#Elliot Randolph

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Poke snippet 2

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Endless open space ahead of the ship only had your internal panic switch toggle to being tipped over as for what you were going to do to get everyone home safely and without any more damage done, as you’d just helped to annihilate an entire planet. Down to the purse on your lap your hand dipped to dig into your bag again and find your phone. In which you found Elliot’s number, as he’d shared the most on more features of the Kree ship to help you ready for features Venom possibly might not know of after his flight training.

“Do you have reception?” Scott whispered as you dialed the call.

“Ship has a signal booster we added to it. Guess we get to see if it works.” You answered lifting the phone to your ear.

“Pluto, how are you doing?” Elliot asked, sounding to be closing himself in his office between classes at his university he taught at in Spain.

“Hey Elliot, I know you’re probably at work, but hypothetically, if one was leaving Xandar which Asgardian Realm would be the closest?”

The question had him pause a moment, stunned at the odd far from random question hinting you were trapped so far from your home realm. “That, is a very specific question.”

“Yes it is.” You answered plainly.

“I take it you are at the wheel?” he asked with determination in his voice.

“Yes.”

“Alright, Nidavellir would be closest in my recollection. A handful of hours,” and he gave you instructions on how to bring up the navigation system to have the ship aim itself in on that map to get you there in the swiftest time. “Heimdall will see you straight from there and if you have any difficulties do call me back.” He urged you in effort to be there however possible even at this impossible distance. And with the destination came a boost in speed the ship kicked up to automatically.

#MJ #Scott Lang #Hank Pym #Hope Pym #oc #marvel #Elliot Randolph #long fic #series

[lokigodofaces]

(I haven't seen L&T so maybe that completely discounts everything I have to say)

Now that I think of it, we learn very little about what the Asgardian people think of the royal family. We aren't introduced to that many Asgardians. You've got the royal family, Sif, Warriors Three, Heimdall, Skurge, and Elliot Randolph making appearances as named characters with plot importance, and that's it.

This is purely headcanon, but I'm guessing Randolph is the only one that isn't a noble/very wealthy. Asgard is a warrior society, so being a warrior is not enough to be friends of the princes and to go to the palace frequently and commit treason multiple times to only get a slap on the wrist. And with the importance of the bifrost, they didn't just choose anybody to guard it. Throughout history, nobles have become notable warriors because that was expected of them. For this, I imagine that Sif, the Warriors Three, and Heimdall are all nobles. As for Skurge, he isn't on the same level as those four. Skurge met Thor in battle and was able to guard the bifrost, but Thor didn't remember him. Makes me think Skurge is some lesser noble or just from a wealthy family. Because some random guy probably isn't going to meet the crown prince just because they're in a battle together. This headcanon can also be used with in relation to the insecurity and recognition issues Skurge definitely had. And Randolph straight up told us about his life on Asgard, no need for headcanons. He was a stonemason who came to Earth as part of the Berserker army because he wasn't happy with where he was (wait wait wait did he come to fight the Jotuns in the beginning of Thor 1? Oh heck I probably should have seen this earlier. I know Asgardian aging isn't something we know a ton about but he looks like he could be the age) and in the end fell in love with Earth and stayed.

I wonder how everyone else thought about the royals? We have very little references to go off of. Well, Randolph wasn't happy in Asgard, and we don't know why. A headcanon could be made that he didn't like the royal family (he certainly wasn't massively loyal to the royals if he was ready to live on Earth after one battle). In a deleted scene a servant laughs at Loki (which is crazy because he's a PRINCE. I'm not a fan of the British royal family, don't get me wrong, but if I were in the presence of one of the princes I wouldn't be pulling crap because there are rules and enforcement). There's the crowd at Thor's coronation (which begs the question of who is allowed to attend). Then there's the emotional crowd watching Loki's death in the play. And there's the crowds reactions to Thor and Loki at the beginning and end of Ragnarok (though to fair that end one doesn't count, if zombies were about to kill me and King Charles showed up and electrocuted them all, I'd put aside my feelings for him for a moment until I'm not about to die. Except they lost their entire continent and were saved by like four royals/nobles and a rock guy, so maybe I would either prolong my eventual disliking a bit longer out of shock or impulsively punch someone).

Really, at least to me, we really don't know enough. All we know is that the people like Loki because of the reactions to the community theater's play (community theater, probably anyone could show up. There probably were lots of performances because this is about a PRINCE who recently DIED for the Nine Realms). Everything else, you can come up with headcanons either way. Servant laughs at Loki? Well, so does all the nobles and royals, the servants got used to it, or maybe Loki is more merciful so you can get away with more and the servant misjudged this instance, or people in general saw Loki as the butt end of a joke. Cheers at Thor's coronation? Well, maybe they only invite the nobles and upper class most benefitted by the royals. Silence when Thor arrives in Ragnarok? Could be shock that he returned, could be holding back disappointment because they don't like him. When Thor is king in Ragnarok? Well, their planet fell apart (literally), they could be in shock, they could be relieved there is a leader at all, they could be happy there isn't a violent war between nobles over who will lead them again, they could be happy that not only did their crown prince survive, they got Loki back from the dead so their government is in better condition than it could've been, who knows?

But with the stuff we do have, for all we know Loki is like Princess Diana or something since he is the only one we know for certain people liked. Which is crazy because imagine if in a few years it's revealed that this entire time Diana had been posing as Charles.

#i wrote several paragraphs just to get to the last one about loki & diana #loki laufeyson #thor odinson #odin #frigga #heimdall #sif #warriors three #elliot randolph #skurge #thor (2011) #thor: the dark world (2013) #thor: ragnarok (2017) #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. (2013 2020)

[drelizabethgreene]

Any Fandom Fluff Bingo Bingo #1

Translation: I recently got my first Bingo on my @anyfandomfluffbingo card! If you're looking for some reading in the last few days of 2023, here are the stories that formed the Bingo. (This is only a one-way Bingo; not a cover-all...I still have 11 squares to fill.)

#1: Dynamic Sensory Contrast

Fandom: The Resident

Pairing: KitBell

Square filled: Regular Customer

#2: Undercover Lover

Fandom: Law and Order: SVU

Pairing: Bensler

Square filled: Bodyguard AU (credit to @creativepromptsforwriting for the full prompt, which is in the beginning notes)

#3: Goodwin-Sharpe Family Restaurant

Fandom: New Amsterdam

Pairing: Sharpwin

Square filled: Grand Gestures

#4: Take the Load Off and Stay Awhile

Fandom: The Resident

Pairing: KitBell

Square Filled: Damsel in Distress

#5: Three to One

Fandom: The Resident

Pairing: CoNic

Square Filled: "Will you just shut up and kiss me already?"

#fluff #any fandom fluff bingo #bingo fill #the resident #new amsterdam #law and order svu #kitbell #bensler #conic #sharpwin #kit voss #randolph bell #olivia benson #elliot stabler #max goodwin #helen sharpe #conrad hawkins #nicolette nevin #nic nevin #fanfiction #archiveofourown.org #comments welcome

[historyhermann]

Metal Family Review

In recent years, there has been an increase in indie animations, including on platforms such as YouTube. One of those series is the musical-themed Russian mature animation series, Metal Family.

Reprinted from Pop Culture Maniacs, my History Hermann WordPress blog on Jan. 19, 2023, and Wayback Machine. This was the eighth article I wrote for Pop Culture Maniacs. This post was originally published on January 8, 2022.

The action-adventure and drama series focuses on a Russian family of metal fans, each with their own personalities: there are Victoria and Glam, two metalheads in love with one another, and they have two children, Heavy and Dee. It follows the creative ways that the family deals with problems every day and manifests various tropes. Dee is 15 years old and Heavy is 13. Victoria is 37 and Glam is 39-40.

The series has a number of interesting small details that sets it apart from other animation series. For example, the opening of each episode begins with the character, or characters, hanging up their key, with the way each character hangs up their key a specific reflection of their personalities. There are also various pop culture references throughout the series to bands such as Metallica, System of a Down, Black Sabbath, Bon Jovi, and Led Zeppelin. Unlike some other series, this show takes place in a blurred world, without any specific location.

Metal Family does not shy away from mature topics. Victoria often drinks and smokes, while her husband, Glam, does not. She even gambles. The last part of the first season focuses on Glam Shvagenbagen’s troubled childhood going to a music conservatory. He meets a friend named Ches/ Chive who introduced him to Twisted Sister, heavy metal music, and gives him his current nickname. He leaves home for good after living with his abusive father, Gustav. Leaving his past behind, he chooses to be part of the “rabble” as his father puts it. He finds a family for himself in music and in the companionship of Victoria.

The show plays with the idea of a “strong man” defending a “weak” woman. In this series, Glam is diminutive but nasty in a polite way while Victoria is buff and brash. She is not afraid to throw a person out of a window or punch a hole through a wall, if warranted. Glam is more calculating and can solve problems by using his mind. Victoria likes to smash things apart – as she does in an escape room in an episode. She is a little like Princess Bean in Disenchantment, an alcoholic, and Harley Quinn in the series of the same name, who carries around a baseball bat which she uses to protect herself, those she cares about, and fight for what she believes is right.

The series is produced by a small team and is created by Alina Kovaleva. Xydownik co-directed the series with Kovaleva. Both work as series animators. According to the fandom site for the series, Koveleva works on the series full-time, using Adobe Animate CC. It took over two years to create the show’s first season. Alexey Khrapov worked in the show’s sound department. Alexey Vasilevsky composed original music, apart from the show’s other music. Karin Karimova worked as a violinist, Daniyl Yakovenko as a music consultant, and Luis Rojas as a guitar soloist.

The Russian voice actors have been consistent. Blin voices Glam and Dee. Roman Volkov voices Gustav and Xydownik voices Heavy. Kovaleva voiced a Youtube Instructor in a 2021 episode as well as Victoria. Xydownik also voices Ches in two episodes, along with characters like Rowd and the Conservatory Dean. Flynn The VA voices Drusilla. There’s also a background character named Celestie, and therapist Dr. Hans.

The English dub introduced new voice actors, including Elliot Cancel as Chive / Ches, Randolph Castellanos as Dee, Lydia Shvagenbagen, and Richard Armstrong, Hoctor as Gustav, London Hartman as Heavy, Kylie Ann as Mary Shvagenbagen, Ry Harte as Glam, and Chiari Queen as Victoria. Hoctor also voices biker gang member Bug, Ann voices Anna, a cynical radical feminist.

The series first aired on September 13, 2018, released in Russian, with English subtitles added after its release, ending its run in 2020. The pilot episode was also a music video sung by Avantasia, is entitled “The Story ain’t Over.” Since February 2021, an English dub of the episodes has been released on a separate YouTube channel, with a hilarious 3-minute trailer for the release of the English dub. Through 2021, the 10-episode first season aired on YouTube and the second season began in late December 2021. Oksana Gunchenko helped translate and adapt the episodes of the series.

The series has been positively received by fans, with over 140 fan fics on Archive of Our Own, garnering hundreds of thousands of views on YouTube, and has high rankings on IMDB. Hundreds of thousands more follow a fan site for the show on the Russian language social media platform, VK. This is impressive for a series with relatively new voice actors, with this series as their first big roles, and even for animators. A few are involved in other indie animated projects, like Kylie Ann as an animator on Legends of Myiorda, an anime/cartoon series. Some previously worked on Russian language productions.

Updates about the series are shared on Xydownik’s Russian-language YouTube channel, the Instagram account of Kovaleva, a channel on Telegram, and Kovaleva’s VK account. Like Helluva Boss, Heavy, one of the show’s characters, has an official Instagram account, posting candid photos from his life. This encourages people to be more deeply invested in the show. There’s even an official store to buy merchandise and items related to the show.

The voice acting and animation of Metal Family were intriguing. The story kept me watching the episodes and I say this as as a person who likes listening to metalheads like Caleb Hyles and the band Twisted Sister. The characters were complex enough and were not stereotypes which made me excited about what is going to come next. In the end, I’d highly recommend this series, especially for those who like badass characters, music, and compelling stories.

Metal Family is available on YouTube.

© 2022-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

#metal family #indie animation #youtube #heavy metal #metalheads #harley quinn #disenchantment #princess bean #alcoholism #imdb #fan fics #ao3

[katrinahood]

List of Criminal Case characters who could be gay because there isn't anything in the games that says otherwise

Zuma Tlatoani

Thunder Dave

James Savage

Johan Schnee

Richard Wells

Rex Logan

Daniel Lambert

Rupert Winchester

Randolph

Jarvis Donne

Armand Dupont

Elliot Clayton

Julian Ramis

Eamon Gilligan

Felix Reed

Ben Shepherd

Luke Fernandez

Agent Z

Vince Moon

Freddie Alonzo

Duncan Young

Desmond Galloway

Adam Bentley

Rupert Snow

Derek Stone

Colonel Spangler

Bob Levene

Danny Moto

Sam Ellis

#criminal case #criminal case game #like my lesbian criminal case characters list this is not an exhaustive list

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Do you think Asgardians have homophobia? I know Loki was looked down on for not being masculine, would liking men be an issue? I'd love to imagine a more progressive Aesir society, but the movies show that's not the case. Racism against Jotunn and mortals alike, for example.

I theorize that Loki must not gave been well regarded amongst the common folk, either, but other than Thor preference in general, there's no Loki fanfare. I was a bit disappointed that AoA had Elliot Randolph talking a bit about life as a common soldier and citizen but didn't do much for details on their view of the younger prince.

Oh my, this is pure headcanon because unless I'm forgetting something they never addressed that or anything of the sort in canon. Correct me if I'm wrong though.

I want to believe they're not homophobic and I kinda think Asgard would see it more like this:

It would be silly to expect an entirely different planet to go by our rules and see core values such as romance and sex the same way we do. Loki was definitely looked down upon but I don't think that had to do with his sexual orientation - or even that sexual orientation would be a thing on Asgard in the first place. Keep in mind centuries ago it wasn't a thing here either, that only changed with religion and culture shifts.

They do seem to have an ideal of masculinity that is similar to certain traits of toxic masculinity but it's also true that while Thor might be the embodiment of some of those in his first movie he's also a man who doesn't entirely fit the criteria either. He's gentle, he's kind, he apologizes when he does something wrong, he has no issue with physical touch be it with men or women, he acknowledges other people's feelings...

Racism is a whole different issue though, they're high on that one. It's clear they think of themselves as the superior race and they feel entitled to other realms and think other beings are beneath them.

[dear-indies]

Hey! I hope everything is going well with you! When you have time - completely understandable to take time for yourself given everything - do you think you could give a list of your fave body diverse fcs over the age of 35, if any? I would greatly appreciate it!! All the best ❤️

Non-binary:

Ser Anzoategui (1979) Argentinian and Paraguayan - is nonbinary (they/them).

Ericka Hart (1986) African-American - non-binary (she/they) - is a breast cancer survivor.

Third-gender:

Yolanda Bonnell (1982) Ojibwe, Unspecified White / Indian - two-spirit (she/they) - is bisexual - has OCD and ADHD.

Gloria May Eshkibok (?) Mohawk, Ottawa, Irish, French - two-spirit (she/her) and wears an eye patch.

Gender questioning:

Kristin Chirico (1984) Cayuga, Seneca, Italian, and Irish - questioning their gender, explaining it as “encompassing a lot of things” but is not yet sure if she’s non-binary or a gender non-confirming woman - is bisexual and demisexual - has OCD.

Women:

Joanna Scanlan (1961)

Melissa McCarthy (1970)

Keala Settle (1975) Māori.

Michelle Buteau (1977) Haitian [African, some Lebanese] / French, Jamaican [African, Indian, possibly other].

Itziar Castro (1977) - is a lesbian.

Brooke Elliot (1978)

Dana Gourrier (1979) African-American.

Chrissy Metz (1980)

Natasha Rothwell (1980) African-American.

Beth Ditto (1981) - is queer.

Jana Schmieding (1981) Miniconjou Lakota Sioux, Sicangu Oyate Lakota Sioux.

Jordan Raskopoulos (1982) - is trans.

Denisse Ojeda (1982) Chilean.

Gabourey Sidibe (1983) Senegalese / African-American.

Yola / Yolanda Quarty (1983) British, Ghanaian, and Barbadian.

Ella Smith (1983)

Heather White (1983) Mohawk / Nakoda Sioux.

Jolene Purdy (1983) Japanese / English, Scottish, Irish, German, Ashkenazi Jewish.

Anna O'Brien (1984)

JB The First Lady / Jerilynn Webster (1984) Nuxalk and Onondaga.

Da'Vine Joy Randolph (1986) African-American.

Amber Riley (1986) African-American.

Nicole Byer (1986) African-American - comedian, television host, writer and actor - "doesn't identify as straight", but is uncomfortable with the labels "bisexual" or "queer."

Aidy Bryant (1987)

Men:

Mark Addy (1964)

Taylor Wily (1968) Samoan.

Jack Black (1969) Ashkenazi Jewish / German, as well as Northern Irish, Scottish, English, remote French and Welsh (converted to Judaism).

Nick Frost (1972)

Ólafur Darri Ólafsson (1973)

Matt Berry (1974)

Kristian Nairn (1975) - is gay.

K. Trevor Wilson (1981)

Josh Gad (1981) Afghan Jewish and Ashkenazi Jewish.

Brian Tyree Henry (1982) African-American.

Matty Matheson (1982)

Sam Richardson (1984) Ghanaian.

Cooper Andrews (1985) Samoan / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Charley Koontz (1987)

Atkins Estimond (1987) Afro-Haitian.

Thank you so much for being kind and understanding, anon! I have a masterlist HERE too but you're always welcome to send asks as I know going through long lists can be overwhelming.

#fc help #rph #rpc #olderfcs

[intothenest]

would love recs for muse e

I read this before I went to bed last night and totally forgot to reply this morning, so apologies for my delay!! For those just now joining us, MUSE E is the local bartender who overhears and is often told things they probably shouldn't know. I kept this age range in the late 20s into 40s!

Aidan Turner, Alfred Enoch, Alexa Davalos, Annie Murphy, Asia Kate Dillon, Da'Vine Joy Randolph, Fernanda Vasconcellos, Grace Dove, Kate Siegel, Kingsley Ben-Adir, Lesley Ann Brandt, Meaghan Rath, Richa Moorjani, Daniella Alonso, Maggie Q, Neve Campbell, Ayisha Hart, Camila Queiroz, Elliot Fletcher, Emilio Sakraya, Halston Sage, Lyrica Okano

#oc rp #town rp #mystery rp #discord rp #semi appless rp #new rp #muse e

[denimbex1986]

'Claire Foy looked incredible as she attended the UK Gala Screening of All Of Us Strangers at BFI Southbank in London on Tuesday.

The Crown star, 39, wowed in a plunging white gown with two daring thigh-high splits, as she joined co-stars Paul Mescal and Andrew Scott on the red carpet.

Claire boosted her height in a pair of strappy silver heels, while accessorising with matching jewellery...

Meanwhile, Normal People star Paul, 27, cut a dapper figure in a dark grey suit and a knitted polo top.

Andrew, 47, stood out in a pale pink blazer, teamed with a white vest and navy trousers.

In a new interview with Screen Daily, the Irish actor discussed the relationship between casting and sexuality, revealing he 'never thought' he would get the opportunity to play leading roles.

He said: 'I remember growing up and reading Empire magazine and thinking I would never get a chance to play leading roles in the cinema. And I am thrilled that has changed.

'As much as I feel like representation is important, so is transformation. I don’t love the idea of being cast for something purely for my own sexuality — you’re not just playing "gay", you’re playing the attributes of the character.

'I don’t want a totalitarian regime - we have to look at each individual story we’re telling and what’s right for that.'

All Of Us Strangers - based the film on the 1987 Japanese psychological novel Strangers by Taichi Yamada - is directed by Andrew Haigh and will be released in the UK on January 26.

The film stars Andrew as screenwriter drawn back to his childhood home who enters into a fledgling relationship with a mysterious neighbor (Paul).

Claire plays Adam's mother while Billy Elliot star Jamie Bell portrays his father, as his late parents appear to him in his childhood home at the age they were when they died.

The LGBTQ+ romantic fantasy dominated the competition at the British Independent Film Awards last month, earning a staggering seven gongs in total.

Among the awards was the top prize for Best Film, beating Femme, How To Have Sex, Rye Lane and Scrapper.

All Of Us Strangers also scored Best Director and Best Screenplay for English filmmaker Andrew Haigh, who is known for his work on films Weekend and 45 Years.

Paul shared the Best Supporting Performance gong for his role in the film with Shaun Thomas from How To Have Sex.

Claire was also nominated in the Best Supporting Performance category but lost out to her co-star Paul.

She will be hoping to take home the BAFTA for Supporting Actress on February 18 but faces stiff competition in her category.

She will compete against Emily Blunt, Oppenheimer; Danielle Brooks, The Color Purple; Sandra Hüller, The Zone Of Interest; Rosamund Pike, Saltburn and Da'vine Joy Randolph, The Holdovers

Acclaimed film director Andrew Haigh previously said that Paul and Andrew were 'fearless' when filming their sex scenes in the new movie.

Speaking to Vanity Fair, he said: 'There was chemistry between the two of them literally the second I saw them together.

'Both of them were pretty fearless. There was no sense of them being afraid of approaching those scenes. They knew how important they were.'...'

#Andrew Scott #Andrew Haigh #Paul Mescal #Claire Foy #All of Us Strangers #BAFTA #The Crown #Normal People #Jamie Bell #Strangers #Taichi Yamada #LGBTQ+ #British Independent Film Awards #Weekend #45 Years

[torxnn]

Torunn has been prepped to one day rule over the nine realms, since she could speak in full sentences.

From the age of two, she was taught how to read and write. From the age of four, she was learning about the nine realms and having lessons in self defense. From the age of five, observing hunting animals with her parents From the age of five to eight, she was taught by Elliot Randolph, an asgardian. professor, who was currently living on Midgard for the past 1000 years. From the age of nine, was receiving full time asgardian education and tutoring once more, under the guide of proper asgardian teachers once more. From the age of ten, was learning how to hunt. Under the guidance of Thor. From the age of fifteen, learning about military. At present, specifically being focused on how to actually be a queen and ruling itself.

#hc #she'll be the best asgardian queen one day

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The White Dove Pt 47 - Tesseract Stole My Candy

@devilishminx328​. @theincaprincess​, @lilith15000​, @jesevans​, @jiminapickle

The White Dove Masterlist

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Agony’s Other amongst the others at the pre-Yule trip back at the holiday dinner smiled as you looked at the card with the steps to a location online. They said, “Skrulls our Others faced off with back in the 80’s found out they had copied the Library of Alexandria and then burned it down to keep control of how humans were evolving. The Skrulls were killed and the Symbiotes hid their library of all the scanned documents. We knew you would appreciate it.”

“Thank you,” you said hugging them. “It’s incredible.”

“Oh don’t think us,” Phage’s Other said. “Mainly transcripts and tedious documents for all we have checked. Very few scintillating finds.”

“Tedious paints a picture all the same.” You said spreading smiles.

.

Rhodey had called once he knew you were in town again. Thankful and flattered by your mention and use of his joke he shared he loved hearing from you. The same conversation he did give warning of the contract changes to come and Stark’s efforts to unload the planes still left to order a new fleet and that the military was planning to gain two new Blackhowls as well.

Pilots were gaining more confidence in handling them and two more were capable of training their own new pilots until they gained confidence as well for their own future craft. Especially in Arctic temperatures they thrived and showed little hassle as normal craft did no matter the weather and those would be used to help in rescue and transport missions there was little that hadn’t been thrown at them they’d seen the other side of scratch free. So there was always growing hope to expand the fleet as more jobs were made safer with them in the lead to get it done.

Money was coming, and the closer you got to your birthday the better as it could finally change everything to grant so much freedom and comfort. Just had to wait a bit longer. Couple more weeks. Just a couple more then a few months after that and there was no logical way to keep you from getting your degree from Midtown and then you could just focus on crunching through your degrees to see if something stuck out for you to chase as a true passion. The more time you snuck on Eldfalls’ sail however you knew that at least somewhere in there that work of ships in some way could be a part of your future, if only to repair him as he aged or his sail would eventually give out.

 .

“Pluto,” a voice that took you a moment to recall with help of your bees turned your head from the egg, pepper and potato scramble you were making. “It’s Doctor Strange, of course congratulations, but I did want to call you as my hospital board is willing to give some of your patient scanners a shot.”

“It’s because,”

“You won a Nobel prize for Medicine, yes,” he cut you off, “But also partly because I have been badgering them non-stop about it every quarterly meeting and review session I could manage to crash. So in part you would be helping to shut me up.”

Softly you giggled making the Doctor grin at the hopeful sign he had accomplished this feat. “How many and how soon would you need them and what style would you want?”

“They come in styles?” He asked and it was your turn to grin.

“Normally I keep them as winged insects, so they can fly around, but I can make them as parrots or small birds if they like.”

“Our hospital logo is a hummingbird, they might like that.”

“I can do that, easy.”

“Quantity, right, they said we can start with 80, to test them out in the ER and ICU, and they will sign a check for $800k upon delivery and demonstration of how they work.”

The sheer number had you a bit stunned and you said, “Alright, I’ll get right on them,” you said beginning to glow and form one over your free mist coated palm, “And let you know when I’m finished, shouldn’t take too long just a week or so.”

“I will let them know and they can ready the press piece for it.”

“Killing the insurance market is really hitting hospitals that hard?”

Lowly he let out a chuckle, “We got patients coming out of the floorboards since it’s affordable. And calls daily about the work your research center is doing on when drugs could be possible. I knew you were gonna be something impossible. Keep up the good work I won’t keep you, enjoy your morning.”

“You too,” you said watching the colorful half palm sized bird begin to fly around and be greeted by your bees that would help to finish the programming to monitor patients properly to hospital standard.

“Oh now these are just downright adorable.” He said with a beaming smile as three of the newly created hummingbird scanners hovered around him while he brought up the tickets he got to surprise you with for a show a bit later.

“Dr Strange pulled through. His hospital wants 80 and their logo has a hummingbird on it. $800k,” you said making him let out a whistle as they projected scans of his body and Venom hiding inside of it. “Almost feels a bit like cheating since I can grow them myself.”

“This is not cheating. These are the wings that will carry on the next round of the medical world revolution.”

With a giggle you said, “Certainly the most adorable revolution I’ve seen.”

“Gonna make some recharging nests too?”

“Yes, I think I can ration four pods in a clump to spare install time.” You said showing him the sketch of the four bubble shaped spiral tiered nest station that could be installed like a sconce he smiled wider at.

“So precious.”

.

“Have the contracts ready for you right here.” Matt said and Foggy helped to pass you the first for Stark. Page by page Matt explained the terms with help of Foggy on a few finer details on your non-Braille copy so you could sign at the numerous flag stickers and date.

The military contract was much larger and had included the details that you would be paid in full for the next go round to do with the funds as you pleased.

Once the contracts were concluded the talk of other mortgage scandal clients filled a small gap while you ignored the press scandal of the latest of the tumor riddled pop star whose male mistress was telling all. While looking far younger than her and her much older boyfriend, a lawyer was called for in her own case as he had shared videos, pictures and messages galore. To prove they had been hot and heavy for years with a baby on the way that she was desperate to not let the world know she was debating on how to handle the so called devastating fiasco for her career due in just under six months.

And of course like the fame seeking habit of a pug faced former model wife of another famous R&B singer had put her foot into the fire to kick off even the least talkative Congressmen to give their stances and stir up plans of a march in Washington. Again a vote and bills were being brought up with the same tumor riddled pop star and her dissolving public reputation linked pregnancy in the center of it.

“Do you have a timeline on when they want the next set of planes?” Matt asked.

“Spring was what they told me they hoped for, hangar isn’t heated that well to have me there. But they might be up to something else and keeping mum on it.”

Matt said, “Well if the base is up North could have more to do with some rail work repairs than that from what I hear.”

“See, secret keeping.” You said making the duo chuckle.

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Through the doors of the hospital it was a bit comical to some to see the wheelbarrow of the recharging nests and 80 birds all over the rest of the space within the means of transport from the van Eddie helped you to bring them in. All over the press was your face with hummingbird breeds. And for a team of photographers you were filmed atop a folding ladder you used to mount the tiered docks within or near to walls close to the ceiling to not allow them to be bumped by chance to protect them while charging. Throughout the ER and ICU they were assigned and to the numerous members of staff both Doctor and Nurse alike you shared the basic function of the birds that proved to show they could and had linked to the chart system within seconds.

“They each have names,” you said and specifically to a snickering set of Residents, “No matter how ridiculous it might seem to you,” luring the focus of the Doctor heading their training who glared at them, instantly ceasing the amusement, “They are social unlike their biological counterparts, and will require communications regarding patient care. Instruction of scans of certain body parts or even just transfer of scans to another department.”

One patient who had a broken foot agreed to be the guinea pig and watched as the others did the projected scan of the broken bones and pins used to secure them again inside the cast. Though a flight higher notified their surgeon of a blood clot that had the patient hurried off to have that handled before it could be allowed to travel any farther closer to their heart. “There also is a feature of the flock that were a Doctor to simply dismiss any complaint of a patient due to weight issues, something made up for attention, or done out of enhanced anxiety, or that of a ‘woman problem’ or something as frivolous than that Doctor’s file will be flagged for implementing bias and the flock will signal another Doctor to the patient to be treated properly.”

A Doctor scoffed and said, “What if it is a weight issue, like arthritis? Or a women’s issue like a cyst or period cramp?”

“The bias statement will be issued after the scan. And any and all possible harmful issues will be noted within the file upon their visit. Any anxiety flags will send word to the psychology department for a consult as well to be safe and also amongst the other features is one that should someone come in within an abusive relationship, be it parental, domestic or otherwise the police will be notified and the room will be monitored and taped for evidence to support the victim.” You said parting lips. “Doctor and Nurse abuse is far less frequent than other forms in terms of hospital statistics and if that can be remedied at least within these walls the flock will assist all that is possible. And such, should there be a delirious or belligerent or aggressive patient or relative each are able to produce a sedative gas like chloroform to assist in rendering the aggressor immobile long enough to have them contained.”

“How often do you imagine we deal with aggressive patients?” A second Resident chortled making you look their way.

“The gas is for the Nurses’ protection, who take the brunt of it.” You said making May Parker and others amongst the Nurses smile at the additional help for them. “Each of them will learn your names and they have different plumages to aid in learning theirs. Also should you dye your hair, change colored contacts or go through any cosmetic procedures try to keep your staff pictures updated or they will refuse you from the system and not take your verbal commands as they will recognize your appearance as well as your voice.”

“And if we dye our hair a lot?” One of the Doctors asked with pink tips to her hair matching the tips on her nails and earrings.

“Then a thumb print confirmation on their bellies you can request will suffice until you update your file again.” The few other patients who agreed to be scanned both were awed at seeing previous issues they knew of and a few who learned of incoming issues they could turn around now before it was a life threatening level. Check in hand it was off to the bank while you checked on the progress of a legal hurdle you had caught wind of.

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A big wig had learned where Isaiah Bradley and another 40’s era vigilante now in her own retirement lived, and had bought up their mortgages in a bank takeover that had for sale signs in their yards. Issue was made of a slight against his father decades prior was what you had learned, a KKK member who was claimed to have been brutalized and vanished, except for his head found on a spike put in the front of the burnt building where his charter held meetings.

Through your bank, by means of a more than helpful teller, your hefty investment into the bank at a claim to wish to tear those houses down to build one of your own in the quieter town to have a lab finally had a backed statement of funds for the second bank with control of the mortgages. As Matt was in court Foggy had arrived to assist you in completing the paperwork that by the set of the sun garnered you two property packets to keep track of as well as notice of the deed reprint forms to keep in place of the deeds that could arrive anywhere from six weeks to three months from now.

$800k now after the property values after their latest inspections had fragmented into just under $80k that you would hold in savings and hope another emergency would not kick up until another hospital wanted more of your birds when the first shared how brilliant they were. Right out after a stop for something to grab takeout to Isaiah’s home Eddie drove and split the bags of food to carry with you to the door.

You had seen the expensive car that had driven away and heard Elijah yelling still inside while an unsettling buzzing sound went off next door at Miss Jubilee’s house. All the same you went to the door and rang the bell hearing from inside, “What does that mother fucker want now?!” from Elijah.

And muttered curses from Isaiah who said, “Just, wait here! Don’t do anything foolish and make this fifty times worse! I will not have you rot behind bars like I had to!”

Through the stained glass outer door his eyes fell upon you as you flinched a few fingers off the bag pressed to your chest, “Pluto, Eddie,” opening the glass door you stepped aside to allow him to do so he asked as you flashed a second wave to Elijah who peeked out from his room. “What brings you out here this time of day?”

“Wanted to celebrate, brought some food.”

“Right, your hospital, the birds. Come in.” He said inhaling deeply to keep calm and his own news to himself showing you both in once the doors were closed to the dining room.

“Well not exactly,” you said with a grin his way. Atop the table you left the bags and faced him bringing out the property packets you showed him. “I bought two houses!” Across the one for his he read the address and his jaw dropped.

“Pluto,” he murmured. “This is a $450k house!”

“Very sound investment, only I got a fair discount telling the owner of the other bank I wanted to tear your house and Miss Jubilee’s house down to make a mini mansion of my own a la Vanderbilt style.” You said making his eyes tear up in gratitude, “Could you help me tell her there’s a buzzing sound coming from her place that doesn’t seem right, before she does anything drastic.”

“That’s your money Pluto.” He said stepping closer.

“Hospitals will catch on, and want their own flocks, plus in Spring military wants two more Blackhowls and I got my jobs. Taxes will be a bitch but, worth it to fuck over a white supremacist’s day.”

Tightly he hugged you and stepped back to let Elijah, who had heard and hurried over to join in, claiming more room in a hug all his own. “Let’s go tell Miss Jubilee. We will pay you back, every penny.”

“Well I’d be glad to take a loss either way, I mean I can’t logically move here yet or afford the upkeep so I will be needing some trustworthy people who know the terrain around town to manage the pesky gardens out back,” you joked making him chuckle and wipe his eyes to head outside and next door.

The elderly woman there was just as grateful and overjoyed to calm her uproarious family with the news as you went back to eat after she’d stowed her favored chaos machines she was readying to go wreak havoc on the man Eddie confirmed the Hive would go after once the ink was dry on the deal.

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“And it will take a week for the sale and the fund transfer to solidify so just be certain to play up the fact I’ll have to evict you all to drag things out. All the hassle for me but after that’s dry it’s paid in full and he can’t do a damn thing about it.”

“Thank you, Pluto.” Isaiah said with a lingering sentimental gaze at the final goodbye of the night.

“You didn’t have to suit up again. You did, for me. Faced Nazis for me. Least I could do, spend a dreary boring afternoon signing paperwork to let you keep your homes. This home needs you.” You said widening his smile. “Not to mention Murdock and Foggy are looking into the other mortgages that bank has and if anything suspicious happens there just might be some legal trouble coming his way he can’t fight off with a paycheck.” Gaining a chuckle from him as you climbed into the van. Unseen in the pull away to them you took the chance to flex your sore hands from the work of the install and the numerous signatures of the hours of paperwork.

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The purchase of two properties and plans to sell them back soon enough was an intriguing notion to your grandfather and paternal cousins at the welcome back meal upon landing back in Norway for Yule break. Although bedtime was a welcome thing to have you wake up early the next morning to handle the paperwork to help step into the eventual research study of your injections. To see what would be required to get that up and running as the one for degenerative diseases had found its groove and ample funding for now thanks to the medals and public outpouring of support.

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Lego like internal blocks of the rings you had designed were left in a pile on the coffee table inside the rental with Eldfalls peering on at your work one at a time with tools Yggdrasil had shared the designs of. Low ‘mmhms’ and ‘uh-uhs’ from him answered the proper angles to latch each one into place with fingers extended to nudge the pieces into more ordered lines to help your choice of the next one.

Hours both Eddie and Thengel watched the growth of glowing crystal internal workings inside the halves of rings Eldfalls helped to hold one so you could line them up to bind them together.

Sparks and brilliant shows of light that filled the rental for a few near blinding moments left the house damage free. Only Eldfalls kept it levitating as he nudged you to complete folding the second ring together. That act not just had the second ring light up but the first in shifting prisms of color inside the ring that had the black metal rotate like a double helix revealing green glow in gaps within the rings. Around them your bees scanned for stability proving they both gave off oxygen as you had thought up by the makeup of the internal parts. By means of the pocket calculator sized remote Eldfalls reminded you to make first the glow was shut off as you powered them down.

“Oh those are so cool,” Eddie said when your bees scanned them showing they were not emitting anything making you smile at the successful creation of the rings you now had to learn how to control by means of various tests in the months to come. This was a nice distraction as you were invited to a party at the Palace where the King and Queen hoped to use this as a makeshift coming out party as you would be back in New  York for your 18th birthday. While Thengel shared he had your mother’s tiara, at least for the basic rule to not allow those under 18 to wear them, you were free of that expectation for this party. They hoped to place you in view of more than a few acceptable matches with families who would at least pretend to your face to be glad to link you to their sons if given the chance.

 …

 “You know, he could have just said he wanted to keep the shirt.” You sighed as you folded the poor copy of the flannel Banner had sent to your place as a Christmas present thanking you for loaning it to him. Your Landlord having kept the package safe back at your building until you had returned. This one to your sensitive senses far rougher than the former, with an embroidered octopi inside the back of the collar sporting eight legs instead of the nine you had embroidered into the original that had felt so magically soft when you found it for Eddie. Only to discover it was too small for him enabling him to let you keep it and buy him another to replace it.

“I mean he’s not even stealthy wore the thing to a lecture in India yesterday too.” Eddie said stretching his legs after your long flight back. The hall of his building being painted had brought him to hang out at your place for a bit where he could at least spend some more time with you to if anything plan out something small to do to celebrate your big birthday coming up.

2012 had just kicked off and wading through some wind blown confetti still from the New Years bash people had brought from the big ball drop on their bodies you were back again and moved back to your loom to get the final few inches left of this section completed by your next meal. All the while talking with Eddie who watched your focused efforts adoringly at just how long you had to work on this sizeable sail and even after the weaving was through how much work was left to do to get the water and wind proofing completed.

During your next meal you asked him, “What happens if he won’t hold water?”

And with a smile he said, “One way to find out, let’s hook the trailer up to the bus and go for a dip.” Your smile spread and excitedly when you went to tell him Eldfalls began to hum while you dropped the mast to be able to take the trailer out.

“Whatcha doin?” turned your head when you had stepped back out of the open doors to double check no one was blocking the street like some trucks did for late deliveries to shops nearby.

MJ amongst a group of Ned, Peter and Peter’s uncle Ben asked you spotting the lifejackets and bundles of rope in your bent arm. “Oh, hey, just checking the watertight capabilities of the hull I patched.”

She asked, “You’re going to the ocean, for that? Or, like a test pool?”

“Ocean.” You said lifting the life jackets. “Got some floaties just in case.”

Ned asked, “How likely is it to sink again?”

“Not likely, only about 45% chance.” You said making Ben chuckle.

Off his chest he lifted his camera, “Can we come? Take some fun pictures in exchange?”

“If you like. We have spare floaties and a rubber ducky life raft that can fit seven just in case.” Excitedly they came inside the garage and climbed inside the open van to sit either on the bed or the floor at their choice leaving you and Eddie the front seat.

“Wow, it’s actually a duck.” Peter said eyeing the picture on the clear bag containing the inflatable duck shaped raft amongst the spare life jackets you added from the locker along the wall with some spare folding chairs you put inside Eldfalls’ deck.

“I doubt Eldfalls will sink again, but I plan for chaos, best to be prepared.” To Eddie you said, “Have the pedal motor too just in case, which counters as ice breakers as well, and the paddles, ropes, lifejackets, floaties, ducky raft, crank lanterns, and emergency rations. Plus the safety radio to contact shore and other boats.”

“List is good, called ahead and dock is open to midnight. Won’t take that long but it will be a fun video to shoot.” Closing yourselves in the van Eddie fired it up and started the drive to the nearest dock. Both temperature and gentle snow fall had others far from willing to be on the water right now, backwards on the trailer the ship was eased into the water enough for you to let the others out and help them up onto the deck so that you could be the one to unhook Eldfalls from the trailer. Ankle deep in the water you pushed on the hull to begin guiding him out.

Eddie was quick to park and return to join you in another good push and leap up to grab the hull sides to pull yourselves up to join the others. “Okay, let’s get you a good bit off the shore line, then we can try the controls.” Paddles were taken for a surprisingly amused group task of rowing the large ship through the near freezing waters. Those were set aside when the feel of the current changed. Ben from a few angles began to snap some pictures of both people inside and the view only to turn his head at the gentle hum of the engine as your hand came to rest upon the rudder control.

Like the notes inside the book Beserkers supplied for you said ever so slightly the grip was rotated and the wings on either side had the teens and Eddie chuckle in awe at their sudden jolt to flap like hummingbird wings. While meant to fly all the same at a tolerable chug along to get the hang of the grip control and some steering to maneuver around a few small waves like propellers the wings moved Eldfalls along.

“Hey!” the Human Torch overhead looped around and gave you a wave. “Looking good Pluto. Finish that sail yet?”

“Not yet,” you called back. “Water test.”

“Looks good, love the wings. Getting colder though. Don’t stay out too long.”

“We won’t,” you answered and he waved for the teens snapping pictures of him before his jet off to check on something for Reed.

A good distance from shore Eddie helped you to lift the mast so you could adorably to Ben’s amusement wiggle around the side of the opening to drop into the hull. “Any sign of water?” Eddie asked from above keeping eye on the waves in case any changed too drastically.

Around where the hole once was you went with lantern in hand filming by means of a bee in your hair the hull and not the engine so Eldfalls wouldn’t power down on you. “Not by the patch. Bit from the deck off the wings looks like.” Scans from your bees confirmed not even a tiny slow leak was being obscured from your notice and back up you leapt to pull back up so the mast could be lowered again. A sudden shift of the wind had the ship lean to the side urging the group to move to the other side out of fear to help balance the weight and tilt it back. Though when the mast was down the ship evened out forcing them to let out a collective breath.

“Feels like the wind is shifting. Best to head back in, water will start to still and freeze soon.” Near to an hour was all this trip took, by the time you turned around and got the ship pushed back onto the trailer and secured, so the cold teens could get back in the warming van to heat up again. They got to ride on a real life alien ship even if it was freezing outside so their joy was beyond compare. Same as Eldfalls who got his first run in the water which out in Norway was near to impossible as most of the waters were already frozen over and ferries took heavy motors to break ice obscuring their usual paths. At their homes they were dropped off so you could take the trailer back and order a dinner in.

Curiosity however won out and filmed by your bees a spare cracked mug you had was tossed through one of the powered up transporter rings only to shatter against the wall the beam that shot out the second was aimed at causing you and Eddie to both flinch. “Oh, that was fast.” He said and powering them down you gave it a try to adjust the settings off your notes and listened as he planned a trip to the second hand shop to buy some spare mugs the following day to continue the experiment you documented inside a new blank notebook marked for the process of making them work.

 *.*.*

 “This Brock again. He’s like her own personal reporter. Might as well have a gossip column on the life of this kid for the Bugle.” Tony muttered to himself over the morning paper he had been using in a means to put off the inevitable task of the day to check the progress of the sales of the final few of the first fleet to help said kid gain some financial momentum.

Jarvis chimed in, “The Bugle is quite favorable on mentioning locals who are accomplished. Statistically comments online have shown a favorable amount of pride for Miss Pear.”

“Don’t doubt that, just hard to bring her anywhere close without hope of this Brock guy snagging a scoop on it. Even has at least twenty in depth interviews with Misique since she got here. Not one mentioning she was a teen. Guy’s up to something skewing things to how he wants readers to see things.”

“Sir, most reporters share that technique.”

“I get that. But he’s got a stake in this.”

“He could always care for her earnestly, Sir.”

“Barely got a slam dunk in his writing career until he first talked to Misique. No way that’s just in earnest. I know reporters and they always have an angle to chase.”

 *.*.*

 “Where’d it go?” you asked yourself as a second mug simply vanished instead of landing on top of the cushioning pile of blankets and pillows to catch the mug’s fall as well as the candies you had put inside.

Curiously you made note of the vanished mug and eyed the duo of hovering rings you collected a second mug from the basket of experimental dummies to toss at one that shot right out the second. “Curious.” You muttered and made note of the early morning experiment while you readied for the first day back at school.

 *.*.*

 “You will not fail me, or I will kill them all.” The words jolted Loki out of his latest nightmare to wide eyed stare with darkly circled lids and a pale complexion almost glistening due to the beads of sweat stirred from his latest reminder of what Thanos’ crony had done to him to make him obedient. Awoken laid atop a lounge inside his private vault of a bedchamber none could enter. Here he kept the Tesseract with him, in case of another inexplicable theft as with Clint.

Familiar light similar to that of the Bifrost shone above his body to drop a mug his hand rose to grab mid air. Curiously his head tilted at the ghost shaped thing inside which ringing collisions of candies came to an end causing the lights to vanish.

Onto his side he rolled to not have to sit up so he could peer inside the mug to see the chocolate covered raisins. Between two fingers he lifted one that he simply shrugged mentally and popped it into his mouth. “Mmm, delicious,” chewing simply so he could swallow and pop another into his mouth to savor the gift he attributed to the Norns as he had no clue of who else to thank for the delectable treat that reminded him of home so far from here by means of his most treasured childhood treat.

The mug was set aside and still exhausted now with images of his mother in his head he allowed himself to sleep again in hopes of her memory to chase away his monsters he battled night and day.

 *.*.*

 “I’ve checked the settings three times, this is four mugs and about half a bag of candy now Elliot.” You said on the phone with your hopeful helping hand to right this issue having called him after school when at Eddie’s for dinner.

“Perhaps there is interference.”

“What could possibly interfere with this? Like radio waves?”

“No, it would have to be another gateway.” He said making you huff.

“All I’m hearing is me having to jump through it myself to fix this problem.”

“Unfortunately.” Elliot said making you plop to the side on your mama panda bear chair to cover your face with your hand.

“Of course. One way ticket to get stabbed or shot at, though this time alien tech level combat mode.”

“I’ll go with you,” Eddie said.

But Elliot cut him off, “Oh no, best not to risk you two being sent to different places until the matter is fixed.”

“And what if the other person doesn’t want to turn off their portal?”

“Well, then we will have to evaluate the necessity for their portal and perhaps take it by force.” He said making you grumble into your palm.

“I’m not going to wage war so I can have the only portal on this planet.”

“The interference claims otherwise. You haven’t received anything yet, have you?”

“No, just someone keeps taking my mugs, candy without sending them back.”

“Hmm, perhaps then the other party is unaware of the portal and shall make the matter easier.”

“I can’t believe we’re hoping for an ignorant person who I have to break a possible heirloom of theirs to not have this issue.” You said shaking your head, “Were there issues like this with the Bifrost?”

“Oh scores.” He said making you close your eyes. “Once there was a portal on Midgard however many races attempted to make their own and Bor had to destroy them all and declare it a fully Asgardian realm negating the need for mortals to have their own portal as they could be claimed at Bor’s will.”

“So I’m breaking Bor’s proclamation is what I just got.”

And he chuckled, “No, Odin attempted a portal of his own but there were troubles and then transport was barred as travel to Asgard was banned at the end of the war.”

“Pissing off the still living AllFather, even better.”

“Had he found fault Heimdall would have been issued to confiscate those rings. Clearly you have been granted possession of those portals by Yggdrasil and that is a right he cannot fathom the power to revoke. The great tree would simply return the rings to you. You are a gatekeeper now, who are very rarely located and highly coveted as such.”

Shaking your head you tried to ignore the thoughts of the AllFather and the great tree at war over something you had done. “If I have both rings then why do they need a guardian when I’ll be the one using them?”

“While there may be two gates, where you use them, danger is always possible, and a guardian is always required no matter if it is a link of two rings or a gateway that can reach a multitude of realms.” He drew in a breath and continued.  “Keep at the tests and as promised when you complete your sail we will send our weavers to assist in the waterproofing as the heat treat is rather simple. Everything will come into play as it should, just keep on your usual schedule. Same as always you will make sense of the rings in due time, no need to rush that, and I know you are respectfully diligent to complete your sail panels up to your standards. We will be out soon and you have our number if you get stuck.”

Pt 48

#Escaped Child Assassin #Eddie Brock #Venom #Found Family #Symbiotes #James Rhodes #Tony Stark #Jarvis #Ben Parker #Ned and MJ #Peter Parker #Water Test #The Human Torch #Johnny Storm #Loki x oc eventual #Loki #Loki x oc #Elliot Randolph #Marvel #Dr Strange #Matt Murdock #Foggy Nelson #Isaiah Bradley #Elijah Bradley #Tesseract trouble

[lokigodofaces]

Okay if Coulson was able to save an Asgardian who had just been stabbed through the heart by shoving his hand in his chest and putting pressure on the heart to stop it from bleeding until the guy's body healed itself, then Thor has no excuse for not trying to save Loki in TDW.

#srsly randolph was conscious in minutes #the rest of the wound needed to heal still (the part that coulson had shoved his hand into) but randolph was fine #& this is coming from ppl that know nothing about asgardian anatomy #thor should know some things he should have just done that #or at the very least known that loki would literally heal in minutes #it always makes me wonder if asgardian blood could do something similar to t.a.h.i.t.i. #phil coulson #elliot randolph #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. (2013 2020) #thor: the dark world (2013)

[sufferawitchrp]

⯎ SUBPLOT No. II — HOUSE OF WOLVES ⯎

TW: attempted filicide, body horror, mentions of gore, coarse language

Suspended high above an ocean of charcoal and indigo, a silver beam of light pokes a small hole through a slow-moving cloud. The moon fluttered in her place among the heavens, a cold and cruel mistress whose power — whose celestial wrath — was most profound when she was full. She gazed upon the world, a pale and unblinking eye that cast a wide net of haughty indifference upon an inferno that raged down below. 

An insatiable fire consumed the wooden skeleton of 8 Springfang Lane. The flames had started in the basement, the cool, flat stone of the unfinished floor made slick with gasoline. The fluid shimmered in the dim light of a single overhead lamp, a shallow pool of disaster waiting for the warmth of an open flame. A sudden burst of marigold and ginger illuminated the sparsely furnished room, thrusting shadows upon the grizzled face of Warg Randolph. The match sputtered between his calloused fingers, the flame flickering in the breeze of his sour breath. 

Warg was not himself; his eyes had yellowed and his fingernails had doubled in length. He studied his reflection in the shoal of gasoline, watching as something foreign and wicked rippled beneath the surface of his face. He lowered himself to his haunches in an effort to better observe the stranger who had taken up refuge inside him. “Gotta get rid of ya,” he sneered, sweeping over-long fingers across the watery image of his eyes and mouth. And then, without any hesitation, Warg dropped the burning match between his feet. His trousers caught fire and then the hem of his corduroy coat, the flames crawling up the front of his torso before seizing the wiry undergrowth of beard creeping down his neck. Warg did not scream — in fact, he didn’t make a sound as he stumbled towards the stairs and gripped the banister with what remained of his hand. Flames jumped from the singed flesh of his knuckles and onto the surrounding decor. The basement burned a magnificent orange, its colour partially dulled by a plume of noxious smoke that loomed overhead.

Warg shuffled up the stairs and through the kitchen, the ash and smoke rising from his burning shoulders as he made his way towards the front hall and slowly ascended the stairs. He paused on the top step and the charred remains of his mouth turned upward into a wilting grin; his middle child stood before him, eyes wide with abject horror. His tongue flapped inside his mouth in a desperate search for consonants and syllables as he watched the flesh slip from his father’s face like melted wax. The boy staggered backward and sucked down a deep breath before he screamed. The sound that echoed inside his mouth rivaled the approaching hiss of the blistering flames before it was cut short by the sound of multiple doors thrown wide open.

“What the fuck–!?”

“Dad..?! Dad!”

“He lit the fuckin’ house on fire!”

“Get out! Get out!”

Bare feet thumped against the carpet as a herd of young boys scrambled for an exit. One after another, they squeezed into the eldest son’s bedroom, the second oldest driving the door shut with his bare shoulder. Without a word uttered between the six of them, they crowded together in front of a window to peer down at the ground awaiting below. 

“It’s too high,” the youngest whispered.

“It’s our only option,” the eldest replied as he leaned forward. “Lewis, hurry up. You first, then Hugo, then Atticus, then Wesley, and then Elliot. It’s either that or we burn to death.” All five boys gazed upon their eldest brother and then turned their eyes towards the darkness – the sanctuary — that stood suspended before them. The door knob rattled behind them and with a look of unfettered panic, the eldest took hold of his brother and pushed him towards the window. “Now! What the hell are you waiting for!? Go! Go!” 

Lewis swung a leg through the window and shuddered, toes curling against the cool evening air. He glanced at the flames that purled beneath Samson’s door and then hurled himself into the darkness, landing with a muted thud on a bush below. He clutched his side and groaned, writhing against the pine and brambles. “Get up!” Samson shouted from above, arms belted around Hugo’s abdomen whose bare legs swung in the open breeze. “Get up, Lewis! Get up!” 

• • •

“That’ll be $67.55.” 

A pair of dark eyes skimmed the assorted items laid out on a small countertop. “Fuck. Talk about inflation. Here.” A large hand disappeared into the side pocket of a tattered leather jacket to retrieve a handful of bills before depositing them into the impatient hand of the gas station clerk while the other hooked an index finger around the plastic handle of the shopping bag. “Keep the change.” Outside, a van sat idling next to a single petrol pump with the windows rolled down and the exhaust belching one small black cloud after another. “Alright, dipshits, let’s go,” Lewis muttered, wrenching the driver’s side door open and slipping into his seat. He tossed the shopping bag behind him and rolled his eyes at the shared sound of ravenous delight that erupted from deep within Wesley, Elliot, and Atticus. 

The Randolph boys had left Vermont behind them in a blur of severed limbs and rotting viscera. Each one had been held hostage by a brilliant ribbon of moonlight, involuntarily surrendering his humanity for the flat disc of diamond-shaped pupils and sickle-shaped claws. Vermont had not been the first city that they abandoned following the presence of a full moon and it would certainly not be the last.

Hugo reclined in his seat, swung his legs up onto the dashboard, and then folded his broad arms behind his head. “Let’s cast a vote,” he quipped, watching as Lewis shifted the van into drive. “Why don’t we go north for once? Y’know, cross the border to see some wild Canadian geese and eat our weight in poutine? There’s nothing left for us here. We’ve already seen it all.” 

Samson grunted from his spot in the back, dark eyes trained on the scenery that whistled past as Lewis maneuvered the vehicle back onto the freeway. “That sounds like a lovely idea, but there’s only one problem,” he drawled, rapping his knuckles against the frosted glass of the rear window. “We don’t have any passports. We have nothing.”

A melancholy silence descended upon all the occupants in the van and remained unbroken for what remained of their journey until the vehicle rolled to a shuddering stop atop a long bed of gravel. Six pairs of nearly identical eyes peered out through the windshield and stared at the wooden structure that loomed before them. After a moment, Lewis slid out of his seat and onto the uneven ground below, neck straining as he peered up at the sloping roof of the barn house; one by one, his brothers flanked him on either side. 

“Home sweet home,” he muttered. 

Samson nodded, slinging an arm across the top of his brother’s shoulders. “Yeah. For now.” 

SPECIES SPOTLIGHT — WEREWOLVES SUMMARY — Betrayed by their father, six brothers fled their childhood home on the evening of September 28th, 2003. In the dead of night, the Randolph alpha set the house ablaze with the intention of ending his life and the lives of his children. However, his sons escaped the inferno and sought out the help of a nearby neighbour who immediately alerted the authorities. Following the death of their father and the destruction of 8 Springfang Lane, the boys were turned over to their closest living relative, but when she passed away in 2008, the Randolphs were left to fend for themselves. Then, on one fateful night in the summer of 2010, the boys experienced firsthand what their father attempted to purge from them almost a decade prior. Each heir found himself at the mercy of a supernatural and deadly transformation, and after a night of unimaginable horror, the boys took their leave, and have since abandoned every town unfortunate enough to have ever been called home. - - Randolph, 35 [first brother] - - Randolph, 34 [second brother] - - Randolph, 31 [third brother] - - Randolph, 28 [fourth brother] - - Randolph, 26 [fifth brother] - - Randolph, 25 [sixth brother ]

(*) given names have been provided for story-telling purposes.

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Left Behind

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by TheBlackKnight

It wasn't Fitz that stepped out of the containment pod, it was Will. Fitz stayed behind to keep Hive from crossing over. Now Jemma Simmons is going to get him back.

Words: 537, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Simmons makes a choice

Fandoms: Agents of SHIELD - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jemma Simmons, Melinda May, Bobbi Morse, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Will Daniels, Phil Coulson, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Hive (Marvel), Gideon Malick, Leo Fitz, Holden Radcliffe, Elliot Randolph, Lincoln Campbell

Relationships: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Bobbi Morse & Jemma Simmons, Melinda May & Jemma Simmons, Jemma Simmons & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Lincoln Campbell/Skye | Daisy Johnson

Additional Tags: BAMF Jemma Simmons, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Not Canon Compliant, Season 3, Not Phil Coulson Friendly, mama may, Big Sister Bobbi, best friend daisy

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Left Behind

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by TheBlackKnight

It wasn't Fitz that stepped out of the containment pod, it was Will. Fitz stayed behind to keep Hive from crossing over. Now Jemma Simmons is going to get him back.

Words: 537, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Simmons makes a choice

Fandoms: Agents of SHIELD - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jemma Simmons, Melinda May, Bobbi Morse, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Will Daniels, Phil Coulson, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Hive (Marvel), Gideon Malick, Leo Fitz, Holden Radcliffe, Elliot Randolph, Lincoln Campbell

Relationships: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Bobbi Morse & Jemma Simmons, Melinda May & Jemma Simmons, Jemma Simmons & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Lincoln Campbell/Skye | Daisy Johnson

Additional Tags: BAMF Jemma Simmons, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Not Canon Compliant, Season 3, Not Phil Coulson Friendly, mama may, Big Sister Bobbi, best friend daisy

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[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

I kinda wish Elliot Randolph was in the movies. Imagine abandoning your military post, hiding on earth all that time.... only to see Loki and Thor fighting on the news in New York. The man would need a drink or two.

Oh damn, I had forgotten about him! Yeah it would have been fun, I don't think he knew Thor though which could have made it interesting with him watching the news and thinking "that armour looks Asgardian... oh fuck that's Thor"