tom what have you done




This is the unofficial Mianite S3 Comic! Since the actual season is cancelled, I decided, what if we made an unofficial comic instead? If you want to become a mod, submit to me a piece of art! If you want to become a writer, msg me an example of your writing! If you have any questions, msg me @kimburger1 :)

I guess we’re actually doing this….://///

[ Tom extended imagine ] Endearing dark circles.

Original imagineImagine: Waking up in the middle of the night and Tom not being on his side of the bed. You get up and walk around the house looking for him; you find him singing your baby to sleep.

Written by: A.Wölf.


I opened my eyes finding myself in the darkness of my bedroom.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and looked at the screen, “4:05 Am”.

I turned to my right, deciding to snuggle up to my husband only to find his side of the bed empty.

I could only feel the weight of our cat and our dog sleeping on the edge.

I sat up on the bed.

-Thomas? –I called out but there was no answer.

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Once Bitten, Twice Bonded

I got an idea for a thing because of @darkisangell and I had to write it. This comes around a month after her piece Dance With The Devil, which is quite a good read, highly recommend, as well as another by the name of Trivial Business, which would come after this.

Enjoy this little batch of havoc!

Marco awoke with a start, his body tingling and burning all over. His room was dark, the scant moonlight casting heavy shadows.and went to his chest, breath heavy as he tried to identify the source of the pain.

Tom he realized as it registered the burn was from the bond. Fumbling for the small compact on his nightstand, he sat up as he flipped open the mirror.

“Call Tom.” he spoke, voice clear if not a bit shrill.  The screen began to pulse as it tried to connect to Tom’s mirror.


“Mirror, call Tom.” he repeated when the connection finally dropped, beginning to panic a bit.

This time, after a few minutes, the call went through to reveal a very disheveled Tom.

“What the hell do you want, Diaz?” the demon hissed, pink hair in a fluffy, messy halo around his head, almost completely hiding his horns.

“I…you’re not dying?” Marco asked, confused, hand still pressed to his chest at the center of the dull ache.

“Obviously not.” he replied dryly. “So why did you see fit to wake me up?”

“I don’t know, it feels like something is wrong from the bond.” Marco said.

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with me apart from being woken up by an obnoxious human.” Tom droned, rubbing at his eyes to further smear the eyeliner the demon didn’t bother to wash off.

“So then why does my chest hurt? It’s not like I was standing under than light with anyone else!” Marco snapped.

Tom regarded him with a strange look at his remark. “You’d already been dancing with Star for a minute before I…cut in, right?” he asked between gritted teeth, instantly hating where his train of thought was going.

“Yeah, what about it?”

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose. “What horrendously painful irony-Marco, you might have gotten caught in the light with her, even for a split second. Why don’t you go check on her.”

With that, Tom cut the call, leaving Marco staring at his own reflection.

“I’m bonded with Star too?” he murmured as he slid out of bed. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”

He padded quietly down the hallway in his mercifully dry socks, softly tapping on the Mewni girl’s door. When he received no reply, Marco pushed the door open and stepped into the room.

It was just as dark as his had been, but even more difficult to navigate as Star’s room was far less organized than his. He stepped carefully around the objects on the floor, giving the odd figure kicking under the rug a wide berth.

Finally reaching her huge bed, he nudge the canopy aside to see the girl wrapped in a small ball, the sheets and blankets a messy nest around her. Her face was scrunched up in a grimace, and the usual pink hearts on her cheeks were now tiny skulls.

The burn in his chest flared sharply as she twitched and pulled her body tighter.

“Star?” whispered Marco, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Star, wake up!”

“St-stop, I don’t wanna go!” she mumbled, involuntarily jerking away from his hand.

“Star, it’s just me, Marco! Wake up!” he shook her harder.

This time, her eyes popped open with a startled look and she scrambled away from Marco. “Who’s there?” she squinted in the dark. “Marco? What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?”

“Uh, I think you were having a bad dream?” he said, not really answering her question.

“Oh. Yeah, Mom was dragging me to St. Olga’s.” the girl shuddered.

“Again?” the Mexican boy asked.

“Yeah. Tends to happen whenever I start screwing up. She threatens on a regular basis to ship me off if I keep breaking stuff in this dimension.” Star shrugged.

She seemed fine now, and Marco noticed his chest no longer hurt. Tom’s words echoed in his head.

“Uh, Star? Just out of curiosity, do you know if one person can bond to two people from the Blood Moon?” he asked.

She gave him a curious look. “That’s a really random question. I don’t know, you’d be better off asking Tom. You know, you two are gonna have to get over this aversion to one another sooner or later.”

Marco have a semi forced laugh. “Yeah, don’t bet much on that right now.”

Star rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say.” she drawled. “Anyways, why ask about the bond?”

“Oh, um no reason.” he said quickly, hoping the painfully oblivious girl wouldn’t notice. “Just something I wondered.”

“Oh.” she shrugged and didn’t ask anymore, much to Marco’s relief. “Like I said, you should probably ask Tom, if you two can have a conversation without trying to kill each other.”

“Yeah, I’ll get on that. Well, goodnight, Star. Or good morning.” he amended, glancing at the clock.

“Night, Marco.”


“What do you mean you don’t know?” Marco asked, exasperated.

“I mean, I don’t know, Diaz.” Tom replied venom dripping from his tone. “It’s not like it’s even happened before where more than one person got caught in the light. I’m just saying it could be a possibility.”

“Well, isn’t there anything to explain how the Blood Moon works?” he pressed.

“Probably.” Tom replied, looking bored.

Marco glared at the demon. “Well could you look. I’d love to know if my soul is bonded with both by best friend and one of my enemies.”

“Oh, I’m an enemy now?” Tom mocked with a sneer.

“You’ve always been one! Can you please look and see if there’s something that explains this?!” Marco nearly shouted.

Tom had a distinct lack of giving a shit that grated on Marco’s nerves. “Not my soul, not my problem.”

Marco groaned in frustration, flopping back onto his bed as anxiety gnawed at his insides.

“Hey, Skull Boy, cool it.” Tom griped and Marco glanced back at the mirror. Tom was scowling, a hand on his own chest, rubbing at it with annoyance. “I can feel your stress, stop it.”

Marco raised an eyebrow. “Sorry. I get to be stressed, because it is my soul. You could help this by finding out about the Blood Moon.”

Tom glared at the boy, but didn’t say anything. He stood and vanished from sight.

The demon prince returned a few minutes later, a thick book in his hands that looked older than Marco’s grandfather. Tom flipped through the book for another few minutes, eyes scanning over the Latin.

“Alright, it says here that the Blood Moon bonds anyone who is caught in the light, but it’s a weaker bond if they’re not actually meant to be together. It doesn’t specifically say anything about one person bonding to multiple people, but it doesn’t say it can’t happen, either.” he finally said, closing the book with a low bang. “My best guess is that you did get bonded to Star too, but it’s a weak bond. What that means is you’ve basically got an inner radar for her now, like a sixth sense for her emotions, or if she’s in danger. It’s just a watered down version of our bond.”

Marco took a moment to let the information sink in. “Define watered down.”

Tom gave him an irritated scoff. “What did I just say? You’ll be able to sense her stronger emotions and sense if she’s hurt or in danger. I believe that’s the extent of it.” Marco could see his teeth grinding together as he mumbled to himself. “I really cannot believe that, not only am I now soul bound to the kid that cut off my hand, but I also find out he’s bonded to the love of my life as well. Just fucking great.”

“That’s it?” Marco asked, not acknowledging Tom’s mini-rant.

“I’m not repeating myself a third time.” Tom said flatly. “Are we done here?”

“Yeah, I guess we are. End call.” Tom’s image disappeared and Marco set the mirror back onto his table.

So, apparently his soul was not only bound to a demon prince of hell that hated his guts, but also to the Mewni princess that resided a short walk away. Just fantastic.

“What the hell even is my life?”

I have a real situation here...

Loki in Thor was a real revelation, I loved how they built his character. I loved that they gave him a convincing (in comic terms) background. He really was a Prince of Asgard, who had a hand for mischief and issues that drove him. Who doesn’t fall in love with a prince? ;) Well I fell in love with him.

Loki in the Avengers was more of a stereotypical comic villain, but the development was incredibly important for Loki. He needed to step up from the “poor-misunderstood-child”-thing. He’s the god of mischief after all. Still he wasn’t that exciting to me. 

Loki in Thor 2 with his “I don’t fucking give a damn about anything-attitude. No one cares about me so fuck you all. I’ll just do want I want. Fuck the consequences.” is torture. This sarcastic, delusional, cunning bringer of chaos and mayhem WILL BE THE DEAD OF ME!!!!

It may sound strange, but I was always more of a Tom-fan than Loki-fan. This might change.
Oh please put your clothes back on,Tom!­
In the space of a week we have entered some kind of crazy Tomageddon. Jan Moir hates the direction Tom is taking since seen with Taylor Swift. Says it's time for him to put trousers on.

Oh Tom, what have you gone and done? Just a few short days ago, just a bucket of tears ago, just a broken heartbeat ago, Tom Hiddleston was everyone’s darling.

The charming old Etonian was on a roll. And no wonder. His star turn in the hit television series The Night Manager had proved him to be a classic leading man of the old school. So much so, that he has been hotly tipped to be the new James Bond.

On screen and off, 35-year-old Tom was a proper English gentleman, clever, discreet and enigmatic. He wore tweed. He drank vintage champagne. And when asked about girlfriends, he was the soul of discretion.

‘Some things have to remain sacred. You could write that I’m single. There’s no ring on this finger,’ he would say. Such style, such grace. And now so much egg on that big, handsome face.

For in the space of a week we have entered some kind of crazy, hideous Tomageddon that has found our debonair idol kissing a pop star and pouting in his underpants like a late entrant in a suburban Mr Puniverse contest.

In the estimation of many devoted fans, Hiddleston has gone from classy hero to damn near zero, from prime film star fillet to double cheesy cheeseburger with extra cheese on the side. What on earth has happened to him?


When Daily Mail writes a scathing article about your PR relationship, you have a major problem. 

Oh Tom! End this now!