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elements-of-harmony · 2 years

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Reaaaaad Meeeeeee Seymooooore ( BYI )

Visual roleplay and ask blog based on the Tupperbox community q and a and source material from "The Year without a Santa Claus", "A Miser Brothers Christmas" and the fanction "The Holiday Inn" Please continue below and read the information under the cut.

Aliases/Nicknames: Hothead, Mr. Sun, Sultan of the South

💕Significant Other: Aqua 💕

Gender: Masculine leaning; he/him pronouns

Powers/Species: Sun/Fire Elemental

Physical Age: 45

Height: 6’5

Eye Color: Brown/Amber

Hair Color: ginger

Bio: Heat Miser is observant and a deep thinker, a true introvert with a keen intellect and a mean sarcastic streak. What he may lack in bedside manner, however, he more than makes up for with his fierce loyalty and love for his family.

His hot temper is his greatest weakness.

Aliases/Nicknames: Snowy, Mr. Snow, King of Cool

💕Significant Other: Shocky 💕

Gender: agender/ genderfluid; he/him pronouns

Powers/Species: Snow/Ice Elemental

Physical Age: 45

Height: 6’9

Eye Color: Brown/Amber

Hair Color: White/Translucent

Bio: The more outgoing of the two brothers, Snow is both openly and unashamedly autistic and very outgoing. His wit, tendency toward imagination, and loyalty to being his authentic self make him a fun and refreshing companion, his empathy a true ally.

His lack of tact and filter, however often leads to arguments between the two brothers and more often than not puts him in an unfavorable position with others.

Aliases/Nicknames: Shocky, Missy

💕Significant Other: Snow Miser 💕

Gender: feminine leaning; she/they pronouns

Powers/Species: arctic elf with light and electric powers

Physical Age: 26

Height: 5’5”

Eye Color: green

Hair Color: gray/green, ginger

Bio: Shocky is observant, a deep thinker and a wearer of her heart on her sleeve. A outwardly warm and personable elf, she possesses both a vivid imagination and scars from her lifelong battle with rampant ableism and struggle to be accepted in her own family leading to harsher image of herself than most outside her birth guardians will ever prescribe. Her handicaps with memory and dyscalculia, tendency to hold long grudges, sensitivity to rejection, and chronic pain are among her greatest weaknesses.

Aliases/Nicknames: Aqua, “Miss No Fun” 💕Significant Other: Heat Miser 💕 Gender: feminine; she/her pronouns Powers/Species:: arctic elf with water powers Physical Age: 29 Height: 5’3 Eye Color: green Hair Color: blue Bio: The more outgoing of the two sisters, Aqua is a silver-tongued diplomat with a cleverly hidden wild side. While her knack for navigating the ins and outs of society quells many would-be disputes, her boldness, snark, and love of letting loose make her the life of the party. Her ability to mask easily, however, alienates her from those who cannot conform so easily and the walls she builds are her greatest weakness.

The Misers are both in happy exclusive monogamous marriages and are not looking for thirds, please do not ask to date them, privately or otherwise or send them romantic asks or starters.

Asks about their relationships are welcome and will appear under their respective tags but attempts to replace the established significant others listed above will be ignored and may result in further restriction from interacting with this blog- the answer is a hard no!!

The Miser brothers are not related to your character unless discussed beforehand ( Find me here! ) or, of course if they are related in canon.

Likewise, these two haven’t met your character unless we’ve agreed that they have, or if your character belongs to the Rankin Bass lore that’s part of their source material. Don’t hesitate to ask though, I’m a sucker for found family and would love to add to theirs, they can always use more friends, siblings, and adoptive children! They do not, however, owe you their love or compassion and sympathy baiting will not be taken lightly. They are gods, not therapists. If you or someone you know are struggling to stay safe, please contact your local suicide hotline!

Sending asks and starters about the Misers recreationally using or abusing drugs is a really good way to be banned from this blog. Don’t try me <3

Jokes about either of them being under the influence are something I find disgusting and regardless of whether you think it’s funny, there is no place for that here. This content is not welcome anywhere near my inbox at any time under any circumstance.

You do not have permission to kill, maim, traumatize, or otherwise seriously harm my characters physically or otherwise.

Additionally, this blog is an all ages blog. To keep it that way, asks and starters intended for mature audiences will be omitted.

The Misers do, however, spar more than occasionally. It is after all how they do their job! Feel free to send light angst and test your dice roller against the seasoned brothers.

Original characters, characters from most other fandoms, and self inserts are, of course more all than welcome to interact. Shocky herself happens to be one after all! * Will not interact with content pertaining to Steven Universe or its fans including roleplayers of the characters. The Diamonds in particular makes me deeply uncomfortable and I do not wish to invite people who support them to this blog.

I, run this blog on spare time and spare energy. Because of this, more often than not I favor simple asks and light starters over longer and more serious posts.

Additionally, art reblogs are hand picked based on activity and to match my interpretation of the characters to enhance immersion. Because of that, posts depicting other pairings, designs, and headcanons are excluded as well as most popular posts.

If I don’t interact with your content it’s not because I don’t like you, promise! And finally, as this is a roleplay blog, this blog WILL feature AI generated content. All content posted has been edited, transformed, or directly created by me and the posts will specify which but will occasionally feature replies enhanced by Character.ai and audio trained on character data through So-vits-SVC. If you disagree with this content you are free to leave or engage in the posts not collaboratively made with this technology such as my drawings but I will not debate with you, entertain bad faith questions, or tolerate aggression. Engaging with my blog with the intention of starting a fight will end badly for you, do not try it :) It is also worth noting that I do not support the use of ai for the purpose of defamation or career theft. These posts are created for personal and nonprofit artistic enjoyment only and if you redistribute any of it with the intent to sell, to impact the legacies and careers of the very real voice actors and singers involved, or to feed it into any extra algorithm I will find your kneecaps and delete them :)

Failure to respect the boundaries outlined in this post will result in revocation of access to this blog and its contents

#about #about the muse #rules #had to redo the dang thing bc this hellsite won't bother to fix its own dang code

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bates--boy · 11 months

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Peter Oxensternja in Wicked! Drag

I really hope you get it And you don't live to regret it! I hope you're happy in the end! I hope you're happy... my... friend!

Their hands fell apart, their eyes still locked together even as Peter slipped into the gate, disappearing into the shadows. The guards burst in, charging after Glinda, and if this were real, the actor wouldn't have been able to put up a fight; he was slender, even slimmer than Peter, and a few centimeters shorter as well. The guards started dragging David, Glinda, away.

"Oh! Leave me alone!" Glinda howled. "Do you hear?! Let go of me!"

Peter stepped back, bumping into the lever and activating the locksafe around his hips. He swept his cape over it.

"It's not her! She has nothing to do with it! I'm the one you want! It's me!"

He felt the jolt, the tiniest of it, from the platform as its mechanics started up. They had practiced this for two months, yet still, Peter could feel his heart start to kick in his chest. He had to steady him -- steady, steady -- else he'd get swept up in the moment and lose himself.

"Elphie!"

The platform rose, and Peter, broom at his side, soared.

"It's meeeeeeee!"

But god damn, was it hard to not get lost in the magic! Opening night, pivotal scene of the play, the cheers of the audience bouncing against the walls and making the whole damn theatre come alive.

So if you care to find me Look to the western sky!

And some of that wondrous life weaved into Peter, filling his chest; he could feel the fine hairs on his neck and arm rise underneath the costume and wig.

As someone told me lately: "Everyone deserves the chance to fly!" And if I'm flying solo, oh At least I'm flying free! To those who ground me: Take a message back from meeeeee!

He shouldn't let himself get distracted, but there they were, right in the nosebleeds: Tarsha, Mike with little Pakiza on his lap, Adel with Hasan, hypnotized with awe on Adel's knee, and Tommy.

Ashira, beautiful Ashira even after all that happened, with the same dazzle and glee in her older children's eyes.

And in her arms, tiny and curled up and protected with specially-made noise-cancelling headphone, slept the very reason he was doing this. The reason Peter can keep going on, whose heart he could feel as he bonded with her for the briefest moment.

Tell them how I am defying gravity! I'm flying hiiiiiigh, defying gravity! And soon, I'll match them in renown!

Peter pointed his broom at the guards that cowered below him. "And nobody, in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring --"

MEEEEEEE DOWNNNNNNN!

He could feel his cheeks flush underneath his makeup, could feel that electricity build and build. He drew from the applause from before, the power of it that filled his lungs. He knew what he looked like right now, sweeping black cape that seems alive, now being swallowed with swirling color

BRING ME DOWNNNNNNNNNN!

Big finish, big finish -- he can't get lost in how far and loud his voice carried, how he seemed to explode with the magic -- no, the might of Elphaba Thropp. Robert was right -- this role was perfect for him.

He lifted the broom and threw his head back, his throat working for the battle cry, louder than even that of the villagers who wanted to bring him down.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

The lights cut off. Peter could still feel the life his voice breathed into the structure of the house, yet a moment of breathlessness gripped the audience. Then, the eruption, the thunder of clapping and whistling and cheering and crying, the way it made Peter drunk and dizzy.

He could do this forever.

#hetalia #droid noodles ( writing )#life thus far ( story )

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heidi-oferrall-is-a-narcissist · 1 year

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Does Heidi NEED to shove her face in every pic? She's not even making the hat the focus of the pics that are supposed to be selling these things, all of them are "LOOK AT MEEEEEEE! (oh and also this hat buy it plz)" Does she have no idea how to compose sales pics or is she that hard of a narc?

Why not both? She's definitely not a good photographer (hence why she used her also narcissistic husband at the time do her photos for her, he's a piece of shit but he could at least take a photo and put focus on the right shit), and she's a huge narcissist so she's never going to lose her "need" to put herself in every picture. She even did it with her latest mantle, even though she has and uses a mannequin for it, she has to put herself into it as the first advertising image for it.

While not the ugly "moldy trash bin water" color as the last one she made, imagine throwing $50 away for a strip of crochet she did so poorly it looks like it's already falling apart, but she's spinning it like it's supposed to look like it sat in a closet for decades getting eaten by moths.

#atelierheidi #atelier heidi #heidi o'ferrall #heidi o ferrall #forest girl co #forest girl clothing #forestgirlco #terrible fashion #narcissism #pure narcissism

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sunnyscircle · 2 years

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ALRIGHT HORMONAL TEENS WHO HAVE ACNE PLZ LISTEN UP CUZ I WISH I'DVE KNOWN THIS SOONER

(Btw if you do HAVE acne it's not that big of a deal, if anyone is judging you for it they've got their own issues. However sometimes we don't want acne because it makes US feel not very pretty or handsome or good inside, and that's why we choose to change it)

If you're like me, you have a lot of acne because

1) maybe you're neurodivergent! Washing bedsheets and pillow cases is hard, or you sleep on pillow pets and you don't know how to wash them

2) You pick at your skin! It happens, your brain needs to be stimulated, it doesn't make you bad

3) FUCKING GENETICS 😡 THANKS MOM

4) Poor diet! Whether that be for mental issues, no access to healthy foods, or you just prefer it, that's okay

5) You're on other hormones! Like, estrogen or testosterone, like meeeeeee

6) You forget to wash your face every day

7) You're stressed out! Life is a lot

Whatever the reason may be, hopefully some of this stuff will help you out. I felt like maybe I didn't deserve to take care of my acne because it would make me "less real" of a person (thanks mom), or because I didn't have a good diet and didn't wash my face every single day, three times a day

First things first- my skin texture is oily, very oily especially after testosterone, and I sweat like A. LOT. So I get a lot of white heads (small pimples that have a 'head' or visible white bump, that you can easily see), and a lot of blind pimples. Blind pimples are pimples that are painful, underneath the skin, and don't have a head. You can feel them if you drag your finger across your skin, but sometimes you can't always see them. They may show up as a red bump on your face, but without a head, and they feel very deep

For white heads, I use specifically Hero: Mighty pimple patch, the original (image below). The red box basically. But I pop the fucker first!! That way the patch sucks up all of the stupid shit in my face. It works for me! I know the instructions on the box are like put it on an unpopped white head or whatever, that shit didn't work for me.

Next! For blind pimples!!! I use the micropoint for blemishes shit, the blue/teal box. This stuff doesn't get rid of it usually, but it does help me get it way within a week. This stuff helps it come to a head on my face, from there I can pop it, stick the original patch on my face, and be good to go. Usually it takes 3 weeks to a couple of months to get blind pimples off my face, which PISSES ME OFF LMAO. They hurt too. You can also use hot water on a rag to soothe them, but that's never worked for me.

I have a lot of scars and dark spots on my face. It's just what happens when you pick at it, nothing to be ashamed of. For this, I use two things.

The first- Micropoint for dark spots. This really helped soothe my skin, and made my scars a lot smaller.

And also, my new favorite, color correcting green cream, rescue balm. This also made my scars just WAAAYYYY smaller, and did a better job for me than the micropoint, but both do the job for me.

I also wash my face with Cera Ve Oil Control facial cleanser!! This shit was SOOO GOOD for a lot of blind acne around my ears, but not really around my cheeks. It does definitely help me though, and it does prevent a lot of white heads that I would otherwise get. It also helps get rid of blind acne I get on the backs of my ears??? I don't know how they get there BUT FUUUUUUCK DOES IT PISS ME OFF! I also use it on my chest, my shoulders, and my back. Anywhere I get acne, boom, use it as a wash. I also use normal body wash AFTER the oil control. I'm just a sweaty boy, what can I say?

A lot of this stuff is around $15, and so it can be expensive as hell getting it. I've things like Persa-gel 10, Sr Ives Acne Control, normal hand soap, clean and clear morning burst, Biore, face masks... so many things. It's not even funny how much money I've spent on my face.

And truthfully, none of it worked. People say stick with it until you see a change, but if it's been a month or two, you should be seeing results.

I've tried more inexpensive options, but my face is very not into inexpensive options. If you have access to this stuff, this is exactly what worked for me, but a lot of it is just finding products your skin likes.

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bonshaquitalafawndreeah · 3 years

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A bandwagoner’s ode to the Cubs

Let’s get one thing straight right away: I am absolutely not a sports fan. I hated sports most of my life because they made me feel excluded. I couldn’t catch or throw a ball or comprehend strategy. I was consistently picked last in gym class and then shunned by my classmates for making them lose a game of flag football. This made me a very bitter, non participatory person. I’m that basic betch who jokes about a football game interrupting the Beyoncé concert during the super bowl. I declare that I wish both teams could lose when the Bears play the Packers and I’m forced to watch. I don’t even join in at cookouts when people start playing bags. (And I’m sure by now you’re thinking, “wow, you must be fun at parties.”)

I am NOT a fan of sports, but I am a fan of the Chicago Cubs.

Or at least I’m something adjacent to being a fan. (I am somewhere in the “ballpark” if you will.) Is it fair to lump me in with people who bleed Cubbie Blue and can recite rosters from the 90’s? God no! I am a casual admirer at best and although I come from a long line of Cub fans I admittedly payed zero attention to the sport until the 2016 World Series. You could say I’m a bandwagoner but I’m even worse than that. Even after they won the first World Series in 108 years I was still not super interested in sitting through a game. It wasn’t until my husband dragged me to Wrigley under the guise of “spending a day together in the city” that I realized there’s something truly magical about the experience.

Maybe I also happened to be in a magical season of life. We were newlyweds and the World Series win coincided with our honeymoon. My husband wore a Cubs cap to every bar and restaurant and we were congratulated by every person we met. People who had never even been to Illinois were so happy and excited for us. I was buzzing with the kind of pride you feel when something newsworthy happens in your hometown.

I grew up two hours away from Chicago, but moved to the suburbs around 2016. During that chapter, it felt like the entire world was opening up for me and everything was exciting. I had just gotten the job I used to dream about and had coworkers that would quickly start to feel like family. On weekends David and I would take the train from Glen Ellyn to the city. As I sipped a coffee and watched the scenery roll by I couldn’t believe my luck. A friendless little girl from the boonies had found a little community she could thrive in, and it was all next door to one of the world’s greatest cities.

That first Cubs game felt like a fairy tale. I knew I would enjoy drinking beer and eating a hot dog, but I planned on being bored by the rest of it. I didn’t expect to immediately fall in love with the charm of Wrigleyville. Everyone in the stadium was twinkle-in-their-eyes friendly. The blooper reels were cute and funny. Anthony Rizzo stepped to the plate while “Bad Blood” by Taylor Swift blasted and won my heart forever. I developed a genuine investment in the outcome of the game and cheered and groaned with gusto. I somehow got to watch them win that day and we jumped up and down and sang “go Cubs go” as though we had accomplished something incredible. As we left our seats I was grinning from ear to ear like a little kid. We stopped for drinks at the Cubbie Bear and I told David I had just accidentally discovered my favorite thing to do in Chicago.

Over the years we went to a few more games. Sometimes we went alone. Other times we brought David’s family. Once we dragged along a good friend who was moving across the country the next day, and another who had just finished an overnight shift. Once we went in early April and it was so cold and rainy that I bought a souvenir blanket for $50. I wore it around my shoulders like a cape in every place we stopped. For the very first time, I understood why people passionately love and defend their teams.

In 2019 we didn’t go to any games because my mental health took a nosedive. I was having panic attacks daily and for whatever reason they were most severe when I was in a car, or basically any place where I couldn’t step away “if I really needed to.” I was pretty scary to be around. I spent the summer going to therapy and sitting around at home waiting to snap out of it. The thought of surviving a train ride or a day in a packed stadium made me queasy.

But I always said that the first thing I wanted to do when I started feeling better was go back to Wrigley. I knew that this extra special era for the Cubs would be short-lived. The current team was really entertaining to watch. They had star power that would be hard to replace and they probably wouldn’t stick around forever. I could never love baseball for stats and numbers and performance metrics. I loved the feeling of joy that these players brought.

At the start of 2020 I was doing so much better and was really excited to get back out there. I couldn’t wait to do all the things that I had caused us to miss. And then, as you know... the rest of 2020 happened.

Going to a game was at the top of my summer 2021 bucket list. But work, birthdays, and family kept pushing it back. We were finally supposed to go to a game in mid-July and it was rained out and rescheduled for September.

And this past weekend the entire core of the Cubs was traded away to other teams. Never in a hundred million trillion years did I expect to be the person to care about this, but I’ve been in mourning all weekend.

For this fair-weather fan, Javy, KB, And Rizzo made sports feel approachable and fun. As someone who DOES NOT SPORT at all, I never believed that I deserved a place in that world, but I felt welcome in the little world they created. The absence of their personalities is going to hurt. A big part of me wonders If I’m better off leaving Wrigley behind me, a rose colored memory of being young and happy in my favorite city and believing that magical things can last forever.

I’m sure we’ll go back for a game again some day. But who knows who will be on the roster then? Or if we’ll have a baby in tow. It’ll be a far cry from stacking towers out of our empty beer cups, swooning over Kris Bryant, and knowing that you have all the time in the world to recreate the fun again and again.

So to wrap this thing up in a way that makes it all about meeeeeee...

The disbanding of this group feels deeply personal. Like I’m leaving behind a slightly more innocent chapter, where I could believe my city and my team were the very best and always would be. And just as they’re moving on to new and necessary adventures, my next chapter will likely be something much more realistic and adult.

But it was sure fun while it lasted.

#chicago cubs #chicago

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asknarashikari · 3 years

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Minific involving Juru and Tametomo in a “not what it looks like” scenario (bonus points for furious Shiguru out of jealously”

Lmao time to torment Tame

“I said I’m fine, Tame, I don’t need to go see the doctor,” Juuru insisted, despite him rubbing at his sore wrist. “I just need a few days off to rest it...”

“Juuru, I’m serious about this,” the yellow ranger chided. “If it’s been sore enough that you thought about wrapping it, you need to have it seen in case it’s something serious. You don’t want it to get worse and end up not being able to draw anymore, do you?”

“Okay, okay...” the younger one deflated. “I’ll talk to Sayo about it...”

Tametomo nodded. “You’d better. Now, give me your hand, and I’ll wrap it for you.” He had a long strip of elastic bandage in his lap, unfurled from when Juuru was trying to do it himself.

Juuru hesitated for a moment, but held out his hand. Tametomo rolled his eyes and took it a little forcefully, causing Juuru to yelp.

And this was the scene that one Oshikiri Shiguru walked into. His eyes flickered between a startled Tametomo and a wincing Juuru, the latter’s hand still in the former’s in what appeared to be a vice grip.

Shiguru saw red, and it had nothing to do with his cute boyfriend’s favorite color.

He marched up to Tametomo, pried his hand away from Juuru, and gave his teammate a chilling glare. “What are you doing to my Juuru?” he demanded, looking at Juuru’s slightly swollen hand. “You hurt him, didn’t you?”

“What? Why would I do that?!” questioned Tametomo in bewilderment.

“Shiguru, no, it’s not what you think!” Juuru said.

“Then why is Juuru’s hand like this?” he asked, gesturing to the appendage.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Tametomo retorted. “He’s the one who did it to himself!”

“It’s true! I overworked it doing a project, Shiguru,” he explained. “Tame was trying to wrap it before I go see Sayo for a consult, see?” He lifted the bandages for emphasis.

“So what was with that yelp then?” Shiguru asked, his eyes still narrowed at Tametomo.

“Okay, that was my fault,” the yellow ranger admitted, holding his hands up. “I grabbed him a bit too hard-”

“You. Did. What.”

Tametomo swallowed and took a step back, sweating nervously, before breaking into a run, Shiguru right on his heels as he screamed for mercy. “Don’t kill meeeeeee!”

“Die, Tame, die!!!”

Juuru sighed, looking at the bandage forlornly. “I should’ve just gone to Sayo to begin with...”

#mashin sentai kiramager #atsuta juuru #oshikiri shiguru #imizu tametomo #otp: ruby and sapphire #ask #askrikkaiandhyotei

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myjoys · 3 years

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uhhhhhh so i had reblogged your yeri talk to me gifs and a bot liked it through my blog. so i tried to report it for spam but might have accidentally reported your post instead 😳

im so so so so so sorry if anything happens to it 😭😔😭 i really hope it doesn’t get taken down because of me. hopefully they’ll see the post is no harm. the gifs are super clear and pretty. the coloring was absolutely one of my favorites in the tags. thank you so much for putting beautiful art into the world and im sorry i might have diminished your hard work. again im sooooooooo sorry if anything happens 😭😭😭😭

this is sending meeeeeee

#asks #goodbyeeeee

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whittakerjodie · 4 years

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Material Girl (13th Doctor X Reader)

Summary: The reader loves collecting all sorts of beautiful trinkets from their time travelling adventures. The Doctor starts to contribute. REQUESTED BY MEEEEEEE

A/N: the vibes are kinda all over the place w this one i think but here it is!

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Explosions, but nothing super severe

You didn’t just love shiny things; anything beautiful caught your eye and kept it for a long while. Part of you knew that you shouldn’t dedicate so much sentiment to material objects, but you couldn’t help yourself. The Doctor noticed your habit for keeping souvenirs when she’d barged into your room at 3 in the morning, yelling about a Silurian attack happening a few towns away. (She’d landed in the wrong month, but you were happy to see her nonetheless, as she was 2 weeks late picking you up for an adventure)

“Oh, this is from Atros!” She said with a smile, picking up a large necklace you’d purchased from the merchant-filled planet. It was glittering with dozens of unknown gems, all wrapped in a red metal native to the planet. It was one of many, many, many jewelry items you had, and it was only a small piece compared to the rest of the souvenirs you’d taken.

“I know you said not to keep a bunch of stuff, because of the timelines and what not” You said. “But I’m not showing it to anybody, I promise. I just… like having it all, I suppose.”

The Doctor put the necklace back carefully, thinking as her eyes scanned over the rest of your impressive collection. After a minute and a quick scan of her sonic screwdriver at a particularly suspicious looking item, she turned back to you. “It’s alright, then. Didn’t ever realize you kept so much. Is it just for memories sake?”

She had taken a seat on the edge of your bed, peering down at you curiously. Propping yourself on your elbows, you responded: “That’s part of it, yeah, but I guess the aesthetics play into it as well.”

“Aesthetics?”

“It’s pretty,” You clarified. The Doctor grinned, like she’d thought of something brilliant.

“Fair enough. You should get some rest. I’ll be back soon.” Despite your protests on account of her tardiness, she ran back into her magic blue box and it began to disappear, sending her away from you. Fluffing your pillow up with an annoyed huff you layed back down, eyes remaining fixated on your beautiful trinkets as you waited for them to close.

It was another week before the Doctor arrived again. Every day you tried to incorporate a bit of alien accessories into your outfit, choosing the most human-like ones so you didn’t raise suspicions. Colors and designs didn’t matter, but some of them had a tendency to be secret weapons or glow in unnatural ways. The last thing you needed was questions being asked and the Doctor taking your prizes away.

After work one day, you set the pair of sparkling star-shaped earrings, cut out of Etherian sunstone, onto the shelf where you kept everything else. You stared at the pair for several moments, lips stretching into a small smile at their beauty, which was only accessible to you and you alone. Was it selfish of you to keep such things to yourself? You didn’t care to consider things like that for very long. As long as you were appreciating them properly… that’s what mattered.

The familiar whorp whorp of the TARDIS broke through the air and your lips stretched farther into a full grin. She was late, again, but you found it hard to complain when each trip yielded such wonderful experiences and treasures. You could hear her stomping around the living room, looking for you.

“In here!” You called. Weeks ago, you would’ve scolded yourself for being so bold as to invite her into your bedroom, but you missed her so much, and you were sure she wouldn’t take notice of the implications. Sure enough, the door was thrown open eagerly. You stepped back from the mirror; You’d gotten dressed again, in pajamas. However, you still managed to add a little extra ‘something’ , a ring made out of resin encasing the ashes of a dead star. It was still beautiful, but in a sad way. It was a privilege to own it, knowing that each particle of ash had once belonged to a collective marvel. When you saw it in the shop, you couldn’t not buy it.

The Doctor gasped when her eyes fell upon it, immediately pulling your hands into her own. “Wow!” She gasped, turning your hand over. “That looks like… hmm.. Seems like the remains of Sotonus-97!”

“You can tell by looking?” You asked in awe, blushing as she kept your hand held tightly in her own despite finishing her examination. She nodded, then reached into her back pocket.

“Close your eyes” You did as you were told, eyebrow raising out of curiosity. The Doctor giggled softly, something that made your heart flutter. Then, your senses focused on the weight that she was setting into your palm.

“Alright, open them” Once again following the Doctor’s orders, you let your eyes flutter open, and they landed on one of the most beautiful bracelets you’d ever seen in your life. A loud, shocked gasp escaped you as you glanced over the polished gold, curved into a ring that the Doctor could easily slip onto your wrist. All across the surface of the bracelet was a tightly woven abstract piece of circles and lines- you recognized it as the text that littered the TARDIS monitors and ceilings.

“Doctor… wow” You whispered, running your finger across the bracelet's surface. The Timelord kept her eyes on you, gauging your reaction to the gift. She let out a small sigh as she realized the reception was positive, the edge of her lips twitching upwards.

“I assume you like it?” She asked. You chuckled; clearly you did, but the Doctor could always use the extra affirmation.

“Of course, Doctor” You reassured her, setting your hand on her cheek. The two of you froze, smiles not faltering but not exactly growing either. The bracelet felt a lot heavier against your skin, pulling you down and yet doing so little to ground you back into reality. Did you really just do that? Realizing that every second you were panicking was another awkward moment of your hand caressing her, you let it fall back to your side.

“I-I got it from the Patraxus system. They let you engrave anything.”

“What does it say?” You wondered, tracing the patterns. The Doctor leaned back, scratching the back of her head with an awkward stretch of her lips.

“It doesn’t exactly have an english equivalent,” You nodded, accepting her answer despite something in the back of your head recognizing her lie. The Doctor wasn’t always honest about some things, particularly related to her past and people, and you knew not to push it.

“It’s absolutely beautiful either way. Thank you, really!”

“Don’t have to thank me. Always happy to share bits of the universe. Figured I owed you for being so late, anyway. Speaking of that- were you about to sleep? I can always leave and come back”

Realizing she was planning on whisking you away, you glanced at your closet. You could find something else to wear. “Don’t you dare. I’ll get changed, and then I fully expect you to surprise me.”

Not that she ever failed at that.

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When you got changed out of your pajamas and quicikly drank a cup of coffee to keep yourself awake for whatever the Doctor had in store, you pushed open the door of the big blue box residing in your living room. The space-time machine gave a pleasant whirrr as you entered, the crystal columns growing a brighter shade of orange. In the corner of the room, Yaz and Ryan were talking with each other. Graham was nowhere in sight, and the Doctor was fidgeting at the console.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”

“Little tired,” Ryan said with a shrug. “Graham decided to skip out on this one, don’t think he appreciates getting his sleep interrupted that much. Hey- what’s that?”

Noticing his gaze was focused on the Doctor’s gift, you lifted your wrist so he could examine it closer. His eyebrows raised as the gold glowed under the lights of the TARDIS. “Wicked. Where’d you get that one from?”

“I got it from the Doc actually! Said she owed me for being so late.” Yaz scoffed and crossed her arms, taking her own turn gawking at the garment.

“We didn’t get anything”

“You didn’t?”

“Maybe a quick half-assed apology, but certainly not something like this!” Ryan complained. Suddenly, your cheeks felt *very* warm. Why would the Doctor give you something and not them? Maybe it was easier to find gifts for you because of your collection habits? Or… your mind toyed with another, more romantic idea. Yaz and Ryan seemed to be following the same thread, and they smirked.

“Well.. I’m sure it's just something she thought would look cool in my collection!” You offered quickly. They shared a look before rolling their eyes, dragging you over to the console so you could help them convince the Doctor to take the three of you to Paris (a trip you’d all been trying to organize for some time- it was hard to decide on what time period to visit)

The gifts didn't stop at the bracelet; it seemed as though, after showing her your collection, she became quite invested in contributing to it. Even if you weren’t accompanying her on an adventure, she would find something for you to add. It wasn't like you could refuse- each and everyone was beautiful beyond description and begged to be cherished properly.

“Do you need new shelves or anything?” The Doctor asked. Setting your hairbrush down on your dresser, you turned your head towards her. She was adding a few gemstones to your collection, frowning. There was no longer any space on any surface in your room to house more trinkets.

“Oh. Guess I didn’t realize they were getting that crowded,” You said with a laugh. The Doctor grinned and pocketed the stones, sitting on your bed. The sight made your heart sing a little. Not the time, you reminded yourself.

The TARDIS had taken quite the hit earlier in the day, while the five of you were getting chased by aliens. The Space-time machine was currently refueling, and Yaz and Ryan had practically thrown the Doctor at you for the night. Now the two of you were alone in your flat, staying up far too late. The Doctor didn’t sleep much, you knew that, but it felt like if you gave into your urge to sleep you’d miss out on time with her. And one-on-one encounters didn’t happen as much as you wanted them too.

“You alright, Y/N?” The time lord asked. You nodded and she reached over to pull your blanket back, fluffing your pillow. “Think it might be time for you to sleep. Graham gave me a mouthful for interrupting his so much… Sometimes I forget how much of it you lot need.”

“Not really tired,” You protested, but a yawn contradicted your already weak argument. The Doctor raised a brow and patted the mattress beside her. Unable to go against the Doctor’s orders you lower yourself onto the soft surface. She pulled the comforter back over you, tucking you in.

“I’ll be in the living room if you need me. Sleep well!” As she stood, your hand caught her wrist, a million thoughts running through your head. “Y/N?”

“Stay?” realizing how desperate you sounded, you cleared your throat and tried the request again. “Will you stay? Just for a bit? We don’t get many moments like this is all”

The Doctor blinked, surprised, then nodded and returned to her spot. “Like this?”

“Well, that’s fine, but you can lie down if you want too,” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was better that way; then she couldn’t hear how much it trembled from nervousness. She slowly laid down on her side, facing you with a curious look in her eye.

“Do you want a bedtime story?” It was too hard to fight your laugh, and the timelord rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll have you know I’m ace at them. Dad skills. Or- mum skills? No, definitely dad skills. Not that it matters”

“I just wanted to talk for a bit I suppose”

“About what?” the Doctor whispered, eyes never leaving yours.

“Anything?”

Before the Doctor could choose from her infinite options, there was a loud bang from across your flat, followed by an orchestra of destruction. The Doctor’s reflexes were a lot quicker than yours and she shot up from the bed just as you processed that anything had occurred. There were several loud footsteps coming closer and a deafening grumbling voice.

The aliens from earlier. The Doctor stepped into the hallway, switching into Oncoming Storm mode. You finally came to your senses and you got to your feet, looking around the room for something to grab to use as a makeshift weapon.

“How’d you manage to escape the time loop?” The Doctor demanded to know. When you saw motion out of the corner of your eyes they dropped downward. The Doctor was motioning towards the window, the action just out of the aliens sights.

Even without following instruction and heading towards the window, you knew any efforts would be in vain. You had no fire escape close by your window and it was too high of a drop for you to make without breaking something, which you preffered to avoid doing.

When the Doctor didn’t hear the window open she glanced at you quickly, asking why you weren’t doing as you were told with her eyes. You shook your head and she pursed her lips in understanding. Then, her eyes went wide and she quickly dashed back into the room, slamming the door and throwing one of your dressers to the floor in front of it.

Milliseconds after she did so, the door began to shake as the aliens pounded their fists against it, demanding entrance. The Doctor threw the window open and then her hand landed on your shoulder and pulled you downward onto the floor. Behind the door, you could hear a sinister beeping begin and the Doctor tugged on your shirt, frantically crawling underneath the bed. This time, you were able to follow orders.

As soon as you were under the bed safely, the Doctor’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly to her chest. It was hard to enjoy the position when the beeping was getting louder by the second until there was a sudden wave of force pushing against you. The door gave way easily to the bomb that the aliens had placed behind it, and the splinters of wood shot across the room. Thankfully, nothing hit you, as you happened to be receiving full-body protection from an alien that was a lot less violent than the ones stepping past the destroyed door.

The Doctor pressed you even tighter to her still as a whimper made it’s way past your lips, her fingers tangling themselves in your hair. “Don’t make a sound”

You nodded against her embrace, shutting your eyes to make the effort easier. The aliens were stepping all around your room, throwing your belongings all over to examine them. One of the aliens reached the window, and they grunted, annoyed. By opening the window, the Doctor had let them believe that you’d already escaped.

“Let’s leave,” One of the aliens hissed. “Clearly this place is of no use to us. The humans will pay for their disobedience.”

Several grunts followed, and then their footsteps retreated into the distance. Just when you found yourself feeling safe enough to open your eyes, the same menacing beep started up again, coming from what seemed to be multiple sources. The Doctor smoothed your hair behind your ear, eyes wide.

“I think we need to run, now!” Running was the status quo, but it was a lot harder to run from your own home. The two of you rolled out from underneath the bed on different sides, meeting up in the middle of the room to begin your escape. Grabbing your hand, the Doctor dragged you through your flat. All along the floor there were small black boxes, glowing red and beeping.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a back door by any chance?” The Doctor yelled over the looping noise. You descended the stairs to the floor below.

“One, another flight down!” The two of you raced to the back door, and you silently prayed that the bombs would be weak enough to not harm any of the other residents of the building. The Doctor kicked the door open, pulling the two of you into the outdoors.

The move was rushed and the two of you awkwardly fell to the ground just in time to watch the force from the bombs reduce your windows to dust. Flames branched out from all of the brand new holes in your home, burning into the back of your eyes. The Doctor covered you with her body again, shielding you from falling debris.

Twenty five minutes and a conversation with the fire chief later, you were left standing outside of your destroyed flat, waiting for the others to show up and help the Doctor and you hunt the aliens down again. A shiver ran through your body as a sharp wind moved through the air, and soon there was a sleek fabric draped over your shoulders.

“Sorry about everything” The Doctor murmured, no longer wearing her signature coat. It was hard to think of something to say; after all, you had just lost all of your belongings and the only place outside of the TARDIS that you could call home. Understanding why you didn’t respond, the Doctor slowly eased an arm around your shoulder to comfort you. “I’d be happy to find you another flat- or a house, if you preferred. And clothes, too. The TARDIS could probably recreate half your closet using your memories alone!”

“It’s not those things, I suppose… I talked to the fire chief. There’s only a little bit of my collection left.” You revealed, voice thick and wavering. The Doctor sighed and hugged you tighter, reaching for your hand. You were still wearing the golden bracelet she gave you weeks ago. She smiled down at it, giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

“We’ll just have to collect a lot more, then. Tell you what- from now on, we’re not leaving a single planet until we have at least 2 items for the collection, I promise. 3, even! How does that sound?”

Spirits lifting with the help of her cheerful tone and eagerness to make you happier, you couldn’t help but mirror her smile. “Sure, Doc, that sounds great”

You leaned to your side to press a kiss to her cheek. When you pulled back, the skin was pink, her eyes crinkling as her smile transformed into a grin. Voices called out your names and the two of you turned, seeing Ryan, Yaz, and Graham running towards you.

“Come on then,” You murmured to the time lord. “Let’s get rid of these guys and then start working on that promise of yours, yeah?”

As the Doctor pulled the two of you back into action, you didn’t bother looking back. There would be time to mourn efficiently later. For the moment, all you needed to focus on was the woman holding your hand. After all, no matter what treasures you collected or lost, the greatest one was always the Doctor

#13th doctor x reader #13th doctor #13th doctor imagine #doctor who #doctor who imagine

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la-paritalienne · 4 years

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Eve!!!! Need your thoughts about Taylor's album!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓💓

i love getting asked :”(((((( :”))))))) thank uuuuuuuu. let’s get to it. as usual, it’s an almost-first impression (normally i write my basic thoughts during the first listen – yeah i’d started doing it before getting this, you know, just in case – and then i review them w a second one, where i also select my favourite passage). sooo, let’s go

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the 1 — such sweet yet heartbreaking lyrics... very soft sound, if it sets the mood for the album im 100 per cent in! This one didn’t stick w me after one listen, but after the second i was like wooow! I love how she says waking up alone ughhh. 8

fave lyrics: persist and resist the temptation to ask you / if one thing had been different / would everything be different today?

cardigan — !!!!!!! the sound has that bittersweet something that gets under your skin and makes you nostalgic for something you can’t even pinpoint. it reminds me of the softest lana, especially in nfr (eg bartender!!). i’m in awe. instant obsession!!!! the ending takes you to another plane of existence – ‘cause i knew everything when i was young... i knew you’d miss me... you’d come back to me. also i’m crying. 10+

[it’s hard to choose bc the whole song reads like poetry but i’m especially obsessed w] giving me your weekends; once in twenty lifetimes; tried to change the ending / peter losing wendy; you drew stars around my scars

the last great american dynasty — storytelling on pointttt and sound, too! telling the story of someone she bought her house from?? the genius jumped out. she paints it like a romantic portrait, mad woman pacing on the shore, but then also gatsbian, the crazy parties, dali... and then takes it back to today w the key lime green dog, idk, iconic. i want to know this woman. this song truly takes you somewhere else, i thought it was a bit repetitive but then the bridge came in and the final vocals plus i had a marvelous time ruining everything, i have to stan! 8+

there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen / she had a marvelous time ruining everything

exile — ok wow, bon iver’s voice is something else!!!! i was kind of ignorant when it came to him, i admit. his depth and rasp paired with how angelic she sounds... heavenly. sound-wise, but also thematically, this vaguely reminds me of tomorrow never came w lana and sean ono lennon. (one of my fave songs of all time maybe?). the way they enunciate i think i’ve seen this film before is literally a work of art all in itself, not to mention – well i’m mentioning it bc it’s worth it! – the you never gave a warning sign vs the way she goes over it w i gave so many signs. god this makes me feel sooooo sad and like, involved. it’s so beautiful. 10

you’re not my homeland anymore / so what am i defending now?

my tears ricochet — ok wtfffff??? everything about this speaks to my soul. the airy voice, the way she sets the scene... sunlit room, the funeral metaphor, you turned into your worst fears. i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace speaks to me more than anything, but just, everything about the lyrics. truly something else, cursing my name / wishing i stayed gives me chills everytime she says it. the beat that gets more insistent towards the end, with the bridge....... the high notes that then fade..... just wow. 10

and i can go anywhere i want / anywhere i want, just not home / and you can aim for my heart, go for blood / but you would still miss me in your bones / and i still talk to you when i’m screaming at the sky / and when you can’t sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies

mirrorball — love the lyrics, maybe a bit less the sound? i mean i do love the sound, so far i’m loving how softly produced and coherent this album is, but this one i wouldn’t listen to on repeat and maybe there’s something a bit whiny that i don’t love. powerful meaning tho, and who’d use a mirrorball as a metaphor for feeling like you’re fragile, trying too hard to be a people-pleaser and no one sees the real you? 7

i’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me

seven — ah........ i started crying as soon as this one started, pleeease picture me in the trees, i hit my peak at seven....... like ok there’s no need to go that hard??? it’s so dreamy and like... naïf? in a perfect way. the way she says i still got love for you...... and everything else... she mentions folk songs... the purest love described in the purest way. i don’t think i have enough words to descrive the way this song moves me. like i want to listen to it again and again, to be able to feel like that again, but also i’m almost scared to listen bc it touches me too deeply. i still will tho hehe. 10+ (also just realised this is track 7 ok makes sense but my mind is blown. 100)

[this is literally deeper than a shakespeare sonnet so everything literally is my fave but, having to choose] and i’ve been meaning to tell you / i think your house is haunted / your dad is always mad and that must be why / and i think you should come live with me / and we can be pirates / then you won’t have to cry / or hide in the closet / and just like a folk song / our love will be passed on

august — i love the contrast between the lighthearted, happy singing and guitars and the sad lyrics. the story it tells is so simple and yet there’s so much poetry in that... plus it reminds me of fearless or even speak now?? which are like. the taylor that gets to my heart, tbh. the bridge and the outro made the song for me. 8,5

for me, it was enough / to live for the hope of it all / canceled plans just in case you’d call

this is me trying — oh god... lyrically this song is so raw and honest, it gives me chills! i do have to say, i don’t love how she says i just wanted to know (like metrically?? idk, im weird) but these are really just small comments on amazing songs, bc i feel like all i’m saying is wow this is great, lyrics and sound, but it truly is a complete and consistent work of art, easily listened to top to bottom each time. 8-

they told me all of my cages were mental / so got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad / i have a lot of regrets about that

illicit affairs — ok this goes without saying but i love storyteller taylor, it’s the taylor i grew up loving and singing to in my room. the thing about most of these songs, this one included, is that they probably grow on you after a few listens, bc they’re not made to be catchy, the production and backgrounds are always very soft and some i love more than others. this one musically maybe isn’t my fave but the narration is on point, and the bridge?? the fuckkkk. plus it has one of mt favourite themes ever which is so rarely spoken about, which is the fact that language you only speak w a particular someone you love, makes you miss them even more when they’re gone. or well not exactly this but i can’t put it into words, she did tho. 8+

you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else / and you know damn well / for you, i would ruin myself / a million little times

invisible string — the color theme!!! the guitar strumming!!! and the idea of an invisible tie w someone special... i do think she outdid herself w this album. again, not my fave soundwise, maybe slightly whiny when she goes meEeeEee? but, lyrically adorable and moving. 7,5

one single thread of gold / tied me to you

mad woman — maam...... this is iconic shit........ how could she say stuff like this w such a dreamy, breathy voice. musically i get huuuge lana’a nfr vibes again (which i mean. goals) but i also adore that lyrically it’s so taylor, no one would say this shit the way she does. adore how she sings to wrap your news around and bonus for women like hunting witches too, i do love me a nod to the fact that some women are so deeply filled w machism that they’re basically men in disguise. 8,5

every time you call me crazy, i get more crazy / what about that? / and when you say i seem angry, i get more angry [isn’t this just womanhood condensed in a few lines]

epiphany — aw! it sounds like a lullaby, maybe it’s slightly ‘boring’ for my taste? meaning i get distracted which is surely a shame bc the words seem beautiful, but it’s so soft i just drift off? but reading the lyrics – for focus hehe – i’m moved. 7+

only twenty minutes to sleep / but you dream of some epiphany / just one single glimpse of relief / to make some sense of what you’ve seen

betty — okay byeeeeeeeeee. this is taylor at her finest! countryyyyyyyy, storytelling, lesbian jdjdfk no yeah I know I knowww, romance went sour. gut wrenching and beautiful, this feels like... watching a sad teen movie but w a sepia filter, idk. i dreamt of you all summer long oh my......... it’s like og taylor from her iconic first couple of albums came back but w all her baggage and growth and experience and better than ever. also why does taylor sing so wel about being in love w a woman????? well. 10+

betty, right now is the last time / i can dream about what happens when / you see my face again

peace — ..........yes yes yes. the high notes, the honesty, the syncopated parts where she says so much so quick and yet it still hits you. it’s not even a short song but it ends too soon, it goes by like that..... a poem. omg it just hit me this has flo vibes! especially from high as hope, for example grace or south london forever?? i mean... taylor doing alt folk country pop...... queen. give you my wild, give you a child?? ok ok. 10

all these people think love’s for show / but i would die for you in secret

hoax — weeeell the lana inspo jumped out w that piano!!!!! and like. mood. and lyrics...... this reminds me of wuthering heights or of lana’s tormented love stories (shades of blue.....). a powerful closer. poetry. 9

i am ash from your fire

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okkkkk this was a flattering review, very well deserved imo since the review is mine gjgjhkhk i agree w myself. thank you again and as i always say, feel free to come back w your comments! and have a great dayyyyy! much love

#taylor swift #folklore #also bonus points for the title #fave ever from her #10 #should i tag my reviews #(i think this has now become the tag)

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seven-dragons · 4 years

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Us and Them

Merry Christmas @bisexualcharliedavis from MEEEEEEE your @blakesecretsanta2019. I have had so much fun writing this, I hope you enjoy it. I am not good with time zones so to ensure that you received this on December 24, I scheduled it to post on July 20, 2013.

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The sky was orange and would fade to a dark purple soon. It never turned completely black anymore, but then it never turned completely light either. Mattie perceived from the color change that it was time to light a fire to try and get a small degree of warmth from the bitter night to come. She surveyed her domain, the cavernous ruins of a pink brick building. It suited her; pink always was her color. In the rubble outside ALL RAT ITTER was painted in large red letters that were buckling inwards along with the rest of the wall. Inside items were stacked in neat piles for future use: things that burned, things that shouldn't burn but did anyway, things that might be food, makeshift medical supplies, and anything that could be used or traded. Mattie poked through one of the piles for a dry matchbook and some wood before taking it outside. Her first night alone there she lit a fire inside and nearly suffocated herself. Now she knew better.

Once the fire sputtered to life she retreated back into the cave, looking for a tin of food that did not look too compromised. She warily eyed a can in the pile that said "Spratt's Cat Food" and decided she wasn't that desperate yet. A can of beans would do. She sat down by the fire and formulated a plan for tomorrow. She wanted to make her rounds of the neighborhood to look in on the sick and injured, but she hadn't seen Charlie in two days and she was running out of food. She wondered where Charlie was. It had not occurred to her to miss him until now since she hadn’t wanted him there in the first place. But when he was there she could pass the long, cold evenings talking to him and even if it wasn’t much different than talking to herself, it gave the illusion of companionship the same way one would talk to a dog or a house plant.

Charlie came around for the first time a few weeks after she had staked out the pile of pink bricks as her own. He would stand a few meters away and just stare, saying nothing. At first she thought he had become yet another looter or a brute looking for sex and she pummeled him with rocks and debris, screaming until he ran off. This went on every afternoon for three days. On the fourth she hurled a sharp stick at him and it struck true. She could see the trickle of blood as he scampered off behind a burned out car, taking the stick with him. She realized right away that she had made a fatal error, her foe now had a weapon. The next day he returned carrying the stick, now bloody with the two dead rabbits he had speared with it. They had a feast, and that night she tended to the wounds she had made. He came back every day after that, sometimes with dead vermin, sometimes with wood or scavenged canned goods. Eventually Mattie let him make camp there, sharing her pile of rags that she would stack up next to the fire in an effort to keep the freezing night at bay. He never asked her for more than she could give him. In fact he never asked for anything at all.

Charlie was mute. Mattie did not know if this was from the trauma of recent years or from a head injury, but the smart, officious man she dimly remembered from another lifetime had been replaced by a silent and scared boy who kept to the shadows. Sometimes he had nightmares and would howl in the darkness. Through the tears the words would almost form, but he would always recover and be silent again.

On the day the world ended the sky turned blood red and a burning wind blew for days. Much of what was left after the initial explosion caught on fire in the aftermath. Then the sky grew dark and the sun ceased to be and the temperatures dropped to near freezing and stayed that way. Those who didn’t die in the first blast perished soon after from poisoned air and foul water. Their limbs shriveled and they went blind and all manner of other horrors. Mattie was one of the lucky ones, if slowly starving to death alone made one lucky. She had been in the basement of the hospital looking for a patient file and was shielded by several meters of cement and earth. She stayed there for weeks with the rest of the hospital staff waiting for help to arrive. When the dead outnumbered the living and the doctors started killing their remaining patients, she left. She did not feel bad about looting the hospital of medical supplies, it was clear they were no longer being put to good use anyhow.

Her first instinct was to head for home. She wanted to find Lucien and Jean and help them if they were still alive. Together they might make it to Melbourne and find shelter with her father. She spent hours wandering the fields scoured of all civilization in the area she thought the Blake house must be in. She could not recognize the streets let alone individual structures. There weren't even bodies to bury. With no news of the outside world there was no way to know if her parents had suffered the same fate as most of Ballarat. Mattie eventually learned that Melbourne had likely been ground zero and the world she knew was truly gone. For the first time in her entire life Mattie had no one.

Humans are essentially tribal creatures and in a catastrophe like this one they will naturally band together for safety and support. At least that was what Mattie always assumed would happen. Instead the survivors fractured and turned on one another, fighting for food, clean water, territory, or sex. Some were just out for blood for the sheer thrill of it. In those early days after leaving the hospital Mattie traveled from camp to camp doing her best to cure the ill or comfort the dying. Eventually trying to eat and stay safe while on the move proved too much for her and she decided she needed a camp of her own. The brewery had been guarded by a burly farmer with a shotgun who kept everyone at a distance. He allowed her to come in and tend to his wounded leg after he was bit by a dog. On one of her rounds she saw the wound had become septic. All she had to do was wait him out.

It was several months before the random acts of violence and deprivation coalesced into a common cause. She first became aware of it when she was making her rounds among the twisted metal facades of Lydiard Street. Propped up against the door of the Colonists Club, the bloated corpse of Patrick Tynneman was holding a sign painted in blood that said “THEM.” Gradually the unhinged and predatory survivors of Ballarat had turned their rage on the old guard, the belligerent institutional powers who picked a fight with a bunch of strangers thousands of miles away and lost. Like any good ideological force the enemy took the form of whoever suited the mob at the moment. The rich were Them, as were clergy, politicians and business owners, romantic rivals and unkind spouses. Mattie once saw a gang of women beating a man with sticks, vengeance for some marital transgression that they would have never spoken of until now let alone avenged. Mattie was keenly aware that she was a Them. It was no secret who her father was or that he was one of the most vocal supporters of the war. She believed that being out in the city helping others had bought her safety. People needed her and fortunately these days people had short memories.

Charlie was also Them. She worried that someone would come after him but it was clear to even the most hardened class warrior that he was harmless. Mattie didn’t know where he had been in the months before they were reunited or how he survived, but he gave off the air of someone too benign to bother with. Without his uniform and condescending grimace maybe they just didn’t recognize him. Mattie wondered if his muteness came from the burden of being Them. Mattie was a child of privilege but had been open minded and flexible in new situations. Before the war she chose to work hard and to make that work benefit the poor and hopeless. Charlie believed in institutions. He was a company man who honored thy father and mother. Now, his father and mother were dead and his company had blown the world to bits. Maybe Charlie was mute because he was too embarrassed to speak.

Mattie threw the leg of a chair on the fire and started carrying her rags to the edge of the cave. It would be another cold, sleepless night without Charlie. She hoped he was ok. If not, she would carry on just the same. She wondered why she kept going. She really couldn’t heal anyone with her dwindling medical supplies, it was mostly just for show. Mattie doubted anyone in the town had much time left. If they survived the radiation and the fires and the gangs of marauders, disease and starvation would still get them in the end. Mattie would be no exception. Eventually someone stronger than her would chase her out of her camp or she’d run out of food. When the former resident of the pink brick cave had died she found a single shell loaded in his shotgun and thought she could make a quick end of things. But each day she kept trying to survive and tended to the ill and shivered through the nights in hope of the opportunity to suffer again tomorrow. She supposed someone had to make it long enough to start the world again.

Morning dawned a dark orange and with no sign of Charlie. Mattie decided to put off scavenging for one more day and make her rounds. On the way home she would check some of the buildings on the outskirts of town for drinkable water. Boilers and cisterns were a treasure if no one had found them yet, and her brewery had no shortage of barrels. A wind had kicked up, slightly less icy than past days, as she tread quietly down Lydiard Street. It was one of the few streets that could still be recognized despite the ruins. At the orphanage the few surviving children were being cared for by the former residents of the Bad Girls Home. Mattie thought it an unlikely alliance and suspected some of the teenage girls were serving penance for the babies they had been forced to give away. She reviewed their food stocks and gave nutritional advice as best she could.

Old blind Cec was stationed by the door of the Colonists Club. The club had become a refuge for bachelors who were too old to fend for themselves. Cec made it a point to stand guard ever since they found Patrick Tynneman and no one ever dared challenge him, despite his obvious infirmities. She was not sure whether that was out of respect for who he was before the end or because it was rumored that he knew where all the club’s liquor was hidden. Possibly a little of both. Mattie left him with her last can of potted ham and a kiss on the cheek.

Down at the College of the Arts, Mattie tended to the burns of Elaine Greenslade who had taken to setting herself on fire on a weekly basis to protest war, and nuclear weapons, and Them, and violence against Them, and whatever else was on her mind. She was one of many who had found refuge in madness, but at least Elaine had the decency to only hurt herself. Fortunately the College’s ample supply of turpentine and other flammables was looted before any of the students could organize their own survival let alone a political protest. Between the bitter cold and the wind and the lack of kindling Elaine rarely managed to do more than singe her hair. By way of payment Elaine pressed a small picture of a star into Mattie’s hand, rendered in soot and blue pigment on a scrap of canvas salvaged from inside the building. Mattie thanked her politely and shoved the picture into her pocket. She thought but did not say that she could always add it to the kindling pile back at the cave.

On the way home she saw a stray dog napping behind a dead shrub and thought of Charlie. She wondered if they would ever have enough food to feed a dog instead of hunting it. She wondered if Charlie might like a pet. They could howl together in the night. Mattie sighed. She was developing a soft spot for the poor fool and people these days could not afford to get attached. The afternoon was more profitable than she had hoped. She found an abandoned house that was barely touched. There was no water but she found some bedding and tools which she piled up into a big bundle on top of some garish curtains. Dragging those curtains a few kilometers would only improve them, she thought, so she headed home. She made a mental note to go back and search the decaying car in the driveway for oil and petrol in the morning.

Despite having been gone hours it was still light out when she arrived back at the brewery, dragging her prizes behind her. To her surprise Charlie was standing at the entrance to the cave, in front of the ITTER sign. His face was contorted into a big smile and Mattie realized that it was before the end of the world that she last saw anyone smile or heard laughter. He was holding a dead pine sapling and seemed eager to go inside. Mattie had never said he couldn’t but he always waited nervously for permission. She had tried to explain to him several times that he was welcome but he never seem to understand. Now he gestured with excitement towards the cave, waving his pine tree around as he did so. The commotion caused yellow needles to scatter with each shake. Mattie drew closer and it was clear that he had been in a fight. He had a black eye and his lip was split.

“Been in the wars again, have you?”

Charlie looked at the ground sheepishly.

“No worries, I’ll patch you up. Wait until you see the blanket I found for us.”

Mattie walked inside dragging her bundle behind her but Charlie did not follow. Instead he planted the pine sapling in the rubble, carefully arranging some loose bricks to hold it upright. He reached into his pocket and opened a tattered half of a handkerchief. In the handkerchief were a number of trinkets that he affixed carefully to what remained of the tree: a key, some shiny wire, a single gold earring, other scraps she couldn’t recognize. Mattie wondered if he had finally lost what little mind he had left. Watching him, Mattie recalled the subtle changes she had noticed outside lately and things began to make sense. The air was still cold but not as bitter as usual. The dark orange days seemed longer. She tried to remember the day before the world ended and wondered what month it was. Suddenly it all made sense. It was high summer, and summer meant Christmas.

Tears welled up in Mattie’s eyes as Charlie worked intently on his masterpiece, glancing up every now and then for approval. It occurred to Mattie that maybe even now, at the end of the world, two Thems made an Us. Her hand slipped absentmindedly into her pocket and she felt the edge of the canvas Elaine had given her. Very carefully she smoothed out the little forlorn star and placed it on the tree. Maybe things were not so bad after all.

#blakesecretsanta2019 #bisexualcharliedavis #the doctor blake mysteries #tdbm #fanfiction #mattie o'brien #charlie davis

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cruelwritersthesis · 5 years

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So I just finished ITPS and INAS and humor me here: Tori and Luke in a The Good Place AU. Tori dies and wakes up in Elysium and is being introduced to the neighborhood and whatnot. Luke shows up and when they finally get a moment alone, she's freaking out because She. Didn't. Die. A. Hero. Luke chalks it up to a happy mishap. Antics ensue. Cue them realizing they're actually in the Fields of Punishment and this is just a new way of torturing the dead.

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yo comedy is so hard to write, for real, but i’m gonna attempt it also thus far my stories have been far from comedies lol

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[[[spoilers for the good place below bt-dubs]]]

Tori dies and the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes again: “Welcome! Everything is fine.” She can’t remember how she got there, and she’s confused, because wasn’t she supposed to meet Charon? Cross the River Styx? Get in line and wait for her soul to be judged?

She’s sitting an a nice room, fairly minimalist. In one corner there’s a small water feature. To her left, a door opens and a man steps out: “Tori.” He smiles. “Come on in.”

She goes in, not knowing what else there is to do and sit down in one of the chairs in front of a desk, and the man sits down behind the desk.

“I’m Adrian, and I’m the architect of this neighborhood.”

Tori’s even more confused. Neighborhood??? Architect???

Adrian smiles and chuckles. “I can see you’re confused. Elysium is split into neighborhoods, built by immortals like me. And yes, you died.”

Skip to Adrian giving a tour of the neighborhood to Tori: “Three-hundred and twenty-two perfectly matched heroes…” etc.

They come to a stop in front of where Tori will be staying: a ginormous mansion that’s far too big for just her and far too ostentatious. She hates it,,, but it’s Elysium right? Not to mention this neighborhood was supposed to be perfectly crafted to her likes, right???

They go inside and that’s when Adrian drops the bomb: “Oh, and did I mention soulmates exist?” Inside, despite her panic at what’s happening, she feels her heart lift with anticipation. Surely Luke was her soulmate on earth, so he must be her in Elysium [he is, don’t worry, it’s not a plot twist or anything]. Adrian goes on, “Yes, they exist on Earth as well, but the gods decided they didn’t need to give humans a sure-fire way to tell. You were the lucky few who happened to find your soulmate on Earth. It’s always a bit of a mess when someone finds out their soulmate here is not the person they were with on Earth.”

Luke walks through the door then, and Tori can’t help but run up and give him a big hug, tears already in her eyes.

Adrian’s doing his architect act, smiling and all that. “You two must have a lot to catch up on. I’ll leave you to it and meet up with you later. I have some people I’d like to introduce you to, and I have a surprise for Tori. See you both later!”

And despite her happiness at getting to see Luke again, there’s something more pressing, weighing on her chest that she needs to talk to him about immediately.

After making sure Adrian has left, she finds a small broom closet, and just to be safe, checks for any hidden cameras or microphones. All the while Luke is confused and asking Tori what’s going on and what’s wrong. Tori won’t answer until she’s sure they aren’t being watched or listened to.

Finally, she turns to Luke with wide eyes and a look of fear: “I didn’t die a hero. I’m not supposed to be here.” [I could leave it here and be like, Part 2 coming soon! But I won’t.]

Instead of being concerned, Luke just smiles gently and takes her hands into his. “I don’t care if it’s a mistake, I’m just happy to be with you.”

Tori’s caught between wanting it to be some happy, miracle mistake, but the other part of her is worried something could go wrong at any moment. Mistakes didn’t just happen in Elysium, did they? Their souls were judged, how could the judges decide that she belonged somewhere else but send her to Elysium?

She tries to get this across to Luke, but he’s too happy to see her. And she, of course, is happy to see him. But, like most things in her life, she doesn’t want all of this to just disappear. She doesn’t want Luke to just disappear suddenly, and then for her to find out she’s in the Fields of Punishment or something.

“Why don’t we take a walk, maybe it’ll help clear your head.”

So they head out again, though Tori is reluctant, and take a stroll around the neighborhood. It’s beautiful and all the people seem really nice. They’re all paired up with their soulmates, going about their business like it’s just another day in the neighborhood [lol sorry I had to].

But Tori is still worried. “You know I don’t do big or ostentatious,” she mutters to Luke as they walk around. “And what’s with all the tapioca pudding shops? You and I both know that regular pudding is better.” [side note: I actually love tapioca pudding lmao]

Tori stops them and turns to face Luke. “Also, I can’t cuss. You know I love to cuss.”

Luke chuckles and shakes his head, linking his arm with hers and pulling her gently along again. “Yes, but a lot of the people in this neighborhood don’t like it.”

“Okay, but don’t you think that if I like to cuss so much–and I now you do too, don’t deny it–wouldn’t they have put us in a neighborhood with people who also like to cuss?”

“I think you’re thinking too much about it.”

Before Tori can argue more, Adrian shows up with two people trailing after him.

“Tori, Luke, I’d like to introduce you to Mali and Amir. I was just telling them about the welcome party that Tori’s throwing.”

Tori wants to object vehemently, but to keep up appearances she grins. “Yes, that party. Everyone in the neighborhood is invited. It starts at 8pm sharp, but you can show up late if you want to. In fact, I’d even appreciate it if you didn’t show up at all–”

Adrian laughs. “Isn’t she funny? Of course they’re excited to go!” Talking to Mali and Amir, “Why don’t you two go explore the neighborhood a little more while I talk to these two about the party?”

As soon as the other two are out of earshot, Adrian turns to Tori with an “apologetic” look. “I’m so sorry, I meant to talk to you about it earlier, but it must’ve slipped my mind!” Tori forces a laugh and Luke can tell she’s ready to throttle Adrian, so puts his arm around her waist. Adrian continues, pretending not to notice. “Your house is the biggest, so it would only make sense that you host the party.”

“That makes sense,” Tori forces out. “But why me? I don’t mind lending my house for the party to someone who is a little more equipped for party-planning.”

“Oh nonsense! You’ll be just fine. Listen, I have to go meet some of the others here. I’ll see you at the party!”

As soon as Adrian’s out of earshot, Tori turns to Luke. “What am I supposed to do? I hate parties! I hate people! I don’t know how I’m going to even plan a party. Where am I going to even find stuff? Do they have like some…heavenly gift-shop? Do I need currency, or can I just tell them what I need and they’ll give it to me?”

Introduce Janet [I can’t think of a different name for her :P], who gets Tori everything she needs

Adrian forces Tori to give a speech–the party isn’t a disaster, but Tori’s already under pressure because she knows she’s not supposed to be there, so things slip both in the speech and as she tries to play hostess

Cue Chaos Sequence the next morning

Luke’s like, “Okay, I believe you now.”

As you say, antics ensue as they both try to navigate this neighborhood without exposing Tori being in the wrong place while Adrian actively works to undermine them

Remember those other two demigods I introduced? Yeah, hand-picked to make it difficult for Tori and Luke to keep their secret, because they also don’t belong in Elysium, and are meant to torture Tori and Luke. Long story short, they sided with the Titans, but neither Luke or Tori ever met them because armies are big and like they really had time to meet every single demigod who joined Kronos’s side

More antics ensue as the four of them get all mixed-up and band together to try to keep Tori, and Mali and Amir’s secret, bc they know they didn’t exactly die heroes either (among other things).

Cue more antics and even more crossed wires and confusion.

And then, Tori has her realization when they’re all bickering about who’s going to sacrifice themselves and go to the Fields of Punishment, much like Eleanor’s.

“This is the Fields of Punishment!”

Adrian does his Grinch smile and evil laugh.

It’s explained that, after centuries of the same old thing, Adrian decided to come up with something new–take four humans (and/or demigods) who don’t mix, throw them together in a place they think is Elysium, and make them torture themselves

Luke is confused because, “But I died a hero???”

And Adrian is like, “We changed the formula, numb-nuts! Were you not listening to my whole, entire explanation just now? What, you thought joining Kronos and bringing him back would get you into Elysium? Even if you sacrificed yourself at the last minute to defeat him? Seriously, dude?”

“But the prophecy–”

“You’re dead now, ya ding-dong. The prophecy doesn’t matter anymore!”

aaaaaand that’s all she wrote lol. but for real, i’m not really sure what would happen after that. if we’re going full good place au, then Adrian would reboot them, but they would keep figuring it out and banding together until Adrian gives up and joins them bc his boss (whoever that may be in the Greek mythology world) would rip immortality from him and send him to the Fields of Punishment as well, but the old-fashioned way

unfortunately, the fact that the world is so complicated that an act intended to help actually hurts and docks you points doesn’t quite work for this au lol bc while Luke did have good intentions by raising Kronos, and Tori staying with him is certainly colored in many shades of grey, they did like…get a lot of people killed. like that did happen, they started a war and a lot of demigods and nature spirits died. it’s both very grey and not that grey at all (which muddles things up even more; i could go on)

but hey, if you have any ideas that expands on this au, hmu, lmk!

and thanks for sending this in! i had a lot of fun with it :D

#hollypastl #asked and answered #my writing #tgp au #au #luke castellan #my oc: tori williams

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ingoldentent · 4 years

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Umineko Quotes Meme 2

“The day after Christmas isn’t Christmas. It couldn’t happen.”

"...Stories of love are truly timeless. I never tire of them. However, I do find that expression of virgin disgust on your face even more charming..."

“I hate to say it, but I find guys who act too polite... a bit creepy. It's like they're virgins trying too hard or something..."

“I started to wonder why I couldn't get a lover if I was so gentlemanly, and I eventually came to the conclusion that all the women in the world had no taste, and started to hate all of them...”

“I may not look like it, but staying up late is one of my specialties.”

“Is being stepped on a pleasurable feeling?!”

"I'm all for gender equality. If someone's a waste of space, I'll smack 'em no matter who they are."

“......For the sake of my honor and justice, I’d like to point out that I don’t suffer from some strange disease that makes my lymph nodes itch until I scratch my neck open and which can only be prevented by rubbing breasts.”

“Put your mind at ease, for there is nothing remotely terrifying about their severed arm.”

“...There have been many murders, and I don’t have a clue how they were carried out.”

“Go to heaven before me and do your makeup. I’ll definitely come and talk you up.”

“I am borrowing the two corpses for the ceremony. I will return them later, so please pardon me.”

"...[X]'s nearsightedness must've gotten pretty bad. With astigmatism too. To fall in love with you, of all things."

“You know, you’re straining way too much. Your ass’ll burst.”

“They’ve pretty much gotten all the specs. They’re annoying. They’re pathetic. Most importantly, they’re a pervert. It’s almost too much for one character.”

“I don't even have a crumb from that croissant you ate this morning's worth of responsibility to please yooooooou!!"

“However, these sweets weren’t sweet.”

“Doing four people at the same time... is pretty... tough...”

“...I’m sorry. I’m totally lame, aren’t I?”

“If I stood up right now and said ‘Leave it to me’, my popularity would surge and I’d probably make it to the top 3 in the next character ranking contest.”

“It's pretty impressive how you managed to find all the worst bets and lost your money so quickly."

“At least I remember to tie my shoes."

“This isn’t a cookie we’re talking about.”

"...So I'm <cute> now, *cackle*! You're too polite!"

“ That had probably also... looked like a venomous spider. A disgusting spider crawling over the outside guesthouse wall during a storm...”

“There is no helping it. The rules do say that you have to tidy up before going out to play.”

“I may be an uninvited guest, but please welcome me!!”

“People who aren’t honest about their feelings, such as you, [X], ...what was the word again, I learned it from [Y]. That’s right, they call them ‘tsundora’.”

"Shut your mouth!! You don't understand anything about money or business or economics!!”

"A spouse should be satisfied with doing housework! Don't speak!!!"

“......Just try laying one finger on [X] in front of me. I’ll show you just how lukewarm the hell you came from is.”

“You aren't saying that you're embarrassed, are you?"

“So tonight, until you get sleepy, let's have fun the whole time. Let's eat jellybeans and try to guess what color we'll get next. Let's split open peanuts and try to guess which half is the Grandpa. Let's search for treasure in the closet.”

“Oooh!! Don’t say that, mystery fans are scary!”

“...So furniture doesn’t eat sweets?”

"I wonder if I can be cruel in my own pop, cute style?!”

“Please, stop, please let me go!! No, stop it already, don’t put it... in my mouth...”

“You’re a real degenerate, [X].”

“Here's a present from meeeeeee!! I'm warning yoooou, it's so cuuuuute!! Such a waste to give it up to you♪"

“I'm starting to think that thinking's pointless, so I should just stop...!!”

“[X] won’t forgive the insult of calling a maiden a MILF!!”

"...You're willing to pay rolls of money to get an un-cute person like me to read your manuscript?"

"That's rude. As if I'm not totally cute as it is."

"...If I told you that I was a real witch, would you believe it?"

“My pet theory from my few experiences with women is that they are all witches."

“Pweease, look at thiiiiiiiiiisss!! Whhhaaaaat arrrre theeeesse?!"

“There are three ways to hurt a woman. ...Let me teach you them. One is to hurt them with a blade.”

#Meme Friday

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