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So Cass has been telling me about this game...
I got the text from a Warriors comic by Cherivinca ages ago (sadly I can't find a link to the original) and just found out the text is originally from a song in Steven Universe.
I thought it applied pretty well. >:3
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Consider. A Project Hail Mary and Transformers crossover. Bumblebee, Grace, and Rocky all meet up in space to save their homeworlds from astrophage!
Except they all have amnesia.
Bumblebee - His shuttle was attacked by Decepticons, leading to his memory core getting damaged.
Grace - Drugged by Stratt.
Rocky - Repressed memories after watching all his friends on the Blip-A die and then spending years alone.
Silver Linings
This was directly inspired by a post by @pomellon of Eridian Grace! I hope you don't mind, pomellon, but I had to. XD ~~~~
Noise.
Humming and loud and musical and jarring.
His first conscious thought was to cover his ears, but his hands didn’t want to cooperate. He twitched, the scraping of one hand against the floor impossibly loud.
One of the noises rose in pitch, excited somehow. The notes melted and merged together, forming… words?
“Grace? Awake, question?”
There was a long moment of confusion and emptiness that was terribly familiar. The emotions came back to him, fear and loss and a tension he couldn’t feel. Because…
He remembered pain. Sickness. Weakness that pulled him further and further down.
He remembered being days away from dying.
He remembered a risky solution.
A solution that filled him with noise and painted the world in silver.
“Awake, question?”
Rocky sounded impatient. Grace would’ve smiled if he still had the ability to. He tried to respond, but no mouth to smile meant no mouth to answer. Right.
“Grace?”
Worry tinged Rocky’s impatience. He didn’t know if it had worked. Grace had to respond… somehow…
Something in him responded to his desire, releasing a low, nonsensical hum. Rocky responded immediately, waving two of his hands.
“Amaze, Grace! Amaze!”
Grace repeated the sound, trying to puzzle out the new muscles required. Then he returned his attention to the fact that he’d seen Rocky’s excitement.
Eridians could see, of course. Grace had known that from the beginning, but they didn’t need light. It was a kind of sonar, one that he was thankfully using without conscious effort.
Even if it was so loud.
Sound and shape were one now. Shifting sound told him of the shape beside him, rocking excitedly. A larger shape was hunched nearby, and several other shapes moved around, thrumming to each other. An even larger shape arched over them all, unmoving and solid, but also transparent?
Right. Walls meant nothing to Eridians.
Grace reflexively wanted to take a deep, calming breath, but… well, no lungs. A discordant noise escaped him and he felt his limbs twitch erratically.
Could. Could Eridians have panic attacks?
Okay, more important question, how did Eridians deal with panic attacks?!
His claws gouged the stone under him, the screech nearly deafening. His limbs flailed wildly and he felt his carapace rock sideways, knocking against a wall.
“Grace.” Rocky skittered around Grace, his movements blurred. “Calm. You okay, statement.”
Grace tried to accept it. Again tried to take a deep breath, but. Still no lungs. Right.
A terrible wailing rang out, nearly drowning out Grace’s senses. Every Eridian seemed to freeze as one. The wail stuttered, then rose in pitch.
“Grace! Calm!”
That sound was… it was him, wasn’t it? Trying to silence himself, Grace instead flung out a claw, smacking Rocky by accident. Grace tried to apologize, but all he managed was a discordant spurt of noise.
Wait.
Doing his best to block out the movements around him, Grace tried to recreate the noise. He managed it, aware that he probably sounded insane to the Eridians.
Eridians crowded around… was it the door? Grace couldn’t figure out his depth perception, but he thought most of the Eridians were outside. Maybe. They were all murmuring, and Grace had calmed enough to catch a bit of their conversations, namely one word: pebbles.
Pebbles were a nickname Grace had given to the small, young Eridians. The Eridians had picked up on it, and the nickname had persisted.
Right now, the Eridians in hearing were asking about the upset pebble. It took Grace a moment for him to figure out the context, and when he did, he wanted to curl up in a ball in embarrassment.
Grace was the “pebble”. Apparently, he’d been doing the Eridian equivalent of a crying child.
Well. It wasn’t like it was the first time the Eridians had seen him cry, but still.
“Grace calm now, question?”
This time, it was Adrian asking. Grace automatically pushed back on his limbs, trying to turn his body, instead clattering against the opposite side of… the nest?
Yeah, it was a nest. Eridians slept in nests when they weren’t dog-piled in the middle of their houses. Grace wasn’t entirely sure why they did that.
He was getting distracted. Less focus on sleeping habits, more on practical matters. Like how in the world he was supposed to talk. Or stand.
Talking first. He’d managed it somewhat on purpose, and now that he was thinking calmly again, he had to just… do it again.
A noise that was half hum, half squeak came out of him. At least it was semi-intentional this time, even if his attempt at saying “calm” came out closer to the Eridian word for “fall.”
“Amaze, Grace!” Rocky praised.
Grace briefly wished he could at least smile at Rocky before he squashed that desire down. He couldn’t spiral again. Maybe later. But not now.
Grace managed a hum that wasn’t quite words, but it was better than the Eridian version of crying again. He tried to lift himself from the nest, promptly failing. All his joints felt wrong and Grace briefly wondered how he was going to adjust from being bipedal… also, he had five limbs now.
Rocky returned to the edge of the nest with Adrian. With some focus, Grace realized the other Eridians had been shooed out of the room. With a moment’s thought, he remembered the Eridian scientists who had been present for the transfer to make sure it went as smoothly as possible.
Grace briefly wondered if it could have gone any worse before quickly realizing that, yeah, it could’ve gone a lot worse. He chose to not think about that, instead focusing that the experiment had been a success! He’d given up his rapidly failing human body for an Eridian’s body. And, against all odds, it had worked! He was an Eridian!
Oh, fudge, he was an Eridian now. For the rest of his newly extended life, he was an Eridian.
And at that moment, Grace didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry.
-escaping Misbehaver's Way-
Swordtail: Let's bust out of here!
Blue: You mean sneak quietly back out the gate?
Swordtail: -lifting a rock half his size- Absolutely not.
hey i just found you again and your ff and ao3 sites. Im just wondering if you discontinued some of your story’s? I can’t find “Intervening on the Aronnax” which sucks cause i love that story so much. Would love to be able to read it again thanks
Yeahhhh, some of my old stories have been shoved into the closet, unfortunately. I want to eventually revive them all on Ao3, especially Interning because that one was so much fun to work on. But I also haven't had access to The Deep in years, so it's a little sketchy as to whether or not I can still write those characters. (The good news is, Interning is one of the few fics I actually wrote down all my story notes for!)
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Healing Light
Lemme just... just fix this here. Acolyte spoilers below the cut.
It continues!
So the whole story is ending up longer (and more serious, dangit, Osha) than planned, but here's a fun snippet from after Jecki and Yord find Osha. (No idea yet why Darth Teeth just leaves her.) --------------
Jecki shook her head. “We’ll ask Master Sol when we find him. We should return to the ship.”
“You know,” Yord said drily, “With the amount of times someone’s said it’s time to return to the ship, I’d hoped to be there already.”
“You followed me,” Osha said at the same time Jecki said, “You’re the one who chose to go this way.”
Jecki wrinkled her nose. “So, if Osha goes to the ship, would you?”
Yord stared at Jecki, baffled. Osha looked mildly offended, but mostly amused, especially when Yord never answered.
“I’m not going back to the ship,” Osha suddenly said. “It’s probably gone by now, anyway.”
Jecki shrugged. “There’s got to be transmitters in a village. We can call Master Sol and tell him what happened.”
“Because if Mae really has tricked him, she’ll definitely let him turn the ship around,” Yord said.
“He does have a point,” Osha said, tilting her head toward him.
“Well, we can’t just leave Mae on the loose,” Jecki said. “Especially if nobody knows it’s Mae, and thinks it’s you. Who knows who she’ll target next?”
“Or Sol already knows it’s Mae,” Yord said. “He’s got to know it’s not Osha. If he left with her, then he’s got a plan.”
“I think you’re putting too much confidence in him,” Osha said.
“Osha, if you don’t stop insulting my Master, I’ll…” Jecki trailed off.
“Fight for the honor of your master,” Osha said with an extreme degree of seriousness.
“...sure, why not?” Jecki said. “I’m the one with two lightsabers.”
“Show-off,” Osha huffed.
Final update!
Alright, I've finished saving everyone (except Kelnacca, it was too late for him and there's plot reasons) and fixing whatever was going on with Sol.
So! If you want to see Jecki and Yord survive, Osha not be kidnapped, the three of them being chaotic siblings, Yord being mocked mercilessly, accidental Force shenanigans, and Sol not being all ominous and actually explaining, I've got you with this fic.
Yord's Master
I've got a terribly fluffy/angsty Yord headcanon. People like to say Yord's one of Sol's kids because he's one of the few people who doesn't get annoyed by him, so what if it was like that when Yord was a padawan, too? Yord was one of those kids who asked questions all the time, so he managed to come across as both trying too hard and seeming super incompetent/unknowledgeable. His master frequently got tired of him and sent him to the Archives or something, but when Sol found out, he told Yord he could always come to him with questions. So he did, and Sol never got tired of him. Yord took to following Sol around because, even if he wasn't asking questions himself, Sol was usually teaching other padawans/younglings (because, come on, Sol is a kid magnet) so Sol was just this wellspring of knowledge for him. Sol was usually followed by a tail of padawans and younglings, but Yord was always there, clearly hanging onto his every word.
At some point, the Brendok mission was being prepared for, and Sol was told to bring his padawan. Sol, confused, asked what padawan, was told, "Yord, of course!" Sol's too busy trying to figure out if he somehow missed that Yord had been reassigned to him, while Yord's actual master is trying to make himself invisible in the corner.
Needless to say, it continued after Brendok, except Sol was now trailed by his actual padawan as well, both of them full of questions and Sol never running out of answers.
Healing Light
Lemme just... just fix this here. Acolyte spoilers below the cut.
It continues!
So the whole story is ending up longer (and more serious, dangit, Osha) than planned, but here's a fun snippet from after Jecki and Yord find Osha. (No idea yet why Darth Teeth just leaves her.) --------------
Jecki shook her head. “We’ll ask Master Sol when we find him. We should return to the ship.”
“You know,” Yord said drily, “With the amount of times someone’s said it’s time to return to the ship, I’d hoped to be there already.”
“You followed me,” Osha said at the same time Jecki said, “You’re the one who chose to go this way.”
Jecki wrinkled her nose. “So, if Osha goes to the ship, would you?”
Yord stared at Jecki, baffled. Osha looked mildly offended, but mostly amused, especially when Yord never answered.
“I’m not going back to the ship,” Osha suddenly said. “It’s probably gone by now, anyway.”
Jecki shrugged. “There’s got to be transmitters in a village. We can call Master Sol and tell him what happened.”
“Because if Mae really has tricked him, she’ll definitely let him turn the ship around,” Yord said.
“He does have a point,” Osha said, tilting her head toward him.
“Well, we can’t just leave Mae on the loose,” Jecki said. “Especially if nobody knows it’s Mae, and thinks it’s you. Who knows who she’ll target next?”
“Or Sol already knows it’s Mae,” Yord said. “He’s got to know it’s not Osha. If he left with her, then he’s got a plan.”
“I think you’re putting too much confidence in him,” Osha said.
“Osha, if you don’t stop insulting my Master, I’ll…” Jecki trailed off.
“Fight for the honor of your master,” Osha said with an extreme degree of seriousness.
“...sure, why not?” Jecki said. “I’m the one with two lightsabers.”
“Show-off,” Osha huffed.
Healing Light
Lemme just... just fix this here. Acolyte spoilers below the cut.
...I had to. Okay, so I blame @somerandomdudelmao for this one, but you've got to read Marble Sky if you haven't already, because it's GREAT. I like Ward the best so far; he gives me Donnie vibes. XD
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Imagine if puppet-Zelda had shown up in BotW. I mean, angst potential, but all I have in my head is Link and puppet-Zelda showing up where the Champion spirits are.
Urbosa just roundhouse kicks puppet-Zelda. Revali's shooting arrows at it like there's no tomorrow. Daruk smashes puppet-Zelda.
Link runs in, freaking out because that's Zelda and why are they hurting her and Mipha tell them!
Mipha calmly takes Link's shoulders and moves him aside. The other Champions back off as Mipha approaches puppet-Zelda... and proceeds to stab it.
Leo’s Tea (and Pity) Party
Some more Time Hiccups doodles.
So, Master Leonardo survives the Kraang’s attack, but comes out with some major burns and lacking his prosthetic. (And he shouldn’t have anything left of his right arm, but I had a brain fart during the hard line process.) Through a complicated course of events, Leo believes he’s the only surviving member of the Hamato family and gives up.
Mikey, the only Hamato who did die (I’ve got two reasons for that, I’ll explain later-) proceeds to haunt Leonardo. And not be seen, because Leonardo hasn’t taken the time to meditate. And Mikey looks like little Mikey because being a ghost means he can choose what age he looks like~
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Prologue Part one! Part two! Glowy panels are hard on paper. And this is going to be the only part with so many pages because the dialogue and fade-to-black page felt like cheating. XD My Ko-fi!
Prologue Part 1! Part 2! If anyone finds my brain, please send it back, because obviously I’m not thinking if I’ve gone and started an actual comic! -panicked griffin noises- But this ties into this crazy idea, so... let’s go!
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Still messing with my “Leonardo doesn’t actually die because Casey erased the Kraang” idea. Not calling it an AU because it’s canon-compliant~
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Grasping at Straws
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I am even more feral than Donnie about this AU
OP Please make this a fic or idk something I love this idea so much
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---- Taptaptap.
“Quiet,” he told himself. He bit his lip against a snicker. “Quiet means living. I wanna live, we wanna live, just biding our time til it’s time to go.”
“It’s coming soon, isn’t it?” Leo asked.
Donnie just peered at him from his metal nest. His eyes were blinking slowly, like he might go to sleep. But he didn’t sleep. Ever.
Leo couldn’t hold back a short laugh. “Maybe if we go to sleep, it’ll come faster, yeah?”
Another blink.
Leo was rocking. When had he started rocking? But it was quiet, quieter than his fingers tip-tapping against his knees. So he kept rocking, hoping Donnie might join in.
“Any day now, yeah?” Leo said. “What- what day is it, anyway?”
Donnie clicked his teeth, his eyes sliding to the side.
Leo stood and turned in one move. He stared at the metal panel blocking the entrance to their little home. Their hideout. Their little base.
“Should’ve given him a road map,” Leo said with a nervous giggle.
Donnie gave a low hiss.
Leo swallowed another laugh. His eyes were getting blurry, so Leo rubbed them until the tears were gone.
“You think?” Leo asked in a whisper. “They can find us, yeah? What day is it? How long has it been?”
Leo turned sharply and went to the little metal crate in the corner. Donnie watched silently while Leo dug through their meager belongings, eventually emerging with Donnie’s gauntlet in hand. He laughed triumphantly.
Donnie didn’t make a noise. They were safe. For now.
Leo squinted at the numbers frozen on the screen.
“Two hundred and thirteen days,” Leo said.
Leo dropped the gauntlet back into the crate and wandered over to the wall. Lines were etched into the metal in groups of five. Leo counted the groups.
“Donnie, what’s twenty-five times five?” Leo asked.
Donnie stared at Leo, then at the door.
“Boring,” Leo huffed. “I know, anyway. It’s one hundred and twenty-five. Plus the three extra and two hundred and thirteen days before the gauntlet got broken and-”
Leo blinked. How long had he been staring at the ceiling? He gave a little laugh and shook his head at himself.
“Three hundred and forty-one days, Donnie,” Leo said. “Three hundred and forty-one days.” He was rocking again. Down on his knees and rocking, his fingers tapping a faster rhythm. “They’re gonna be here any day now, Donnie. Any day now, I promise.”
Donnie slowly rose. Somewhat. He never stood anymore, not like he used to. He kind of slunk like a cat as he went to Leo and laid down against the side of Leo’s legs. He stretched out one arm, letting it rest in front of Leo.
“It’s going to be okay.” Leo’s hands went from his knee to Donnie’s arm to keep tapping. “I promise, Donnie. We’re going to get out of here. Mikey and Raph and Dad and April are gonna find us. We just have to be patient.”
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...I had to make this joke. XD You can thank @somerandomdudelmao for this one, hehe.
Casey’s kinda fun to draw... in both forms. XD (Oh, and before anyone asks, I don’t think his cloaking “brooch” is his mask, I just had his entire face drawn before remembering that he was supposed to be wearing his mask as well. ‘:D)
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