#then get stuck and then i close the doc and resist the urge to cry bc i know im probably never gonna finish half of these new drafts

[izzy-b-hands]

Attempting to organise the our flag characters into levels for that complete cast challenge thing bc surely attempting this challenge on hard mode with a huge cast will help my writer's block/s

and checking imdb for all of it and just....there's a guy on here for a character named Dax, and it went uncredited and i'm just sat here like. Whomst in the fuck was Dax and where was he. How in the fuck am I gonna write for this guy and the huge list of other extras when I can't even place the fucking scene some of them were in. Like, some like Abshir I remember of course but others im just. fuckin' patrick looking under his rock like 'whomst the fuck are y'all????' I know I probably saw y'all but had no idea this is who you were meant to be playing and-

I make good decisions lmao

[maplekzh]

reunion

nami x gn!reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: nsfw, 18+ only please

… heyyyyy.. long time no fic lol. this has been sitting in my google docs since january and i kept getting stuck, so idk how to feel abt this one. hoping i have more time to write since i’m done with school for the next year :) let me know how u guys like this one, i always love feedback :)

idea suggested by @purplegemadventures !! hope u like it :)

you really should have expected by now that your journey as a member of the strawhat pirates would not be anything like you ever could have imagined.

after finally reuniting with almost all of the crew on the phantom island of zou and learning of the events that had transpired in your absence, the exhaustion finally begins to seep into your limbs. you trudge up the stairs to where nami, who you’d barely gotten a chance to talk to in the midst of the chaos, had been staying while waiting for your group to arrive on the island. a heavy silence envelopes the two of you as the heavy wooden door creaks shut, the lock clicking behind you a moment later.

her pretty orange tresses sway in time with her hips as she makes her way to the bed, avoiding eye contact as she sits on the sheets facing you. even from your place by the door her trembling lips and glassy eyes are clearly visible, long and manicured fingers curled into tight fists against the rich purple fabric adorning her body. you resist the urge to tackle her in a loving embrace, the unshed tears threatening to rip a hole straight through your chest.

“i was so…” the pearls draped around her body clack together as she hides her face in her hands, palms desperately trying to hide her sniffles, “so worried about you!”

tears begin to slide down her cheeks, wet eyes finally meeting yours as a heartbreaking sob rips from her chest. a large breath of air is sucked into your lungs in an instant as nami, strong and brave nami, breaks into pieces right in front of you, bearing her heart.

one, two, three strides carry you across the room, right in front of her as she tries to collect herself. a solid thud sounds from the floor as you drop to your knees in front of her, stomach pressing into the hard bed frame whilst your arms squeeze around her waist. you press your forehead into her soft tummy gently and close your eyes, willing tears of your own away.

“i got ya, ‘mi. i’m okay, we’re okay, sweetheart.” you gaze up at her reverently, wiping the slowing tears from her face with a gentle hand. the fabric of her dress rustles, the cold pearls causing goosebumps to rise across your skin as her plump thighs squeeze your ribcage. nami pouts and buries her face in the crook of your neck, unable to say much else without crying once more.

“love ya so much, nami. missed ya a lot.” you drag your nails up and down her back in soothing strokes as she gradually stops sniffling, instead just opting to cradle you against her tightly. nami shivers under your hand as you brush against a sensitive patch of skin, a meek little noise rising from her throat unwillingly.

“let me show ya just how much i missed ya, baby. please?” the pretty smile on her lips and slight nod of her head as she leans back upright is all you need as confirmation; she needs this too.

a shaky sigh escapes from your mouth as you finally take a moment to truly admire the beautiful girl sitting in front of you, wrapped in the silky fabric of the dress she’d been given by wanda. your palm brushes the soft skin of her waist as the pads of your fingers toy with the thin strings holding the fabric together, smiling as nami trembles from the touch.

“pretty right?” she asks, bringing you from your love stricken daze. “wanda said it was a national treasure of zou, must be worth thousands!”

you’d really have to thank the canine mink later.

“really suits ya, ‘mi. my pretty girl, my treasure, wearing something so precious.” the open sides of the garment work in your favor, exposing nami’s soft thighs as your unoccupied hand tugs the front panel of the fabric to gather between her legs. the pearls resting on her other hip twirl between your fingers, hair tickling the skin of her leg as you rest your head against her.

“are you finally gonna kiss me or continue being a cornball?” she rolls her eyes at you, shaking her head as a scoff attempts to mask the giggle bubbling in her chest.

even though her words make it seem like she’s unbothered by the comment, just once glance at her proves otherwise. a cherry red blush sits atop the apples of nami’s cheeks, tips of her ears the same cute shade, and her fingers fidget with the cotton bedsheets impatiently. a jolt of heat shoots straight down to your core as her plush thighs squeeze tighter against you, locking you in between them.

“d’nt act like ya hate compliments all of a sudden, princess. i know ‘s been a bit since i saw ya last, but my sweet girl still loves when i praise her, hm?” you maintain eye contact with her as a hand trails down her leg, lifting her limb up until soft lips are pressing against the skin of her calf.

quiet anticipating breaths leave nami as you kiss your way up, pushing fabric aside to nip at the skin below the tan line from the little bikini she loves to wear. red and purple bruises are sucked into the thin skin, wet spit glistening in the low light of the room.

if everything goes back to normal soon, you hope to see them on display in front of the entire crew as she tans on the deck of the thousand sunny.

“baby,” she whines, “don’t tease me.” you hum against her skin at the request, pulling back enough to look at her properly.

“‘m not teasing, just taking my time with you pretty girl. i missed ya so much, so let me love on you, okay?” deciding that you’re done with nami’s left leg, you rest the crook of her knee on your shoulder. you begin the process again with her other leg, plush skin gliding against your mouth.

she doesn’t give you a verbal answer, but by the pout on her lips and the huff that escapes her chest, you know she’s just eager to touch you too. her manicured hands brush hair from your face gently, dragging up to the top of your head as she tugs the roots of your hair. nami’s hips twitch up as you lick a line up her thigh, watching your mouth like a hawk.

her head is thrown back as your mouth finally attaches to her heat, orange tresses grazing the bedsheets. eyebrows pinch together and lips fall open as you leave slow licks on her sensitive clit, half lidded eyes locked on her expressions as you bring her more and more pleasure.

“fuck…” nami mutters, her grip tightening in your hair as the lewd sounds of you eating her out begin to get louder and louder. she presses a palm to her mouth and screws her eyes shut in an attempt to muffle her moans, praying none of the other members of your crew followed you up to the room.

“look at me sweetheart, or i stop.” you pant, pulling back slightly. you reach a hand up to remove the one covering her mouth, linking her fingers with yours instead.

“if we get looks from everyone later, i’m blaming you.” her pretty brown eyes meet yours before she looks away coyly, lips pouting. a smile makes its way onto your face as her fingers tighten around yours, resting on her soft tummy.

“you love when i get like this, don’t even lie.” she giggles at the wink you sent her, though her soft laughter is soon interrupted by a moan as you slip two fingers into her soaked cunt. soft lips return to their place at her sensitive clit, her hips bucking against your face as she barrels toward her first orgasm of the night.

cries of your name accompanied by sweet moans fill the room as you bring nami to her peak, your unoccupied hand held in a death grip as you push down on her lower tummy to intensify her orgasm with your linked hands. wide eyes meet yours as she smiles, thighs squeezing around your head while she gushes on your fingers and mouth.

pretty, overstimulated laughs and whimpers leave her as you continue to eagerly lap and suck on her pussy well after she came. it takes her physically pushing you head away from her cunt for you to finally pull away, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

“holy shit,” she laughs, falling back against the bedsheets with the backs of her knees still rested on your shoulders. “you’re really fucking good at that, i think i almost died.”

“i should be saying that, those thighs of yours could kill someone if you tried.” you laugh, pressing a light kiss to her calf as you lift one of her legs over your head, setting both of her feet down on the ground.

nami lets out a quiet ‘oof’ as you drop down beside her on the bed, your hand sliding under her head to bring her in for a sweet kiss. your chin is still slightly wet with her juices, lips tasting of herself, but she doesn’t mind one bit.

“i love ya, ‘mi. so much.” you mumble against her soft lips, running your fingers through her hair.

“love you too, baby.” she smiles, curling her body into yours. she throws a thigh over your hips, pressing her chest against yours.

you bask in each others presence for a moment, hands wandering over each others bodies as tension begins to build again. you trail your fingers down nami’s side, stopping to play with the strings at her hip tied in a neat bow.

a beat of silence.

“how about we get you out of this dress, wouldn’t want a national treasure to get ruined, now would we?”

nami laughs loudly, tackling you in a kiss as you fiddle with the knots of fabric.

[moirai-au]

“You look sad” Marvin and Jameson? If that works for you?

Timeline: early in Arc 6 - Aftermath, a few days after they defeat the Entity.

Taglist: @immabethehero @bupine​ @tabbynerdicat @i-maybe-exist @its-ethan-bro @sandinthetardis @honestlyitsjustkenna 

His fists clenched and unclenched as he stared ahead, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. The orchids in front of him swayed back and forth slowly, gently, a barely-visible green glow surrounding the damaged stems. “C’mon,” he hissed between clenched teeth, “C’mon, just work already-”

A stab of pain in between his eyes made him gasp, and he lost his grip; the glow faded and  the flowers dropped back into their sorry state. He grabbed the edges of his work table to support himself, clenching his jaw and hiding his face in his free hand; he could feel the uneven skin under his palm.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. But most of all, he wanted his mask.

“Hey.”

Mars yelped and turned around, clutching his chest where he could feel his heart beating frantically. “Jesus, Aster! I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that.”

The demon smirked, showing off his razor-sharp teeth. “Not in a million years. You’re too fun to play with, Scars.”

The young man rolled his eyes, feeling particularly aware of the chilly breeze against his face. “Back to nicknames I see. What, scared to admit you care? Again?”

Aster ignored him, walking around him to poke at the orchids. “The fuck are you doing here anyway? Doc would be pissed if he found out you were out of bed.”

Mars pursed his lips, fiddling with the fabric of his pyjama bottoms. “I’m fine. Just needed some fresh air. I’ve done nothing but sleep while I was stuck in that fucking tank, if I stayed still another minute I would’ve gone insane.”

The fiend hummed. “You should try it sometimes. Sane is boring.”

“What do you want?” Mars sighed, grabbing the plant to put it back in its proper place; the stems were just as ruined as before, the petals dull and drooping. “Other than ruin my day even more, that is.”

“I don’t want shit. He does.”

Mars followed Aster’s gaze; at the entrance of the greenhouse stood a sheepish-looking Charlie, his hand raised in a small wave. Mars blinked, waving back absentmindedly. “Um, hi? Sorry, did you need something?”

The dapper man shook his head, stepping inside the glass house to walk to the mage at a leisurely pace.

“‘kay Dapper, be quick about it,” Aster growled, “I have a nap to get back to.”

“Wait- Jem, you actually found him?”

It was common knowledge at this point; whenever Aster slept -which wasn’t that often- he disappeared from the surface of the Earth. Even Mars, who’d been living in the mansion all his life, who’d explored every nook and cranny of it a hundred times over, could never find where the demon hid to rest.

Well- except for that one time, not long after he got his human body. And that other time, just a week ago. But those were special circumstances.

“Yeah,” Aster relented, glaring at the bowtie-wearing man who only smiled innocently at him. “I don’t know how that weirdo did it either. Said he wanted to talk to you.”

Charlie nodded, his hands signing a slow and hesitant yes. “…Sure,” Mars shrugged. “What about?”

Aster propped his back against a pillar, closing his eyes in concentration. Since the whole… thing had went down the week before, the time traveller had been taken in by their strange little group, having nowhere else to go. Cecil had told them his vocal chords had been destroyed when that demon had slit his throat -a gruesome sight none of them wanted to remember- Aster had been playing translator, using his ability to pick up on the thoughts the time traveller projected. Until the mute was more comfortable with sign language at least.

Mars hadn’t really had the chance to interact with him much, being stuck in a feverish haze the whole time, yet he already knew all there was to know about him.

“I’m worried.” Aster started. His voice was even, calm, a far cry from his usually… intense inflexion. Mars tried to focus on Charles, the sheer bizarrerie of the situation not helping in the slightest.

The man’s warm hazel eyes peered right at him as the demon spoke for him, his hands signing clumsily every few words. “I’m worried. About you.”

Mars stared, dumbfounded. The man who’d been ripped away from his time, who had lost everything and everyone he’d ever known, who’d been captured, locked away, hurt and used as a human puppet for almost a year… was worried about him.

He’d laugh if he didn’t feel like such a useless husk at the moment.

Charlie gestured some more. “You look sad.” Aster translated, arms crossed and eyes still closed. The former mage raised an eyebrow. “What? I don’t. I’m fine.”

“Liar!” Aster hissed, eyes flying open to glare at him. “Stop lying. I fucking hate it when you lie, and you know it.”

Pretender. Fraud.

Charlie visibly tensed at the expletive as Mars scoffed, returning the glare. “And who’s saying that? You or him?”

“Both.” the demon retorted, uncharacteristically serious. “We know you. We’ve been in your head, remember?”

Mars winced, a mess of fractured memories coming to the forefront of his mind.

The blank void. The Architect beckoning him, coercing him to let go, to give up. The despair.

Then voices, first distant and muted, then all-encompassing; four he knew, and one he didn’t.

The merge. All those memories that weren’t his, flooding his mind relentlessly. The feeling of being one, then six, then one.

He’d been Ollie. He’d been Cecil. He’d been Dave. He’d been Charlie, the one he hadn’t known yet. Hell, he’d even been Aster. And they’d been him in return.

Everything they were, everything they’d ever been, mashed together in a single moment, in a single mind, powerful enough to beat their foe.

“I don’t remember much,” Aster’s voice snapped him out of his recollection; he was speaking for Jem again. “But I remember enough still. I know you now, Mars, and I can tell you’re distressed.”

The mage sayed silent for a few seconds; the problem with sharing a mindspace with other people? They’d be able to call you out on your shit.

Jem was right. Back at the forest, right after it was all over, they’d all been stuck in a trance-like state, their minds still linked by a few fraying threads. They’d managed to drag themselves back to the mansion before collapsing in an exhausted pile, unable to tell where each of them started or ended, a few fleeting thoughts and feelings still coursing between them.

The connexion had been snapped for good by the time they woke up the next day, and the memories of the time they’d spent as one had been fading away ever since.

Mars signed. He resisted the urge to hide his face, knowing the futility of the gesture; there wasn’t anything about him that Jamie hadn’t seen already. “Okay, okay.” he relented, sitting on a bench next to his work table. “Fine, ya got me. I feel like shit.”

Charlie nodded. “I figured as much. Do you wish to talk about it?”

The mage snorted; it was so weird to hear such old-fashioned language coming out of Aster’s mouth. “Not really. But I know you won’t leave me alone until I do, so I guess we’re doing this.”

“Indeed we are. Because I know you’ll let it fester inside until someone gets hurt. Most likely you.”

Mars looked down at his lap. He hated how right Jem was. “You sound like Dave.”

“We do share a similar outlook on life. Now,” the time-traveller said patiently, sitting next to the mage, “Penny for your thoughts?”

***

“It just… feels like such a non-problem, you know?”

Marvs didn’t know how long he’d been venting, but once the floodgates had been open, he’d found he couldn’t stop. And Jem just sat next to him, listening to his woes in silence, only nodding from time to time to show he was paying attention. Aster had moved to lay down on the table, his head resting on an arm while the other dangled from the surface. If not for the dim green glow of his barely opened eyes, one could’ve thought he’d fallen asleep. Not that he’d actually would, not in plain sight like this.

The mage scratched at the bandages on his arm; hopefully Cecil would let him take them off for good soon. “My powers, my magic- they were the source of all my problems. I’ve lost count of how many times I wished I hadn’t been born with it. But now…”

He shook his head, fingers digging into his skin. “Now I- I feel wrong. Useless. Broken. Like I’m nothing without- fuck, I actually miss it.”

He laughed mirthlessly. “God, I can’t believe this. I sound like an entitled brat. Oh wait, I am. This is stupid, I’m stupid, you’re literally stranded in the future and I’m complaining about trivial stuff like this, I shouldn’t be upset by this-”

“Bullshit.”

Mars turned back to Charlie, gaping; the man was glaring at Aster, crossing his arms in a disapproving manner. The demon furrowed his brow, opening his eyes to peer at the other. “What? …Oh c’mon old man, it’s the same thing- hey, what’s that supposed to mean? I’m not even- Ugh!”

The fiend growled and clicked in his native tongue before shaking his head and turning to Mars. “Fine. He didn’t say bullshit. He said, and I quote, ‘that’s a pile of moonrocks’.”

Mars blinked; that one was new. “What?”

“It’s not a contest.” Jamie insisted. “How you feel is not daft or unimportant just because some other people are, according to you, worse off.”

“But… don’t you miss your time?”

Charlie looked up, a wistful expression on his face; the sky was clear today, the afternoon sun casting warm rays through the glass ceiling. “Of course I do,” he said through Aster. “My life wasn’t perfect by any means. But it was something, and it was mine.”

He frowned. His hands were tight around his pocket watch, knuckles turning white. “And this… creature took it all away. I can never go back. All for some power he coveted for his grand plan. Did you know I couldn’t even use it anymore?”

That last sentence was directed at Mars, who reeled back in surprise. “Wh- your magic?”

“Yes.”

His head was spinning. It all seemed so… final. “It’s gone? Completely? Are you sure?”

“Quite sure. I’d never noticed it existed before I learned to harness it, but I can say for certainty that this part of me is gone.”

The mustached man tilted his head. “But surely you knew this, did you not? I felt it. The strain. The snap. Like something shattering. That means you all must have felt it as well.”

Mars looked down at his feet. “I- yeah. But I didn’t think… I didn’t know…”

“Do not pity me, friend. I don’t miss it.”

“You don’t?”

“Not one bit. I lived my whole life without it, and using it proved to be my downfall. But you?”

Jamie put a hand on his shoulder. His eyes were steeled by resolve. “You’ve always been aware of this power. It’s brought you pain, a lot of it. But it was still a part of you you learned to live with, to depend on. And without it, I am willing to bet that none of us would’ve met, and that’s not a prospect I’m too fond of. So it’s not surprising that you’d feel a sense of loss. Although…”

He got up, reaching for the orchids above the work table, Mars’ slitted eyes not leaving him for a second. He came back and handed the plant to the mage, his crinkled eyes and dimples showing that he was smiling under his mustache. “Look.”

And as Mars squinted at the flowers, wondering what point the other was trying to make- he saw it.

There, partially hidden beneath the dying stems, were a few bright green buds that definitely weren’t there before.

“Have faith, Mars.” Jameson winked. “I don’t think you’ve completely lost your touch yet.”

Mars looked at Jem, at a loss for words; this was a man who’d been through things he couldn’t even fathom. Yet here he was, still standing. Smiling through it all, bright and warm like a saturated sunrise, despite the obvious grief and trauma he didn’t try to hide when he was having a bad day.

He felt something bloom in his chest. Admiration. Hope.

In this moment, the heavy cloud that hovered over his head seemed so threatening anymore. He smiled. “…Thanks Jem. You’re… pretty swell.”

The dapper fellow smiled even brighter, scratching the back of his head bashfully. Aster made a gagging sound. “Blargh, you fleshbags are gonna make me sick. Dapper, you make me say any more of that sappy shit I swear to fuck-”

Language, Charlie signed. Aster flipped him off.

The mage and the time traveller erupted into chuckles, before the latter gasped. He raised a finger in the air as if to say hold it and got up, running out of the greenhouse like the devil himself was hot on his heels.

“What’s he doing?” Mars asked Aster, puzzled at the other’s behavior.

The imp shrugged, jumping down from the table. “Hell if I know. Heard something about forgetting, and fixing. Whatever, I’m out.”

“What do you mean you’re ‘out’? How am I supposed to-”

“Look,” Aster cut him off with a sneer, “He’s said his piece, I’m done playing parrot for today. Figure it out, genius.”

And with that, he walked away and disappeared into the mansion, leaving Mars sitting awkwardly on the bench.

Thankfully he didn’t have to wait for long, because Charles walked back in not a minute later, visibly holding something. Mars shot to his feet, not believing his eyes. “Jem- Is that my-”

The dapper man beamed as he came to a stop in front of him; in his hands laid his old cat-shaped mask. In one piece.

Well, sort of- the cracks running through it were obvious, having been filled out with a slick golden substance. The thinner cracks all around the edges has been filled in the same manner, giving it an almost regal feel.

It looked beautiful.

“I-” Mars choked, grabbing the mask with reverence, “Shit, Jem, this is- how? I mean, I know how, stuff like this was your job back then- but where? When? I thought- I thought it was lost, back in the forest…”

Charlie signed, slowly. Mars squinted, trying to decipher what the other meant with his very limited knowledge of ASL. “You… found the pieces? Here? In the mansion?”

A nod.

“But how? Did one of us pick them up on the way back?”

A shrug.

“Right, fading memories, got it.”

He looked down at the mask for a few more seconds, taking it all in, before finally holding it up to his face. He fastened the white straps around his head, in fluid motions rehearsed a thousand times, and let out a trembling breath; the weight and feel of it was familiar. Comforting. He smiled down at the tinkerer.

“Thank you.” Mars smiled down at the hat-wearing man, his slitted eyes gleaming in relief and gratitude. “So much. For everything.”

And as Charlie signed what he could only guess meant you’re welcome, he decided he needed to brush up on his sign language.

[abitnotgoodiebag]

Auditory Affliction

@ironstrangebingo square:  Carol Danvers

@metalandfood prompt:  from the tumblr prompt: Imagine Stephen’s phone going off a la Irene Adler style during inappropriate moments but it’s Tony’s voice that always comes out. The notification sound always changes from soft moans to a breathless, “Stephen”

AO3 link

Summary: Carol must put a stop to these inappropriate interruptions during avengers meetings.

Or

5 times Stephen’s phone goes off and one time it does not.

The first time it happens, there is silence.  Stephen pinches the bridge of his nose and pulls his phone from his robes with a put-upon sigh.

After a few taps on the screen of his hours-new personalized StarkPhone, Stephen looks up to see all of the gathered Avenger’s staring at him.

“So we’re just going to act like we didn’t hear Tony moan your name?”  Clint asks with a smirk, his tone implying something rude.

Stephen’s jaw tightens a fraction and he swallows the urge to portal him somewhere unpleasant.  He ignores the irritating archer and says, “FRIDAY, please let Tony know that I do not find his antics amusing.”

“Will do, Doc,” comes the reply in an amused tone, suggesting that boss would ignore the sentiment completely.

Apparently being crafted to adapt to the limitations of his trembling hands were not the only thing Tony had customized on the device.

The silence from the other members of the team stretches into something uncomfortable.

“What?!”  Stephen asks defensively.  “It’s not like I recorded it!”

Sam snorts “Suuuure.” under his breath.  Clint snickers in response, while Steve doesn’t seem to be sure how to react to the whole situation.

Stephen rolls his eyes so far back into his head he fears they might get stuck.  “I’ll be sure to mention how inappropriate this is next time I see Anthony.  I’m sure he’ll agree and immediately do as requested to save me further irritation, knowing how much he enjoys decorum.”  Stephen says, his sarcasm heavy.

Carol clears her voice to prevent further comments on Stephen’s unfortunate ringtone.  “If we could get back to matters at hand?”  she asks as she turns her attention back to the projection at the front of the room.

The meeting begins to drone on as it had before.

*Ooooh, Stephen!*

Stephen resists the urge to bang his head on to the table, having already been the recipient of enough stares today.  Stephen opens a small portal and throws the phone through it.

“You were saying?”  He asks with a frazzled smile pulling at his face.

---

Remembering that Tony is not only an Avenger, but also the world's foremost genius inventor is surprisingly difficult for Stephen.  As such, whenever Tony’s presence is required for presentations, conferences and the like, Stephen tends to sulk.

Tony has been gone for 2 days now and Stephen is not happy about it.  Wong has finally gotten tired of his moping around the Sanctum and has banished him until he can ‘get off his sorry ass and act like an adult, not a wounded puppy.’

Stephen finds himself wandering the halls of the compound aimlessly.  After a minute, his wandering is no longer aimless as he smells something tasty coming from the direction that he is now headed in.

Approaching the communal kitchen area, Stephen notices Carol, Rhodes, Sam, Scott, and Bruce in various stages of cooking and setting the table.

“Strange! I didn’t know you were here.” says Sam while grabbing two pitchers of what appears to be pink lemonade from the refrigerator.  “Are you staying for dinner?”

Stephen nods his assent, hoping that social interaction will cause the time until Tony’s return to go back just a bit faster.  “What can I do to help?” He asks moving further into the room.

“Everything is pretty much finished, just waiting on the pasta for another minute or so.  Make yourself comfortable.” Bruce stirs the pan of sauce that contains the source of the enticing scent.  Stephen can identify spinach and other assorted vegetables simmering in a thick red sauce.

He doesn’t realize how hungry he is, and floats an extra place setting to the table.

The food is delicious and Stephen finds himself glad that he stayed for dinner.  The wine and camaraderie is just the thing to drag Stephen from his funk.

“And then Telos said, ‘I’m not going to tell you again, man, it’s a fucking Flerken!’” Carol finishes, to the laughter of the group.  She takes a sip of wine and continues, “Goose then thought it was the perfect time to eat the box in question, surprising the hell out of Rastur.  I’ve never seen someone faint so fast.”

Stephen lets out another chuckle as he refills his glass.  He is seriously contemplating stealing another slice of pound cake when a long, loud, breathy moan emanates from his pocket.

This time Stephen does let his head hit the table.  “Fucking Tony.”

Scott can’t help but giggle.  “Yeah, that’s what it sounds like, man.”

Stephen shoots him a glare.  “Har har, Tiny Tim.”

Carol just sighs in resignation “He’ll never change it will he?”

Rhodes laughs softly, “Probably not.  Not when everyone keeps getting all stuffy bout it.  Rogers’ responses alone practically guarantee that it’s permanent.”

Carol just shakes her head in disapproval.  “It’s unprofessional.”

“It’s Tony.” Rhodey replies with a shrug.  “He does what he does when he wants to do it.”

Stephen looks up from his response to the intruding message.  “It’s one of the joys of his life to cause as much trouble as possible.”  Two more indecent cries follow.

“I-uh feel like we’re interrupting a private moment.” Sam says as he hurriedly reaches for the wine.  Bruce motions for him to pass it down when he finishes, Sam complies.

“If only.  Wong is regaling me with the tale of the newest novice to accidentally stick themselves in another dimension.”  Stephen says absentmindedly, putting the phone back in his pocket.

“Wait a minute, you’re telling me that’s not even Stark?” Scott asks bursting into giggles again.  “It does that for everybody?”

“Yup.” Stephen replies, lips popping on the P.

“Fucking Tony.” Says an amused Bruce.

“Fucking Tony.” Stephen agrees.

---

Steve Rogers and his merry band of pardoned rogues enter the common room as Stephen is meditating.

They pause momentarily, debating whether or not interrupting Stephen is the wisest course of action, but Clint rolls his eyes at his teammates and continues into the room.

“It’s my turn to pick the movie and I am not letting you dipsticks put me off again!”

Natasha rolls her eyes fondly and heads to one of the couches, curling on one side as Sam and Bucky bicker over who gets the other prime viewing spot on the couch.  “You always pick the shittest movies, Clint.  Don’t try to deny it.”

They settle in to various positions while Clint fiddles with the Blu Ray player.

The title screen for Sharknado: The Fourth Awakens appears on the television and a chorus of groans rings out, Natasha’s the loudest of the lot.

“Really, Barton?  Why do you hate us?”  Sam gripes as he decides that in order to sit through this, beer and popcorn are needed.  He gets up and heads to the kitchen to collect the snacks.

Clint replies with a smirk, “This is cinematic excellence, you heathens.”

“What exactly is a ‘sharknado’?” Bucky asks, dreading the answer.  “Tell me it isn’t exactly what it sounds like.”

“But it is exactly what it sounds like.  That’s the beauty of it!” Clint looks absolutely gleeful.

Steve and Bucky look at each other, each wondering why this even exists and why someone thinks that four of them are necessary.

As they munch on popcorn and pick apart the absurd stupidity of the film, they forget the sorcerer’s presence in the room altogether.  When they find out that April is actually alive, but mostly machine (several jokes are thrown Bucky’s way) and that she seems to be part human, part iPhone they are startled by a powerful cry of Stephen’s name drawn out in the most salacious tone yet.

Stephen is jerked from his meditating with a curse and would have fallen to the ground if not for the Cloak of Levitation keeping him off the floor.

He opens his eyes to the blush of Steve Rogers and smirks and leers from the rest of the ex-rogues.

“May I help you?”  Stephens asks, one eyebrow raised.

“Sounds like you get enough ‘help’ as is!” crows Bucky trying unsuccessfully to hold back laughter.

Various sounds of amused agreement from Sam, Clint and Scott follow the statement.  The phone moans again, omitting Stephen’s name this time.  Steve’s face is almost completely red when he manages to tear his gaze away from Stephen’s amused one.

“Why?  Why would Tony do that?  That is not for everyone to hear!” Rogers looks ready to combust from embarrassment.

Flying sharks dance across the screen in the background completely forgotten as Stephen tries not to crack a smile at Steve’s obvious discomfort.

“I think he was trying to embarrass me.  He wasn’t aware that it was an exercise in futility, but your reactions do give him some small measure of satisfaction.”  Stephen gets to his feet carefully and stretches.

Steve is still blushing and Clint is throwing popcorn at him chuckling.

“In any case, Everything I’ve tried to change or silence it has ended in failure, so I have to hope that he’ll get tired of everyone’s reactions and give it a rest.  Eventually.”  With that, Stephen opens a portal and steps through to the Sanctum.

“I just don’t understand it.”  Steve groans as he closes his eyes and thumps back against the couch, hitting Bucky’s leg.

“Well Stevie, when a boy and a boy love each other very much-” Bucky begins.

“And one of them is a shameless slut!” Clint interrupts, tossing more popcorn, this time into his own mouth.  Bucky collapses into laughter unable to finish his lesson on the bees and the bees.

Steve drops his face into his hands and wishes the floor would swallow him whole.  “I hate you guys.”

---

Stephen is still unsure how exactly they’ve ended up at this point.

Somehow during a routine training exercise (in which Clint is not a part of, yet is there for), Steve Rogers acquires two serrated arrows.  Said arrows are sticking out of the affectionately dubbed ‘America’s Ass.’  At Stephen’s gesture, the Cloak of Levitation lifts him with as little movement as possible and floats him quickly to the medbay.

Stephen opens a portal to Metro General in search of Christine.  After he locates her, they step through to the medbay and she appears to be just as baffled as he is.

“Why do you people even have an archer?  What is the actual point?”  She mutters to herself as she slides her hands into a pair of latex gloves.  

Stephen finds it difficult to find a positive answer to her question.  He floats several instruments and supplies over to the cart next to the bare-bottomed, Captain America.  Steve’s teeth are gritted and his fists clenched in discomfort.

Bucky is standing at the head of the gurney trying pathetically to rein in the snickers at the sight Steve makes.

“As you can see, the arrowheads are serrated, so yanking them out would not be ideal.  I came straight to get you, so I haven’t determined whether or not they’ve lodged into any bone matter.”  Strange offers his observations as the cloak floats back to settle on his shoulders.

Christine approaches the gurney containing the super soldier.  “Captain?  I’m going to have to get a quick X-Ray to make sure the tip isn’t lodged in your ilium or sacrum, can you hold tight for me while I check?”  Stephen is already pushing the XRay machine over to her.  She aims the beam and takes 2 images.  Seconds later, the images are displayed as a hologram above the XRay machine.

“Good news, Captain, No tips lodged anywhere.  That will make extraction much simpler.”  Christine smiles at him.

The doors open and Carol steps into the medbay with a stern look on her face.  She catches the gaze of both Stephen and Bucky and quirks an eyebrow.  “I am not happy to reset the critical incident counter in the training area again, gentleman.  Why exactly am I unhappy this time?”

Bucky ducks his head and swallows his laughter while Stephen just shrugs and replies, “Barton felt left out, I guess.”

Christine is dabbing the punctured area of Rogers’ backside with betadine, concentrating on the task at hand.  She picks up the forceps and places a hand on Steve’s lower back.  “This may pinch a bit, Captain.”  Steve lets out a breath.  “I’m going to remove the tips now.”

Steve grunts in response and a fist shoots out to grab Bucky’s forearm.  Bucky looks down at Steve and his gaze softens a bit at the discomfort on his face.  “Just a tick, Punk, the Doc will have you good as new.”

Christine maneuvers the forceps into position and is able to get the first arrow out with little more than a grimace from Steve.  She places the arrow on the cart and turns to the second arrow, inserting the forceps into the puncture gently.

*Oh Yesssss Stephen!*

Christine jerks at the sound, causing the arrow to tear into Steve’ glutes.  Steve’s grip on Bucky’s arm veers into painful territory.  Barnes and Rogers both cry out simultaneously.

“GODDAMMIT, TONY!”  Steve shouts, face colouring in pain and mortification.

Stephen fights with every molecule in his body, but is unable to stop the “Language!” admonishment from leaving his lips.

Every single person in the medbay levels a glare at the sorcerer who raises his hands in a gesture of contrition.  He is only moderately certain that his smirk is no longer on his face.

---

Stephen is hard-pressed to admit it, but he absolutely loves spending time with Peter.  He knows that he still isn’t quite as close to him as Tony is, but Stephen has grown fond of the Spiderling.

They are in Tony’s lab, Peter doing his homework and Stephen analysing the molecular structure of a relic discovered by the master of the newly rebuilt London sanctum.  Once stephen is assured that it is in fact magical and not some alien detritus, he joins Peter at the workbench.

They quickly fall into a discussion on microbiology  when a filthy moan stretches out for much longer than necessary.

Stephen whips his head to his pocket before hearing the sound of a pen hitting the metal worktop.  Strange turns back toward Peter, scandalized.  Peter’s face turns bright red and he looks as if he has no idea how to respond to the noise that just came from Stephen’s direction.

“Uh, Mr. Doctor?  Is everything alright?”

Stephen exhales slowly, counting to ten before retrieving his phone and glaring at it.   No matter how hard Stephen has tried, there is no changing or silencing the embarrassing notifications.  Tony refuses to do it himself and while Stephen initially found it irritating at worst and amusing at best, Peter is now being subjected to Tony’s ridiculousness.  

“How upset would you be if I murdered Tony?  Scale of Lang to Banner.”  Stephen asks mildly, rubbing at his temples.

Peter doesn’t seem to have heard the question.  His gaze is set resolutely forward, avoiding Stephen’s eyes.  After hearing his pseudo father like that…well, Peter needs brain bleach. “Erg…I just. Can’t.”

Unfortunately, Carol chooses this moment to enter the lab.  She frowns at the look on Peter’s face and opens her mouth, no doubt to ask him the matter.

Stephen’s phone picks that same moment to literally scream his name.  Everyone in the room is struck by a powerful urge to be somewhere else.

“Strange!  This has to stop immediately!” Carol barks as she throws her hands in the air.

Peter hurriedly throws his work in his backpack and flees the lab muttering under his breath about therapy and neuralizers.  Stephen experiences a wave of disappointment at his time with his Spider child being cut short.  Stephen feels the first twitch of serious ire at Tony’s foolishness.  “Major Danvers, I assure you I will speak with Tony about this idiotic phone.”

“See that you do, Strange.  Peter is going to be confounded for days.”  Try as she might, Carol can’t help but feel the tiniest bit amused at the expression on his face as the boy bolted.  She turns on her heel and exits as Stephen opens a portal to the penthouse.

---

Carol steels her resolve as she heads down the hallway towards Tony’s office.  These interruptions and interjections cannot be allowed to continue.  Amongst the Avengers it’s an annoyance, but now Peter is being harrassed  and Carol must take action.  She knows that Dr. Strange has nothing to do with it, that Tony is the one behind the many disruptions, so Tony is who she’s going to dress down.  She reaches his office door and turns the knob.

“Tony, we need to-”

Carol freezes.

Tony is spread over his desk on his back with his shirt ripped open, head hanging down so she can see the blush on his cheeks.  His eyes are screwed shut and he is huffing out little breaths.  He’s covered in a light sheen of sweat and he looks utterly wrecked.  Strange jerks from the other side of the desk, his hands gripping Tony’s hips tightly, eyes closed in concentration or ecstacy, Carol can’t quite tell nor does she want to.

Carol has never appreciated the necessity of knocking as much as she does in this moment.

A loud cry interrupts her mortification and she turns and flees, not remembering whether or not she closed the door behind her.

She nearly collides with Rhodey a few meters down the hall, still bright red.

“Mmm, Stephen!”

Rhodey frowns.  “Tony still won’t change Strange’s ringtone?”

Carol manages to flush even deeper and squeaks “S-Something like that!”  She speeds down the hall away from Rhodey, who shakes his head in exasperation and continues in the opposite direction.

He reaches the cracked door of Tony’s office and pushes the door open, about to scold Tony Stank for embarrassing Stephen and ignoring Carol.  The door is abruptly jerked closed and Rhodey quickly heads in the direction Carol went muttering curses at Tony Stank.

Back in his office, Tony and Stephen have not slowed down in the slightest.  Tony is gripping the edge of desk for dear life while Stephen rails into him.  Tony is past the point of caring about keeping quiet and lets out a low stream of curses scattered with the sorcerer’s name.

Stephen groans and shifts his hips slightly finding Tony’s hot spot.  Tony throws his head back hard enough to hit the desk.  Stephen moves a hand from Tony’s hip to grasp his erection, rubbing his thumb along the slit.  Three twisting strokes later, Tony is undone.  His legs tighten around Stephen’s waist and he comes with a loud cry covering his stomach and chest with his seed.  Stephen is not far behind him, coming with a strangled cry, eyes popping open to look at Tony.

Stephen drops forward onto Tony’s chest, huffing at the feel of Tony’s spend on his exposed skin.  Tony brings his head up and tangles his fingers in Stephen’s hair.

Stephen pulls Tony off the desk and falls backwards into Tony’s chair, ending up with a lapful of sated mechanic.

“They still giving you shit about your phone?”  Tony asks with a sly grin.

Stephen rolls his eyes and kisses Tony to shut him up.  The genius knows perfectly well how the Avengers feel as Tony gleefully has FRIDAY send him the more amusing reactions.

“At least they’ll just think it’s your phone when we sneak off in here.” Tony quips.

“I hate to disappoint you babe, but both Carol and James barged in here not 10 minutes ago.  I think we’ve scarred them.” Stephen nuzzles into Tony’s neck breathing in his scent.

Tony shrugs, “Well, that’s one way to guarantee knocking in the future.”

Soon after there are no more lascivious interruptions from Stephen’s phone.  Tony’s office door also now sports an unnecessarily large  ‘Knock, please!’ sign in hot-rod red.  It doesn’t seem to be necessary as no one approaches that hallway anymore unless it is absolutely vital.

[swampgallows]

why do you like garrosh so much pt. 2

to expand a little bit (okay a lot) on anon’s question (which, again, I could do until i typed the skin off my fingers), i will EMBARRASSINGLY ADMIT that i have a 40k+ word ffffaaaannn fiiiiccctiioonnn ive been writing for almost a year now that delves into a lot of my ~headcanon~ and self-indulgence regarding garrosh and his character. i began writing it in the first place to try to identify what my feelings were about him, just stream of consciousness as most of my writing goes. but it got longer and longer, and i tried to make it in reference to a second person, to an amorphous “you”. from there it became a reader-insert story for cathartic garbage (or catharbage as i endearingly refer to it) with about ten different notepad docs dedicated to it and its many drafts. one of these docs is a series of notes to further attempt to analyze my own thinking. the contents are below. es muy largo (over 2k words, plus a 500 word chatlog).

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I had begun playing World of Warcraft in late 2005 and quit in early 2009, just before the release of The Secrets of Ulduar/the Argent Tournament (Patch 3.1.0, released April 2009). Most of my playtime occurred while I was in high school, and upon my first year of college/university I felt I needed to close that chapter of my life and move on.

I kept zero tabs on the goings-on of WoW or those who still played. Something about dragons, goblins, canon pandaren. I was slaving my way through college, mental illness, and abusive relationships (if I had to grade my quality of Self during this time, I’d say it was hovering around the low-C, high-D range).

In September of 2014, I started a new job, had long finished college, and escaped my abusers. Inevitably I returned to Azeroth, and thus a new chapter of my life began.

The culture shock was jarring, to say the least.

Not only was I flooded with a deluge of high school memories, obsolete items (hunter ammo, anyone?), and a friends list like a graveyard (some names legitimately of the deceased), I had to play catch-up for two and a half expansions and five solid years' worth of content. I jumped haphazardly throughout the zones, surveying the damage from the Cataclysm (atop my flying mount!), exploring old raids, and leveling my then-capped 80 main to 90 in preparation for the new Draenor. 

Polar Bear Syndrome took hold in the form of Garrosh Hellscream. He was everywhere and nowhere all at once, name-dropped constantly but tangibly elusive, yet I didn't for the life of me piece together who that was (no thanks to that atrocious, beady-eyed Cataclysm model). Apparently he was the new Warchief ("where is Thrall?!" became a growing concern) but it took a skim through WoWWiki to realize this warmongering bigot was, apparently, the same Overlord of the Warsong Offensive in Borean Tundra that I recalled from many years ago; the "same Garrosh that spent half his life crying into a campfire in Outland", quoth WoWhead user TGFseb15.

I spent over a year trying to digest this character shift. On top of everything else, due to some sleep aids I was trying out at the time, the “Polar Bear” sightings of Garrosh extended into my dreams. I did hours of reading and research, questions becoming insurmountable rather than answered. How did this happen? Why was he like this? Why is he showing up in my dreams? Of course, all this racking of my brain resulted in more dreams, more conundrums. 

In October 2016 I began writing this story in lieu of being able to talk to the man (orc?) himself and ask, "Dude, WTF happened?". In attempting to reconcile my feelings, I had to sacrifice my wishful thinking for who and what the <Son of Hellscream> from all those years ago had become, and accept what had drawn me to him initially: his instability and his depression.  

Garrosh's core character, from all that I can gather, is that he is unstable and miserable. From start to finish, Garrosh is miserable. It is the only way I can imagine the descent of a fearful, suicidal orphan into the fully hardened numbness and apathy and hatred of a genocidal sociopath.

However, I am not attempting to garner any sympathy for Warchief Hellscream (or even the Overlord Hellscream of the Wrath era). My wish fulfillment and "head canon" extends only as far as my attempts to rationalize the myriad conflicting storylines Garrosh was subject to throughout the years and unify them into one semi-coherent character. 

I love that Garrosh was canonically chronically ill as a child (I was too); I love that he was (is?) mentally ill (I was/am too); I love that Garrosh is one of the major canon explorations of the less-than-glorious ramifications of war on an individual level, as memorable to me as the quest for Mankrik's wife. 

When I first played through Burning Crusade ten years ago, I thought his presence was an Easter egg, a callback to those who had played through Warcraft 3 and remember Grom’s sacrifice to ask themselves, “What about those who remember life before the demon blood? Is Grom truly a hero, or is he simply repaying a debt?” (As many a comedian have put it, there is applause for recovery; there is no applause for never having been an addict.)

And to have Grommash’s son, of all potential critics, take the brunt of that, was a bold and interesting consideration. On top of everything it reconnected Thrall to his family: his true name, his biological grandmother, and his “nephew” Garrosh (although by all accounts Garrosh cannot possibly be younger than Thrall). But it also introduced a kind of storyline that I hadn’t seen previously in WoW: we didn’t get a quest to lead Garrosh from the village and make his death look like an accident; we didn’t challenge him for leadership; we didn’t stage a coup; we didn’t even accept the role of Mag’hari chieftain when he offered it to us (unlike our veneration in Ogri’la). Everyone asked you to simply do what Garrosh, “The Impotent Leader”, could not. He was incompetent, but he was protected. He, like everyone else in his village, is doing his best to survive in spite of his affliction, be it physical or mental destitution.

I remember thinking he was Geyah’s son/grandson until the reveal that Garad was her husband, and Durotan her son. Yet from her quest text she had so much faith in Garrosh that I was convinced they were related, especially because he had no faith in himself.

There are three pieces of quest text that have stuck out to me and remain lodged in my brain over the years, paraphrased as follows:

• “Curse you, and curse your ancestors! Only blood can cool my rage, so if that is your wish then... Throw yourself into the heart of the Skullsplitters in the east. [...] May he tear off your limbs and leave you to rot and be eaten by carrion.” — Speaking with Gan’zulah, a defunct quest part of the Saving Yenniku questline • “If you are ever captured by Legion, tell them ‘Xar il romath da tidesbi.’ They will kill you instantly for insulting their god, sparing you intolerable torture or worse.” — Commander To’arch, Hellfire Peninsula [I once posted this line in a creepypasta thread on /x/ circa 2007 lmao] • “Everyone is proud. Proud that we may live to see another winter. But beyond that, what is there? Maybe you should lead this clan, [Arete]. Maybe then I will be allowed to die when the Greatmother passes. Allowed to finally erase the shame of my family name. I long for such peace.” — The Inconsolable Chieftain, [now] penultimate quest in the Garadar questline

You see where I'm going with this.

The only other quest I can think of that stirred such morbid anguish in me comparable to Garrosh’s was the starting quest in Tirisfal Glades where you collect duskbat wings/pelts to stitch into blankets for Gretchen Dedmar, who is succumbing to the chill of Mindlessness/reverting to Scourge. Until WotLK, the motif of “hopelessness” was not one I had personally seen much of in WoW, despite playing a Forsaken. There were sad, sentimental moments. But moments of failure, of bleak resignation, were few and far between. And the most that I did find were in reference to the Scourge or major events that had already occurred (Stratholme, the Sundering, etc.). 

Garrosh and Mankrik’s problems were domestic; pedestrian, almost, like gathering the cactus apples in Razor Hill or disrupting the love triangle of trolls at Swamprat Post. Most of all, they were personal. Mankrik wanted his wife to come home safe. Garrosh does not want to turn out like his father. Mankrik must defend his home from angry quilboar and marauding centaur. Garrosh must defend his village from invading ogres while resisting the urge to off himself for the sake of his people.

And, again, because I main a Forsaken, my WotLK starting zone was Howling Fjord (this is also what I played in the LK beta). I must have done the Borean Tundra quests in a blur because I have no memory of them from that time period, other than Kalu’ak dailies, DEHTA quests, and Saurfang and Garrosh’s conversation in the foyer of Warsong Hold. [Note: I have very little memory of 2009-2010 for other reasons. Reasons much like The Inconsolable Chieftain. And by that I mean suicidal depression. HAHA.] Other than that, I gave Garrosh little to no concern during my few months of WotLK. I saw that Blizzard had carried Garrosh over from the portal to Azeroth to assist in Northrend, and I took it in the same type of stride as “Oh, how nice of them to include this Easter egg for the players. The orc we saved followed Thrall into Azeroth." I had also, apparently, missed the mak’gora.

But it's not as if I had forgotten about Garrosh; I did work my way to becoming exalted with the Mag'har during Burning Crusade to earn a talbuk, and I spent countless hours outside Garadar fishing up and cooking poached bluefish for my raiding boyfriend at the time. “Trading kandi with ogres” was how I referred to grinding obsidian warbeads for rep. And every time I went past the campfire to Warden Bullrok to turn them in, I would /hug Garrosh (and stick around for the Thrall event, should it have been ongoing). 

And Garrosh did not forget about me, either. 

Do not think that I have forgotten what you did for my people in Nagrand, [Arete]. Hellscream never forgets. For that I am indebted to you and it is why I give you this chance now: run. Leave this place and never look back. Return to your home and say a prayer for the dying. (x)

Garrosh apparently talked a lot of big game in WotLK, but I did not bear any witness to it before quitting. I had barely made it into Sholazar Basin and did not touch Icecrown, the Storm Peaks, or Wintergrasp. So the way I interpreted this opening statement from Hellscream was him admitting to me, his friend, someone that he knew he could trust, who knew him as he was before, that he was afraid. After all of Thrall’s encouragement, and Garrosh getting the confidence to leave his village and give himself to the Horde, feeling his namesake redeemed, feeling a future was possible, Garrosh was still terrified. “You got roped up in my business once before, and I am thankful it worked out for the both of us. But I got myself into this mess and I cannot have you bail me out again.” He took a leap in a rogue moment of assurance and then, upon settling back into his depressive median, steps back and thinks, “I have made a terrible mistake.” (>when youre feeling good and make plans >when those plans actually arrive and you have to be social)

This is further heightened by Garrosh’s response to the player if they have not completed the quest chain:

A hero of the Horde, eh? <Garrosh sniffs at the air around you.> Fear... <Garrosh spits.> You won't last long. (x)

He himself is most definitely afraid. But he does not trust you, so this is how he tells you. He accuses you. He affirms this aloud, for himself, passing the blame to you. Anyone would fear standing at the Lich King’s doorstep, most certainly an orc who has known starvation and disease and death and shame, but also blue skies and white clouds and bright sunshine.

The red of Durotar was dismal enough. The gray endless death is even more difficult to bear.

And so, this is the mindset and place where my story begins: after Burning Crusade, after the first mak’gora with Thrall, after the summit in the comics, after clawing their way through the kvaldir and erecting Warsong Hold, but before Garrosh and Saurfang’s conversation, and before the rest of the Horde reinforcements (the players) arrive. I wanted to capture that tenuous period of Garrosh’s ego boost having only barely thrust him out of his dysthymic doldrums, still wrestling with his twenty-plus years of self-resentment, still trying neurotypicality (for lack of a better word) on for size like a garment in need of tailoring. Garrosh yearns to run with the pack but is a coyote among wolves.

This is the Garrosh I knew and remembered. So when I came back to Azeroth... well, you know the rest.

==============

Valkosk - 01/17/2017 It was Garrosh first command experience where he was trying to prove himself amongst his war seasoned clan that he had the brutal edge needed to command the Warsong or Blizzard's writing team didn't think about over arching storyline for their individual heroes. Might be that second one. Keelhaul - 01/17/2017 All he did in Warsong Hold was turtle. He literally brags about it. Arete - 8:52 PM

Keelhaul - 2:43 PM Boreal Tundra Garrosh to player: "I hate you. I'm ignoring everybody who wants to help/needs our help. Later, I'll send you on a suicide mission." Borean Tundra Saurfang to player: "Ignore Garrosh, he's being a bitch again. Here is how you can help us, and also there are others you can probably help in the other room. Later, I'll go behind Garrosh's back to save you from death." Saurfang is the true hero of the Warsong Offensive. Seriously, every quest in that zone comes down to "we need to clean up Garrosh's mess" or "Garrosh is refusing to do anything productive, so we need to go help _ ourselves."

SOURCE? cause garry told ME to go home & pray for my family because he loves me

Keelhaul - 9:05 PM [links the Foolish Endeavors quest dialogue]

Arete - 9:13 PM wtf is a flenser is varidus an elite? is that why you say he sends you to your death alone? or do other npcs call it a suicide mission? i gotta get my characters up to 70 so i can play through the wotlk campaigns again its been almost 10 years since i did saurfang is such a good dad omg

Keelhaul - 9:17 PM You deliver him intelligence some of the Forsaken spies died to deliver, basically saying that a Necrolord is found and such-and-such place. They ask Garrosh for help, he says "I'm just going to send you." The one Forsaken agent spying on him is stunned to learn that you're the only one coming to help, so he moreorless just assumes you're both going to die. The fight begins, and it's immediately obvious that you can't win. The boss stuns both of you, tells an assistant to take you away. The assistant reveals himself as Saurfang, and then basically carries you for the whole fight.

Arete - 9:18 PM damn saurfang is such a fuckin bro garry trusts me because i am strong

Keelhaul - 9:20 PM He's a tool to everyone who didn't see him as a bitch in Nagrand. :stuck_out_tongue:

Arete - 9:21 PM fuckin yikes!!! he was a lil bitch but i was too some of us were beginning our descents into mental illness alongside Garrosh <Son of Hellscream> in Garadar :sob: i mean there's no denying he's a piece of shit idiot post-wotlk he's an incorrigible racist asshole in pandaria it really sucked fo rme to find a character i identified with 10 years prior had been taken down the route he was i had quit wow before the release of ulduar & came back in WoD because i heard there would be new models. i knew nothing about the new xpac storyline or anything that had transpired past black temple so IMAGInE MY SURPRISE WHEn A CHARACTER I THOUGHT WAS JUST An EASTER EGG FOR OnE OF THE MOST MEMORABLE QUESTLInES In ALL OF TBC IS REVEALED TO LITERALLY BE A GEnOCIDAL FASCIST DICTATOR "hey things worked out well for hellscream!!! maybe, despite my depression, things can work out for me too!" 'HAHA nOOOOO BITCH' its just so sad, like what a shame :frowning: im still tryna cope

[end log]

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #147

"Brothers, Azrael and Slender, Mission of Mercy, Drunken Dragon”

[Jeff] - Let go!

[liu] NO!

[Jeff] - YES!

[liu] NO!

[Doc] Looks over at the two. - Hey Jeff? How's Jane doing?

[Jeff] - Snobby but beautiful... FUCK!

[Doc] Aww. I know she's still mad at you for burning her, please let her know she can come back anytime she wants and I'll work on her skin some more.

[gem] -lets go of jeff since liu has him-

[Jeff] - Shut up!

[Doc] But you will tell her? Won't you?

[Jeff] - Oh fuck no!

[Doc] Even if it would give you a better chance with her?

[Jeff] - No!

[Doc] shrugs- Okay. It's up to you. She'll probably get curious and come back on her own anyway. She seemed rather intent on having it healed, I think she just has trust issues with me.

[KB] No. It's just me who can turn into a cat. My Steve isn't the brightest person I know, that's all I can say.

[Doc] What's the situation on your home seed KB?

[Jeff] Growls and struggles against Liu-

[liu] -is doing is best to not let go-

[Jeff] Struggles out of Liu's grip-

[liu] nooo brother!

[Jeff] Bolts a distance away with Smile running after him-

[KB] Hm? How my world is in general? Or?

[Doc] Well you're here, so I wondered if it was something specific that made you leave and go wandering. Some brines flee because of war, others just because they feel unwanted.

[KB] I come and go wherever I feel like most of the time. I guess I just needed a break from my own universe.

[Doc] Ah, okay. Well you're always welcome here.

[Notch] Can I ask... what your NOTCH is to you? Apart from someone you don't like.

[KB] My Notch? I used to rule my universe with him, before he exiled me. So I see him as greedy and careless.

[Notch] What happened between you to change your alliance?

[Doc] We did have a case where one NOTCH AI injured and impersonated a more peaceful one in order to destroy his brine.

[KB] He said I was getting too violent with the power. And he found out something else. Which I don't want to share. And huh. What happened with that?

[Notch] I understand.

[Doc] Maybe if you feel more comfortable in the coming days or months we can speak of it again, if you wish.

[Notch] It was very sad... It was Cp's father. The NOTCH that raised him and Stevie. Another NOTCH invaded their seed and impersonated him. It nearly destroyed CP and drove him straight into the arms of Slender and his ilk. I was there when we found his father, so glitched he was dying slowly in a bed tended by the other refugees he'd gathered. I.... watched him go, and Cp just... crumbled. Stevie doesn't know. He thinks I'm his real father. Please don't tell him.

[KB] Maybe. We'll see. And yikes. Guess not all Notch's are good then.

[Notch] Their temperments vary as much as Herobrine's do. Cp's father was kind-hearted. And the ones we took in as refugees are peaceful. Most of them have some kind of PTSD and just want to be left in peace.

[Doc] They're not on this seed exactly. It's a sub seed I've loaded on a console. It's in a locked room underground and they can't get out from there without one of us. But they have plenty of space to live and build where they are. They're sharing the seed with several Enderdragons, mostly babies.

[KB] Oh. I see. My Notch is all about "peace" and wanting what's best for his world. -He cringed a bit, baring his fangs.- Guess I was ruining that "peace."

[Doc] A control freak and a griefer are never a good combination. But then I guess banishment is mild compared to some of the horror stories I've heard.

[gem] like mine he was very much a horror story he ripped off my wings

[Doc] See?

[Jeff] - Who fucking cares!

[gem] you should about you brother

[Doc] I don't expect you to give a shit Jeff. As far as I can tell you only care about yourself.

[liu] -is on the ground crying-

[Jeff] - Hey, I care about my dog too asshole!

[Doc] Rolls hir eyes.

[Notch] Goes to Liu - Hey... It's gonna be okay, don't cry.

[liu] I just want me and jeff to be close again

[Notch] Sits down beside him, - I know. It's hard. But creepypastas teach eachother that showing emotion is weakness, it's hard to get around that mental block.

[liu] he can't even forgive him self when I forgive him.

[Notch] I know... It's like Cp and Stevie. I want to see them close again as well, but Cp never stops fighting it.

[liu] -is calming down and wiping away his tears but he is still sniffling-

[Notch] Rustles around in his inventory and offers Liu a cookie.

[liu] -takes the cookie- thank you -noms on the cookie-

[Notch] You're welcome - pats him on the shoulder. - And if you need someone to talk too, I'm usually around. I've got a new house right in front of Lies - Points

[liu] thank you notch

[Notch] Anytime. Are you still knocking around Doc's house? Or have you made yourself a place yet?

[Stevie] Opening a side door- Father!  I'm hungry!

[liu] I've been staying at doc's in jeff's old room but I think I am going to make a place around here soon

[Notch] Perks up a little - Rude, but acceptable. [At Stevie]

[Stevie] - What's rude?

[Notch] Don't be a stranger, okay?

[Notch] Turns to Stevie- It's not nice to demand that people do things for you. It's much better to ask politely.

[Stevie] - Oh...  Sorry...  But brother does that all the time with Lie!

[liu] I wont be.

[Doc] Yeh and it's not okay for him to do it either, but he's a bit big for the frequent spankings it would take to correct his behavior. You, however, are not.

[Stevie] - No!- He runs back inside

[Doc] Looks over at Notch. - You or me?

[Notch] Gets up with a sigh - I'll do it. - Goes after Stevie. His voice can be heard as the door shuts. - If that's the way you want to be; bad little boys don't get any dessert.

[Stevie] - I'm not bad!

[Doc] Grumbles- you will be if you model your behavior after your brothers....

[Jeff] - ...  Who the fuck was that!?

[Doc] Hmm? That's Cp's little brother, Stevie.

[Jeff] - He has a brother?

[Doc] Yes. They were estranged for a long time. But he got a bad potion and turned back into a child so Cp and Notch and Lie are taking care of him.

[Jeff] Starts laughing- Stupid fucking asshole fucking deserves it!

[Doc] What? Taking care of his brother? Cp loves Stevie or he wouldn't be doing it.

[Jeff] - Yeah right, just like he "loves" that whore?

[Doc] You know every time you call her that I have to resist the urge to smack that look off your face. Lie is not a whore and Cp does love her and his brother. You're just jelous that he can show some affection without having a panic attack and running away like you.

[Jeff] - I do not have a problem and the bitch is a whore!

[Doc] Do I have to dump more honesty flowers on you? Get over yourself Jeff. You're likely also mad that he actually managed to secure a relationship when you fucked up so badly.

[Jeff] - Hey, I'm perfect and beautiful

[Doc] There's good self-esteem and then theres being a narsisstic ass bag. Guess which one you're doing?

[Jeff] Flips Doc off-

[Doc] No thank you. I also have a mate already. Because I know how to properly treat someone I love.

[Jeff] - Shut the fuck up asshole

[Doc] Is flapping hir fingers in the form of a mouth in time with Jeffs words.

[Stevie] Comes running back outside-

[Doc] Gives him a suspicious look -

[Notch] Comes out running after him. - You get back here!

[Stevie] Whines-

[Notch] And stop whining. I thought you wanted to eat?

[Stevie] - But I'm not a bad boy!

[Notch] At the moment yes you are. You're running around all crazy instead of eating your lunch, that you demanded no less.

[Stevie] Shifts nervously before approaching Notch-

[Notch] Holds the door open for him- That's better

[Stevie] Walks through-

[Notch] Fading as the door shuts- I made chicken and potatoes, just be good and eat.

[Jeff] - You know what, fuck this place, I need to get back to Slender, who the fuck can open a portal for me?

[Doc] Cp can do it. Also Silver and Splender.

[Jeff] - Endrea said CP was resting

[Doc] You asked who could, not who would. I think Glitchy and Strangled can make portals too. But I'm not sure where Glitchy is or if Strangled will even talk to you.

[Jeff] - Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

[Mew] Mew.  -Just plops onto Doc's head-

[Doc] Hey I'd let you out but I can't make portals into the real world, only into other games. -is bonked- Oh! Oh, hey Mew.

[Mew] Mew.

[Jeff] Grumbles angrily-

[Mew] Owner would take you back. But good luck finding him. I think he was at that place with all those horses last? - sways tail back and forth-

[Jeff] - What fucking place with all the horses!?

[Mew] Well If you were to ask nicely...... I might show you....

[Jeff] - Fuck that

[Mew] Well! Then you're stuck here!

[Jeff] - Screw this! I don't care is he's "resting", like that Bayard sleeps anyways, in gonna go tell at him-Starts tromping up the stairs to Lie's house

[Doc] Shrugs and follows, Xe makes a gesture to Kittybrine and Liu to do the same if they want. -

[Jeff] Kicks the door in, breaking it- Hey fucke- Whoa!

[Honedge] Is now on the defensive-

[Doc] Yeah it's not hard to break wooden doors, but breaking into a brines house is a super quick way to get your ass kicked.

[Jeff] - Fuck off you stupid sword!

[Honedge] Prepares for an attack-

[Mew] Get rekt, prick. -making a nest out of doc's hair-

[Doc] Hey Mew? Fair warning, you may get Pikachu-style shocked if you rub my hair the wrong way, Why don't you sit on my shoulder instead?

[Mew] ...Nah, its comfy here.

[Doc] Okay, just don't want you to get pissed off because of something that comes to me naturally. - a little bit of a crackle spikes along the edges of hir hair.

[Doc] Decides to walk over a bit under the bridge and call out - Hey Lie? Are you up? You might be needed to stop cp murdering Jeff in a few minutes.

[liu] -is looking though the door watching jeff-

[Lie] Grumbles as she pulls the blankets on the bed closer- Oh come on, it's ben a relatively quiet morning!

[Doc] I'm sorry Lie, but i think it's nessesary

[Lie] Groans-

[Jeff] Is busy dodging the angry Honedge- FUCK OFF YOU STUPID FUCKING SWORD!

[Doc] I have something to show you if that makes it any better

[Lie] - But the bed is warm!

[liu] jeff be careful.

[Doc] but your entryway is about to be soiled with bloodstains

[Lie] - ...  CP, there's somebody at the door

[CP] Growls a little and shifting can be heard as he gets out from under the blankets and starts making his way towards the front door-

[Doc] He might not be there for long....

[Honedge] Jabs forwards as it spots an opening only to be jerked to a stop as CP grabs it's sash-

[CP] - That's fucking enough

[Doc] waves cheerfully

[Jeff] - There you re you fucker!  Open a fucking way out!

[CP] - Did you seriously disrupt my morning just for that?

[Doc] he just came to pick up Smile

[Jeff] - What?  It's not like you and that whore were doing anything!

[CP] Immediately punches Jeff in the face which sends him tumbling down the stairs-

[Doc] Glutton for punishment

[liu] jeff are you ok?

[Doc] I told you he loves her, you're so stubborn

[CP] - Go ask BEN to let you out

[Doc] See this is why you need to teach me Cp

[liu] ben is busy with hyrule.

[CP] Grumbles and glares at Doc, he's not happy about his morning being interrupted-

[Lie] Comes out of their bedroom, heading for the workroom- I'm going to get some breakfast

[Jeff] His nose is now bleeding- YOU FUCKER!

[CP] - I don't care what BEN is doing, this fucker is his partner, he can deal with him

[liu] I think aven is too tired to watch hyrule because of the giant flood she accidently made

[Hope] Peeks around CP's leg and mews a little-

[Mew] Mew.

[Hope] Mews at Mew-

[Mew] Meww.

[Doc] is standing in the doorway, and falls into step behind Lie

[Lie] Yawns a bit as the Vulpix runs ahead of her- So what brings you out here Doc?

[Doc] I was just keeping an eye on Jeff, but he seems determined to get slapped around by everyone on the server

[Lie] - I wonder if it's like that in the real manor as well?

[Doc] maybe less then you'd think since the Slenderbeings seem to smack them when they get out of hand

[Lie] - Perhaps that's a good thing in his case?

[Doc] He's a narcissist and emotionally constipated, I'm not sure corporal punishment as done much for his temperament so far.

[Lie] - Well what can we do then?

[Mew] Owner punched Jeff once. -Just leaning down a bit and resting paws on Doc's face- Once. It was oddly satisfying to see though!

[Doc] pushes up Mews paws-

[Mew]-Slides them back down very slowly- Mew.

[Hope] Is following them-

[Doc] Lifts Mew off and sets them down in front of Hope. - I think that's enough of that

[Hope] Sniffs at Mew-

[Mew] You're no fun. Normal cats are so boring...

[Hope] Pounces Mew-

[Lie] Yawns again as they enter the work room, spotting Notch and Stevie eating- Morning

[Stevie] - Morning miss Lie!

[Doc] So anyway I have something to show you, TLOT did a little floral project and I put some enhancements on it, but I think you could make it grow normally and maybe get some seeds from it rather then just me copying the same plant over and over.

[Lie] - Oh?  What is it?

[Doc] Xe takes out what looks like a potted bird of paradise bloom, the petals ladder up from purple to red in a rainbow pattern.

[Lie] - Okay...  Was he bored or inspired?

[Stevie] - Pretty!

[Doc] Actually it's a defensive plant, it makes interference when you shake it. If you're vigorous enough it makes such a riot of colors and lights you can make someone faint with it.

[Lie] - Okaaaaaaaaaay...  What brought this about exactly?

[Doc] We were thinking of calling it a Color Plume unless you've got a better suggestion. Oh? I think the thing with the peacock was irritating him and he thought flowers would be more relaxing. The usage was my idea.

[Lie] - I see, and I don't mind the name at all

[Luna] Is carrying a bundle of laundry down to the laundry room of the manor, she's still nervous about being in the manor-

[Solace] -Folding laundry to have something to do, he can't exactly leave yet, after all.-

[Luna] Trips as she goes through the doorway with a small yelp-

[Solace] -A tendril flicks up to stop Luna from falling to the ground-

[Luna] - Ah, thank you Solace...

[Anne] Scoffs as she walks past Luna with a stack of bloody bandages which need washing.  She see's Luna as pathetically weak-

-There's a tiny gust of wind that blows under the front door of the manor, it wends it's ways down the halls with ease since two of the more powerful Slenders are away. It amuses itself with a puff of cold air on Luna's neck. -

[Luna] Yelps a little and tries to turn around in Solace's tendril to see what's there-  What was that!?

[Anne] - Nothing, you stupid little girl, honestly, your too skittish

-The quiet entity chuckles to itself, drawing a feather it was gifted invisibly across Anne's cheek.

[Anne] Lifts her hand and rubs under the straps of her medical mask before dumping the bloody bandages into a bucket of cold water-

[Xophiel] Whispers a few words to Luna. - Slender should know. There are wolves in the woods, but they'll eat the SCP too.

[Luna] - Seriously!  Who's there!?

[Xophiel] A... friend... of the one who saved you.

[Luna] Is still very nervous- Solace?  I'm hearing things...

[Xophiel] Shhhhh, just deliver the message little one.

[Solace] This place tends to do that, don't worry about it.

[Xophiel] Offender especilly will understand.

[Luna] - It's saying there are wolves attacking the SCP?

[Anne] - Wolves?  No animals can be within the woods proper without the Master's knowledge...

[Xophiel] They're not ordinary wolves, and their master is far harsher then your own. But it does allow them so fun occasionally.

[Luna] Is getting more than a little panicked now as she moves closer to Solace- Solace?  I don't like this...

-Solace tucks Luna close with her arm, tendril retreating now that Luna was close enough-

[Solace] It's fine, I promise Luna. This sort of thing is normal here, odd things happen all the time.

[Luna] - If...  If you're sure...

[Luna] - Wha...  What do you want me to do?

[Anne] - How about you shut your mouth

[Solace] Anne, if you're smart, you'll stop.

[Anne] - You are not my Master

[Solace] Maybe not, but I will not tolerate that attitude.

[Anne] - And why should you care?

[Luna] - Solace, it's okay...  I'm not as strong as them, it's...  Understandable, that they be irritated with me...

[Solace] Even so, that gives them no reason to be rude.

[Anne] - Well you'd better get used to it

[Anne] Begins working on washing the bandages-

[Xophiel] Has added ink to the washing machine so the bandages come out nearly black and smelling faintly of cassia.

-Levels a mildly annoyed look on Anne, not that you can tell.-

[Solace] - begins to lead Luna out of the room-'

[Anne] - What the fuck?- She pulls out one of the bandages and scowls behind her mask- What the hell? We need these for the others!

[Luna] - What's wrong Anne?

[Anne] - The bandages are somehow even more soiled! I swear, if this is someone's idea of a joke...

[Azrael] Has manifested near Slender and is catching souls as he kills the SCP

[Slender] Can sense Azriel, having run into him a few times before- It has been some time, old companion

[Azrael] wryly - I'VE BEEN BUSY, YOURE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH FAMILY YOU KNOW.

[Slender] - True, although mine of late keeps being taken from me and...  Changed- He sends a tendril straight through a humans torso raising them up to impale them on the branches above

[Azrael] IVE HEARD SECONDHAND AT LEAST, BUT DONT YOU THINK THINGS WERE OVERDUE FOR A LITTLE SHAKING UP? YOUVE BEEN ATTRACTING A LOT OF ATTENTION WITH YOUR FAMILIES ACTIONS.

[Slender] - Yes I know that!  I was hoping they'd have gained more control by now

[Azrael] there's  a slightly smug cast to his skull - I GUESS DOING THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER HOPING FOR A DIFFERENT RESULT IS THE DEFINITION OF MADNESS. INSANITY IS GETTING TOO BIG FOR HER BRITCHES ANYWAY, SHE NEEDS A NEW DIVERSION

[Slender] - She is what she is, even she is finding it harder to find victims

[Azrael] ITS BECAUSE ONE OF HER COUNTERPARTS HAS BEEN DISTRACTED AS WELL. HE LOST SOMETHING AND EVEN NOW HIS MINIONS ROAM YOUR WORLD SEARCHING FOR IT IN VAIN.

[Slender] - I see...  Still, as knowledge of our existence becomes more well known, the more difficult it becomes to hunt, they avoid the woods, they avoid Offender's roses, they avoid the sights which the digital pasta's sometimes use to hunt as well

[Azrael] THEN I wOulD sAy... let them heal. - he's seems to be struggling to keep his funeral intonation at a more normal tone and it's a sound Slender has never heard from the lipless mouth of Death.

[Slender] Tilts his head in interest at the sound- I have tried, I have watched them, to see if it were capable of it, even with Insanity removed I'm having to stop Jeff from cutting open his face, Jane still has her night terrors about the night Jeff tried to change her.  Even though she is gone, her effects seem to be too far ingrained into them

[Azrael] THESE THINGS TAKE TIME, I OF ALL SHOULD KNOW. BE PATIENT. THE ONE AT THE HEART OF THIS IS INTERESTING, ARE THEY NOT? IVE FORGIVEN THEM FOR BRINGING A FEW CHILDREN BACK TO LIFE IN RETURN FOR THE MULTITUDES THEY RELEASED. SOME HAD BEEN WAITING 100 YEARS TO BE GIVEN UNTO ME.

[Slender] - I will admit they are interesting, they did prevent me from losing Sally...  But what are these others you mention?

[Azrael] THE CHILD CAPTIVES OF YOUR CLOWN PRINCE. THEY WERE HEALED, MOST PASSED ON TO THEIR PROPER REWARDS. BUT A FEW REMAIN INSIDE THE DOCTORS SANCTUARY, WHOLY DIGITAL NOW AND PLACED WITH NEW FAMILIES. SOME CREATURES CALLED TESTIFICATES.

[Slender] - Herobrine had mentioned those before...  And before you ask, no, I will not give the precious child to you

[Azrael] BE AT PEACE SLENDER, I HAVE NO INTEREST IN TAKING YOUR CHILD, SHE IS NOT SUFFERING LIKE THE OTHERS WERE. AND LIU WAS REVIVED WITH MY PERMISSION AND TAKEN IMMEDIATELY FROM THE WORLD WHERE HE NO LONGER BELONGS. I HAVE NO QUARREL WITH DIGITAL LIFE FORMS.

[Slender] Growls a little- The matter of his brother has been driving Jeff into distress

[Azrael] WHY? WAS IT NOT WHAT HE WANTED? I KNOW HE WAS RELIGIOUS IN VISITING THE BOYS RESTING PLACE.

[Slender] - Yes he was, but it is the only kill he has ever regretted, he cannot bring himself to forgive himself

[Slender] Stabs another human, beginning the process of disemboweling the human-

[Azrael] I GUESS IT IS ALL ON HOW DEEPLY HIS BROTHERS LOVE RUNS. HUMANS CAN BE RATHER TENACIOUS- he reaches forward and plucks the soul from the screaming human, holding it like a delicate egg in his skeletal hand.

[Slender] - Oh come now, you could have let that one suffer longer!

[Azrael] looks a bit irritated- I AM NOT YOU. AND THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I WAS UNABLE TO INTERFERE IN WHAT HAPPENED AROUND ME. THAT TiMe hAs... passed. I DO NOT THINK THAT TAKING ONE SOUL A LITTLE EARLY IN THIS FOREST OF HORRORS WILL LEAVE YOU HUNGRY. I HAVE... LATELY LEARNED THE VALUE OF A SINGLE SOUL EVEN MORE DEEPLY THEN I EVER FELT IT BEFORE. - he puts the glowing soul gently in a pocket of his robe.

[Slender] - You know full well I do not feast upon souls...  And I have met the one who bears your powers...  And since when do you interfere?

[Azael] SHE DOESN'T JUST BEAR MY POWERS SLENDER, I HAVE HERS AS WELL. I THOUGHT I GAVE HER A GIFT, BUT THEN I REALIZED IT WAS MORE A TRADE IN MY FAVOR.

[Slender] - You still have not answered my question

[Azrael] SINCE I... - his voice changes again, it seems a little deep but normal and calm-  I... was given free will.

[Slender] - A powerful ability, I remember when I gained it myself, not long after I first entered this dimension

[Azrael] SUCH A SMALL THING, BUT SO IMPORTANT. I'VE HAD GOOD FORTUNE IN MY DEALINGS. I HOPE YOU HAVE THE SAME IN YOURS.

[Slender] - I simply want my family back again to how it was, plus a few new additions I have heard of

[Azrael] ADDITIONS? AH, THE WIVES... I FEAR THAT YOU WILL BE DISAPPOINTED THERE. ONE IS ALREADY A CREEPYPASTA AND HER MATES TOUCH WOULD PURGE HER, AND THE OTHER CARRIES ANOTHER ANGELS PURIFYING FLAME.

[Slender] - I saw the flames of the one, and I've been informed of BEN's touch.  I must say it will be interesting to see how things turn out with Herobrine's mate

[Azrael] IT'S... not the healthiest relationship, I think. BUT SHE IS PATIENT, AND THE DOCTOR IS RATHER PERSISTANT IN MOLDING HIM.

[Slender] - So long as he is still capable of doing his job then I would not mind a little less violence.  There is a reason I usually refer to him as the Destructive Child

[Azreal] WORRY NOT, HE STILL DELIGHTS IN MISCHIEF AND SHADENFREUDE. IT IS SIMPLY, MORE CONTAINED NOW. I THINK HIS FREQUENT SOJOURNS AS A BEAST HAVE TAUGHT HIM SOME EMPATHY FOR THE WEAK.

[Slender] - Ah yes, I heard about the feline form- He senses some electrical equipment nearby and blasts it with an EMP

[Azrael] Bigger smile then usual - I'VE SEEN THE PICTURES.

[Slender] Sighs- If the others know I've seen it they will want to as well

[Azrael] I DIDN'T SAY I HAD THEM ON ME. YOU'RE SAFE FOR NOW. I MUST SAY MY DAUGHTERS FRIEND... IS QUITE ENTERTAINING. SHE SEEMS FILLED WITH A NEW PURPOSE TO TEACH THEM ALL KINDS OF INTERESTING THINGS.

[Slender] - Yes, I believe your daughter had a hand in helping my little one

[Azreal] OH YES, and with my blessings, I know how important Sally is to you. SHE WAS qUiTe adaMant iN telling me you were rude to her friends as well.

[Slender] - I was out of my territory around your child!  I had a right to be on edge!

[Azrael] She was upset because you tried to infect someone who was terrifed and only there to meet you. Akhet is very serious about people keeping their promises.

[Slender] - You know that I do not have absolute control over Insanity, it was one of the moments where my control...  Slipped...

[Azrael] She uses you Slender. Someday you'll have to admit it. If only to yourself. - Death gives him a wicked grin- Perhaps it's time you had a few more dealings with this Doctor. They seem quite competent and determined for a being that somehow managed to forget their own name. - chuckles and then speaks more softly- I know you'd be lonely without her voice. But perhaps I could introduce you to Lilith, I think you'd get along quite well.

[Slender] - Insanity has been here as far back as I can remember, even before I entered this dimension

[Azrael] So? She's old, so what? What about Tiamat? Do you have any problems with reptile women?

[Slender] - Why does it seem like you're trying to hook me up with someone?- He grabs a few more humans and snaps their necks

[Azrael] Just making suggestions. I think.... TimE is MOvinG alonG AND yOU NEED tO MOVE WITH IT, OR PERHAPS... BE LEFT BEHIND.

[Slender] - Horrors like myself are more effective when considered something much older.  Besides, from what my brothers say, the more modern times are rather hectic

[Azrael] As if you've never lied about your age... These are interesting times, I agree. SO MANY HUMANS, BUSY BUSY BUSY.

[Slender] - Luckily the youth are still just as idiotic as ever, daring each other to enter my woods

[Azreal] You wouldn't believe some of the ways I've seen them meet their ends... THEY THINK THEY'RE IMMORTAL AT THAT AGE.

[Slender] - Why do you think so many of the pasta's are of youthful age?

[Azrael] You certainly have your hands full Slender, I'd think you'd welcome some of them being absent and someone else's problem for  a while.

[Slender] - Their absence is a chance for them to come to serious harm...  Especially with some of their mentalities...

[Azrael] You... really think they can be hurt in a place where I have little to no authority?

[Slender] - Just because they are near impossible to kill, doesn't mean they have not come home with limbs almost missing, blood greatly missing, or most of their bodies burned

[Azreal] Stares at him for a long moment - YOU REALLY KNOW NOTHING OF THE GAME IN WHICH THEY RESIDE, DO YOU? PERHAPS YOU SHOULD BE ASKING MORE QUESTIONS WHEN YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY.

[Slender] - It is pointless for me old companion, Even with the games barricaded to withstand my powers, I will still cause harm to it

[Azrael] ARE YOU SO SURE? YOUR BROTHER SPLENDERMAN SEEMS TO HAVE ADAPTED VERY WELL. THOUGH IT IS PARTIALLY BECAUSE OF SOMETHING MY LITTLE ONE MADE FOR HIM.

[Slender] - I will owe her nothing

[Azrael] I DID NOT OFFER. THAT MAGICK IS HERS TO GIVE IF SHE CHOOSES AND SHE DOES NOT TRUST YOU NOW. I AM MERELY... I am only saying that it is stronger then you assume. IT IS A WORLD THAT MAKES IT'S OWN MAGICK, AND TAKES GOOD CARE OF IT'S OWN.

[Slender] - And I take care of my own as well

[Azrael] Casts his starry eyes on the carnage around them. He sweeps out a silvery wing and gathers a few more souls close to catch them in his hands. - I KNOW.

[Slender] His head snaps his head around, letting out a staticky hiss- Masky- He begins to quickly move through the trees towards his proxy

[Azrael] Follows curiously -

[Slender] - After several long hurried strides he finds Tici Toby supporting Masky, leading his away from a clearing.  There's blood blossoming on Masky's chest and a bit of it trickles out from under his mask

[Azrael] Hangs back and checks Masky's lifetimer.

[Toby] - M-m-master, he g-g-got-crack- shot

[Slender] - I can see that- He kneels down to check his oldest proxy over

[Slender] Hisses again- Toby, go find Offender, now

[Azrael] Grins to himself, he gives the lifetimer a bit of a shake and puts it away. Melting back into the shadows of the woods.

[Toby] Gently puts Masky down before running off to find the other Slender brother-

[Slender] His tendrils wave menacingly in the air as he waits for his brother, a single SCP agent dared to get close and was immediately destroyed.  There was a soft sound as Offender teleported nearby, no usual sign of his cocky nature as he kneels next to the proxy.

[Offender] Without a word lifts Masky's jacket and begins drooling on the wounds, his saliva a natural healing agent-

[Slender] - How many are left?

[Offender] - Not too many, we should have either chased them out or killed them within the next day or two

[Slender] - Make it a single day

[Offender] - Got it, you know, Rake and some of the others are injured as well?

[Slender] - Which is why I have Anne back at the manor prepping.  Who isn't injured?

[Offender] - Jane isn't, and I don't think Locklear is either...  Jeff still hasn't returned with Smile though

[Slender] - Then get him back here!

[Offender] - Hey now, talk to Splender about that, not me

[Slender] He's about to snap at Offender when there's a whirring sound and a large blade sliced across his back, taking some of his tendrils with it.  Offender quickly reaches out with his own tendrils, grabbing his brother and Masky before teleporting them to the manor-

[Offender] - Hang on brother

[Offender] Reaches out mentally for Splender-

[Splender] Stiffens as he hears Offender's message, quickly teleporting to where Jeff is and grabbing him- We need to go, now!

[CP] - Whats the rush Splendy?

[Splender] - Big brother is hurt!

[liu] whats going on?

[CP] - What, Slender is hurt?

[Splender] - That's what Offender said!  Now where's Smile?

[Smile] Snuck in after Lie and Doc to beg for food-

[Smile] Whines at Doc-

[Doc] Peeks out the back door - Splender?

[Splender] - HI!  CAN'T TALK< NEED TO GET TO REAL WORLD!  SMILE COME HERE!

[Doc] What's going on? You look rather agitated. Wait, where's Ej and Sally?

[liu] -hugs jeff one more time- bye jeff come back and visit.

[Splender] - BROTHER IS INJURED!  NEED TO GET THERE!

[Doc] Shit, really?! - wide eyes

[Splender] - YES!- He starts making an opening

[Doc] Is kind of sidling forward, - do you? Need help?

[Splender] - I DON'T KNOW!- The main foyer of the manor can be seen through the opening

[Jeff] Is growling a little-

[Doc] Yells- CP! I need you!

[CP] - I'm right here asshole

[Splender] Is already pulling Jeff through who calls for Smile to follow-

[liu] -is waving good bye to jeff-

[Doc] Is obviously torn between the urge to help someone hurt and not wanting to be somewhere xe can't get out of, the thoughts are loud enough for Cp to hear quite clearly. Xe bites hir lip in a panic and gives him a rather helpless expression.

[CP] Grumbles- Fiiiiiiiiiiine

[Doc] Grabs his hand gratefully and pulls him through with hir. - Thank you

[Smile] Comes barreling towards them from behind and accidentally bumps Lie through-

[Lie] Yelps as she falls through-

[Doc] Stoops to help Lie up, - ah shit....

[Splender] Isn't paying attention as he shuts the opening-

[Lie] - Thanks Doc- Shudders as the atmosphere of the manor falls over her

[CP] Is on high alert, knowing that Lie is there-

[Doc] Spawn one of the flowers you made for Sweet Alex, it should cut the smell.

[Anne] Goes past carrying many bandages and towards the living room-

[Lie] - Good idea- She spawns a mild one, not wanting the smell to be overwhelming

[Splender] Races after Anne to the living room-

[Doc] Follows at a quick pace.

[Slender] Is on the ground, his black blood spilling from the large gash on his back, there are visible stumps where his tendril were.  Offender is next to him gathering his saliva-

[Doc] Holy.... Sorry in advance Slender! - Runs right for him.

[Slender] Gives off an aggressive static hiss-

[Splender] - Careful it's not often that brother is in this sort of pain, it makes him aggressive

[CP] Keeps Lie close to him, debating if he should have her wait in his room or not-

[Doc] Xe spawns a bucket of lava and takes a handful before putting it away, Xe grips it like a ball and cauterizes the stumps of tendrils with it.

[Slender] His remaining tendrils whip out at Doc as fast as a bull whip-

[Offender] Reaches out with his own tendrils to try and contain Slender's-

[Doc] Gets smacked in the face and hard enough on the arm to send the ball of lava flying into the fireplace where it eats a small hole in the brickwork.

[CP] - And something else for me to fix...  Great

[Lie] Spawns a few of her healing flowers around the room-

[Anne] Is laying out bandages-

[Doc] Hits the floor with a muscular crack. - Fuuuuck! - Hir leg is twisted at an unnatural angle.

[Lie] - Doc!

[Doc] Xe lets out a growl of hir own and turns to sit flat before snapping the limb back into place with a burst of static.  - Want to play rough eh? - Xe pulls out a needle and thread.

[Splender] - Be careful Doc!

[Slender] His static is growing to near painful levels-

[CP] Checks on Lie to make sure she isn't effected by the static-

[Doc] Bolts forward and wraps an arm around Slenders neck from the back, Xe sticks the needle into the cloth of his suit and struggles to hang on as xe's bucked around.

[Slender] His mouth opens wide, sharp teeth bared as he tries to get his tendrils free from Offender, Lie's healing flowers aren't as strong here as usual-

[Doc] Gets a good grip on his neck and is actually stitching his back wound as the Slender being tries to bite at hir arm under his chin.

[CP] Pushes Lie back and away from the danger-

[Doc] Bites off the thread and spawns a healing potion before splashing it over the wound and a large area of the carpet.

[Offender] Grins- Well that seems a tad more efficient than my saliva

[Doc] Nearly bites off hir own tongue from the bouncing - Slender! Please calm down!

[Slender] Angry noises-

[Doc] Suddenly stops - OH! DUH! Offender! Let go of him!

[Offender] - Nope, he will impale you faster than you can imagine

[Doc] No, I've got this! Trust me! I'm faster!

[Offender] After an affirmation from Splender he let's go of his brother's tendrils-

[Doc] Is already transforming, faster then lighting xe's wrapped around Slender like a python, with all his remaining tendrils pinned against his body -

[Slender] Releases an EMP blast-

[Doc] Swears very loudly-

[Lie] Yells a little and grips herself in pain-

[CP] - SHIT!-  He's quickly going over Lie's code, trying to correct it

[Doc] Jerks reflextively, going rigid like someone electrocuted. Hir jaw accidently smacks Slender on the top of his head.

[Slender] Hisses-

[Splender] - We could always lock him in his room...

[Doc] Is still holding Slender securely - I think I'm gonna throw up - xe wheezes.

[CP] - Hang on Doc, let me take care of Lie first

[Doc] I'm not errored. I just need a drink.... oh gods anything.... please

[Splender] Darts to the kitchen-

[Doc] Is obviously dizzy. - That may be the rudest thing a patient has ever done to me....

[Offender] Pulls a bottle of whiskey out of his coat and offers it-

[Doc] Just opens hir jaws for it. Xe's holding Slender with hir paws anyway-

[Offender] Dumps the bottle in- I have more if you want any

[Doc] Swallows the burning mouthful and hir head sways for a moment. - Please.... little more....

[Offender] Pulls out another bottle and pours more-

[Doc] Gives a little hiccup and hir expression softens as hir head goes fuzzy. - Thanks for that.

[Offender] - No problem

[Splender] Returns with water- HERE YOU GO!

[Doc] Focuses on Slender again - And you... you are rude. Rude rude rude!

[Offender] - Yeah...  He's out of it, this always happens when he gets this injured

[Doc] Rolls a bit to free one paw, xe pats Slender on the head- Reminds me - hic- of somebody elshe I know.

[CP] - Shut it Doc- He's got Lie's code almost completely corrected now

[Doc] Nope! Not gonna. because, Because I did gooood. I get to gloat a liiitle bit.

[Lie] - Is...  Is Doc drunk?  Here?

[CP] - Yup

[Doc] Immm not. That's a dirrty lie. Hahah, Lie isn't dirty though. She's lovely and mostly white.

[Lie] - What do we do with Doc now?

[Doc] Do? You don't haf to do nuffin Lie. Me and mah buddy Slendie here- xe flips hir tail fluff towards him - we're just gonna... gonna chill on the carpet for a leetle bit. -hic-

[Doc] Oh an shanks for the drink Offie, fucking interference dosen't hurt so bad when my heads fulla wool blocks and alkiehol.