#lennys voice i didn’t really ever dislike

[apeshit]

when i first got into alan parsons project i didn’t really love colin blunstones voice i always mostly preferred only songs sang by eric woolfson but after a while i really did develop a fondness for blunstones voice i like it a lot now

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

vahru asked : nasturtium & oak for sean

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. / @vahru​ -- accepting

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

       Despite Sean’s love for Irish politics and voiced loyalty to an independent Ireland, Sean wishes he could remember more about the place, or Donegal to be more specific. He also wishes he could’ve stayed there longer but he doesn’t mind America that much (mostly because they defeated the British lmao). He remembers lots of farmhouses, rich with acres and other small one-acre crop fields. One of his regrets was not traveling farther than Donegal, to explore Ireland vividly than in short glimpses in his memory whenever Darragh and him were on the run.

       Sean holds a large nostalgia for farm fields and cabins though, which makes the cabin he stays in RDO a great comfort for him. He can be alone in his thoughts and imagine back to when Darragh and him shared a much smaller-sized cabin. I think if Sean didn’t move from Ireland to America and if his father wasn’t a Fenian outlaw, he would voice a lot of boredom for the countryside. He both enjoys and dislikes bustling cities (don’t get him started on New York City), but he will admit there’s far more entertainment there. 

      Sean will talk about the place for hours, if allowed. But he more of enjoys talking about Ireland as a whole and about his father.

       I hope this answers this question, sorry for it being so short and rather boring.

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

      Of course, typical Sean would recall his father as the strongest person on his list. All the fighting he went through, all his determination both for fighting for his beliefs but also for being a father. Especially in America, he is proud of his dad for making light of his circumstances, for being able to make a joke when they only had a penny to their name and a moth-bitten blanket to sleep with. Somehow, his father always produced success from his circumstances one way or another. Whether that’d be stealing pumpkins to make some pumpkin bread or to cook pumpkin seeds, or being able to secure himself a labor job from the farm down the road. 

      Not only is his father on that list, but Sean also regards Lenny and Arthur on that list, and even throw Dutch and Hosea in there, too. 

      Sean isn’t the fondest of Hosea in the beginning, finding him as a grumpy old man envious of a young man’s prime, but even when he’s dealing with his illness -- Hosea still finds ways to con others and to make money regardless of his age. Dutch, well, he doesn’t exactly trust his judgment, but Sean would find it hard to exactly voice his concern, but Dutch has managed to be an empathetic person, more than most people he’s known, despite his violence. Before the later chapters, he has seen Dutch persevere and keep a level head most times in tragedy (Colter, Annabelle). Sean would disagree with this statement later on, though.

      Arthur and Lenny, I think he would keep that belief forever that they are one of the strongest people he knows. Lenny is calm and collected, logical, in troubling times and disaster, the story of his upbringing and being unapologetically himself. Sean has a huge fondness for Lenny, his witty, smart, and more educated than Sean thinks he would ever be. Arthur, though, I think it’s almost a no-brainer. Sean really enjoys Arthur and sees him both as a brother-figure and a role model, even sees a bit of his dad in him, actually. Arthur might not think he’s much, but Sean does. This thought would only grow stronger on how strong Arthur is in chapter six, but I think Sean always had a feeling that Arthur is really selfless.

[casual-eumetazoa]

mmmmmmmmmmmkay... gotta say Words about the episode, I guess

things I liked:

the show looks good, I’ll give them that - visually/aesthetically very pleasing, the music is amazing (I still miss Gold but I am starting to like this new guy a lot), everything seems modern, expensive, high quality

the theme music is wonderful and the title sequence slaps; love that shit! feels classic and brand new at the same time, and very Doctor Who; probably my favorite title sequence combo of the entire new run

the TARDIS design is gorgeous, like I cannot stress enough how much I love it; again, probably my favorite of the entire new run, and definitely top three of all that were ever made; it feels like a hybrid between Tenth’s TARDIS and Eighth’s TARDIS - bold, creative, beautiful design; on a related note, loved that “fixing the TARDIS” bit; I hope the fam will spend more time inside the TARDIS this season

the actors are giving their best; I feel like C was a huge waste of Stephen Fry, but perhaps it was a deliberate decision (because maybe Mr Fry wanted a cameo but did not have time for more scenes); 

Whittaker is good - idk if that was a move on her part or the writers/directors decision, but her Doctor feels calmer, more natural now; she is still quirky and mysterious and herself, but she feels more like a person, you know, and not a bunch of facial expressions and voice inflections thrown together

the companions are good too - Yaz is finally getting attention, and God, Graham and Ryan are like my favorite thing now! their dynamic is just a pleasure to watch; you can make a ‘comedic duo’ compilation just out of this episode alone

the new monsters are definitely my cup of tea; strange, spooky, not full on horror movie scary but still threatening... *chef’s kiss* I loved the twist of them getting through the TARDIS door - that has never happened before, I like that; I like how the Doctor quietly freaks out about it as well, cause she hates not knowing something and hates not being in charge; that scene where she keeps asking the creature and when it finally replies it is just mocking her? good shit right there; wanna see more of these guys for sure

and after some reflection, if you take it in isolation, I do love the final airplane scene; like if I just look at it as a piece of TV/storytelling, I think it is a really good scene; it’s loud, it’s chaotic, yes it is kind of all over the place but it is engaging, and the reveal was out of nowhere and predictable at the same time but I still enjoyed it; and yes it is a stupid cliffhanger but like... it’s Doctor Who! it has always had stupid cliffhangers and I for one respect that decision

things I didn’t like:

oh God... the writing; like I am sorry, okay, but that writing is bad; and it is so confusing to me cause the story overall was good in my opinion - the pace was okay, the events made sense, it has an actual plot, etc - but the writing is still bad? I think the dialogue is the worst by far, but the way the scenes were stitched together is really awkward as well; it feels like it has been written by a talented but severely inexperienced writer who understands more or less how a story is supposed to work but has no idea how to edit

specifically what annoys me is that the dialogue and, to a lesser degree, the sequence of events feels very superficial and forced; it’s not elegant, and it’s not surprising, and it doesn’t feel natural at all; the actors are giving their best but how the hell can you have a good delivery of those lines??? 

I wanna rewatch it already to give particular examples but the two things that come to mind are C explaining the whole deal with the aliens (telling instead of showing anyone? especially after you’ve already shown it???) and the interview with Lenny Henry’s character (again, telling instead of showing much?); and idk, the dialogue in general is just... eh, it annoys me that I can’t quite put my finger on why it is so bad - but it is so bad, that initially that thing alone made me dislike the episode 

and this is double annoying because I know that Chibnall is a good writer and can write excellent dialogue and put scenes together with no problem, and also because, traditionally, Doctor Who has always had great script editors that should have fixed this; like how do you give a dedication to Terrance Dicks and not fix these awkward fucking lines?? I am confusion

things I am unsure about:

the whole spy thing; initially was very excited about it, because I thought we would get a very Third Doctor era thing, but no, that was just a straight up James Bond knock-off; like, don’t get me wrong, Thirteen in a suit gives me life too - but they could, idk, Doctor-fy the whole thing a little bit? throw in some gaffs and alien words and the Doctor going “oh I was a spy so many times”; instead it felt kinda, idk, not integrated enough; like it made sense for the story, but not for the show overall

also I think that the episode had too much action; that car malfunction at the beginning? entirely unnecessary, could have replaced it with a conversation (Thirteen trying to get info out of the driver for example) and get better results; the motorbike chase? looks very cool, also unnecessary and could have been cut to twenty seconds easily; like, come on, this is Doctor Who! I want good dialogue, not Marvel-level action scenes

and now the most controversial thing... the Master; ufff, I have very complex thoughts about this

I’m not gonna lie, I do like that they are back; I think it was too early to bring them back, and it feels like a solely “for the views” decision with little to no creative thought put into it, but damn I love the character; the actor is great too - that being in disguise with no physical disguise bit? love it! like, in retrospect I can see how much he (the Master) must have enjoyed playing the sweet innocent bloke; and that switch in the final scene... that’s some good acting right there

I am kinda conflicted about his style in general, like I would have preferred for him to lean more on the Delgado side of things - more gravitas, calmness, but still with strong chaotic dumbass energy - but I do understand that the Master has to mirror and contrast the Doctor simultaneously, and this sort of more Simm-like delivery (more in the direction of bananas) works better for Thirteen, especially now that she is less awkward and more calm and collected; I like the homage to classics as well, like that tissue compressor thing, that was really good; and yeah the Master is hot again... nice

also the whole “the Doctor is still being secretive about her past” thing is really working for me - I’d love to see the Master slowly destroying whatever image she has built for herself and thus creating enough conflict between her and the fam to go on for the entire season

but having said all that, if we come back to the decision to bring them back... is Chibnall sure about that? because from what we have seen so far, it feels like we have cancelled out everything that Moffat has done with Missy; we’ve had such an amazing character arc with her in Capaldi’s era and now it’s all gone? now we’re back to blowing up planes and killing the Doctor? why? 

I am still holding on to hope that this is an earlier, pre-War incarnation of the Master that somehow slipped in to this timestream, but that seems unlikely; another way I could digest that was if the Master has lost their memory and doesn’t remember being Missy, which would make for a nice eventual reveal of the memories coming back to them and him being like “oh shit” - but if Missy’s entire character arc has been retconned, I am definitely not a fan

also, overall, I feel like Chibnall retconned one thing about the Capaldi era that I really loved - he brought Doctor Who from a proper serious drama (as one part of the show, obviously) to all cheesy, goofy, silly sci-fi nonsense; and like, has Doctor Who been cheesy in the past? definitely, and for most of its history, and I won’t complain about that; but this? this feels too cheesy, especially in contrast with Capaldi’s era; like please, Chibbers, can we please see some drama? if you’re going for the whole quality TV show feel, can we also get proper good dialogue and heightened emotion and higher stakes? cause I think you can overdose on ridiculous in Doctor Who

summary:

honestly if the writing - especially the dialogue - was actually good, this would have been a very good episode, an 9 out of 10 at least; but as it stands, those lines are spoiling it a bit too much for me, so I’ll give it a solid 6 out of 10

I know it is a part one of a two-parter so I won’t make any solid and final judgments yet, especially about the Master and the feel of the series overall; all I can say is that, again, if you ignore the dialogue (which I hope is a random fluke and will go away), this sets a benchmark for series 12 higher than series 11; so I am cautiously optimistic about it, and actually excited to see the next episode, but God do I have high standards now, having consumed a lot of Doctor Who media...

and now that I’ve said approximately 563 highly controversial things, feel free to rip me to shreds I guess - or agree with me, who knows

[dastardlydutchvanderlinde]

Hosea. Dutch. Gayness. Angst. Pls ❤️

I love you for sending this. This is based on a video I saw @vandermatthews reblogged https://vandermatthews.tumblr.com/post/180245422063

“Next time I’ll slit your throat myself.”

The venom in Hosea’s voice wasn’t something that was heard often insidecamp. Everyone forgot sometimes that this was the man who had first ran withDutch, the only man with the backbone to reign him in. It made sense there wasdarkness to Hosea, but Arthur had never really gotten used to seeing it. 

Sean stuttered. He was the one holding the rifle but there was noquestion over who would wind up bleeding out if it came to it. 

Hosea snarled as he released Sean, pushing the man almost off his feet.He starts to march away, only to spot Arthur, “He’s useless that big sack ofturd.”

“Mhm, I know that.” Arthur responds, mostly because if he didn’t agreewith Hosea that anger would be taken out on him. 

Sean staggers, finding his footing. “I’m- I’m- I’m sorry!” He callsafter Hosea, but the man has already stormed away. 

“Wouldn’t waste your breath.” Arthur says, adjusting in his saddle. “Youand him ain’t ever gonna be friends.”

“What I ever do to him eh?” Sean says, straightening out his shirt sleeves. 

Arthur chuckled. “It ain’t what you did to him.” 

Sean look at him, exasperated. “Now what the fuck’s that supposed tomean?”

Hosea liked everyone in camp well enough, but Sean? There was asignificant frostiness there. There was also one detail about Sean thateveryone else in the camp lacked. 

“You tried to kill Dutch, idiot.” Arthur says, like it’s the mostobvious thing in the world. 

Sean throws his hands up in the air. “Aye, and the bloody bastardforgave me not ten seconds later! Come on Arthur, I’m not the only person herewho’s had a go am I?”

Arthur shrugs. “Guess you could count Kieran as an O’Driscoll, but thenthat still ain’t Dutch specifically. They want to kill us all.” 

“God damn it. Why’s Hosea all up in arms about it still anyway, that wasages ago! All in the past!” Sean says, kicking at the dust. 

There was a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why Hosea still heldthat particular grudge, but if Sean was too dense to see it Arthur wasn’t goingto open his eyes. “Clearly Hosea don’t see it like that.” 

Sean snorts. “Clearly.”

Arthur sighs, gently pushing his horse to move. He had actually been onhis way out. “Look, if I were you I’d give him a wide berth. Just don’t speakto him if you can help it. In fact, just don’t speak.”

“Very funny Arthur, you’re a funny guy!” Sean grumbled. “Where you offto anyway?”

“No business of yours.” Arthur shouts over his shoulder, disappearinginto the night. 

Sean sits himself back down on the tree, vowing to stay awake this time.The camp is fairly quiet, especially now everyone had heard Hosea’s outburst.He’d headed off towards the partially hidden scout campfire and by the soundsof it the rest of the camp had gone in the opposite direction. 

 Lenny had been sat in the quiet of the scout campfire, but one quicklook at Hosea approaching had him standing within seconds. 

“You okay?” Lenny asks the older man, shoving his pack of cards backinto his pocket. 

Hosea waved a hand. “Sure. I just, need a minute.” 

Lenny hesitated, but he’d been within earshot of the little incidentwith Sean. “You… you sounded pretty pissed back there.” 

Hosea sighs heavily, taking a seat by the fire on one of the logs.“Well, I can’t say I was happy to find that shit stain asleep on watch.”

“Went off on him like he’d killed the dog.” Lenny says, and he doesn’trealise how close his made up scenario was to the real reason behind Hosea’shatred. 

It takes every ounce of his self control not to react with violence tothe simple conversation. Lenny didn’t know, he was just trying to be nice toHosea. 

Visibly biting his tongue, Hosea tilts his head down to stare at theflames. “If you don’t mind, Lenny. I’d rather be alone.”

Lenny is backing up before the request has even finished leaving hislips. He knew you didn’t poke an angry snake with a stick if you didn’t want toget bitten. “Of course, Mr Matthews. I’ll keep everyone away for you.” 

“Thanks Lenny. You’re a good kid.” Hosea said, the tiredness he feltseeping into his voice.

Lenny disappeared, heading for the safety of camp.

Hosea had half an hour before his peace was disturbed, and half an hourwas not long enough to cool off.

 The footsteps are ones he knows well, which was the only reason Hosea didn’tthrow anything at the approaching man. 

“Lenny said you were out here.” Dutch breaks the silence, standingacross the other side of the fire. 

Hosea always liked looking at Dutch in orange light, but he can’t lookat him now. If he looked at him now he’d be marching back to where Sean was nodoubt asleep again and shooting the kid without hesitation. 

When Hosea doesn’t respond or look at him, Dutch starts to move,circling around the fire until he was behind his oldest friend.

“Will you ever forgive that poor boy?” Dutch teases, standing too closebehind him. 

Hosea sighs heavily, not in the mood for taking that particularsituation in any lighthearted manner. Dutch never took his dislike for Seanseriously. He wasn’t sure if it was to try and diffuse Hosea’s hatred or if hegenuinely didn’t think it was a big deal but it did nothing to sooth the venomin Hosea’s veins. He considered humouring the question and answering, but itwasn’t something that came easily to him. Forgiveness sure, he could forgive alot, but forgetting? Hosea would never forget how damn close he had been tolosing Dutch forever. 

There’s a weight on his shoulder, and Hosea shifts until his back ispressed against Dutch. Dutch kneads his fingers along tense muscles, his thumbtracing a line up Hosea’s neck. He starts on both shoulders, and Hosea suddenlyfinds himself relaxing, all the tension being eased away. 

“He was just a kid, Hosea. No harm, no foul.” Dutch mutters, nevertaking his eyes off the man in front of him. He should be keeping a look outfor any nosey camp members, but after the chewing out Sean got and with Lennyacting as a warning, he doubts anyone would try to get within sight ofHosea. 

“Not the point, Dutch.” Hosea says, and he tilts his head back, restingagainst the solid warmth Dutch’s body provided. He didn’t need the reminderthat Dutch was alive and well, but… well. Maybe he did. 

Every time he looked at Sean all Hosea could see was the barrel of arifle pressed against Dutch’s temple. He’ll never be able to wipe the coldfeeling that had exploded into his chest, the way time had stood still as Dutchmet his eyes and Hosea had known he was saying goodbye. That he had wanted hislast moments to be with Hosea. 

He’d never not see that when he looked at Sean. 

“He nearly killed you.” Hosea whispered to the fire burning in front ofhim, unsure if Dutch would even hear him. 

The hands rubbing at his shoulders disappear, and then Dutch is in frontof him, kneeling in the dirt so they were eye to eye. 

“Look at me.” Dutch demanded, and even on his knees he was always theone to be obeyed. Hosea lifts his head, meeting Dutch’s gaze.

He moves a hand, grasping Hosea’s jaw to make sure he wouldn’t lookaway. “He didn’t kill me. I’m still here. We’re okay. We are all gonna beokay.”

“I can’t just forget it, Dutch. When you-“ Hosea cuts himself off,clenching his jaw in Dutch’s grip. 

Dutch sighs, and his hand slips around to the back of Hosea’s neck,pulling them in close. “I know. It’s just, folk notice things now. The biggerthe gang gets the more observant they become. Please, please make an effort tobe civil with Sean. I ain’t asking for you to like him, or pretend to.”

Easier said than done. Hosea can’t control the rage that burns up insidehim when he comes into contact with the idiot. “I’ll do my best to avoid him.That’s all I can promise.”

Dutch just smiles and stares at him. It’s the kind of look that isusually reserved for when they’re totally alone, the open affection the man haswritten across his expression is something that could easily get them bothkilled. 

“That’s all I ask.” Dutch says, stroking at the soft hair at the back ofHosea’s neck. 

Usually he’d jump through hoops trying to do what Dutch asked, but thistime, this time Hosea wasn’t sure if it was a request he could abide by.

Dutch nods, and starts to let go of Hosea to back up out of his space.

Hosea snaps a hand out, his fingers closing around Dutch’s wrist andstopping him from pulling away. 

There’s silence for a moment, the pair of them unwilling to pullapart. 

“I can’t-“ Hosea breaks off, taking a deep shuddering breath. It kept replayingthrough his head. He could picture it like it was happening now. The smell ofsawdust and freshly cut wood, money bags heavy on his shoulder, Dutch’s handsfrozen halfway up and his rings glinting in the sunlight. The barrel of the gunleft an indent against his skin, red and angry. Hosea can still see the fear inDutch’s eyes, and he can still imagine what it would have been like if Sean hadpulled the trigger. 

Dutch is waiting for him to finish, patiently rubbing gentle circlesagainst his thigh with the hand that wasn’t threaded through Hosea’s hair.

“I can’t stop seeing it. You, and the gun, and I knew Dutch. I knew youthought you were never gonna see me again.” Hosea whispers to the dark. 

“Stay with me tonight.” Dutch says softly.

Hosea realises they’re so close now that he can feel Dutch’s breath, andhe can’t bring himself to pull away. 

“We can’t.” Hosea hates it, but they can’t. The camp was too quiet, tooclose. They couldn’t risk it. 

Dutch doesn’t see it that way. “To hell with everyone. Stay withme.” 

Hosea knows he should refuse, but even as the words start to form in hismind, the second Dutch’s lips touch his he knows it’s a lost argument. 

Dutch kisses like his life depends on it, intense and needy, and he cannever keep his hands to himself. Before Hosea knows it they’re pressed chest tochest, with Dutch still kneeling between Hosea’s legs. If anyone saw them therewould be no way to explain it. But, with that empty look of fear on Dutch’sface still present in Hosea’s mind, he can’t stop. 

“You’d best never leave me.” Hosea growls as they break apart, clingingto Dutch’s waistcoat in a bid to make sure they didn’t topple off the log. 

Dutch smiles, and he trails kisses along Hosea’s jaw, down his throat.“I’ll try make sure you go first, old man.” 

Hosea chuckles, and he lets Dutch nip at his skin. “It’s a deal.” 

Dutch laughs, pulling back. “Glad that’s settled. Now, come with me so Ican show you how alive we both are.” 

That was a request Hosea had no intentions of refusing. 

[writingmaniacnerdart]

Resurrected Repartee: A Hallowed Shapes AU Chapter 15 - Reunited

These are alternative scenes and/or snippets of a developing relationship between my OC and Loki from my original fiction, Hallowed Shapes, for any shippers out there.

Basic Concept: Terra Barloc is a member of Damage Control, an organization that cleans up super messes, and frankly, all of them are kind of tired of cliches and super bulls***t. She has abilities to see “life energy” as she calls it, in the forms of symbols, and through lies and facades. That means shape-shifting and tricking her can be well, tricky. Plus, she’s addicted to caffeine, painkillers don’t have much of an affect on her, and she can’t get drunk.

What happens the first time when she meets Loki, Prince of Asgard? Well, he was invading Earth and…She tackled him, insulted him, and uh, it’s best just to read. Let’s just say these two have issues, massive issues.

So getting them into a romance, is going to be a bit of an adventure.

As all of the Damage Control members finally stepped out of the room, Loki’s and Terra’s eyes met. Before Thor even had a chance to hug his friend, Loki reached her first, embracing her tenderly and with a desperation that few had ever seen. Pulling back, he stroked stray strands of ebony from her face, nearly laughing with joy at the sight before him.

“Are you alright?”

They both either ignored Thor, or didn’t notice as he began making faces, both grinning maniacally as realization dawned on him and he waggled his eyebrows at nearby Damage Control members. The muscular man also performed a small jig, unnoticed by the two that were reuniting.

Terra frowned slightly, “Not really, but I will be, especially since you’re here.”

At the last part of her declaration she not only brightened, but blushed as she visibly began to recall certain discussions. Pressing his forehead to hers, they both remained quiet, wanting to say so many things, but at the same time aware of their audience. Thor was grinning at them rather unbearably, shiny white teeth sparkly with giddiness. Terra’s kin had mixed reactions ranging from concern to pride. He couldn’t blame them, considering he was still an enemy to most on Earth, and Damage Control in particular had reasons to dislike him. It just made the fact that Terra was willing to hug him that more miraculous in perspective.

Thor started to open his mouth when Terra’s father shushed him and had the others drag him away, causing the Asgardian to stutter protests before Abigail whispered something to him. Ballinger glanced between Loki and Terra, the man’s gaze lingering on his daughter more than the Prince before sighing.

“We’ll give you two some time alone,” Lenny said, before facing Loki. “Young man, and don’t give me the excuse that you’re millenia years old, I’d like to speak with you later. Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite your head off. I’m just...She’s my little girl.”

Understanding the implications of Ballinger’s words, Loki didn’t get the chance to respond as Terra’s father walked away.

Terra frowned, “Sorry, we had to share minds briefly before the meeting and-”

“I understand,” he murmured, not angry at all. “Though I am curious as to how my brother knows.”

“I am too,” she admitted.

Said brother’s voice boomed out, “Loki is NOT always as sneaky as he thinks!”

Terra raised an eyebrow and Loki realized, Thor eavesdropped on his call to Terra earlier. Of course he would. Terra just snickered, “Well, I’ve never had a true sibling but I would gladly count Abigail as one, and she does similar things all the time?”

She gave him a sympathetic pat and Loki groaned, feeling horrified by the implication that he was tricked by Thor of all people. Then he remembered, he was supposed to be alone with Terra, and smirked. Taking her hand, he said, “May I show you a place here that I find the view particularly spectacular?”

“As long as something doesn’t try to kill me again, okay,” she laughed.

“It won’t, I promise,” he uttered, pressing his forehead to hers.

This is NOT a canon scene from my fanfiction, but if it was, it would likely take place in Hallowed Shapes: Thursday, somewhere in Chapter 24: Infinite Power.

PS  One of my Beta Readers really liked the idea of shipping Loki with my OC even though they’re not canon in my fanfiction, Hallowed Shapes.We’re friends and while I didn’t get it at first, I’m not against anyone shipping said character with other fictional characters as long as everything’s consensual and/or healthy relationship-wise. Heck, I’m a little supportive because Loki’s literally gender-fluid and both characters are LGBT (neither are straight) even if I don’t directly ship them.So, that being said, I originally wrote these alternative scenes of my story for their birthday.

[writingmaniacnerdart]

Resurrected Repartee: A Hallowed Shapes AU Chapter 7 - Mind and Body

These are alternative scenes and/or snippets of a developing relationship between my OC and Loki from my original fiction, Hallowed Shapes, for any shippers out there.

Basic Concept: Terra Barloc is a member of Damage Control, an organization that cleans up super messes, and frankly, all of them are kind of tired of cliches and super bulls***t. She has abilities to see “life energy” as she calls it, in the forms of symbols, and through lies and facades. That means shape-shifting and tricking her can be well, tricky. Plus, she’s addicted to caffeine, painkillers don’t have much of an affect on her, and she can’t get drunk.

What happens the first time when she meets Loki, Prince of Asgard? Well, he was invading Earth and…She tackled him, insulted him, and uh, it’s best just to read. Let’s just say these two have issues, massive issues.

So getting them into a romance, is going to be a bit of an adventure.

Terra knew her head was nodding off at some point, but had forgotten when until her head hit the desk and she sat up, shouting, whilst falling out of her chair, “En garde vegemite!”

Finding herself on the floor face first, she groaned, “Ow.”

Yep, it really had been a typical week at Damage Control.

“Terra? Why are you still here?”

Oh great, it was Loki. Wait, why was Loki here? “Could ask...Same, you.”

There was a pause. “...Terra, when was the last time you slept?”

Er, “Sleep, for weak?”

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to say if ‘sleep is for the weak’, or if you haven’t slept for a week.”

She hesitated. “Both? I think?” Moaning she slapped her face and dumped some more ice-cold water on her head, yelping and ignoring Loki’s frantic cry. Shivering and blowing a raspberry, she checked her watch, her vision was still slightly blurry. “Huh, make that eight days. Got paperwork to do.”

Terr got up then, wobbling as her knee hit the desk with a heavy, loud, thud.

“Ow.”

With that, she took another swig of her overly caffeinated Death Wish coffee and feeling more awake, began working again. To her surprise, she found Loki promptly taking away her pen, setting it on the desk, then picking her up, and carrying her away. Before she could utter a word, her took her phone from her pocket, and was talking to her boss.

“Ms. Chapel, are you aware that Ms. Barloc is still at work?”

“WHAT?!” Oh crap. “SHE’S STILL SUPPOSED TO BE ON SICK LEAVE!”

Huh, she was? “Whoops?”

“Mr. Friggason, you have my express permission, and on behalf of Lenny Ballinger, also known as her father, to get her home, and send her to bed! Please keep in mind what will happen if you push any boundaries though.”

“Yes, I understand completely and-” he paused. “Did you just call me Friggason?”

A new voice came on the line. “We understand that you dislike both of your...Supposed fathers’ names, but that you at least respect and care for your adoptive mother. Should we choose something else?”

The prince shook his head although only Terra could see him, “No, Friggason is, acceptable.”

“Treat her well. And Terr Bear, get rest.”

“Yeah Lenny,” she yawned, leaning her head against Loki’s shoulder, her vision too blurry to see his expression. “See you in the morning.”

“Try afternoon, it’s already morning.”

Her brain was too foggy to think. Or speak. Or…

When she woke again, they were outside her apartment, and Loki was talking to someone. It was Raoul. They sounded, concerned? She was too tired to open her eyes though, and she couldn’t move even if she tried. Utterly paralyzed, she tried not to listen, but she ended up hearing anyways.

“...She saved my life you know. There was a vampire hunter after me. She was scared, terrified. A strange man in her newly bought apartment and all, and with her past? But, she still confronted me, tried to give me the benefit of the doubt and, she was kind even when afraid. She was a kid then, this scrawny thing. She didn’t ask for anything, she didn’t want anything from me, so the most I can do is guard her home,” Raoul said.

Terra felt a hair pushed back.

“But even nowadays she doesn’t sleep, nor does she...I’m worried that someday, she’s going to break, and in more ways than we’ll ever understand, that she won’t come back from,” Raoul admitted. “I know she’s mortal, that they all fall, but...There are some you can’t help but want to keep safe.”

Loki was quiet, “What was she like as a child?”

There was a chuckle, “This kid was one hell of a trickster. She pranked everyone. She was rebellious, and merciless. She cursed a lot too, unless Lenny was around. Even then she found ways to curse in other languages. She was clever, but severely anti-social. Not to mention a bit of a daredevil...Sometimes we wondered if she was suicidal honestly. But, she was also really caring. Do you know what tsundere is? She was one of those. She acted tough, but had a soft heart.”

His tone turned remorseful, “But, there were also moments that she seemed, far older than she should have been. I don’t mean her eyes, you know how they glow and have that ancient feel to them? I mean, like she has experiences that made her older than she should be. She was only a teen but, she felt so much older, even to a vampire like me, and I’m centuries old. I can’t recall how many times she’s given me advice.”

“So, she has always been brazen?”

“Oh, she’s fairly humble...Yet I think she’s outward and speaks when she knows there’s something that needs to be said,” Raoul stated. “She’s not afraid to speak her mind because, she does her best to be honest, even when she’s afraid.” He suddenly burst in silent, hiccuping laughter. “You should’ve seen it, the short girl bossing around three giant men wielding weapons covered in blood and leather...Somehow she was still frightening enough that we listened though and lowered our weapons, and she didn’t have to use her powers. I swear, nobody, and I mean nobody, was going to question that little girl’s authority in that moment, even when she was wearing frilly pink pajamas.”

There was a sigh, “Anyways, you should get her to bed. I’m just surprised she’s slept for this long. Normally she’s up and screaming by now.”

“...Up and screaming?”

Terra didn’t have to see to know her friend was frowning, “She has nightmares. Her past haunts her, and the ones who hurt her...I don’t know how much has been divulged to you and it’s not my place even if she doesn’t keep it a secret, but Terra’s powers? She’s a mutate, and those abilities were forced onto her without her consent when she was a child through unnatural means. The trauma from it follows her, as do the death and scars from it. Ask if you want, but keep in mind what such questions may do.”

Wait, were they all hiding her past from other people. No wonder everyone was so bloody confused! But, it wasn’t as if she could just tell everyone. Just imagining telling everyone she knew made her stomach growl, making her feel ill. The men became quiet then, both groaning.

“When was the last time she ate?” Oh right, she was also hungry. And for some reason, her consciousness was separate from her body as the latter began acting on its own. She instinctively began mumbling while nibbling Loki’s ear and part of his neck. Raoul began laughing, clapping his hands. “And I thought I was supposed to be the vampire!”

“Help me,” Loki grumbled, yelping a little as Terra bit him, leaving more than a hickey mark. Inside, her mind was screaming in mortification. Gently prying her off, there was a movement and Raoul let out a cry of pain. Terra guessed that the prince stomped on Raoul’s foot. “You, make food. And I’ll, put her in bed.”

“I’m a vampire, you think I remember how to make mortal food?”

“I’m a god and royalty, do you think I know how to make food?”

At a standstill, Raoul sighed, “Okay, she has several cookbooks in there. Some are way too advanced for either one of us, but if needed, she has a laptop in there. I have a password to one of the spare accounts. I can find the recipe to something simple...Like broth or soup. I think she’s mentioned that’s good for people with weakened immune systems or stuff like that.”

“Fine, just don’t poison her.” Terra was screwed. So very screwed. She could sense the prince looking at her apartment as they entered with Raoul’s spare key. “It’s...Very spacious in here.”

“Yep, she spends most of her time at the office and isn’t much of someone to keep personal stuff. Well, besides movies or reading maybe. I’ve been in her room a couple of times. The first time was when she caught the flu. Ballinger, her dad, had to be called in for an emergency shift and asked me to watch her. The second time she had been stabbed in the eyes at the Xavier Institute and needed to recover. She learned how to live being blind for a few good months, but it wasn’t easy at first.”

Terry found herself feeling the atmosphere of her room, and heard Loki inhale. “She’s...Got glow-in-the-dark stars in here?”

“...She hates the dark. She’s, claustrophobic and-”

“Haphephobic,” Loki finished, as though recalling a memory, his grip loosening on her sightly as he laid her onto the bed. “Everything about her home is, spacious.”

She heard his footsteps as he glanced around, fingering her books carefully. Raoul spoke then, “She wouldn’t mind if you borrowed them you know. She lets kids, and me, read them. Heck, some een stole them. She was disappointed, but...I think she’s happier when someone reads them.”

“There’s no dust,” Loki commented. “She takes good care of them.”

Raoul was probably shrugging even as she heard clattering from the kitchen, though he struggled to muffle it. “I think, she finds sanctuary in them. They’re a safe place. So if others find safe places in them, even if it hurts her, she doesn’t want anyone else to feel as she once had.”

The prince stopped moving. “...What happened to her?”

Terr could hear Raoul swallow. “That’s not my story to tell. But, I’ll just say for now that some bad people got to her, and people like her when she was younger.”

She fought her body to wake up, but her stomach only growled louder. There were sudden clattering noises in the kitchen and she heard the clicking noises of her oven combined with water from the sink being turned on. Something akin to vegetables to being cooked.

“How is this mortal even alive?” Loki grumbled.

“To quote a famous sorceress, ‘Sheer dumb luck’,” Raoul remarked.

Terry finally found strength in her body to move. Well, kind of. “Why does my head hurt?”

“You nearly impaled upon your work desk,” Loki explained.

Her body reacted before her mind did, leaping into the air. What the hell was wrong with her?! Loki caught her then, and her body tensed, she screeched, kicking him and punching him in the nose as her vision came back. He groaned in pain as Raoul laughed, getting an ice pack from the freezer and handing it to the prince.

Terra moved quickly to aid him, quickly stuttering out apologies as her senses tried to put everything together, but then her limbs and abdomen her, causing her to pull into a fetal position on the ground as her eyes flickered, burning green flames as she cried out in pain. Suddenly, both men reached for her, Raoul touching her forehead.

“Shit Terra, you have a fever. Prince Loki, can you grab some more ice packs from the freezer? We need to cool her body down,” the vampire exclaimed. The prince moved without hesitating and Raoul picked her up, placing her on the bed once more, “Child, why do you do this?”

As she fell back into slumber, memories of the past plagued her and Terr couldn’t help but think of how much she truly hated her mind and body.

This is NOT a canon scene from my fanfiction, but if it was, it would likely take place in Hallowed Shapes: Wednesday, between Chapter 21:Piece of Mind and Chapter 22: Moon Child.

Terra Barloc + sleep deprivation = bad.

The Beta Reader asked for something kinky...Lo and behold, Loki, vampires, and nom noms. Happy?

PS  One of my Beta Readers really liked the idea of shipping Loki with my OC even though they’re not canon in my fanfiction, Hallowed Shapes.We’re friends and while I didn’t get it at first, I’m not against anyone shipping said character with other fictional characters as long as everything’s consensual and/or healthy relationship-wise. Heck, I’m a little supportive because Loki’s literally gender-fluid and both characters are LGBT (neither are straight) even if I don’t directly ship them.So, that being said, I originally wrote these alternative scenes of my story for their birthday.