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Masterlist

Cookie Run

A Sunken Treasure

Lilac’s Sting

Love in a Cage

Sugar’s Curse

The Gazes of a Shadow’s Eyes

A Bittersweet Reunion

A Winter’s Fever

A Father’s Love

Fall of a King, Rise of a Beast

Nest of Snakes

A Father’s Day

A Bitter Beginning

A Pearl’s Wrath

A Beast, but still a Father

Golden Rulers

One Moment

Meeting for the first time

Tower visit

A Day Off

A Burning Affection

A Royal Pup

Dimmed Light

Power Rangers

A Blast to the Past!

Ninjago

A Broken Brother

Fixing the Broken

An Icy Secret

A Slow Day

#cookie run kingdom #power rangers #ninjago #Oneshots #stories #masterlist

freshie-owo

Piece by Piece - Ch 18

Tengen puts his foot in his mouth. Zenitsu is reminded starkly of his "failings." Nobody has a good time.

freshie-owo

Piece by Piece - Ch 18

Tengen puts his foot in his mouth. Zenitsu is reminded starkly of his "failings." Nobody has a good time.

kray-zay

Designs for a transformers horror au fic I started writing but prob will never finish, idk maybe one day.

Cliffjumper and Bumblebee While on a mission together Cliffjumper ends up destroying 2 soundwaves cassettes. Soundwave doesn't know which of the two did it, but no matter he decides that to make up for his two lost cassettes he will use the two minis responsible to make new ones. Physical and psychological horror ensue as Cliffjumper and Bee have to adapt to their now altered frames and new cassette programing, dealing with trying not to lose themself to soundwaves influence while also finding out that they aren't the first of soundwaves cassette to originally be autobot. also Cliff feeling real guilty for getting them into this mess.

also soundwave gives them new names, Because they are not those bots anymore they are his new little cassettes not matter how much they may say otherwise, they will come around, they always eventually do, this is not his first time dealing with new cassettes that fight their new role,

freshie-owo

Piece by Piece - Ch 18

Tengen puts his foot in his mouth. Zenitsu is reminded starkly of his "failings." Nobody has a good time.

thedarkcircuswritings

Burgh or Witstrom finding a Team Skull kid member with a Wimpod or Salandit causing trouble in the city but they see them stand up against Team Plasma/Flare, and they try to get them back on the right track by trying to mentor them.

Wikstrom thought of his duty to quell any wrongdoers, even in a region not of his own... Pasio was crawling with various teams trying to cause a ruckus, after all, and he would rather have it dealt with without letting them make this fine place a ruin. It was simply more of a surprise that Burgh wanted to help out too, but he had claimed it to help him get inspired for future creative pieces. No matter the motive, though, Wikstrom was very much appreciative. Neither were quite prepared, though, to see two members of a different team fight with one another... Sure, part of it was to be expected, mostly with high-tension groups having different moral philosophies, but that also meant having two different teams together was even more jarring, just like what was happening now: a member of Team Flare and a member of Team Plasma, both ganging up on a Team Skull kid in some sort of double battle. Wikstrom was about to interfere, but Burgh stopped him. It allowed the Elite 4 member to listen to the kid's words... Seems like he was very much opposed to the other's ideals and was actively pointing out their flaws, but of course, neither of the opposing teams would listen. Despite it being two against one, the kid managed to win with their Salandit and Wimpod, and the members both swore their revenge before going away. Finally done with the battle, the Team Skull member sighed in relief, thinking they were alone before spotting Wikstrom and Burgh at the sidelines at last. They were about to try and ready themselves for another battle, but Wikstrom stopped them. "Your battling prowess is quite impressive, young one. How about we help heal up your Pokémon, and we can talk about what happened for a bit?"

kyunmei

new son

radish-breath

reblog if your back is also killing you

cryrosaur

pls bring him all the sake daikon in the world

shubbabang

dark-wizard-guy-fieri

context (via @mellorocket)

chimthecappy

doubly funny that I saw a compilation of all the corporate accounts like "aw thanks elmo, we're doing well" meanwhile all the flesh and blood real human people are extremely not okay

artistefish

Okay but Elmo had actually the best and sweetest response to all this trauma dumping:

And then all the other Sesame Street character accounts joined in:

And now I’m thinking maybe we’re gonna be okay… 💗

(Comment compilation from this Twitter)

aqueerkettleofish

I kinda feel for the poor person running Elmo's Twitter.

"So, boss... I may have messed up."

"What did you do, Ray?"

"Well, I made a post for Elmo saying 'Hi, how's everybody doing?'"

"I mean, that's kind of what we pay you for."

"Yeah, but.... <sigh> it turns out pretty much everyone is hanging on by a thread, badly enough that they needed to tell Elmo."

"Oh."

"God help me, boss, I think Elmo needs to be there for them."

"Get the others."

shu-of-the-wind

this is the energy that jim henson would be proud of.

anna-neko

and important addition

Source: instagram

snowysoul-squrirel

Always reblog this. Elmo and his friends will be there in your times of trial and doubt, to help you through your torment

bakedbakermom

if you ever find yourself writing fanfiction and thinking "this is too indulgent" that is the devil talking and he can go ahead and shut the fuck up

lintufriikki

it's december already

The Fenton Family Vacation...Gone Wrong

The Fenton RV, affectionately nicknamed the “GAV” by Jack, sputtered and coughed as it limped into Arcadia Oaks. "Are you sure this is the right place, Dad?" Danny groaned, clutching his stomach. The GAV’s 'innovative' suspension system wasn’t agreeing with his Stomach.

Jack Fenton, oblivious as ever, beamed. "According to my GPS, powered by pure scientific genius, this is Arcadia! Said to have stunning natural beauty!" Jazz, ever the voice of reason, consulted the map. "Dad, Arcadia Lake is in Oklahoma. We seem to be in... Arcadia Oaks, a small town in California."

Maddie hummed. “Well, a change of scenery is nice. Let's find a motel. A good night's sleep and we can explore."

As night fell, strange occurrences rippled through Arcadia. Glowing Green portals appeared in the canals, and the air crackled with unnatural energy. Danny, unable to sleep, felt a familiar tingle. "Ghost activity," he muttered, slipping out of the motel room and transforming into Danny Phantom.

Meanwhile, Jim Lake Jr., armed with the Amulet of Daylight, patrolled the streets. It sensed something strange, an energy unlike anything it encountered before. Rounding a corner, he saw Danny Phantom battling a glowing, spectral figure.

"Whoa!" Jim exclaimed, drawing his sword. "Trollhunter to the rescue!" He charged, swinging Daylight at the ghosts, momentarily distracting it. Danny, surprised, turned to see a kid with blue armor battling a ghost. A kid with a sword? What is going on?

The ghost, enraged, blasted a wave of energy at Jim, sending him sprawling. Danny reacted instantly, shielding Jim with an ectoplasmic shield. "You alright?" he asked, hovering cautiously.

Jim, scrambling to his feet, stared. "You... you're a ghost? But you're helping me?"

"Long story," Danny replied. "This is my job. Mind telling me why a kid is running around with a magic glowing sword?"

Before Jim could answer, they heard a yell. "Danny!?" Jack Fenton charged towards them, armed with a Fenton Thermos. "A ghost! And he's got our son! To the GAV!”

Panic flashed across Danny's face. "Uh, We gotta go!" He grabbed Jim, flew them behind a building, and quickly reverted to his human form. "Ok Look," Danny said breathlessly, "I'm Danny. I’m Half-Ghost and My parents are... ghost hunters slash scientist. I know Ironic, And they're very, very enthusiastic. And I’ve haven’t told them anything, And you...?"

Jim, equally confused, quickly deactivated his armor. "Jim. Jim Lake Jr. and My mom can't know about the Trollhunting thing, or she'll freak out, and find a way to ground me and my mentor."

Danny nodded grimly. "So, we both have crazy secret lives to protect from our parents. Great." He sighed. “Looks like we’re going to have to work together." The ghost was still out there. His parents were still hunting. And now, he was stuck in Arcadia with a kid wielding a magical sword. This was going to be a long vacation.

#danny phantom #trollhunters #jim lake jr #danny fenton #crossover #oneshot

Mini-Dinos

Tommy Oliver, had finally cracked it. Months of late nights fueled by lukewarm coffee had culminated into his greatest success, a small machine into size and shape of a disk. A triumphant grin splitting across his face. “Behold, team,” he declared to a curious Ethan James (Blue Ranger) and Kira Ford (Yellow Ranger) who were loitering in the Dino Lab, “the Zord miniaturizer!” Kira, perpetually skeptical, squinted. “So… our colossal robotic dinosaurs can fit in our pockets now?” Tommy beamed, demonstrating by shrinking the Tyranno Zord to the size of a particularly aggressive hamster. A tiny, metallic roar emitted from the once giant. Ethen, clapped his hands. “This is amazing, Tommy! Imagine the stealth missions!” However, the reality of pocket-sized Zords quickly devolved from tactical brilliance to utter pandemonium.

*Time Skip*

Conner McKnight (Red Ranger), started to play with his Tyranno Zord – which had a penchant for biting ankles – The Pterodactyl Zord now the size of a small cannery had developed a taste for dive bombing at their heads. Meanwhile, Ethan with his Tricera Zord that was no larger than a well-fed corgi, was locked in a bizarre standoff with it over a dropped screwdriver, the miniature Zord stubbornly refusing to yield its prize.

The Dino Base, once a place of peace and quiet, had become a miniature menagerie of Dino mayhem. The Tyranno Zord, now on the loose, was making a valiant attempt to scale a ventilation shaft, its tiny claws scraping against the metal with alarming ferocity. The Pterodactyl Zord, having escaped Conner’s grasp, was performing aerial acrobatics that defied gravity and common sense, occasionally dive-bombing the rangers’ heads. Ethan’s increasingly desperate pleas for his screwdriver. Tommy, watching the chaos unfold, felt a cold dread creep into his usually unflappable demeanor. He’d intended to minimize Zord storage, not unleash an army of pocket-sized, highly unpredictable mechanical beasts. The Bronto Zord, in a moment of particularly vexing independence, had managed to activate its miniature plasma cannon, firing a tiny, but surprisingly potent, energy bolt that vaporized a half-eaten sandwich on Ethan’s workbench.

As the Tyranno Zord finally tumbled from the ventilation shaft, landing with a miniature, indignant clatter at Tommy’s feet, he knew he was in for a long, long time of managing his team’s Zords. The Tricera Zord, having won its tug of war battle, was now enthusiastically gnawing on the screwdriver’s handle. The sheer absurdity of the situation was overwhelming. Tommy Oliver, veteran Ranger and master strategist, was now the reluctant zookeeper of Zords that he had created, each miniature behemoth possessing a will of its own and a remarkable talent for disruption. He sighed, a deep, weary sound. “Well,” he muttered, as the Pterodactyl Zord executed a perfect, albeit tiny, loop-de-loop around his head, “at least we’ll never have to worry about Zord parking again.” The future of the base had just become significantly more complicated, and Tommy had a sneaking suspicion that this was going to be a far greater challenge than shrinking them in the first place.