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skyyknights · 9 months

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you feel like home

Ao3

Link hadn’t thought it possible that this day could get any worse.

But, as usual, he was proven wrong.

He had already spent the entirety of the day clearing out a fresh nest of monsters from Skyview Temple, which had earned him nothing better than a broken rib and a collection of fresh gashes on his face and torso. He was sore and hot and hungry and tired– no, not tired, exhausted – and all he wanted was to get back to the Sealed Temple, inhale the soup Zelda had planned to make for tonight, and crawl into his bedroll.

The monsters might not have been so bad to deal with, but it had only been a week since Fi went to sleep, and the new sword the Academy had gifted him was nothing like hers. It was heavy and clumsy and rough in his hands, and no matter how much he practiced with it, it just wasn’t the same, meaning his daily swordsman tasks were harder and took longer. Meaning he sometimes fumbled with his new blade, an often dangerous mistake that only served to obtain him new cuts and bruises.

He missed Fi’s sword and her advice and her kindness. He missed the sense of humor she had developed, and the gracefulness with which she danced, like she was made of air. He missed having someone to talk to about his feelings for Zelda. He missed her chiming voice and the warmth she had finally begun to display towards the end of his journey.

He missed her.

But, as he always reminded himself, moping about it wouldn’t bring her back. So he forced his thoughts to turn elsewhere, like how good Zelda’s soup would taste. How nice her hands, cool and faintly calloused from her own swordsmanship abilities, would feel as they bandaged his wounds. How wonderful his bedroll would be as he drifted off into sleep.

His broken rib was beginning to feel like a knife digging into his body, and with every step he took blood oozed from the gashes on his torso, but he was almost to the Sealed Temple where he could rest . So with the last of his energy Link climbed up a set of vines, hauled himself onto the ledge at the top, and froze, his heart sinking into his boots.

What looked to be half of Skyloft was gathered in the grassy area just outside the side door of the Sealed Temple.

Link could feel exhaustion settling further into his bones as he scanned the dozens of cheerful faces and began desperately searching for an excuse not to join them, but “I’m tired” was the best he could come up with. He had to admit, the tables sagging with food at one edge of the space looked appealing, but even more appealing was the thought of drifting into unconsciousness, away from the pain. He’d have to ask Zelda to bring him a small bowl of soup and then he’d go to bed.

First he would have to excuse himself to the veritable horde of Skyloftians in front of him. Link ducked into a shadow for a moment, doing his best to smooth his sweat-soaked hair and make his tunic look somewhat presentable, the latter being a failed endeavor due to the fresh bloodstains covering it. After a moment he gave up on his appearance, clenched his fists in preparation, and looked up to–

His whole body stiffened, and for a moment his vision washed red in anger.

What in Hylia’s name was he doing here?!

It was bad enough that most of Link’s acquaintance was grouped ahead, a social gathering being the last thing he needed at the moment. But it felt like an utter slap in the face to see that goddess-darned robot sandwiched comfortably next to Zelda of all people, buzzing and chirping about something Link couldn’t hear at this distance, as the rest of the crowd listened in what appeared to be…

Rapture??

Link’s teeth gritted together so hard his jaw ached. He thought he was free of Scrapper after his mission, after Fi went to sleep and there was no reason for the robot to want to associate with him anymore. And yet there he was, seated happily next to Link’s best friend, captivating the whole crowd with tales of…what? His own conceit and false bravado?

Zelda laughed just then at something Scrapper had said, shaking her head a little with her eyes crinkled in amusement, and something twisted in Link’s chest. Maybe jealousy, maybe wrath, maybe an emotion he wasn’t even able to name, but he had to know what that odious little robot was saying to make Zelda laugh like that. He crept silently closer, no one bothering to notice him because their attention was fixed firmly on Scrapper, and caught his breath to listen.

“So of course, zoo-weep,” Scrapper buzzed, utterly pleased with his rapt audience, “I told Master Shortpants that I’d handle the monsters myself, because he’s just the worst, zrrp, and in maybe a minute I had them all cleared out. He was in awe, bzeep, since he couldn’t possibly do any of that himself.” He paused, seemingly glancing towards Zelda. “Like I’ve always said, bzzt, some hero he is! Master Shortpants can’t even defend himself from a simple monster; he’s really just a coward, zweep–”

“What did you say?”

Link’s sword had flashed from its sheath before he knew what he was doing, and he wielded it with trembling hands, red swimming in and out of his vision. The Skyloftians’ eyes were on him in an instant, but the only thing he could register was the way Scrapper leaned backwards just slightly, his nonrobotic eye seeming to widen a fraction.

That’s right, you little jerk, you better cower before me–

His rib screamed in protest at his sudden movements, but Link ignored the pain– something his journey had made him successful at– and took a step forward, fury boiling in his expression as he shoved the tip of his sword directly in Scrapper’s face. “I said ,” he spat, teeth clenched together as spots swarmed in his vision, “what did you say?”

“Link–” Zelda started to say, but Scrapper cut her off with a nervous zweeeeept! “That’s right,” Link choked, bile rising in his throat, “you should be nervous, because if you ever say a thing like that again I’ll tear your very circuits out, you hear me?” He lowered his sword, entire body beginning to tremble with exhaustion. “Because I spent this entire day killing monsters, and I did the same thing every day these past few months; and whenever I was with you and there were monsters you begged and pleaded for me to protect you, you who were safe in the air as I got stabbed and punched, so don’t even try to say that I am a coward because I’ll rip the propeller right from your stupid little head–”

“ Link!” Instructor Eagus’s voice snapped out, sharp and biting, and Link flinched, sending a fresh spurt of blood from his side. “I think that’s quite enough, don’t you?”

Link’s sword dropped to the grass with a metallic clang. He stood frozen in shock for a moment, feeling the weight of dozens of eyes upon him, and then set his jaw and limped past the silent crowd, yanking open the Sealed Temple’s side door and disappearing inside. He let the door slam shut behind him, the sound echoing in the ancient structure, and stormed over to his side of the temple, digging blindly through his belongings for a roll of bandages.

He finally located one and stumbled to his feet, easing out of his bloodied tunic and chainmail and letting them drop to the floor before glancing down at his torso. A wave of nausea washed over him at the sight of the bruises and deep gashes mottling his skin– during his journey, he usually just swallowed a potion after receiving an injury, never bothering to stop and treat the wound properly. The sight of fresh lacerations on his body was something he still wasn’t used to.

“Link?”

There was a booming echo as the Sealed Temple door swung shut again, the sound nearly drowning out Zelda’s voice. Link flinched a second time, resolutely keeping his back to her and wiping bloody hands on his pants, and Zelda continued softly, her words laced in concern, “What happened to you?”

Link swallowed. “Only about six dozen Bokoblins and skulltulas,” he muttered bitterly, peeling off his gloves. “Oh, and three stalmasters.”

“I’m– I’m sorry.” Her footsteps moved closer, hollow against the stone floor, and he could sense her hesitating as he started fumbling with the roll of bandages. “Do you…want help with that?”

He rolled his lips together, tasting the dried sweat upon them, before relenting with a slow nod. “Yeah. That would be nice.”

He turned to face her, and Zelda gasped, her eyes widening. Judging by her reaction, the front of his torso was much worse than the back. “Link, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, ears drooping slightly as she reached to take the bandages from him. “That must hurt a lot.”

He shrugged, instantly regretting the movement as a spasm of pain flared in his ribs. “It’s fine, I guess,” he said dully. For the first time he noticed she held a bucket of steaming water in her hands. “What’s that for?”

“To clean your wounds, silly. Were you not planning to?” Zelda told him faintly before pointing to a nearby stool. “Sit, please.”

Link obeyed, settling himself carefully onto the stool so as not to jostle his injuries further, and Zelda knelt beside him, dipping a cloth into the hot water and then pressing it gently to the wound on his forearm. He tensed, teeth sinking into his lower lip as a grimace passed over his face. “Sorry,” Zelda whispered, cleaning the wound as gently as possible. “That must hurt a lot, huh?”

He hissed out a breath, then nodded, head dropping slightly. “Not as bad as my ribs,” he mumbled reluctantly. “Stalmaster broke one.”

“I’ll have to get you more than one potion when I’m done, then.” Zelda paused, one hand coming up to caress his cheek, which was crusted in dirt and streaks of dried sweat and blood. “Link, I’m…I’m so sorry you have to deal with this. I’ll come with you next time, help you–”

“No.” It came out harsher than he meant, and she flinched, starting to pull away. Link swallowed forcefully and caught her wrist before she could, keeping her palm on his face and leaning into her touch. “I’m sorry. I just…I don’t want you going through this, is all.” He let his eyes fall shut as she stroked one thumb across his cheekbone. “I’m doing it for you, you know.”

“I know,” she said softly, brushing sweaty bangs from his forehead. Her hand left his face, and he heard the cloth dip into the bucket again before she went back to the wound on his forearm. “I just wish you didn’t have to. If only I–”

“Don’t go there,” he whispered, eyes fluttering open again. “We’ve been over this before. I would do it all over again, every time. Every broken bone and sprained ankle and slash in my skin. All of it.” He had scarcely any strength to lift his arm, but he did so anyway, calloused fingertips ghosting her jaw. “Don’t go there,” he repeated hoarsely, briefly pressing his forehead to hers.

A sheen of tears filled her eyes as she rinsed the cloth and wrung it out, leaning to attend now to a wound on the right side of his chest. “Okay,” she answered simply, gaze meeting his for a brief second before it flickered away again. He knew how much she hated seeing him hurting, but she never let anyone but herself attend to his wounds. Her touch was always so gentle. It was as if she herself could feel his pain with every flinch that gripped his body.

The hot water might have felt almost soothing against his skin if it weren’t for the burning agony of his injuries. Link clenched his teeth together, hands tucked beneath his thighs on the stool as he rocked slightly back and forth in an attempt to drown out the pain. When he had something important to fulfill or focus on, he was able to ignore it, but right now the temple was silent and there was nothing he could do but sit here and endure it. He forced himself to concentrate instead on the light brushes of Zelda’s fingers against his skin, on her left palm where it rested on his bare shoulder, on the deep breaths that filled and emptied his lungs as she moved from injury to injury.

Zelda rinsed the cloth again after several minutes, but to little avail; the water in the bucket was already turning crimson, and the cloth itself was tinged red. Brows furrowed at that, she lifted it to his face, which was peppered with cuts and slashes. Cupping his jaw lightly in one hand, Zelda leaned in, dabbing gently at a particularly nasty laceration on his cheekbone, worry flooding her eyes as he flinched yet again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered for perhaps the hundredth time, her breath ghosting his lips. “I’m almost done and then I can bandage it and get you some potions, okay?”

He nodded mutely, fiercely biting the inside of his cheek to keep from making any sounds of pain as she accidentally scraped the cloth against the wound. He didn’t want her to worry any more than she already was. At least, he told himself, she was close enough to him that he could observe the way her lashes curled, the way her bangs framed her face, the way her eyes were free and endless like the sky. Yet again he wished Fi were here so she could tell him what to do about his feelings, although she would probably just say what she always had– that he should just tell Zelda outright.

But he couldn’t do that. He might battle horrifying monsters on a daily basis, but telling Zelda he loved her was another thing entirely.

But, he thought as she moved closer, now would be the perfect time to just lean in and steal the softest of kisses from her lips, but then again, she was cleaning his wounds, almost directly after an outburst from him in which he threatened to essentially disembowel a robot.

It might not be the best time, after all.

Link kept his sigh behind his teeth, moving his gaze to the wall behind her before she could catch him staring, although knowing her, he was probably too late. She always caught him staring, unfortunately for him. And she caught him often.

After what felt like an eternity, Zelda sat back and placed the cloth in the bucket for good, then picked up the roll of bandages. As she tore loose a length of bandage and began to wind it around the gash on his forearm, she shot him a nervous glance, looking as if she wanted to say something but was unsure of how to approach it.

“What is it?” Link asked her finally, after she started to speak and then backpedaled for a third time.

She started at the question, embarrassment flashing momentarily on her face. “Well, I was…I was wondering about what happened…out there.” Zelda swallowed, shifting in slight discomfort. “The only other time I’ve seen you that angry was when Groose tried asking me on a date right after beating you to a pulp.”

“Oh.” He should have known. It was pretty obvious someone would ask, sooner or later, and he should have known it would be her, but he was just so tired . He stared at the floor for a long moment, wincing as she knotted the bandage tight, sifting through his thoughts without success. “Um…” He wet his lips, trying to piece the words together. “Well, the simplest way to put it– Scrapper and I have…history.”

“How so?” She looked up at him, genuinely curious, starting to wrap another strip of bandage around his chest.

How to say it without calling Scrapper the foulest word known to exist in Skyloftian language–

“He– I encountered him several times on my quest, and… he was far from polite or civilized or even decent in the simplest terms of the word.” Link huffed, already beginning to feel angry again. “I literally helped him start functioning again, but ever since then, he’s treated me like a child. Like he’s the hero, and I’m some bumbling idiot in his way. I never would have guessed a robot could have that much of an ego.”

Zelda gave a half-smile, tugging the bandage tight. “I kind of gathered he had a lot of conceit from what he said outside. He kept going on about how he was the real hero of the story and all that.”

Link rolled his eyes. “Hero, my foot . Once he bragged to me about how he would’ve taken down all these monsters if his hands weren’t full, and then the instant one breathed in his direction, he started wailing about how he hated monsters. He would practically scream at me until I had killed them asking if I was going to take care of them.” He scoffed, brows drawing together in recollection. “That time was pretty bad, actually. Some Bokoblins shot me with arrows once or twice, and then a Moblin knocked me unconscious and at one point I even caught on fire. And that…. danged robot had the nerve to tell me I wasn’t doing enough, that I should do better , after he malfunctioned when a Moblin touched him once.”

“So… he was always deriding you?” Anger clouded her face. “Acting like you were…small and stupid and weak?”

“Yeah, uh, pretty much.” Link swallowed, feeling suddenly ashamed. “I know it’s dumb, but I just got so angry seeing him earlier, because I did so much and then he had the audacity to call me a coward.” His throat became tight. “I wanted to rip him apart, gear by gear, right then and there.”

“I could tell,” Zelda said softly.

“Which…” He paused, uncomfortable. “That reminds me. Why were you all laughing at what he was saying? You– everyone seemed captivated by it, and you laughed at something in particular, and–” Link’s chest twisted for the second time that evening. “Was it…funny that he was making fun of me? Putting me down? I just…I don’t really understand.” He met her gaze, faint distress in his eyes at the thought that she had been laughing at him.

Horror filled Zelda’s expression, and the roll of bandages fell from her grasp as she reached to grab his hand. “What? No! We weren’t– I wasn’t laughing at you! I was laughing because of how ridiculous his claims were. He was the hero, and you were just some coward shaking in the shadows? I mean, you vanquished Demise! It was just– utter garbage what he was telling us, and everyone knew it. We all thought it was hilarious because of how stupid it was, but he must have thought we believed him.” She bit her lip, her hand moving to cup his cheek. “I’m sorry you thought we were making fun of you,” she told him softly, pressing her forehead to his. “I would never do that, okay? Ever. I promise.”

He let his eyes fall shut, leaning forward against her, and then her hands were sliding up behind his neck and his head was moving to rest in the crook of her shoulder. She held him close, her arms wrapped around him tight enough that he knew she didn’t want to let go, but not so tight she was further hurting his injuries. With her chin tucked over the top of his head, Zelda rocked him gently back and forth, humming one of their favorite childhood lullabies, her scent enveloping him like wildflowers.

Link nestled closer to her, scarcely caring that he was half-clothed with a broken rib, that he probably needed to drink a few potions, that tomorrow everything would hurt like fire. Nothing mattered right now except for her.

Earlier, he reflected dazedly, he thought his bedroll would feel like the best thing on earth, but he was incorrect. Because nothing compared to being tucked in Zelda’s arms, his head on her shoulder, her heartbeat thumping a bit rapidly under one ear as she held him close.

Hylia, how he loved her. The only thing he wanted right now more than falling asleep in her arms was to lift his head and steal a thousand kisses from her lips. But instead he stayed still, just breathing her in.

“I’m sorry….I was stupid outside,” he mumbled into her collarbone, already half-asleep as she combed her fingers through his sweat-stiff hair.

“Don’t apologize,” she whispered. Was he dreaming already, or did she press a kiss to the top of his head? “You have nothing to be sorry for, and you weren’t stupid. In fact, I’m half tempted to dismantle that robot myself.”

He grinned sleepily and somehow managed to twine his arms around her waist, pressing even closer. “Just don’t let Gondo see.” A yawn erupted from him, and he allowed the darkness to wash over him, floating him away towards unconsciousness.

“Link?”

“Mmmm?”

There was a long pause, so long he wondered if he had imagined hearing her voice. But then, so faint he could scarcely perceive it, Zelda whispered a response into his hair.

“I love you, Link.”

He was so tired he barely registered what she had said, but he had imagined this moment so many times his own response came naturally.

“I love you too…my Zelda.”

And then he was asleep.

#pure cheese and fluff #sky types words #tw blood #tw injury #skyward sword #legend of zelda #link #zelda #sky link #sky zelda #sky zelink #zelink

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fireyhotsupertalia · 1 year

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owo motivation?

Part of the human au I got going where Scrapper gets tattoos "What Do You Mean Tattoo?" and "Plushies and Proposals" but less to do Scrapper and Hook more Scavenger and Drag Strip, how they met and about Scavenger's past

“Hey there handsome,” A sweet fake southern voice called from the side walk.

Scavenger glance up from his lunch to find a pretty blonde girl smiling at him. She was blonde, blue eyes, tight shorts, tight shirt flat chest though

“Your accent sucks,” Scavenger said taking a bit of his sandwich “I know a guy with a half English accent and he sounds more southern than you. Where are you from?”

The girl frowned and crossed her arms over her chest and said "I'm from from Mississippi. Why are you worried about that anyways, look at what I'm wearing"

“I’m from West Virginia, I know both Southern and Northern accents, that ain’t southern"

#Hey anyone reading this #what street legal car would Drag Strip drive?#scavenger #dragstrip #drag strip

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fluffycat-wizard · 1 year

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Hey you scary slithering scrapper you seen the television on your orbamatic supercell? it says the fool is on the rise and sandwiches are in the bull-rush! pull your weight without your legs and you know the size of it. The accordion man represents a power against the throne, but the fool rises high!

are you calling me scary? also i dont have an orbamatic supercell. i do like sandwiches though!

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thehyperrequiem · 1 year

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I posted 235 times in 2022

That's 235 more posts than 2021!

109 posts created (46%)

126 posts reblogged (54%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sundove88

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I tagged 231 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 94 posts

#poptropica - 44 posts

#batim - 32 posts

#important reblog - 25 posts

#jjba - 23 posts

#joe puddy - 21 posts

#zomberry island - 20 posts

#moved reblog - 19 posts

#batim fanart - 18 posts

#jojo’s bizarre adventures - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 69 characters

#like he would tell them his backstory on why he is always pessimistic

My Top Posts in 2022:

1010 Gummies? 1010 Gummies. Now in different flavors!

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Diego and the Scary Monstrous Revival (Bendy and the Dark Revival parody) cast

"Return to the cartoon studio from Diego and the Dino Machine™. See the ink-soaked kingdom of Diego Brando™ like never before through the eyes of Edge/Jolyne, an animator with mysterious abilities. Deeper, darker, and with more horror-stoked action, the Scary Monstrous Revival will keep you on the edge."

Edge (Mario + Rabbids) as Audrey Drew (Real World)

Jolyne Cujoh (JJBA Stone Ocean) as Audrey Drew (Cycle)

Starscream (Transformers Prime) as Wilson Arch

DIO Brando (JJBA Stardust Crusaders) as Shipahoy Wilson

Mikitaka Hazekura (JJBA Diamond is Unbreakable) as Porter

Mariah (JJBA Stardust Crusaders) as Betty

Wambus Troubleham (Bugsnax) as Steve McGregor

Carne (JJBA Vento Aureo) as Big Steve

Gwess (JJBA Stone Ocean) as Carley

Dr. Ferdinand (JJBA Steel Ball Run) as Slicer

Foo Fighters (JJBA Stone Ocean) as Heidi

Bakugou (My Hero Academia) as Bill Danton

Ghiaccio (JJBA Vento Aureo) as Mad Artist

Changelings (My little Pony) as Widows

Queen Chrysalis (My little Pony) as Widow King

Ringo Roadagain (JJBA Steel Ball Run) as Lord Amok

DIO Brando (JJBA Phantom Blood) as Shipahoy Dudley

Decepticons and Vehicons (Transformers Prime) as Keepers

Glamrock Animatronics (FNAF SB) as The Ink Jets

Limp Bizkit Zombies (JJBA Stone Ocean) as Iridescent Lost ones

Weather Report (JJBA Stone Ocean) as Henry Stein

Cromdo Face (Bugsnax) as Joey Drew

Scary Monsters Diego Brando (JJBA Steel Ball Run) as Bendy/Baby Benders

Partial Utahraptor! Diego Brando (JJBA Steel Ball Run) as Ink Bendy

Utahraptor! Diego (JJBA Steel Ball Run) as Beast Bendy

Hot Pants (JJBA Steel Ball Run) as Alice Angel

Partial Utahraptor! Hot Pants (JJBA Steel Ball Run) as Susie-Alice

Yukako (JJBA Diamond is Unbreakable) as Allison Angel

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“First law of the Creme Republic: Never place your rear end on a elder’s face!”

-Captain Caviar Cookie

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Mixmaster: Scrapper! Snap out of it! What did you see?

Scrapper: I...I saw...what can only be described as a gateway to some wondrous parallel dimension.

Mixmaster: Great! But did you see any Oil in there? Look way in the back.

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My #1 post of 2022

Batta-bing! Batta-Boom!

I just turned @doberart's Henry into a wibbly wobbly artstyle like mine!

Here's a comparison of him and my Henry.

Alt (With my Henry from my BatimGI AU, no worries, my au is wacky in a good way)

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readingallthebest · 2 years

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Working on a Reylo fanfic and just curious to see if anyone would want to read this based on the opening:

City of Alexandria, Virginia, Police Department, present day

The scar has healed nicely, she thinks…detached, almost clinical in her evaluation. A thin, silvery line starts above his right brow, skips over his eye, then continues down his cheek at a rakish angle before following the vein along the side of his throat and disappearing into the neckband of his black Henley. She knows it keeps going down past his collarbone, and she shudders slightly, remembering the feel of the upward slash she made in that moment of icy-cold panic. That night she saw the darkness in his eyes focused in pure fury before she pulled out her switch blade and left him gasping and bleeding in the alleyway.

Through the two-way glass and beneath fluorescent lights, his skin takes on a sickly pallor, but, then, he’d always been pale. Still, Rey swallows down a wave of nausea and forces her eyes away from his sullen expression and back to the priest standing next to her, grieved to see deep lines of sorrow etched into his usually placid features.

“Will you speak with him, Father Luke?” asks Rey, leaning her hip and shoulder into the wall next to the window overlooking the interrogation room. The priest doesn’t seem to hear, and his shoulders droop under a weight Rey knows he has carried for years. How did we get to this point? she wonders. I deserve to be behind that glass just as much as Ben does. Maybe more, because I don’t have his excuse.

* ~ * ~ *

Two years earlier. . .

August sun beat down on the derelict shipping container, turning it into an oven rather than a shelter. The girl inside wiped her arm across her face to keep sweat from dripping into her eyes while tuning her ears to the sounds outside. Plutt’s heavy tread meant he could never sneak up on her, but other scrappers could, and Rey was in no mood for a confrontation. She’d spent all morning pulling parts from junkers in the yard, the sun growing ever hotter as it climbed above the New Mexico horizon. She’d trudged to the container when it hit its zenith, eager to grab the sandwich she’d prepped for her lunch before dawn. A miniature fridge hummed loudly in one corner, its compressor struggling to function in the sweltering heat. Rey had salvaged the unit from the scrap heap last year and had already replaced its compressor twice. Thankfully, her lunch was still cold and inviting when she opened the door and retrieved it. Her water canteen hung at her hip; she’d learned long ago never to be without it.

Exiting the double doors at one end, Rey plopped down in the shade afforded by a tarp stretched from the top of the container down to the handles of two shovels she had anchored in the soil—her own little oasis in a vast desert of junk stretching away on every side. Evenings she had to spend in her guardian’s miserable presence back at the house, but the days were hers out in this rusted kingdom, and she could endure the loneliness when it meant relative peace and calm.

Tearing off a large bite of ham and cheese between slightly stale slices of bread, Rey chewed and let her eyes wander the horizon for a moment before turning them back to the spreadsheet on the ground next to her, weighted at the corners by a couple of spark plugs:

Sighing, Rey pulled out the scrapyard map she had made for herself over the past few years, thankful that Plutt at least had the presence of mind to place vehicles according to make when he started this junk pile decades before. Finding the Mazda would be easiest—those were closest to her container. The Toyota would be a longer trek into the middle of the yard, but the Volvo would take the longest and would mean climbing over a veritable mountain of stacked cars that had been crushed after every useful part had been pulled. She decided to take on the hardest one first and get it over with. Refilling her canteen from the spigot next to the container, she reached up and pulled a faded bucket hat off a bolt protruding from the metal door. Stuffing the last corner of her sandwich into her mouth, she settled the hat on top of her head, pulled the cord tight under her chin, grabbed her canvas tote and headed southwest, squinting to cut the glare coming off thousands of windshields.

(I have the chapters outlined and major plot points all planned. The story takes place in New Mexico and Virginia. Just curious to see if any of the eight people following me would read it if I put it on AO3! 😂)

#reylo #star wars #rey #fanfic #would you read this?

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cinna-kid · 2 years

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ok so every time salmon run is available there is a question burning in the back of my mind. golden eggs are used as power sources, but mr grizz talks about them being delicious, so what do golden eggs taste like? and more importantly, is there a difference in taste between different types of boss salmonid? so i made a list of what i think they would all taste like so you too can imagine your inklings and octolings enjoying a hard earned meal after their shifts

steelhead: a full on, meaty taste, although slightly acidic due to the explosive spit. works well with salads because of this, it’s the protein and dressing all in one

steel eel: a slippery, slimy texture to cover up a fairly bland egg. works best as a cooking ingredient because of this, works very well as a thickening agent

scrapper: a very strong smoky taste. you can practically feel the gasoline on your tongue. might go well in a meaty sandwich, although they’re definitely an acquired taste

stinger: the high pressure and temperatures built up in the water create almost perfectly runny boiled eggs, right from collection. perfectly good to eat as they come

maws: incredibly salty, as if they’ve been cured or stored in brine. can be eaten on its own, but it feels like getting hit by a giant ocean wave and getting all the salt in your mouth and it stings for hours

drizzler: practically bursting with extra large whites and yolks. most often eaten sunny side up with breakfast

flyfish: small, delicate and surprisingly sweet. another breakfast favourite, goes well with some bacon and maple syrup

goldie: the caviar of the salmonid world. buttery, slightly fishy, slightly salty, all that. people will try to make you think they’re better than you for eating it by making it sound a lot better than it actually is

#splatoon #in case it wasn’t obvious i don’t eat eggs much so how well these would actually work is dubious #also inklings + octolings don’t eat the eggs in canon but the thought of a lunch break at grizzco was too good

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thelastranger · 3 years

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The Herons as college things my friends and I have done (part 4)

Ulf: had a rave in their room, found out one of his middle school teachers got convicted for a hit and run, accepted a major scholarship barefooted, scrambled up a light pole to grab a foam football, slapped someone as a bet because they missed a revision paper deadline

Lydia: threatened to cut someone out of their life if they missed Orange Chicken Thursday, went to flip her hair and hit her head on the wall, stabbed someone with a giant novelty pencil, pulled gummy worms from purse, baptized a rock, was a geography major and confidently called a seismograph a "seisometer"

Wulf: Went to cry against the dorm wall and found someone had written in tiny script on it "are there security cameras in here?", naruto ran in the rain, got into a nerf gun battle with someone on the floor, stole someone's bike and fled to the common bathroom, locking himself in, called out the student body president for having too many Instagram accounts

Edvin: Pscyhoanalyzed everyone by their sandwich order, came into a guy's room while the guy was with his girlfriend and offered the dude taco bell, had to make 11 bananas worth of banana bread, found out the library had termites his last day, yelled at someone about Chicago style

Ingvar: asked if dragon ball z was the anime with the green guy, flexed his calf and it made someone gasp at the sight, was the president of board game guild and was majorly colorblind, made a dnd character based off of Where's Waldo, didn't recognize someone because they wore a sweatshirt, wore a Star Wars tie to be sworn in as a student senator, wore a tinfoil hat during his presentation about how tinfoil hats were a pseudoscience

Thorn: decided he was going to learn powerpoint after 33 years of teaching, had to go to the gym after class because all the kids were getting up in arms about philosophy papers, was late to lab because he and his wife were watching cardinals in their backyard

Stig: didn't get a straw from McDonald's and decided to drink milkshake with straw from trash, ambushed their RA during 1 am rounds and shot him with nerf guns, bird pooped in his takeout container and kept eating, serenaded someone happy birthday while shirtless, couldn't remember what the textbook said about Hamilton during a test and just started writing down paraphrased Hamilton quotes, was voted mostly likely to kill someone with a viking sword during a real life Clue game

Stefan: said how he was going to fall asleep on a class meeting unmuted, told someone he would enjoy grease because it had bad boys, telling their future RA they were gonna give her a DID, took someone's name during Kahoot and pretended to be them, named a half naked squirrel Scrappers and bet on it, asked what the RA would do if they all became strippers

Jesper: showed off his knife during a zoom meeting, unlocking the common bathroom lock with a screwdriver to retrieve his stolen bike, stole do not feed the geese sign from another dorm, filled someone's car with bowls of cereal, edited a picture of Hercules to have the RA's head

Hal: Threw a bagel out the window as a potential siege weapon if the squirrels ever rose up, got tonka beans which are banned by FDA, found a blog that recorded what the CS prof wore every day, sewed together two different flannel shirts, accidently brought down a vase of roses onto his head had to wear a toga for a scavenger hunt

#Brotherband #Brotherband Chronicles #The Herons #College au #This was a weird one ngl

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hzdtrees · 3 years

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Free Heap

Past the Glarebreak, sandwiched between a Stormbird and just too many Thunderjaws, lies Free Heap, one of the few Oseram settlements in the game. True to Oseram fashion, there's not much left in the form of trees, giving the area it's own, almost ravaged feel. (Or maybe it is because every time I finally make it there, I was ravaged by either Thunderjaws or the Stormbird, although I've always felt Stormbirds were less of a challenge, as they need more time to compose themselves after being frozen compared to Thunderjaws, that mostly just shake it off and charge again.)

Most notably about the area however is the "heap", the scrap pile the settlement subsists on when it's not overtaken by a bandit clan and Scrappers, or they're not chasing down a herd of Behemoth in the pursuit of cables and young love.

It's also the first look at the Oseram cannon that becomes so useful during the final battle, and I do wonder - a friend rushed through her NG+ right upon finishing her first playthrough, focusing only on story missions, and was therefore able to answer the question whether the Oseram cannons are still there if you don't meet Petra at all. They are, since they seem to be so integral to the gameplay at that stage, but does it make a difference if you completed her quest, other that she comes to join the final fight? Petra tells Aloy the Oseram cannons that helped liberate Meridian - presumably the ones you use in that final battle - were a prototype to what she was working on in Free Heap (at least that is what I took from "this one's mother"), so I assumed the reason why there is no perceivable difference between her Free Heap model and the ones you use in Meridian is due to her improving on them/building new ones. So, if you never meet her, are those cannons somehow less effective? Is their aiming slightly more off? Do they differ in any way? I might also just, once again, be putting too much thought into this.

#horizon zero dawn #sundom #free heap #photo mode #virtual photography #so i love petra #who doesn't really #but there's this one line that's eluding me #the very well struck #i've only seen it in compilations on yt #and apparently it's before the battle in meridian #which makes sense #but how come i've never seen it but exhausted all her dialogue options?

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dateddisneydishes · 2 years

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Oswald's Lucky Lunch

From Oswald the Lucky Rabbit in Sky Scrappers

The History

Alright, so if you read the previous posts, Disney had some successful cartoon series, but he never really had a breakout character to market. Alice was a real girl, Pete was a villian, not the star, and the only character to make it out of the Laugh-O-Grams was Julius the Cat, who went on to be Alice's sidekick.

Julius was little more than a Felix the Cat rip-off and Disney was never satisfied with the character. Yet Disney's distributer at the time, Charles Mintz, insisted that the character stayed just to compete with Felix the Cat.

As the contract to the Alice series came to a close, Disney decided that it was time to make a wholly original character, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit.

In many ways Oswald is a prototype Mickey Mouse, but without a voice. Later portrayals try to give him a more unique personality, but in the actual shorts themselves he's really not that much different from any other 1920s rubber hose cartoon star.

What made Oswald so successful was the animation itself and how Disney's team of artists were, at the time, pushing the boundaries of animation.

The Food

Now to represent Oswald's run of shorts, I've chosen the last Oswald the Lucky Rabbit cartoon that Disney would release, Sky Scrappers.

In it, Oswald, while working at a construction site, looses his lunch, and a cute girl cat, named Sadie, gives him one of the lunch boxes that she's selling from her cart. The lunch consists of a hot dog, mustard, and you see an apple in one shot.

There's a some sight gags involving the hot dog, and indeed the previous Oswald short was all about hot dogs as well, so the animators got a lot of milage out of the concept.

But what made the hot dog so funny?

Well besides the name itself, the sausage's shape made it perfect to animate in flat back in white, making it easy to read on screen. Plus, by the late 1920s, hot dogs had become synonymous with street food and the working man, due to it's ease of preparation and eating on the go.

Therefore today we'll be covering two recipes for the price of one, as a hot dog isn't a full lunch on it's on.

Red Hot, Hot Dogs

Now, if you want to be authentic you'll need Nathan's Classic Franks rather then the more modern bologna hot dogs. Frankfurter sausage was the original hot dogs at the turn of the century, brought over by German and Polish immigrants. Nathan's was also the biggest name brand in Hot Dogs during the 1920s.

Ingredients

Frankfurters

Vienna Rolls

Spicy Mustard

Cookware

Grill, griddle, or cast iron skillet

Directions

Grill franks, as many as you want, on either an outdoor grill or a cast iron skillet indoors, just untill the edges start to char and the sausage plumps up some.

Remove from heat and place franks inside a slice Vienna rolls.

Spread on spicy mustard to taste

Serve with apple chips

Apple Chips

As I said before, just a hot dog on it's own isn't a full lunch. You want at least a side to go with it.

In the short Oswald has what looks to be an apple in his lunch box. But an apple on it's own is boring, so what else goes with hot dogs?

Chips!

Or in this case Apple Chips.

Ingredients

2 apples

Sugar to taste

Cinnamon to taste

Cookware

Baking sheets

Parchment paper

Knife

Directions

Preheat oven to 225F degrees.

Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.

Core and cut apples into thin slices. The variety of apple your choice.

Lay slices out evenly on baking sheets

Bake for one hour, then flip slices and bake for another hour.

Remove from oven and let cool for 5 mins. If crisp, they're done, if not, then add them back into the oven and cook at 15 min intervals until done.

Once out of the oven sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon if so desired.

This isn't the end of our discussion of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit by any means. Tune in next time where we talk about how Disney lost the rights to his beloved character over a nice sandwich.

#oswald the lucky rabbit #disney #disney dishes #historical recipes #sky scrappers #hot dogs #apple chips #food history #animation history

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askvectorprime · 3 years

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Dear Vector Prime, is there a universe where there is a constructicon named Drillbit?

Dear Drill Nutter,

Indeed! In a far corner of the multiverse, in a brick-built world where the laws of physics dictate humorous confrontations, Drill Bit combines with Hightower, Scavenger, and Scrapper to assist the Decepticons in their causes, such as robbing banks, attacking construction sites, and making a grilled cheese sandwich for their leader. Fortunately, the master builders residing in this world are able to quickly rebuild that which Devastator knocks down, making him a mere nuisance at best.

#ask vector prime #transformers #maccadam #constructicons #drill bit #kre-o #hightower #scavenger #scrapper #devastator #Anonymous

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shellalana · 5 years

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300 Cookies

((writing prompts from @dropkickwritersblock))

It was the fifth tray of cookies Maxima had made in the five hours his charge and boss(?) had left for a mission. He normally wouldn’t worry like this; they could both take care of themselves respectively, but ever since they’d come to the Detritus Ring to reunite mother and son together, something just didn’t sit right with him every time they went out together. Maybe it was the worry that one or neither of them would come back. Or maybe he just didn’t want to be replaced. K’ and Reyna had been spending more time together to make up for the lost years, and although Maxima tried not to hold that against either of them, it made him feel... a little left out. He’d found the kid as just a skinny scrapper fighting his way, tooth and nail, through everything in his path. And Maxima had been at his side through it all. He’d come to admire the kid’s tenacity despite the odds, and he saw that too in Reyna. As well as their shared proclivity for throwing caution to the wind. It made them equally reckless, and that was a recipe for disaster if they didn’t have a grounding force to voice their dissent. Chocolate chips this time. He was already running out of sugar. He was pretty sure he saw a bottle of maple syrup in the fridge too. “What the f**k are you doing to my kitchen!?” The old clone barged in, staring in awe at the hefty number of trays covering all the counter space. Damn. Maxima had forgotten this wasn’t his space nor his groceries. “Eh heh, next paycheck I get, I’ll restock you. Promise.” He pulled the flour-covered apron from over his head, almost snapping the string in half with the width of his neck. “You, uh, hungry?” Whiskey Foxtrot fumed at just how much of his ingredients had been used to make so many cookies but he wasn’t one to turn down free food. Especially the kind that was made from scratch. He took one of the still-warm ones and popped it into his mouth. “Hnngh. Not bad. Too much sugar, though. Some nuts would’ve canceled that out.” Nuts! Why hadn’t he thought of that? “I know stress baking when I see it.” The old clone was already reaching for another one. He might as well help himself before Orendi caught wind and devoured the whole lot. “You worried about the boss and the kid?” “You could say that.” Maxima turned the oven off for now. He was already caught red-handed and he didn’t want a second pair of eyes looking over his shoulder while he baked. That was just too much pressure. “You don’t?” “What, worry about ‘em?” “Stress bake.” “Pbth, no!” Down went the second cookie. “He’s a liar, mate. I’ve seen Whiskey make fifty sandwiches one time, I thought he was going to slather butter on everything he could get his hands on at that point,” a mysterious voice said from one of the corners. “Shut up, Pendles! Making sandwiches isn’t baking, anyhow!” Whiskey whirled around to yell at the empty corner. “Potato, tomato. Anyhow, you worry about her too. We all do. Now we’ve got two of ‘em to worry about.” Pendles appeared in a puff of green smoke, his hood thrown back. He wrinkled his large snout at the trays of cookies. Why couldn’t it have been steaks? “Like mother, like son.” Maxima started scooping the cookies off the trays into large plastic containers to store for later. The kid was never fond of sweet things, but maybe he’d try at least one. For him. At least baking was one thing he had over Reyna. She couldn’t make anything that didn’t require boiling water. “Iiiiii smell coooookies!” a yell came from down the hallway. It was the Valkyrie, and her good spirit meant everything had gone well. “In here,” the three Rogues chimed in together, a little relieved that their boss had come back to them in one piece.

@maliwarm @max1ma

#prose #fanfiction #battleborn #crossover #maxima #whiskey foxtrot #pendles #k'#reyna valeria

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ultimateoptimus · 3 years

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Martin Mertens and Minerva Campbell Frogman Forme

Another new Summer 2021 Frogman Fubblegum art and just in time for Mothers' Day and Fathers' Day Double Damage '21: White Shark Frogman Martin Mertens (Alignment: Hero/Resistance, Origin: Natural, Archetype: Scrapper) and Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman Minerva Campbell (Alignment: Hero/Resistance, Origin: Natural, Archetype: Defender), the Teenage High School Persona User Frogmen of Class 3-D of Hub Island, young dad and mom of Finn Mertens and granddad and grandmom of Lucián and Longina Mertens-Bonnibel from my Cathedral of Butterflies alternate reality!

Martin's Frogman Theme is the Submarine Titans White Shark High School Terminator Submarine SCUBABoy. Minerva's Frogwoman Theme is the Submarine Titans Black Octopus High School Nurse Rescue SCUBAGirl.

>> Bio // Martin Mertens the White Shark Frogman and Minerva Campbell the Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman, Teenage High School Persona User Frogmen of Hub Island of Class 3-D. The Resistance Scrapper White Shark High School Frogboy and the Hub Island Helper Corps Defender Black Octopus High School Rescue Froggirl. The Giant Robot Wreckin', Gas Hands Brawlin' Teen High School Rebellious Recon of the Emperor Arcana and the Saintly Teen High School Space Age Future Nurse of the Lovers Arcana. The Teen High School Atomic Submarine Frogman User of Nucleoprotonic Super Robot BGY-11 Big Guy and the Teen High School Medical Submarine Frogman User of ArchMediAngel Maria. These two young teenage high school native children of Hub Island who go to the same Hub Island High School and the same Class 3-D are whole planetary systems of their own as wildly different as Light and Darkness, Summer and Fall, White Sharks and Black Octopi, Superheroes and Giant Robots, Coca-Cola and Pepsi. On the White Shark corner, Martin is everything you can hope for in a Rebellious Recon Resistance One Man Renegade Commando Team: a handsome young devil of a high school boy loaded who plays the game of life his way with nasty tricks worthy of a con artist to get himself out of tough situations, a two fisted bare knuckle brawler who is as good with his Ultimate Gas Hands and Daikatana Replica (A picture perfect copy of the Mighty Daikatana down to the mirror polish of the blade and the energy slashes minus the Time Travel power) as he is with his Beam Magnum, Magnum Revolver Model Evoker and Big Guy's Big Guns and Big Knuckle Sandwiches if and when it's time to bash some heads in and a real bad 'tude to go with the whole weapons locker - more than enough for Martin to sally forth to the world and back as Recon Team explorer and take on even giant mathin' robots head on and bare knuckle two fisted with. On the Black Octopus corner, Minerva is what you would call the Model Hub Island Helper High School Girl: a kind and selfless soul of a high school girl who is as well versed in the knowledge of medicine as only befitting of a future Field Nurse of Hub Island as she is in fighting the bad guys with her Impact Needle, Desert Eagle Model Evoker and ArchMediAngel Maria's Megasteel Megascalpel and Surgery Gloved Wings if and when it's time for aggressive surgery, very clever and all too willing to help to the point of going above and beyond the call of duty and what's considered "right". But Martin and Minerva are the living examples of the "Opposites Attract": both go to the same Hub Island High School, both are in the same Class 3-D, both are secret teenage high school boy and girl Persona Users of the Freedom Phalanx and the Praetorian Resistance, the Holy Church of Saint Minato, Psyker superhumans of EGO (Evolutionary Generation Organiztion) and both attend the same SCUBA class at the Hub Island High School Deep Olympic Pool to train as Water Shark Frogman and Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman respectively, complete with their own unique and custom made school swimwear and SCUBA gear, Martin being the classic and tough-as-atomic-subs yet hi-tek double hose regulator Frogboy and Minerva the sleek, futuristic and just as hi-tek single hose Froggirl. And train Martin and Minerva did, starting with the safety of the Hub Island High School Deep Olympic Pool with the ABCs of SCUBA Diving, Out-of-Air Emergency Simulations that involve turning off your and your fellow frogkid's air tanks off and simulating out-of-air emergencies as real as they get, but not too real and Emergency Ascents as part of Minerva's Rescue Frogman training and Martin's too and moving on to the wide underwater world of the open waters at the Hub Island Beaches, Pre-War cities gone underwater and all. Before you can say "Neptune's Trident!", Martin and Minerva became top of the class Frogman students in the Hub Island High SCUBA Club, with Marty's devilish charm and Minnie's above and beyond the call of duty willingness to help

sparing the Rebellious Recon Boy a one-way ticket to ReEd, their love for each other growing more and more... and then came the day of Martin's and Minerva's secret Rapid Response Rescue Frogman out-of-air simulation mission in a Drowned Pre-War City with a high school and an Olympic size deep swimming pool, complete with high schoolers' SCUBA gear, dive jackets and air tanks littering the pool, with Minerva playing the part of the out-of-air SCUBAgirl in the submerged school pool and Martin the SCUBAboy swimming to the rescue and both SCUBA diving with only their main Frogman Rigs and their Spare Airs, AirFins and Pony Bottles left at the diveboat to make sure no cheating happens. It was the first Kiss of Loyalty and Love between Frogboy Martin Mertens and Froggirl Minerva Campbell inside the submerged high school pool that brightly sunlit, warm summer day as the White Shark Resistance Frogboy kissed sweet lifesaving air into the Black Octopus Rescue Froggirl's lips and soon ended up hug each other in a tight warm loving embrace once her surprise makes way for relief and love, their puffy cheeked lips connected to each other's and sharing their breaths of air, their personalized regulators floating below their mouths, their colorful sporty school swimsuits and wetsuit colliding and connecting with each other, soft fabric brushing and rubbing, their swim gloved arms holding the two at the waists and finned feet kicking like the young SCUBA lovers they are, the dive ending with Martin and Minerva breaking the surface as newlyborn and newly baptized teenage high school SCUBA kid lovers. The rest, as Martin's and Minerva's son Frogboy Finn "PG87" Mertens learns in his own teens, is history.

> White Shark Frogman Martin Mertens // >> Gear // Martin's White Shark Battlesub Frogman swimwear is his olive drab and yellow double chevron with yellow highlight lines White Shark Boys' One-Piece Beachbody School Swimsuit with silver Philemon Butterfly Mask Necklace, olive drab with yellow double chevrons and yellow highlight lines front zipper White Shark Boys' Smoothskin Longsleeve Shorty Beavertail Wetsuit with inbuilt swimgloves and double olive drab weight belts he wears over his school swimsuit, olive drab with yellow highlight lines White Shark School Swim Cap with inbuilt clear glass and olive drab Swim Goggles, olive drab smoothskin swim gloves and swim socks and olive drab with yellow double chevron Beam Magnum leg strap holster with his class number and name printed on his White Shark Boys' One-Piece Beachbody School Swimsuit and Swim Cap and his White Shark Battlesub Frogman Gear is his White Shark ABC Kit of strapless 360 degree Bubblemask, olive drab and yellow with clear cap Purge Snorkel and an olive drab with yellow double chevron and yellow lines pair of Aggressor Fins and his White Shark Frogman Rig is his olive drab and yellow double chevron with yellow highlight lines White Shark US Divers/Scubapro-Style Advanced Breathing System Stab Jacket with olive drab and yellow double chevron and yellow hose Air 2-Style Integrated Octopus Inflator, his custom built olive drab and yellow double chevrons with yellow highlight lines White Shark US Divers/Scubapro-Style Advanced Breathing System Hardshell Triple Air Tanks with olive drab and yellow double chevrons with yellow highlight lines White Shark Terminator Sub Plasma Jets and his olive drab with yellow double chevron and yellow air hoses White Shark Argonaut Kraken-Style Double Hose Regulator. His Playstation Portable-Style DiveCOMP, his Spare Air Emergency Air Tank in bright yellow holster, his Ultimate Gas Hand, his Beam Magnum and his Magnum Revolver Model Evoker represent his weapons and the rest of his kit, his Daikatana Replica to be summoned from Subspace when needed.

> Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman Minerva Campbell // >> Gear // Minerva's Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman gear is her hospital white with blood red highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's Girls' One-Piece Old Style Tek School Swimsuit with silver Philemon Butterfly Mask Necklace, hospital white with blood red highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's School Swim Cap with inbuilt clear glass and blood red Swim Goggles, blood red with white lines Helper's Inflatable Water Armband with the Helper T insignia printed on it, hospital white with black teklines swim gloves and swim leggings with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia, "Hub Island Helpers" and her class number and name printed on her Black Octopus Girls' Old Style Sukumizu and the blood red Helper T insignia printed on her Swim Cap and her Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman Rig is her Black Octopus ABC Kit of strapless 360 degree Bubblemask, hospital white and blood red TekSnorkel and hospital white and tek black with blood red lines pair of SexaTekFins built in her swim leggings and her Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman Rig is her hospital white with blood red highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's SpaceJet AutoInflating SexaDiveWing with MagLock Clip backpack straps compatible with her Helper's Girls' One-Piece Old Style Tek School Swimsuit and all swimwear and wetsuits with "Helpers" printed on the inflatable wings, hospital white with blood red highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's SpaceRocket Hardshell Hypercapacity OxyBio Air Tank with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia printed on it and hospital white with blood red air hose and highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Sherwood Maximus-Style Helper's Ultraperformance Aquadynamic OxyBio TekRegulator with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia printed on its front, her alternate hospital white with blood red air hose, breathable air pillow and highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Sherwood Maximus-Style Helper's OxyPillow AirFin OxyBio TekRegulator with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia printed on its front, two hospital white with blood red air hose and highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's OxyBio PonyBottles with MagLock Clip backpack straps compatible with all swimwear and wetsuits and two hospital white with blood red air hose and highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's OxyBio Helper's AirFins with MagLock Clip neck straps, all four with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia printed on their OxyBio TekRegulators. Her Helper's Impact Needle, Desert Eagle Model Evoker and Playstation Portable-Style DiveCOMP represent her weapons and the rest of her kit, her Impact Needle to be summoned from Subspace and transformable to Medical Mover Mode as a divejet when needed.

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bookmawkish · 6 years

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Prompt fill: Parents (part 2)

@worldoftherandom why do your prompts never stop at one chapter why

Also: Frigga is awesome. Just saying

It really is a mercy that Heckyl seems to have decided that surrender is the best policy today: from Tony’s experience of the man in other, similar situations in the past, he’s not always gone quietly. In fact, Tony has previously dubbed him “Scrappy-Doo” because of his rather irrepressible “lemme at ‘em” attitude when it comes to fights. Any fights. Never mind if the enemy outweighs him by, oh, you know, about a ton. Not even kidding. He’s seen Loki literally scruff him to prevent him getting tromped by things twenty times his size. The guy’s a scrapper and he will fight anything, anytime, particularly if it seems to be threatening Loki.

So in some ways Tony’s kinda proud of him today. Evidently the training they put both him and Loki through (“This is a police officer. This is a gun. If you want us to come and bail you out, when you see one pointing the other at you, you put your hands behind your head and get on the ground - Loki, don‘t be a smartass”) has taken root.

However, Tony’s not sure they have the bail money to handle this one. The Family Odin are having what amounts to a knock-down-drag-out row while the goon squad surround Heckyl and get hold of him. Heckyl has stopped looking guilty and is now looking quite irked. But he still doesn’t fight back. Wow, he must really care about what Loki’s family think about him.

Loki and Frigga are furious: Thor is bewildered: and Odin is annoyingly smug, like he’s finally caught the guy who’s been stealing his Friday bologna sandwich out of the work fridge after sixteen years in the call center.

“ - release him immediately.” Loki isn’t kidding. Loki is up in Daddy’s face in full-on crazy mode.

“He is a planet killer,” is Odin’s response. “It has been centuries and yet he lives. I didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to bring him to justice.”

“Woah, wait up - planet killer?”

Tony can’t help but stick his oar in at that. “Lokes. Seriously. You’re dating the Death Star and you didn’t think it was worth mentioning?”

Okay, they’d known it was bad. Loki hadn’t denied it. Heckyl had been a wrong ‘un, they’d known that. But Loki had explained about the monster he’d pulled out of the man, Heckyl had looked suitably chastened, Cap had remembered everything he’s been prepared to do for Bucky (the ultimate in wrong ‘uns from his past) and they’d accepted their reformed Bonnie and Clyde into the family with the understanding that they’d all done bad things. All of them.

But planets. Killing planets. How do you even do that when you’re just under six foot tall and look like you should be guesting on Victorian 90210?

Loki gives Tony a glare worthy of said Death Star and turns back to his parents. Frigga is now looking uncertain. Tony can’t blame her. When your baby boy brings home the love of his life and you then find out that there may be a tiny bit of genocide in his past, you can’t blame a mother for being concerned.

On the other hand, considering Loki is Loki, the two of them are probably perfect for each other. How did that conversation go? The pillow talk must be fascinating.

(“You should know, darling, I’ve allied with an alien despot and tried to destroy the Earth.”

“Sweetheart don’t worry. I destroyed twenty planets last year.”)

“He isn’t that man anymore,” Loki hisses, and Frigga gives him a stern, assessing look, like she’s checking for bullshit. Tony guesses that’s something Loki’s mom must have gotten good at. “There was something leashed to him. It took control of his body and his memory. It wasn’t his fault.”

“He will always be that man,” says Odin, with the air of someone who really isn’t open to having his mind changed. Tony’s getting the feeling that this is pretty usual for Odin. What a lovely childhood the kids must have had.

“He’s right,” says Heckyl, speaking up for the first time. “I’ve changed.” Odin actually says “Tchah!” which is quite an achievement because pronouncing that kind of disgust that accurately is hard.

“Is nobody going to ask why you two know each other?” asks Tony, and when everyone stops their argument to stare at him venomously, he adds, “Okay, so I asked.”

“I didn’t know that I knew him,” says Heckyl, rolling his eyes a little and looking put out. “He had two eyes then and less of a beard. There are lots of people called Odin in the universe. And my memory is a little - ” he waves a hand, indicating so-so.

“That was hundreds of years ago,” Frigga objects, looking baffled. Understandable.

“Whatever happened to that little girl?” Heckyl asks, and there’s a look in his eye that makes it quite clear that he’s now pissed enough to start baiting his future father-in-law. “Such a cute kid. And her puppy dog. Actually, she looked a lot like -”

“Enough,” says Odin, dangerously, his voice lowered so soft that Tony barely hears it. Jesus. Just how old is Loki’s fancy man, anyway? Odin’s a fossil. Heckyl grins like a shark, and Frigga, who obviously knows more than she’s letting on, gets in between them. Tony gets the feeling she’s done this a lot, too.

“My lord,” she says, in the deliberately respectful way that Tony just knows really means she wants to call Odin out for being an asshole, “our own son perpetrated great wrongs while in the thrall of a monster, and we have forgiven him.”

Odin starts to make a grumbling noise.

“We have forgiven him,” Frigga says, louder, and tries her best lovely-but-almost-threatening smile on Heckyl, who looks impressed but not in the least bit intimidated. “Can we not do the same for his consort?”

“Consort?” purrs Heckyl, looking delighted. He glances at Loki, beaming. “I love her.”

#Loki/Heckyl #heckyl/loki #loki #heckyl #MCU #power rangers dino charge #power rangers fanfic #fanfiction prompt #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #tony stark #odin #frigga #asgard #tony stark sass #prompt fill

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