#//BUT IT FIT SO WELL.

[unboundwanderers]

@lunaetis whispered: sacrifice [ goth & yelan. you're forcing my hands and you know it. ] | TAKE ME INSTEAD / SACRIFICE MEME | Accepting

               He has a ringing in his ears. They're on some faraway planet, in some faraway galaxy, and he's running down some faraway corner- barely running, really- pushing himself. There is shaking because this planet is falling apart. The Mining Tunnels he's in are filling with fire because the walls are breaking down, and it's about to fill with rock and dust. He's got a vial in his hands, and his palms are sweaty. He presses his shoulder against a corner for a moment to regain some strength. It's a split second, but it hurts like hell. He's pale, too pale- paler than he usually is. There's sweat matting his raven hair to his forehead. He's running a fever that's gotta be in the 150-degree temperatures right now. Veins running up the left side of his neck are black, and he's got a rash running up his neck and arms, across his chest. He's been poisoned. That's the least of his worries, though- because he has the cure in his hand... there's just one problem.

               He takes off back to the hall after a shake of the mining facility causes him to regain some awareness. He enters a laboratory, crashing through its doors. There on the floor, is the mad fool who did this to them, a roboticist, geneticist- a megalomaniac. The Doctor takes in quickly the room's details. There are some dead soldiers- people came for him, but they took off when they heard the alarms, assumingly after they killed this mad scientist. On the table, though- is the one he's come for. He runs to it and kneels near it. "Yelan-" He mutters out. He pushes a hand against her cheek while he feels her temperature- she's burning up. Her body looks as pale as his, and the rash is more intense, the veins on her body more darker- and her breathing more labored. She's been poisoned too. He hears fire and steel crash from the ceiling of the lab. He doesn't have any time. Like a blanket, he wraps her jacket around her and picks her up, one arm under the legs and the other on the back. He picks her up and exits the laboratory.

               He gets up to the surface pretty quickly, running as fast as he can with her in his arms- stopping only occasionally to stop her from falling out of his arms. It's a ten-yard SPRINT to The Tardis. He can feel his body going numb, cramps along the back and thighs, and his vision is spinning. However, he pushes onward, and powers through it. Mud Geysers and explosions are rocking all around him, the planet's about to crack. As soon as he gets to The TARDIS, he has to put her down and fumble sweatily through his pockets for the key. He moves to hold her with one hand- forcing the key into the door and shaking it as wildly as he can. "C'mon!! COME ON!!!" He screams out keeping himself focused, pushing himself harder- keeping the adrenaline pumping. He pushes the door open and picks Yelan up. He hurries to the console and puts her on the floor, before hitting a flux of switches and engaging the Tardis' emergency take-off.

               He's slipping. He can feel it. He falls onto his knees, holding her up and popping the vial of antidote open, pouring it into her mouth. There's just enough for her, and he makes sure she gets every single drop in a heartbeat. "Yelan- Yelan! Drink this... Drink this, honey- you must drink this. Please, please." He mutters out, watching and helping her swallow the drink. Already he can feel her fever fading, and her skin returning to normal. He even watches her airway open up, de-swell- fascinating... the cure really did work... The pain quickly shot through his body. He put her down gently, and moved away from her- He was heaving, really beginning to fight for his lungs- they were burning, now. The ability to breathe is getting harder and harder. "Is this death?" He mutters out before he lets out a few wheezes, his airways restricting- his vision going blurry and dark- and his fever causing numbness.

               He falls onto his side uncomfortably, his eyes half-lidded, his face going numb, his entire body losing strength, and this incessant ringing in his ears. Only the sound of The TARDIS in auto-flight echoes- but it's quieter than the sound he's listening for. He begins to hear Yelan breathe out through her mouth again and regain consciousness. He wants to lay on his back, look at the stars via the TARDIS's opaque ceiling, and see the nebulas pass by one last time. But he could care less about that when he sees Yelan sit up in the corner of his eye- a tear slips out. He doesn't have the strength to speak, but thank god- he hears in his mind. Thank god she's alright. Thank god it worked. Even though he doesn't believe in that kind of stuff, he's just thankful she survived... He's only wheezing right now, his body is filling with this numbness- and it's so hot.... but Yelan is safe, Yelan is okay. So... It's okay... She's okay.

               This is fine.                This is fine.                This is okay.                This is alright.

[sabertoothwalrus]

Chilchuck Northern Boys amv

[cracklewink]

My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol

[exoflash]

a concerning amount of witchblr will be like "um actually new years was stolen by europeans from the ancient god scroobus mcdoobus" and then you actually try to research scroobus mcdoobus and it turns out he was invented in the 1940s by a conspiracy theorist who powdered every meal with ketamine and thinks that queer people are reincarnated fish

[causalityparadoxes]

He's a bounty hunter. He's into DnD. He somehow doesn't know about cosplay or how to improv despite this. He CAN dance. He fell for the Doctor so hard the only coherent thought in his head under stress was proposing to them. Within the hour he'd kissed them, sacrificed himself, and said "find me" after making them catch a goddamn marriage bouquet. He's a nerd. He's socially awkward. He listens to Kylie Minogue. He's a sweetheart. He's a Killer. He's engaged to the Doctor. He is the moment. He is the Rogue.

[wishfulsketching]

AU zaundads feeling younger

[chloesimaginationthings]

Peni and Noir are Barbenheimer fans

[seren-dipitous-art]

If chaos was personified I think it would be Damian. Tiny child filled with rage and equipped with far too many weapons.

They look SO CUTE altogether!!

I love this au so much. Bats on thrones makes me so happy.

[joshuamj]

Okay, but what if EoW!Zelda had to impersonate Link

[umblrspectrum]

so like is it specifically planets the solver craves or can it get by with just eating dirt off the ground

[wickcipher]

*steve oof sound*

[bixels]

fine, me too.

[paintedcrows]

It's really cute that you're gonna defeat me with the power of friendship and all, but again, I am the Devil from the Bible

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[greykolla-art]

Audio from Critcal Role, Calamity ep 4.

I’ve wanted to visualise this BANGER line for so long!

Thank you Alastor for fitting such a good villain speech!👏👏👏

Here’s also my favourite frames:

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

biblically accurate ethan winters

[missmisnomer]

They're my little guys. My good time pals. Just a couple of goobers.

They are also menaces to society, but that's besides the point 😁

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