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xalygatorx · 5 months

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 4, "The Lightning & the Storm"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: The Initiative operatives regroup with Fury after losing Cora and discuss the possibility of a second, similar being in the mix. Cora asks Loki as many questions as he’ll entertain answering and starts to understand who she’s dealing with.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3k

"I thought you had this handled," Fury assumed aloud to Clint as the archer walked back into the conference room, Tony and Steve following along behind. Tony still looked irritated by the outcome of their mission; he wasn't saying much about it, which only served to illustrate just how miffed he was.

"I thought we did, too, sir," Clint noted as they all sat down at the table. "We might've if I hadn't called Thor into action; I claim full responsibility."

"So, what exactly happened?" Agent Maria Hill asked as she sat down near Director Fury, a frown on her sternly set face as she tried to understand how things had gotten so out of hand.

As requested, Clint began to explain the backfired mission's events, from when they'd spotted her on the curb, up until he'd fallen behind in their chase through the desert. Tony took over the narrative at that point, noting boredly, "While Rogers and I were on either side of her and she 'disappeared,' my systems started going berserk. Then she fell, I went to grab her, and she swung the hammer at me."

The impact of a pin could've been heard in the spacious—and now utterly silent—conference room, and the shock on Fury and Maria's faces would've been comical were it not for the severity of the situation.

"She…what?" Fury asked edgily.

"She picked up the mystical hammer and clocked me in the face," Tony murmured irritably. "No idea what happened after that."

"What did happen after that, Agent Barton?" Maria pressed.

"She vanished," Clint finished, frowning. "But I'm not sure it was of her free will."

"She doesn't seem to have a handle on her powers, it probably wasn't her choice," Steve supplied with a small shrug, glancing down the table at Clint.

"I don't mean that, I mean she skidded backward a little before she disappeared."

"She 'skidded backward'?" Fury repeated in disbelief. "You mean to imply that there's another motherfucking Houdini out there?"

Clint smirked a little, but the expression was half-hearted. "Who knows, there might be. Maybe they're just better at being inconspicuous."

"But what you're saying is," Maria began with slightly narrowed eyes, "that someone helped her escape?"

Steve took his gaze from Clint to the two SHIELD higher-ups across the table before replying, "I think what he's saying is that someone took her."

Given her abundant thirst for knowledge, Cora could only guess that it was a mixture of shock and fatigue from the stress of earlier that had kept her from tearing the warehouse apart to figure out where she was. It was reaching evening by the time she moved to her feet to scout out a switch, all after seeing the sunlight lessening from the windows high upon the concrete walls.

It felt surreal to move around in the unfamiliar space, like if she went just a little too far, the warehouse would disintegrate, and she'd be back in the desert all over again or maybe even back in her bed at her apartment in New York. However, even as that outlandish prospect came and went, Cora knew she wouldn't be so lucky that this might be a dream. She wasn't Alice and this was most certainly not Wonderland. That was punctuated by the amount of dust that collected on her fingertips just from touching one of the neglected shelves as she passed by.

Her captor of sorts had left about a half-hour ago, seeming to be glad to have a break from her questions and the amount of demand that came with them. She didn't feel badly about her persistence; the least he could do was fork over some answers. It bothered her that she didn't know who she might be helping, nor if she really had a choice. He came off as at least slightly reasonable, but she couldn't bring herself to trust that impression. After all, he wanted something from her—something he couldn't necessarily force out of her—and she'd been able to tell earlier just from the way his white hands had curled into fists even whiter with tension that his apparent tolerance was little more than a manipulative ruse.

Switching the hammer to her left hand, she pulled out her phone and used the light radiating from the screen to check her path. Despite her numerous distractions, she was still experiencing some nausea from the turnout of the day.

Superheroes. The government had sent actual superheroes, Iron Man included, after her. Did that make her a menace now? Just because she was different and not sure how best to hide that?

Her lips pressed into a thin line and she couldn't stop the combination of melancholy and anxiety that overcame her, despite subduing it quickly. Cora's eyes fell to the weapon in her hand and the symbols that riddled the surface, though she could barely make them out in the slowly consuming darkness. Trying to get her mind off SHIELD and the danger she was potentially in, she glanced over the engravings along the edges and the circular spoke on the top. They looked like runes, but nothing she'd ever seen before.

She turned her phone away from the etchings and started to open an app for Google until she gave that some thought and snorted. Yeah, good job, Cora, I'm sure you can just type these obscure symbols in for a translation. Too bad that's not how it works… However, Cora momentarily reconsidered that and figured maybe she could do a search for different types of runes in general, then match the ones on the hammer to a set that surfaced. She was keying that in when suddenly a chill prickled up her spine.

As the threat became more real to her, instinct and panic took over when she whirled around, her fist colliding with bone, causing a small grunt to issue from the receiver of her punch. Once she realized what she'd done a few seconds later, she held up the phone a little higher and the light washed over "Loki, of Asgard," lighting up his milk-hued skin and placing tiny reflective shimmers in his eyes.

His head was tilted slightly to the left and she could only infer that her fist had landed against his jaw when he reached up to touch that exact spot, his expression one of disbelief. She'd gotten landed with the pain, it seemed; her hand was positively throbbing. "Seriously?!"

"What?" he muttered, glaring at her. "You strike me and I am at fault?"

"You snuck up on me! Don't sneak up on me!" she commanded, the startled reaction his sudden appearance had elicited in her taking her vocal pitch a few notches higher. "I could've hurled this at you and really done some damage!"

"I do not 'sneak'," he retorted as if offended before staring down the sharp angle of his nose at her. She got the impression that he didn't like even the bare potential of being overpowered; then again, she didn't know anyone who did. She lowered her phone and heaved a small sigh that drew the tension from her muscles, her shoulders falling slack.

"What is that?"

"What's what?" she blinked, looking down before realizing he must've meant the phone. "It's a cell phone," Cora replied with a frown. At his blank stare, she elaborated, "It makes calls, sends messages, you can use the internet on it…?" After evaluating his still baffled expression she tilted her head and noted, "You really aren't from around here, are you?"

"No, I am not. As I stated previously, I hail from Asgard." Loki looked down at the gadget before asking, "So it is a communicative device?"

"Essentially, yes. That's right." His curiosity over something she found so commonplace was oddly endearing. "So, what's Asgard?"

"A realm separate from your own."

"And what's my realm?"

He arched a brow down at her before remembering just how obtuse certain aspects of human knowledge were. "Your realm is called Midgard." She nodded a little before he asked with some suspicion, "What were you hoping to accomplish over here, anyway?"

"I was trying to find a light-switch." He was silent for a long moment until she clarified with a featherlight, though jeering, tone, "You flip it and things go bright."

"You needn't speak to me as if I am a fool," he murmured and his tone was spitefully unappreciative again.

"I didn't say you were. Heard of sarcasm?"

He started to smirk a little, despite an effort to restrain it. "I have dabbled in such a practice, yes."

"Somehow I think you've more than just 'dabbled' in it. Looks like we found some common ground, 'Loki, of Asgard'," she smiled as she continued to look for a switch on the walls. "Speaking of which, as an Asgardian, you wouldn't happen to have night vision, would you?"

"Not exactly," he replied, but she noticed him move his hand and turned just in time to see a lit torch spiral out of thin air in his hand. "Ah, do not touch or the illusion will fade." His tone was surprisingly relaxed as he spoke of the illusory magic, though Cora was too intrigued by the trick to notice the change. She withdrew her hand and nodded for him to lead, putting away her phone so she didn't kill the battery.

"Can everyone from Asgard do things like this?" she asked curiously as she walked alongside him.

He shook his head. "No. Just myself and my…and the Queen."

"Interesting," Cora murmured thoughtfully, squinting at the torch to try and find some sort of break in its realism. Her eyes shifted to the hammer after she gave up. "What do these markings mean?"

Loki glanced toward the head of the hammer before seeming to reluctantly divulge, "It's Mjolnir's creed."

"Is that a person?" she inquired uncertainly.

"No, Mjolnir is the hammer."

"Oh." Cora looked down a bit sheepishly. "So, it's a prophecy? Kind of?"

"In a way."

"But what does it say?" she ventured to ask, holding it out a little so he could get a look at it.

However, he didn't even glance at the hammer before reciting a phrase he seemed to know quite well: "He who wields this hammer commands the lightning and the storm."

She raised a brow. "Is this well-known in Asgard?"

"It is," he said quietly, his features twisted by something that may have been hatred. "It is a considerable weapon of equally considerable power. You have not even begun to skim the surface of its abilities."

"What else can it do?" Cora asked, looking down at the mighty hammer with renewed interest.

"It may command the storm," Loki repeated bluntly, earning a short glare from Cora before he answered more seriously, "You've already explored its concentration of strength. Should it leave the hand of its wielder, it may be recalled."

Cora raised a brow and asked, "Then why hasn't its owner taken it back from me?"

The man in green and black thought that over a moment before admitting, "Its loyalty may be torn. Because it rests in a hand it proclaims worthy, it may feel little need to go to another just yet."

"Then I'm keeping it from being recalled?"

Loki smirked and gave a short, dark chuckle. "I daresay you are. Oh, to see my brother's face as he fails to bring back his trusted crutch…"

"This is your brother's?" she asked in surprise.

Loki seemed to tense, his smile fading into a grimace of distaste. "It belongs to the fool I once called my brother, though he is not…"

Cora could sense some conflict there, so she sidestepped it for the moment, trying to work through this sporadic conversation in such a way that she'd get its entire worth of information. "So, why can't you use it?"

Loki's dark eyes, flickering a little from either the fire or the magic he was using to conjure it, turned down upon the hammer before he sneered, "It does not deem me suitable."

Cora got the feeling as he answered her that their talk-time was wearing thin. She fell quiet and looked down at the hammer with consideration, mulling over his translation in her head. She was honestly shocked she'd gotten him to answer any of her questions, but then…

She looked up at Loki and asked warily, "One more question: why are you answering my questions?"

"We are presumably on the same side, are we not?" he asked coolly, no longer meeting her gaze. "I can spare a few insignificant answers for your entertainment, I suppose, while this…alliance lasts." In his head, he corrected his word choice to "allegiance." A mortal was not on the same level as him, not even close. No matter how strange a mortal she was.

Cora thought about that. Was she on his side? She wasn't even sure what his side was. And what would happen after she'd given him the aid he was hoping for? "I'm still not sure what you need my help with."

"Claiming my rightful place in Asgard. As its king."

Her eyes widened significantly. "King?" He looked at her thoughtfully; her lack of knowledge of Asgard and what had taken place there—particularly recently—was oddly refreshing. No Asgardian would accept him as a ruler because they were predisposed to Odin and Thor, no matter their own faults. He saw a clean slate in her gaze, waiting to be written upon. "But if you're the rightful king, why do you need me?"

"I don't need you. I said—"

"You know what I meant," she muttered a little irritably as she started to reach toward a panel on the wall, only to realize it was for a garage door or another similar mechanism. Still, she took note of where it was.

Loki's brows rose at that, but he explained vaguely, "There are some issues with lineage."

"Your brother?"

"He is not my brother," he growled down at her and Cora frowned back disapprovingly. He gave pause at seeing this, having seen a similar expression on his mother's face numerous times before. All the pain and anger of his discoveries in Asgard were still raw, but the memory was enough for him to recompose himself for the time being and civilly say, "His father wants him to be king in my place."

"Why should you be king instead of him?" she inquired, idly turning the hammer over in her hands.

"I am more fit to rule. He is the epitome of brutish behavior and thoughtless strength; that has not changed since his banishment."

Cora's eyes narrowed, "He was banished and he's still going to be king? What'd he do?"

"Acted like a brute," Loki stated as if it were obvious.

"By whose standards?"

"Mine and his father's."

"Are you adopted?"

Loki blinked and gave a reflexive, "What?"

"You slipped earlier and called this other guy, the one who's next in line to be king, your brother. But you refer to this other man, who I'm assuming is king right now, as his father. So, are you adopted?"

"I was misled by the King," Loki murmured coldly. "I was made to believe that I was a part of their family, that I was their equal, when I was no more than a consolation prize taken out of pity and politics."

"What would—"

The Asgardian prince interrupted her with an exasperated sigh before noting, "Need I remind you that you said 'one more question' approximately twenty questions ago?"

"More like six," Cora replied defensively, wrinkling her nose at him. "This is all new to me." He didn't have much to say to that and another inquiry sparked in her mind. "If—hold on, what's your not-brother's name?"

Loki squinted at her before murmuring, "Thor."

"Well, if Thor's been banished and deemed unfit to rule, why isn't your not-father placing you on the throne?"

Her terminology was oddly comical, but he replied with a bitter smirk, "I am not worthy in his eyes. Thor was always the favorite… Now I know it was because he is the sole legitimate heir."

"But you're still Asgardian. And a part of the royal family. Isn't that enough?"

He shook his head. "Not quite."

"Not quite, what?"

"That's enough, mortal," he murmured with a tone of finality, though a bit wearily, scratching at his left hand.

Cora sighed, but backed off, toying with Mjolnir. "So…where did you go earlier?"

Loki gave her a look so exasperated, she may have laughed were it not for her surprisingly dire situation. She had a feeling she was still in a bit of shock, repeatedly forgetting that a government agency was after her and this apparently alien king wanted her to help him put a foreign land under his thumb. "Out."

"C'mon, King Loki, of Asgard," she teased lightly, a smirk on her lips. "I'm pretty sure before I agree to help you—and I know I have to agree because this thing isn't going to move itself—I'm going to have to trust you a little."

He seemed to be warring with himself over this, but exhaled slowly with a roll of his eyes. "There is a power source here I am interested in using to my advantage. I have been checking on it."

Cora nodded and closed the interrogation for the time being, looking at the leather-wrapped handle of the hammer with undying interest. Loki's eyes moved back to her briefly when she finally found her light-switch before he shook his head at himself and how this impulsive detour was turning out. He also began to wonder who was really in charge here.

Back at headquarters, after extensive deliberation, Tony, Steve, and Clint all filed out of the conference room, leaving Agent Hill and Director Fury alone at the table. Fury wore a decidedly grim expression and Maria noticed when she glanced over, asking, "So, now what do we do?"

"I don't know," Fury sighed as he stood up, looking none too thrilled. "But Big Brother isn't going to like this."

Next chapter: Chapter 5, Matters of Change

#loki laufeyson #loki x fem!oc #loki x oc #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #thor odinson #thor movies #thor the dark world #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #angst with a happy ending #slow burn

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drowsystarlight · 1 year

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In regards to your headcannons list:

Sam Yao 16

HIII THANKS FOR SENDING AN ASK ehem okay here goes (this got long sorry)

16. Dark secrets/‘skeletons in the closet’

I have 4 things I think of in here so I’ll expand them >:) Some zrs2 and zr5k spoilers!

1. Sam gets attached to Runner Five because of his ties to the old Runner Five, Alice Dempsey. I feel like it starts like that at least. But the seasons and missions in it stretch out for months, so by the time the middle of s2 swings around I feel like Sam has worked that out (specially before the Little Lies mission in the s2 finale—his anger feels different there because it somehow really feels like it’s reserved for love and protectiveness of OUR Runner Five, and not just their number.) Don’t get me wrong though, he’s not the type to take rebounds and other people as replacement for his loss, and in zr5k i know he takes the time to heal and grieve (it’s heavily implied in there lol)—but Sam is a really emotionally driven character and I feel like him feeling affection for our runner five will be overshadowed by him losing Alice.

He’s also the type to not notice this until someone points it out. After that, he’ll think about it a lot. He won’t tell ANYBODY though. Not even whoever points it out for him (I’m thinking Maxine). He won’t elaborate and he’d rather fix it on his own instead of asking someone else and sounding like a fucking asshole since there’s really no nice way to say Hey, I think I’m starting to like this person but I keep seeing my ex in them bc of their designation so what do i do?

2. Feelings. Really deep feelings. I guess it’s not really dark but I think Sam would also hold off on telling Runner Five what he feels as long as he thinks he’s only infatuated because of Alice. Even after that—he takes a long time to show the mere tip of its iceberg. In my personal headcanon of events, Sam gets an inkling of “oh shit maybe I do like Runner Five and this isn’t just a silly infatuation anymore” when they get kidnapped in the Tightrope mission in s2. The Athena mission was honestly a shit end of that little arc bc the tone is ODD and Sam threw a fit in A Voice in the Dark but he’s knitting all chill and cool after they got tortured by Van Ark?? LMAO?? Also I was told the knitting is a reference to Odysseus’s wife waiting for him to come home and I’m just here like Hahaha s2s are you Saying he is the malewife YOU AINT SLICK

Anyway. That. And then he gets the scare of his life in the s2 finale when Sara is revealed to be the traitor—like, you can HEAR him sound so angry but also so so worried. He’d been friends with Eight longer than he knew Runner Five so Sam is well-versed with what Sara is capable of. He’d also seen it in the moments prior to this event. I personally think that when Sara cut him off of comms, his brain just went wild with worst case scenarios (haha here’s a song that makes me think of this) and it’s when he gets this dawning realization that he DOES have feelings. It’s real and oh so horrifying because it’s not that Sam doesn’t want to lose them, it’s that he can’t. He can’t afford to. Because god knows he’s hanging on a thin thread and if he loses another person he loves, he doesn’t know if he can keep going.

But he can’t say that for a million reasons; he can’t let Five know he depends on them that much, can’t let anyone know he originally started feeling this way because of their number, can’t let anyone know he’s not as optimistic and strong as he likes to seem. Apart from his affection for Runner Five, Sam keeps most of his emotions hidden under wraps because there’s rly no time to feel things in the apocalypse. I think he’d lie about it even if his actions and words betray him all the time. He doesn’t want to be seen as soft either and has somehow fooled himself into thinking that not outwardly showing his feelings equates to bravery or strength.

3. He feels alive as a Radio Operator and feels useless otherwise. I know he mentions this in AVITD but I wanted to expand on it! Sam forces himself to operate in the comms shack even when he was sick (this was a side mission in s2) and I think it’s because he sees this as his only purpose. Y’know how people say Everyone in Abel pulls their weight? And how some runners probably resent radio operators because of how they’re guiding them in safety while runners are out endanger their lives in the field? Yyyyeah. This guy probably overworks just to prove he’s pulling his own weight.

Basically; that thing that Sara said about feeling the most alive when running away from zombies, and that’s probably horrible or something? I think Sam is like that too, as a Radio Operator. He feels pride and confidence when his runners get home safely. He feels euphoric when he manages to help them evade a horde or an obstacle. And when he fucks up, he takes it twice as hard because it proves that he sucks at his job and isn’t doing enough. But he’s also afraid that if anyone knew that he feels this—like he said to Runner Five, that he loves what he does—everyone would think he’s a psychopath playing video game dolls with real people’s lives whatsoever and likes it.

4. Lastly, he would kill if it meant he could keep his loved ones safe. Sam is generally a kind-hearted person but he goes ruthless and CRUEL when it comes to people who betray his own. Y’all remember Ephraim? Yeah? He told Eight and Five to dump his ass to die since he betrayed them before. He was especially fucking cruel to Nadia for trying to kill Five. Yeah. I deadass think this guy would stab someone a billion times if it means his friends would make it. And catch this; the someone also includes himself.

#zombies run #zr sam yao #runner five #5am ish #ask games #neeks inbox #asks answered #mentally ill sam yao rights #aha #ok these r probably bitch basic but idc i like it #zrs2 spoilers #zr5k spoilers

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malereadershortsworld · 1 year

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Hi ⚡︎

Masterlist

Hi guys! I’m here to bring a smile to your face and write down all the cute (or sexy 😭) scenarios in your head. I will only be doing male reader and male characters! Don’t be scared to request I'll love to hear from you all. This will be like a gif series of sorts so pls don’t except full on essays (some will still be long, however). If you want to request a show and you don’t see it on here still try to request it! Unless its anime.

⇣ What do I write for? ⇣

Cobra Kai : Miguel Diaz, Robby Keene, Eli Moskowitz, Demetri

Wolf Pack : Everett, Harlan, Austin, Conner, Cyrus

Marvel : Peter Parker, Thor, Deadpool, Shang-Chi

Stranger things : Steve Harrington, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Johnathan Byer, Lucas Sinclair

Legacies : Mg, Ethan, Landon, Jed, Ryan Clarke

Julie and the Phantoms : Like Patterson, Alex, Reggie

Alice in Borderland : Arisu

Titans : Dick, Gar

Descendants : Jay, Ben, Hook

Euphoria : Nate Jacobs, Chris McKay, Elliot

911 : Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz

Teen Wolf : Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Theo Reaken

Lab Rats : Chase Davenport, Adam Davenport

Ginny and Georgia: Marcus Baker, Zion Miller

You : Joe Goldberg

Young Royals : Wilhelm,Simon, August

13 Reasons Why : Justin Foley, Clay Jensen, Zach Dempsey

Gossip Girl (reboot) : Otto, Akeno, Max Wolfe

The babysitter : Cole, Max, John

Outer Banks : Pope, JJ, John B, Rafe

Shameless : Carl Gallagher

The Chilling Adventure of Sabrina : Nicholas Scratch, Harvey

Riverdale : Jughead, Archie, Reggie

On My Block : Ruby Martínez, Cèsar Díaz, Jamal Turner, Oscar Díaz

Bullet Train : Ladybug, Tangerine, Lemon

The order : Jack Morton, Randall Carpio, Hamlisch Duke

Elite : Samuel Garcia, Patrick Blanco, Phillipe, Ander Muñoz, Guzman, Iván, Joel

Love, Victor : Felix, Victor Salazar, Andrew

Flash : Barry

Scream 6 : Chad, Ethan

The Legends of tomorrow : Nathan Haywood, Behrad Tarazi

One piece (live action) : Sonji, Zoro, Luffy, Usopp

To check out specific gif shorts of a show, click the # that’ll say the show name and short! ( Example : cobrakaishort , euphoriashort, etc. and it’ll be in the hashtags at the end!) It’ll send you to all the shorts made about that show by me.

ALSO I DO HEAD CANNONS AND U CAN REQUEST

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What don’t I write?☠︎

I don’t write for anime (I don’t watch it sorry 😭)

Incest, rape, furry content, mpreg

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tylersocaskblog · 4 months

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Tyler’s OC ask blog!

Who is askable?

Core four:

1. Laurence Miller (he/they)

Age: 16

Birthday: December 25, 2002

2. Calvin Victor (he/him)

Age: 15

Birthday: May 1, 2003

3. Tyler Johnson (he/him)

Age: 15

Birthday: June 19, 2003

4. Felix Jasper (he/him)

Age: 14

Birthday: Febuary 14 13(??)

(He time travelled to 2018 when he was 14, same goes for Chester, Ron, Gladwin and Humphery besides the age part, they are all their respected ages.)

The medievals:

5. Chester Jasper (he/it)

Age: 23

Birthday: March 29, 13(??)

6. Ron Freeman (they/he)

Age: 27

Birthday: September 1, 13(??)

7. Humphery Teavee (he/him)

Age: 37

Birthday: March 30, 13(??)

8. Gladwin Dempsey (he/him)

Age: 29

Birthday: July 17, 13(??)

Oscar’s group (i need a better name)

9. Carlos Carvana (he/she)

Age: 17

Birthday: August 24, 2001

10. Oscar Fiddle/Victor (he/they)

Age: 18

Birthday: Febuary 29, 2000

11. Philip Fiddle (he/him)

Age: 16

Birthday: April 10, 2002

12. Hunter Blount (he/it/xim)

Age: 17

Birthday: October 29, 2001

13. Xaiver Blount (he/they)

Age: 17

Birthday: October 29, 2001

14. Sir Stars (they/them)

Age: unknown

Birthday: unkown

15. Florence (piece of Sir Stars)

Age: 6 (stopped aging)

Birthday: December 25, 2002

16. Lelix (piece of Sir Stars)

Age: 4 (stopped aging)

Birthday: Febuary 14, 13(??)

Accessories (its only one cuz… the rest arent available yet)

17. Yun // Tyler’s top hat (it/he)

Age: unknown

Birthday: October 13, 1905

Extra

18. Void Foroune (he/she)

Age: 31

Birthday: November 9, 13(??)

19. Zander Lyinx (he/they/it)

Age: 62

Birthday: November 30, 1956

20. Zayn Lyinx (he/it/meow/blood)

Age: 26

Birthday: January 31, 1992

21. Luna Miller (she/her)

Age: 11

Birthday: June 15, 2007

22. Dylan Daniel (He/him)

Age: 17

Birthday: September 12, 2001

Fairytail characters that I’ve adapted due to my play

23. Pinocchio (he/him)

Age: 16

Birthday: January 22, 2002

24. The Gingerbread man (he/him)

Age: 17

Birthday: August 3, 2001

Mysterious

25. Jestle(?) (he/they/it)

Age: 19

Birthday: Febuary 14 13(??)

Notes:

I would prefer some serious questions every now and then, no hugs either cuz that kinda slightly counts as free fanart to me and I don’t have time for that stuff… however you can do sillyness too!!

Mary (she/her) is also available for asks I just forgot to add her to the bunch🤷‍♂️. Her husband Joesph is too, when they answer it will be to the time they were alive.

Certain asks, especially if specified will be in the future.

Example of one I’ve answered already like when I first got it:

“Felix why did you forgive Dylan😱”

I made this one be in the future because that event didnt happen yet.

There can be NSFW jokes but like,, no straight up dirtyness like most of my characters are minors so adult humour is aloud but like no… yknow i already said it above.

You can ask questions to me to but you have to say like ‘To you’ or ‘To creator’ or ‘To author’ etc. (Canonically Xavier has more of my personality like a self insert kind of thing, but he won’t know about the lore or nothing so don’t ask him that stuff)

You can about their sexualities and stuff, since I cant find a way to make it look good in the list😭

Families:

Calvin, Oscar and Philip are the children of Chloe Victor. Oscar and Philip are adopted. Their father is not in their life.

Laurence and Luna are brother and sister, the children of Beaux (orginally known as Waverly) and Roselyn (orginally known as Xin). Their parents are deceased. Florence is a fragment of certain memories from Laurence.

Hunter and Xavier are twins, Hunter is an hour older. The two have an older brother Milo, who is in his 20’s and a younger brother Alexander who is 6. They have parents that love and care for them, but they have no further character.

Felix has an older brother, Chester and two older sisters, Amelia and Alice who are also twins. Their mother is Mary and the father is Joesph. Felix and Chester are the only living family. Felix sees Humphery and Gladwin as his ‘gaurdians’ now and he’s been adopted by them, they do not call themselves parents as they consider that as being in a relationship together and they are not. Lelix is a fragment of certain memories from Felix.

Zayn is the son of Zander, the mother has passed away. Zayn is also an only child, but would like to have a son or daughter in the near future; perhaps by adoption.

Jestle’s family is deceased.

Relationships

Calvin and Tyler are childhood friends, together they found Laurence in 2012. Calvin and Laurence clicked while day by day Tyler got excluded. They are all still friends, Tyler is firm on not telling them he feels left out.

Calvin has a crush on Laurence despite strongly believing he doesn’t like men. He thinks its friendship he feels but deep inside, he wants love. Laurence gets frustrated with Calvin not being self aware, but still adores the man for his dumb things, cute things, many things.

Felix and Tyler began to date in 2018, just before the main story begins. The two love eachother dearly and are the sweetest, lovey-dovey pair.

Laurence and Tyler have an odd friendship, Laurence will often interupt Tyler with a ‘Shh!’ but will talk to him after school (…sometimes) but he does care for Tyler. Tyler thinks Laurence hates him, so he tries so keep him happy.

Chester and Ron’s relationship isn’t really shown, but they met once time travelled and began to date about a month later. They’re very respectful to each other and always make sure they both have equal attention. They’ve tried poly’s before but most of the time the other person favours one and gives the other less attention, so they’ve stopped doing poly relationships all together.

Chester and Felix’s relationship really depends on the time. At first when they were kids they were loving brothers who would always play together, then Mary stabbed Chester and Felix witnessed it, he was confident that his brother was dead as he ran away. Void came and took away his memories of the event (so basically he only knows his brother is dead and his mother is bad but that is all he knows.) it made his earlier memories a little fuzzier too but they are still there. He runs into the sirs, blah blah blah, Chester later comes to the castle Felix is at then hides in the basement for a while. His mom comes in, Chester tries to hypnotize her with his magic but she pulls out a mirror, making his hypnosis bounce back at him. (If you read the backstory on wattpad this is much easier to understand). By the time Felix is 14 and Chester is 23 the main events play. At this point Chester keeps claiming he’s Felix’s brother but he’s acting so unlike himself that Felix doesn’t believe him (he also thinks he’s dead too) and every time Chester claims it the more frustrated Felix gets with it. Later Chester is put into a cellar after he kills his mother and he visits him sometimes as the hypnosis has went off of him at that point and eventually the two reconcile and realize they are brothers and have an emotional scene together. Once theyre time travelled Felix lives with the sirs, but goes to Chester’s house often after school.

Felix and the Sirs are also a complicated trio, Felix looks up to both of them and sees Humphery as more like a father figure while he’s more scared of Gladwin. Gladwin really hates Felix but… has his moments. Very rare ones though. While Humphery and Felix have more of a connection, Humphery understands Felix and is more willing to believe him when it comes down to things, though he’s more caring he somewhat tried to hide it but it’s easier to get him to break or to get him to care. He finds Felix somewhat annoying but y’know… who doesn’t (/j).

Thats all the relationships I’ll be doing, its like a lot of writing sorry gamers.

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kelzebub · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Zombies Run! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Alice Dempsey/Sam Yao Characters: Sam Yao, Alice Dempsey Series: Part 7 of Pain and Abel Summary:

Hastily written scene of Alice's death, written after VR14: Death Wish. No spoilers though, at least I don't think so, except for Jolly Alpha Five Niner and I guess the 5K trainer?

Becca - don't be mad at me for this one!

#sam yao #alice dempsey #zombies run

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rogue-bard · 11 months

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Did I just find a Zombies Run continuity error or are Alice Dempsey Runner 5 and Sergeant Alice(/Ellis?) Runner 5 two different people?

Because in the flashback at the end of season 3, Sam introduces assigning numbers to the runners, and Alice/Ellis(?) is the first number 5.

In the very first episode, you take down Zombie Alice Dempsey, and in the 5k season, you retrieve her headset that she had just recently lost when she was zombiefied. That would mean you're her direct successor.

In... idk, some episode where Nadia is picking on Sam iirc, Sam confesses that he keeps loosing Runners (unlike Nadia), and he says "you're not my second Runner 5, you're my third".

I am confused with all these names that sound like "Alice".

#zombies run #runner 5

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Season 10, Mission 3: Another Invented Disease

Quoth the Raven

[water swirls]

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: “In the glare of the day, there is little poetry about Venice. But under the charitable moon, her stained palaces are white again.” I see now that Mark Twain was quite correct. A moonlit gondola ride across the Venice Lagoon has always been a dream of mine. My wife and I booked tickets only two months before the gray apocalypse. We never took that trip.

FRANCES DEMPSY: [gasps] Quinzi, stop rowing! I can hear a patrol boat.

[boat motor rumbles]

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: I believe we remain unobserved. Quinzi, you may resume your labor at the oar. We’re close now. I see the [?] of the Grand Canal.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: We got through because they’re looking in, not out. They’re only worried about stopping people leaving. They don’t think anyone would be mental enough to try to sneak into a plague city.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Indeed. We’re most lucky.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Is luck the right word?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Fortuna has favored us in one regard, at least. After months of fruitless searching, we have a lead to Runner Five’s location at last. And with Quinzi as our local guide, our visit should be brief.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: I wish we could do it all by gondola. People said they’ve got the zombie situation in Venice under control, but that could mean anything. And do we even know what this plague is?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Only that it’s almost invariably fatal. But the aquatic route isn’t possible, I’m afraid. In days past, the canals of Venice were home to a profusion rats. Today, it’s the restless dead who clog the waters.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: There, Quinzi. There’s a dock at the base of the stairs. [gondola bumps against dock, canal water splashes] Throw me the rope!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Careful! Frances, Quinzi, the steps are slimed with weed.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Don’t worry, I never slip. Alice always said I was like a goat. At least, I think that’s what she meant. She might have just been telling me I needed deodorant.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Lead the way, Quinzi. The one we seek is at the far end of the canal. The mysterious Raven nests in the Giardini Reali, the Royal Gardens. We’re in Venice, a plague city ruled by unknown powers. I believe we should make haste.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: This place is labyrinthine. We’d be lost without the map your band of thieves supplied, Quinzi.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: You call yourself the Magpies, right, Quin? Why does everyone in Venice name themselves after birds? And how do we know we can trust this Raven person? The message came through like, five different people before it reached us, and no one even agrees who the Raven is.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Indeed. A shoe seller in Istanbul was quite certain the Raven is a man of indeterminate but enormous age. An immortal, older than the city of Venice itself. A [?] assassin described a girl of twelve, a killer like himself, the most deadly of them all.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: That’s not ominous.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: They say the plague began with the Raven. Its first victim appeared the day after the arrival of that ill-omened bird. Of course, people have always blamed outsiders for their misfortune. And Venice has a shameful history in that regard. Did you know that the word ghetto had its origins here? It was the area of the city the government forced its Jewish inhabitants to live.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Yeah, we did the Merchant of Venice in school. Antonio was a dick.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: My feelings entirely. And I can tell by your face, Quinzi, that you feel the same.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: I don’t like it here. There’s something... wrong with this place.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: It’s sinking. The waters always clamored to reclaim it, and the apocalypse has hastened the process.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: It’s more than that. It’s the way the paint’s all flaking off the walls. The buildings are beautiful, but the stonework’s crumbling. It looks, I don’t know, decaying? Like it died a long time ago.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: But someone yet lives here. Two factions patrol the streets of Venice, keeping an uneasy peace, one by day and one by night. Neither is our friend. The Raven advised us to travel in that liminal time when powers change hands and Venice has no true master. Our window of opportunity is brief.

FRANCES DEMSPEY: You know the route the Raven sent us, don’t you, Quinzi? Let’s run.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Oh, we’re back at the Grand Canal. I’ve got totally turned around. I think I can see... Up ahead, that covered bridge. Is that...?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: The Rialto. It houses stone shops within its arches. Venice was a city built on commerce, and so it remains. Trade is the lifeblood of this place and the reason so many still make their home here.

FRANCES DEMSPEY: But who’s in charge? You said two factions.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: They are but parasites on the body politic! The gondoliers and their poisons roam during the day, while the Mala del Brenta patrol at night. Once, the Mala were a mere mafia. Now they’re said to traffic in far worse than drugs. But as for who rules? Venice has changed hands a dozen times since the apocalypse. Rumors are the King of Zagreb ran it at one time. The French warlord Jacques Le Renard claimed dominion for a year and two days. Now? Perhaps the city belongs only to itself.

GONDOLIER: Knives for sale, [?]. Knives, knives for sale!

FRANCES DEMSPEY: The gondola! I guess the changeover hasn’t happened yet. Quick, under this bridge. Hide in the shadows.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: There are three women in that boat. One to row, one to cry their wares, the third has a knife! She’s using it to sever the hands.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: The hands!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Grasping for the boat out of the water. Bloated and white in death, the flesh half-peeled away. The dead seeking company in their watery grave.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Glad we didn’t try to row in. Look, the boat’s tying up. They’re getting out.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: The time of the gondoliers draws to a close, and the hour of the Mala approaches. We must hurry!

FRANCES DEMPSY: It’s so silent. I know there are people living here. Up there, see? Eyes watching us from the window. But there’s no one on the streets.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: We’ve traveled broadly, you and I, in our quest for Five. A sighting in Budapest that was nothing but smoke and mirrors. A trail running through the warring cantons of the Alps. Helpless people pulled from danger by a nameless benefactor. No trace of them remained. We’ve visited pirate archipelagos and a warlord’s palace, but Venice is more dangerous than all of them.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: I heard Amelia the last time you spoke to her. She sounded really worried, for Amelia. Actually, not even just for Amelia.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: She’s followed many fruitless leads in the search for Five, made many painful deals for information that proved of little value.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: We’ve all tried so hard for nothing. If we need to take risks to finally get an answer, I don’t care. It’s worth it. [flies buzz] Ugh, that’s horrible! Quinzi, watch out. There’s a pile of corpses in the middle of the road. They’ve just been... thrown there, like chucking out the rubbish!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Only recently deceased. Their skin is covered in lumps, buboes.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Buboes? Like... Bubonic plague?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: More yellow in color, with a curious purple marking in their center. It’s almost like a letter.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Don’t get too close. Could infect you. [distant shout] Where did that come from?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: One of the arms in that pile of corpses is twitching. A leg is kicking out.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Are they zombies, or... God. People just left them here to die?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: We cannot stay to find the answer. Quinzi, lead on!

[bell rings]

BELL RINGER: Portate fuori i vostri morti!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: The bell-ringer and his companions are entering a crumbling palazzo, no doubt to collect the bodies of more unfortunates. From the charnel smell, I believe that’s their wagon up ahead.

FRANCES DEMSPEY: Ugh, it’s full of decapitated heads. They’re still alive! I mean, dead-alive. Their teeth are snapping.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Lacking their spines, they shouldn’t be capable of movement.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: V-types do that, though. You have to disassemble them into basically atoms before they stop moving. But there shouldn’t be any V-types outside the UK.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Perhaps the plague creates them.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: That’s... That’s a really bad thought. I can see people on the other side of the canal. I think they’re having dinner. There’s a white tablecloth and candles and everything. Who does that on the side of a canal full of corpses?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Italians.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: It’s my fault, you know. Five being missing, everyone being captured. It’s all my fault.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: I hardly think that’s true.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: They told me not to come. They never wanted me on the mission to Tunisia. They knew I’d be a liability, but I wanted to be part of the team. [sighs] I wanted to be as valuable to them as Alice was. And because I was there, it all went wrong! I’m a jinx.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: I believe in many things, Frances. I believe our spirit survives us after our death, and that a higher power guides the turning of the ages. But I will never believe that an innocent young woman, acting from love and with courage, is responsible for so much ill luck. No. There is some other force working against us, some malevolence that hasn’t yet shown its face.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: What if it is the Raven?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Then we’ve made a very serious mistake. Alas, we have no choice but to see it to its end. There, do you see? On the balcony of that half-destroyed house, figure in feathered carnival masks watching us. They are the Mala. We’re on their territory, uninvited. If they catch us, they will kill us.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: I can hear them following us, but I can’t see them. [distant shouts] Oh God, what’s that?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: The Mala’s hunting call, or...

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Or what?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Another variant of the undead, perhaps unique to these shores. Who knows what strange and terrible forms the virus may have taken in such a place as this?

FRANCES DEMSPEY: I can smell them, I think. It’s not like normal zom smell. It’s almost... Sweet?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: There are many mysteries to unravel here. Our challenge is to live to unravel them.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: What are you even doing here, Mo? You could have put me on a boat back to England and gone home to your wife. This isn’t your fight.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: I made a promise to Miss Spens that I’d see her people safe. My word is my bond. No true currency remains in this world except that.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: You’re a good man, Mo.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: One could ask for no higher praise!

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Look, over there, past the narrow marble bridge. Is that someone wearing a bird mask? The Raven, it must be!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: A plague doctor’s mask, of course!

FRANCES DEMPSEY: They’re pointing left. What does it mean?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Ah! Ah, a narrow alley between buildings, hidden in shadow. We would have run straight past it! I believe the Raven means for us to take it!

FRANCES DEMPSEY: What if it’s a trap? What if it leads us straight to the Mala? Maybe that was the whole point of bringing us here.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: We have quite literally no other option. Follow our masked friend’s directions. Quinzi, run!

FRANCES DEMPSEY: There, at the end of the street. The person in the plague mask, the Raven. They’re waiting for us the other side of the bridge. They’re beckoning. But we’ve got the Mala or the zombies or whatever they are right behind us.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Ah, no! I understand now. The bridge is wooden, do you see? And there is some sort of mechanism. I believe it’s a drawbridge. We merely have to make it across and our safety is ensured. It appears the Raven was indeed attempting to aid us. It’s a balm to the soul to find such an honor in this fallen world.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Come on, Quinzi! Last burst of speed. We did it! We’re safe.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Not until we raise the drawbridge. Quinzi, you could take the other side.

[drawbridge mechanism clanks]

FRANCES DEMPSEY: That’s creepy. The sound just... Stopped. Are they really gone?

THE RAVEN: The hunt’s over. They won’t bother me here. We have, uh... An understanding.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Is that...? No, it can’t be!

THE RAVEN: Oh, let me take this damn thing off. Oh, I can hardly breathe up here! [sighs] It’s so good to see you, Frances!

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Maxine!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Our missing doctor. We have come here in search of one lost companion, and found quite another.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: How did you get here, and what are you doing? Do you really know where Five is? Do you know how to rescue the others?

MAXINE MYERS: One question at a time, please! I don’t know it all, Frances, but I have found out a few things. Venice may be a hellhole, but a lot of information finds its way here. There is so much for me to tell you, and so much for us to do.

#zombies run #zrs10 #s10m3 #another invented disease #zr transcript #zrs10 spoilers

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