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lesbiankimdahyun · 1 year ago

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Devil's Night II

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[GP!Vampire!Mina x Succubus!Sana x GP!Werewolf!Momo]

CW: GP, vampires, werewolves, demons, buckle up

Neither Momo nor Mina could recall how they had ended up where they currently were: the giant two story condo Sana called home. Neither one of them remembered ordering a car or taking public transportation; it was like they had suddenly appeared there at her front door.

When they made it upstairs, Momo didn’t need Sana to lead the way– the scent of the demon was all over the large primary bedroom.

“Wow,” the werewolf said, taking in the space. The wood flooring beneath her feet felt cool. A large, lavish rug in the center of the room against one wall separated the rest of the room from the sleeping space, which consisted of a large, minimalist raised platform bed. Floor to ceiling windows took over on one end of the room, which let in a glimpse of the illuminated city far below them through soft white curtains.

Momo could pick out the scent of bamboo, oak, eucalyptus and…

“Do you collect perfume?” she asked.

Sana smiled and gestured behind her, where wooden display shelves were lined with a number of vintage and expensive bottles.

While Momo took in the collection, Mina glanced out the window warily.

Sana made her way over to the vampire and let her upper arm brush against the other woman’s.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked, but Mina started to share her head.

“Oh, I’m okay–” Mina started, but Sana cut her off.

“No baby, not that kind,” Sana said, a mischievous smile on her face. She tilted her neck, bringing her pointer finger up to her neck and letting it drag downward toward her collarbone. “A drink.”

Mina’s cock twitched. She gave the succubus a quick once over and nodded. Sana took Mina’s hand in hers and pulled her lightly over to her bed. “Come have a taste, then,” she said.

The vampire followed her over to the edge of the bed and watched as Sana positioned herself to sit back against her headboard.

“Momo?” Mina wanted nothing more than to bite into the neck of the demon, but first, she needed to satisfy a desire she’d been harboring since the night began.

Momo joined Mina beside Sana’s bed, eyes roaming over the two of them hungrily.

The vampire found herself shy suddenly, “I– I met Momo first, so forgive me Sana but…” she turned to the werewolf. “Can I kiss you?”

The werewolf’s eyebrows rose but she nodded, a small smile on her lips. She brought one hand up to the vampire’s face and cupped her cheek while leaning in to kiss her. Mina’s nose was cold as it brushed against Momo’s warm, blushing face. One kiss became two, and then Momo’s tongue was suddenly running over Mina’s.

Sana watched with intense desire, growing wetter by the second. Her fingers trailed over her own body slowly, beginning to undo her black bodysuit. Momo let out a husk of a growl as she made out with Mina, her teeth running over the vampire’s long, sharp teeth curiously. The werewolf pulled Mina closer to her and gasped a little when she felt the vampire’s bulge rub against her own.

They broke apart, distracted by the sensation, and Sana let out a little breath, squeezing her legs together. “God,” she said, reclaiming their attention. “Look at you two.” She made her way back up toward them, her body suit falling off of her shoulders as her hands moved up between their legs, palming at their bulges.

Mina tried not to buck into her touch, but her stuttered breath betrayed how badly she wanted to be inside Sana.

The demon snickered. “Needy,” she murmured. While she began to get Mina out of her clothes, the vampire took the opportunity to help get Momo out of her costume, letting her arms run over the werewolf’s strong arms for an extra second or two. Momo shivered a little at her touch.

Soon both Momo and Mina’s clothing was discarded on the floor and Sana beckoned them closer onto the bed. Momo’s hands caressed Sana’s body while Mina stripped the demon out of her costume, adding it to the pile on the floor. The werewolf then flipped Sana onto all fours, angling herself in front of Sana’s head while Mina came up behind the demon, running her hands over her back, giving her ass an appreciative squeeze.

“Want your mouth,” the werewolf said, and Sana obliged. Mina pumped her length a few times while she curiously watched Sana move in toward Momo’s cock. Both Sana and Mina were impressed with Momo’s hardware and her well toned abs. The vampire watched on curiously as Sana reached one hand up to explore Momo’s body. Momo kept herself well shaven for the most part up top, but what held Sana’s attention was the werewolf’s visible happy trail and upper thighs covered in soft, dark hair.

“Jesus,” Sana murmured, finally acknowledging Momo’s massive cock. With the full moon and her rut approaching so soon, her dick was intimidatingly thick and heavy between her thighs.

The vampire licked her lips at the sight, too. She had always wanted to try taking someone else’s dick, but the werewolf was way too big for her, especially this close to a rut. She was eager to see the succubus try to take her eventually, but for now, Sana’s pussy was all hers.

While Mina fisted her own cock in her hand, Sana took Momo’s cock in her hand and tapped it on her tongue, teasing her.

Momo appeared to be doing her best to maintain her human appearance, but the more turned on she became, the more of her natural werewolf features slipped through the cracks. Her nails, for instance, were much longer and sharper now, and the veins in her hands were a little more visible. Her hair seemed thicker, suddenly, and longer.

Sana kissed Momo’s red, leaking tip softly, then licked up some of her precum, making the werewolf bite back an excited whine.

“Promise me you’ll still try to knot me even if I make you cum down my throat?” Sana asked, and Momo nodded without hesitation.

It was all the encouragement Sana needed to take Momo into her mouth then. She kissed and licked her way around the red, leaking tip. It was good that the vampire would take her pussy first because she needed all the stretch she could get from another cock before she’d be ready to attempt taking Momo.

Sana paused for a moment and she looked over her shoulder at Mina. Her eyes did that flickering thing again, going all black as she said “Please,” in a voice far deeper and less human than the one she’d been speaking with all night. Her eyes quickly returned to normal and Mina felt an incredible sense of urgency suddenly. The vampire gripped Sana’s waist in one hand while the other guided her stiff cock between Sana’s folds, coating her tip with the slick the demon was leaking down her thighs.

As Mina started sliding into Sana’s cunt, Momo wrapped a hand around the demon’s head, grabbing a handful of her long, dark hair, and slid her tip into Sana’s warm, wet mouth.

Sana let out a muffled moan, arching her back a bit for Mina and relaxing her jaw for Momo.

As Mina bottomed out in the demon, Sana pushed more of Momo’s cock into her mouth. She paid extra attention to her cockhead, taking her time swirling her tongue over it and working her way down slowly, licking wet, invisible stripes down her length.

The longer Sana spent sucking her, the wetter Momo’s cock became. Within minutes, the wet sounds of Sana’s mouth at work on the werewolf filled the air, making Momo let out a moan.

Meanwhile, Mina teased Sana’s cunt. She slid in, then slowly pulled out and rubbed her tip against her, working Sana’s clit up a bit. The demon ground her hips desperately on Mina’s cock and whined, the sound muffled with Momo’s cock further down her throat.

Momo was starting to lose herself to the pleasure she felt as Sana continued to slurp on the werewolf’s cock. Her head tipped back a little, eyes closing and eyebrows knitting together. It was getting harder and harder to keep her hips still.

The demon picked up her pace, shifting her weight and bringing one hand up so she could pump the rest of Momo into her mouth, eager to make her come. Momo let out a sound that started as a moan and ended as a growl.

“Sana…” she said through gritted teeth. She pulled the demon off of her cock, causing Sana’s mouth to release her with a small pop.

Momo’s eyes were dark gold as she looked down at her. She brought both of her hands up to Sana’s head and cupped her face gently, her thumbs resting on her cheekbones.

“Stay still,” Momo said, then pushed her cock against Sana’s lips until the succubus opened her mouth, allowing Momo to set the pace.

Sana whimpered a little as the werewolf picked up speed, thrusting her hips eagerly to use the demon’s mouth as she pleased. “Oh fuck…” Momo panted. “G-getting close.”

Tears were starting to form in Sana’s eyes as she did her best to take Momo. Her whimpers turned to low cries. She was on the verge of being overstimulated by the two, but she didn’t want it to stop, either. Finding a more steady position on her knees and balancing with one hand on the bed, she reached her other hand down between her legs, desperate to give her throbbing clit some relief.

She could feel every inch of Mina’s long, hard cock driving in and out of her dripping cunt and it nearly drove her over the edge right then and there. Her fingers expertly rubbed over her clit, growing closer to her own orgasm.

Mina’s fucking had also slowly become faster. She was panting too now, her hands gripping Sana’s hips tightly. Her nails were surely leaving marks in the demon’s skin, but she didn’t let up. Lewd sounds of Mina’s skin connecting with Sana’s joined the wet sounds of head being given. The vampire desperately wanted to wrap her hand around one of Sana’s horns and pull her back so she could watch Sana take her cock.

“Fuck!” Momo grunted, thrusting roughly into the demon’s mouth. She held Sana’s mouth down on her twitching cock for a few moments, then let her go. Sana pulled back, gasping for a quick breath before swallowing Momo’s seed. She stuck out her tongue, looking up at Momo with heavy lidded eyes as the werewolf coated her tongue with more of her load. When she finished, Sana took her cock back in her mouth, cleaning her up until Momo let out a small cry and pulled away.

“Mm,” Momo said, catching her breath. “Can’t wait to knot you.”

This was Mina’s chance. She leaned over the succubus, one hand reaching up and over to touch the demon’s horns. She didn’t want to startle Sana though, so instead of grabbing, she trailed her fingers over the horn’s hard, bumpy surface.

To her surprise, Sana’s back arched immediately and the demon let out a high pitched whine.

“Shit,” Sana cried. “Again– do it again.”

Mina’s eyebrows raised a little, but she quickly obliged. With a particularly rough thrust, she pulled herself forward, deeper inside Sana, so her hand could brush over more of the dark-colored curled horn.

Sana gasped and Mina felt her cunt clench around her cock. The vampire stifled a moan as she felt it– the demon’s inner thighs shook and then she cried out, releasing a mess of slick as she came on the vampire’s cock.

The feeling of Sana coming around her cock nearly made Mina see stars. The vampire couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hips stuttered in their movements and then she came too, lurching forward while gently pushing Sana into the bed. She sank her teeth into the demon’s neck, emptying herself greedily into Sana while taking what she wanted. Sana cried out but sank submissively into the bed, reaching back and wrapping her hand around Mina’s thigh. She pulled Mina closer against her as the vampire filled her and lapped at her neck.

The hair on the back of Momo’s neck stood up as she watched, one hand pumping her still-hard cock lightly. As she drank from Sana, Mina’s pupils narrowed, turning into vertical slits. It was the first time Momo had seen her look even remotely inhuman.

Mina continued thrusting into Sana lightly, fucking her load deeper into her until she felt sated enough to finally pull back. She licked the demon’s neck gently, pressing a sloppy final kiss to her skin before sliding out and unsticking herself from her.

With Mina’s eyes reverting back to their normal red-rimmed appearance, Momo quickly moved on from what she had just seen and licked her lips as Mina slid out; her cock was covered in a mix of her own seed and Sana’s juices.

Sana and Mina caught their breath while Momo continued to lightly jerk herself off. Sana rolled over onto her back until she was beneath the werewolf. She smiled and hummed, reaching up to take over for Momo’s hand.

“Still hard, pup?” she cooed.

It didn’t take long before the three of them went back at it for another round. This time, Momo mounted Sana, keeping the demon pinned down on her back as she lined her cock up with Sana’s dripping cunt.

Mina, on her knees, hovered over Sana’s head. She was determined to come again, jerking herself off steadily with occasional help from Momo’s warm, inviting mouth.

Momo hissed as her cock lined up with Sana’s wet entrance. When she finally slid in, Sana gasped, her chest heaving from the effort.

“Yes…” Sana sighed dreamily, wrapping her legs around Momo’s thighs and reaching up, draping her arms around the werewolf’s shoulders. “More, need more..!”

Momo gave her a little more, bottoming out inside of Sana before pulling back out. She slid in and out again slowly, warming up the demon to her size. She’d barely even started and already could see Sana was doing her best to keep from falling apart on her cock.

The succubus whimpered loudly as Momo pressed herself inside again. The werewolf’s cock was excruciating, but in the best way. Sana couldn’t remember the last time she’d been stretched out so deeply.

Satisfied that Sana could handle her, Momo picked up her pace. The demon had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming as Momo hit the deepest parts of her. Momo merely grunted, thrusting into Sana with feverish desire, her knot forming quickly.

“N-not gonna last,” Momo said, dropping her head a little. It was almost too much just to look up: the sheer sight of Sana— who was clawing at her back, moaning and tilting her head back from pleasure and pain— could have made her come on the spot. And if Momo wasn’t looking at Sana while she rutted into her, Mina’s long, lean cock had her attention.

The vampire, she knew, was also getting close. Her tip was flushed and she could feel Mina’s legs shaking above her while she bobbed shallowly on the head of her cock, wanting to see the vampire come undone again. What Momo didn’t fit in her mouth, Mina stroked with her hand, feeding as much of her aching cock to the werewolf as she could.

Sana, having adapted to the brutal pace and depth that came with being fucked by the werewolf, nearly submitted herself to the her, letting the werewolf hold her down like a toy. With a daring glint in her eye, though, she opened her mouth.

“Look at you, pup,” Sana teased, looking up at the werewolf above her. “Look how desperate you are.”

Momo whimpered a little, slowing her pace just a bit.

“So desperate to fuck, and so easy, aren’t you?” Sana smirked. “Big dumb puppy. You’ll jump at any chance to dump yourself into anyone just to relieve yourself, won’t you?”

Momo gasped, completely losing her pace. “S-Sana…” she whined. Her knot was rubbing against the demon’s clit, begging to slip inside. “Please— can I…?”

“W-wait,” Mina cried suddenly. Her breath caught. Sana degrading Momo while Momo sucked her off played right into the vampire’s liking for change in power dynamics. “Momo, I’m gonna–”

The werewolf moaned a little and opened her mouth just in time to catch Mina’s load on her tongue. Mina trembled as she felt Momo’s tongue on her. She closed her eyes as she took her hand away, letting Momo lap up her seed and suck her clean.

Making the vampire come made Momo want to come even more. Momo’s grip was painfully strong on the succubus now; she could barely stand keeping her fully inflated knot out of Sana, but she also wanted to finish servicing the vampire. The moment Mina pulled away, Momo let out a strangled growl and slammed her knot inside Sana.

The demon let out a scream, scrabbling underneath Momo.

“Fuck!” Sana exhaled sharply. She could barely think straight with how stuffed she was, but still couldn’t resist riling the werewolf up even more. “C’mon Momo,” she purred, “Aren’t you gonna put your pups in me?”

“Y-yes,” Momo panted in response. She fucked Sana with her knot for a few more thrusts before her breath hitched. The werewolf let out a possessive snarl as she came, knotting Sana.

Sana’s jaw dropped almost instantly when she felt Momo release. The werewolf seemed to come endlessly inside her. All she could do was open her legs more and glance down to watch herself be filled by Momo’s twitching cock.

Mina, who had been lying on her back and recovering m on the bed, moved over to make room for Momo and Sana to lie down beside her. Sana, naturally, was back in the middle of them.

After a few minutes, Momo could finally slide out of the succubus. Sana sighed appreciatively. Wordlessly, the three rested for a bit. Momo and Mina felt utterly exhausted.

“We…we should do that again sometime,” Momo said weakly. Her cock was soft but sensitive. Her mind was wandering, curious about whether or not the vampire could take her, but she was so tired, she knew she wouldn’t find out tonight. She stifled a yawn.

“Yeah…” Mina said. Her own eyes were suddenly heavy. She felt as if she could fall asleep right there.

“Maybe we will,” Sana replied softly. Unlike Momo and Mina, she was wide awake. Her fingertips roamed lightly over her own breasts, down along her stomach and hips as she got acquainted with her new bites, bruises and scratches. “Happy Halloween,” she whispered, staring off into space as the other two closed their eyes and nodded off.

*************

The next thing Mina knew, she was waking up in her own bed in her own apartment. She felt well rested, but then overwhelming thirst took over. She checked her phone– it was 2:00 PM, October 31st.

The vampire sat up quickly. Where had her morning gone? Wait— how had she gotten home from Sana’s?

Sana and Momo.

Mina patted her deep green duvet, half expecting Momo and Sana to be beside her.

“Hello?” she called out, but her empty apartment said nothing back. Finally convinced she was alone, she went into her bathroom and splashed cool water on her face. She hesitated for a moment, then filled the sink with water and peered into it, trying to get a glimpse of herself in the moving water. She inspected herself as best she could. A few dark purple marks littered her neck, but she was more or less the same.

Satisfied, she then rushed to her kitchen and snagged open a pouch of donated blood, drinking from it fervently.

She wondered if Momo was experiencing the same thing she was– coming to all alone in her home, wherever it was– and wondering the same thing she was:

Who was that succubus?

#twice imagines #gp!twice #vampire!mina #succubus!sana #werewolf!momo #demon!sana #twice smut

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mentatemulator · 5 months ago

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Observations on the Dead

Written for Vamptober prompt number 9 (yes, I'm doing them out of order)

Vampire who is still growing in their new fangs. It is approximately 1400 words long, or about 2 pages. It contains: Captivity Torture Starvation Mild Gore It's a good deal darker than my usual work, but I do hope you enjoy!

The hunter arose at sunset, as befit one of her profession. She made her ablutions as the last rays of the sun disappeared behind forested hills dusted with the first snow of winter. With care, she made a circuit of the safe-house's interior, ensuring the wards were still in place at every possible entrance. Religious symbols and sacred herbs could not stop an experienced vampire for long, but they bought precious time to prepare for an intrusion. Each had been ritually bound to her, so that their destruction would not go unnoticed. Unlikely that her quarry's sire would find her this far from the city, but precautions were still warranted.

Satisfied, she made her way to the kitchen and prepared a small pot of porridge. The provisions here were meager stuff, but it was better than the travel rations in her pack. A warm bowl of anything was preferable to hard tack and jerky. She ate her fill, cleaned the dishes, and then prepared herself for the night's ministrations.

She donned her vestments, tied back her hair, strapped her tools to her waist, and finally drew on long gloves of brown leather, studded here and there with dots of silver. Her neck was protected by a steel gorget, engraved with the symbols of her order. She took up her book of observations, lit a candle, and thus armed, descended into the basement.

The fine hardwood staircase gave way to a floor of cold stone. The air down here was damp, and smelled faintly of rot. She was unsure if moisture from outside was getting in, or if it was a consequence of all the bodily fluids. Wall sconces were lit from her candle as she passed, until she came to a lone door. It was heavy, made of thick beams of oak reinforced with steel. She produced an iron key, fit it to the lock, and pushed it open.

There was a scrabbling sound within, and the clink of chains. The hunter showed no concern, but set about lighting a pair of standing candelabras. As flame came alight, a form took shape in the center of the room: lanky and ragged, nude flesh covered with inflamed welts, unkempt hair hanging about its shoulders. Two faint red lights glared up at her.

The hunter considered her quarry carefully. It no longer looked at her with conscious hatred, had indeed progressed past even cowering fear, and now regarded her with simple animal hunger. There would be no more point in asking it questions, as she doubted it could still speak.

She placed her notebook on an old wooden lectern, opened it to a fresh page, and took up pen and ink to record this new development. The creature's eyes did not leave her even once as she did so. It shifted around, pulling at its chains, its budding canines visible in its open mouth. The previous night, it had been timid and obsequious, only rising from the floor when forced to, and otherwise kept its face to the black stone beneath it. It had groaned and begged, pleaded for a drink. Now it was restless, testing the limits of its captivity. A fascinating transformation.

The hunter rose again, and walked a slow circle around it. The thing followed her with its gaze, craning its neck painfully when it couldn't turn any further. She inspected the restraints. Neither collar nor wrist cuffs showed any serious wear, the advantage of using iron instead of silver. Given how young this one was, she had been concerned that prolonged silver exposure might kill it preemptively, and it wasn't yet strong enough to break chains of more ordinary metals.

She checked the deep cut she had made down its back, to gauge its ability to repair itself. Three nights in, and the scar was still visible. Hard to say for certain if the starvation was a factor in that. The marks from the most recent lashing were still quite stark. Otherwise, its skin remained supple and full, despite its deprivation.

As the hunter got closer to inspect its fingernails, its breathing grew heavy. It made an attempt to lunge at her, and she reflexively pulled back.

“Petulant beast, be still!” she snapped, “You'll have another taste of the cat, if you cannot behave.” It merely hissed at her, unhearing. She grabbed the end of the chain that held its collar, through an iron loop on the wall, and pulled. The thing's head was yanked upright and back, until the collar stuck fast against stone. It cried out and flailed, and the hunter noted that it fought with more strength than usual.

An older vampire in this state was exceedingly dangerous. Unlike something living, vampires became more powerful on the brink of starving, burning away their reserves and abandoning their reason in an attempt to secure a meal at any means. They'd been known to take unwary hunters in this way, breaking free and savaging their captor with beastly glee. But she had been fortunate enough to take this one while it was still weak, still growing into the full potential of its unbirth. It could not have been turned more than three months ago.

The hunter wished she could take another measurement of its adolescent fangs, but it would surely not behave for the procedure now, wits too dulled to respond to threats of punishment. She would have to destroy it soon, after some final observations. She released the chain, and stepped back.

The beast was growing frantic, straining against its restraints, desperate for a taste of her. It grunted and growled with frustration. The hunter ignored it, returning to the lectern to take more notes. As she scrawled out her observations, the thing's sounds grew more and more pained. It whined, it spat, it scraped its nascent claws against the stone tiles. The hunter was beginning to grow exasperated. She stood, and pulled the bullwhip from her belt. A bit of pain may quiet it for a time.

Then the creature suddenly went silent. Its ferocity became stillness, but the intensity of its stare remained. The hunter paused, wondering if perhaps the beast still had more wits than she had thought. Could it recognize that it was about to be punished?

Then the hunter felt a chill. She realized far too late that the shadows within the cell were growing darker, draining all the light from the room. She reached for the silver dagger at her waist, and spun towards the door. There had been no warning, and no sound, to mark the thwarting of her wards. The candles beyond the door had all been snuffed out.

“Reveal yourself, abomination!” she said while brandishing the dagger, trying to put the engraved holy symbols between herself and the intruding horror.

Long, clawed fingers clamped around her wrist. Her eyes snapped to it, and followed its pale arm back, already behind her, already in control.

“Drop,” came a voice like the stillness of a frozen corpse, and the hunter let her dagger fall to the floor.

“Very good,” its mocking praise seeped into her flesh, held her in rigor. She felt the press of its lifeless body to her back, as a second hand snaked up her front to hook a finger around her gorget.

“You've been keeping my pet from me,” it whispered into her ear, sending tremors down her spine, “and just look at the state of her.” It spun her around to face the chained creature, which was on its hands and knees, with a predatory grin on its face.

“I do believe you owe her a meal.”

The hunter was consumed by a vision of a fresh deer carcass, guts steaming in the snow, as a wolf tore meat away from its bones. Her mouth went dry.

“But you shall make your apologies to me, first. We have all night to feed my sweet pet.”

The finger grasping her gorget was pulled down, and the protective steel split apart like paper. Cold lips brushed the bare flesh of her neck. She tried to say something defiant, last words before her death agony began, but all that came out was a pitiful croak.

“Ah-ah, not a sound now. You will suffer me in silence. You will save your screams for her.”

She met the young one's eyes and held them as fangs burrowed into her flesh, and claws raked her belly. The cell was filled with the scent of fresh blood. Howls of pain died in her throat, forbidden to cross her tongue. The night was young, and the dead are not possessed of mercy.

#mentat's muse #short story #vampire #fiction #horror

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certifiedpoopshitter · 1 month ago

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Been cooking up Tales of Arcadia OC lore...

Maren was an apprentice under Ceridwen who lived on Avalon. She would come to Camelot to get supplies for her alchemy, where she met Hisirdoux. Her master was part of the independent group of sorcerors who disagreed with Merlin so heavily siding with Arthur, and because Hirisdoux worked under Arthur, he was not seen in a good light. Still, Maren and Hisirdoux got along very well. It was rare to find someone their age who also happened to be a magic apprentice. Under the guise of courtly love, the two simply were in love for loves sake. Both young adults lacked the full comprehension of why Merlin's work was so looked down upon. They were never discovered. There was no dramatic reveal and consequence to their love. Rather, one day, Maren simply stopped showing up.

Unbeknownst to Douxie, Maren's body and her magic were being used to power what would become the Heart of Avalon. She was placed in stasis in a larger capsule which would be picked away at to supply magic to a variety of magical items. Maren, with her vast expertise in alchemy, was able to perfect something that could make the greater stone replicate any type of magic the user desired at the price of her powers needing to imbue the stone at all times. She couldn't possibly waste her life every day keeping the same spell going, so in order to fuel her masterpiece, Maren put herself inside, using her body's essence to power her masterpiece. This reserved her in an ageless stasis, keeping her at 19 physically.

Meanwhile, the Battle of Killahead Bridge took place, blah blah blah this is show lore not my lore, wizards are also locked at an immortal age, with Hisirdoux also being permanently physically 19. Hisirdoux never knew what happened to Maren. He would often reminisce on what they had, until he was able to move on to other things. He had basically permanent time on his hands. He couldn't spend his centuries waiting for a girl.

900 years passed, and the Stone of Avalon had long since been forgotten with the rest of true Camelot. The stone had been worn thin and useless. As it grew smaller and smaller, Maren inside became more and more conscious until one day, she woke up. She had no idea how long she was gone, thinking of it as a very long sleep. To her, 900 years had felt like a night. She was now located somewhere in Arcadia Oaks, which she would soon come to find out as she walked right out into it. She stuck out like a sore thumb, her medieval clothing contrasting heavily against modern t-shirts and jeans.

She comes to find Hisirdoux, now Douxie. He looked so.. different. His long black hair cut shorter and partially dyed blue. His clothing entirely different. She did not understand. Why was everything so strange? Where was Avalon? Camelot? Merlin? She couldn't tell. Finding the right time, she approached Hisirdoux, who was shocked to see her. He believed himself to be seeing a ghost, an apparition of a long lost young adult romance from his... somewhat more immature years.

After all this time, Maren hadn't changed a bit... but how much had Hisirdoux changed?

AND THESE ARE MY NOTES FOR POSSIBLE IDEAS FOR THA STORY (that is if I ever make this into a real fanfic..)! YAY!

Maren will eventually start to age, as she wasn't affected by the bridge magic. Unless Douxie hits her with an immortality spell (which would take a lot out of him), Maren will age as normal and someday die while Douxie is stuck at the same age (like a vampire minus all the actual vampire stuff)

Douxie feels bad not being the same as he once was. Maren still has so much light and hope for things, but he knows just how dangerous things have become in her absence and what evil her work has been used for.

Maren and Douxie are both technically homeless, as Douxie lives in a spare room at the bookstore he works at, and he offers to let her stay a while against his better judgment. Maren feels like she needs to step up to support them both, but she has no valuable job experience. Arcadia doesn't exactly have a lot of ‘alchemist’ jobs available. Douxie then feels guilty for ‘burdening her’ with his money problems.

Maren is still just as in love with Hisirdoux as she was at the start, but then she notices how new of a person he is, and she starts to doubt their stability. Douxie is unsure if he could ever love Maren in such a way again. After all, that was 900 years ago.

Maren wanted to tell Douxie she was going to be gone for a very long time, but a charm was placed on her where she could only tell the secrets of the Stone of Avalon to those who were part of the Avalon Guild of Magic. This excluded Merlin and Douxie, so Maren could never tell him what was going to happen, leaving him wondering for centuries.

Douxie wants Maren to live much better than he does, but he knows Maren would struggle socially in the modern day. Bunkhouses and homeless shelters would overwhelm and scare her with all the unfamiliar people. This is when Doux really realizes how much of a lifeline he is for her. He lets her stay in GDT's spare room “for a few months”, leading to them spending at least a few hours a day together. Maren also eventually gets hired full-time at GDT when Douxie finally confesses he's been hiding a whole human being in his room (he was scared his employer would charge him rent if he had more than himself and his cat). This was the compromise they settled on… plus a little rent from the both of them.

Douxie takes advantage of public facilities (street showers, food banks, etc). He feels bad for putting Maren through something that he views as “embarrassing”. Maren, however, feels no shame in using such things. She's grateful to have such resources and does not understand why Douxie's situation has such a stigma.

Maren and Douxie had only ever kissed once. They both forgot what it felt like.

Maren is fascinated by movies. She originally thought they were magical until Douxie explained the process of how they were done, which only amazed Maren more. How could regular people do something so amazing without magic? It becomes one of her new favorite things about her new life

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Purus Sanguis

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Holy Shit, we are so back boys! Please enjoy Purus Sanguis! Feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged, to my friends I have made read this, hi pookies!

🚨Stories in this series contain suggestive/triggering themes [Abuse, Stalking, etc.] where there are warnings on the post this is an extra warning if you wish not to engage with this series I completely understand.

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Across an antique chess table sat a vampiric father and daughter, “You have to make a move, princess,” the older white hair, pale, man remarks.

“Shush, I’m thinking!” his pale, black hair, daughter replies.

Both with red eyes in differing shades, they stare at the almost-finished game between them, sitting in the office of a peaceful funeral home. The off-white walls have extremely dark wood paneling and a vintage design peppering the wallpaper, and the office is filled with many family pictures, not only on the walls but also on top of bookshelves next to law books and other pieces of fine literature, along with a large dark oak desk and a couple of lounge chairs.

“Margo~”

“I’m thinking, daddy,” the young girl remarks, waving a hand at him.

“Princess you’ve been thinking for,” her father looks at his watch, “five minutes.”

The sound of a door opening doesn’t pull Margo’s focus, a pale woman, black-haired with a white forelock, eyebrows, and eyelashes, stepped through the threshold of the office.

“Still playing chess?” She asks.

“My Belladonna,” the white-haired man yearns, taking hold of her hand as she stands behind the chair he was in and kissing her knuckles, “Your bunny has not made a move in five minutes.”

“Give her time, Wilhelm,” Belladonna coos, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Where is my Odette?” Wilhelm asks as Margo still stares at the chessboard.

“She went to change,” Belladonna answers before Margo finally moves a piece.

“Damn,” Wilhelm mutters, as Belladonna releases him so he can lean closer to the chessboard.

“You have to make a move, Daddy,” Margo mocks.

Belladonna giggles at her daughter’s jest as Wilhelm moves a piece. “Check,” the young girl remarks now quickly moving a piece.

Wilhelm groans making a foolish move, “Checkmate!” Margo cheers.

“Oh, better luck next time, my beloved,” Belladonna exclaims with a smile, before kissing Wilhelm’s cheek.

“Again,” He huffs.

Margo giggles before setting the board back up with her father, her mother kissing the top of her forehead. “Kick his ass, bunny,” Belladonna remarks softly, before leaving the office.

“You did very well, Margo,” Wilhelm coos.

“I learned from the best,” she replies with a very wide smile. “I went first last time.”

The two of them soon became engrossed with the beginning stage of the game before hearing the front door to the funeral home slam and a soft commotion outside the office door. Panting from an individual, Belladonna’s soft Russian accented voice in a concerned and almost frightened tone.

“Stay here, Margo!” Wilhelm orders instantly jumping to his feet, all but rushing out of his office. Thinking of all the most horrific scenarios that could be taking place outside his office

“Bela—” He exclaims after opening his office door, shocked to see a young girl he was all too familiar with attempting to catch her breath in his funeral home’s main foyer. dark complexion short brown hair with a set of long braids that reached her collarbone, “Venus?! What are you doing here?”

“Venus?” Margo questions poking her head out of her father’s office.

“Hey, starlight,” Venus remarks, looking past Wilhelm to flash Margo a toothy smile

“Venus?!” Another young girl exclaims stepping out of the bathroom, Margo's twin with short extremely dark brown hair and magenta eyes.

“Hi, Odie” Venus mentions looking over to the young girl standing next to the bathroom door, before staring back at the large older man in front of her, “We have a problem.”

Both share a very instant look, “In,” Wilhelm instructs Venus, gesturing into his office before looking at Margo sympathetically, “We’ll finish our game another time, princess.”

Exiting her father's office, Margo approached her twin sister who had taken a place next to their mother, “Momma?”

“Stay here, my darlings,” Belladonna remarks looking at Wilhelm’s closed office door with a knitted brow.

“Is everything okay?” Margo asks.

“I’m sure everything is fine,” The older woman replies before walking toward Wilhelm's office, leaving the two vampiric girls staring at one another.

“How was ballet class, Odette,” Margo asks.

“Great,” Odette answers, with a small smile as the two young girls make their way to the buffet hall in the funeral home, “Momma let me teach the littles for a bit!”

Belladonna quietly shut the door to Wilhelm’s office, her husband holding a stern gaze at the young American girl who had collapsed in one of the comfortable chairs in front of his desk. “Venus, does anyone know you are here?!” Asks Wilhelm.

“I’m an adult, I don’t need to tell my father or brother that I’m traveling,” Venus huffs.

“Venus, sweetheart, we are usually told when or if you are coming. Does anyone know you are here?” Belladonna asks softly, rubbing the back of the chair the young woman was sitting in.

“Yes, everyone in the whole damn pack knows that “baby wolf” is here!” Venus scoffs, “You too should be more worried about the fact that I was chased down the streets of small-town Romania!”

There is a moment of silence, during which Wilhelm and Belladonna look at each other with wide eyes. “I’m sorry for being vulgar,” Venus mutters, sitting hunched over with her arms resting on her knees.

“Who was chasing you?” Wilhelm asks, a tone of frequency in his voice, “Someone fae? Mortal? Human—"

“It was a vamp,” Venus answers, interrupting him, “He was ugly and horrible, I don’t know a vampire could look that disgusting.”

“Did he follow you here, sweetheart?” asks Belladonna.

Venus shakes her head, “I think I lost him.”

Wilhelm grabs his walking cane from behind his desk and coat from the coat rack, “How long are you staying, Venus?”

“Just a week,” she answers, “Wilhelm, there is something else—”

“We’ll talk about it later,” he remarks heading for the door, “I’ll be back soon.”

“Beloved,” Belladonna calls following him out of his office.

Margo and Odette could see their parents through the buffet hall's open doorway to the funeral home's main entrance area, but the girls couldn’t hear them. Their father was clearly on a “mission” of some kind, given the scowl on his face, while their mother followed him.

“I’ll be back before the funeral starts,” Wilhelm informs.

“Wilhelm!” Belladonna states firmly, making him whip around, “Please don’t—”

“No,” Wilhelm remarks, cupping her face in his large hands, “I’m sorry, but I must. I will be back soon, I promise.”

“Please come back to me,” Belladonna mutters as Wilhelm rests his forehead against hers.

“I have never broken a promise or even lied to you, mein Schawn,” Wilhelm states placing a soft kiss on her lips, “And I don’t intend to start now.”

Belladonna sighs watching him leave, “Where is daddy going?” Margo asks, poking her head through the buffet hall door.

“He has something to take care of some business, bunny,” Belladonna answers, entering the dining hall.

“Oh, business who is he murdering?” Odette giggled with her chin resting on the little table she was sitting at.

“Birdie,” Belladonna sighed.

Odette straightened up and shrugged. “Come on, girls. We have a funeral to get ready for.”

“Yes momma,” the girls reply, the two of them ready and willing to help their mother.

Wilhelm reenters the funeral home 2 hours later to the sound of both the piano and the harp accompanied by soft murmuring in one of the chapels, Belladonna peers out of the chapel.

“Jesus Christ,” Belladonna huffs under her breath while matching over to him.

“I am fine,” Wilhelm sighs, combing his disheveled hair out of his face.

“Oh, really because the blood on your cheek says otherwise” Belladonna scoffed quietly adjusting his tie.

“You obviously know it’s not mine,” Wilhelm remarks in a hushed tone similar to hers.

While adjusting his large coat, she observes blood stains on his undershirt. However, invisible to one, nothing looks hard at him, and they are mostly covered by his waistcoat. “Anyone we knew?” she asks.

“No, just a young vampire that looked far too old for his age.”

Belladonna clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth with a disgusted look on her face, “I’m getting tired of this,” she remarks, “I would like to know who has it out for us! We missed a Le Doux wedding because of this, that hasn’t happened in over a hundred years!”

“I’m aware, It’s frustrating me too,” sighs Wilhelm, while Belladonna straightened out the wrinkles in his coat before getting on tiptoes and licking the blood off his cheek.

“We’ll figure it out,” Belladonna mutters as he kisses her cheek.

“We’ll figure it out,” Wilhelm repeats, with a heavy sigh before walking with her arm and arm into the chapel.

Time feels as if it moves slowly. The funeral feels longer than it should, the car ride home feels uncomfortable rather than soothing, and dinner is awkward, to say the least. Wilhelm pulls Venus into his home office with Belladonna to discuss the “something” that the young werewolf woman mentioned back at the funeral, leaving Margo and Odette to do their nightly routines with heavy pits in their stomachs.

“Margo?” Odette asks, standing in the doorway of her twin sister’s bedroom the room decorated in a gothic style with splashes of a deep magenta.

“Yeah, Odette,” Margo remarks turning in her vanity chair to look at her sister as she braided her hair.

“What do you think they are talking about?”

Margo shrugs, “Something that is none of our business.”

“I don’t like that,” Odette replies, “You could smell daddy just as much as I could when he came back from his “business” I know I made a joke about it, but he went out to kill someone! Venus isn’t being herself—”

“Venus is how she always is,” Margo retorts.

“No, she isn’t she usually laughs jokes. Throughout dinner when I was trying to lighten up the mood she didn’t laugh once!”

Margo sighs, “Momma’s even being weird!” Odette added.

“If it is something important, Momma and Daddy will tell us when they are ready,” Margo reassures, “I doubt it’s anything terrible.”

As if a cue from the Gods, they could hear the door to Wilhelm’s office shut downstairs, and the door to one of the downstairs guest rooms open and close. “Maybe Venus will talk—” Odette is interrupted by a very primal, loud, and angry scream erupting from Wilhelm within his office, along with the sound of multiple items clattering to the home’s hardwood floors. The volume and the amount of power behind the cry made both of the girls jump and stare at one another.

“You are aware that you have probably just scared our girls,” Belladonna remarks softly, looking at him from where she stood as he heaved in front of a disheveled bookshelf.

“I’m sorry,” he huffs, turning away from her gaze, “But how am I supposed to react.”

“I’m not reprimanding you, Wilhelm,” she sighs, stepping over books to wrap her arms around his middle, laying her head against his back. “Believe me I am just as furious as you are.”

“There is a vampire that wants our girls.” Wilhelm huffs, “And he has wanted our girls for years.”

Belladonna hums, “So we have to find him and kill him,” she mutters into his back.

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adventure-showdown · 1 year ago

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What is the greatest Doctor Who story ever told?

Everything has been split into groups of 32 that I think are of similar levels of notoritiy, but likely not popularity. Seeding within the groups decides the matches. At the end of the round groups are paired up and mashed together to do it all again.

What that means right now is the order the matches below are listed in has no baring on what they'll be against in the next round

There will be 16 matches a day with Fridays off

Lastly, you can still submit propaganda for posts here

ROUND 1

ROUND 2

Day 16

The Metaphysical Engine or What Quill Did vs Alien Avatar

The Last Oak Tree vs Dead Man Walking

Black Hunger vs Dream-Eaters

From Out of the Rain vs Detained

A Day in the Death vs Nightvisiting

Fragments vs Taphony of the Time Loop

Lost Library of Ukko vs The Custodians

Sirens of Ceres vs Children of Earth

K9 and Company vs Regeneration/Liberation/The Korven

Mutant Copper vs Reset

For Tonight We Might Die vs The Lost

Miracle Day vs The Cambridge Spy

Mind Snap/Angel of the North/Last Precinct/Hound of the Korven/Eclipse of the Korven vs Fear Itself

Exit Wounds vs Something Borrowed

Co-Owner of a Lonely Heart/Brave-ish Heart vs Oroborus

The Fall of the House of Gryffen vs The Curse of Anubis

previous and future days under the cut - unfortunately i've had to get rid of the links because there were too many and the post broke, however they are all tagged #round 2

Day 1

The Mind Robber vs Galaxy 4

The Moonbase vs The Daleks' Master Plan

The Evil of the Daleks vs The Space Museum

The Gunfighters vs The Macra Terror

The Dalek Invasion of Earth vs The Celestial Toymaker

The Reign of Terror vs The Daleks

The Rescue vs The Ice Warriors TIE

The Ark vs the Romans

The Tenth Planet vs The Web Planet

An Unearthly Child vs The War Machines

The Invsion vs The Keys of Marinus

The Underwater Menace vs The Aztecs

The Edge of Destruction vs The Massacre

The Sensorites vs The Seeds of Death

The Chase vs Marco Polo

Planet of Giants vs The Time Meddler

Day 2

The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances vs Love and Monsters

Human Nature/The Family of Blood vs The End of the World

The Waters of Mars vs The End of Time

The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit vs Fires of Pompeii

Blink vs The Unquiet Dead

Boom Town vs Utopia

Army of Ghosts/Doomsday vs Father's Day

Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks vs Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways

Dalek vs New Earth

Rose vs Planet of the Ood

The Runaway Bride vs The Sontaran Stratagem/The Poison Sky

The Girl in the Fireplace vs Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead

Partners in Crime vs The Christmas Invasion

School Reunion vs The Stolen Earth/Journey's End

The Unicorn and the Wasp vs The Sound of Drums/Last of Time Lords

Tooth and Claw vs Midnight

Day 3

A Death in the Family vs The Eleven

Ship in a Bottle vs Blood of the Daleks

Albie's Angels vs Phobos

No More Lies vs UNIT Dating

Horror of Glam Rock vs Companion Piece

The Grey Man in the Mountain vs The Love Vampires

Human Resources vs The Widow's Assassin

The Company of Friends: Izzy's Story vs The Side of the Angels

Day of the Master vs The Crucible of Souls

1963: The Assassination Games vs The Red Lady

Stranded vs The Sonomancer TIE

The Doomsday Chronometer vs The Silver Turk

Absent Friends vs The Eighth Piece

Paradox of the Daleks vs Better Watch Out/Fairytale in Salzburg

Inside Every Warrior vs Robophobia

Stop the Clock vs To the Death

Day 4

The War Games vs The Abominable Snowmen

The Sea Devils vs The Time Warrior

The Time Monster vs Fury from the Deep

The Tomb of the Cybermen vs Terror of the Autons

The Three Doctors vs The Ambassadors of Death

The Highlanders vs The Power of the Daleks

Doctor Who and the Silurians vs Carnival of Monsters

The Faceless Ones vs The Daemons

The Enemy of the World vs The Monster of Peladon

The Mind of Evil vs Frontier in Space TIE

The Claws of Axos vs Inferno

Spearhead from Space vs The Ark in Space TIE

The Horns of Nimon vs The Seeds of Doom

Planet of the Spiders vs The Web of Fear

Colony in Space vs The Green Death

Invasion of the Dinosaurs vs The Curse of Peladon

Day 5

Vincent and the Doctor vs Closing Time

The Snowmen vs The Beast Below

The Doctor's Daughter vs The Rings of Akhaten

Vampires of Venice vs The Doctor's Wife

Gridlock vs A Town Called Mercy

The Wedding of River Song vs Amy's Choice

The Girl Who Waited vs Time of the Doctor

Hide vs Smith and Jones

The Eleventh Hour vs Curse of the Black Spot

A Christmas Carol vs The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone

A Good Man Goes to War vs Name of the Doctor

Dinosaurs on a Spaceship vs The God Complex

Day of the Doctor vs Asylum of the Daleks

The Hungry Earth/Cold Blood vs The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon

Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel vs 42

Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS vs Turn Left

Day 6

The Lumiat vs A Spoonful of Masters

Nightshade vs Rhys and Ianto's Excellent Barbecue

Solitaire vs Paradise 5

Serenity vs The Last Post

No Place vs The Hollow King

Warfare vs Square One

The Cars that Ate London! vs Out of Time

Iterations of I vs A Full Life

I am the Master vs Forever Fallen

The Creeping Death vs Expiry Dating

Peshka vs The Forgotten Village

First Days of Phaidon vs The Scorchies

Gallifrey IV vs The Queen of Time

Wink vs Death and the Queen

Too Many Masters vs Peri and the Piscon Paradox

The Concrete Cage vs The Fifth Citadel

Day 7

City of Death vs The Creature From the Pit

The Key to Time vs The Ribos Operation

The Keeper of Traken vs The Masque of Mandragora

Image of the Fendahl vs The Brain of Morbius

The Horror of Fang Rock vs The Armageddon Factor

Terror of the Zygons vs Mawdryn Undead

The Sunmakers vs The Androids of Tara

The Sontaran Experiment vs The Pirate Planet

Genesis of the Daleks vs Destiny of the Daleks

Warriors' Gate vs The Invasion of Time

The Stones of Blood vs The Hand of Fear

The Leisure Hive vs State of Decay

Logopolis vs Robot

Full Circle vs The Face of Evil

The Deadly Assassin vs Pyramids of Mars

Meglos vs The Robots of Death

Day 8

Heaven Sent vs Cold War

Under the Lake/Before the Flood vs The Zygon Invasion/The Zygon Inversion

Flatline vs The Return of Doctor Mysterio

The Angels Take Manhattan vs Dark Water/Death in Heaven

The Magician's Apprentice/The Witch's Familiar vs Empress of Mars

Smile vs Extremis

Hell Bent vs Knock Knock

The Rebel Flesh/The Almost People vs The Husbands of River Song

Mummy on the Orient Express vs The Power of Three

Twice Upon a Time vs Listen

Face the Raven vs The Eaters of Light

Robot of Sherwood vs The Pilot

The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang vs The Girl Who Died

The Pyramid at the End of the World vs Oxygen

Time Heist vs Deep Breath

The Lodger vs World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls

Day 9

The Bekdel Test vs The Blood Cell

Human Nature vs Doctor Who and Shada (fan novelisation)

The Book of the War vs The City of the Dead

The Adventuress of Henrietta Street vs The Stranger

Mad Dogs and Englishmen vs The Crooked World

Anachrophobia vs Alien Bodies

Harvest of Time vs Interference

The Blue Angel vs Vampire Science

Lungbarrow vs The Turing Test

Oh No It Isn't vs The Eleven Day Empire/The Shadow Play

Living Legend vs The Gallifrey Chronicles

Engines of War vs The Year of Intelligent Tigers

Scratchman vs The Scarlet Empress

Psychodrome vs Camera Obscura

This Town Will Never Let Us Go vs Unnatural History

The Martian Invasion of Planetoid 50 vs A Photograph to Remember

Day 10

The Caves of Androzani vs Warriors of the Deep

Revelation of the Daleks vs Paradise Towers

Snakedance vs The Mysterious Planet

The Visitation vs Ghost Light

Survival vs The King's Demons

Black Orchid vs Battlefield

Planet of Fire vs Frontios

Attack of the Cybermen vs Enlightenment

The Curse of Fenric vs Mindwarp

Terror of the Vervoids vs The Mark of the Rani

Kinda vs Trial of a Time Lord

The Two Doctors vs Earthshock

The Five Doctors vs The Ultimate Foe

Terminus vs Vengeance on Varos

Castrovalva vs Ressurection of the Daleks

Delta and the Bannermen vs Remembrance of the Daleks

Day 11

Whatever Happened to Sarah-Jane? vs Kerblam!

Flux vs The Caretaker

Eve of the Daleks vs Revolution of the Daleks

Praxeus vs Last Christmas

Village of the Angels vs Revenge of the Slitheen

The Ghost Monument vs War of the Sontarans

Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror vs Resolution

The Tsuranga Conundrum vs The Haunting of Villa Diodati

Demons of the Punjab vs Eye of the Gorgon

The Halloween Apocalypse vs Rosa

The Woman Who Fell to Earth vs Once, Upon TIme

Ascension of the Cybermen/The Timeless Children vs Spyfall

The Power of the Doctor vs Can You Hear Me?

Invasion of the Bane vs Fugitive of the Judoon

It Takes You Away vs The Witchfinders

Arachnids in the UK vs Thin Ice

Day 12

Downtime vs Sil and the Devil Seeds of Arodor

Dalek Weetabix advert vs The Fallen

Divided Loyalties vs The Land of Happy Endings

Summoned by Shadows vs Space in Dimension Relative and Time

More than a Messiah vs Step Into the 80s/On Through the 80s

Famine Appeal vs The Devil of Winerborne

Unnatural Selection vs Lepidometry for Beginners

Ground Zero vs Merry Christmas Doctor Who

The Zero Imperative vs When to Die

Fear Itself vs 12 Doctors, 12 Stories

Zygon: When Being You Just Isn't Enough vs The Room With All the Doors

The Terror Game vs Eye of the Beholder

Old Friends vs In Memory Alone

Wall's Sky Ray lollies advert vs Nothing at the End of the Lane

Something Borrowed vs The Flood

The World Shapers vs The Star Beast

Day 13

The Chimes of Midnight vs Minuet in Hell

The Holy Terror vs Spare Parts

The Happiness Patrol vs The Company of Friends: Benny's Story

Dragonfire vs The Company of Friends: Fitz's Story

Doctor Who and the Pirates vs Singularity

The Condemned vs The Greatest Show in the Galaxy

The Girl Who Never Was vs Neverland

Other Lives vs Caerdroia

Scherzo vs The Company of Friends: Mary's Story

Jubilee vs The TV Movie

The Harvest vs Seasons of Fear

Terror Firma vs Storm Warning

Zagreus vs Arrangements of War

Master vs The Natural History of Fear

The Marian Conspiracy vs The Apocalyse Element

Loups-Garoux vs The Kingmaker

Day 14

Death of the Doctor vs The Gift

Lost in Time vs The Mark of the Berserker

Small Worlds vs Secrets of the Stars

Sleeper vs Everything Changes

Countrycide vs To the Last Man

They Keep Killing Suzie vs Out of Time

Cyberwoman vs The Nightmare Man

Combat vs The Temptation of Sarah-Jane Smith

The Wedding of Sarah-Jane Smith vs The Empty Planet

Random Shoes vs Adam

Goodbye, Sarah-Jane Smith vs The Mad Woman in the Attic

Prisoner of the Judoon vs Ghost Machine

The Curse of Clyde Langer vs The Lost Boy

The Last Sontaran vs Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang

Sky vs The Day of the Clown

Mona Lisa's Revenge vs Captain Jack Harkness

Day 15

Time Crash vs Tardisodes

Dreamland vs Dr Who and the Daleks

Shada (webcast with 8) vs The Battle of Demons Run: Two Days Later

Ronald Rat Continuity Announcement vs Pond Life

P.S. vs The Shrink

The Daleks' Invasion of Earth 2150AD vs Doctorin' the TARDIS

Farewell, Sarah-Jane vs The Infinite Quest

Shada (1992 version with linking narration) vs An Adventure in Space and Time

Night of the Doctor vs The Doctor's Meditiation

Real Time vs Dimensions in Time

Clara and the TARDIS vs The Great Detective

Rain Gods vs Scream of the Shalka

Doctor in Distress vs Space Time

Night and the Doctor vs The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot

Shada (2017 animated reconstruction) vs Born Again

Search Out Space vs The Curse of Fatal Death

#doctor who #round 2

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