#ᴍᴇᴍᴇ.

[ryuojun]

Canon. {quiz}

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

12 and 22 for Robin

✧ ━━ "𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄" 𝐎𝐂 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙽 𝙰. 𝙱𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙴 ; 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

12. Have they ever done something illegal? What was it? ━ Despite his rather amiable, charming nature; Robin's past is a mess of illegal activities as he climbed the ladder in the underground world of crime in Zaun. In his time there, he slowly adapted and Abel taught him almost everything he knows now ( No! Abel did not manipulate Robin to do any of this, he just helped him achieve his goals, whatever those goals were ). He soon learned to possess a monstrous charisma and learned an inhuman prowess for manipulation, and as seen in threads he is a very eloquent speaker and is incredibly persuasive/charismatic when he wants to be. A terrific planner, coming up with both long and short-term solutions to subdue enemies using a Machiavellian style in execution of those plans. He is happy to not be the center of attention and is satisfied with the role of puppeteer, unobtrusively pulling the strings to control or minimize other people’s influence. Robin can be extremely brutal if the situation calls for it, methodical in approach, yet he has never killed anyone himself, but … If you want me to list a few of the things he's done: - Aiding And Abetting - Assault And Battery - Blackmail - Breaking And Entering - Coercion - Conspiracy - Conspiracy To Murder - Counterfeiting - Destruction Of Property - Extortion - Fraud - Gross Negligence - Harboring A Fugitive - Illegal Possession And Use Of Firearms - Incrimination - Jailbreak - Kidnapping - Mafia Affiliation - Obstruction Of Justice - Racketeering - Sabotage - Smuggling - Stalking - Torture - Trespassing

22. Do they have any mental illnesses? ━ I think it's almost impossible for Robin to not; but I've always been wary diagnosing him with anything because I do not have the qualifications to do that. Rather I'll detail the traits of different illnesses he has, and I'll let you all draw your opinions from it. I went into his traits regarding NPD Here ; but he has a lot of ties to the Dark Triad (sans psychopathy). During his teen years he definitely went through an entire depressive episode that culminated in him making a pact with a demon so his suicidal ideation/survivor's guilt wouldn't eat him whole. These negative emotions continued up until and even after his death; but thankfully he seems to have found a sort of peace nowadays. Admittedly Robin did have what I imagine to be an anxiety disorder ( this I feel comfortable saying he had due to my own diagnosis with it haha ) in his teens too, being up in Piltover was a very stressful experience - however with Abel's assistance and teachings Robin was able to overcome this as well. I would say the most enduring part of his personality is his Machieavellian way of dealing with the world, but that is a personality construct and has never been classified as an illness; but is closley tied with anti-social personality disorder due to these interpersonal characteristics being common in individuals with APD. Again, I cannnot confirm or deny if he falls under any of these unmbrellas. He thinks unemotionally and logically when it comes to problem solving, and he has a very in depth understanding of how neurotypical people will react to certain situations/stimuli.

[heartxshaped-bruises]

✧･ﾟ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐈 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

tw: swearing, mentions of death, NSFW

"Every new thing you say makes me yearn for the sweet embrace of death."

"So you're not gonna kill me, you're gonna queer-eye me?"

"Okay, can I be honest with you? I'd lie to you for money."

"You're hotter than the flames you're about to be engulfed in."

"What's the point of killing someone who wants it? Where's the thrill in that?"

"I didn't ask for this. You gave me two very terrible options."

"That's what you think I'm doing? I'm just trying to make conversation."

"I don't like you."

"I wish it was socially acceptable to tell you that I wanna kill you with a hammer."

"The real burning is the burning desire that I feel for you."

"You know, I'm not gonna be the same person after that experience."

"Everytime you enter a public space that I'm occupying, my entire body stiffens."

"This isn't 'hanging out', you're trying to kill me!"

"I don't go to the gym because I sweat, and sweating is really just your pores crying, and crying is weak."

"Ohh, I can't? What are you gonna do? Kill me?"

"You would choose satan before a guy who can actually take care of you."

"I'm here to ask you to take the soul of an influencer I follow."

"Are you hitting on me before my execution?"

"Your tears are my lubricant."

"Am I gonna have to play the tooth-fairy in this scenario?"

"Wow. It's honestly really refreshing to see you all excited for once."

"Don't mouth me off, I know exactly what you're doing in your spare time."

"You're lucky I don't call the FBI."

"Okay, au revoir, bitch! I'm buying myself a first-class ticket to hell!"

"Would you be interested in entering a new dimension with me next week?"

"If it was the purge, you'd be the first one on my fucking list."

"You're an inspiration for young serial killers out there."

"It turned a little bit into a, uh... Lord Of The Flies situation."

"Your skin is so nice, by the way - you'd make a nice purse."

"I'm just messing with you, relax."

"My ideal girl is young enough to be my daughter, but treats me like my mom."

"Why would I tell you my biggest weakness? Are you up to something?"

"If you think about it, step-bro was just helping step-sis out because she was stuck in the laundry machine."

"Did I suck off someone important and like, forgot about it or why am I getting rewarded?"

[sapientiiae]

Would the princess fancy you?

[frozendelinquent]

(-excitedly kicks down you door-) “   Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people. ”

"What--? You mean you haven't been doing that already? Color me surprised." The blond snickers wildly, reaching over to ruffle Thad's hair. It hardly occurs to him that he's in the line of fire - but that's never stopped Cameron before, has it? Naaahh...

[ajuiciisms]

@restingonlarls​ said:

Willow, have you ever had an inappropriate crush? 

NOSEY SINDAY MUSE INTERVIEW  x

“ A married woman’s eyes straying far is already quite inappropriate, but... one of Weiss’ friends... a possible boyfriend even... ”

[herleaf]

@fasciinating commanded, "stay here."

" does that usually work, you saying words and people listening to you? orders, specifically, but maybe i mean it in the grand scheme of things. " it was her first on planet rendezvous and she was honestly buzzing. she had worked so hard to get here, to show her stuff and show she deserved everything that she had. clara oswald deserved adventure, and to show she was a genius. a talented and beautiful genius. a talented, beautiful genius who had a mind so active that she would speak out of turn and ask enough questions to make people's head spin. most likely talking back and sassing her superiors wasn't the best idea, but she had been told by the chief engineer that he had warned them of her overactive mind and mouth. " i mean, this is supposed to be a shadowing and while you are tall, your shadow wouldn't span from being far away from me to... well, me. i think it's more expeditious for learning sake to stay next to you. besides, the moment you leave my gaze i will walk around and it's better for both of us that neither of us get lost. i'm a junior engineer and was picked by the chief engineer himself, so i will do all i can to learn all there is... commander. and, i want to learn from you too. i want to be the most well-rounded that i can be. "

plus, the more she stayed moving and talking, the less the nightmares of metal men and robotic screams could vex her conscious mind.

[brawlligator]

 ❝ Tag Dump...  I think I can put my Tags here for later. ❞  

[ryuojun]

Herb Quiz

Dandelion You grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. Your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. You are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours.

You are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. You're safe. Nothing will ever hurt you again. You're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you.

You are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. You are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.

[sunthieving]

@valiantroyalty asked: hair + Punzie

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

he can see the nerves pouring out of her and he can understand it. he knew she was still nervous when speaking publicly to the kingdom but these kind of events were great practice for her. brown eyes follow her as she paces throughout her room and mumbles to herself.

a light chuckle escapes his lips as he makes his way over to her, hands grasping at her shoulders to bring her to a gentle stop. fingers move to push a piece of her hair behind her ears before they linger against her cheek and urge her to look at him. his fingertips lightly brushing against her cheek. ❝ what's going on in that brain of yours blondie? ❞

[sapientiiae]

Mun Speaks!:

I love aesthetics and thinking about the dynamics between characters. Send me a ★ and I will try to come up with a mood board/collage for our muses.

[frozendelinquent]

How does your Muse show their Feelings?

Bold what applies, italic what sometimes applies and strike what never applies. Feel free to add on!

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬: being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laugh lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬: tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. running makeup. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. anger. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

Anger: Furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫: Wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause.pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out

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tagged by a MILLION YEARS AGO: @dementedspeedster

tagging: @fearlessisabella @fxllenwilson @volucerrubidus @lilmelvin @supraxstcllas @svperboi and whoever might want to

[sinistercall]

🖤 you have to do the thing for star now (o:

@sanguisstella

🖤 - 𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐓.

Just a little shitty cup full of even shittier wine - and how 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 it was to be pressed against his full, pretty lips and to feel the hot pang of his breath across the rim of its glass. Ithuriel knew she was staring at him; captivated by his striking features as she stared at him from the opposite side of the roaring fire, disregarding Wyll's 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐂 narrative in favor of seeing how the flames danced in Astarion's crimson gaze. She was lost in her daydreams up until the point when Karlach filled her mug with the watery beer they had located en route to establishing their camp. Ithuriel momentarily wondered if her laughs sounded 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 enough to hide that she had missed almost all of Wyll's story - but then someone else began to speak. Her lily-curled ears caught onto that tenor immediately; the vampire's polished and soothing voice, accompanied by his 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 peals of laughter brought her attention westward to focus on the conversation he and Lae'zel were having.

With a covetous gaze, she traced the shimmering edge of his goblet as it touched his mouth - and the pang of jealousy was enough to shake her core. Especially when her eyes met his through the dancing firelight. How was he able to 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 such a fierce desire within her heart? To the point where it ached to be set free from its constraints and unite with the one it had been yearning for - how many times had she tethered it back down? Even upon their first meeting she had leashed any initial feelings she might have had towards him; her mind had danced with thoughts of a 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄 - 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵?

Yes. It was. How couldn't it be when he disarmed her with a single 𝐂𝐎𝐎 of her name? That all of her fangs and fury and bloodstained claws seemed to fall away from her body the moment she had to interact with him? Her harsh edges were transformed into soft 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐄, and her menacing growls were shushed down until they held no 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇. Bhaal seemed to have no dominion when Astarion held her; or at least that is how it felt. Ithuriel's heart yearned for nothing more than to spill her own blood - to be gripped and 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 out of the cage of flesh it called home. Or … Had called home. Now it had found home in Astarion, and it's deepest wish was to be enshrined in his chest - or to be cradled in his deft, capable hands. 

She wondered if he would press her beating and bloody heart to his lips too … if he would be 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 by it's sickeningly sweet taste or find solace in its warmth. Ithuriel wasn't sure if she was ready to face his scrutiny; she had witnessed his derisive treatment towards those who appeared to want him. Want. What a simple, 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 little word. She did not want him. No no no - far worse: Astarion had gradually taken over most if not all of her thoughts; like an instinctual need - hunger pulled by a taut, elastic 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 that she had valiantly battled against. But the paladin couldn't resist for long and soon enough every action that she made rested under neverending blanketed questions:

𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘈𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺? 𝘕𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺? 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙.

A brief, disdainful and acrid snort escaped her as she began to 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐃, recognizing that he would scoff at her vulnerability if he ever found out about the extent of 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘 he had over her emotions. Ah … what had he once told a previous admirer? Something about "𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴"? Ithuriel's declaration of those 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 would have meant her demise, she was sure of it. The parasitic entity's domination of her mind would have been a 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 outcome to the humiliation of rejection - she could not fathom facing him after that. Worse still was the thought of no longer gazing into his tired, soft eyes - rubies sanded down into perfectly smooth marbles. She didn't want to think of what they'd look like staring down at her with abhorrence; all her mind could do was beg for him to not hate her. She was 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘. Gods above please let him forgive her for imagining him in her stories - 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 - please forgive her for 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 that he possibly could ever feel the same. 

Forgive her for thinking about how the sunshine would have danced upon his curls in the summertime - how her hand would have held his in their youth had the world been kinder. The both of them pressed close together watching Lathander's fingers give way to the calm of night ... 

For now the tiefling found herself lost in her own drunken reflections, casting a scornful glowing gaze upon his stupid 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 from across the campfire, oblivious to the fact that she had been fixating on it throughout the entirety of Wyll's story. With the night's breeze changing westward a sudden plume of smoke pulled her away and a rough, forceful cough erupted from her while a burning sensation brought tears to her eyes and blurred her view of 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍. Ithuriel was 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 for the small sparkling pearls dappling the curve of her wintry lashes; she was finally free of him. The paladin sighed in relief with a small shake of her head as she made an effort to remain 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 upon rising and unwittingly attracted the focus of Karlach and Gale who both raised a curious brow towards her. Quickly, she wiped her eyes and spoke,

𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚?

"I ... I'm going to go to bed now, I think. I'm just a little tired from the events of the day,"

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥 - 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

"Goodnight."

━━━ @sanguisstella

[wardogsong]

what does your heart look like?

a compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

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[herleaf]

@manaborn whined, “If you could concentrate.”

"Right, as if I haven't heard that one before." The words came out cheeky, underlining her obviously Doctor-like movements as she flipped levers and pressed buttons on the console, as The Doctor always did. She was playing with fire here, only having recently been seen in the TARDIS's good graces, but she hasn't been ejected from the spacecraft so far, perhaps Gwen was her good luck charm. "If it were so easy to get me to concentrate, me dad and I wouldn't've had most of the fights we did. Still do, actually. It's a quirk of mine and most find it delightful. Now come on, do you want to have a space heist or not?"

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