#and is the gif supposed to be Vortex ?

[cosmique-oddity]

IM IN LOVE WITH THIS

GIVE ME 50 OF THEM

Aaaaaaaaaaarhhhhhhhhh THERES BLURR RIGHT THERE

Ohhhhh Jazz is sooooo cool like that

SWINDLE !

Have been moving and cleaning drafts, found doodles

Also found when wanted to make Prowl or Jazz with bicycle alt, started with Prowl and understood "Wait, I headcanon that Prowl is better at shooting, it's better for him to shoot while riding since he sucks at the rest"

And also. Senator Shockwave is. He is so harmonical in biology scientist setting in my head and according palettes. Like, I don't know, most of the times when I try to imagine him with backgrounds I always look at something alive, green, growing. If I remember correctly in IDW he said that would have liked to be one and explore world. This man could get so much more...

[twistersobsessed]

Maybe a story about reader comforting Scott after an EF5 or vice versa

Comfort | Scott x Reader

A/N: Scott didn’t stop Javi from driving into town because he knew you were there.

You and Scott had agreed to keep your relationship secret. Storm Par and the Wranglers were supposed to hate each other after all. What would your teams say if they knew you were sleeping with the enemy?

But you couldn’t hide the horror on your face and the terror in your voice as you watched Scott and Javi’s truck be flipped on its side as the tornado moved dangerously close. “We have to do something!” Kate nodded in agreement.

Then the tornado went through the factory and caught fire and now the vortex swirled with flames. You’d never been more scared in your life. It was so close to Scott and Javi.

But by some miracle, debris large enough to knock the car upright slammed into the car. Back on wheels, Javi floored it, and in return, Tyler floored it in reverse.

As you all drove away from the tornado, you were an anxious mess. You barely heard Kate and Tyler’s conversation about the tornado heading straight for El Reno, how you needed to go into town and help.

You’d be in the path of that monster again. You were fine with that. But as you watched Storm Par follow your group into town, you realized Scott would also be in the path of that monster again.

You arrived in town before Javi and Scott, helping your group herd people to shelters. But the shelters filled up quickly, so you all began ushering people to the movie theater. You noticed, as you stood by the door to help people inside, that Tyler and Kate were missing.

You ran back out into the street, quickly spotting them. Tyler was pinned under debris and Kate was struggling to lift it. You watched in horror as flying machinery slammed into the water tower, knocking down one of its supports. The tower was going to fall.

And Tyler and Kate were right under it.

You ran over to help Kate try to lift the debris but even with your combined efforts, you just didn’t have the leverage to free Tyler.

Then suddenly, the debris was lifted. You looked towards the hero, who turned out to be Javi using a long piece of wood as leverage. “COME ON!”

You and Kate helped Tyler to his feet just as the water tower collapsed. Luckily you got out of its path, but as soon as it crashed to the ground, you were being swept away by the wave of water that came from it.

Someone caught you under the arms and lifted you from the water effortlessly onto your feet. You turned to see Scott, worry plastered across his face and barely concealed fear in his eyes.

Kate and Javi were helping Tyler to his feet and began moving towards the movie theater’s door. You and Scott followed them inside. “We have to find a basement,” Tyler was saying. “I’ll check this side!” Javi announced, running down a hallway. You followed Tyler to the other side of the building to check for a basement. There was none to be found.

Part of the roof crumbled in and fell, thankfully missing people. It sent people into a panic though, so you helped herd everyone into the back of the theater. The building groaned and the screen fluttered. “Scott, get down!” You pushed Scott down between the chairs just as the entire wall of the building was sucked away.

You and Tyler had been standing, but you both managed to catch yourselves on the bottoms of chairs. You hung on for dear life as the seats in front of you and the people clinging to them were swept away into the angry vortex heading towards you.

It was you, Tyler, Lily, and Boone, in the row that would no doubt be next to go. Scott, Dani, Dexter, and Ben were in the row behind you, the chairs you clung to the last barrier between them and the monster.

You felt your grip slip and screamed. “(NAME)!” You could hear Scott’s panicked cry over the wind. But last minute, Tyler caught you by the wrists, anchoring himself to the ground by hooking his ankle around the bottom of a chair.

“I’ve got you!” he yelled over the wind. “I’ve got you!”

You briefly wondered where Kate was.

Then suddenly, the winds died down and you were back on the ground, you and Tyler still holding onto each other for dear life. You looked over your shoulder to see the twister die out. You and Tyler released one another.

Tyler got up and limped to the gaping hole in the building, looking out at where the tornado had been.

You got as far as sitting up before you were trapped in a pair of strong arms. “(Name), (Name), Jesus Christ,” Scott sat down and pulled you into his lap, cradling you to his chest like you were going to disappear. You almost had.

“Scott,” you said, struggling to free your arms to hug him back. His shoulders shook and you realized with a start that he was crying. “Scott,” you said, firmer this time. “Look at me.”

Scott pulled back just enough to be able to look down at your face, but his grip on you didn’t loosen and he kept you in his lap.

His eyes were red and there were tear stains down his cheeks.

You kissed away rogue tears that fell, cupping his face in your hands. “Scotty, what's wrong?”

“I almost lost you and there was nothing I could do about it,” Scott said quietly. He held you as tight as he could without hurting you.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m right here, it didn’t get me,” you soothed him. You ran your fingers through his tousled hair. Scott just buried his face in your neck. “I’m right here. I’m right here,” you repeated to him.

You realized Boone, Dani, and Lily were watching you. Boone looked horrified, and Dani and Lily looked like they’d known all along.

Scott finally loosened his grip on you. He had noticed your teammates staring but he didn’t care as he desperately pressed his lips to yours. He had to know you were still here and he wasn’t dreaming.

You kissed him back sweetly. When Scott pulled away, he dropped his forehead against yours. “I love you.” Scott had never said that before. Your heart fluttered.

“I love you too.”

[selineram3421]

🎩

You're Off-key

Prologue

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warnings ⚠

⚠ The Book of Bill SPOILERS HERE! Do NOT read if you don't want any spoils of the book. Other than that, enjoy. -mentions of madness, blood, cryptids, italics= thoughts, ya know..the usual. Oh! And for our old pal Stan, some swear words. ⚠

You missed this.

Being one of the weird kids who loved the supernatural, interested in solving puzzles, uncovering secrets. Of course you ended up watching Gravity Falls.

Never really growing out of it, you'd still watch videos about ghosts or getting a heavy duty flashlight and a pair of brass knuckles for whatever made a noise in your apartment.

Ghost or not, they'd learn not to mess with you!

At some point you got The Book of Bill.

It was so cool! Little funny and silly at times. There was also the triangle's descent into madness. Man those pictures were good.

Also an axolotl?

You don't know but it looked cute.

As you kept reading, the more you wanted to experience everything you didn't get to when you were younger.

So you decided on a road trip!

A road trip to all the places that inspired the creator of the show and the final stop would be Bill's statue!

Best friend in the passenger seat! Sun glasses in the glove boxes! And snacks to last you a while before the next gas station stop!

You even brought a camera!

"Ready for the time of your life?", you asked excitedly.

"In this heat?", your best friend fanned their face with the paper map. "It'll be meh but yeah, I'm ready for the car AC."

You both were in the car, ready to begin the adventure to Oregon, but you were just double checking before it actually began.

"Ok, ok. I'll start the car.", you said and put the key in the ignition, turning it and starting the car.

Immediately putting the AC on high, both of you were ready and you slowly backed out the driveway.

"Let's get that fucking pie!", you said and put on the sun glasses.

It was really bright today.

First you went to the famous diner with the pie. It was a give in, honestly but the pie was really good. Next to the Oregon Vortex. Now that was a really weird shack! Everything was leveled but you were standing slanted a bit. Then you both went to every roadside attraction that you could and got some key chains for souvenirs. It's been really clear weather since you started the road trip, which was a bit of a surprise. It was supposed to sprinkle at some point.

Finally, the last thing on the list arrived.

Playing the song "We'll Meet Again" by Vera Lynn as you drove to the parking area and both of you were singing along to it before you had to turn off the car.

You brought The Book of Bill for fun.

Deciding to joke around, you bought some spaghetti to go and went to park the car before venturing into the woods where Bill's Statue was.

"Are you seriously gonna try it?", your best friend laughed.

"Why not?", you smiled while putting a water bottle in your pack. "It's ok to be silly. Mabel says so. Trust the silliness!"

"Yeah, ok.", they agreed with a smile. "If we get mauled by a bear, I'm sacrificing you first."

.....

"Fair."

Camera, spaghetti, book of Bill, and water! (Also a flashlight.) You were ready for a photo shoot with the oh so famous Dream Demon!

Looking back to see the sun, you guessed that you had about two hours to find Bill's statue before it got too dark. Your best friend had a map they downloaded off the internet that would lead you straight to it. Of course, with you having some attention issues, you'd get sidetracked by anything you found interesting, hence needing the two hours.

⯅

You were right!

The two hours were needed because you were still trying to solve one of the codes in the book, while also getting distracted by some cool looking bugs around the area.

"Did you try the Caesar cipher?", your friend asked.

"Yeah, but this is new. It's something else.", you sighed. "I should have tried the website before leaving.", you grumbled sadly.

"Hey, it's totally fine!", they said and patted your back a few times. "You'll get to do that when we go back home.", then they pointed towards the right with their thumb. "By the way, Bill statue is next to us, over by those bushes."

"WHAT!?", you screeched and ran over, whispering a few ouches as the branches of the bush scratched your legs.

That's when you saw it.

In all of its odd glory was the Bill statue with its hand out, waiting for a hand shake.

"Eeeeee!", you cheered as you got closer, hearing your friend laugh behind you as you did so. "I gotta give him spaghetti!"

Opening up your bag, you took out the take-out box that held the noodley deliciousness and took a quick forkfull for yourself before putting it in front of the stone triangle.

"I really thought you were joking.", says your friend as they watch you take out the book and camera from your backpack.

"Nope!", you smile, snapping a quick picture of the statue with spaghetti. "Ok, now for the silliest part."

You take out Parmesan cheese and a cheese grater.

"Oh this is fucking hilarious.", your best friend says and takes pictures of you with their phone.

The sun hits the horizon and the sky is slowly darkening, you start grating the cheese and when you think it's enough, you stop.

"Hey, take a pic with me shaking his hand.", you say and get closer to the statue, reaching out to touch it.

"Sure thing jellybean.", they say and lift their phone up. "It's my turn after you."

"Ok!", you say and put a thumbs up as you put your other hand on the statue's.

As you look to where your best friend is, all you can see is darkness.

You call their name in confusion. "Are you there?", you ask. "Turn on the flashlight, its really dark out here."

But you get no response.

And then you hear something odd.

Kinda sounds like someone with a weird sound filter over their laughing.

"Ok, ha ha.", you roll your eyes. "Quit playing the Bill audio and take the picture already."

When you try to get a better hold on the statue, you realize you weren't holding anything at all.

"What?", you say and look at your hand. "Wait.. Why can I see my hand perfectly fine when everything else is-"

"Well, well, well!", says a familiar voice from behind you.

What?

Turning around you see a floating, glowing Dorito chip with a fancy bow tie and a top hat.

Holy shit.

"Here we are at last! I've been waiting an eternity to meet you."

How is this happening? Was one of the snacks you ate expired? Did you eat the wrong brownies!?

"Thanks for reading my best seller kid!", Bill says and twirls his cane into existence in his hand. "And for the handshake.", he blinks. Winks?

"Wait, hold on! I-!", you start.

"See you in Gravity Falls!", the triangle snaps his fingers and suddenly there's a hole beneath your feet that reveals a cartoon animated forest.

"Wha-"

"Don't break your neck on the way down!", the one eyed demon waves.

And you begin to fall.

ZKDW D QLFH VXQQB GDV

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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[why-are-you-still-awake]

Naruto boys react to your death

A/n: I’m feeling sad right now, because of Boruto Two Blue Vortex chapter 10. Iykyk.

Warning(s): Talk of death, grief, general angst. Did I miss anything? Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Neji

Naruto Uzumaki

★ He found out after he got back from a mission in the land of waves, the atmosphere of the village was almost suffocating. When he heard what happened to you he felt like he couldn’t breathe, just like when Jiraiya died. ★

★ Naruto completely isolated himself from everyone, he could barely keep himself together. He didn’t feel like even his friends could help his grief. Everything felt so different without you around, his apartment was so quiet. ★

★ Everything remind him of you, he felt completely lost and alone, like nothing could quell the intense feelings he felt. He truly didn’t know what to do without you…★

Sasuke Uchiha

★ You had gone on a mission, you promised him you’d be back in a week tops but that didn’t happen, it and been a month by the time the news of your death got back to Konoha. At first, he wanted to deny it, you promised, you couldn’t be dead? Right…..? ★

★ Once the reality of the situation hit, he realized his worst fear as come true. The only person he truly loved and had left was gone and he was alone….again. Unlike Naruto his grief was hidden under the surface and he kept his stoic demeanor until one day he just cracked and broke down. He felt the same way he did when his family was murdered…★

★ There was a lot of guilt associated with your passing, he started to overthink everything about what went wrong, maybe you would’ve still been here if he had gone instead or even accompanied you. He went through every possible scenario and the guilt was eating him from the inside out. He wished he could’ve been there….. ★

Neji Hyuga

★ It was supposed to be him…not you. During the war when he stepped in front of the ten tails spears he braced himself to die and he accepted it, but when the feeling never came he turned and saw your back to him, you sacrificed yourself for him…. ★

★ Neji didn’t understand, why did this happen? It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! He watch as you collapsed to the ground, he was almost in disbelief with what happened. When he broke out of tunnel vision he ran over to you only to see you were already gone. ★

★ When ninja medics finally arrived, he didn’t want to let go of your body, his generally cool and stoic nature had been shattered and all he could do was whisper how much he loved you to your body. ★

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Thank you for reading, I truly do appreciate it <3

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[lizzybeeee]

It would have been cool if when we killed the Evanuris we saw their bodies disintegrate and harden into lyrium like with Meredith? They are created from lyrium, after all, and since Meredith is apparently wielding an artifact used to kill Mythal you could justify that what happened to her is a resonance of the past - lingering magic within the lyrium or something that backfired on her.

A throwback to DA2 and you even have the justification of having the lyrium idol-dagger?

I initially thought the lights and little explosion that happen when you kill Ghilan'nain in DATV were supposed to be a callback to killing the Archdemon in DAO. But then it's made clear that it's the dagger causing the light, and its not coming from Ghilan'nain. And then when Elgar'nan dies there's no light, and instead a vortex that sucks up Lusacan and I don't know what the hell that's about. There's no explanation. Where did he go? :(

They could have gone full DAO reference with the same lighting and colours as when the Warden slays the Archdemon (maybe even used the same musical theme!) or made it clear as to what the hell was happening. Because, somehow, we've managed to lose an Archdemon lmao.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Safety Measure

A/N- i’m sure i’ve mentioned it beforehand but i live in the midwest and a few weeks ago we were basically in a polar vortex AGAIN 😂 the highs for almost two weeks straight didn’t go over -5 and i nearly got stuck at my boyfriends a handful of times so i got this little idea 🥰

Summary- During a surprise snow storm, Eddie promises to keep you safe.

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @esme-viridian @munsonology @gvf23 @wheels-of-despair

Word Count- 1.2k

Your yawn was Eddie’s first hint that it might’ve been time for you to go home.

He adored getting to spend time with you, and this time was no different. A relaxing movie night at the trailer, pajamas, a comfy blanket, and enough snacks to feed at least eight people was exactly what you needed with this kind of weather.

It had snowed plenty during these harsh winters, and you had been checking the forecasts all day long just to make sure it would be safe when you left. Eddie even promised to drive you home if you weren’t comfortable driving while the roads were still icy. But you kept assuring him that everything would be alright, it was only supposed to snow around an inch or two during the day, by the time it was dark out you would be alright.

Oh, how you wished the weatherman was right.

You reluctantly grabbed your things and bundled up for a quick walk out to your car, still wanting to stay nice and warm in Eddie’s arms on the couch, but you still had a curfew wether you liked it or not.

“You’re sure you can’t stay a little longer?” He pleaded.

“I’m sure,” You said defeatedly, “i want to stay later, i really do, but you know i have to be home by 11.”

“Alright, fine. At least let me walk you to your car?”

“Of course! But bundle up first, i know it’s right outside but i don’t want you freezing.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and rummaged through the coat rack next to the door for his winter things, quickly slipping on his jacket and hat, along with a pair of gloves. He stepped into his boots next to the door and gave you a quick kiss onto your forehead,

“Ready?”

“Yeah…” You said, upset, putting a little smile onto Eddie’s face as he turned the knob on the front door.

Almost instantly, a wave of freezing cold air hit you both, your eyes squinting as the icy snow hit your faces as you stepped out onto the porch. You could barely see five feet in front of you, and when you turned your head you couldn’t even see your car parked in the gravel driveway in front of the trailer.

Eddie quickly stepped back into the trailer and held tightly onto your arm, bringing you back inside with him. Your nose and cheeks were already burning from the quick temperature change, even after only being outside for no more than 60 seconds.

“There’s no way i’m letting you go out in that, you have to stay here.”

“I can’t! I have my curfew and i need to get home-“

“(y/n).” Eddie said sternly. “It’s freezing out, we can barely see five feet in front of us, and that’s not snow, that’s ice that was coming down. There’s no possible way you can get home safely, even if you only drive 5 miles an hour and have your brights on. I’m not sending you out there like that, i want you here where i know you’ll be safe and i’m sure your parents will understand. I’m going to call them and tell them you’re staying here.”

You sighed and took another quick glance outside. He was right. It wasn’t safe for you to be out there driving in that kind of weather, and you were sure your parents would understand if you had to stay the night. You looked back to him and nodded,

“Alright, but let me talk to them. And you’re sure Wayne is alright with me staying the night?”

“Of course he is! You’ve stayed over before (y/n), he doesn’t care. He said he’d call once he was off work but i’m pretty sure with the weather he’s going to catch a ride with a buddy and stay somewhere close by and just come back in the morning. He’s worse than me when it comes to things like this.”

You giggled, shrugging off your coat and handing it back to Eddie for him to hang up before moving to the phone, dialing your home phone number and waiting for someone to pick up. You felt relief when you heard that little ‘click’ of the handset on the other end,

“Hello?” Your mom. Thank god.

“Hey mom, me and Eddie just tried to leave but the weather is horrid right now.”

“I know hon, i was just about to give you a call, i know me and your dad have been strict on your curfew but we’ll let it slide tonight. We don’t want you on those roads.”

“Thanks. I’ll give you a call tomorrow morning before i leave.”

“Yes you will. Be safe and stay warm, ok? Love you sweetheart.”

“Love you too!” You set the phone back onto the receiver and turned to Eddie again, who had already changed himself back into the sweater he keeps saved for those really cold nights in the trailer, “They said they agree it’s best if i stay here.”

“I would hope so, what kind of parents would want you out in weather like that?”

You shrugged and peeked outside through the breaks in the blinds, seeing the dark white that was cascading over everything in sight. Snowstorms were nothing new in the midwest. It wouldn’t be winter if there wasn’t at least one that screwed everyone over.

But there was something different about this one. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it gave you such an unsettling feeling.

Like you were a kid again, not able to see a thing past your front porch because of how severe the snow was outside, just a vast sea of grey that seemed like it would ever end.

You jumped as Eddie put his hand to your shoulder,

“Everything alright babe?”

“Yeah.” You said plainly, but Eddie knew you too well to let that get past him.

“Don’t lie to me.” Eddie smiled and placed his hands onto your shoulders, guiding you away from the window and back to the couch, “You’ll be alright, i promise. This place has stood through storms that you couldn’t imagine. And don’t worry about the power or anything like that, we’ve got tons of candles just in case and i’d be more than happy to read to you to pass the time.”

You smiled softly up to him, knowing that it wasn’t the trailer that would keep you safe, Eddie would keep you safe. He always kept his promises and if that meant he had to brave this storm too then that’s exactly what he would do.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him and he slowly moved himself to sit next to you on the couch, pulling you closely into him and gently kissing your temple as he dragged the throw blanket you had been using before over your bodies.

“Don’t thank me, it’s my job to keep you safe and comfortable. I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if i didn’t promise to make sure you were ok.”

You leaned your head up to gently peck his lips, settling into him as he reached for the remote on the coffee table, turning the TV back on. You snuggled into his warmth as you were settled on the couch, and though you wanted to stay up you couldn’t help but close your eyes and take in this moment.

You didn’t care about the cold weather outside, all you were worried about was keeping each other warm through the night.

But that wouldn’t be too hard.

[magiccath]

It had to be you

tenth doctor x GN!reader

summary: what if it had been you in the radiation cell instead of Wilf?

A/N: sorry not sorry for this one

You really didn’t mean to get trapped. 

There were two glass cells. At least one of them needed to be operated at all times for the alien machinery to work. To open one door, you had to press a button in the opposite cell. 

There had been a man, a terrified civilian, stuck in one of the boxes. So you did what you always did - saved the civilian without really thinking. Now, you were stuck.

You supposed it was all fine now, though. The Time Lords had left, pushed back into the time vortex by the Doctor. All was well, right?

“Doctor?” you asked, your voice shaky “If you could let me out.” 

He turned his attention to you, his face riddled with sadness. You didn’t understand why he was so upset. All he needed to do was use the Sonic to unlock the door. 

“Yeah,” he said, smiling sadly. 

“There’s… well there’s a bit of a noise going on in here. Can you please get me out?” you asked, worry seeping into your voice. You didn’t want to seem too scared, but you were.

“The Master left the nuclear bolt running. It’s gone into overload,” He explained, but not like he usually did. There was no childish excitement, and his words were slow and simple. He never explained things like this to you, and it worried you. 

“Is that bad?” 

“No, ‘cause all the excess radiation gets ventilated inside there,” he gestured to the cell next to you. “Vinvocci glass contains it.” You didn’t completely understand the mechanics of it, but his tone suggested it wasn’t the best thing. 

“All 500,000 rads about to flood that thing,” he continued 

“Oh,” you laughed anxiously, “you better let me out then.” 

“Except it’s gone critical. Touch one control and it floods,” he pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket, “even this would set it off.” He twisted the tool in his hands, staring at it with a disappointment you had never seen before. 

That’s when it occurred to you. To open the door, he would have to step into the radiated cell. If he tried to use the sonic, it would flood your own cell with radiation. He couldn’t get you out without killing himself in the process. 

Of course, this is how you would die. Helping someone else. The universe was incredibly cruel at times. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Just leave me.” 

“Ok, right then, I will.” He laughed and began to walk away and for a minute you really believed he might leave you there. You weren't even mad. After a few steps, he spun back around.

“You just had to go in there didn’t you?” He laughed, but it didn’t seem funny to you. 

“You had to go and get stuck!” He shouted, voice cracking with pain. He was sad, and he was angry, and those things made him cruel. You knew this, but that didn’t make it hurt any less for you. 

“There was a man in here, he was scared,” you gasped, “I couldn’t just leave him.” 

“Cause that’s who you are!” The Doctor cried, throwing his hands up. He was right - that’s who you were. Something that only a few hours ago he had loved you for. Now, he seemed to resent it.

“Really,” you said, “just leave me. We’ve had our times. I can be done now.” You meant it. It had been a good run, but all things ended.

“No,” He laughed, “we could do so much more,” He screamed, tears gathering in his eyes. 

“So much more!” He shouted, looking up at the ceiling in agony.

“But this is what I get,” He sneered, “My reward.” 

“Well, it’s not fair!” He screamed, throwing a bunch of nearby objects off a desk. You had never seen him this distraught. He was such a peaceful, happy man. 

He was panting now, tears streaming down his face. The worst part was, you were stuck. There was nothing you could do to help him. Nothing you could do to calm him down. You were helpless.

“Doctor,” you begged, fighting back your own tears. 

He ignored you and started walking towards the cell. He had made up his mind, it was better to lose himself than lose you. He could never lose you. Ever. You were the most important thing in his life. “No! No!” you shouted, throwing your hands out, “Please! Please don’t!” you cried. He continued to ignore you, facing forward in a stoic manner. 

You sobbed, no longer caring about staying strong. You couldn’t let him do this. Not for you. 

“It’s been an honor,” he whispered sadly, hand resting on the opposing cell door. You shook your head, tears staining your cheeks as you silently begged him to stop. 

“Better make it quick,” he said before throwing the door open and stepping inside. 

You rushed out of the cell, knowing it would be all kinds of foolish to stay inside. You were mad at him, so incredibly mad for choosing your life over his own. 

Almost immediately, the Doctor began groaning in pain. He clutched the walls of the cell, scraping for any kind of support as the radiation coursed through his body. His knees gave out, causing him to fall to the floor. His hand dragged along the glass as he fell. 

You couldn’t take it, you rushed over to the cell. You placed your hands on the glass, desperately wanting to do something. Anything that could take the pain and suffering away. 

“No!” you shouted, banging against the glass as hard as you could. It wasn’t a pretty picture. In fact, it was far from it. Tears streamed down your face, and not in an elegant way. You screamed at the top of your lungs, guttural sounds that were painful to hear coming from your own mouth. Your hands banged against the glass. You knew it was futile, but that didn’t stop you from doing it. 

You couldn’t bear to see him like this. 

He curled up in a ball on the floor, gripping his hair in excruciating pain.

At that moment, you would have done anything to stop it. It could play out a thousand different ways, and in every scenario, you would much rather be the one in pain. 

Just as soon as it had started, it all stopped. The system shut down, and the Doctor’s body began to relax. You stopped your banging, stunned by the sudden calm. The room was painfully silent, your screams replaced with nothingness. The silence was deafening. 

Slowly, the Doctor got up from the floor and looked around at the controls in the cell. You couldn’t bring yourself to stand up.

“Systems dead. I absorbed it all. Whole things kaput,” he said, like it meant nothing. 

You sniffled the rest of your tears down, using the rest of your strength to pull yourself up from the floor. You didn’t know how to react. 

He pushed the door open with ease, “Oh, now it opens,” he laughed. 

He looked the same. He hadn’t regenerated or died. He looked… fine. 

“Are you ok?” you asked. The Doctor didn’t respond, he didn’t really know how to. 

You couldn’t believe it. He was fine, he was really, truly, fine. You threw your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could. He allowed one of his arms to gently wrap around your waist to support you. 

You kissed him, and then you did it again. And again. And when you had exhausted that, you leaned your forehead against his, gasping for breath. 

“You’re fine,” you whispered, closing your eyes. He was fine. Your Doctor, safe in your arms. The two of you would be ok. It was going to be ok.

You pulled back to examine him, to make sure he really still was your Doctor. A part of you still didn’t believe that it was ok. That he was ok.

“Only a few battle scars to show for it,” you laughed, running your fingers gently over his cheekbone, careful not to touch his cuts.

When you pulled your hand away the Doctor grunted and ran his own hand over his face. When it pulled away, all of his wounds were gone. 

“Doctor?” you gasped, horrified. You slipped out of his arms, your feet planting themselves back on the floor. 

It didn’t take long for the Doctor to realize why you were upset. He looked down at his hand, all signs of injury erased. 

He took a deep, shaky breath, “it’s started.”

[huffelpuff210]

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x teen reader

This is after end game so there are spoilers!!!

Warning; mention of death, suffering,suicidal, swearing and other disturbing content 18 + read at your own risk

Summary: you are Tony’s daughter and after the events of endgame you disappear what happens when Sam and Bucky find you in a unsuspecting way

you were laying on a examination table you made this medication it lets you see people who have died but the catch is it stops your heart, but there is a counter medication that brings you back

After the death of your father you disappeared you were trying to find a way to bring him back then by accident you discovered this drug,

Your step mom and half sister tried finding you by trying to trace your phone but you quickly disposed it

Call it denial or whatever but you needed to talk to him again

“You ready Howard?” You asked

Howard was an AI you created he’s been helping you with your trips to the afterlife

“yes mama” the AI responds

“Twenty minutes this time.” You say

“you haven’t gone that long mam gone that long before.” He says

“I know.” You say

“You might not come back, I will activate protocol,” the AI answered

“okay do it.” you say

The cuffs on the table lock your wrists and ankles

The heart monitor beeping in the background

“Administering the serum.” The AI says

A mechanical arm comes down with a large syringe injecting it in your arm

Your eyes slowly roll in the back of your head.

Suddenly you were in the middle of a field under a willow tree the sun bright, the tree lightly blowing from the Breeze and there he stood your dad,

He slowly tuns. He stood in his typical clothes,

“Dad…” you say tears welling up in your eyes

You rush to hug him no matter how many times you go through this you just couldn’t believe it but it felt so real

“Hey my little star.” He says it was your nickname he gave,

He’s holding your arms as he is looking at you,

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself little star.” He says

“I know but…” you hesitated

“What is it?” He asked concerned

“I think I figure a way to bring you back..” you say

He shakes his head,

“You can’t I’m dead sweetheart, and I’m supposed to stay that way.” He says

“No, I can’t accept that, I can do it,” I say

“At what cost? Look at you hiding out in a dirty old warehouse you should be home, helping pepper and Morgan.” He says

“I can’t.” You say

“Yes you can stop this suicide mission.” He says

Suddenly as if a vortex was pulling you You were being pulled forcefully back to your body

You gasped sweat falling down your face, the cuffs unlock,

“Did you record it?” You asked

“Yes miss.” The AI responded

You were now in the park, scoping out you see in order to make this serum to work better you needed the right supplies and sadly you needed money for that sure you could use the money your dad left you but then everyone and their mother would know where you were,

You see two men walking away from you the dark skinned one had his wallet almost falling out of his back pocket you skillful take his wallet only for a hand to grab your wrist, you meet a familiar pair of blue eyes it was Bucky and Sam. You were frozen, you were not expecting this.

“Y/N?” He said sounding shocked you elbowed him and took off running

Sam and Bucky were shocked they definitely were not expecting to see you here. But they both knew something was wrong, your skin was beyond pale, your lips chapped, your dark hair a mess, sweat glistening your skin when it wasn’t even hot.

You had been missing since Tony’s funeral, pepper alerted everyone she could but no one had luck until now,

“She doesn’t look..” Sam say

Bucky nodded

“let’s find her and figure out what the hell is going on.” Bucky says no determination more than ever to find the girl.

[thewhitewitch-bitch]

In Astris Supra (Chapter 2: Ignem, Aquam, Terram et Aerem Colligite Sorores)

Agatha Harkness x F!OC

Read it on AO3

Quick note:

Ugh, my high school Latin skills are THRIVING with the pronunciation of spells in this show! Proper, classical, Latin, the way the Romans spoke it is very different from the Latin spoken by the Catholic church today. So, here's my 30-second Duolingo lesson for you:

V is pronounced like W J is replaced with an I and pronounced as a Y C is a hard consonant, pronounced like a K

"The key to self-control is knowing what tethers you to this world, more specifically, to this dimension. You must center yourself and locate this tether in order to anchor yourself and make your magic more malleable. Does that make any sense?" 

Agatha observed me carefully as I paced back and forth across from her. This was the second time she had sought me out, the first time we would begin to scratch the surface of controlling whatever dark magic she possessed. I would not allow her to cast within the confines of my compound. The runes of a protection spell surrounded us cutting off the magic of anyone other than myself until Agatha was able to better control herself. 

"I suppose it does." she replied, nodding slowly, "But what would a tether be exactly? Is it a person, a place?" 

"It can be anything. A person close to you, a place of importance to you, even an object that holds meaning for you. But whatever it is, it must be important to you and you alone." I stopped pacing to face her directly, the flickering flames of the campfire at my feet casting shadows across my form, "Do you have anything like that?" 

She faltered, wracking her brain for something, anything that could have been substantial enough to keep anchored in the material world. But the look she gave me, the sadness upon the realization that there was nothing, twisted my gut worse than any wound. Stepping around the fire, I knelt before her and set a hand upon her knee. 

"That's alright, darling. For now, I will act as your temporary anchor. Once you find something more substantial, we'll transition you over to it." 

Reaching up with my free hand, I set it upon her cheek and locked eyes with her. The coolness of her skin in the biting autumn air was surprisingly soothing against my calloused hand and she seemed to relish in the contact. My guess was that she had not been touched often by anyone, not even her mother. 

"Close your eyes." I instructed her softly. She did as I asked, letting her eyes flutter shut as she leaned gently into my palm. "Focus only upon my voice. Breathe with me." 

I inhaled through my nose and she mirrored me, before exhaling slowly from the mouth. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. 

"Now, I want you to picture in your mind, your power in a concrete form. All magic is fluid, all magic can be shaped to suit its user. But when you concentrate on it, your own magic will take a unique form. What form does your power take, darling?"

Her brow furrowed as she tried to picture it in her mind, after a moment her jaw clenched. I gave her knee a squeeze. "Don't be frightened by the magnitude. I know it can be a lot, but you can push through it. Now, tell me, Agatha, what do you see?" 

"A vortex," she replied through gritted teeth, "a violent, vortex of energy, swallowing everything it can." 

"It will not consume you. Remind yourself of that." I told her, my grip on her tightening ever so slightly, "It is your power. It does not control you, you control it."

"I- I can't! It's too strong!" Her hand set itself on top of mine and gripped it strongly, her nails digging into my skin. 

I kept my voice calm and even, despite the death grip she had on me. "Yes, you can, Agatha, you just need to focus." 

"No, no, I can't!" Her eyes flew open as she let out a startling gasp. Beneath the hand upon her face, I felt her pulse racing, her face had become clammy and coated in a sheen layer of sweat. 

"It's alright." I assured, running my thumb across her cheek, "You're alright, love. Take a deep breath."

Slowly, regretfully, I pulled away, reaching for the pitcher of water I had collected from the nearby stream and poured her a cup. Moving to sit beside her, I set a hand upon her back, watching closely as she took the cup with shaky hands. 

"Drink. It'll help." I instructed gently. She took a small sip and let out a sigh of relief, letting her eyes close once more as though she were trying to erase what had just happened in her mind. "You did well for a first attempt. Like I said, it will take time. Most witches and sorcerers are unable to define their magic without centuries of dedication and training." 

"I... I can't..." Agatha's voice trailed away as her gaze became detached and distant. Her hands curled tightly into fists in her lap. I sighed and set myself back against my palms, looking up at the sky as it transitioned from dusk to night. The faint spattering of stars was brighter out here than it was in Salem proper, but not as bright as it could have been, as it should have been. 

"You can." I said, "But it won't be easy. Ultimately, you will have to make a choice: control what does not want to be controlled or be consumed by it."

"Seems like an easy choice to make." 

"Until it isn't." My eyes fell away from the sky above and landed on the earth below. "It is never an easy choice. But it is one we all as witches must make."

A silence fell over us, comfortable yet strained, before Agatha cleared her throat and glanced back at me, "Can I ask you something?"

I nodded, my gaze still fixated on the ground. 

"Why did you come here? Truly?"

I lifted my gaze slowly toward the forest ahead of me, seeing memories flash before me as if they were concurrent with the ticking clock. My chest tightened, though not pleasantly, my breath picked up in pace. 

"To find solitude." My answer was quick, instinctive, and far too obvious. Agatha could see right through it.

Taking hold of my arm, she forced me to face her directly, meeting her clear, blue gaze with glimmer of fear in my own. She didn't need to speak; I knew what she wanted of me. 'Tell me the truth. Please just tell me the truth.'

"My mother cast me out." It came as barely a whisper, though I knew she heard every word. "Five years ago, I refused to allow myself to be corrupted by her dark purpose. She called me a disappointment, threw me into the street and drew a ring of warding around her home so I could not return. I had read about students of the Mystic Arts of Kamar-Taj hidden in the Himalayas, so I used the full extent of my power to cast a teleportation spell to bring me there and seek the aid of the Ancient One. I remained their student until eight months ago, when I gave myself the surname Stuart, departed Kamar-Taj, and made my way here to forge a new path, distinct from the one my mother had wanted me to follow." 

The truth was laid out in front of Agatha now, plain for her to see. I could not, would not hide from her, not when she was so willing to expose her vulnerabilities to me. Her hands reached for mine, encasing them both in a gentle clasp. She did not speak, rather rested her head upon my shoulder, silently telling me she understood. I found myself leaning into her, shutting my eyes and taking in a long, deep breath. She smelled like wood smoke, rosemary, and tilled earth, a combination so intoxicating to me that I would have gladly surrendered myself to Death for another chance to take it in. Time passed slowly as we sat there in the cold silence of the woods, letting the stars pass over us in their never-ending journey.

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She left sometime in the night, when I couldn't exactly say. But she had managed to bring me to my bedroll and throw a ragged blanket over my sleeping form before slipping away. I would not see her again for near a fortnight, during which I found myself surprisingly empty. In truth, I had been empty in heart and soul for far longer, though at the time, my own youthful naivety masked it. 

What had begun as a desperate attempt to remain within the confines of my own solitude had quickly shifted and molded itself into a desire for companionship, for her companionship. My camp was too still without Agatha in it, my days too quiet. So, I attempted to create a bit noise, so to speak, by combing through the tattered spell book I had managed to tuck away from my mother before she threw me out like last week's mold-covered bread. The worn and water-stained pages were brittle and fragile, even the lightest touch threatened to rip them apart as I pulled the cracked leather cover back. 

Carminum et Magicum printed against the dark brown cow's hide above an etch of the Triple Goddess. Oh, the legacy this book carried within it. Passed down from my mother's mother's mother into my hands. Hidden amongst pages and smudged ink were the secrets to understanding and controlling all aspects of magic. With as feather light a touch as I could muster, I flipped through the pages slowly, working through each section day by day, glancing over the basics of conjuration, transmutation, and enchantment before settling on the schools of magic. 

"Alchemy, Divination, Protection..." I muttered as I continued to flip pages until my eyes settled on what I was looking to start with.

"Dark magic is an often overestimated and overly scrutinized form of magic drawn to witches who are continually overlooked and underestimated. This magic is wild and difficult to control, which has led to the wrong assumption that it is inherently dangerous and deadly. Witches who wield dark magic are more willing to solve their problems through morally questionable means, though this does not automatically make them morally questionable themselves. The witch who is able to harness Dark magic is not only powerful, but skilled, and with proper education and discipline, can utilize and combine other schools of magic with it, including but not limited to Illusory, Divination, and Alchemical magics. The most coveted and dangerous of tomes pertaining to Dark magic and its spells is the Darkhold, written by the first demon Chthon, in the early days of existence. While several copies of this book exist, the original copy has been lost for millennia, and for good reason." 

I turned the page and froze. On the browning page, in fading black ink, was a sketch. A sketch of a book. Of the book.

"So," I whispered to myself, "that's how you found it, you bitch." 

With the lightest bit of pressure, the page tore away from its binding, giving a soft rip as it fell away from its companions. A surge of emotion slammed into me like a tidal wave: anger, frustration... guilt. Had I been just a tad more curious in my younger years, just a bit more rebellious, could I have prevented what became of my mother? Then reality came crashing back down. I shook my head, fighting back against the welling tears that stung the corners of my eyes. 

"Not that I would have been able to stop you." 

The paper crumpled in my hand, nearly turning to dust in my palm before I threw it into the campfire in front of me. Staring at it as it turned to ash, I could have sworn that the flames closest to it shifted from blue and white to violet and black before the page became nothing more than a memory in the back of my mind. 

I looked to the next page and continued to read.

"The Darkhold is known to influence and corrupt any who utilize it for an extended period of time. Such corruption can be observed as blackening of the fingertips, obsession over the book, and, in extreme conditions, severe mental imbalance. It is advised that any witch seeking the Darkhold abandon their search, lest they wish to be consumed by the darkest of evils. There is no reversal for the corruption of the Darkhold on a witch's soul. It is an absolute condition that cannot be altered or reduced. Any attempt to break the influence of the Darkhold has proven to be a colossal failure, resulting in death and destruction each and every time." 

[stardust-and-snickerdoodles]

Extraordinary Things

fandom: Doctor Who

pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader

summary: The Doctor finally meets and takes on a disabled companion who uses a wheelchair.

tags/warnings: disabled reader (wheelchair user), fluff, comfort

word count: 2997

When the Doctor stepped out of his box and onto that street, it was quiet. The sun was setting; the sky seeming more like an oil painting than anything. Across the way there was a streetlamp, lighting a small portion of sidewalk. And there on the sidewalk, was a woman in a chair.

“Hello,” the Doctor called out, taking a slow step toward you.

You turned. “Who are you?” you replied, voice containing an edge.

The Doctor paused in his motion toward you. “I’m the Doctor,” he answered without reserve, feeling a strange pull to be honest with you.

The Doctor was used to many reactions at this introduction. The most common being “Doctor who?” or a furrowed brow of confusion.

Yet, when the Doctor delivered his line, you simply groaned. Your head fell into your hands, hair obscuring your face. “Did my mother send you?” you called out, finally looking back up. “She’s always sending doctors,” you muttered under your breath.

As the Doctor drew closer, he noticed that you were not sitting on an ordinary chair at all but one with wheels. “Someone called for me,” the Doctor said, feeling a touch confused. He got the sense that he wasn’t quite in the right place.

You slumped into the chair, crossing your arms. “Yeah, that would be my mom. So, what are you? Orthopedist? Neurologist?” You raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. “Acupuncturist?”

The Doctor fiddled with his fingers, the corners of his lips twitching up in a smile. “I suppose I’m whatever you need me to be.”

“Well thanks doc,” you replied, words laced with sarcasm, “but I think I’m sorted for now.” You released the brakes on your chair and began to wheel up the sidewalk to a house nearby.

The Doctor rocked on the balls of his feet. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in the wrong place. Had he missed something? Where had the TARDIS sent him?

He had merely been drifting along the time vortex, recovering from a particularly nasty run-in with a few rogue Weeping Angels, when suddenly a voice had boomed around him. It seemed to come from the vortex itself, a cry as anguished as any. The voice called for him. Not many people could call him. So, he went. But now where was he?

Regardless, you were here. Maybe you had answers. Maybe you were important.

“Sorry,” the Doctor called out, walking toward you again. “What’s your name?”

You stopped, your back to the Doctor, but said nothing.

“I’m not actually a doctor. Well, sort of.” The Doctor fumbled for the right words. “It’s hard to explain.”

“So, you’re a psychologist then? Checks out.” You laughed as you began to wheel away again.

The Doctor let out a small huff of disbelief. “I’m not,” he rushed.

Suddenly, you stopped again and turned. You approached the Doctor slowly where he stood on the sidewalk, observing him. “So, what, you’re just some creepy guy who follows disabled women around before nightfall?”

The Doctor drew back in surprise and sputtered, “No, no I’m not!”

You laughed again, as if the funniest thing in the world had just occurred. It was quite a nice laugh, the Doctor thought. “Oh, calm down. You don’t have the look of that lot; trust me. I’m a pretty good judge of character. And you have kind eyes.” You smiled gently at the Doctor. “It’s getting dark though. Why are you out so late?”

“I could ask the same of you,” the Doctor replied, feeling some of the anxiety in his chest settle. There was still that strange magnetic attraction to you though, some force beyond himself and probably beyond this world.

Although the Doctor didn’t know it, you were feeling the same pull toward him.

“Touché. What’s your name? You never told me.” You were only a few feet away from the Doctor now. You looked at him with a fierce curiosity, a light which burned in your eyes and inspected every piece of him. He felt quite exposed in your presence.

“I’m just the Doctor,” he answered. “Call me Doctor.”

You hummed. “Vague. Mysterious. Exciting.” Your eyes twinkled as you told him your name in return. “It’s not safe out here on the street. Would you like to come in for tea?”

The Doctor thought about all the people and places that probably needed his help. The universe was screaming for him, millions of voices begging him to save them. Still…

“I suppose I could drop in for a moment.”

…

The two of you spoke lowly of strange encounters and life stories. The Doctor chose his words carefully, disguising otherworldly planets as fancy restaurants and hostile aliens as men in alleyways.

You spoke of your life and your family. You talked briefly of your disability. But mostly, you spoke of adventure and longing. Of a world which desperately wished to keep your soul buried. You said you’d knew you would find it among the stars someday. You said you dreamed of extraordinary things.

When the kettle was empty and the mugs were bare, the Doctor realized just how long he had sat with you. And by that time, he didn’t feel compelled to leave at all. Nor did he remember that he had been called to this place for some unknown reason.

You had opened up to the strange man more than anyone in your life. You had your secrets, and you still kept them from him, but you allowed him to peek at the locks that guarded them. You told the man things you had never told anyone, the things which you had always deemed as unimportant or insignificant. And the man hung onto your every word. You didn’t think you wanted him to ever leave.

You spared a glance at the clock and realized that time had passed much quicker than you thought. The Doctor had arrived over three hours ago. And you wanted him to stay – oh god, you wanted him to stay – but you couldn’t help but feel if you didn’t ask him to leave now, you might never let him.

Before you got the chance, though, the Doctor was on his feet. He began rubbing his hands together as an excited child might. “Would you like to see something extraordinary?”

He didn’t know why he’d said that. The plan was to stand up and say goodbye. But then the words had just tumbled out of his mouth and now you were nodding at him so eagerly; what was he supposed to do?

So, you left the cozy house, empty mugs abandoned on the table, and the Doctor led you back out to the street, where the TARDIS was waiting on the other side. The Doctor smiled gently, and you wheeled along closely behind him.

“A telephone box?” you said skeptically when the Doctor stopped in front of the doors.

“Not just any telephone box,” the Doctor whispered, before reaching for the handle and giving it a push.

Then another.

The Doctor jiggled the handle, the smile falling off his face as he tried to open the doors. He banged on the outside of the box. “Come on dear, let me in!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Who’s in the box?”

The Doctor shook his head and whirled around to face you. “No no no, there’s no one in the box.” He paused. “I hope.”

“Then who are you talking to?”

The Doctor scratched his head. “The box. I’m talking to the box; she’s locked me out.”

You let out a quick burst of laughter. “Oh my god, you’re mad! You talk to a telephone box?”

The eccentric man groaned and sat down on the pavement, hands folded. “It’s not a telephone box. It’s a time machine. A TARDIS.”

You rolled your wheels backwards slowly, doubt creeping into your mind. “A… a time machine. You can’t be serious.”

“I was going to show you,” the Doctor’s voice was muffled from where his head lay in his hands. He looked up and met your eyes with a gentle ferocity you’d never witnessed before. “I’m not lying. Trust me.”

 You paused.

This man was anything but ordinary. Already you had felt compelled to trust him, had opened up to him so much in less than a few hours. Were you really going to leave now, when he had promised something extraordinary?

“So…” You began, forcing the doubt back. “Your time machine. Why has it locked you out?”

The Doctor smiled weakly. “I’m not sure.” A faint humming began to emanate from the TARDIS. A flash of realization crossed the Doctor’s face. He scrambled to his feet and pressed an ear against the door. “Ah!” he exclaimed, as if the secrets of the universe had just revealed themselves to him.

“Ah? Ah what?” You wheeled forward again, intrigued.

“She’s rebuilding,” the Doctor murmured with a giddy smile. It disappeared to be replaced with confusion. “But why?” The man began to pace back and forth in front of the time machine. “No regeneration cycle, no imminent threat, no, no damage to the components…”

You watched on as the Doctor paced. His words might as well have been in another language for how well you understood him. What was he talking about? Regeneration? Damage to the components?

You shook your head in amazement. Whatever was happening certainly was extraordinary, even if it wasn’t what the Doctor intended to show you. You gazed beyond the man and to the blue box, the ordinary looking blue box, supposedly a time machine in disguise.

And then, right before your very eyes, it shrunk.

Not much, maybe an inch or two. Hardly enough to be noticeable unless you were watching, which you were.

“Uh,” you said, your voice shaking, “Doctor?”

The Doctor continued to mutter under his breath, eyes tracking the pavement under his feet.

“Doctor!”

Now the Doctor stopped, raising his eyes to meet yours. “What? What is it?”

You pointed to the box. “Your box. It, uh. Well, it got smaller.”

The Doctor’s brows furrowed and he spun around, coat whipping behind him. “Smaller? That’s not… That’s not right. What do you mean?” He ran a hand along the wood of the door.

“I’m not sure; I thought I saw it shrink. Just a little.”

The Doctor scanned the entire box, walking around and around and around until finally he stopped at the front again. His head tilted up and down, searching for anomalies. Suddenly, he was on the ground, pressed against the pavement and eyes a mere inch from the door. A delighted chuckle sprang from him as he got back to his feet. The humming from the TARDIS slowed until it stopped completely.

“She’s finished,” the Doctor whispered conspiratorially, eyes sparkling as he turned to face you. He waved a hand toward you. An invitation.

You wheeled forward again, approaching the man and his box. You gazed upon them both with childlike wonder, a look the Doctor didn’t think he’d ever forget.

As you drew closer, you scanned the doors of the box. Suddenly, your face fell. The Doctor’s hearts hammered, mind racing to find out what was wrong.

“I don’t think-” your voice was small, sounding as though all of your hopes and dreams had been dashed in an instant.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” The Doctor waved his hands about, unsure of what to do. You had been so happy! Had he done something wrong?

You shook your head. A small chuckle, lacking any sort of humor, rumbled deep in your throat. “I’m not sure I’m going to fit in that little box.” You gestured to the wheelchair which you occupied, hand drifting over one of the wheels at your side.

“Oh!” The Doctor exclaimed, smile forming on his face yet again. “Oh!” He spun around in a circle, excitement bubbling over. “Nothing to worry about there, love! Promise.” His countenance softened as he looked at you.

You smiled back, remembering his words from earlier: Trust me. You nodded and the Doctor turned to face the time machine yet again.

He scanned the doors with a look of reverence, settling on a white button on the left side. “Oh, I do love new buttons,” he stated, pushing down on it immediately.

The doors to the TARDIS swung open on their own.

“Of course,” the Doctor murmured, running a hand along the door yet again.

You watched the Doctor with confusion. “’Of course’ what? Do they not normally do that?”

The Doctor looked over his shoulder at you with a cheeky grin but said nothing. He simply beckoned you forward with another wave of his hand.

You wheeled your way forward carefully, and finally looked beyond the doors of the time machine.

“It’s-” you started, disbelief stopping your words as soon as they started.

“Bigger!” the Doctor exclaimed, whirling around the space with almost frightening speed. “Oh, you’ve really outdone yourself this time, old girl!” He raced around the center console, pushing various buttons and pulling levers.

You wheeled yourself into the space more cautiously, trying to take everything in.

“The TARDIS must like you,” the Doctor called from behind the console, peeking his head out from around the edge.

“What do you mean?” you asked, voice trembling in wonder.

The Doctor ran back around to be in front of you. The look on his face was pure delight, smile so big it had to hurt. “Notice,” he started, holding up a finger, “no stairs. Doors with buttons, wide pathways-”

“Entrance flush with the ground,” you cut him off, your own smile beginning to grow. “That’s why the box shrunk, isn’t it?”

The Doctor nodded wildly, hands fluttering about the air.

You laughed, this time full of glee and amazement. “Well, that’s certainly a first. An accessible time machine!”

 “An accessible time machine!” The Doctor matched your laugh, racing away to the console again.

You rolled around the center console, trying to take everything in. Numerous pathways branched off the control room, and you fought the urge to pick one and start exploring. “This is amazing,” you breathed.

“I promised something extraordinary, didn’t I?” The Doctor called from the other side of the console, still fiddling with levers and buttons and things.

“You did, I just… I wasn’t expecting…”

The Doctor stopped after flicking another lever. “What? A sentient time machine? A box that’s bigger on the inside?” The Doctor stepped toward you, eyes kind and carrying wisdom which seemed beyond his young appearance. “One thing you must know about me, my love, if this is to work. Never have expectations.”

You couldn’t help but feel a touch overwhelmed by the whole situation. It was extraordinary, beyond anything you ever thought possible. And this man, this strange man, who you’d never felt any compulsion to run from, despite the even stranger circumstances of your meeting, had just handed you the key to the universe. What were you to do with that? How were you to respond?

“If what is going to work?” ended up coming out of your mouth.

The Doctor knelt to come to eye-level with you, eyes still soft and kind. (Normally, you would find this patronizing; you hated when people got to your level simply because you were in the chair. But in the case of the Doctor, it seemed an intimate gesture, a measure of trust, and so you allowed it.) “Would you like to travel with me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Travel… where, exactly?”

The Doctor smiled again. “Anywhere. Everywhere! All of time and space, all available through the TARDIS. And since she did rebuild herself for you, I think it makes sense.”

You blushed a little. Running off with a stranger in a time machine in the middle of the night… It all seemed very scandalous. But this opportunity, this is what you dreamed of! Ever since you were a young girl, this is all that you had hoped for! How could you turn it down now?

“Okay,” you agreed slowly.

The Doctor jumped to his feet again and clapped his hands together. “Okay! I have just the place in mind.” He ran back to the console and started flipping levers again.

You wheeled yourself next to him. “I feel bad,” you started, speaking slowly as you watched his hands fly across the controls.

The Doctor looked up at you, face a mask of confusion. “For what?”

You gestured to the space around them. “For this, for your time machine having to rearrange itself for me.”

The Doctor waved off the worry. “The TARDIS doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to do. She did this because she likes you.”

The time machine gave a whirring hum, almost as if confirming this statement. You looked around, still in awe.

For years, you had lived every day expecting to be treated as subhuman. You should expect to be treated like a person, but unfortunately that wasn’t the way things worked. For the most part, humans were cruel and unforgiving creatures who saw little to no value in disabled people. You’d been called horrible things and treated like dirt for most of your life. Medical professionals questioned your every symptom and story, overly stingy with treatments and medications. You were called a faker even with your chair. So, when people cared even a little bit about you, you saw it as a victory.

But this man… the Doctor. He didn’t just care. An accessible time machine. Let alone one that had rebuilt itself entirely to accommodate you. And the Doctor, who hadn’t questioned you when you’d first met. He didn’t treat you like you were less than him. He was comfortable talking about your disability but wasn’t invasive. He wasn’t afraid of you.

You almost felt like you could cry.

The bar is on the absolute floor, you thought humorously as you looked back at the Doctor.

“Is the rest of the universe as accessible as your time machine?”

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Dark Moon Lilith/Waldemath Lilith (H58) : Mother Gaia, Spiritual Realm, Shadows, Night and the Moon.

Waldemath Lilith (h58) was discovered by scientist George Waldemath .

Wanting to take the time to explain my feelings towards this placement. As it's different from the other lilith placements, but has nothing to do with lilith in its entirety.

When Waldemath saw the planet in the sky, he said he seen it as a dark shadow in the sky and thats when he got the name for it.

Connecting it to lilith is great, but understanding its prophecies are bit different. So lets begin.

With the energy of dark moon lilith, its connecting to a cosmic force that focuses on the 'Mother'. Who is that you might ask?

Well in this case, The Mother is the Universe. But its so much deeper than that.

Because we exist in a timeline where we don't say thank you to mother gaia, where we pretend that the feminine is lesser than the masculine. Where we think of 'God' as a masculine entity and nothing more.

And this is where it gets challenging.

To say its a lilith placement isn't far fetched, just have to take into note that this energy that the dark moon portrays is far more connected to something spiritual than the lilith placement itself.

This one focuses on the spiritual elements, the ancestor, the mother, the unseen forces and realms that we hear about but can't get our grip on.

So when I say this placement has some deep shit to unravel, I mean it.

So starting off with someone having this placement in there first house. These individuals could deal with the world where the empathic effects can be overly daunting or exceptionally healing.

At some point, people will look to you as something other than. For better or for worse.

In the beginning phases of life, you may be forced to see how much different and sensitive you are to others and this may shape you in a way that makes your outlook on life far connected to something spiritual and enlightening. You can explore the different realms and find solace in what it is you came to do without shame once you realize those experiences where you were outcasted were suppose to shape you into your original form.

You're different in a way that connects the universe to your vision, never forget it.

Someone with this placement in the first house would have to learn the hardships & lessons of being 'Other' and knowing how to navigate things in a way that correlates with their plane of existence. You're not alone in it, and deep down you are a source of divine inspiration because all your life you had to get your level of intellect and knowledge from some where. And at times this can reflect on your appearance and show itself brightly. You have a big aura that shapes the people around you, and a lot of times people can see you in a odd way than most, but it's Mother.

Mother isn't just one thing, she is everything. And thats you.

Now for someone who has this placement connected to the Sun, you will have to surrender to the divine forces within more often than you'd like. The shame, guilt and fears you've succumbed to where not that of your own, which is very similar to lilith, but again, its connected to something cosmic. It's as if your life force is here to shape the perceptions and realities of others with just your mere presence. You have a gift that enlightens a lot of people into being who they are and you're very captivating to say the least. You may have been bullied with how unique you stand in your aura but thats because children and even adults had not known what the outer realms we're trying to teach them.

The way you express your divine feminity is not that of anyone else, which can confuse others and they'll try to change your perception of what it is and what it isn't. But you'll keep going nonetheless.

You're a shape shifter, a healer, and a vortex opener. Someone who knows the ins and the outs when it comes to spiritual knowledge. But you keep this to your self. Something about you is incredibly magical, and the more you connect to nature, crystals and animals the higher your vibration will be.

Moon aspecting the dark moon can show an individual whos psychic prowess can take form and connect to the areas around them. You're likeliness is like a witch, and you're connected to the stars and all things unseen in a way that most people will never grasp. It. isn't for them too. You're like the crone but you haven't lived that long yet, its been ingrained in you since a young age.

You guys are different in the way you carry yourself, you could end up going into something connected to candle magick, witchcraft if you will, as the feminine magic you carry needs expression at some point.

Theres a special quality to the connection you have with others, it passes the concept of time and other things related to beliefs in religious doctrines. You have a interesting persona and the way you carry yourself is unique and has nothing to do with social standards carried out in society.

Your energy holds weight and it may push people into believing in something and thinking deeper than what is totally normal.

This was a fun, short, intricate analyzation of the planet and the energies connected to the big 3. I hope this helps someone wanting to learn more about the dark moon and its ties to the spiritual. More to come on this. Adios!

[allophonicmess]

Past's Lilac Haze

Chapter 2

Masterlist

You only wanted to help you niece with her theatre project. And it got you and your Timelord husband involved in an alien attack on one of London's most famous theatres.

So much for his retirement plans.

14th Doctor x Timelord!Wife! Reader

You travelled there quickly; Rose watched in fascination. She focused on each step, watching you turn leavers, press buttons, and dial symbols on the triangular screens, but in the end, she couldn't remember all the steps. 

"You can turn that on in a clockwise direction. Count to three while you are turning it." You said in concentration, pointing towards the position of the tool on the Tardis console.

Your niece gasped," Really? Oh, my god!" She looked at the Doctor for a second approval, but he just nodded at her with a soft smile as he leaned against the railings. 

Rose grinned, completing the task you assigned her to do. She looked at you for feedback, and you nodded at her; she did well.

"Almost there…" You said in concentration, keeping your eyes on the screen displaying your flight status. "Come here, look at this." You called her over, taking her by the shoulder to place her between you and the screen. 

"Here, keep your eyes on this." You pointed at a circular symbol. You would teach her to read Gallifreyan at one point, but she was way too clever, already figuring out how to fly the ship. It would be negligent to also teach her the systems language. You loved her; you both did. But you also knew she had it in her to straight up steal the Tardis for a solo trip if she knew how.

"Keep your eyes on it." You leaned over her, flipping another switch. "And here we go!" You laughed excitedly, feeling the machine shift around you as it set into the time vortex. It felt so good to finally be flying again. Just for the fun of it and not out of duty because you were ordered to do so.

"Woah! Are we moving in time?" Rose gasped, watching with childish wonder as the symbols started spinning and changing at a fast pace. "Doctor, look!" She called him to look at the wonderous machine before her.

"Oh, I know." He laughed, crossing his arms and looking at the two of you with pride. Was this what his life was going to be like? If so, he truly loved the idea of retirement and simple things. Watching the people he loved come together and travel for fun. No more saving worlds, fighting enemies, no more running. Just this.

It sounded like heaven.

"And, volà!" You said singly, pressing a few buttons that stopped the time machine. It gave a soft whine and jutted slightly as it settled onto the softened ground just off the bank of the River Thames. 

"Are we there?" Rose asked, a little confused. "It didn't make the landing sound." She looked at the Doctor, expressing her confusion. "You know: that uhue, uhue,…"

You hummed a little smugly, "Yeah, It's not supposed to do that." You turned away from the console to grab your coat. Where did you leave it again? Ugh, in the hallway, right. You loved the new, clean interior, but it could have been more practical. The coat hanger in number 12's ship had been a game changer, and you didn't know that you could miss something so simple so dearly. 

 "That sound is the handbrake." You called a little louder as you returned from the dresser in the hallway.

Rose looked accusingly at the Doctor, "You've been flying with the handbrake on? "But he sighed, shaking his head as he moved towards the exit. 

"Maybe. But it makes it easier to navigate the fifth dimension." He pushed the Tardis doors open, allowing his niece to take a look at London in the early modern period. It was all timbered houses, a little weird-looking with uneven stories and thatched roofs. 

"Whoa!" Rose laughed, in awe at the scene. "This is even better than New York!" She was about to step out and take the scene of the city in, but the Doctor quickly stopped her, holding her back with his arm over her front. "Careful! It's wet. Don't ruin your-"He vaguely motioned towards her light sneakers. What were they called again? She had told him multiple times, in fact. She wanted them for Christmas and almost suffocated him in a tight squeeze after unwrapping them under the Christmas tree. Expensive little things, but he wasn't one to judge. Human trend cycles were so much fun to watch, really. 

"It's the 16th century, dear. Everything is wet here." You said unamused, from behind them, pushing them slightly to free up the exit. 

Rose took a careful step outside, cringing slightly at the smell. Still, she quickly forgot about it when she saw the big wooden building behind her, just a few meters away. "It's the GGlobe! Oh my god!" She was surprisingly ecstatic about anything regarding Shakespeare. 

"Yup, and in it's original spot. It got destroyed and rebuilt somewhere over there." You pointed towards a rather shabby looking barn and tavern. 

"Hold on." Rose paused for a moment, lost in thought. "You said we were going to 1598. But, the Globe wasn't finished till 1699." She concluded.

The Doctor whistled, impressed at her deduction skills. "You really are Donna's daughter." He chucked, pulling her into a side hug. He blindly reached for your hand as he led the group towards the theatre, where a group had gathered to be let in. He squeezed your hand once he felt it in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

You loved his gentle nature, preferring the soft symbols of love instead of the grand acts of romance. "You're right. But I thought,' You know what? If we are going to a Shakespearean production of the play, we might as well go see it in the Globe."

"Oh, this is much better than seeing it at some random theatre."Rose cheered. The three of you arrived at the gates, and you paused the group momentarily. "Hold on. Do you want to get sitting or standing tickets?" You looked amongst yourselves for a moment.

"Well, standing is more immersive, but then again-"The Doctor thought out loud. But Rose interrupted him before he got to finish his sentence. 

"You are old. We get it." She smiled at him to soften the blow of her brutally honest statement. "Let's get seating." She hooked her arm into his and started moving towards the other entrance and away from the gate that led to the pit. You tried to stifle your laughter, amused at her statement. 

Your husband gasped in shock at his niece's audacity. She should call herself lucky; he only let that comment slide because he loved her. 

"You little-"He was pretending to be at a loss of words, playing into the role of the upset elderly.

"As you said, Donna's daughter." You shrugged, squeezing his hand once more as you entered the small building set up in front of the theatre that acted as a ticket shop.

You had been able to get rather good seating tickets, allowing the three of you to get comfortable in the lower ranks of the circular theatre. Or as comfortable as possible, considering the seating area consisted of wooden planks nailed onto other wooden elements. It wasn't called 'the wooden o' for nothing. 

But Rose didn't mind. She was seated comfortably between her two timelord companions and studied the people moving through the theatre with great admiration. Travelling through space had been mesmerizing to her. And she admired you, maybe even envied you, for being able to travel all around the world so easily and in no time. 

Unbeknownst to her, there had been a discussion between you, the Doctor and Donna about Rose's permission to travel. Her mother knew that forbidding her to do so wholly would make no sense. She would do it any way but in a much more dangerous way; worst case, all on her own and with no one to call to for help. 

So you agreed to take it easy. Time and space travel in a light and minor friendly style. In practice, that meant exploring only one dimension at a time. Space travel? OK, keep it to Earth and the solar system for now and stay in real-time. Time travelling? Alright, but you stay on earth and don't interfere with crucial moments in time or interact with historical figures. 

It was a good agreement and assured both parties that nothing too wild would happen on the small family trips. Another positive was that it got the Doctor thinking about the absurd and frankly life-threatening places he had visited regularly in the past. Reflection was key. So now a whiteboard hung in your shared study to collect 'Rose safe travel spots'. 

"You two are settled? Feeling good?" You asked your niece, touching her arm softly to get her attention. Her eyes had been wandering over the crowd nonstop as she was oh-ing and ah-ing at her fellow theatregoers. Only this time, there happened to be a diverse mix of classes from the 17th century, all gathering to watch the play that she dreaded to perform in her 21st-century theatre class. 

The Doctor had leaned closer to her, sometimes pointing towards particularly interesting-looking people or explaining customs that would seem strange to someone born in the mid-2000s. He enjoyed the role of the spectator more than he had imagined. It was easy and allowed him to finally release the tension he usually held in his body when travelling. There had always been the need to stay on high alert to protect his companions or find the source of danger before it was too late. Allowing himself to relax typically meant that others would get hurt or die. But this newly acquired retirement allowed him to lean back and enjoy for once. The other Doctor would take care of it. He knew that he would be hungry for the chase at some point later in time. Still, he was content with taking his wife and niece to the theatre like other families did, only with the perks of owning a space and time machine. 

"Yup, all good." The Doctor answered for the two of them. He leaned forward just like you did to catch your eyes. He smiled softly at you.

"Great, I'll just get some snacks before the performance starts. You want some grapes?" You asked Rose, who was finally loosened from her trance. She looked at you with confusion at the seemingly absurd question. 

"Grapes? Can't we get real snacks?" She tried to find the vendor moving through the pit, scanning what he was offering from his vendor's tray.

"Well, they may have other fruits and nuts, but nothing snacky like you suggest." You listed a few items; none of them sparked her interest. 

"Should have come here for the evening performance then. That's when they roll out the rotisserie chicken and oysters." The Doctor commented, making the young woman cringe.

"I'm still vegan, you know. And oysters, really?" She shook her head to let go of the thought. "Um, just a drink, please. Water- No, wait, you couldn't drink that. It's poisonous, right?... I don't know, just nothing too fancy, please."

You nodded, getting up and moving through the tightly packed crowed towards the moving vendor.

"What can I get such a beautiful lady?" He asked, already prepping a few cups of wine for the thirsty crowd. 

"I'll have-"

You stopped. 

It was a lovely, slightly chilly but pretty warm day, reading that you had just entered May. Only some lone clouds graced the sky; the sun was shining. So why did you feel that sizzle of electricity? It felt like that rush in the air, the pressure around you just before a thunderstorm. Your eyes wandered through the crowd, but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. 

"What is it that you want?" The vendor asked, somewhat annoyed at your sudden loss of focus. A line had formed behind you. 

"Um, sorry. Some ale, please. Two cups." You paid for the overpriced, watered down beer and returned to your seats where your companions waited. You took a deep breath, focusing on the sloshing liquid, trying not to spill any and to calm your nerves. 

 Everything was fine.

 It's a Wednesday at the theatre, all was fine. 

But your eyes locked with the Doctors when you returned to your seat. He let Rose ramble on about some man with extraordinarily pointy shoes, only focusing on you. The two of you had perfected the non-verbal communication of eye contact. 

'All good?'

'I don't know. Something feels off…'

'You noticed it, too.'

He agreed to your assumption with a micro expression, slightly pursing his lips. You hardly saw it, ensuring that Rose wasn't aware of your exchange.

'Do we leave?'

At that moment, the third stage bell sounded, informing everyone that the show was about to begin. The movement in the pit stopped, and people in the rows sat down as the band started playing.

"Why are you still standing? It's starting." Rose said in a hushed tone, pulling your sleeve to have you sit down. "Is that mine?" She took one of the cups from you, smelling it before taking a small sip. 

You shared one more look with the Doctor before sitting down.

'It's fine. Probably just the weather.'

What a lazy lie, but you didn't want to ruin the fun for Rose. She was grinning from ear to ear, watching the performers enter the stage. You couldn't force her to leave now over the unreliable feeling that something might be off. 

It could be a minor solar storm or any irrelevant situation that just happened to make your instincts act like a real threat would. 

"Ugh, is this beer?" Rose cringed, starring angrily at the cup in her hand. 

"It's ale. It's what people drink since water is poisonous, remember?" The Doctor jested, taking the cup from her hand and taking a big sip from it to overexaggerate the joke. 

The three of you watched the performance. The actors were rather good, but you were thankful for the Tardis translations aiding Rose. Early Modern English was painful to listen to at times.

You had been able to relax after the first two acts passed with noting out of the ordinary. Rose had been fascinated by the mechanicals. Patting your leg to get your attention when the actor for Peter Quince, her assigned role, entered the stage in the first act. 

"Now it's time for the third act. They meet in the forest for the rehearsal." She whispered to you when she noticed your focus shifting away from the stage. 

 "Pat, pat. And here's a marvels convenient

place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be

our stage, this hawthorn brake our tiring-house,

and we will do it in action as we will do it before the Duke."

Rose quietly followed the lines, mouthing the words as the actor spoke them. The Doctor noticed your mental absence, leaning back to create eye contact behind Rose.

'You are alright?'

'Mhm'

You leaned forward to escape his line of view, but he moved in tandem with you.

'No, don't do that. You tell me not to do that, so don't do that yourself.'

'I'm not doing anything.'

'Your acting.. off'

'Off?'

'Oh please, your focus is somewhere else. You still have that feeling, don't you?'

 He raised his eyebrows expectingly at you. But you just shook your head.

'Yes… No,- I'm not sure it's like-'

"What are you two doing?" Rose looked between the two of you. She had noticed the staring contest that you held over her. 

"What hempen homespuns have we swagg'ring here

So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?

What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor—

An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause."

Puck entered the stage, watching the mechanics rehearse their play. He was weaving between them, watching each one of them closely as they stayed frozen in their positions.

"Sorry, we were just-"You tried to explain but stopped when that feeling returned. You gasped, feeling a cold shower run down your back. There was unusual movement in the crowd. The people started to get uneasy, and murmuring started to get louder. The crowed started yelling at the actors. 

Why?

Because they still stood there, frozen in their movements. Only puck was slowly moving over the stage, walking towards the front of it. 

You enjoy this iffy play

Where humans pretend to hold magie

You wander blindly night and day

Ignoring the magic amongst thee

But I shall show you what there is

Behind this sadly tiring ground

When I cast around you blinding mist

And set for terror, you are bound

The yells of dissatisfaction turned into screams of terror as the monologue ended, and small, flying creatures started to attack the crowd. Rose instinctively leaned into you, trying to find safety between the two timelords beside her. 

You sighed with a profound exhaustion. Could the universe leave you alone? At least once?

[jgabriel1920]

Johnnytober 14°: Blowjob

"Thank you man, you- ah~ help a lot."

That's what Verosika said while you deep throated his cock, mouth on his base and nose on his pelvis. The manly smell made your own cock hard, holding yourself to not jerk yourself. This was supposed to be quick.

When you started gagging, he seemed to hold you tight there, watching with a smile has you drooled and sputter in his dick, the sounds making him pre-cum right down your throat. Of course you had to get for a moment, breathing heavily as you jerked his fat cock fast and hard.

"You're wonderful at this~ maybe I start paying you for it but it would have to be for a little longer~" he scratched your head, which made you whimper and blush. He was about to say how cute it was when you went back to his cock, now going in and out and sucking it hard, letting your tongue swirl and lap at it, desperate for it.

He kept moaning, his sound almost drowning the sound of fans outside. "Look, vortex might get here so I just-" he grabbed your hair, using it as a handle to fuck your throat silly. You tried keeping looking at him, letting him know how you loved being used as a toy. Your hands went up to his muscular belly, letting your hand roam as you relaxed your throat.

And when you least expected he came, holding your head as thick cum went down your throat, having to close your teary eyes to focus on gulping. He eventually let you free, pulling his pants up and running to stage, but not before saying.

"Thanks a lot man! Next week the same?"

You nodded, although you hoped next week he use your ass.

And two full weeks of this!

[zalrb]

If you don’t mind me asking, why does loumand work for you a bit more than loustat

I don't mind at all! Loumand works for me more because a) the show allowed me to see in scene that their relationship is more fucked up than initially presented whereas Loustat is more me liking the idea of them because season 1 is mostly dialogue and b) I also find it more sinister just more subtle.

So, Loustat is supposed to be this volatile, stormy, all-consuming vortex of a relationship but like I've been saying, I think that's mostly in dialogue that makes me go, I want to see this (including the push pull of sentiments like "I wanted him dead, I wanted him all to myself" "I wanted to be the man" because those lines are voiceovers over Louis' face and while I think Jacob Anderson is a good actor, he doesn't provide the nuance needed for me to see the hatred, love, desire, resentment in his expression for those lines to really get me when it’s just on his face) along with a few key moments -- such as having hate sex in Antoinette's apartment, the reveal of what actually happened when they turned Claudia into a vampire -- that make me go, it should be this all the time.

It's supposed to be insanity and chaos, it's supposed to be this rollercoaster of emotion, like when Louis says "that's Lestat" where he says lies and lies and then says something real, I thought to myself, is that Lestat? Did we really see this before? They are way too contained for me, which is partly why I like making vids for them because I can edit things to be as chaotic as I believe they're supposed to be. I hear them talk about what their dynamic is more than I actually see it, so watching it I get frustrated because it should be more.

Loumand isn't supposed to be insanity and chaos, they are supposed to be light and flirty and then calming and stable and I see that in their interactions

but I also see the other part of why Louis is attracted to his relationship with Armand. Armand is extremely powerful but Louis is in control, he can tell him to take his clothes off and read while he fucks him and Armand will love it

Louis sets the pace, Louis leads.

Or so he thinks.

The show portrayed Armand as somewhat passive and docile for a 500 year old vampire in charge of a coven. We get a sense of his power and what he can do but he only seems to react to potential conflict, which he says

and then we get 2x05 and we get to see what he's like when he's angry and his, "Oh, he's fine. You're fine. This is fine. We're all fine" while torturing Daniel to hurt Louis

and him interrogating Daniel because he's hurt that Louis called him boring,

besides being more interesting to me than something like Lestat bringing soldiers to the house in a temper tantrum because I find Armand's calculated punishment way more insidious (which isn’t to downplay Lestat’s abuse), I am shown that this relationship isn't quite right and Armand isn't toothless.

Not to mention, he doesn't tell Louis that Lestat said "I love you" so if he's withholding that,

combined with what happened with the photos

combined with the fact that Armand had been hovering around the interview from the beginning pretending to be someone else,we're left wondering if this is true

and then when we get to Armand's role in Claudia's death, we're left questioning whether or not this supremely powerful vampire really was as powerless to stop it as he tells us he was

and while Armand's love may be sincere, his protection of Louis may be sincere, is he also maybe emotionally manipulating him to stay?

It's ironic that Louis says this

when it's quite clear that he does need these things and the way Armand even interacts with him in that very fight is him doing the things Louis says he doesn't need.

I'm along for the ride with Loumand and left wondering who is in control, who is manipulating who, and find that the show actually illustrates the subtleties and power shifts etc in more than just moments.

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Live While We're Young — JJ Maybank

An Outer Banks Imagine

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: No phones, your sneaky link, and a party.

Warnings: Underage drinking

A/N: This is inspired by the One Direction song because duh. Just a lil bit of fluff to get you through the next few days before Season 4 is out!!!

Masterlist

It’s Saturday night and your phone has been eerily silent. You thought that JJ would be bugging you nonstop about the party, but he hasn’t sent any messages today. For once, it seems like he’s actually respecting your boundaries (though a part of you secretly loves that he barged his way into your life and continues to shake things up on a daily basis). You check it again (still nothing) and turn back to your chemistry textbook with a sigh. 

It’s 9:04 when a knocking sound coming from your window breaks you out of your concentration. Adrenaline spikes your heart rate, and you grab your Hydroflask from your bedside table before going to check it out. It’s mostly full, so it should be enough to knock out a kidnapper or a burglar should the need arise. 

But when you pull up the shades, it’s just a blond chaos demon wearing a mischievous smirk that makes your knees buckle. As you unlock the window and push it up, you flash him an eye roll, which only makes his smirk grow. You step back to give him room to clamber in, and he slides through with a practiced ease. 

“Hey, princess, sorry I’m late. I parked at the country club and walked over so no one would see,” he says, leaning back against the window. His eyes flicker down your body, taking in your PJ shorts and oversized Kildare Marina t-shirt. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

“I told you, I’m not going,” you answer, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“And I told you that you are.” He takes a big step forward, closing the distance between you. He grabs your wrists and pulls your arms down, swinging them. “C’mon, it’ll be fu-un.” There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he sings the last word, dragging out the ‘u.’

“I’m not stupid, JJ, I know that this party is a glorified orgy. And Rafe Cameron has been bragging about all the drugs he’s bringing for weeks now.”

“Well it just so happens that the party's at John B’s, where I conveniently have my own room. No orgy participation necessary. Unless, of course, you decide you want to join in after all.” You huff out a sigh, rolling your eyes again.

“You wish, Maybank.”

“If you’re really that afraid, I won’t force you to come. I just thought we could have this one night to be normal. Get drunk, pretend we’re in love, ignore that this has been doomed from the start.” His shoulders lift in a slight shrug as if he doesn’t care, but he looks down at you through his eyelashes and you see a hint of wistfulness underneath his carefree expression. You bite down on your lower lip as you make a quick mental pros and cons list. JJ can see the gears turning in your brain and pulls you into his chest, dropping your hands to wrap his arms around your waist instead. 

“Don’t overthink it, just let go for one night. I promise you won’t regret it.” He punctuates his sentence with a kiss, letting his tongue sweep across your bottom lip for just a moment before pulling back. The past month flashes through your mind; a highlight reel of stealing kisses behind the boat house when he’s supposed to be mowing the lawn, sneaking out to meet him at the bluffs in the middle of the night, and hooking up in the back of the Twinkie. 

It’s hard to see a future with this boy from the wrong side of the island, but there’s a part of you that longs for it. To be sucked fully into his wild vortex of a life. You let out a defeated sigh. If you don’t seize this moment, you may never get the chance to see if JJ can be more than just a summer fling. 

“Fine, just give me ten minutes and I’ll meet you at the club,” you say. His face breaks into a grin and he leans in to press a quick peck to your cheek and then he’s gone in a flash. 

“I’m gonna go before you change your mind. See you in ten minutes!” He calls over his shoulder as he climbs back out into the flat part of the roof over the garage. 

You shake your head and chuckle to yourself as you throw some clothes into your backpack. On your way out of your room, you grab your laptop and a textbook to strengthen your alibi. 

“I’m going to sleep over at Sarah’s, we’ve got a big chem test next week that we need to study for,” you tell your parents as you pass the living room. You don’t stick around to hear their response and let yourself out the front door. 

The country club is a short walk away, and the Twinkie is the only car in the lot. JJ is leaning against it, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone while he waits. As you get closer, your footsteps get louder, and he looks up at you with a smile. 

“Hang on, I just gotta change quick,” you say as you keep walking, past him and around the car until you’re mostly hidden from his view. “Don’t look.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he snorts. 

“We’re pretending to be in love tonight, right? That means you’re a respectful boyfriend.” You slip off your comfy clothes and into your party attire as fast as you can, wanting to get out of Figure 8 as soon as possible. 

“I never said anything about being respectful.”

Even though he can’t see your face, you roll your eyes as you get into the car. 

“A girl can dream,” you let out a fake-dramatic sigh and cross your arms as he slides in next to you. 

“Look at us, fighting like a couple already.” 

“If we were a real couple, how would you make up with me?” You ask, looking over at him with a sly smirk. 

“I’d say, c’mon, babe, don’t be like that,” he raises his voice an octave, making it sound whiny. Hearing him call you ‘babe,’ even jokingly, sends blood rushing to your core. “Then, I’d grab your hand like this,” he pulls on your left hand, carefully releasing it from where it is still crossed in front of your chest, then laces his fingers with yours. His thumb rubs slow circles against the sensitive skin on the back of your hand and your breath hitches in your throat. 

“Wow, Maybank, I’m impressed,” you say, forcing through your breathlessness to continue with the joke. “Maybe there’s secretly a rom-com heartthrob hiding beneath that whole fuckboy thing you’ve got going on.” You use your joined hands to gesture vaguely over at him, and he chuckles. 

“Nah, I’ve just seen enough movies to be able to fake it.” Your laugh is loud and wild, and with your head thrown back you don’t notice the way JJ’s eyes sparkle as he looks over at you. 

JJ pulls up in front of John B’s house, where the yard is already packed with people. Kiara and Pope are sitting in lawn chairs on the driveway next to a giant storage bin. When you reach over to open the passenger door, JJ grabs your arm and mutters “Wait.” You let your hand drop into your lap and watch as he jogs around the front of the car. In the distance behind him, his two friends share a confused look. He opens your door and holds a hand out to you, dropping his head in a mock-bow that probably looks real to everyone else who can’t see the goofy grin on his face. With another eye roll, you take his hand and let him help you out of the car. While you walk across the driveway, he keeps a firm hold on your hand and gently swings your arm with his own, which makes you laugh again. 

When you stop in front of Kie and Pope, their eyebrows furrow in tandem.

“Y/N?” Kie asks, shaking her head slightly as she looks back and forth between you and JJ. The two of you had been friends as kids, before she started pulling away from everything and everyone on Figure 8. 

“Dude, when you said you were bringing the girl you were hooking up with we thought she’d be a touron,” Pope says, looking over at you with an amused smile. 

A few heads turn at the sight of you and JJ holding hands as you battle your way through the crowd to the keg, but no one says anything. They’d be hypocrites if they did, since most of them are dancing with people they’d never be caught dead with on a normal day. 

John B’s up by the keg with your best friend Sarah, which is really the only normal thing about this party. She flashes you a knowing smile as John B claps a hand on JJ’s shoulder, whispering something that makes JJ smirk, before handing you each a plastic solo cup. You hold it up for JJ to ‘cheers’ before you take your first sip. The cheap beer leaves a bitter taste in the back of your throat which makes you wrinkle your nose. He takes a long swig from his own cup and then leans in so his mouth is next to your ear. 

“If we were really dating, I’d tell you that we have other drinks inside,” he yells over the loud music. 

“If we were really dating, I’d make you get me a vodka lemonade,” you shout back, batting your eyelashes at him as 

He leads you into the house, which he has to unlock and then relock behind you so no one sneaks in to use the beds (or the couch, or the floor…) for their fatherless behavior. 

While he digs around under the sink for the bottle, you hoist yourself up onto the counter next to him, letting your legs swing as you wait. When he’s finished making your drink, he steps up to the counter, nudging your legs to the side so he can wedge his hips between them. You reach for the glass but he pulls it out of your reach. 

“If you were really my girlfriend, I’d make you trade me a kiss for your drink,” he teases, raising his eyebrows as if to challenge you. 

“If you were really my boyfriend, I’d kiss you like this,” you whisper as you grab a fistful of his t-shirt and pull him in. You slide your lips against his in slow, languid strokes, letting your tongue flick against his bottom lip every few seconds but pulling it back before he can suck it fully into his mouth like you know he wants to. 

“If you were really my girlfriend, I’d take you back to my room and fuck you so hard that everyone at the party would know about us,” he mutters against your lips. As much as you like that idea, you actually do want to dance.

“Well, if you were really my boyfriend, I’d make you go back outside and dance with me first.” With both hands, you push against his chest to get him to take a step back and slide off the counter into the now-open space. After giving him a quick peck, you pluck the glass from his hand and strut back outside. You don’t need to turn around to know that he’s following, eager to have his hands all over you again. 

By the time you shove your way to the middle of the makeshift dance floor, your drink is half-empty and you feel the alcohol going straight to your head, blurring the edges of your thoughts and making your brain feel lighter. Finally, you turn around to face JJ and flash him a cheeky, vodka-soaked smile as you start to sway your hips to the beat of the music. He’s still for a moment, watching you through eyes heavy with lust, and then he’s there, right in front of you with his free hand gripping your hip. 

Bravery surges through your veins, aided by the alcohol and the relative safety of a phoneless party, and you slip one of your legs between JJ’s. You can feel him hardening against your thigh and lean into it, pressing your hips forward until they’re flush with his. He leans in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. 

Despite your closeness, the two of you are surprisingly PG compared to the crowd around you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Topper Thornton with one hand on Shelby Moore’s tits while the other is lost underneath her dress, two guys taking turns making out with the same girl, and at least three topless girls. So you don’t feel bad about tangling your hands in his blond hair, pulling his head up until it’s level with yours, and crashing your lips against his. 

As the alcohol continues to flow, your game of make-believe descends into madness. When the party starts looking more like an orgy, the two of you decide to take a walk along the beach to try and sober up a little bit. The cool, salt-infused air is a refreshing change from the sweaty mess of bodies you had spent most of the night in, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath, letting it cleanse your sins. 

“If I was your boyfriend I’d tackle you into the water right now,” JJ says from just behind you. He’s got one arm around your waist and his chin is resting on your shoulder. You open one eye and turn your head to the side to frown at him. 

“If I was your girlfriend, I’d kick you in the balls,” you shoot back. 

“Well then I’d kick you in the… boobs.” It takes him a second to figure out where to kick you for the same effect, and you burst out laughing when he finally finishes his sentence. “Hey! It’s not funny. Girls don’t really have anything equivalent to balls.” 

“Equivalent? That’s a big word. JJ Maybank, have you been studying?” 

“Fuck off,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck. It feels hot against your skin and you twist in his arms so you’re facing him. 

“Oh my God, you have been! It’s a Christmas miracle!” You exclaim, amusement lifting your voice up an octave. 

“It’s not a big deal, Pope’s just been helping me with some stuff.” 

“Not for most people, but for the guy who said he’d rather die than open a textbook, it seems like a pretty big deal.”

“Well, I’d rather not spend the rest of my life in high school, so I thought I should at least try to get my shit together.” He shrugs, trying to look nonchalant, but you know he’s still a little embarrassed because he won’t make eye contact with you. 

You reach up to brush his hair off his forehead, locking your gaze with his. 

“If I was your girlfriend, I’d be proud of you,” you whisper. The words hang suspended in the space between you and suddenly it doesn’t feel like a game anymore. JJ’s eyes flicker down to your lips and back up to your eyes. They’re filled with a softness you’ve never seen before and when he leans in to kiss you, it’s slow and sweet. 

It’s not much, just a soft brushing of lips, but it feels like a possibility. You lean into it, into him, taking a leap of faith. After all, you gotta live while you’re young, right?

[popawritter12]

That Hwei fic was so good, I litteraly can't get yandere Hwei out of my mind now 😭😭 Mind doing some more, whether it be headcanons or one shot? 🥹🙏

Author's note: Since you asked me based on Hwei's one-shot, I'm going to make its "sequel."

Also, I want to clarify that; To the other two anons who requested their respective things, give me some time, I'm a little "slowed down" due to certain personal issues <3

Love y'all

Yandere! Hwei x Fem! Reader

Yandere Character: Hwei

From the videogame/serie/movie/manga/anime: League Of Legends

Case: kidnapping, restraints, drugs, very light NSFW, allusion to deaths

Part: 2 of 2

Part 1 here!

Finished: Yes

-

This wasn't supposed to happen, she wasn't supposed to have found out about all this…, he wasn't supposed to have talked about it, in fact, she shouldn't have even gone through all this.

However, it ended up happening, and now she was there, tied to a chair and babbling cries and pleas that at this point only made my heart ache.

Do you know what was the worst? That it was my fault, I was the only one to blame for this situation, the fact that she was now trying to get out of it, but he refused to listen to her, he refused to even accept her pleas.

And then she resorted to talking to me, she tried to convince me that this is wrong, that all this was just a rotten desire, something so horrendous that it consumed me, and that it was going to consume her, that it was all a simple manipulation of Jhin, and that she could free me from these chains, that she could free me from this sick love.

And it hurt me, it hurt me to think that she thought so badly of me, that she thought of me as lovesick, as someone who was being consumed by some kind of vortex, it wasn't until I came to myself that I realized. that, in fact, there was no other way out of this situation

The vegetables stirring in the clay plate, and the spoon permanently crashing against the clay, the sound of the collision between both materials made me remember in great detail the first time I saw her, the feeling that seeing someone so eccentric caused me when she passed through the door of the temple, and the nerves that the mere fact of seeing her in the eyes provoked in me.

I still have the vivid image of her on the first day; A smile adorned her face, her fingers played with each other constantly, and the old cloth bag with the sounds of metals colliding together was an image that was always in my mind. Every time she returned to that memory, I completely forgot the horror in her eyes, the fear she shows me now.

For a long time, I thought there might be a comeback, I thought that if I untied her and let her go, she would forgive me, she would show me that she was going to lead me down the same path.

But I no longer see a return, now I did not see a return; This path that I had taken, all this… all this love, absolutely everything that torments my mind, I could not eliminate it, not even if I expressed it in so many paintings, not even if I vent it in Jhin or in someone else, I did not find any place for me that received with the same love with which she received every smile she gave me. Now she just had to find a way to accept that fate, to accept the love I have for her.

I knew that sooner or later all this was going to end like this, more so due to the fact that I had never known this feeling in my life.

But seeing her I was certain that we were destined for each other.

This is why I do this, this is all the reason why I still want to be with her.

But everything had to be a little crooked.

I placed the clay plate on the silver tray, and then I noticed it. A crystal glass sits next to the bowl, and I stare at it for countless seconds, trying to figure out whose hand it was that had placed it.

—I'm glad to see you haven't freed her yet —Jhin mentions —, it's just a matter of time before she gets used to it.

He settled down against the counter, and noticed the strange color in the water; small bubbles emerge from the bottom, but there was nothing there. I thought, for a moment, that it was carbonated water, however, it didn't fit how Jhin is, it didn't fit the idea that… he didn't care about her.

—Tell me, have you already thrown away the dried paint? —He questioned me.

I let out a sigh.

—What did you put in the water?

It was a simple question, but one that presented a danger to me. It was obvious that she wasn't going to notice this, it was obvious that he could poison her, drug her, harm her… How I supposed trust Jhin? or obviously doubt on someone like him?

—You did not answer my question.

—I'm not interested in throwing away the dried paint —I responded, huffing —, now, what did you put in the water?"

Jhin kept his cynicism in that smile plastered on his face.

—One thing.

—What thing? —I ask again, more angry.

—A wonderful thing.

—Why the fuck are you playing this shit now? —I ask, my frown clashing against his playful gaze

—Why don't you ask the color?

I sighed heavily, setting the water down on the table.

—What color?

—White. —he responded to me.

My hand tightened on the glass.

—And…? —He asked, playfully.

Roughly, I threw the water on the floor. I sighed heavily, wishing I could throw away the dried paint again. Even if he had already thrown it away.

—What texture? —I questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

—Dusty.

His smile spread, almost looking like a jester.

—Seriously, you are an idiot.

I had to go out to get more water, and as I progressed, more dried paint crossed the wooden box, escaping from the lock and through small poorly carved edges of the wood, denoting on the carpenter's poor work.

Apparently, the paint cans want to get out of the drawer.

-

It was obvious that, far from what he expected, the glass of water still looked strange. I thought it was just me, so I just gasped, before knocking on the door three times.

—Sweetheart? I can pass?

I tried not to sound so sweet, but damn, it was complicated. It was extremely difficult not to be nice to someone like her; someone so sweet, so beautiful, so….

—Yeah.

Her voice sounded so soft, like the breath of a panting cat.

I grabbed the doorknob, before gently turning it to open the door. The mechanism inside the knob let me through, and I was able to open the door.

I Maneuver to enter. Seeing her, I only allowed myself to smile. As if the heaviness under my eyes finally disappeared, and energy returned to my hunched body.

—How are you, sweetheart? Did you like the painting I did for you?

I arrange the tray on the nightstand, the double bed squeaking softly as she sits on the mattress; her back nestled between large pillows and stuffed animals.

—It's… cute. —She responds, before arranging her wrists against the pillow she placed on her lap.

She was wearing a white dress, which covered her shoulders and reached her knees. The soft fabric rested against her delicate skin, and I could tell that, in her eyes that she was about to fall asleep.

—I'm glad you liked it—My smile spread, before leaving the tray on the pillow located in her lap.

She didn't respond, just staring at the plate of food. I hear her stomach make a sound, almost in protest.

—Do you want me to let go of the rope? —I asked, before moving my hands away from her.

—Yes. —she replied, her tone vaguely her own.

I couldn't stop thinking about how pretty she was in my eyes; Her eyes, tired and longing for sleep, only awakened that desire to take her in my arms, snuggle her against me and sleep next to her for countless days.

—Now I will release the ties, let me know if I hurt you too much, okay?

She nodded, her vacant gaze meeting my eyes. Just touching her arm made me feel that same nervousness that I had that day, that day when all this started, and what marked the beginning of our path together.

When I released the rope, I noticed the purple color that was present on her skin; Imagining the pain in her wrist, I just wanted to heal her, but now she needed to eat.

—Is Jhin still outside? —She asked me.

As I finished releasing her other arm, I just looked at her again.

—H-He just came to look for some materials for the temple… nothing special. —I responded, babbling for no reason.

—Oh, well… —She responds, before placing her hands on the pillow.

She sighs, as if her body is seeking a relaxation of the ropes.

While the spoon settled in her fingers, she looked at the steam emanating from the bowl. She was silent for a few seconds, and as she sat me next to her, I could feel uneasy.

—Lately I've seen you very… sick, so today you have soup and tomorrow I'll serve you your favorite food, do you agree? —I offer, tilting my head a little so she can see me.

At this, she simply nodded.

—How are my parents? —She asks me.

I blink a couple of times before I remember it.

They sobbed a lot that day; Her mother came to the temple threatening that she would kill anyone who refused to tell her where her little girl was.

Although her husband stopped her, she treated everyone in the temple badly, in her desperate look there were only hints of hatred and hope, hope of knowing that she was going to find her little girl safe and sound.

It was obvious that, when she approached me, I would think that she was going to treat me badly, or even try to strangle me.

But, that did not happen; She barely approached me, she just took my hand.

“Oh, you're Hwei, right?” she began “My daughter always spoke well of you to me, she said you were one of the few she called a friend these months.”

And she…she hugged me.

She collapsed into my arms, as if she were seeking comfort—or if she wanted to share her grief with me—to which I only responded by returning the hug.

“She always said that she felt that you understood her, and she greatly admired the paintings you made,” she sobbed, tears staining my shoulder and my clothes, “she loved you so much…, she even said that she considered inviting you to come to our house to paint together…”

A weight added to my heart, suppressing all that lack of emotion that I put up as a façade, and I felt like I was going to collapse too.

I never felt so foolishly humiliated as that day, and for my part, I only cried with her, but for different reasons…

—They… aren't feeling very well, but they told me a lot of things when they entered the temple… —I sighed, as if I hadn't come back to myself.

But a hand against mine stopped me from continuing to think, a hand that could have brought me back to this earthly plane.

—Hwei… What was in the water? —She asked, panting rapidly.

I almost immediately looked at her again, and noticed that she had taken the tray out of her lap, and was now on her knees, on the bed, exchanging glances with me.

— (Name), darling… —I whispered, taking her face in my hands.

I felt my heart pound against my chest, and the weight of my chest grew stronger.

—Forgive me, my love, forgive me… —I begged, pressing my face against his, —.., what hurts you? Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy? Can you see well?"

I couldn't even continue asking, why she took my hands, before roughly pushing me against the wood that separated the bed from the wall.

—I feel different. —She mentioned, before resting her forehead against mine.

—D-don't worry, just lie down and I'll take care of…

And her lips pressed against mine. Her kiss drowned me, and even more so when her hands met my wrists, pushing roughly against the wood.

I stammered uselessly at this, but she only responded by tightening her grip on my wrists.

At one point I just left myself, the taste of her lips and the domination and power that she had over me only caused my heart to move wildly in my chest, and generated heat in my body.

—No, stop… I-I can't do this when you're this bad… —I complained, trying to fight her.

But she never let herself to being weak, deepening her kiss in such a way that I could only accept it, that I couldn't fight someone who could manipulate my mind in such a way that my body weakened, and that I couldn't allow myself to fight her.

I REALLY LIKED HOW THIS ONE LOOKED OUT.

IT TOOK A LONG BUT HERE IT IS. AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

ALSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,

If this thing get like 100 notes, I do the part 3 but with the NSFW ;)