#storminmywake

[cosmicangsts]

//thanks for the follow, friend!

no problem at all ! i really hope to get to write some interactions between nine and five with you, two of my favorite doctors meeting would be a dream !

[intergalacticstarlight]

[@storminmywake continued from here.]

The blonde notices nothing of the hesitation in The Doctor's nervous system nor his step, eyes heavily lidded and mostly closed. Her arms drape over his shoulders, wound tightly around his collar as she pressed her face against the skin at the back of his neck, little hairs poking at her skin.

Her own hair drapes over them both, and smells like green apple shampoo.

A grunt escapes her, and it almost wobbles at the end like a smirk and a chuckle might've done, were she not fighting off the very potent and rapidly overwhelming sleep aid the TARDIS had given her.

"Yeah, might do," she utters, then sighs a bit as her arms tighten their hold 'round his shoulders and inhales, almost like she's taking in his scent. "F'you ever teach me t'fly the TARDIS properly…"

There's a giggle then, and even half-gone from the sleep aid it still reverberates and rumbles the both of them. The ship itself seems amused too, but the blonde doesn't notice the gentle flicker of the lights, either.

Another sigh, and a shake of the head, and she's muttering, "Still, though… wiv'out you, s'just.. stars… s'just space…s'just time travel…s'not... special wiv'out you…" The words trailed off, broken apart by sleepily taken breaths but still clearly spoken and utterly genuine.

[angie-j-kay]

hey there! list five things that make you happy, then put this is the askbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you! spread the happiness and positivity <3

Oooooh, hmm...

5: I love to garden, and I have a balcony where I can do so now. Oh yes, there will be hot peppers.

4: I adore books, whether I'm reading them or writing them. Or making art for them, that's fun too.

3: The fact that I survived abusive family and a shit ex-boyfriend, lived through some nasty poverty including couch-dwelling for a time, and now I live in Madrid, near art supplies that I can actually afford to buy, with good food that I actually have the time and money to prepare, and in a community where I can be my happy, queer-as-hell self without worrying about weirdos getting in my face about it.

2: Tea. Tea is nice.

1: Waking up in the morning with my husband. We were best friends in college, we were each others first "coming out," and got our autisms diagnosed together. We're coming up on our fourteenth anniversary soon, and we're both basically aro except for each other, but there we are holding hands in public and making the straights squirm.

I don't think I actually have 10 followers on this blog yet, so if you're reading this consider yourself "asked" about this. ;P

[wandofwillow]

"Here, for you," he said as he handed her a gift; it looked like it had been wrapped by a child who was still getting the hang of wrapping presents but still wanted to put a lot of effort into it for the person receiving. (Look, he's not had much reason to wrap presents until he had met Ivy and her aunt; he was sorely out of practice). "I's much beloved in muggle society, and it felt like it was right up your alley. Happy Yule, McKenna." It was a special edition volume of The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien.

"Is this because you got tired of me not knowing what in the muses you were talking about any time you mention anything pertaining to Tolkien?" She examined the book's front and back cover, her eyes twinkling. A book was the best gift she could ever be gifted. "I love it already. Thanks, Gallagher."

Setting the book down, she picked up her gift to John- one that she hadn't even bothered wrapping. "All of the wrapping paper disappeared somewhere in the attic, and there's a portrait up there that screams at me, so I just decided to forego the wrapping..." she trailed off, sheepishly.

It was a mug. And on the mug, in bold black ink read 'Best Dad Award'. Ivy was blushing furiously. "It's really silly, I know...but it's also not all that silly..."

[chemicalmorality]

@storminmywake said: " rumor has it you escaped the long reach and pull of the war; would have thought you would have been all over that. "

The Rani tensed, then grimaced. This regeneration was more...reactive than she preferred - it was more difficult to temper her emotions when her body was so quick to show her hand.

She had little love for the people of Gallifrey, so when the Lord President had contacted her and asked her to return to make weapons, she'd declined. Perhaps not politely, but it was a refusal all the same. The Lord President, however, decided that her refusal was immaterial, and captured her anyway, then set her to work making bioweapons to fight the Daleks in a cell that doubled for a laboratory.

"Some rumors are just that - rumors."

She paused, not wanting to share too much even though realistically it wouldn't hurt.

"Though...you are half right. I did escape it. But had I been granted the dignity of a refusal, I would have stayed away from the War from the start, with no need to escape in the first place."

She gets a distant look in her eyes, but only for a second, before she shakes it off.

"In the end, I wasn't there for the grand finale. Someone used the Moment - at least, that's what I've garnered. What else could have done it but the Galaxy Eater?"

She paused, then looked down at her nails, trying not to sound overly emotional. It wasn't as though she...cared for the people down on that godforsaken planet. It wasn't home, and it hadn't been for a long time. Even so...no. Sentimentality wasn't useful; she ignored the cloying, sickly feeling she had in the root of her stomach.

"Was it you?"

She wasn't an idiot. The fact that nearly every single Time Lord was dead made it easy to guess. Process of elimination, she supposed. (Quite literally in this case).

[ncthingmore]

Cian had been away in the human world for a long time, having grown restless and (admittedly) bored in the fairy realms. But now he felt the call to return home. Stepping off the fae path into the territory of The Underground, he made his way towards the castle (there was no need to start things off on the wrong foot with Jareth and sour the contentment he felt at being back amongst the fae).

@storminmywake

The Underground when dealing with time felt long and short at the exact same time. 13 hours to solve the Labyrinth felt like only one or two, and because of the nature of the realm and the mostly chaotic nature of the Goblin City, a measure of time was rather meaningless. But for Crystal though, she knew it had been a long while since she had seen her friend Cian. He had been venturing to the human realm. Whilst the princess wanted to explore above ground with as much enthusiasm she always had exploring her own home, she knew she couldn't leave. Her duty was here, learning to be future Queen.

As she looked out from the open window of the castle, when the familiar figure came into view, Crystal audibly gasped and left the window almost immediately, taking several minutes of almost tripping over some of her smaller subjects before making her way out of the entrance.

"Cian!" she cried happily, arms outstretched as she carefully came down the enormous amount of steps, "You have returned! It has been so long! How was the realm of the humans?"

[guard-dogbiscuits]

//Thanks for the follow, friend!

My pleasure!

[angelic-din-mortem]

@storminmywake: Continue from here

The Doctor had been reading in his big comfy chair in the library when John wandered in bleary-eyed, looking for him. Poor lad had been having trouble sleeping, asked if he could stay with him for a little while. How could he refuse?

The historical treatise about the rise and fall of some distant planet's regime was hardly good bed-time reading material, but the Old Girl was good enough to provide more suitable material. Once John was comfortable, them snuggled up in the beat up old chair, The Doctor began to read.

He's not sure at what point in 'The Hobbit' the lad fell asleep, but looking down at the small form snuggled close, small hand staunchly clutching his leather jacket, and he smiled. The Doctor could sense something was Different about the boy: a timelessness that was as familiar as it was alien. But so, as long as John wasn't a threat and so long as the lad was safe and content, The Doctor didn't see the harm and was happy to keep him around. After all, he himself was over 1000 years old yet he looked barely 40 in this body - who was he to judge a book by its cover?

He gave the boy's shoulder a gentle squeeze, but lets him sleep. The TARDIS graciously moved John's duvet from his bed to the armrest, and The Doctor sets The Hobbit down in order to tuck John in. Satisfied that his ward was comfortable, he reached for his historical treatise once more...

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John didn't know what caused them to return. Was HE awake again? Stirring from his slumber? Threatening to break free once more? Or was his past catching up to him? Haunting him, not abling him to let go and seek out a future that was his? Whatever it was, he couldn't find time to sleep, not alone... Not without knowing he wasn't going insane, and that things were going to be okay...They had to be okay... Let them be okay...

Noticing the book the Doctor was reading, he stares at it in thought before noticing a new book and perking up at it. Oh, he knows that book. He loves that book! Quite a fascinating story. He loves the story about the shapeshifter and the dragon... Quickly, he joins the taller male and curls up, more so... he loves this man...the story was lovely...a lovely distraction that allowed his mind a place to escape to...but this man...this man was someone he can always go to...And to know it was going to be okay...But for how long? How long will it last until?... No... he mustn't think that way... He didn't want to...it hurt too much too...it hurt...

Slowly, he started to drift, heart and mind finding peace and warmth in the voice of the Doctor, in his body...So warm...so loving...even with all that pent-up rage and sadness and pain... And yet...he still had room and time to love and protect and hold him... Tiny blunt nails dig into the jacket before relaxing. That's right... the Doctor was no mere human, he was a 1000-year-old alien with a time machine, who saves worlds and people, even after everything that has happened to him, he continues to... It was... mind-boggling...but not as mind-boggling as the fact even with all that, he still choose to adopt him, John, as his son... It...that day...was one of the happiest things that ever happened to him... Because... even if it may be a few more years...months...weeks...or even days...The time that was spent with the Doctor, his father...the few years they had...has been some of the happiest he has ever been... And that said something for him... That's right...the Doctor gave him everything he could have ever asked for without any reason to... A friend...a family...a dad...a home...And even if he was just seen as just some mortal human, something he tried his best to be, the Doctor accepted him, even as such...

After many hours, tired big eyes slowly open as they stare, wondering where they were before the event with the Doctor slowly coming to mind. That's right...he couldn't sleep again...Letting out a slow breath, he sighs. How pathetic... And yet... he looks down...He was thankful... Even if the Doctor was protecting him from his nightmares and fears of abandonment...of neglect...it was moments like these, he too will protect the Doctor in what way he can... by giving him smiles and peals of laughter and comfort and company... To just being that small naive happy jolly boy...the Doctor deserves some happiness and peace too... even if it cannot last forever, John wanted to at least gave him even just a small break from the long work of life...

[linguistwho]

Doctor's Cot Weekends - Sentence 14:

"Yes, I drank some cocoa and got engaged." - The First Doctor

[cosmicangsts]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

a memory .

do you know what love is ? you think you did , once upon a time . maybe you never did . you hold onto what you think love is ; how you felt when you thought you had it . it's fleeting , and maybe you'll never feel that way again . but wasn't it great ? how long will you stay here , lost in this world of fantasy and memory ? when will you move on ?

tagged by : @curamorte , be bless tagging : @isbrilliant , @tenfoldrage , @riiese , @carbondated , @storminmywake @ YOU .

[angie-j-kay]

OH SHIT my novel chapters are getting put in the city library!!!

So I decided to take a risk, and packed all of my current chapters of What You Cast Out into little envelopes and take them to a few nearby shops. There was an occult shop, a comic shop, the local Hippie grocery co-op, places that are known to be partial to fantasy stories or local businesses.

While the shops didn't show very much interest (beyond the comic shop being politely intrigued), the local city library freaking FELL ON THIS.

"Wait... you're the author? AND YOU DID THE COVER ART??? AND YOU HAD IT PRINTED AT A LOCALLY OWNED PRINTER?????"

Apparently they have a special section of the library where they showcase books written by local authors, and the librarians said that once they'd made it through being entered into the database, my books would be welcome in that showcase.

I'd like to note that there are some local authors here, mostly published through Amazon Press and with 90s-era photoshopped covers. And the topics tend to be local history and folklore, with like one mystery novel that I've heard of.

But there's NO fantasy, and ABSOLUTELY NO FANTASY set here in Southern IL. Like, readers from this region will be able to pinpoint locations and cities in the chapters, as things progress. Also, cover art:

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What You Cast Out: A Tale From Little Egypt (Novel Masterpost)

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[wandofwillow]

"i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about."

"And I'm the Princess of Wales." She hadn't even said anything, initially. He knew her well enough to recognize a look when she cast him one. "Let's try that again- what's wrong, John?"

She bit her lip hard, fighting back the urge to point out the unintentional rhyme she had made.

[forgediinfire]

If you were a houseplant, what species would you be?

Ivy

With enough luck, you're gonna live for more than one year. You can never be fully satisfied. If you find a friend, you'll never want to leave their side.

Tagged by: @ofyorkshire Tagging: @storminmywake @conduitandconjurer (for any of your muses tbh), @ivegotforever and anyone else who wants to!

[starsailed]

Astrid’s Flaws

𝗕𝗢𝗟𝗗   —  character trait.

𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘊   —  situational.

absent-minded | abusive | addict | adrenaline junkie | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly loyal | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | cheater | clingy | clumsy | cocky | codependent | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed (this is not a flaw but whatevs) | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | fixated | flaky | frail | fraudulent | foul mouthed | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | grudgeholding | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | possessive | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-destructive | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | suspicious | tactless | temperamental | timid | thief | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

Tagged By: @storminmywake (thank you! ♥) Tagging: I don’t follow enough people here yet, so whoever would like to!

[soulsinshadow]

@storminmywake

Come take ibuprofen with me

[angelic-din-mortem]

Holiday Spirit in the TARDIS.

@storminmywake from here: 

The Doctor hears the pitter-patter of tiny feet as John (attempts to) sneak down the corridor, and he continues his work, pretending not to notice -- for the trip to the tree.

As John sneaks his way back, The Doctor, still about his work, teasingly says: "You know, Father Christmas can't show up if the children aren't in bed." 

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Hearing the Doctor, the boy freezes before perking up and looks over with curiosity. “You really think he’d come if I was good?” That certainly grabbed his attention. “Do you think I’m good enough?” He never had Santa really visit him before coming here, but since being with the Doctor, he found over time to be quite different. Still, that didn’t stop the time before from once existing, so to this day, it still took him my surprise that he still had a chance.