#you are unhinged and mean . the new you actually cares and it makes her lethal as fuck as a result

[div1nity]

◜⠀  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒⠀⠀⠀ —⠀⠀ ،،̲      𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 , 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 ﹗

𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 , 𝑖 𝑔𝑜 . 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 , 𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒆 .

２０１７ ／ ２０２３      ⟋         it might be silly but making this got me so emotional , she's my baby girl , my little meow meow &. there is something about her that is , unironically , embedded in my soul for the rest of my lifetime - i've grown so much &. coraline has along side me , there is not a single moment where i can picture me NOT thinking about her . she means the absolute world to me , even though writing has been a struggle , the love i have for this girl is unmatched .

[silkylious]

Tsunami (Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader)

Bakugo x fem reader

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

A/N: Ahhhh this is my first post on tumblr, i hope you like some bittersweet  goodness w angry boi. constructive criticism is much appreciated!

Love.

Such a complex, convoluted emotion that many people find themselves falling helplessly victim to. Of course, there are the cheesy scenes in romantic movies that exaggerate and almost drain all meaning from the prickly feeling; sharing a sweet kiss while basking in the cool caresses of dewdrops, or having a dim-lit home dinner -scenes which drove his gag reflex reeling, he simply couldn’t understand the appeal of mushing faces with someone when he had better things to do, to achieve. He was going to be the number one, dammit, he didn’t have time to waste on cuddling and doing “couple-y shit” with some extra. That’s not to say he’d never had a crush, or found some girls attractive, hot even, but he kept in mind all his “crushes” (he loathes that word with a burning passion) were merely fueled by his hormonal mind, driven by pure sexual attraction. Nothing more, nothing less. So, he never sought out relationships.

And that was enough for him to keep his peace, unhindered and undisturbed on his desolate little boat, one that he was rowing tirelessly towards his end goal, with no waves and no turbulences daring to stand in his way of firmly grasping that number one spot.  

Until a tsunami came crashing in, pummeling him off his safe cruise.

That tsunami was you.

He really should have seen the signs -no that’s not right, he definitely noticed the red flags raising in his peripherals, he should have acknowledged them. It started out as small, barely existent ripples, something to break the monotony of his journey and rock his boat gently. You’d always greet him with that stupidly bright smile, the one that made him feel uncomfortable, skittish (though he hadn’t realized why yet), the one that surely made the sun writhe in boiling jealousy. No matter what time of the day it was, how early in the morning or how deep into the night, you always seemed to make it a point to address him with that unhinged, cheeky grin. He’d reply with a curt nod, or a faint grunt if you caught him on a good day, wanting desperately to ignore the brewing sensation inside him.

“Hey, Bakugo! Did ya sleep well?”

He never replied to the tedious question, refusing to give into the one-sided small talk. That didn’t stop you from resuming your daily routine of pestering him about his training progress or babbling about some movie he couldn’t care less about. He didn’t pay an inkling of attention to the stream of word vomit pouring out of your mouth, no, he much rather zoned in on the way your lips move languidly, still upholding that infuriating smile, the way stray follicles fell over your neck, having escaped from the usual updo you were sporting. His concentration faded in and out of the single-sided conversation, managing to scrap together bits and pieces of whatever you were droning on about. Though he never made any effort in reciprocating your enthusiasm, he never shut you down either (like he would most people), and that was incentive enough for you to keep coming back. To keep talking his ear off with a cluelessly precious smile.

Looking back, he probably should have stopped it there, but he didn’t, he couldn’t help but revel unconsciously in your optimism, though he’d be buried six feet underground before he admitted that. It looked all too peaceful, he didn’t mind the soft stir in his boat, and he was more than content to leave it at that. But then you had to go and push your luck.

You were infinitely aware that he treated you… differently, to say the least, your classmates were also painfully conscious of his strangely tamed and, dare I say, docile way he acted around you, everyone with eyes could see it, except him apparently. Even if he was agonizingly oblivious to his own feelings, yours too, your heart couldn’t help but accelerate whenever he displayed a rare act of kindness towards you. One time in particular, he scolded you for overworking yourself while tending to your wounds, his words lacking the usual bite, none the wiser to the chest palpitations he was effortlessly causing. You couldn’t take it, you had to test your luck. You desired to be closer to him, for him to view as more than a nuisance, you wanted to be more than just acquaintances. With caution thrown to the wind, you embarked on a mission to befriend the Bakugo Katsuki.

That’s when the small ripples that would gingerly sway him turned more rigorous; they evolved into waves, ones he needed to smoothly ride if he didn’t want to fall victim to their ferocity.

He became much more aware of your stature in his lifestyle, how could he not? You’d made it a goal to sit with him during lunch, to share with him your bento box, to talk to him at any given moment. And it was then that he discovered a new part of you, one that was hidden behind your tactful persona. It became a common spectacle during lunch, you two hurling remarks at each other, yours more calculated and sarcastic while his were loud and fiery (in true Bakugo fashion), though the competitive grin stretching his lips, wrinkling the corners of his ruby hues gave away his enjoyment. Bakugo could never get over your quick wit, the speed at which you replied to him with your own quips almost gave him whiplash every time, if he didn’t know better he’d think you were regurgitating pre-written comebacks. It took a bit of coaxing at first, but eventually he gave into your petty bickering (all you had to do was mention Deku this and half-n-half bastard that), and then before he knew it, it was part of his routine, but can you blame him? He was presented with a challenge, of course he’d step up to the plate!

Your waves threatened his quaint, little sail, he had to learn to surf them if he didn’t want to topple over. And so, he did, after all, Bakugo Katsuki never backed down from a challenge.

Your comradery only strengthened from there. You trained together, him pushing your limits with his abysmal power and sheer instinct, you pushing his with precise movements and surprising agility. You strangely complemented each other, both in fighting styles and general attitude. He (aggressively) helped you with your academic shortcomings, and though his methods of teaching were very questionable, they proved to be fruitful as your grades had spiked significantly from his (torturous) aid. You’d grown impossibly closer, spending every waking moment together or thinking about each other. Katsuki didn’t know when it became a habit to anticipate your “goodnight” text, or when just the sight of your face made his anger practically dissipate into thin air.

“So, do you wanna come over to study, I’m kinda struggling with algebra,” You sighed sheepishly, scratching at the back of your head.

“No.” came the blunt response.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be such a meanie!” You jutted your bottom lip out much like how a kid throwing a tantrum would, his eyes couldn’t help but flicker down to the childish pout, when suddenly it turned into a poorly constrained grin. You had an idea. “Well, whatever, I was gonna order takeout from a new place down the road, I heard they have pretty spicy ramen there, but I guess I’ll order for one,”

You watched with mild amusement and well-concealed affection as his fiery eyes seemed to light up at the mention of spicy food. “Fine, dumbass, but I’m only doing this ‘cuz your sorry ass would fail without me,”

“Mhmm, sure thing, Bakugo,” You practically sang, a teasing lilt to your voice.

Bakugo.

That didn’t sound right at this point. Words left him before his brain could even process what he said, what he was insinuating.

“Katsuki.” He mumbled firmly. Your eyes widened a fraction, giving away your surprise.

“W-What?”

“Call me Katsuki,” It came out more assuredly this time, his glare directed forward as you both walked to your destination, missing the soft smile adorning your lips and the affection oozing out of your gaze.

“Sure thing, Katsuki.” His own lips curled into a faint smile, a tiny tug at the corners of his lips.

A push-and-pull rhythm was created between you; your waves pulling him in, only for his skillful hands and sails to conquer them. It was an endless tug of war, neither of you seemed to mind it, it blanketed you both in a sheen of serenity.

The calm before the storm.

It was merely an innocent question, a teasing inquiry at most, directed at him by his electric blonde friend. “So, man, when are you gonna ask (last name) out? Y’know if you don’t ask her soon, someone else will,”

Katsuki could have sworn he switched quirks with the dunce faced idiot, because at that moment his mind fully short-circuited. Him? And (name)? What would even give him that idea? Sure, she was cute and all -wait, cute?? What the actual fuck? His lack of response and the pinkish tint that spread from his cheekbones to the bridge of his nose seemed to get a rise out of Kaminari, because within seconds his head was thrown back, his laughter catching the attention of their red-haired friend. “Yo, man, what’re you laughing at?”

With that, Bakugo seemed to snap out of his trance, sharp eyes snapping between his self-proclaimed friends. His mouth opened, ready to deliver a curt response, something along the lines of “Fucking nothing!” or “Mind your own business, Shitty Hair!” but the other blonde beat him to the punch, loudly bellowing out,

“Bakugo has a crush on (last name)!”

Bakugo wasn’t pleased to say the least, his hand darting out, flexing a lethal explosion that Kaminari barely dodged. Bakugo’s eyes were wide with unadulterated rage, though he really couldn’t tell at who, nor did he care, he was seeing red at that moment and that’s all he could focus on. Before he can aim another strike towards his cowering friend, Kirishima looped his arms around Bakugo’s shoulders, activating his quirk to prepare for the barrage of oncoming explosions that were sure to come his way. “Dude, stop! You’re being super unmanly right now!”

Realizing there’s no point struggling against his friends hold, Bakugo’s figure suddenly slackened, Kirishima very cautiously relinquishing his grip on his friend. Burning rage, confusion, uncertainty and self-deprecation began to settle in Bakugo’s mind all at once, a million questions stampeding his thoughts. He didn’t like that, he hated not being in control, he hated not knowing what was wrong, especially with himself. With a furious shout of “FUCK OFF!” to dispel some of the anger bristling within him, the ash blonde stomped out of the nearly empty classroom, leaving his two friends to share looks of bewilderment.

And that’s when a tidal wave, a tsunami of emotions quaked his lonely ship, flipping it and hurling him off the deck into the freezing cold, wave riddled ocean, leaving him to sink deeper and flail around in a futile attempt at staying afloat.

The coming days, one thing haunted Katsuki like the plague, despite trying his hardest to avoid overthinking, you just seemed to carve your way into his subconscious. Everything reminded him of you, and he absolutely despised it. When had he gotten so distracted? When had his schedule morphed to make room for your presence in his life? When had he began to await seeing you, hearing your obnoxiously sweet voice? When had he gotten so weak? He didn’t need anyone, no one but himself, that’s all he needed to reach the top. If that was true, then why were his days getting more and more bleak as he actively shunned you out, avoided looking you in the eyes and subsequently being blissfully unaware of the look of hurt in your eyes. He knew he wasn’t being fair to you, but he couldn’t help it, he had to put some distance between you.

And so, he kept struggling against the currents, which only made him sink deeper, and deeper. Even so, he kept wrestling with the tides, hoping he’d make it out alive and free.

His absence in your life made you fidgety, but you brushed it off as him having a less than pleasant day, he’d surely go back to normal, right? Wrong. Things continued as they are, you wanted to give him space and all, but it didn’t help that it seemed he was only circumventing you. You wanted to be patient for him, and you were. But even the most patient of people, the most peaceful of saints, had their tipping points.

“I don’t understand you, Katsuki, we were good not even a week ago and now you’re completely avoiding me!”

“So what if I was, huh?! Are you saying that I need you or some shit?! Are you looking down on me, thinking you’re all high and mighty, that you could be the one to befriend the “pitiful lonely guy”?! Are you saying I’m weak, is that it, huh?! I’m not fucking weak, (name), I don’t need you or anyone for that matter, stop tryna coddle me, I don’t need your shitty friendship!”

Ouch, that hurt. He knew he was spouting so much bullshit straight through his teeth, it didn’t even make sense but that was how his self-defense mechanism works. When in doubt, push people you love away in fear of vulnerability. He knew he was being a major asshole, but nothing would’ve prepared him for the look of unbridled hurt and betrayal in your eyes, tears silently carving valleys on your flushed cheeks. Your quivering lip suppressed a wretched sob, before opening to utter a few heartbroken words.

“I see. Sorry I was such a nuisance for you, Bakugo,”

Bakugo, double ouch. That one stung. Hard. He’d never heard your voice so broken, so raw and meek. He walked home alone that day, already regretting everything he said, already missing your bubbly self.

A drift shook both of you away from each other. Your concerned classmates could only watch in silenced misery as you both hurdled yourselves into hero work and training, doing anything it takes to stay distracted. Bakugo thought that at least there would be one upside to arise from this situation, he could focus more on his dreams, he had more time than ever, he can totally utilize this to his advantage. Or so he thought. You infiltrated every crevice in his mind, all he could think about, day in and day out, was you. He’s always prided himself in being self-disciplined and focused, but right now he was anything but. You weren’t fairing any better. Your optimism was missed in the classroom, you forced a smile to reassure your friends, but that was about all you could muster. It seemed there was no end to the spiral the pair of you were sucked into until something happened. Something big happened.

He was kidnapped. Bakugo was kidnapped.

It seemed like a wake-up call to both of you. You could have lost him; he could have lost you. Bakugo realized, strapped to that chair, with the grey-haired, handy man holding a picture of you from the sports festival while babbling some vague threats, that he wanted to protect you, protect what he loved. He loved you. And he had to be better for you. He also realized that he wanted to go back to you. Dammit, he still didn’t apologize for what he said! He needed to return.

He no longer fought against the tide, he didn’t want to, and he wasn’t going to. And with his fruitless squirming against the current coming to an end, he began to rise to the surface, the gradually heating waters holding him afloat.

His return was a giant relief, you wanted to jump into his arms the moment he was saved, but you knew better. He needed time to think, to sort out his thoughts. Though you didn’t expect that he would sort out his thoughts with his fists. With Midoriya. Actually, scratch that, it was a very Bakugo thing to do.

That night you couldn’t sleep, sitting on the U.A. dorms Alliance stairs with a steaming mug of tea between your clutches. Your eyes, which had been transfixed on the constellations lining the night sky, blinked downward when you heard two pairs of footfalls approaching. You instantly recognized the two boys, beaten and battered.

“(name)...?”

His abnormally scratchy voice greeted you, you didn’t have to strain your ears to conclude that he’d been crying. Your stares were riddled with unspoken words, unvoiced feelings, leaving a pregnant tension in the air. A haggard throat-clearing cut through the quiet.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” And with that, the one-for-all user excused himself into the dormitory.

Katsuki shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable. He knew what he needed to say he just couldn’t find the will to swallow the lump in his throat and say it.

“Hey, umm-”

Before he can get another syllable out, a force collided with him, shaky arms circling his broad shoulders, mindful of the bruises that littered his porcelain skin. Eyes blown wide; he couldn’t fathom the words that were uttered into his chest.

“I love you, Katsuki. I love you.” A sniff followed the heartfelt words, he felt some tears brimming his own lids.

Carefully bringing his arms around you, wrapping them securely around your waist. Katsuki drifted and swayed on your waves, surfing them skillfully, fully abandoning his past ways, no longer would he scuffle with the ebb and flow of the waters that only hoped of propelling him forward towards his goal. His red gems drifted to the sky, mapping out the stars much like a lost sailor would in search of guidance, though he was anything but lost in that very moment.

His lids dropped, thoroughly fatigued from the day’s events, before his head followed suit, descending and placing feather-like kiss on your head, his strong arms keeping you nestled as close as possible against his chest, a quiet murmur with powerful words left his lips,

“I love you, too. I’m sorry.”

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Dawn

Loki x fem!Reader

ONE/TWO/THREE SHOT

Warnings: mention of past trauma and fluff.

Summary: A truce to end all wars leads to an alliance between Earth and Asgard in the form of Loki marrying a mortal. None of them what this. None except fate.

Word Count: I know I have a lot of WiPs. They worry me. My office changed and now I have to travel forty minutes to and from the place and boy do I get tired after that! This is one of the reasons I’ve not been able to put up much. And I know this will lead to a lot of readers fading away (I have seen this happening already) which is okay. A little heartbreak but I’ll live. But I just hope everyone stays safe and takes care of themselves.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"This is the stupidest thing I've ever done."

"I think insulting your father in front of thousands of his Hydra henchmen is still on top."

The most anxious day of your life and Anthony Edward Stark still makes you feel at ease.

The reflection in the mirror in front of you is of a timid woman with not an ounce of beauty to her name but for the title that comes with her unworthy blood. At least that is what you think.

Tony can read it in those eyes that are still carrying the lost sleep from many nights gone.

"The Asgardians have no idea how lucky they are to have you. And your father was an idiot for giving you away."

He takes the golden chains from your hands that you're unable to lock at the back to do it for you. "But then again, if it weren't for you, we would have never won the war."

You mock a laugh. "Oh, come on, Mr Stark. I'm a freaking ball that was played by earth and Asgard's most unhinged boomers."

The clasp on the chain shuts and Tony's brows go up. "I could not have said it better. Odin does seem like he should chill out more."

"Right?"

You both chuckle and Tony presses away creases on your shoulder before catching your gaze in the mirror.

"You do know you don't have to go through this, Y/N. You just have to say the word and every one of us out there will fight those golden bastards for you."

Your lips stretch in an involuntary smile that fills your heart to the brim and you feel your eyes get wet for the man who has been more of a father to you than your own blood and bones. "You know that is exactly the reason I said yes to the wedding, right? I don't want any more bloodshed. Let's just take it as me repenting for my father's sins and call it a day. Although I'm glad this peace offering didn't come with shady terms like the Asgardians ruling earth or something."

Tony blinks and looks into some unknown void. "Hm." Some afterthought later he looks down at you adjusting a flower in his jacket's pocket, patting and jumping a little in excitement at how great he looked. "Maybe Odin wants to give one of his disappointments some responsibilities or something. To keep him busy, you know."

"Mm-hmm," you hummed, giving yourself one final look in the mirror before picking up the bouquet of Asgardian orchids- the golden flowers in full bloom.

"But honestly though, if he does something you don't like, you have to tell me. Or anyone of us. Nat! Yes, she will take care of him for you on the down-low. It'll be so quiet even he won't know what hit him."

You twirl around towards Tony, making him question the whole event once more. He could not let this happen to you. No. You deserved better. So much better than some egotistical maniac of a God who once wanted to rule your planet.

"Ready to walk me down the aisle?" You ask him with stars in your eyes.

"No?" He replies with clouds of doubt lingering over him.

"Tony."

"Okay, fine. But I am going to sulk about this throughout the wedding."

.

The great halls of the palace have been decorated with flora of all hues. Civilians have gathered outside to witness the wedding of their Prince. The old ones are curious about who would marry the adopted child. The young ones make merry, rejoicing their Prince has finally found love and the kingdom can once again celebrate after what seems like aeons. The guards have been doubled and the groom's brother is all over the place, running around to make sure everything is in order. It is only when Sif rolls her eyes and audibly groans before dragging Thor by his arms outside his brother's chambers does he stop. Be with your brother, he is ordered before she takes off to cover for him, leaving him to discover what he's been dreading all this week- what is Loki going to feel about this.

It surprises him when it does not take much to open the door and find his brother dressed in his most exquisite armour for the occasion. The gold glitters under the sun rays falling through the windows and balcony and the cape flutters luxuriously reminding every witness that none could carry one as Loki did.

Thor wonders how much of his mother's poise he sees in Loki while he stands overlooking Asgard. His eyes are taking in each and every living pixel while his hands are trying to scratch the nervousness off each other.

Mother would have loved to watch him start this new chapter today, Thor wonders gleefully on the inside.

Maybe it's the reluctant thought of their mother that travels unspoken across the room and makes the other brother turn around.

"Let's get this over with," Loki announces, walking towards the door.

Well, clearly not what I was hoping for, Thor muses, following his brother out.

"How are you feeling brother?" He has to ask.

"Like I might puke my insides any moment."

Vivid.

"Is there anything I can bring you that might ease your stomach?" I mean a brother can try, right?

"Oh yes, of course! Bring a very rare herb called common sense and feed it to your father. He seems to be suffering from this particular deficiency."

"Okay, Loki, that's a bit-"

"Say it's a bit on the nose and I will punch you in the face right now, Thor. I'm being married against my will to an earthling against her will. Father might be a professional matchmaker in his days but I am not one of his pawns to be used in some peace treaty like this."

Thor sighs because that is all he can do right now. No matter how much tries to defend the Allfather, the fact remains that two people are being brought together without much room for their thoughts and opinions. “Weren’t you the one to bring forth the idea of peace with the one planet that father has not tried to conquer and the one that still considers us friends? It is all for the better. And Y/N is an amazing woman. I am sure she would make a wonderful partner-”

“The peace holds because you are known to their heroes, Thor. And if peace is the subject let’s just marry you with Y/N, why don’t we?”

Thor mocks a muted laugh but Loki does not stir, staring at his blond brother with a piercing gaze that finally makes the former shift his weight uncomfortably between his legs. “That’s what I thought. Keep trying to defend the Allfather unless he stands against what you desire. You do realise this was the very reason I tried to stop you from becoming king in the first place at that time.”

Before he can get a word in- or at least try to think of one- Loki has already moved past the great doors to be welcomed by a crowd of royals gathered in the hall at one side and Y/N’s family on the other.

He knows. He knows deep within his heart that the royals are here just to witness what drama goes down this time, what does the bastard of Odin do this time to wreck chaos midst these celebrations. The other side? They are here to make sure they have his bones if Y/N says the word. So, it’s just another day in my life. But he has to admit to himself how he envies you for having a cavalry of the galaxy’s most lethal beings protecting you without so much as a word. What is this camaraderie exactly? A strategic alliance? A well-put band of the unfit?

It’s love, my dear.

It is not hard to miss Friga’s words fluttering inside once he climbs the stairs to stand by Odin’s side. Love, Loki mocks a laugh, it does make you do mad things. He is not paying attention to the grand speech Odin is giving, and for once he can relate to a yawning Clint in the front. All he wants is for this charade to end once and for all. So much that he might actually be happy if Y/N says no at the very last minute. Would save both of us some very awkward lifetimes ahead.

The great doors open again. Everyone rises from their seats to welcome the bride. Loki isn’t even interested in looking that way till the sun is reflected in his eyes from the veil that covers your face. And that is the first time he looks at you.

There is the strangest flutter inside his gut to witness his colours on someone else; on you. The armour in a matching shade of gold adorns your shoulders and arms. Gold chains have the honour of covering your chest and back, curving down from behind to the plates on your waist. Green of the gown dazzles like the galaxy moving around your existence, snug all around your curves. A Goddess walks on the land of Asgard. And every single soul is in awe.

Loki blinks under the light of the suns. The air seems to leave his lungs and time slows down. Everything fades away; except for the woman that walks towards him in arms with earth’s protector. His mind is questioning whether she is a mere human while his heart is trying to figure out the pressing sensation it is feeling.

“Lady Y/N, daughter of...under the care of the house of Stark,” Odin announces to the crowd, breaking Loki out the trance whilst he watches you climb the steps with Stark, come to stand by his side and give the man a kiss before he takes a step back, his gaze never leaving your face, waiting for a single line of doubt to take you away from all of this.

Well, one of the father figures understands.

“Time for the union,” Odin declares to the two of you.

You turn towards Loki, your heart beating in your ears as you watch your future husband for what seems like the rest of eternity through the veil. Even though you have been trying to convince everyone that it’s the right thing to do, your panicking heart seems to be having doubts of its own.

Breathe! Breathe, breathe, breathe, Y/N. Just breathe, please.

“Unveil her, Loki,” Odin softly orders the God.

You feel the heat run to your ears and neck. What fuckery-

“She will unveil herself, if she wants to, Allfather. Do not belittle her with your old traditions,” Loki points out, much to Odin’s dismay.

Damn right, Tony thinks to himself as he pauses and looks inside in disbelief for liking Loki there for a moment.

Loki does not miss your hands going to your solar plexus to wipe off the sweat before moving the veil back. The suns finally get to touch your face, that glows even when everything inside you cripples in anxiety. Y/E/C eyes meet the ocean of green looking at you with deep curiosity before you look away.

“Bring forward your hands unto each other so you may be tied by the fabric used by the first Gods to be wed under the suns and moons,” Sif requests as she holds a red fabric in her hand while her eyes travel to Thor standing at the end of the stairs.

Loki is first to bring forward his hands, patiently waiting for yours.

The hesitance is not for the ceremony as much as for the fear of him finding your drumming pulse under his touch. Oh, well, I’m pretty sure he can hear it from here right now. And so you bring forward your hands to slide into his, feeling the heat from your palms being siphoned by his cold ones.

A chill runs throughout your body; like a feverish tingle when your stomach is on the verge of throwing its contents out. And Loki seems to sense it too. It’s really hard to ignore for him, as a matter of fact. So is the repeated rise of your chest to breathe as much as you can while undergoing a panic attack; a state he is all too familiar with.

“Róaðu taugarnar á henni, gyðja styrks og umhyggju,” he whispers only for you to listen and still it does not make sense till you can feel an ascended calm run from your hands to the rest of your body, bringing the chaos to a standstill.

How did he-

The removal of clouds of anxiety seems to suddenly clear your vision and you watch the God holding you in a new light. His eyes are soft towards you, his touch careful and light. His head bows a little and his body is still as a boulder. If only I had a backbone like him, you wonder when Sif wraps the red around your hands, binding them together neatly with a bow on top.

“Time for your vows,” she whispers to the both of you with a smile before taking a step back.

You look at her and watch the face of a friend before your eyes come back to rest on the red fabric. So much power resides in this little piece of cloth.

“Under the stars of Valhalla,” Loki begins, bringing your eyes up from the fabric to his face like an involuntary reflex, “I take thee, Y/N, as my wife, if you shall have me. I vow to protect you and be by your side in life...and death.”

...okay...that was...okay.

You clear your throat as discreetly as possible, taking in one long breath before looking back at right into Loki’s eyes. “U-under the stars of Valhalla, I take thee, Loki, as my husband, if you shall have me. I-I vow to protect you and be by your side in life. And...and death.”

No sooner are the words said than the fabric starts to glow with a blinding light, turning into butterflies made purely of light and flying to the skies, marking the bond witnessed by the heavens old and new.

.

"If you need anything, your handmaidens will be a call away."

There is comfort in Sid's gentle smile. If only you could ask her to stay. But that's not usually how the night goes.

"Take care of her, brother," Thor comments before a strong pat comes for Loki's back and the God rolls his eyes.

You know Thor means well but those words in no way bring comfort to you as the doors to Loki's room opens and are shut behind the two of you.

Silence marks the first few seconds of being alone in a room for the first time. Well, not first really. There was that time when the two of you had to fight your way out of the Hydra's facility.

"Nice colour theme," you finally say out loud standing by the door, awkwardly swinging on your toes while holding a fur coat given to you when you were shivering at dinner.

Loki takes his helmet off and your eyes follow the raven strands of hair flowing in the night breeze dancing in from the windows and open balcony. How does he have such lush growth? Maybe it’s the water of Asgard.

The helmet rests on the table with a soft thud. “You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” he states, already undoing his armour.

“Oh, no,” you press, taking a step towards him, “please, you don’t have to get uncomfortable in your own room on my account. I’ll take the couch. It looks more comfortable than my bed anyway. So…yeah. Um...where can I change?”

Loki blinks and turns his gaze towards an archway by the end of the wall. “That’s...the bathroom. Everything has been arranged for you in there.”

You nod even though Loki has already gotten busy with undoing what remains of his armour while you start on undoing yours. The bracelets come off first, then the earrings. But the worst is the clasps of chains choking you from your neck down your back. I should have asked Tony how he did it, dammit. No matter how much your hands try they just don’t seem to find the stupid openings anywhere.

“Allow me,” comes the voice from behind you, startling your already tensed nerves. And as if that isn’t enough, the touch of his cold fingers on your neck seems to fire up whatever nerve endings still seem to be working. Every undoing is soft and careful, always ending with a click. You can feel your hairs rise in anticipation of this foreign touch, goosebumps all over your back that you are pretty sure Loki can notice. You have to stop breathing in order to keep the shiver in check. It's only when your neck feels light once the last of the gold is removed do you take a lungful, catching the odd piece of jewellery in your hand, thanking Loki and hastily making your way to the doorless bathroom with a wooden partition made of intricate carvings as the only thing blocking the view on either side.

When you come out Loki has already changed into a loose black shirt over black pyjamas for the night, ready to take the couch. "I said I'll take the c-"

The creak followed by a crash drowns your words and makes you smack your hand on your mouth. The sofa lies in ruins on the floors, the legs done away with while the arms rests have fallen flat. And the thought of Loki almost sitting down on it fills you with the guilt of having the thought of laughing out loud at the scene.

"Oh, God. You okay?" You have to ask, partly because you did see him rise up safely thanks to his wonderful reflexes but mainly because the pressing jaw tells you somebody might die tomorrow morning.

"I'll have one of the servants clean this up," is all he says.

Servants. Ruined couch. Wedding night. That cannot go right in any way imaginable. Not at least for your overthinking mind.

"No, that's okay. We can share the bed," you blurt out, not wanting any outside attention, "i-if that's okay with you."

And so, both of you lie down on the king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what odd decisions did you have to make to get you here. Even though the space over the bed is surprisingly a lot, the senses just cannot help but notice the other one's tiniest movements, every breath, every gulp and every sigh in the silent night.

"I'm sorry," you finally manage to say softly, still staring at the ceiling while your fingernails gnaw at each other. "That you were dragged into all of...this. I really thought the whole gist of a wedding between two kingdoms was over on my planet."

Silence resumes and as the seconds pass you feel a shot embarrassment rise in your throat for saying that. Clearly Loki is not interested in hearing any of this, you moron. He's a God married to a dumb mortal. This must be the worst day of his-

"Don't apologize for the mindless traditions of old men, dear. We are just pawns in their quest for power."

Weight of the words aside, there is something really soothing about Loki's voice mixing with the sweet cold of the night.

"All of this could have been avoided if Odin took his word back and let you live as you wished, no matter what your father promised."

You agree in a hum, bringing the duvet closer to your chest.

"But I presume you thought it better to avoid blood and take it as it was presented to you."

The words in that honey laden voice seem to travel over your exposed skin like a feather.

"Yeah. Yes. It would have been the better option but I could not stand to watch my friends and family suffer anymore. Tony deserves to rest and live a happy life with his family. Steve and Bucky are finally getting around to find their love for each other. Natasha has settled down with Maria and Clint can finally stay with his family. The battle had already taken a toll on them. I would have rather killed myself than make them put their life on the line again for the whole...planet I guess."

You do not notice but Loki has turned his head to look at you, to notice the quick blink of your eyes, the tug of your fingers on the edge of the duvet, the lick of your lips before biting on them hard.

"Well-" you clear your throat, scratching your forehead for some invisible itch- "I'm human. So, I'm supposed to make the dumbest decisions. But I cannot imagine how you must be feeling mixed in all of this. I'm sure this is the last thing you wanted for yourself in exchange for some reduced sentence. T-that's what Thor told me."

You turn to look at him and are caught off guard by the moons shining in on the pair of greens looking at you with utmost interest. And once you lock your gaze with them, it's hard to let go. Swimming in the springs in a forest under a full moon night while the world sleeps, that's what his gaze feels like. Why wouldn't it; they seem to be touching you in crevices untouched and unbared.

He continues to watch you and sigh. "To be honest I stopped putting any hope in Odin to think about me a long time ago. Nothing he does to me or for me surprises me anymore."

Your lips pucker down, letting the words sink in before you decide to turn in his direction.

"Well, I'll try to make this situation suck a little less as I can...though I highly doubt I'd be able to create much havoc here."

"Oh-" Loki feels his eyes close as a smirk lands on his face and he turns in your direction too- "trust me, darling. With me, there is no corner of this place that you cannot create havoc in."

You find yourself chuckling, letting a few seconds pass before you lick your lips and wonder whether to let out this tiny naughty piece of your mind into bed between the two of you.

The lick and the tug of your teeth at your mesmerising lips do not go unnoticed by the God; something that is soon brewing a question about why his insides are so restless at the sight of your lips having to feel the torture. Curse the unknown! "What?"

"Hm?"

"There is something you want to say but you're not allowing yourself to."

You take a deep breath and move your head just a little closer towards him in order to whisper. "It's not that I'm not mischievous... it's just that I'm often presumed to be the embodiment of a golden child and so I've never been caught. Ever."

The slight shift in Loki's expression that elevates from seriousness to confusion calls for clarification.

"I...once laced your brother's drink with laxatives because he pissed me off."

Confusion.

Surprise.

Shock.

"Y/N Y/L/N," Loki nearly gasps, feeling his head rise from the fluffy pillow, "you did what?"

And the night drowns with the light laughter and old stories for the mutual feeling of detest for siblings and contrast in the view of the world. Discussions went on through the timeless breeze blowing throughout the night about the worlds beyond and the things undiscovered; everything riding on a melody till one of you feel victim to the sweet sounds of slumber.

Loki's eyes are stuck on you all night, watching the serenity washing over your face as all worries seem to fall away while you let yourself drift in peace. Beautiful seems to be an understatement according to the God.

Even though she's an immortal, she does not deserve to be tied to me for eternity. That's a fate too cruel.

But something inside him does not want these words to be true; a gentle tug to his heartstrings by you, that seems to have struck a chord he cannot stop playing.

[freckled-words]

For The King - Part Eight

Not gonna lie, thanks to a caffeine kick that lasted the majority of the day, I worked on this instead of my actual job. WHOMP WHOMP.

But I’m really happy with the end result, and I’m really eager to see what you guys think!

Edited by @the-wild-ego​

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE /  PART SIX / PART SEVEN

The two men were apprehended and brought to the castle’s dungeons.

Upon receiving this news King Phantom abandoned the corpse, giving the guards instructions to dispose of it. He’d gather more information from a body able to speak.

One portal and ten steps, and he was in his dungeon.

The castle dungeon held the kingdom’s murderers, rapists, and arsonists. Rather than keep an entire building separate for these criminals, the King preferred to have them close at hand. For those days when he was feeling particularly bothered and needed someone to take his frustrations out on. 

It used to be he would do so without giving it a second thought, but after some nagging on his servant’s part, he would cast a truth spell on the scum first, and ascertain whether they were rightfully imprisoned.

It was fascinating to learn how many were genuinely the culprit, and how many of them were thrown in as a scapegoat for someone else, or had willingly taken the blame for a friend or family member.

His servant had given him another, more fun suggestion regarding his treatment of prisoners. 

When he found them innocent of their crime, he would make them watch what he did to true guilty criminals. Then he would release them, and encourage them to describe the event in full detail to anyone who would listen. 

As a result, the crime in his kingdom had dropped rather quickly. Many people had made requests to move from his kingdom. It was an enjoyable method of weeding out those that would pollute his land and cause him to listen to more complaints.

The cells held a handful of prisoners at the moment. Some had been around for a few months, and upon his arrival, immediately scurried to the back corner of their enclosure.

The guards in charge of the dungeons, for this shift, bowed and indicated the cell that their new captures had been thrown into.

Walking up to the bars, King Phantom’s brows rose as he saw the condition of the men. One had his arm in a sling, his lower lip was split, and his right eye was nearly swollen shut. The other had his hand bandaged, with purple fingers sticking out, his nose was broken in two places, and a nasty gash was visible on his cheek.

Looking over his shoulder at the guards he asked, “Put up a fight did they?”

The guards exchanged a quick glance with each other, then both gave the slightest shrug of their shoulders.

King Phantom was smirking as he tsked, “Naughty, you know they’re my toys to break.”

The men in the cells shifted, inching themselves further back. 

King Phantom breathed in deep and hummed in pleasure at the smell that reached him, “Afraid are you? Good. You should be. You two unfortunate miscreants are far out of your league. I’ve an idea of who you’re working for, but I’d love to know who you think you’re working for.”

He unfastened the ties to his cloak, and let it drop to the ground. He flicked his finger and the lock on the cell came undone. Pulling open the door, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. A wave of his hand and all the torches in the dungeon extinguished themselves.

One of the men whimpered. 

A pair of blazing, inhuman, ruby irises peered down at them.

Then, they were both screaming.

*~*~

A woman’s screams ripped you from your sleep.

Irritated, rather than alarmed (screams weren’t uncommon in this castle) you got out of your bed and shuffled over to your bedroom door.

“I swear, if they’ve hired someone new and not given her the proper warning about his Majesty’s transformations, I will skin some people.” 

Opening your door, you peered out and immediately had to duck back inside, avoiding being hit as a man was sent flying past you.

Peaking around the door frame, you felt your stomach clench. The man was dead, three daggers were clustered into his chest right where his heart was.

Looking down the hall in the other direction, you wished more than anything, that you had a means of speaking to the King from any amount of distance. 

At the far end of the hall, a man was single handedly holding his own against four of the guards. He was blocking, parrying, and just….dancing, around them, all while landing lethal hits with his mace. His mace which was drenched in blood, sending spray and splatter onto the walls and floor with each swing.

Going back into your room, you slipped on your boots and grabbed your cloak. You couldn’t stay in your room and just wait for the mad man to continue on his merry way with his slaughtering. 

You cautiously peaked around the frame once more, and nearly succumbed to the instinct to just lock yourself inside your room. The man had brought down two more of the guards and was making quick work of the last two.

‘Where is our fire breathing King when you need him?’ 

You took off down the hall, sending a silent prayer to the Gods for the souls of the guards that were being slain. 

“Yoo hoo! Little servant? Where are you going?! I’d like to have an evening stroll with you!”

The stones of the hall carried the man’s voice to you. The hairs on the back of your neck tingled, as he sounded far too jovial. More concerning, was that he was here, slaughtering people, people that you knew and cared about, because he was after you.

Rounding the corner, you spotted two more guards ushering the servants to the servant’s passage. 

“He’s coming! Go with the servants! We need to get word to the King, now!” You’d never given yourself heirs, you’d never presumed to think you could give others orders just because of your station. Yet there was no time to consider these things. You yelled these orders at the top of your lungs all while you continued to sprint down the hall.

The guards didn’t hesitate to obey. Once the last of the servants fled down the passage, they followed after. 

You continued past the servant’s passage, keeping to the main hall. No one else needed to die if you could keep this unhinged man on your tail.

Practice from being by the King’s side, or sheer luck, sent a shiver down your spine, urging you to duck. 

A dagger flew over your head and into the tapestry on the wall ahead of you. 

“Oh goodie! If you hadn’t moved, I would have been in a lot of trouble ~”

He was closer than you’d anticipated him to be. Did he have magic to move him faster?

Part of you wanted to stay where you were, and confront the man dressed in such gaudy clothes. The smarter, larger part of your brain, kept you running.

~*~*~*

King Phantom gave the blood on his hand an experimental lick, and cringed, “The amount of salt you humans consume is disgusting.”

The two men had given him everything he needed, and in record time. 

Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the rest from his hands as he walked towards the door, “Send for the grave keepers to clean this up.”

Another guard, sweaty and breathing hard, toppled through the door, “Your...Majesty, an intruder! In the servant’s wing, he..he’s slaughtering our men, their armor does nothing to protect them!”

King Phantom paused mid-wipe, his mind latching onto the location of the intruder.

The handkerchief burst into flames and crumbled to ashes, “Where is my servant?”

The guard paled, “Th-they sent me to find you, your Majesty.”

“You ....left, my servant? Just left them, with the intruder, who is able to cut through armored guards without any effort?” with each word, King Phantom advanced on the guard, his pupils narrowing into slits.

The guard could only drop to his knees, and bow his head, “They ordered me and another to get the others to safety, Your Majesty! I was obeying their order, as you’d ordered us to do Majesty.”

A touch of ruby energy ebbed from the corner of King Phantom’s mouth as he glared down at the stupid human.

Unfortunately, the imbecile had done as ordered on both counts. Five months ago, out of sheer boredom, King Phantom had given the secret, ironclad ruling, that his servant’s orders were to be obeyed as if they were his own. It was a game to himself, to see if his servant ever noticed. He hadn’t anticipated that his servant would never take such liberties as giving orders on their own.

Of course the one time that they do, it puts their life into jeopardy.

“I will deal with you later. Lock him in the cell!” He snapped this to the two guards behind him.

First he had to go kill this intruder, then he would deal with the idiot.

*~*~*~*

Remus was having the time of his life.

He got to vent out his 'happy' on the guards, and the servants were an absolute joy to send scurrying like mice. 

Then here was his target, lovely little servant that they were, they were doing quite well at dodging his daggers. Contrary to popular belief, Remus isn’t so silly, as to not collect his daggers on the go.

They were beginning to slow down, which was to be expected after running for a solid four minutes without a break. 

‘Stop messing around and bring me the servant!’

Remus’s mustache drooped, disheartened to have his fun cut short. “Party pooper.” He muttered, knowing perfectly well that the spying spell placed on him would allow her Highney to hear this.

“Little Servant ~ We can’t keep playing anymore I’m afraid, but not to worry! I’ll be ever so gentle with you ~” 

Remus lifted his mace and gave it a twist. The mace shrank and reformed, changing into a ripple edged dagger. 

His enchanted boots responded to his will, and sent him dashing faster than he had been. 

He caught up to the servant right as they tried to turn a corner that lead down a set of stairs. His arm went around their waist, and with a tiny flick, he cut an itty bitty line on the back of their wrist. His enchanted weapon had just slipped a potent sleep spell into their bloodstream.

His hold tightened as the fight went out of them, and they began to fall asleep.

A soft, “Majesty” whispering out on their last conscious breath.

“Release my servant at once.”

Remus’ mouth popped into an “Oh” as he looked down to the base of the stairs.

A rather handsome chap was advancing, a ruby aura of power ebbing from his body. His voice had been deep, gurtual, ancient. 

Not scared in the least, Remus dipped and scooped up the servant’s legs to hold them in a princess carry.

“Sorry, Scrumptious Highney, but I’m on delivery duty. And your adorable little friend here is the package. TA TA!” 

Knowing it was there, Remus took a step backwards, through the golden rimmed portal. 

The King leaped from the step, reaching for the portal. His hand barely caught the edge of his servant’s cloak, just as the portal snapped closed, severing the piece of cloth he held from the rest of their cloak. 

[red-winters]

MCU: Captain Marvel - Yon-Rogg Meta/Headcanon

Watched Captain Marvel a second time, this time focusing on character interactions, with the benefit of hindsight/knowing Carol’s actual circumstances.

WARNING: SPOILER ALERT BELOW THIS LINE

I thought I had imagined it, but apparently not. I’m pretty sure Yon-Rogg—for all that the Kree are said to emphasize Mind and Rationallity waaay over emotions and empathy—was 1) somewhat influenced by Carol’s empathy after six years knowing her (reluctance to engage civilians compared to the rest of Starforce, his genuine enjoyment of her company and humor) and 2) was emotionally compromised by “losing” Vers to the Skrulls (lied to Accuser Ronan about the Skrulls being “lost” even as he warns/orders Korath to continue toward C-53 where he KNOWS the Skrulls are, AFTER stopping Korath from reporting the ACTUAL situation—aka Vers being compromised by a Skrull Mind Reading Device, which you’d think would take immediate precedence—to Ronan).

After all, it’s only after the scene in the shack with the Skrull impersonating Vers (where we see his cool rationality almost visibly snap) that he goes for a “burn it all, and salt the earth” approach, kills the impersonator in a fit of rage, and calls Ronan to report the Skrull “infiltration” of C-53 and bomb it like he’s got no other options because ALL aka Vers-is-lost-must-destroy. Those are…definitely not the actions of someone coolly accepting the betrayal of a liability—“just” a living weapon? Ha!—and moving forward to finish the job. I mean, another Kree might have done the exact same and killed the Skrull and called Ronan, but not with that sense of almost desperate anger. Looking at his face, he looks like he’s having a barely-controlled meltdown. Seriously, I was paying careful attention to his face, eyes, breathing, and body-language in this scene. I’d venture to say he becomes almost visibly unhinged.

At this point, I’m pretty sure he hates (oh look, emotions) Mar-Vell, the Skrulls, and the “shit-hole” of planet that seems determined to yank Vers away from the new life he’s built for her. I’m not sure if the irony of the situation and his struggle with his emotions (despite scolding Carol for the same thing the whole time she lived with the Kree) was lost on him or not, but it definitely wasn’t lost on me.

The fight scene on Mar-Vell’s ship? He’s looks pissed (which is expected) but also nothing like the cool, relatively in-control team leader we saw on Torfa. He’s very aggressive, visibly angry, in a way he hadn’t been the entire movie. Despite that, there are several moments he almost looks like he’s trying to plot a way to bring Carol—Vers—back into the fold, and not just as a prisoner to Hala. In other words, this man is desperate to hold onto the reality he’d been building for the past six years, no matter how much of it was built on a lie (actually, aside from Korath and Minn-Erva, Starforce wasn’t initially going for lethal kill shots in that fight scene, I think—taking a cue from him, no doubt). Plus, there’s Korath’s throw-away line of the Supremor “fixing” her (I forgot the exact words he used) that imply a lot of scary things about the Supreme Intelligence’s ability to manipulate the mind/memory. (But we’ll save that for another post, someday.)

And then, of course, there’s that final fight between them in the desert. I love the point it made about Carol’s true strength, but focusing on Yon’s demeanor—and not just his words, which I don’t think he actually believes will emotionally sway/successfully manipulate her, so much as he uses it as a tool to indicate he wants a non-powered fight—I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even looking for a way to legitimately “beat” her without her powers, but instead a way to die with at least a little bit of a “worthy” fight. Which makes sense since the Kree are definitely a warrior culture.

And you know what else? The first time around, his plea of arriving empty-handed on Hala came out really pathetic sounding to me, like he was pleading with her to come with him after all the deception—like she owed him anything, after all that? Puh-leese. But the second time in? Looking at Jude Law’s face? I’m pretty sure Yon-Rogg was protesting living to tell the tale—being spared—instead of actually arriving alive and empty-handed on Hala (though I’m pretty sure that didn’t go well either).

I really don’t think his concern and regard and, arguably, his admiration and fear (because I do believe there is some of that there) was at all faked. Not after six years of knowing her as a teammate. Aside from that desperate, very see-through attempt at manipulation at the end (and honestly I really can’t believe that was a legitimate attempt at manipulation, it was THAT transparent and incongruous to both their established characters and just...too over-the-top instead of snarky and sarcastic and never-outright-admit-she’s-got-a-point the way they were when they were genuinely interacting, before) and the ongoing lie about her background, he really does believe that she’s stronger than she (before, on Hala) and others (I think he was talking to Att-Lass at the time) thought. He says that twice about her, “You/She...is stronger than you think,” —implied, of course, is the “if you can control your emotions the way I, the way the Kree, do.”

And she proves him right...and wrong, in her own unique way. Her main strength lies not in her Kree blood, her powers, Kree ideas, or his Kree physical training, but in her acceptance of her humanity (the ability to fall and get up again, over and over) and her empathy (for the Skrulls, for all the victims of the Kree Empire). Which is, I’m sure, a bitter bittersweet twist of irony for him in that the realization of his statement, her strength, leaves no room for him or the Kree in her loyalties.

[theskyexists]

Ascension of the Cybermen

well that was that was that was....that was...........fine.

Things I loved:

There being a point in history in which humans are at war with the Cybermen and they’re almost wiped out - and the Lone Cyberman going full nazi going crazy glorious empires and such - along with human internment camps and the ‘Cyberman race’. That’s neat.

The Doctor going YEAH I FUCKIN KNOW THAT I FUCKED UP - SHUT UP at her companions when they were like: all our shit got fried

The Doctor going ‘I’ve been SO reckless with you’

The Doctor telling them to go - go - be safe - NO QUESTIONS - GO!!! - absolutely unhinged - and using herself as bait.

The Doctor being so upset about Ryan having stayed behind

The Doctor putting a non-lethal (?) bomb together while she’s like our LAST chance of getting out of this alive

Basically the Doctor being in distress

The Doctor’s rambling about rewiring a warp drive when she was a teenager (’though we didn’t have teenagers’) and people getting mad at her for it but look how it comes in handy now

The Doctor pointing out the human-cyber nonsense paradox of the Lone Cyberman - that point had to be made and it was well made

Yaz and Graham being very Doctor-ish inspiring hope in people and taking over with wack plans (that really shouldn’t have worked) and Yaz’s explicit reflection on how far Graham’s come in adventuring

The Master popping out of the fuckin portal like HELLO! with his floppy shiny hair and violet suit and his wonderful voice (so jarring but it’s the Master so I do love seeing him)

The preview of extremely emotionally horny moments between the Doctor and the Master my god

The side characters were enjoyable

the new cyberman design is quite creepy - kind of childlike

Liked the idea that this Lone Cyberman could somehow make the other Cybermen scream - that was good

THE DOCTOR AND THE MASTER standing next to a seeming altar like in Byron’s poem

Things I did not care for:

I still don’t know what that  ‘ascension’ means - i haven’t an INKLING - and you can’t tell me that he did that to them hundreds of thousands

the pace. For example, if Moffat will throw absolute BULLSHIT at the screen in the first five minutes to keep you from leaving the house to go to the pub or whatever then Chibnall will absolutely stretch out this random montage of this kid growing up in Ireland somewhere for as many minutes as he lingered on that damn cliff in Broadchurch every single episode lol -

- and then never deliver on what the heck that flashback or timeloop or whatever it is - is about. surely there’s a connection with Ashad but like - surely this episode should HINT at a resolution? Why is the twist in that story at the end of the episode? (look i have a normal regular maybe sub-average power of analysis - just make it TEXT at least)

the pace again, because if those refugees were all supposed to get away as quickly as possible they were certainly not acting very panicked about it

the way I really could NOT suspend my disbelief about space, or the space ship, or surviving the pod explosion, or it being at the exact same velocity as the cybermen floating and the cruise ship, or the landing in the docking bay gap, or the cyberguards, or that they couldn't do shit from Cybercontrol to stop them

Graham rambling on and on and on without much point or humour and needling people - basically the message i got is he really needs the Doctor there for it to be funny. didn’t think i’d EVER say this but he had too many lines??

Ryan getting to do Nothing

bit sad about side characters dying the first few minutes in and then nobody else - way to make me not care!

the cybermen aren’t really scary - because there’s zero body horror

This whole episode feeling like it’s just gearing up for the next with speeches and helplessness and talking talking talking to people to squeeze the pieces of the puzzle from them but not really getting them - and then SUDDENLY there’s Gallifrey and it’s like Chibs grabbed the two and clapped them together in his hands SMUSH too little and then suddenly too much but none of it makes sense still

feel iffy about Ethan taking over from the Doctor rewiring the warp - and what the heck was that tepid reference to Ryan having studied to be a mechanic once waved away in the next moment - eff off

Graham and Yaz’s Doctor-ish behaviour ending in Yaz going: eh we’ll just have to find the Doctor and we’ll be fine. Qué? Maybe think about blowing this damn ship up?

Note:

when the Doctor was sending them away with the escape pod i was like: uhhhh isn’t the safest place right next to you Doctor?? and indeed, Ryan got out totally fine, Yaz and Graham had to hope and scape to survive by the skin of their teeth and they’re about to be converted by a whole cyber army. she really doesn’t learn or she really is an ACTUAL idiot or - the dark voice in my head says - she just doesn’t want them near her because then she’s not constantly confronted with how much she’s put them in danger.

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #165

“Stevenson and Alexine”

-A few days later-

[CP] Is grumbling and standing outside of Doc's front door.  He's not looking forwards to what he'll have to do-

-The door creaks open in front of him and there's no one on the other side-

[CP] Frowns- The fuck?

[Galvantula] Is clinging to the ceiling above the door and trying not to snicker.

[CP] Sighs and decides to be safe to teleport inside and away from the door-

[Galvantula] Closes the door again, its fun a little bit spoiled. It flicks a tiny tongue at Cp- pppht!

[CP] Flips the pokemmon off before heading for the vine room, looking for TLOT-

[Dolly] Is putting a fishing rod back on the wall. Her manner is chipper.  - Hey tall, dark and intimidating, what's new?

[CP] Scowls- Fuck off, I'm not looking for you

[Dolly] Are you sure? You seem to be looking for something, and that's the face of a man with a crowded, albeit square, head.

[CP] - It's none of your business, but TLOT's

[Dolly] Ah, then I am who you want to see. I know where the armored brine is lounging.

[CP] - I don't need your help

[Dolly] Examines him, - you know I did go to school. And I've seen many a friend struggle with papers that needed to be presented. You have that look about you. Do brine's have homework?

[CP] - No, but I do have to put up with Hera's bullshit idea of a coronation...

[Dolly] Ah, so the king of the Nether has kingly duties beyond ordering monsters about?

[CP] - Shut up

[Dolly] Makes a placid face- As you wish. Hmph

[CP] - Now to fucking find TLOT...

[Dolly] Notices the galvantula on the ceiling and reaches up with a berry. The pokemon accepts it greedily. Then she notices Cp's sword and moves around a bit to get a better look at it. - Is that one... alive too? It's looking at me.

[CP] - Yeah, pretty much forced to wear it...

[Dolly] Oh, well it's nice looking at least - she offers it a berry as well.

[Honedge] Unwraps it's sash a bit to take the berry-

[Dolly] Good.. uh, sword.

[Honedge] Humms happily-

[CP] Sends out a mental burst for TLOT=- Oi, where are you?

[TLOT] Sends one back - Cp? I'm on the middle floor of the shrine.

[CP] - You better have fucking clothes on- Starts heading for the kitchen route

[TLOT] mental response - Well yeah, I'm not an exhibitionist. It's all windows up here.

[CP] Enters the shrine and flies up to the second floor-

[Steve] Is lounging against a pedestal where a glass block is holding a small universe, he's nibbling on a ham sandwich.

[TLOT] Is arranging a bunch of Lie's flowers in a decorative vase with a small placard saying what they're for. Only the lust flower is isolated. It's in the center of another block of glass.

[CP] - The fuck are you two assholes doing?

[TLOT] That's a bit rude. Just tidying up and adding a few things to Doc's collection.

[Steve] Want a sandwich?

[CP] - No

[TLOT] You should have a look around, you hardly ever come up here.

[CP] - I don't care

[TLOT] Sourpuss.

[CP] - Besides, I need you to do something

[TLOT] Hmph. Is that so?

[CP] - It's a....  Favor...  Of sorts...

[TLOT] His eyebrows are trying to hide in his hair and Steve freezes with his sandwich halfway to his mouth. - Are you feeling okay?

[CP] - Oh shut up, I'm fine!

[Steve] Grins. - you always are.

[CP] - I need you to...  Write, something for me...

[TLOT] I... why me?

[CP] - Because I can't think of a fucking speech to save my life

[TLOT] A speech? What, for the coronation?

[CP] - No shit sherlock

[TLOT] I'll do my best. I'm kinda honored you asked even though you seem desperate.

[CP] - Shut up, I am not desperate!

[TLOT] There's nothing wrong with asking for help... Doc wouldn't have been a bad choice either, they're pretty good at making impassioned speeches. But I can guess how you'd feel about asking them...

[CP] Growls a little-

[TLOT] Looks innocent. - I'll work on it. How much time do I have?

[CP] - However fucking long you need, I am in no rush to have this happen

[TLOT] Pfft. Okay. I'll get back to you. I'm sure you have lots of other important things to work on.

[CP] Grumbles-

[CP] Turns and storms out of the shrine-

[Zeke] Is sitting at the kitchen table playing with Doc's Goomy and reading a small book.

[CP] Storms in still grumbling and deciding to raid Doc's kitchen as well-

[Zeke] Starts a bit and gives him a hopeful smile. His voice is as musical as ever. - Hello Cp. Nice day isn't it?

[Goomy] Goooo. - at the Honedge-

[CP] - Would be better without all the paperwork...  Oh, and Doc wants you to check out the dragon Splender hatched

[Zeke] Really? Is it just an aesethetic thing? And if you need help with some kind of homework, I'm pretty good at it. - shyly- Home-schooled, you know? -he's reading a book on theoretical math-

[CP]- It's not fucking homework!  And we think this dragon has fangs, but we don't know if it's venomous or not

[Zeke] Shrinks a little - Oh! You need me to milk a viper?

[CP] - No, a baby dragon

[Zeke] I don't get it. You want me to get a sample of the venom right? I'm assuming it's snakelike or you wouldn't ask?

[CP] - The fuck should I know?  I didn't get close to the feather ball

[Zeke] It has FEATHERS? Okay now I just want to see it.

[CP] - Well then go talk to Doc about taking you over to Splender's- Steals a bit more than half the food in the kitchen just to piss people off

[Zeke] Okay, I'll tell them you raided the kitchen too. That's odd for you anyway. You don't have a tapeworm or something do you?

[CP] - You will not tell them I raided the kitchen and I'm just in a pissy mood and I'm still a griefer

[Zeke] Oh, sure -is totally lying- I can see that. It seems to be a local pastime.

[CP] - Good, now shut up- Starts leaving after filling his inventory

[Zeke] Intentionally brushes Cp with something too fast to see and breaks out in the flaming cat tattoo again. He's intending to show Splender.

[CP] Teleports away, not wanting to deal with Doc's pokemon again-

[Zeke] Heads upstairs and greets his mom. - Mom, have you seen Doc? Oh and tell one of the brines that Cp raided the kitchen, okay?

[Dolly] That's diferent, and I'll take care of it. I've been meaning to head over to the village today anyway. Also, Doc is up in the horse pen dear.

[Zeke] Thank you- Hurries along.

[Doc] Is moving some blocks around to make the pen a little bigger. - Oh, hey Zeke - looks down- Cp came by?

[Zeke] Ate and ran actually. Can you take me over to Splender's house to see his new dragon?

[Doc] Sure.

[Zeke] Cp said you wanted to see if it was venemous. I need some kind of a jar, paper and a string.

[Doc] Easily done. - After some fiddling in trunks the two set out across the yard to see their Slender neighbor

[Splender] Is sitting in the middle of his house with the dragon in his lap while EJ and Sally work on a puzzle-

[Doc] Calls out from the edge of the water,- Splender? Are you home? I brought Zeke.

[Splender] - I'm here!  Come on over!

[Doc] Pulls the lever to raise the path and the two walk over.

[Zeke] Hello Splender! I have something to show you too. - His manner falters a bit as he notices Ej

[Splender] Looks up and see's the tattoos- Oh that's so cool!

[EJ] Scoffs at Zeke-

[Zeke] I had a brush with Cp, I thought you'd think it was neat.

[Splender] Nods happily-

[Doc] So can we see the baby? And do they have a name yet?

[Splender] - Er, no, they don't have a name yet...  Naming things is hard...  But here!  You can look at it!- He holds the baby up as it hisses and growls and tries clawing at Splender.  With it's wings not tucked up against it's body they can see it's rather sleek in build

[Doc] Here you go Zeke. I defer to the expert. - Hands him a jar with a sheet of paper tied flat over the opening.

[Zeke] Blushes- I'm not an expert, I just read a lot... Can you set them down Splender? I'll have to do this quickly.

[Splender] Sets the baby down and it hisses at the visitors, it's tail lashing about like a whip-

[Zeke] It is beautful... so much fire for such a little critter.

-Baby growls-

[Zeke] Sets the jar down and rushes the baby, he throws one leg over it's body and grabs just below the head. With a quick movement he guides the dragons strike so that the fangs pierce the paper and stick down into the jar. He gives the glands a gentle squeeze to make the venom squirt.

-Not much comes out as the baby struggles against Zeke, it's lower jaw having unhinged from it's upper to give it the biggest bite possible and to make room for it's fangs to swing down and forwards-

[Zeke] Just a little huh? - Lets the head come unclipped from the jar but now isn't sure how to get off without being attacked - Um... can someone grab them again so I can get up safely?

[Splender] - Sure!-  His tendrils spring out and gently wrap around the baby

[Zeke] Thanks. Doc do you have the blood sample I asked for?

[Doc] No, we can just use some of mine. - They pull out a small scalpel.

[EJ] - That better not be my scalpel

[Doc] I have my own thank you. - They make a small slice bettween two pixels on their arm and let a little dribble fall in the jar.

[Zeke] Starts swirling the venom and the blood together. It very, very slowly starts to thicken.

[Splender] Watches, just fascinated-

[Zeke] Breathes- pit viper... It's not much now, but holy hell... that one is going to have a lethal bite when it's bigger...

[Doc] It's coagulated.... it looks like jelly.

[EJ] - Yes but you can draw out the venom again most likely and use it to make an antidote too

[Splender] - What's a pit viper?

[Zeke] It's a type of venemous snake. It's got little sensory organs on it's head that look like pits, hence the name. But the venom makes blood turn to thick paste, it's super lethal and incredibly painful around the bite. Your dragon has the typical traingle head they have too.

[SPlender] - Hmmm, maybe that's why it tickled a little when I got bit yesterday?

[Zeke] TICKLED?

[Splender] - Mmhm!

[Doc] I really hope they can be reasoned with when they're older....

-The baby hisses and tries backing out of Splender's tendrils, giving them another bite-

[Splender] Pats it's head- Hush now, it's okay, no need for biting

[Zeke] Has broken out in a pattern of distant stars, bloody black dribbles, scales and feathers all along his forearms. - Wow...

[Splender] - Oooo!  That's a pretty pattern too!

[Doc] you got both the style of the dragon and a taste of the barren world it came from. The night there is never ending.

[Splender] - So much star gazing!

[Doc] is fussing with the jar and manages to separate some of the contents to get a few pixels of venom. - This is going to be an interesting challenge... I've never made antidotes for snake poisons before...

[EJ] - Use horses

[Doc] Horses?

[EJ] - It's how it's done in the real world.  A small, non lethal amount is injected into a horse.  The horse then creates a resistance to it, an anti venom which can be isolated and used after bleeding the animal.  Since they are such large creatures, they can usually get enough for one human per horse

[Zeke] Splender will likely have built up a tolerance before their first growth spurt...

[Splender] - Oh, we slender beings are naturally resistant to all sort of things including poisons and venoms

[Doc] Fascinating! Time to go bug Lie, since she's the worst horse hoarder on the seed. Haha

[Zeke] But you said you did feel a little something

[Splender] - Oh yes, it tickles, but that's all

[Doc] Ej... is there anything else you can tell me about the anti-venom? I'd prefer not to kill one of Lies horses accidently.

[EJ] - No, I only know the basic premise of the practice, but it's the most common one used

[Doc] I guess we'll go over there then. Zeke? You coming with me?

[Zeke] Yes please. I haven't talked to Lie in a while.

[Splender] Waves a belled tendril at them- Bye!  Have fun!

[Notch] Walks into the main room obviously on the phone. - No, I didn't forget, I seriously, no I don't want to go drinking, don't be like that I'm not avoiding you. Fucking hell I'm just busy. Fine, I'll think of something, don't pester me. - He hangs up with a sigh and leans dejectedly against the wall.

[Lie] Is about to head out to her greenhouse and makes an "Is everything okay?" look at Notch-

[Notch] Squeezes the phone like he's choking it and then puts it away. - Jeb again...

[Lie] - What does he want now?

[Notch] It's his birthday in a few days. I can't go hang out with him and I don't even have a way to send him a present. I'm afraid he's getting suspicious

[Lie] - Ooo, yeah that would be problematic...  We could always send bitchy cat for a visit

[Notch] Funny but not helpful...

[Lie] - Hmm, well, we do know one thing he does want...

[Notch] Endless ass-kissing and praise?

[Lie] - Knowledge that TLOT and Steve are okay

[Notch] Thats a good idea.... now the question is how to deliver it....

-there are desperate bangs on the firewall something or someone wants to get in-

[Doc] Is just passing the gravestones and feels the banging.

[Zeke] Are you okay?

[Doc] I just need to let someone in, maybe. -They holler from the other side- Hello? Do you need help?

-from the other side there seems to be a male and female voice saying things like yes and quick amongst they failing to explain-

[Doc] Opens the wall and drags them in before closing it. - Oh, just a Steve and an Alex? No brine in your group?

-they look suspiously at doc before the steve speaks up- [Stevenson] I'm Stevenson and this is Alexine no but a brine is why we had to come here.

[Doc] Ah well... hm. this is a sanctuary for Herobrines....

[alexine] oh great now we are going to have to deal with more problems.

[Doc] The only problems here are the ones people bring in with them. This is place of healing.

[Stevenson] why would brines need healing they are always dangerous and over powerful

[Doc] Untrue. NOTCH AI's are oftentimes far more murderous and powerful then the brines they hunt.

[alexine] bullshit brines always came to our server putting the human souls in danger then cost us the server it's self

[Doc] is a bit huffy-  Well then maybe I should punt you two back out again. I generally only let humans in if they have a brine to be their keeper so they don't get hurt.

[Stevenson] we can't go back the server was falling apart the soul server is gone

[Doc] Then don't get snippy with me. I'm a Herobrine myself and I'm the head admin of this server.

[alexine] -seems to grumble-

[Deer] Having felt the new arrivals arrives at the spawn on her Mudsdale, the ponytas is following- Is everything alright love?

[Doc] Just some noobs with a faulty server. I don't think they knew what they were asking to get into.

[Zeke] Oh... such lovely horses!

[Stevenson] I am no noob I have never had to hit respawn for my whole existence.

[Deer] - Please calm down...

[Doc] You're a noob HERE. Duh.

[Stevenson] -growls-

[[Deer] - Why don't you two come with me, I can get you something to eat and find some rooms for you to stay in for now

[gem] -comes flying by slowly with eddy and edward on her shoulders and mimikyu in her arms-

[alexine] -sees gem and points to her- you fucker this is your fault.

[Doc] What, you know her?

[Zeke] Is quite interested in Mimikyu

[gem] -is low enough that zeke could reach mimikyu- what's going on

[Stevenson] if it wasn't for you coming into the server the NOTCH AI we had wouldn't have went after you and the soul server wouldn't have started to fall apart

[Doc] Somehow I think it's not her fault that your NOTCH is so dumb he thinks anything with glowing eyes is a brine.

[Zeke] rolls down his sleeves and brushes the Mimikyu with a fingertip.

[gem] -is looking around panicked-

[Deer] - Gem please, calm yourself, no new NOTCH's have come here

[mimikyu] -puts it's hand on zeke's-

[gem] ok so they didn't follow these two.

[alexine] but only brines have pure white eyes and only souls of humans should be able to enter the soul server

[Zeke] Can I.. uh... can I borrow your pokemon for a few minutes Gem?

[gem] sure -hands zeke mimikyu-

[Zeke] Takes him over behind the arch and shows the pokemon the haunting designs that have formed on his arms. - I get it - he whispers.

[Doc] It better not have followed them. And not all brines have white eyes either.

[mimikyu] -looks happy to see the design- mimi

[Deer] - Love, should I take these two and explain things to them?

[gem] I wasn't always a brine all space angels have glowing white eyes

[alexine] I don't believe you

[Doc] Me or Gem?

[alexine] both

[Doc] Is ruffled- What characteristic would you say defines a brine besides the eyes then?

[steveson] glitchy, going though servers, getting into the soul server, fire loving,

[Doc] Pulls out a bucket of lava-

[alexine and steveson] -they back up knowing they would burn because of the lava-

[Doc] Sticks hir hand in the bucket and stands there staring at them. - Need more proof? I don't have the white eyes, but I'm still a brine. Not all glitches are Herobrines.

[alexine and steveson] -they storm off trying to get away from the brines-

[Deer] - I'll follow them love, don't worry- She turns Mudsdale and follows the two new comers

[Doc] Puts the bucket away. - Thank you Deerheart. Just call me if they try to start anything.

[Deer] -I will!

[Doc] Good grief Gem, I can see why you didn't bring them with you.

[gem] I left the soul server as soon as the NOTCH started to chase me again and left to one of my single player worlds I never got the chance to properly know them but the soul server is also very basic this place might confuse them.

[Doc] Can I get you to keep an eye on them as well, maybe just while you're flying around? You are the closest thing they have to a native brine.

[gem] I will do my best I think they might become protective over humans being that was one of thier jobs

[Zeke] Comes back hugging Mimikyu, his sleeves are rolled down again - I love your pokemon Gem.

[Doc] I can see that getting annoying for them.

[gem] I love my pokemon too. well they didn't have to deal with people who didn't know what they are doing. the soul server gave people who love Minecraft so much a chance to live in the world they love but for the souls it was like hardcore they get one live but the steve and alex had a respawn.

[Doc] How odd. No wonder they got squiffy when I called them noobs.

[gem] it was also the reason I ended up on the server at the time I always wanted to live in Minecraft and would image what it would be like. I was also quite good at the game as well.

[Doc] I can understand that. And I'm sure Markus would give an enthusiastic hell yeah as well.

[Zeke] It's beautiful here...

[gem] even though some servers are more hostile they are still better then the real world

[Zeke] It's more forgiving too... I don't feel so... alienated.

[gem] -pets mimikyu and gives them a berry which they happily except while eddy and Edward make little noises on her shoulders-

[Doc] Zeke... if you ever need to talk to anyone....

[Zeke] I know, it's okay. It's Arden that I'm afraid to talk too. I love you guys.

[mimikyu] -finishes their berry then hugs zeke-

[Zeke] Is suprised and his neck erupts in a mostly black pattern of claws and eyes that nearly reaches his hairline. - Oh!

[gem] cool!

[Zeke] Is very embarassed. - I didn't want to! I'm sorry Mimikyu!

[Doc] I read that what they are is a secret because it can be harmful to their trainer to see it...

[gem] well if I die from seeing mimikyu and respawn I will forgive you mimikyu and still love you

[Doc] I said harmful not fatal. I think it might also be so people will preserve their privacy too

[Zeke] It's just my bodies interpertaion of what I'm contacting anyway, it's not exact or literal.

[mimiyku] -gets all happy teary eye and jumps into gem arms to hug her which gem hugs back-

[gem] so who is arden?

[Zeke] Is flustered- He's uh! He's my friend!

[Doc] Arden is the ginger kid with the staff. He's usually preoccupied with a book or watching the more unusual denizens of the seed go about their routines.

[gem] you look a little flustered zeke is everything ok?

-There's the tiniest hint of a weird smell, like spice-

[Zeke] I'm fine!

[gem] -is sniffing the air- is someone cooking I smell spice?

[Doc] I don't think so... the spawn houses are usually unoccupied and we're too far from the villlage for it to be from there.

[Zeke] I think I hear my mom calling me....

[gem] I didn't hear anything or see anything in chat?

[Zeke] Looks seriously distressed.

[Doc] If you need to pee just say so.

[gem] -giggles- if that's all you really need you didn't need to make a my mom is calling me excuse

[Zeke] Looks ready to cry-

[Doc] Just go if you need a moment.

[Zeke] Thank you! - He heads back towards the castle at a slightly off-kilter run.

[Doc] He's such an odd bird. His mom basically won't let me examine him. I care too much about not alienating Xophiel to push the issue.

[gem] it's hard to alienate someone when we are all weird in our own ways

[Doc] Xophiel? He is an angel, and could seriously fuck me over in my dealings with Slender. Best to not make supernatural enemies.

[gem] true. anyway do you have any idea for finding arden I would like to meet them?

[Doc] Hmmm, last I saw him was early this morning. Check my library.

[gem] thank you doc i'll start to look -starts to walk to the castle-

[Arden] Is sitting on the steps just outside the library, there's a book in his lap but he's more focused on watching Lapras swimming in the bay.

[gem] -walks to the library and sees arden- oh hello.

[Arden] Looks up and then gasps. - Oh my... - he lets out a growl of frustration- why did I have to lose my camera.... dammit.

[gem] are you arden and why do you need a camera?

[Arden] Yes and because you're - He gestures wildly at her nonhuman parts- Fuck it... no one would believe me anyway. They'd just think it was a mod with all this low poly stuff...

[gem] well the low poly is only because we are in Minecraft otherwise I would be more detailed I am both a bine and a space angel and I heard of you from zeke and I thought I would introduce myself because we haven't met before i'm gem.

[Arden] Arden Quincy. So... you can be real in this shape in the..- words fail him- outside world?

[gem] yep space angel are from the outside world and before I was a space angel I was just a human.

[Arden] Is examining her features - Is Space Angel some kind of slang you use in place of a technical term? You look like an Enochian angel. They usually have a mix of human and animal parts. They also have 'real names' that are dangerous for mortals to say.

[gem] no space angels are an alien race that just about any species can turn into their defining characteristic is angel like wings, glowing white eyes, and a heart on there chest the rest has to do with who they are as a person before they became a space angel they tend to live in the void of space.

[Arden] Looks around suspiciously - If Xophiel sent you to look after us I won't tell anybody. Wait, YOU'RE AN ALIEN? OMG A REAL ALIEN!

[gem] yep I am an alien and no one sent me.

[Arden] Pulls on his hair - And no one would ever believe me.... AAAAARGH

[gem] who do you want to believe you I am willing to talk to them.

[Arden] It's not like that.. I just.. dammit... I'm writing a book and I just wanted to study the lake monster, maybe get some pictures if I was really really lucky... I didn't expect to get sucked into all this...

[gem] lake monster?

[Arden] Yeah, there were reports of other weird things too. But that was my focus. A spooky lake in the center of a swamp. With animal shaped earth mounds in the hills around it, and at night; always the howling of wolves.

[gem] sounded interesting -puts mimikyu down so they can run around which they do with out going to far-

[Arden] Yeah, till my uncle put me out in the snow for 'being a homo'

[gem] -frowns- no one should do that just because of their orientation

[Arden] But I'm not! I wasn't doing anything at all. He just listened in on a conversation he shouldn't have! I have this friend who's dating a  dom and sex is his solution to everything. Me and Zeke are just friends.

[gem] I never assumed you where dating anyone or if you where are not I just said no one should throw someone out in the snow because of their orientation.

[Arden] Well I don't think it's right either! But I can be doubly pissed because it was so rudely done on top of it all. I was paying him rent for a room I wouldn't house a dog in, and he put me out when it was too late to even get a bus to anywhere else. I might have frozen to death out there if not for Dolly taking me in.

[gem] well a i'm glad you are safe.

[Arden] Yeah, those weird wolves almost got us. It's a good thing Dolly is good with a knife. I'm not a fighter, the staff is mostly to lean on when I'm hiking.

[gem] so you said you are writing a book is it about strange creatures or something else?

[Arden] Oh yes! I love the paranormal! I'm still lamenting the pictures I lost when Xophiel pulled us out of that mess. I got actual shots of the monster cavorting in the lake. It was amazing, and then I fell out of a tree.

[gem] -remember screen shot and there is suddenly a flash as she then pulls out a picture of arden out of her innovatory-

[Arden] What was that? Is it a computer error?! How did you do that?

[gem] no it's screen shot it's something you can do in Minecraft.

[Arden] How?!

[gem] you would have to get access to the keyboard and press f3

[Arden] I don't know how to do that... I'm not too good with computers anyway.

[gem] you would have to ask someone else I always had mine because I have a computer stuck in my system

[Arden] Makes a thoughtful face. - Gem... have you seen anything... strange in Doc's house? Or smelled anything that seemed off?

[gem] strange like how?

[Arden] It smells like... cookies almost? But sharper

[gem] unless we are talking about the cookies in the kitchen then no I haven't.

[Arden] Hmmm. I just, I've seen some things that no one else has mentioned... a big shadow, it moves really quickly.

[gem] normally i would say maybe it was a creepypasta but fewer live in the castle then they use to do you feel like it's following you?

[Arden] No... I feel more like I've suprised it once or twice. It's always very late at night.

[gem] hmm maybe a ghost?

[Arden] No, something more solid then an apparition. I've heard it bump into things.

[gem] i am no stranger to not sleeping if you need someone to help get a better idea if what it is we can look for them.

[Arden] Then I'd say... stake out the kitchen. And I find little puddles sometimes that I think aren't from Doc's Goomy. The pokemon's slime doesn't have a smell, and it seems to dry out and vanish very quickly.

[gem] if it comes in i will quickly screen shot it.

[Arden] Then best of luck to you, a fellow hunter of the strange!

[gem] if i find anything i will let you know.

[Stevenson and alexine] -they see the bar and both start to head there think there might be humans there-

[GK] Is laying against the opposite side of the bar. Playing with the babies wore him out and he's taking a nap break between the two buildings.

[Stevenson] -sees the dragon and pokes them cautiously he has one of his diamond sword ready incase he is hostile-

[Gk] Gives a snort and raises his head - Who's poking me? I'm trying to take a nap.

[Stevenson] -backs up a little at gk's sudden movement-

[Gk] Narrows his eyes- Heh heh, new blood huh? A Steve, ooh and an Alex too! I'm sure Doc is thrilled. Who is your brine little humans?

[alexine] first of all I have never seen a dragon talk in all the mods I have seen and second we came here because our server fell apart after a four armed brine came into it that brine is around here.

[Gk] I ain't a mod. I'm a Herobrine. I'm Gk. The Griefer King. And I get it, you're with the space angel. Heh, I was wondering if she'd contribute to the collection.

[Stevenson] but your a dragon, dragons aren't herobrines.

[Gk] Pfft. Tell that to my asshole brother NOTCH. He was pretty damn sure of who he was punishing. Sticking me in the crummy little form of a Steve just to amuse his twisted self.

[alexine] what do you mean collection?

[Gk] Most of the brines that come here bring a Steve and an Alex with them. Friends, love intrests or relatives, whatever. My 'Steve's' in the bar with his best buddy.

[Stevenson] another human?

[Gk] Yeah, Steffan. What's the weird look for? There are lots of humans here.

[alexine and Stevenson] -run into the bar-

[Enderbro] Is less eating a plate of fries then throwing them in the air and failing to catch them in his mouth.

[Steffan] Is just watching him while drinking a large cup of coffee.

-Neither notice the newcomers-