DragonEyeLost

Skylanders was by far one of my favorite video games growing up. I remember dragging my Mom to the toy aisle for overpriced plastic (imagine if 3D printing was a thing back then, all it takes is one card from each Skylander and Activision wouldn't have made a dime) and my Dad to come fight cartoony villains way too close to the TV screen.

I've been quietly writing fanfic for a little while and recently started a new story under DragonEyeLost on AO3 so I can play with this setting and characters a little longer and, with the content drought since Imaginators released and Ring Of Heros being shut down, I think quite a few people would like to see, too.

Some made up by me and some from places, but all from discord with Piper and the EotC crew.

Depressed drunk Spyro: The most heartbreaking thing about not remembering much of his childhood because so much of it got mentally cut out to make more bandwidth for survival systems trying to process all the stress and expectations and keeping the lights off because lights on means the day is happening but so much energy is already spent

Cynder, Eugenie, and Oscar , without missing a beat: "Mood." knowing damn well George and Adrianna can only handle so many emotional whiplashes before getting their wires crossed.

The George and Adrianna in Question: factory resetting

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"Okay okay, just- run me through exactly what you summoned again." Cynder planted sandy paws to the side of her blocky skull.

"I-I don't know!" Eugenie shivered in the cool air of Cynder's bedroom.

"Exactly!" The fine white powder of her Earthen form rippled like ferrofluid and dissolved into puffs of sand that recollected into her stony body. "I specifically told you not to play with Dark magic and what did you do!?" Her claws parted from her face enough to stare at Jenny with sharp pupils.

Her lip trembled. "You said raw d-darkness wasn't h-half bad, it w-wasn't supposed to do t-t-that!" She clasped her hands on top of each other like she was protecting her heart.

A raw Darkness entity. One that flowed like thick water, yet defied gravity. Something she knew almost nothing about. Even her own version remained tight lipped in the dark corners of her room. Something she might not be able to help Eugenie with. "Why did you think that was a good idea?" Cynder gestured her arms out to all of Skylands. "What went through your head? Did you think this through a little bit!?" Cynder stepped forward on her hind legs. Not jabbing a claw to Eugenie's sternum. Not yet.

Her shining eyes glimmered steely blue. "I just wanted to be like you." Eugenie croaked.

Cyn stepped back and swallowed. Her jaws clenched. As did a deep hole in her chest. Her claws rubbed her eyes and ran down her snout. "No, why would you tell me that!? Now I can't throttle you!"

"Y-You asked!" Jenny almost pleaded. Snapped her arms stiffly to her sides.

"I knoooooooowwwwwwww!" Cynder complained, howling to the ceiling. He claws ran through the gaps in her horns like brushing back hair. "Genie that wasn't skill, that wasn't study, that was dumb luck! The Fucking Crown do you have any fucking idea what these things could be capable of!?"

She was listing off on two talons before Eugenie finished shaking her head. "Either A) That thing, whatever it is, gave you power for a bunch of crystals and gold of random plants, and that's an extremely one-sided deal and both of you know it. Or B) It did this for you, specifically, and didn't elaborate why. You have the most insane plot armor I've ever seen and you wasted it on an eldritch horror I don't understand and I might not be able to help you with it!"

In the meantime, TNM height chart! Cynder (Terror of the Skies)

Adrianna, Spyro, and Cynder (on their hindlegs)

George, Eruptor, and Bruno (they argue all the time, Bruno wears short platforms just to piss him off)

Eugenie

Ryeo

Oscar, King of the Short

Its triangular petals wouldn't be ready for treatment until the short, almost electrical fuzz or quills on their edges had a deep purple tint, but the quills just had to finish developing for the glowing middle pod to be viable. Elfie sluggishly removed the cloth-wrapped icepack pressed to her clammy forehead and precisely plucked the bulb from the middle. Anna flinched like the plant being harvested was her own pain, or a crime, again when she placed the pod between some folds in the wet rag and crushed it. The pink-purple goop popped out like she was holding a water balloon and pressed it back to her forehead. It started seeping into her skin quickly, throbbing headache dulled but restless.

"Summon two or three more of them, then pluck the petals and set them-" Eon started like a grandfather explaining some old computer, but his sapphire eyes caught something down the aisle. Her ear flicked as it barely caught the thud of a painfully unsubtle head flopping against a pillow that ruffled annoyingly with ever minor movement. A large part of the reason she could never get any sleep outside of her very own bed or the advanced medical pods Spyro recently discovered... like a week ago... Only a week!? If this is Splendor we're getting gutted in five months.

Master Eon departed the Life pair with a Misty Step, appearing over the new girl's cot. "Greetings, young Portal Master." His voice carried across the medical hall. She didn't stir at all, and was still bad at pretending to be knocked-out. "We all heard you hit the hay." She croaked. Adrianna's arm creaked a few times as she waved. There remained a delay between her actions and the structure of her plants. For as many times Sy asked for her input on reversing her garden's... integration... they might need to be bound closer, wood wasn't maneuverable and she was not a resilient child.

"What my friend here means is that we won't harm you, we simply need some answers." Eon assured with a smile. Ryeo's bright, flaming eye peeked open. The black pupil was slightly elongated. Far from a sharp, draconic line, but deformed from the perfect circle expected of most Humanoids, especially based off their current entourage. And smelled of smoke, even from here. She reluctantly sat up, nervously glancing to the curtains masking Dreamcatcher. None of them needed to trace her gaze as the voodoo doll's flurry of weak lightning spells and puffs of thick cloud spells. Powers dampened beyond the constant flow of mental pressure and excess of the Dream Realm. Far from worthless, but she was even less a Skylander than when she tried her hand at the ninja.

Eon pulled aside the curtain with a wave of his staff. A haze of sparkles formed a light blue hand around the side and the ring clattered and slid over the metal arc around the bed. Of course, the bed was melted and shattered against the glittering blue bubble's walls. Its locked wheels floated and rebounded across the circumference like bullets as she manifested and discharged powerful electromagnetic fields. Shards of the plastic-ish framework flew and scattered with the many pairs of twisters she tried so badly to summon and push against the Academy creator's magic. Went as well as it could, the man who commanded every Skylander alone and practically raised Spyro wouldn't be so easily overwhelmed.

He winced and silently closed the curtain.

Dreamcatcher maintained her mocking persona as she panicked. Deeply. Desperately. In her mind's eye, she masked the weakening nightmare curse as breaking the other dreams apart. Across the Skylanders' Castle, Roller Brawl woke to the memories collapsing in on themselves. One at a time, other restlessly resting Skylanders and Initiates shifted. Bad dreams imploding. Devoured. All the aeromantic magic poured into them revoked. But there was waste. Transfer imperfect. Practice and study had only been put into casting her fine net. No experience nor understanding of removing it besides the most basic of dispells. All she really accomplished was combining concentration.

Other dreams consumed for her own purposes, Dreamcatcher finalized the failure of gravity. Stealth Elf was ripped upward as the voodoo doll stayed stationary. Complete control restored. A line of exposed stuffing along the side of her jaw. Frayed and weakened threads ripped from the connection of her neck and head. Elf sent flying. Winds rushed and boulders gathered. The dream altered, islands prevented from forming. Didn't allow any significant footing. All it'd take was the Skylander escaping to expose Dreamcatcher, if she hadn't been already. But she'd destroy Stealth Elf before dealing with the fallout. Her hair spread out instead of swirled with the winds. She adjusted a loosened tooth where the dragon tooth had dragged over hers. Fastened by braces. Well-stuffed hands gathered and pushed down a Storm Cloud.

It homed after Stealth Elf as she was slammed between flying rocks. Her shoulders thudded against the thin padding between her shoulder plates. Her jaw slammed against stones as her chest plowed into their bodies. Her hands and feet thwacked against minerals and clumps of dirt. Blood and saliva burst from her mouth in crimson cones as her back was hit. Lungs empty and burning. Spitting blood and wincing at invisible bruising in the real world. Unable to wake and truly handle the threat where her feet could touch the ground and the winds were quiet.

But she couldn't wake up. Twisting mid-air, Stealth Elf managed to kick off one rock and cling to another. Spyro's fangs easily anchored her. Her knuckles turned white again, clinging to her blades and wrapping her legs around the rock for dear life. Her sleeping and dreaming faces twisted in agony. The Air left her chest as easily as it spun. Flowed and whistled like the cracking lightning. The Aspirant cackled anew. Victory assured. Her pyjamas rippled like robes in the strengthening storm. Hilarious tears stung her blank white eyes and washed some of Elfie's blood down her cheeks. Static struck through her dark, stringy hair as she began gathering electricity.

The stitched eyes on her palms blinked repeatedly. Blinking away tears. Watching them boil off her hands as she flowed lightning magic through her arms. The strings binding her wrists and forearms loosened. Her yellow and white sleeves rolled up past her elbows, marked by navy patches. They separated. Wrists stretched out of her forearms. Upper and lower arms departed as her elbow patches were unstrung to the sides. They revealed the large pair of needles in her forearms, along with the needles' eyes, tied by another loop of two wires from her arms that connected to a horizontal coil for her shoulders. The elbow loops faced outward, allowing her greater movement, detailing her Air magic into dual strikes.