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mizumech · 8 months

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Day 2: Cover/Crown

Hey, it’s mizumech’s day 2 entry for Treebarkweek 2023! The title of this work is ‘Take Cover’ and it is 1560 words long! Again, this may or may not be uploaded to ao3 after the event and I reserve the right to edit later.

This fic is really, really weird. Martyn is barely in it, to be honest. The main supporting character is a berry bush.

TW: Injury, Altered state of consciousness (?), potential psychedelics

The sirens are wailing loud for everyone to hear.

“Take cover,” the more proactive ones yell, “Take cover!”

Ren scrambles to his feet. His van had recently been completely wrecked by aircraft artillery, leaving with warping metal, shattered glass, but most importantly redstone, pipes, and a nuclear core.

He’s heard those sell well on the black market. And by the way things are looking, he should sell them off soon.

As good as the nuclear core and redstone make his economic prospects look, holding those make people less likely to harbour him in their bunkers, which makes his survival prospects look dismal, if anything,

Not that he blames them. If he had seen a grimy person crawling to his doorstep clutching a poison-green sphere of energy with redstone in their hair, he definitely would have had second thoughts.

Well, he needs to go, and go he shall. He makes sure the core is still intact before hugging it close and setting off.

As he walks, he takes stock of the inventory he has. He has…one mending book, a flint and steel, cellotaped glasses, the clothes on his back, the nuclear core, redstone, pipes, soap from a kind host, some unknown food from a supply drop…

He has a flower crown. Not helpful, but comforting anyways. He remembers the hands which had twisted those into shape and kept it alive with some unknown magic and that face gives him strength.

His heart screams the name, loud and clear, and it's one only he can hear.

“Exsqueeze me,” he says as he weaves through the pandemonium.

The roads where he lives have all been torn out, in a bid to keep them all in one area to make better targets, but he’s heard rumors.

He’s heard rumors of a path to follow, through the brambles on the outskirts and marked by everyone who had undertaken the journey.

He remembers Etho telling him about it; almost delirious, hands pricked and red.

“Hey, Ren!” He had said, human eye heavily dilated, “Have y—ya seen Side Kit recently? I found a huge patch of berries for her. I’ve got…a way…out!”

Ren knows better than to trust the words of an intoxicated (?) man, but high for the rest of his life is better than not having the rest of his life, right?

He’s heard of friends who have hopped the bramble and escaped the siege, but he’s…not going to get his hopes up.

The sirens are continuing to go off, and Ren slips his headphones on.

He has berries to find.

It’s not really about finding the bramble bush. That’s simple enough.

He remembers doing LARPing in adolescenthood near those bushes, with the brambles acting as defensive walls to a made-up kingdom and the flowers and thorns acting as a crown.

Those brambles were just as home as the van before its fiery death.

It’s really about taking cover. Even through the headphones he can hear explosions.

And then he sees a plane dip down so close Ren thinks the pilot could definitely see him through the foliage.

He panics.

He runs, runs, runs, core nearly shattering after hitting the copper pipe one too many times.

There is no contingency plan in his brain because all he can think about is barb-wire berries and LARPing as his feet fall heavy like metalwork.

In the midst of all that, he remembers to hold on to his flower crown because the hands that made it belong to his Hand.

Martyn.

The plane seems to continue to chase him, diving lower and lower, trailing black smoke.

His heart pounds with the name.

Martyn, Martyn, Martyn.

Martyn, his Hand, with him through thick and thin, through both Battles of the Banners.

He stumbles on train tracks. Right. He should’ve known. Even as a child the rail that went through the now bramble grove had been decommissioned, but the fifteen years between his childhood and his LARPing had been enough for new life to grow.

Ren knows he definitely should step off the rails, but it vaguely soothes his brain to run on the same path as a train once did. If he follows the train tracks, he cannot get lost.

Somewhere in his haze of fear, he registers the sheer amount of alliums that have grown around the tracks.

They’re good food. Good for picnics and any survivalists.

That of which he is not. Martyn always was the one doing the survival. He was the one who knew how to pick out bugs from the berries and which flowers were poisonous.

If he thinks hard enough. he can probably remember what exactly Martyn twisted into his crown.

Somehow, he reaches the brambles. There is a gate that someone seems to have installed for the berries to grow over and to keep out mobs.

He plucks one and eats it. Juice runs down his chin as sweetness explodes in his mouth.

He takes a breath. Sky looks clear. Even if he’s sweating in places a man ain’t supposed to sweat. He turns back to the gate.

Ren quickly looks it over. There’s a poppy, and a lilac. There’s a maple leaf, but that’s definitely not Etho.

Void knows Canadians take every opportunity not to draw a maple leaf.

He pries away a huge mound of vines. A creeper face.

That’s Etho.

Pain shoots up his arm as he releases the brambles. Right. Thorns.

Well, he’s gotta do it again because he needs to figure out how to unlatch the gate.

Why does he do this to himself?

Martyn would know how to unlock this, he thinks, In fact, Martyn probably already unlocked this twice.

He fumbles with where the metal meets the wood, squinting through the pain.

Ren distracts himself by juxtaposing.

The time Martyn whacked him at the back of his neck with his LARP-axe hurt more.

(That’s not true.)

Is everything getting a little…hazy?

There’s another explosion in the distance.

Ren does his best to distract himself.

“Just Grian and Scar,” he says softly as he steadies the crown on his head.

And suddenly, he hears the sound of a motor sputtering and what suspiciously sounds like a plane propeller coming to a halt.

He falls back into that useless frenzy, only this time his heart is racing and eyes are painting his surroundings with some sort of chromatic aberration.

It feels like he’s just smoked fifteen joints at once and then lit the ends like a firework.

What does he need to do?

Take cover.

Right!

He quickly throws himself to the ground.

On second thoughts, that…was stupid and he was possibly a big idiot.

The nuclear core might’ve also fractured.

Welp, what is cellotape for?

He tears the strip off his glasses and sticks it over the crack.

Ren scans the horizon. He can hear footsteps, and they match the beat of his heart.

It no longer calls Martyn’s name. It instead calls ‘danger, danger’.

Some faraway coughing ensues.

He looks at the berry bush, bristling with thorn.

Ren dives for it, plunging himself deep within the mound and holding back a sob as the thorns pierce through his jeans and flesh.

And it’s still not enough. He knows he’s barely covered in plantlife.

He grits his teeth and risks moving his arms around, internally screaming as the wounds in his arms begin to tear.

The inventory of his baggage rings clear in his mind.

Suddenly, a painful, terrible, idea comes to him.

He rips off the tape strip for the second time in a minute, and lets the luminous matter drip and absorb into the earth.

Nothing happens for a second, and Ren’s heart sinks.

And then the pain doubles tenfold and the bramble starts to constrict around him like a snake, coiling and stabbing at him.

And it’s still not enough. It’s not fast enough.

He can hear greenery buckling under the strain of feet in the distance and whatever psychedelic effects those berries might’ve had might’ve had is really starting to kick in; because the grass looks like it’s comprised of little computer pixels.

Ren takes deep breaths and musters the strength to hurl the core onto the sharpest parts of the thornbed.

It shatters.

Ren tenses and waits for the pain.

Anything to avoid facing enemy bombers. Anything. Even death to a berry bramble.

He’s seen what Watchers do to captives. Jimmy, one of the people in their LARP group, had been one of those.

The loam seems to groan with the strain and the parts near his face shoot up first, knocking off his crown.

Dangit!

His crown!

Maybe it is a blessing that in his delirium he is not thinking straight. He can barely feel the lashes across his face.

Against all logical thinking, he reaches out his hand to get it, but the vines cover him whole.

It’s ironic, how Ren’s biggest challenge was the freakin gate and how he’ll die so close to freedom.

Bested by some weed berries. He should qualify for a Darwin award.

Well, anything’s better than a Watcher, right?

His hindbrain won’t stop screaming about the crown, and Martyn, Martyn, Martyn.

The footsteps stop in front of the bramble bush.

The hallucinations must be really bad by now, because he thinks he can hear Martyn’s voice.

“Ren?”

Against his best interests, he slurs out, “Mi’Hand?”

#treebarkweek #treebarkweek2023 #treebark #trafficshipping #rendog #im not tagging martyn

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tuney-dreemur · 11 days

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Underappreciated Indie Animations pt. 2

Ongoing / Pilots

Wayward Light - Studio Gryphon Gable

Fight to Exist - Atomic Doodle

Pandemonium - Purple Un!verse

Respiritgina - Ari Animates

Michinoku Toge - Michinoku-toge

Revamped - Revamped Roses

Bob’s World - Wizzymmd70

The Stolen Hope Reboot - Galemtido

Dragons Blood - FluffyGinger

Tales of Zale - Sif Savery

Welcome to Dreamworld - Rainbott

God’s School - God’s School: The Olympian Gods

Spaces Ages - Lunie Loon

In Production

The Will of Monsters - Chimera Omega (Chris Wade)

The Moon and Me - Elioli art

Heroic Six - Brittany Robinson

A Slice of Life with Strawbunny & Friends - Strawbun Friends

JUNO - JUNO Series

Defenders of Alodia - DoA Cartoon

Infinite Powers: Ray of Light - Marigold the Fox

Allister & Melody - Luximus

Cream & Spooky’s House of Terrors - Rosehards

Cupcake’s Town - Cupcake’s Town

Please Stay Tuned - Please Stay 2nd

Circus of Wishes - Edmeadart

Puppet the Nightmare Elf - Night Elf Show

Lumeon Lands - Spro Daniel

#indie animation #support indie creators #support indie animation

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stirringwinds · 2 years

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normandy

Some D-Day Matt; I headcanon him as a paratrooper with the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion. So here’s the jump into France. Content warnings: Injury, violence, death mention. [1k words].

6th June, 1944

Through a thick bank of clouds—and then they’re out the other side—into hell.

Brilliant, glowing white streaks of German anti-aircraft fire light up the inky blackness. So much for ever hoping to sneak in, Matthew thinks drily. The silhouettes of the other C-47 Dakotas race through this lethal gauntlet, hundreds of dark crosses standing out against the blinding, thunderous flashes of light.

Through the open door of the plane, a glimpse of sheer chaos and utter pandemonium above, behind and below. The colourful blue, red and green of the German tracer bullets soaring up to join the hail of lead chasing the Dakotas. Split seconds later—the awful sound of rending metal, accompanied by a deafening roar; the fiery outline of a damaged plane right in front of theirs spiralling down to the ground, its fuselage wreathed in brilliant flames.

Then—before Matthew can even spare a thought for the lost men—a series of violent lurches, like that of the worst out-of-control rollercoaster ride, a thousand times over. He swallows a curse, as he’s thrown hard to the left, his shoulder meeting, bruising against the sharp edge of a metal switchbox welded to the wall, through his jump uniform. He drags himself upright. The C-47 bucks sharply again, as their pilots took evasive measures, slamming several more men to the floor of the plane in a tangle of limbs. Loud cursing and groans of pain, as the paratroopers who were sent careening into one another furiously fought to untangle their individual static lines, which they’d already clipped to the main anchor line running along the aircraft’s ceiling. Minutes earlier, the red signal light had come on, and they’d all completed their equipment checks and hooked themselves up in preparation for the jump.

Their plane banks violently again, this time to the right. Matthew grits his teeth, bracing himself on an icy-cold metal latch. His stomach roils queasily—but the airsickness pills he’d swallowed back at the RAF airbase do their job. More explosions. Another German anti-aircraft battery strikes home. His ears are ringing, his heart hammering in his chest.

Amidst this chaos, the sounds of retching. One man’s dinner has evidently come right back up at the worst possible moment. Matthew twists around, his eyes straining to see amidst the alternating darkness and blinding flashes of the tracer rounds and anti-aircraft fire, the fuselage of the plane lit only by the feeble, crimson glow of the signal light by the door.

The sick man is doubled up on the floor, bent over by his airsickness and the weight of all his gear—all 150 pounds of it, a buddy right behind attempting to haul him to his feet. Matthew bends down carefully, one hand holding his own static line taut so it wouldn’t get entangled. Then, he grasps him by the other arm, and between the two of them, the ill man manages to right himself.

His brown eyes are wide and his face is pale, underneath the areas where the camouflage paint had smudged off, but he nods at Matthew, mutters a prayer, rechecks his static line and flashes a thumbs up.

The much-awaited green light flickers on.

For Matthew, the thunderous cacophony of anti-aircraft fire, and the muttered curses and prayers of the nineteen other men behind him all fade away.

He was good at this, Arthur had always said, the way he could slide into a state of absolute cool, placid clarity. Battle calm.

Time slows to a crawl.

The only thing in the world is the inhale and exhale of his lungs. The solid, reassuring feel of his parachute harness, the weight of the gear on his back and the second, heavy pack strapped to his leg. One of Arthur’s ideas. A leg-kit, Father had said primly, where extra ammunition, rations, machine-gun tripods, whatever—could be stuffed, without overburdening the paratrooper and injuring him upon landing. Matthew was of the opinion that the whole damned thing was likely to be ripped off his leg the moment he jumped, at that wind speed and velocity. He’d said as much to Father. They’d know soon enough.

The knife he’d stuffed down his right boot. His good-luck talisman. It was old, the hilt made of hardwood he’d cut and polished himself, countless seasons ago, underneath the long shadows of the trees and their fading leaves.

The wind rushes through the open door ferociously. Too fast, he notes. The pilots were supposed to ease back on the throttle, slow the plane down for the jump. Naturally, they were panicking.

But there is nothing else to do but to take the next step forward. To lead the way, as the officer in charge of the nineteen other men behind him.

The French countryside is a dark, waiting void below, lit only briefly by the rapid, muzzle flashes of the German anti-aircraft gun batteries and the bright streaks of their tracer rounds.

(Farmhouse, fields, hedges, a church steeple—)

Somewhere below, is their target—the bridge and German garrison in the village of Varaville. Which would otherwise have free reign to cut down the British, Free French, Norwegian and Polish troops coming ashore at Sword beach in a few hours, if he and his men didn’t do their job.

Somewhere—who knew where—was his other father. Francis. Alive, dead or lingering somewhere in between, who knew.

Behind, still making their way across the Channel, under the dark blanket of radio silence, were his father and Alfred. He wouldn’t concern himself with them, for the moment. There’d be plenty of time, later.

Matthew crosses himself. It’s nothing less than an ironic privilege he has, knowing that Death could not hold on to him, would not come for him.

Behind, his men are all mostly silent now; all wrapped up in their own private rituals, thinking about family, lovers, home, on this precipice in between life and death. Their thoughts flow around him, their emotions strong and distinct, but never blurring or mingling with his own, akin to the clear waters running around a stone resting in a river.

The open door of the plane awaits, the icy, onrushing air stinging his eyes, the glowing, incandescent streaks of the enemy tracer rounds and the hot, metallic smell of spent ammunition suffusing his senses.

He shoots his men one last glance over his shoulder; a whole row of tense, wide-eyed young faces shadowed by their helmets, disappearing back into the darkness of the plane, their hands bracing themselves upright as their craft shakes and judders violently.

Amidst the thunderous din, his own expression is equal parts calm and grim. I’ll see you all on the other side.

Then, his mind is clear and cool, emptied of everything except the parameters of the mission, as uncluttered as the darkened, seemingly featureless landscape rushing by far below.

Matthew braces himself, sucks in a breath, exhales once, twice.

And then he steps out, lets himself fall, into the unknown.

#hetalia #hws canada #matthew williams #my writing #death mention #injury

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attackfish · 1 year

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Definitely interested in the Korra as Yakone's daughter AU- I'm curious to see where it goes next!

Continued from: [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], and [Link].

1. It's not often that it's a matter of international importance for a teenage girl to call her mother. As the phone rings, Korra sweats anxiously, unsure of how to even say what's going on, how to tell her mom that Noatak is alive too, and what he's doing, and please come, maybe he'll listen to you. She doesn't know how to say it at all. So when her mom answers the phone, Korra just says, "Mom?" shakily, and her mom asks if she's okay.

2. Korra says no. And her mom coaxes the story out of her, and tells her she will try. Kahva calls Katara. Katara, waterbending teacher to two Avatars, veterin of the Hundred Years War, who helped bring it to an end, wife of one of the most respected Avatars of all time, respected healer and expert in long term recovery, and sometimes player in Southern Water Tribe politics, knows people. In this case. She knows a long distance airplane racing pilot. And Kahva has to explain to her that her son, who she thought was dead, is alive and has taken Katara's son and grandchildren captive. And Katara understands that it isn't Kahva's fault, and she knows a pilot. They fly together, just the three of them, to Republic City. It's a dangerous flight. It takes over a day just to get them there, and the pilot can't sleep or take a break. But they get to Republic City after it's all over.

Let's back up.

3. Amon holds a rally, where he parades his captive airbenders, Tenzin and his children, in front of the masses of his conquered city. His little sister shows up to crash the party. She's all, hey, Noatak, what's up, big bro, I know all about the bloodbending, and he insists he has no idea what she's talking about and tells his fake life story again, and takes off his mask to reveal his "scar". Korra, who is beyond rattled, just looks at him and says, "A mask and makeup? That must have been uncomfortable. Committing to the bit, I see. I can respect that. Anyway, Mom's on her way." And Korra might be beyond rattling, but Amon isn't, and this whole thing distracts him long enough that she can waterbend the fake scar right off his panicking face.

4. It's pandemonium. And in the chaos, all of Amon's plans crumple to dust. The news that he's a liar and a bender causes his own people to turn on him, and the terrifies people of the city don't exactly support him either. In the confusion, both he and Tenzin and kids manage to escape, and the United Republic forces come in to restore order. Korra and co head back to Air Temple Island to free Tarrlock and see if Amon headed there. He did. They find him at Tarrlock's cell.

5. It all goes wrong so fast. He bloodbends Korra, takes her bending, and then goes to do the same to Mako. Korra promptly discovers she has airbending now, because adding an extessential identity crisis to her already potant blend of tragic family revelations is the way to unlock airbending. She blasts Amon out of the way. He rounds on her, and then crumples. Asami got him with her stolen equalist glove.

#legend of korra #korra #amon #noatak #asami #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #five headcanons #korra is the polar bear puppy of my heart #asami sato style #amon a boat #katara is the answer

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slrsunfire · 1 year

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Sneak peek: ficlet coming this weekend!

This is a bit of a prequel story to a mdtb fic I’ve been wanting to start, but it’ll be able to stand on its own pretty well. I’ve just had this scene in my head forever and took advantage of a writing challenge to bust it out :) Hoping this will calm my brain until I can get around to working on the main thing...

“Is that—” Madara doesn’t even finish his sentence, already moving to the door with Izuna right behind him at his heels.

He walks out into pure pandemonium with smoke billowing up towards the ceiling and Hikaku goes blasting right past him with a fire extinguisher grasped in his hands, forcing Madara to dodge out of the way.

“Sorry!” Hikaku yells over his shoulder before he skids down the first aisle he comes across and promptly disappears.

“What the hell is going on?” Madara snaps, already stalking towards the sounds of chaos that seem to be radiating from the section where the grill and broiler are located.

Obito, who has just picked up a pan of split beef bones from the main meat cooler, suddenly breezes past him looking entirely unruffled and it stops Madara short.

“It’s Kakashi’s brats again,” Obito drawls in explanation, setting his haul down on the clean prep workstation nearby.

“Fuck me. Again?” Madara releases a few choice curses while Izuna whistles softly from behind him.

“Couldn’t pay me enough,” Obito retorts, before he jerks his head towards the sounds of chaos. “Naruto left a vat of oil open before filling his fry baskets and it got knocked over into Sasuke’s station. Kagami backed into it while moving a tray of tarts to the side cooler and kicked up one of the pilots in the process.”

“Also, incest, no,” Izuna chimes in inappropriately like the little shit he is.

#mdtb restaurant!AU #my wips #uchiha izuna #uchiha madara #uchiha obito #uchiha hikaku

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ninjastormhawkkat · 1 year

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How did their first crime go? How did they react after the accident had happened? Did anyone try to stop the mouse family at first?

Okay their first crime is a lot like the introduction episode of Dr. Two Brains in canon. The family woke up dazed and confused as too what happened. Steven and Carrie checked on their kids to see if they were all right. Then the insatiable desire of cheese began to hit them. The family at first decided to get something to eat at home and later deal with the situation but as they tried to go home, their cheese hunger became stronger until Steven suggested to just stop at the grocery store to pick up something. When they saw and smelt the cheese, chaos broke loose. People all around were screaming and panicking, calling for Wordgirl or Amazo Lad to help them, not realizing the truth. Bob tried to stop their frenzy but was pushed back accidentally by Becky and passed out a bit from head trauma. The police came but were not match for Becky's or Chase's power. Carrie and Steven grabbed the kids and the cheese and they headed out. Overtime they began to loose their old identities but still remembered they are a family so the family bonds stay. They soon adapt their villain names by the time Dr. Two Brains makes a television announcement about how he is going to turn the whole city into cheese. When Bob finally wakes up, it is pandemonium. A dozen buildings are gone and/or half eaten. The family had gotten satisfied by after building 10 so Two Brains decided to stop with his whole turning the whole city into cheese thing. Plus Carriemouse reminded her husband that the kids still have school and Mouse still loves libraries so those places were left alone. Bob spent hours searching for the family in the chaos of people screaming and crying and confusion because their heroes didn't help them in their time of crisis. Bob is actually found by Mouse who still remembers her best friend and pet monkey and takes him to the warehouse where the family lives now. The Mouse-Brain family forget most of their old lives such as Carrie barely remembering she was a vet and the mouse brains form mixed personalities and new lives for the family. The do remember some family members like Carriemouse remembering her brother Clayde and Two Brains remembering his brother. A good thing about this is that Carriemouse forgets her parents. Bob is devastated about how they casually talk about committing the next crime now like a normal family thing. Mrs. Botsford does her best to input reforms to the police department and other emergency groups to try and do their best to quell other criminals and damages. But without their heroes, what can they do against super powered villains, especially the new Mouse-Brain family of villains who seem to be almost running the city now. Even Bob has given up hope because he can't stop super powered beings or smart intellectual people by himself and he can't stand hurting his loved ones, especially the little girl he brought to this planet years ago. The one who he swore to always protect and look out for, and now seeing how he failed her. Besides they are still there, just different now. So Bob in all his career as a space pilot, gives up. The whole city nearly gives up. That is until Pulseray arrives and soon with him Kid Math.

@chaoticerisstuff

@melodythebunny

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #operation pest control au #angst #mouse-brain family #bob/captain huggy face #becky boxleitner au #experimental cheese #chase boxleitner #steven boxleitner #carrie #dr two brains #longshot #chaoticerisstuff #answered ask

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youremyonlyhope · 5 months

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The Giggle

Final Fourteen episode*. If I've added an asterisk it means that I correctly interpreted the vague spoiler I saw and am not happy. (Edit: Yep added the asterisk.)

Anyway. I'm just glad this means we'll finally get Gatwa!Doctor. We should have had him already.

Also forgot to put this in the last post. But. Pandemonium, the world ending, people going insane, and a Toymaker. My prediction for the plot of this episode: StarKid's Black Friday.

Sorry, all I can hear is Barney Stinson. I'm sure he did a bad German accent at some point in HIMYM. I like dolls but these puppets are creepy even to me. "Sunnier climes" OH, SO HE'S A RACIST. Hey dude. Tell Baird about the human hair before it blows up. "Imagine if it could talk." No no no. Be careful what you wish for.

Something I forgot to say much much earlier. I don't know how I feel about the intense zoom-in on the TARDIS in the opening sequence. It's almost a Torchwood level of dramatic zoom.

Very carefully not showing us Wilf's face. I wouldn't have wanted Bernard present for all this chaos either though. I'm sorry. UNIT has an Avenger's Tower now? I don't like that. I liked the Tower of London. But I guess Kate wanted to make sure they definitely didn't get shut down again. I was chanting "Slap him, slap him, slap him" as Kate walked up and when she hugged him I said "Aww" in disappointment. Oh Mel! I had been vaguely spoiled of her showing up too. RTD2, I would have preferred an Old Who companion showing up in the 60th special episode that was closest to the actual 60th, but oh well I guess I should be happy we got something Old Who at all since this really was getting close to being a purely RTD focused anniversary. "The pilot declared his right to land wherever he wanted." Greaaat. Sounds like an average day here in 'Murica honestly. "Why should I care about you?" I mean look everything I've ever seen of the Tories tells me that's just what they're like anyway. What is a Vlinx and why is it here and why do we trust it? I don't trust it. Ah. Bad idea to deactivate it for even more than a couple words honestly. So is everyone just prejudiced now? Like the racist toymaker?

TRINITY WELLS!!!!! NO WAY. NO. WAY. THEY GOT MY GIRL TRINITY BACK ON MY TV!?!?!?! THAT'S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE. I LOVE HER. Ohhhh Trinity deserves the big font for that.

I've found the one bit of RTD era nostalgia that instantly gets to me. Have Trinity Wells show up. I guess this is how everyone else has felt the last few episodes. Not even Wilf got that reaction out of me. I literally just SCREAMED "Trinity Wells!" Out loud. I can't even be mad she's spewing stupidity and is "anti-Zeedex" I am just happy to see her. That's my girl.

If nothing else comes from this episode, if I don't care about anything else, I got to see Trinity Wells again. Ok that really made me so happy just now. The Trinity Wells Show. Really showing us it's her. Ahhh I love her. Seriously I'm reacting the way I probably would have reacted if they ever acknowledged Frobisher during Twelve's era. Only Martha showing up could get a bigger reaction out of me right now. Truly that was a cameo aimed at me and only me it feels like. So like the Master's network? "It's not like the old Archangel Network." Ok never mind. Oh so Rose only came out as trans 6 months ago. I WAS GONNA SAY THAT THE CHILDREN'S VOICES WE HEARD BEFORE THE TIME-SKIP WAS MY VOCAL WARMUPS. God I need to write things down when I think of them. NOOO. I THINK I KNEW ABOUT THE FIRST TV VIDEO BEING A PUPPET OR SOMETHING. THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR. I don't mean to be That Person but the whole human race isn't connected by Internet yet. We still got uncontacted/limited contact tribes and groups all over the place. Hundreds if not thousands of people who have never seen a screen. Oh yeah! They're President of the World!

(I took way too long searching to find that specific gif. But I love that gif so much.)

"120 plus five weeks holiday." "Done." YAS GET THAT MONEY DONNA. Also find Martha to see if she's still freelance or not. "So you talk about no one. Ever." I don't mean to quote Jack Harkness, but not if they're blonde... Doctor. You are. Avoiding. Still so much Thirteen in you. NOPE. LOL at them having to use basically refurbished still images from the lost episodes. BBC, this is only the fault of your own that they're missing. I hope you two have learned from last episode to STAY TOGETHER. Rules of play. Lawless. Hmm. So the Toymaker made everyone act like kids where the world revolves around them and only them? WHAT DID I SAY. STAY. TOGETHER. Oh no he's way too light. That was way too heavy for the Doctor to lift. Who's your mummy? Not an Empty Child reference just me being convinced his mummy is going to be someone. Oh nooooo not the "mama" and the teeth. OH RECAP TIME. Is this because they know a bunch of people skipped Twelve and Thirteen and even Eleven? Oh well. At least some acknowledgement. Still wish it was in the first of the specials but ok. "Oh, well, that's all right then." Ok look Toymaker has got a point for those three "surviving" but dying. Why only reference the Flux and nothing else Thirteen went through? Part of me is upset at no mention of the Fam and Dan, not even at least Yaz since Fourteen would have seen her only days earlier, but Thirteen had a clean track record of companions surviving so it's ok. Ok NPH's using his Barney magic trick skills ok. I see you. What do you mean a jigsaw of the Doctor's history? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT. PLEASE BE A REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL OLD WHO EPISODE. DON'T BE A HINT THAT RTD2 IS GOING TO TRY TO RETCON THE TIMELESS CHILD. JUST LET IT BE. I'm sorry the Master is in your WHAT. "The one who waits." Amy? Rory? They both waited. "That's someone else's game." huh. Sorry, all I see is Barney Stinson even in the mannerisms. I was wondering why if they went back in time that things would still be bad in the future. Since if they fixed it in 1925 it wouldn't happen. The Toymaker wouldn't be there. But no wibbly wobbly timey wimey just a different order. They should take the little toy box. Oh good took it. Don't you dare kill of Mel right here while she's watching the box. Don't you dare. I haven't even seen any of her episodes but I swear if you kill her.... WHAT. IS. THE. VLINX. THOUGH. Hey Doctor, at least tell Kate what you're up against. I was about to say that NPH was pretty perfect casting for a role like this, then the Toymaker threw Kate into a wall and too I'm mad now. DON'T HURT MEL TOO. Oh no. Kateeee I love you I do but listen to him ok? NOW you tell her about the Toymaker. Maybe some warning next time? Eh. He can shoot it. I didn't like this new UNIT building anyway. This is very Christmas Invasion. [thud] [glass shattering] OK that was dark. Wait celestials were a thing in Do You Hear Me? right? "And yet, I have fallen in love with humanity." Really hitting the nail on the "just like the Doctor" head here. OH. WOW. OOOOOOOOOOH. Next Doctor. Oooooooooooh. "It doesn't matter who. Because every single one of you is fantastic" RTD2 that better be a purposeful Nine reference though I know it's not. Don't you dare say "I don't want to go." for the third time. "Allons-y." Ok I'll accept that.

NO. NOT AGAIN. WE ARE NOT DOING ANOTHER TEN REGENERATION FAKE OUT. NO.

"What?" No. Nope. The spoiler came true and I am not happy about it. Time to add that asterisk. No. Is he not even wearing pants? Oh but I love Gatwa as the Doctor already so much. He's here. Oh Fifteen (fine I will say the number. I think this is the first time) gets to keep the tie. I meant to say I liked the grey knit tie earlier like 2 episodes ago. And the shoes. Oh and Ten's in an undershirt, I thought the shirt multiplied somehow just to not leave Fifteen totally naked. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" I am so happy to see you. Why must your first scene involve you not wearing pants though? The disrespect. "I think you're beautiful." "Do you come in a range of colors?" "Yes." I... do not know how I feel about that line. I really don't like that Fifteen has to LITERALLY share his start with Fourteen. I was saying it when Gatwa was first announced as Fourteen and then not Fourteen because then Tennant got announced. And now it's literally happening. They're sharing the lines, the scene, 1 of 3 specials. Really more like half a special if we're being generous. I really wish we had just not done this Tenthree thing at all. See even Fourteen got to say "I'm the Doctor" first while Fifteen said "And I'm the Doctor." like. Come on. At least let Fifteen have that first line. HEY. THE CAPTIONS SAY [TENTH DOCTOR] NOT FOURTEENTH. SO WHICH IS IT. WHAT IS THE TRUTH. DOES THIS NOT COUNT?

Ok seriously. Give the man some pants. Like come on.

Eeek did he have too many teeth? He looked like he had too many teeth. Flat, 2D, like Flatline? "My legions are coming." Ok and that means... Oooh I did not like that the laugh's arpeggio didn't resolve. "And bind it in salt." SO. IS THIS SALT THING. REALLY A THING NOW? REALLY? Or is it just because the Doctor mentioned the whole salt thing being the leak that let the Toymaker in? And what about mavity? There's 15 minutes. The ball fell but did it hit the ground yet? Gravity? Maybe the game didn't end? The Doctor kissed themself. Not in the way the Master did but still.

Give him some pants please.

NO. NO. NOT ANOTHER LADY WITH RED NAILS PICKING UP SOMETHING THAT HAS THE MASTER INSIDE IT. NO. SERIOUSLY RTD WHY ARE WE DOING THINGS OVER? Unless it's Dhawan!Master. Then I will accept that. I will gladly have Dhawan!Master back. BUT OTHERWISE NO. I REFUSE. Why is Fourteen explaining this to Fifteen, he should remember it since he's him. Like come on. "This is great. I think. Is it?" That was a Thirteenism right there. "One thing you need in this place is a chair." see that's the Doctor channeling Bill judging Twelve not having chairs close enough to the console. "Adric." "Adric." ADRICCCCCC. Seriously that hurts me and like I said I haven't even watched that part of Old Who. God. Stop bringing up Rose come on. OH WAIT. WAIT.

WAIT.

"I loved her. And Rose." OH MY GOD. I hate Tenrose but even I'M freaking out that the Doctor just admitted to loving Rose out loud. OH MY GOD. I mean still fanservice pandering. But FINE. Fine. Tenrose shippers take this one I'm giving it to you. I got so distracted by my annoyance at the still constant bringing up of Rose I almost missed the weight of what that meant. Still mad about the Rose-colored-glasses of the RTD era but good for you guys getting this.

Mavic Chen? Remind me to look that up it sounds really familiar. Ah, wish I didn't look it up, gotta love that 60s racism. Rehab in reverse. So you're saying we're gonna check back in on Fourteen in the future and he'll properly regenerate and/or kind of pop into existence in the moment that Fifteen bi-generated? Maybe? Hopefully? God if I had a nickel for every time RTD had a second Doctor separate from the main Doctor and had Tennant's face stay on Earth with a companion, I'd have two nickels. Don't you dare split the TARDIS too. That's too much. I assume this hammer is an Old Who reference. If so, very cute. They split the TARDIS. And Fifteen gets the second TARDIS. I can't really describe my mood besides -_- "I am so sorry." Yeah you better apologize to her. Ok that's cute the ramp. Why the jukebox though. Traditional Earth ballad? If Billie Piper shows up I'm literally stomping across the pond to RTD's house and killing him because that'll officially be Too Much. I can't even be completely happy at Gatwa's first proper TARDIS flight. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye were you?" Of course he was. Ask Sarah Jane. ASK SUSAN. "As if I would ever do that." At least you're self aware. Have these two been the first Doctors to hug? So Fifteen tells people he loves them. Willingly. Openly. Frequently. And a lot. I like that. (Yes Fourteen said he loved Wilf and River but shhh that was over the course of days. Fifteen has said I love you twice in like 3 minutes and was very affectionate to Mel)

Can we PLEASE put this man in some pants though!?

The little 2-finger salute from Fourteen is cute though. "The eyebrow story." TWELVE? Nope an alien species. "Oh, you're family, darling. Sit down." AWWWW. AWWWWWW MEL GETS A FAMILY. Ok. Ok that's really sweet. That's what I care about. Not even Tenthree/Fourteen getting a family. Mel gets one. Empty chair. It's for Wilf yes but let me pretend Martha's just running late to dinner ok? Ok. "I've never been so happy in my life." That's good. Fifteen really split off from Fourteen and was like "Ok you carry all the trauma and deal with it. I'm gonna keep running away."

I knew the Vlinx was voiced by Nicholas Briggs. What IS the Vlinx though? Because I really was waiting for it to be like a plant by the Toymaker.

God I can't believe we're really gonna do the same thing all over again with the Master. Like I said, if it's Dhawan!Master then I'm overjoyed. If it's another, I'm not as happy. I'm hoping that because it was the same way Simm!Master had came back as himself, it means Dhawan!Master will too. We'll see. And who grabbed the tooth this time? At least last time the ring was in a forest. I could believe someone was nearby to take it. But they're on a HELICOPTER LANDING PAD. In the secure UNIT building. Seriously who picked up the tooth?

GIVE. MY MAN. SOME PANTS. I feel so insulted that Gatwa spent all of his moments in his first episode IN HIS UNDERWEAR.

The absolute highlight of the episode was seeing Trinity Wells. Literally the most excited I've been about any of these fanservice moments. That feels like it was fanservice just aimed directly at me. As if RTD2 was like "Hope's not gonna enjoy this. What can we do? No no I'm not bringing back Martha. Oh! Trinity Wells!"

*Asterisk time! I can only hope that Fourteen is just another Tentoo and will live and die a normal human life but that's not what seems to be the case. I don't like that there's just another Doctor floating around. I had been spoiled for it. I hoped I had misunderstood the post since I hadn't properly finished reading it once I realized it was a spoiler. But I interpreted it correctly. If it ends up being that Fourteen does eventually regenerate and kind of hops back into the moment the body splits into Fourteen and Fifteen, then fine. But like. Otherwise, if there's now just a separate branch of Doctors and regenerations and then Fifteen technically has to share the title of Fifteen with whoever regenerates from this Fourteen then I will be so mad. Is this Fourteen really Fourteentoo? Or Tenfour. CAN WE JUST STOP REGENERATING INTO DAVID TENNANT AT THIS POINT. Just have him come back as Ten, he doesn't need to be three maybe FOUR different Doctors!

Oh my god. If RTD2 pulls a "Fugitive!Doctor is actually a Doctor AFTER Fourteen and regenerated and forgot everything and then met Thirteen" instead of being a pre-First Doctor then I'll actually riot. If that's the meaning of the jigsaw of their history, I'm really gonna actually riot.

Of the 3 specials. The Meep was eh. It was fine. Pure nostalgia and a nightmare fuel alien monster of the week. However, I REALLY enjoyed Wild Blue Yonder. That was right up my alley combining aspects of a lot of my favorite past episodes. And the Giggle was fine. Better than the Meep, definitely. I love Fifteen. I'm mad about the bi-generation thing. I would have preferred if after the Toymaster was gone for a bit that Fourteen got sucked back into Fifteen or something as a way of the Universe correcting itself. I'm mad that for most of Fifteen's scenes, it felt more like he was Fourteen's companion. Not the next Doctor. ALSO WHY COULDN'T WE GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS PLEASE. AT LEAST IN THE LATER SCENES.

Also is it still mavity? Did Donna really just ruin all of human history with that one joke?

Oh I just started proofreading and I realize my prediction of Black Friday was wrong. I really thought the Toymaker was gonna make everyone go crazy over a puppet toy.

GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS.

#hope watches doctor who #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers #the giggle #my non-spoiler verdict: pants #also: a cameo that only i would freak out over #(no it's not the obvious person who you think it is. if it had been i'd be a crying mess probably)

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askyoungiron · 2 years

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An engine’s name seems to hold a lot of weight. The Great Westerners have their whole thing with nicknames and true names, but even outside of that, engines in general tend to treat their names with a degree of significance. Would anyone be willing to elaborate on that?

Sir Nigel Gresley - 4498: Well every engine has a number, whether it's a serial number or a railway number. On the LNER if you're one of the bigger engines, your designer or director will give you a name, like how you get your name at birth from your parents. Some of us like them while others don't. Some like Cock 'O the North adopt nicknames while others don't. Names were just names to those given them on the LNER.

However, if you're a smaller engine like a station pilot or a shunter, you just get a number. Some earn their names from their crew, while others call them after a quirk and others got nicknames after doing stupid things but the vast majority remained numberless. So on the LNER names are only a big deal for the shunters. If you got a name then you were considered unique.

5025/Conner: May I weigh in on this?

Sir Nigel: Certainly my good man.

5025/Conner: Thanking you kind sir. The LMS had a similar attitude to the LNER however with the exception of engines like the 'Royal' classes like the Princess and Coronation Classes. They were treated like royalty in much the same way as the Great Western treat their Castle, King and City classes.

You never ever say refer to a Coronation class or a Royal Scot by their name. We knew their names unlike the GWR's upper class however you always referred to them as 'sir' or 'ma'am' and never act personable with them.

Green Arrow: So what you're saying is that we LNER engines are just 'working class scummies' then cause we didn't have culture?

5025/Conner: I- certainly not! I am sure that you had you're own version of higher class engine!

Green Arrow: Yeah, but they didn't care for all this posh nonsense. Well, most of them didn't. Great Northern and his crew acted like it and most of the K4 class did, but they treated everyone else like assholes so no one gave them the time of day.

Now that I think about it the LNER never really had a 'ruling class' of engine.

Sir Nigel: It's curious isn't it. I wonder what the Southern Railway did.

5025/Conner: Pandemonium mostly.

Tornado: What do Pandas have to do with anything?

Sir Nigel: No, not pandas dear.

#5025 enters the ask blog #sir nigel also appears #give tornado her pandas #green arrow answers #sir nigel answers #5025 answers #tornado answers #ttte tornado #ttte young iron

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Hi :) I just read a pandemonium of pilots and I wanted to let you know I absolutely love it! I can't even adequately express everything that I love about it, but I was hooked onto every word and I didn't put it down until I finished it. The interplay between Arthur and Eames was just amazing to read. So I wanted to say thank you so much for posting it!!

The second thing I wanted to say, after reading your previous ask, is to let you know I am also 100% here for anything and everything that you want to put out from the fic of bad feelings. That fic lives in my mind to this day, the little parts of it you've shared just floating into conscious thought every now and again. So i wanted to tell you there's definitely more than one person out there who'd eagerly read the fic of bad feelings if you ever decide to share any more of it ❤️❤️

Thank you so much!!!!! I really tried with that interplay because it's my favorite thing about that ship so I'm so glad it had a hook for you. UGHHHHFDSALFKDJDLK I live for an Eames obsessed with an Arthur who is loathe to admit he is obsessed with Eames. I live for it. A Pandemonium of Pilots STOPPPPPPpppppppppp you guys are gonna make me write the fic of bad feelings for real. I literally just opened it this morning and wrote 1k more in it. sldkfjsldkfj. No plan no plot just vibes. Thank you for telling me.

#why am I so susceptible #writing #a pandemonium of pilots #the fic of bad feelings

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aaronmcmillan4200-blog · 8 months

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What they don't want you to know

The united governments of our world collectively hide things from us. One of the biggest things they have been hiding for years is the existence of alien life forms in our universe and their advanced knowledge of these beings. Lately, the gatekeepers have been slowly leaking information about these beings to the public. In 2015 the Mexican government released still photos from Mexican military aircraft showing UFOs. In 2018 President Donald Trump started a new branch of the military the Space branch. In 2020 the Pentagon released the Atib videos showing crafts flying at high rates of speed and our fighter pilots trying to catch up to them. 2021 Congress holds the first congressional hearings to openly discuss the existence of UFOs and alien life forms. I propose that something big is on the horizon and it's one of two possibilities; One that the aliens are getting ready to invade for a purpose and the government needs our help and cooperation, or two there's too much collective knowledge and the denial makes people not trust the government to much to risk any longer. If number two is the answer then why the addition of the space force.

I totally understand the need for so many years of secrecy after Orsen Wells's War of the Worlds broadcast and people committing suicide. Nobody can blame the government for hiding the existence of aliens. Mass hysteria and pandemonium in the streets is the last thing that anyone needs. If we are on the verge of an alien invasion a lot of recent things are starting to make sense. Take for instance the fact that the U.S. Government isn't concerned with Russia's possession of a Hypersonic missile, or the Chinese having stockpiles of advanced chemical weapons. This author believes there is a new day dawning and we are about to collectively come against a force greater than ourselves. That the very will of mankind is about to undergo a test of humanity so great that it will either break us as a species or make us. Good luck friends let's all hope that I'm wrong.

#what are they hiding #Wher do we go from here #whats next

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whcwashe · 1 year

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Okay, here’s where I admit that I’m a fucking weirdo, who’s extracted most of my canon for liv from the first/second draft of the pilot script that I found, and from studying screenshots far too hard, for far too long. So here are a few of the things I’ve extrapolated -

A. Liv is ..... not poor. She didn’t grow up poor, anyway, because look at her mother’s house. That’s family money, and it’s probably a lot. And that’s probably a large part of the reason that Liv was lied to about her father her entire life. Her grandparents would absolutely not have approved of Jasper, or of the fact that her mother was a young and unmarried mother. The community probably wouldn’t have approved either, so -- The story about Jasper being dead was probably concocted in order to save face with the overall community, and to keep Liv from asking questions. Lets face it, it was probably always more about reputation than it ever was about Liv’s feelings.

It’s also evident from the fact that Liv drives a new, hybrid vehicle, and lives in a VERY LARGE loft by herself, that she’s definitely benefiting from family money. She’s working at a car rental place in the south -- she doesn’t make enough to afford rent and that kind of vehicle + a brand new iPhone that she doesn’t even bother to put a case on. Let’s be honest -- she was raised with Money.

B. I base a lot of my assumptions about Liv’s abilities off of what little is said about Jasper. In the pilot, John mentions to Liv that Jasper had been teaching himself cartography, and was mapping out what he saw in Atlanta. Now, looking at the map of the city, he’s got Illusion Falls, Seven Devils, Pandemonium, Damnation Bay, and Phantom Hill labeled. As far as I can tell, these aren’t references to anything in particular -- but it does indicate to me that Jasper can see the version of reality that lays underneath what everyone else sees. The kind of things that are hidden just under the surface via magic, or sit in another branch of reality. And since these abilities are genetic, it’s likely Liv probably sees that as well. Which means that, at any given moment, it’s not guaranteed that what Liv is seeing, and what anyone else is looking at are the same. And that’s not accounting for the ghosts wandering around. It’s part of why I assume Liv probably veers towards staying inside -- anything Jasper decided to call Damnation Bay probably isn’t fun to look at.

#ooc #headcanon #lmao is this too much information #am I boring u #thanks for coming to my ted talk

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velkynkarma · 9 months

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yo so I just realized (rereading Parallel by Proxy again) that it’s been six years since I started reading your stuff!! that’s crazy!! I’ve kept following you as a writer even when I fell out of Voltron a few years ago (good Gen writers are hard to find), and I realize I have so many good memories of reading all your fics as they’ve come out. I used to read the new installments of PbP during my afternoon commute, and then you started the Price Cut Paladins series— ah! I still remember where I was when I finished Premium Pandemonium for the first time (the Hunk hot chocolate chapter is still my absolute favorite, it’s such a warm scene). Your work has had a really profound impact on me (I could write a whole essay— Parasite Knight in particular has gotten me through a lot of tough times, it’s very relatable), and I still really like the way you write relationships (found family is ALWAYS gonna be my favorite trope, hands down) and hurt/comfort. Honestly, thanks for sticking around with the Voltron stuff for so long, and I hope that you’re having fun with your current fics/fandoms!!

P.s— something that’s been itching my brain since I finished Familiar Faces all those years ago: what would Ryou’s quintessence be like to Shiro if he’d been in Parasite Knight post becoming his own person? How would it have protected/interacted with Shiro— like, what internal differences would he notice? (I’m assuming its color would be still be key lime pie, ha)

Awww, anon! Thanks so much for such a nice message! I'm delighted to hear you've stuck with me so long as a reader, and I'm glad my stuff continues to satisfy. I'm also glad I could be a helpful distraction during the rougher times. Knowing I can make even one person's day a little better always makes it worth it.

Ooh, what an interesting question! You referenced Familiar Faces, but since you're talking about Parallel by Proxy as a whole, I'm assuming when you refer to Ryou you mean mine (also known as Quiet) and not @bosstoaster 's variant (who remains just Ryou).

If it's PbP!Ryou, his quintessence would actually still be very similar to Shiro's, since he's genetically designed to be identical on a physical, memory, and quintessence level and that's not the kind of thing you can just change. After all, Haggar did design him to be able to replicate everything Shiro can do, including flying the Black Lion, so their quintessence does have to be similar. (Remember, Parasite Knight was written before s2 and the lion swap were released, or even Keith temporarily piloting Black, so it is written under the assumption that they're all created for one lion only). This also means he's the most compatible for donating quintessence and his would last the longest, too. Because it's basically still Shiro's.

So it would still be a violet windstorm, like Shiro. But I think Ryou's would be closer to having almost no color at all (like actual wind) because he's also been designed as a stealth unit. He's supposed to literally fly under the radar and he's designed with mimicry in mind. As for how it would protect Shiro--just like how he protects Shiro now! Primarily with ambush strikes and misdirection, maybe even creating mirages to confuse the illusory Haggar so Shiro gets a moment to rest because she can't determine which one is the real one. (Yeah, Haggar, two can play at that game).

What a good question, anon! Thanks again for such a nice message :D

#Velkynkarma answers #parallel by proxy #parasite knight

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