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Phil Gasmer
"There is no such thing as a time ship and there is no such thing as Rip Hunter."INDEPENDENT RP BLOGfor Phil Gasmeras seen onLegends of Tomorrowwritten and loved by Mikisideblog tovulptexvenator
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It’s the last day of Rip week (can’t believe it’s over). I wish that we got to see more of Phil Gasmer, hell they could have used his movie as a wonderful opportunity to poke fun of their own characters. I want to see that movie, with all of the cheese space movies from the 60′s have to offer. Or maybe we could have seen more of his life in the 60´s so there would have been a dilemma on whether the legends should bring him back.
But mostly I want to see Phil’s version of the legends (and I want Rip to get a better ending). Until next year!
#tbh#I want Phil to have his own life#that doesn't revolve around the legends#and his own movie#but it would be fun to see what he'd come up with
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riphunterrp:
Rip couldn’t help but smile as the squirrel waved at him. He waved back with his fingers as he held the other hand high, palm up, in case the squirrel wanted to come closer.
He stopped waving back to offer a peanut.
So the waving had helped! He was excited and let out a couple of soft sounds, then moved closer to sniff at the man’s hand. The jacket he was wearing smelled interesting and so he hopped onto the open palm and then inspected the material. He didn’t so much as look at the peanut, but instead started to climb down on the man’s arm until he reached his shoulder, where he sat for a moment to look around.
Some people were so nice to him that he allowed them to pet him and this person seemed like a very nice human being. So many delicious nuts!
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hastam-ab-fatum:
Charles sighed heavily and hung his head, trying very hard to think of a solution. He could run, leave this place city; perhaps use that little device Captain Hunter gave them in case something like this were to happen to contact the real version. Only now it might just lead to Phil, or worse the Legends… Running could work, but would he make it far enough? And where would he even go?
He didn’t let go, he couldn’t, the man would most likely bolt and right now that was not a possible option for him. He did weaken his grip a little bit, so it was less threatening.
“You can’t go back,” Charles muttered as an answer, looking around still for any sign of anyone nearby or approaching. “If you do you’ll tell them, and I’ll be in danger, along with…” He shook his head and held back his words.
Don’t tell him that, you utter fool!
“I am in danger, already.” He turned back to the man, and his eyes were beseeching. “In the same danger you’re in, and potentially the Legends, and my friends. And the entire multiverse along with us. You have to tell me what is going on, how you ended up like you are, and what is this movie of yours and the information it contains.”
Charles swallowed heavily. “Please, Mr. Gasmer.”
Okay, so this made a litte more sense now. He didn’t know who else Charles was talking about, but he was right if he assumed that Phil would talk to the Legends about what had happened to him. And if they thought that Charles was dangerous in any form, they would take action. Phil had no idea what that action would look like, but he knew the team well enough to understand that neither he nor anyone else should be standing in their way once they had set their minds on something.
But then he realized what exactly that meant - and he froze.
“Wait - you can’t - I have to go back, I can’t just stay away. They’d look for me and they’d find you and you’d be in trouble. Or danger... Look. I don’t want to get you into danger, but I can’t just... stay here. Or go with you.”
Phil raised a hand and ran it through his hair nervously. This wasn’t going well and it wouldn’t work. He had to get away from Charles.
But then Charles did something no one had ever done before - he begged him to stay. He didn’t order him, he didn’t force him - well, if you ignored that Charles was still close enough (and most definitely strong enough) to hold him back if he decided to run - he asked him to stay. He even called him by his last name, a form of respect that no one had shown to him before.
Phil looked at Charles for a moment, then nodded slowly.
“I’ll tell you what I know... but you have to believe me that I don’t know what they are planning. And I don’t know how I - how this happened, how Rip turned into me. I can’t imagine that this is even possible. They told me that Rip must have touched the speed drive - no, the time drive and that is what wiped his memories. And where I come from, apparently. I don’t remember any of this. I don’t even know what a ‘time drive’ is. I think it’s somewhere on the Waverider, but I don’t know where or how it works.”
Phil looked from Charles to the street and then back at him.
“They’ll send someone to pick me up if I don’t get back to the ship in time, so maybe we should find a place where they can’t see us.”
#hastamabfatum#v: who the hell are you guys?#FINALLY#Phil is willing to talk!#treat him nicely Charles!!!!#I love how it is Charles calling him 'Mr. Gasmer' that convinces Phil to play along#like - treat him with respect and he'll work with you!
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rip week day five: past;
you know i was bluffing, right? i am not actually rip hunter. my name is phil.
#PHIL#my phil!!! <3#I love this idiot so much and this gif-set is AMAZING#and I had to keep quiet about it but NOW I CAN REBLOG IT ALL I WANT AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH <3#PHIL IS THE BEST
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Ripweek Day 3 - AUs - Harry Potter AU - Gryffindor Phil Gasmer
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hastam-ab-fatum:
“Legion of Doom,” Charles echoed softly. That sounded like something straight out of those comic books that Henry had adored so much. Then again, so had their little group.
“When you mean they’re still after the Spear does that mean they have locations of the current pieces?” Charles asked. Suddenly he was glancing around, a new sort of adrenaline taking hold. “Do they have any idea where the other’s are… or where I might be? Do the Legends? Do you remember anything about the mission itself, or whatever other memories you seemed to have? Is that why the Legends are keeping you around, because you’re a liability to the mission?”
What sort of situation could Rip had gotten himself into if he’d ended up like this man in front of him, completely mind wiped of all that they had done. Did it have something to do with the Spear, this Legion? Did the Legends manage to screw up once more? There were too many unanswered questions in his head, roiling around and making the stone of dread in his stomach strengthen by the second.
“Tell me everything about your movie,” Charles said, in a low voice. “Than tell me where the Legends planned to go.”
Perhaps he could get to the Spear piece before they got to him.
Phil rolled his eyes, talking more to himself than Charles for a moment.
“Why does no one ever listen to me?” It was something that kept happening to him, people assuming he had all the answers because he looked like bloody Rip Hunter - when he knew nothing.
“I told you: I don’t know. I don’t know anything about the missions, they don’t tell me. I guess they are worried that someone kidnaps me again and h-hurts me...” He looked down pointedly (and somewhat nervously) at Charles hands that were still holding him in place.
His jaw twitched when Charles called him a liability, but he somehow managed not to flinch too badly. The man might not know him, but apparently he was clever enough to put two and two together.
“I want to go home,” he said softly. “I want to go back to my old life and forget about all this, but I know I can’t. I wouldn’t be safe.” There was a slightly defensive gleam in his eyes then.
“I’m not telling you anything about my movie. I want to go back to the ship now.”
#astamabfatum#v: who the hell are you guys?#nope he won't talk about his movie#that's his baby! and Charles is freaking him out!
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How about a Phil only membership card? :D
Will this do?
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Thank you, LoT, for giving me Phil back! :D
#out of squirrels#I'm happeh happeh happeh XD#because this makes just about as much sense as the finale ;)
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He did. He deserved to be seen as a person and not just a way to finally get to the spear. He didn’t deserve the torture he was put through and he didn’t deserve to die alone and scared. Phil Gamser had a LIFE and he was a PERSON and he didn’t deserve what the show did to him.
Friendly reminder that Phil Gasmer deserved better
#moodboard#I love this. SO MUCH#Phil Gasmer deserved SO MUCH BETTER#he's such a good guy and SUCH an interesting person#I love him more than I love Rip#also this moodboard is just SOOOOO pretty <3
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riphunterrp:
Rip smiled; the squirrel was even cuter up close. “Oh, you want this one, do you?” Rip asked, offering the acorn first.
“Do you ever get tired of being out here, sometimes wet, sometimes cold? Always having to perform for someone?” It sounded a bit stressful to Rip, honestly. What if the crowds got tired of the adorable squirrel? What would happen to him then?
“Would you like a new home, where you’ll always be dry and comfortable?” Rip murmured. He laughed quietly, it was absurd to think the squirrel could understand him.
He readied the peanuts next.
Snatching the acorn from the man’s hand, he immediately started eating it. This person was very nice, he didn’t seem to want him to do any tricks and was giving him free food. He was also talking very softly and not yelling at him in excitement, something the little people always did as soon as they saw him.
Once he had finished the acorn, he hopped closer again, this time studying the man closer instead of the food. He couldn’t remember having seen him before, but that didn’t mean anything since there were usually a lot of people around and, to him, most of them looked the same.
Cocking his head slightly, he listened to whatever he was saying. The man sounded very sincere and a little worried and he couldn’t imagine why. Maybe he was sad about something and he wanted him to cheer him up?
He scratched his head, then sat down right in front of the man’s face and waved at him. People usually liked when he did that and maybe it would make him smile.
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destinyguardians:
Charles felt a wave of relief hit him at Phil’s admittance. Thank god, they were safe. His hand reached up to touch his chest. They were safe still-
A whole new feeling of dread however hit him when Phil mention Rip, making that so sweet and brief relief gone like it was nothing. He took in a shuddering breath and met Phil’s eyes. The only reason Rip wouldn’t be able to guard his piece anymore was because he was dead… or worse. And the only reason anyone one else would know about their charge is because he would tell them, or something else had his memories and mind.
Puzzle pieces were beginning to fall together. Phil’s knowledge, his appearance, his voice, even his smell were all so much like Rip because they were his. This man in front of him had once been Rip, somehow, someway, but was now Phil.
The piece within him warmed ever so slightly, like it was agreeing with him, while also providing him the littlest bit of reassurance in how cold his heart felt. It grounded him, brought him back to reality.
“How did this happen, Phil Gasmer?” Charles asked softly. “How do you know these things? And what do the Legends-” Contempt coated his voice; they were one of the last people he would trust with the spear. “-intend to do?”
There was something in the man’s eyes that had him pause and think about the situation. Charles didn’t look like he was about to attack him - he looked worried and very sad.
Phil took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking for words for something that still seemed like a dream to him even though it had been his life for the past few months.
“I don’t know what happened, I don’t remember what... They say I’m Rip. Or that I used to be Rip - but I’ve forgotten, I don’t know anything about that. They... they tried to make me remember - not them, not the Legends, other people, bad people, but it didn’t work. There is nothing there, in my head, whatever was there... it’s gone. I’m not Rip, my name is Phil and I used to have a life...”
He broke off, that was more than he had wanted to tell him, Charles didn’t need to know about the film school and his script.
“The Legends were looking for Rip and they found me and saved me from the bad people. They - the Legion of Doom - they were after the spear... they still are. We - the team... they are keeping Rip’s part of the spear safe, but I don’t know what they intend to do, they didn’t tell me. They never tell me anything, I’m not... I’m not really a part of them, I’m just along for the ride I guess, because they don’t want the Legion to find me again.”
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destinyguardians:
He was lying.
Charles felt his panic levels rising. What in God’s name was going on? First a man who looks and sounds exactly like Rip Hunter shows up, tells him he’s not Rip, he’s Phil and he has no idea about anything. Then it’s the Legends, here, in this time, and near enough to him for this Phil to see him. Then Sara Lance appears, and she without a doubt has a piece of the Spear of Destiny with her, something that only four people in the entire multiverse had, something that they would guard with their life, something that now the biggest screw ups he’d ever met had and was probably hunting down him and the others-!
The others, Charles realized, horror creeping up on him. Who’s piece had that been? Rip’s, Henry’s, Courtney’s? Who had they taken it from? Who had they fought with? Who had they defeated? Were they with the Legends, somehow, maybe, or were they bleeding out on a street somewhere, or were they already…
No… No please.
“Please,” He mumbled to Phil. “At least tell me who they took it from. A man, a woman, another… another time traveller? Please, I need to know, I need to… I need to know if they’re alright.”
Phil was utterly confused, he just couldn’t make sense of the man in front of him. With the Legion, it had been so much easier, they had wanted to hurt him to get the information from him, but this guy... He seemed worried, as if he actually cared about... well, about Rip at least.
He narrowed his eyes, thinking about what the man was saying. The others - the man and woman, the time traveler... the guardians of the spear. They had been a part of his script, of course, but he had not finished that part of the film. He’d planned for them to be important characters the crew would meet during their efforts of reassembling the spear, but other than a few ideas, he had not yet written much about them. Rip had mentioned them once, so far...
And apparently they were real, just as real as Rip, the Waverider and the Legends were.
“They haven’t met them yet,” he mumbled, meeting the man’s eyes reluctantly. “It’s Rip’s - they didn’t take it from him, they found it. They are guarding it now because he... because he can’t anymore.”
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The squirrel seems to be very busy, he's talking to himself as he rummages around in his box, dragging things from one corner into the next. At one point he disappears for a few minutes, then comes back, holding something behind his back as he tries to sneak in without her seeing him. Eventually there is a sharp sound behind her and when she turns around, there is a huge peanut next to a few small flowers on her bed. The squirrel is nowhere to be seen.
Work had been exhausting, causing Asha to be sluggish and more snappy then usual in the past few days. Slowly she was getting more and more involved with helping out at the mechanic, hoping it would lead to an apprenticeship in order to fully leave the life of crime she currently had.
In her exhausted state she didn’t even register what Fluff was doing, more focused on trying to get dressed then what the squirrel was doing. Soon she’d be able to fall asleep, curled up and dreaming of nuts and bolts. It was the sharp sound that had her spinning around, knife ready in her hand to attack whoever was threatening her and Fluff. Moments passed until she realised what was on her bed, making her drop the knife as she walked over to it.
“Aw Fluff! Thank you. Thank you.” She whispered, carefully moving the flowers and the nut on to her bedside table. “This is perfect!”
#reblogged ask#v: little ball of fur#this is soooo cute#I was grinning while I was writing the ask#Phirrel is so much FUN! <3
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John is sitting in his office, researching a new case, when there is a knock on the window behind him. When he turns around he finds a squirrel sitting there, tiny hands waving at him as the small animal watches him curiously.
John doesn’t expect to see a squirrel waving at him. He’d assumed it was a bird, but no.
A squirrel is waving at him.
He frowns and lifts a hand tentatively to wave back.
He has apparently totally lost the plot. Squirrels do not wave at people. This is possibly the strangest thing that’s happened to him all week, and some very strange things happen in the life of a PI.
#reblogged ask#v: little ball of fur#I just CAN'T get over Phirrel waving XD#I will never get over it!
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Charles looked down at Phil, waiting for a cohesive answer, but all he got was a terrified, tiny shake of the head that he wasn’t sure meant a no to his question or was just a movement made out of panic. He could feel how rigid the man’s body had gone, shaking every so slightly, and the utter fear in his eyes as he looked up at him. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that Charles was sure other people must have also heard it.
Charles felt new guilt wash over him for a second, before the burn in his chest reminded him of his current situation. He could feel upset about scaring Phil later, when he knew the exact situation that he was in.
He waited till Phil has stopped looking like he had any chance of bolting before saying in a calm, softer tone, “Now, I want you to answer me honestly; have you seen anything that might resemble a broken Spear? A piece of wood, burned, at all in the Legend’s possession? You might have felt strange around it, like something was trying to reach out and talk to you, or been drawn to it as if you were promised something.”
Charles made sure that Phil could understand every single word of what he said next. “I’m not going to hurt you for this information, and in any other circumstances I promise, but it is very important that you tell me everything you know. I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, and don’t scream.”
And he slowly took his hand off his mouth.
A part of him wanted to cry. He was so scared he was barely able to listen to the man and even when nothing had happened and he wasn’t hurting him (yet), he couldn’t help but tremble in his grasp. He hated it, being unable to move or get away - it was just like back then.
He kept his wide eyes on the man’s face, fully expecting to feel a blade or something else being pressed into his skin - or maybe that man had powers like Thawne, something that would make him hurt without leaving a mark.
He somehow managed to shake his head when the hand was removed. He wasn’t going to tell him anything. Of course he knew about the Spear, he knew where it was and how it worked and how important it was to keep it away from the bad guys. And this man? He couldn’t be good and even though he could barely drag in enough air to talk and he was feeling like he was about to pass out, he wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to know.
“I - I don’t k-know anything about -- a-about a Spear. I- I can’t tell you - I don’t know.”
He couldn’t tell if the man would be able to tell that he was lying, but he was determined to not say a single word.
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stupidinspadesconstantine:
John was somewhat stunned by that reaction. But then the fainting had been rather strange too. However, he didn’t know any other squirrel shifters so perhaps they were all like this. Highly strung.
“Er, hi, I’m John.”
He offered a hand for the squirrel shifter to shake.
“I’m the fox you saw. Sandy fur, bushy tail, gave you nuts… Do you remember where you left your clothes?”
“.... J- John...” Phil muttered dazedly, blinking once, twice. He eyed the hand John was holding out for him and decided to scoot back, shaking his head.
“I - I.... Fox? What are you talking about - you’re a fox? Nuts?”
The guy wasn’t making any sense and he was only wearing jeans, no socks, no shirt, no shoes --
What had happened here?!
He kept moving backwards, looking around for anything he could use as a weapon to defend himself with in case this John decided to do... something.
“Just - I’ll just--- Leave. I’ll just leave.”
#stupidinspadesconstantine#v: little ball of fur#omg he is SO spooked XD#he's naked and there's another naked guy there#and he has NO memory at all of what happened#this is just SUCH a phil situation!!!
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