is that a fucking racoon
gotta go fast
Didn’t reblog this in a while.
1. Favorite one-off episode of any series.
2. Favorite villain
3. Least favorite “main character” of a show
4. Favorite “sidekick”
5. Character you love to hate.
6. Favorite friendship
7. Friendship that never felt real to you.
8. Favorite wise-guy/jokester…
carmen sandiego was a brilliant woman and master thief who told both the entire world and the time continuum itself to eat shit, she was going to steal goddamn mount rushmore and george washington’s teeth if she felt like it, and i couldn’t really bring myself to be excited over trying to capture her, because i looked up to her so much
It had been sixty days since Ezra had found the small human, and she had learned quite a bit in that time. For one, she had learned that the small human was a girl. She learned that humans preferred food that was hot to food that was frozen, and that their bodies were very sensitive to what they ate. They vastly preferred boar to goat, they got cold very easily, and they loved to watch fire. This one in particular seemed to be completely devoid of fear; she was always running along cliffs and climbing up the cave walls, and it felt like at least once a day that Ezra had to use a Feather Fall spell on the child to keep it from getting hurt. And all the while, Ezra was thinking, planning, trying to figure out how to return the small human to her kind.
It was the longest sixty days of Ezra’s life.
On the morning of Ezra’s sixty-first day with the child, she went out to find a boar, as had become her routine. She hadn’t even reached the forest when she heard a distant shriek, identical to the one that had first led her to the small human. Without a thought, Ezra spun around mid-air and flew back to her den at full speed. Upon reaching the peak next to her den, she landed and peered around, looking for the source of the noise. There, she saw the small human, wrapped in a goatskin, being carried away by a motley group of humanoids. Ezra’s first response was simple anger, but she tamped it down; it made no sense. They hadn’t hurt her, and she deserved to be raised among her own kind.
So why was she screaming?
The largest of them had her in his arms, and she seemed profoundly displeased. She was kicking at his chest, and clawing at his face, and when he tried to push her arms back down, she bit at his metal-clad hand, and gave her deepest, scariest roar.
Ezra was dumbfounded. This wasn’t how humans normally acted at all. But after a few moments of watching, she began to understand. The child wasn’t fighting like a human. She was fighting like a dragon.
With a thundering roar, Ezra launched herself towards the group. She landed hard, and spat forth a cone of frost above the group’s head. They all readied for a fight; the large one quickly set the child down and drew his sword, only to find the child running past the group and behind Ezra’s forelegs. Ezra scooped her up and growled at the group.
"Don’t come back," she growled, and with that, she launched into the air. The child wrapped her tiny arms around Ezra’s wrist and smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing Ezra had ever seen.
Partial inspiration taken from this post