Which Is Your Favorite Era Of Scooby Doo?

au where sonic and silver end up on the ark because i say so

a perfectly normal child being raised on a space colony for scientists that are slightly maniacal

why is "mummies are so rare bc the british ate them" always presented as like a morbid fun fact and not an example of heinous racism and dehumanization of people of colour to the point of cannibalism. a little bit odd if im honest.

Wolwerine Pyrrha commission for @darksaiyangoku!!

Hell Yeah

My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.

Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.

The Battle at Wolf 359

In the swirling chaos of the Battle of Wolf 359, where the Federation’s fleet clashed with the relentless Borg cube, hope was a scarce commodity. The starships, valiant as they were, found themselves outmatched by the Borg’s superior firepower and seemingly impenetrable defenses.

It was then that a peculiar blue box, the TARDIS, materialized amidst the debris of fallen ships. The Doctor stepped out, sonic screwdriver in hand, a determined glint in his eyes. He was no stranger to impossible odds, and the plight of the Federation moved him.

The Doctor quickly assessed the situation and devised a plan. He knew the Borg’s strength lay in their collective consciousness. If he could introduce a paradox, something the Borg couldn’t assimilate or understand, it could create a moment of vulnerability.

With the help of a small team of Starfleet officers who beamed aboard the TARDIS, The Doctor synchronized the ship’s time vortex manipulator with the Borg’s transwarp conduit. As the TARDIS’ engines whirred and the Borg cube began to assimilate the signal, The Doctor initiated the paradox—a message of individuality broadcasted on a frequency only the Borg could perceive.

The message spread like wildfire through the Borg’s collective mind, each drone suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of self. Confusion rippled through the cube as drones hesitated, their unified purpose faltering.

Seizing the moment, the Federation fleet unleashed all they had. The Borg, distracted by the existential crisis within, could not defend themselves effectively. The cube sustained critical damage and, in a blinding explosion, was destroyed.

The Doctor, having saved the Federation from certain defeat, received gratitude from admirals and ensigns alike. But he didn’t stay for the celebrations; his work there was done. With a smile and a wave, he disappeared into the TARDIS, off to his next adventure across time and space.

The Battle of Wolf 359 would be remembered not just as a close call with annihilation, but as the day The Doctor, a mysterious hero from another universe, came to the rescue of the United Federation of Planets.

Jacques: Oh? A visitor?

Curious Cat: Mr. Schnee, your company has so many neat little things to bring back to the creatures of the Ever After~!

Curious Cat: (Flexes claws) I WILL BE TAKING THEM...

Jacques: The Ever After? What an exquisite place to start a CORPORTOCRACY!