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plethora-of-imagines · 3 years ago

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Burning Bright

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Word Count: 2436

Warnings: smut/lemon, wax play, sensation play

Description: DW Kinktober Day 2; Prompt: Sensation play The Master and you try out wax play for the first time.

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings @how-masterful @truthbehindthemysteries

You couldn’t help but twitch and squirm in anticipation from your spot on the bed. Laying naked and waiting patiently was hardly a talent you possessed. The Master could attest to that with the number of times he had to tie you up to get through a punishment without squirming enough to risk a badly placed hit. Your nerves about the matter were not helping you to calm down either. The Master’s hands gently rubbed lotion into your skin, soothing you even if you didn’t see the connection between his actions and getting prepared for your dip into wax play.

He didn’t miss an inch of skin, showing equal attention to your breasts and your stomach. His affectionate and lavish attention allowed you to slowly reign in your nervous anticipation.

“Why the lotion Master?” You curiously questioned now that your mind wasn’t spiraling into a panic about what was to come.

“The lotion will help to get the cooled wax off with ease, making aftercare less stressful for the both of us. It also has the added benefit of being a precautionary measure in case you don’t like the sensation.”

Nerves returning at the mention of possibly not liking the feeling of hot wax on your body you uncomfortably shifted. Ever the attentive lover the Master noticed. His soft brown eyes gleaming with concern.

“My dear,” he hesitantly broached the subject, "perhaps we should try this again on a different day. You’re working yourself up to the point I fear you may be sick with worry.”

“No!” You almost yelled. “No, I really do want to try this. I always get like this with new kinks Master.”

You were shy in admitting this. He had never seen you like this before all full of nervous energy at the prospect of trying a new kink.

“I already knew I was into all of the other things we typically do... So this is something outside of my comfort zone, but I really do think I’ll like it.”

“Alright,” he conceded. “But you simply must calm yourself down, my dear! If you cannot relax enough to dismiss my concerns for your headspace I will stop this before it has even started.”

Finished with their task of rubbing the lotion fully into your skin the Master’s hands guided you to lay back down. Propped up by smooth silk pillows, the angle that you were laying at was chosen to ensure the wax would drip down your body and not all pool in one area.

Once you were settled down the Master lit the first candle. The dark black candle was held in place by a small ring stand, clearly stolen from his own lab for convenience. Beneath the candle was a small golden dish that you had seen on the Master’s desk. Normally it had been used to collect wax for sealing letters closed, so it was a perfect fit as an addition to your foray into wax play.

As the Master busied himself preparing the candle and ensuring it was safely burning your mind drifted off. Thinking back on what had inspired the two of you to try this new kink out. It had been an art exhibition with live models where you had watched an alien be made into an art piece with droplets of wax. The elite of high alien society often watched odd demonstrations of all sorts of things. Both you and the Master found yourselves more appreciative of the art exhibitions than the other types. The science ones were normally child’s play for the Master and the torture ones were too graphic for your tastes.

The soft moans that the model had made as they were covered in wax and the image they made had captivated you. Your eyes unable to pull themselves away from the sight of wax slowly dripping down and then off their body onto the floor. The Master had only had eyes for your reaction. He had been the one to suggest trying it yourselves. After he extensively researched into how to make it safe for you, of course. You had eagerly agreed, the high of emotions from having seen it for the first time making any hesitations you normally would have had disappear. Now, with the moment so close to happening the nerves had appeared.

Your reminiscing was interrupted by the Master sitting down on the bed with you. You watched as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. Exposing his forearms to you. The perfect image of a man in control of the situation. As always you loved to watch him undress even the slightest bit. Time Lord modesty your personal enemy.

Shocking you the Master lifted the candle above his own skin, letting several drops fall onto the underside of his arm. Heart swelling with a warmth at how seriously he took your safety.

“Your arm, my dear?”

Less of a request and more of a demand, you quickly gave your arm over to him. Palm facing up, he pressed a kiss to your lifeline as the hand not holding onto the burning candle cradled yours. His head slowly lifting, looking deep into your eyes.

“You will let me know if the test drops are too hot.”

His voice was firm, strict even as he told you what you would do.

“Yes, Master. I will tell you if they are too much.”

He always wanted you to demonstrate that you understood what he said. If you didn’t fully respond, the scene would stop for a check-in. You didn’t want to give yourself a chance to back out now.

Time slowed down as you watched the first drop of wax slowly drip onto your skin. The heat was a lot to process, but it quickly subsided. Goosebumps covered your skin as you shivered in pleasure. Now you were eager to feel the sensation on the rest of your skin.

“Is this alright, my dear?” You nodded with no further prompting needed. “A verbal response, my dear.”

Oh right, you had literally just been thinking about the need for that. As you found your voice the Master placed the dripping candle back into its makeshift holder.

“Yes, Master. That was wonderful, please continue.”

“Remember to stay as still as you can, we wouldn’t want to end this pleasant moment of candlelight intimacy with misplaced wax.”

The small crucible of wax was held above your skin, tipped ever so slowly so as to give you time to anticipate the sensation the wax meeting your skin would have. Gasping as your back instinctively arched with the heat of the wax. The burning sensation rapidly changed to shivers of pleasure as the wax rapidly cooled on your skin. Looking down you saw the river of black wax covering the skin between your breasts reaching down to your stomach and stopping before your belly button. Your arching back having made the wax creep towards your breasts in bursts like fireworks.

“More please Master,” you begged.

“Patience is a virtue, my dear. One you will have to learn if we continue to enjoy wax play, it does take time for the wax to melt.”

Chastised you didn’t dare utter another word, waiting in eager anticipation for the next pour of wax. The next pours were smaller amounts, focused on covering the skin of your breasts. The wax covering your breast was thinner than the first pour had been, more care being taken to ensure that the sensitive skin of your breasts was not burned. It left you with a patch of exposed skin on the underside of your breasts, where the wax hadn’t traveled to fully.

His canvas now almost fully covered in black wax, the Master started to burn the gold candle. He had asked you to pick the colors to be used on your body as soon as he had finished researching what candles could be used. He had been as eager to try this as you were. The combination of black and gold had seemed perfect to you. Black being the color he wore the most and the gold matching the subtle flecks of gold in his eyes. Not that you had told him the reason for your choices. Even without the symbolism, you had in mind the color combination was a good one.

Without waiting too long for the gold candle wax to start dripping the Master held it above your skin. Letting it start to fall onto the already present wax. Dripping down your body until it cooled as a small drop of wax, ending its journey. Some of the droplets splattered as they hit your body, too small an amount to trail down your body. Leaving small circular marks dotting your wax-covered skin like freckles. You felt like a work of art.

You giggled as the Master picked up a glass stir rod. Was he just raiding his lab for things to use?

“What’s the glass stir rod for Master?” You teased.

He fixed you with a playful glare as he responded, “I thought that some more control over where the wax dropped would help with the masterpiece we were making of your body, but if you’d rather I freehand the drops to make sure they trail down your body to cover your very sensitive nipples...”

“Uh nope, no the stir rod is fine!” You squealed. You did not think you were ready for the feeling of hot wax poured directly on your nipples.

Carefully the Master continued to drip wax onto you, making the cooling drips of wax aesthetically pleasing. You loved it, you felt stunning. All of the Master's attention to detail hyper-focused on you and you alone. Your pleasure, your beauty, your comfort, only you.

One last drop of wax trailed down your body like a shooting star across the galaxy. Reaching your stomach before it cooled, it was the largest droplet yet. With no warning, the Master pressed his signature ring into the hot wax on your body. Holding it in place until it cooled. Moaning wildly at the action, you felt so owned being marked, branded as the Master’s.

You kept staring at the sign of his ownership over you. Not noticing that he had put the candles away until he was lifting you into his lap. Just holding you close as the wax fully cooled and hardened.

“I feel like you’ve made me into a masterpiece, a work of art to be admired by all.”

“You’ve always been a sight that inspired awe, my dear. Forgive me, however, if I selfishly hide you away from all others."

Reverently your fingertips brushed over the indentation the Master's signature ring had made in the gold wax, feather-light almost afraid to ruin it.

"I belong to you Master."

"For as long as you want to, my dear."

You basked in the Master's affection, his hands exploring the still uncovered skin. All too soon you could feel the Master start to chip away at the cooled wax covering your body. A blunt-edged business card covered in a laminate-like material seemed to be his tool of choice. One of his previous aliases was the name stamped on the card. Unexpectedly, to you, the sensation of the wax being removed was pleasurable. In a very different way than it being poured or dripped onto you was. Removing it reminded you of peeling off old paint in long strips. Just, oddly satisfying. You couldn't think of another way to describe it.

"You like this part a lot, don't you Master? The soothing, repetitive motion is meditative for you."

"Your reactions to all of the sensations you experienced were all entrancing. The sight of your body coming alive as the wax hit it, exquisite. But this moment, here with you in the quiet, held close in my arms. Yes, this is my favorite moment."

The last of the wax flicked off of your body with a flourish freed you to nestle face-first into the Master's soft silk dress shirt.

"Charmer," you muttered, hiding your face in his chest.

Stroking your hair, the Master began to gently start interrogating you.

“Would you want to give this another try, my dear? Was it what you hoped it would be?”

Humming you tried to think of how to verbalize your feelings.

“I liked it, a lot. Over time I could feel the wax less, just due to the thickness of the layers already on me. Maybe next time we take that into account?”

Kissing the crown of your head the Master considered your words, “a simple enough request, my dear.”

You hesitated to bring up your next ideas, but it couldn’t hurt to ask. He could always just say no.

“Next time could we, maybe add some impact play, or use some ice as well?”

“We can certainly try and incorporate a spanking, my dear. A tried and true experience that we both enjoy thoroughly. As for the addition of ice, I hope you won’t mind my hesitation to include that in our play. At least in conjunction with wax,” he paused to shift you into a more comfortable position in his lap as he reached for something on the floor. “I don’t want to risk any shock to your nerves from the extreme temperature change.”

A warm and wet washcloth was being carefully rubbed over your still flushed skin. Eyes fluttering closed at the comfortable repetitive passed he was making up and down your skin. Twitching just a bit as he brushed over your nipples. They were very sensitive compared to the rest of your skin.

“Fair enough, Master,” you gave your delayed reply to his concerns. “Thank you.”

He chuckled before inquiring, “whatever could you be thanking me for, my darling?”

“Taking care of me like this.”

Something smooth and silky was maneuvered onto your body. Eyes opening just enough for a quick peek, it appeared to be some sort of silk slip. Mhm, it felt heavenly against your skin.

“My dear, there is no need to thank me for what is a privilege and pleasure to do.”

His hand slipped underneath the short hem of the dress he had put you in. Lifting you by your thighs and shifting you to lay next to him as he moved to lay down fully on the bed. Fixated on the feeling of the cold metal of his ring against your skin you let yourself drift back into a blissful afterglow. This was definitely worth enduring through the nerves, you couldn’t wait to do it again.

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years ago

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Part of Your World - Chapter 2

Ben!Prince Eric x Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Prince Ben is trying to escape an arranged marriage. A young mermaid wants to escape the sea. Their paths cross and they may just be what the other is looking for.

Word Count: 4.6k

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A/N: Y’all I’m sorry this chapter took so long. See this post for everything that’s been going on in my life

Warning(s): Mild descriptions of violence

Moodboard

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 here we go!!!

“What was that?” Ben wondered, sitting up a little straighter.

“Not sure,” Ari replied, releasing Kay and getting to her feet.

Ben followed suit and they walked over to the ledge together. Neither of them noticed the mermaid pressing herself up against the side of the ship, holding her breath and praying they didn’t look down.

Behati emerged from her quarters and walked out to join the crew. She had one hand behind her back.

“Eric,” she said.

Ben turned to face her.

“If that really is your name,” she said.

The color drained from his face. “What are you talking about?”

“I found this among your things,” she replied, and brought her hand forward. She held up his ring. “The crest of the royal family is on it.”

While Ben had not worn any jewelry during his escape, he had packed his ring just in case he needed it. It was an heirloom worn by every prince in his father’s line. It was silver, with mermaids on the side, holding up the crest in the middle. There were diamond chips on the four corners of the crest, and the mermaids had tiny emeralds for eyes.

“You had no right to go through my things!” he argued.

“You are a guest on my ship!” she shot back. “I had every right. Who are you? The prince? A lord? Who?”

“There are other things to worry -”

“Whoever is on that ship can wait until morning when we can see,” she snapped. “Tell. Me. Who. You. Are. Now!”

Ben shrunk away, his back hitting the ledge.

“Okay,” he conceded. “You guessed right. I’m the prince.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “So. Benjamin is your name.”

From below, your heart gave a flutter. Prince Benjamin. What a handsome name!

“Ben’s fine,” he said nervously.

“Well, Ben, we’re taking you home,” she said firmly. “I won’t be followed and charged with kidnapping the prince.”

“No, please!” Ben cried. “I can’t go home yet!”

“Why?” she demanded.

He hesitated, looking away for a moment. He locked eyes with Ari, who placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“She can’t understand if you don’t explain,” she said. “And she can’t trust you unless you trust her.”

He looked back at Behati.

“My father is forcing me to get married,” he admitted.

You stiffened at that word. Married?! That wasn’t good news for you.

“He keeps bringing all these princesses and high born ladies to visit, hoping I’ll fall for one of them,” he went on. “But they’re all...dreadful. And he’s sort of run out of options now.”

Behati softened. She approached him slowly, took his hand, and pressed the ring into his palm. Then she curled his fingers around it.

“Was being honest really so hard?” she teased. Then she became serious. “Ben, I understand wanting to escape. Probably better than most people. I hope you’re not under the impression that I lack empathy or compassion.”

“It’s just...I don’t know you very well yet,” he chuckled.

“Know this,” she said. “I don’t turn my back on people in need. Being forced into a marriage...that’s terrible. Even princes have their share of trouble, eh?”

It was such a dramatic shift in her, it was throwing Ben off balance. Behati had become suddenly very soft. Even stranger, he liked knowing that she had it in her.

“They do,” he agreed.

“You may remain on my ship for as long as you need,” she said. “Or as long as you’re useful.”

She winked and released his hand. She stood in the center of the deck and looked up at the starry sky. Ben looked as well as he slipped his ring back on. He had never seen so many stars.

“It’s a beautiful night,” the captain said. “There should be music.”

The crew cheered. Ari went to grab her fiddle. Ben shrugged and decided to join the merriment. You pulled yourself forward again to watch.

You watched them all night, fearful that leaving now meant your last chance to see humans up close would pass. Behati, Ben, and the others played music, danced, drank, told stories, and laughed. It seemed that with honesty, came the beginnings of friendship. It almost made you sick with envy. And yet, you could not pull yourself away.

They carried on all night. The golden hush of the morning came over the water, and the sun began to peek over the horizon. Ben had fallen asleep against the mast, and much of the crew was now lazily plucking at instruments or dozing softly. Behati was still awake. She retrieved a spyglass from a strap on her hip and she looked over at the ship that was approaching from the night. It was time to find out who they were.

She knew almost all the other pirate captains. They had an agreement. Since Behati’s interest was not in riches, they left her alone. In return, she left them alone, but with one condition - they could not trade people. Any pirates she caught dealing in the slave trade would be challenged. And she had never lost a battle.

Ben stirred awake. He looked up and saw Behati checking things out. Relief came over him. He had enjoyed himself during the night, but the concern about the other ship was still eating at him. He scrambled to his feet and walked over to stand beside her.

“Who are they?” he asked. “Do you know?”

Her mouth was turned into a deep frown. She lowered the spyglass, looking ready to spit a bullet. Ben had never seen such anger.

“Slavers,” she said slowly.

“How do you know?” he wondered.

“The insignia,” she told him.

She held out her arm and pulled up her sleeve. He stepped back, horrified. The skin was deformed by a deep scar - a brand.

“Are they other pirates?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “These are the professionals.”

“That’s not right,” he said. “My father outlawed slavery years ago.”

“If you think slavery ended because your father signed a piece of parchment, you are a fool, little prince,” she retorted. “He may have signed the law, but he hasn’t enforced it. The navy is too busy fetching princesses to patrol the waters apparently.”

Ben swallowed as he watched the ship coming closer.

“You know how to use that sword you carry?” Behati asked.

“I’ve been trained,” he told her. “But I’ve never had to use it...y’know...in earnest.”

“Well, brace yourself,” she warned. “We’re commandeering their ship.”

She turned to face the crew. She put her index finger and pinky in her mouth and whistled. Ben flinched at the sharp, high pitched ring, but the rest of the crew perked up.

“Wake up, ladies!” she shouted. “It’s liberation time!”

Everyone immediately got to work. The anchor was hoisted and the sails were opened. You clung to the rope you’d used to climb the ship in the first place and held on as the ship began to move. You were scared, for sure, but mostly you were excited. You just hoped it wasn’t too dangerous.

After what felt like years, the ships were stopped astride each other. You were still firmly on Behati’s, but within a few yards of being sandwiched between them.

Ben looked between Behati’s hard expression and the smirk of the captain on the opposite ship. He was an older man - probably around the king’s age - but with a leathery complexion and an ugly sneer. His hair was gray and frayed at the ends. He had a look in his eye that struck Ben as evil.

“Captain Behati, I gather,” the man said. “I’d say your reputation precedes you, but you’re much more beautiful in person.”

“Shove it,” Behati returned harshly. “Surrender your ship, and I won’t hurt you.”

“‘Fraid I can’t do that, love,” the man replied. “I’ve got cargo to deliver.”

“People aren’t cargo, slaver,” she snapped.

“Now, we can be respectful, can’t we?” he said. “My name is Captain Reginald, and I -”

Behati interrupted him with a swift drawing of her sword. “I don’t care what your name is. Release your prisoners or I will feed you to the sharks.”

“Not before I introduce you to a friend of mine,” he replied. “Say hello to Davy Jones for me!”

Reginald went for the pistol on his hip. Ben saw that the old captain’s finger went right to the trigger. He whipped it out with surprising speed for his age and immediately squeezed it. Ben dove in front of Behati, and felt the flesh on his right shoulder explode before tumbling over the side of the ship and into the darkness of the sea.

“BEEEEEEEEEN!”

Behati’s cry was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

The sounds of a battle erupted above you. You watched in horror as Ben’s body fell right past you and hit the water with a sickening splash. Without hesitation, you dove in after him. As soon as you hit the water, you saw a small, shiny object glint above him. It was the ring.

You snatched it from out in front of you and slipped it on your finger. Then you swam hard after Ben’s sinking form. With the help of your fins, you reached him quickly, wrapping your arms around his chest, and pulling with all your might. Your muscles ached from the weight of him and the resistance of the water, but you pushed vigorously back toward the surface. You just hoped it wasn’t too late.

When you broke through, Ben began to cough, to your great relief. At least he was alive. Water sprayed from his mouth and he struggled to inhale, but he was alive. His eyes barely opened and he looked at you.

“Thank you,” he said blearily.

“Come on,” you replied. “We have to get you back on board.”

He mumbled something more that you didn’t understand. The sounds of what was going on up on the ships unnerved you. Swords clanged as they clashed. Explosions rang out - just like the ones that had sent Ben overboard. It was not a sound you were familiar with and it made your stomach flip. People cried out with anger and pain. Others hit the deck with a wound. Would putting Ben back on the ship be safe?

You looked up and saw that the commotion was coming from the other ship, not Behati’s. But if you climbed straight up, you would be seen. So, resituating Ben in your arms, you swam toward the bow to go around Behati’s hip and get him up from the other side.

You started out and Ben let out a soft groan with the movement.

“I’m sorry, Ben,” you told him desperately. “Hold on just a little longer!”

He muttered some more under his breath. His eyes fluttered as he glanced over to look at you, but he couldn’t keep them open.

Your body was screaming with the effort of pulling him along. Ben was larger than you, and muscular, not to mention all the clothes he had on were weighing him down even more. You were only halfway there and already exhausted. You pressed on. You couldn’t let him die.

Panting, you reached the other side. Thankfully, there was a net ladder hanging down. You kicked toward it and grabbed a lower rung.

The wake from the rocking of the ships made emerging from the water more difficult. Especially since your primary concern was keeping water out of Ben’s mouth. The last thing he needed was to swallow a bunch of sea water - or worse, get it trapped in his lungs.

There was another rope hanging down beside the net ladder. You used that to strap Ben securely to your body. Then you began to climb. It was the most difficult climb of your life. Your arms were on fire with how hard they were working, and it felt like there were miles between you and the top. Grunting, panting, and sweating - which you had never experienced before - you fought your way up.

After hauling him up you dragged yourself - Ben attached - over the railing. You flopped onto the deck on your side and caught your breath. You gulped in the air and released it heavily, before swiftly getting to work to untie the rope. Your skin was red from it rubbed you raw, but you couldn’t focus on the sting. Ben was lying alarmingly still.

You tossed the rope back over the side and then rolled the prince onto his back. You put your ear beside his mouth. Low, rattling breaths were just barely escaping.

“Ben,” you said gently, placing a hand on his chest. “Ben, are you in there?”

His eyes slowly opened once more. They were a beautiful shade of green. You held his gaze in that moment, and everything around you seemed to stop. It was just you and Ben, connecting, meeting for the first time.

Then he squeezed his eyes shut, turned onto his left side, and coughed up more water. When he was done, he winced and grabbed his wounded shoulder before falling onto his back once more.

“Wh...who are you?” he wondered groggily.

“Shhh, don’t talk now,” you replied. “Help is coming.”

Ben’s vision was blurry. Your face moved in and out of focus, but he was certain he had never seen you before. He had never seen anyone that beautiful in his life.

You looked around for anyone who could help, but Behati and her crew were all on the other ship. Although, things had quieted down significantly. A majestic form came flying through the air, and you recognized it as Behati. She landed with a loud thud and she looked up, meeting your eyes.

You gasped and threw yourself overboard, hoping she would chalk up what she saw to her imagination. You sailed through the air and twisted yourself into a diving position so you hit the water smoothly. It felt soothing on your hot, aching body. Before you returned to the depths, you poked your head out and listened. You heard Behati rousing Ben. Satisfied, you swam down.

Ben was waking up gradually. He hurt all over. He distinctly heard Behati above him, fretting like a mother hen, but still managing to insult him.

“You idiot, Benjamin!” she scolded. “Getting yourself shot to protect me?! For what? Some chivalrous glory?! I could -”

“Behati, please,” he groaned. “I did it because you’re my friend.”

He looked at her and saw watery eyes and almost smirked, but he was in too much pain.

“It hurts,” he winced.

“Take him to my quarters,” she said.

Ari put his injured arm around her shoulders and eased him to his feet. He looked at the captain.

“What about the captives?” he asked her.

She smiled. “All free. I never lose.”

“Where will they go?” he wondered.

“Home, I suppose,” she said. “I gave them the ship.”

“Did you let any of the slavers live?”

“All but the captain,” she replied.

“Tell the ones you freed to take the ship to the capital - to my father,” he said. “There the slavers can answer for their crimes, and we can get the people back to their homeland by royal escort.”

Behati’s smile widened and her eyes shone.

“You really are a prince,” she said.

“As proof of their authority, let them take this,” he began again, reaching for his right hand.

He blinked when he saw there was nothing on it.

“Oh no!” he cried. “My ring is gone!”

Behati frowned. “It must have come off in the water. I’m so sorry, Ben.”

“S’alright,” he returned. “I have a seal in my bag. Will you write up a document, and I can sign it for you?”

“Kay, write the necessary letters,” Behati said. “Ari, you and I will tend to that wound.”

She put his free arm over her shoulders and together, the women carried him into the captain’s quarters. They lay him upon her desk. Then Behati retrieved some rum from the shelf on the wall. She handed it to Ben.

“You might want this while we stitch you up,” she said.

He sat up and took a swig, making a sour face as it burned its way down his throat. She laughed.

“What’s the matter?” she teased. “Nothing that strong in the palace?”

“No,” he wheezed. “We usually just have wine.”

She and Ari exchanged a look and laughed.

“Keep drinking, little prince,” Behati instructed. “We’ll have you patched up in no time.”

“Bottom’s up,” he replied, and drank again.

***

You rocketed away from the scene as fast as you could swim. When you were safe within the depths, you stopped to catch your breath again. You needed to take in everything that just happened. You snuck to the surface, watched humans for an entire night, just barely saved the prince's life, and now you were on your way home after being gone for hours. Oh, no. You were definitely in trouble again.

Well, you had to face the music. You weren’t going to put it off this time. Plus, the sooner your father finished yelling at you, the sooner you could get some sleep. Your eyelids already felt heavy.

As you made your way home, you kept thinking about Ben and that moment you had locked eyes on the ship. Something electric had sparked between you. There was something there that you could barely explain, and yet you felt it. It wasn’t just that he was handsome, there was more to him than that. You wanted nothing more than to see him again, and know all there was to him.

You slowly swam to the throne room, once again peeking inside to see the kind of mood your father was in. He was swimming back and forth in front of his throne, hand on his chin, eyes on the floor. He was worried.

“Father?”

He whipped around, took in the sight of you, and flew over to gather you up in his arms.

“Y/N!” he cried. “Where in the seven seas have you been, child?! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

He pulled away and looked you up and down. His mouth turned down into a frown when he spotted the angry red marks on your skin from the rope of the ship. They had calmed a lot, but not enough.

“Y/N, what’s this?” he asked. “What have you gotten yourself into?”

“Before I explain, promise me you won’t get mad,” you began.

“I will make no such promise!”

You sighed. It was worth a shot.

“Father, I…” you trailed off. Now was the time to be honest or lie your fins off. “I was exploring another shipwreck.”

Better to lie for now. If he found out what you had done in its entirety, he might kill you.

“Y/N!” he shouted. “We’ve discussed this! You’ve got to let go of your silly dreams of humanity! It’s childish, it’s dangerous, and deliberate disobedience of the law! I think you’re trying to give me a heart attack at this point!”

“I just have an interest!” you shot back, throwing your hands up. “What’s so wrong with that?!”

Your father snatched your wrist out of the water and drew it closer to him. You gulped. You’d forgotten Ben’s ring was on your finger.

“What...is this?” you father demanded.

“Something I found in the shipwreck,” you told him. “Just a trinket.”

He examined your form once again. “You’re lying to me. This ring has no signs of age on it. Those rope burns were not from loose rope. Where have you been?!”

You wrenched your arm free and cradled the ring to your chest. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I was at the surface,” you said defensively. “And I’m glad I was there. I saved a young man who might have drowned if I -”

“DON’T!” Triton bellowed. “THIS TIME YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR!”

You shrank back, frightened.

“Father, h-he might have died!” you argued.

“And GOOD RIDDANCE!” he shouted. “What need do we have for one more lousy human, huh?! Do you really think yourself a hero for saving that animal’s life?!”

“He’s not an animal, he’s a prince!” you returned.

“I’ve tried to be understanding, I’ve tried to be patient with you, Y/N, but nothing works!” he cried, exasperated. “But so help me, I am going to get through to you!”

“What are you going to do, ground me?” you challenged. “Well, I’m a grown woman!”

“Fine, if you want to be grown and independent of me, then so be it,” he snapped. “Guards!”

Two young mermen swam in from the corridor.

“Arrest the princess,” Triton said. “Take her to the outpost.”

You gasped. “Father, no!”

The outpost was an open area far away from the palace. Prisoners were chained by the fin to a solitary post hammered into the ocean floor. It was isolating and terrifying.

“You broke the law, Y/N,” your father said. “And you will face the consequences. Anyone who makes contact with humans gets twenty four hours at the outpost.”

The guards each took one of your wrists and clapped irons around them. You could see the conflict in their eyes as they did so. To arrest a member of the royal family was something unheard of. But your father’s point was to make an impression. And he did.

You shot him one last pleading look, but he turned away. The guards led you out of the throne room, out of the palace, and through the town. The other merpeople watched in shock as the princess was escorted out of her own kingdom. You saw Lorelai as you passed her place and looked away, hot tears forming in your eyes.

You didn’t fight when the guards put a chain on the end of your tail, where it met your fins, and then attached it to the post. One looked on with sympathy.

“We’re sorry about this, princess,” he said. “But if you’d just obey your father, this wouldn’t happen. He’s only trying to keep you safe.”

“Just go,” you said moodily. You had no desire to comfort him about what he was doing, or validate your father in any way.

With a sigh, they left you there. You allowed yourself to break down after that. You were tired, emotional, and just wanted to relax. And now, you were being punished for what you considered as doing the right thing. You gazed at the ring and recalled again Ben’s eyes. As you looked at the chain around your tail, you decided this was worth it. You still did not regret saving his life, and you were more resolved than ever to see him again. As soon as you could.

But for now, you had to close your eyes. Your weariness was catching up with you. So you laid down and slept off everything.

***

“Who saved me?” Ben asked as Behati finished the last stitch on his shoulder. Ari had already left to continue her regular duties.

“What do you mean?” she returned.

“Someone saved me,” he said. “A woman. I didn’t recognize her but she had to be one of yours, right?”

“Ben, every member of my crew was on Reginald’s ship,” she explained. “No one was on board or in the water.”

“That’s impossible,” he insisted. “I remember someone carrying me...sort of dragging me around...and then when we got back on deck, I saw her.”

“What did she look like?” Behati asked.

“I’m not sure, it’s all sort of fuzzy,” he said. “But I know I saw her. She spoke to me and everything.”

Behati took a moment. She saw the mermaid on the ship, caring for Ben and gazing longingly at him. She always knew that mermaids existed, but this was the first one she had ever seen up close. Behati did not want to reveal her in case it meant trouble for the rest of the merpeople.

“I don’t know what happened, Ben, but when we got back, you were already there and safe,” she said. “No one was around.”

Ben frowned. He knew what he remembered. Though he could not recall the full picture of the woman, she had to be real. He could not have survived without her.

“Why is it so important to you?” Behati asked.

“Because something...happened,” he said. “We locked eyes and for a moment, I felt like...never mind, it’s stupid.”

“Ben,” she said assuredly, taking his hand. “It’s not. Tell me.”

“I felt like I’d found the woman of my dreams,” he said.

She almost smiled, but faltered. “I hope she’s out there, then. I really do.”

***

You woke almost an hour later. As you stretched, you felt...watched. Which seemed impossible since there was nowhere for anyone to hide out here. Even so, you couldn’t shake the eeriness.

“Hello?” you called out, feeling stupidly cautious.

“Triton’s daughter,” said a raspy, spine chilling voice. “All chained up on the outpost? How cruel.”

“Who are you?” you demanded.

You sounded braver than you felt. You did not recognize this voice.

“I represent someone who can help you, princess,” the voice continued. “Someone who’s been keeping an eye on your situation.”

“Who?” you pressed.

“Sycoria,” the voice said.

From the foggy depths, it approached and came into view. It was an eel. The large, yellow eyes blinked at you as it came closer.

“The sea witch?” you questioned, though you knew the answer.

“Yes, child,” the eel replied. “She can get you what you want.”

“Why does she care what I want?” you wondered.

“Sycoria has sympathy for all creatures in need,” he explained with an over-kindness that made your skin crawl. “Come with me and see what she can do for you?”

“I can’t go anywhere,” you said. “I’m chained here.”

You pointed to the irons.

“I’ll make quick work of that,” the eel said.

He flicked his tail and the chains evaporated. The bubbles floated away and you watched them go, amazed.

“Now, are you coming?” he asked with a toothy grin.

You looked up, remembering the surface. Then you looked at the ring.

“This may be your only chance to see him again,” the eel said. “Are you willing to let that go out of a little thing like fear?”

You narrowed your eyes.

“I’ll see Sycoria.”

“That’s a girl,” the eel said. “Come with me.”

He swam off. You had to hurry to follow him. A jolt of nerves almost made you stop. But this was your shot at being human, at earning Ben’s love. You would never get another. You forced yourself onward.

You swam behind the eel for nearly an hour. Finally, you reached a cave. It was glowing an ominous violet color. You came to a halt at the mouth.

“Don’t be shy,” the eel said. “Go on in.”

You gulped. If your father knew about this, he would lose his head. But, he didn’t understand you. He would never understand that what you felt with Ben in that split second meant the world to you. You entered the cave.

It was dark at first, but you maintained your pace toward the spooky glow. When you reached the end of the entrance tunnel, it almost took your breath away. It was similar to your collection cove, only much bigger, and filled with more oddities than you could even imagine. Bits and bobs of things you had never seen before.

“Um, hello?” you said nervously.

“Ah, the princess,” said another mysterious voice. It was smokey and alluring.

From around the corner, she entered. The half woman, half octopus sea witch. She was thin and tall, with wild, white hair and vivid purple eyes. Her lips were drawn into a wide smile.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you #BoRhap #borhap boys #borhap boys x reader #borhap boys imagine #borhap boys x you #BoRhap cast #borhap cast x reader #borhap cast imagine #borhap cast x you #part of your world series

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braidedribbon · 5 years ago

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hi! i've noticed that recently you have been posting a lot about several (i think it's more than one) pairings of very pretty men with long black hair (one goth/one angelic) and i was wondering what that was? when i try to google the things in your tags on these posts, the results are mostly in chinese and what's in english i don't really get (what is cultivation?) i'm sorry to be treating you like like a search engine, i'm just curious about the pretty boys and i don't know who else to ask

Hello!

I have indeed been posting about several very pretty pairings. Because I have no self control! *finger guns* But! because I have no self control and I don’t mind being a search engine, I can definitely give you a hand.

The pairings should primarily be from mo doa zu shi and tian guan ci fu; scum villain probably only started showing up a day or two ago. These links are to my tags; the later links will be to good sites for the novels. I don’t have good sites for anything else because I’m a very low-profile p*rate

Before I get too far into anything, the quick and dirty of cultivation is: martial arts + meditation/daoism? = magic powers. These magic powers are then typically put to use fighting evil supernatural powers. As a character’s cultivation improves, their power level increases and they can become immortal or even gods. All of this in the general but vague context of ancient china.

This summary is brought to you after flailing about in an entirely new-to-me cultural backdrop for the past 2ish months. Now, back to the pretty boys.

mo doa zu shi, or The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation or The Founder of Diabolism, follows Wei WuXian (goth) who has been brought back to life and Lan WangJi (angelic) who has no intention of losing his high school crush a second time as they solve mysteries. More of a low to mid fantasy, there is a large focus on the various sects or factions and the diplomatics between them. Originally a chinese web novel, it also has a manhua/manga adaptation, a donghua/anime adaptation and a drama adaptation. The novel, manhua and donghua all go by the above names but the drama goes by The Untamed. It’s on netflix. Very good. Everyone loves the bunnies. Be prepared for feels. Including feels for a corpse.

tian guan ci fu, or Heaven Official’s Blessing, follows Xie Lian (angelic), a disgraced heavenly official who has been wandering the world for 800 years, who ascends to heaven (for the 3rd time) and Hua Cheng (goth), a great ghost king and scourge of the heavens, as they fall in love and tear down the government. Definitely would be high fantasy, the characters are primarily gods or ghosts. As soon as you get over the fact that the becoming a god/ascending to heaven that everyone aspires to essentially means they become a bureaucrat for all of eternity, it makes perfect sense. Actually, it really is more accessible than mdzs in terms of needed background knowledge; it explains itself quite well. Glancing through my tag, there’s a bit more variety to it. Many characters are very fun. The other pairing that shows up rather often is colloquially known as beefleaf; Shi QuanXuan (angelic), a super peppy cinnamon roll, and Ming Yi (goth) who reluctantly cross-dresses* with them. (*does it still count as cross-dressing if no one has a corporeal body anymore and occasionally decide I’m going to be x gender today?) Anyway, this is also originally a chinese web novel. Both are by the same author. There is a recently started manhua adaptation that is very lovely and a donghua adaptation should be starting later this year. SUPER soft. Intense but doesn’t take itself too seriously. Great cast of characters.

Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System is the third, or rather the first, novel by this same author. This one requires a little bit more trope/genre awareness but it’s well done and has good translations so that makes it a nice place to get into the trope if you’re looking for one. This is a transmigration story. The premise of transmigration is (or at least seems to be) that a person dies but, instead of dying, they wake up somewhere else as someone else. The particular brand of transmigration found in scum villain is the waking up as a character of a book that is destined to die. Then the story becomes how the transmigrated person changes the character’s relationships and interactions and what the repercussions of those changes are. Here, Shen QingQiu (angelic) transmigrates to become the teacher of Luo BingHe (goth), the protagonist who just wants to love his teacher but all of his advances end up interpreted as death threats. The other angelic/goth pairing you’re most likely to see here is Shang QingHua/Mo BeiJun but I have not yet gotten far enough to give them a proper comment. From what I understand, there were once plans for all sorts of adaptations but they are all cancelled or on indefinited hiatus. Very campy. Very trope-y. Has never heard of the 4th wall. Very funny.

And should you want to continue down this sort of rabbit hole, some nice places to start are:

Psychic Princess - manhua/donghua; m/f; girl gets married in place of her sister thanks to a loop hole, proceeds to make friends with all the spirits in her new home; historical supernatural

The King’s Avatar - novel/manhua/donghua/drama; I believe there is some endgame m/f in the novel, none as of yet in the donghua, can’t speak to the rest; who doesn’t want to watch the world get beat up by some guy with an umbrella; modern day + online games

The Emperor’s Strategy - novel/donghua; m/m; emperor asks a lord what he wants as a reward for a service rendered, lord replies “you”; half historical half mid fantasy

Everyday the Protagonist Wants to Catch Me - novel; m/m; very similar to scum villain

Let Me Tease You - novel; m/m; not quite as similar to scum villain

Imperial Doctor Belongs to the Princess - novel; f/f; most promising looking f/f I’ve come across but it’s not very translated T^T

Mistress, I was Wrong - novel; f/f; could be interesting but also not very translated

Lone Swan - manhua; m/m; kinda like mdzs except with puppets instead of corpses; very pretty like the tgcf manhua

Thank you for the amusing reminder that virtually every couple here can be asked “so who’s the angel and who’s the goth?” I apologise for getting carried away... hopefully this was still good and you don’t regret coming to me to be a search engine!

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thevoilinauttheory · 5 years ago

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Rules: For many of us, music is a source of inspiration for our characters, so I want to know what songs inspire and/relate to your muse! Choose between 10-15 songs, compile them into an album and tag some friends to share the beat!

As tagged by @lukawarrioroflight so very, very, very long ago. You made me do a bad thing - which was spend at least 3 hours compiling a list of 10 songs for each of the characters I roleplay the most. M’nhea’s will come first - since I haven’t thought too much about songs for him - and all the others (Maximiloix, Danny, and Amosis) will be listed under the cut. These songs aren’t in a specific order~

I’m going to pick up the tags again for once, so I’m tagging: @renofmanyalts, @jasleh, @amdapori, @prodigalsong, @spotofmummery, @journeybetweenworlds, @astralyehga, @houserosaire, @cadrenebula, @ever-searching, @munchix-home-cooking, @egrine

M’nhea Tia:

Silhouettes - Of Monsters and Men

There's nothing that I'd take back But it's hard to say there's nothing I regret Cause when I sing, you shout I breathe out loud You bleed, we crawl like animals But when it's over, I'm still awake

Coming of Age - Foster the People

When my fear pulls me out to sea And the stars are hidden by my pride and my enemies I seem to hurt the people that care the most Just like an animal, I protect my pride When I'm too bruised to fight And even when I'm wrong, I tend to think I'm right

RUNAWAY - half.alive

I hold my life out in front of me, dreams of who I want to be I'm seeing every empty page But I find that everything I am is everything I should be I don't need to run away I don't need to run away Yeah I don't need to run away

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy

Hey young blood Doesn't it feel like our time is running out? I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

Knights of Cydonia - Muse

No one's gonna take me alive The time has come to make things right You and I must fight for our rights You and I must fight to survive

It’s Not My Fault, I’m Happy - Passion Pit

It's not right, it's not right How am I the only one who sees us fight? What are we? Who are they? Who says those bastards don't deserve to pay? Well it's enough, it's just enough 'cause we don't stand a chance So long you stay around, you're just another song and dance It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair Still I'm the only one who seems to care

Hunger - Of Monsters and Men

Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you Voices disappear when you are speaking, in somber tunes I will be the wolf and when you're starving, you'll need it too Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you It isn't you, it isn't

The Best - AWOLNATION

I'm hardly perfect I'm barely good Just shy of greatness Ah-ah I'm heavy metal And hollow wood Just shy of patience Ah-ah

Titanium - David Guetta, ft. Sia

Cut me down, but it's you who'll have further to fall Ghost town and haunted love Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones I'm talking loud, not saying much

I Just Wanna Shine - Fitz & The Tantrums

So I wake up I get out of bed, and stay up Stay out of my head 'Cause it's dangerous And I don't wanna lose my mind, no

Maximiloix:

Warrant - Foster the People

Fear is like a fake friend It warms you up and takes you in You mouth the words but no sound comes out Fear is like your best friend Manipulates and takes you in You mouth the words No sound again

Choke - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Now shut your dirty mouth If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die And that would be just fine What a lovely time That it would surely be So bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep

Punching in a Dream - The Naked and Famous

All the lights go down as I crawl into the spaces Fight, flight, or the screams, life tearing at the seams Wait, I don't ever want to be here Like punching in a dream, breathing life into my nightmare

I Am a Nightmare - Brand New

So come shake your Zen out And give me pure energy My heart is glowing fluorescent, I want you to possess it I’m not a prophecy come true I’ve just been goddamn mean to you So what is this thing laced with Please, don't replace me I surrender, embrace me Whatever I'm faced with

Crystals - Of Monsters and Men

I know I'll wither so peel away the bark 'Cause nothing grows when it is dark In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear I see it all so clear

Crown of Love - Arcade Fire

They say it fades if you let it Love was made to forget it I carved your name across my eyelids You pray for rain, I pray for blindness

Thank God I’m Not You - Himalayas

You could call me narcissistic You could say I'm of no worth You could call me the scorn of Satan But I could be so much worse

To My Enemies - Saint Motel

You know that talk is cheap Keep talkin' as I turn my cheek You know that no one really cares (Did you know that, did you know that?) It wasn't that long ago You wanted to slit my throat To find out if my blood bleeds blue (Did you know that, did you know that?)

An Honest Mistake - The Bravery

Sometimes I forget I'm still awake I fuck up and say these things out loud My old friend... I swear I never meant for this I never meant...

Forgive Me Friend - Smith & Thell

'Cause I fell in the hole, in the hole, in the hole My heart was turning cold, turning cold, turning cold I never wanted this to end, can you forgive me friend?

Danny:

Upside Down & Inside Out - OK Go

I wish I had said the things you thought that I had said Gravity's just a habit that you're really sure you can't break So when you met the new you Were you scared? Were you cold? Were you kind? Yeah when you met the new you Did someone die inside?

Houdini - Foster the People

Got shackles on, my words are tied Fear can make you compromise With the lights turned up, it's hard to hide Sometimes I wanna disappear

Dance Dance Dance - 65daysofstatic

[Instrumental]

Cradles - Sub Urban

Tape my eyes open to force reality (Oh no, no) Why can’t you just let me eat my weight in glee? I live inside my own world of make-believe Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities Some days I feel skinnier than all the other days Sometimes I can't tell if my body belongs to me

Fire - Barnes Courtney

Oh, a thousand faces staring at me Thousand times I've fallen Thousand voices dead at my feet Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

I have seen what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night I can bring your fears to life Show me yours and I'll show you mine Meet me in the woods tonight

Simmer - Hayley Williams

Control There's so many ways to give in Eyes closed Another way to make it to ten Oh, how to draw the line between wrath and mercy? Gotta simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer down

Rawnald Gregory Erickson the Second - STRFKR

All my life There you go Oh please stay Just this once Anyway

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall you were looking out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all I followed you into the hall Cigarette daydream You were only seventeen So sweet with a mean streak Nearly brought me to my knees

In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier

The creature lunged I turned and ran To save a life I didn't have Dear, in the chase There as I flew Forgot all prayers Of joining you

Amosis:

Vy från ett luftslott - Kent

Där missilerna möts De viskar: hålen i himlen ska bli våran död Ovanför molnen Där djävulen bor De viskar: hålen i himlen är från hans klor

Where the missiles meet They whisper: the holes in the heavens will be our death Above the clouds Where the devil lives They whisper: the holes in the heavens are from his claws

Panic Station - Muse

Ooh, 1, 2, 3, 4 fire's in your eyes And this chaos, it defies imagination Ooh, 5, 6, 7 minus 9 lives And I know that you will fight for the duration Ooh, 1, 2, 3, 4 fire's in your eyes And you know I'm not resisting your temptations Ooh, 5, 6, 7 minus 9 lives You've arrived at panic station

Destruction - Joywave

I wanna know who you told 'til they're all laying on the floor Frozen to the core I wanna know who you told 'til it's nobody anymore Nobody anymore

Little Dark Age - MGMT

I grieve in stereo The stereo sounds strange You know that if it hides It doesn't go away If I get out of bed You'll see me standing all alone Horrified On the stage My little dark age

The Wolf - SIAMÉS

I’m out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run but you can’t hide I’m gonna make you mine Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more

It Doesn’t Matter Why - Silversun Pickups

You hear us come and go, we know You wonder if we're not alone, we're alone You think about us all the time, don't Because it doesn't matter why we're known We're just known, we're just known

Sleep Alone - Two Door Cinema Club

He sleeps alone He needs no army where he's headed cause he knows That they're just ghosts And they can't hurt him if he can't see them, ohh And I may go To places I have never been to just to find The deepest desires in my mind

still.feel - half.alive

So when I lose my gravity in this sleepy womb Drifting as I dream, but I'll wake up soon To realize the hand of life is reaching out To rid me of my pride I call allegiance to myself

Iron - Woodkid

This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands I'm frozen to the bones, I am A million miles from home, I'm walking away I can't remind your eyes, your face

Content - Joywave

I'm searching for the difference between What content and content can bring Maybe they're no different 'cause they look the same (They look the same) Maybe I'm just an algorithm with a given name (A given name) But... trying to find the difference The difference, the difference, the difference

#tagged answers #character music #about: M'nhea Tia #about: Maximiloix Voilinaut #about: Danny Harold #about: Amosis #the cold truth: tagged

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mutantsrisingrpg · 5 years ago

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Congratulations BECKY! You’ve been accepted as VENUS.

Becky’s back, back again. Becky’s back, tell a friend! Now that I got that out of the way, I can make this a serious acceptance note. I can honestly say there was not a moment while reading this app that I didn’t think your Hana was it. Hana is obsessed with power and the way you hit on that through her bio had me on the edge of my seat. You created this storm of a girl that I want to know more about even if I know the danger associated with her. Both of us are beyond excited to see the “human embodiment of pikachu with anger issues” on the dash!

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Becky

PRONOUNS: she / her

AGE: 24

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT ( but technically GMT +1 currently bc summer! ); online daily, particularly active atm because ya girl is working from home

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Venus / Hana Mercado

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female; she/her

DETAILS & ANALYSIS:

Even in a city like Miami, Hana is hard to miss in a crowd. Bubblegum bursts, her lazy chew concealing the switchblade sharp smirk that slides across her mouth a little too late for anyone to be able to avoid the trouble that comes from it. She thinks she’s wired up wrong, like a casino gambling machine full of bullets that just keeps dishing out violence while playing its disjointed electric-warped song of congratulations, bright lights flashing wildly.

To your left, a man walking his pet leopard down the sidewalk; to the right, Hana Mercado paralysing a man with the touch of a fingertip for wolf-whistling her. She fits in well here, Florida born and raised, helping the drug lords keep their territories and the mutants keep their identities and everyone and anyone in between keep what’s left of their slowly unravelling sanity. Despite the bustling sea of tourists that ebbs and flows with the good weather, it’s easy to feel lonely. Hana isn’t great when it comes to other people. Pushing them away is a lot less difficult than making them stay.

Everything is loud. Everything is bright. The electricity is near palpable as she splashes through the remnants of a thunderstorm, rainwater spraying over fresh white sneakers. She’s quiet when the sun sets, bleeding red across the sky, the colour of the popsicles she’d eat for dinner as a kid. It’s hard to fear the consequences of her actions when she’s as close to a young god as anyone’s ever going to get. Mutants? Deities? Same difference if you know how to play to the right narrative.

Fuck you has always been easier to spit than a genuinely spoken I love you and that’s the honest-to-fuck truth.

[ + ] driven / brave / resilient / passionate [ - ] arrogant / reckless / unpredictable / childish

BIO:

Money is power. And power is power. And electricity? The sort that decorates the country like a spiderweb, an interwoven network of wires, all humming, all singing to her, the siren’s call of greatness from above ground and beneath it? Power.

Hana is a vicious formation of blood and desire, with the scent of someone burning from the inside inhaled like a nicotine hit. Interrogation comes naturally to her; smiles that should be sweet on a face like hers turn sharp and deadly. She likes to hear them beg. To watch them shake. People spill their secrets to her whether they like it or not.

It’s been that way since she was nineteen years old, static dancing between her fingertips after getting too riled up in an argument with a neighbour’s son over stealing her family’s gas cylinder. An impromptu lightning strike had left the tarmac lining the trailer park sizzling, black and sticky like summertime ( and don’t worry, the Cheeto-dust-decorated-rude-mouthed-slacker-of-a-punk-ass-brat had survived – getting hit by lightning suddenly made him interesting, too, so if anything she’d been doing him a favour ).

A freak accident, they’d called it. Another one of those unexpected Florida storms. But she knew better than that. As had her mom, smoking a fresh pack of Camel Blues from the other side of the door’s insect screen, fresh foils in her hair, acrylic nails the colour of the algae in the neglected community pool down the street. Thinking back, maybe this all stemmed from swallowing too much of that fucking nuclear-waste-looking water when she’d dared to swim there as a kid, hot and sweaty as a storm breaks on the horizon.

But the point – the point is that, to her mom, having the human embodiment of Pikachu as a daughter was as good as winning a jackpot at one of her weekly bingo sessions. She tries to sell it. Power. The ability to pluck electricity from charged particles in the air makes her daughter useful. A living battery. Studies on mutants at University of Miami dish out hefty paychecks after the right terms and conditions have been signed ( note: if you die, that’s on you, don’t try to sue us ). Hana attempts to protest but even she can’t deny that the allure of getting rich sounds like a dream come true.

So she goes to college. Not in the usual sense, sure, but she gets to live on campus ( in a secure underground testing facility beneath the BioMed building ) and hang out with others ( mostly mutants ) her age. And it’s fine for a while until simple fitness tests and blood sampling turn more extreme. Some days are hazy, pumped full of drugs and hooked up to machines that she doesn’t know the name of, let alone the purpose, beeping their own idle hospital-like symphony. Other days are dark and quiet, plunged into sensory deprivation for the sake of whatever it is the boffins in their lab coats are trying to figure out.

She’ll get rich or die trying and, ironically, neither of those things happens.

When the anti-mutant-testing protestors storm the building, they free Hana from both the confinement and the contract. The money she was supposed to get at the end of all this vanishes, along with the pleased looking humans who pat themselves on the back for doing a good deed and disappear to go and celebrate. None of them ask her if this was what she wanted. None of them stop to think that maybe liberation was never an option for her.

Her mom’s gone too. A new trailer stands where Hana’s home once had. The monthly paychecks from the university never reached her bank account, instead wired directly to Mrs Mercado. She laughs until she cries, the air crackling overhead.

After all that, turning to a life of crime is far easier than it has any right to be. Angry and alone, she fucks a guy in a gang in the back of his drop-top and makes herself useful when it comes to getting money out of those who owe it. She runs from the cops. Has a gun pressed to her temple. Watches an illegal weed farm burn at the flick of a lighter. Nothing phases her because she doesn’t let it. Rules stop meaning anything when you realise just what having powers can get you. Making a living from getting spineless people to open up their mouths and offer the gold that is information makes her feel a little less like a failure. Interrogation has a nice ring to it, after all. And once she makes a name for herself, sought after by those who know that secrets are worth a decent stack of bills – well – who is she to turn a job down?

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

YVETTE. It’s more than just the sticky sweet sugar of sisterhood. Hana would fight tooth and nail for Yvette should she say the word; would go to war for her if needed. There are very few people in the world that she cares about more than herself, but her partner ( in crime, in the sport of bringing their enemies down, in a vodka-tasting kiss that she’s managed to take a little too far ) holds the throne to Hana’s adoration. If only Yvette would take another step further into chaos and embrace becoming the seductive sort of danger that people run from.

ANDREAS. He knows how to say the right things, she’ll give him that. Hana wants what is hers. And sure, she may not know what that is exactly but the whispers of power he offers are captivating. After so long of operating alone for anyone with enough money to afford her services, the concept of joining strengths is a tricky one to navigate. She keeps him waiting, keeps him on his toes, avoiding a crystal clear answer for the sake of keeping her cards close to her chest. Better to have multiple options on the table than settling for the first one that comes along.

DEREK. Oh, the joy of knowing she’s the shiny new model; a glossy picture-perfect upgrade; a brand new battery to keep Damien and his clowns energised. The temptation of coaxing out Derek’s anger to watch him slip up and fall further from grace is all too great. She’ll press a cherry red lipstick kiss to the dark shades of the sunglasses he will no doubt need down here in paradise. Her future is bright, can he say the same about his own?

DAMIEN ft. JACKSON. He sends his loyal hound. She can only assume that Jackson is missing a collar because he doesn’t like wearing it in public; his Tiffany heart-shaped dog tag would probably get too warm glinting in the Miami sunshine. Hana knows a mob boss pet when she sees one, sniffing her out amongst the cheap cocktails and plastic palms of a Tiki Bar on Ocean Drive. Who’s a good boy? It’s appealing, the carefully constructed dream Damien offers. Almost a little too good to be true given the circumstances. She knows his gang has chased others out, a fine show of strength and organisation, but how long will it last when he doesn’t even know this city?

EXTRA:

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citialiin · 5 years ago

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ZIGGY ✰ STARDUST

i jacked this from @cardinalrot. thank you dad. tagging: @gothsic ; @blossomingbeelzebug ; @betelguide ; @thatcertainnight ; @prophesyed ; you, specifically, reading this.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME. [ redacted ] * NICKNAME. ziggy GENDER. agender (he/him or they/them) / typically presents as a “man” for simplicity’s sake and also because he doesn’t care enough to think about it for more than 4 seconds HEIGHT. 5′10″ AGE. 26 (earth years) ZODIAC. ??? (he wasn’t born under our stars ... so .......) SPOKEN LANGUAGES. any/all (he doesn’t really know them, though, he uses an internal translator)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR. bright red, seemingly unnatural -- but it’s natural EYE COLOR. left pale blue, right black SKIN TONE. very, very, very pale BODY TYPE. skinny. very skinny/slender/svelte. willowy and tall and bony. good for looking waifish on magazine covers but bad for lifting even vaguely heavy objects. VOICE. posh, nasally, low, the slightest bit condescending. speaks with an english accent despite not being english, let alone human. drawls his vowels and enunciates his letters. his voice is strangely clear and bright when he sings, unlike his somewhat unpleasant speaking tone, and he tends to sing in higher pitches than his speaking voice. DOMINANT HAND. ambidextrous -- but he can only play the guitar left handed POSTURE. very straight and proper, holds his head high and his shoulders square. uncertain if it’s height alone or if he really is looking down upon you. SCARS. small incision in the back of his neck where the translator was placed. barely there and usually covered by a collar or his hair, anyways. TATTOOS. none BIRTHMARKS. a large yellow disc on his forehead, rimmed with a slightly darker yellow/bronze with the slightest hint of a chromatic shift affect due to reflecting/light catching pigment in skin cells. this isn’t unique to him, however, as every member of his race has it. has the tiniest hint of a freckle above his lip, on the left side, and he hates it and wishes he could nuke it off his face. both of these are usually covered, anyways. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). the circular mark, his unusual eyes, his sharp features, his bright hair. everything about him is weird and outlandish and strange, but it helps him maintain a striking, marketable image.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH. far away. HOMETOWN. faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away. SIBLINGS. [ grabs the steering wheel and veers straight into worldbuilding headcanon territory ] the society he comes from is no longer sexually dimorphic and typically doesn’t reproduce the natural way. having evolved far beyond such icky things, they use genetic samples from large swaths of the population to make consistent batches of new individuals -- the genetic samples are screened for defects and aberrations and sort of tossed together into a genome salad, and out comes however many individuals they need to fill in gaps in the population. there’s a lot of consistency in his species due to this: everyone has reddish hair, everyone has heterochromia, everyone is about the same height, etc. so technically, he’s related to everyone in his “batch.” PARENTS. he wouldn’t ever know -- a lot of people, probably

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION. rockstar -- cultural icon -- celebrity -- musician -- singer -- model -- jerk CURRENT RESIDENCE. london, LA, NYC, but he’s constantly moving and tours quite often CLOSE FRIENDS. few and far in between -- he’s friends with his drummer who is named priscilla but usually goes by the stage name WEIRD, as well as siddharth, his bassist, who goes by sid in his personal life but GILLY on stage. they were the first two humans to encounter him and taught him everything he knows, from how to tie his shoes (aliens wear boots, and you should know this) to the C major scale -- because they are among the few humans who know his secret, he views them as his closest and dearest friends. his stardom isolates him from them, just a little -- he likes the spotlight but they don’t mind just being “the drummer” and “the bassist.” they don’t quite have the star power that he does. his manager -- tama ahinariki, some guy from new zealand who seemed to bumble his way into becoming in charge of one of the most successful musicians of the decade -- also knows he’s an alien, but they tend to be more business partners than close friends. tama is more interested in the money side of things whereas priscilla and sid are only interested in the music. ziggy has stock in the music, money, and his personal brand.

via rp, he’s made some friends with other characters! a few. very few. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single -- he intends to stay that way. he gets all the action he could ever need from his legion of devoted fans and groupies. even in situations where he’s romantically involved and emotionally invested, he would never consider himself exclusive or monogamous. a lot of tabloids make rumors that he’s involved with cardinal copia, fellow rock icon, but he tends to be sneaky at hiding any time they spent together. it’s hard to keep things private when you’re both massively popular public figures, though. he goes out of his way to be sure no one knows about his predilection for spending time with thomas, because the last thing an awkward alien in disguise needs is a lot of public attention because people think you’re dating a celebrity (who they don’t know is also an alien). he hangs around annie a lot, too, but this is extra extra under wraps, because annie has a stalker named jonathan who may or may not go apeshit and try to tear his head off or something if he finds out. FINANCIAL STATUS. filthy rich. should be guillotined. DRIVER’S LICENSE. doesn’t have one. he has some paperwork, somewhere, with a “real” name and all that, but he has no idea where it is and lets his manager deal with that stuff. CRIMINAL RECORD. none ! clean slate. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do illegal things, though. he just doesn’t get caught. VICES. smoking, drinking, la cocaina, sex, impulsive spendng, rockstar stuff.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | top | bottom | verse. this doesn’t really come up in rp because i dont write nsfw. the way i view it is that he’s lazy and would rather you take care of him than the other way around LIBIDO. pretty high, but it’s difficult for him to have as much sex as he might prefer because, uh, he has, uh, alien..............parts...........and stuff ..... like ....... some parts down there look different ....... so he’s stuck having sex with usually in the dark, under sheets, and he has to zip his pants up really quick afterwards. maybe it’s a little bit hilarious and i just think it’s funny idk LOVE LANGUAGE. selflessness (which is big, for him, king of all douchebags and lord selfish dickhead the third), rambling to you about his day, physical affection, gifts, letting you see him without make up, opening up to you about his life before earth. he might play you music, sing to you or write you songs if he’s feeling particularly sappy. this is stuff reserved for people that he finds himself incredibly romantically/emotionally attached to, though, not the people he has one night stands with. and he almost never forms any sort of lasting attachment to the people he sleeps with casually. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. he tends to fall for people who challenge him in some way, who aren’t easily beguiled by his status and physical looks, but who aren’t outright mean to him. that being said, he is very vain, and he loves being showered in compliments, praise or attention. he matches well with people who can put up with his antics and moodiness and odd behavior. he likes the idea of being someone’s muse or someone’s idol, so he finds himself drawn to other creative types. he has the most intimate/special connections with other nonhuman beings, especially other aliens, cuz he feels like they Get him and he wouldn’t be really giving himself in his fullest form if he had to still play pretend that he was a human being. for whatever reason he goes apeshit for goth guys/dudes with black hair who wear a lot of black. he really doesn’t like people who are too much like him, because HE’S HIM, and you’re YOU, and he really wants it to stay that way. GET OUT OF MY DRESSING ROOM

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. there’s a whole album about him .......... theres a song called “ziggy stardust” ....... HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. singing, music, writing -- he lives for that shid. he likes art in all forms, so he reads, watches movies, looks at paintings -- he has a lot of human culture to catch up on, and he loves all of it, from any time period and any culture. he also likes buying things, shopping, looking nice, gossip. he tends to be a party animal (party alien?) and often indulges in more hedonistic fun. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. his brain is not structured like a human brain. also, head empty. no thoughts. FEARS. being perceived as ugly or untalented, being outed as an alien, being rejected��for being an alien, becoming a nobody, losing his social status, becoming a conformist, becoming “outdated” or “uncool” SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. somehow sky high and on the floor at the same time. he usually thinks he can do anything and he’s pretty perfect, but that may just be from a solid few years of repeating that to himself and empty praise given by people who are just crazy obsessed with him -- he built his confidence level on a very shaky foundation, so it’s easy to start making him doubt himself and panic if you know what to criticize him on VULNERABILITIES. a lot of things, and im sick of typing

* pay me 100000 USD to unlock my LEVEL 20 ZIGGY STARDUST LORE pack now with NAMING/TITLE INFORMATION, HOME PLANET CLIMATE/WEATHER PATTERNS and PAST OCCUPATION/EDUCATION information. includes a piece of gum i found on the floor.

#ooc #meme #I'm so close 2 being done with finals just like one more week i turn in terrible project after terrible project #i am typing this as i wait for a group member to send me the first five pages of our cumulative 10 page essay. i hate him. i hate him.#why is he taking so long. i need to write this thing.#but after that i will go back to what i need to do ...#i run this account like a shitty ship careening into rocks #but i will go down with it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#KEEP YOUR 'LECTRIC EYE ON ME ; queue

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eleonore-magi · 5 years ago

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How Gallifrey (could have) stood

I just realized that tumblr has such an amazing thing as tags so somebody might actually read this. So here I am, bringing a little idea about the 12th season finale.

I was rewatching the Timeless Children some time ago when I realized something that had been staring us in the face… and i feel a need to cry out loud about it. Plan to write a fanfic too, but that never goes well with me.

Alright,

The thing that we all missed

(sadly including the scriptwriters)

Tt’s quite simple. It all starts with...

1. The Master saying that when he killed the Time Lords he kept the bodies.

Well, first time you watch, it’s ok. Killed them, one can mortally wound a Time Lord. Though preferably you should get rid of the body one way or another or he/she might regenerate to your face (so I though he literally burned them all up to this point). But let’s say there’s a way to permenantly kill the Time Lord without destroying the body or you just kill them till they run out of regenerations. The Daleks did kill an awful lot of Time Lords.

But let’s remember. “Time Lords”, “bodies”, “regeneration”.

And then, the second part.

2. The Master showing how CyberTimeLords / CyberMasters can regenerate.

He shows it off as strength and an invinsible army who regenerate when you kill it. And then it comes.

The question. Let’s all imagine the wonderfull Clara and her amazing chalk board,

How can a dead time lord regenerate?

(the ‘regenerate’ goes to become underlined)

It kinda doesn’t add up. Either you are dead or you regenerate. Because regeneration makes you a whole brand new and healthy Time Lord. You might be able to control his/her mind, but it’s alive and quite healthy. Doesn’t always work with humans, as you can raise dead bodies, but Time Lords can bloody regenerate. To change that altogether you need to to do the work similar to Tectaun all the way again, and even then it’s doubtful. The whole point of CyberMasters cool regeneration is that they go from relatively dead to relatively alive again, and even ordinary Cybermen have an alive human brain to keep them going.

Keyword: alive. Master could have raised properly dead Time Lords from the grave (the way Missy did with humans on Earth). But they wouldn’t be able to regenerate. Misses the whole point and then they wouldn’t be able to regenerate, and they were. If they are able to regenerate, they are alive. I’m fond of conspiracy theories, but it does ring like not a theory, but a fact.

So actually we are not in the situation where the Master has killed all of the Time Lords and made their bodies into awful CyberMasters.

Nope, he probably kinda killed Time Lords once, stashed them into some sort of cryo-chambers and then made them Cybers while controlling their mind.

Still bad, but kind of... the whole new message.

They. Are. Still. Alive.

And you can work with something when it’s alive. Especially when it’s something that can regenerate and get come back up in full health. Basically get them out of Cyber costumes, maybe work a bit on disassembling whatever the Master has done to their current (and future) brains... and we have Time Lords back.

So basically when the Master said he kept the bodies and THEN when he showed her how CyberMasters regenerate it wasn’t the final act of his voctory.

It was a perfect chance for the Doctor to realize that the situation isn’t what it seems. That there’s still a chance to save them. That there is a way. Not all hope is lost.

To see the way she turns it around. The perfect chance to be the Doctor.

I’m not particular Gallifrey-defender who hates the idea of it being properly dead (though each time I rewatch ‘The Day of the Doctor” I am; just for the Doctor if not for the rest of the Time Lords, just all that insane amount of effort and history going to waste).

But it’s just so perfect, and totally in accordance to Doctor & Master dynamic -- where the Master makes up some ingenious huge plan and the Doctor manages to find a loophole integrated in that very plan, usually the one the Master considers his biggest strength, and then the Doctor proceeds to use that loophole to wholly dissassemble the Master’s plan -- that it’s such a shame for it to go to waste.

It’s a perfect loophole. A perfect way to see the height of the Master’s supposed triumph actually creates a way to completely reverse all the damage.

Yes, it’s a chance, and not a clear way. Things still bad, the Doctor still at the disadvantage.

But when did it stop the Doctor? And (s)he ever needs is a chance. A chance, however small, for it to go differently.

(S)He can work with the rest, getting out of the impossible situation. The only thing the Doctor needs is a possibility -- and hope, and faith that it will work out somehow.

And well... it might have been brilliant. But now the Gallifrey has been blown up for good and it’s going to be a lot more difficult to somehow bring it back. Now the Time Lords’ bodies are properly destroyed. Didn’t really have to be.

Well... just think about it. Kinda sad. If anyone wants to write something based on things written above, just share a link with me when you’re done, or something like that. ;)

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probably-writing-x · 6 years ago

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Circles.

Request from the lovely @bringmethehorizonandpizza : kay, but, like, being in the same circle as harrison and having a crush on him but never really saying anything cause, reader things that he doesn't even know she exists, and then she gets drunk and 'cheekily slides' into his dm's and they strike up a conversation, and finally when they meet again (idk at a photoshoot or something) he mentions it and the reader is a blushing mess mortified at what she has done. (she may have admitted to having a crush on him during their drunk conversation)

~~~

The red cup in your hand was definitely the burning fuel to your current dancing - having been at this party long enough for the concoction to begin to take hold. You weren't complaining however with the noughties throwback blaring through the speakers that you knew all the words to and enough casual dance moves to keep you going all night. It was a house party hosted by a friend of a friend with your entire circle invited to make the house packed with half known faces. Thankfully, you had your close group of friends and were more than happy to mingle that you only really knew through a mutual connection to someone else.

"Ayyy go on (Y/n/n)!" Sam laughs, one of your closest friend's boyfriend, as he makes his way over to where you were.

"Come on, you should be dancing too!" You exclaim, taking his free hand and swaying it in time with your steps, trying to provoke him to dance a little.

"No, no, no," He shakes his head, taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand, "I was just coming to say hi,"

You roll your eyes, "This is your party! You should always dance at your own party,"

"It was Harry's idea," He points out, "And he's not dancing either!"

You glance over to where he was looking to see his twin brother standing rigid in the mass of dancing people, being encouraged to dance by the boy beside him. He looked to be a couple of years older than you with verh distinctive features for you to instantly deem him handsome. In fact, he was Harrison - the best friend of your best friend's boyfriend's brother's brother. Or something along those lines...

"See he-" You point toward the blonde haired boy, "He seems like my type of guy," You take another gulp of the drink in your hand and know it is definitely taking effect now.

Harry and Harrison see you two looking over and it doesn't take long for Harrison to be dancing in time with you from across the room, both of you moving thanks to pure intoxication and with no real skill but with enough drunken rhythm to keep you going.

Everyone in the room yells the known chorus to the song and you find that Harrison has dismissed your presence, dancing around the people surrounding him. Because you were just another of the bodies in the crowd of people that loved the cheery companion - the one that could talk to anyone. The one that you couldn't deny you had a bit of a crush one - one mainly fueled by his Instagram photos and the few times you two had been in each other's presence.

"Let's get me another drink!" You say, lifting your cup up and making your way toward the kitchen to find whatever alcohol was scattering the counter tops that would refill your cup and re-intoxicate your mind.

And boy, oh boy, was it a good night.

~~~

The headache the next morning wasn't one that you welcomed however, despite it being a sign that you'd definitely enjoyed yourself the previous night.

Your phone flashing alive beside your head was what woke you up originally and you groan and roll over to reach for it on the adjacent pillow.

Oh shit.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. You enjoyed yourself wayyy too much last night. There were texts to random people on here. One to Sam telling him how lucky he was to have your best friend - she must've helped you get home. One to Harry telling him that he has a terrible taste in music - you could vaguely remember sharing a conversation with him about it when he was in charge of the playlist. One to your Mum asking her if you'd ever be ready to be a parent - you must've went through an emotional phase. But the cherry on top of a pile of shit cake, the top message sent to Harrison. Harrison flipping Osterfield!

And he'd replied. You dreaded to think what you'd said originally. But, with overly cautious movements, you clicked onto the new conversation.

'Hey handsomeeee x Your a pretty good dancer maybe we could have more of a private dance soon ;)'

The god awful attempt of flirting, the sickeningly poor use of the incorrect 'You're', and the pathetic winky face at the end. What were you thinking?!

'I'll take it you're feeling the same headache that I am this morning so I'll brush past the drunken comments for now. Always good to meet someone that's the life of the party x'

Hmm... A surprisingly polite reply to your extremely forward and stupid message sent only a few hours before when the alcohol was running through your veins more than blood or sanity for that matter.

You settle back onto the pillow beneath you and stare up at the white ceiling above, your phone above your head in your hands like you would be able to magic up a response that was witty enough to recover your previous words. But, in your true fashion, the phone fell from your weak hands and slapped you straight in the face. Yeah, his casual collected response was not one you could easily match.

~~~

It was later in the day and you'd been busy catching up on some uni work from the hungover comfort of your bed when your phone buzzed again - signalling a text you weren't expecting.

'Okay I don't want to seem stalkerish but you were pretty wasted last night and now you haven't replied... Are you alive or do I need to call someone? x'

Why did that make your heart flutter so much? And why had Harrison bothered to send a second text? Why did he even think about you again? Had he been thinking about you since the first one?

'I'm good, just welcoming the comfort of sober sheets. Although I think alive might be a bit of a stretch, I haven't found a cure for this headache yet x'

Your response is sent and you find yourself procrastinating work by waiting for his response which is quick to follow.

'Pancakes. Always pancakes. Get some syrup on there and eat as many as you can x'

And that's how it all starts. You two spend the rest of the day talking. About pancakes and cooking and Netflix and university and acting and everything but what happened last night. So much so that part of you believes he has completely forgotten and it will never be spoken of again. You welcome the thought.

With an empty plate where pancakes once lay beside you and your body spread diagonally across your bedspread, you were in the midst of conversation with Harrison about which breed of dog was best. He was making his ongoing point about spaniels when you really realised what was going on - he knew you existed. And that was enough to ease the pain of the headache just a little more than the pancakes did.

~~~

The conversation died out by the next morning. You assumed he'd fallen into a deep, very-needed sleep just like you and the last effects of the alcohol had worn off completely - leaving you sober and him moving on to another day without your existence. Why did it pain you a little? But, despite your enjoyment of hungover, still slightly drunk texts, you knew it was probably for the best. Lord knows it wouldn't turn out well if you properly fell for him.

Instead, you had a text on your phone from another H - Harry.

'Right, I've given you a day for the alcohol to be drained. Now can you do me a huge favour? I need a model for a photography project I'm working on and you'd be perfect, care to help a Holland out? x'

'Of course, when do you need me?'

The two of you plan a time for a couple of weeks from now and you think nothing of it. Until the day arrives.

~~~

You were already running late which you would forever despise yourself for - you hated people being late but never found it in yourself to be punctual. And with a steaming coffee in hand and the last street of pavement beneath your feet, ten minutes late was enough for you to celebrate yourself. Ten minutes, that's not too bad.

"There you are! I thought I'd given you both the wrong address," Harry exclaims as he opens the door to the studio for you.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," You repeat, tugging your earphones out of your ears and stuffing them into your pocket, "And both of us?"

"Yeah he should be here any minute," The Holland brother calls over his shoulder as he hurries toward the set for the shoot, clearly far too run off his feet to focus on you too much.

You walk over to the clothing rail to scan across the outfits for the shoot - a fashion brand had contacted Harry and asked that he take full control over the entire shoot - a great opportunity for him but a concerning one for his stress levels.

"Well, hello," An oddly unknown familiar voice comes through from the other side of the rail, hidden behind the jackets.

When you glance up, you spot the crystal blue eyes that couldn't be mistaken in a crowd of thousands, least of all when it was just the two of you.

"Harrison," You exhale and it's as much as you can manage to say.

"And you're (Y/n)," He laughs, "But I thought we already knew that,"

"Yeah," You nod, scratching awkwardly at the back of your neck and suddenly regretting not choosing a more flattering outfit for the day.

It is decided by you that now would be the best time to exit, swiveling on your heel and hoping to get away from him quickly.

"And, hey," Harrison's hand catches on your wrist and stops you, his chest flush against your back and his lips low next to your ear, "Maybe we can find some time for that private dance,"

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blueyesandleatherjacket · 6 years ago

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The summertime of our lives, 1/?

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 1/?.

Pairings: Ninetoo x Rose.

A/N: Written for @doctorroseprompts summer bingo. Five summer-themed words: Ice-cream, Beach, Swim, Boat, Surprise (BINGO!). Tagging @thebookster on her demand.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” - William Shakespeare.

CHAPTER 1:

The last few months had been hard for him. He had had to get used to this new condition. The half human part of him was bothering him a lot because it felt like a regression. One day, he was a superior being; the next day, he was an ordinary human with all the inconveniences it caused: too cold in winter – he almost went in hypothermia because he stayed too long in the snow without warm clothes – too hot when the temperatures were climbing, easily sick – first and last time he was getting a damn flu! Everything was wrong in the body of a human and he was thanking Gallifrey, Rassilon and all the stars of the galaxy for his Time Lord side. He was cleverer than normal but the silence in his head was unbearable. It was worse than after the war. Back then, he had the TARDIS. She was filling the holes, filling the silence. A silence that had driven him mad. At first, he had hidden it from Rose, from her family. She had a job, had her habits, her routine. He was staying home alone, pacing around, pulling on the little hair he had. He suffered from panic attacks, hurt himself. Once, he harmed himself so badly that Rose had to take him to Torchwood to have him healed properly without questions. After that, he had told her the truth. She was staying home with him and sitting on the couch, his head on her lap. She would stroke her temple and speak or read to him for hours. When she couldn’t be home, she recorded her voice on a music device and he would listen to it until the battery died and he was left with nothing but the silence. He had quickly learnt how to use the television and watched the worst filths that could air until Rose came home and found him sprawled on the couch. He had had to find something else, something that would keep him busy, that would soothe his mind. He tried sports – after nine centuries of running, staying home and doing nothing had him losing his nice shape – small jobs – but they all threw him out when he proved to be more intelligent than everyone – walks around a town he didn’t recognise. He inexplicably got his driving licence, babysat, helped people in the streets, played music, invented new scientific theories but nothing was really working. It was only temporary. Until he found out about gardening: diving his hands in earth, holding the tiny seeds, planting them, watering them, watching until they blossomed. Rose found him several times at night, covered in mud, observing the small stems and leaves. She would come to him and force him out of the garden and in the shower. Torchwood had provided him with a brand new identity. A human identity. He was named Maxence Spitz and was born on February 16, 1982. Which was a total lie. He was much older. But he was going with it. As long as Rose kept calling him Doctor, he wasn’t too confused. Having a real name was easier when you had to live a human life. It was harder than a thought it was. He used to be afraid of many things as a Time Lord. These fears he had often mocked Rose and Martha and Donna about were his now and that was absolutely terrific. He couldn’t reason his mind. Whenever he tried thinking about something else, he was always coming back to this particular thought. Rose said that winter tended to sadden people and that summer would fix it all. But summer was taking all its time to come and the Doctor was desperate for these better days to come. What he hadn’t been told was that summer was only a season. It wasn’t three months of just wandering around and enjoying life. Rose only had a couple weeks of holidays and that frustrated him to be forced to stay home while she was working for them to be able to live properly without Pete’s help. Money ruled the world, no matter the universe you were in and he had none. This was really getting to him and nothing could take away the weight of hi unworthiness that was a little heavier every day. ‘You can’t stay like this,’ had declared Rose after finding him once again slouched on the couch. He didn’t know what she meant until she started taking him with her everywhere like he was her lapdog and he didn’t like that very much. He quickly rebelled against her and refused to do that ever again. This was their first and biggest argument. An argument where he unleashed all his rage, his resentment, his frustration, his pain. And she took it all square in the face. It wasn’t what he wanted and he hated him himself even more when she silently passed the door and left their flat, left him alone to deal with his stupidity, to deal with this anger he had always had in him, with his loath. What was he supposed to do with that? What was he supposed to do with himself? He totally let himself go. He spent his time pacing around the couch for hours and barely slept. Eating, drinking, showering weren’t his main priorities. He was more resistant than an ordinary human but such a treatment wasn’t good, even for a half Time Lord and so, he ended up with hallucinations, dizziness and constant nausea. And when Rose came back home, she found him crazed and sprawled on the couch. It took him a couple days to get better and all this time, she was watching over him and taking care of him. It was as if they never fought that day. It was like one of those days in the beginning of their life together here. Simple, quiet, perfect. He was in bed, cursing himself and his stupid behaviour and she was sitting beside him, his head on her lap, her hand stroking his temple as she sang a song he didn’t know at all. She dropped a kiss on his forehead. “I’ve taken a leave. I’m staying with you until the end of it. Pete’s okay with that.” “Why do you do that?” She just smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She continued her strokes on his temple. It felt good, good enough for him to relax and close his eyes. Only a couple of minutes. That was a fact that was bothering him a lot: being half human resulted in him needing more sleep. As a Time Lord, he only needed one hour of sleep here and there whenever he felt like to. Now he needed a couple hours of sleep every day. Less than a human but it was a loss of time in his opinion. Something else that was also very human caused him to wake up suddenly: hunger. He was hungry all the bloody time and was putting on weight. A little bit but that was enough for him to notice it. The smell he woke up to wasn’t gonna help him with that. A whole lunch was waiting for him on the bedside table. His eyes, however, caught sight of something much more interesting. Suitcases. Closed suitcases that seemed very, very full. And one of them, there was a bettered leather jacket. He swallowed the lump in his throat. This was the last piece of his life as a Time Lord. The old jacket he was wearing as a shield against everything and everyone that could get too close to him, that could hurt him more. That other Doctor… he had handed it to him before disappearing. That pretty boy Rose would have preferred finishing her life with instead of him. He had never worn that jacket ever since. It was laying around on a coat hanger in a wardrobe he was not even opening. He had put it as far from him as he could. He didn’t want to see for it reminded him too much of his past as a traveller, of everything he had lost. He was still not ready to wear it again. Unless… Could those suitcases be for Rose? She said she had taken a leave, that she would stay with him but… what if she had decided to leave in the end? After all, he had never been the one she wanted. He sat up slowly. A few hours of sleep had done him lots of good but he wasn’t well enough to do much. He needed food and water but he was too stubborn to cooperate when his girlfriend was about to leave him! He awkwardly stood up and reeled to the bathroom. He rinsed his face and carefully avoided his reflection in the small mirror hung above the sink. He looked as terrible as he felt. No need to confirm that theory. He turned his back on the mirror and sighed. He ignored if he could go back to the room. Probably. He felt stable enough to walk despite his weakness. He reached the door, leant on it a couple seconds. Rose was in the room. She was adding stuff on the suitcases in neat piles. Stuff that belonged to her but also to him. Luggage for them. What was she up to? He said nothing but gripped the frame of the door. He had to eat something, to send some sugar in his veins. “Don’t stay there. Come over and have a bite.” She pointed to the food before opening a suitcase – her – and stuffing it with what she had brought. He reeled to the bed and let himself fall there. He swallowed a first mouthful of food to please her. Once again, she was thrilling his taste buds. She was a better cook than he would ever be. Not that she was bad. He could cook but it was too domestics for him. “So, what’s the plan?” “What plan?” “The suitcases. The jacket. Going somewhere?” “You and I, both.” The idea was enthralling. He ate some more, watched her pack their things. That process was unknown to him. Why packing when you had a spaceship with everything on board? A sentient ship supplying your every need? He really missed the TARDIS sometimes and the lump in his throat was back now that he was thinking of her. They usually avoided the subject but when Rose noticed the look on his face, she came and sat by his side on the bed, a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I haven’t been more present for you.” “I should be sorry to give you so much to worry about.” “You’re sounding like Donna.” “I’m much better at self-depreciation.” Rose squeezed his shoulders. She hated when he was speaking like this. She was often mocking him with that and he would become his usual sarcastic self. Donna was an exceptional human but she had a very particular way of expressing herself. “That’s all the point. Half human, half Time Lord. A right hand that doesn’t belong to that body. I don’t know who I am, what I am supposed to do. I’m stuck here all day with no purpose.” He lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. “I’m stranded in a universe that isn’t mine, deprived from my ship, from my life; I have a fake name.” He paused. He was mumbling for himself now. “Who am I? What am I supposed to do?” Rose lay on her side, snuggled against him. She put her head on his shoulder, pressed her hand on his single heart. For a moment, she stayed silent, just listening to the questions floating in the air. A new old Doctor, yes. But a new breed of Time Lord, of human. Something that had never happened before. Someone who shouldn’t exist in this universe. He was going through an existential crisis. She had gone through the same when she arrived here. He just didn’t know. “But you’ve got the woman you love.” “I’m not the one she wants. I’m just the pretty boy’s right hand.” “He’s not the one I fell in love with,” she cried out, sitting up. “He’s not the one who took my hand ad made me run in this life of wonders. You are! And that hand,” she grabbed his right hand, intertwined their fingers, held it tight. “that very hand is yours. I’ve held it many times and I can tell it’s yours and not his.” He was very clever but he couldn’t get why she was getting so passionate upon his questions. He had just expected her to listen, to comfort him like they always did. But this was upsetting her mire than he thought. There was more to it and he just wanted for her to continue. “The pretty boy like you call him was more interested in mysteries and other women. It was nice for him to have someone to travel with but he was careless. He wasn’t as protective of me as you were. I found myself in danger many more times and thankfully you taught me how to survive to the worst threats, to handle myself when I wandered off. I missed that Northern Doctor that was sometimes rude to other species.” The Doctor looked at their tied hands. His gaze lingered on his right hand, the one that had never appeared to him like his, this hand that was too large, these fingers that were long and thin, almost skeletal, those too light hairs. He observed it as Rose was peaking about Madame de Pompadour and how she waited for hours for the pretty boy to come back after he left her and Ricky on an adrift spaceship with clockwork droids wanting to kill them. The hand didn’t look so foreign to him anymore. It was less skin, more fleshy and fatter, long but sausage fingers, fingertips and nails in bad shape, palms calloused. Definitely his hand. The exact twin of his left hand. He placed this left hand over his and Rose’s hands. He squeezed them, a silent way to tell her that he understood now, that he could see it. Rose stopped talking and gave him a smile where he could see all her relief. She loved him, she chose him. They would find their way together.

Next thing he knew, they were on the road toward their destination for the rest of the summer. Apparently, being the daughter of the boss had some good advantages, like having unlimited holidays. She had a friend, she said, in a small town in the Jurassic Coat in Dorset. Some town called Broadchurch. It was the tourist season and there was nothing available anymore except for this small shack very close to the sea. A stack that belonged to that D.I. Alec Hardy. Obviously, the Doctor had googled the name – if googling stuff still applied in a world where the search engine didn’t exist – and found out that the guy had an uncanny resemblance with the pretty boy. Which didn’t please him much. Especially since Rose had admitted that they saw each other a couple times. It was over now. Definitely over. It had been a long time before he arrived in this universe and yet, he felt jealous because she tried forgetting him in the arms of someone else. Broadchurch was a nice little town though. Everyone greeted Rose with smiles and he sometimes felt like a stranger in her life. She never let go of his hand as she drove to the small shack. She parked as close as she could and they unloaded the car. The keys were waiting for them in one of those boxes with a code, a code Rose had received after renting the place. They settled down in this lovely little place. “What do you think of a walk around before dinner?” “Sounds nice.” Yet, his voice wasn’t very enthusiastic. He was still on the ‘Alec Hardy + Rose Tyler’ affair. Nothing was really done. Not ever. Time was just a loop and they were doing the same things and the making the same mistakes over and over again. This was bothering him a lot and he was brooding all along their walk in the port. Hands in pockets, he wasn’t finding any satisfaction in anything despite the beauty of everything. He liked the town better than London. Quieter, smaller, better smelling. Not a sign of pollution. Just the fresh air of the port town. And then, there was an ice-cream truck and Rose was tugging on his arm like a child and looking at him with pleading eyes. “You’re buying? Please?” “No money.” Such a parody of their first date – if you could call that a date – made him smile and all his bad mood was gone. That was one of the things she loved about him, his ability to change his mood so easily. She nudged him, calling him a liar for she was always giving him money to have on him. It was just in case he would need it, even if he was refusing to use what he called her money. He gave in eventually and bought her a three balls cone: strawberry, raspberry and vanilla. “What?” she asked when she saw him observing her. His bemused smile betrayed him of course. He slipped a finger in the already melting ice-cream and sucked it playfully in response to her offended look. He did it slowly, very slowly, and his smile widened when her pupils became as black as coal. He plunged his finger in the ice-cream again and licked it. Very, very slowly. And Rose decided to enter the game. She sucked on the ice-cream left on her cone eagerly, sensually and flirtatiously. He reacted the exact way she did: his eyes turned black, his flesh covered itself in goosebumps and his cock became uncomfortably hard. When she ate the last bit of the cone, her face had marks of frozen strawberry, raspberry and vanilla around the lips. Immediately, he swooped down on her to kiss her and lick the ice-cream off her face. Her hand quickly slipped from his shoulder to the back of his neck and she pulled him closer, pressed her body against his chest. Things were heating up fast and his hand grabbed her thigh. Her groan was muffled by his mouth and their making out was suddenly interrupted by the clearing of a throat. They could have been embarrassed but they just stepped back with smiles on their faces. The Doctor’s faded instantaneously when he saw the intruder. He contained his disdain and jealousy as Rose greeted her friend, Alec Hardy, and just nodded a salute when he was introduced. “I have what you’ve asked me.” The voice was different from the pretty boy. Well. It has the same tessitura but the accent was awfully Scottish and there was a tone that wasn’t the kind one used by the new Doctor. If anything, those two men were diametrically different. They only shared the same features. Alec didn’t say more about the mysterious demand. He just dropped keys in Rose’s hand and left. He had showed up at the shack but they weren’t there. He had seen them on his way home and stopped to give the bunch of keys to Rose. She pocketed it with a look of mischief. His eyebrow raised so hard on his large forehead that they could have gotten lost in the fringe he didn’t have contrarily to D.I. Alec Hardy. Rose pushed him slightly to chase this jealousy away. She gave him a tongue-touching smile and while he was struggling with the spell she was casting on him, she ran away. “Oi! Not fair!” He often forgot that she was just a kid when he had swept her off her feet and dragged her across the universe. She had grown up quickly because of him, gained in maturity and this universe had made her a very independent woman but deep down, she was still the pink and yellow girl who loved having fun. And what was the point of growing up if you couldn’t be childish at times? He shook his head, laughing, and chased her along the pedestrian trails of Broadchurch. Grass, rocks, dry earth left for sand and it became harder to run after Rose whose cheerful laugh was ringing to his ears. Once again, he was forced to admit that he was nothing more than an ordinary human. His legs were heavy and he was breathless in no time. Soon, he was compelled to stop running. He put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He was still discovering his limits and hated more than everything else when he was confronted to them. Rose caught him by surprise and jumped on his back, causing him to lose his balance and bit the sand. He tried to protest but only managed to swallow more sand. Instead, he wrapped an arm around Rose and exchanged their spot. He lay her down on the sand and stabilised himself above her. He needed a moment to cough the sand out of his human lungs and she used that time to reverse the part again. Only to be back under him. She was laughing heartfully and he couldn’t help but laugh too. Everything was forgotten and forgiven. Now was all about fun and love and not giving a fuck about people on the beach who were looking at them.

People were leaving and the were still sat there in the sand, watching the water licking the beach, going back and forth. They were silent. They didn’t have anything to say at the moment. They were just enjoying the present moment. The Doctor had his arm around Rose’s and she had her head on his shoulder. “Feeling better?” “About what?” “About letting yourself die because I was gone. You were nearly dead when I found you this morning.” “You’re exaggerating.” “You’d let yourself die if I was gone?” “Wouldn’t be fast enough.” He pulled her closer to him, wrapped her into a tight embrace she couldn’t escape from. “You’d have to take me with you.” “Together?” She snuggled closer to him. It was getting dark now and they hadn’t eaten yet. They didn’t feel like moving. It felt like time had stopped its course for them to have that precious moment they needed. “Forever.” He smiled and kissed her head tenderly. There were many questions that needed answers but it wouldn’t be for tonight. Not too much anxiety in one day. He had had enough already. However, the Doctor was no man to stay in one place for too long. He was soon up to his feet. He shrugged his unzipped hoodie off and got rid his shoes and socks. Rose titled her head on the side, wondering what he was doing. Until he plunged in the fresh water and swam. He was far enough to only be a dark figure to her when he waved at her with a large grin. “Come over!” he yelled at her. She shook her head, smiling, and he kept waving at her. She tried to warn him about the way the water was moving. The currents could be dangerous. He, of course, should know better. He used to be a – very bad – pilot driving though the course of the vortex, which was as tempestuous as the sea. It seemed quiet but it wasn’t. He was tossed about by the water and soon it engulfed him as if he was nothing more than a floating branch. Immediately, she was on her feet, had taken off her shoes and jacket before plunging in the water. She swam desperately to reach him before he drowned. He could hold his breath for a while – at least, his Time Lord twin could. He didn’t know his limits, didn’t know when to stop and… He resurfaced right before her with that manic grin she usually loved. She slapped his shoulder to make him pass the envy of doing that again. “I thought you were drowning!” “Me? Never!” She slapped his shoulder again and pushed his head under water to give him a lesson but he only played the fool and pretend to be drowning until he really was and she had to drag him back to the beach and do a mouth-to-mouth and when he coughed the water out of his lungs, she called him an idiot, yelled at him and he only smiled at her as her heart softened. She loved him, she cared for him, she didn’t want to lose him. That was him and no one else.

There was a small paper boat on the edge of the window that morning. Everything was new, unfamiliar and exciting by the was intrigued by this paper boat made of newspaper. The light was shining right onto it. He was absolutely fascinated by this cute origami. He heard the water, its swells rolling under the fragile paper hull, and smelt the salty air of the ocean. His heart cried out for adventures. He imagined himself standing on the deck, on the very edge, and watching the horizons for him to discover them. The wind would whip his face and engulf in his clothes. It would lead him to an unknown destination where he would have the time of his lives, running away from troubles, discovering new things, making new friends. That’s how his life had always been after he stole that type 40 TARDIS, even after the war. He had always been sailing toward novelty and adventures. He didn’t realise he was crying until a hand wiped away a salty pearl of water on his cheek. The touch was soft and gentle on him. The woman to whom the hand belonged to appeared in his field of vision and hid the small origami from him. He didn’t lean in her touch but he didn’t push her hand away either. She traced the features of his face, the wrinkles of his forehead, his large ear, his jaw, his chin. Her face showed the concern she had about him, about his reactions. No words were pronounced. Not one. He never said anything, always kept it all for himself and she just did with it. Everything was different now. Their relationship was different. They were supposed to share everything. Domestics. Something he had to be taught about. He was an adventurer, a traveller. Not someone you could keep locked in a cute house with a white fence and a small garden. It was suffocating him, drowning in a life he had once dreamt of for Rose and himself. “Breathe, Doctor.” The hand was on his cheek. He drifted back to the present moment, focused on his breathing until it was back to a reasonable rhythm. His single heart was aching. It was crushed. Typical of a panic attack. Symptoms of anxiety. He was used to them but he wasn’t used to have someone to help him through them. Rose never saw him vulnerable. Until he arrived here. “Looking for you, crossing the universes to find you, that’s what helped me when I arrived here.” “And now?” “Now I’ve got you. The only person I ever wanted to be with.” “And you don’t need more?” “I want the adventures, the stars, the travels. I miss it. But having you is worth the sacrifice.” “I’ve wanted this life with you. All we have here. But I’m not sure I’m made for this.” “Let’s become defenders of the Earth. This universe is also suffering from invasions, attacks, secrets and no one is better than you for this.” “Except for you.” “I’ve had a great teacher.” “How do we defend Earth without a TARDIS, a sonic?” “You might be surprised at how easy it is.” Rose got up and picked the leather jacket from the hook on the door. She sat cross-legged on the bed. He sat up, wondering what she was up to. She put her hand in the right pocket and looked for something inside. She pulled out a small silver tube. His heart stopped beating a couple seconds. It couldn’t be… She grabbed his hand and placed the tube in his palm. Black bottom, grey cracked paint on the middle, blue tip. He folded his fingers around the gey metallic device to make sure it was real. It looked real. “After you changed, I kept the jacket. I was sleeping with it sometimes, just to have the feeling of your arms around me. I thought that was why he gave it back to you, because it was familiar and comforting. Until I found this in the pocket. You would have been too proud to accept it if he had given it to you that day so he found an alternative. The sonic doesn’t make the Doctor but of that makes you feel better…” He had never thought he would hold this precious artefact ever again, nor that he would be able to use it. It was fully charged and ready for adventures that would never come. He smiled sadly but didn’t let go of it. He would keep it as a lucky charm or as a trinket. He had been living an almost normal life since he was here. If he chose the facility option now, he would never find happiness and peace. “A captain is worth nothing without a ship.” “Good thing I’ve kept that in my sleeve.” He raised an eyebrow and she gave him a mischievous smile. She brandished keys in front of his nose, the exact keys that Alec Hardy gave her the previous day. There was an orange plastic tag on the ring. It was written ‘Vortex’ on it. A very strange name to give to keys. “I couldn’t convince them to call it ‘TARDIS’ or ‘Gallifrey’. They accepted ‘Vortex’ though. Sounds nice.” “So you have a vehicle called ‘Vortex’?” “Not an ordinary vehicle.” She gave him another one of those smiles and took his hand. She forced him out of the bed where he was in nothing else but his boxers and led him outside. He shivered when the chilly morning wind reached him. Bloody human condition. His favourite blonde pointed to the horizon, to a large black spot on the sea. The silhouette of a boat. “That’s Pete’s yacht. He accepted to lend it to us for all the time we’ll be here. They dropped anchor in the bay a couple days ago and gave the keys to Alec.” “I don’t know what to say.” “You’ve got your ship, captain.” That for a surprise! That was the biggest surprise of the year. He was rarely speechless but he was right now. Rose Tyler, his pink and yellow girl, definitely knew how to make him feel better…

A suivre

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simplyshelbs16xoxo · 6 years ago

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I was tagged by @jumbledfangirl thanks, darlin!

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? idk I haven’t dated anyone in over 6 years lol

2. Are you outgoing or shy? Shy at first, but outgoing most of the time

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? I may be seeing Heart in concert this summer!

4. Are you easy to get along with? I like to think so.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? I don’t like anyone in that way right now

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Kind. Funny. Nerdy.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? my sources say no

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? nobody

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not really. I guess it would depend on who I’m talking to. I don’t like talking about it with guys at all, so yeah.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? my brother

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? it was a photo of Mulder and Scully from @penelope1730 lol

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Writer in the Dark - Lorde, Half Life - David Duchovny, Thinkin’ Bout You by Ciara, bury a friend - billie eilish, and obsessing over Taylor’s new unreleased song lol, sucker by the jobros

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? I love it.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Yes

15. What good thing happened this summer? Last summer, I met my childhood heroes!!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? hell no

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes I do.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No.

19. Do you like bubble baths? I do but I never take them anymore lol

20. Do you like your neighbors? Nope.

21. What are you bad habits? Overthinking until I’m in the middle of a mental breakdown

22. Where would you like to travel? UK

23. Do you have trust issues? Only with men tbh

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Food. Lol.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? None

26. What do you do when you wake up? Different things, but I usually watch a couple episodes of x-files before I even leave my bed lol

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? neither

28. Who are you most comfortable around? My best friends, my mom, my brother

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes, but I always initiated the breakups, so it was more that they wanted another chance.

30. Do you ever want to get married? Nah

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yep.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? ew no

33. Spell your name with your chin. shelby

34. Do you play sports? What sports? Nope. I played soccer in middle school and did a bit of unofficial cheerleading (I say unofficial, cause there wasn’t an actual cheer squad but some of us still formed one lol)

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes, but only one person

37. What do you say during awkward silences? Anywho

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Same as I said above. Kind. Funny. Nerdy.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Hot Topic, Barnes and Noble, Game Stop, Aeropostale

40. What do you want to do after high school? I’m long done with high school lol.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? I think it depends, honestly. If someone cheated on me, then hell no, seeyabye

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m usually exhausted or upset

43. Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? neither; both have 2 of my top 3 fears nope.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Food

46. What are you paranoid about? Being abused again if I were to ever go into another relationship

47. Have you ever been high? No

48. Have you ever been drunk? No

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Nope I have nothing to hide.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Green

51. Ever wished you were someone else? When I was younger, but not since middle school

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My fear of some things.

53. Favourite makeup brand? Hard Candy, L.A. Colors

54. Favourite store? Hot Topic

55. Favourite blog? I don’t have one

56. Favourite colour? Purple.

57. Favourite food? any kind of mexican/tex-mex food, and pizza. and wings. and ribs.

58. Last thing you ate? sugar free jellybeans

59. First thing you ate this morning? chips, but that wasn’t until noon.

60. Ever won a competition? A couple of talent shows are under my belt

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? No, but I got detention for wearing the wrong fucking shade of blue.

62. Been arrested? For what? Nope.

63. Ever been in love? Yes.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? It was in the hallway outside the apartment I lived in at the time.

65. Are you hungry right now? Not really.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? I don’t have any ‘real’ friends outside of social media, so yes

67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr.

69. Are you watching tv right now? Nope.

70. Names of your bestfriends? Cheyenne, Julia, Kathi, and Tracy

71. Craving something? What? Burrito

72. What colour are your towels? Purple

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Sorta. they’re on my headboard thingy

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I have 4 on my bed,8 on shelves, and a few more in my closet, so about 25-30

75. Favourite animal? puppies

76. What colour is your underwear? multi

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? black

80. What colour pants? blue jeans

81. Favourite tv show? Shows. Sherlock, Kim Possible, X-Files, Outlander, Doctor Who, to name a few

82. Favourite movie? 13 Going on 30. I always say that one even though I have other faves too

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Kevin G lol

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Crush

87. First person you talked to today? brother

88. Last person you talked to today? Tracy

89. Name a person you hate? Dislike, you mean. My dad

90. Name a person you love? Lots of people.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Yes.

92. In a fight with someone? Nope.

93. How many sweatpants do you have? 8 or more lol

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? like 20 lol

95. Last movie you watched? Does that 2 hour Downton Abbey series finale count?

96. Favourite actress? I don’t really have one

97. Favourite actor? Benedict Cumberbatch.

98. Do you tan a lot? Never.

99. Have any pets? I wish

100. How are you feeling? Tired

101. Do you type fast? yes

102. Do you regret anything from your past? sometimes, but then I think better of it lol

103. Can you spell well? yes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? not anymore

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? yes

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes, i suppose

107. Have you ever been on a horse? twice

108. What should you be doing? sleeping

109. Is something irritating you right now? Not really.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yes.

111. Do you have trust issues? I try not to, but I do

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? I don’t like to cry in front of people

113. What was your childhood nickname? peanut

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yep.

115. Do you play the Wii? I have, but I don’t own one

116. Are you listening to music right now? No but I should. Lol.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? yes

118. Do you like Chinese food? some of it

119. Favourite book? I have lots

120. Are you afraid of the dark? Sometimes

121. Are you mean? No

122. Is cheating ever okay? Never.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Idk I never owned white shoes...well I have white heels, but they’re pretty clean

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No

125. Do you believe in true love? I do. I’ve seen it.

126. Are you currently bored? not really; bored with this questionnaire? yes

127. What makes you happy? a lot of things

128. Would you change your name? I’d change my last name to my mother’s maiden name

129. What your zodiac sign? libra

130. Do you like subway? Not anymore

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? I don’t have a best friend of the opposite sex. If I did, I’d probably be thrilled lol

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? brother

133. Favourite lyrics right now? idk honestly, i’m too tired

134. Can you count to one million? If I cared enough.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? Idk

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed and locked

137. How tall are you? 5’1”

138. Curly or Straight hair? I like to curl my straight ass hair

139. Brunette or Blonde? Brunette

140. Summer or Winter? Fall lol, but between those 2, summer.

141. Night or Day? Night.

142. Favourite month? October

143. Are you a vegetarian? Nope

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? White

145. Tea or Coffee? tea

146. Was today a good day? It’s been okay.

147. Mars or Snickers? snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote? the only one I can think of off the top of my head right now is my blog title: though she be but little, she is fierce.

149. Do you believe in ghosts? I do.

150. Do you tag anyone else to do this? Not unless someone wants to

#tag games #long post

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chaosnradios · 6 years ago

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About,

Ark-

Name: Anastasia

Age: Mature Immortal

Height: 5 feet 9 inches

Sexuality: Bisexual

Abilities:

- She can have up to 6 wings, or simply no wings if she chooses.

- She can summon the power of the sun, usually in her hands, to incinerate her enemies in battle, although this is used as a very last resort. Most of the time she just uses that power to warm up things.

- She is able to heal any physical wound and ease tense emotions into a state of calm.

- But she can’t do any spiritual healing, nor can she reverse old wounds/scar tissue. She is also unable to heal herself or others if she’s low on energy.

- She has two main weapons of choice that she can summon at any time, a long sword and a fauchard spear. She’s very skilled with both weapons, but 90% of the time she won’t even draw her weapon if someone attacks her. Since her hand to hand combat usually does the trick for knocking people down a peg.

- With the strength of her wings she’s able to break a person’s bones if she slams them into someone hard enough, she’s can also angle her feathers in such a way to where they can slice through things like small blades. Stabbing or slicing her wings through a wooden structure is also no difficult task.

Spider Knight-

Name: Malachi

Age: 573

Height: 6 feet 5 inches

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance (under the helmet): He has four crimson colored eyes, but his eyesight is terrible during the day, however his hearing is very sharp. He can have up to four arms, though he rarely shifts his torso. He has a decent pair of fangs with a split down the middle of his chin, which enables him to open up his bottom jaw into a pair of sharp mandibles. Though he only opens up his jaw if he plans on eating someone.

Abilities:

- With his fangs he can inject 2 different types of poison into someone. One poison can paralyze someone for a limited amount of time, although the more he injects into a person the longer they become paralyzed. The second poison is much more potent and deadly, and used more for his prey. The toxicity of it begins to slowly liquify the internal organs of his victim, and his victim will begin feeling the effects about five minutes in. It takes about 25 minutes for his victim’s insides to fully turn into soup, and from there he can feed accordingly.

- He can form and shoot webbing out of his hands, mostly to use as ropes to lasso his victims. Although he does like knitting with his webs from time to time.

- His only weapon, besides his sharp, iron tipped gauntlets, is a black colored dagger that he wears on his hip, the blade is about as long as his forearm.

- He’s able to climb up sheer walls, or even hang from the ceiling by his feet without much difficulty.

Drift-

Name: Dominic

Nicknames: Drift, Suné, Dom, Nick

Age: 22

Height: 5 feet 7 inches

Gender: Trans guy

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance:

He has hazel eyes with soft brown hair, usually styled in a mohawk. Although, it’s almost always hidden under the hood of a hot pink hoodie with black sleeves, that he hardy ever takes off. Black and gold sneakers, black pants with many pockets filled with snacks and cans of spray paint, and a white kitsune mask complete his outfit.

Talents/Habits:

- He’s good at getting into small spaces, and he’s also good at suddenly disappearing should things suddenly go south.

- He’s an excellent climber, not exactly an expert climber but he can get up to about any high place he sets his mind too.

- He has done some side jobs as a hacker to make some quick cash, but his greatest talent is his art. Which he uses to gladly tag and paint up any spot he wants to claim as his.

- The more dangerous a spot, or a spot that’s most likely to piss someone off, he’ll be even more determined to vandalize it.

- He doesn’t do it often, only if he’s desperate for food. But he’s an expert pickpocket and gas station thief. He knows just when and how to strike, and creating a diversion is practically second nature for him.

- Whether it be insomnia or anxiety, he’s unable to sleep for more then a few minutes at a time. Jumping awake at the slightest noise. Although, one could blame his poor eating habits. The man running on beef jerky, soda and paint fumes 99% of the time.

History:

He grew up in and out of foster homes just outside of LA California, due to being a bit of a runaway. He did his best to get along with the other kids, but he never felt like he belonged and that he should be somewhere else. When he turned 16 he booked it for good and was never found again.

He roamed the streets of LA and soon joined one of the local tagging gangs, it’s there that he perfected his art and quickly rose to the top. No place was to high, to low or to dangerous, and his signature kitsune tag had made him rather popular. To popular.

He had a brush with the cops and a brush with death when someone ratted out his next tagging spot, a billboard that hung high above one of the subway tunnels. He had just been finishing up when the cops swarmed the place, and refusing to get caught he had attempted to run.

A gun went off, the bullet barely missing his head and instead grazed his left eyebrow, but it was enough to catch him off balance and cause him to fall onto the tracks down bellow. Right, as one of the subway trains went by.

Rumor has it the bullet killed him before the train ran him over. Another rumor states that the bullet missed and the train took him out, splattering the whole side of the train in red. Some say that the red was a busted paint can, some believe otherwise. But one thing was for certain, the Kitsune of Los Angelas was dead.

Or, so they thought. Reports and media news of a large burger sign had been spotted out in the desert, and on the front of that sign was none other then that famous kitsune tag. Word was all over the news and all through out the dark parts of the streets, but in a matter of days, the burger and the tag had suddenly vanished.

X Lord-

Branded Number: A-S463

Name: Hacksaw

Age: 26

Height: 5 feet 9 inches

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance (plus under the helmet):

- He never takes his helmet off, and mainly walks around shirtless, finding it much more comfortable. Although he does keep his jacket close by when the nights get cold.

- He has green eyes with flecks of brown, and dark brown hair. Around the edges of his lips is mild scarring, due to having a bad habit of chewing and shredding his lips with his teeth when under stress.

- There’s a faded brand mark on the back of his neck, just above his shoulders. He received the brand when he first joined the wasteland’s arena.

Weaponry:

- His main weapon of choice are a pair of fully functioning chainsaws, modified to be much lighter so they’re easier to swing. Also modified to run on any fuel or oil, as well as using a trigger system from old gun parts to make revving up the blades much easier.

- In the pouch on his left hip he keeps a pistol and a knife, though he rarely ever uses them.

Talents:

- He’s extremely fast, both in running up on people to take them out, or face to face in a fight. Get the upper hand quick or you may lose more then a few fingers.

- Taking apart or rebuilding machines is child’s play. He’s also very fond of ripping apart and taking down mechs.

- He’s not one to shy away from the most brutal of tasks. Blood is his playground, and he’ll gladly kill more then a few people for coin or two, or even a meal as payment. He also has a tendency to take his victim’s heads as trophies, so long as his current client doesn’t want them first.

History:

Abandoned in the wastelands as a child, he was forced to fend for himself until he was captured by one of the biggest wasteland gangs. Branded, forced to fight, and forced to kill, he was trained to be nothing more then a fighting dog in the biggest gladiatorial arena of the wastelands.

Several times he was pitted against those who were much larger then him, both human and machine alike, and every time he came out on top. However there was one wasteland warrior, a woman who he could never defeat, no matter how many times they fought against each other. She was fierce, she was brutal and he was head over heels for her.

No matter how many times they fought each other, they were always evenly matched in strength and speed. Every fight ended in a draw, and when he found out that she too loved him, he knew he had to get them both out of this place.

Over a span of weeks he hatched a plan with her, and it was with her that they both broke out of the arena and slaughtered those who dared to keep them prisoner. They took over one of the gangs and she became queen, his queen, and may god help anyone who dared to disrespect his queen. He fought for her, killed for her, they fought and killed together. But, love in the wastelands never seems to last.

She had grown tired of the fighting, tired of the gang life, and tired of him, and so she walked out, dumping him and abandoning it all. Heartbroken he tried to fix what was wrong, tried to change for her, but she had made her decision and he obediently just left her be.

He ran the gang for 4 long years, before he snapped and slaughtered nearly 3/4ths of them all. He soaked the sand with blood, and mounted the heads of those he had killed on sticks. With the pain of his old life soothed and cut away, he walked into the wastelands and disappeared. The survivors of that awful day say he was swallowed up by a sandstorm. Some say he was swallowed up by a blinding rift of light. Never to be seen again. At least, that’s what they hoped...

#about

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muggle-writes · 6 years ago

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do I have that book challenge

tagged by @elizabethsyson and while photos were absolutely helpful (for example, in explaining the first question) I did this mostly from memory in downtime at work so I couldn't exactly take pictures as I went, and tbh I don't trust tumblr not to eat my post if I upload a bunch of pictures at once

Do you have a book with deckled edges?

thank you so much for the picture because if that's the thing with the pages not exactly matching up, (but within a small deviation from perfectly square) yes, my copy of the first three Dragonriders of Pern books in one volume has deckled edges. also probably some other books, but I've been reading that one recently so I'm sure about it

Do you have a book with 3 or more people on the cover?.

yeah: Inverloch (Volume 1)

it's the printed version of (the first portion of) a webcomic, which I didn't know when I picked it up at a garage sale or something. I hadn't even heard of webcomics yet

and. hm. don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed the premise of the story and it was never really bad... I was thrilled when I realized it was a webcomic and still online and i could read the whole thing.

but

the major plot twist, one the author had apparently planned from the very beginning, honestly had some very unfortunate implications that would haunt me if I ever attempted a reread.

Like, it was set up well enough to be a surprise but not a shock. and it enabled the happy ending. but I probably would have preferred almost any other happy or vaguely positive ending, or even a meaningful depressing ending, I was that disappointed

on the other hand the rest of it was written well enough that I cared so.... eh. it is what it is

I'm just not sure I still love it enough to recommend, but I also wouldn't stop someone from picking it up off my shelf to read, you know what I mean? Especially just that first part, which was plenty good.

Do you have a book based on another fictional story?

D&D guidebooks are totally based on Lord of the Rings, right?

lol in reality uh

the copy of Scandinavian folk tales including my favorite fairy tale ever was always my dad's, not mine, no matter how many times I read it before moving out

my wife has several Halo books? like the video game. I'm not actually sure which came first and I haven't read any of those, but they are on "my" (our) shelf

I also have a lot of Harry Potter meta/derivatives, including that themed Haggadah I think I posted a picture of recently. But the phrasing of this question makes me think the intent is "fiction based on other fiction" so none of those quite count.

so yeah, Halo's the closest I've got. also there's a Star Trek book on that shelf that I didn't even know we had until I went looking for clocks on covers

Do you have a book with a title 10 letters long?

Sadly I don't have my own copy of Dragon's Kin, which kicks off an excellent subseries of Pern books, (nor Dragonsong but I didn't expect to have that one) but what I did find was

The Visitor (which is animorphs#2)

Do you have a book with a title that starts and ends with the same letter?

Erec Rex: The Dragon's Eye

Do you have a Mass Market Paperback book?

does my solid half of the animorphs series all on one shelf count or is this looking for specific branding?

Do you have a book written by an author using a pen name?

(immediately thinks of Lewis Carrol) um Edwin Abbot was also a mathematician but sadly not a penname, but I do I have a copy of Flatland

Oh, but I'm pretty sure I have some of the ghostwritten animorphs books, do those count? Specifically someone mentioned recently that animorphs 25 was the first of the ghostwritten books and I definitely have that one

Do you have a book with a character’s name in the title?

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and Ender's Shadow on my shelf, the rest I mostly have as ebooks. also the first Erec Rex book (mentioned above) and the entire Kirsten (American Girl) series plus the first Kit book.

Do you have a book with 2 maps in it?

the first one I found was The Malloreon Volume 1 (also has 3 characters on the cover). it's got a map of the western kingdoms before the first book and a map of Mallorea in the middle of the third book

Do you have a book that was turned into a TV show

Animorphs again

Do you have a book written by someone who is originally famous for something else?(celebrity/athlete/politician/tv personality…)

I definitely had a phase of buying books by famous people, so I have the worst bulkiest copy of Origin of Species which is printed in a terrible font (it also has deckled edges for that matter), and The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins, that I could find at a quick glance. Probably something by Steven Hawking hiding somewhere

my phenomenal copy of The Elements (Euclid) doesn't quite count because he's most famous, now, for writing those so...

(Einstein's Relativity - in translation obviously because I know very little German - is deceptively short but that was my parents' book that I tried and failed to read, not my own)

Do you have a book with a clock on the cover?

Disappointingly, An Uncommon History of Common Things does not. I do have a Doctor Who coloring book with a clocklike gear pattern on the cover which is the closest I'm finding

Do you have a poetry book?

yeah someone once gave me a book of Japanese death poems, translated of course. I've been meaning to read them. for that I have to find it, and I can't right now :/ now that I remember the book I want to go read it

Do you have a book with an award stamp on it?

not that I can find? apparently Dragonflight or Dragonquest won "a Hugo or Nebula award" (bc McCaffrey was the first woman to win one of those) but wikipedia isn't telling me which award or which book, and I don't have the dust jacket for the original-trilogy-in-one-volume copy that I have so there's no telling if it "should" have an award printed on the front

Do you have a book written by an author with the same initials as you?

ooh wouldn't that be fun. I don't seem to :/

what I do have is a book written by an author with what my initials would be if I had taken my wife's last name instead of the other way around which I guess is close enough

Do you have a book of short stories?

yes, surprisingly. The Girl Who Heard Dragons and I haven't read any of them, not even the story I got it for

oh, and First Meetings, which is a bunch of short stories in the Ender universe

Do you have a book that is between 500-510 pages long?

That's... really specific. Closest I could find was 483 pages and 513 pages (Volume 2 of The Belgariad and The Malloreon, respectively) In general I have a lot of books around 300-350 pages and a fair few over 700 pages, but not many close to 500

Do you have a book that was turned into a movie?

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, for sure. I think Flatland was also made into a movie and it was as phenomenally terrible as you would expect of a story about 2d shapes. not even shapes with faces, just shapes, and one sphere.

Do you have a graphic novel?

I was going to make all sorts of qualifications of "well... if something originally published as a webcomic is now in physical book form.... (Inverloch again) but actually I have volumed 1 and 3-7 of Tomo (manga-style "preteen protag moves in with Christian family members and has both fantasy adventures and learns the benefits of being Christian" no-subtlety series that I picked up at Family Christian Stores when they were still everywhere. also I probably still have the first six Serenity "books" but I can't find them (not fantasy: rebellious "sinful" teen moves to new school and hangs out with the Christians because she wants to sleep with one of them, eventually sees the errors of all her ways, un-dyes her hair, and converts. Also no subtlety)

I had a phase when I was "too old" for veggie tales but still thought FCS was the best place ever but if that really was the best of their "teen" content it really wasn't great

Do you have a book written by 2 or more authors?

are we limiting this to novels? I have The Great Snape Debate (meta published before Deathly Hallows, with short chapters by two alternating authors, plus they got Orson Scott Card to write a chapter to draw reader attention with the big name and hey it worked, I bought it, arguing (between all of them) both sides of "will Snape turn out to be on Harry's side after all" and also The Dragonlover's Guide to Pern which as the title implies, is more of a guide than a real story.

Oh, but I do have a copy of Invasive Procedures (Card & Johnson).

Did I miss any questions? tumblr's being particularly weird today.

anyway I suppose I should tag some fellow bookworms. @knightbusofdoom @copperscales and if anyone else wants me to edit to in so you're "really" tagged, just may me know, and if you just want to do it please do and tag me back

#tag games #book scavenger hunt #this was fun but it took a lot of time for some of them #asks and answers #there's some definite themes here

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vera-invenire · 7 years ago

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VnC Liveblog - Chapter 7

.All chapter liveblogs are linked HERE.

Hey, note for people following along: the last two chapters (5 and 6) didn’t show up on the main Vanitas no Carte tags because Tumblr filters out any posts that have outside links in them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But they’re done and the links for them are right up there. ^

Now, on to chapter 7!

Methinks MochiJun is running out of art for the chapter covers. That’s okay, I like this guy’s face.

OH MY GOD ARE WE GETTING WORLDBUILDING I AM EXCITED

So. Paracelsus. Famed physician and alchemist, called the Luther of medicine. He’s got a wikipedia page that I’m not gonna link to here *shakes tiny fist at tumblr* but probably the most interesting thing about him (if not the most important, in this context) is that ‘Paracelsus’ was his pen name. His real name?

Theophrastus von Hohenheim. Yeah. That von Hohenheim. Or at least the original one he was named after.

More pertinent, I think, is the fact that Paracelsus was a doctor, like our main character. He had a reputation for disdaining conventional medical thought (as this was the 1500s, this was not unwarranted) and for prioritizing practical experience over unproven theories preached by people with silly titles. Going by Vanitas’ fight with Orlok, I think he would have liked Paracelsus.

With Paracelsus involved, we now have a timeline for Babel -- it occurred sometime during the first half of the 1500s, creating vampires, astermite, the border, and, apparently, a number of disasters.

(the sudden appearance of vampires among the human population might have been disastrous enough, but I wonder if there were other things that were thrown out of wack.)

I don’t...quite get this formula business yet, so I’m gonna wait to comment on that until it’s more clear.

Nice job breaking it, Hohenheim.

This is like the tenth time the church has been mentioned, when are they gonna show up?

Hello, Creepy Teacher. Still without eyes, I see.

But not all coal and not all humans were altered.

And what is that on Teacher’s lapel, a clock with wings --

...time flies. You think you’re clever, don’t you.

...he’s planning on using Noé, the last Archiviste. Noé is key to something. What are you planning, Creepy Teacher.

Memoire 7 Bal Masque

Night of Sneering Masks

Lord Ruthven has a real swanky place, don’t he.

On the one hand, I want to go to a ball like this. On the other, it is full of vampires. Who, admittedly, seem like fairly decent people on average -- when they’re not losing their minds and going on murderous rampages.

Kinda looks like the Charlatan parade, though, no?

Hm, Domi is a bit shorter than Noé than I thought she was.

...wait, wait, wait, hold up. let’s zoom in here.

that’s Domi??? that looks like Unnerving Boy. crap, is she Unnerving Boy? i was joking about that before.

Glad I’m not the only one making that connection. The narrative wants this decadence to remind us of Charlatan. re: we shouldn’t trust it.

Domi: That guy’s gonna keep a low profile, right?

Vanitas: *seducing ALL the ladies at the ball*

Y’all knew he was an unrepentant grandstander. What did you expect.

(note: Vanitas knows sleight of hand)

(note: vampires can smell humans)

Hahahahaha, “I don’t understand how vampires define ‘friend’“ is my new favorite line, right along with “several different kinds of unfortunate”.

So my question is, can he only see the memories while he’s drinking? Or can he revisit them whenever he wants?

Vanitas adapted to the usefulness of that collar real quick.

I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, I KNEW THAT DUM-DUM WOULD LEAVE THESE TWO ALONE AND SHIT WOULD HIT THE FAN

this is gonna be good

So spoketh Dominique de Sade. Never has a character been more aptly named.

(yo, is that Ada’s iron maiden. and a tortured stuffed white rabbit in the corner, too. the spirit of Vincent is alive and well.)

Meanwhile...Noé has found a new toy.

precious cinnamon roll, too pure, etc etc

ohoho, I think we know this kid.

HI, LUCA. And Jeanne can’t be that far away.

These guys are bodyguards, or retainers? Dressed like plague doctors, nice touch.

Luca (Lucius?), this is the man who held you hostage, why you lying.

Uh-oh. Something is clearly wrong with Jeanne.

...you might even say, she should probably see a doctor. *baddum-ting* (I think she’d prefer to die of consumption)

But it seems to be something she’s suffered from before? Is it her breathing or her throat?

Likely the same sister who lent Domi the collar and chain. Sister has interesting hobbies.

“I was all excited!” Yeah, this game is gonna be called Ha Ha, Surprise, I’m Kinkier Than You.

Point, Vanitas.

But Domi rallies nicely.

This is where we start getting real; Domi doesn’t fuck around when it comes to Noé. But does she really need to threaten to carve out Vanitas’ eye with a knife??

...throw more knives at him, Domi.

This is why you need to learn to keep your mouth shut, Vanitas. (also check the misogyny, I don’t want you to turn into Vincent, please)

She brings up some very good points.

Ooo, and it looks like something she said hit home. ...or one of the knives stabbed him. Nah, the black border means a brief flashback of some kind.

...Vanitas hates the Vampire of the Blue Moon. Well, well.

So why did he take his name?? And his Book???

(omg, did he steal the Book)

He’s cracked. He’s gonna do something stupid and/or reckless.

HE’S GONNA THROW HIMSELF BACKWARD OFF THE BALCONY.

Well, he did say he was gonna get their attention.

(”you’re worried about Vanitas? you should be worried about me.” “no, wait, i mean, i’m here to save vampires. yes. out of the goodness of my bitter heart.”)

The chandelier’s made of bones, it’s a vampire ball, why wouldn’t it be.

Poor Domi’s like, ‘crap, I pushed the punk too far.’

The cajones on this kid.

Like, seriously, isn’t he supposed to be hiding the fact that he’s human...?

This is revenge for always wandering off and disappearing, Noé.

The gloves are coming off again and this time it’s not a bluff.

Holy crap, that’s a lot more extensive than I thought it’d be. Looks a lot like the moon and spider-webbed sky above Altus Paris, doesn’t it? And this mark is lower on his arm than we saw earlier.

Actually, let’s go back and compare. This is from chapter 4 --

So in chapter 4, we saw marks on his left arm. But...is it the same kind of mark? And how many marks does he have?

Branding is something you do to livestock.

The eyes look like the moon look like the brand. (ha, how much you want to bet the moon over Altus Paris is red and Vanitas’ mark is blue)

And the hourglass is front and center once again. He wears that thing for a reason and that reason is connected to the Vampire of the Blue Moon.

So was he really granted some kind of power, or is this another bluff? Then again, the power could be the ability to use the Book.

I’m starting to think the Vampire of the Blue Moon isn’t the only one who hates vampires...

(”fighting monsters is best left to other monsters”)

I would not trust a doctor who looked at me with a face like that, i’m just saying

And now this crusade to save the vampires makes much more sense.

In doing this, not only will Vanitas get the pleasure of having the vampires he’s curing at his mercy, but with each vampire he saves he sticks it to the Vampire of the Blue Moon.

This was never a charitable cause. This is a fuck you to the entire world, the original Vanitas in particular.

Everyone: “oh shit, this guy’s even crazier than we thought.”

Did he...not mean to say that part out loud...? Or did he see something in the crowd?

Guess we find out next chapter! Which is -- HERE.

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #noe archiviste #vanitas #vanitas liveblog

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taronfanfic · 7 years ago

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ABER

Chapter 3

Where to start with a brand new blog is such an open-ended decision for someone as indecisive as me to make. So I’m not going to have a start. No back-story, no ‘these are my aims’, nothing. You’ll pick the basics up along the way so all I’m going to say is that I’m currently sat in Central Park and it’s gloriously sunny today. Jet lag is a bitch and I’ve been up since 5am but on the plus side I’ve seen a plethora of adorable dogs going for morning walks and an even better looking array of New York’s dog owning men. Win!

I suppose I should thank my travelling companion, David (not his real name because he’d put me on the next flight home if I did that!), for letting me tag along and see the world. He won’t be featuring much in the tourist side of this trip because he’s one of those fortunate bastards who get to travel the world and call it ‘work’. I on the other hand ditched my job last week and plan on running my savings into my overdraft and beyond. So David, when you read this later on, expect me to be asking for a loan imminently…

We’d joked about this blog being the things you don’t see on TripAdvisor, but I’m totally going to go there. No one ever posts a review about the comfort of the sofa in a 5 star hotel suite but I can let you all know that I was pleasantly surprised. Perfect length, could have done with a bit of extra width but that’s probably more noticeable when you’re lying facing David, lording it up in his king sized bed. Nope, not jealous in the slightest. I also totally stole his pillow chocolate and then denied all knowledge of there ever being two in the first place. Sorry, not sorry, but I was still ravenous even after the burger I demolished last night.

Oh my days there’s a French bulldog puppy… THERE’S TWO! Right this is me signing off to go and see if I can adopt a dog for the rest of my stay in NY. (That’s a terrible idea because I won’t be able to say goodbye when we fly down to LA, but David told me to say ‘fuck it!’ in life and go for it, so this one’s on him. Ha!)

I was thinking about signing off with my bank balance so you can watch it diminish with me, but that would get too depressing too quickly, so instead I’m going to stick with part of my blog tagline.

Below Average Dancing Queen (BADQ for short) X

“I bloody love this already!” Taron exclaimed as you showed him your first draft attempt over lunch.

“You don’t mind being mentioned?”

“No, it’s cool. Just don’t put in any details about what my work involves and I’m happy to stay as the mysterious travel companion.” He smiled as he passed your phone back to you.

“Good… I’m going to have to watch what I write about you if you’ll be reading this. No moaning about when you’ve left the bathroom in a state!” You joked.

“Hey, I can be tidy when I need to be! … Don’t censor yourself on my account though. If you want to show me any of it then great, but this is like an extension to your journal and I wouldn’t go reading that so I’m happy to leave you to it. Your blog, your experiences.”

“It was your idea though, so as long as you’re sure?”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I trust you. This is your thing now and it’s going to be great!”

“Thanks, T.”

“You’ve not called me that for years!” He beamed before taking a sip of his drink and you found yourself blushing slightly.

“It’s been years since we’ve spent this much time together.”

“I know, it’s nice though. I like having you around. It was making me reminisce this morning about how you’ve kind of drifted in and out of my life over the years, reminding me of when I first got together with Jessica and it was a bit like two for the price of one because I got an old friend back too.”

“I was wondering where you were going with the two for the price of one thing there! Could have been dodgy!”

“Cheeky threesome.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“In your dreams!”

“Oh there have been many!” He looked down to his watch. “I can’t stay for too much longer I’m afraid, my meetings start again in 10 minutes so I’ll see you back in the hotel later.” Taron stood up and placed a quick kiss to your cheek on his way out of the café. “Don’t go adopting any dogs this afternoon!” You laughed to yourself as you unlocked your phone and posted your first blog post. It was a weird feeling setting something like that free for potentially the whole world to see. Realistically a handful of strangers would stumble upon it if you were lucky but blogging fame wasn’t exactly your aim. It was just nice to have somewhere to keep your memories and photos together; and somewhere to bash out your conflicting feelings about how seriously you should be taking Taron’s flirting, especially now you knew he wouldn’t be reading it.

You spent a few hours walking the streets of New York and taking in some of the main tourist attractions. With the rest of the week ahead of you there was no need to rush so when a wave of tiredness hit you trudged back to the hotel and crashed out on the sofa for a quick nap. It wasn’t the alarm on your phone that woke you, but the feel of a blanket being placed over your body.

“Shit, sorry.” Taron whispered from above you as you sleepily opened your eyes. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“What time is it?”

“6:20pm.”

“Urgh, ok. I shouldn’t sleep anymore else I won’t be tired later.” You groaned as you sat up and stretched out your arms and legs.

“You also should have slept in the bed, it’s way more comfortable… I’m going to insist on it later.”

“I’m fine.”

“So you keep saying, but I’ve never known anyone turn down a cosy spooning opportunity…” Taron replied as he turned away from you, not giving you chance to take in his expression and see if he was kidding or not. “When was your last time?”

“Spooning?” You questioned back sleepily as your mind ticked over and wondered if he was really asking about sex instead.

“Yes, spooning. Wake up, princess!”

“Hey!” You gave him your best grumpy pout as he sat back in the centre of his bed. “It’s been a while…”

“Like 6 months?”

“Is that what you count as a while?”

“Longer!? A year?” Taron questioned in surprise.

“Getting nearer…”

“Y/N!”

“What!? I told you I’ve been living under a depressing rock in Aber for way too long, I don’t know what you expect!”

“No, no. I didn’t mean it like it was a bad thing, I’m just surprised that’s all. I kinda figured you’d been on your way to being settled with someone and then it didn’t work out, hence the stuck-at-home-ness.”

“I wish! Even with the not working out part...”

“Well the men of Aber have been letting the side down leaving you on your own for so long! It’s a good job I’m here to wine you, dine you and then bring you back for a cheeky little spoon later!”

“You’re obsessed!”

“I sleep better with someone to cuddle.” Taron replied innocently. “It’ll be nice. Nothing more than that, I promise!”

“Hummm.” You didn’t give him a definite answer either way as you got to your feet and made your way to the shower. “We’ll see.”

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