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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Alfie Solomons- Partners In Crime Pt1

The Peaky Blinders were well known around England, so was the Jewish gangster of Camden, Alfie Solomons, but just as the two men there was another gangster rising, YN YLN. Already well known to Thomas Shelby, YN and her gang had helped Tommy take down Changretta but now it was Alfie Solomons asking for her help.. well asking Thomas to get him and YN in touch.

"Who are you?" a young lad asks holding open the door to Alfie Solomons' 'bakery'

"Mr Solomons is expecting me"

"But errm what's your name"

"YN YLN" I raise an eyebrow at the young man

"Oh errr I'm not sure Mr Solomons has an appointment for you" I sigh rolling my eyes

"I don't need an appointment" I push past the young man who starts to panic

"Miss please, if your here for Mr Solomons for work then he prefers them later in the...."

"I am not a whore" I turn on my feet to look at the young man who I still don't know the name of, nor care to know the name of "now will you show me to Mr Solomons"

"Errm ok. This way" he takes the lead to an office. Before he can knock I walk through

"Ollie I told you to knock. Out!" I hear the rough voice of the man sat at a desk while doing paper work. I look at the man I know known as Ollie

"Erm you see Mr Solomons...."

"Out!"

"You heard the man. Out" I smile at Ollie then turn back to look at Mr Solomons

"Ahh Miss YLN" he stands up holding his arms out wide "well don't just stand there Ollie. Offer the lady a drink. Miss YLN take a seat" I sit down where Alfie is pointing, a chair in front of his desk. Ollie walks out of the room to get me a glass

"Thomas told me you needed my help" I say taking my coat off and placing it on the chair next to me with my bag also

"You helped Thomas kill Changretta right now I need your help"

"How do I know I won't get double crossed ay. You worked with Sabini also while working with Tom" Ollie knocks the door and walks in with a glass and some alcohol. He places the glass in front of me with a shaking hand and pours my drink. I take a sip and instantly taste rum

"Opinions?" Alfie asks me

"I'm more of a gin girl myself. Or whisky, Irish"

"Just like Tommy. The problem, right, between rum and gin, is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy. Whereas rum incites violence, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt"

"I have no self doubt Mr Solomons. Now you didn't answer my question"

"Look right it's Tommy Shelby innit. He'd do the same if it suits him"

"I heard you crossed the line with Tom. So how can I trust you?"

"What fucking line am I supposed to have crossed?!" I raise an eyebrow at Alfie's comment who looks angry

"That's between you at Tom"

"Tom? you mates or his..."

"Whore? no. Mr Solomons I'd like to know why I'm here, before I walk out in 5 minutes"

"I'm having death threats right. I don't know who from and Tommy said your the best at tracking people down innit and killing them without a trace. Better that those Peakys"

"That's very true Mr Solomons..."

"Alfie. Call me Alfie" he smirks at me

"Well Alfie, if I do this job, what's in it for me?"

"Whatever you want love" love? his he trying to flirt?

"I'll be in touch Alfie. I'll have one of my men send you a telegraph" I gather my things and stand up

"Won't you finish your drink Miss YLN?" and with that I down the rest of the rum "I'll see myself out"

Over the next few weeks my men and I work tirelessly trying to find out who has been sending death threats. Turns out it was just a gang leader wannabe. I open the doors to Alfie's distillery, walking past his men and over to his office where Ollie just walks out

"Oh Miss YLN we didn't know you were coming over. Just to warn you Mr Solomon's is in a bad mood"

"Well I'm sure the information I give him today will lighten up his mood" I open the door to Alfie's office and place the papers in front of him. He looks up at me

"What's this"

"Your death threat gangster wannabe. He's name is Nathan Holmes. 26 years old, jealous man who wants money" I sit down opposite Alfie as he takes the papers and starts looking at Nathan "now, my men have him in our warehouse, would you like us to kill and dispose or would you like to have some fun"

"Can't let you have all the fun now can I love?" Alfie smirks making me smile

"Well if you'd like to follow me to my car I'll take you to him" I get up and walk out of Alfie's office with Alfie right behind me.

While in the car on the way to my warehouse Alfie turns to me

"Tommy has a ball coming up. Are you going?"

"Are you asking me to go with you Alfie?"

"What if I am. Right think about it. Tommy Shelby, YN YLN and me Alfie Solomons show a united front. We will all be untouchable"

"We all rest are Alfie, but sure. I'll go with you"

#alfie solomons #alfie solomon’s imagine #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders

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donald-and-douglas-social-space · 8 months

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Douglas here, im just gonna say it rn...

I WANT TO DESCRIBE MY ROOMATES SO BAD

Duck

I think we can all agree that hes the parent. He gives us free therapy, he took me to the doctors when i was on edge on death and lastly he pay the bills so credits to him 👏. The only thing i can rant about him is that HE.WONT.SHUT.UP about great western like srs we all know how good great western is so STFU-

Donnie

Ah yes my twin! Hes a fiesty one ngl, hes a dramatic boy, kinda stupid (mostly) and he got the most FLUFFY hair i have ever touch like HE GOT A FUCKING BIRD NEST THERE. He also is usually the one out of the apartment since hes bassicly an actor yet at this point he never got a following. But i love my brother very much <3

MYSELF

Idk how.....artys?...chill?....yeah idk

Oliver

One thing about me and ollie is that were bussnise partners!! He writes books and such and i get to do all the illustration sooo thats nice! As for him i would say okay, he makes logical sense, hes a roaster for sure and i see him like a bird :]

Toad

ISTG IF OLIVER DIDNT ALREADY ADOPTED TOAD I WOULD ADOPT HIM CAUSE HES JUST SO PURE BE MY SON (actually perhaps there is a way...) Anyways hes a pure little guy and if you hurt him i will kill you >:(

Dryslywn

Gordon wannabe, ye. Hes possibly the 2nd most mature one XD. Tho he spends too much time on that James and Gordon guy like cmon bro give us some time for once- but dryslywn is A FUCKING BRO if he got the time he would be the best bro to hangout (tho that dosent happen often-)

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #ttte douglas #douglas speaking #editors note #im bored okay? I just want to make douglas roast his pals k?#plus this blog is beyond dead #I NEED TO UPDATE THIS BLOG-

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boyswillbebugs · 6 months

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Get to know me✨

Basics 🌱

Name: Oliver

Nicknames: Ollie

Age: 21 (I didn't sign up for this)

Gender: transboy

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: arospec (greyromantic), asexual spectrum, polysexual (basically into everyone except cis men), non-monogamous/polyamorous (lol poly²)

Mental health (bad lol): depresso since 10y, borderline personality, autistic, ADHD, undiagnosed tics

(Let me know if I say anything wrong/hurtful! We all make mistakes, let's help each other learn from them xx)

Interests 🌈

Special interests: fantasy (I like to say I'm a fairy/elf/goblin), psychology, plushies, fashion, Harry Potter: Marauders Era (marauders fandom blog: @jaylienpotter)

Hobbies: digital drawing, writing/reading fanfiction, have done horseriding, did theatre for 6 years

Passion: writing original stories, creating characters, world-building (author wannabe)

Favourite animal: pandas (the chaos)

Favourite artist: Erin Hanson (picture of her work below)

Favourite book: I'll Give You The Sun, by Jandy Nelson

Favourite movies: Inception (2010); Memento (2000); Alice in Wonderland (1951); Finding Nemo (2003)

Favourite shows: Dark (German); Game of Thrones (not the last seasons)

Favourite musicians: Melanie Martinez; Billie Eilish

Top 3 Spotify Wrapped 2023: I am, Emhahee; Guilded Lily, Cults; ceilings, Lizzy McAlpine

DMs & ask box open 💌

#get to know me #get to know the blogger #about myself #intro post #introduction #blog intro #introductory post

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dingdinghq · 2 years

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ollie, talking to leon and freddy: you have 13 seconds before this island explodes, you hot topic wannabe and blue gumball son of a bitch. you have done nothing but destroy my life i hope you both die

#source: sonic fandub #dislyte #dislyte incorrect quotes #dislyte ollie #ollie osiris #dislyte leon #leon vali #dislyte freddy #freddy fenrir #incorrect quotes

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mwolf0epsilon · 1 year

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Of Hazardous Materials and the Irrelevance of Luck

Summary: Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it. Olly has walked on that thin wire many times in the past, but somehow his good luck seems more of a curse than a blessing in disguise.

[Olly's medical trauma is always "fun" to explore, especially if it has to do with what Sulu Ra did to him. This idea stemmed from a conversation between a few people in regards to headcanon clone heights, the fact the gene therapy Olly was subjected to altered his body substantially, and what would happen if he underwent further tampering with.]

Rhythm and Red Alert are @lost-on-kamino 's clone ocs. Nocte is @purgetrooperfox 's clone oc.

THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3

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The annoying part about all of this, is that the cot Olly is laying on creaks loudly beneath him anytime he moves. And not in that subtle whispering manner that most medical cots will do after losing their newness to a handful of patients. Rather, it practically groans in a fashion similar to that of the dying squeals of a battered and frightened hog. Desperate and begging for both relief and to be spared.

A great majority of the Coruscant Guard's medbay gear is rather old and worn out (from cots and heavy machinery, to cabinets barely clinging to the walls they were affixed to).

The equipment they "own" is older than them by two decades. Salvaged from medical facilities that had undergone extensive refurbishing in the last couple of years, during expensive and flashy electoral campaigns that promised to bring change to the underbelly of Coruscant. The kind of gum flapping that evaded memory after the elections were done and dealt with.

Its scuffed and scratched, chipping and creaky, held together by duct tape and whatever materials they can cook up into makeshift caulk in the supply closet. The same one that holds the Guard's distillery where they make their own home-brewed rotgut.

The Coruscant Guard works with what it has at hand.

Be it the many derelict and long-abandoned buildings that had been repurposed into the various barracks dotted across the many layered levels of the city planet; the recovery of junked crockery with which they could create culinary concoctions they had taught themselves to make, whenever rations were cut to lesser portions and the acquisition of ingredients presented itself as opportune; or even the various means by which many of the Guardsmen had turned to to make a quick credit, for the purpose of buying medication to supply their medbay with.

They are in a sense, self sufficient. Vode in a fixer-upper stationing. The lowest of the low in the eyes of others. Survivors without praise.

Olly grunts as he tries to get comfortable on the too stiff medical cot. The sounds it makes when he so much as shifts his weight onto his side, makes him think it might finally give up the ghost and just crumple into a heap. It doesn't, of course, but the creaking is a loud and irritating backdrop to his current predicament.

A couple of days ago a squad of riot troopers that he had been leading, had ended up caught in a warehouse collapse during what should have been a routine mission. The warehouse in question had been used as a base of operations for some wannabe homegrown bio-terrorist, and the number of unknown chemicals and agents that had been spilled and disturbed during the collapse was certainly worrying. Especially when the boys in haz-suits came out to dig him and his troopers out of the debris.

The most spectacular part was that, for once, there were no casualties to report.

The entire squad had lived through the collapse, which was an unprecedentedly lucky occurrence that somehow hadn't sat well with Olly in the slightest.

He should be glad that none of the young turtles he'd been helping coordinate had gotten seriously hurt or killed. But something deep down in his very core just told him to be wary. Even if he didn't quite understand why.

Well, it had turned out that he was right to be suspicious of the bout of good fortune...

The Guard medics had their hands full with whatever this turned out to be. This unknown ailment without a rhyme or reason to it.

Olly wasn't super close to any of them (he was still learning the names of most of them anyway). And, even if Rhythm had managed to get him to go to the medbay for his PT sessions with Remedy, he wasn't entirely familiar with the medical personnel and their usual demeanor.

Even so, he could tell his fellow vode in red weren't taking this too well. And not without good reason.

Some rather strange symptoms had cropped up a couple of days after the warehouse collapse the turtle squad had been caught in. Symptoms that Olly had initially ignored because they weren't too dissimilar from his usual aches and pains he already endured on a regular basis.

A rather persistent throbbing feeling in the legs (more specifically on the front of the thighs, the calves and behind the knees). Abdominal pain that surged like a stomach ache or heartburn. Headaches and migraines that made resting an agony. Toothaches that made eating difficult. And sometimes inner-ear pain that affected his balance to the point he couldn't really get up without the threat of falling over.

None of that compared to the back pain, but it compounded the effects it had on his mood. How disagreeable he could get if he wasn't entirely 100%. Olly was often lucky that these aches and pains often struck him in the late afternoon or early evening, and that they subsequently disappeared by morning. But sometimes there were bad days where it just wouldn't go away...

So imagine his surprise (and horror) when his squad began to complain of similar instances of his condition. Something had most definitely gone wrong.

Of course, as procedure mandated, Olly and the others had been thoroughly scrubbed and hosed down after rescue, and then quarantined for a period of 48 hours while under observation. Just in case the chemicals they'd been exposed to, turned out to be more than just base components for whatever the nutjob they'd sent to prison had been cooking up in there.

As a general rule of thumb, you didn't take chances with bio-terrorism and bio-hazardous materials. Good troopers either followed the correct protocol, or they suffered the consequences of their bullheadedness accordingly.

In this case however, they had indeed followed the protocol to a T and somehow they still ended up in a bad way. Nothing major had cropped up in the first, second and third day, so they had just assumed everyone was in good health. No one had considered the possibility of it being a sickness of a latent nature...

Remedy and Nocte were trying everything in their power to figure out just what exactly was causing their bizarre symptoms. Trying to single out what sort of strange strain of bacteria, virus, compound or whatever, might be behind the alterations in their bodies, in the hopes that maybe it could be stopped and reversed.

They were a two man team, but also the only medics that could honestly be spared right now. The other medics would have to focus on the influx of troopers that always ended up in their care during the dreaded Coruscanti flu season.

Thus far the only promising results came from the blood tests that had been run on every single trooper showing visible symptoms of the mystery ailment. It didn't look good. Or at least not for the rest of Olly's squad...

"I'm not exactly sure how, but whatever it is that you all were exposed to back in the warehouse, is reacting differently inside of you..." Nocte confessed as he showed Olly the datapad he'd been carrying with him. "The others show the same abnormal levels of HGH. That's to say, all of your pituitary glands are being forced to produce growth hormones at an elevated rate, which is causing unusual growth in the others... But not in your case."

Olly swallowed thickly around the lump forming in his throat as he processed this information. The terms were ones he was intimately familiar with from his time sequestered in Sulu Ra's private laboratory. The most layman way to say it being that he was under-growing another bout of growth spurts. Almost in the same manner as when he'd been put through the gene therapy that had ended up causing him so much hassle on a daily basis.

Only this time he wasn't strapped to some medical table and being injected with liquid fire, while the mad cloner of Kamino watched on in fascination. And this time he wasn't the only one. He was just the guy that had already experienced something similar (and as such had a better chance to survive it that everyone else).

"The others?" He opted to ask, finding to his dissatisfaction that he sounded weak and scared. He was usually good at hiding what he was feeling, but right now he couldn't really bring himself to be anything but pathetically afraid.

Nocte's frown said it all before he even responded.

"Remedy and I are... Trying to keep them comfortable..." The sadness in the medic's eyes bothered Olly enough that he couldn't help look away. "Your body is reacting almost positively to the hormonal imbalance. You're aching all over, have an appetite on you, and have been a little less amicable than usual... Which is honestly what one would expect of someone going through a second puberty of sorts..."

Nocte paused to massage the back of his own neck and to shift his weight from one leg to the other. He seemed to be trying his best to keep things relatively under control, but he seemed to be struggling with finding words that didn't feel overly clinical and impersonal.

The medics could often distance themselves from the patients when they were working. But this was one of those cases where the impartial act really didn't cut it. Vode were dying, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

"The others are... It's not an even growth for them. It's reacting more like... Like a very aggressive cancer..." He didn't seem happy to use that word, but it was the closest he could probably find to match what he and Remedy had seen in the others. "Their entire bodies are getting covered in tumorous growths. Inside and out... And it's... It's painful for them, and they're not very likely to survive."

His squad wasn't going to make it. They just didn't have the equipment or resources necessary to save them.

Olly closed his eyes and tried to keep his breathing under control.

"I'm really sorry Olly... I really wish I had a better answer to give you." Nocte sighed sadly, sounding just as defeated as the large riot trooper himself felt. "Remedy isn't too happy about just letting them go either. But at this point trying to reduce their pain is the best we can do..."

So long as the boys weren't in pain... That was all he could really ask from the medics.

"And we'll also be keeping you under observation for a little while longer." Nocte added. "Even if you're not mutating out of control like they are, you could still deteriorate if we're not careful..."

The cot creaked loudly as he turned so that his back would face the medic. The sound didn't bother him as much as the awful truth he'd just heard. It was still very annoying however, but it hopefully got the message across.

He wanted to be left alone. Just for a little while.

"You should get fitted for Phase II armour." Rhythm suggested as he stood on a chair, measuring tape in hand while he balanced himself on his very tippy toes.

It had been a week since he'd been confined to the medbay, and a day since he'd finally been allowed to return to the barracks.

It was a hollow feeling, as he noted the empty space his squad used to occupy. They had all passed away peacefully in their sleep thanks to the combined efforts of the medics. But the reason behind their passing still left him feeling angry and disgusted.

He'd been lucky. He hated being lucky.

He also hated having to be measured to have his gear readjusted to properly fit his frame. A frame that was no longer within average human parameters.

"8'3"... Damn..." Red Alert whistled as he stared at the tape in astonishment. He had the decency to look apologetic when he got a glare for his troubles.

"We're going to need to get you a bigger mattress..." Rhythm scratched his chin as he looked around the barracks for where they could even put a new mattress to begin with. Was probably already considering all the scavenge spots from where they usually got their "furniture" from.

"We're gonna need to get him a bigger everything." Red Alert shook his head. "Armour, baton, shield..."

Olly moved away from the two of them without so much as a word. He didn't want to be a part of this conversation. Not right now. He was too tired to get angry with his two oblivious friends.

All of this was just... It was too much.

Sitting on his old bunk (having to hunch down noticeably so that his head and shoulders weren't pressed against the bottom of the top bunk ), Olly buried his face in his hands and groaned.

He hated all of this so very much.

"Olly...?" Rhythm had, predictably, followed him.

He closed his eyes tightly and groaned into his hands again, this time gritting his teeth as he did so. He didn't want to talk.

"Is it ok if I touch your arm?"

He shook his head 'no'. He did NOT want to be touched right now.

"Do you need space?"

He shook his head 'yes'.

"Do you... Want us to leave?"

There was a minute pause as he considered this. Finally, Olly shook his head 'no' once more. He didn't want to be touched, and he wanted a little space. But he didn't want to be alone. Not really.

He was scared.

"Ok... We'll just sit here with you for a while ok?" Rhythm asked softly, in that way he always did whenever he was trying to reassure someone. "And then, when you feel a little better, we can go back to sorting out your gear, alright?"

He nodded in agreement. That sounded fine by him.

"Looking good Olly! Phase II is very becoming of you." Rhythm grinned at the sight of the new armour Olly was currently trying out. He ignored his Guard vod's antics, noting how some of the pieces still needed to be fitted to his specific body type.

"The Phase I armour was perfectly fine..." He grumbled as he jotted down a few notes to send to the armoury crew. He also requested some paint while he was at it.

"It's outdated." Rhythm pointed out. "Your old one had charm and reliability yeah, but I'm sure this new one's going to serve you just as well."

"Hm..." The new shield would do that, no doubt. He quite liked the heftiness of it, but would miss the history he'd had with the old one. Each deep scratch had told its own story. Stories which he could use to teach the newbies how things worked around Coruscant.

But Fox hadn't been content with just refitting his old gear to accommodate his growth. And the riot trooper suspected Rhythm, Remedy and Nocte had had a hand in requesting him an upgrade. They worried too much.

"You should try being a little bolder with the painjob this time." Rhythm offered. "Not that writing your name on it wasn't bold..."

"I really shouldn't be taking painting advice from a vod who put volume sliders on his own armour, only to then nearly deafen himself by playing loud music all day..." Olly pointed out. "Remedy is still mad about that, last I heard."

"Nah..." Rhythm grins. "Water under the bridge! And hey my paint is very stylish, I'll have you know! Some would say my volume sliders are very fashionable and fun, even!"

"The DJ community is not known for having sensible taste in fashion..."

"You wound me..."

Olly rolled his eyes and continued to inspect himself in the much too short mirror. He might be able to make this work, despite the slight inconvenience his new height offered him.

Whatever the case, he'd be more wary in the future. There were only so many times he could be "lucky" until his "good luck" finally ran out.

Hopefully the next time wouldn't be so tragic.

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #clone ocs #riot trooper olly olly oxenfree #riot trooper red alert #communications corrie rhythm #clone medic nocte #remedy gets mentioned a bunch but he doesn't actually show up #also yes olly is now canonically 8'3" and he hates it

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wannaberp · 11 months

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— WHO IS KWON OLIVER?

he’s a TWENTY year old wannabe, born AUGUST 28, 2002. he’s currently eyeing STUDIO DELTA and lives by the words “if you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. your own path you make with every step you take.” maybe you should learn more or ask him a question.

▶ PLAY THE CLIP [ harsh_critique.mp4 ]

Ollie has heard it a million times over, or some variation of it: speak up! What was that? Project! Or worse of all, the statement of someone who has simply given up trying to listen to him, trying to hear him.

He understands, really, but it frustrates him.

Somewhere in him is this desire to shout it out, to share himself with the world, loud and bold, and that desire very often bubbles up in his head, but it’s always lost before it can reach his mouth. He wasn’t always so small, he thinks, but as he grew older he shrunk further into himself, and found his tongue tied whenever he tried to wag it.

It’s sort of ironic then, that he loves music the way he does, that he’s spent so much of his life singing; the shower, his darkened room at night, the corridors of his family home when his parents were out. But there’s a desire to do more, to write, and to one day stand on the stage. But they’re right. He’s too quiet, too timid. His hands tremble when too many eyes are on him. He’s just not sure how to combat that, how to steady himself into stone. He can’t let himself simply disappear anymore, melt into the background behind louder voices the way he’s so accustomed to doing.

The only problem is that he’s starting from zero, or so he feels.

How can you grow an outward presence like that without a sprout to nurture?

#BE:ACCEPTED #jake sim #enhypen

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xaeyrnofnbe · 11 months

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here’s the general plot i have in mind for my ZTHAB (Zeros To Heroes And Beyond) au. (so far. think of this as a first draft)

because i’ve been meaning to get around to it. i’m organizing it by arcs bc that’s the best word i can think of off the top of my head for this. you could also think of them as chapters. or episodes. yeah 👍. also i do not intend to write this as an actual fanfic because every time i try to do something like that i lose so much steam and excitement for my idea.

characters will be prefixed with mana! or prime! at the beginning of a paragraph, so assume i am talking about that version until i explicitly mention the alternate version of them.

oh and important detail: albatrio are basically platonic soulmates. so keep that in mind.

this au is based on a single just roll what-if. i have had too much fun with this. well, me and @theblacktiecacti who has suggested SO many good ideas that i have since incorporated.

(also, even though this is an alternate universe where things play out wildly different, there are still a LOT of spoilers for the riptide campaign, so i wouldn’t recommend getting into this idea if you aren’t caught up. not really any spoilers for prime defenders though.)

anyway

ARC ONE

mana!gillion, after attacking mr. ferin, is hauled off by guards. but instead of being banished from the undersea no forced to swim to the surface, (like in canon riptide,) he is brought to a room with a portal, which activates, and he is pulled through. he then falls from the sky in the world of prime.

previously on the prime side of things, prime!chip and prime!jay meet for the first time. this happens in a police station in a very tall building. flying cars are present. chip has been arrested, jay works at the station but isn’t officially an officer yet. she just kinda gets to hang around and do the jobs bc of who her dad is. she questions chip, who is having none of it and highly suspects her of having powers, much like himself. she denies this. but when he teleports out of the building while she isn’t looking, to sit on a narrow ledge, jay impulsively flies out the window to go grab him, blah blah, “so you DO have powers,” he invites her to join his new team of superheroes. she accepts begrudgingly. it’s basically like their first meeting oneshot, just in a different context.

back on mana again, mana!chip and mana!jay are blowing up the navy tower on zero, but things don’t go exactly to plan. they barely make it to the big chipper before they’re captured by marshal john, and taken to a holding cell until jay’s dad arrives, and takes her away. this solidifies in her mind that her undercover pirate thing never would have worked out anyway. she decides her best option is to climb navy ranks until she can find and kill her sister’s murderer herself. and chip? he’s left for days, stewing in irritation and building up a heavy grudge in response to jay’s betrayal, and he escapes before he can be taken anywhere worse, and sets off on a stolen ship looking for some real pirates.

ARC TWO

mana!gillion wakes up on a kitchen counter in prime!chip’s little apartment. prime!jay is also there. gillion, at first, is disoriented and lashes out, but he’s quickly calmed down by his new companions, who are incredibly curious about whatever the hell this fish guy’s got going on. the two wannabe heroes catch their new friend up on where he is and what’s happening, (at least, as far as what they’re aware of; they won’t find out about his banishment for a long time.) at some point, it turns out chip’s been training some kid who also has powers, (ollie,) and thus, the oneshot what-if this is based off of, occurs. nothing comes of that, they still aren’t prime defenders.

mana!jay is, indeed, rising in the ranks. she’s becoming a formidable soldier. and mana!chip finds mana!lizzie, and joins her crew, the grandberry pirates, with the end goal of getting back at the navy and by extension, jay.

ARC THREE

in both dimensions, something isn’t right.

mana!gillion finds himself at home and at peace with his hero friends, but something isn’t quiet right. he’s like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly, and yet is from the wrong set entirely. additionally, there’s an individual, labeled a supervillain by the news, that’s been stirring up trouble in the very city the three friends live in, and gillion can’t help but find the mechsuit of this villain incredibly familiar. gill also gets some new clothes, and some more futuristic armor. pretzel keeps her hero mask.

mana!chip is falling into old patterns from his time with reuben price, and is becoming nearly as ruthless as his captain.

mana!jay talks to her friend, kira, who voices some concerns. jay brushes these off and continues training and barking orders at the people around her. but when she is faced with a portrait of her sister, she starts to wonder if this is worth it. she spends a lot of her time alone crying.

ARC FOUR

mana!chip and mana!jay meet for the first time since zero in a tavern on neutral soil. jay doesn’t think of her leaving chip as a betrayal, but he does. she talks to him like an old friend, even tries to invite him to join her in her cause. but chip is angry. his hurt bubbles and boils under his skin, manifesting in an off putting display of lava cracking between his skin around the edges of his face, and he attacks her. the two fight, and when jay inevitably beats chip, she spares him, but leaves knowing exactly what they have become*, and exactly what she needs to do about it**. (*arch enemies) (**kill or throw every single pirate in the deepest darkest prisons, including chip.)

mana!gillion and prime!chip and prime!jay attempt to stop the new villain that has finally become enough of a threat for heroes to be an adequate force of retaliation. the robotic figure is about fifteen feet tall, and greatly resembles gillion, with black, turquoise, and pink plates and pieces, like a full suit of armor. it is called The T1d3str1d3r, or The Tidstrider, or just The Strider. the names it is given are varied. it also has a pink, octopus-like robot that breaks free of it’s surface in order to join in on the fight.

at a certain point during the fight, the heroes are split up, and mana!gillion goes searching for his enemy in an alley, only to be met with a single glowing blue eye in the darkness, and a voice not unlike his own. this is where he properly meets the prime version of himself. when his foe steps out of the shadows, prime!gillian introduces himself. he’s working with a group of vigilantes, with the goal of doing good for the city, even if they have to do bad things to get there. but that’s not the whole of it, as prime!gillian is onto him. he knows that mana!gill isn’t meant to be on prime, he knows he’s from another world. and he’s barely able to finish his monologue before mana!gillion slams into him and they fight, now with prime!gill at much more of a disadvantage, having sent his mech off to fight prime!chip and jay.

ARC FIVE

after a few more, uh, incidents, the two gills come to a truce of sorts. they’re both the same person, kind of, so they’re kind of the only ones who Get It. and eventually, mana!gill takes prime!gill to meet with his friends properly, who much to his surprise, (and kind of disappointingly,) they really hit it off. mana!gillion isn’t sure why exactly he’s upset at this, but he suddenly feels like a fourth wheel to a friendship he had helped happen. and it doesn’t feel good.

eventually, though, prime!gillian takes his new allies to his secret base. (i have not decided what the secret base is yet.) they meet the prime versions of lizzie, (who keeps everyone on task,) caspian, (lizzie’s #1 supporter and enabler,) marshal john, (the muscle,) edyn, (here called eden, she’s an inventor and mechanic,) and finn, (resident weird old guy who’s really into biology, zoology, writing romance novels, helping his granddaughter with her tech, and, finally, the multiverse.) chip is incredibly excited to see lizzie, since they were really good childhood friends, and he hadn’t seen her since the black rose heroes all split up and retired. mana!gillion talks to prime!gillian and finn, and learns about what they’ve been doing (studying the multiverse and trying to steal the tech they need to travel between dimensions, without success,) why he shouldn’t be here, and why his home dimension needs him.

over on mana, mana!chip and mana!jay have gotten to the point where they command great numbers of their respective people, and have been sending letters back and forth in an attempt to negotiate territory and resources, to no avail. they’ve also both had some pretty wild makeovers.

ARC SIX

tensions are rising.

mana!gillion is feeling more and more distanced from his prime friends. he realizes just how alone he truly is. at the same time, prime!chip and prime!gillian are having a fight on a high rooftop, (mirroring riptide episode #15 but with a more angry-looking gill,) but they do work things out eventually, and the two have a tender moment looking out over the city lights. mana!gillion starts helping prime!finn seek out facilities to rob that might have the stuff they need to send gillion home. gillion doesn’t know where his morals and beliefs lie in a world so alien to him.

mana!chip and mana!jay are at war. at this point, they’ve had some sailing scuffles. but now they’re planning the big thing, a huge battle. jay is an admiral of the navy, and chip has command over all the pirates lizzie, his captain, has recruited to their cause. both have had family and friends feeding into their drives of vengeance, both, at this point, want the other dead. the location for the final battle between pirates and navy is set: a large island that used to be home to a bustling civilization, now mostly abandoned and overgrown. all that’s to be done now is to prepare the armies for the fight.

ARC SEVEN

prime!finn has warned mana!gillion of how dangerous it is to be away from who should have been his friends. neither have any idea of what’s actually happening on mana, but they have clues that it can’t be good. all gillion knows is that the people he’s SUPPOSED to be with, are in grave danger. and his friends on prime? they have their own gillian. they don’t need him. he feels unwanted. so he, accompanied by the grandberries as well as prime!chip and prime!jay, break into the place with the parts, beat up some guards or something, steal the things, and return to base so eden and finn can begin building the portal to mana.

unfortunately, the battle is beginning. pirate and navy ships gather on opposite sides of the island, countless people waiting for their leaders to send them out onto the soon-to-be battlefield.

ARC EIGHT

with the portal built and tested, (tested at least according to finn, when a lot of water came out,) mana!gillion steps through, and falls from the sky once more, this time into his homeworld.

it takes him a great deal of time, but eventually he finds out what’s happening, and realizes he has to move quick, or else he’d lose the two people he’s never met, and yet matter more to him than either of his whole worlds.

don’t ask how he gets there, idk, but when he arrives to the battlefield, the fight has gone on all day. the sun is setting, blood is seeping through the grass and dirt, and he lunges forth into the fray, parrying some blows and dodging others, in search of HIS chip and jay.

he finds them and uhhhh. stops them from killing eachother? yeah the ending is something i’m still very much unsure about. group healing arc is required though. yeah

again, this is a very rough first draft. in a more realized version of the story, there would be a villain, some actual subplots, a big conflict that is actually properly resolved on prime, and more stuff going on on mana. yeah 👍

#zeros to heroes and beyond #ZTHAB au #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #things i said

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undead-bones · 1 year

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Some exemples to my other posts's ideas

Inaction/Neutrality. (Cowardice? Refusal to Save? To Rebel? To Protect? To Punish? To get Revenge? To Fight Back? To Stop? Or denied you the right to take said action?)

Abuse? Refugees? Punishment? Insult? Revenge? Injustice? Didn't save you/take you from the bad situation you're in? Let the person hurt you? Expect to accept the bullshit?

Doran Martell, Hinata (for Neji), Thranduil, Jaime Lannister (for Rhaella), the Valar.

Ungratefulness (Betray after they Help/Save you? Refuse to aid after everything you did and sacrifice for them? Don't valorize you enough?).

Defended when they lied. Killed because they helped you. Demand help/forgiveness after what they did to you. Got in trouble for helping them and was abandoned.

Walder Frey, Ariadne, Cersei (with Ned), Daenerys (with the Starks).

Not taking your side in the conflict. They forgive and stay with the person who wronged you (both of you?) or take their side, befriend or ally with said person, even help in hurting you or save them. Assist in the cover up. Or even giving a false testimony.

Finrod, Celebrimbor, King Viserys, Ned, Ollie, Sawada Nana, Wei Wuxian.

A character does shit and runs away, leaving their friends/family behind to suffer the consequences (or stigma) of being associated with them.

Defector, Run Away Bride, Evil Lineage, Kidnapped by Enemies

Rhaegar, Paris, Orochimaru (with Anko), Iemitsu.

Traitor of the Folk or Race/Category Traitor, maybe can be related to the '•' above or a Hunter of His Own Kind. (Inner-Prejudice maybe? Denial of Origin? Mixed Heritage? Or marrying someone of a 'lesser' kin can be considered 'treason'. Depends which the Folk in question is the considered superior/inferior, or can be a more Grey area too)

Raised by Rival/Adopted, Pretend to be Evil, Survival, Exception

Honerva (Haggar), Mance Rayder (kinda?), Norlin 'Silver Zoro', Uchiha Itachi, Conner (the Android), Raine Whispers.

Blitz and Fizzarolli from HB are considered that by Striker

Turns Against (their Faction? Their Family? their Leader? A member? Encouraged by a specific person?)

Nargothrond, Argella Durrandon, Havria.

Amnesic Crimes (maybe being unaware or mind controled?)

Bucky, Roy Clone, Clone Trooper Fox, Amnesic Villain, Hercules, Light Yagami

Pre Redemption Crimes

Ignus, Maleficent, Jaime Lannister, Ollie

Seduce an Character (like a Lady Mcbeth/Evil Advisor, Evil Stepmother, Black Widow or an Gold Digger). A powerful person? political power? magical? Its an non-human supernatural being? Your Archnemesis? A Love Matyr? Manipulation? For their assistance/help? Face-Heel Turn? Using a person's feelings for your own benefit? Revenge? (on your other love? On the subject in question or someone related to them?)

Human Weapon

Mal (Descendants), Alyss Baskerville, Lysa Arryn, Ilosovic Stayne, Cora from Ouat, Queen Ariana (Barbie), Stephan (Maleficent), Annatar (Silm), Prince Hans

Secret Child

Of a posmortum character, missing, trump card, revenge, throne rival.

Oak Greenbriar, Jon Snow, Setsuna and Towa, Jinmi, Luke and Leia, Lyra Belaqua, Kubo, Jenna Greenwood, Jake Brandon, the Sawada Family, Aurora, Killmonger, Ryan Butcher, Melody (Ariel), Historia Reiss, Arthur Curry

Chosen One Wannabe/I Could Have been a Containder

Orochimaru, Princess Rhaenys, Morro, Tai Lung.

There is Another/Hidden Tribe

Planet Pollux, Pandas (Po's Family), Maleficent's people, Quincy, Rio 2. Kara Danvers.

Locked in the Basement

Giles Grimm, Morpheus, Lapis Lazulli, Elk (Centaurworld)

Battle Royality/Infiltration

Joshua (twewy), Player 001 (Squid Game), Logan (Jigsaw)

Loyal Servant

Xiao, Sui-Feng

Villain and Hero (kind off?) have a kid together

BB (Kill Bill), Alice Baskeville (PH), Damian Wayne, Zuko (Cuz of Ursa), Sephiroth, Luke Skywalker, Kubo, Illyasviel Von Einzbern, Lloyd Garmadon

Identity

Yue, Venti, Utawarerumono, Yaotl, Gabriel (SP)

Alayne Stole, Mare Barrow

Vessel/In another Form

Bakura, Kurama, Kur, Blue Beetle, Angra Mainyu, Fnaf's Animatronics

Mogget Abhorsen, Annatar, Neliel Tu Oderschvank, Yaolt, Annatar

Unfriendly Fire

Anna of Arendelle, Rin Nohara, Yanli, Crepus Ragnvindr, Connla

Recruit the Enemy

Celaena (TOG), Levi Arckerman, Mukuro Rokudo, Suicide Squad, Xiao

Exiled

Dionysus, Kaedehara Kazuha, Zuko

#those are just some exemples of characters for my plot lists #dunno why i made this #ignore me #pls #i just wanted to list how can those tropes can go in a history #different paths and all #thelandswemadeofpaper #exemples

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hexi-aoibhinn · 2 years

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An Introduction to Hexi-Eibhin

Greetings y’all

I am l Eibhin-Hexi . I am a being from the depths of the unholy womb of mankind's primal fears, also known as Ireland. I have many interests, including Art, Writing, Sociology, Philosophy, Psychology, Pixel Art and more

A particular interest I have gotten into again is writing, and I am interested in getting in touch with Tumblr's Writing Community. I can't wait to show y'all my work, and to see yours.

My works are primarily in the realm of Fantasy. I enjoy worldbuilding and the interaction between the benign and the mythical. I also try to include Queerness in my story when it feels right.

Byeee

My Projects:

Return To The Mushroom Kingdom (2020 - Present); Mario Metroidvania Fangame project that is sort of dead but is still being worked on pseudo-regularly. Set after Super Mario World, Mario finds himself back in the mushroom Kingdom in the midst of an Invasion by the Koopa Troop.

Current Status; Seeming Haitus, likely abandoned, probably for the best

Fiadh and the Ironcrow (Working Name, August 2021 - Present); Fantasy Story surrounding the Adventures of Fíadh Kelly, a wannabe adventurer inspired by the tales of Slaochraí, bands of warriors who use weapons made of a pseudo-magical metal. However, as she begins to achieve her goals with the help of former Slaocrha Athra Uí Dotyrn , she starts to get a darker look at the career she always dreamed of. Current Status; Portions have written drafts but currently on break, plan to continue with it.

Sea of Clouds (September 2022-Present)

A toxic expanse of clouds covers the remnants of the past world as humanity rebuilds in the Empyrean, fighting to become the next civilization to unite the world under their image. Aspiring Inventor and Adventurer, Fewynd is a young Boarnest Forager who aspires to create a way to explore the world below. When he abruptly ends up with Princess Pendasyl of Yendosa, he and his project becomes a target of his home goverment, the Yazulindon Empire.

Current Status: No written drafts, concept sketches exist though no proper comic panels exist. In development

Mortal Coil (November 2022 - Present) After drowning at sea on a boating trip, one Olly B. Diaz ends up in the Underworld. Looking to return to their life, they sign up to become a Psychopomp. Shenanigans Ensue.

Status: Purely conceptual for now, will be likely kept in the back log for Sea of Cloud's Sake. Jokes at the expense of Heinrich Schliemann are guaranteed tho :)

#Hexavonne #HXVN #writing #writeblr #new blog #blog intro #blog introduction #introducing myself #introductory post #intro post #introduction #introduction post #write #fantasy #writing projects #my wips #wip #new tumblr #new tumblog

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rhia-falla · 1 year

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specific q’s: 6-10

6. What’s their favorite [BLUSH] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

Literally anything cream. It is the key to a dewy, natural look with the lavishness of a fancy makeup product. Rhia is a big fan of blending lipstick as an alternative to blush, though her favorite is by far the Chanel lip and cheek balm.

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

Probably something along the lines of "HEY! TO THE PHOEBE BRIGDGERS WANNABE!!!!" lmao

Ollie and Nate would most definitely know to shout something about smoking a joint. <3 Or they would have the sense to just wait until she finds her way back to them.

8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Saying "I love you" when she doesn't mean it is like second nature for Rhia. She says it to strangers, acquaintances, the closest of her friends, and even people she knows won't return the grace. Rhia is incredibly open with her appreciation for others, and for her love isn't a big, grand declaration but rather a sweet way to express gratitude. She throws the phrase around day in and day out.

The only person she remains on her toes regarding the phrase is Nate, whose initial reaction to the words forever spooked Rhia into being more careful with her use of the phrase around him.

9. Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

Rhiannon almost always communicates in gentle love. She is a pacifist and believes patience, love, and empathy are the foundations for human connection. However, she holds an entirely different expectation for the love she receives. Logically, Rhia would likely argue she prefers gentle love. Yet, she has a tendency to seek out hardened people and accept their abrasiveness as a display of affection. She grew up believing she was only capable of receiving tough love, and thus she often seeks it out in her adulthood.

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Literally, she jumps at the opportunity to introduce herself for the chance to say she was named after her parents’ favorite song. That, and the fact both the Christian prophet Jesus and Kurt Cobain are Pisces, and thus share a sun sign with her.

#answered .#tw drug mention #mentioned:nate #mentioned:ollie

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little-corritrice · 1 month

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James Phelps - Fan Signs

Getting situated in the chair, I was getting ready for another Harry Potter Fan Sign with Oliver and James Phelps, who played the Weasley twins. I smiled at the kind lady who helped me get situated. "Set." The camera guy called, sending us a thumbs up. "Hello everyone. Thank you all for coming, and soon everyone will be able to come up and get pictures with our guests, but first let's start with some questions." The guy scanned the room, then chose someone. "First I just want to say I love you guys. But my question is for y/n." She said, making me smile. "How does it feel to be the girl who gets to be partners in crime with the Phelps twins?" She asked, making me giggle. "Well, it definitely is something. They like to pull a bunch of pranks and whatnot, almost like their characters." I smiled, shooting a playful glare at the boys who just grinned like they're innocent. "But it is such an honor to be able to even be called their friend." I said, smiling at the young girl.

After doing a couple more questions, fans were allowed to come get autographs and pictures. I was in the middle of the boys, Oliver on my right, James on the left. The line would start with Oliver, then go to us. I smiled at all the fans, and gave them autographs and pictures. One girl came up to Oliver, then totally skipped me. I just shrugged at James, seeing his confusion. More and more people got autographs and pictures. One in particular stood out. This girl came over with two books, Oliver signing both. She moved over to me, but didn't say anything. "Hello." I smiled, holding my hand out for a book. She handed me one, but with a disgusted expression. "You don't deserve to be in Harry Potter, nor to be dating James Phelps." She said, snatching the book when I was done, and going to James. I cleared my throat, her words actually hurting me.

It seemed as though James heard her, and called the attendant over. He closed the line, and we finished the five people who were past the line. "We will be right back, folks." He told everyone and I quickly got up. I excused myself from everyone and went to my room. I sat down on the chair, back faced to the door. I shook my head, staring at the engagement ring on my finger. "You know, she doesn't deserve your attention on her words." James said slowly, standing behind me. "It's just everyone says it, and it gets to me." I said, holding his hand that was on my shoulder. James walked in front of me, holding my face. "I will say this everyday if I have to. I choose you and you only. I wouldn't want anyone else to have that ring on their finger." He assured, and I smiled. He pulled me into a passionate kiss, and held me till we parted.

I giggled as we pulled away, resting my head on his shoulder. "I love you, okay? Forget whatever some wannabe girl says. She only is jealous because I love you and only you." He said, and I smiled. "Let's go finish this so we can go home." I said, pecking his lips. "That's a good idea. Because I have some things to teach you." He said, pushing me out of the room. I smirked at him before rolling my eyes. "Don't get any ideas, buster." I said, but he only smirked. "I got a few." He said, but I smacked his chest playfully. We walked back to our table, seeing Oliver talking to the attendant. Oliver smiled at me softly, patting my chair. "So, what were you guys doing?" He smirked, but I smacked his chest. "Ollie!" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. "I'm only joking." He said, almost in a sarcastic tone.

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