#alterego drabble

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The sun went down for me (an Avengers: Endgame mini-fic)

Spoilers

Thanos has a little conversation with the shadow of young Gamora when he snapped his fingers to wipe out life, so... did Bruce get to see anything?

The pain was more than anything Bruce figured that either he or the Hulk had ever had to face... and Bruce had fallen from fatal heights more times than zero. Obviously, the original gauntlet was made of tougher stuff than anything Tony could build, but what choice did they have? Even if Thor was in any shape to take them to where he got his new weapon, the forge had a good chance of being unmanned at this point, and the Uru was probably all used up. Fighting the overwhelming pain, Banner had one thing to undo by snapping his fingers.

But he wanted to do something else on top of that...

As the reverse-cataclysm was unleashed into the universe, Banner’s mind went somewhere else. He opens his eyes to see himself not as the intelligent Hulk he had become, but as himself, back when he was hiding in India. No green skin, not gauntlet, just himself in a strange, glowing area, and a rickety shack in front of him... the same rickety shack where he met...

“... Nat?” Bruce calls out before running towards the nostalgic setting. “NAT!” He calls as he barges in. She stands facing a lop-sided window to the blinding void beyond them, wearing the same dress she wore when they first met. How easily he was bewitched by that dress.

“Nat! We have all of the stones! We can get you out of here!” Bruce pleads, hoping that she is really there and not just a hallucination brought on by brain damage by way of the iron gauntlet.

“I thought we needed all of the stones to bring back Thanos’s snap-victims.” Natasha responds, not looking at the man she was once able to awaken from his other half’s rampages. “I can’t help you from out there.”

“Well... uhh... maybe you can join them?” Bruce bargains, “Like, maybe after the dusted come back, you can hitch a ride before the door closes? or something like that? I don’t know! ANYTHING! PLEASE!” Bruce loses his composure rather quickly. “We need you.” Even in this plane of existence, Bruce’s tears cannot be withheld. Natasha finally turns around to face the man that held the fate of the universe in his hand... literally.

“Bruce,” the apparition of the once human weapon begins as she approaches. "I know this isn’t how you wanted it to go, but there are more people out there who need Clint than there are that need me. I’ve always been a better weapon than I have been a person. Without an enemy to fight, I’d just be collecting dust. Besides, you.. managed to make peace with your other half, and not all of us can say that.” She looks him in the eyes as she says all of this, but Bruce clearly isn’t buying it. “Big guy...” she had to pull out the big guns now, “The sun already went down for me. Now, I need you to make sure that it rises for everyone else. Okay?” She caresses his now tear-drowned cheek with one hand, her words clearly not quelling his broken heart.

“Hulk... not strongest there is...” Banner sobs, unable to even pretend that this isn’t painful... emotionally or otherwise. He couldn’t let the others see him like this, not now... so it was best to let it all out here.

“I’ll miss you, too, Bruce.” Natasha bids farewell as she rests her forehead against his one final time, before the blinding light of the reverse-snap consumes the illusion of what once was.

“Good bye, Natasha Romanov,” Bruce bids before returning to the spinning head and numb arm of his reality...

He tried to bring her back, but he still brought back what Thanos had snapped away.

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15 minutes into Coco, and all I can think about is “Why have I not seen any El Tigre crossover jokes because of the name Rivera?”

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Last Minute PZPTH Mother’s day drabble.

I came up with it this afternoon before work, wanted to make a picture, but decided that writing it would be easier. (also it is late, I know, but I got sleepy)

Feels under the cut

-The Odyssey, Night

Another day, another mission to another world, another victory for the Dream Team. They had just finished a mission to the Dragon air-force academy

“Oh, man! WHOO! That took forever!” Boone exclaims as he kicks open the doors of the dilapidated movie theatre, allowing himself, Sashi, and Penn to walk out of the building.

“That’s because Sashi would not keep herself away from Blaze,” Penn jokingly complains. 

“Hey!” Sashi retorts, pulling Penn down to her eye-level by his chainmail undershirt, “His mother went missing, and I was comforting him. YOU try being in the best of sorts when your mo---!!!” Sashi stops herself mid-syllable when she gets one look at Penn’s “are you seriously about to say that?” face. “Oh...” her face turns pale with embarrassment, for she forbids herself to blush. “Sorry about that, Penn...” She apologises as she lets go of her leader’s shirt, “especially with tomorrow being...”

“It’s cool, Sash,” Penn sighs, “Just... uhh ... just make sure that you get your mother something nice. Or, you know, do something nice for her,” Penn adds as he straightens his shirt out, “you too, Boone,” Penn addresses the team wiseman.

“Way ahead of you,” Boone brags as she shows Penn a receipt for a day-spa, “She has been meaning to get her roots done.”

“Well, see ya later, PZ,” Sashi awkwardly bids farewell as she and Boone walk home, leaving Penn alone to just sit on the edge of the sidewalk and dig through his backpack to find a folded up, pink card.

Once his card had been taken out of his backpack, he uses his MUHU to call up his parents in The Most Dangerous World Imaginable. It takes a few rings for them to answer, but soon enough a holographic image of them is projected in front of the teenaged redhead, showing his parents in a Dark Cave. His mother is the only one visible in the image however.

“Hi sweetie,” his mother, Vonnie Zero, greets him gleefully.

“Hi mom,” Penn greets, with an air of worry, “Where’s dad?”

“Oh, well, we ate the meat of a lava-shark earlier and, well, it didn’t exactly agree with him, so he decided to spare me on that one.”

“Vonnie!” Brock Zero, Penn’s father, calls out from a distance, “Is that Penn?! Tell him I said hi! Also, don’t give him any details about-- OH GOOD LORD THIS IS AWEFUL!! WHY DID WE TRY COOKING SOMETHING THAT CAN SURVIVE FLIPPIN’ LAVA!?!! INCLUDING THE FLIPPING LAVA!?” Vonnie and Penn share an awkward giggle at Brock’s discomfort.

“Anyway...” Penn fiddles with the card in his hand, “I just wanted to show you this,” He unfolds the card to reveal a paper-cutout collage Penn made earlier, “Happy Mother’s day,” It was a recreation of the first time Penn made a mother’s day breakfast for his mother; He was four, he tried to make pancakes for her... his intentions outweighed the consequences, to say the least. “I, uh, know that it isn’t until tomorrow, but... after the mission I had today, I would be too depressed to show it to you tomorrow.” he explains.Regardless, the effort and sentiment of the put into the card is enough to bring Vonnie to tears.

“Oh, sweetie,” Voonie chokes out, fighting back tears in her eyes, “Come here, you!” She opens out her arms as if to invite him in for a hug, to which Penn obliges. He leans into the projection in an attempt to hug his mother back, only to just be wrapping his arms around empty air filled with a light projection, o what he wouldn’t give to be able to share a real hug with his parents again, especially a bone-crushing one. At this point, he didn’t even mind the sounds of his mother planting kisses on his temple... or she would be if she were actually there in person, so she instead acts it out against the hologram screen.

At one point during the exchange of mother/son affection, Penn’s eyes wander towards the restaurant next door, Fish Stick on a Stick, to see Rippen and Larry standing outside the front door, apparently having seen the whole thing, which causes the Zeros to freeze in their actions.

“Uhh... how long have you two been...?” Penn begins to ask.

“NO! LARRY’S CRYING!!” Rippen fights back a sob as he and Larry look on with eyes welling up with tears.

Happy Belated Mother’s day

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How I think Yellow Diamond’s Introduction will play out

Based on the post explaining that she might be willing to let Peridot die.

Set-up:

Peridot (Who is undergoing some destabilisation at the moment) has managed to link a Gem-communication device to an earth radio-tower. Steven and the Crystal Gems are nearby, but don’t interfere because Peridot has Connie hostage in an energy-cage.

Peridot nervously fiddles with the settings until she finally has a visual of Yellow Diamond.

“HA!! FINALLY!” Peridot exclaims excitedly, “YELLOW DIAMOND!!”

“Oh, Peridot,” Yellow Diamond states un-excitedly, “You’re still alive?”

“Barely!” Peridot answers, “I’ve been stuck on this planet for months! The crystal gems keep interfering with my work! I’ve been hunted like an animal! Yellow Diamond, they took one of my FEET for crying out loud! Not to mention that I have no idea what happened to Jasper or Lapis Lazuli! On top of all of that, the homeworld warp is beyond repair! I NEED HELP!!” At that last plea. her physical form began to flicker. All the while, Yellow Diamond looks on, unphased.

“A rescue party would be an unwise course of action.” Yellow Diamond declares, earning gasps from the Gems, Connie, and Peridot.

“What?! Why?! I’ve done everything I needed to!! I sent you the data on the cluster in the Kindergarten!!” Peridot pleas.

“Exactly, you have done your job,” YD answers. “And as your many reports have proven, any gem technology that enters Earth’s atmosphere has a tendency to be destroyed.”

“But-b-b-but...” Peridot’s stability is hanging on a thread at this point.

“Besides, Jasper was one of my best soldiers, and you manage to lose her. Thank you for your contributions to our cause.” Yellow Diamond states before hanging up, leaving a speechless Peridot to involuntarily free Connie as her physical form finally disintegrates, leaving her gauntlets, visor, and boots to fall to the ground as her gem falls through the dust-cloud that was once her body.

Before it hits the ground, Steven catches it and bubbles it. There is an air of silence around the area.

“You deserve better than that,” Steven declares as he teleports the bubble to the chamber in the temple.

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RC9GN: Mother son conversation.

After I had the headcanon that the Art Teacher is actually Randy’s mom, I eventually eventually thought “Wait a minute, how could her being a teacher work if he is always getting in trouble at school?” Well, here is a fic to verify how I think it might have went down.

Summer was dwindling to it’s final days before Randy Cunningham started his first year of high school. However, he spent the whole summer playing Grave-Puncher with his bestie, Howard, who wasn’t there that particular morning because he had to do a thing with his family... in fact, Randy was doing a thing with his family that afternoon as well. At least, his mother decided to spend her lunch-hour at home this afternoon with him to... “talk”. It was most likely about the fact that he would be going to the school that she works at,

He was thumbing through his video games when the sound of the front door opening and the smell of PJ McFlubbuster’s caught his attention.

“Randy!” His mother called from downstairs, “I’m ho--” Randy was immediately at the front door to close it, help his mother too the kitchen, set the table for two, and have her seated before he eagerly took his seat.

“Well,” his mom chuckled as she put both take-out boxes on the table, “Either you really want to have this conversation or you really want your lunch.” Randy puts a grin on his face in an attempt to be polite.

“Thank you in advance for lunch, mommy,” Randy attempts innocence. His mother smirks a bit before she opens one take-out box to reveal a McFlub-Burger, and the other to reveal a McFlub-wrap. She takes her wrap and passes Randy the burger. “Thank you, mommy!” He’s about to reach for it but she closes the box from across the table. He looks up to see her serious-face... not the “mad-at-him” serious, but the “this-is-important-so-please-listen-to-me” serious. He slumps back into his seat, not breaking eye-contact with her.

“You remember why I wanted to have lunch with you?” She asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Because... we don’t spend enough time together?” He jokingly responds.

“Well... that... and I needed to clarify a few things about your new school. Particularly regarding my involved at said school.” She explains.

“Okay,” Randy answers nervously, fearing the worst... and she realised that. She took a deep breath before continuing.

“Don’t worry, honey,” She assures, “I’m not going to set any unrealistic standards about your grades or behaviour.” Those words made Randy lift himself up so that he was sitting properly and with confidence.

“Oh... really?”

“Of course I won’t.” She continues, “I mean, i would like it if you kept yourself in check and get good grades... but that is kind of related to what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh.”

“You see, I’m just an art teacher there,” she explains, “So... I can’t really pull a lot of strings to bump up your grades if they drop below a certain line.” She opens the box to let Randy claim his burger. “Even if I could, I wouldn’t. The reason being is because high-school is the point in your life where you’re supposed to establish your independence. Which... if I may say, is pretty okay.” Randy grins at his mother’s compliment. “That being said, If I just handed you good grades in my class alone, that would not only get me fired, but it would also earn you animosity over the rest of your classmates. Same can be said over be bailing you out if you get in over your head. Do you understand?” Randy, now with a mouth full of burger, nodded his head in understanding before swallowing.

“Don’t worry mom, I get it.” He answers, “Kinda like how Bash Johnson used to pick on everyone in daycare because his mom ran the place.”

“Yeah well... let’s just say at least in this environment he gets detention for his... ‘antics’.” Ms Cunningham nervously chuckles before biting into her wrap.

The two of them eat silently for a moment, Randy lost in the flavours added to his flavourless meat, while the proud mother looks at her son with  tears in her eyes.

“Ohhh,” She wells up as she reaches across the table, “My little boy is growing up and going to high-school!” She hugs him with maternal abandon, practically smothering him in her bosom. “Oh, it feels like it was only yesterday you were losing your baby teeth!” She begins to week hysterically with prime.

“Oh, come on, mom!” He mumbles, his words muffled by her sweater, “Can you at least promise that you won’t do this to me while where in school?” She immediately lets him go and sits back down.

“You’re right,” She sniffles as she regains her composure, “You’re right.” She takes a deep breath. “I promise you that I won’t do any of that when we’re both on campus... especially in the same classroom.”

“Really?” Randy checks, a bit confused.

“Well, if a mom who bails you out is enough to earn you enemies, you won’t get that many friends if I keep my mom-mode on during school hours.” She explained.

“Oh, thank cheese...” Randy sighs. “So... does that mean you won’t call me any of my nicknames, hug me over-dramatically, mention anything that comes from our baby albums, or put sticky notes in my locker and/or lunch?”

“No, only school appropriate PDA, no, and only if it is truly urgent.” Ms Cunningham assures, “Hey, I may be a parent, but I remember what having a parent was like growing up, and I don’t want to become something you don’t want to remember from high school.” She finishes her wrap as he finishes his burger. “That being said,” She added after gulping what was left of her wrap, “My office door will still be open for you if you need a hug.” She finishes with a warm smile.

“Thanks, mom.” Randy gets up from his seat, “But I think I’ll take my hugs at home. I mean, not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but...”

“I know, ‘mamma’s boy’ is not a flattering yearbook nickname.” the two of them share a nice, warm hug. “But, if it helps, I’ll try to keep you from getting expelled if it comes down to it.”

“Deal.” Randy responds. The two of them cleaned up from their lunch.

“Well, I better get going,” She stated as made her way to the door. “Finish those math worksheets I gave you and we can have Spaghetti-and-meatball subs tonight.” She called out.

“Deal. Love you, mom!” Randy called out as he went back upstairs

“Love you too, sweetie.” She responded before leaving.

When Randy walked back into his room, satisfied from his lunch and conversation with his mother, he noticed a mysterious box on his table, marked with a golden 9-shaped symbol on top of it, not noticing the man in a 10-gallon hat leaving his room...

The end.

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FUNKY FLOW aaaand. watching a tv show together. or talking about another cartoon pairing from your list hahaha

Assuming that this is a Drabble request,

For my first Volunteer: Funky Flow and TV

“Wow Steven!” Connie started excitedly as Steven plugged the TV back in, “I can’t believe that you got your TV privileges back 999 years early.”

“I know, right” Steven replied excitedly. “But I still wish we got to see the rest of Under the Knife.”

“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

They both took their seats in front of it before turning it on. Steven began flipping through the channels, but all he could find were commercials and reruns. Their enthusiasm soon began to sour.

“Connie?”

“Yes, Steven?”

“Do you want to read more books instead?”

“Definitely.”

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Fowlham: Affectionate

Short, One-shot drabble.

Rated: G

Author's note: This is set in an AU in which Theresa are dating, and Theresa knows that Randy is the Ninja... but he doesn't know that she knows.

-Norrisville High, Afternoon.

The Ninja was battling the robot of the week in the school's parking lot. This week's model is a mechanical bull-headed centaur, constantly charging at the ninja with it's horns, or shooting fire from it's nostrils. 

From the windows of the actual school building, the students watch in awe as their hero fights the latest oddity to attack their school. However, Theresa Fowler seems to be the only student that is freaking out whenever the Ninja takes a blow.

Unbeknownst to the other students, she learned the Ninja's true identity as Randy Cunningham, her crush-turned-boyfriend, and has since kept that information to herself, especially from Randy, out of fear that Randy will think that she is only interested in him because he is the Ninja. Regardless, she still worries whenever she sees the ninja in peril, knowing now that if the Ninja is wasted, so is Randy.

Howard, on the other hand, didn't seem as worried.

"HAHAHA! YEAH!! Give it to 'im!" He yells over the crowd.

"You are talking to the ninja, right Howard?" Theresa asks.

"Meh," Howard shrugs.

Back outside, the Mino-Centaur is dishing out some major punishment to the Ninja, all of it making Theresa flinch, until the Ninja finally uses his hydro-hand to douse the fires in it's nostrils, and proceed to dice it's legs and head of with his sword.

"HAHA!!" The Ninja proclaims as he stands atop the pile of the robot's remains, "I am Ninja, and you are glue!"

Awkward silence.

"I don't even know how to respond to that zing!" Bucky yells from the distance.

"Ugh, I regretted it the minute I said it." The Ninja proclaims, "Smokebomb!!"

The students cheer on as the Ninja disappears in a cloud of red smoke. That was Theresa's cue to find Randy, which she did when she saw a flash of red lights come from a nearby locker. 

As soon as he walked out of that locker, she threw herself to him without a second thought, and began kissing him on every part of his face her lips could reach; lips, nose cheeks, chin, her kisses were akin to the business-end of a machine-gun in that she did not care where she was kissing as long as it was on his face.

"Whoa-ho*mhp*-ho, Theresa, you sure ar*mmphh* affectionate this--HMMP!" Randy's words were interrupted when Theresa wrapped her legs around his waist and planted a high-calibure kiss on his lips.

"Don't ask!" She belted out before boing back to what she was doing, forcing Randy's back onto the locker.

The two begin giggling into each other's mouths when Principal Slimovitz walks by.

"Need I remind you to that the PDA code of '04 clearly states that...!"

Theresa lowers one of her legs so her foot is touching the ground again.

"Oh, well okay then, carry on." Slimovitz finishes as he walks on.

Stevens and Flute-Girl walk past the two.

"How come you're never that affectionate?" Flute Girl interrogates Stevens through her slurred speech.

Howard and Debbie just stare wide-eyed at the affection going on between them,

"What is it about Ninja-fights that make her so affectionate?" Debbie inquires.

"I'm just worried about the shoob who uses that locker." Howard shrugs off before walking away.

Debbie just sneers at the two love-birds before scoffing at them.

"Get a room you two."

-Later, Debbie's editing office.

Debbie tries to write for her online newspaper, but cannot concentrate with the loud make-out session happening behind her.

"I... asked for that, didn't I?" she inquires.

"Mm-Hmm," The two, purple-haired dorks answer with their lips still attached.

-The end.

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Fowlham: Practice

Word prompt for youve-doomed-us-all-jerk

(Takes place in a future AU where Randy and Theresa are in their late 20's and married... and Randy is a cop)

-Norrisville General, Afternoon.

Lt Randal Cunningham, wearing his uniform under a large overcoat, stands by the side of his 6-months-pregnant wife, Theresa, holding her hand as the female, brunette, glasses-wearing doctor runs the ultrasound microphone over her gel-coated baby-holding-belly. The scanning waves of the ultrasound show up on the monitor, revealing Randy and Theresa's soon-to-be baby.

"Oh... my... juice," Theresa whimpers happily with tears in her eyes. "Look at that, or baby!"

"I know." Randal replied just as happily, "I can't believe we're going to be parents in... how many months again?"

"By the looks of things," The Doctor commented, "Less than three months."

The Cunninghams gasp, and Theresa squees as the information, "OhMyJUICE!! We still need to pick a name for him."

"Or her," Randal adds.

"You do know that I can check right now, if you want," The doctor chimes in.

"Oh, we want it to be a surprise," Randal answers, "It makes the whole announcement of boy or girl more meaningful,"

"Meh, It's your medical bill." The Doctor shrugs off.

"As long as we don't name it after Howard in any way... no offence" Theresa jokes.

"None taken," Randal retorts, "I promised the chief that I'd never name my kids after anyone I ever arrested... which actually narrows down our choices by a lot. Regardless, I know what I am going to call you when the baby is born."

The room falls silent, save for the medical equipment.

"Don't you dare say..."

"Mother Theresa" Randy finishes.

Theresa shakes her head in amused annoyance, the doctor rolls her eyes, and on the monitor, it looks like the unborn child actually facepalms.

"Oh, come on!" Randal Chuckles, "It's not like anyone didn't see that coming. Besides, If I don't practice my dad Jokes now,  they'll be legitimately terrible as opposed to intentionally terrible."

The Doctor just glares at Randal with a familiar gaze of disdain, then she looks at the monitor with the baby on it.

"Baby, your dad is an idiot."

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The end.