[yourcosmictimecop]

X Muse, X Rules,  X Verses

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[yourcosmictimecop]

victeux​:

   As soon as she had come under attack, Princess had promptly curled in on herself and accepted defeat. It wasn’t like she was going to be able to fight against so many people coming at her at the same time, and the shock of it even happening wouldn’t have helped her. She had no clue what had happened to make this occur, but all she knew was that she was dead. Done for. Going down to eight lives.

   … Or, was she? Eyes remained shut tight as various noises of a fight occurred around her, but not at her. The only sensation would be the occassional gust of wind from people moving or falling down. It would only be when the movement ceased that the woman slowly uncurled herself, golden eyes glancing about before landing on her.. ‘savior’? Maybe? He didn’t seem like he was part of the attacking group, at all. His words were the only confirmation she needed to completely unfurl and stand to full height. Seemed trustworthy enough.

   “Ahh? Tu vas déjà mourir? You’re dying already? You’re far too impressive to be doing all that, mon cher,” Princess chattered away, making her way over to inspect him a little more closely. Tail swished behind her as she eyed his various injuries, many silent moments passing by before she offered a chuckle. “Of course, I can’t do anything to help you, but I can keep you company until you get better. You’re not allowed to die, of course. I like you too much!”

Well, color him shocked. A shape-shifting gal in this rutty place, made a little more sense why those divergents were so keen. A chuckle-or was that choking? hard to tell in this state-escaped him, along with the smallest and most painful looking of smiles. “No ma’am, I ain’t of a mind to push daisies here. ‘nother few minutes and I’ll be right as rain, you’ll see.” Already she could see the tiny bits of tissue sewing themselves back together where he’d been torn into, the black ooze slowing its flow, even flaking at the edges like volcanic ash. 

“Are...are you alright?” Hard to tell with his vision still kaleidoscoping.

[yourcosmictimecop]

@underthctreetop​ // continued from [X]

Touch, throw, potato, potato--it had the same impact in the end.

 “...”

“...................”

Very, very gently and deliberately, he pries the very cold, very metal hands away from his face and sets them back on either side of their body. Three shades paler as his mind whirls trying to process the entity smiling up at him. 

“...You’re not a dalek are you?” Time Lords have mercy.

[yourcosmictimecop]

phantasmaw​:

 〈ஐ*〉 ┊  “No. They do as they please.” 

    Their answer is immediate, lacking in any tone or indication as to how they feel about their unexpected visitor. Their body language offers no insight, either. Sovann remains laying languidly on a bed of glimmering flowers and the star-kissed tresses of their own impossibly long hair, idly gliding a taloned finger over a delicate bud. The butterflies in question flicker about aimlessly, their wings nigh-hypnotizing to those who approach unaware. Their lips give the slightest twitch. It would be so much easier if the undulating moonlight laced through the very membrane of their wings had enticed this intruder to go walk off the oceanward cliff nearby, a fate that had befallen a rather brazen woman not but a few days ago. Alas; not everything goes according to their desires. So they stand, stretch, and yawn– a fiendish sight as their mouth unhinges and gives ample view to both carnivorous teeth and serpentine fangs tucked away against the roof of their mouth. For now. 

    It’s a wonder their neck hasn’t snapped from the mass of hair curtaining down their back, much less that they’re able to stand so gracefully. Their steps are silent, poise that of a stalking cat’s, pupils diamond-shaped slits. In a flash they’ve yanked the gadget from the man’s hands. Their head tilts a bit as they study it intently. Eyes narrow, pupils dilate a tad larger, and they frown in displeasure. Evidently, they cannot read the array of words already written about them. A noise of annoyance huffs from their nose. Without warning, they toss the telepad over their shoulder. Before he can make any move to retrieve it, they step closer. The long curve of the singular horn adorning their forehead points towards the soft spot of his throat in silent warning. A venomous smile curls across their lips.

    “Your audience is with me, not that thing,” they spit the last word as one would a piece of rotten fruit from their mouth. Storm clouds of violence and distrust darken once deceptively serene features. Their fingers flex and curl, as if taking hold of some unseen weapon. A tail the same moonlit navy as their hair whips around behind them in pure agitation; it would be almost comedic were it not for the ornate end morphing into what looks like a stinger. “What reasons do I have to answer to you, ilk’n?” 

He sniffed loudly, crinkling his nose, damn allergies already acting up and he hadn’t been in this over zealous field of pollen more than a few minutes. “Of course they do.” Came the huff from under his breath, hearing the yawn but not bothering to look up and seeing the eldritch horror that gaped openly. Wasn’t the first time someone showed him their pearly whites.

“Th’ hell--?” Inhuman was the reaction time. Eyes jerking from his empty hand to the device snatched almost before the theft had been enacted. Irritation already etching into his brown and frown. ‘Brat.’ A far less offensive thought than what he was really thinking. Not very often does Ted’s underwear get twisted this quick. Over the years, getting beat to hell, tied up, shot at, sunk to the bottom of one ocean or another, chewed up and spat out-bad taste he speculated-one would think his patience and self-restraint to be indomidable. Not quite. 

Glaring down the length of his nose, hard not to with a spear tickling the underbelly of his chin, the gargoyle brought his hands together and tapped a device on his wrist. The soft ‘beeeep!’ pushed everything backwards. No gust, no physical force to fling him back, but Sovann still found themself back where they’d been lounging ten seconds before. Only this time they were standing and the writing pad was back in Ted’s hand, getting scribbled away at a few seconds longer before he closed it and dropped it in his pants pocket. Moreso to keep it from getting snatched and damaged than out of respect. 

“Probably a longer list than the one for not.” He deadpanned. If he was moved by the eerie development taking place in that snarled nest of hair, by the ominous atmosphere developing, it didn’t show. “If ya cooperate, it won’t take long and you can get back to your reenactin’ of the ‘paint me like one of your french girls’ scene.”

[yourcosmictimecop]

“Ma’am, please, I really am having technical difficulties.” Frankly the large sentinal is exhausted and being smacked around for a good ten minutes before getting hog tied by Time Lords’ know what powers has exasperated his manners to the madam. “I really didn’t mean to crash through the roof or break the dining table.” Honestly the dining table may have done more damage to his back than him to it.

[darkearthsuggestions]

Fire sparked, fire born, fire muttered under daylight’s breath. Sun spits out her drone, endless asphyxiation of the day, her light sifting through these clouds like flour. Below, only flickers– only the smoke that slithers, edenic, against the sky. Today our sun is the hills themselves, broken shards of flame.

[yourcosmictimecop]

I have 1 more draft and some memes to reblog and plan to get to those Monday or Tuesday!

[yourcosmictimecop]

caemthe​:

     It was almost unnecessary to mention that unexpected events and situations that lacked an explanation were but a daily occurrence in the ‘life’ at the sea. After a few decades, it wasn’t uncommon that one lost the excitement, fear or whatever. A response was almost automatic when it came to the cursed crew. If something fell on the ship other than a flying fish, you either shoot it or trap it. If that didn’t seem to work, you shoot it again, and that usually did the trick. But it seemed that no matter how any bullets were thrown in the stranger’s direction, the guy still yelled and swore at them. That left the majority of the pirate scratching the back of their heads and, while Blackbeard was just as confused as the other men, he still tried to go with an interrogation. “Funny you’re acting like you’re in a position to give orders.”

     The undead pirate walked closer until he was facing the cop. “Sorry about the watch. I promise we will take proper care of it until we can sell it on the shore, so no need to worry about it. The trip is going to be a few days and we got time to kill until then. So how about you start by introducing yourself and explain how the hell you got into queen anne’s revenge?”

Good grief what do they feed kids in this timeline?! It had to be said, this was one big and mean lookin’ sonovabitch. Big enough to make even an irate Ted pause his grumbling and sit still for all of three seconds. Three seconds to spit out a bullet that had gotten lodged in his molar on the deck between the pirate’s boots. Jaw loudly popping as he worked it. “Ouch. Hmm? Oh, I go by Ted, Teddy to friends, and as you and yours clearly saw, due to a miscalculation I fell.” The gaping hole in the deck evidence enough on that and about as much as he was ready to say on the matter. Space time travel was a lengthy subject and this didn’t look learned company--other than tall dark and brooding here.

“Queen Anne’s Revenge, eh?” He wriggled his back against the mast, chains and ropes expanding a mite more than they  ought to. Only to sag back against the hostage moments later, snuggling into the bruised indents of his skin. A casual glance about the deck, slithering over every dirty, sea salt ragged face present, committing each yellow-eyed cut throat to memory who else will remember these miserable welps if the situation gets out of hand? before raising his gaze back to the dark figure looming before him. “Hell of a tale behind that name, I reckon. Safe to assume that you’re the captain of this fine vessel? She really is a beauty. Well, from what I could see of her before joining your accomodating company so abruptly.”

[phantasmaw-archived-deactivated]

♢*  @yourcosmictimecop​​​​ ​ / 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝

     〈✟*〉 ┊  Gael’s throat constricts at the sound of his last name purred out so casually on such an unfamiliar voice, and he nearly chokes when the stranger identifies what– or rather, who –rests against his chest. It’s too late for him to school his expression. He already knows he’s staring wide-eyed and he can feel his lips starting to curl back. But he can’t let fear dictate his next moves. Obviously this stranger had done his homework. Perhaps a little too much of it. The fact that he’s supposedly here stop impending disaster does little to soothe Gael’s frayed nerves. He takes in a slow, calming breath. ‘Focus. Prioritize. Siphon out what you can; worry about his source of knowledge later.’

      “You have a fair point,” he concedes after a few charged seconds of silence. Despite his agreement, the fire licking up his form doesn’t extinguish. “But this hypothetical someone else would have to find me first. And judging by that… gadget… you had, they’d probably be able to recover you quickly.” The mere thought of another pursuer tires him. This new addition to the long list is more than enough for now. “I’m really not keen on that idea, though. So…” 

       He shifts a step backward, glare fixing on the stranger’s Cheshire grin: an unspoken recommendation to give him his personal space, or else. A few more ashes spit out into the air, though this time they fizzle away before they can land on the looming stranger. His gaze temporarily darts down towards the extended hand before raising slowly. Did this man have no basic self-preservation? Or was he attempting to show that the blaze of divine fire was nothing to him? It could also be a bluff… but to find out by action alone would be to gamble with his own current standing. There were too many unknowns to risk it. 

     With a dart of his eyes, a wall of fire temporarily sears between them. It sputters out as quickly as it came, leaving behind a charred line in the concrete between them. Gael nods towards it. “You stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine.” A juvenile way of asserting boundaries, but at least he would be able to glean bits and pieces about the man’s personality based on his reaction. “I’m sure you you’re here to do more than lend a helping hand, Theodore Andrews,” he says, voice hard but tone still tinged with a civil, albeit weary, warmth. “If you have enough of a profile for me built, then I’m also sure you already expect me to dig my heels in.” Distrust flashes through an already wary gaze, causing amber hues to light up in much the same way the fire dancing across his arms does. It highlights the dark circles beneath his eyes and the telltale signs of anxious scratching at his cheeks and jaw. His steady voice, however, betrays none of his woes. “If what you’re saying is true, then surely you can explain yourself. And please,” his words taper off to a sigh, plea seemingly sincere and kindhearted, “don’t tell me this isn’t a good place for it. Nowhere is.” He hesitates a few seconds, and then adds on more firmly, “Just so you’re aware, I’m nowhere near convinced I shouldn’t just lay you flat. I would really just prefer not to.” 

[yourcosmictimecop]

He tucks those extended fingers right quick into his palm, right as the cool air turns acrid to blistering hot, saving his finger tips from getting doused in the nick of time. The smile doesn’t falter, not even when he clicks his tongue in mock disappointment. The file at HQ was spot on, this version of Gael is very paranoid. Ted can work with that though, he has to if he’s to stop the nexus event from corrupting this timeline as well. That’s a mountain of paperwork no one wants on their desk.

“Fair enough,” both palms go up and he backs up a hair to allow the other his breathing room, “I reckon did come on a mite strong here.” Across his chest his arms folded and he angled most of his weight onto one leg as he continued, “Actually wasn’t all that certain sure if you weren’t gonna try-” heavy emphasis on try as it rolled off his tongue, “-your damnedest and cook me right here and now. Mighty appreciattive of your consideration not to though.”

In the back of Ted’s head, he wonders when was the last time the kid--now he knows this ain’t no kid, but by the Lords of Time does he ever look like the battered squirt right now--had a decent night’s rest. Given this spot in the timeline, there’s plenty o’ reasons for those puffy bags beneath his eyes, for the anxiety scritched raw into his skin day after day, it enough to tug at the old heart strings. There’s a job to do though and if Ted does it right, there may not much more of these stressful days. Or there could be thousands more... and it all rests on Gael’s choices--what he’s got left of them anyhow.

“I suppose there ain’t no harm in giving you an overview of your situation,” a casual shrug, like he’s talking about the weather and the bits of ash and smoke floating between them were just snow flurries, “well in the next...” he checked the time on his wrist-watch real quick, “... somewhere between 30 to 35.00004 minutes, you’re going to be swarmed by things we in the biz call divergents. Nasty, angry little buggers that love chaos and problems. And they absolutely adore you and your brother.”

“You got a few options here: listen to me once in a while and not have to deal with them very often, my favorite choice, personally. Don’t listen to me and barely escape with your life and your brother still in tow, or I take you into custody because you chose so wrong and so poorly that the timeline is in jeopardy of going red and permenantly frozen in order to keep it from impacting other timelines.” He exhaled, it was a lot to get out in one go. “That about sum up the situation for ya?” 

[yourcosmictimecop]

Hey all~

Just checking in to let you know the blog isn’t dead. Work life is kicking up for the coming holiday season and I’ve got school on the side so that’s where most of my focus has been. Feel free to comment if you’d like an ask prompt from your favorite alien time cop!

Otherwise I may have some time tonight to work on drafts :)

[roseillith]

[yourcosmictimecop]

sticks tongue out at

Bops the underside of her chin, making those canines of hers nip the pink organ. Thanks to the height difference though, he can stick his out at her without much worry. This is the pinnacle of the GTF ladies and gentlemen.

"Been a minute, Loni. Still making waves in the underworld?"

[allthingsmusings]

autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

[yourcosmictimecop]

@victeux​

“Ah, damn...” Without even seeing his reflection, Ted knew he was in poor shape. Already his eyes were swollen over and coppery spit drooled from his swollen jaws, his legs felt like lead weights, his arms like steel beams.  Even if he makes it back home to get patched up, these scars will be forever. Another set to add to his sorry and grey, stony hide. “Th-they really wanted a piece of you lil’ lady.” Sputting chuckles turned into a wincing coughing fit, black and bloody bubbles flowing up from his throat. On the ground around him, divergents lay paralyzed, their bodies glitching like old television connected to busted antennas. Fresh ink pushes through the hole in his torso, his body taking its sweet time trying to mend the rended meat and busted bones.

“B-but don’t worry,” he continues softly, “pretty soon it’s gonna just feel like a bad dream and... and it’ll be like it never happened.”

[animepopheart]

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[yourcosmictimecop]

what flavor is your soul?

SALT

ah little kraken, bold are you. 

restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

tagged by snatched from: @caemthe​

tagging: @celestialspitfire​ , @carnivorarium​, @aaetherius, @bonmotx​, @incinerating-aureate-tora​, @victeux​

[roseillith]