#god i love yoglabs

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the coffee machine still doesn’t work

#mcytflashbackfest #the yogscast #yogscast fanart #trying to learn proper rendering beyond just ‘dark pink 50% opacity on skin’ #it’s a wip clearly but i’m happy with what i’ve got #yoglabs #god i love yoglabs

[shepscapades]

I have two minds to answer this, because part of me is going 'WE GOT EM!!! WE GOT EM!!' While the other part of me is like 'oh god how do I tell them. Who’s going to tell them.' The easiest way I can explain: Tom, Ben, and Harry are not in a minecraft series together, and the lore that I have for them is not based in any actual series. HOWEVER. DON’T LET THE TRAGIC TRUTH MAKE YOU CLICK AWAY /silly so I can explain properly LMAO

Here’s a TLDR for anyone who likes these guys and is a lil interested in them!!

Most of the lore for these three is based on an amalgamation of inside jokes, non-minecraft character trends, and general yogs minecraft world lore!

Tom was an editor (now has a YouTube channel, AngoryTom) and did behind-the-scenes minecraft prep for the Yogscast for so long that he was never really interested in any actual "main channel" series besides [Dig Site - 10 episodes] with Simon, Lewis, and Ben, and [Skyblock - 2 episodes] with Ben! Although he’s also played several npcs throughout various main channel series since he was helping run the show lol. My take on his character is that he’s a former yoglabs employee due to [YOGLABS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION] and now lives his laziest life ever in an undisclosed remote location. He’s also the demigod of death but he’ll never tell

Ben started doing main series mc content a few years ago, but hasn’t done anything mc with Tom and Harry until recently (see below)! His character is a Shark Hybrid due to [YOGLABS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION] who now lives with Tom at the same undisclosed remote location.

Harry has been an insane speedrunning minecraft legend for ages, but was never in any main series content bc he’s actually a graphic designer for the yogs. But he was part of Iskall’s twitch vault hunter event back in November, and he’s now in the [Vault Hunter Series - Ongoing] with Ben and Duncan on YouTube! <3 so there’s plenty of mc content of Harry and Ben, but not so much Tom. c!Harry has lived remote for as long as he can remember, locked in Hardcore, until…?

But again, I base their backstories on a bunch of kinda loosely connected lore dots that are half based on jokes <3

Below the read more includes: links to clips, compilations, and very brief lore explanations (though you can check my other lore drawings in Tom’s tag (#Angory Tom), Ben’s tag (#bedgar), Harry’s tag (#brryhrry) or posts that have any of them, which should be under the (#the outcast trio) tag)!

BEN AND TOM

I’ve been in love with Ben and Tom as a duo forever, since the TTT (modded Trouble in Terrorist Town) days, where Ben’s player model was Left Shark, and Tom’s model was Emperor Palpatine (yes from Star Wars. I can’t stand them). But Ben and Tom have been yogs editors and Behind The Scenes guys forever, so it wasn’t until more recently that they became known personalities in the main yogscast circle (4-5 years is pretty recent in the 10+ years of yogs content timeline LMAO).

Through Warhammer streams and behind the scenes stuff, I kinda fell in love with their chemistry and idiocy, and they worked so well with the “main cast” that I just had to put them in the yogs minecraft universe, somewhere. Turns out, Tom had actually done a majority of the "behind the scenes" work for the Yoglabs series (he built a majority of the main building, did mod research and testing, was present during recordings to make sure things went well, stuff like that) so it only made sense to have his character be the Right Hand Man/ Behind The Scenes Assistant to Xephos (Lewis), the Morally Questionable Head of Yoglabs.

For anyone who’s unfamiliar with Yoglabs, it’s one of the yogs’ more famous series featuring Simon (Honeydew) and Lewis (Xephos) where they tested mods! more info can be found here!

c!Tom also ended up as a Lumian (the fanon alien space species for the yogs fandom, vaguely inspired by Star Trek Vulcans) because of a one-off joke where one of the Yogs artists drew him as a star trek commander, and I really didn’t need any further reason to make him a weird little guy LDKFJG

As far as the “demigod of death” thing goes, it felt right to give him a lore thing that vaguely coordinated with the whole “Emporer Palpatine” vibe, since that’s kinda the mc skin he’s used most recently. There’s another reason there that I don’t think I’ve properly explained, so I’ll leave the rest of that be for now ;]

Ben, on the other hand, plays a shark character in pretty much every video game he ever participates in, so shark hybrid was a pretty obvious way to go. And of course, since the duo had to be in the same place… involving Ben’s shark Hybrid-ness with yoglabs experimentation made good sense and good angst. What can I say :]

Here are the bigger lore posts I’ve made so far (in the order i posted them i believe!), explaining in a little more detail plus art to go with! :] [x] [x] [x]

HARRY

Harry is kinda known as the yogscast’s token memelord? But in the ironic way. He somehow makes it genuinely hilarious idk man. His humor is very dry, witty, and sarcastic, but he’s a sweetheart and kind of a god at minecraft. I’ve been arguing since day one that this man should be in mcc but we won’t go there

There aren't many solo harry compilations, so here's a link to a Harry and Ben compilation hehe

Regarding his minecraft lore, pretty much all of it is based around the idea that he’s a god at speedrunning and hardcore Minecraft. A common consensus in yogscast minecraft lore is that respawning is actually a Yoglabs-based mechanic tied to clones and clone making. I thought it would be interesting if Harry could be tied to a hardcore element in the yogs lore purely by having Somehow slid under yoglabs’ radar. And since he was never in any main channel (aka modded) series, i usually associate him with Vanilla mechanics, and since i also view mods as a Yoglabs-related lore element, it made sense! So basically— no clones, no respawns, no mods!

except that he’s in a main channel series now. So I’ll need to find a new lore reason around that DTBJDFGHK

And his design, well… this man’s skin is straight up Mr Mime, and there’s only so much I can do with that /silly But he’s a HUGE Pokémon fan! He’s played a couple of Disaster Nuzlockes with Lydia from the yogs a year or so ago, if that’s something you’re interested in! Was a huge comfort series for me for the longest time and rly good background noise, theyre soooo good at Pokémon I promise <3

Harry does more twitch stuff (hrry on twitch) than youtube stuff, so twitch is the best place to check him out if you're interested in his solo content!

Last thing I'll say about him is that he designed and ran an original minecraft minigame called "Capture the Wool" and he and Martyn are the hosts for a few episodes i think! i dont think there's any way to explain how entertaining it is to listen to him announce the chaos of yogs members trying to play competitive minecraft LOL

Um, so. TLDR…2, These guys are basically my ocs and now I get Actual minecraft content from them which is crazy. I love them as content creators and cool guys so so much though, so! Definitely recommend listening to these idiots (affectionate) babble and ramble to each other, mc or not <3

#yogscast #bedgar #angory tom #BrryHrry #hrry #ben #tom #the outcast trio #art escapades #sorry that's so long but my love for them is showing hehe #i haven't completed decided if i want the “the outcast trio” tag to be for posts with ANY of them or just ALL of them so -- #if you have a preference feel free to lmk <3 #also feel free to lmk if you check them out :3 they are everything to the me!

[atherix0]

Oh my god og yogscast. The good ol days before everything went downhill at a rapid fire pace 😂 i had been wondering why your writing gave me like, OG minecraft fanfic vibes and everything makes sense now!!!

I never watched SOL all the way through [and probably never will now] but man, all their modded play throughs [FLUX BUDDIES!!!] inspired my writing SO much - my novel was originally, a veeeeeeery long time ago, a flux buddies/yoglabs fanfic

AHHHHHHH YESSS!!!! <3 Well, no one will watch SoI all the way through to be honest because they're never gonna finish it rip </3 But back then I remember the minecraft fics, especially Yogscast/SOI MC fics, treated the MC world like it was- well, a world rather than a game, just a bunch of people living on this planet that just happens to be infested with mobs (and some of these mobs were SENTIENT Mr. Astley my beloved </3). There were no mentions of inventory or health bars or respawn mechanics, everything was just "hey it's real life, BUT with this lore" and that has stuck with me over the last ten years and so yeah <3 I started watching them somewhere between episode 10 & 20 of SoI season 1 and tbh I still love them despite everything that's happened (with a few obvious exceptions, some of them can go to hell <3), but god yeah there's nothing quite like the classic yogs and their modded series. YOGLABS MY BELOVED <3 I mourn for yoglabs every day, it was a GOLD mine.

Like they always had a new story for every series they had and even if they weren't full on RPs like SoI it was always SO much fun, so I would say that has probably really affected how I handle MC worlds <3 I write around the MC world as if it's just that- a world, a story, a setting rather than a game they're playing. And it so far has worked out nicely for me, I think <3

#ask #I remember coming home from school and seeing an update for SoI and being AAAAAA <3 #I'm actually still subbed on youtube to Simon Lewis and Duncan

[autisticlalna]

Lanable!

LALNABLLEEEEEEE yes yes yes

first impression: oh god it's been so long.. stabby stabby evil man. malicious manipulator that wants the buddies dead and has a diabolical plan. very cardboard villain (this is super obvious if you read my old wellcatchyou stuff lmao) impression now: pathetic wet cat of a man. he WISHES people took him seriously. still very dangerous when cornered but honestly he just wants to be left alone and do his evil plans in peace. Not Harmless but also if you dodge and weave your way close to him there are cracks in the persona. lalnabrain hellctor favorite moment: "TIME..... IS A HEXAGON" is extremely silly and is literally just an offhanded quip from when duncan and kim got confused about how in-character they are right now but also i love it. it's so goofy. a more serious moment is.. probably the entirety of his appearance in Burn? like we finally get to see him in action and he does SO much damage. showstopper moment. man i need to rewatch that idea for a story: i've been sitting on an idea for YEARS now in the work a miracle continuity that's about hector breaking into yoglabs and ending up in the reflecting pool from hypercubed. y'know, where livid is stored. the backup of who lalnable used to be. things go well (they do not) unpopular opinion: the story does work best with lalnable being the original. it's the bait-and-switch that shakes up the status quo, that calls into question everything about the lalnas, and GOD i wish more was done with it in-series. which is really funny because before 2.0's finale i was really annoyed at the "lalnable is the original" theory but then the time gate scene happened and i went OH. THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME ACTUALLY. favorite relationship: him and five are a riot. they're playing hot potato with the braincell but also he would kill for them even if they keep doing more and more absurd accents every time he leaves them alone for longer than 5 minutes. sliding further into my Bullshit Corner: hector and kakujo are Best Friends and hector does not have a choice in this and my fav part of the hec n jo show is honestly, like, the intro part where kakujo barges his way into hector's life and will not leave him alone and decides to hug this bloodstained stranger because he noticed he's having a brain hell episode. i want whatever these two have going on favorite headcanon: he started leaning into the murder persona after having that reputation forced onto him by yoglabs and then it evolved into like, a weird reclamation thing but also he just has FUN with it. he likes being stabby! he loves his evil laugh! he doesn't see himself as one but sometimes you need to play the villain

#leo.txt #leos reply #artsarasp #work a miracle #hectorrrrrr my favorite screwup of a man

[gayprincezagreus]

Gods I will never not be in love with Yogscast content. Blackrock Chronicles, Yoglabs, Tekkit, Flux Buddies. I'm obsessed

[hnybnny]

for everyone who wasn’t present at the time i was a giant minecraft slut, friendly note that the only goddamn reason my persona/vehafor has white glowing eyes is because Way Back When i made herobrine her dad

#cringe culture may be dead but #mineblr #god i still love that old thing tho. DadHerobrine. i never talked to anyone about it but #just daydreams in my head and doodles #Dadbrine ........... #it went from that to yoglabs experiment #and then she became my general persona so

[strifesolution]

I couldn't exactly tell, I know it's a Wilbur quote, but who's pictured in the smoke flashback?

Love the comic by the way, it's so </3

i'll try to keep this simple!

Xephos is a character from the Yogscast Minecraft series, the avatar of Lewis. in the series Yoglabs, cloning is a mechanic within the game as well as the greater universe the yogs are based in

back in 2019 when RT was doing a lot of the "forcing players to (x)" MC videos i made the headcanon he's a clone of Xephos, cuz they both have the same military long coat and are server admins

(from this video) (also it’s not in the highlights but later in the stream RT teams up with Martyn and i feel we don’t talk about this enough??????)

Essentially in the headcanon RT deviated from being an exact copy of Xeph while still having some of his memories, and ran away to do his own thing

(18-20 = R-T in the numerical alphabet)

(i also did an edit once that was fun) without summarizing Every series, Xeph is your "you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain" character arc, which i like the idea of RT's feelings on Wilbur being the same, watching Wilbur become someone he boths knows and is. standing under a bridge, watching yourself go by, etc.

THIS STREAM is a fantastic example of RT when he’s doing a character in MC rather than just himself, and basically shows him getting put in the place of the people he torments in his build videos and realizing what it’s like and rebelling against it. also, HIGHLY under appreciated stream since it never got made into a video, oh my god it’s SO GOOD.

you can look through my RTgame tag or my clone bros AU tag for more details but i’ll leave it at that to not over complicate things. 

#rtgame #clone bros au #xephos #yogscast #mcyt #ask

[crookedcasket]

Haha lol going to talk about Yogs for a minute

Because I absolutely love reading and listening to people's interpretations of the Yogscast timeline. And I'm talking about the Minecraft shit here, as in that whole beautiful scripted era of videos they did in the past.

The main storyline I watched was the Flux Buddies story. I watched the Jaffa Factory POV when it came to Tekkit, and even further before that, SoI. I've never watched, say, any of Lomadiah's old Minecraft content, and sadly I have never watched Blackrock (although it is on my watch list.)

But even though I haven't seen anything like the SipsCo videos, or Martyn's old Minecraft videos that loosely fitted with this universe, I love to learn about them. I love reading about how people think things went down. And by this I mean the fuckin detail that some people go into when they refer to their own ideas for the timelines of events.

For example, Xephos as a character. I love it when people link him to Israphel, and I love watching people show his descent into madness from that bright eyed shipwrecked spaceman into the cold unfeeling CEO of Yoglabs. I love reading about the horrors he put his friends through, and how some part of him surely must know that it was wrong, and feel remorse.

My favourite character throughout everything is Lalna, or Duncan. I think Duncan himself is funny and entertaining in real life, but the absolute detail that has been built up over the years in terms of his Minecraft counterpart? Chefs kiss

I live for the posts people make trying to decipher the cloning issue surrounding Lalna! Some people theorise that Lalnable is a future version of Lalna that went batshit crazy and came back for revenge, whilst some people think he's a previous version of Lalna that lost his morals in Yoglabs and had to be locked away. There are too many Lalnae across too many timelines of events, and some of them overlap and meet one another in confusing events such as the Flux Buddies/Magic Police crossover, which I find hilarious every time I think about how confused both parties were.

That in itself is just baffling, because do Lalnae know there are others? They can't, right? Since both Lalnae here weren't aware of each other until they met. But Lalna is aware of Lalnable, so how is that different?

Outside of Lalnae, there's lore that I love in characters such as Rythian. I've not watched Blackrock to date, but I know enough about him from his fans that I love his character without seeing him in game. I am obsessed with his design as a whole, the fan headcannons on his enderman similarities and stuff. And his mask! God damn the amount of different sketchings and interpretations on what's under his mask!

What I'm saying is I love everyone who posts these drawings and theories and opinions on the scripted world that the Yogs built back then. And please never stop theorising.

#yogscast #shadow of israphel #xephos #rythian #yogs #lalna #lalnable #yogscast duncan #yogscast lalna

[mineqraft]

22, 31, 39?

ooooo

22. What is/was your fave event ?

honestly? if this is like, event that happened in a mcyt series? i gotta go with an oldie but goodie, the whole 'master clone' situation in Yoglabs, with xephos n honeydew. that shit still slaps

31. Are you team moobloom, team iceologer or team glow squid ?

glow squid mostly because i adore making glowing signs. i already try to make the most obnoxious looking sign combos and glow squid ink helps me in that endeavor

39. Do you have a favorite MCYT animatic ?

god yes i do. i have many. i have a playlist i just keep all my favs on ill snag a few (mostly dsmp cause thats what i was curating the playlist on)

DSMP: Curses, i just love the song so much and i am a complete sucker for crimebros. anything with siblings fuck me up. Welly Boots, for the same reason tbh. Prince of Nothing b/c this is one of my favorite songs and the editing of it is SO WELL DONE. fundy my dude i am so sorry for your everything.

Hermitcraft & 3L/LL: How Bad Can I Be? because i'm a big sucker for scar looking cool. Tangerine, the artstyle is so cute. I Can't Decide because now everytime i hear it i think of this animatic. Strawberry Blond because Flower Husbands my beloved.

#thank you for asking!! ^_^ #asks

[radioactive-mouse]

i am once again thinking about xephos i am once again thinking about him slowly falling in love with lalna and honeydew over the course of jaffa factory i am once again thinking about boyfriends going to the moon i am once again thinking about the three of them building yoglabs as just another project for them to work on together i am once again thinking about the three of them working at yoglabs together and spending their lunch breaks talking about all the weird shit going on i am once again thinking about honeydew and lalna noticing xephos growing more and more distant as the days wear on i am once again thinking about xephos knowing about all the honeydews he’s killed and knowing about lalnable and the thought of telling them tears at him but they’ll hate him for it and he knows it i am once again thinking about lalna finding out about the cloning chamber and though he’s morally questionable lalna is a clone and lalna is his own person and it makes him sick i am once again thinking about lalna trying to tell honeydew but no matter how hard he tries xephos burns through clone after clone to keep him from remembering any of it i am once again thinking about lalna getting frustrated and just going because it breaks his heart to leave honeydew behind but he needs to get out i am once again thinking about lalna’s absence eating at xephos until he breaks, until he stops paying the power bill and stops running the company and stops doing much of anything and honeydew is worried and that makes it worse because xephos can’t look at him anymore knowing how many times he’s buried him i am once again thinking about xephos explaining and giving honeydew a thousand apologies for things xephos knows he doesn’t remember i am once again thinking about xephos finding lalna to ask for a bomb, something that’ll obliterate the place and lalna doesn’t want to see him but he’s always been better at explosives so he agrees, for honeydew’s sake and because he’s more than happy to see yoglabs collapse in on itself, i am once again thinking about xephos running off to some obscure part of the map and making a tiny little vanilla house and a farm i am once again thinking about honeydew and lalna learning to trust him again and falling just as in love as they had been before i am once again thinking about xephos telling them that he wouldn’t be good for them after everything he’s done and i am once again thinking about them telling him that they want him anyway. oh my god.

#IGNORE ME #THIS POST IS ME SCREAMING INTO THE VOID #talk to me about my xephos redemption arc #yogscast #xephos #honeydew #lalna #lividcoffee #honeyphos #xephna #lalnadew #honeyphosna #yoglabs #jay.txt

[fluxedbuds]

what are your thoughts on strife and parv?

canon gay couple, the real life William is simply afraid

ok beyond that, strife is pretty simple and straightforward, but it works. He’s a capitalist motherfucker with an unfortunate taste for danger. Like, a lot of danger. Like crazy blood mage with a god complex level of danger. Drugs used to be enough, but Strife keeps getting more powerful and gaining more of a stranglehold on the world, and even if he doesn’t realize it in the slightest, it keeps taking More risk to match it. Xephos very very likely has some power over Strife that’s big enough that he could probably force Strife to do just about anything, but Xephos is more invested in Yoglabs than dethroning Strife. Plus, he’s useful as a business connection. Gotta fund those experiments somehow! He does love Parvis though, he’s just a tsundere, and also doesn’t trust Parvis’ level of cleanliness enough to sleep in his Cultist Castle lmao

Parvis is also fairly straightforward, but in this case its straight into the depths of hell! This guy rose from nothing to insane power in record time and it shows, hardcore. I think he’s always been predisposed to megalomania, but his impatience and restlessness would’ve kept him from being much of an issue if he hadn’t been handed off to a business tycoon who enabled his blood magic. Xephos probably could tell Parv would be trouble, but if I’m being honest, he should’ve killed Parvis. Parv isn’t going to stop until he dies or he achieves his batshit goals. I do think there is a point where he’d be satisfied, thankfully- if he did manage to achieve godhood and start a cult, he’d likely be content to worry about messing about with his cultists and causing chaos for Strife to get paid to clean up.

I’ve seen a lot of intensely angsty takes on their relationship- like, a LOT, but personally I don’t really see it. Like, they’re going to be fucked up and evil, but they’re gonna be happy and shit. By the time Strife would be able to accept how much of a danger Parv is, it’d be too late to stop him, let alone kill him. Strife is good at denying his feelings, and, unfortunately, fear is a feeling. Actually now that i think about it it’s pretty likely Parv would kill Strife and then ressurect him a few times- probably on accident. Sometimes. Strife would be very, very aware of when it wasn’t on accident. So, thats some angst! Strife’s probably kinda into it tho lets be real he’s like that

So yeah Parv is a goddamn madman who Gets the cute and evil aesthetic, and Strife deserves no sympathy due to being part of the 1% and digging his own grave

#could i do parvill angst? yeah #will i? no because any situation where strife suffers is simply justice being served #and also eh writing hard #anon

[appleflavoredkitkats]

IVE NEVER SEEN SOMEONE WHO ALSO USED TO WATCH THE YOGSCAST OMGKDMEMDK why are they always forgotten they were revolutionary 😔😔

BRO. EXACTLY. THEY WERE KIND OF THE FIRST MINECRAFT RP-ERS THAT WASN’T SHIT. i hyperfixated a lot on the yogscast, and honestly people need to give them credit more for all the plots they do per series. shadow of israphel was the first of its kind, and my god, as a child, i was so mesmerized by all of it. i even try my best watching soi every now and then bc ugh the nostalgia and the vibes are so GOOD. not only that but a lot of the yogscast still have good content to this day

(also, their other series’s are so good too-- yoglabs, skobbels, tekkit, whale lords-- all were real good!! i love any collab video they do with the entirety of the yogscast)

[yogsau]

here have some xephnable angst bc i literally can’t stop thinking about it

His hair is knotted, Xephos realizes, after countless of sleepless hours, staring down at Lalnable’s sleeping form and wondering why this felt so wrong.

He knows, realistically, there’s much more wrong with this than just Lalnable’s uncombed hair. For one, Xephos lays with a sadistic, cannibalistic murderer every night and tells people what a monster he is in the morning.

Though, at night, Xephos can almost pretend that he’s someone else.

Lalnable’s crazed look is hidden behind his eyelids and his hands aren’t gripped around some sharp object, waiting for a moment of weakness so he can strike.

They breathe the same, Xephos has come to notice. Lalna also used to breathe through his mouth at night, complaining of how it dried his throat out in the morning.

They both sleep on their back too. It’s a gorgeous sight; their golden hair is splayed around them like a crown, gentle breaths lowering and rising their chest, their heartbeat pounding out the rhythm to a love song that only Lewis knows.

This is when he tries to forget.

When he tries to bury all his regrets and stupid mistakes and pretends they’re in another life, one where everything was right and the Lab Owner and the Head Scientist are together, maybe even married, and the Lab Owner wakes up every night to look at his beautiful husband.

Other times, he can’t imagine that.

He can only see Lalna’s shattered face, marred with the static from the security camera; the blood, dripping down from the ceiling and spattered across the walls, listening to the broken laugh of a god he used to worship.

Those times, he can only pretend that he lies with a god.

Pretends he never ripped the wings from that holy creature he loved- ...loves.

Pretends the sacrifices are just him paying his dues to a otherworldly lover, one who’s only reliable source of energy in this world is the souls and blood of beings and maybe one day Xephos can find him a better meal.

But he can never truly forget.

Xephos always wondered why. They were the same person and they still are -- at least when he’s unconscious.

It’s the hair, he tells himself. Lalna’s was always cut short and neat. It was soft and brushed and smelled like flowers.

And he tries to feel happy, like when he’s made a big discovery in the lab that will boost their research tenfold.

But all he feels is the same way he does when he turns around, excited to show Lalna -- and sees empty table, with no blonde hair scientist standing in front of it.

Xephos glances at his watch on the floor. The 3 illuminates the room in a dark blue glow.

Well, he really should get up, Xephos tells himself, shifting out of the bed. 

It’ll be quite the productive day if he gets up so early, he reasons, slipping on his clothes. 

Plus, he adds, buckling his boots, he really must ‘Honeydew-proof’ the lab since he’s coming over today.

His body aches. He knows that no amount of coffee will help him, though he’ll try.

Xephos opens the door to Lalnable’s cage. The room outside is dark, the void swirling ominously below. He looks back at Lalnable’s sleeping form. His tangled crown of hair. The covers shifting as Lalnable curls into the empty warmth where Xephos once was.

Xephos knows he’ll never forgive himself for ruining Lalna.

---

In the morning, the sharp toothed cannibal rises with a yawn, bright light from the glass windows above streaming in and awakening him. His hair, so ratty and tangled, stays in place, like a mane. 

The day begins for Lalnable Hector, the highest security prisoner of Yoglabs.

He looks around and realizes he’s alone again. But he won’t be for long. He never is.

Though, he does notice something new in his cage. It makes him blink in confusion, unused to the change in environment.

There, perched on one of the bolted down tables near the door, is a green brush. 

#xephnable #xephna #yogslash #squee tries writing #yes i know it's midnight #this is the only time i write tho

[ask-me-about-datlof]

Datlof One Shots - A Christmas Carol

Thank you, Charles Dickens for writing this story that has played such a big part of my Christmas for so many years, and then inspired this work. 

Merry Christmas everyone, and I hope you all have a lovely day!

You can read this over on AO3 too.

The skies were dark and cloudy and the air was bitterly cold. It hadn’t rained for a couple of days and frost clung to the branches of bare trees. Pedestrians hurried to their destinations, wrapped up warm in winter clothing; hats, scarves and coats. No one wanted to linger long out in the cold darkness for long.

Lights from the buildings and stretched between trees filled the dark streets with light and made the darkness a little more bearable. But the building that was the most brightly lit was Yoglabs. It towered high above the rest of the city, white marble almost appearing to glow in the darkness. Inside the building warmth filled the air and christmas decorations of green and red: holly, ivy, poinsettia flowers and pine branches, were hung from the walls. Golden tinsel wrapped around the greenery and the combination was beautiful to behold, the tinsel twinkling in the lights of the building.

The first few floors of the building were empty with not a soul in sight. But up on the floor of the cafeteria, tables and chairs had been moved about for the creation of a makeshift stage with the chairs creating the seats for the audience. And the audience themselves, talking among each other excitedly, were a mixture of people, some from the patients of the medical wing, sat in wheelchairs for those who were unable to stand and the others sat in the chairs provided. They were accompanied by friends and family, and the nurses and doctors from the medical wing and the rest of the audience were the other employees of Yoglabs; scientists, werewolves and those from managerial roles.

The quiet conversations among the audience members died down as Lewis stepped up onto the stage, wearing his usual attire of his red jacket and blue and white striped shirt. However, tonight there was a presence lacking from Lewis’s side as Simon was nowhere to be found. Lewis cleared his throat, causing the last of the conversations to fall silent, and then he began to speak.

“As I’m sure most of you are aware, tonight is going to be a reenactment of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Some of the people involved in this are Yoglabs employees, and others are close personal friends. Moments in this play might be a little rough around the edges, but as long as you enjoy yourselves tonight, we’ve done our job.”

Lewis finished talking and smiled down at the audience. A couple of murmurs ran around the audience, mostly between employees who had heard rumours about the play. Most people knew that it had been Lewis’s idea to do something for the patients of the medical wing who would be unable to go home over Christmas, but the idea of reenacting the play had come from the alpha of the werewolves, Alph. And as a result, the employees were expecting something that would most likely be an unforgettable experience, but not something you would expect to see done by a group of professionals.

“With that, I hope you enjoy the show!”

Lewis beamed as the audience clapped and he jumped off the stage and disappeared. Moments later the lights in the cafeteria dimmed, leaving only the lights above the stage on. A woman stepped onto the stage wearing a beautiful ruby red dress that trailed behind her elegantly as she walked. It was sleeveless and trimmed in white fur. The woman’s blonde hair was cascading over her shoulder and most of the audience gasped as they caught sight of her. The employees of Yoglabs recognised this woman as the second in command of the werewolves. A formidably strong werewolf called Wren.

Wren walked to the centre of the stage and looked out over the audience before she opened her mouth and began to speak.

“Old Marley was as dead as a doornail. There is no doubt whatsoever about that. Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. Scrooge and he were partners for I don’t know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole friend, his sole mourner. Scrooge himself was a tight-fisted task master who thought of nothing other than himself and his own profit.”

Wren stepped to the side as a tall figure, wearing a long black coat and a top hat, stepped into the light on the stage. The figure lifted their head so the light shined onto their face. And it was revealed that it was Rythian, looking downright miserable and grumpy.

“Our story starts on Christmas Eve, with Scrooge in his counting house along with his clerk, a man named Bob Cratchit.”

Another figure stepped onto the stage, this one instantly recognisable as Duncan Jones, dressed in an old brown jacket that was clearly several sizes too small for the man. A couple of people dressed entirely in black scurried onto the stage and placed a couple of chairs and tables down, and Duncan and Rythian took their respective places.

“The weather outside was bitterly cold, but the fire inside the counting house was barely more than embers. Yet Scrooge wouldn’t allow his clerk to put more coal on the fire, as coal was costly.”

“Can we have some more coal on the fire please?” Duncan piped up, looking over expectantly at Rythian.

“No.” Came the gloomy response.

Just then, a third character stepped onto the stage with a loud exclamation of “A merry Christmas, Uncle!”

Everyone, both those on and off the stage, turned their heads to look towards the man who’d just arrived. Only a couple of people in the audience knew that this ginger-haired man was a member of the pack, a werewolf called Zach.

“Humbug!” Rythian replied, glaring towards Zach.

“Christmas a humbug, Uncle?!” Zach said, striding over to Rythian and standing in front of the table where he was sat. “Surely you don’t mean that?” Rythian turned his grumpy expression up at Zach.

“I do. What’s Christmas but a time for finding yourself a year older and not a penny richer. If I had my way, every idiot who goes around with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding and buried with a stake of holly in his heart.”

“Uncle!”

“You keep Christmas in your own way, Nephew, and let me keep it in mine.” Rythian said, turning back to pretending to be working.

“Keep it? But you don’t keep it.”

“Then let me leave it alone!” Rythian said angrily. And after a pause, “Much good it has ever done you!” He muttered. Zach straightened up and turned slightly, so he was facing the audience a little more.

“There are many things which I might say are good, yet not have profited from them. Christmas being one of them. But I have always thought of Christmastime, when it has come around, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of in the long calendar year when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut up hearts freely, and to think of some people below them as if they really were fellow travellers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, Uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good, and I say, God bless it!”

Duncan instantly stood up and began clapping, and members of the audience also began clapping.

“Bravo!” He exclaimed loudly.

“Not another sound from you.” Rythian said, glaring across as Duncan, who instantly fell silent, sitting himself down. The applause in the audience also began to trail off as the play continued.

“Don’t be angry, Uncle. Come, dine with us tomorrow.” Zach said, turning back to Rythian.

“No.” Came the sullen response.

“But why not?”

“Why did you get married?”

“Because I fell in love.” Rythian snorted and turned back to his pretend work.

“Because you fell in love.” He muttered quietly. “Good day.”

“I want nothing from you; I ask nothing of you; why cannot we be friends?” Zach implored, resting his hands on the table where Rythian was ‘working’.

“Good day.”

“I’m sorry to find you so resolute. We have never had any quarrel that I have been a part of. But I’ll keep my Christmas humour to the last, so merry Christmas, Uncle!”

“Good day!”

“And a happy New Year!”

“Good day!”

Zach turned on his heel to face Duncan.

“Merry Christmas, Bob!” He said, tipping his head in Duncan’s direction.

“Merry Christmas to you too!” Duncan replied, beaming happily.

With that, Zach turned and left the stage. Wren stepped back to the middle of the stage and addressed the audience once more.

“Scrooge was a grumpy old sod to everyone around him.” The audience chuckled slightly. “And later on that very same day when asked if he would make a donation to the poor to help their situation and save some from dying, he replied:” Behind Wren, Rythian stood up and looked out over the audience.

“If they are to die, then let them die and decrease the surplus population.” And intake of breath ran around the audience as Rythian sat himself back down again. Wren waited for a moment, before she continued on, in a quieter voice that that the audience almost holding their breath in anticipation.

“It it highly important to remember for this next section, that Marley, Scrooge’s old partner, was dead. For if you do not remember that, then what happens next will not seem so supernatural.”

Behind Wren, the people dressed in black began scurrying about again, this time taking away the tables and chairs and wheeling onto the stage a large block of wood that was obviously supposed to represent a door. In the centre of this door was a flap of fabric hanging down that had a door knocker painted onto it. Duncan had left the stage, and Rythian was now standing in front of the door, slightly to the side so the audience could still see the flap of fabric. Wren moved back to the side of the stage before she began talking again.

“Now it is a fact, that there was nothing at all particular about the knocker on the door of this house. And yet Scrooge saw in the knocker, without its undergoing any intermediate process of change, not a knocker, but Marley’s face.”

As Wren spoke the last few words, the fabric lifted away and revealed the face os someone that even fewer members of the audience recognised. Zoey stared at Rythian before she called out in a ghostly sounding voice, “Scrooooooooge!”

Rythian’s composure began to crack as the ghost of a smile brushed against his lips and a quiet laugh tried to escape from him, prompting a couple of the audience members to chuckle quietly. Wren heard the small laugh from Rythian and spoke up.

“Scrooge did not find this apparition funny, instead he found it rather unsettling.” This caused the members of the audience to laugh a little more as Rythian struggled to regain his composure. “But even as Scrooge stared at the phenomenon, it was a knocker again.” Zoey’s face vanished behind the scrap of fabric again, and Rythian was able to return the grumpy expression to his face, with no trace of a smile.

“Humbug!”

“Scrooge went into his house and locked the door behind him, for he was not one to be scared by things like this.” Wren moved back to the centre of the stage as she spoke, and behind her, the people in black scurried around changing the scene once more. “But even so, tonight Scrooge went about his house and checked the rooms before he headed up into his bedroom. He looked around his bedroom, until he was satisfied, when he closed the door, and locked himself in then double locked himself in, which was not his custom. But as Scrooge settled himself down in his chair, the bells in the house began to ring loudly.”

The air was filled with the clanging sounds of bells ringing as off to the side of the stage in the darkness, a group of people began ringing bells. As they fell silent, Wren began talking again.

“This was succeeded by a clanking noise, as if some person were dragging a heavy chain over the floors and a noise, much louder,  on the floors below; then coming up the stairs; then coming straight towards his door.”

In the darkness by the sides of the stage, chains were shaken and someone made loud banging footstep noises. Wren began to step to the side of the stage as Rythian sat in a chair beside a small, hastily made fireplace.

“Then suddenly, the noise passed through the door and a spectre passed into the room before his very eyes!”

Zoey suddenly stepped onto the stage, dressed in grey tattered rags and home made chains dangled from her arms and her body as she walked slowly forwards. Rythian leapt up from his chair and ran around behind it.

“What do you want with me?!” He called out as Zoey moved ever closer. As Rythian stopped talking, so Zoey stopped moving, and the sound of the clanking chains fell silent.

“Much!” She cried out loudly.

“Who are you?” Rythian asked, coming out from behind his chair slightly.

“Ask me who I was.”

“Who were you then?”

“In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley.”

“Can, can you sit down?” Rythian asked, staring at Zoey and still hiding slightly behind his chair.

“I can.”

“Do it, then.”

Zoey moved over to the second chair which was on the other side of the fire to Rythian’s chair and sat herself down. Rythian was no longer hiding behind his chair, but he had not come any closer to Zoey, or made any indication that he himself was going to sit down.

“You don’t believe in me.” Zoey said, staring at Rythian.

“I don’t.”

“What evidence would you have of me beyond that of your senses?” She inquired.

“I don’t know.”

“Why do you doubt your senses?”

“Because a little thing affects then. A slight disorder of the stomach makes them cheat. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!”

Zoey suddenly stood up and yelled loudly towards Rythian, who ran back behind his chair and hid, although as his body shook it was clear it was shaking from laughter than from fear.

“Dreadful apparition, why do you trouble me?” There was a tremble in his voice and he was working hard to keep the smile from his face.

“It is required of every man that his spirit should walk among his fellowmen and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes forth not in life, it is condemned to do so after death. My spirit never walked beyond the narrow limits of our money-changing home…” Zoey lamented, loudly and dramatically as she waved her arms in the air.

“You were always a good man of business, Jacob…” Rythian said having managed to compose himself once more and was poking out from behind the chair.

“Business?!” Zoey exclaimed, throwing her hands up into the air, causing Rythian to have to stop himself from laughing once more. “Mankind was my business! The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, benevolence, were all my business! The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!”

Rythian was on his knees behind his chair as his body shook with silent laughter. Zoey glanced backwards off the stage.

“I am here tonight to warn you that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate, Ebenezer.” Zoey said, staring over at Rythian who had finally climbed to his feet and got his laughter under control. “You will be haunted by three spirits.”

“Is that the chance and hope you mentioned, Jacob? I think I’d rather not.”

“Expect the first tonight when the bell tolls one. Expect the second when the bell tolls two. The third, more mysterious, will appear in his own time.” Zoey raised her arms up and the chains by the side of the stage were rattled again as she began to walk backwards. “Look to see me no more; and look that you remember what has passed between us!”

Zoey kept walking backwards, the chains rattling loudly, until she had vanished into the darkness at the edge of the stage. Rythian, who had been staring at Zoey all this time, slowly moved around to the front of his chair and sat down heavily in it.

“Humbug…” He muttered softly before he closed his eyes and let his head nod.

Silence filled the air for a few moments. Then suddenly, without warning, there was a loud bong. The noise made both Rythian and the audience jump. As the ringing of the noise faded away, Rythian got up from his chair and glanced around.

“Expect the first at one? Well? Where are you?” Rythian asked, still looking around.

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, and when the audience next looked, a smaller woman was standing on the stage, wearing a beautiful white flowing dress, and a pure white mist was billowing out from the bottom of the dress, giving the woman the appearance of floating. This was the first ghost, who many recognised as Duncan’s apprentice, Kim.

“Ah! Are you the spirit whose coming was told to me?” Rythian had shielded his eyes from the bright light and only now began to lower his hands down.

“I am.” Kim’s voice appeared to have an echo of a thousand different voices to it.

“Who and what are you?”

“I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.”

“Long past?”

“No. Your past.”

“What business brings you here?”

“Your welfare. Come.”

Kim reached out her hand and Rythian gingerly took a hold of it. There was another bright flash of light and when this faded, Kim and Rythian had vanished. The people dressed in black had scurried back onto the stage and were changing the scene yet again, taking away the fireplace and chairs that had been a part of Scrooge’s bedroom. Suddenly, a whole group of people, laughing and talking together ran onto the stage. Someone with a violin went and stood in one of the front corners of the stage and began playing as the people on the stage began dancing merrily together, continuing to laugh and talk. Rythian and Kim appeared at the back of the stage, looking out over the festivities.

“Scrooge suddenly found himself looking out upon a christmas party that had been thrown by a man called Fezziwig. Scrooge, in his youth, had been apprenticed to Fezziwig, and looking out at the party he suddenly remembered the fun, laughter, merriment and enjoyment that he had experienced during these parties that old Fezziwig threw.” Wren spoke up, her voice carrying over the music of the violin.

“A small matter to make these silly folks so full of gratitude. He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money. Is that so much that he deserves this praise?” Kim said, the voices echoing as she swept her hand out, gesturing at the dancing and merriment happening before them.

“It isn’t that!” Rythian objected. “He has the power to make up happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. The happiness he gives is quite as great as if it cost a fortune!” Kim was smiling at Rythian and he suddenly stopped, looking up at Kim. “What?”

“Nothing. Come. Let us see another Christmas.”

The same bright flash of light filled the stage and in a moment all the people dancing and laughing had vanished and in their place was a young woman stood in the centre of the stage, next to a young man who looked remarkably like Rythian. A sad and heartbroken expression instantly filled Rythian’s face as he gazed out across the scene.

“Another idol has displaced me. A golden one.” The young woman said softly.

“What? No!” The young man said, reaching out to take hold of the woman’s hand. “I am not changed towards you. Have I ever sought release from our engagement?”

“In words, no. Never.”

“In what, then?”

“In a changed nature, in an altered spirit. Can I believe that you would choose a dowerless girl? I release you, Ebenezer. With a full heart, for the love of him you once were.”

“Remove me from this place, Spirit!” Rythian said, turning angrily towards Kim. “Haunt me no longer!”

Rythian started to grapple with Kim, whirling across the stage in a cloud of bright white mist. When the mist cleared, Rythian was alone on the stage and only a single chair remained. Wearily, Rythian sat himself down in the chair, closed his eyes and let his head fall upon his chest. A few moments of silence passed before the same loud bong as before rang out, twice this time. Rythian jerked awake in his chair as a loud laugh filled the air, and walking down from the back of the stage dressed in a resplendent green cloak trimmed in white fur came Simon, a wreath of holly and ivy resting on his head, and in his hand he held a beautiful silver torch with flames flickering brightly at the top. Simon’s laugh was as jolly as it was loud and many of the audience members found themselves smiling as they watched the dwarf approach Rythian.

“Merry Christmas, man! Come in, and know me better! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present!” Simon’s voice was loud and booming and Rythian stood up and took a few cautious steps towards Simon. “Touch my robe.” Simon commanded.

Rythian reached out and took hold of Simon’s green robe. The pair began moving forwards slowly as behind them, the people in black changed the scene yet again, setting out a table and chairs and a collection of people gathered around, with Duncan sitting at the head of the table. And on Duncan’s right hand side was the alpha of the pack himself, Alph. Simon and Rythian stepped to the side as Wren began to narrate again.

“Scrooge found himself this time in the home of his clerk, Bob Cratchit, where a small Christmas dinner was being served among the five children, his wife and himself. Scrooge was rather surprised to see such a small goose to feed such a large number of people, but he was sternly reminded by the Ghost of Christmas Present that it was all Bob Cratchit could afford.” Wren fell silent and Duncan stood up, holding a small mug up in the air.

“A toast, to Mr. Scrooge!” Duncan announced loudly as Rythian straightened himself up and puffed his chest out importantly. “The Founder of the Feast!”

“The Founder of the Feast indeed!” Said the woman who was playing as Mrs. Cratchit, known to some in the audience as Fiona. “I wish I had him here, I’d give him a piece of my mind to feast upon!” She said sulkily.

“My dear, the children! Christmas day.” Duncan said, lowering his glass a fraction.

“It should be Christmas day!”

“Christmas day.” Was Duncan’s quiet reply. Fiona sighed.

“I’ll drink his health for your sake and the day’s sake. Not for his.” Fiona stood, raising her glass up followed by the other people sat around the table, aside from Alph. “A merry Christmas and a happy New Year! He’ll no doubt be very merry and very happy.” Fiona then took a drink from her glass as everyone else around the table took a drink also. Alph was the last to drink and he waited until everyone had drank and then tipped his head back and downed it.

“And a merry Christmas to us all!” Duncan said, raising his glass into the air, and everyone around the table echoed Duncan’s words.

“And God bless us, every one!” Alph screamed loudly, causing nearly everyone on the stage to cover their ears.

“Let us see another Christmas at another home!” Simon announced loudly, once the ringing from Alph’s  screams had faded from their ears.

Rythian took hold of Simon’s robe once more and the pair moved slowly across the stage as the scene behind them whirled once more, with a gathering of people standing around, talking and laughing together, similar to the scene from Scrooge’s past with the party hosted by Old Fezziwig. This time though, Zach, as Scrooge’s nephew, was standing in the centre of the room with his arm around the waist of a pregnant woman, that many people knew to be Zach’s wife, Hope.

“Scrooge was now surprised to find himself in his nephew’s house, looking out on what appeared to be the Christmas party that Scrooge himself had been invited to. As he watched the party unfurl, with games and laughter and singing, he began to feel a longing and wished he could join in with them. That was, until he became the butt of their joke within the games. Then the Spirit took Scrooge on a walk through the city, and everywhere they went they saw people with smiles on their faces and heard laughter in the air. And eventually the pair ended up alone in the graveyard.”

As Wren spoke, the people on the stage slowly dispersed, laughing and talking to each other until only Rythian and Simon remained, standing in the middle of the stage. Simon looked around and sighed.

“Here I must leave you, for my time has come.” He announced. Rythian turned to him with horror on his face.

“What? Here? Now? Can’t you at least take me back to my room?” Simon laughed loudly before he turned and began walking away.

“Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!”

“Spirit! Wait!”

But Simon was gone and Rythian was alone. At the back of the stage, an ominous black mist began to grow  and swell and out of the darkness appeared a tall hooded figure. No one could see into the shadows underneath the hood to discern who it was who was playing this spirit. The figure approached Rythian quietly and stopped dead behind him. Rythian whirled around and saw the spirit for the first time.

“Are you the third spirit, of whom I was told about? The dark spectre said nothing, and did nothing. “I presume you are the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?” Once again the spirit said nothing, the dark mist billowing around the stage. There was an air of anticipation in the audience, almost like they were holding their breath. “If you will not speak to me, then lead on!”

The figure raised one single arm and pointed towards a dark corner of the stage where a group of men had gathered. They were huddled together and clearly having a conversation, so Rythian sidled closer to listen in on what they were saying. The spirit followed behind Rythian, silently.

“I don’t know much about it either way. I only know he’s dead.” One of the men said.

“When did he die?” Asked another.

“Last night, I believe.” The first replied.

“What has he done with his money?” Another man asked, leaning forwards.

“I haven’t heard. Company, perhaps. He hasn’t left it to me, that’s all I know!” The first man said once more. “Well, gentlemen. Good night, and merry Christmas!”

The other two men murmured ‘Merry Christmas’ also and the three vanished off the stage. Rythian turned to the spirit and frowned.

“What was the meaning of that conversation, Spirit? And why did those men not respect the man who had died?”

Again the spirit remained completely silent. It raised an arm and pointed to the other side of the stage where a woman stood with a bundle of fabrics next to an old man. Rythian wandered over, followed once more by the ever silent spirit.

“If he wanted to keep them after he was dead, wicked old screw, why wasn’t he more natural in his lifetime? If he had been, he’d have had somebody to look after him when he was struck with death, instead of lying gasping out his last there, alone by himself.” The woman said, obviously gossiping about another dead man. Perhaps the same one. And it was clear that Rythian was beginning to think that maybe it was the same man.

“It’s the truest word that was ever spoken.” The man replied. The woman shoved the bundle of fabrics towards the man.

“Open that bundle, old Joe, and let me know the value of it!” The woman said as the spirit stepped in front of Rythian and pointed it’s arm once more.

Rythian turned, and behind him, in the centre of the stage, was a gravestone, with artificial snow hiding the name of the person to whom the gravestone belonged. The same dark mist that seemed to follow the spirit around was billowing around the gravestone as Rythian slowly made his way towards the stone, the woman and the man at the side of the stage vanishing into darkness, leaving Rythian and the spirit alone on the stage. Rythian stopped a few feet away from the gravestone and suddenly turned to the spirit.

“Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point, answer me one question. Are these the shadows of things that will be, or are they the shadows of the things that may be only?” Silence.

Rythian swallowed and turned back to face the gravestone. He took a couple more steps closer and held out his hand, about to brush the snow from the surface of the grave. He paused for a moment before he took a deep breath and brushed the snow away. The snow fell from the gravestone and revealed a name etched into the stone. The letters were so large and clear, that even those in the back of the audience could read the name: EBENEZER SCROOGE. Rythian let out a cry and turned to face the spirit, falling onto his knees.

“No, Spirit! No, no! Spirit, hear me! I am not the man I was! Why show me this, if I am past all hope? Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me by an altered life!” Rythian begged. And for the first time, the spirit moved slowly, nodding it’s head ever so slightly. “Oh thank you! Thank you! I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will like in the past, the present and the future. The spirits of all three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!”

And as Rythian finished speaking the dark mist rose up and entirely shrouded the stage in darkness. A murmur ran around the audience as silence filled the air and the dark mist swirled. Slowly, the mist cleared and as it did, the sound of church bells filled the air and the scene of Rythian asleep in his chair by the fireplace became clear on the stage once more. Wren slowly walked across the stage until she was in the centre. She looked out on the audience, making sure she had their full attention before she began speaking.

“When Scrooge awoke, he found it to be Christmas day.” Behind her, Rythian arose from his chair as the people in black scurried onto the stage for one last time, clearing away the chairs and the fireplace. “And Scrooge was indeed true to his word. He did honour the spirits of Christmas, all the year round. To the people who knew him, he became as good a friend as any of them had ever known. And as Tiny Tim had observed:” The rest of the cast had come out onto the stage and were standing behind Wren in full force.

“Merry Christmas, and God bless us, every one!” The entire cast shouted out.

Applause rose into the air, and some people even stood as they clapped. Those on the stage bowed once, bowed again, and bowed a third time before they finally left the stage and the lights were switched back on and people began dispersing. Congratulations were given to the people who had performed, and soon the only people who were left were Simon and Lewis, and a couple of the werewolves. The werewolves were talking among each other as Simon and Lewis sat on the stage, Simon swinging his legs as they looked out over the sea of empty chairs.

“I think that went pretty well, friend. Don’t you?” Lewis asked as he smiled slightly. He was still wearing the black cloak that he had worn for the third spirit. And Simon was still proudly wearing his green robe.

“It was great, Lewis!” Simon gushed.

“I’m glad!”

The pair sat for another few minutes. Eventually the werewolves left and they were truly alone.

“Well, we should probably go to sleep, it’s getting pretty late. Merry Christmas, friend.” Lewis said, jumping off the stage. Simon followed him and when Lewis turned around to face him, Simon pulled Lewis into a spine crushing hug, almost lifting Lewis off the floor.

“Merry Christmas, spaceman!” Simon said loudly before he put Lewis down, who gasped for breath. “I’ll see you tomorrow, spaceman.” He said cheerily as he trotted over to the lift, Lewis following behind.

“Get here bright and early, Simon, we need to clear all this away.” Lewis said, grinning. Simon snorted as he pressed the button for the lift.

“Yeah right. I’ll see you tomorrow at midday.” Lewis chuckled slightly. The lift pinged and the doors opened. Simon walked inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. “See ya tomorrow, spaceman!” He cried out, waving at Lewis as the doors began to close.

“See you tomorrow, Simon, and get home safe!” Lewis said, waving back at Simon.

The doors closed, and the lift began to descend. And Lewis made his way up to his room. And outside the windows of Yoglabs, small white snowflakes began falling from the sky and settled on the ground, transforming the city with a blanket of snow.

#Lewis Brindley #Simon Lane #Rythian #Duncan Jones #Kim Richards #Fiona Saberial #Zoey Proasheck #original characters #Yogscast #Christmas #A Christmas Carol #Charles Dickens #Merry Christmas #writing #creative writing #datlof #datlof one shots

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on ""evil xephos"" i personally like characterizing yoglabs xephos as being not ill intented, i guess? thinks what he's doing in the beginning is actually for the greater good, and only when hes wayyy too far into it he realizes the scale of what hes really doing. his redemption is breaking out of that mindset hes spiraled into and coming to terms with "oh god, ive fucked up, this isn't me, i NEED to fix this" and setting things right. in this essay i will-

YES!! i completely agree like even when he’s at peak “evil” xephos is not an inherently malicious person, it’s just that most of his actions come down to him being stubborn as hell. like, at least the way i read him is that xephos does have a genuine interest in science, but he’s not great at it, especially when most of his introduction to it in jaffa factory was spent standing next to fucking lalna, and he’s pretty obviously struggling with it but as much as i love them honeydew and lalna don’t,, really know where Jokes turn into Actual Emotional Problems. xephos tries so hard to be better because he has to be, because his standards are too high for himself, and by the time of yoglabs he’s good at it and people respect him, for the first time he doesn’t feel like he’s following someone else’s lead or failing to understand something he’s been working hard at, and he feels like he needs to keep it that way. yoglabs is the result of a LOT of unaddressed issues and a potential redemption would probably be xephos needing to learn that his value isn’t based on any inherent talent and there are people who will love and respect him regardless. the dude like. really needs to get some self worth maybe.

TLDR: xephos got rsd so hard he became evil

#these are my Thoughts but im sure theres like. 1000 different ways you can hc why xephos Is The Way That He Is #yogscast #ask #z0eya

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i would,,, like to ask for a xephos,,, for the character ask thingy,,, if that is alright,,,

yes yes yes absolutely

favorite thing about them: i just really like tekkit era xeph,,,, his dynamic with lal and honeydew has such a good vibe and tbh the found family energy is off the charts i just,,,,,,,, man. love them.

least favorite thing about them: everything that happened in yoglabs

favorite line: i can’t think of any specific lines but literally everything that ensued during the little maids episode and that one episode of jaffa factory where he works for sips is. literally hilarious. also the galacticraft yoglabs ep when simon’s like “can i have some oxygen im running low” and he goes “fuck you here’s a moon buggy” and then acts surprised when simon starts suffocating

brOTP: strife and xephos,,,,,,,,,, oh my god,, i love them,,,, they are friends,,,,,, they make me so so happy im

OTP: xephna but also honeyphos tbh i just,, like the poly tekkit trio,,,, also it’s crack but xephian is cute i guess i just like lanky idiots

nOTP: xephnable doesn’t make me uncomfortable but it does make me sad.

random headcanon: OK OK OK i yelled abt this on discord once but now it’s permanently embedded into my brain that xephos starts calling lal “my lalna” as a joke like ahaha there’s so many of you how will i keep track but eventually it’s just a genuinely sweet thing that xephos likes calling him and lalna calls him a sappy idiot but it does make him melt a bit and xeph knows it.

unpopular opinion: people are like really angst heavy when it comes to yoglabs? like don’t get me wrong it makes me sad and i will absolutely talk angst with you but if there’s no recovery what is the point

song i associate with them: OK I WILL NEVER MAKE IT BUT I THINK VERY VIVIDLY ABOUT A YOGLABS ANIMATIC TO CANDLE QUEEN BY GHOST DONT ASK I JUST ASSOCIATE THAT WITH XEPH BY NOW AND I DONT KNOW WHY

favorite picture of them: get his ass (found this 20 minutes ago and it’s now my favorite image of xeph ever)

#yogscast #xephos #ask #anon