#sound of drums AND children of earth.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

jack harkness's natural habitat is abandoned warehouses

[thehumanwiki]

rating all NuWho finales based entirely on how cool the titles are

because yea

(putting a read more because this will take a while, lol)

Bad Wolf / The Parting of the Ways

5/10. Bad Wolf is a cool name! For cool ppl! It’s the season’s mystery! It slays! But The Parting of the Ways? That could be used for like, half of the finales in this show. That’s a generic name. Not a fan. It even has one more “the” than it ought to. That’s a tryhard name. (Rose and The Doc don’t even part ways for another season! It’s a LIE!)

Army of Ghosts / Doomsday

6/10. Army of Ghosts! That’s freaky! It catches my attention! I’m interested, Mr. Davies, tell me more about that! Doomsday is also a generic name though. Like it could be used anywhere. It gets more points than S1 however because Doomsday is a very cool word and I like it a lot.

Utopia / The Sound of Drums / Last of the Time Lords

8/10. YES. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THESE TITLES. Utopia? That’s a word that can’t be applied to many other episodes! That’s a memorable word! That’s a fun word! The Sound of Drums? What the hell is so significant about drums?? In a FINALE episode?! There must be something SCANDALOUS about the drums, tell me everything! (And they did! But this isn’t about what happens in the episode this is just how hard the titles fuck.) Last of the Time Lords??? Holy shit! That means we’re delving into that aspect of him specifically, and you can’t duplicate that easily! But more importantly, that sounds cool! Cool names, absolutely W from whoever named RTD’s stuff.

The Stolen Earth / Journey’s End

5.5/10. Same boat as S1, tbh. The Stolen Earth? Excellent, no notes. Journey’s End sounds generic af though. But I gave it a half point lead because Journey’s End has the Vibes more than The Parting of the Ways, lol.

The Pandorica Opens / The Big Bang

8/10. Yea I see the vision Mr. Moffat, I see you. Love what you’ve done with the place btw. Like, neither title is generic! And both are super interesting! Look honestly I forget how to do commentary I’m just one sleep deprived fan who likes Vibes they just slap OK

The Wedding of River Song

9/10. Oh. Oh yes. Oh I am LOVING this. Nothing gets me going like seeing a wedding that is somehow the culmination of a high stakes season. Like, how is there a wedding there?! And. River Song is there? Do you promise? 🥺

The Name of the Doctor / The Day of the Doctor / The Time of the Doctor

6/10. OK I’m honestly not sure which ones are finales or not, but y’know what? The name matching is fun. I like that. That is good. But besides the first one, these are p generic episode names. Sorry.

Dark Water / Death in Heaven

8/10. Dark Water is a p good episode name. It’s not the most interesting, but I like it. BUT ***DEATH IN HEAVEN***?! Now THAT is a finale title! I have never SEEN such a title! THAT is an IMMACULATE title! SPLENDID!

Heaven Sent / Hell Bent

10/10. The matching names? The rhyming? The low-key religious theming? The ominous nature? EXCELLENT. No notes Mr. Moffat. Great vibes.

World Enough and Time / The Doctor Falls

9/10. I would give this striaght up 10/10 if I could figure out what “World Enough and Time” meant. The vibes are perfect but like. What does it mean 😭 And The Doctor Falls??? OH MY ATTENTION HAS BEEN GRABBED BY THE THROAT DO GO ON PLS—

The Battle of Ranskoor av Kolos

4/10. Kolos? What is this, Pokémon XY? Anyways, I feel like this is just dialogue that would be said in passing in a sci-fi novel that everyone forgets. Sorry 😞

Ascension of the Cybermen / The Timeless Children

7/10. Cybermen are OK. It’s a fine title, I have nothing against it. The Timeless Children??? The vibes are just SPLENDID here. Especially because it’s a Bad Wolf situation where it’s like “hey wait a fucking minute I’ve heard that somewhere else—” Good stuff! W for Chris.

Chapter Six: The Vanquishers

6.5/10. Adding chapter to the title does make it automatically cooler, so that’s a bonus half point right there. Otherwise, it’s neat. Like it’s good. The vibes are fine and I like them, but not THAT fine, y’know?

The Legend of Ruby Sunday / Empire of Death

7/10. Look, even if it’s not generic, anything with “death” in the title *feels* generic. The Legend of Ruby Sunday still saves this tho, because I am INTERESTED, girl. TELL ME EVERYTHING

In conclusion, episode titles peaked with Capaldi.

[arcadia-smith]

I'm finally publishing this. Part one is gonna be a short one.

(There are gonna be dark things happening later on).

Simon Riley x Reader

The Interpreter's Prayer.

Part 1

The bomb's whisper reached you first — a tremor through stone and soil, rippling like waves across a silent sea, before the sound ever touched the air.

Your gaze drifted across the room, finally settling on Basma Jazeem and her little ones, Sayid and Noor. They huddled in the corner like frightened birds in a storm, her lips brushing their ears with whispered words, and for a heartbeat, your eyes met hers — two women caught in the same tempest.

Basma was the key to unlocking their salvation, the wife of Nasir — a man whose soul had long since turned to ash. She'd struck a devil's bargain with the Task Force: her husband's downfall in exchange for wings to fly to American shores.

"Two hours until rescue team reaches us." Simon's voice broke through your thoughts as he settled beside you, his frame melting against the wall.

Lieutenant Riley had planted the seeds of this mission in your mind.

You speak Arabian and wear a woman's skin, he'd said, as if these were magical incantations. You'd nodded, believing Basma would open her heart to a sister rather than bunch of bulky men.

Now regret bloomed in your chest like desert flowers after rain. The abandoned building stood like a skeleton against the city's edge, while you waited for rescue and Nasir circled like a hungry wolf.

As an interpreter, you were a creature of quiet rooms and careful words, of interrogations conducted behind safe walls. The field was foreign soil, and this mission had watered those seeds of doubt.

"What stories does she tell?" Simon's voice pulled at your attention like a gentle tide. He sensed your unease like a storm on the horizon, but his faith in rescue burned bright as a lighthouse flame.

Your eyes lingered on the mother and her children, watching their faces glow in the dim light before you released a breath. "She tells them of Sinbad the Sailor, a tale of—"

"I know it by heart," Simon's words danced over yours like leaves in wind. "Mia won't sleep without it."

A smile curved your lips as you nodded. "I didn't think you knew the story."

Simon drew you close, his arm around your shoulders like a warm blanket against the night. "I'm always there, just in the doorway when you read to her. Never touched the pages myself, but those words are etched in my soul."

Words died on your tongue as another explosion shattered the air — closer now, its fury rattling windows and bones alike.

Nasir's shadow stretched longer, darker, reaching for you with smoky fingers.

Simon stood up, his hand extending toward you- a lifeline in chaos. "We need to find more secure ground." His voice carried the weight of steel, of certainty.

Basma's eyes found yours across the room, and your tongue shaped her language, Arabic flowing like water over stones. She rose like a startled deer, gathering her children close like precious gems to her breast.

Simon's rifle settled against him, an extension of will and bone. His eyes met yours one last time, a thousand words compressed into a heartbeat, before he led the way into darkness.

You became the rear guard, watching Basma and her little ones move like shadows before you, their feet whispering secrets to the floor. Your own steps fell into rhythm with their dance of survival.

The third explosion came like thunder breaking earth, so close it made the world tremble. Your heartbeat became a war drum in your ears, and your fingers found your weapon with the familiarity of an old friend.

Then- voices. Rough Arabic cut through the air like knives, each word a testament to how close Nasir's hounds had drawn. Your mind translated automatically: sweep the building... find them... alive if possible...

Simon froze ahead, his raised hand a monument in the half-light. You all became statues, breathing fear and tasting destiny on your tongues.

"Find somewhere to hide." Simon's words fell soft as snow, deadly as winter. "I'll seek an escape. Shoot if you see even a shadow move." He turned, his eyes finding yours over his shoulder- love spelled in the spaces between breaths.

Then he melted into darkness, becoming one with the shadows he'd always trusted. You guided Basma and her children in the opposite direction, each step a prayer for sanctuary.

The next explosion came like God's fury. The world tilted, spun, threw you into its chaos. Your back found ruins, and dust rained down like gray snow, coating your world in ash. Time stretched as your senses struggled through the fog- vision swimming back through murky waters, the bell in your head slowly fading to whispers.

Rising felt like climbing mountains. Your eyes searched the ruins for Basma and her little ones, hope threading through desperation like gold through stone.

One step forward sent lightning through your ankle. Your teeth found your lip, trapping pain behind them like a secret too dangerous to share.

Then- movement. Voices. Footsteps crushing debris beneath boots that had walked through nightmares. The dust parted like a theater curtain, revealing your worst fears made flesh: Nasir's men, weapons gleaming dull in the half-light.

One held Noor like a broken bird, her tears catching what little light remained.

"Where is the bitch?" English twisted through his accent like barbed wire, each word drawing blood.

Cold metal kissed your spine — a rifle's touch. Your fingers yearned for your weapon, but fate had other plans.

The rifle stock found your skull with the finality of an executioner's ax, and darkness rushed in like an old friend, wrapping you in its velvet embrace.

PART 2

[intuitive-revelations]

The near future in the Doctor Who universe sure gets dire doesn't it? Especially if Mad Jack / Roger ap Gwilliam is still part of history.

I thought I'd have a bit of fun listing things out, combining as many sources as possible. Turns out he fits in shockingly well with what we know. There's a lot missing here or cut out, and for obvious reasons it's very UK / Europe focused, but nonetheless:

[ID: Scene from The Christmas Invasion showing Harriet Jones on BBC News. The news ticker reads "PM HEALTH SCARE", "Unfit for duty?", and references a "SECRET GOVERNMENT MOLE" and a quote: "BLOOD ON [HER HANDS]".]

2006-2021 (obviously the past now, but still noting for the resulting temporal and political butterfly effect) - In the original timeline, Harriet Jones remains Prime Minister for 3 consecutive terms, presumably 15 years assuming no snap election was called, referred to as a 'golden age' [World War Three]. The Tenth Doctor deliberately changes history to cause her deposal [The Christmas Invasion], leading to numerous disastrous terms in the meantime, including those of Harold Saxon [The Sound of Drums et al.], Brian Green (who tried to appease the 456) [Children of Earth], Boris Johnson (an auton host of the Nestene Consciousness) [Rose (novelisation)], and Jo Patterson (responsible for deploying cloned Dalek defence drones in the UK's streets) [Revolution of the Daleks].

[ID: Scene from Revolution of the Daleks. A 'defence drone' Dalek is used to support anti-riot police in a test, dispersing protestors with mock tear gas.]

2010s-2030s - The European Union gradually integrates further, eventually becoming the European Zone / Eurozone, a global superpower which competes with the USA through the 21st century. The UK eventually forms part of the bloc [Trading Futures].

It's likely that Harriet Jones's deposal led to this and related events being delayed or erased, with Brexit (driven by, among others, one of Jones's successors in the new timeline) reducing european unity. Most notably, Ramón Salamander's rise to power occurs now not in the 2010s [The Enemy of the World], but in the 2030s [Doctor Who and the Enemy of the World]. There are other events that are seemingly delayed by ~20 years by changes to the timeline, including future events like the dictatorship of Mariah Learman [The Time of the Daleks, Trading Futures], and yet also possibly past events like the death of Queen Elizabeth II [Battlefield, The Longest Night et al.], which may suggest something else (eg. the Time War) may be responsible.

~2030 - During a time of rising global tensions [73 Yards], Ramón Salamander convinces a group of scientists in an underground shelter endurance experiment that nuclear war has broken out on the surface. They are convinced to generate artificial "natural" disasters to fight back against the enemy. Between this and ongoing climate change, several global food sources collapse as a result, including Canada and Ukraine's corn and flour production [The Enemy of the World].

2031 - Tensions culminate in the "Great Russian War". Despite posturing, not a single nuclear weapon is fired, at least by NATO [73 Yards]. This may be later considered World War III [Trading Futures].

~2032-2035 - Following the war, tensions rise again, now between the Eurozone and the USA [Trading Futures], possibly in reaction to actions (or lack thereof?) taken by NATO during the war [73 Yards]. Both send separate peacekeeping forces to conflict in North Africa. Meanwhile, Italy is engaged in civil war [Trading Futures].

[ID: Scene from The Enemy of the World, showing Ramón Salamander.]

Over the decade, Ramón Salamander rises in power in the World Zone Authority, using his patented "Sun Store" satellite technology to aid the growth of crops by controlling sunlight over agricultural regions. In the background, he murders and blackmails officials to place loyalists into powerful positions, with the goal of ruling over the World Zone Authority as a dictator. Salamander's treachery is later discovered and he disappears [The Enemy of the World].

2037 - 2042 - Several militia declare wars of Independence from the USA. Notably, Phoenix, Arizona is destroyed in a terrorist attack. While the country largely persists after the conflicts, some territories seem to successfully secede - with, for example, a Montana Republic seemingly being in existence in 2054 [Alien Bodies].

2038 - The World Zones Accord is signed. This is later considered to have reduced the United Nations to a 'joke' compared with the World Zone Authority [Alien Bodies]. Given the extensive power it gives to the WZA, this was likely originally part of Salamander's plan, but due to his disappearance he is not around to reap the rewards [The Enemy of the World].

2039 - A group of Mexican astronauts studying minerals on the Moon go missing [Kill the Moon].

~2030s - 2040s - The Earth begins to experience major climate change effects, including "appalling storm conditions" which harm agriculture [The Waters of Mars]. The ice caps melt and flood much of the Earth [K9] with nations like the Netherlands ending up entirely flooded [St Anthony's Fire]. Some regions experience corrosive acid rain [Cat's Cradle: War Head, Strange Loops]. One summer sees Britain experience a 22 week drought. At this time, the Eurozone closes its borders to millions of North African and Baltic Sea refugees [Hothouse]. This time period may be known as the "Oil Apocalypse" [The Waters of Mars].

[ID: Scene from K9 Episode 13: Aeolian. Big Ben stands in the middle of a colossal storm of wind and rain.]

With Earth's ecosystems collapsing [Davros], humanity begin to realise it's facing extinction [The Waters of Mars]. An artificial cooling agent is spread in the atmosphere to semi-successfully combat the effects, but leads to dramatic side-effects, including freezing some areas of the globe. This is known as the "Great Cataclysm" [K9].

2041 - A three-human team, including Adelaide Brooke, lands on Mars for the first time [The Waters of Mars]. However, with this accomplishment, and increasing turbulence on Earth, Humanity gradually loses interest in space exploration [Kill the Moon].

Before 2045 - Around this time, the UK falls into a dictatorship ruled by the "Director", head of a military council that has allegedly (secretly?) controlled the government since 2028 [Britain Protests]. It is possible that this Director was previously the "Minister of War" for previous governments [Before the Flood].

2045 - The World Zones Authority evolves into a World Government, with Nikita Bandranaik being elected President. The UK is not part of the organisation [This is 2065].

2046-2050s - The Director is overthrown [Down with the Director] and the rest of the government "collapses in shame" [73 Yards]. Some of the revolutionaries celebrate now being "masters of [their] own country" [Down with the Director]. Despite the hopes of the World Government for international integration, this nationalistic streak continues.

[ID: Scene from 73 Yards. Roger ap Gwilliam, with an Albion Party ribbon on his chest declares victory on BBC News, live from Kennington High in London. Headline reads "LANDSLIDE VICTORY FOR ALBION PARTY: Majority of 92 predicted. Roger ap Gwilliam declared Prime Minister."]

Roger ap Gwilliam is elected Prime Minister, with the far-right nationalistic Albion Party gaining a majority of 92 MPs [73 Yards]. While his government does take the step to officially join the World Government senate [Down with the Director], he seeks greater independence from other nations. One of his first actions is to expand the UK's nuclear arsenal, purchasing missiles from Pakistan and withdrawing from NATO. In his term, the world is brought to the brink of nuclear war [73 Yards], likely in the pre-2050s "Euro Wars" [The Time of the Daleks].

In this time, the "Department", a (private?) multinational security organisation is born, based primarily in the UK. They gain broad powers, which they use to control populations with propaganda and use of "CCPC"s: robotic law enforcement notorious for their surveillance and brutality. Despite its recent revolution, the country is rendered practically a police state [K9].

[ID: Scene from K9 Episode 1: Regeneration. CCPCs, hulking police robots, march down a dark alley.]

2049 - The Moon starts to dramatically gain mass, causing massive tides on the Earth, flooding entire cities. In a last ditch at survival, humanity plans to try and destroy the Moon using an array of nuclear bombs. Despite the people of Earth being offered the vote on what to do by turning off their lights, it appears the decision is made on a national level, with lights going off grid-by-grid. Nonetheless, the Moon is allowed to hatch, leaving behind a new less massive egg "moon" with minimal further destruction [Kill the Moon].

[ID: Scene from Kill the Moon. The Moon hatches in the background, as the TARDIS stands by the sea.]

Humanity's interest in space exploration returns [Kill the Moon], starting a new space race. Among these projects, Australia begins constucting a space elevator, Spain a project called "SpaceLink", while Germany and Russia each begin a series of new Moon missions. The Philippines are rumoured to be planning their own landing on Mars [The Waters of Mars].

~2050 - The UK Government (ap Gwilliam's?) is couped once more, by General Mariah Learman. With the King's permission, elections are suspended for at least a couple years, with her ruling over a "benevolent dictatorship". She is later abducted and forcibly mutated by the Daleks [The Time of the Daleks]. Despite the previous description, her promotion of Shakespeare in schools is remembered as the only good thing about her rule [Trading Futures]. (Note: As mentioned prior, it's likely that Learman's rule may have been delayed as Salamander's was. This is suggested by the mention of her in Trading Futures, set seemingly ~2030s or earlier, despite The Time of the Daleks taking place around the 2050s.)

~2050s - The Gravitron is built on the new Moon. This is used to artificially control the tides and weather [The Moonbase]. It likely also is intended to study and monitor the new Moon for future changes [Kill the Moon].

[ID: Scene from The Moonbase, giving an external shot of the base.]

2058 - 2059 - Bowie Base One is established: humanity's first colony on another planet and an international collaboration between the UK, USA, Russia, Germany, Turkey, South Korea, Lithuania, Australia, and Pakistan. One year later, it is mysteriously destroyed in a deliberately triggered nuclear explosion. In the original timeline, there were no survivors. However, after the interference of the Time Lord Victorious, the true story is eventually told on Earth. Regardless "a veil of darkness" sweeps over the planet over the next few years. [The Waters of Mars], as international tensions heat up once more... [Total Eclipse of the Heart].

[ID: Scene from The Waters of Mars, showing an internet news website. Various articles appear focused on the Bowie Base One incident, including "SURVIVORS STORY - BROOKE SAVED EARTH", "THE MYTHICAL DOCTOR", "BROOKE'S HEROIC ACTIONS SAVE EARTH", and "HOW THE COUPLE ESCAPED MARS". The feature image shows the two survivors: Yuri Kerenski and Mia Bennett.]

2060s - The "Great War" breaks out on Earth, involving every country on Earth. This is likely World War IV. Details are vague, but it ultimately ends in a ceasefire, when it's realised the conflict is risking Earth's habitability [Total Eclipse of the Heart].

[s-4pphics]

moth. (e.w.)

Protected by the Crest. Guarded by light. 

𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓤𝓔

SYNOPSIS: knights of the devil, you all are to be conquered. 

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

WARNINGS: vampire!ellie, vampirekiller!oc, a lot to come FUCK, violence… so blood(drinking), death, murder, gore, suicide, religion briefly, cult-ish bindings, ellie's coven is so cunt, mentions of witchcraft, future tags: hypnosis, abducting, crazy smut

teaser.

1927

Dawn. Combat. Nightfall. Rest. 

Dawn. Combat. Nightfall. Rest. 

The cycle formed over the last decade has revolutionized you. It is all you know; the only remainder of solace you have in this dastard domain. The older you've grown, the more burials you attend. For strangers, for comrades. For children who have been brutalized and left to rot like swine. All enacted by the Devils that lurk in darkness. Radicalization overcame your senses; first writhed beneath your bones at the age of thirteen when intent to kill the Earth’s torturers flourished within you. Welcomed your stout standing with an offered, sharply angled wood. You have read. You have fought. You have been scarred and beaten bloody by the Overseers; suffered numerous nights of unrest due to the wails of your comrades under their scrutiny. 

Another burial, another Overseer. A prime Hunter that controls your underground dominion, trapped trenches below civilization that beam with only candlelight and the creeping rays of the flaming sun.

Protected by the Crest. Guarded by light. 

The lines you march alongside your comrades are congruous; heads covered with black hoods, dozens of silver-soled heels echoing against the tunnel walls. Not one Hunter out of place. Gruesome symmetry. The narrow halls of the tunnel spread into a perfect sphere near its end. Hunters due their promotion disperse along the widening space, encircling the flaming Crest in the center of the chamber. Both rows of teeth are inseparable; a dull ache in your jaw. 

Your heartbeat is reminiscent of drums. Each step is calculated. A second of delay, and… your brain cannot fathom the consequences. 

Rows of comrades enclose and tighten, standing strong before the risen floors where the Overseers inspect their battalion, hoods removed and insignia burning through their black capes. You sneak glances at them despite the rules of a downcast gaze in their presence; no longer than a second. Their years of battle have overtaken their appearance; gray drapes of wool that cascade their shoulders, creases by the eyes and mouth, hands that tremor. 

“Rise.” 

Necks crane until straightened. Palms raise for the Uncovering, hoods pushed until they lay flat at the peak of spines. The first time your heads have seen the unnatural light of the underground. Your Overseer from your recruitment has been replaced with anew; woman, tall and eyes as kind as a doe, but just as ruthless, just as conniving as he. Her lips spread around her white teeth, somehow more venomous than the ghouls that taunt the lands. 

“Welcome to the commencement of our Prodigies.” 

Despite you being only three rows from the raised platform, the Overseer sounds miles away. The rushing in your ears; the thumping in your chest is intruding. 

“You are all here to be recognized for your efforts. You should be proud of choosing the path of righteousness. Your dedication does not go unnoticed, and today marks the finality of your attainment.” 

“We bless you all with our thanks. For this night embarks society’s next generation of Hunters. You have all accepted your duty as a protector. A leader. A virtuous soldier for our Lord.” 

“The battle against Demons will be unkind… Many will be lost, but after years of sacrifice, use this night as a celebration of your bravery…” 

Silence. Then a seized breath. Faulting from an Overseer is unforeseen. 

“It may be your last chance to witness a night of peace… Of unity.” 

Her sudden somber timbre jostles your comrades, backs stiffened under their cloaks. Empathy: considered a display of weakness from your leaders. 

The winds of the tunnel shifted, aimed to suffocate. 

“Live as kings for this last night. Eat, drink… dance if you must. Because come dawn, you will abandon comfort, and return to the higher lands where anguish awaits.” 

One overseer, the man closest to the orator, extends a black, velvet pillow to her. A silver chain dangles from her wrinkled hands; a Hunters pendant, bordering a lit flame. 

“As the world’s Hunters, you will be honored with our sanctuary’s Crest. This will be your protection against the Lustful… They have demonstrated a great deal of power as they develop… Their spread is alarming… To even us.” 

“Do not fall victim to their allure. Their only desire is our demise. Deceit is their only weapon… But it will never compare to the light in your hearts.” 

Rumors have spread through the training grounds; ones of Hunters, Overseers, being blinded by their darkest desires. Controlled by the Devil’s knights to turn against each other. Entranced by pleasure, by riches. By immortality. Their desperation of becoming the rulers of society, tyrants of the land, past the seas… Brought them to their end. Many believed they were created to birth disarray — distrust between comrades. You, still, are not sure what to believe. 

“… All of your souls are blessed… Even in death.” 

Your palm rests over your pounding heart in oath recitation, promising to die for the cause of freedom. For humanity. The remainder of the ceremony hazes as cloaked patrons emerge from the depths of the cave as the Overseers disperse, dressing prideful Hunters with their pendants. They hang perfectly at the center of the sternum, the flames roaring the closer it lays to the heart. 

Your eyes do not wither from the ground, even with the silver shoes before you that penetrate the dirt. An Overseer is not often chosen to promote a Hunter, but she — the orator — blesses you. The heft of your pendant weighs heavy on your shoulders. You sigh a breath of relief at the glow behind metal. 

“Protected by the Crest. Guarded by light.” You say, dismissing your shock with a hand on your chest.

“Guarded, you are…” 

Her declaration is barely a whisper. She pauses, trembling pupils entangled with the glow of your chain, hypnotized by its glimmer. 

“Child.” 

You remain indifferent at her condemnation, against the gulp from your throat. She inspects your stance with the strength of a stalking lion before vanishing, cape gusting up dryness from below. 

“Someone’s special.” 

A hushed snark airs from behind you. Made to be a laughingstock for your comrades once again. But you are not 13. All naivety has been torn from your consciousness, and your vacancies are filled with revenge. 

The cave, for the first time since your recruitment, is undisciplined. Bass from the celebratory drums. Laughter… Laughter from your comrades, Overseers, patrons you recall from passing as they cheers with the finest wine. Intimidation and constraint are no longer. And still, you take no part in true fellowship. Jollity is forbidden. Leisure is forbidden. Benevolence is forbidden. You, and others amongst —children— were trained to hunt. To slain those who left the world in shatters. A morphed weapon of justice.

A laid hand on your shoulder makes you jolt, left frozen when you're met with the orator from the commencement. 

Come, she whispers, and you follow her path through the tunnels of the cave. She retrieves a lantern from the cavity floors and leads you to its corners, deep and untouched. Never once have you seen an Overseer smile, but she is. A pitiful one. 

“Why do you worry, Child?” 

“I do not worry,” You bite more than needed, “And I am not a child.” 

She takes no offense, “Pardon me. Why do you worry, Hunter?” Her tone is mocking, and your blood churns. 

One slip of tongue could earn a blade in your chest. You self-soothe with the foggy air expanding in your lungs. Your agitation calms, only briefly. 

“I do not worry,” Easier on the ears, “I am believed to be more than prepared—“

“There is no preparation against the Devils.” The hiss of a viper, her mouth turned down in dissatisfaction of your attitude. Your brows pinch. 

“Why have you brought me here?” 

Her chest rises and falls and her hands interlock. 

“Do you know your history, Hunter?” 

“It is all I’ve ever known, Master.” You retort with similar irreverence.

“Not the history of the Devils, you imbecile. You. Do you know of your lineage?” 

Your head rattles, “Surely not… A-All outside knowledge of history is forbidden. That is all we’ve ever been taught—“

“Shame on your mother for leaving you useless.” 

Her slander resonates through the tunnel and your conscience dissolves. The blade you always wield in your sheath presses against the throat of your superior, indented around the aged skin.

“I did not follow you to be defamed,” You rebuke with bared teeth, “Do not speak of my mother.” 

“What spirit…” Others would not blink twice at the mention of their family, dead or alive. 

“The Devils starve, Child.” She whispers. 

“What.” 

“They starve… Desperation grows within them as they migrate. They kill anything they can.” Distress grows in her face as she blathers. “Black magic. I have seen its bounds before my eyes. They have tormented and feasted on the blood of your ancestors! The controller of all Devils… She waits to enslave the last of your name—“

“I HAVE NO NAME!” 

Why must she lie? Why are you only hearing of this now? She lies. A shout that cracks through the underground. 

“Your lineage is most susceptible to the curse! You…” 

Tears hang from your lashes before splintering your cheeks. Panic-struck heaves hit your leader’s, her flyways brushing against her nose.

“They’ll torture you, Child.”

Sympathy. Survival. There is no difference. 

“What does it matter?” You whisper painfully, and your blade drops to your side, weeps unmasked. “So many have died before me. I-I do—“

“Your mother was one of us.”

Her wails are quiet and urgent.

“Ask… pray for her guidance.” 

“Mas—“

The Overseer advantages the weakness of your wrist; snags your blade from between your fingertips and glides the edge across her jugular, maroon coating her hands as she chokes on her own blood, her eyes glazing as she slides down the wall. You holler, knees weakening when her gargling form collapses into your arms. Life drains from her eyes with every exclamation you throw to the Heavens. You shout for help, but the depths are too narrow. 

No one comes. 

-

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You, by the grace of your Lord, somehow managed to flee the concaves without being spotted by your commune, cloak submerged in blood that is masked by its darkness. Anxiety forged in the pit of your stomach; unable to return to your base for the last peaceful rest, you ran. You cowered. Just when you believed it was out of your nature. 

An Overseer committed suicide, and you were the only witness. 

You went to your chambers after the accident—warning? — stuffed what you could into your satchel, and escaped the iron gates of your former home. Scaled them like a rabid hyena until your bandaged soles combined with tall greenery. The scene of never-ending land doesn’t ease your nerves, but you sprint until your lungs burn and your legs give out. 

Your path is blind, but your end is near. 

All fingers point at you. 

The greatest form of betrayal. 

The lifeblood of the wealthy always curdles: from concealed shame. From ego. From both; It always leaves a sour film over her tongue. Despairing times. The rosewood floors are bathed in red as the last breaths of her victim shake through her bedroom. A beautiful one, she was; dressed in skirts and stockings that ripped at the lightest touch. 

Blood drips down from Ellie’s mouth to the collar of her unbuttoned shirt, stains seeping into the crew of her undershirt. Barely any effort was needed to lure them all in. Desperation makes obscenity much sweeter. 

A knock erupts from the other side of her door before a sugary utterance echoes, “May I come in?” 

Ellie scoffs at the pester. 

“You may…” She replies.

The door opens, and she’s met with soft eyes twinkling with brown and burgundy. 

Her brow arches, “Not.” She concludes.

The raven-haired girl squints playfully and shuts the door behind her, “Hush, now,” Her strides are strong and assertive, puddles of red soaking the bottom of her heels. 

“Quite the mess,” she mutters at the scene with an upturned nose, “It smells.” 

“Who am I to complain?” 

“The only one that complains,” Her soft hands land on Ellie’s shoulders, and she sighs, taking in the worn appearance of her partner: under eyes darkened and sunk in, dry lips, voice hoarse.

“I bare news.” Dina whispers. 

Ellie curls a tweel of black hair around her finger, “Hm?” 

Dina leans in close, arms locking around the back of her lover’s neck, lips brushing Ellie’s ear. 

“Our little flower is on the loose.” 

Ellie’s body locks, and pressure grows in her fangs. “Liar.” She gasps.

“Nuh uh,” A kiss is planted to the corner of her stained mouth, “Word is she’s fled the sanctuary. Searches are apparently ongoing.” 

“Where.” Ellie presses. 

“Not sure… I came to ask if we should plan for her… arrival while the ladies are away.” Dina suggests with a conniving smirk. 

Ellie’s lips curl dangerously around her sharp teeth, a blinding white. She lifts her darling off the ground, spinning her in celebration as she squeals, droplets of evidence seeping deeper into the floorboards. 

“Absolutely.” 

wittle taglist :3 HIII DEAR: @elliewilliamsblunt

[miguelhugger2099]

Origins

Summary: How you and Miguel came to be the Goddess of Life and God of Death/ First meeting Part 2 from Snowfall. I caved. Next Miguel x Fem!Reader, Fluff, proofread but eh, Word Count: 1,497

Trillions of years ago, when Mother Earth had come to, she decided to birth two beings of life and death.

You were born from a pearl that had washed up on shore after a tsunami, where the sun had shone directly on you upon your birth. You woke up on the beach, the waters splashing on your feet to wake you. You looked around to see no one there except the drum of life beating under your hands. You felt Mother Earth speaking to you, whispering in your ears. Conceived from the water and delivered by the sun, you began your duty as the Goddess of Life, creating new and exciting things to occupy the area.

Miguel had been born right after you, always a loyal one. Birthed from a single stray petal of a marigold flower that had died during a volcanic eruption. He rose from the ashes and obsidian around him and some of it was sticking to his skin. He groaned as he felt the cataclysmic energy burning in his palms while Mother Earth spoke to him. Deeming him the God of Death who would oversee the afterlife and send the energy back to her to be reused again.

Rather than considering the two of you as her children, she classed you as separate entities, gods on the same level as her, tied to your duties with the powers you held. While she gave energy, you would form that energy to create life and then it would eventually be passed to Miguel who would preserve that energy in death and send it back to Mother Earth. You and Miguel still found it more comfortable to praise Mother Earth as a higher being since she had given both of you life. Thus, you two lived your life as servants of her, tending to her and eventually working with humans.

For the longest time, you and Miguel had never crossed paths. For eons, you both had been harnessing and practicing your newfound power, like baby steps for humans. While you worked on creating small insects and fruits, Miguel had been turning some of your plants into poisonous ones and accidentally creating diseases amongst animals. It's not his fault everything he touches turns for the worst!

The moment you had met was the moment neither of you would ever forget.

Humans had just started to be born, a small project Mother Earth had been conjuring up with you. A family was beginning to start with two sets of grandparents, the mother and father and their newborn baby girl. You had been overseeing this family, making sure everything was in check and that the seasons were warm enough for the babe to arrive.

Finally, the baby had been born after hours of labor, the sounds of cheers across the room while the mother was handed her baby. The mother cooed at her child and you watched next to her with soft eyes, having been keeping watch over this family for generations now. You held your hands over the baby's small body and prepared yourself to send your blessings of fertility and prosperity.

Suddenly, you felt a shift in your chest like something interrupting your ritual. You looked down at the baby with worry, wondering what could've happened. The mother and father had noticed a difference in the baby's behavior. She stood still and her little body never even began breathing after just a few seconds of being born. You took a step back, nearly crumbling at the sight. What was going to happen to her now?

Before you succumbed to madness, you saw a large hand hold the baby's head from behind you. You gasped and turned your head to see the God of Death for the first time. His eyes were neutral and unwavering even as he gently helped pull her soul out her body and cradled her in his arms. You watched with a bated breath and confusion in your eyes as the baby fell asleep in his embrace. You looked back up at his face to see he was still looking down at the child.

“Stillborn. She was never going to make it,” He explained softly. His voice was mellow and calm despite how deep it was. He turned to look at you and felt your breath being taken away. His eyes were somber and not all there in the present but they held a softness to it for a grim reaper. His eyes were red. What a beautiful color. “I'm sorry.”

He apologized for ruining this even though it wasn't his fault. He was just simply the collector. The family had begun to sob, clutching their baby and weeping for the universe to bring her back. They became angry at death, questioning why she had to die.

He had heard their insults and knitted his eyebrows together with a purse of his lips. He took a small breath before walking out of the home to send the child to the afterlife. You took another look at the family, deciding you had done what you could and left to follow the God of Death.

“Wait!” You called out, stopping just a few steps behind him. His back faced you but he paused when he heard your voice. His black silk robe fluttered in the breeze as he waited for you to insult and berate him.

“Thank you.” You sighed. He turned to look at you over his shoulder with disbelief. You walked up to him and raised your hand to place it on his arm when he faced you completely. He flinched back before you could and became defensive.

“For what?” His tone was on guard, not trusting you quite yet. You approached him again regardless, placing one hand on his bicep and the other to caress the baby's cheek. You looked down at her sleeping form, peacefully resting in his arms.

“For caring about her.”

He could've very well just ripped her soul painfully out her body, dragging whatever it was to the afterlife with little regard, but he held her as if she was still alive. He continued to hold her and lead her soul somewhere with someone at her side rather than doing it alone.

His mouth had slightly parted in surprise. He had never thought that the Goddess of Life would ever appreciate his efforts. It's why he's always avoided you. He thought you would think of him soiling your creations, ruining all things good by touching them. So he just watched you create from afar, admiring your work and your smile. Doing the dirty work while you weren't looking to protect your lack of knowledge about the afterlife.

You looked up to face him with that same smile and if he had a heart, it would skip a beat. For the first time, he got to see the way your eyelashes batted up at him and that there were a few sparkles in the rim of your eye color. You were more beautiful up close than he thought. He took the time to drink in your features, darting from the dip of your nose to the shape of your eyebrows and the curve of your lips.

He felt warmer and that alone was strange. His eyes glanced down at your hand on his arm where he figured out it was you making him warmer. It was comfortable and he…liked it. He saw the sun set behind you, giving you a soft glow on the curves of your cheeks and hair, the breeze gently flowing through. He took a step back, almost fearful of the power your beauty was gaining over him. He knew he'd soon crave your warmth again but his job came first.

“You're… you're welcome,” He muttered bashfully. “I have to…take her now.” Gesturing to the baby and you nodded, looking at him with amusement.

“Okay.” You giggled and he turned and looked away to hide his cheeks despite not being able to blush.

“Take care.” He looked at you behind his shoulder. Your heart swelled at the shy look on his face and you waved goodbye, feeling good about this interaction.

“I hope to see you again, my lord.”

“…Likewise, my lady.”

That night, you could not get his charming eyes out of your mind. Your hands dug into the damp soil, humming your power into the ground to come up with a new creation.

You carefully began sculpting your project, stretching out the stem and creating a bountiful amount of petals to create a new flower.

You had the image of the petals being the same color as his eyes–a gorgeous ruby red, with the stems being covered in tiny thorns much like his guarded personality. When you were done, the piece had been turned into a proper flower brimming with life and ready to be planted into Mother Earth. You decided to call it a rose–a flower humans would eventually associate with love and romance.

A/N: im not AS proud of this as the first one but i still wanted to write this little au anyway just to post something teehee

[writingsully]

A birthday to remember

Kaltxì, everyone 🤌🫴

These are my first headcanons on this account. If you have any tips, feel free to let me know :)

Summary: you never expected to celebrate your birthday on Pandora, but your friends have a nice surprise for you.

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Your birthday used to be a very special day to you back on earth. This birthday however, you weren't on earth; you were on Pandora.

You knew that the Na'vi don't celebrate birthdays, so you were expecting your birthday to be a day like every other.

Except for the Sully and Metkayina kids. They planned a nice surprise for you.

They knew how special this day was for you and because you were good friends with them, they wanted to host a birthday party for you (in their own way).

Lo'ak started it all. Out of the Sully and Metkayina kids, he was the most familiar with birthdays because of the stories both you and Jake told him.

He had the idea of everyone preparing a gift for you and he wanted to make a special treat, just like a birthday cake. Except, he didn't know how so he went to Kiri for advise.

Kiri suggested to make a big feast consisting of different kinds of fruits, veggies and fish.

Ao'nung and Lo'ak gathered some fish while Tsireya and Kiri gathered fruits and veggies.

They even told Jake, Neytiri, Ronal and Tonowari about their plan and they decided to join them in their preparations. Ronal and Neytiri made the feast from the ingredients that the children gathered.

In the meantime Rotxo swam to the bottom of the ocean to gather some pearls for you. He chose the biggest and most shimmery ones. Tsireya also dove deep into the ocean, but instead of searching for pearls, she searched for the most colorful seashells.

Neteyam and Tuk went a little into the forest behind the village to look for some crystals.

Tuk also helped Spider to create some beautiful beads for you hair. They made them in different colours to match your hair and skintone perfectly, they even carved some dazzling figures in it (Tuk carved most of them because Spider kept messing it up, but he did colour all of the beads.

Kiri and Tsireya made a necklace out of the pearls, seashells and crystals that everyone had collected.

Even though Tonowari did not understand why they would celebrate your birthday (because why would everyone give you a present just because you've gotten a year older?), Jake convinced him to host a small party for you. Some of the clans best musicians would be there to perform at the party

After the communal dinner with the clan, you decided to go to the lab and binge watch gilmore girls all night long. Except Lo'ak stopped you.

'Where are you going?' he asked while jogging to catch up on you.

'To the lab,' you answered shortly, feeling a bit gloomy. Sometimes you missed earth, especially on you birthday.

'Don't go just yet,' Lo'ak answered as he softly took a hold of your arm. 'I want to show you something.'

Lo'ak then took you back to Awa'atlu and the sound of drums and singing filled your ears before you spotted a huge bonfire with people dancing and singing around it.

Tuk ran up to you as soon as she saw you and gave you a hug, wishing you a happy birthday, before she took your hand and dragged you to the bonfire where your friends were waiting.

They all wished you a happy birthday before giving you their gifts. Kiri and Tsireya gave you their necklace first. It was a big necklace, decorated with pink shells and white pearls. The purple crystals were small, but they really stood out against your skin, creating a perfect blend of light colours on you.

The beads that Spider and Tuk gave you were just as beautiful. They matched the colours of your necklace and the engravings consisted of different types of animals and flowers.

After you thanked everyone for their gifts, Ronal came with a huge plate filled with fruits, veggies and fish. It was a treat to the eye and you hoped that it tasted just as good as it looked.

You had a lot of fun during the evening and you sung and danced for as long as you legs could hold you.

You were very grateful of your friends and you never stopped thanking them.

This had to be the best night of your life and you would definitely prefer this over gilmore girls anytime.

[geronimomo-spd]

and there we go! the full Confidential Archive!

here are all the episodes, according to tardis wiki list, including all of the mini specials and chrismas specials and most if not all in good quality! the full list of everything is under the cut because yeah, its a longgg list!

all in order, including some youtube videos and dvd rips hehe, all according the the tardis wiki list

SERIES 1 -

1x00 - A New Dimension (a prolog to season one, narrated by David Tennant)

1x01 - (rose)

1x03 - (the unquiet dead)

1x04 - (aliens of london)

1x05 - (world war 3)

1x06 - (dalek)

1x07 - (the long game)

1x08 - (father's day)

1x09 - (the empty child)

1x10 - (the doctor dances)

1x11 - (boom town)

1x12 - (bad wolf)

1x13.1 - The Ultimate Guide (another little documentary right before

parting of the ways, about key aspects about filming the season)

1x13.2 - (parting of the ways)

1x14 - Backstage at Christmas (the nine minutes they gave us from some of behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion)

SEIRES 2 -

2x00 - One Year On (a general preview for season 2, including the series 2 press launch, a lot more behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion and some Torchwood stuff)

2x01 - (new earth)

2x02 - (tooth and claw)

2x03 - (school reunion)

2x04 - (the girl in the fireplace)

2x05 - (rise of the cyberman)

2x06 - (the age of steel)

2x07 - (the idiot's lantern)

2x08 - (the impossible planet)

2x09 - (the satan pit)

2x10 - (love & monsters) - (featuring the winning of the contest of designing a monster)

2x11 - (fear her)

2x12 - (army of ghosts)

2x13 - (doomsday)

2x14 - Music and Monsters (the behind the scenes of doctor who's first music show, including some behind the scenes stuff of The Runaway Bride)

SERIES 3 -

3x01 - (smith and jones)

3x02 - (the shakespear code)

3x03 - (gridlock)

3x04 - (daleks in manhattan)

3x05 - (evolution of the daleks)

3x06 - (the lazarus experiment)

3x05 - (42)

3x06 - (human nature)

3x07 - (the family of blood)

3x08 - (blink)

3x11 - (utopia)

3x12 - (the sound of drums)

3x13.1 - (last of the time lords)

3x13.2 - Children in Need Special (the behind the scenes of the special where 10 meets 5, really cute stuff)

3x14.1 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 1 - the full version in less of a good quality i found on youtube, bless this youtube channel honestly)

3x14.2 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 2 - the shorter version that was up on iplayer)

3x14.3 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 3 - the version i edited to include the low quality parts that were missing with the good quality shorter version)

SERIES 4 (INCLUDING THE SPECIALS) -

4x01 - (partners in crime)

4x02 - (the fiers of pompaii)

4x03 - (planet of the ood)

4x04 - (the sontaran stratagem)

4x05 - (the doctor's daughter)

4x06 - (the posion sky)

4x07 - (the unicorn and the wasp)

4x08 - (silence in the library)

4x09 - (forest of the dead)

4x10 - (midnight)

4x11 - (turn left)

4x12 - (the stolen earth)

4x13 - (journey's end)

4x14.1 - The Journey (So Far) (a documentary about the entire show so far)

4x14.2 - Confidential Christmas 2008 (behind the scenes of The Next Doctor christmas special)

4x14.3 - Doctor Who: Top 5 Christmas Moments (a sort of confidential behind the scenes clip show of all of the episodes set at christmas)

4x15.1 - At the Proms 2008 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2008)

4x15.2 - The Eleventh Doctor (the special they used to announce Matt Smith as the new doctor who)

4x15.3 - Desert Storm (behind the scenes of Planet Of The Dead)

4x16 - Is There Life on Mars? (behind the scenes of The Waters Of Mars)

4x17 - Lords and Masters (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part One)

4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 1 - full dvd version)

4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 2 - shortend higher quality version from iplayer, this version has a song in the soundtrack that is diffrent from the dvd version, this is the most accurate version to what aired on tv at the time)

SERIES 5-

5x01 - (the eleventh hour)

5x02 - (the beast below)

5x03 - (victory of the daleks)

5x04 - (the time of angels)

5x05 - (flesh and stone)

5x06 - (the vampires of venice)

5x07 - (amy's choice)

5x08 - (the hungry earth)

5x09 - (cold blood)

5x10.1 - (vincent and the doctor)

5x10.2 Monster Files: The Daleks (a little documentary about victory of the daleks/daleks in general)

5x11 - (the lodger)

5x12 - (the pandorica opens)

5x13 - (the big bang)

5x14.1 - Monster Files: The Weeping Angels (a little documentary about the weeping angels episodes this season)

5x14.2 - Monster Files: The Silurians (a little documentary about the silurian episodes)

5x14.3.1 - Monster Files: The Alliance (a little documentary about the alliance of monsters from the pandoica opens)

5x14.3.2 - Backstage at the Doctor Who Prom 2010 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2010)

5x14.4.1 - Charlie McDonnell - Runner (the first Charlle behind the scenes videos, pretty quiet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5.14.4.2 - Charlie McDonnell - TARDIS (another Charlie video, she explores the tardis set this time -Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.4.3 - Charlie McDonnell - Decorating Bus (another Charlie video, she decorates the food place with christmas decorations, i liked them Charlie - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.4.4 - Charlie McDonnell - Christmas Presents (badger) (the famus Charlie video where she brings the cast and crew presents! this is where Matt gets his badger puppet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.5 - Christmas Special 2010 (behind the scenes of A Christmas Carol)

SERIES 6 -

6x01.1 - (the impossible astronaut)

6x01.2 - My Sarah Jane: A Tribute to Elisabeth Sladen (a special memorial for the late Elisabth Sladen 😭😭)

6x02 - (day of the moon)

6x03 - (the curse of the black spot)

6x04 - (the doctor's wife)

6x05 - (the rebel flesh)

6x06 - (the almost people)

6x07.1 - Charlie McDonnell interviews Neil Gaiman (Charlie interviews Neil Gaiman, appewrently causing some ruckes on Charlie's blog at the time hehe - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

6x07.2 - (a good man goes to war)

6x07.3 - The Monster Files: The Silence (a little documentary on the silence, thank god because i needed that)

6x07.4 - The Monster Files: The Gangers (a little documentary on the gangers, my beloveds)

6x07.5 - Charlie McDonnell Becomes A Dalek (the last Charlie video, released late because it had the 1-4 tardis set, also she gets to ride a dalek in this one - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

6x08 - (lets kill hitler)

6x09 - (night terrors)

6x10 - (the girl who waited)

6x11 - (the god complex)

6x12 - (closing time)

6x13.1 - (the wedding of river song)

6x13.2 - The Monster Files: The Antibodies (a little documentary on the antibodies from lets kill hitler)

6x13.3 - The Monster Files: The Cybermats (a little documentary on the little adorable cybermates because awww)

6x14 - The Nights' Tale (a little documentary on on the nights mini episodes! the last confidential stuff ever made rip)

[bella-rose29]

Lose

Elrond x f!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: no happy ending, i repeat, no happy ending!!! main character death and descriptions of injury, Elrond gets heart-broken and it might just break your heart (if it isn't broken already)

instead of killing @oblivious-idiot i think they might kill me after this one oops

inspired by the song Arcade by Duncan Lawrence

(not my image and are we surprised I can't remember who's it is)

Once, laughter could be heard among the trees of Lindon. 

The elves that wandered the woods would smile at the sound of the children playing, catching sight of the orphan and his friend running after each other but never being able to focus on their fast-moving bodies. 

They had grown up together, studying in the libraries and whispering in corridors, sharing hidden smiles and fleeting glances. Nobody had been surprised when Elrond Peredhel had asked to officially court you, and nobody had been surprised when you had said yes. They didn’t know about the small kisses or murmured ‘I love you’s that had happened before that, but afterwards it was obvious how the two of you had always felt. You were happy together, and your union was one of the most beautiful Lindon had seen for a long time. 

Then the war had come. 

Sauron had spread his evil across Middle-Earth, killing the people in their thousands and taking control of the Uruks, never stopping until Imladris was under siege. Elrond had fought, taking a position of command while you stayed behind to protect those who couldn’t raise a weapon, and every day that he kissed you goodbye you worried it would be the last. 

“I will fight for you, melethel,” he whispers at night in one of the few hours you get together. Both forces need to regroup, and over the last couple of years you’ve carved out a little room for the two of you in this place Elrond has built for the refugees. “Every day the thought of coming back to you gives me strength.” He never fails to make your heart flutter, but you wish that he did not have to leave in the first place. When tears start to spill out the corners of your eyes he gently wipes them away, calloused thumbs brushing your cheeks as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. The following kisses to your mouth are just as tender, and for the first time in months your touches are more than fleeting. 

In the morning when the drums started Elrond had strapped on his armour and kissed you goodbye, promising he would see you again soon. 

He almost wished he had not made that promise. 

His soldiers come back to a ruined camp, a breach in one of the walls of Imladris and bodies of elves left lying on the ground. Orcs still roam, attempting to break further into the safe haven, but Elrond does not bother with them: his mind is on you.

The door to your room is broken, smashed in by a weapon and the floor littered with debris from the furniture. He cannot immediately see you, the only visible body an Orc that had been speared with something sharp (thank the Valar that someone had taught you to fight), but he does not release his breath. Elrond would not breathe until he found you. 

A proper inspection of the room reveals that you are nowhere to be found, but before he can question the trail of blood he sees he hears footsteps behind him. A twist and pull and his sword is out of its sheath and up to the neck of an Orc, and it takes less than a second for him to decide on pushing it forward with the intent to kill. The Orc has barely hit the floor before Elrond is moving out the room to find you, but he takes two steps and abruptly halts at the sight in the courtyard. 

The Orcs have been chased off and the bodies of their dead laid out, and Elrond’s eyes flit anxiously over them as his heart races. Please, he prays, to gods he does not believe in. Please. He has had visions of this exact moment before, and every time it ends before he finds you, leaving him waking in the night sweating and shaking. The panic sets in as he nears the end of the lines, quickening his heart and breathing and reopening the cracks in his mental armour from when his family had left him for the West, and then he sees it. 

Then he sees you.

“No,” he whispers, feeling numb as he stumbles forward, his knees giving out and making him fall to the ground beside your broken body. “No, no no no, please.” He drops his sword, the clang echoing in the silent courtyard but not making him flinch, and raises his bloodied hands to cradle your face. Someone had draped a cloth over your body, preserving the decency of the Lady of Rivendell but leaving your head uncovered. Your eyes are still open, and Elrond has to gently close them so that he stops his heart from caving in at the lack of life there. 

The funeral is quiet and secluded, but the service afterwards is one that everyone in Rivendell attends. Everyone except your husband. 

Elrond sits in the ruins of your room clutching the talisman you had given him on the day you had married, lips pressed together in a thin line while he struggles to keep the tears back. He goes and fights when the horns sound, every day until Sauron’s forces are defeated, but this time he does not fight to return to you. He fights with unbridled rage, the only love of his life departed from this world and a desire to make his enemy feel even an inch of the pain that spears his heart burning in the place where his heart would be. He would die from it if he did not have your kin to look after, the two sons and single daughter you had borne him still children. He had to continue for them, because he would not make an orphan of them the way his parents had him. 

When the war was over laughter could be heard again, although Lindon was destroyed. Children grew up in the ruins of Middle-Earth and the ground flourished, but it was a while before Elrond Peredhel truly smiled again, and even longer before he laughed. 

He should have known that he would lose you eventually when he had loved you so much.

Elrond always did.

[corspepointvision]

A New Pelle Interview from Death Power!!! From DeadFromMayhem.ru Dark Hel

Interview with Dead, done by Scottis Kriss-Toff.

LITTLE STORY ?

It’s always the same hard to give a brief history and to shrunk down about 6 years. So, I tell of the line-up of MAYHEM. After that MANIAC (ex-vocalist) and MANHEIM (ex-drums) left (straight after the recording of "DEATHCRUSH"), I joined MAYHEM in the early spring 1988 and HELLHAMMER joined about a month later. We’ve got terribly hassles with rehearsal places, somewhere to live, money, etc etc... But we don’t feel for give up only to continue when the band is the reason of our existence.(We would be dead without MAYHEM, eh ! ! !) We’re still trying to get enough of material together for the L.P. We do only songs that will last for years, not the shit songs that becomes a short-time trends,...I hate trends !

STYLE ?

We’re a Black Metal band!!

INSPIRATION ?

We're trying not to copy other styles, but every band has got inspirations even if they don’t think so by themselves. We’re still VENOM Heads (old VENOM of course) and VENOM created the music. I’ve got personal influences by different singers of course and to mention some: MANTAS/early DEATH, SARCOFAGO, POISON (german of course), PARABELLUM (the first demo) and early SEPULTURA.

PRODUCTION ?

By all these years, it has not been much of discocraphy.There have been "PURE FUCKING ARMAGEDDON" in 1986 limited to 100 copies, DEATHCRUSH in 1987, our second demo, our mini-L.P. DEATHCRUSH in 1987 limited to 1000 copies + some rehearsals tapes given out by MANIAC’s "MANIAC PROD".

ACTUAL LINE-UP ?

-DEAD (but still not buried) (vocals)

-EURONYMOUS (greek name for prince of death) (lead guitar)

-NECROBUTCHER (bass)

-HELLHAMMER (drums)

ACTIVITIES OUT OF THE BAND ?

-DEAD : immigrate to Transylvania, castle mania, cut deeply in myself and others, torture humans and animals.

-EURONYMOUS : dangerous expriments with chemicals, weird science.

-NECROBUTCHER : guru and pot-smooker.

-HELLHAMMER : hellish drunks always and then sings sailor songs.

REASONS OF THE NAME MAYHEM ?

It sound cruel enough we think. But as the most people who’re reading this now, there has been lots of other "MAYHEMS" all over the world, but we were the first ! The name is from 1982 when EURONYMOUS had a band then.

CAN YOU SPEAK ME ABOUT YOUR LYRICS ?

At "PURE FUCKING ARMAGEDDON" the lyrics were pretty VENOM clones. "DEATHCRUSH" had more slaughter, insanity, Eating corpses style over it. As for the new ones, I make them far and I’m possessed of transylvanian legends and its castles, satanic coven meetings, black art and nice animals as vultures, bats and goats. So that, I write of Evil ! I’m inspired by evil in everything I do. When I make a drawing, it’s to express evil, when I talk, when I dream, when I’m thinking... and when I create lyrics.

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IF I TELL YOU THE FOLLOWING WORDS ?

Alcohol : Nothing left. Drug : Against. Cigarette : No smoking. Sexe : Violence and death. Politic : Crap! Religion : Evil, ancient, Satanic! Money : Broke always... A.I.D.S. : Marcin Wawreynzak (of "ETERNAL TORMENT"). Torture : Nice to do. Noise : Children’s bands!!! Dream (hope) : Transylvania, Immortality. Death : Peace. Life : Stupid mortals! Rain : By the night. Wind : In the dark forest. Thunder : At the darkened sky. Evil : Evil weather, castle. NAPALM DEATH : Trend! Earth : No hope. Wizard : Black arts. The end : Crossover, straight edge and Grind. You : The superstitious mortals in Transylvania’s dreams came true...

YOUR TEN FAVORITS BANDS ?

(this is not in order) PARABELLUM (R.I.P.) from Colombia, SARCOFAGO from Brazil, MASACRE from Colombia, DEATHPEED (R.I.P.) from Japan, POISON (R.I.P.) from Germany, DAMNATION (R.I.P.) from Canada, TORMENTOR from Hungary, IMPERATOR from Poland, GROTESQUE from SWEDEN, REENCARNACTION from Colombia.

Do you know MAYHEM, the MAYHEM from U.S.A. ? What do you think about what they do.

I hate them !!! How can a records company releases such crap, even if they are a commercial label !?! We gave out our mini-L.P. "DEATHCRUSH" a half year before they released their excrement compilation ! I suppose you’ve heard the Brazilian MAYHEM (?). They’re now splitted up but that was at least a Death Metal band and I liked their music. There has been also other MAYHEM’s in the history but they don’t exist no longer. I know of two other still existing MAYHEM’s : from Hungary and from Uruguay.

HAVE YOU ALWAYS PLAYED IN DEATH/BLACK/EVIL/ FROM THE DOOM BANDS ?

The two bands I’ve singing in are MORBID and MAYHEM, the both of them are Black Metal.

WHY DID YOU LEAVE MORBID ?

‘Cause the original guitarist of the line-up left the band and the others didn’t know if they wanted to continue like before and to remain a dirty and a Black/Satanic band. There had been too many hassles of the gigs and between the members, so, after my opinion, that band didn’t exist after the first demo "DECEMBER MOON". Later, they recorded a second demo with another line-up, new logo and completly different style than before. Something I think I have to add here is that we’re thinking of having one, just one more MORBID gig of the old style as MORBID was (and also should be) and we also think of the finish song "DEATH EXECUTION" that the "DECEMBER MOON" ends with (on the demo it’s only the la-la version slowly of the refrain and the opening riff). It was a whole song but a not finished such coz we were changing it the time during MORBID’s existence and then, have one or two more songs and then, give it out as a demo… some dark day.

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT WHITE METAL (METAL FOR THE BIBLE, METAL FOR JESUS) ?

First of all, I don’t think it’s Metal. Then, I think as long as it can be called Metal it comes originally from VENOM… Even if there is Grindcore, fun-noise, straight edge-anti-everything or yucky white metal. To me, only Black is true and only death is real !!!

THEY ALWAYS SAY THEY WANTS TO MAKE GIGS WITH BANDS LIKE VENOM OR SLAYER. WOULD YOU LIKE TO MAKE A GIG WITH STRYPER, VENGEANCE OR HOLY SOLDIERS ? WHY ?

It seems like the white « bands » believe Black Metal is only for fun… We’re a serious black band. We take this mortually serious! The « white » bands don’t deserve to exist.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD PROBLEMS WITH THE CHURCH OR ANYONE WHO FOLLOWS A RELIGION ?

Well, the chritians, new-boru christians, the mormons, hare-krishnas, Jehovas witnesses and more have tried lots of their methods of turn me into it, without success of course. The most of them, especially the christians and fanaticals but do not believe in it cos so many of them have been forced by their parents and their family to « believe » and, after that, they’re going out trying to make others join them… of the more limited believers who chose it by themselves and have got a belief in it, I use to scare them up (and to them it works almost every time) most of the cases. The all I have to do is to talk with them and they’re getting corpse pale in their faces and then realize I’m lost and impossible to turn over. One guy even tried an exorcism on me......

WHAT DO YOUR MOTHER THINK ABOUT MAYHEM ?

She (and also my dad) thinks it’s good for me that I’m in a band, so I don’t start with something stupid instead. It’s hell a work to play in a band, whatever someone might think. Only the letter writing is a full-day job. What she do not like is when I sometimes gets ideas of cutting myself up and when I lived at my parents home, none of them liked when I had parts of animals in my room (from some animals they used to start to rot already at the second day).

CAN YOU SAY A FEW WORDS ABOUT THE SONG « BURIED BY TIME AND DUST »

Not the best lyrics I’ve done.

YOU SEEM TO LIKE BLACK SIDES OF THINGS, WHY ?

It simply is my way of thinking. The only that feels as the possible right to me. I search for the Evil and Black in all matters and I don’t give a dawn of what others are saying of that !

WHAT IS OCCULTISM FOR YOU ?

It sounds too mystical only, to me... I’m into the pure Evil and right on Black ! But with that I don’t mean I’m a great sorcerer. I mean of a though and a style of living.

I just don’t really know why I’ve hated all the fucking christans the whole life of mine and I’d search for the Evil darkness. I totally ignore those who are telling me I sicking my head I better go to hospital. Occult can be just anything that people think sounds strange to them. There is no actual limits of what is the occult… Yes mystic, it can be anything from practice. After my opinion, that word occult doesn’t say anything !

IF i TELL YOU "SATAN",WOULD YOU LIKE 95% OF THE TRASHERS, RUNNING AWAY DO A STRANGE FACE, SHIT ON YOURSELF, SAY "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOT SATAN",AND GET ANGRY AFTER HAVING CALLED YOUR MOTHER ? WHY ?

Of course, I won’t run nor put shit on you. Mainstream people of clone bands used to fuck with the very few existing anti trend Black Metal bands when crossover-straight-edge-vegetarians ruled the trends… then grindcore was "in" and people used to refuse listen to anythong else than NAPALM DEATH, and so on... It’s not actually NAPALM DEATH who created this awful fashion actually, it was the children who then had to try playing fast. How I hated all the demos with hundred of second-sings and lyrics talking of how many animals that get killed coz of hamburgers and do not vegetables either coz they’re also living. AAAAARRGH !!! As what happens sooner or later with all trends they’re vanishing completly and everybody forget about it really fast. Even Death Metal became trend. At least, it’s on its way. So, what did happen to all the "important" lyrics bands that blamed all the others for not been "in". Did they went designing new fashions that everyone had to follow ? Hell no ! AAAAAAARRRHHHHGGHH-death, the mother fuckers jumped on Death Metal !!! How dared they make Death Metal to something normal that wimps are starting to play to await something new to appear… Next trend ! I will guess the most of the true BM heads (who’ve been into it since Venom) can understand what I mean here. It feels like something is really wrong when serious bands that wanna create something own musically are in ‘zines that also feature noise bands that have been existing for a week but already have released 3 demo’s or something like that and are playing in 25 differents "bands" only for fun. Bands that are sending picture of theselves who are supposed to be funny, strange glasses, toilet paper and a shirt on the head and so much other childish and above it all boring bullshit, I think those have misunderstood humour completely! I refuse to laugh of this! I cannot understand why everything has to be so fucking funny and how people can laugh at this, and if someone might laugh of this interview, I can tell him that he has misunderstood the whole point of this and the rest of this interview, read it again more carefully and he won’t find this funny at all! It’s not funny and I refuse to say something funny or laugh, everybody would misunderstand everything only. There’s so much that stupid people only seek for a good time, so they can laugh don’t understand by the music so I should even refuse listen to music... But that would be too hard to do and it needs more self control for that. The most of the new demo’s sound all the same, the originally is gone it seems. I can’t see why so many self-condemned bands have to exist. One weird thing is that when a band almost is formed they have to record a demo and straight after that, they "have to" give out something on vinyl... and then only after a few weeks they can’t understand how they could record this when they’re sounding much better now if they haven’t already forgot it.

DO YOU LIKE BLACK SABBATH (OLD ONES, WITH DIO AND OZZY) ?

Only with Ozzy! By dio I can listen to « Holy Driver » but nothing else.

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A HEAVY METAL KIDS ?

Hey, I’m lucky I’m not a NAPALM DEATH/CARCASS kid. Well, then the most Evil, "Occult", dirty and the worst are BLACK SABBATH, KISS,IRON MAIDEN, AC/DC and MOTORHEAD, they were my faves. When I heard VENOM and MERCYFUL FATE, it felt like I lost an important part of my brain and I worshipped them.

WHY ARE YOU ANTI-MOSH ?

Cos I hate that word !!! I wanna hear an explanation of what the moshers actually do when they’re moshing...

LAST WORD...

"Antiquus Malum Cruentus Scriptum De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas" : It’s a book I recommend.

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[sassenach77yle]

What are ye laughing at, a nighean?” Her father loomed out of the night, smelling of horses. “Everything,” she said, scooching over to make room for him to sit beside her. It was true. Everything seemed suddenly bright, the candlelight from the windows of the Big House, the fireflies in the grass, the glow of Roger’s face when he told her his desire. She could still feel the touch of his mouth on hers; it fizzed in her blood.

Jamie reached up and fielded a passing firefly, holding it for a moment cupped in the dark hollow of his hand, where it flashed on and off, the cool light seeping through his fingers. Far off, she heard a brief snatch of her mother’s voice, coming through an open window;

Claire was singing “Clementine.” Now the boys—and Roger—were howling at the moon, though it was no more than a pale sickle on the horizon. She felt her father’s body shake with silent laughter, too.

“It reminds me of Disneyland,” she said on impulse.

“Oh, aye? Where’s that?” “It’s an amusement park—for children,” she added, knowing that while there were such things as amusement parks in places like London and Paris, these were purely adult places. No one ever thought of entertaining children now, beyond their own games and the occasional toy. “Daddy and Mama took me there every summer,” she said, slipping back without effort to the hot, bright days and warm California nights.

“The trees all had little sparkling lights in them—the fireflies reminded me.” Jamie spread his palm; the firefly, suddenly free, pulsed to itself once or twice, then spread its wings with a tiny whir and lifted into the air, floating up and away.

“Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daugh-ter, Clementine . . .”

“What was it like, then?” he asked curiously. “Oh . . . it was wonderful.” She smiled to herself, seeing the brilliant lights of Main Street, the music and mirrors and beautiful, beribboned horses of King Arthur’s Carrousel. “There were . . . rides, we called them. A boat, where you could float through the jungle on a river, and see crocodiles and hippopotamuses and headhunters . . .” “Headhunters?” he said, intrigued. “Not real ones,” she assured him. “It’s all make-believe—but it’s . . . well, it’s a world to itself. When you’re there, the real world sort of disappears; nothing bad can happen there.

They call it ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’—and for a little while, it really seems that way.”

“Light she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.”“And you’d hear music everywhere, all the time,” she said, smiling. “Bands—groups of musicians playing instruments, horns and drums and things—would march up and down the streets, and play in pavilions. . . .” “Aye, that happens in amusement parks. Or it did, the once I was in one.” She could hear a smile in his voice, as well. “Mm-hm. And there are cartoon characters—I told you about cartoons—walking around. You can go up and shake hands with Mickey Mouse, or—” “With what?” “Mickey Mouse.” She laughed. “A big mouse, life-size—human-size, I mean. He wears gloves.” “A giant rat?” he said, sounding slightly stunned. “And they take the weans to play with it?” “Not a rat, a mouse,” she corrected him. “And it’s really a person dressed up like a mouse.” “Oh, aye?” he said, not sounding terribly reassured. “Yes. And an enormous carrousel with painted horses, and a railroad train that goes through the Rainbow Caverns, where there are big jewels sticking out of the walls, and colored streams with red and blue water . . . and orange-juice bars. Oh, orange-juice bars!” She moaned softly in ecstatic remembrance of the cold, tart, overwhelming sweetness. “It was nice, then?” he said softly.

“Thou art lost and gone forever, Dreadful sor-ry . . . Clementine.”

“Yes,” she said, sighed, and was silent for a moment. Then she leaned her head against his shoulder, and wrapped her hand around his arm, big and solid. “You know what?” she said, and he made a small interrogatory noise in reply.

It was nice—it was great—but what I really, really loved about it was that when we were there, it was just the three of us, and everything was perfect. Mama wasn’t worrying about her patients, Daddy wasn’t working on a paper—they weren’t ever silent or angry with each other. Both of them laughed—we all laughed, all the time . . . while we were there.” He made no reply, but tilted his head so it rested against hers. She sighed again, deeply.

“Jemmy won’t get to go to Disneyland—but he’ll have that. A family that laughs—and millions of little lights in the trees.”

A breath of snow and ashes

Season 7 episode 2 “The Happiest Place on Earth”

[doctorwhoisadhd]

btw i am putting together a fucked up watch order that involves 12 AND jack

[thatbiologist]

Overthinking the Doctor Who Timeline

The present day on Gallifrey during the time of the Sixth Doctor is 30,491 CE (Doctor Who: FASA. Sourcebook for Field Agents). With a stated age of the Sixth Doctor is 900 years old (Revelation of the Daleks).

On that assumption, the Doctor was loomed circa 29,591 CE, and is a genetic reincarnation of the Timeless Child/the Other (Lungbarrow and The Timeless Children). The Doctor left the House of Lungbarrow to go to the Academy circa 29,599 CE (Lungbarrow and The Sound of Drums). Whilst at the Academy, the Time Lord known as Theta Sigma (the Doctor) befriended a fellow Prydonian from the House of Oakdown, Koschei (the Dark Path).

The Doctor left their primary school at the age of 45 (Shroud of Sorrow).

There were only 26 students in Theta Sigma’s class at the Academy (Lungbarrow). Ten of these students were the most gifted, called the Deca (Divided Loyalties).

During their years at the Academy, Theta Sigma and Koschei formed a pop band together, the Gallifrey Academy Hot Five. Theta Sigma played the perigosto stick and Koschei ironically was on the drums (Deadly Reunion).

The First Doctor left Gallifrey in a stolen Type 40 TARDIS at the age of 236 (The Ribos Operation) circa 29,827 CE. The First Doctor regenerated before the age of 450 years old (The Tenth Planet and The Tomb of the Cybermen).

The Second Doctor is grabbed by the Time Lord secret service (possibly Division) to carry out clandestine missions for the High Council (Beyond War Games). The Second Doctor visible ages between the trial at the end of the War Games and his appearance in the Two Doctors. (The War Games and The Two Doctors). Personally, I would view this as a 200-year time gap. Making the Second Doctor around 650 years old when he regenerates.

Personally, (I know people will disagree) but the Fugitive Doctor exists here. But her memories were erased by Division, so sadly it’s impossible to know how long she lived for. Her memories were erased and trapped inside a Chameleon Arch. Furthermore, Division sent back the Doctor back to the moment they were taken. To being their exile on Earth.

I believe the Fugitive is a Season 6b Doctor as. Firstly, she was working for the Time Lord secret service, other than her only the Second Doctor ever worked for them. Secondly, her TARDIS had a police box, the Chameleon circuit only broke at the end of the first ever episode (The Unearthly Child). Thirdly, UNIT was aware of the existence of the Fugitive Doctor, as she helped plan various the contingencies with Operation Time Fracture (Doctor Who: Time Fracture). Fourthly, her face was shown the Rogue when he analysed the different faces of the Doctor; but no other Timeless Incarnations were shown (Rogue).

To make the timeline add up, the Third Doctor probably lived for a century. With most of this time being between companions and in missing adventures. The only ages the Third Doctor gives is “several thousand years” (The Silurians and The Mind of Evil). However, it is safe to assume the Doctor is lying or may been unconscious aware as their life as the Timeless Child/the Other.

The Fourth Doctor says to Sarah Jane that he is 750 years old (Pyramids of Mars). Then when the Fourth Doctor first met Romana he claims to be 756; however, Romana corrects him saying that he’s 759 (The Ribos Operation). The Doctor has a birthday during the Key to Time story arc, as he then states to be 760 (The Power of Kroll). Furthermore, the Fourth Doctor regenerated into the Fifth at the age of 813 (Cold Fusion). This would mean the Fourth Doctor lived for at least 63 years.

The Fifth Doctor regenerated at approximately 850 years old (The Ultimate Treasure). This would mean the Doctor only lived as the Fifth incarnation for 37 years.

The Sixth Doctor regenerated at the age of 953 (Time of the Rani). This would mean the Doctor lived as the Sixth incarnation for 103 years.

The Seventh Doctor claimed to have regenerated at the age of 1010 (Set Piece). However, the Eighth Doctor believes the Seventh survived to the age of 1200. This would mean that the Seventh Doctor either lived for roughly 57 years or 247. Considering that the Seventh Doctor visibly ages, I would believe the latter.

But the Doctor starts to recount their age after becoming their Eighth incarnation (Vampire Science). But considering that the Eighth Doctor visibles ages, I would believe the Eighth incarnation lived for roughly 300 years.

The War Doctor states his age at the very end of the Time War claims to be 800 years old (Day of the Doctor). The War Doctor estimated that he fought in the Time War for roughly 400 years (Engines of War). However, we do not know how far into the Time War this story takes place. So for convenience sake I’ll add another century until the end of the Time War. This would make the War Doctor 800 years old when he tri-generates. The War Doctor tri-generates into three different Ninth Doctors (Rowan Atkinson, Richard E Grant, and Christopher Eccleston).

The first Ninth Doctor (Rowan Atkinson) claims to be over 800 years old (Curse of Fatal Death). This shockingly lines up well with the age that the War Doctor claimed. Thus, supporting the tri-generation theory.

The second Ninth Doctor (Richard E Grant) doesn’t state his age (Scream of the Shalka). However, he is travelling with an android incarnation of the War Master (Derek Jacobi). Furthermore, it is implied that Gallifrey has been destroyed, as this Ninth Doctor is protecting a Time Lord matrix (Scream of the Shalka). The Time Lord matrix is a supercomputer containing the consciousness of every dead Time Lord (The Deadly Assassin and Dark Water/Death in Heaven).

The third Ninth Doctor (Christopher Eccleston) claims to Rose Tyler be 900 years old (Aliens of London). This means the Doctor meet Rose Tyler a literal century after the end of the Last Great Time War. This is even more hilarious that the Ninth Doctor never looked at his face for 100 years. Furthermore, the Doctor spends 28 years on Earth (from 1894 to 1922) before returning to Rose (The Other Side).

The Tenth Doctor is the shortest-lived incarnation, only existing for approximately 5 to 6 years. Regenerating at the age of 906 (The End of Time). Also, for three of years he was without his TARDIS and trying to save Martha and find the wreckage of the Infinite (The Infinite Quest).

The Eleventh Doctor claims to be roughly 1200 years old (Day of the Doctor). Shortly thereafter, the Eleventh Doctor was trapped on Trenzalore and spent the next 900 years protecting the town of Christmas (The Time of the Doctor). Regenerating at the age of 2100.

There’s two major time jumps for the Twelfth Doctor. Firstly, the Doctor spends 24 years on Darillium with River Song (The Husbands of River Song). Secondly, the Doctor has lectured at St Luke’s University for 50 years or 70 years (The Pilot). Also, the Doctor spends 100 years on the planet of Sto, after being sent back in time by a weeping Angel (A Confusion of Angels). Therefore, the Twelfth Doctor lived for roughly 200 years. This would make the Doctor 2300 years old when he regenerated (Twice Upon a Time).

There’s lots of time gaps in Thirteenth Doctor’s incarnation, allowing lots of potential for missing and solo stories. Also, she spent around 30 – 40 years in a Judoon prison.  However, it’s impossible to know how long this incarnation lived for; but I would speculate around 45 to 50 years.

Initially, the Fourteenth Doctor bi-generates 15 hours after Thirteen regenerated (The Giggle). As the bi-generation allowed the Fourteenth Doctor to continue on living, as a separate incarnation of the Doctor. But sadly, the Fourteenth Doctor finally dies in Venice in 2063, trying to prevent the city from sinking. Then he possibly regenerates into the Curator (Tom Baker). Assuming this incarnation was living on the ‘slow path’ with only occasional day trips in time and space. This would mean the Fourteenth Doctor dies after 39 to 40 years.

[hitchell-mope]

Every episode of nuwho.

Rose

The end of the world

The unquiet dead

Aliens of London

World war three

Dalek

The long game

Father’s Day

The empty child

The doctor dances

Boom town

Bad Wolf

The parting of the ways

The Christmas invasion

New Earth

Tooth and claw

School reunion

The girl in the fireplace

The rise of the Cybermen

The age of steel

The idiots lantern

The impossible planet

The Satan pit

Love and monsters

Fear her

Army of ghosts

Doomsday

The runaway bride

Smith and jones

The Shakespeare code

Gridlocked

Daleks in Manhattan

Evolution of the Daleks

The Lazarus experiment

42

Human nature

The family of blood

Blink

Utopia

The sound of drums

The last of the time lords

Voyage of the damned

Partners in crime

The fires of Pompeii

Planet of the ood

The Sontaran stratagem

The poison sky

The doctor’s daughter

The unicorn and the wasp

Silence in the library

Forest of the dead

Midnight

Turn left

The stolen Earth

Journey’s end

The next doctor

Planet of the dead

The waters of Mars

The end of time part one

The end of time part two

The eleventh hour

The beast below

Victory of the Daleks

The time of angels

Flesh and stone

The vampires of Venice

Amy’s choice

The hungry earth

Cold blood

Vincent and the doctor

The lodger

The Pandorica opens

The Big Bang

A Christmas Carol

The impossible astronaut

Day of the moon

The curse of the black spot

The doctor’s wife

The rebel flesh

The almost people

A good man goes to war

Let’s kill Hitler.

Night terrors

The girl who waited

The god complex

Closing time

The wedding of River Song

The Doctor, the window and the wardrobe

Asylum of the Daleks

Dinosaurs on a spaceship

A town called mercy

The power of three

The angels take manhattan

The snowmen

The bells of Saint John

The rings of Akhaten

Cold War

Hide

Journey to the center of the tardis

The crimson horror

Nightmare in silver

The name of the doctor

The night of the doctor

The day of the doctor

The time of the doctor

Deep breath

Into the Dalek

Robot of Sherwood

Listen

Time heist

The caretaker

Kill the moon

Mummy on the orient express

Flatline

In the forest of the night

Dark water

Death in heaven

Last. Christmas

The magician’s apprentice

The witch’s familiar

Under the lake

Before the flood

The girl who died

The woman who lived

The Zygon invasion

The Zygon inversion

Sleep no more

Face the Raven

Heaven sent

Hell bent

The husbands of River Song

The return of Doctor Mysterio

The pilot

Smile

Thin ice

Knock, knock

Oxygen

Extremis

The pyramid at the end of the world

The lie of the land

Empress of Mars

The eaters of light

World enough and time

The doctor falls

Twice upon a time

The woman who fell to earth

The ghost monument

Rosa

Arachnids in the uk

The tsuranga conundrum

Demons of the Punjab

Kerblam!

The witchfinders

It takes you away

The battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos

Resolution

Spyfall part one

Spyfall part two

Orphan 55

Nikola Tesla’s night of terror

Fugitive of the Judoon

Praxeus

Can you hear me?

The haunting of villa diodati

Ascension of the Cybermen

The timeless children

Revolution of the Daleks

The Halloween apocalypse

War of the sontarans

Once upon time

Village of the angels

Survivors of the flux

The vanquishers

Eve of the Daleks

Legend of the sea devils

The power of the doctor

The star beast

Wild blue yonder

The giggle

The church on Ruby Road

Space babies

The Devil’s chord

Boom

73 yards

Dot and bubble

Rogue

The legend of Ruby Sunday

Empire of death

Joy to the world

[averillaratargaryen]

“A Better Man.”

Chapter VIII

The sky is a roiling mass of dark, churning clouds, heavy with the weight of a storm.

The rain falls in relentless sheets, drumming against the earth and rooftops with a steady, pounding rhythm.

Thunder rumbles in the distance, growing louder until it cracks overhead, shaking the air with its raw power.

The Targaryen family stood, alongside Alicent and Otto Hightower, the quietness filling the air as they look at the dead body of King Viserys, who was announced dead, not just hours that morning.

His body clad in silver and crimson finery, is laid upon a grand pyre made of fragrant wood and dragonstone.

Rhaenyra finding comfort with the arms that held her, as Daemon stood beside her.

The palm of his hand rubbing against her shoulder, as she fought her tears away.

His other three children; Heleana, Aemond and Aegon. All three stood further away, beside their mother as they watched ahead.

Neither showing any emotion, not knowing what it was they were meant to feel.

At least, in that moment.

Aegon glances to his far right, to see the back of Averillara, who was stood by both her brothers on each side, Jace and Luke.

Joffrey stood in front of Averillara, as she had both palms against his shoulders, her thumbs rubbing against them to comfort him.

Averillara then looks back, noticing the look on everyone’s faces, before she and Daemon had saw one another, eye to eye.

Daemon nods, before looking to his wife.

“Issa jēda” Daemon whispers to her.

“It is time.”

Rhaenyra could not speak. It was as though she were reliving her mother’s death entirely, once again.

She looks up at Daemon, her eyes tearful and her lips quivered.

He nods, before the two make their way forward, standing ahead in front of everyone else.

Averillara looks up, the sound of her mother’s dragon, Syrax, screeching as the wind continued to blow.

The rain had gotten heavier, and the day had gotten colder.

The grey skies portraying the grey feeling of everyone stood, in that moment.

Rhaenyra looks back at Alicent, who she applauded for her loyalty towards her father within the last days of his time.

Yet she oddly found herself regretting her choice of words, as perhaps Alicent did not stay as loyal as Rhaenyra thought her to have, when she noticed Alicent’s fingers, clinging onto Ser Cole’s.

Her head down, but it was hard to tell if it were from shame.

With much anger and frustration, Rhaenyra turns back to Syrax, before she spoke, “Dracarys.”

They watched, as Syrax made her way down, before their eyes reflected the flames, in which Viserys was then placed in.

The fire grew intensely, as everyone watched silently.

Averillara had gotten her three brothers close to her, as she gave them comfort, as they stood with sorrowful eyes, grieving for their mother.

It was not long, before his body had been consumed.

His soul being taken back to the gods.

The air is filled with the scent of ash and smoke, and everyone bowed their heads in silent reverence.

~

“I can not take the throne, Daemon. Not yet” Rhaenyra spoke.

“You must do, before someone else does Rhaenyra” Daemon responds.

“My father has just died” Rhaenyra looks at Daemon’s cold expression in disappointment.

“My brother has just died, i am well aware of the feeling you are holding” Daemon then walks towards her, taking both her hands, “but does it not occur to you how strange this all is?”

“What do you mean?” Rhaenyra asks.

“He was unwell, yes. But he was walking yesterday. He was talking well yesterday. For him to then suddenly pass this morning” Daemon’s desperation was clear in his eyes.

“I do not believe what you are initiating. I know of Alicent, she would not do something so heinous” Rhaenyra responds.

“But do you truly know her?” Daemon asks, “she might have been your best friend, but did you expect that she would end up wedded to your father? Did she ever confide you in that?”

“No, but-?”

“And what of her meddling with our children. How she fills venom into her son’s ears, and lets them insult ours, calling them bastards and all sorts. So I ask you again, Rhaenyra, do you truly know her? Is this what you saw in her, all those years ago?” Daemon asks.

To which Rhaenyra had fallen silent, questioning herself.

“Mother” Jace walks in, interrupting their conversation.

The worry is his voice causing Rhaenyra to turn around immediately as he stepped foot into the same room.

“You must come down, immediately” Jace tells her, “it is about the throne.”

“What of it?” Daemon asks, taking a step forward.

“They are demanding Aegon to take the throne” Jace responds.

~

“But that does not make any sense. His majesty was clear and set, on who he wished for the heir to the throne, once he passed” Ser Tyland Lannister spoke.

The council team had made their way, sat at the table.

“Alicent was the only one with him, before his death. If she says that it was his dying wish, then you must believe her word” Otto Hightower responded.

“But-?”

“Or do you say that she is a liar, Ser Lannister?” Ser Cole questions him.

“No. No, of course not” Ser Lannister responds, “i am just stating that Rhaenyra is who we made an oath to. If Viserys wished to change his mind, would he have not done so once Aegon was born?”

The other men mumble, nodding in agreement.

“I mean, he was pretty keen on setting Rhaenyra on the throne, and if he wished to change his mind, he would have had given hints or his doubts would have been pretty clear the moment Aegon was born. But that was not the case” Ser Lannister defends his point.

“You are trying to steal the throne from me?” Rhaenyra storms in, Daemon and her sons following behind her.

As Alicent heard Rhaenyra’s shout, she stood out her chair, looking towards her.

“Rhaenyra, i am aware of your emotions, because of your father’s death” Alicent gulps.

“She asked you a question Alicent” Daemon spoke.

“She did not say you could address her by name” Otto reminds Daemon of his place.

“The day i address her as a Queen, is the day i find myself dead” Daemon responds.

“My father made it very clear who he wishes to take over his throne. I will not give it up” Rhaenyra took a step forward.

“It was his dying wish, Rhaenyra” Alicent pleaded, “he spoke himself and said what he wished for, speaking Aegon’s name.”

Rhaenyra hesitated, as she believed her words for a split second, only having Daemon not allowing her to.

“You were his consort, and he hardly loved or looked to his sons. Other that Helaena, your children were not loved by him and he claimed Rhaenyra as his only child in many cases. I know my brother very well, that he is stubborn and sticks to what he chooses, so why would we believe a consort that his mind had been changed?”

Daemon’s words struck sharply, Alicent’s pride being torn down.

“He chose you out of pity, princess” Otto spoke, “he didn’t believe he could produce a male heir, and perhaps did not have to heart to tell you.”

“My brother may have been stupid. Picking you as his hand is just one example” Daemon takes over, taking a step in front of Rhaenyra, “but it is clear he did not love your daughter. He loved Aemma, and Rhaenyra was a child made from love. He pitied you and your grandchildren.”

“Or perhaps he realised Rhaenyra has only produced bastard children” Alicent looks up at them, “if you are to become Queen, your children will be heir. We can not have a bastard lead.”

“Speak of bastardy again, and i will rip your tongue out” Rhaenyra threatens, as she finds herself taking a step forward to Alicent.

Daemon notices Ser Cole draw his sword, causing him to take action as he defends Rhaenyra, gripping the neck of Averillara’s father.

~

Averillara roamed around her Grandsire’s bed chamber, her fingers tracing along the table as she looks at the crafted model Viserys made, of Old Valyria.

Memories being bought to her mind, that caused her to tear.

“What is this, Grandsire?” Averillara asks, as she’s walking around Viserys room.

“This is a model that I am creating” Viserys reaches for her, as he places Averillara in his lap, “they call it Old Valyria.”

“Wow” Averillara gasps, the name Old Valyria to her sounded magical.

“It is known for our dragons and magic. Did you tell her that too?” Rhaenyra asks, as she walks in holding her stomach. She was 2 months pregnant, with Jace.

“I was getting to that” Viserys responds with a sigh.

Their laughter echoed through her ears as she stood in that empty room, not one person to comfort her.

The tears streamed down her face was quiet, until one hit the ground.

The door flung open, having Averillara turn around hastily, in panic.

“Aegon?” Averillara quickly wiped her tears, before her brows furrowed in confusion, when she found him dressed in a cape, the strands of his bright blonde hair covered.

“You have to help me” Aegon tells her.

“Help you?” Averillara asks.

“It is time for me to run away” Aegon told her.

Her confusion dropped in her eyes, when she realised what he meant.

They stole the throne from her mother.

~

“He’s missing” Aemond rushes in, out of breath.

“What do you mean?” Otto walks forward.

Daemon looks towards Rhaenyra, confused.

“I’ve searched everywhere, there is no sign of Aegon within these walls” Aemond tells them.

“I’ll get the guard to search out” Ser Cole offers, Aemond offering to come along as the two walk out.

Rhaenyra then turns to Jace before she whispers, “where is your sister?”

Jace shrugs, “she said she wanted to visit Grandsire’s chamber one last time.”

Rhaenyra then turns to look at Daemon’s smug smile.

“This should be good” Daemon whispers.

~

Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat syncing with the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

She should not be doing this—every fiber of her being screamed it—but the thrill electrified her senses.

Aegon’s hand gripped hers tightly as they darted down the narrow alleyway, their footsteps echoing off the damp, cobblestone walls.

“Here” she turns her head sideways, before the two make a right, completely out of sight, of the kings landing.

Both in cape’s as they covered their identities.

“Where is this place?” Aegon asks, as he’s dragged into what looked like a brothel, but far from it.

It was rather a place for the unwealthy to stay. An odd smell, but the only option Aegon had for the time being.

Averillara ignores him, as he brings Aegon around to the back, drawing the curtain behind them before she lets go of his hand, greeting another man in front of her.

“Dario” Averillara called to him.

The male then turned around, Aegon was then greeted by yet another brunette male.

“Ah, Averillara” Dario smiled, “what brings you here?”

“Nyke jorrāelagon aōha dohaeragon” Averillara requests him.

“I need your help.”

“Kessa hen rhinka. Mirros syt ao” Dario looked at her concerned when he finds her worried, her lips trembling and her eyes had been dried up by her tears.

“Yes of course. Anything for you.”

“Nyke emagon nykeā guest syt ao. Mēre bona jorrāelagon nykeā tistākēlio mērī syt tonight. Ziry līs sagon ruarza, se unable naejot find” Aeverillara explains.

“I have a guest for you. One that needs a room alone for tonight. He must be hidden, and unable to find.”

Dario was yet to look in Aegon’s direction, however once he did, he took a step back as he looked in shock.

“Prince Aegon” Dario bowed his head down before him.

He then looks to Averillara, conflicted.

“Please Dario, I need this” Averillara tells him, “I will come back at night but for now i need him hidden.”

“If not her word, then mine” Aegon says, “i asked for this. That she helps me in this.”

“If i am to get caught?” Dario asks.

“You will not” Averillara assures him.

“If anyone is to find out, I will make sure that you are not to blame” Aegon also assures him, “I will take full responsibility of it all.”

Averillara then looks to Aegon, a soft smile on her face, “I will come back tonight. Dario will take you.”

Aegon nods, as he smiles back, before he takes Averillara’s hand, with a piece of paper folded into her palm.

“Put this at my bed side table” he instructs her.

She looks at him, contemplating, “are you sure you wish to do this?”

Aegon sighs, before he nods, “I must. For my sake and my sisters.”

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chapter 9

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The Nûñnĕ′hĭ and Other Spirit Folk

The Nûñnĕ′hĭ are the Cherokee "spirit people", similar to the fairy as sometimes depicted in European medieval folklore, and The Nûñnĕ′hĭ and Other Spirit Folk is a collection of anecdotes about them compiled by American ethnographer James Mooney (l. 1861-1921) and included in his Myths of the Cherokee (1900). The Nûñnĕ′hĭ appear in many Cherokee myths and legends.

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The Nûñnĕ′hĭ and Other Spirit Folk describes the entities – as well as others – and their various antics and is partly drawn from stories told by James D. Wafford, also known as Tsuskwasun'nawa'ta of the Western Cherokee nation. Wafford became a great Cherokee storyteller who collected and memorized the tales of the people and is referenced in the following text.

To a modern audience, the belief in the "Little People" may seem only a superstition, but this is a relatively new understanding when placed in the context of world history. Belief in spirits, fairies, ghosts, and other supernatural entities has been a part of the human condition far longer than the popular modern-day skepticism and cynicism. The Teihiihan ("Little people") of the Arapaho nation, as well as similar entities of other Native peoples of North America, were recognized as realities of life for centuries and still are today.

The literal truth of any of the tales of the Nûñnĕ′hĭ is never questioned, but neither is it ever vouched for, in keeping with Cherokee storytelling tradition, which follows the policy of "I know not how the truth may be/I tell the tale as 'twas told to me" (Mooney, 236). According to Mooney, however, all the following anecdotes were verified using different sources. The tales are still recited by Cherokee storytellers in the present day, and the Nûñnĕ′hĭ are still understood, as in the past, as simply another aspect of life on earth.

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The following text is taken from Myths of the Cherokee (1900) by James Mooney, republished in 2014 by Dover Publications.

The Nûñnĕ′hĭ or immortals, the "people who live anywhere," were a race of spirit people who lived in the highlands of the old Cherokee country and had a great many townhouses, especially in the bald mountains, the high peaks on which no timber ever grows. They had large townhouses in Pilot knob and under the old Nĭkwăsĭ′ mound in North Carolina, and another under Blood Mountain, at the head of Nottely river, in Georgia.

They were invisible excepting when they wanted to be seen, and then they looked and spoke just like other Indians. They were very fond of music and dancing, and hunters in the mountains would often hear the dance songs and the drum beating in some invisible townhouse, but when they went toward the sound it would shift about and they would hear it behind them or away in some other direction, so that they could never find the place where the dance was.

They were a friendly people, too, and often brought lost wanderers to their townhouses under the mountains and cared for them there until they were rested and then guided them back to their homes. More than once, also, when the Cherokee were hard pressed by the enemy, the Nûñnĕ′hĭ warriors have come out, as they did at old Nĭkwăsĭ′, and have saved them from defeat. Some people have thought that they are the same as the Yûñwĭ Tsunsdi′, the "Little People"; but these are fairies, no larger in size than children.

There was a man in Nottely town who had been with the Nûñnĕ′hĭ when he was a boy, and he told Wafford all about it. He was a truthful, hard-headed man, and Wafford had heard the story so often from other people that he asked this man to tell it. It was in this way:

When he was about 10 or 12 years old, he was playing one day near the river, shooting at a mark with his bow and arrows, until he became tired, and started to build a fish trap in the water. While he was piling up the stones in two long walls a man came and stood on the bank and asked him what he was doing. The boy told him, and the man said, "Well, that's pretty hard work and you ought to rest a while. Come and take a walk up the river." The boy said, "No"; that he was going home to dinner soon. "Come right up to my house," said the stranger, "and I'll give you a good dinner there and bring you home again in the morning." So the boy went with him up the river until they came to a house, when they went in, and the man's wife and the other people there were very glad to see him, and gave him a fine dinner, and were very kind to him. While they were eating a man that the boy knew very well came in and spoke to him, so that he felt quite at home.

After dinner he played with the other children and slept there that night, and in the morning, after breakfast, the man got ready to take him home. They went down a path that had a cornfield on one side and a peach orchard fenced in on the other, until they came to another trail, and the man said, "Go along this trail across that ridge and you will come to the river road that will bring you straight to your home, and now I'll go back to the house." So, the man went back to the house and the boy went on along the trail, but when he had gone a little way he looked back, and there was no cornfield or orchard or fence or house; nothing but trees on the mountain side.

He thought it very queer, but somehow, he was not frightened, and went on until he came to the river trail in sight of his home. There were a great many people standing about talking, and when they saw him they ran toward him shouting, "Here he is! He is not drowned or killed in the mountains!" They told him they had been hunting him ever since yesterday noon and asked him where he had been. "A man took me over to his house just across the ridge, and I had a fine dinner and a good time with the children," said the boy, "I thought Udsi′skală here"—that was the name of the man he had seen at dinner—"would tell you where I was." But Udsi′skală said, "I haven't seen you. I was out all day in my canoe hunting you. It was one of the Nûñnĕ′hĭ that made himself look like me." Then his mother said, "You say you had dinner there?" "Yes, and I had plenty, too," said the boy; but his mother answered, "There is no house there—only trees and rocks—but we hear a drum sometimes in the big bald above. The people you saw were the Nûñnĕ′hĭ."

Once, four Nûñnĕ′hĭ women came to a dance at Nottely town and danced half the night with the young men there, and nobody knew that they were Nûñnĕ′hĭ, but thought them visitors from another settlement. About midnight they left to go home, and some men who had come out from the townhouse to cool off watched to see which way they went. They saw the women go down the trail to the river ford, but just as they came to the water they disappeared, although it was a plain trail, with no place where they could hide. Then the watchers knew they were Nûñnĕ′hĭ women.

Several men saw this happen, and one of them was Wafford's father-in-law, who was known for an honest man. At another time a man named Burnt-tobacco was crossing over the ridge from Nottely to Hemptown in Georgia and heard a drum and the songs of dancers in the hills on one side of the trail. He rode over to see who could be dancing in such a place, but when he reached the spot the drum and the songs were behind him, and he was so frightened that he hurried back to the trail and rode all the way to Hemptown as hard as he could to tell the story. He was a truthful man, and they believed what he said.

There must have been a good many of the Nûñnĕ′hĭ living in that neighborhood, because the drumming was often heard in the high balds almost up to the time of the Removal.

On a small upper branch of Nottely, running nearly due north from Blood Mountain, there was also a hole, like a small well or chimney, in the ground, from which there came up a warm vapor that heated all the air around. People said that this was because the Nûñnĕ′hĭ had a townhouse and a fire under the mountain. Sometimes in cold weather hunters would stop there to warm themselves, but they were afraid to stay long. This was more than sixty years ago, but the hole is probably there yet.

Close to the old trading path from South Carolina up to the Cherokee Nation, somewhere near the head of Tugaloo, there was formerly a noted circular depression about the size of a townhouse, and waist deep. Inside it was always clean as though swept by unknown hands. Passing traders would throw logs and rocks into it, but would always, on their return, find them thrown far out from the hole. The Indians said it was a Nûñnĕ′hĭ townhouse, and never liked to go near the place or even to talk about it, until at last some logs thrown in by the traders were allowed to remain there, and then they concluded that the Nûñnĕ′hĭ, annoyed by the persecution of the white men, had abandoned their townhouse forever.

There is another race of spirits, the Yûñwĭ Tsunsdi′, or "Little People," who live in rock caves on the mountain side. They are little fellows, hardly reaching up to a man's knee, but well-shaped and handsome, with long hair falling almost to the ground. They are great wonder workers and are very fond of music, spending half their time drumming and dancing. They are helpful and kind-hearted, and often when people have been lost in the mountains, especially children who have strayed away from their parents, the Yûñwĭ Tsunsdi′ have found them and taken care of them and brought them back to their homes.

Sometimes their drum is heard in lonely places in the mountains, but it is not safe to follow it, because the Little People do not like to be disturbed at home, and they throw a spell over the stranger so that he is bewildered and loses his way, and even if he does at last get back to the settlement, he is like one dazed ever after. Sometimes, also, they come near a house at night and the people inside hear them talking, but they must not go out, and in the morning, they find the corn gathered or the field cleared as if a whole force of men had been at work. If anyone should go out to watch, he would die. When a hunter finds anything in the woods, such as a knife or a trinket, he must say, "Little People, I want to take this," because it may belong to them, and if he does not ask their permission, they will throw stones at him as he goes home.

Once a hunter in winter found tracks in the snow like the tracks of little children. He wondered how they could have come there and followed them until they led him to a cave, which was full of Little People, young and old, men, women, and children. They brought him in and were kind to him, and he was with them some time; but when he left, they warned him that he must not tell or he would die. He went back to the settlement and his friends were all anxious to know where he had been. For a long time, he refused to say, until at last he could not hold out any longer, but told the story, and in a few days he died. Only a few years ago two hunters from Raventown, going behind the high fall near the head of Oconaluftee on the East Cherokee reservation, found there a cave with fresh footprints of the Little People all over the floor.

During the smallpox among the East Cherokee just after the war one sick man wandered off, and his friends searched, but could not find him. After several weeks he came back and said that the Little People had found him and taken him to one of their caves and tended him until he was cured.

About twenty-five years ago a man named Tsantăwû′ was lost in the mountains on the head of Oconaluftee. It was wintertime and very cold and his friends thought he must be dead, but after sixteen days he came back and said that the Little People had found him and taken him to their cave, where he had been well treated, and given plenty of everything to eat except bread. This was in large loaves, but when he took them in his hand to eat, they seemed to shrink into small cakes so light and crumbly that though he might eat all day he would not be satisfied. After he was well rested, they had brought him a part of the way home until they came to a small creek, about knee deep, when they told him to wade across to reach the main trail on the other side. He waded across and turned to look back, but the Little People were gone and the creek was a deep river. When he reached home his legs were frozen to the knees and he lived only a few days.

Once the Yûñwĭ Tsunsdi′ had been very kind to the people of a certain settlement, helping them at night with their work and taking good care of any lost children, until something happened to offend them, and they made up their minds to leave the neighborhood. Those who were watching at the time saw the whole company of Little People come down to the ford of the river and cross over and disappear into the mouth of a large cave on the other side. They were never heard of near the settlement again.

There are other fairies, the Yûñwĭ Amai′yĭnĕ′hĭ, or Water-dwellers, who live in the water, and fishermen pray to them for help. Other friendly spirits live in people's houses, although no one can see them, and so long as they are there to protect the house no witch can come near to do mischief.

Tsăwa′sĭ and Tsăga′sĭ are the names of two small fairies, who are mischievous enough, but yet often help the hunter who prays to them. Tsăwa′sĭ, or Tsăwa′sĭ Usdi′ga (Little Tsăwa′sĭ), is a tiny fellow, very handsome, with long hair falling down to his feet, who lives in grassy patches on the hillsides and has great power over the game. To the deer hunter who prays to him he gives skill to slip up on the deer through the long grass without being seen. Tsăga′sĭ is another of the spirits invoked by the hunter and is very helpful, but when someone trips and falls, we know that it is Tsăga′sĭ who has caused it. There are several other of these fairies with names, all good-natured, but more or less tricky.

Then there is De′tsătă. De′tsătă was once a boy who ran away to the woods to avoid a scratching and tries to keep himself invisible ever since. He is a handsome little fellow and spends his whole time hunting birds with blowgun and arrow. He has a great many children who are all just like him and have the same name. When a flock of birds flies up suddenly as if frightened it is because De′tsătă is chasing them. He is mischievous and sometimes hides an arrow from the bird hunter, who may have shot it off into a perfectly clear space but looks and looks without finding it. Then the hunter says, "De′tsătă, you have my arrow, and if you don't give it up, I'll scratch you," and when he looks again, he finds it.

There is one spirit that goes about at night with a light. The Cherokee call it Atsil′-dihye′gĭ, "The Fire-carrier," and they are all afraid of it, because they think it dangerous, although they do not know much about it. They do not even know exactly what it looks like, because they are afraid to stop when they see it. It may be a witch instead of a spirit. Wafford's mother saw the "Fire-carrier" once when she was a young woman, as she was coming home at night from a trading post in South Carolina. It seemed to be following her from behind, and she was frightened and whipped up her horse until she got away from it and never saw it again.

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