#//Goes hard.

[unboundwanderers]

( death prompt / looney ) this was it. it was . . . over? the ground of her home felt unstable beneath her feet as if it shook with every breath she took. crystalline irises were wide as she couldn't even muster to raise her chin; she was frozen. in grief. in pain. in every breath that she took without him, she felt like a piece of her crumbled. his last words are hazy; they feel like an indescribable cacophony of distant sounds. too far away to grasp as they mixed into something incomprehensible. " he's . . . " a word spilled from dried-up lips. the deity did not recognize her own voice as she spoke; it was too heavy with pain. she still did not look up. it was the fear of seeing this world without him . . . they had explored it all together. even if it was not for eternity; even if it was just a ripple within the time she had spent living; it meant everything. it was the tidal wave that she needed; the crashing wave that woke her from an eternal slumber. slowly, her legs gave out; trembling limbs let her descend onto the ashen soil beneath her. " he's gone . . . " the hot tears brimming her eyes almost went unnoticed with the way her heart banged against her ribcage. it was screaming. everything was screaming. it was done. it is done. there is no going back. " no . . . i—i need to — " slowly would they cascade from her unblinking irises, glossing over reddened cheeks; sinking into the ground under her legs. her gaze narrowed as she let herself hunch over; it was like the realization itself had her topple over. shit. shit. shit. she should have asked. she should have stayed. she should have said so many more things but now . . . it was over. it was all over. no blue police box covered in rose petals. no one to get upset over the fact that they got everywhere. alone. she felt so incredibly alone. teeth & jaw clenched as the grief turned into something that she hadn't felt in so long; rage. " no . . . p—please. "

the lilies of the valley that rose from her tears shook with the earth they bloomed upon. it stopped. the tears, that was. they would dry upon her heated cheekbones as everything under her quaked. it was a numbing feeling; like the white fire of anger, though, much more volatile. she was angry at this world. she was angry at chaos. but mostly, she was angry at herself. perhaps, if she had been strong enough, she could have stopped this. she could have said what she wanted to. but it was too late . . . & thus, the earth rumbled one last time. in grief had this world come to a stop, mourning the loss of someone that never had the chance of walking alongside her.

THE DOCTOR IS DYING. I could do so much more.

             It took him about fifteen minutes to realize he hadn't actually died yet. When his eyes fluttered open and he felt that familiar chilly concrete, his face seemed to contort in this almost frustrated shape before he picked himself up off the ground. He rolled his shoulders and bent his back enough to hear a couple of snaps and cracks, which triggered a loud groan from him before he moved to stand up and rub his hands down his face. The memories were flooding back to him, now. He had helped Gaia get back home. A wrongfully exiled Goddess is being chased across The Universe by a malicious entity. The herculean task had death flags all over it. So why was he surprised when he felt that FAMILIAR HEAT wash through his veins. Regeneration. It was starting. The Longest sigh escaped him as he realized that.

             Across the open, now empty city where this had occurred- The POLICE BOX stood across a field. This heavy sigh escaped him as the thoughts of what might happen next ran through his mind. Would he even have the strength to make the short walk across the field? Would the change take him before that? He could already feel it swelling up. Taking this long inhale, he pushed that fire down. He held back his own regeneration. He knew that you could sometimes refuse to regenerate- but the choice had to be made the moment the process started. When he'd awoken from his state of unconsciousness, he'd been lucky by only a few seconds that it didn't ALREADY occur... so now all he could do was try to suppress it for as long as he could.

             WHEN YOU'RE HOLDING BACK DEATH, you feel like you're on top of the world. The adrenaline pumping through your veins, those prolonged seconds. You know in your mind that you can do SO MUCH MORE... and he wants to. He has the power too. He takes that first step across the field, and it's hard- every step is hard... but he knows he has to make it. Every movement, every strained muscle, every ounce of blood pumping through his veins- it was all incredibly painful. It was no surprise when he COLLAPSED halfway between where he'd started, and where he was going... and the tears- oh, how much more painful it was to hold them back. Even when he was alone, this incarnation refused to break. Beaten down by tireless forces that tried to keep him down, broken by the endless tragedy of watching a loved one walk to their death, or losing a friend, or accepting that you were most likely going to see a lot of that. Even as he felt it all crashing down on him, he persevered. Because he must.

             He stood back up, finally making it back to The Tardis. Sliding the key into the door, he knew this was the last time THESE eyes were going to look at it- so he took in the box for as long as he could. As if he was saying goodbye to a unique beauty. He finally pushed into the TARDIS- and the POLICE BOX faded from that place... But The Doctor wasn't done, no... not just yet. He had a few people he had to see... Firstly, he had to visit The Last Celestial-- and help her complete her journey to the stars... After that, he'd make sure a certain NIGHT ORCHID had everything she'd needed for an escape from a risky situation-- even if she hadn't known she was there... and finally... Oh, finally... he returned to the City of Freedom and said goodbye to a LAWRENCE KNIGHT... who'd been his true test. By the time all his goodbyes were over and finished with- he was tired... feeling this heavy drowsiness pass over him.

             PULLING DOWN THE TARDIS handbrake, leaning over the console for the last time. Leaning against it, with that weight of holding back the flames ravaging his chest, his lungs- his heart. He moved to step away from the console, pacing for just a moment as he knew he could do nothing more to hold it back... and finally, those tears spilled out, as he knew he was alone... ALONE. But not because he wanted to be, but because that was the kind of life he lived... and in this final moment, the words choked in his throat- he thought of anything to say... anything... and finally, in his mind... he felt it wash over him, and he just... said it.

             "Where there's change, there's hope. That's good enough for me..."

             WELL... HERE GOES NOTHING. He felt the golden energy beginning to spill out. As his fists tightened, this BRIGHT, GOLDEN STEAM emanated off of his hands, causing a bright gold to flood the interior of The TARDIS. His face and hands began to emanate with the warmth of REGENERATION ENERGY. Each pant that dragged out got harder and harder to take- and he felt the strength to keep it held down slipping from him. He sucked in that final exhale before it all slipped out.

             Like Rocket TRAILS- The Golden energy slipped out and caused vibrations to rock through the TARDIS. Sparks, flames, and explosions leak outward from all corners of the SPACESHIP. The Rotor wheezing, The TARDIS slipping out of flight- exploding, crashing. All the while, its pilot changed- morphed. His sunkissed skin got paler, his brown hair was flooded with a bright pink- and his deep brown eyes shined a bright and beautifully golden. He let out one final scream, but even his voice had changed- every cell... refreshed... changed... renewed... REGENERATED.

            HE ALMOST LOST HIS BALANCE when he spun on his ankle. Standing firm- quickly regained his balance. He heard an explosion, and that finally queued him to speak out, "Oh Great Heavens! What happened to the console room!?" He looked down, finally examining his body. He blinked, almost shocked by the change- how intense the process had been. Stumbling backward, he slapped his pectorals. He screamed out "What happened to me!?" He cried out, before another explosion rocked him into the console, and he finally realized that THE TARDIS WAS CRASHING. And he finally realized what had been going on- "Change!? CHANGE!! I've CHANGED!!" He began to laugh, moving forward- grabbing a switch, and YANKING IT DOWN-- Regardless of the sparks that popped out.

                                                                                                            "ABOUT TIME!!"

[afterthelambs]

"In another life I would have really liked just dancing and making inventions with you"

[thankstothe]

!👏

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Uncaring

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[yellow-sword]

My sword is even colder.

[stivkun]

[platoapproved]

louis + cruelty

[paper--machete]

why the fuck was he kinda cooking with that bumpersticker

[nyaa]

アニメ美術から学ぶ《絵の心》 Kobayashi Shichiro

[rapidhighway]

i haven't forgotten about themm!!!!! ☝

[heartorbit]

MWAH!

[prlssprfctn]

You know, it would be hilarious if the Batfamily thought that at some point they figured out all Jason's strength and capacities in the battle, only to find out that he held back ALL THIS TIME.

Like, hey, he constantly spares with Dick or Tim, they saw him fighting with different criminals... It is not nothing new, right? Even if Damian insists that Jason is barely showing his real power... Well, Damian is still a kid, and he likes his brother, he can be just a little bit too excited about him, and he could remember things differently since he was a kid back in the League.

Expect... Damian knows what he is talking about.

So, when something happens (maybe it is an old footage from the League, or something just happened) and the Batfamily witness Jason using his strength on the full mode, no one can utter a word. Just imagine Jason in the combat. Just a pure combat, there are no guns. He fights people with his bare hands. And maybe teeth. Just a one man against an army.

And when he is finally done, Damian just shrugs.

'Yeah, Todd had finally put some effort in his fighting. I still have no idea why he didn't just cast swords, though.'

And the rest of the family goes wild.

[nouverx]

Louise never heard about puppy love, cause they don't know that term in France 💔

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Lyrics are from Louise by TV Girl ! I was listening to it yesterday and that specific line on the second page screamed Alastor I just had to draw something about it

[housederiva]

The fish outside Rook’s window during the romance scene at the end of Veilguard: