and tell him you’re not in the mood for his games, but when you turn back to him, he’s not where he was. You look around for a second, until you feel hands steady your shoulders.

Pressing his front into your back, Namjoon leans down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. A cool shiver runs through your spine, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of shuddering. He seems to know anyway, because he chuckles softly in your ear before whispering, “Lust, Pride, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy or Greed?”

You inhale sharply at his close proximity, wanting nothing more than to swing your elbow back and connect it with his gorgeous face. But, you see that taking you nowhere. So you decide it best to humor him. Why can’t he just get back to the point? You already feel bothered enough by his show earlier, making a fool out of you. God, why can’t things just be easy?

Though he’d said each of them the same, there was something about the last one, a shift in his tone.

“Greed.” You declare, confident in your answer.

Namjoon pulls away from you, coming to stand back in front. His face lights up, a hint of something akin to intrigue or maybe respect grace his features. He claps his hands together ceremoniously with a trace of faux light-heartedness. “And ding ding ding we have a winner.” He announces with sudden energy. “You’re quite perceptive, aren’t you?”

You didn’t like the way he said that. It were as if he were studying you, storing any bit of information he gathers for later.

“Wonderful, go me, can we get back to the subject now, please?” You bite, your patience wearing thin.

“Of course, of course.” Namjoon nods, walking out past you, his figure illuminated only by moonlight. “You wanted to strike up a deal. You must be pretty desperate to make a deal with the devil.”

His face turns slightly to the side, waiting for a reaction. The fact that he was able to see right through you bothers you more than you’d like to admit. Your face begins to flush in irritation.

“But you’re not the devil, Namjoon.” You retort, wanting to steer the topic away from your apparently obvious willingness to comply.

The man shrugs, turning back around. His honey toned skin seems to glow under the starlit sky above and you hate how unfair it is that horrible creatures such as demons only appear to be beautiful. He definitely is no exception. His eyes lock on yours and you find it hard to move under his intense gaze. “Maybe not… but I’m better.”

“I don’t think there’s enough room in this exchange for your ego, Namjoon. You’d probably do well to leave it at that shithole you call a home.” You roll your eyes so far back into your head, you wonder if they’ll get stuck there.

Namjoon chuckles despite your blow, not seeming to care about your witty remark. “Someone’s defensive.” He grins, but you don’t regret your words. “Noted.”

A grimace passes through you as you feel like the subject of some sort of observation. You hate how he’s got you under his thumb, but what makes it worse is how he knows it, too.

With an agonized sigh, you explain to him what you want. You make it clear that you not only want your sister back alive, but soul returned as well. Eui as a demon is not apart of the plan. You’re pretty sure your sister would kill you for bringing her back like that if you’re not already in hell. Namjoon listens to you carefully as you describe exactly how you want your deal to be, nodding his head along as you go. He doesn’t interrupt until you’re finished, something that you’re grateful for.

When you’re done, you take a deep breath and spare a glance at Namjoon. The corners of his lips lift up in interest and a hand comes up to stroke his chin thoughtfully.

“You do know the drill don’t you?” He asks, dark eyes scanning every inch of your face, awaiting confirmation. When you nod, he looks away. “You can either sell us your life or your soul, but either way you’re still condemned. Your only prize being a one-way ticket straight to hell.”

He peeks at you from beneath his lashes, offering you a curious stare. “I’m aware.”

“Interesting.”

Your brows furrow. “Can we just get on with this?” You ask, exasperated. Your body is getting more exhausted by the minute and this conversation is not helping what is left of your sanity.

“Well, here’s the thing. We’re running a little slow down in hell right now as many of our reapers are getting abducted and the death poll isn’t nearly where it should be.” His face turns troubled as he talks, like just the thought causes a new mount of worries. “We could really use an extra hand.”

The meaning behind his suggestion dawns on you and vexation and anger begin to build up in you at the mere implication. “Are you asking me to kill people?” How could he even propose such a thing? And casually at that.

Then again, he is a demon. What did you really expect?

Much to your relief, he shakes his head, denying your accusation. “No, but I am asking you to help assist me and my other members with our jobs. More and more people are sinning everyday and it’s our job to reel them in and help guide the sinful and polluted souls to their punishment.”

“So, like, make deals with them in exchange for their souls?”

“Exactly.”

“... Is that what this is?”

Namjoon tilts his head to the side, an amused smile playing at his lips. “I’m not sure, yet.” He replies, which does nothing to help quell your worries. “Let me sleep on it.”

You close your eyes, allowing yourself to think about your options. You could either help a demon condemn souls to hell and get your sister back, or you could refuse and let Eui remain in hell until you no doubt join her, thus ending any chance either of you have.

You hate the thought of doing that to innocent people, but you hate the fact that the decision is easy even more.

“Deal.”

“Deal?”

“Deal.” You sigh, looking Namjoon straight in the eyes defiantly. “If you bring my sister back exactly how I asked, I’ll help you make or secure your little deals or whatever you want.”

Namjoon’s smile turns elated, almost like a kid on Christmas morning, but they lack the childish innocence. Without missing a beat, he reaches up into the sky and produces a quill and a piece of parchment paper out of thin air and hands them to you graciously. You get the hint immediately and go to read the whole thing to make sure it’s fair and as you described. He waits quietly as you read, and when you deem it worthy he stays in his spot.

“Just sign your name on the bottom line.”

Your eyes find where he’s referring to and don’t hesitate as you write your first and last name, fearing that you might back out if you allow yourself to wait. Instantly, they disappear when it’s done and Namjoon is grinning from ear to ear. However, you know how these things work and you know that you’re not quite done, yet.

He seems to understand what you’re waiting for and wastes no time pressing his lips to yours. You feel disgusted the second it happens, your instinct wanting to pull away and run the other direction until your legs give out. It feels wrong; sinful in it’s own right. You felt as if with every second that passed where you stayed connected like this, an infection or disease crept farther and farther into your soul. But, really, you’d been headed down for a while now.

You separated and you briskly push your arms out to distance yourself from Namjoon as best you could. You fixed him with a glare as he stared back. “Did you really have to make it that long?”

“What can I say, I’m known for being greedy.”

With his quip, Namjoon walked back over to his original spot in the grass. “It’s been nice doing business with you, Y/N.”

“Can’t say I feel the same.”

One last chuckle escaped and he bowed once more. “I’ll be in touch.” He gave a wink before he disappeared. “Welcome to hell.”

Welcome, indeed.

#bts #seven deadly sins #supernatural #supernatural au #bts au #greed #kim namjoon #rm #au #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts supernatural au #demon au

[puppymommy6]

These Pet Breeds Normally Have Unbelievably Lovable Puppies

The only thing far better than a canine in this globe is a baby pet dog. Pups are so sweet, so pure, therefore adorable that it's almost excessive to handle. Every young puppy is excellence, yet there are some puppy types around that produce deadly amounts of adorable.

These are the pet breeds that constantly have unbelievably lovable pups.

1. Chow chow

Chow chows are loyal, dedicated pet dogs, and they make some quite terrific young puppies. As young puppies, chow chows are downright cute.

Following: This huge type has incredibly charming pups.

2. St. Bernard

St. Bernard puppies are pretty darn adorable, too. As they grow older, they come to be pretty subtle, tranquil dogs, but as young puppies, they're rather energetic.

Next: This breed is cute at any type of age.

3. Corgi

Because they remain quite tiny as well as due to the fact that their individualities are so funny, corgis are adorable at any age. A corgi young puppy is especially adorable.

Following: A traditional family members pet dog

4. Golden retriever

They exhibit puppy-like actions well right into the adult years, however when they really are pups, they're extremely, really adorable. Golden retriever puppies have beautiful soft, feather-like coats.

Following: A young puppy that's even more wrinkles than pet dog.

5. Shar Pei

Shar peis are recognized for their creases. A lot of shar pei puppies need to turn into their wrinkles, so as little dogs, they just resemble a little pile of folded up skin. Between their loose skin that they have yet to turn into and their small little ears jabbing up, Shar pei pups are some of the prettiest around.

Following: An adorably persistent pup

6. Beagle

Beagles stay relatively tiny, but when they're even smaller as young puppies, they're especially charming. Simply be sure to begin obedience training at a very early age (in spite of exactly how charming they are), so that stubborn puppy nature doesn't turn into a behavioral issue later on in life.

Next: A puppy that was made renowned thanks to Sex and the City

7. Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

Cavalier King Charles spaniels are caring, eager-to-please dogs. If you assume they're cute as grownups, you ought to see a cavalier King Charles pup.

Next: These puppies are very energetic for their age and dimension.

8. Husky

Huskies are exceptionally energetic dogs that love running, treking, as well as discovering. Husky young puppies are pretty energetic (especially for puppies). With a husky puppy, you'll have a little bundle of furry, lively power to amuse.

Following: These pups enjoy to exist about at home.

9. English bulldog

English bulldog young puppies are very manageable, in spite of their challenging young puppy outside. As puppies, English bulldogs like to be inside your home with their families as well as aren't exactly a package of energy. Also later on in life, English bulldogs aren't especially active, but as puppies, they particularly like snuggling in your home over skipping around outside.

Following: An especially easy-going pup

10. Basset canine

With their droopy, depressing eyes and also their ears that are just a little also big for their bodies, basset canines are a few of the prettiest pups around. When they're young, they're also rather simple going as well as often tend to quadrate almost everyone. The vital thing to bear in mind with basset canines pups is that though it may seem like they would certainly like to lay around all day, they still need a suitable amount of workout to remain in form.

Following: A terrific family young puppy

11. Bernese mountain pet

They're also simple to educate, also when they're young. With their huge paws, stunning black, white, as well as brownish coats, and curious expressions, they make pretty darn cute pups.

Following: https://www.washingtonpost.com/newssearch/?query=dog One of the much more lively puppies.

12. Bloodhound

Bloodhound pups have the wrinkles of a shar pei and the droopiness of a basset hound, as well as they're absolutely charming. Though bloodhounds grow up to be honorable pets, they love to run about and also play, specifically at a young age.

Next: This puppy type is super expressive.

13. American pitbull terrier

You can not aid yet enjoy the face of a pitbull young puppy. They have striking, curious eyes and often nearly human-like expressions. They're pleasant, lively, as well as loaded with individuality. If you https://mktreattruck.com/dog-products/dog-grooming/ have the pleasure of bringing a pitbull young puppy house, look forward to lots of kisses as well as snuggles.

Next: A face only a mother might enjoy

14. French bulldog

French bulldog puppies are likewise wrinkly little packages of pleasure. With their large insect eyes, bat-like ears, and broad little shoulders, French bulldog young puppies are delightfully strange. They're not every person's charming favorite, yet when you are a French Bulldog fan, you're a determined follower forever.

Following: A young puppy that's easy to educate

15. Labrador retriever

Labradors are one more traditional family members breed, and, child, do they have some cute pups. They're also simple to train as puppies, as they're eager to please.

[cscreativecentre]

"Pieces of Another Life" (CS + The Forgotten Son)

Summary: Mostly a cursed Killian point of view story, spec on his character and job for season seven, with little dashes of CS, Captain Cobra, and Captain Charming thrown in.

Rating: PG-13

Officer Colin Rogers slowly drug his weary body into his empty apartment well after midnight, barely taking the energy to toss his keys into the dish on the counter by the door and set his gun and badge next to them. He was bone tired by the end of most shifts, but he had been more so lately. The constant revolution of the same crimes, jealousies, thefts, and hate in an endless loop, people hurting one another without hesitation or remorse; it wore him down.

Toeing off the shoes he wore each day on the welcome mat in the hall, he let out a sigh as he made his way to the kitchen, absently running a hand through his already haphazardly missed dark hair. Reaching the refrigerator, Colin pulled it open and found bread and enough lunch meat and cheese to make sandwich for his long overdue supper. Then he took his plate and a glass of rum into the living room where he sunk into his well-worn couch.

Off his feet at last, Colin bit into his late night meal, chewing thoughtfully as tense muscles held alert and ready all day finally relaxed against the couch cushions. He allowed his thoughts to meander back over his shift on-duty, lingering at the endearing if unusual encounter he’d had while out on patrol.

He had been coming out of a corner convenience store where he’d gone to do a follow-up report on a robbery some weeks back, and as he had stepped out onto the busy sidewalk, he’d heard several youthful shouts of alarm and seem half a dozen middle school aged boys scatter in all directions. Shaking off the resigned disappointment that even youngsters felt an engrained fear and mistrust of officers such as himself who were working to keep them safe, Colin had nearly moved on when he’d noticed one boy clearly left behind by the pack, stooping quietly to pick an item up off the sidewalk and looking suspiciously as though he might be fighting back upset tears.

Colin had walked over, trying to appear as nonchalant and unintimidating as possible, but determined to see that the child was alright. As he had come to stand in front of the kid however, he’d realized the boy was much younger than the ones who had run off. Colin would have judged him to be nine or ten at the most. He wondered briefly why one quote that young was roaming the city streets alone.

The sandy blond was clutching the article he’d retrieved from the sidewalk, which Colin could now see was a battered hardcover book, and tears were indeed swimming in solemn blue eyes, though the youth was stubbornly not allowing them to fall. The pieces slid together in Colin’s mind all too easily from there; clearly this smaller lad had become the object of taunting by the group, probably had his book taken and kept away from reach by the way his was resolutely shielding it now, for whatever arbitrary reasoning terms often used. He still remembered how nonsensical but vicious children could be from his own youth. Though that had been decades ago and overseas, some things never changed, or not as much as folks would like to think.

Determined to cheer the young man a bit, Colin had casually offered his name to which he had received a murmured, “David” when he asked for the lad’s in return. He tried to ignore the odd flare of recognition that warmed his insides at the moniker. It didn’t make sense, as he didn’t know anyone with that name. However, though he could tuck the feeling away for later, it didn’t disappear.

He led the boy to a nearby bus stop bench, took a seat, and hoping to put the youth at ease and get him to do the same, Colin inquired what he was reading with a nod to the book now tucked under David’s arm.

“It’s Peter Pan,” David informed him, looking skeptical that this grown-up might not have read what he clearly regarded as a classic. “My favorite,” he added stoutly.

“Good choice,” Colin nodded, giving the boy a conspiratorial smile. “I’ve always enjoyed that tale myself. I will admit to feeling a bit sorry for Captain Hook though myself. He’s trapped on that island, harried by pesky Lost Boys, stuck with a bumbling crew, Indians haunting his steps, and the adversary who took his hand and fed it to the croc constantly baiting him.”

Pleased to see David opening up at someone willing to listen to his thoughts on Neverland and it’s enchanted adventures, Colin had chuckled good naturedly when the youth’s eyes bugged wide at that admission.

“But Hook’s the villain!” the boy sputtered, looking genuinely aghast. “You can’t root for the bad guy!”

“Oh, even villains have a story, I wager,” Colin answered him with a wink. “True, they’ve chosen to make bad choices and will have to deal with the consequences of those decisions, but they weren’t born villainous. Evil is made by their experiences - what they go through and how it affects them.”

Colin wasn’t sure were the words had come from but they echoed in his brain after their utterance, simply seeming true to him beyond a doubt. David seemed to be chewing on that for the moment and didn’t speak. When the bus pulled up not long after, the boy stood, having clearly been waiting for it all along.

“Thanks for your help before, Officer,” David said by way of farewell.

“You are more than welcome,” Colin had assured him. Then he had seen the lad off with a wave as the bus moved away from the curb and gone back to his cruiser.

No, he thought, now in the barely lit apartment as he sipped his drink. It wasn’t the job that was the problem. Moments like that one, when he helped someone in need, whether that need was big or small, felt worthwhile, as if he were doing some good. It was more that he felt so empty between those moments. As if there had once been something else - or someone else - to live his life for. Sometimes wisps of memory teased his mind, of a house full of people, messy, chaotic, but beloved. However, when he tried to grasp those images and see them clearly, they vanished, and he was alone in this little apartment. It was the loneliness that are at him and left him missing something he knew logically he’d never had. For if this lost past he envisioned had been real, what had happened and why couldn’t he remember?

His mind then shifted to his return to the station that afternoon and the slimy Chief of Detectives , Gold, sticking his head into the bullpen to bark an order to see him in his office. Once there, he had given Colin a dressing down for wasting his time on patrol babying some sniveling child instead of dealing with “real crime”. Heaven knew how the man had even gotten wind of it, but his snide comment that he didn’t want to see any official reports of meanies taking away storybooks had almost been Colin’s breaking point. He’d bitten the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood in order to hold back an angry retort. It would get him nowhere against a superior officer.

The man had always rubbed Colin the wrong way. Something about Gold was altogether slick and conniving, as if he were maneuvering the rest of them around like pawns in a chessboard. Gold didn’t take the big risks of the job himself, sneakily keeping out of harm’s way when things grew truly dangerous and then returning in the aftermath with a cunningly reptilian glint in his eye to take credit for victories or place blame in defeats.

Colin stood up from the couch with effort, knowing he needed to find what sleep he could; tomorrow would be another long day on duty. Curling into bed, he clutched his pillow to him with the strange sense of longing which had begun to plague him; once there had been a warm and real body lying next to him - a husky, feminine laugh against his collarbone and a nose pressed into the hollow of his throat and they had snuggled close together. It was crazy, and yet the idea of it haunted him more with each passing day.

He dreamt in fragments: oversized books in brown leather with gilt lettering on the covers, the waves rolling in the open sea, a yellow Volkswagen, and the glittering threat of a crocodile smile.

~~kj~~kj~~kj~~

The following afternoon found Colin waiting in the ER to be stitched up, still trying to catch his breath from taking a bullet wound to the side. He wanted to blame lack of sleep for the haze that had descended, the way his body had gone on autopilot without awaiting confirmation from his brain. He was lucky it hadn’t been much worse, that he was still sitting there with only a minor injury.

They had taken a domestic disturbance call from a neighbor, a familiar address and a couple they had dealt with before. This time however, when their unit had burst in, things had already escalated seriously. The guy had been screaming at his girlfriend and waving a gun around, long past Amy semblance of reason. Calm negotiation had backfired, the assailant losing it completely at feeling himself patronized. Shots had been fired, Gold had hit the deck, then turned tail and fled. The guy had aimed again, not just for warning this time, but with deadly intent in his eyes as he’d zeroed in on the blonde he had been raging against. Colin hadn’t even thought. He had dived for her, sending them both to the floor in a heap and careening across slick linoleum, the shot meant for her grazing across his ribs like a tongue of fire.

She had been hysterical; screaming and struggling to get up as he slumped against her, the air knocked out of his lungs for a moment. Dazedly, he had registered that his hand was tangled in her long golden hair, having tried to protect her head from impact when they fell. Blinking dumbly, he’d had to fight down the urge to brush through those honeyed strands soothingly, managing - just barely - to resist the impulse, but sure as he lived in that instant that he had done it somewhere before. That he had gently fingered silky tresses as bright as the sun, and that he had done so to calm a person he had loved when they were troubled, though she hovered maddeningly just beyond the reach of recall.

He was still seeking blindly for the rest of the memory - a face, a name, to go with the tactile sensation - when the doctor came in to stitch him up. And when he tried to return to the image later as he left the hospital for home, it was long gone once more.

~~~kj~~kj~~kj~~~

He was home much earlier that night, heating up soup and enjoying it at the kitchen island with milk and warm, crusty, buttered French bread as he mulled over the almost surreal events of the day while gingerly favoring his wounded side. Finished, he took his rum nightcap to the living room once more, unsettled and moving carefully to protect the bandages over his ribs. Aimlessly he flipped through channels on the tv, but nothing caught his interest or allayed his troubled thoughts.

Bringing the glass to his lips, Colin was startled to see that his hand shook slightly, wavering with the uncertainty he felt inside. Why did he have these strange fleeting memories he couldn’t place? The sense of loss that dogged him defied his understanding, but it was not going away. Something or someone - maybe several someones - was missing, whether he could explain it or not, and their absence was coloring his entire life.

Just then, a knock sounded at his door. Puzzled, Colin looked over, wondering who could be seeking him out, but when they continued a second time, he stood and shuffled over to find out. He winced when his movement caught at the stitches and pressed a hand to his throbbing side.

Upon swinging the door open though, his confusion only grew. Before him stood a lean, brown-haired man, appearing to be in his mid-twenties, looking nervous, awkward, and yet blatantly hopeful, and hand on the shoulder of a little dark-eyes girl who stood at his side.

“Hello, do I know you?” Colin asked doubtfully, not wanting to appear rude but not thinking he had ever seen the man before.

The stranger offered his hand with a tiny half-smirk that oddly reminded Colin of a younger version of himself, and a spark of that same playful something repeated itself in the younger man’s eyes. Clearing his throat, the visitor shook Colin’s hand when he held it out and began to speak. “Hi, I’m Henry Mills. I know you won’t remember this… but once upon a time, I was your stepson.”

by @snowbellewells

#season seven spec #cursed!killian #cs angst #captain swan #cs ff #cs fic #snowbellewells #submission

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And here is the helm of a new Open Source OC of mine, Mr Mash

This man appears as a six-armed purple-skinned biker with a barred helmet akin to the one above, in rough-cut but weirdly elaborate clothes of red and gold.

He travels from city to city, blocking paths for the purposes of challenging strong individuals to fights, with the wager being their weapons. He appears to be searching for a specific one, known only as the “White Weapon,”

Possibly linked to the legendary Exaclibur but definitely the “good” twin to the infamous “Black Blade” that travels the multiverse. Of course, while the blades are locked in an endless, eternal  struggle.

But, his reasons for seeking the Weapon have absolutely nothing to do with that conflict, often leading to him come crashing into stories he has nothing to do with as he fruitlessly quests.

He is also followed by his “mount,” Aniki.  Varying in form but usually some sort of rideable; wheeled techno-organic monster, who he considers a friend. It changes forms across the Multiverse and often gets separated in the midst of “jumps” to the point where Mash has to look for them; often seeking help from the very people he fights right after.

His personality is very warm; a fierce fighter with a belligerent; boasting; almost comical attitude but when bested he is relatively genial, and if one manages to befriend him, he is loyal to a fault.

He also has many; may weapons he stories in some unknown place, but he has two frequent sets he tends to use as his “baseline,” one of melee weapons and one of firearms.

The melee assortment includes:

Brightsabre- A simple cyllinder able to extend into a bright yellow-white “blade” of energy, he says this is a rare variety; but more likely it is one of the mass-produced early versions of such. It still chews through night any material and can reflect bullets; energy weapons and sometimes even magic.

Photon Pak- A backpack with a nozzle attached; this looping striped beam is mainly considered “melee” by virtue of its bucking nature and ability to reel in spiritual matter that makes it akin to a grappling lasso. It still hurts like a motherfucker if you touch it though. On a lighter note, it is able to produce amazing moving images if wielded with the right amount of skill (And psionics), which Mash has used for the purposes of street laser-light shows when he’s needed a quick buck.

Nightmare Claw- A glove with huge knived talons on its appendages, this weapon once belonged to a serial-killer turned nightmarish demon, from who Mash stole a copy while dreaming (Ironically at least leading to one temporary defeat of the being). It is able to morph in length and cutting ability, but its real draw is the ability to cut through space to create holes to jump through. Though, often Mash gets lost through these holes and ends up taking a minute to find his way back to the battlefield.

Liberty Shield- A red-white-and-blue-striped shield made as the second-closest thing to the most powerful shield in the multiverse, this shield is not only able to deflect nigh any force applied, but also functions as a bashing and ricocheting discus weapon. Though, Mash is not quite as skilled with throwing the weapon as its original owner; so he often ends up having to retrieve it.

Abnormal Chainsaw- This appears to be a worn variant of any normal; industrial chainsaw; except for the fact that it never seems to get any more worn; and the fact that it never clogs; as it chops through anything it touches with supernatural swiftness

PK Bat- A golden-colored shiny metal baseball bat with a strange translucent aura around it, this weapon is able to produce wide waves of fire; random blasts of lightning and concentrated blasts of frost from its tip due to having been once used by a master psionicist. Though, some have said his ability to use this may indicate latent psionic powers; along with many other telltale signs say scholars.

The Gun-Based Assortment Includes

BFG 6660- An enormous gun like nothing so much as a huge satanic mailbox, this weapon seemingly was enchanted by some forces of hell after it was accidentally given to demonic forces, shooting huge waves of unholy plasma that linger long after the initial blast.

Ol' Painful- An ordinary chain gun, albeit the size of something that should be mounted on a helicopter with nigh-unlimited ammo. Very likely engineered by a gunsmith while on a drunken bender one night; in a way not even he could replicate.

Judgement OMA- A weapon able to fire normal, incendiary, explosive, homing, taser, gas, and holy bullets on different settings, this is a weapon from an authoritarian police force in a world where things have gone very; very wrong. Mr Mash’s copy happens to have a “Random” setting, custom made for him, because “It’s more fun this way”

Shumacher Special- Created by a deranged cryonicist upon the loss of his wife, this weapon is able to fire devastating blasts of frost; with the unintended capacity for cryonic preservation, able to preserve the lives of those frozen in critic suspension for aeons with only a quick warm-up needed to revive them. It is also called the “Mr Nipples” by some, though never in front of Mash’s face.

Martian Heater- Something like a retro-ray-gun that shoots devastating waves of heat and causes most things it touches to combust or melt, it’s big enough that it looks like it should be attached to some invading tripod-machine. And, in fact, that is very much where Mash wrenched it off of, having driven into a timeline while an alien invasion was going on and driving Aniki into one of the war machine’s legs because he thought it might help. It did, but not how he thought…

Valkyre Blossom- Akin to a tiny spaceship with a trigger attached, it has a very long windup and cool down time, but when pressed it unleashes a flower-shaped spray (Hence the name) of beam-bolts and missiles; creating a massive cone of projectile death. Nobody knows where he got it, not even Mr Mash, though rumors include a shrink ray or the last “taxidermied” remnants of an attempt at making starships that could reproduce gone hideously wrong,

The WTF Assortment Includes

Bullet Sword- A sword made of the lead of thousands of spent bullets, then enchanted with necromancy and healing magic to give them eternally the kinetic energy they had when they were fired while still in flight. It looks akin to a sword made of glowing spheres, able to fire off those spheres in a boomeranging “loop” and to absorb bullets to increase its power

Neon Blaster- Resembling nothing so much as an incredibly elaborate “Eat At Joes” sign, and in fact most likely made by one, this releases a gas as its primary charge, which is not neon but which may in fact be sentient given its tendency to form letters and phrases as it spreads. Then, the secondary charge activates the gas, lighting it up to form magical glyphs resembling neon signs; able to exhibit many; many effects. Mash tends tp be pretty “hands off” on what spells he wants the gas to form, though it doesn’t help that he doesn’t know how to use the settings that control such things on the weapon, but the gas seems to have a pretty good idea of what is useful in that situation.

The Harryhausen- This weapon consists of three seemingly organic tendriil-like arms and a singular tendril-like neck with a reptilian; muttonchopped face, able to move of their own volition and drain blood from their grappled enemies as sustenance, While powerful in its own right, its real draw is the ability of the main head to cast spells that heal and hasten its owner; though it seemingly can only do this after it has drawn a bit of blood first.

Shock-Rocker- An enormous electric guitar with its own built in “speaker” resembling electrical apparatti such as Jacob’s ladders and tesla coils, this machine produces deadly electrical waves even as it produces beautiful musical tones. It usually plays tunes of a classic-hard-rock style, given that is Mr Mash’s preferences.

Engine Fist- Essentially the entire front half of a futuristic muscle car turned into a brass-knuckled gauntlet, this mechanism’s engine has been modified to produce the maximum possible sheer force with every punch. Though, the time gap between one punch and the next is usually pretty wide; given it is possible to break one’s arm from the sheer force if it us used too frequently within a short stretch of time.

Frankenstein- A hodgepodge of different parts from many different broken legendary weapons; from when Mash tried to create a “Magnum Opus” of gun smithery, this machine’s parts are wildly incongruous in appearance; including a slot-machine-style roller reel and a tank of slime. The slime seems to be its self-replenishing “ammunition” supply and, appropriately enough, the reel always spins whenever the machine is fired. It launches a random effect with each time; with even Mash unsure they’ve seen all its effects. Though, 90% of the time the effect usually helps Mash more than the enemy, so he considers it effective enough.

The process of dimensional travel sometimes alters Mr Mash from his original appearance; to different species or; more often; to different genders; to the point where in some corners he is known as “Miss Mash;” though all variants tend to share the basic garb and appearance with the original; usually attractive for what they are but with an emphasis on height; muscularity and general devil-may-care-ness in their looks.

They consider themselves technically genderfluid due to this, preferring to be referred to by the typical pronouns of their current form, and they are attracted to all genders (Though they’re a bit of a dorky cassanova when it comes to wooing; no matter what body they are in). He seems to go by a different name across other parts of the multiverse, but he is loath to say what it is...

Btw, This character; Mr Mash; and all his accountriments are free to use by anyone, as they see fit, under a CC-0 license

I’m doing this one as a bit more open than my others, given the character’s not just as much an expy of a certain character, but they may in fact be that character, so IDK if he’s worth a CC-BY license...

#open source character #public domain #expy #gilgamesh #final fantasy #weapons #open source characters #my art #my ocs #sorta

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