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so it looks like i’ll be bringing this place back from the dead Huh. here’s a bit of a tvengerverse anon lore update i worked my way through on discord:
so yeah i guess i’m bringing this bad boy back, at least for my one (1) muse: vir cinereus byron smith, husband of the antqueen & father to uh. twins who might also need new names. no clue.... if i’m actually going to try to use them with anyone, i just. wanted to make anon lore make more sense for the tvengerverse/mcu. so yeah
[★] ❝ Pictures, ❞ the Soldier yawned, sitting up with a groan. Truth be told, Ghosty spoke descriptively about Dmitri enough for Ren to visualise him – but there was no way he would admit that.
❝ Whadya want? ❞
-♫- I want you to stop talking to my girl. “I just came to talk, chief.”
Dmitri pulls up a chair and sits without being invited to, still staring at the soldier with intent, grouchy eyes. He knows that his wishes aren’t going to be answered- This guy is obviously the kind that’s not going to stop doing anything on anyone’s orders, let alone Dmitri’s, and Annie’s not the kind of person to push people away. So there needs to be communication.
“So that maybe if you, I dunno, knew me at least a little, you’d have a little perspective on who Annie’s boyfriends actually are?” -♫-
└▶ Icarus || Bastille
Your hands protect the flames From the wild winds around you
Icarus is flying too close to the sun And Icarus's life, it has only just begun It's just begun
-♫- “Hey. Asshole. I’m talkin’ to you.”
The redhead continues to scowl, and reaches a hand out to poke at the lump beneath the covers. This is all kinds of inconvenient, honestly. He had expected the person on the other end of the number he had been texting to be… Livelier, somehow. More abrasive. Dmitri isn’t certain if he’s glad he miscalculated or now.
“Wake up, chief.” -♫-
[★] A metallic hand emerged from the covers to feebly push the stranger away. Any other day the Soldier would have broken Dmitri’s hand.
After a few moments, the Soldier’s sleepy head emerged from the covers, squinting at the anon before eyebrows raised in recognition.
❝ Well if it isn’t the lousy boyfriend. ❞
-♫- Dmitri bristles, his mouth twisting into a snarl and his fists clenching. He narrows his eyes and growls slightly.
“It’s Dmitri, thanks. Not.”
He pauses before forcing himself to relax, reflexively reaching up to smooth a hand over his greaser-esque hair. There is no reason to get riled up. Not yet, at least. He’s just here for a discussion. That’s it. No fighting words. ...Okay, but how did the Soldier know that he was Ghosty’s lousy- No, her lovely boyfriend?
“....How did you recognize me by sight, anyways?” -♫-
♡ - Aster and Dmitri
“I love you” without saying “I love you”
Aster
“Ple-please, don’t leave… Let’s sleep more!”
Dmitri
“You a-are an universe… I-I can see a lot of stars in your skin!”
[★] He shook his head at the mention of ‘business reasons’ - whatever that entailed. Somehow the Soldier didn’t think the stranger cared about his wellbeing all too much.
He ignored the man, shuffling under the blankets.
-♫- “Hey. Asshole. I’m talkin’ to you.”
The redhead continues to scowl, and reaches a hand out to poke at the lump beneath the covers. This is all kinds of inconvenient, honestly. He had expected the person on the other end of the number he had been texting to be... Livelier, somehow. More abrasive. Dmitri isn’t certain if he’s glad he miscalculated or now.
“Wake up, chief.” -♫-
八
[★] ❝ Mmmnn– ❞
He grumbled, shaking and sweating under his duvet as he pulled it over his head.
❝ Don’t feel good. ❞
-♫ - “What, you think I’m here to fuckin’ baby you?”
A redheaded man growls, looking down at the Soldier under the blanket. He hadn’t expected this. He isn’t sure what he had expected, but it isn’t this; A hoarse voice groaning beneath blankets, not showing his face. The redhead curls his lip with contempt and grits his teeth together.
“Nah. I’m here for business reasons.” - ♫ -
Dirty Little Secret
While Aster is out doing some errand that Dmitri had sent him on, the vanity anon paces the living room for a while, eyebrows furrowed, before walking over to Ghosty. He needs to talk to her.
#dance jump on it if you sexy then sonnet
He had let the TARDIS zero in on Ghosty's location. According to the ship, she -and her two paramours- were living together in a house not too far from their former employer's headquarters. He landed across the street, ready to reconnect with his friend. He was not expecting a young man to open the door. "Uh; hello."
Aster blinks once, then twice, scowling at the sight of this unfamiliar man at his door. Well, at /their/ door, “they” being himself, Dmitri, and Annie. He tugs at the hem of his sweatshirt and tucks his hands into the pockets, leaning on the doorframe.
“Hey,” he says, still scowling. “Can I help you?”
“Well, coming just for myself is a reason, isn’t it?” The Doctor offered as innocently as he could. He didn’t know what Aster was getting at, but he wasn’t sure he liked it. “I simply wanted to visit Annie; we haven’t gotten to spend time together recently, and I didn’t even know she had such lovely men in her life. I wanted to see how things were going; I think that deserves a visit, don’t you?”
Aster relaxes slightly, nodding his head. Lovely men... He grins and shrugs his shoulders as he speaks.
“Yeah... Okay, yeah, that... Makes sense... Sorry, I just.... I mean, of course you’d want to visit her, she’s great...” He then sighs almost sadly. “Sorry she’s not here... I mean... I don’t know when she’ll be back, it could be a few hours, or a few days, or a few weeks...”
He rubs his shoulder, pressing his lips together.
“But we can call you when she gets back, if you want...”
He had let the TARDIS zero in on Ghosty's location. According to the ship, she -and her two paramours- were living together in a house not too far from their former employer's headquarters. He landed across the street, ready to reconnect with his friend. He was not expecting a young man to open the door. "Uh; hello."
Aster blinks once, then twice, scowling at the sight of this unfamiliar man at his door. Well, at /their/ door, “they” being himself, Dmitri, and Annie. He tugs at the hem of his sweatshirt and tucks his hands into the pockets, leaning on the doorframe.
“Hey,” he says, still scowling. “Can I help you?”
He shook his head politely. “I doubt they’ll return to me, but that’s fine. I’ve had enough relationships to know how to move on.” Of course, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
Dmitri takes the tray with him to the kitchen, whistling as he goes, and leaves Aster behind with the Doctor. The brown-haired anon stretches and leans back on the couch.
“So, Doctor... Any reason you wanted to visit Annie, or are you just here just... For no reason?”
Aster doesn’t mean to sound suspicious, however, as a creature of envy, it is rather hard-wired into him. His smile is friendly enough, however, despite the tone of his voice.
He had let the TARDIS zero in on Ghosty's location. According to the ship, she -and her two paramours- were living together in a house not too far from their former employer's headquarters. He landed across the street, ready to reconnect with his friend. He was not expecting a young man to open the door. "Uh; hello."
Aster blinks once, then twice, scowling at the sight of this unfamiliar man at his door. Well, at /their/ door, “they” being himself, Dmitri, and Annie. He tugs at the hem of his sweatshirt and tucks his hands into the pockets, leaning on the doorframe.
"Hey," he says, still scowling. "Can I help you?"
Aster gasps. “You’re not human? But you look and act just like one!”
"We look and act like humans, too, Ash," Dmitri says, grinning. "But where’d your kismesis go?" Gossip. Always a fun time for Dmitri.
“Good question.” The Doctor nodded. “And if I had an answer, I’d tell you, honestly. But unfortunately, they flew off without a trace.” He shrugged at that, as if it were not at all a big deal that had left him very confused for quite a while.
Both anons nod sympathetically, Aster reaching out to pat the Doctor on the arm.
"Maybe they'll come back someday," he offers lamely before leaning back and looking at the leftover quesadillas. "Everyone done with these?"
"I am!" Dmitri says before hopping up and picking up the tray. "You want anymore, Doctor?"
He had let the TARDIS zero in on Ghosty's location. According to the ship, she -and her two paramours- were living together in a house not too far from their former employer's headquarters. He landed across the street, ready to reconnect with his friend. He was not expecting a young man to open the door. "Uh; hello."
Aster blinks once, then twice, scowling at the sight of this unfamiliar man at his door. Well, at /their/ door, “they” being himself, Dmitri, and Annie. He tugs at the hem of his sweatshirt and tucks his hands into the pockets, leaning on the doorframe.
"Hey," he says, still scowling. "Can I help you?"
The two of them both sort of pause and stare at him in unison. A kismesis-??? /He/ had had a kismesis??
"You had a kismesis??" Aster asks, brown eyes wide."That’s so cool… I mean, I guess humans can have kismesises, but I didn’t think it was that common."
Dmitri is starting to relax a little, as well, now that he’s not under the gun. At least his scowl has disappeared.
“It isn’t.” The Doctor replied calmly. “I’m not exactly human, you see.” Though he did feel a certain pride that they seemed to think he was. Take that Amelia.
“I suppose I still have one, technically.” He mused. Now that he wasn’t interviewing them, he was glad to be a conversationalist. “Somewhere out there at least. I haven’t seen them in a very long time.”
Aster gasps. "You're not human? But you look and act just like one!"
"We look and act like humans, too, Ash," Dmitri says, grinning. "But where'd your kismesis go?" Gossip. Always a fun time for Dmitri.
He had let the TARDIS zero in on Ghosty's location. According to the ship, she -and her two paramours- were living together in a house not too far from their former employer's headquarters. He landed across the street, ready to reconnect with his friend. He was not expecting a young man to open the door. "Uh; hello."
Aster blinks once, then twice, scowling at the sight of this unfamiliar man at his door. Well, at /their/ door, “they” being himself, Dmitri, and Annie. He tugs at the hem of his sweatshirt and tucks his hands into the pockets, leaning on the doorframe.
"Hey," he says, still scowling. "Can I help you?"
"Oh, sure! Annie and I met when I turned her into a snow leopard- Heh, wow, that was forever ago, but she makes such a cute snow leopard. And then we got to talking and stuff, and then a few, uh, magic anon things happened and she saved my life and it all just, like, snowballed."
He glances at Dmitri, who is looking at Aster with a glower.
"And, uh, Dmitri… And I…. Um…." He scratches the back of his head. "Sort of have a, uh, complicated…. History…. I mean, it’s, it’s cool now, it’s just all complicated anon, uh, stuff. Hah, we used to…. Uh, really not like each other." His mouth twitches slightly. "But then we became kismesises- that’s like, uh, a hate-partner sort of rivalry thing, but then Annie sort of helped us see the… The good in each other, so now we’re all just matesprites." He chooses to gloss over a few- or all -of the details.
He listened dutifully, nodding along with the things he remembered. Ghosty had been a very cure snow leopard. He could see how quickly things could snowball between them as well -on both sides.
“I wish things had gone that swimmingly with my former Kismesis.” The Doctor commented thoughtfully. “Then again, we didn’t have anyone near Ghosty’s calliber to help us. I’m glad it all worked out for you!” And he is. Genuinely, honestly glad. They have officially passed his inspection.
The two of them both sort of pause and stare at him in unison. A kismesis-??? /He/ had had a kismesis??
"You had a kismesis??" Aster asks, brown eyes wide."That's so cool... I mean, I guess humans can have kismesises, but I didn't think it was that common."
Dmitri is starting to relax a little, as well, now that he's not under the gun. At least his scowl has disappeared.
He had let the TARDIS zero in on Ghosty's location. According to the ship, she -and her two paramours- were living together in a house not too far from their former employer's headquarters. He landed across the street, ready to reconnect with his friend. He was not expecting a young man to open the door. "Uh; hello."
Aster blinks once, then twice, scowling at the sight of this unfamiliar man at his door. Well, at /their/ door, “they” being himself, Dmitri, and Annie. He tugs at the hem of his sweatshirt and tucks his hands into the pockets, leaning on the doorframe.
"Hey," he says, still scowling. "Can I help you?"
Have they? Aster’s eyes widen. Uh. Hm. Have they met?? Maybe. He has a horrible memory.
"Uhhh, I’m awesome!! Uh, yeah, things are… Swell up here in the Big… Uh… Some kind of fruit, right?"
"Apple," Dmitri mutters, rolling his eyes.
"Apple! Apple. Uh, yeah. And Annie’s great, too, she’s going on a bunch of trips around the universe and stuff because she likes to collect rocks. And Dmitri and I are trying to figure out how to be more, uh, human…"
He smirked at that. They seemed more or less human already, aside from the name forgetting and the mood swings. They probably passed for human better than he did.
“Keeping busy then? Good.” Settling into the sofa, eyeing them both. “So, Aster, you can tell me how you all met, can’t you?”
"Oh, sure! Annie and I met when I turned her into a snow leopard- Heh, wow, that was forever ago, but she makes such a cute snow leopard. And then we got to talking and stuff, and then a few, uh, magic anon things happened and she saved my life and it all just, like, snowballed."
He glances at Dmitri, who is looking at Aster with a glower.
"And, uh, Dmitri... And I.... Um...." He scratches the back of his head. "Sort of have a, uh, complicated.... History.... I mean, it's, it's cool now, it's just all complicated anon, uh, stuff. Hah, we used to.... Uh, really not like each other." His mouth twitches slightly. "But then we became kismesises- that's like, uh, a hate-partner sort of rivalry thing, but then Annie sort of helped us see the... The good in each other, so now we're all just matesprites." He chooses to gloss over a few- or all -of the details.
Today I don't feel like doing anything, I just wanna lay in my bed.
