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imminent-danger-came · 11 months

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A "MK is Related to the Underworld Somehow. Probably." List With Commentary (And I Consider it Evidence for EAMK)

(1x08 Skeleton Key)

(LIKE CAN I PLEASE HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS SCENE. CAN I PLEASE HAVE AN EXPLANATION??? WHAT. WHY. WHY WOULD YOU EVEN GIVE HIM THE KEY IN THE FIRST PLACE.)

(1x08 Skeleton Key)

(Idiot boy putting the skeleton key in his ear.)

(2x03 Pig Pong Panic)

(MK + Bones. Never a good sign)

(2x05 Minor Scale)

(Is this perhaps just LBD trying to take control of MK? Maybe. Is it also really weird how her powers interact with MK in general? For sure!)

(2x06 Game on)

(2x07 Shadow Play)

(Number one: The Lady Bone Demon wasn't here to provoke this, number two: MK using "blue vision" to see his friend's fate inside the lantern is equally strange!)

(2x09 72 Transformations)

(Again, could very well be LBD trying to take control of MK here—however, it doesn't seem like she's trying to do much of anything to MK in this scene, as she's focused on spider queen. So it weirds me out and goes into this post!)

(3x03 Smartie Kid)

(So, if the stuff in s2 was LBD affecting MK then I get it. BUT THEN WHY HAVE MORE BLUE EYES IN S3 AFTER LBD HAS ALREADY "TAKEN" MK'S POWERS AND THE STAFF. Genuinely want to know what this was meant to imply.)

(3x12 The Corrupted King)

(LBD HAS ALREADY POSSESSED WUKONG HERE. Wukong and the Mech alone was spreading her too thin. She certainly wasn't attempting to posses MK here—so what was happening?)

(4x01 Familiar Tales)

(The scroll ink touches MK not once, but twice this episode and it doesn't ensnare MK. The scroll touches Monkey King once and this is what happens to him: )

(4x02 Familiar Tales)

(The scroll's ink emanates from MK, which I thought was crazy at first BUT IT THEN HAPPENS AGAIN IN 4x11)

(4x03 The Great Tang Man)

(Soooo we see a vision of an all inked up MK, then we see the stone cracking, then we see a shot of the curse from 4x02, and THEN MK turns Tang Sanzang's golden power blue, a color associated with both LBD and the underworld in general. HM.)

(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

(There's no hair flip so it's not MK, so it would make me think that this is an ink version of SWK next to the stone. It's weird so I'm including it!)

(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

(So. Ink blotting out the sun, something MK/SWK are often associated with, and then pouring out of the cracked stone, which we just learned MK was born from. And then the curse takes MK's form. I'm tripping over my own conspiracy board here.)

MK: "You're not my friend—you're NOT me!" Curse MK: "Sure I am! I'm your best friend, well, closest at least! I know more about you than you'll even admit—to yourself, or to others."

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

(The curse claiming it's a part of MK is weird! The curse looking like MK in it's most weakened state is also weird! It's all weird!)

(4x08 The Brotherhood)

(Absolutely no reason for a weird teal smudge to be there, and yet)

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

(BOOM. SCROLL EMANATING FROM MK AGAIN.)

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

(The broken memories flickering in the scroll are very similar to the way MK flickers in and out of monkey form: )

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

(Scroll ink touches MK again and he does not become imprisoned inside it again. The scroll at the very least has no affect on the boy)

And I think for now that wraps up this post!

#sincerely think MK is related to the underworld/is some sort of fucked up memory based creature #''Now I will undo the memories of this world'' hmm. Will you LBD? AND IF MK WAS YOUR ORIGINAL POWER SOURCE—I'M JUST SAYING #getting this post out before the tdp s5 trailer which I know will ruin me #Look I know the red string is strong here. But that's okay.#Sometimes you just gotta throw shit at a wall and see what sticks.#Let's play the game of ''am I noticing purposeful details'' or ''am I just overthinking it''#The game I play everyday #BUT. This would all play into eamk (eldritch abomination MK) let me tell you #And now he's like. A weird power soup with both SWK's powers and whatever other powers from the underworld/scroll #lmk #lmk MK #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk theory #eamk theory

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bietrofastimoff23 · 14 days

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"i think aemond and aegon this season... you are either with us or against us." — ewan mitchell.

damn, now it hits me differently...

#aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #my (“i want revenge” *smirk*) team #alicent hightower #hotd #house of the dragon #team green #aegond #my post #[ I'm still hoping for a false impression.#but for now based on the trailers... it's not just tb ]

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irischroma · 1 month

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wip for Splatoon 3 side order

#splatoon 3 #agent 8 #dw if you havent finished #there wont be ANY spoilers in this at all #just vibes and stuff based on what we already know from trailers and general gameplay!!!

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apostatehamster · 8 months

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idk if this is anything, but here you are anyway

#ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #sorta lol #stede bonnet #izzy hands #i know it would have been more correct to place izzy on the left but i couldnt physically make myself edit him on the taller body lol #actually made that before watching ep 4&5 just based on the trailers but yea

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acetier · 6 days

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i'm So Normal about him

((close ups under cut bc idk he's pretty asdsfksdf))

#elden ring #shadow of the erdtree #messmer the impaler #ace draws #GNAWING ON THE DRYWALL #i lied i’m not normal about him at all #he is so diabolical i need him #his proportions make him look like such a freak #but i'm so into that 👁️👁️#been working on this thing on and off for a few weeks #haha imagine trying to draw a new character based off of like 3 blurry screenshots taken from a 30 second feature in a 3 min trailer #also added a lil reference to the theory that the smoldering butterfly represents him and not melina #this will probably get lost in the sea of messmer fan art but i just had to draw him #my eyes actually hurt #he is SO red

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raisinushigher · 4 months

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fuck this show

#FUCK THIS SBOW #likeee what. a little over a week and its happening again.#ANYWAY obligatory abe is so fucking cute and im so excited to see what’s going on with him this season #like. the way hes wearing that oversized suit??? him looking all angry with an eyepatch while everyone else is happy? WHY WAS HE CRYING-#-HALF NAKED IN THE CEMETARTY😭😭😭ALSO THAT LOOKS LIKE SOME SORT OF APOCOLYPSE EPISODE WHICH. IF THATS THE CASE #HELL FUCKING UES!!!#also i can’t deny it im scared like For My Life that something bad with /kahlopatra will happen #like. just based off that one clip with frida looking at cleo bullying people. IDK MAYBE ITS POSITIVE BUT #IM SCARED!!!#sorry i hid a good chunk of my thoughts on the trailer in the tags of dumb fucking tophabe post SORRU #clone high #clone high spoilers #tophabe #abetoph #mine

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tricoufamily · 1 year

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who up this morning born under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyes

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clarionglass · 3 days

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here we go :) part one of three, updates to be released weekly!

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sam says 4 (game master cinematic universe, part 3)

Ruby was at her mum's for a family dinner she couldn't miss on pain of death, apparently, and the Doctor was many things, but a family dinner kind of guy wasn't one of them—particularly when Carla had already slapped him once in the short time he'd known her. He thought he'd broken his streak of bad luck with mums, but… well, seemingly not. So he was companionless for a few hours, and while he could wait for her to get back, maybe catch up on his reading—what was the point of waiting when you had a time machine?

He ran his hands over the TARDIS console, marvelling at her clean lines and metallic flourishes, the way that even now she felt brand new but familiar, and paused. He’d just pop off for a quick adventure, nothing too dangerous, but—where to go?

He could scan for a distress call nearby, and pitch in to help. He could drop in on Donna and Shaun and Rose, beautiful Rose, and see how they were all doing. Or he could just hit the randomiser button, and jump in feet first wherever he ended up.

He remembered a conversation from a long time ago, when he wore a different face, and his gorgeous TARDIS wore a face too, for the first and only time.

“You didn't always take me where I wanted to go.”

“No, but I always took you where you needed to go.”

He grinned. Who could resist an offer like that? He pressed the button and whooped as the time rotor spun into action, ready to see where the universe would take him.

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Apparently, he was needed pretty close to where he already was. Earth, 2024. Huh. Same planet, same time—within a few months of where he’d left Ruby, even. The main thing that had changed was the location: he was now in the good old US of A. California, to be more specific, and Los Angeles to be more specific still. And to really narrow it down, the Doctor discovered as he poked his head out of the TARDIS doors, he was in… a broom closet. Not bad, as a parking spot—a bit squeezy, but out of the way. And as he poked his head out of that door, he could finally see he was in the backstage corridors of a studio of some kind. Film or TV, if he was to hazard a guess, it was a different vibe from Abbey Road.

With a shrug, he decided to go exploring.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute before a young woman wearing the full-black outfit, headset, and permanently stressed expression of a production assistant came running up to him.

“Are you the fill-in Sam organised?” she asked breathlessly, and honestly, seeing the look on her face, the Doctor didn’t have the heart(s) to tell her no. And really, what was the Doctor, if not a professional fill-in? This, this was why he had a randomiser button on the control panel, because whatever he was about to get himself into was going to be fun.

“Sure!”

“Oh, thank god,” sighed the production assistant, relief dawning across her face. “When Ally tested positive this morning, I thought we were sunk for the record, because we called around and we couldn’t get a hold of anyone. But then Sam said he could get someone in, and, you know, here you are, and just in time, so—ah, yeah, if you could follow me this way?”

Smiling all the way, the Doctor followed his guide through to hair and makeup, looking around as they went. The studio seemed to belong to a company called Dropout, according to the branding scattered around, and things seemed, at least on the surface, to be… well. Fine. He couldn't tell why he'd been brought here yet, which meant that when he found the reason, it was going to be particularly tangled. He couldn't wait!

And then he looked back at his guide, still engulfed in a miasma of anxiety, and realised he'd been too busy looking for clues to notice the person right in front of him.

“Hey, it's cool, you've found me,” he started with a gentle smile. “You can relax. Hi, I'm the Doctor. What's your name?”

“Oh!” she said, startled. “The Doctor, yeah, of course. Um, hi, I'm Kaylin. Look, sorry, it's just that I've been so busy this morning, I'm so distracted… Shit, and I would've completely forgotten to get your details too. There's paperwork to fill in, but you can do that later. Um, just for now, though, can I get your pronouns?”

The Doctor thought for a moment. “He/him, for now.”

Kaylin nodded, making a note on her phone. “Okay, cool! And do you have any socials?”

“Not me, babes,” he replied. “I'm hardly sitting down long enough to be able to update, you know?”

“On a day like this, I know exactly what you mean,” she said. “That's okay, Lou didn't have socials either for the longest time. Right, so if you go through there, the team will get you sorted, and once you're done, someone will take you up to the greenroom. All good?”

“All great,” the Doctor replied. Kaylin flashed him a quick, relieved smile, then hurried off.

Hair and makeup was a fairly quick process, the sound mixer fitted him with a microphone, and before too long, Kaylin was back to take him upstairs.

“This is the greenroom,” she said, pushing the door open. “The rest of the cast for the episode are already here—they’re great guys, and they’ve both been on the show a lot, so they’ll be able to help if you’ve got questions. And if you need anything else, just come find me or any of the other PAs, okay?”

The Doctor nodded, beamed at Kaylin, and walked in.

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The greenroom was small but comfortable, and its occupants, two men around the same age as the Doctor appeared, looked up as he entered.

“Oh, you’re new,” the taller of the pair said, clearly giving him the once-over.

The other sighed with a mixture of fondness and exasperation, just as clearly used to his friend’s antics.

“Hey, I’m Brennan,” he said, levering himself up to standing from his perch on a chair arm, and holding out a hand. “That’s Grant.”

The Doctor took it warmly. “The Doctor. Just passing through, and happy to help.”

Grant’s eyebrows quirked. “Doctor… something?” he prompted.

“Or is it just ‘the Doctor’?” Brennan asked.

“Just ‘the Doctor’,” the Time Lord confirmed cheerfully. “You’ll get used to it, everyone does.”

Grant didn’t look convinced, but—

“Copy that,” Brennan shrugged, and settled back on the arm of the chair, returning his gaze to the door.

Grant, in turn, looked at the Doctor and rolled his eyes in a clear expression of ‘no, I don’t know why he’s like this, either’.

“Okay,” the Doctor said after a moment of watching the watching. “I wasn’t going to ask, but now I think I have to. What’s up with the door?”

Brennan huffed a laugh. “Well, the last time there was one of those up—” he pointed to the Out of Order sign stuck to the bathroom door, “—we got locked in here for the game.”

“He’s paranoid,” Grant interjected.

“Well, yeah, maybe,” Brennan retorted. “Or just cautious. Because Sam’s been acting weird lately, and we’re coming up to the last few records of the season, so he’s probably planning something way out of the box for the finale. And the original cast was you, me and Beardsley, so…”

He shrugged one shoulder meaningfully, and Grant nodded, conceding both the point and the potential for chaos.

“So if Sam comes in to give us the briefing, rather than waiting til we’re on set,” Brennan continued, “or there’s anything else weird going on, I’m gonna know about it right from the beginning.”

He turned to the Doctor. “The only reason I'm not quizzing you is because I know for a fact Beardsley was genuinely scheduled for this, so you can't be a plant by the production team. No offence.”

“None taken,” the Doctor smiled. “That sort of thing happen often, does it?”

Grant and Brennan exchanged a look.

“More than you'd think,” Grant answered with a grimace.

“Alright,” the Doctor said slowly, then brightened. “So what is it we're actually doing?”

Grant gave him a disbelieving glance. “You don't know—?”

“Very last minute fill-in,” the Doctor said breezily. “But don't worry, I'm a quick study.”

“Well, you're not that much worse off than the rest of us,” Brennan said encouragingly. “You know about Game Changer, obviously, if you know Sam, and we only find out the rules of the game once we get on set. Hopefully,” he added, with a dark look back at the Out of Order sign.

The Doctor nodded. No, he didn't know Sam, and he didn't know Game Changer, but he could work out the situation from context clues. This was a game show. And with the Toymaker banished, and Satellite Five not coming into existence for another 198000 years, give or take, he found himself smiling. Maybe third time would be the charm.

“Mmm, hopefully they aren't going to throw you in the deep end,” Grant said. “Because Brennan might seem lovely now, but as soon as we get out there, he's a whore for points. He'll stab you in the back and won't even blink.”

Brennan barked with laughter. “Yeah, and you wouldn't?”

“Excuse you, I'm always a goddamn delight,” Grant replied, the very picture of injured dignity.

“Oh, absolutely!” agreed a new voice. The Doctor turned to the now-open door to see a bearded man in a pinstriped suit smiling broadly. “That's why we keep inviting you back!”

Grant bowed sarcastically. “Why, thank you, Sam. Good to know I'm appreciated by someone here.”

“Always,” Sam replied, gently but firmly ending that particular path of the conversation. He scanned the room, and his eyes lit up when they landed on the Doctor.

“Ah, you must be the Doctor!” he said with obvious delight, walking over with his hand outstretched. “I'm Sam—thanks for filling in for us, you've made sure we're going to have a good show. Seriously, it's a pleasure to have you here.”

“Aw, cheers!” the Doctor smiled, shaking the offered hand. “Glad I could help out, I'm really looking forward to this!”

“Well, great!” Sam exclaimed, then took a step back, regarding all three players in turn. “Now, folks, I'm just letting you know that we're just about ready to start the record, so if you can start heading down, that'd be great.”

Grant and Brennan nodded—Brennan, the Doctor noticed, with relief.

“See you down there,” Sam said, smiling. “Have a great show, and—”

His eyes caught on the Doctor's for a second, twinkling.

“Good luck.”

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Backstage, the Doctor, Brennan and Grant were marshalled into podium order and given a final briefing from the crew. And then, with a thumbs-up from Kaylin, that was it.

Showtime.

“Get ready for a Game Changer!” came Sam's voice from onstage. “Tonight’s guests: he can shoot off a monologue with laser accuracy; it’s Brennan Lee Mulligan!”

Brennan, his back to the camera as the curtains opened, spun on his heel and, with a stone-cold expression, pointed finger guns straight down the barrel, before letting the facade crack open. “Hi!” he exclaimed, and walked over to the leftmost podium.

“It’s his first appearance, but he’s already on fire; it’s the Doctor!”

The Doctor leant against the archway to the stage and flashed a broad smile towards the camera, then in a few skipping steps, had bounded over to the next free podium. What the hell, why not make an entrance?

“And even in the toughest of mazes, you’ll always be able to find him; it’s Grant O’Brien!”

Grant dipped his lanky frame into an approximation of a curtsey, spreading his arms wide, then sauntered over to the closest podium with a grin.

“And your host, me!” Sam announced, a ring of manic white showing around his irises as he beamed down the barrel of the camera. “I’ve been here the whole time!”

“This,” he continued, pushing his microphone shut and stowing it in his jacket pocket, “is Game Changer, the only game show where the game changes every show. I am your host, Sam Reich!”

As he said his name, he looked at his hands, front and back, as if he was pleasantly surprised to be himself, then gestured towards the three podiums.

“I am joined today by these three lovely contestants! Now, you understand how the game works.”

“Of course not,” Grant started. “You know we don't.”

“We can't, Sam, that's the whole point of the theatre you've set up here,” Brennan said over him.

“Not yet,” was all the Doctor said, anticipation starting to drum a tattoo of excitement against the inside of his ribcage.

“That’s right!” Sam said brightly, shooting finger guns at the camera. “Our players have no idea what game it is they’re about to play. The only way to learn is by playing. The only way to win is by learning, and the only way to begin is by beginning! So without further ado, let’s begin by giving each of our players fifty points.”

The Doctor, biding his time, watched the reactions of his fellow contestants. Grant looked at the front of his podium, checking the point total, and nodding approvingly when he saw that yes, it was sitting at a round fifty. Brennan, on the other hand, was starting to frown.

“Players, Sam says: touch your nose,” Sam began, and Brennan sighed the sigh of someone who wasn’t happy to be proved right.

“Oh, no,” he groaned. “Oh, you son of a bitch. Wasn’t one this season enough?”

He touched his nose anyway, as did the others, and Sam smiled encouragingly. “Sam says: touch your ear.”

When they all did, Sam nodded. “Touch your other ear.”

Everybody held still, fingers on the ears they had originally touched.

Sam beamed. “Easy, players, right?”

“You say that now,” Brennan said darkly. “Which makes it worse, because all you're doing is setting us up for failure.”

Sam gasped, pretending offence. “Would I do that?”

“Yes,” Brennan and Grant replied in unison, which drew a grin from the Doctor and set Sam off chuckling.

“And I'm not having it,” Brennan continued, leaning his elbows against his podium and pointing at Sam with the hand not touching his ear. “You better watch yourself, because I know how this game works, and you're not going to get one over on me.”

“Strong words, Brennan!” Sam said, clearly delighted by this response. “Okay, then, let's start making things a bit more interesting!”

The game continued as per Sam Says usual, some rounds done as a group and some individual. Points were won, sure, but lost slightly more frequently, and even the Doctor found he was having to concentrate to avoid getting caught in the host's traps.

It was fun. Genuinely, it was like playing a game with friends, and the Doctor felt himself leaning into it. There wasn't any sign of danger—maybe there wasn't a mystery to solve at all, and the TARDIS just decided he needed a total break.

Well, probably not. But the way things were going, he was able to let himself hope.

“Alright, players,” Sam said a good few rounds in, just as pleasantly as he would start any other question, and the screen behind him dinged as a new prompt popped up. “Survive the death beam.”

For a second, everything was frozen perfectly still.

And then came the crash, the explosive noise of heavy machinery moving relentlessly through a drywall set.

The Doctor was already moving. “Everyone down!”

“Duck!” Brennan yelled at the same time.

The two of them hit the ground within milliseconds of each other, but Grant was still paralysed in the face of the giant, science-fiction type laser cannon that had just ploughed through the wall.

It whined ominously, screaming its way to fever pitch. And then a sharp pain in Grant’s ankle made him stagger, pitching forwards onto the carpet behind the podiums as the Doctor rolled away to avoid getting pinned.

“Sorry, babes,” the Doctor whispered. “But it was either kick you to get you down, or—”

A hideous metallic screech ripped through the air, and all three of them could feel the crackle of ozone as a beam of energy swept across what had, moments ago, been neck height.

“…Or that,” the Doctor finished with a grimace.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Grant breathed, suddenly very conscious of every inch of his 6’9 frame. “Thanks.”

“Well done, players!” Sam exclaimed delightedly from above them. “But… sorry, I didn’t say ‘Sam says’, so that’s a point off for everyone.”

“What the fuck!” Brennan snapped.

“Are you actually insane?” Grant demanded at the same time, his voice overlapping with Brennan’s.

In response, Sam just wheezed with laughter. “You can come back to your podiums,” he said, cheerfully ignoring them.

Nobody moved.

“Very good!” he acknowledged, and even without seeing his face, the grin was obvious in his voice. “Okay, Sam says: come back to your podiums.”

Although the words were innocuous, and his tone was just as light and breezy as usual, there was nevertheless an edge hiding just underneath the surface. And while the death beam loomed large in the minds of all three players, it was impossible to consider disobedience as an option.

Slowly, they stood, returning to their places. Now they had the time to look at it properly, the death beam was even more sinister, and Brennan and Grant both kept flicking nervous glances its way, ready to move if it looked like it was charging up again.

The Doctor, however, was focused purely on the man standing in front of them. Unbothered, Sam met his gaze like a challenge, a mischievous smile playing about his lips.

“Oh, you’ll love this one,” he said, and the screen changed. “Sam says, starting with Grant: say my name.”

Grant frowned in confusion, but answered quickly nonetheless. “Sam Reich?”

The man himself shrugged tolerantly, moving on. “Brennan?”

Brennan just stared at him coolly. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“Well caught, Brennan!” Sam said happily. “Sam says: say my name.”

“Sam,” Brennan replied, suspicion clear in his voice. “Samuel Dalton Reich.”

He nodded, still with a hint of indifference. “And lastly, Doctor.” His smile broadened. “Sam says: say my name.”

It was easy. Too easy. And as the Doctor looked into the eyes of the man calling himself Sam Reich, he felt his hearts stutter in recognition, because something had changed. He wasn’t hiding himself anymore, and while the face was different yet again, the Doctor would know the shape of that soul anywhere. It was impossible. It was inevitable.

“You can’t be,” he breathed.

Sam smirked, leaning in across his podium. “Oh, but Doctor… I’ve been here the whole time,” he stage-whispered with a wink.

“He said you lost,” the Doctor said, shaking his head, looking wrong-footed for the first time that Brennan and Grant could recall. “You lost, and he trapped you.”

The other two watched, uncomprehending, but Sam just smiled, drumming his fingers against the podium with an audible beat, fast but distinct. Four taps, four taps, four taps. “I’m waiting.”

The Doctor took a slow, deep breath. Set his jaw.

“Master.”

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missed an installment of the game master cinematic universe?

original idea by @ace-whovian-neuroscientist: x

art by @northernfireart concept: x scissor sisters sketch: x sam and his doppelganger: x

writing by me (!) part one (escape the greenroom): x part two (deja vu): x part three (sam says 4): you are here!

#game master #sam reich!master #doctor who #dw #dropout #game changer #you know what let's chuck some character tags in here #15th doctor #the master #sam reich #brennan lee mulligan #grant o'brien #kaylin mahoney #clari speaks #clari writes #ah darlings i'm putting my chat down here rather than in the post body for once #so i've thought of this whole saga as 'part three' but i will be a) titling them all and b) just keeping on numbering the parts sequentiall #rather than 'part three part one' etc #otherwise we're getting into homestuck act titling territory and that is ground i do not wish to tread #also fuck i hope i've got the time zones right #i'm planning to post this when an episode of game changer would ordinarily be released. to plug the gap. to tide us over.#(the finale trailer is so delightfully unhinged and i cannot wait til next week)#anyway gang this one was wild #the slight but significant genre shift from 'game changer with doctor who elements' to 'doctor who with game changer elements'#it was fun to write! and hopefully fun to read :)#also i MUST say that eugene northernfireart has a baller comic in the works that this entire thing is based on #this is thousands of words of setup and continuation because the sketch idea was so good it possessed me #and we decided that it had to be a proper dw episode #(hey rtd hire me pls)#anyway eugene is on hiatus bc of life so in the meantime go give him love and be Fuckin Hyped for the comic when it appears bc i know i am

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punster-2319 · 1 year

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December mood

#the puss in boots looks really fun based on the trailer #puss in boots #puss in boots 2 #dreamworks #december #holidays #christmas #movies #the upcoming avatar movie looks just as uninteresting as the 1st one #also james cameron getting bitter over runtime criticism was hilarious

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cosmic-kaden · 7 days

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Chase & Rescue

Ship: Caesar x Kaden

Words: 1,411 [imsorry]

Summary: Nothing ventured nothing gained! :3c

cw: A knife is mentioned but never used.

Note: I am basing this meeting on what I know and what I've read. The movie is not out to the wider public yet so until I see the movie myself this is considered a non-canon meeting for my ship. I've just been really itchin' and yearnin' for this boy very much so I had to write SOMETHING! || Orange text = his internal monologue

Okay to rb // If you aren't a self-shipper please dni. I have anxiety ;;

Kaden’s heart pounded in their chest as they darted through the crowded streets. The shouts of the authorities grew louder and louder behind them, their footsteps hit heavily against the pavement, determined. Kaden cursed under their breath, glancing over their shoulder to see two uniformed officers pushing through the crowd. They had been too hasty, too careless. The mark had noticed their hand in his pocket and had yelled out before Kaden could disappear into the crowd of people, their chest burned as they ran as fast as their feet would carry them.

Their purple hair, usually a point of pride, now felt like a sore thumb, drawing unwanted attention. They veered left, slipping into a narrow alleyway, hoping to lose their pursuers in the maze of backstreets. The sound of boots echoed off the walls, growing nearer and nearer. Panic surged through Kaden's body. They had to find a way out, a place to hide but where!?

Just as they thought they were trapped, Kaden spotted an open door leading into a dimly lit building. Without a second thought, they dashed inside, pressing themselves against the wall and momentarily holding their breath despite the strenuous running just moments before. The officers ran past, their shouts fading into the distance and Kaden allowed themselves a brief moment of relief, closing their eyes and exhaling loudly, finally being able to regain control of their breathing but Kaden was far from alone...

He leaned against the wall of the dimly lit alley, watching the frantic figure dart inside. The sound of heavy boots pounding the pavement grew louder, then faded as the authorities ran past. His eyes, sharp and calculating, took in the details of the newcomer—purple hair, light-coloured eyes perhaps green or blue, roughly 5'5". They were breathing hard, their posture tense, and a hunted look in their eyes. He studied them for one more brief moment before finally deciding to break the silence.

“You look like you could use some help,” a deep voice said from the shadows.

Kaden's eyes snapped open, their hand instinctively reaching for the small knife they kept hidden on the back of their belt. A figure stepped into the light—a tall man with short dark hair and piercing brown eyes. He was well-dressed, his tailored suit standing out in stark contrast to the grimy dim surroundings. There was an air of authority about him, but not the kind that came with a badge.

Who is this intriguing person? the male wondered. He stepped forward, making his presence known. As the figure's eyes widened, he saw a flash of defiance and fear, but also a hint of curiosity. They’re not just scared—they’re calculating, thinking.

“Who are you?” Kaden asked, their voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through their veins.

He saw their eyes narrow, suspicion mingling with curiosity. They’re assessing me, trying to figure out my angle. Smart.

“Caesar,” the man replied, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “And you must be the reason for all the commotion outside,” Caesar said, his voice calm and composed. He observed their hand move instinctively toward a hidden weapon. Quick reflexes. Good. They’re a survivor.

Kaden narrowed their eyes, trying to gauge his intentions. “Why do you care?”

Caesar took a step closer, maintaining eye contact. “Let’s just say I have a soft spot for people who know how to survive on these streets and you seem to have a talent for it...” he said. There’s potential here, he thought. A raw talent that, with the right guidance, could be very useful.

Kaden’s grip on their knife relaxed slightly. There was something about Caesar that intrigued them, a magnetism they couldn’t quite explain. “What do you want?”

Caesar felt a spark of interest. They’re willing to listen. Good. “Right now?” Caesar glanced toward the open door. “To keep you from getting caught. Those officers won’t give up easily. Follow me.” He turned, confident they would follow. There’s something about them. A strength beneath that cautious exterior.

Kaden hesitated for a moment but then nodded. They didn’t have much of a choice. Caesar led them through a labyrinth of hallways and out a back door into another alley. The city seemed quieter here, the chaos of the chase left behind.

As they moved, Caesar thought about the possibilities. This city is a harsh place, and those who can navigate its underbelly are valuable but there’s more to this one. they’re a fighter, a survivor. I can feel it.

“You seem to know your way around,” Kaden said, their curiosity getting the better of them.

Caesar glanced at them, noting the curiosity in their eyes. “I’ve spent enough time in the city to know its secrets,” Caesar replied. “But I’m more interested in you. What’s your name?”

“Kaden,” they said, studying Caesar’s face. “And thanks, I guess.”

Caesar smiled again, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “You’re welcome, Kaden. But you still haven’t told me why the authorities are after you.” Caesar said, probing gently.

Kaden shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Just trying to survive. Picked the wrong pocket today.”

Caesar’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “It happens to the best of us. But you’re skilled, I can tell. How long have you been doing this?”

“Long enough,” Kaden replied. “Look, It’s not something I enjoy doing, but you do what you have to do to get by.” They sighed softly.

Caesar nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I understand. The city can be unforgiving. But there are other ways to survive, ways that don’t involve running from the law.”

Kaden raised an eyebrow almost scoffing in disbelief. “Like what?”

“Like a partnership,” Caesar said, stopping to lean against the wall. “I could use someone with your skills. There are things I can’t do alone, and you could benefit from the protection and resources I offer.”

Kaden studied him for a long moment, weighing their options. There was a risk in trusting Caesar, but there was also an opportunity, but could they trust him? “What’s in it for you?”

Caesar’s smile widened. “Mutual gain, Kaden. I have connections and resources. With your talents, we could achieve much together and perhaps, make this city a bit more bearable for both of us.” They need to see the bigger picture, the opportunities we could create...

Kaden considered his words. The idea of not having to constantly look over their shoulder was appealing. And there was something about Caesar that made them want to take the chance. “Alright,” they said finally. “I’m in. But if you double-cross me, you’ll regret it.”

Caesar chuckled, a sound that was both reassuring and dangerous. He appreciated their fire. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said. Trust needs to be earned, but I sense they’re worth the effort.

They shook hands, and the deal was sealed with a firm grip. Kaden felt a spark of excitement, mingled with the undeniable attraction that had been simmering between them since they first met. There was potential here, a chance to carve out a place for themselves in the vast, unforgiving expanse of this crumbling city.

As they walked side by side down the quiet alley, Kaden couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of optimism. They had always been on their own, but maybe, just maybe, teaming up with Caesar was the beginning of something new. Something better.

unbeknownst to Kaden, Caesar couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something significant. There’s a spark here, something more than just mutual survival. With Kaden, we could do more than just survive—

“So, what’s the plan?” Kaden asked, glancing up at Caesar.

“First,” Caesar said, “we lay low for a while. Let the heat die down. Then, I’ll introduce you to some people who can help us. People who know how to get things done,” he replied, already planning their next steps.

Kaden nodded. “Sounds good. And after that?”

Caesar’s eyes gleamed with ambition. “After that, we see just how far we can go. Together,” he said. This partnership could change everything.

Kaden smiled a genuine smile that felt foreign but good. For the first time in a long while, they felt a glimmer of hope. With Caesar by their side, the possibilities seemed endless. And who knew? Maybe they would find more than just survival in this partnership. Maybe, just maybe, they would find a way to thrive.

They just hoped they could trust him.

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