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...hi would you like to play the villainess in my next plot

Awww D:

That's... really lonely.

:3

I learned while googling it that they changed Queen Frostine to Princess Frostine. THAT DOES NOT EVEN RHYME.

Heh, excellent.

:) What, your plot requires a villainess who's a really messy eater?

I mean come on, you wouldn't be mortally offended if she nibbled on a lost strand of your hair, would you? Is there any real difference between that and culturing a few shed skin cells into something a bit more ... filling?

No, actually it's more comedic, but I always thought Anwei would make a good villainess.

YES I WOULD BE, ACTUALLY, THAT'S REALLY CREEPY XD

Goliath and the life and times of a cat (or other animal).

Made of win;)

/also lazy

-Miku Hinasaki
-Sherry Birkin
-Vindicator Nehaalista
-Tana Moon
-Namira Amell

Billy was normally excited by more difficult projects. They offered an opportunity to test everyone's skill, they kept the group focused, and they were fun. There was just something inherently pleasing about a grand mechanical device finally coming together, wasn't there?

The problem with this particular security project was that it involved lasers. Many, many lasers. And we all know who's attracted by those!

It was an inevitability that Lash would be drawn to their laser tower as if it was a giant magnet. It was also an inevitability that Billy would have to watch her like a hawk, preventing her from tacking on 'extras' and creating quite a monster. But through it all, he never expected just how difficult it would be to keep her out.

When Lash was finally gone for the day (or at least he thought she was), Billy breathed a sigh of relief and began the most delicate phase of the operation: final wiring. This had to be done just right, for any unexpected additions or tripping of the lasers would cause terrible damage to the entire laboratory.

Far too late, he realized that not all had gone well: there was a mountain of...something traveling along the edge of the table. He poked a leg at it, surprised to see that it was the tip of an afro. A very familiar, foreboding afro.

"Lash, what are you doing down there? Your work on this tower was excellent, but I no longer need assistance. We're simply finishing up."

"But you're not finished! You've yet to add the final touch!"

"What final touch?"

"You'll see!"

"No I won't, because this really can't be messed with. Come on, let's give it a rest," Billy pleaded at the grinning-far-too-widely engineer, carefully extracting his hands from his work and reaching for her.

"No, just relax---" And she dodged. He grabbed, and she dodged again. It proceeded in a pattern around the table, Billy cursing under his breath when her dodge placed her at the control panel.

"Lash, please, let's drop this. I'll give you another laser project later!"

But she wasn't buying it. She simply shook her head, smiled, and..."hmm. I love what this button does!"

It was pushed, there was a flash of brightly colored lights, and the lifespan of the Special Weapons Laboratory was ended. Good night, sweet lab.

Uh, that was me. Yeah. Fffff get out of there Heat, I have not apped you yet.

Nima's first impressions of the Avatar group.

Lash is now a star on My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Inexplicably, Jamie abruptly gains all the magical power of his master-in-wizardry.

Nokosi wiped a few sweaty locks of hair from his face as he stood over a small, bubbling cauldron that made up his Alchemy set. A pungent oak smell wafted across the small room, filling it completely despite the open window. Fontaine was next to that window; big, furry head stuck outside and a less than pleased look in his eyes. The wolf glanced over to his occupied companion and growled in annoyance.

"Anytime soon, elf? Most of your concoctions don't irritate my nose as much as this crap does."

"I told you that you should have let me put the scarf around your face. But since you want to make everything difficult, you can just deal with it," Nokosi responded in a muffled voice. He lifted the cauldron and poured the thick, light-brown substance into a small pot.

""It looks like glue," Fontaine said plainly. "Why do you even need this, again? Oh right, you don't."

"But I do! I need a beard, Fontaine. Of this I am absolutely sure!" Nokosi exclaimed with a fierce nod. "I have had nothing but stubble and this whisper of a mustache for years. Decades, even." He pressed a finger against his chin in example. "And all the manliest, bravest, and wisest men have them," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Hrm. Varian Wrynn doesn't have one," the wolf pointed out.

"And all the manliest, bravest and wisest men have them!"

Nokosi cautiously dipped a finger into the cooling liquid. Satisfied, he scooped out the contents of the jar and liberally applied it to his face. "Anyways, let us see if this works."

Fontaine eyed his friend with bewilderment and shook his head, sure that the 'salve' was going to fail. To his ~~amusement~~ astonishment, not only was the brown goop causing his facial hair to grow, it was working better than expected.

"Nokosi." He was trying his hardest not to laugh at the sight of his friend, looking wide-eyed with dumbest expression of confusion and barely restrained glee, as his beard kept growing...and growing...and growing. It was too much to bear and so he slumped against the wall, howling with laughter.

"Fontaine! This is SO MARVELOUS!" He began running his hands through his silky, purple beard that was so long it was coiled on the floor. "What should we do? What should we do?" he almost squealed. "Should I braid it or bead it? In one or a lot? Like Muradin's or Tirion's or, oh! Maybe like Mekkatorque's?" he rambled on. "Wait, wait, first I have to see-"

Nokosi was cut off as he tumbled to the floor, tripping over his own lengthy facial hair. He lay on the ground for a long while; motionless, silent but for a pitiful whimper.

Fontaine ceased his gruff, wheezing laughter for long enough to push his friend's body with a paw.

"Nokosi?...You alright, side-kick? I-" Fontaine pause, staring at his friend as the elf began picking himself off the floor, an ashen hand rubbing his now-patchy, red chin.

Nokosi held up a handful of beard, now cleanly removed from the right side of his red face. "My...my beard...my wiseness and manliness! In only a matter of minutes!" he cried. "Fontaine..." Nokosi said, his eyes misty.

Fontaine sat on his haunches in silence, looking at the overly emotional expression his friend had for something that was so stupid. It was too much.

"No, no, nope. Can't do it!" he exclaimed before dropping to the ground, his growling laughter filling the room.

"Jerk," the elf complained as he reached up and grabbed the dagger sitting on his nightstand.

Much later, Nokosi stood in front of his mirror, once again admiring his new beard. It was much more modest; only a few inches long, but a nice bright blue. Fontaine sat beside him, eyes fixed on the very obvious, very bald circle on his own head between his ears. The wolf's expression was nothing less than eternal displeasure.

"I hate you so much. With the power of a thousand raging dragons."

"Mhm," Nokosi said, twirling the tip of his mustache between his fingers. "Your words mean naught when I look this awesome."

When Mendorn returns some things from the bank to Nehaalista, he also slips her a wink and a note with the days and times he is let off from his shift.

Forewarning: if there's some musical reference in your prompt I'm missing, well...I'm missing it. I'm not so great at reading those things.

Billy woke up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy. He grabbed his glasses, was out the door, gonna hit the City...

Onlookers would see Billy walking arm in arm with Ronnae, the pair wearing new leather outfits and shades (at her insistence). Why, you ask? Because this was their planned day of Fun, and nothing stood in Billy Cranston's way when he was determined to have something. In this case, he was ready to try his hand at a rather exhilarating activity.

What is it? Hang-gliding, of course! It's the next best alternative to actually flying.

Why couldn't they use the Sensoriums?

Why build all those things?

Because it's awesome, that's why, is the gist of Billy's response each time. He exchanges secret smiles and kisses with Ronnie all the way, his gait clearly indicating that he doesn't give a damn about what anyone else might think. One of 'em's even in front of the crew, with hand movements that definitely indicate that the two of them are together.

Leather gives confidence, apparently. With a wide grin, Billy finally makes it to the top of their jump-off point. They strap up, hold hands, and...liftoff. Gliding like that, you learn to see forever.

His favorite part by far is the finale, skimming his hands through the water and touching ground just so. They fold up their gliders together, stand as one, come close, and...there's your supernova. Boom.

Somehow he wasn’t really surprised this was happening. A bit miffed, yes, but not surprised. The Doctor always managed to find something, and he shouldn’t be surprised that this something required breaking into a bank in the middle of the night and stealing some sort of alien doomsday device (Or toaster, he wasn’t sure. The Doctor seemed certain it was harmful and alien, but had been rather vague on the details) while he sat out in the front trying to look bored in a stolen car and not like he was waiting for someone to rob a bank.

Really, the Doctor made his life so incredibly and destructively interesting.

Not to mention he was on the wrong bloody side of both the road and the car, and the suit the Doctor had thrown in his direction was a size too big in the coat and a size too short in the trousers. And itched. Badly.
The car was classic enough that his dad had probably burst into unashamed and inexplicable tears the moment the Doctor had Soniced it into cooperating with him. He was driving a Model T, of all things, really if it wasn’t spaceships it was prehistory, wasn’t it?

He should have been more worried that the Doctor, of all people, had decided they needed a getaway car.

But then, of course, Amy and the Doctor were hurtling towards him at a run, followed by men with guns who seemed rather intent on using them, with the alien doomsday device (or toaster) held in Amy’s arms, and they were very shortly racing for their lives in the general direction of where they had last parked the TARDIS (and they of course didn’t make it before they had to ditch the car, it was rather difficult to drive something that was trying its best to burst into flames.)

He learned that he was glad the trousers were a little short, as they’d somehow ended up in a sewer and the ‘20s in the Americas were apparently not the heyday of public sanitation, he’d lost the coat, discovered there really were alligators in the sewers (he could have lived without that), and managed to help keep the alien doomsday device (or toaster) from phoning home to the mother ship.

“You know, after careful consideration, I believe there are some decades we should just…you know, avoid. Eastern Europe during the black plague, the 1920s in New York, places we’ll probably live longer if we don’t make repeated attempts of visiting them.”

“You’re just grumpy because the alligator ate your coat.” Amy was looking forlornly at her shoes, wiggling muddy (he hoped it was muddy) toes while the Doctor muttered at the toaster.

“I’m glad it just ate the coat.” And not her.

“Eh, yeah. Worse things it could have eaten, I guess. Is it dangerous? That…box-y thing you’re poking at?”

“Only if we let it be.”

That was the least reassuring thing he’d ever heard about an alien toaster.

“Next time, how about you drive the getaway car and Amy and I try to resolve things without men with guns shooting at us?”

The Doctor peered at him, almost smiling, before going back to the toaster. “Rory, Rory, no sense of adventure. Where’s the fun in everything going off without a hitch?”

Risk was a lot let amusing than he remembered it being as a kid. Perhaps it was the fact that he had been involved in a real life version of it, perhaps he was just a little older and more jaded. But it wasn’t as fun.

It was still nice, down time with nothing happening, no great battles or any need to be anywhere. Dean and Sam sprawled on the floor and arguing about the rules. He wasn’t sure what had started the argument, but it had quickly dissolved into bickering.

He was just studying the map, tracing the cost-lines with his mind and mentally superimposing the battle plans he’d seen at the pool on the flimsy game board.

Calculations had long ago become his friend. The world had six billion people in it, a lot of people. Twenty people a day would never get them anywhere, it’d take centuries before they managed take earth. A few hundred people even, so long as the invasion moved slowly, Earth had time far past his life time.

But open invasion would have meant months, rather than years, the world toppling like a crazy game of dominos kicked over by a tantruming toddler. A terrifying eventually, something that they all knew would happen.

“Tom, it’s your turn.”

He grabbed the dice without thinking letting them hit the game board with a thud that almost made him flinch. A game of chance for the fate of the world, now wasn’t that an even more terrifying concept?

Eva finds a box of Marco's baby pictures in W&P

Jamie and Rory comparing battle scars

OR

Jamie and the Doctor: A Day in the Married Life Of

The Doctor has to deal with Amy and Rory as toddlers.

"Och, Doctor, could we not go do something?" Jamie complained. Every morning, it was like this. Jamie would wake up, sure that today they would go off and have an interesting adventure. Fight a few beasties, maybe. Or at the very least go exploring some new planet - even if they did always wind up looking like they were spending time at the bottom of some quarry somewhere.

But lately, it had all been the same. Sitting in the TARDIS with nothing to do while the Doctor fiddled with this coupling or that compressor. While Jamie helped when he was told to, more often than not he found himself sitting in the wobble chair, bored out of his mind.

The Doctor pushed himself out from underneath the console, pulling the goggles he was wearing up onto his forehead. "Now, Jamie, don't fuss so. We'll go to the Sensoriums as soon as I'm done here."

"Ye said that yesterday. And the day before that," Jamie grumped.

"You can always go by yourself, you know," the Doctor retorted, before pulling the goggles back down and disappearing under the console again.

"It's no fun going by myself," Jamie muttered, even though he knew the Doctor likely heard him anyway. With a sigh, he reached into his sporran and pulled out the Omnicomm in an effort to stave off his boredom yet once again. Some honeymoon.

Glad to be of service. I thought it would be interesting to see if I could work it both in. Apparently it was successful. XD

Hee. I'm glad you thought so. :)

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