#Why not actually let them twist into a hybrid out of their shared clawing at life

[the-weeping-dawn]

*Takes the treat of how under developed the illithid powers especially the whole concept of partial ceremorphosis was and runs well past all logic*

[gronjon44]

Ok so I just finished Jurrasic Park: Camp Cretacious and honestly? So freaking rad.

Some mini highlights (without spoilers)

Yaz and Sammy are the best (I kept seeing stuff about the LGBT community in the CC fandom and like... idk what that'd about but if I had to genuinely ship anyone in this despite their being children it'd be Yaz and Sammy THEYRE SO CUTE

Kenji had an ACTUAL ARC (my boy got to do so much more this time around THANK YOU FOR LETTING HIM BE IN CHARGE)

Ben is STILL ANNOYING but for genuinely heartfelt reasons (also I was REALLY EXPECTING a big battle between Bumpy and the S-Rex)

Brooklynn and Darius are both awesome as always and the way the finally brought back his dad's love of the Gallimimus was really cute and IT MADE ME KINDA SAD

Now, bumping into spoiler territory here so you've been spoiler warned;

Wu making an actual appearance in S3 was something i genuinely wasn't expecting and seeing more interactions with him snd Brooklynn was really fun actually (Hawke and the mercenaries were generic mercenaries so there they've been honorably mentioned)

I'm not gonna lie S3 did what I wanted Fallen Kingdom to do with the horror element (the way it actually had MORE DEATH felt more like Jurrasic Park, the constant worry about the S-Rex and the utter chaos of the Islands shift in balance was super rad)

This is minor but WHEN WILL WE GET THE SPINOSAURUS BACK YOU ALMOST DID IT WITH THE OURONASURUS YOURE ALMOST THERE

There's more but I don't wanna make this unbearably long so click the read more

Every new dinosaur inclusion was rad, both in refference to other media and just Dinosaurs in general, but I wanna dedicate a moment to talk about the Scorpius Rex (oh look I remembered the name)

Scorpius Rex is everything I wanted the Indoraptor to be. Whereas the Indoraptor felt like a B-Grade version of the I-Rex whereas the Scorpius Rex felt more like an actual character.

Scorpius felt like a genuine threat that no one knew about and then the reveal that *SPOILER* there are 2 S-Rexs *insert Ian Malcolm quote here* was actually a really awesome twist (also the constant threat of Sammy almost dying was a nice touch cause THANK YOU JURRASIC PARK UNIVERSE FOR NOT BEING AFRAID TO ALMOST KILL KIDS)

But there's one thing about the Scorpius I wanna talk about that just sticks with me.

The Scorpius is stated to be the first hybrid before the Indoninous Rex but was kept hidden due to it being unstable, though we're never shown why outside of it being much more aggressive.

Wu goes on record stating it's unstable behavior and appearance are part of why it was kept hidden and like, you can't blame him with the appearance of it at least the I-Rex LOOKS like a semi plausible Dinosaur.

But then I got thinking, what about tbis hybrid could make it so unstable? What DNA was used to make it that could've turned it into a Savage monster?

Well if its a predecessor to the I-Rex we can assume they're mostly similar in DNA Makeup (the official Indominus Rex DNA Makeup consists of Abelisaurus, Carnotaurus, Majungasaurus, Rugops, Giganotosaurus, and Velociraptor DNA)

We also know the I-Rex has other DNA in it such as Cuttlefish , Tree frog, Pit Viper, and Chameleon DNA.

The Scorpius Rex likely had all the same base DNA as the I-Rex (T-Rex, Carnotaurus, Giganotosaurus, and Velociraptor, as well as some unnamed ones we might not be aware of Wu states that it gets its name and poisonous nature from the Scorpion Fish)

And we can see it has some similar traits to the I-Rex such as the Pit Viper and Tree Frog DNA.

But something about just doesn't seem... right. Something about it it seems more unnatural, almost more like a different animal entirely...

I'm almost 100% sure that the Scorpius Rex has Human DNA mixed within that melting pot of a monstrosity.

There's actually a bit of evidence that points to this I think (bare with me)

Look at how it stands and acts.

It doesn't quite stand like a natural dinosaur. You can argue that it stands like hunched over Tyrannosaurus or even a really fucked up Therizinosauria (which is stated to the JP Wiki to be mixed in with the Indominus Rex's DNA)

But even then it still doesn't stand naturally, and if you watch it run/walk it runs almost like a person when they try to run on all fours, it's forearms stretching out further then what most natural Dinosaurs do.

Now consider its intelligence.

This thing is MUCH more intelligent then most of the other Dinosaurs (bordering close to human as is) but that could be excused as the Raptor DNA like with the I-Rex, but it borders closer to human then you'd think it would (I don't have much to say for this one as it can be excused as Raptor DNA)

It's physical appearance

Now it's appearance can be attriebuted to mutplie factors (the shorter face could be a feature inherited from the Giganotosaurus or even the Carnotaurus since they have shorter faces); it's arms could be attributes inherited from anything (Raptor arms, T-Rex arms etc) but what gets me is the fact that it borders on having actual hands (its claws are much longer then any of the species it shares DNA with) and its arms are much longer then a T-Rex or a Velociraptor)n

Now this is a big one for me, but the scream

Alot of animals tend to have borderline human screams/howls and when you hear it in the wild and just think "Who tf is getting murdered rn?" Yeah the Scorpius is like that but worse; every dinosaur in the franchise has been shown to have either a natural sounding roar or even just some really loud growls and or howls. None of them have been shown to really scream or howl. Then the Scorpius just shows up and makes the Deer scream sound weak in comparison; Hell even Kenji makes a comment about it and th3 visible discomfort everyone feels when it screams shows that none of them would have even come close to being prepared for something of that scale.

Finally THIS CONCEPT ART

Anyone who's anyone remembers this concept art, and the idea that accompanied this where they did at one point consider human/dinosaur hybrids. And look me dead in the eye and try telling me there isn't SOME similarity between the S-Rex and this old art.

Thats about the gist of it so I'd like to end this off by saying this:

The Indoraptor is a bitch and the Scorpius Rex is the villain we deserved for Jurrasic World: Fallen Kingdom.

[walks-the-ages]

In a world where HTTYD 3 wasn't complete crap:

Plot twist! Toothless is not the last Night Fury... he's the first.

"the unholy offspring of lightning and death" could actually mean something, in that Toothless is the theoretically impossible hybrid offspring of two different dragon species (Screaming Death x Skrill? Or two completely different dragon species with Death and Lightning in their names/arsenal), and is the first of his line.

Light(ning) Furies, if they made any appearances at all, would either be a dramatically-different-looking parent species of Toothless that share only a few distinctive traits that lets the characters realize they're related, or "the" Light(ning) Fury (who would actual get a name like everyone else instead of existing purely as Toothless' love interest) would be another hybrid that is around his size and general shape, with a few extra bells and whistles thrown in because she's not a slimmed down feminine copy of Toothless in this universe >:/

And hey! If Lightning Furies are here as one of the parent species, they would either be absolutely massive and spikey with electricity courses between their spines, each wingclap sending the sound of thunder over the land.... or they could be teeny tiny compared to Toothless, quick and darting and streamlined, so fast they attack like lightning, darting in to bite with their sheddable stun-gun teeth before flashing back out of range of retaliation, stalking from the shadows to suddenly strike again from the opposite side without warning, never striking the same spot twice so they don't hurt themselves on their own electric fangs. And no, they would not be pure white, or at least, not all the time. They would have very strong bioluminescence that they use to stun their prey with a blinding flash of light as they attack.

"death Furies" Could be silent, eerie, batlike behemoths that navigate with echolocation and kill with a deadly poison they coat their retractable claws with, a poison that slowly drains the victim's energy as they flee while the Death Fury patiently follows, waiting for the inevitable to take their prey with no hurry in their tremor-causing steps. Or maybe again, they are small, and travel in packs, swarming silently through the shadows as they stalk their prey, overwhelming their prey with their sheer numbers as, alone, a single Death Fury does not have enough venom on their claws to be lethal, so many travel together to bring their poison to a lethal dose in their prey, the death of a thousand cuts.

Toothless COULD have hybrid gigantism and has grown far bigger than both his parents, standing like a protective giant as he defends them from the villain of the year, or he could still be young, still be growing (and have Hiccup commenting that Toothless is going through a growth spurt at the beginning of the movie as he adjust the tailfin's size, and Toothless is significantly larger than he was in the second movie), still small for now as his parents stand taller than a mountain, his lifespan stretching ahead of him for hundreds of years to come until he too flies through the air and blocks out the moon and stars for entire islands with the span of his wings.

Just. These movies had So Much Potential when it comes to design and plot and they just... Ruined it all by tossing everything that was established as having meaning in the previous parts of the series into the trash; as the one post put it, the villain won, the villain burned Berk to the ground, the island home that our main characters have been fighting to the death to protect for generations, and no one, not the audience nor the characters cared or even NOTICED.

Why is every other dragon in existence a myriad of chaotic colors and patterns while Toothless and the Light Furies plain black and white with no creativity? Toothless could have at least canonically been a melanistic mutation and have all other Furies be rainbows to rival Stormfly... but no, the creators aren't even going to show actual Night Furies, unless they're dead pelts of one.

[millylotus]

Ender Bunn

Desert Bunnies

When my wings stretch out behind my back it feels like heaven. When they catch air in a way that seems to clean all the grime from under my scales I feel at peace. But when he used to rub my wings with ointments I didn’t yet understand. When he would clean and groom them, whilst I laid on my chest fully trusting my first love to take care of me, I was so happy.

I was overjoyed the first time we kissed, the feeling new and strange, but I could sense the intent behind it. He wanted to show his love for me in a way his people did, not just in the way my people instinctively knew. A single kiss led to a night I hope to never forget.

Her fluffy ears, just like her fathers in shape. She hatched from her egg just like I did screaming for food and missing the warmth of her shell. She was like me and like him. Purple tinted and End descended, but everything else was him. Her bunny ears, that pricked and twisted at the slightest noise, her nose that twitched at every new and intriguing smell in the area. Her legs grew strong and powerful just like his.

My little family, my everything. The husband who taught me how to live in the Overworld. My first daughter who seemed to be a shining beacon in my life, the first of many to come.

But what I didn’t know fully, as naïve as I was back then, is that beings of the Overworld and Nether don’t live as long as those of the End. He died in his sleep peacefully holding me as tight as he could, knowing he wouldn’t like much longer. We cried, the man we both loved, my first love, her only father gone with the wind. He was only fifty-eight, so young compared to my true age. But my body, unlike his, stayed the same, I would be twenty-three for a longer time.

She went next, but she died differently than him, no she died painfully slow. An arrow from those horrible pillagers ended my daughter, she fell in my arms. So you are only thirty years old, and only me to call home. My bouncing fire, my little cottontail sprite. My everything was gone. I buried them in the end. On an Island I claimed as my own. I made the altars and carved their names into the rock with our family tapestries standing tall behind them.

I wasted no time killing those pillagers, I savored their blood, and their jewels that I burned in front of their greedy eyes. I killed so many with over a thousand miles. I ended the reign of those terrible creatures with my claws and my jaw.

Leaving back to my graveyard I made a place around them. A grand spacious palace that would house my first family and my next ones to come. Made of dark purple blocks, and stone the color of cream, my den.

Returning to the Overworld gave me a bit of a start. I was Harold as the savior of the nation, the killer of the dastardly Pillagers. The King gave me a title.

The End Saint of the Desert

A title that I don’t flaunt but I still hold with a fondness and small sense of pride. I may be that of the End but at the very least I did some good for these people.

Desert Bunnies : Character details

Ender had only just recently come to Overworld. And traveled for a while before stumbling onto a small desert village. They first interacted with Co when trying to get a pork bun. He paid for them, saying that it’s the least he could do for a stranger who clearly wasn’t used to the area. He showed them kindness and taught them how to navigate the Overworld. Co would often marvel over Ender’s wings. They adored this attention and would often let Co clean and shine them just so he would be happy. Co worked as an aromatherapist (modern word) he would create perfumes, ointments, and soaps for the people of the village. Everyone knew Co, so everyone knew Ender. Ender for the first time in a long time felt like they were in a family, and for the first time ever they felt like they were in a community. Co and Ender’s relationship blossomed into something more one night on the rooftop staring at the stars, and soon they would welcome a new being into their family.

Soco hatched from an egg just like Ender. She was born screaming and crying, but so healthy and strong. The couple’s worries of a dragon/bunny hybrid put to rest at just how stable their daughter became. Her ears grew tall and pointed and her legs grew similar to that of a desert hare’s (just like other rabbit hybrids) she was a hybrid just like her father, but instead of her father gray fur, her’s was a lilac purple, that contrasted her mostly dark purple color scheme perfectly. Soco grew to be a rambunctious girl with a passion for heroism. Dreaming to some day rid the desert of as many dangers as possible.

Soco loved to fly with Ender. When Ender would lift her by her hands and take her high up into the sky to see the great expanse of the desert beneath her feet, she loved it. Soco became a Guard and would systematically attack pillager outposts that would get to close the village or any that caused too much trouble. She became a sort of town hero along with her fellow guards.

Co died at the age of fifty-eight in his sleep, right next to his spouse Ender. Ender and Soco were distraught, this being the first time Ender realized just how short non-enderian lives could be, and Soco losing her father. Only ten years later during a fight with Pillagers Soco was struck, she got back to the village before she died. But the healers couldn’t save her, she died in Ender’s arms.

Ender mourned their daughter’s death, burying Soco and Co in the End. Later letting their anger take over. Killing all the Pillagers in the area. They returned to the End and built a proper altar for their family. Along with a proper and extravagant den for any other thing they wanted to keep.

Later rewarded by the King for their slaughter of the Pillagers, Ender just wandered the desert not really paying attention to time, only ever really doing anything when the desert was in danger, killing its enemies.

Becoming The End Saint of the Desert

Choosing A Name

“Hey Ender, I just realized you never gave me your last name.” Co ponders while eating his shaved ice. The two were just hanging around today. Nothing really active considering that it had been hot as Nether for the past week.

Ender thought for a second before speaking. “Well I don’t even really have a name to be honest. I was only ever called Dragon or Solmai which means child so that doesn’t really count.” They took a bite out of their popsicle after explaining not really bothered by the fact. But Co most definitely was.

“Wait then why did you say your name was Ender, when we first met.” He was confused, usually Ender would just say things without realizing it so not knowing this was strange to him.

“Oh well I never really said it was my name. I actually cursed and said ‘Oh Ender’ like oh shit, ya know. Cause I didn’t really know what a name was at the time. And you seemed happy so I didn’t really think I got it wrong.” They just shrugged.

“Well if you never had a name why don’t we share one.” Co said, bouncing a bit the crate he claimed as a seat.

“Yeah sure, what you got in mind.” Ender adjusted their position so they weren't just laying flat on their stomach.

“Well my last name is Bunnix, so combining that with Ender might be hard.” He took a second to think, wanting to get Ender’s first name right. “What about Ender Bunn? Short and sweet.” Co blushed a bit, knowing that taking on someone's name would be an act of love.

But Ender didn’t seem to notice. They grinned, liking the slightly awkward combo. “Yeah it’s nice.”

The rest of the hot day was spent lounging in the shade of carpets strung between the houses and resting on empty but sturdy crates. Whilst eating delicious ice.

[thetakenpokemon]

Unavoidable Bar Brawls

[Location: Woodbranch - Small Town located on the edge of Evolutia] [PoV: Grace - Member of Night Warden team: Dark Bane]

I can feel the eyes of many people watching us as we walk through the small town, many of them suspicious.

I’ve heard of many ill things of the town of Woodbranch, how it’s run by aggressive families and gangs who dwell in...unsavory businesses. We’re not here to deal with these people however, since we’re here for...information.

We’ve been searching for an Ultra Beast - specifically a Guzzlord. There’s been reports that some of the people of Woodbranch have seen it, thus the purpose of our visit.

“Aight, I’m gonna go and ask the boss of this place so we can get the hell out of here.” Nina says in a somewhat impatient tone. “Kinda wanting to get this mission over with.”

I glance at the Lycanroc, my eyes slowly drifting down to the giant clawed gauntlets on her hands. The sharp claws glint menacingly in the sunlight, the sight giving hints on what they’re capable of.

I look at another party-member, one I’m a bit more concerned for - Pythia.

The Alakazam is currently looking at the surrounding people anxiously, from the way she’s muttering I can tell that she’s doing some sort of mental exercise to keep her nerves under control. She never does well in crowded areas, especially in places that has a rather...hostile environment.

Seeing the rather unfriendly faces of the townsfolk? Definitely rather...hostile.

I slow my pace to match Pythia. “Are you holding up well?” I ask, knowing the answer that she isn’t really. The point of this question isn’t to point out the obvious though, it’s to show concern - something I hope would at least partially put her at ease.

She glances at me, her muttering stopping. Pythia looks at everything except my eyes, as if avoiding to make eye-contact. After a long time she finally does meet my gaze - only to break it a second late.

“S-Somewhat...” She mutters quietly, her hands burrowing into the pockets of her robes - probably to hold onto her stowed spoons. “I...don’t like this place. Very stressful and....unwelcome.”

I nod my head understandingly. “I agree. Thankfully we won’t be here for very long.”

I try my best to smile reassuringly, but I didn’t do very well. The attempt didn’t go unnoticed at least, seeing the tiniest smile I see on her lips.

More satisfied that she’s calmer, I turn my gaze to the next teammate that I should feel concerned for: Flint.

The Gardevoir is currently glaring at the surrounding townsfolk, his exposed arm currently pulling up his bandanna to cover the lower-half of his face. Despite the shadows that his long-brimmed hat is casting over his eyes, I can tell that he’s looking for something due the way he’s glancing around.

As we continue to walk I notice that we’re passing a sort of bar, and immediately Flint speaks up - albeit quietly. “I need a drink.” He mutters before immediately breaking off from the team, walking straight for the bar.

The second he did this I see my fourth teammate step near me - Shiro.

The Gothitelle hybrid looks at me, the direction of the sun casting a shadow over his pale-white bird-like face. The appearance looks very...menacing, especially with his glowing purple eyes. His vine-like arm clenches, the tendril-like ‘fingers’ twisting and writhing. “Keep an eye on him.” He tells me in a low tone. “Knowing him, he’ll cause trouble. I’ll stay with Nina and Pythia to make sure that everything is in order.”

I nod my head, feeling my eyebrows furrow slightly. “Understood.” I respond before also breaking from the party, following the Gardevoir into the bar.

Upon stepping to the place? A bad feeling started welling in my gut.

A lot of very...questionable figures are around the place, either drinking or gambling. Soft music is playing in the background, but that doesn’t really help with the atmosphere.

I see Flint walking up to the bar, as well as...all of the eyes that are on him. At one point every Pokemon here stopped what they were doing to glare at him, their gazes showing clear hostility.

When he sat down they slowly began to return to whatever it was they were doing, although the tense atmosphere never left.

I knew that approaching Flint at this point would do nothing, so all I could do was ‘wait’.

I quickly walk down the bar, my current destination being an open table in the corner. I can feel several eyes on me as well, although some are suspicious, the emotion from them is definitely ‘different’ due to the lust in their eyes.

My figure seems to attract a lot of looks like that, but thankfully my hybrid appearance tends to make most have second-thoughts on making any advances towards me - specifically the two giant ‘spiked shell-like shields’ that are attached to my arms.

Upon reaching the table I sit down, and...I watch.

Although I can’t hear anything from my current position, I see Flint order a drink. The barkeeper begrudgingly pours an amber liquid into a small glass before sliding it into the Gardevoir’s exposed hand.

The biggest thing about Flint is his attire - and how...much it stands out.

He’s dressed pretty much exactly like a Human cowboy. His long-brimmed brown hat, his dark poncho, his light shirt underneath his dark vest, his dark pants, and his boots. The only thing missing is the gun.

Cowboys are...not very well-received in Evolutia, most especially because of the fact that they’re associated with guns since they’re commonly depicted as...gunslingers in Progrian media.

Guns have a massive negative stigma in Evolutia, nearly every Pokemon dislikes or outright hates them. Although I don’t necessarily share that ideal, I know that countless others do.

And that combined with the fact that we’re in a shady bar where everyone obviously doesn’t want us here? It’s very clear on why Flint wanted to be in this place.

He’s looking for a fight.

Right on queue I see one of the large Pokemon sitting near him - specifically a Pangoro - get up and start talking to Flint. I still don’t hear what they’re saying, but seeing the Pokemon’s expression? It’s very clear that he’s probably saying something along the lines of ‘we don’t want your kind here’ and ‘leave before we hurt you’.

Flint responds to this by taking a sip from his glass, seemingly ignoring him. This only pisses off the Pangoro more, in which he promptly tries to slap the glass out of his hands.

In a flash, Flint catches the Pangoro by the wrist with his other arm - the one that the Gardevoir kept concealed under his poncho.

The dim light of the bar glints off the metallic surface of the arm. Although it seems like a prosthetic, in reality it’s actually an elbow-length gauntlet. With a twist he slams the Pangoro’s face right into the bar, causing a crunching noise that even I can hear.

Flint then throws the Pokemon back, causing them to stumble back before collapsing - blood pouring from their now broken nose.

Immediately several Pokemon around the bar stand up, murder glinting in their eyes.

Yup...

Here we go again...

I watch as a fight breaks out between Flint and the countless Pokemon. As several of them charge, Flint intercepts the first one by grabbing their body. Twisting his waist he uses the Pokemon’s momentum to throw them at another charging individual, sending them both sprawling on the ground.

The battle then quickly turns into a brawl of fists - something that Flint is very accustomed to. He ducks and weaves around the assaulting blows before delivering precise punches of his own, either breaking the nose of attacking Pokemon or knocking their wind out with a blow to their gut. This goes on for a little while before I notice a Bisharp standing up, his blades unsheathing from his arms.

Well...guess it’s time I intervene.

As the Bisharp charges Flint from behind, I leap from my chair. Just as the Pokemon is about to blindside my teammate, I step in front of the blow and turn myself to my side so that the ‘shield’ on my arm blocks it.

A loud ‘clinging’ noise is heard throughout the chaos as metal meets metal, and the Bisharp glares at me.

“So the hybrid whore decides to get involved.” He spits, his eyes narrowing. “Although I thought you were sexy at first, I should’ve known that a Bisharp freak like you will-”

I could’ve let him finish speaking, but I didn’t see a point since he had nothing intelligent or beneficial to say. With a swing of my arm I let my shield smash into his face, sending him crashing into one of the nearby tables.

At this point pretty much every ‘patron’ is standing and charging us, whatever weapons in their possession already drawn.

It quickly descends further into chaos with me and Flint in the center. Despite the overwhelming numbers, our skills in combat laughably dwarfs whatever ‘skills’ these thugs possess.

I easily block any attacks that are aimed towards me with my shields before swiftly responding with a swing of my own, either flattening a Pokemon’s face or leaving deep gash with its spikes. Flint on the other hand continues to rely on his fisticuffs, ducking and weaving before delivering a blow or throw. This seems to go on for several minutes, the count of unconscious bodies of our assailants growing higher and higher.

A loud scream of anger draws both of our attentions. When we both turn we see a Lucario glaring at us with rage, a sphere of swirling energy between her paws. Not a second later she throws it at us.

Without wasting a moment I throw myself into the direction of the sphere before crouching down and having my arms press my sides. This action causes the two shields to clamp together, completely encasing myself in what can only be described as a cocoon of metal.

Although I’m now completely surrounded in darkness, I feel my body shake heavily from recoil as the Aura Sphere explodes upon my frame with a loud booming noise.

With the attack absorbed I unclamp my shields and stand up, prepared to deflect another shot if need be.

The Lucario already has her paws close together to create another Aura Sphere, but she never got the chance to conjure it.

A bright shot of energy streaks past me and hits her straight in the shoulder. As blood starts gushing from the newly created hole, she starts screams in agony before falling to her knees, grasping the wound.

I look to the side to see Flint with his gauntlet arm outstretched, his finger pointing at her with the tip glowing with the same-colored light as the bolt. It’s clear that he was the one that shot her.

“Recommend stayin’ down, girl.” He says, loud enough for the Lucario to hear. “I don’t intend ta’ shoot three times, after all.”

At this point there’s no more people standing - except for the barkeeper, who is looking at both of us with a mixture of anger and fear. The entire bar is a wreck now, most tables and chairs being shattered as well as the floor being scorched black from the explosion of the Aura Sphere.

Flint turns and walks over to the mostly damaged bar and grabs his still intact drink. With one motion he downs the rest of the liquid and sets it down. Pulling a few dollars from his belt he places them beside the empty glass and then tips his hat at the barkeeper. “Thanks for tha’ drink.” He says to them.

“Get the hell out of here.” They respond back, their teeth grinding. It’s obvious that he wants to wring Flint’s throat, but they know better.

Flint responds with a snort before turning and walking towards the door.

I follow after him - taking care to not step on anyone. After we fully leave the place, I glance at him with clear irritation.

“I hope you’re happy.” I say quietly, making it clear that I am not in fact happy with occurrence of recent events

He merely smirks at me before pulling up his bandanna to cover his face. “Yep.” He responds back. “Sure am.”

[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Inktober Day 4: Spell

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Jotun!Thor Odinson X Plus!Size Reader (Fox Maiden – Were-fox)

WARNINGS: SMUT! DARK! +18 ONLY! This is in response to the What if series that Marvel is coming out with this month & I LOVE the idea of a Jotun Thor!

Words: +2,000

“Look at what I caught trying to, charm her way across the Jotunheim,” the Jotun guard bellowed, dropping the sack he carried over his shoulder onto the floor, but ever so gently, all he needed was to get on the brother’s bad side this early in the day.

The sack jerking around & a fiery fuzzed headed Y/N popped out of the burlap material that chaffed at naked skin. Shivering the instant, the frozen air hit sweat soaked flesh, courtesy of the change, something she had kept held back till this morning when she could take no more of the threats of rape from her Jotun captor, the great god of thunder himself Thor. Looking up at him, blonde hair standing out against the blues of this realm, just like she looked like a little firebrand running across the waste to gods knew where.

Here Y/N was, back at the feet of the runtling brothers, shivering at their feet, devoid of the velvet soft furs that Thor had gifted her when he brought her here from Midgard. Leaving her holding to the course burlap sack trying to stay warm as she shivered harder. Holding his gaze worriedly when the god knelt to look her over, reaching a warm finger out to pull at the sack, exposing ice damp breast chattering uncontrollably. Watching him cock his head as to why she wore no clothes & looking up to the guard.

“What is this? Where are my pets furs,” the red eyed god growled low in his throat watching the guard closely while Loki stepped closer to assess the situation himself.

“She is a hybrid,” Loki spoke up, causing the red head to look up at him, eyes pleading for him to keep his mouth shut.

“A hybrid,” Thor laughed, taking Y/N’ chin in his hand, body shivering more violently at the contact making sure to shut her eyes because Y/N knew they would give her away.

“This creature is nothing but a little witch, one that can do no more than cast little… spells,” Thor laughed, still looking Y/N over, tilting her head to realize the collar he had gifted her with was gone, frowning that his pet had lost it.

“He speaks the truth,” the guard spoke up to the two runts, nodding to the raven-haired Loki who looked down at the shivering creature darkly.

“I spotted a flame of sorts streaking across the barren lands, Norns know where she was headed, I went after it, not sure what it was. When I came close I seen a fox, large for its kind & wondered what it was doing here. When I captured it, it turned into your pet, screeching at me, I knew you would want her back, so I stuffed her in my pouch & brought her here,” the giant explained, members of the court now looking as they went by curios to what they were doing with the, creature.

“How did she get out of my chambers,” Thor pondered, allowing her to curl back into the sack, standing & looking down at her, then back to Loki who smiled darkly, satisfied he had exposed the little fox for what she was.

“You did this brother,” Thor spoke, getting Loki’ attention, who looked up at him keeping the smile.

“She was born like this, I think they call them were-foxes, kin to the werewolves that we hunt on Midgard from time to time, but her kind are harder to track. Call them tricksters, do they not Y/N,” Loki spoke down to the fiery eye woman that sat curled in the sack.

“Little fox cast a spell on the door guard I am told, devilish little thing,” Loki smirked.

“A fox you say,” Thor spoke darkly now, causing Y/N to look up at him, knowing she was too cold to fight.

A jolt of fear going through her body when the blue lined god jerked her to shivering legs, tearing the sack from a thick framed naked body to expose it to the cold. Thick middle, ample breast, beautifully plump thighs & hips for all to see, making the god of thunder growl deep in his chest, just how he liked them. Trying to cover herself, but he had her arms in a crushing grip that told her nothing she done would stop him.

“It has been centuries since I have seen a fox, explains the fiery red hair,” Thor smiled viciously in her face, filling Y/N shiver in his grasp.

“What do I need to do to make her turn into a fox, I would love to see that, even chase her across the Jotunheim, because I do love a chase,” Thor smirked, talking to Loki who came close.

Y/N’ heart hammered in her chest, spell, Y/N spell, think spell, oh fuck it, run, claw his eyes out on the way, she screamed in her head. Looking to Thor’ widening eyes the moment he realized her body was heating up, the hands that once gripped at his fur covered wrist turning into sharp claws that lashed out to make him let go. Claws screeching across the metal fur cloak ties holding the cape on, but at least he dropped her, everyone backing off to allow the larger than average fox room, snapping & snarling at them.

“Aren’t we full of surprises Lady Y/N,” Thor huffed out in laughter, stepping to the side so she had a clear view of the entry to the palace, the blonde Jotun hinting over to his brother to open the gates with his seidr.

“By all means little fox, have a run, I’ll be along shortly,” Thor joked, the two giving her more room.

Panic ceased her body, taking off across the cold floor to run across the waste once more, the frozen ground cutting at already tingling paws that continued to pound against it. Death was waiting, it was better than what waited for her if Thor caught her. Daring to still a glance to realize someone had set a frost beast on her, behind the beast was Loki, but no Thor. No Thor?

Looking forward, Y/N seen why no Thor, because he was in front, reaching down to take the fox into his arms & slam her into the ice. Breath leaving her, Y/N gasped for air, mortal body shaking as snow & ice pelted down on pale flesh. Peering up a the ever-dark blue sky praying for death as she shook under the god that pinned her to the ground, his smiling face coming into her hazed view.

“Swift little creature, & resilient to,” he laughed, while Loki approached having called the ice beast off.

“We best get her back brother, she may not be mortal, but something tells me she isn’t built for the cold like us,” Loki admitted, handing something down to Thor who took it.

The glint in the dim light caught Y/N’ eye, squirming when she realized this one was different, it was metal, not thick, thin, rolled, but it burned with cold all the same time, locking her true self away. Struggling in the gods arms as he stood, only to jerk a cloak free from his shoulders & fling it to the ice the cold sending shivers down his back. He may look Jotun, but he was far from it at times, craving warmth, warmth his pet could offer.

“I will be along shortly, I need to teach my pet a lesson,” Thor began, letting the struggling woman fall to the thankfully warm fur, looking down at her eyes widening in horror.

“See you at dinner then,” Loki spoke happily, turning to walk back to the palace, but within seconds was gone, leaving Y/N alone with the god that stood over her chattering body, but swearing he shivered with cold as well.

“Would you like me to warm you pet,” Thor smirked, sinking to his knees, cold hands grabbing Y/N’ quivering ones on the way down so she couldn’t pull away & falling between them.

“I’ve been gentle with you because I thought it was what you needed,” the blonde Jotun that hovered over Y/N began, hands leaving her knees to catch shivering flailing arms that he easily caught, pinning them to the fur with one hand while the other moved between them grabbing greedily at exposed cunt.

“Oh thank the gods,” Y/N breathed

Not meaning to voice the relief that his hands where warm, looking up, watching him smile, knowing he heard, & finally realizing that he ran hotter than the others. It was something Y/N didn’t realize till now because she had been sure to avoid his touch or being near to him since it seemed the others would cause her skin frost damage.

“Surprised are you little fox,” Thor spoke, leaning down closer, sharing his heat rutting on her so that his slick fingers could slide into her, causing her hot body to arch up into Thor’ bare torso, a gasp at the intrusion visibly leaving her body in a thick cloud of mist that followed his.

“Norns my little fiery one, how ready you are,” he spoke darkly, Y/N’ head thrown back in ecstasy, was she accepting her fate or was she actually enjoying it?

Hands turning in his grasp wanting to touch hot flesh, wanting to fill taught back ripple under her fingers, looking up at the god as he ruthlessly fucked her with two fingers. Red eyes boring into hers as she smiled now, grinding down onto his fingers & letting out another rasp of mist when he slammed another into her. Catching the nipple that she arched into his face, sucking on it hard before releasing it with a loud pop & mist of heated breath to look up at the begging creature held on the tips of his fingers.

“Please…. I … I want run… let me….,”Y/N panted, twisting hands in his grasp & looking up at them.

The young fox didn’t have the words now that Thor was rubbing on swollen clit, causing Y/N to buck at for more, the caress of his raised markings sending shivers of rapture though her in the form of violent shivers, legs shaking uncontrollably.

In no time the blue god understood, releasing her wrist while pulling free of wet cunt, earning him a whimper & bucking of hips begging he return. Pleading eyes meeting his as Y/N realized what this movement was for. Hot hands going to a toned stomach, scratching lightly at the ridges on his skin, while his equally hot hand held to ample hips, holding Y/N in place while guiding himself into her with the other. Y/N bucking up to meet the twitching cock, the god showing no mercy & buried himself in her silky wet cunt, both letting out clouds of pleasure that the act caused.

The biting wind, snow & ice forgotten when Thor began to pound Y/N into the fur without a second thought, velvet soft limbs wrapping around warm Jotun skin. Mortal skin becoming chafed by the raised lines, but not caring, she was warm, she was loved, he was keeping her. Nails digging into taught back, bringing Jotunn blue blood, but unflinching, teeth raking over Y/N’ soft neck only to bite down the instant his cock twitched inside her.

The azure god dragging her, clawing into his back, over the dangerously icy edge into oblivion. Both screaming out to the void of their release, hot streams of cum warming a cold womb, grinding down onto him while he continued to rut into her both finishing the chase. The god falling over his pet, panting for breath & reaching up to the collar around her neck to pull it free, sitting up to look into bliss hazed Y/E/C orbs that glittered with the light of the Jotunheim.

“No need for this little fox,” he panted, sliding out of Y/N, watching her smile up at him as the heat of his seed trickled out of her.

“I will gladly chase you all over the Jotunheim for an ending such as this,” he laughed, wrapping his arms under the fur.

Pulling it around them both standing with Y/N in his arms, thick thighs wrapping around toned waist. The heat of her cunt making Thor begin to twitch once more, warm arms holding tightly to his neck. Laying her head into the crook of his neck, placing soft lips across the raised markings to leave a gentle kiss.

“Thank you… master,” Y/N spoke into his ear, burying her face to keep the cold from biting at it, & unintentionally bucking plump hips into tight abs.

“No Y/N, you are allowed to call me Thor. The chase, all of it, you are worthy to be my equal,” he spoke into her ear, keeping the fur pulled to keep her warm as they walked back to the palace, a content sigh escaping tired body.

“Thor,” Y/N sighed, placing a kiss on his neck once more, filling warm, but tired.

“Yes, my little fox,” he smiled out at the palace, knowing he had finally found a creature that could with stand his, appetite.

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[the-tired-cat-hexer]

Chapter II

“Clay? What do you see?” Brendan asked, crossing his four arms. 

Clay lifted their head, their coat shining in the orange glow of the sun. Everything seemingly felt rather, not normal. It felt like danger was coming, but what kind of danger, they weren’t sure of. They haven’t exactly told the entire truth when it came to the very lucid vision, only a small part of it that could somewhat describe it. Even now, their whole body still felt sore from all the impact and running.

They let out a sigh and decided to follow the lichen and twisted vines for a little bit longer, just to see where they actually led. It shouldn’t hurt, should it? A sudden rustle came from the bushes where a crystal diamond form emerged from behind them, shimmering in the setting sun. Looking at him, nothing seemed to be wrong, for now at least.

Brendan immediately made it known that he knew something Zak didn’t. “Hey, feeling alright?” 

The hybrid with the ore disease lifted a nonexistent brow, “Yes, I’m alright.” He shook his body as if like a dog shaking off water. “Why are you asking?”

“Just cuz,” the inchling instinctively, and on accident, pointed at the earth dragon with his thumb. 

Zak stared for a minute before he turned his body to face Clay, or rather, lifted his upper body in a leap to do so. “Did you get a prophecy about me?!” He nearly yelled out, his eyes wide with awaiting excitement as he nearly ran towards them.

Should I lie? Clay asked themselves, unsure if they even felt comfortable sharing it. They were known for receiving omens, signs, and prophecies, but something like this felt too risky to mention. Like as if something bad would happen if they did tell him, or even make it worse. 

They looked at the diamond creature in front of them. Zak had a unique shape to him, his back was smooth but with harsh edges, just like a diamond would, almost like armor to allow better movement. His claws weren’t retractable, they were sticking out and glistening in the sundown just like the rest of his body, the white coat looking lightly amber. His eyes were small, but looked too organic, with black scleras like Clay’s, but the irises were a shade of neon blue. There was no hint of red anywhere.

“I mean, yeah but, I’m not sure what it actually means-” “Oo! What if it means that I will be a hero?” he dragged out the word hero as if it was definitely what the dream meant. 

Catching onto what Clay was doing, Charlie decided to lie further; “Again, Clay isn’t sure what it can actually mean, all we know is that-”

“It was you in red.” Clay ended up spilling out half the truth. Their gut ended up turning upside down, making them feel sick, but not enough to throw up.

The look of confusion on his face spread faster than a wave in a sea. “In red?” 

Something told Clay that they knew of this omen. Something, familiar. Like the sea that felt both welcoming yet dangerous. Maybe… No, there are many more of that kind, it couldn’t have been someone like Nikita, she was far too sweet to do or get tangled up in something like that.

“But I’m blue,” Zak continued, “why would I be in red?”

“I’m… Not sure, to say as much as I can…” Clay admitted.

Something like the dark green depths with faint screeching sounded from nearby. That was only something that Clay’s ears picked up, at least. Turning to the source of the noise, they could only hear it coming closer, like it was dragging itself toward them. Then, something like a bong rang through the depths, along with frequent drums that were faint, but their vibrations still could be sensed by Clay’s paw pads and eardrums. It sounded, so odd yet so familiar. But why? 

And why was it coming from Darryl’s land?

Clay could barely hear someone, maybe Charlie or Zak call out to them, but they ignored it and started padding to the source of the noise once more, aware that the three were following them.

When they reached the large wooden bridge that smelled sweet of all kinds of flora that grew around its fence. Even some vines… Grew down the fence and nearly into the stream, both emerald green and crimson that looked brown in the sundown. 

Letting out a sigh, the earth dragon with wavy stripes and ungroomed chest fur that smelled of old dried herbs walked forward and through the bridge, realizing that whatever the ambiance was, it was gone.

Looking at the cottage, nothing seemed wrong. The vines stopped just at the other end of the bridge, sort of reaching the middle. Maybe it was just starting, a calm before the storm.

“Darryl isn’t home,” Zak quickly mentioned. Well, that was convenient, Clay could explore the cottage without raising that much of a suspicion and Darryl asking too many questions. For now at least.

“Can I look around in there?” 

Zak hesitated for a minute before answering with an agreeing; “Yes, of course,”

Clay nodded, opened the door with their magic, and walked through the doorway. They closed the door. And nearly gasped.

Through Clay’s eyes, the whole cottage was covered in red flowers and vines and lichen on the inside, making it hard to walk around without tripping. Looking around, it was hard to see what was the cottage, as the red overtook it. Blood lilies and spider lilies grew out of the vines, having a sick stench to them. Like something was rotting. Knowing what both flowers symbolized, they didn’t question what that could possibly be. 

The ambiance rang in their ears, making it feel like it warned them of an upcoming danger. 

Without realizing it, Clay started to breathe heavily, feeling a slight panic overtake them. Everything felt grim and dead. The fire had been burning for a while, the smoke covering the ceiling and now the rooms, making it hard to see. Crystals the color of blood sprouted from the ground, itching to impale themselves into them like before. Clay remembered the sharp teeth that tried to consume them, but they managed to break free by sending a wave of magic down the beast’s throat before being thrown down a hill of jagged crystals. 

The dream kept on replaying in their head, haunting every thought that tried to overtake it. 

Beware the evil that hides within… The voice whispered. It sounded like a young boy.

“Clay?” Zak’s words suddenly rang through the whole room, startling the young earth dragon out of the vision, forcing them to look down at what used to be a large dog hybrid, now overtaken by the shimmering diamonds. “What did you see?” was the immediate question.

Clay couldn’t find words. It all felt too real. Again. 

The cottage was now a light brown color, made out of oak, birch, and some touches of spruce. The furniture was either out of wood as well or they were made out of stuffing and fabrics to give them a more cozy feel. Even the white windows were clean.

It was like it was never there.

Yet the crimson flame kept on burning somewhere, letting out clouds of smoke.

A wave washed over them, blood draining from the waters and staining their fur. Red.

Just red.

But why would something feel so familiar yet threatening?

“I think… I think that I saw a warning.”

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The whole castle was surrounded by a large garden that was blocked off from the rest of the places scattered around. And around the whole kingdom of L’manburg, were walls of stone keeping the citizens safe from any attacks. 

Clay and Schlatt were walking around the castle, talking about their day and about the alliances L’manburg had, even some little personal stuff, like which important figure had been horribly injured or what kind of great horrible things had happened in the kingdom or to Clay’s group. Clay kept the topic of the dream a secret for now, not wanting to draw too much attention.

Their laughter sounded from the royal garden. “Try and catch me if you can!” laughed the red and blond hybrid, having a set of horns that made him look like the classical depiction of the devil or a demon, just longer and more curved back. If Clay had to be honest, his horns looked rather bad for headbutting. Not to be mean, just that they knew enough from their own training to judge what was a hybrid’s weak point. Especially when the horns looked too thin and far apart.

The goat-spider hybrid rammed himself against Tommy, managing to actually headbutt him in the process, which the younger hybrid took as a challenge and forcing his forehead hard against his, causing the other hybrid to step back just to regain his balance.

Clay huffed through their nose and smiled, looking rather proud. 

“Got something to say, Clay?” the rather rough voice sounded from beside them, a little farther ahead a few steps. The large wolf spider hybrid with horns was looking over his shoulder at them, dark-colored eyes watching rather intensely. It wasn’t a threat, just a try at sounding more friendly than he usually would sound.

Clay shook their head, “No, just thinking,” They kept looking over the stone railing.

“It looked like you were thinking of something to say,” Schlatt crossed his arms, looking more accusative now.

Knowing to be patient with him, Clay just simply shrugged and looked up somewhere as if to roll their eyes and began to walk forward, swaying their tail lightly to get some of the energy out. “Maybe you’re just reading into me too much, can’t read me like that when there’s nothing to look for,”

Schlatt blinked before following the earth dragon, “Rather cryptic there, aren’t we?”

“Maybe, maybe not,”

“Or maybe you’re just an idiot,”

“Wow, really? Didn’t know,” Clay said sarcastically but still grinned a little bit.

To their surprise, the older hybrid actually faintly smiled. Well, that was an achievement.

“Oh, hello,” a familiar voice greeted the two hybrids within the castle, its two tails wrapped around his leg.

Clay put on a quick smile, trying to avoid eye contact so as to not scare the enderman hybrid with lightly curved horns. Clay has never really seen an enderian that was a half-albino, let alone a full-on albino. But with also heterochromia and slightly furry? Now that was rare to see. But now, they have seen him a bunch of times, so it wasn’t that rare for them at least. “Hey there, how are you?”

Ranboo returned the smile, “I’m alright, just…” it looked over at the two wrestling hybrids who were having the time of their life from the looks of it. “Just watching,” Ranboo admitted, clutching the book closer to his chest. 

“You better treat my son right,” Schlatt nearly growled, giving it a little overprotective glare at the tall hybrid.

From what Clay knew, some chemistry was developing between the enderman and Schlatt’s son. Toby was always the energetic kind, always being in someone’s business even if it didn’t evolve him, while Ranboo was more quiet and shy, respecting privacy and being a respected figure in L’manburg. Two opposites, yet both seemed interested in one another.

“I’m sure it does, spider momma,” Clay teased and earned a glare as well.

Appreciating Clay’s attempt at lighting up the mood, Ranboo smiled.

The three looked up when a scream echoed from the garden, only to see Toby chasing Tommy with a small beehive, which, strangely, fit too well with his personality. But then again, that was a problem.

“Tobias! Stop!” his father yelled, causing a burst of laughter and wheezing from the earth dragon and a very worried and nearly horrified expression from Ranboo, whose shoulders rose up and stiffened. This was the hybrid that Ranboo seemingly fell in love with.

That was one way to distract from the dream. Even if for a little while.

Clay let out a soft sigh after their laughter turned into giggles, their smile vanishing into a frown for another reason now, remembering a promise they once broke, yet couldn’t tell anyone other than Phil about. Thinking of that promise made them also think about…

They shook their head. They would find a spell soon for sure. They had to.

While Toby was getting scolded, the enderman hybrid with a split-colored face turned to them, a little spark of curiosity in its eyes. “Say…” he paused, thinking over its question carefully. “I was wondering, you mentioned once how your horns help you hear sounds no one else can hear,” “Uh huh?”

“What kind of sounds do you exactly mean?”

“Heh, well, it’s funny really. Imagine ambiance, it’s, something like that. It’s magic, that’s what it is.”

Ranboo blinked, “Ambiance?” “The character and atmosphere of a place. That goes for my visions and prophecies as well.” Clay explained, looking forward into nothing. “Whatever happens in either, the ambiance connects to it.”

Ranboo paused once more, thinking over what the earth dragon told him. “Can you maybe, explain it more?”

Clay’s heart dropped but they managed to keep their cool. “It’s basically like,” Their first thoughts were of the terrible omen. Maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to actually tell it. Looking around for anyone that could possibly read minds before letting out a sigh and readying the quick spell, “Do you wanna hear for yourself?”

“I, wouldn’t mind it, if it helps you explain it,” Ranboo nodded, straightening its back as if to put on a brave demeanor. “If it’s nothing scary,” 

“It kinda is, sorry if you run off,” the green earth dragon with wild dirty neck fur made a lighthearted joke and put the spell to work.

The gong returned as the deep dark depths hummed its lullaby. Something was slithering around too close around them, bringing with it the cold-crushing pressure along the beating of the drums. Something was making it hard to breathe.

Clay spared a small glance with their eye at the enderman widow spider hybrid, noticing how tense and faintly shaky he was. And when the gong hit again, Ranboo’s ears twitched along with its leg as he sensed the vibrations beneath.

“Should I stop it?”

“Yes please…” Ranboo murmured. When the spell stopped, he lifted his head, eyes unfocused as if it was still processing it. “That was… How do you-”

“I just do. It takes time to get used to, but it’s normal.”

Ranboo thought for a minute before shrugging. But then it just had to ask; “What kind of prophecy or omen did you get that it sounds like a nightmare?”

A nightmare. Clay wished it was just a nightmare. 

“It was… Sort of one, I suppose. But I’m not sure if I should tell you in case there’s a change of panic.”

“Wouldn’t it be smart to actually tell someone?”

“I guess but-” “But?” another voice added, clearly British. “You’re pretty much just putting others in danger by doing that.” 

The earth dragon turned around sheepishly, face cringing and ears turned back from being caught in the middle of an excuse. “Phil…”

“Do not call me by name like that,” the gold-haired avian with black raven wings growled, “you should know when to speak to about such matters,”

“No need to speak all royal, please,” Clay lightly pleaded, managing to lift up their head at the shorter hybrid. “And I know-”

“You know, yet you don’t tell anyone about it,” Phil added, wings twitching from the cold air. “You should tell us, even if your little anxiety is telling you not to.”

Clay gulped, feeling their head starting to hurt from the said anxiety. It really was hard to not think about starting a panic, especially when they had the reputation of a sorcerer. Knowing things that others didn’t, it put too much pressure on them.  Now that Clay was the center of attention, it became even harder to speak. Tommy and Toby were seemingly away, still somewhere in the garden from what they could sense. 

Letting out a sigh, Clay sat down and thought over their words. “I am not sure what exactly will happen but, from the looks of everything I’ve seen, danger is coming.” Looking up, everyone looked to be listening carefully from how they stayed silent and only watched them. Even Schlatt gave them his attention with yet again crossed arms. 

“I ran into the Cursed Cave, where I had the urge to fall asleep, so I did. The dream was… It felt like I just woke up, just somewhere else… I walked around, seeing all deep shades of red, with the, I guess roof, pulsating with bright red veins showing with each heartbeat. I then got welcomed by someone, a cat hybrid with red eyes, telling me that I am someone they have been searching for, and led me into a cave where I could barely see anything. Then, a bunch of others jumped me, I managed to get away but they kept on chasing me until I got into the crystal realm, I suppose I can call it that.”

“The crystal realm?” Phil asked, sounding calmer than before, acting like he was asking a normal question.

“It was just a cave now that I think back on it, it was pretty much one of those that had many crystals and gems, but this one was just…” The thought of what the next part could have meant made their heart sink, along with sweat dripping down their forehead. “It was diamonds, not crystals… I was just aimlessly running around, unsure where to exactly go when I saw…”

Phil blinked, taking the pause as a challenge. “Saw what exactly?” he said more firmly.

“I saw Zak walking behind one of the protruding diamonds, where I lost sight of him… I couldn’t find him anywhere after that, so I just gave up and sat down, thinking that something might happen if I just wait. And something did happen… He turned into this, monster made of jagged diamonds, that were shining red, no, made of red gems, he was made of some red gems that I can’t think the name of right now but… He clearly was under some kind of influence of whatever the cat hybrid said that wanted me-” “You didn't mention that part,” 

“I’m under a lot of stress right now, okay?!” Clay snapped before sighing, feeling now ashamed. “Sorry, just, listen, okay?” They felt relieved when the raven hybrid simply nodded. 

“I think I remember the thing being some sort of, egg shape, with petals and vines around it. So, I tried to run away but, Zak caught me and dangled me over his mouth as if he was gonna eat me. So I, blasted the remaining magic I had down his throat out of pure panic, causing him to scream in pain and throwing me down the stone hill where, I rammed into almost every jagged gem, somehow breaking through them. At the bottom, I ran again, just ran forward and hopped I would reach somewhere away from that place and him…” They sighed, looking down at the tilled floor. “I did ran off, and ended up waking up, with the last image being Zak getting fucking strangled with those cursed vines. Brendan and Charlie found me soon after.”

Tears were threatening to leave their eyes as they looked up at Phil, who now had a more sympathetic look on his face. “Happy now?”

Phil nodded faintly and looked at Ranboo and Schlatt, who just gave one nod. “Will tell William about it, and see what he has to say on it,” he said, “if his faulty powers will show him something you missed.”

Sighing again, this time more forcefully, Clay’s look softened. “Thank you…” 

Out of the corner of their eye, they could see the two teens hiding behind a pillar, both with wide eyes and lightly worried expressions on their faces.

The day continued as normal, with Clay now wandering the royal garden by themselves, hoping to get some kind of peace after that whole ordeal. The garden was stocked with flowers of all kinds, some exotic while some more basic. Yes, some were already wilting, but the rest, being able to withstand the cold, were still blooming. It was something to not only draw the eye in but to also offer comfort to those who enjoyed nature, with Clay being one of those people. 

But they weren’t the type of people who liked being interrupted while seeking some peace.

“So,” Tommy said behind them in a loud voice. “How exactly does one become a pathetic prophet like you?” Well, that was a good start, not. 

Rolling their eyes, Clay let out a huff and continued walking down the gravel path, trying to ignore the unintentionally annoying hybrid who was way too confidently honest. 

“Really, how do you see the future and past, when you cannot even tell the others about it?” Tommy continued, trotting behind them. “Shouldn’t a prophet say everything bluntly?”

Letting out a sigh, Clay looked down at the gravel beneath their paws, “Not every prophet has confidence, Tommy,” 

“But they should, like, how else can danger be avoided?” It sounded almost sarcastic, maybe even meant to be rude and mention the stereotype of prophets, Clay wasn’t too sure about that. But they weren’t there to judge that. Clay just needed some time alone, but Tommy wasn’t about to give up that easily.

“I already told them, Tommy.” 

“You could have told them way before!” 

Sucking in a lung full through the nose, Clay stopped in their tracks and decided, fuck it, show Tommy that just because they have anxiety, they can tell the future to him. “Do you then wanna hear what will happen in, two days? Along with other information?” 

Tommy paused for a minute, unsure of what to say at first, as if he did not expect them to suddenly say that. “Well?” he growled as if to pretend that he was waiting for them to speak further in the first place.

“Well, I see a future romance with two other hybrids, those two would soon introduce someone else into their relationship, cherishing him truly to bits. But, about those two days,” Clay paused, wondering if they should continue. But they already said it, so why stop there? They indeed let Tommy know they will say it. 

“I can see you trying to fly above an ocean, where you keep on bouncing off the jagged rocks when all of a sudden-” they turned around, eyes glowing blinding green. “-a strong wave comes in and sweeps you underneath the ocean along with one of the jagged rocks, pinning you between it and the sand.” They kept their voice calm, but still bit the inside of their cheek. Seeing the vision in front of them, feeling the salt and weighing ocean enter their lungs and nostrils. It was getting to them again. The visions.

Tommy was staring at them in disbelief, face twisted in slight worry and confusion. His round grayish blue eyes were filled with those of a deep ocean, drowning and gulping in the salty liquid. It was horrifying for them, and Tommy wasn’t aware of that.

“If there will be anyone to save you, you’ll be lucky, unless, you are alone.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tommy yelled, arching his back and taking a defensive stance like a cat. “You’re just trying to scare me, you weirdo!”

Clay fought the urge to smirk, finding the behavior amusing now. Just for now that is. Still so young and naive, just like they remembered when they last saw him. “I didn’t say you definitely won’t be saved, despite your stupidity, Tommy,” 

“Oh now you’re calling me stupid, aren’t you?”

“I’m talking about your risk-taking,”

“You’re the one that’s stupid you imbecile!” Tommy hissed, feathery-and-bat-like wings twitching nervously along with his swaying tail.

Suddenly, Toby sounded from behind the young red and blond hybrid, which caught Tommy’s attention a little bit. “Tommy!” 

“I think you should go,” Clay said calmly.

“Yeah, while you should-” before Tommy could finish, Clay turned into a peacock of greenish-blue flames and flew off into the cloudy gentle gray sky, vanishing among the clouds. Leaving Tommy to wonder if they were joking, or were actually serious about the prediction.

[tillthenexttimedoctor]

Of Engine Oil, Tears and Happiness

”No, it’s an actual tear, but it shouldn’t be...”

Gentle, sometimes violent, but always trying to get to the heart of things, there is an emotional pull to the episodes of series 10. It’s found in Bill’s openness, as her emotions and thoughts spill across her face, her words, her imagination. Rarely has there even been a companion so vibrantly, uncompromisingly and genuinely herself, in every way, no matter what happens.

But it also carries us through story about story, calling for empathy and understanding. It’s getting true the true nature of robots and wishes. It’s believing the best of those held in chains and recognising true monsters. It’s realising the truth about a scary house and about a family. It’s about knowing yourself, holding on to who you are even as falsehoods claw at your mind. It’s about finding your fate, even if it’s portals to other worlds or far away from home on Mars. It’s trusting that even evil is capable of goodness, as long as she wants to.

There’ is beauty in reaching out, even when it is scary. Even when the world has been broken and twisted beyond recognition. There is kindness in everyone. There is hope in tears. And that is why Heather’s story could never end with only a mournful goodbye.

Heather’s story begins with open questions and suspicious behaviour. On a show like Doctor Who, strangeness is the sign of a threat or the beginning of an invasion often enough. From her first appearance on, Heather comes across as a dubious figure. In a crowded lecture hall, she stares straight ahead, no sign that she is even registering the content. Encountering Bill at the bar, no words are spoken, just an enigmatic smile. And through it all, a the bright star in her iris, a curious feature on a show on which being human is optional.

And yet, these moments are undeniably framed as romantic. “The day you fall in love”, the Doctor exclaims as the camera rests on Heather’s face. And there, eyes are meeting, two people drawn to each other across a crowded room by a force that seems bigger than themselves. When Bill meets Heather again, our trust in this set up is tested once more, with an odd request that lures Bill to what is clearly a source of danger. A puddle without rain, a reflection that isn’t quite right, and a girl who first beckons Bill to look and then flees the scene.

Heather she sits in an odd spot between different different expectations. It may look like she is leading our heroine into peril, but she makes a poor evil seductress, too rough around the edges. Every revealed detail make her less suitable for a cute romance, drawn out over small encounters. Although even her last name remains unknown, we are given emotional glimpses. Alienation and discontent. She hates her surroundings and rejects who she is. A star is a defect. Something to be fixed.

Still, the very second Heather catches the glimpse of understanding, she begins to reach out, reach back. One moment, she is rude and dismissive, but an “Are you freaking out about something?” is enough to start confiding in Bill, to show her what she is preoccupied with, to admit that she wants to leave wherever she goes. To grant Bill a “maybe” when she asks to come along. These are the tentative beginnings of a romance, with all its unfulfilled promises, built on just one small moment of human connection.

It takes Heather’s transformation into the Pilot for the puzzle pieces of her isolation to truly fall into place. Stripped down to to her wishes and thoughts, she isn’t pushing the outside world away. Where Where Bill complained that her face betrayed her emotions, Heather’s showed detachment and hostility but hid her unhappiness and longing, those other fragments of her depression. Now she is reaching out, through all of time and space, longing for love. Bill is brave enough to reach back, but does not dare to hold on too long.

Mirrors, reflections, echoes, are a defining and essential theme in the Moffat era, from at least the moment on in which Prisoner Zero tries to hide behind an image created from Amy Pond’s mind. Heather is woven from the same thread that send fragments of Clara Oswald through all of space and time, had the Twelfth Doctor wonder about the familiarity of the face he was wearing, or let the ways in which these two characters were the same threaten the universe in the hybrid arc. Plot, monster, characterisation and theme often come together in one cohesive, beautiful whole.

And so the sad young woman finds a single droplet of engine oil left behind by a spaceship and it consumes her until she too is shaped from flowing tears. But among her handful of scenes and a small number of lines, Heather does not only have her physical nature altered. She does not merely shift her shape. Heather changes genre. As a mirror image, as a perfect reflection caught in a pudde, she responds to context, her purpose in the story, her meaning in a scene.

Heather appears as a monster when people believe her to be one. Met with careful trepidation, there barely seems any life in her. “You’re dead,” Bill says and in that moment, Heather might as well be. Emotionless and relentless in her pursuit, the young woman Bill had a crush on seems to have disappeared for good. When feared, this new creature is full of rage. The Doctor, Bill and Nardole run from her and what follows them is a screeching creature of water and fury.

But as that tone shifts, so does our perception of Heather. The Doctor tells a story about looking for connection the image rising from the water softens. When Bill looks upon her rising face with yearning, it is yearning that reflects back. And when she finally realises the truth, it is that overwhelming sadness that we are left with. It’s a goodbye made out of mirrors, until Heather dissolves into tragedy and leaves behind a single tear. And a joyous smile on Bill’s face, later, reminiscing, a quiet promise that this will not be the final chapter in this story.

“World Enough and Time” and “The Doctor Falls” set a stage that could not be bleaker, years of waiting whittling down bones, the violation of cyberconversion stripping away the flesh. And yet, the reponse could not be louder. Bill, impossibly, holds on to who she is even through her horrific ordeal and claims her soul, her face, her freedom to be herself. Missy proves herself to be capable of goodness in extremis, in a way only Missy could. Nardole proves his strength and wit more than once. The Doctor makes his stand, no matter how hopeless, because it’s right and decent.

There is hope in kindness. There is hope found within us. There is hope in tears. There is hope in humanity, in vulnerability, in the ability to feel pain, in the ability to grieve. In the barren wasteland of a battle, Bill cries, wails, and reality itself holds its breath. Magic is needed and so magic is given. Heather could be a source of suspicion, a romantic interest, a monster, a tragedy. And she can be a fairytale when the world screams for one.

Maybe this version of Heather that we meet now is able to speak to Bill because they now share the same nature. Maybe it is because Heather has learned a thing or two on her travels through all of space and time, too. Or maybe the person she is she kisses Bill, when she pilots the TARDIS, is just who she is when someone is actually willing to see her. Someone who accepts her as the sad, alienated woman and the being of immense cosmic power.

As she steps into the starlight to explore all of time and space with Bill, there is a star in Heather’s eye. It used to be a defect that she wanted to get fixed, a fault she found in herself, a taint. Allowed to be anything, to rearrange the atoms of the universe, it remains untouched. The smile on her face, however, is new.