Danger Mouse-If There Was A Mountain To Move


Ah the supermarket, where frantic shoppers go to restock the contents of their fridge back at home, and it is here we find the world’s busiest secret agent.

“Let me see…OJ, OJ, OJ…ah, Purple Stuff” said DM as he popped the large container at the front of the trolley besides the boxes of cereal and French loafs.

He reached the frozen foods aisle, and a pang of nostalgia shot through his heart as he stared at the range of Melted licensed offerings.

Bumpsidaisy Burgers

He reached out to grab the item; he stared at the imagery, thinking back to the obsessions his friends had with the franchise, and reflecting on what this particular character the food was branded on meant to him.

A time where he had given a girl a bedazzling waltz that enabled him to save the world.

Another hand swiftly attempted to grab the item from his hand, their fingers nimbly overlapping over one another as the struggle to attain control of the box began in earnest.

“Hands off you, I called first dibs”

“And I’ll just call you a dib” came a familiar voice.

DM peered down to find the person on the other end clutching the box was Dawn, the girl he had shared magic with under the Northern Lights.

Here they stood now, grasping the box, looking over it to catch the expressions conveyed in their three eyes, two for Dawn, one for Danger Mouse, both wondering if their experience in the chilling cold could stir up warm emotion within them both now.

Surely that experience couldn’t have been for nothing? DM thought.

He could sense there was something more to the timeless child that stood before him, he’d seen her at her most selfish as well as at her most vulnerable, but that day he danced with her, the day they put both of their bodies through a wondrous motion, was the first time he had seen her at her most submissive.

She had learned to let go, to seal the cracks she had admitted to have seen within herself, and reflected that attitude through the pristine reflection of a mind, heart and soul at peace.

Something changed in him that day too, he had waited forever to find something to stir the song within his own soul, after years of falling victim to nerves, and Dawn had brought that courage to the forefront.

It could not have been for nothing, he knew it, and she must have too.

DM sighed, handing her the box.

“Here” he said.

Dawn gave him a sour look and looked for the expiration date, thinking DM was only letting her have the burgers because they’d gone off.

DM tried to provoke some small talk, in the hope he could break through the icy demeanour of the child nemesis and get to know her a bit better in this form, fearing at the same time she could turn to her teenage form and use her powers for destructive ends, bringing the whole of the supermarket crashing down on the teeming shoppers that populated it.

He had to be careful about it.

“I see you’ve changed your mind about Melted” he said, referring to how she never wanted to watch the movie again after their dance.

“These are the only burgers I happen to like in this wretched city, the branding doesn’t mean anything”

“I see, so there’s nothing there then? Maybe a film doesn’t matter all that much as you get older, which would, in your case, only be handled within a matter of seconds”

“No, a movie doesn’t matter” said Dawn, surprising DM with a swift clasp of her one free hand, she pulled at his arm, forcing his face to meet her height, and she clasped one side of his cheek softly

“The experience does” she says, kissing him on the nose.

“You turned that on rather rapidly” DM said, blushing ever so slightly.

“You can’t hide what you mean from me Mouse, you wouldn’t be standing here trying to get me involved in mushy grown-up talk, you’d be alerting your silly side-kick and that plucky back ended Professor to what I was doing looking for a way to stop whatever it is I was doing”

DM gave her a smug glance, he found Dawn’s ability to grasp the obvious a strong compliment to her character, it certainly put her in a league of her own, far beyond his other rivals and enemies, even friends.

Whether or not she was a friend in this instance was another matter entirely.

“Where’s Snuggle?” said DM, knowing Dawn’s friend, protector and caretaker could not be far behind.

“At the arcade machine, a driving simulator, he’s keeping my seat warm” Dawn replied.

“How’s he doing? I’ve never known him to drive”

“Oh he’s not playing the game, he’s just pretending to until I get back with some change to put in the slot”

“Do you have any?”

“No, so if I can’t play before I leave, nobody else is, I’ll have Snuggles smash it to pieces before we go”

“But who’d pay for that?” said DM.

“They all pay eventually” Dawn replied, letting out a cruel giggle.

“I believe in this instance, you can’t hide what you mean to me either” said DM.

“So what do you intend to do about it?”

“Care to flip a coin?” said DM, producing five pence from one of his suit’s pockets.

Dawn gasped, and swiftly grabbed it.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you” she said, giving the mouse another gentle touch on the nose with her gentle lips.

“Good, now hand it over” said DM, his hand outstretched, waiting for her to deposit something in his hand.

“Hand what over?”

“You know what I mean” said DM.

Dawn winked and gave him the hamburgers.

“What did we learn today?” DM said.

“Money can be exchanged for goods and services” she said.

“Run along” said DM.

Dawn relieved Snuggles of his pretend play through, jumped into the simulator, inserted the coin into the slot machine, and set to work on having a good time.

“We heading home after this?” Snuggles said.

“Somehow, I feel like I already was home” Dawn said.

As he watched Dawn play, DM felt that if there had been a mountain to move in this moment, he had just pushed Everest.

Pokemon-The Response [Fanfiction]



(contains spoilers for Sun and Moon)


“Sir?” came the quivering voice of a Team Rocket grunt as he entered the foreboding control room of a secret fortress hidden beneath Viridian City, approaching a well-mannered man seated before a large set of observation monitors. The leader of the organisation, Giovanni.

The grunt held in his hand an envelope.

“We intercepted this at the Alola depot, like you instructed”

“Read what it says” Giovanni commanded.

The officer saluted him and tore open the envelope, revealing a letter, he read it aloud.

Dear dad

Lately you’ve been hard to reach, and I hope this letter finds you.

More to the point, I hope you reply this time.

I need you to.

Because I did it.

Your best boy made you proud, you and mom both. I won the Alola Pokémon league. My sixth tournament overall, and my first major win.

I know my mom always reminded me of my triumphs in the Orange continent and at the Battle Frontier, and if I was being honest, while a lot of aspiring trainers might turn their noses at minor accomplishments like that, I personally think winning them taught me to appreciate small victories, because being frank, the pressures of a major win like this are very demanding.

There’s an expectation on me now, amateur hour is over. Now my friends and family need to see how I handle life on the road as a pro. Part of me wants to say ‘this is it tonight Dad, we’re on equal footing, we’re masters now you and I’, but I’ve come to accept winning a league does not a Pokémon master make. It’s everything in between the journey and the competitions that put you in that position.

I hope that’s a lesson you’ve learned too, because I can only speculate as to what you actually think at this point, you don’t ever seem to show up to give me your thoughts, and not even for this day of days.

Mom was there, Oak was there, but you weren’t. You have got to realise just how much that hurts, I sometimes wonder if you like the others who couldn’t attend, were watching on television, or couldn’t bear to watch if you were. I’d been accustomed to disappointment so many times, even when I climbed up the ranks each time, from 16 at Kanto, to 2nd at Kalos, It was as if the back of my mind wouldn’t permit me to consider going beyond that.

When I was announced as the winner, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I just stood there, barely acknowledging the roar of the crowd, I was going through mental gymnastics, that persistence in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t grow past a certain point had called to me and said ‘you’ve earned it’, only then could I celebrate.

I’d been trying so hard to make myself better, without anyone holding my hand, not you, Misty, Brock, May, Dawn…maybe that’s why they stayed away, maybe they thought I’d rely too much on them to coddle me, tease me, teach me, and this time I had to graduate on my own merits.

That’s what I did Dad. I went back to school, and I graduated.

I’ve come home so many times from so many triumphs and defeats, I’ve wrote to you so many times, each instance comes with no response.

I can’t be mad at you though, because every bit of who I am is who you are at your core. Caring, selfless, proud, that’s what my mom always says.

I know you’re proud of me, I know this day will touch you. The life of an aspiring Pokémon trainer, master or champion means you miss out on a lot of comforts at home, chances to meet friends, connect with a loved one, but what binds us all is our unconditional tenacity to cherish every opportunity we’re given to explore this wondrous world, and to bond to the people, and Pokémon, we meet along the way.

Wherever you are, love is forever


“Is that all?” Giovanni asked.

“Yes sir”

“Good, that will be all”

“Sir, aren’t you going to respond?”

“That. Will. Be. All” Giovanni repeated, this time in a strikingly fierce tone of voice that compelled the agent to scamper.

He placed one hand on his chin, and tapped a few buttons on the controls before him, searching through his archives of prior tournament losses, wins and draws for Ash, and observing his despondent reactions each time.

Ash had been conquered many times, now that was too was in his past. Now he was the conqueror.

Giovanni couldn’t be not only more proud, but more driven.

Driven to expand his organisation’s influence in Alola, to protect its interests and its schools, and to find a way of enhancing his son’s reputation in the region to quasi biblical status.

Alola’s social media, news outlets, actors in its television department, all of that could run with the story of a boy’s ascent to manhood through hard work, perseverance, and a total unwavering devotion to family, even an absent father.

Love is forever.

Ideal marketing.

Pokémon propaganda.

An ideal response.

The Demon Headmaster: Order Absolute [Fanfiction]




Lizzie stared at the computer screen, her mind demanding she dare it.

Could she even trust her own mind nowadays?

She’d seen the footage, they’d all seen it, her brother, her bully, her whole class, and the whole of Hazzelbrook had branded her an unruly pupil, a rogue element.

They had seen it with their eyes, who knows what they were thinking with their heads.

But how clear were their heads exactly?

All of them had been repeating the same things when pressured to express just how they truly felt about the school and its renewed fortunes, its renewed focus.

Students, including her own brother Tyler, had developed new interests, inspirational interests that, to a keen and adult mind, could be best perceived as beneficial to the whole of the world.

Lizzie knew this was too good to be true, but perhaps truth is always too good to maintain a hold of. Ultimately, the truth is often far more treacherous and malevolent than what is common known to the public, the truth must always remain cloaked behind a comfortable lie.

She was living that lie now, she knew it could not have been her who vandalised the school and caused great distress. She knew the footage had to have been faked.

Only the Headmaster was privy to what was on the CCTV cameras provided by the aerial drone systems utilised by the school, but to access those files, she required access, and that was the challenge that was her focus.

That focus kept her eyes fixated on the screen, the pass screen required a username, and it required a password.

Everything hinged on guess work on Lizzie’s part, and she had a minimal window to work out a most fortunate hunch.

Her conscience was clear, but in order to bring clarity to the whole school and clear her name, she needed what was on this computer.

She focused on her most recent past, to a string of words, all channelled through the student body, through her and her brother, even her father.

The Headmaster is an inspirational man; he has really turned this school around”

Her thoughts turned from that which had been echoed, and latched directly on to the one individual they had been praising.

A man who commanded respect and total control. Order absolute.

She typed in the word that came to mind the most. It couldn’t be the whole sentence, but only one word summed up what everyone thought, and perhaps, just perhaps, was the one word the individual desired for himself.


The words were typed in, the screen moved on to password.


Lizzie then came to understand something, total control, order absolute, requires the focus of a group acting collectively, a hive mind linked by a singular purpose, to entice and inspire others to follow their lead.

She looked at the pamphlets on the desk she sat at, promoting the academy, its pupils, and its overall mission statement.

And inspiration, hated as the description was to her in these vital moments, struck her at the most opportune time.

An individual in total control, a collective brought to order, made the best they can be.

Every student is a star

The words were typed, the pass screen approved, access was granted.


Lizzie still had to figure out where her head was at, whether she had wilfully chosen mischief over manners, chaos over order.

But for today, or at the very least, this precious moment, a touch of both in her mind had guided her towards a taste of the truth.

She was absolute.

Star Wars: The Shape of the Storm (Fanfiction)

Just some random Reylo bollocks I conjured up after watching the Rise of Skywalker trailer



(Based off the “Rise of Skywalker” Final trailer)

The force can be your ally; the force can be your friend.

But does the force truly know you?

Does anyone?

Rey stood atop the debris, lost in the cold, the winds growing steadily fiercer, the temperature relentlessly cold.

She gripped her light sabre in her hand; she stood towards the storm before her, looking into its eye, daring it to stare her back, to come towards her.

And then it came before her, the shape of the storm.

The son of Solo, the man who she had gained much insight into, and vice versa.

Perhaps they had learned too much.

In another time, a time where the responsibility of a Jedi had only just blessed her, she had resisted a calling towards the storm, denied it the opportunity to shape her into a fearsome tempest.

The son of Solo had no such desire to turn, he embraced the storm, and was shaped by it, and to stop him in his tracks, she chose to weave a tempest around him, fighting to take control of herself rather than something in total.

The strength she had in her that day was enough to win her a measure of freedom.

But just how absolute was that freedom?

As Ben Solo emerged from the storm, his hair and features drenched in water, his light sabre ignited, his piercing eyes fixated on her person, Rey gained a glimpse into just how the freedom had been attained.

He had willed weakness unto himself, for he had seen the strength in her resolve and deemed it a proper and fitting chance for her resistance friends. It was the least he could do, to offer them some a glimmer of hope to light their path through the dark before he snuffed it out entirely.

He had been chained by Snoke; she had unshackled him, now he stood before her, as he had stood before the last Jedi, apparently free.

Now he would not hold back.

She was his equal, in will, in strength

He could taste her spirit in his blood.

This moment would define them as warriors, champions of the force that binded them together.

Those who possess the force can be your brother, or maybe more.

Or they can be your rival

But does the force truly know you?

The unshackled shape of the storm, Ben Solo, was certain of one thing in regards to Rey.

He did.

Doctor Who-Remembrance of the Daleks, Enhanced Parts One and Four [Fanedit]


Rembrance of the Daleks Ultimate Edition

I was browsing Youtube and came across these two videos that attempt to touch up the beginning and end of Remembrance of the Daleks with new effects

I thought it would be fun to integrate both videos into their respective parts of the serial to further enhance the viewing experience

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Download Remembrance Part One

Download Remembrance Part Four.