My pieces for episode 9 of Realm Jumper!

I really love all the work that I do for this show and I am so glad to finally be back from hiatus!

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one of the most uniquely niche hyperfixation agonies is being obsessed with you or your friends’ oc who happens to have the same name or something else immediately identifiable and incredibly similar yet coincidental to some other character from a big mainstream media and just having to sit in silence and suffer because the masses will never understand how Incapable Of Being Normal you are in associating the hyperfixation to Everything.

A Clandestine Christmas: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection Part of the Winter Warmers Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Off the back of a stunning festive revelation, Loki shows you a hidden room in Stark Tower. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Patchy historical references. Humour. (w/c 2.9k)

It was mid-December. The communal quarters of Stark Tower were being adorned furiously in winding wreaths of pine, gold ornaments flashing in the afternoon sun through the panoramic windows. You stood back from the tree in the corner, fluffing a branch absent-mindedly. You could hear the low conversation of the Asgardian brothers behind you, enjoying the rare hum of interaction untinged by sarcasm or pointed barbs. “...Stark said the belt he shall be fashioning for my Yuletide gift will be the perfect thing to contain my unrestrained godly manhood. A contingency if you decide once again to withdraw the phallus enchantment at a time which is of life or death importance.” You heard Loki scoff, as Thor continued. “You know... if it is necessary for critical missions. First dates and suchlike.”

Your lover made a sharp intake of breath, a scathing and very un-festive comment sure to follow. "Like a ladies sport brassiere, but for your ridiculous penis?" Loki goaded. You rolled your eyes, fluffing the branch a final time before turning to prevent the exchange escalating further. “-Guys, Morgan’s coming over later, so no talk about Santa being fake or anything alright?” Your intended audience remained silent. The brothers were perched at the breakfast bar; Thor enjoying a well earned break from helping assemble the decor ahead of tonight’s party. Your boyfriend, not so much. They were both dressed snugly in hand knitted jumpers, a gift from Scott's grandmother to the whole team. Thor’s was bright red, two candy-canes woven in a haphazard ‘T’. It was far too small for him, the weave stretching dangerously with every movement of his broad shoulders. It won’t last the night, you thought with a smile. Loki’s was a rich green, a sprig of holly resting on the tip of a white ‘L’ emblazoned garishly on his chest. It fit perfectly, because of course it did. The blonde’s face turned pale, his eyes widening. You noted his sudden panicked gaze shifting towards his brother, flicking through a magazine and munching carrot sticks. He showed no signs of interest. “Santa?” Thor mumbled, brushing invisible crumbs from the counter-top. You mean, Santa...Claus? ‘Sinterklaas’? ‘Der Weihnachtsmann’? ‘Père Noël’? ‘Noel...Baba’?” An awkward silence followed; your eyes narrowing as you regarded them with increasing suspicion. “That nonsense is still circulating this realm? How quaint.” Loki smirked, flipping the magazine closed and folding his arms on the counter. Thor grimaced, closing his eyes. “What do you mean?” you said, tilting your head. Loki's smile broadened, leaning forward on the counter-top, his beautiful eyes glinting. “My brother doesn’t like me talking about it. Top secret Asgardian business, you see.” He winked, tapping his nose.

Thor huffed, encircling a strand of bushy tinsel round his neck. “Well if you insist on being so forceful, Loki…” he said, resting his hands on his meaty hips. “Loki is at fault for this realm’s obsession with this ‘Santa Claus’. There, I said it.” “I invented him.” Loki said proudly, picking up another carrot stick. “You most certainly did not brother, he was invented by father and myself to prevent mass rioting within the realm at your hands.” The dark-god grimaced, rolling his eyes. “So dramatic, brother. It was just a bit of fun.” Thor toyed with the tinsel around his neck while Loki crunched the carrot elegantly poised between his thumb and forefinger. Seconds passed in silence. “So...is no one going to tell me what actually happened?” you said slowly, sliding on the barstool opposite the brothers. Thor opened his mouth, silenced by a sharp ba-ba-ba from his brother. “I think not. You will taint the glorious details of the original story with your bias.” Loki said between gritted teeth, turning back toward you with a renewed spark. “Bias...” Thor scoffed, throwing an end of tinsel over his shoulder like a scarf. Loki cleared his throat. “A while ago, my brother and I were spending some regrettable time on Midgard-” “-Father was tired of your childish antics, Loki. It was a time-out.” “Hush.” Loki sniped, rolling his eyes. "We were marooned in the old countries and I was feeling rather affronted by the whole situation and may have spun some yarns to a few curious children who passed our way in a moment of uncharacteristic bitterness.” “How long ago are we talking?” you said warily, as Loki’s smile grew. “About a fifteen hundred years, give or take.” he said coyly. Thor grimaced at the memory. “Loki told a group of naïve village youngsters that in several weeks hence, during the lowest point of winter; gifts would appear if they left their fathers boots outside their dwelling. A ridiculous notion.” “It was just a bit of fun.” your lover repeated innocently. “There was nothing else to do, and those little shits were asking for it. They made fun of my helmet.” “You intended to thieve the boots of those villagers, brother. Do not deny it.” Thor grunted, throwing you a knowing look. Loki huffed. “Well, regardless...by the time Thor found out, the rumour had spread so that every child within a hundred miles seemed to know about this miraculous benefaction and so action had to be taken... apparently.” “Father was furious, thanks to that brown-nose Heimdall.” Thor grimaced, the memory clearly etched deep. “He summoned us back to Asgard immediately-” “-and I was, naturally, delighted. It meant no more dreary, mirthless winter dearth on this sub-par terra.” Loki busied himself with a loose strand on the sleeve of his jumper, before looking up doe-eyed. “No offence, darling.”

“A lot has changed in a thousand years.” you quipped, seeing another smirk tug at his lips as you said it. “If you say so, my love.” he murmured, sarcasm hanging in the air like the scent of cinnamon as he snapped the rogue thread and made it vanish. Thor leant forward, his voice deepening as if recalling a battle tale. “Father demanded that Loki and I fulfil the oath we made to the children of the old country-” “It was no oath.” Loki snapped, jawline flashing in the glow of the twinkling lights surrounding you all. Thor chuckled incredulously, his eyes widening in disbelief at his brother’s selective memory. “Did you not swear to them by the Nine that it was true?” he said, raising his eyebrows. Loki folded his arms. “Potentially. But it was just a bit of fu-”

Thor waved a hand, silencing his brother’s protestations. “Father insisted that Loki fashion trinkets enough for a nation of children, it was...oh, thousands. You should have seen him, Y/N...tinkering away for ten whole days and nights using all manner of magic to fashion carved animals and rudimentary affectations.” Thor became glassy-eyed, his annoyance turning to nostalgia. Large hands grasped at memories of the presents, twirling the imagined items through his fingers; the twinkling lights from the tree reflecting in his wide, excited eyes. “Little dolls and hoops and boats, oh brother, do you remember the hours you spent in the palace workshops with only candlelight for companionship?” “And you, as I recall.” Loki said, his own indifference softening. “Not that you were much help.” Thor let out a pffft, shaking his head with a smile. “You know very well Father forbade me from assisting.” He swivelled on the barstool, facing you across the breakfast bar once more. “My role was to be more logistical, you see. Loki was to create the gifts, I was to deliver them.” “Deliver them?” you gasped, leaning forward in amazement. “Oh yes, Y/N.” Thor nodded solemnly. “But Father concocted a bit of a ruse. It was during the changing of the guard in terms of religion and all that malarky so we had to be...subtle.” “Clandestine.” Loki corrected seductively in your ear, his unexpected warm breath making you shiver. “Not my brother’s strong suit, darling.” You jumped as his hand slid around your waist, resting of your stomach. You hadn’t even seen him move from across the breakfast bar and circle behind you. His firm chest pressed against your back, feeling yourself melt against the rough wool of his jumper. Your eyes fluttered shut, before Thor cleared his throat. “Yes, well...enough of the old lore was in circulation that we couldn’t stir the metaphorical pot much to my dismay. Father was adamant. So Loki was in charge of disguising me in a more...unrecognisable form than my typical unique brand of perfection.” “Ruddy-cheeked and old and soft in the belly. And a wholly ridiculous beard.” Loki smirked against your cheek, his eyes trailing his brother’s face. “I may have used a certain someone for inspiration, considering his interference.” he purred, making you giggle. Thor huffed, “Like I said, unrecognisable brother.”

Loki kissed your cheek, his sultry tones entirely unnecessary to the situation. “There were too many gifts to manage in one trip through the bifrost, so we saddled a chariot to Sleipnir and one enchanted sack later, our plan was in motion.” Thor cleared his throat again, fiddling with the sleeves of his jumper as Loki’s kisses worked down your neck; a small whimper escaping your lips. “Delivery was rather swift if I do say so myself, minus one or two...setbacks.” the blonde muttered, as Loki erupted in a gruff snort of laughter against your skin. “Setbacks? You mean your clumsy attempt to gain access to ill-gotten snacks on your journeys through the Norwegian tundra?” Thor shrugged, pulling a thread from his chest. “I hear that in future years the people of the realm started leaving said snacks out in anticipation of such a need.” “Yes, brother. To avoid their dwelling being raided through any available opening. I mean really, that year how many chimneys did you find your festively plump arse entrapped in, brother? Seven? Any other fool would have stopped after the first. A ridiculous display.” Thor stood, his finger waggling in Loki’s direction. Your dark lover rested his chin on your shoulder, stooped flush against your back. The feeling of his warmth against you was one you never wanted to lose. A smile pressed against your cheeks as you bit your lip, Thor’s indignation in combination with his ridiculous sweater building a bubbling roll of laughter in your belly. “So...how many years did you do this?” you managed to choke, squeezing Loki’s arms tighter around your midriff. Thor shrugged. “Five or six...dozen, perhaps...and then the parents of this realm sort of, took over gradually. Good thing, too...the way it’s spread.” “Thank the Norns.” Loki huffed, burying his face in your hair. You could feel him sigh against your skin, inhaling your scent theatrically. Thor cleared his throat louder, averting his eyes from the sensual scene unfolding in front of him. “All this talk of snacks has found me rather peckish I’m going to...to…” Loki’s hands wandered, his thumb grazing the curve of your breast through your own initialled Christmas jumper. The world faded as Loki’s mouth found yours with a quiet groan, his tongue slipping between your parted lips. From beyond the haze, you heard the kitchen door swing shut as Thor departed. Alone, at last. “Come here” Loki growled, his eyelids heavy with simmering lust as he pulled you down from the stool. You giggled, casting a glance around the living room sparkling with festive cheer. The warm glow of fairy lights nestled in vibrant pine cast shadows on Loki’s features, the corner of his eyes creased with the same mischief tugging on his lips. God, how you loved him. He led you across the room towards an inconspicuous door you had always assumed was a closet, a small ‘No Entry’ sign placed centrally upon it. A wave of citrus and pine hit you as Loki turned the handle and opened the door, revealing a small but perfectly formed room. Soft lighting flooded the opening, the warm glow reminding you of a fireside. Rolls of festive wrapping paper hung on the walls, exquisite ribbons draping downward from spindles in fluttering splashes of gold, red and green. Neatly packed boxes of bows were stacked on shelves, divided by size and colour; labels and a selection of fountain pens lined perfectly against the wall on a solid mahogany desk.

You gasped, “Is this Pepper’s wrapping room? I thought it was a myth.” “Hidden in plain sight, darling.” Loki winked, pulling you inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click. His hands ran over your hips, manoeuvring your ass back against the solid desk. “Loki, we shouldn’t…” you murmured between his ravenous kisses, the words sounding even less convincing in the air than they did in your head. “Correct.” Loki growled, unzipping the side of your skirt with devastating slowness. “But when has that ever stopped us, my love?” The fabric slid down, pooling around your ankles. Loki’s fingers toyed at the waistband of your thick pantyhose, rolling them below your hips. You sat back on the desk, extending one leg as he slid the 200 denier down your thigh, raising your calf and placing a deep kiss on the bare skin. He did the same on the other side, his piercing gaze never leaving yours in the low light. You could feel a sea of wetness pooling in your panties, the need for him growing with every intentionally teasing touch of his fingertips. You crossed your arms across your chest, tugging the jumper upward. Loki pushed them gently down. “The festive sweaters stay on, love.” he purred with a wink. The god sank to his knees, widening your legs. He hummed, sliding a wide palm up your naked thigh and trailing a finger through your glistening folds. “Darling” he growled, “it’s been over a year, are you truly still this desperate for me?” Before you could answer, two fingers slid inside you; making your head fall back with a groan. “Yes, Loki” you gasped, as he pumped them firmly back and forth, his thumb circling your swollen clit. "Lucky me." he murmured, before his lips fastened to the centre of your desire. He lapped at the trail of sticky arousal smeared against your skin, caressing every crevice. Muffled approval rumbled in his throat as he slowly removed the fingers, his tongue delving deeper into the warm heat he craved. You grasped the sides of the desk, resting back on your elbows as you balanced your feet on his thick thighs. Loki shook his head gently back and forth, nose grazing downward as he pleasured every inch of you with whoreish abandon. Even his eyelashes would be wet. “God...baby, yes..y-es, f-fuck…” you sighed, feeling his fingers tighten around the soft flesh of your spread thighs. He suckled gently, wide strokes of his tongue rolled over your slit. You would never know how he could be so fucking good at this. A hand wound in his hair, pushing him deeper against your needy cunt. He growled, the vibration against your clit making you pulse. In a flash, he rolled you backwards, pushing your calves backward so you were completely exposed.

Flat on the table, you craned forward to watch his tongue work your pussy; every lick accompanied by a dark, delicious moan. His eyes were closed in blissful concentration, strands of long hair trailing against your bare skin. The furrow of his brow betrayed the lust you knew was straining against his trousers out of sight. He was always so fucking hard for you. So fucking hard for me, you thought; whimpering as you watched him work with your mouth open. Panting. Loki sucked your clit gently, sending jolts through your body, legs twitching. “Loki…” you keened, trying to thrust your hips upward. He chuckled against your plump lips, sucking them between his teeth in response. Your lover pulled them back gently, releasing them with a wet slurp. “Come in my mouth, goddess.” he whispered, placing another languishing lick up your centre.

Your head fell back against the desk with a thud, hands gripping the edge beneath you. Hot cum flooded Loki’s tongue, his moans of pleasure matching your own as you juddered like a dying thing beneath lingering suckles. You saw stars, murmurs of his name all you could muster as you felt a glow of seidr radiate from his body. He rose above you, his huge cock standing proudly up against the comically unsexy green sweater. You laughed, covering your mouth as he bent over your body; silencing your mirth with a hungry kiss. “You dare laugh at a god’s attire? How rude…” he purred playfully, running a hand down your thigh as you wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer. You both groaned as he entered you, the veins of his thick manhood rippling across every inch of your channel, fizzing with post-orgasmic bliss. Your hands slid up his cheekbones, the perfect symmetry of his features dazzling as his face twitched with the need to thrust deeper. “Loki?” you murmured, making him pause. He looked down with concern, eyebrows slanting. “...I love you.” you said, as his features softened. “I love you too, my precious one.” he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead as you thrust your hips upward; sheathing him to the hilt. He moaned loudly, a guttural grunt of your name. “F-fuck, darling…” he gasped, beginning to pump in and out of your soaking core. Every hit of his pelvis was magic, every pulse sending new sparks shooting through your blood. His hips met the backs of your open thighs with wet slaps, hot breath mixing with yours; the two of you panting in rhythm. Loki’s thrusts became sloppy as you tugged the back of his hair, a dark growl thundering in his chest as he buried his face in your cleavage hidden beneath the fuzzy jumper. “Do you want me to f-fill you Y/N?” he asked through staggered breaths. You nodded frantically, the angle of his heavenly cock making your back arch against the wood. “Will you ever tire of having your god’s seed..uhhh, yes...d-dripping down those exquisite t-thighs?” His voice quivered with the effort of forming words, the rhetorical question hanging in the air; buffeted between grunts and whines of feral desire. Loki tumbled over the precipice of orgasm with a deep moan as you squeezed your walls tight around his girth. He bottomed out as you rocked back and forth against his hips, feeling the thick slick of his cum spreading along his length before he collapsed against your chest. The sound of his heavy breaths filled the small space, your heart soaring as he raised his chin to rest above your heart. “You are my everything, darling.” he whispered, placing a kiss on your parted lips before sliding out of your pussy and waving his hand. The familiar feeling of his magic rolled up your lower body as he made both of you presentable once more. “Now remember, you don’t know this place exists – alright?” he winked, helping you down from the desk. You brushed a strand of tinsel from his chest, your fingers lingering on the firmness snug beneath the garish festive sweater. You took the few steps over to the door, opening it a crack and peering out to make sure the coast was clear. “Shit.” you whispered, whipping back to Loki with a wide-eyed stare. The door swung open. “Pepper can never know about this.” Tony said gruffly.

His eyebrows rose sceptically as he stood with his arms folded, resting against the sofa.

You and Loki looked at each other, as a smirk curled the corner of Tony’s mouth. “Honestly, how you guys got away with this shit for as long as you did is beyond me. Maybe you’ve lost your touch.” A burning heat spread over your cheeks, hearing Loki chuckle incredulously beside you. "We were simply..." he began, promptly cut off.

"-I think that particular ship has sailed, folks." Tony sighed, pushing himself away from the sofa. "Sailed and sunk. The SS Sinking Sluts..."

You pursed your lips, as Tony straightened. “Just do me a favour, Laufeyson...make sure you didn’t leave a present of your own in there." he murmured theatrically. "I could handle Steve and the car with the whole racoon business- but Pepper...?” Tony pointed knowingly at your lover before spinning on his heels, walking leisurely towards the door as Loki rolled his eyes. “No Asgardian stuffing on my wife’s ribbons, Laufeyson. Check it once, then check it twice. That’s an order.” he shouted with a casual wave, before disappearing around the corner.

A/N: Thank you @lokischambermaid for concocting the intricacies of Thor's 'magic' belt with me🤣 @lady-rose-moon @gigglingtigger @holymultiplefandomsbatman @muddyorbsblr @xorpsbane @lokikissesmyforehead @simplyholl @fictive-sl0th @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @loopsisloops @thedistractedagglomeration @loveroflokiforpoeticjustice @123forgottherest @joyful-enchantress @sititran @jaidenhawke @silverfire475 @mrsbarnes32557038 @michelleleewise @vbecker10 @imalovernotahater @thomase1 @morriggannlostinfandoms @ladylovesloki @marygoddessofmischief @ravenwings73 @filthyhiddles @peacefulpianist @maple-seed @yelkmelk @wheredafandomat @mistress-ofmagic @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @ozymdias @peaches1958 @your-taste-on-my-lips @lokisgirll @lokidokieokie @kikster606 @peachyjinx @peachyymallows @soldeloki @tbhiddlestan83 @trickster-maiden @trojanaurora @ladyofthestayingpower

You know, I’m something of a sapphist myself.

Hi hello yes, I am returned with an offering of Rory Oaklow. I think she’s my favourite of the Moonwood Mill townies, though it’s a hard choice and you will defintely see more of them. I love making sims that are all delapidated and ripped up.

Man, I just want her to scoop me up in her big strong arms so I can give her a smooch on her big square head.

rory wears • hair (@goamazons) • spit curl ( @enriques4 ) • streaks (@c-cerberus-sims-s) • thigh tattoo (@strangerpixels) • sun & moon tattoos (glowpixel) • claws (ea werewolves)

the gun show • tee (sfozinda) • jeans (@sentate) • earrings (erusea) (@pralinesims) • chain (@enriques4) • tied shirt (@tamo-sim) • cuff (ea realm of magic) • gloves (@helgatisha) • sneakers (@mossylane)

on lock • tee (@belaloallure3) • vest (@arethabee) • trousers (elliesimple) • earrings (erusea) (@pralinesims) • choker (ea highschool years (via @kouzeesim))

t-bird • jumper & fishnet sleeves (@trillyke) • jacket (@plushxsims) • shorts (@solistair) • earrings (@enriques4) • collar (ea basegame) • socks (@kismet-sims) • boots (@helgatisha)

surplus • shirt & bandeau (@helsoseira) • camo pants (@its-adrienpastel) • hat (elliesimple) • earrings (cloud) (@pralinesims) • necklace (ea basegame) • accessory tank (@sentate) • underwear (@ridgeport) • boots (@helgatisha)

rough night • vest (golzen) • shorts (@solistair) • hair pieces 1 & 2, 3 (@simbience & @qwertysims) • necklace (@simandy) • bandages (@nell-le)

inside you there are two wolves • vest (@serenity-cc) • jeans (blacklily) • glasses (@savage-sims) • earrings (erusea) (@pralinesims) • necklace (@christopher067) •  gloves & boots (@helgatisha) • beads (ea basegame)

All the ninjago kiddos! That I remembered, lol.

Also I'm not sure if Echo counts, but this is my art soooo... He does now

Fun fact, way before Dragons rising was an idea, I had a little theory/AU thingie, where the ninja got sent to another realm, where time passed differently. (How funny, it was way before SotFS...) So basically these kids formed a replacement ninja team to fight the evils treathening ninjago, discovering they themselves are elemental masters. And that's been in my brain, slowly adding all the new kiddos to it. Might make some art, and a post about that too, because I would love to draw them.

Here's my spitballing on these dummies and their designs.

The Darkleys kids!

The little shits. They would be the ones to have kidnapping as their first resolve.

- I kinda didn't know Sally existed, but I liked all the art, so she does now. Also, she loves pink, I love pink, we all love pink

- Brad is definitely the muscle of the group, with a big heart, but not the greatest mind. Also, he has a babyface, that's very hard to make look evil.

- His design kinda grew on me with time, but it still feels a bit lacking...

- There's this theory that Gene is Skylor's brother, and Chen's son, that I kinda absorbed into my brain and ran with it so yeah.

-Also, the hand thingie is not a glove, it helps hold his hand together after a nasty injury :)

- The bowlcut was uniform at Darkleys, but Gene was such a nightmare they just gave up with him.

- They have matching pins and earpieces. Cause of course they do. Also, dumbo boots uniform.

The Paperkids!

Antonia and Nelson are a given, and I just kinda added Unagami on there, since he waved at them once. Also, I think it would be cute if they were friends.

- I know he doesn't anymore, canonically, but I like to think he still wears his purple gi under the jumper. Who knows when someone will need the purple ninja?

- He has a scar from the injury he had when he met with the ninja. Also, am I the only one who tought something much worse was going on than a broken leg? Obviously a kid show can't have a terminally ill kid, but fsm that's still how I remembered it.

- Antonia! I loved drawing her hair. Also kinda like her badass big sis vibes.

- She has her hands out to make sure the two kids, but mainly Nelson, don't go missing somehow (happens more often than you think)

- Even if he can shapeshift, I like to tjink Unagami keeps his line-marks in whatever forms, since it's apart of his skin. He can hide them, but it takes effort, so he just doesn't bother.

- He can change his form generally, but you could still tell it's him by the lines, eyes, and hair

- He has a little nick in his eyebrow, and so does (did i guess) Jay. I just think that's a cute detail

The Forgotten ones...

Just called that cause I had to add them on a separate canvas after forgetting them. I forgot Skales Jr, shame on me, I tought Jake and Nelson were one character, and I was still debating Echo. But here they are!

- It was surprisingly not that hard to draw him, even tho I was very scared

- Since he has white on him, I was trying (and failing miserably) to replicate those partially albino reptiles. Also added some pink scales, since he is also Selma's son, who's pink.

- I don't know to this day why Echo was introduced only to be left behind.... Nevertheless he's a sweetheart

- I guess if you count Mr.E, but then he would be dead... Unless the kids fix him (lightbulb moment)

- Also, ahy is his head weirdly tiny? How did that happen?

- Jake. Goddamnit, how were you the hardest to draw? Somehow I couldn't get the head right...

- The giant pants is an idea that lived in my head. I like yo think he would be able to fix ancient artifacts with hairties, ductape, and sheer force of will.

- He might have a bowlcut, but cmon, are you telling me he wouldn't at least try to replicate whatever the hell Kai's hair was in the beginning?

I guess that's it folks, lemme know if any of you are interested in my weird Ninja kids au thingie!

Guys Who Are Multiple Guys Tournament, Round 1

Takanuva

“(Note: Takua and Takanuva are two names for the same character) There are multiple Takanuvas, although only three have speaking roles IIRC: the Prime Universe Toa Takanuva, who's the first-and-primary-in-narrative Takanuva; the Kingdom AU Turaga Takanuva; and the Toa Empire AU Takua, who never got his magical powerup and so never renamed himself to Takanuva. Prime!Takanuva interacts with both Turaga!Takanuva and Empire!Takua during an adventure through canonical alternate universes, but Turaga!T and Empire!T don't interact with each other because they stay in their home universes. In addition to these three guys who are one guy, there's also a totally underdeveloped plot thread about an army of Takanuvas from alternate dimensions who are kidnapped and turned evil and kept in stasis as an evil minion army???? WTF, Bionicle.” - User submission

Chase

“He is the main character of the show, which is based around the multiverse, and another main character is Charlie Bradberry who is another version of himself.” - User submission

In Realm Jumpers, there's this really important letter Drosselmeyer sends to Clara that is literally the catalyst for her part of the story, but I've never been fully satisfied with it.

So, I rewrote the letter to have some more obvious references/allusions that Clara could pick up on to push her forward, and I wanted to show you guys a little comparison of the original letter versus the current version.

Sticking to cuddles for now. What do you think cuddling with Desire would be like?

I was insanely inspired to write this little thing that's not in the style of a head cannon persay, but I think it's kind of a snapshot of the kind of thing an omnipresent deity would do when faced with a Desire for cuddles 😘 I hope this is okay! ❤️

With Desires power, anything was possible. They knew their strengths, and they played to them beautifully. Whenever they'd feel you needed it, they'd head right over to you, create the perfect scene around you, every last detail as real as the room they left behind with a click of their fingers, you where now in the most stunning of rooms, the one of your dreams, and that's why you knew Desire had been right... Without them, Morpheus wouldn't exist, but that is a battle for another day.

At first, you'd hear just their voice.

"I could feel your need from the next realm.." Desire purred "Your need for warmth... Your need for a tight embrace.. Your need to feel love on this lonely planet." You'd say nothing, because... You had no words other than to nod in agreement.

Their whole self materialized in front of you as you lay on the bed they created for you, and couldn't help but smirk. Always dressed perfectly for the occasion. Their hair was swooped into a little off to the side parting, and all they where wearing was a long, off the shoulder, incredibly soft jumper. Their smooth skin showing and sleeves pulled over their hands

They bowed their head with a flash of a smile "If this is what my dear brother Dream means by serving the human race... Then perhaps he has a point. I can't say that I'm terribly upset by the idea of bringing you exactly what you need, my love." Their eyes glowed bright yellow behind the dark liner and shadow, but their lips where strangely nude. The bed dips as they crawl up slowly and slide right in beside you in the most feline, smooth little motion you'd come to know and love from this creature, and they wrapped their arms around you, pulling you in and leaving the most tender little kiss to your temple "I know my sister has been with you today... Her hook can be quite sharp when she drags in through your mind... That is why we work so well together... She takes what she needs from your sorrow, and I give what I need to your wants and needs."

You slip your arms around their waist and bury your face into their soft jumper and smile, for the first time in what felt like days - maybe months.

"Thank you, Desire."

"There is no need for your gratitude, it is my pleasure to provide you with what you need... It serves me as much as it serves you."

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

BE students as gym leaders?

Pokémon: Three Houses

This is the section of the Fódlan region dedicated to the realm of the Black Eagles (calling it the Empire felt strange.) You can find the Ashen Wolves here.

Edelgard

Edelgard is the first gym leader you meet, but is strongly recommended is kept for last. She has two long braids, a token flareon headband, a red hoodie she wears over a black tshirt, cargo trousers, and black combat boots. She is the leader of the Fire type gym which is house in a large castle in the centre of the land of the Black Eagles atop the tallest hill. The land itself is warm, rainy, and extremely green with several towns scattered across the swamps and farmland. Edelgard is the daughter of the Ruler of this part of Fódlan, but it is her extraordinary talent as a gym leader which has earned her the moniker the Flame Emperor.

Historically, her nation has been extremely cruel to Pokémon, including things such as experimentation and slavery. In the last few decades however that has changed, and Edelgard intends to keep things driving forward. She has earned the loyalty and devotion of her Pokémon because of this, especially her companion Ceruledge who she rescued as a charcadet from experimentation.

Hubert

Hubert is the Poison type gym leader. He has black hair that is shaved into an undercut with a heavy fringe which hangs in his face, a black jumper with a skorupi patter on the front, a white shirt, black trousers, and black smart shoes. He wears a bandolier around his torso with a series of bottles of poisons and potions clipped to it. Historically, the leader of this gym is always the devoted follower, protector, and server to the Fire type gym leader who is always the heir to the land of the Black Eagles. Hubert of course has a devotion to Edelgard which surpasses what he was born to do. When he was a child he resented his birthright, but the more he came to respect and adore Edelgard, the more he began to throw himself into his role. Ever since he was a child his father has microdosed him with poison making him personally immune to the effects of poison type Pokémon and thus able to handle the most dangerous species he may come across. It is this that inspired the most terrifying and dangerous challenge in order to earn a match with this gym leader. You are given a series of poisons and you have to battle your way to the antidote before they kill you… of course, they are not really poisons and you never in any danger. That however is the best kept secret of the Poison gym.

When Hubert was a child, he was put into a large cage with a Seviper, he immediately began playing with it. When it gave him a friendly nip on the hand Hubert’s father was delighted to see that Hubert showed no ill effects, it had proven his experiments had been a success. He was however infuriated when Hubert became close to the Seviper, it would follow him everywhere and curl around his arm and lay over his shoulders. Hubert’s father saw Pokémon as tools rather than friends.

Ferdinand

Ferdinand is the Fighting Type Gym leader, and he has a great rivalry with the Fire Type Gym Leader as they were brought up in extremely close quarters by their parents who were very close. Especially as Ferdinand’s father worked for Edelgard’s father’s government. He began growing out his hair when he took over from his father who always had a great distaste for long hair on boys. His hair now is almost at his shoulders, he wears martial arts wrappings around his hand and wrists, a mahogany coloured t-shirt with a fist on the front, black knee length shorts over stripped athletic leggings, and athletic lace up red boots.

When Ferdinand inherited the Fighting type gym from his father it was barely functioning. The Pokémon were badly treated and the trainers were practically given a badge in exchange for cash donations. Ferdinand worked extensively to turn it into something to be proud of - the Pokémon were fed well and pampered. They ended up flocking to the gym as they enjoyed living and training there. The building was cleaned and the facilities were well maintained, a few trainers were angry that the badges they acquired through cash donations were no longer valid but as a general rule the surrounding town was delighted at the progress. The gym attracted more trainers than ever. Ferdinand’s father never had a companion Pokémon, but Ferdinand always had a liking for quadrupedal types. As a result when he first met his Tauros, a Paldean Blaze variant, he was delighted and fell in love. His Tauros, who he named Tara, grew very attached to him too. As a result, Ferdinand broke the trend even further by becoming the first Fighting gym leader who actually enjoys the company of Pokémon.

Caspar

Caspar inherited the Electric Type Gym Leader, he took over from his father who decided to pass it along to him and focus entirely on his role in government. Caspar has messy, spiky hair, jeans that at perpetually torn from things such as climbing trees, fighting, and tripping over things, and a loose black t-shirt with a magnetite on the front that falls to nearly half way down his thighs. He has several wristbands on his wrists and biceps, one has his phone clipped to it, several wires were twisted into bracelets, and a silver chain around his neck. He wears big stumpy black boots which make him a couple of inches taller. Whenever he is seen wandering around and adventuring, he always has bis Zapdos flying around him and there are rumours that he has a slight electric shock that radiates from him when you shake his hand.

When you reach his gym, he is no where to be found - instead you meet an extremely stressed gym attendant who is anxious that she doesn’t know where Caspar is. This is a frequent occurrence as in her own words, Caspar hates responsibility and prefers to focus on battling and catching Pokémon. If you wish to battle him, you have to find him. When you see him he is a cheerful young man who is ecstatic to fight you. He enthusiastically comments on your battle choices and when you beat him he congratulated you saying he fully intends to fight you again and wjn.

Linhardt

Linhardt is the leader of the Psychic type gym. He wears his hair in a long braid and wears a purple sweater, he wears a light blue shirt with the top button done underneath, and dark blue jeans. He wears smart black shoes, and has a brown leather satchel. He speaks with a Received Pronunciation accent and uses quite formal language. Unlike the others you can only challenge him to a battle at night as he naps so much during the day. He’s usually grumpy because he likes to get so much of his research done at night but he usually battles at this time with little to no resistance. Despite that he still yawns throughout and wants to take a nap afterwards.

He is currently doing research on the theory that there may be a potion he can create that allows a human to mimic attributes of an Abra. Where they can sleep, but still work or perhaps develop over abilities. He was inspired to do this by his companion Abra, who curls up with him on his bed or wherever he’s decided to nap regularly. Abra has shown resistance to evolving, and Linhardt finds that in itself fascinating. Saying on the subject ‘I wouldn’t want to have to stay awake that long either.’

Bernadetta

Bernadetta is the leader of the grass type gym, she wears a large green zip up hoodie which goes to her knees that she leaves open with a t-shirt with a smoliv on it. She also wears grey leggings, and red trainers. She carries around a large grookey backpack. She is shy and timid so it has always surprised everyone that she surrounds herself with the most terrifying looking Pokémon. She gushes about how adorable they are and makes little teddies of them and for them. Her companion is a carnivine, she met her as she was looking after the carnivorous plants on the grounds of her family’s house. Bernie always felt much safer when she was around as she protected her from her father, and the other neighbourhood children when they were cruel to her. She usually reversed to carnivine as Neeve, or her “precious baby”.

The challenge when you get to her gym is getting her out of her room, you have to fight trainers for various items to tempt her into leaving. The rule of the gym is, if you can tempt her away from her room - you get to challenge her.

Dorothea

Dorothea is the leader of the Fairy type gym. She keeps her long wavy brown hair pinned back with a large golden butterfly clip. She wears a short denim skirt, pink Doc Marten style boots, floral tights, a pink vest, and a knee length brown coat with a fluffy collar and cuffs. As a general rule, the gym leaders in the realm of the Black Eagles are inherited. However, the few exceptions to this include the Fairy type gym which is run by ‘commoner’ Dorothea and her companion Delcatty who has been with her since she was a hungry street kid and Delacatty was her partner in crime - a little Skitty who helped steal food for her. That was until she was picked up a theatre troop ran by Manuela, the previous Fairy Gym leader. No one expected the previous Gym Leader Manuela to pick Dorothea as her successor. They had both known each other from Manuela’s days in the theatre and she knew no one who had the same affinity with fairy type Pokémon until they both bonded over Manuela’s aromatisse and Dorothea’s then Skitty.

When you reach the Fairy gym in order to battle Dorothea you have to collect a series of mechanisms from various Pokémon trainers. When you reach the end, Dorothea puts them together to create a music box which she gives you alongside her badge when you defeat her in a Pokémon battle. The music box gives you the ability to attract Fairy Pokémon.

Petra

The Water type gym is always led by Brigid, a state forcibly run by the realm of Black Eagles. The current gym leader is Petra, the Princess of Brigid due to her father ill health. Brigid is an island which you have to travel to by boat. When you reach the coast, you are greeted by a gorgeous beach, on the edge of a glorious forest. It’s brilliantly green and filled with new Pokémon and plant life. When you reach the other end of the forest, passing through several villages, you reach the other side of the small island. On the coast there is the water gym, and fishing on the docks is Princess Petra. She has hair her in a long plait held in place with a silver bar hair clip. Due to the island being hotter than the rest of Fódlan, she is dressed in a blue athletic crop top with a mudkip on the front, loose navy cargo trousers, and practical hiking boots. She is often seen with her companion Pokémon a floatzel who often perches on her shoulder or goes out scouting a few feet in front of her to make sure the coast is clear.

Petra finds trusting people from Fódlan difficult given how her country was forcibly taken by the realm of the Black Eagles. However, she is willing to give you a fair fight, but first you have to accept the fishing challenge where you attempt to catch a bigger Pokémon than a series of Pokémon trainers. When you have finished you are congratulated by Petra who rewards you with a battle.

Monica

Monica is the leader of the Ghost type gym, she dresses in a purple silk shirt dress with a large black, ribbon bowtie. She wears black tights that are covered in an intricate floral pattern and purple lace up boots. She has disappeared and reappeared so many times there rumours that she is a ghost herself. She has been very attached to the same Mimikyu since she was a small child, when she used to wander away from her family and get lost regularly she found herself in a forest. A mimikyu stumbled upon her, and Monica insists to this day she was convinced he was a pikachu. He helped her find his way home, and he’s been her companion ever since.

She is extremely fond of Edelgard, the fire type gym leader, will often ramble at length about her to you. When you take the challenge of fighting her, the trial you go through first involves answering a question about Edelgard with every trainer you meet. You cannot progress until you get it right.

REALM JUMPER SEASON 2 CASTING CALL IS OFFICIALLY OPEN!

Hello everyone! Exciting news today as we are officially starting production on season 2 of Realm Jumper!

If you would like to be considered to work on this project please follow the link to the casting call club below! We are looking for Voice Actors, Artists, and especially Audio and Video Editors. Auditions are open until Sunday May 19th.

Casting Call Club Link: https://cstng.cc/projects/realm-jumper-season-two

Just a reminder that this is an unpaid passion project, but as we are about to hit our two year project anniversary later this summer you can trust that we are not just a baby production and that we at least kinda know what we are doing at this point!

We could not do this project without our talented cast and crew and we would LOVE to have you aboard!

Reminder that the show itself returns this weekend with episode 9 premiering on Saturday 4/20 (nice) at 1 pm MST. Come stop by!

Catch up on season 1 here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6nEG7Am6M8&list=PL-aZXicIy3mmyhesAyPvgeqMfflQVZD5u

I can FINALLY share my piece for @bubblytarts show Realm Jumper Episode 9!!! This is one of my fav pieces I've done for the whole show so far, gotta love some cityscapes and bisexual lighting! I HIGHLY recommend checking out the episode! It's got some real good feels in it this time!

Here's my art summary for this year! I think only one of the arts has been actually posted here, but as for the rest I will give some context under the cut.

January: It's Sybil from CFS/IR's Call of Cthulhu: Masks of Nyarlathotep campaign, but with a pair of hummingbird wings. Maybe I'll post the full image here?

February: You know those let's make an OC template things? Rose, or fully Rose Through The Road, was created from that template with help from others on Discord. They are an agender Tabaxi wearing a jumpsuit, sporting short braids and lavender studs. Has a necklace of fireballs, "Never takes responsibility for their actions.", has a rock collection and gelotophobia.

March: Small meme of @/chara-universe D&D character Ophilane with a very big trition :D

April: A mockup dating sim screencap of my oc LILE3 (pronounced Lily) Full quote is: "Come with me~ if you make it through the night. Babe sing by my side...hope you'll keep up ♡"

May: Rose and Fennel chilling a train ride while listening to music. Wanted to really push the shadows and lighting in this since I usually cell-shade. It's one of my favorite pieces in this list!

June: So during this time I hurt my hands...so the best I could do was a meme of these two and the only thing I could do. I love the contrast between the very nice shaded image in May of them and immediately after the feral energy of the one in June. Also if you can guess what anime is this meme's template if from you can get a free doodle, bonus points if you can get the exact episode.

July: Art of @/bubblytarts character Luther from her show Realm Jumpers. This was from a sheet of other people's ocs and expression practice.

August: More LILE3! This time in a fancy anime transformation!

September: Various images of Fennel being picked up and handled by my other characters. In this one she was sleeping in Kohinoka's horns while he was working.

October: :)

November: Art of @/loyalwolf6153 villian in her D&D campaign Soul Seekers named Vorigan.

December: Annddd finally a redesign of one of my first ocs Shia Zaltemer, who is D&D based and an Aasimar Paladin. First ref of her was very very old and was in an older art style and my style has grown since then.

Overall I'm glad my art has grown since I started doing digital art! I still want to work on doing more dynamic posing and on different body types, but my lines are strong and I'm personally proud of my character designs! I hope that next year I can try to digital paint, painting scares me.

Clover Margay

Therapy Cat :3

Eda raises two gods AU link here. Gailine Margay, her daughter, here. First appearance here.

I said I have two toh therapist ocs, this is the second one! I'm pretty sure I said Enzo/The Collector gets therapy eventually, Clover is going to be their therapist when they are ready for it. She's also got a daughter.

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 37(in image), 45 when the human arrives (I'm going with Luz coming to the demon realm ~eight years after Eda finds Enzo and King like I'm pretty sure is the case in canon and I think Eda is ~45, she and Clover are the same age)

Sexuality: Aromantic, lesbian

Species: Ocelat (Ocelot + cat, I'm great at names I know)

Coven: Plant and Oracle through special case exception.

Occupation: Therapist

Palisman/pets:

Family: Gailine Margay(daughter) Eibhlín(platonic wife, (they got married for tax purposes))

Clover is a trauma therapist and part of both the plant and oracle covens through a special case exception since while she was skilled with oracle magic, she could only conduct it through plant magic. She was allowed to practice and study plant magic so she can use oracle magic. There have been a few, like less than ten in the entirety of Belos's rule, exceptions like her and they get special sigils.

She uses oracle magic for her therapy sessions, she focuses more on the mindscape aspect of oracle magic(I think mindscape is oracle). So she's dealing the trauma at the source, but she also just has people talk about their problems.

She went to Hexside and she was in the same grade as Eda, they were distant acquaintances, they knew of each other and sometimes talked.

She is a single mom, by choice, her daughter, Gailine, was born with phocomelia, it's where someone is born without limbs or with under developed limbs, it can be genetic, in this case, it is but the phocomelia in Clover's family has usually effected their tails.

And those glasses, they wrap around her head so they stay on while she's in the trees, jumping and running branch to branch, are very needed, she's extremely nearsighted and has trouble with depth perception, something that is not great when you live up high and regularly jump through trees and kinda need to tell how far that jump is.

Clover is an Ocelat, a cat like type of semi arboreal demon (that's why Margay is the last name, margays are like smaller ocelots that are much more arboreal and depend on trees much more than their larger and smaller cousin, Ocelot comes in three sizes, ocelot(small), margay(smaller) and oncilla(smallest) those are it's sizes) that evolved in the forests of the boiling isles, so they still have colors and patterns that help them hide in the isle's forests. All of the colors for Clover and Gailine were eyedropped from screenshots of the trees in the show cause I wanted to get them right.

Ocelats are excellent climbers and jumpers, they use their tail for balance and to grab and hold on cause they are prehensil. They have very good hearing and can hear a wide range of sounds, wider than witches do. They have retractable claws to help them climb. They also purr cause the Ocelot/Margay/Oncilla group are small cats and by being a small cat they can purr, and cause cat :3

Ocelats live in arboreal villages built into trees(kinda like Wookiee villages from star wars)with each other, usually minding their own business and doing what they want. Cats do what they want and don't give a fuck about your feelings, so is Ocelats don't want to do something, good luck convincing them otherwise, again, cause cat :3. They usually nice but if you get in their bad side you're screwed.

Some of them live closer to the more populated towns but still at the edge where they have enough large trees around for them to climb in and have their homes built up high, they like the high ground (so does Obi-Wan... I'm not sorry). And Ocelats have nine lives, so they live pretty long.

Clover's home is at the very edge of Bonesborough so she can quickly go visit other Ocelats through the trees, it's built up high in trees and her office is built a bit further into Bonesborough so she doesn't have to go super far to get to work and her patients don't have to go super far, it's built by and a bit into a big tree and has it's own, pretty large private garden so patients can relax and feel safe there.

Some more behind the scenes-ish/thought process type stuff below⬇

I went with a cat based therapist character cause cat purring has very helpful and beneficial effects for people, they reduce anxiety, stress and stuff like that, cats are good for your health, it's science and obvious, cats are great.

For the colors on her clothes I went with blue colors, I searched up calming blue color palette I'm pretty sure and went with a few I liked. I picked blue cause it came up as the answer when I searched relaxing/stress relieving/anxiety reducing/trustworthy colors, and Clover wants her patients to feel like they can trust her so I went with it.

Her favorite color is blues anyway so her personal chosen aesthetic in life is blue I guess. I really like how her outfit eventually turned out with all the colors.

I'm excited for when she and Gailine get more involved with the plot and story, Eda is probably going to ask Clover for single parent tips or something and then they'll come to the conclusion together that, yeah, Enzo's got some problems that need some help.

I don't know much about therapy for trauma, I went to therapy as a kid but it was occupational therapy for probably adhd related reasons, I'm fairly certain all the other kids there were neuro diverse, but that's besides the point, if anybody would like to share or let me know how therapy for traumatized children usually goes, please feel welcome too, I'd appreciate the help!

If you got questions or thoughts about the AU, don't be scared to ask, I really like getting asks about this au(and any of my aus honestly;)

I wish you all a good day, whatever that is for you.

VJS out!

entries for @slothseasims love is blind challenge! biographies and image descriptions under the cut.

Lysander the Monstrous

Age: Somewhere in the realm of 600 (appears early 30s) Gender: Trans man (He/him) Location: Forgotten Hollow Sexuality: Gay Occupation: None (living off mysterious vampire money hoarded over the centuries)

Adrian Judith "AJ" Blum

Age: 24 Gender: Nonbinary (They/them) Location: From Henford-on-Bagley, living in San Myshuno Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Aspiring photographer, actual retail employee

Lysander has been kicking around a long time, and he's done all the vampire-y shit you can think of. He's led armies in wars long forgotten about; ruled lands that no longer exist; drained more people than you've met; been woman, man, both, neither and man again; fallen in love over and over - and, of course, outlived every last one. He learnt to compartmentalise, learnt to get used to grief - but what goes up must come down, and when all the loss built up in him, he holed away in his castle to do the most vampire-y shit of all: mope around like a big loser and think about death for a few decades.

But no more! Last year, Lysander found out about a fascinating new invention called "tele-vision" - and it gave him a new lease for life! Now, instead of gazing dramatically out of his windows for days at a time, Lysander could gaze instead at his fancy new television. In particular, he took an interest in Love Is Blind. When he realised, to his delight, that they were looking for contestants for their new season, he didn't hesitate. It singlehandedly pulled him out of his stupour, and he's been a new man since. He's dyed his hair, got a whole new personal style going on - all because he's ready to fall in love again, and this show is going to help him! No, he doesn't know what a midlife crisis is. Stop asking.

AJ would like to make it clear up front that they don't usually go in for this sort of thing. As far as they're concerned, this is a bourgeois exploitation of human emotion, all for the bottom line of a streaming company that only cares about people like AJ when it makes them money. They spent a month watching the show every night after work - ironically, of course - and, quite wine-drunk, signed up as a joke. That's all. And sure, they could have backed out by now. It would have been easy. But...

Okay, fine, so there is no "but". So they're a hypocrite. The truth is, moving out of their parents' house to San Myshuno has been harder than they thought. They told themselves they hated Henford-on-Bagley, hated its oppressive small-town sweetness, hated the inescapable green of it all. But now they're out of there, all they want is to hike through the woods again, look for birds, see familiar faces every day. San Myshuno feels so big, and they feel so small there. They can be as cynical as they like - it doesn't change that the city makes them unbelievably lonely. So maybe marriage is a patriarchal scam, and maybe this show is an exploitative performance of it. But maybe it'll be fun. Maybe it could be good for them to meet someone.

[ID: two images, the first of Lysander and the second of AJ. In the first, tinted pink, Lysander is floating on his back in a swimming pool, wearing floral-patterned swimming trunks. Superimposed on top of this are the words "Lysander the Monstrous" and "erratic, childish, adventurous" in pink, and two further screenshots of him - one on the left dancing in a hawaiian shirt with a banana pattern and trousers with a wavy blue and orange pattern and one on the right drinking a plasma jane in a black fishnet shirt under a red crop top that reads "bite me", and heart-shaped sunglasses. Lysander is a slightly chubby vampire with long wavy pink hair, a beard, and off-white skin. The second, tinted sepia, follows a similar structure. The background image is of AJ in a green jumper, grey fanny pack, and brown tartan trousers, crouching down to pet a brown rabbit in front of some overgrown ruins. The text is in green and reads "AJ Blum" and "loves outdoors, slob, art lover". In the left screenshot, AJ is jogging, wearing a green long-sleeved shirt and yellow dungarees. In the right, they are sitting in a red armchair, reading a book with a hammer and sickle symbol on the cover, wearing an open green dressing gown with a floral pattern and green trousers. They are a thin sim with a light brown mullet, an angular face, tanned white skin, and tattoos on their forearm, collarbone, stomach, and hand.]

Realm Jumper

Okay, it’s about time I make a post about this

My other projects have come to a halt because I’m working on my own web series!

It’s called Realm Jumper, and the synopsis is as such: 

Realm Jumper is the story of a boy named Chase, who falls through a Rip in spacetime and ends up in a pocket dimension in the multiverse. This pocket dimension is called the Academy, and it is an unofficial research base into the multiverse at large.

Traveling through the realms is far too dangerous, so the residents of the Academy are stuck where they are. Chase meets several strange characters, including a superhero too anxious to use her powers, a noir detective who doesn't understand color pictures, and a teacher who is a bit too normal to be involved in all this?

But very shortly after Chase arrives, another version of him does as well. Charlie is much more knowledgeable about magic and the multiverse in general - but also has no idea how he got to the Academy or why his magic is blocked off. Chase and Charlie must work together to uncover the mystery while also helping the people around them, all the while becoming aware of higher powers and the story itself working together to stop them from having their happy endings.

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Realm Jumper is a dramatic-comedy story about characters from across the multiverse learning about each other and their pasts, while mastering their abilities and dealing with threats to their safety. The show focuses on found family, redemption arcs, and themes of deconstructing and finding new twists on common character tropes. The show's genre leans more towards comedy, but does have intense scenes dealing with trauma and violence.

It’s a passion project near and dear to my heart, and I’m very excited to begin working on it. 

If you’re interested in watching the show, the link to the teaser trailer is here

And if you want to help join the team in making it a reality, the casting call club is here (The deadline is July 10th)

Sorry I’ve been so quiet here, but I’m having a great time finally getting to tell the story of the characters I’ve kept to myself for years. Now all of you get to love them too :)

Overdrive

I flicked through the pages of my book – it was old, it didn’t have that new book smell. In fact, the pages were wavy and crinkled from where I’d dropped it in the bath a few times, which at the time, was catastrophic. I sat for a few minutes staring at the pages, feeling bad that I’d ruined the book, do books have feelings? Of course not. It was silly that I was even questioning it, but then again, it’s what I do. Question about everything. Big or small. I flopped the book back on the table and began chewing my lip. What was it about evenings? When the sky floods with darkness and the air gets bitter cold, I start to question about everything in my life. Rent, my job, my relationships… all whirring round like a washing machine that gets crazy and jumps out of its space in the kitchen. Out of nowhere, my phone pinged. Sighing and rolling my eyes, I locked my phone again after seeing the sender of the text. Fuck this, I’m getting some wine. Why else would he be texting at midnight?

Gracefully, I walked to the kitchen and switched on the light. I kept the bottles of wine in a cubby near the sink. I got out my glass and started pouring my wine. I took a sip and let the flavour dissolve in my throat, it was a mature wine and put it on the kitchen side. The aftertaste lingered in my throat. I noticed I hadn’t shut the blinds and could see the beaming light reflecting through the glass, along with my reflection. What a mess. My hair was straggly, I was wearing a baggy jumper and joggers, and the tiredness I felt in my soul was reflecting back at me. I stared a little longer and realised I hated this version of myself… tired and overworked. The longer I looked, I saw a black figure appear in the corner. My body did a 180 without even thinking. Nothing was there. Not the black silhouette figure I swear I just saw. A grim reaper without its scythe. I raced to the door and bolted it, making sure the chain was on and switched off the light. I slunk down against the door and felt my palms against the cold, hard wood. What was that? Was it outside or inside? Was something coming to get me? Was I safe in this house? 

I went through to the living room, collecting my wine glass and the bottle, and slumped down on the sofa. The curtains were drawn and I felt safe. Safe in my own solitude and safe from the outside. Certainly safe from whatever that was. I flicked on the TV and left whatever was already on, too tired to go searching through the infinite sea of programmes on Netflix. It was some family game show. Family. That got me thinking, distracting me from Mr Grim. Was I a good daughter? Sister? Friend? I thought back to all the memories with my family… weddings, parties, funerals, even. It made me realise how much I’d missed due to being scared of my own shadow at times. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be there, it was that I physically was unable to be. A prisoner in my own mind. It wasn’t long until I started drifting off, too lazy to part with the sofa and go to bed. As my eyelids drooped and felt heavy, there it was again. In the corner. Stood still. Menacingly. A black figure, tall as the ceiling resting against the wall. It had no eyes, but it was definitely watching me. Its silhouette wrapped around me somehow, making my chest feel as though there was a huge weight pounding down on it. I couldn’t move; my muscles were stuck against the fabric of the sofa. I shut my eyes, like a kid hiding under the bed from monsters. What is that? Has my mind completely wondered into the realm of madness or is it real and how do I face it?

*A short story about anxiety and mental health and how our brains process it. The figure is a metaphor for everyday life.*