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themetalvirus · 1 year

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I really want to know about your magical girl au idea please I’ve admittedly asked multiple times I think but I just love a good magical girl au

IM SORRY I HAVENT RESPONDED TO THOSE it's just a Lot so trying to summarize it is also a Lot plus i wanna find and gather a bunch of my old sketches

some info:

sonic is a teenage track star hedgehog who's a freshman in high school on an island populated mostly by trees and non-sentient animals. he lives with and takes care of his baby brother tails, who is a genius, while still taking him to elementary school / picking him up. tails has his two tails but can't fly, sonic goes fast but only normal fast.

one day, eggman shows up on their island, and one of the chaos emeralds appears to sonic after he hustles a bunch of people to safety, determining that he's pure of heart. he goes thru his first transformation sequence, beats up eggman, gets his actual super speed in his magical boy form. after he's done and de-transforms, the chaos emerald turns into a necklace on twine string with wooden beads, bamboo beads, and a wood setting. looks like this

all the chaos emeralds are their transformation items, and eggman is after them! they're all controlled by the master emerald, which knuckles is guarding. he's well versed in magical person lore, but isn't one himself.... yet. eggman also wants the master emerald but it's hidden on angel island and he has no idea where angel island is. yet. the master emerald also is the one who actually decides if a hero is pure of heart enough to be a magical person and blesses them with one of the chaos emeralds. which is why eggman wants it so bad

when the chaos emeralds bond with a hero that is pure of heart, they become an accessory that suits them and their true heart. when one of the heroes transforms with their emerald, the emerald disappears as it's temporarily absorbed into their body for power. if you beat a magical person in battle (basically when they are too weak to fight or use their cute magic anymore), their clothes revert into simple white glowing dresses (like precure, also knuckles gets a big glowing poncho instead) and their accessory is back on them, turned into nothing but a thin string of chaos energy with the emerald dangling off of it. you can easily steal a chaos emerald off of someone like this.

more accessory concepts:

eggman already has one chaos emerald, which he has given to still-bent-on-revenge sa2-characterization shadow who is just biding his time as he works for eggman. he doesn't transform with it, he uses it for ~evil~ and only after he remembers his actual promise to maria does he get to transform. he and maria were both magical people until she died while fighting evil, after which he and gerald both renounced magic. shadow was engineered to be the ultimate magical boy to protect maria, which he just resents (before his memories go back to normal).

also rouge and omega work for eggman, they're the recurring bad guys whose monsters they have to fight or whatever before the finale where they all punch eggman into space or something. but they obviously stop working for him way before that happens

order that they turn into magical people: sonic, tails, knuckles (after they go to angel island, knuckles is very honored for the opportunity to actually become what he admires so much), amy (sonic hates that he has to work with amy at first since she's a middle schooler who chases him around trying to get him to date her), silver, blaze (very shortly after silver), shadow

only after all seven chaos emeralds have their heroes and the heroes have all come to work together can you unlock their true power (and your fun little powered up magical person dresses for the finale fight, a MUST-HAVE)

sonic has the dark blue one, tails has the yellow one, knuckles has the green one (the master emerald's baby brother, as sonic called it once), amy has the white one (taken from rouge after she said she didn't even want it for its power and i imagine that in the tv show in my head there's an episode dedicated to the pursuing hullabaloo and amy's transformation at the end), blaze has the purple one, silver has the cyan one, and shadow (of course) has the red one

all of them have like, individual character arcs as well. but this post is mostly chaos emerald magical girl lore SORRY. i like making up chaos emerald magical girl lore its fun. its FUN.

#exoticbutterstxt #magical sonic #<- probably gonna be my tag for this if i post more about it #i still dont have all the accessories decided yet #and i have concepts for all of the characters' transformation dresses but not solid designs #silver and blaze why must you stump me about the accessories.#ALSO ALL THE CHARACTERS HAVE BASIC CHARACTER ARCS PLANNED OUT AS WELL #SO I MAY TALK ABOUT THOSE ALSO

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gabrielandworms · 1 year

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It's Day 247 of the migraine that never ends, and any plans I had to clean or maybe (finally) finish the painting I have sketched out on my drawing table's surface are just not happening. I'm going to be lying in a pile of blankets playing one of the lower energy rpgs I have. I might even get some real writing done if I can trust my brain enough with any of my drafts.

But I realized I can probably trust my brain enough to rec some of my favorite rpgs for sick days like today. Something without a complex plot or a need to stay focused. Something with fun design and, if you're really lucky, big numbers.

Also some (one? two?) of these are on the 3ds. It's probably a good idea to look into them now since the shop is closing permanently towards the end of the month.

So here's my little list of suggestions. This definitely isn't just an attempt to get people playing things I like. It's also an attempt to get people to suggest their own preferences.

Dragon Ball Fusions (3DS): I know Fighterz is the crowning achievement of Dragon Ball games, but I don't like fighting games. Meanwhile this a fun little rpg where you can make your own OC and get other fighters to join you with one of the most enjoyable combat systems I've ever played. The fusion mechanic is also really goofy and a delight to mess around with.

Legend of Mana (PS1): Well, originally a PS1 game. I think the remaster is pretty much everywhere. It's always been my favorite Mana title, and I'm glad to see it getting attention now. Unlocking every quest is a pain that requires a guide, but the combat is very "no thoughts, head empty" and the game's backgrounds are some of the most beautiful I've ever seen. Also I haven't watched it yet, but there's an anime adaptation of one of the major arcs now. Story is a bit heavier than the others here though as it digs into "love can both nurture and destroy."

Fantasy Life (3DS): There's a second one coming, but if you don't want to wait the first one was a lot of fun. The class system in this game is a lot of fun, and I think it's the only game I've played that let me even run around trying to become a Master Cook. You can also have your friends jump into your game and run around together, but that might be restricted to local play now.

Pokemon: Heart Gold and Soul Silver (DS): Or any Pokemon title, really. Heart Gold is just my favorite, but I also thought the Sun/Moon titles were underrated. Pokemon's base line has never been complicated. It's just running around with little magical animal critters, and maybe if you're lucky you're playing one of the gens that lets you pet them. Or have them follow you around.

Magical Starsign (DS): Legend of Mana's younger sibling, and a great deal more linear. But it has a lot of the same visual charm paired with a setting both fantasy and sci-fi. Like Legend of Mana, it also gets a bit heavier with its story. Some of the subplots do not end on happy notes.

Okage: Shadow King (PS2): Maybe the least "head empty" of the bunch, but grinding is an option, and grinding is one of the most "head empty" things you can do in an rpg. I wanted to include it though because it's visually fun and has a wonderful little sense of humor. As a bonus, it's available for digital purchase on the sony store. A lot of these are old and only available in physical versions unless you put in the effort to find other, Totally Legal methods.

Sonic Chronicles: Dark Brotherhood (DS): Look, I'm going to be honest. I remember nothing about this game. I had the flu in college and fever-induced delirium wiped out my memory of the whole damn time. But apparently? I played this? And according the save file I completed it? Which means this has to fit the criteria of an rpg you don't have to think too hard about. Which it's a Sonic game, so I can't imagine the plot is complex.

Fable 3 (Xbox 360): I know it's the unfavorite Fable for people, but I had a lot of fun with it. It also looks like it's available digitally. This game doesn't demand much, and honestly it's pretty easy to sidestep the instance when it does try to make hefty demands. I don't know how accessible co-op is now, but this is a game made better when you're running around causing chaos with friends. It also let me marry a pink-haired cannibal, and how many games even have that option?

#rpgs #video games #dragon ball #sonic the hedgehog #pokemon #legend of mana #fantasy life #fable #okage #magical starsign

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mca-attack21 · 3 years

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The Sacrifice - part III

Okay guys here is the finale. I honestly still don't know how I feel about it and might release an alternative ending at some point. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it. You can find the first two parts and the rest of my writing here: Masterlist

“It took you long enough,” River said without even turning to see who had entered.

“River, we-I-,” the Doctor stammered.

“We need you to tell us what really happened while we were on AmsterDuke,” Amy spoke up firmly.

“Do you want me to keep it PG-13?” River tried to joke, but her heart clearly wasn’t in it.

The Doctor and River usually had a very entertaining dynamic going on. It was like they were playing a flirtatious game of intellectual cat and mouse. Each one pushing the other’s buttons in the best possible way. But today was different. Already, there was a weight on the conversation and the fact that River had yet to face them was telling in itself.

“Please River, whatever happened that day, no matter how bad it was I need to know,” the Doctor decided. The softness of his voice was heartbreaking.

“I can’t tell you what you want to know, you know how the rules work. If I interfere, the timeline will be set in stone. Then there is nothing you’ll ever be able to do to bring back- to fix things,” River explained.

“What can you tell me? What planet I was on? Why was I there? Who was I with? I can hardly remember anything about that day and the TARDIS has no records of anything. You are the only one who knows anything,” the Doctor said irritatedly.

River then turned and looked him in the eyes, and he saw that she had been crying. He could not remember another time that he saw her look so broken. He felt bad for his harsh words, he knew that the role she played in this was not one easily carried. “I lost someone, I think you did too. But I can’t even attempt to bring her back until I know more. So please, if there is anything that you can tell me to help not only me, but her too, I’m begging you River,” the Doctor softly pleaded.

“You dropped off Amy and Rory at AmsterDuke and went to Brisinger to waste time. It was going to be a big day for you, as you decided to do something that you had been putting off for far too long. You were distracted and were captured. Time there was rupturing, the whole system was on the brink of collapse. They needed you to fix the rupture and were prepared to make you autonomous so you wouldn’t fight the process. You would have practically been dead. She could never let that happen so she made a deal and took your place,” River explained carefully.

“When she fixed the rupture, her existence was rewritten. That’s why I can’t remember her. But how come you do? How did you know to come get me?”

“I received a phone call asking me to come and make sure that you would make it back to the TARDIS, to make sure that you would be okay. She made sure to leave me your sonic screwdriver so I would be able to find you and get you out of there.”

“But that still doesn’t explain why you are the only one who remembers her,” Amy decided.

“My past is your future. Our timelines don’t always line up.”

“But if your past is our future that means that we save her, because otherwise you wouldn’t know her.” Rory reasoned.

“Time can be rewritten,” the Doctor replied, clearly deep in thought. He had the feeling that the key to everything he needed to know was on the edge of his brain. She was imprinted on him, it was just a matter of finding the right memory to unlock everything else. “River, is there anything else that you can give us, anything at all?”

“Anything I say risks you never being able to see her again, you know that.”

“I know,” the Doctor agreed, clearly frustrated as he wracked his brain for anything that could be helpful.

River checked her watch, “Well, you’ve better be going. Kaltishdoctria is waiting for you. And besides that, you are about to be getting an important phone call,” River said and her entire face shifted as if something had signaled to her that everything was about to work out.

“Kaltishdoctria? We are not going anywhere until we figure this out!” Amy replied.

Then the Doctor caught on, River had told him exactly what he had needed to know. “Come along Ponds, we have places to be and people to save!” he said excitedly all but pushing the confused married couple towards the TARDIS.

As if almost exactly on cue, the TARDIS phone rang as they entered. The Doctor raced to the line.

“River told me that you would be calling…..yes….of course….well I’m sorry that I temporarily forgot someone who was completely erased from existence….hey now, that’s completely uncalled for….I am not!....I do….I will….Thank you or should I say thank me?” he laughed before hanging up, mood the brightest it had been since that dreadful day.

“Doctor what was that? Who were you talking to?” Amy asked.

“I was talking to myself. Well the me of the past who River sent back to figure out exactly what happened that day.”

“But if that was the you of the past, why didn’t you remember before now?” Rory asked.

“Because I hadn’t gone back until just now. I can’t remember things that I haven’t done yet, now can I Rory?” the Doctor beamed.

“Okay so what exactly do you know now Doctor?” Amy asked, knowing better than even trying to understand all of the timey wimey stuff that the Doctor had just said.

“I know who, where, and when Y/n is and more importantly, I know how to save her. So hold on to something, we are off to Kaltishdoctria!”

As the Doctor said your name, Amy’s and Rory’s memories of you came flooding back. And then the Tardis’ screen translated Kaltishdoctria for them, ‘Lover of the Doctor’. Things were falling into place and within no time, they landed on the planet. Before they exited the TARDIS though, the Doctor disappeared to find something, a yellow glowing orb that he stuck in his pocket.

“You two stay here, I don’t feel like babysitting today,” he joked, straightening up his bowtie excitedly. He was about to exit the TARDIS when he ducked in the back one more time, this time reappearing with his favorite red fez which Amy could have sworn had been destroyed.

"Special occasion calls for special attire," the doctor explained briefly before exiting the TARDIS. As he walked around the city, he was getting flashbacks from that day which were filling in the remaining blanks he had. His hearts were swelling with every thought of you. What little anger he felt at you for doing this for him, was easily overtaken by his concern for you, and both of those things would easily melt away when he had you back in his arms.

The Doctor was so distracted by thoughts of you that he didn’t really register that something was off. He used his psychic paper to get in to see the leader.

“Ahh, Doctor you have returned. I suspect that you’ve heard the news,” he said gravely.

“I have come for Y/n, but don’t worry I have brought you an orb of Vertex energy that could last a millennia,” he said, pulling the glowing ball out of his pocket.

“You would do that for us, even after everything we have taken from you?” the leader asked almost as if he was afraid to get his hopes up.

“You were scared and trying to prevent the death of your people. The way you went about it was wrong, but the intention was noble. Bygones are bygones. Please just take me to her.”

“You should know that her condition is not our fault. She refused to be automatized. We told her that it would burn her out, but she wouldn’t listen. She wanted to remember, she couldn’t stand the thought of losing you,” the leader explained.

The Doctor stopped in his tracks, “What is wrong with her condition?” Even as the words left his mouth he got that dangerous glint in his eyes. The one that reminded everyone that he had seen and done unspeakable things in his life and was not to be messed with.

“I’m so sorry, we thought it was the only way. We honored her wishes. There was nothing else we could do,” the leader fumbled.

“I am being extremely calm, all things considered. And I will remind you that you are speaking about someone that I love. So I will ask you one more time and only one more time what is wrong with her condition.”

The leader looked like he was trying to find the words to explain but then decided against it. He took a few more steps forward to the control room and gestured for the Doctor to follow. He then ordered that the guards unlock the capsule which said ‘15% - 4 days left’.

It is then that he realized what was happening. “How long has she been here?”

“Centuries for us, but time works differently in the stabilizer.”

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when they finally got everything open. You were unconscious, pale, and hardly breathing.

“I have to get her to the TARDIS,” the Doctor decided, voice tight with emotion, especially after noticing his favorite bowtie held in your hands.

“Her body will fail if you remove her. Those four days will be reduced to hours at the most, and our planet will die before everyone has a chance to evacuate,” one of the scientists argued.

“No,” the doctor said in disbelief. His mind was racing. You were not going to die. He was not going to allow it. Not after everything that you had been through, everything that you had sacrificed for him. He had already lost you once and he doubted his hearts would survive losing you again. Not before he got to tell you that he- well that could wait. He was going to think of something. He would save you, save the planet, save the day. He was the doctor, that was what he did. “No,” he repeated again, but this time it was more of a command. ‘No’ you were not allowed to die, ‘No’ the planet would not fall, not today.

The doctor spun, running all of the calculations in his head. This plan was risky, but all of his best ones usually are. It would work, it would have to. “Okay, take this and plug it into the pod. I’ll take Y/n and we’ll be on our way.”

No one dared question him, they did exactly as he said. He leaned in to pick you up and carry you bridal style to the TARDIS. “It’s okay Y/n I’m here, and I’m going to get you fixed up, and then we’ll pick up right where we left off. Y/n and the Doctor, Amy and Rory, all of space and time, every last star in the universe. You just have to hold on for a few more minutes. Just stay with me. Please.” He hoped that somehow, you could feel his presence, that you found some reassurance or sense of safety in his arms.

When he got to the TARDIS, he rushed past the medbay, past the room of yours that had reappeared, and to his own room. He laid you in his bed and looked at you with a pain in his chest that he had not felt in some time. There was no doubt in his mind or hearts that what he was about to do was the right choice.

He laid beside you and pulled you into his arms. We closed his eyes and willed his regeneration energy to heal you. He was willing to give up his twelfth and final regeneration to have you by his side for the rest of this one. He didn’t want to be the doctor without you. Not again. You had made a choice to save him, and this was his choice to save you.

He opened his eyes, only to see that nothing was happening. He tried again, but nothing happened. “No,no,no,no. This isn’t happening. This is my choice! I am going to save her!” he shouted at the universe. He willed his regeneration energy again, but it was to no avail. He scanned you with his sonic screwdriver, your body was failing, you were dying. Tears threatened to escape his eyes. This wasn’t fair. He wasn’t supposed to lose you again. He struggled to force himself away from you and to get Rory. If he couldn’t save you with Timelord science, he would have to trust Rory to save you with Human medicine.

As soon as the Doctor stepped out of the room, the door slammed shut behind him. He turned around and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Open this door right this instance!” he shouted at the TARDIS. She hummed ferociously in response. He pulled out his sonic and tried to force the door open. He was absolutely appalled. Before he could consider his next move, there was a loud scream from inside his room. Your scream.

“Y/n!” the Doctor yelled, trying to get the door open even more frantically.

As if on cue, the lights and power went out in the TARDIS. The next thing he knew, the TARDIS was falling through space. He should have went to the control room to try and fix things, or maybe to check that Amy and Rory, but he couldn’t leave you.

His mind was racing with what could be happening behind the door. He needed to find a way to get it open. Maybe if he- His thoughts were cut short when a familiar yellow glow began to shine from under his door. A twinge of hope sparked in his chest.

“No way. It’s never been done. Not once in the history of Galifrey,” The Doctor muttered under his breath, sinking to his knees.

The Doctor prayed to everything that he was right about what was going on beyond that door. He was about to find out as everything in the TARDIS restarted and he heard the lock unclick. He nervously fumbled with the door knob before letting himself in the room. You were in the bed where he left you, but you no longer looked like you were on the brink of death. Instead, you looked healthier, almost glowing.

He wondered how long it would take you to wake up, but even as he had the thought, you started to shift. “You had me worried you know,” the Doctor said as he went to your side. Your eyes fluttered at his words. Upon realizing who uttered them, you tried to force yourself up. “Take it easy. How are you feeling? Hungry? Thirsty?” he asked as he scanned you with his sonic screwdriver just to confirm his suspicions.

“Where am I? What happened?”

The Doctor frowned, “You're safe, in the TARDIS. What is the last thing you remember?”

“We dropped Amy and Rory off for their honeymoon. We were trying to decide where to go next, and then it all goes blank,” you explain furrowing your eyebrows at whatever you were missing.

“Well, I took you to a planet and you decided to save my life, getting a little banged up in the process. But it’s okay now, you're safe, and we’re together, which is what is important,” he said, pulling you into his arms.

You were going to push the issue, but you felt his hot tears on your shoulder and decided that it could wait. The Doctor’s whole world had almost fallen apart and for the first time he was allowing himself to feel all of it. “I love you, you know that?” he whispered. He had waited too long to tell you those three simple yet complicated words, and he could not wait another second.

“I love you too,” he replied, concerned with his current state. You had never seen him so completely vulnerable before. You were going to say something else, but Amy’s voice was heard shouting from the hall.

“Doctor? What the hell just happened? Is everything okay?”

The doctor pulled away from you, wiping his eyes and smiling widely. He was about to stand up when Amy and Rory barged in.

“What is it the two of you always say? ‘Bedroom - we have a rule’ and then you have the audacity - the audacity to not even knock?” The Doctor tried to chastise before the smile took over his face.

Amy rolled her eyes and walked past him to pull you into a hug, Rory close behind. The Doctor joined in soaking in everything.

In the coming days, you would catch the doctor staring at you when he didn’t think you could see him. His glancing came with a mix of admiration and guilt. When you asked Amy about it, she simply said that almost losing you shook him up hard.

The four of you quickly fell back into your rhythm of going on adventures and saving the day. You never remembered what had really happened during your time on Brisinger, but from seeing how much it still affected the Doctor, you assumed that it was for the best. Your mind would drift to the confessions made when you first woke up, but you never brought it up. At least not until you wandered out to the control room one night to see the Doctor sitting at the TARDIS door with his feet hanging out, looking at the stars.

You walked over to him, causing him to glance over his shoulder at you. A smile forming on his face, “What are you doing up?” he asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you answered, taking a seat beside him, “I don’t think I will ever get used to this,” you smiled as you took in the scene before you. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence just taking everything in. “Doctor?” you spoke, breaking the silence.

“Hmmm?”

You paused, you hadn’t even know what you wanted to say. You wanted to ask him about that night, to make a move, anything really. But instead, your nerves took over. There was so much at stake, and he was absolutely everything, how could you even begin to…

“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked, turning to face you completely.

“Yeah, sorry, forget I said anything,” you made up your mind, looking once again at the stars.

“You know, I think you shine brighter than all of those stars combined,” the Doctor admitted. You couldn’t help but blush as you met his eyes. You were suddenly aware of how close the two of you were. “That day on Brisinger, I was planning on telling you how I felt. How out of all of time and space you are the single most enticing, intriguing, incredible girl that I have ever met. That I would not trade a moment of us together for anything. I had finally worked up the courage to tell you how insanely in love with you I have been since you first agreed to join me. And then with everything that happened, I got scared, I tried to push down my feelings again because I thought that in some way that would make you safer," he explained. You were about to interject, but he continued. "But every single time I look at you it's like the universe is trying to tell me that the risk is nothing compared to the reward....I guess what I'm trying to say is that you are practically the best thing that has ever happened to me and that I love you," he finished nervously.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you joke before leaning in to kiss him, catching him slightly off guard before he melted into it. When you pulled away you saw his goofy grin.

“You do not know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he beamed.

“So, what does all of this mean?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are we together now? I mean do Timelords even date?”

“Of course Timelords date,” he feigned offense, causing you to laugh. He then stood up and took an exaggerated bow, “Y/f/n Y/l/n, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” he said, offering you his hand.

“Well, considering you are the only other single person on this ship,” you joked before standing up and putting your hand in his. He used it to spin you around, before kissing you again.

“Rory! Get out here and pay up!” Amy yelled from the entryway to the control room.

The surprise of her voice almost caused you to fall out of the TARDIS doors which were left open in the heat of the moment.

“Amy…” the Doctor whined like a little child whose toy was taken away.

“I’m sorry, but I won the bet fair and square and I am getting my money. It took you two long enough,” she replied smiling.

Rory came out and handed her a twenty dollar bill, “You guys couldn’t have held off for another couple weeks?”

Laughter filled the room and for a small shimmering moment all was right in the world of the Doctor.

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onebizarrekai · 3 years

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undeniable proof that shuichi and kokichi were gay in v3

prepare yourself for the most big brain thing that has ever bigged your brain

chapter 1

shuichi saihara spends this chapter following kaede around because they were just trapped in a godforsaken killing game and everything seems to suck. when faced with a situation such as this, the natural inclination is to either find someone to latch onto or to distrust and stick to oneself. shuichi does the former because he is a twiggy little man who would probably die in a fight before anyone even attacked him.

what is kokichi doing in this chapter? sticking to himself? stalking someone? that is the real question. nobody knows what he is doing because he is not the protagonist and not the obligatory party companion. however, since v3 follows a theme of fiction, it is totally logical to believe that some system must be in place, but kokichi is not bound by such a system because kokichi represents anarchy.

he does not stick with another for all to see, nor does he remain alone. alas, he searches for a secret companion and has not found one yet. who shall he find? shall he find any? the truth is, he gravitates towards shuichi. it’s supposed to be in secret, but there is a way in the game to see what really happened.

if you speak to tsumugi right before everyone is asked to gather at the cafeteria a second time, she mentions sonic the hedgehog. kokichi runs by, saying “got to go fast”. this means that kokichi has either played sonic the hedgehog or is at least well-versed in sonic memes. if you get this dialogue, and only if you get it, later, kokichi makes another sonic reference, saying “faker? I think you’re the fake hedgehog around here!” while he confuses everyone, the dialogue makes the odd choice of stopping on shuichi, even though the dialogue box only includes “…” and nothing else.

chapter 2

if you have unlocked tsumugi’s sonic dialogue and go to the monomono machine, you now have a 5% chance of getting sonic merchandise. if you give this merchandise to kokichi, you get some interesting dialogue. he says “wow, shuichi! how did you know that I grew up playing sonic and that it’s my absolute favorite video game series of all time?” this immediately maxes out all 5 of his friendship fragments, and you can get all 5 of his hangouts without giving him any more presents. you’re probably wondering why this is important, but you will see.

as kaede is now dead, shuichi finds himself horribly alone. while kaito is there and starts calling him his sidekick, the force of protagonist syndrome has caused shuichi to gain the courage to hang out with anyone, including kokichi of course. I don’t need to talk about kokichi’s hangouts. they literally end with “I stole your heart, so now I’m satisfied!” and it doesn’t get gayer than that.

or does it?

if you investigate the bathroom part of ryoma’s lab during this chapter and click on a very specific spot in order to enter one of the stalls, you can click on the toilet 5 times and shuichi will lie down on the floor. while it’s to investigate the underside of the toilet, and there is nothing to be found, the words “kokichi was here” are written on the ceiling above the stall. if you’ve already hung out with kokichi at least once in this chapter, shuichi will sigh and wonder what kokichi is doing right now.

if you’ve given kokichi the sonic merchandise, and you reach kokichi’s final free time event in this chapter, he will actually question shuichi after he finishes bandaging kokichi’s finger up, briefly commenting on how shuichi managed to get close to him so quickly and asking him “what his trick is”. he says “you must like me a whole lot, shuichi. I hope you don’t bail on me after this.” word for word, literally just hear me out.

“kokichi places his warm hand on mine, and I feel like he’s prying much deeper than he usually does.”

“I didn’t think that was possible…”

chapter 3

little did you know, giving kokichi the sonic merchandise unlocked a bonus hangout. yes, you heard me right. a WHOLE bonus hangout. you can hang out with him again whenever you want in this chapter. kokichi only says “good to see you.” you can select yes or no.

the screen will fade to black.

you have used up a free time.

if you have reached this hidden part of kokichi’s relationship sequence, random dialogue that isn’t in the normal game starts getting sprinkled in, as well as certain easter eggs. when angie starts her whole shtick, since you’ve already hung out with kokichi 5 times, there are a few things he has to say straight up, like how he’s going to teach shuichi about cults so shuichi doesn’t accidentally join the student council.

chapter 4

now that you’ve finally reached chapter 4 and activated the secret kokichi pathway, you get a hidden scene, much like the others that are triggered by having specific items in your inventory. in the middle of the night, kokichi breaks into shuichi’s room and shakes him awake, telling him that someone stole his almond milk.

shuichi tells kokichi to shut up and rolls over.

fun fact, if you get the hangout with miu where she checks whether shuichi is a virgin, she does, in fact, say “ha, I can’t believe this!” and if you zoom in the window behind her, you can barely make out kokichi’s face. peering in. watching you. if you click on him at any point during this hangout, you will hear a voice clip of kokichi’s laugh and shuichi will internally respond to miu’s dialogue differently. he will think “miu is the last person I need to know about this…”

in this sonic dialogue route, shuichi responds slightly differently to kokichi revealing that he is the mastermind. although his dialogue is mostly the same, he counts approximately 22 extra crying sprites, implied to be caused by additional heartbreak.

chapter 5-6

these chapters play out mostly the same way until the very end, the only exception being when you’re investigating kokichi’s lab. if you click on kokichi’s throne 13 times, one of the bookshelves will slide out of the way to reveal a hidden bathroom. there is an envelope taped to the wall that says “for my beloved detective, who habitually smacks things over and over.” it says “if you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. or am I? wouldn’t you like to know? nishishi.” shuichi comments about the fact that kokichi literally wrote that stupid laugh out, only to start crying again.

make sure that you have kind lie equipped as one of your skills before you start the final trial.

if you’ve done everything exactly according to plan up to this point, the ending is different.

tsumugi decides to show kokichi’s audition tape instead of kaede’s. he says “I’d love to be a part of danganronpa! I can finally be a bad guy without being scared!” but then kokichi looks directly at the camera. he says “naw, just messing with you. guess who?”

the screen cracks.

kokichi has suddenly entered the scene of the trial. tsumugi looks horrified. her wig falls off. everyone is at a loss for words. suddenly the screens and lights around them start to black out until everyone is left in almost complete darkness.

shuichi finally asks kokichi how he’s alive. he’s like, “you DIED” and kokichi is like “or did I? it’s the grand finale, shuichi! I owe you the truth this one time, because you’re my favorite.” everyone listens intently. “you see, by observing your irrational actions, almost like that of a main character… I was able to conclude that we exist in a fictional world that plays by certain rules. but we all been knew, didn’t we? not quite! someone forgot to test for exploits.” himiko just goes like “what the fuck you smokin?” and kokichi just laughs. “my self awareness has given me more power than you can possibly imagine! let’s just say I learned where the hit boxes are broken and installed a few cheat codes in the meantime!”

“no… that’s impossible! this isn’t supposed to be part of the ending at all!” tsumugi doesn’t like that one bit. she just kinda breaks down crying. shuichi isn’t paying attention to her though. he had accepted oblivion only to be greeted with kokichi being alive. as annoying as kokichi is, they are hopelessly in love. maki is a little disturbed.

after passionately reuniting with shuichi, kokichi says the thing. “this world is mine now, tsumugi! you got nothin on this! it’s time to say goodbye to this trash dump and create a new reality!” tsumugi just kinda goes like “noooo!!!”

everything goes black. shuichi has a vision about entering creative mode. kokichi has opped him. they take hands. “let’s create someplace way more fun.” maki and himiko and keebo look at each other because they’re floating in the background and watching this happen even though it’s supposed to be an internal vision. the screen goes white.

shuichi graces us with some internal protagonist dialogue about how he doesn’t really understand what’s happening anymore or what’s waiting for them outside of this world, but he thinks that things might turn out ok.

after unlocking this ending, you unlock a super secret video that you can view from the main menu. it’s a fully animated video of kokichi and dice dancing to world is mine. this is what they spent all their budget on

#april fools #saiouma #oumasai #ndrv3 #shitpost #I spent like 3 hours writing this #drv3 spoilers #random stuff #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma

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kittydemon9000 · 3 years

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Alright so I know Literally Nobody asked for this but the idea of leaguers having differnt armor types, speeds, and strengths is so fascinating to me so here’s an entire post about my headcanons about it, staring the Main 7 since they’re the ones we see most and have the most evidence for.

Also, please keep in mind that this is completely made based on memory alone and it’s been a bit since I last saw the show. If I missed something or remembered something wrong feel free to correct me or add your own thoughts.

Also also, I made a chart (the chart is based on the strongest for the leaguer, not out of all of them, ex: Top Joy’s strongest is different from GZ’s strongest)

First off, the leader of Silver Castle himself, Magnum Ace, a Baseball Leaguer. Right off the bat(hah puns) I immediately knew his arms would be the strongest points. He seems to have been created with him being a pitcher in mind and his 44 Sonic has clearly been shown to posses a lot of power which he would need the strength to handle. There’s also how he was shown to be a decent hitter in Gold Arm’s flashback, sending every ball into the outfield. As for his weakest points, they were also pretty easy. The joints are a bit of a constant with all of the leaguers I showed, but the fins are because they seem to be rather thin and probably can’t hold up very well under pressure. There’s also the shoulder joints, which I wasn’t able to put on the diagram, since as shown during the end of the series, if Magnum repeatedly pitches his 44 Sonic without rest the stress on his shoulders start to cause them to break down, to the point where he was forced to sit out for the next few days for repairs. Speed wise Magnum is nothing special and in my eyes pretty average amongst the team.

Next up, we have Mach Windy, a Soccer Leaguer. Similar to Magnum, I knew almost immediately his strongest point would be his legs since, y’know, soccer. Everything(physical) we see coming from Windy is almost always centered around his leg strength and speed. This is outright said when Silver Castle is resting after some baseball training and Magnum tells Windy(I shit you not) “We believe in your leg.” There’s also his Mach Spin which depends entirely on his ability to kick to ball at an extremely high speed. There’s also a scene when trying to help Gold Foot during the Forced Retirement Arc where his kicks a ball of solid rock without any issues. The scene also brings me to why his head is a strong point. Heading is also something Windy has been shown to be able to do, and referencing the Forced Retirement Arc again where he head butts the aforementioned ball of rock. For speed, as mentioned before, when it comes to running Windy seems to be the fastest amongst Silver Castle. The weakness I feel is pretty self explanatory since soccer doesn’t really require use of your arms unless you’re a goalie. There’s also how in the Jet Setter episode Bull sees Windy loose an arm wrestle almost immediatly with Ryuuken, but that might just be since Ryuuken is ridiculously powerful. As for durability, he seems to be not very strong, instead having lighter armor for more speed.

Speaking of Ryuuken, let’s talk about the Karate Leaguer. As you can see, his strongest part is his armor, aka almost all of him. As a karate leaguer, Ryuuken was probably created with the intent of being able to take a lot of hits. There’s also the running joke of a member of another team attacking him with all their power and him not budging and saying something along the lines of “I feel nothing.” Strength wise, we get a taste of his crazy power is during his first spotlight episode where he was practicing kicking with Windy, to which he accidentally broke the stone wall surrounding the field. He then unlocks more of his power when rescuing Ruri from the factory, but we don’t see his real power until the Forced Retirment arc. There we got to see when going to rescue Magnum, Windy, and the Gold Bros how he opened a literal chasm into the ground with a single punch, though I can’t remember if it was rock, metal, or both, but that’s still pretty impressive, and that was before he unlocked his Heart Kit in the Death Football Arc which only increased his power. And then during the OVA when the Fighter Brothers try to fight Windy’s new team and they use their pitch, a pitch that nobody had been able to hit before, Ryuuken straight up punches it with seemingly no backlash and getting a home run all because they made him mad.….maybe it’s a good thing Ryuuken is so innocent and calm. Speed wise, Ryuuken seems to be on the slower side of the team, however I do think Ryuuken(alongside Juurouta) would have the best reflexes. This one is completely headcanon and I don’t have much proof, it just makes sense to me.

Next up, we have Bull Armor, a Football Leaguer. His armor and helmet are easily his strongest parts, for mostly obvious reasons. Multiple times throughout the series he is seen tanking blows that would normally knock another leaguer to the ground, most notably when he’s Silver Castle’s goalkeeper in soccer and catcher in baseball. However, his durability seems to be different from Ryuuken’s since he is still moved by the attacks but can bounce back from more. His durability seems to be pretty tied to his strength too since he is one of the only leaguers who has been shown to catch Magnum’s 44 Sonic. There’s also how when he was first introduced he stopped and lifted a truck much larger than himself with relative ease in order to stop it from hitting a young boy. His speed however is admittedly a bit harder to figure out. He seems to be much larger and heavier, however as shown when he lost control in his past he still has the ability to charge down opponents at a speed in which they can’t properly evade, though it’s up for debate whether they were trying to properly evade or trying to reason with him.

Juurouta, a Kendo Leaguer, is next. His durability is more basic compared to the others, mostly focusing around his Armor Armor(no that was not a typo). Said Armor Armor also seems to be protecting the joints which may or may not be intentional, but I’m going with it. His fins share the same logic with Magnum, as do his joints with everyone else. His strength mostly seems to be localized in his arms, which makes sense since he is a kendo leaguer. His strength was first shown in comparison to the others when he was the first person to hit Gold Arm’s Genocide Screw with a hit(discounting Bull since he technically kicked it). There’s also how in the Arctic he was able to cut down the blizzard machine, however that spent all his energy. Speed wise I think he’s in a similar i boat to Ryuuken: slow overall, but incredible reflexes.

Now, Top Joy, a Basketball Leaguer, was a fun one to do for no reason more than I like the character. Strength wise, nothing very impressive, he show much. Durability though….it’s not the best. The only points that seemed to be able to hold up were his arms(sort of) and feet, and they’re less based on actual proof and more on logical thinking but I digress. Hand and arms because he’ll need to be able to catch balls thrown his way, but they’re still relatively weak compared to other members of Silver Castle. I highlighted his feet because they would probably be needed to make they don’t break once Top Joy lands after jumping high. If they were weak the repeated slamming into the ground would cause them to break and then Top Joy(and any other basketball leaguer) would be relatively stuck. But where I think Top Joy shines is his speed and maneuverability. As he has demonstrated many times throughout baseball and soccer games alike, his spring legs can be used in a variety of situations, from avoiding attacking players to catching balls that would normally be too far out of reach. And there’s also the possibility of using the force from the spring to propel himself faster when running, thought it’s unclear if he does this already. However, they are not without weakness. As shown in the episode with Gebara, they are easily damaged when seemingly a single coil is damaged and prevents him from walking without assistance from his teammates. There’s also his recording equipment and speakers which, while functional, seem like they would also be damaged rather easily since as someone who has worked with recording/video equipment, I am all too aware of how fragile it can be. Also another note, Top Joy also seems to have an incredibly high pain tolerance. When the members of Section X give him a warning shock with the shock circuit, he pleads with them and says how he “doesn’t like punishment,” implying this has happened before. There’s also his questionable relationship with his past team and much later in the Death Football Arc when he flat out says “I’m used to pain,” which in concerning to say the least.

And finally, last but most certainly not least, we have GZ, a Hockey Leaguer. Similar to Ryuuken, GZ has been shown to be incredibly powerful and being able to take a lot. There are three times where his power is shown. First is barely a day after he joins their team when he defends his teammates from attacks that would normally knock them off their feet(sans Ryuuken). The second time is when he’s babysitting the kids and survives an avalanche that took out another group of hockey(?) leaguers with barely a scratch. And then in the OVA where he’s able to deflect almost all of Garret’s dive bomb attacks without took much trouble. This is undoubtedly a combination of some hockey leaguers being incredibly defensive(like Thunderbolt) and his reformatting which led him to be a mercenary. We don’t seem too much from GZ in terms of strength, so I’m going to say he’s just a little weaker than Magnum. Speed though, that one was a bit hard to figure out. Main because of his boosters. His boosters give him an enormous speed boost, fast enough to get ahead of Garret who was literally flying and dive bombing, and on the ice without as much friction it only increases his speed. However, the few times we see him running, he seems to be slower than the other Silver Castle members, likely because of his weight and how he was meant for ice, not land.

TL:DR, From most to least

Durability: GZ, Ryuuken, Bull Armor, Juurouta, Magnum, Windy, Top Joy

Strength: Ryuuken, Bull Armor, Juurouta, Magnum, GZ, Top Joy, Windy

Speed: GZ(with boosters/on ice), Windy, Top Joy, Magnum, Bull Armor, Ryuuken, Juurouta, GZ(running), but Juurouta and Ryuuken have the best reflexes

#Shippu! Iron Leaguer #iron leaguer #magnum ace #mach windy #windy #ryuuken #Kiai Ryuuken #bull armor #juurouta #Kiwami Juurouta #topjoy #Top Joy #gz #info dump

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Plank All Over Me - Friendship Test Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Plank All Over Me Masterlist

Regular Masterlist

“I’m Chris Pine.” Tom waved to the camera.

“And I’m Nick Cage.” You threw your hands up.

“And we have surprisingly both played a version of Spider-Man.” Tom jeered.

“I personally am not surprised Mr. Nicholas Cage played Spider-Man and I don’t know why you are.” You joked.

“Because he’s Nicholas Cage.” Tom pointed out.

“And he was born to play this role? Jealously is a disease, honey.” You waves your hand in Toms face.

“Don’t say it.” He groaned.

“Get well soon.” You blew him a kiss which he swatted away.

“She said it.” He looked at the camera and sighed.

“I feel like we need to start warning brands that we’ll do a video with them, but the intro is gonna be ten minutes of us fighting and there’s nothing they can do to stop that.” You laughed as you realized you were doing it again.

“We’re doing the Friendship Test with Glamour by the way.” Tom said. “Sorry Glamour for not warning you how difficult we are to work with.”

“We’re also not friends.” You said sarcastically.

“We’re going to be man and wife in a few months.” Tom reminded you.

“That doesn’t mean we’re friends.” You replied. “I also never understood the phrase “man and wife.” Like, you’re still a man but I unlock the secret third gender of “wife”? It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Darling, the only two genders are Coke and Pepsi.” Tom said as if it were obvious.

“Oh, right. My bad.” You laughed.

“Lets start the video.” Tom suggest and clasped his hands together.

“Yea, I think this has been our worst intro yet.” You said apologetically.

“We’re gonna have you guys talk a little about each other in separate rooms first.” A crew member behind the camera told you.

“Oh, okay.” You said as you were lead into the adjacent room.

“Talk to us about Y/n.” Tom was asked in his room.

“Tell us about Tom.” They asked you.

“My favorite thing to talk about.” Tom grinned shyly and looked at his feet.

“Where do I even start?” You shrugged.

“I always say this, not necessarily to her, but she is not a girl you date. She is a girl you marry.” Tom began. “I cannot even imagine dating her and not ending up with her. That’d just be torture and it’d be unfair to all the other girls I came across because I’d always compare them to Y/n.”

“Sometimes, I put his phone on top of the refrigerator when we’re fighting.” You told the camera.

“There is no one in this world who’s more generous.” Tom gushed.

“He’s too short to reach it.” You laughed a little.

“More caring.” He continued.

“It’s really entertaining to watch him try and get it down.” You stated.

“More beautiful.” He listed off.

“He never does.” You shook your head.

“Or more giving than Y/n.” He finished.

“I always have to get it for him.” You chuckled.

“If I didn’t have her, I’d be searching in vain for the rest of my life for something that can give to me what she does.” Tom said sincerely.

“God, he’s also such a bad driver.” You sighed.

“But nothing compares to her.” He professed.

“He runs red lights like it’s his job.” You called him out.

“She completes me and it’s been the greatest joy of my life to love her.” Tom said, getting a little emotional.

“I’m always like “slow down, sonic!” and I honestly don’t even think he can hear me.” You shrugged.

“And to be loved by her.” He smiled.

“He’s crazy.” You said.

“She’s a blessing.” Tom said.

“Thanks guys. We’re gonna return to the first room now for the test.” The crew told you. You were brought back into the room where Tom was ready waiting with a small stack of black cards.

“Exercise one in the friendship test, we have to stare into each other’s eyes for three minutes.” Tom read off a little card. You turned to face each other and instantly smiled.

“Your eyes are so brown.” You commented as you studied them.

“Is that a good thing?” He asked.

“It’s the best thing.” You promised.

“Babydoll. My heart.” He pouted at your complement.

“I never loved brown eyes until I loved you.” You said softly.

“I never loved until I loved you.” He replied.

“Woah. Calm down there, Hamlet. This is Glamour, not our wedding vows.” You laughed shyly at his profession.

“Did you call me Hamlet?” His eyebrows knit together.

“Yeah.” You said as you continued to hold eye contact.

“And not Romeo?” He inquired.

“Why would I call you Romeo?” You asked.

“You’re calling me a famous Shakespearean lover boy and you chose Hamlet over Romeo?” He asked in confusion.

“Romeo was dumb. Oh, then actually yeah, you are Romeo.” You teased.

“If you’re being like this to my face, I can’t wait to hear what sweet things you said about me in the other room.” Tom joked.

“We were supposed to say sweet things?” You asked in a panic.

“She’s kidding.” Tom apologized for you, but you weren’t actually kidding.

“Yes. Kidding.” You lied.

“Has it been three minutes yet? My eyes are so dry.” Tom rubbed around his eyes.

“That makes me think of our plank video.” You smiled when he asked about the time.

“It’s been four.” A crew member told you and your and Tom finally broke eye contact.

“God, I can’t look at this hideous creature any longer.” You joked and Tom pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Exercise two, compliment each other.” You read off the next card.

“We have to write them down first?” Tom asked the crew.

“He’s asking because he can’t read.” You kidded.

“I know you’re joking, but I genuinely can’t read.” He laughed as he began to write down some compliments.

“It’s okay, baby. Do you best.” You laughed back.

“Okay. I’ll go first.” You opened your notepad. “You’re incredibly hard working. You always show appreciation to each and every person you come into contact with. You dedicate everything you have to your work and it really shows with your outstanding performances. You constantly give and never expect anything in return. You’re a great person to have on my team. And your ass is fat.” You read off what you wrote on the notepad.

“Baby, I’m gonna cry. You really think that about my butt?” Tom held a hand over his heart as he played into your joke.

“Yes. And I love your ears. I forgot to put that in there.” You remembered.

“I’ve always been insecure about my ears. You really like them?” He touched one as he looked at you.

“Yes, My Dumbo looking king.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek several times.

“My turn.” Tom laughed at your statement. “I said you’re really good at making tea.” He read off the notepad and stared at you blankly.

“Babe, you didn’t.” You out your hands over your mouth as if you were about to cry.

“I did.” He nodded.

“Stop. You gas me up too much.” You pretended to wipe away tears.

“I have too, baby. No one makes tea the way you do.” He continued his joke.

“My secret is hot water.” You winked at the camera.

“Exercise three, ask anything.” Tom read off another card.

“There’s so much I want to know.” Tom gushed, as if he didn’t already know everything about his fiancé.

“Ask away.” You smiled.

“Who is your favorite actor?” Tom started his questions off.

“Oh, that’s a good question.” You pretended to think about it. “It’s gotta be Ryan Reynolds.”

“Oh, okay.” He nodded curtly. “Well what about your favorite actor named Tom? Preferably Tom H?”

“Easy. Tom Hanks.” You replied with a shrug.

“Let’s try this, favorite British Tom H?” He tried again.

“Tom Hiddleston, duh.” You laughed.

“Okay. Okay. That’s fine. Who’s your favorite actor who has portrayed Spider-Man?” He narrowed the pool.

“Another easy one. It’s obviously John Mulaney.” You said and looked at the crew for their agreement.

“He didn’t play Spiderman.” Tom stated.

“He played Spider-Ham in Into The Spiderverse. You didn’t specify if he had to have portrayed human Spider-Man.” You told Tom.

“Well then who’s your favorite British actor who has played Spider-Man?” Tom asked.

“Oh. I see. This was all a set up to the obvious. My favorite British actor who had played Spider-Man,” you shrugged and Tom smiled, “Andrew Garfield. Is he here? Was this a setup to surprise me with my favorite British actor who’s played Spider-Man?”

“He’s not here.” Tom pretended to be hurt.

“No? Then I have to leave early.” You joked.

“Lucky for you, we’ve completed all the exercises.” Tom said when he realized there were no more cards.

“So they took the fight to the death part out of the test?” You asked in faux sadness.

“I guess they did.” Tom laughed.

“Darn.” You shook your head as Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“We can still fight to the death when we get home.” He said as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Promise?” You asked.

“Yes, babygirl. I promise.” Tom pulled you into a hug and rolled his eyes at the camera. “Thank you for watching our Friendship Test.”

“And thank you Glamour for having us.” You said once you pulled out of the hug.

“Who knows? Maybe next time you see us, we’ll be married.” Tom winked at the camera.

“Or divorced.” You deadpanned. “Bye!”

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doctenwho · 4 years

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Sad Truths

Hello! Thank you for the prompt! Not too heavy for me, but it did stump me for a couple days (as did Tumblr who didn’t tell me I had an ask until I opened the site on my desktop 4 days after recieving it). I tried my best, so hopefully it’s what you were looking for! Hope this finds you on a good day, and best wishes! :)

Warnings: Sort of depression, sadness, kidnapping (but not really).

Word Count: 3,797

Summary: Look at the prompt :3

**Gif is not mine, credit to the creator**

The Doctor was truly disgusted with himself. He couldn’t even believe he’d managed to lose his companion on a strange, unknown planet. He’d lost her on a planet that he didn’t even know very well. He’d promised to keep her safe, and now he’d gone and lost her.

He’d really thought she was behind him, and it had taken just a second too long to notice that (Y/N)’s usual chatter turned silence only meant that she was no longer behind him. A second too long.

He’d turned to unlock a door with his sonic screwdriver, been turned away for maybe five seconds and now she was lost somewhere in this old abandoned building with who knows who.

It was a series of trial and error trying to find his companion in the building—there was really no way for him to know where she’d gone, or where she had been taken. So, he had to look everywhere, quite literally.

And, just like how things usually played out, she was in the last remaining room he looked in.

She was tied to a chair, gaze down.

He thought she was unconscious, since she didn’t look at him—hadn't made any movement as he slowly pushed the door open. It almost pained him to see his usually so happy companion tied to a chair, looking so... so despondent.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, distraught with what he saw. It took three strides to be across the room and kneeling beside her. The Doctor lifted his hand to catch under her chin, pulling her face up, only to see her eyes open. “What’ve they done to you?”

Any and all light that was usually clouding her eyes was gone. Wiped away leaving... an empty shell. Looking in her eyes, he couldn’t seem to find his cheerful companion there. She was conscious, awake. Alive. But it wasn’t (Y/N). It wasn’t the (Y/N) he knew.

“I don’t know,” you replied, voice monotone. “I... I don’t know what they’ve done.”

“It’s alright,” the Doctor swallowed, hands moving from your face to start untying the knots holding your wrists to the chair you were sat in, “it’s alright. You’ll be alright, right?”

“I'm... not sure.”

The Doctor couldn’t for the life of him seem to figure out what they’d done to his companion. They’d obviously done something. This was not the person he’d spent all his time with for the past however long you’d been travelling with him.

It made a rock form in his stomach, because this was you. But it wasn’t all the same. Something was wrong. They’d done something to you, but he couldn’t off the top of his head determine what.

“I’ve got you,” the Doctor continued on in hopes of dragging you from whatever depth you were in by verbally leading you out, “you will be okay, I’ve got you.”

He finally managed to untie the knots on both your wrists, but instead of you jumping up, and onto him like he’d hoped you would’ve, you slumped into your chair, chin dropping to your chest and legs all but crumbling under you.

If you hadn’t still been sitting, the Doctor was sure you would’ve flopped right down to the floor.

His hand shot out to grab you the second he saw you sinking towards the floor, and his heart hammered in his chest as he watched you crumble. He never wanted to see this—not to anyone, and certainly not to a companion he’d grown to love.

“I’ll get you out of here. We’ll get out of here, and we’ll leave this planet.”

The man had stood, arranging you on the chair so he could look around the room for a moment in hopes of finding anything that could help him piece together what had happened. Anything that could be a clue, or possible things they could’ve done to you, or given you.

You said nothing where you sat. Barely moved. You wanted to watch the Doctor, to follow him around the room and see what he was doing, but there was a bigger, stronger part of you that felt like it had zero energy. The stronger part of you was uninterested with it, couldn’t be bothered to care.

It was a feeling you weren’t unfamiliar with, but it was strange that you... couldn’t cover it up now.

Off to the other side of the room was a table cluttered with a bunch of stuff. Syringes, vials of liquids, bottles of medications. Someone had been planning this. Or something of the sorts.

The Doctor read through the labels on the medications quickly, studied the vials and thought hard about what could possibly going through your system.

Right of the bat, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The medications were universal. Not belonging to one single place, but instead reaching far across the universe. Some even reaching as far as the earth you were from. Most were familiar, the Doctor had seen them before. Know what they were for, knew symptoms of taking them.

The vials however, were like nothing the Doctor had seen. Not in this galaxy, nor the next. Some blend of... everything. But he couldn’t know what until he was back at the TARDIS. The TARDIS would be able to break these down, but just looking at them, he couldn’t be sure.

And trying them himself was out of the question. Not when he could see something on this table had changed his companion so drastically.

He needed to get you to safety. Whoever had taken you could be back any moment. And that really wasn’t something he wanted to deal with right now. Not when he was sure if whoever had taken his companion showed their face, he probably wouldn’t be able to stop himself from killing them for touching his companion.

The Doctor swiped all the vials and medication bottles towards himself, shoving them in his jacket pockets two at a time. They clinked against each other, but he was quite sure nothing would break. It wasn’t measly earth glass; these bottles were designed to be able to withstand spaceships launching and coming in and out of orbit, as well as beings with intense strength.

With everything hidden away in his pockets, he moved towards you. Kneeling in front of you and drawing your hazy attention in by cupping your cheeks and directing your attention onto him.

“Can you move?”

“I’m so tired,” you whispered, eyelids drooping and head slipping forwards. The Doctor’s hands slipped a bit down your cheeks to hold you more securely by the sides of your jaw instead of your cheeks. “I can move.”

“I’m sorry this has happened,” the Doctor murmured softly, slowly pulling you to your feet, “I’m so, so sorry, (Y/N).” The Doctor wrapped his arm around your shoulders to secure you, and his other hand came over to grab your arm that was pressing against him to help balance you even more.

“It’s not your fault,” you answered him, pressing into his side in exhaustion. You’d barely taken two steps, but you couldn’t seem to manage to pull yourself out of this state like you were usually capable of.

“I should’ve been paying closer attention,” the Doctor snarled, more to himself than to you. “I shouldn’t’ve allowed them to take you. I should’ve... Do you remember anything?”

“They... put their hand over my mouth. Dragged me away from you. I couldn’t breathe,” you recalled honestly, “then they... brought me to that room... tied me up.”

“Good, very good, (Y/N),” the Doctor praised softly, “anything else?”

“They filled a syringe with... something, and injected it in my neck. It burned.”

“I’m so sorry,” the Doctor repeated, mentally kicking himself for allowing that to happen to you. “Do you remember which vial they filled the syringe with?”

“Orange,” you blurted. You’d never usually tell the Doctor everything as openly as you just had. You didn’t want him to be worried about you, not when there were so many other things for him to take into consideration. “It was the orange one.”

“Good,” the Doctor breathed, “you’re a brilliantly clever girl, (Y/N). I don’t know what they’ve done to you, but I will figure it out. I promise you.”

It took a while, but the Doctor was able to lead you out of the building. He saw no signs of anyone else in the building, which only added more questions to the already growing list. There were so many unknowns about this.

But he was going to get to the bottom of this, and he was going to cure you if it was the last thing he did.

When the two of you reached the TARDIS, the first things the Doctor did was settled you on the seat in the console room. He wished that there were seatbelts, but, well, seatbelts were pretty useless when the two of you were usually standing.

He wanted to get you up and away from this planet before he got into figuring out what they’d done to you. He needed you to be somewhere safe, where he wasn't afraid someone would burst through the doors and threaten to take you away.

He needed the two of you to be somewhere safe, so he could focus wholeheartedly on returning you to your usual self. He needed to focus, and he couldn’t very well do that when the two of you were still on that dreadful planet.

The Doctor managed to stabilize the TARDIS in orbit, safe up in space where nothing could get to you unless they’d placed some sort of tracker and could fly a ship incredibly well, which, going off the equipment he’d seen on the planet, was highly unlikely.

When the Doctor turned to you, he was surprised to see you still seated on the chair. You hadn’t... cheered up at all, but you were still sitting straight up, which was a win in the Doctor’s books. As bad as it sounded, in the state you were in, he’d expected you to hit the floor on the relatively swerve-y parts of the flight.

“Are you holding up?” the Doctor asked from across the room, glancing back at you as he unloaded his pockets. Dropping bottle after bottle on a table off to the side of the room.

“’suppose so,” you mumbled, not bothering to draw your attention up towards him.

The Doctor really didn’t know what to think about this situation. You seemed fine. You were answering questions perfectly well. You were conscious and responsive. When prompted you spoke, but you were still tired and woozy, and the Doctor wouldn’t trust you on your own feet at this point.

They’d done something to you, but it was so weird and like nothing he’d ever seen before.

The man got to work right after checking in on you. The TARDIS, much like K9, could analyze samples of things. Could break down the components and list off everything.

The TARDIS was able to delve deeper into things. Possible outcomes and symptoms of each component after being administered to a person, names of concoctions people had developed, how things varied between humans and other life forms the Doctor and the TARDIS had come across in their travels.

Basically, his TARDIS was a genius, and the Doctor loved her very much. Like Doctor, like TARDIS.

The Doctor located the orange vial first, as his companion had mentioned it, and only it.

It was viscous, much like cough syrup down on earth. That would’ve been why it burned entering (Y/N)’s blood stream. It was thick, unlike the blood circulating her systems. Only an idiot would inject something thick like that into someone’s body.

The Doctor dipped his finger into the syrup, then smelt it hesitantly. It didn’t smell. Maybe it had a bit of a sweet twinge to it, but overall, it was odorless.

The man dabbed the finger he’d dipped in the vial onto the sensor the TARDIS offered, and then the TARDIS was calculating. It could take anywhere from a few second to ten minutes, so the man stepped back to read through everything else he’d swiped off the table in more depth.

Nothing more could be solved by reading alone. Everything that was labelled he knew of, and none of it would do anything like was being done to his companion. And the vials were all homemade. None had labels. None lists ingredients. He’d need to run them all through the TARDIS to know what they were.

“I don’t understand,” the Doctor sighed from where he was leaning against the wall by the TARDIS screen. He’d been watching you since he grew bored of finding nothing on any of the bottles a few minutes prior. “This doesn’t make sense; I don’t know how to help you.”

“You can’t,” you responded emotionlessly.

“I can,” the Doctor promised, “I just don’t know how... the TARDIS will give me what I need to know, and then I can help you. I will help you.”

“You can’t,” you repeated, almost pleading with the Doctor.

The man didn’t bother trying to refute you this time, instead just turned his head away from you to stare off to the other side of the room. He couldn’t understand why you were so adamant that he couldn’t help you—not when he believed he could. He knew he could help you. Whatever had happened, he was going to fix it.

It was three minutes later that the results popped up on the TARDIS screen. The Doctor threw himself at the console, leaning into it and almost nose to nose with the screen as his eyes swept over the information.

There was a lot of components to whatever the orange vial was. Five prominent, ten background and three fillers. Some of the components were medications off the table, other unknown, and a few, the Doctor was sure were the contents of the other vials.

But the most prominent component...

“It’s a truth serum,” the Doctor breathed, blinking at the screen before slowly looking towards you. “But it can’t be...”

The longer the Doctor looked at the list of ingredients, the more he saw truth serum. Everything in that list had something related to truth serum. Maybe not directly, but underlying at least. It wasn’t just truth serum you’d been given; it was incredibly strong truth serum.

No place sold truth serum. It was almost taboo to make, outlawed across a solid percent of the universe. People were incredibly frightened at the thought of losing their will to keep secrets. The Doctor had only come across truth serums a handful of times in his long life.

But looking at you, he couldn’t see truth serum. Maybe when you gave a response to questions he asked he could, but just looking at you, it looked as if they’d kept you awake for days, worn you down over time—but you’d only been gone for a half an hour tops before he’d found you. You looked tired, and sad, and the Doctor wasn’t sure where to go from here.

“A truth serum wouldn't... something’s not right. You’re not the same... there’s something more than a truth serum-- (Y/N), it doesn’t... it doesn't make sense.” The Doctor drew a hand through his hair, pulling it up and making it stand up at odd angles.

He didn’t know what to say, and that was rare. He always had something to say—not always appropriate for the situation at hand, and sometimes even rude, but here and now, he didn’t what to say. He didn’t know how to help you.

The two of you were silent for a while, the Doctor lost deep in thought, trying and failing to come up with any way to help you. To bring back his companion. He was going over formulas in his head, giving every single medication, or chemical on the table his complete attention.

And he didn’t look up until you spoke, voice soft and uncertain. You hadn’t spoken unless being prompted first since he’d found you, so the Doctor’s attention instantly fell on you.

“Sometimes I think I was born with a leak,” you whispered just loud enough for the Doctor to hear. You were bearing your heart to him, and you really weren’t sure if it was the truth serum or your own free will at this point, “I think any goodness I started with just... slowly leaked out of me and it’s all gone now.”

“No, you can’t say that,” the Doctor pleaded, standing and moving towards you swiftly, “you’re brilliant. You’re so good. You’re one of the best beings I’ve ever come to know-”

“I’ll never get it back in me.” You spoke over the Doctor without meaning too. You barely heard a word he said, too lost in your own head, “no matter how hard I try, I’ll never get it back. It’s all gone.”

“It’s not,” the Doctor promised, taking your hands into his own and squeezing them. He wasn’t sure if that was to comfort you, or himself. This was breaking his heart. “You’re alright, I’ll... we can fix it. We can get it back. You’re very good, we can... we’ll find you some good—you're good for me.”

“I was broken long before I met you,” you mumbled, sounding tired, “you can’t fix it.”

“But you’re... you’re so happy, and you’re cheerful. You’re always smiling, I love that smile. I don’t understand, (Y/N). Really, I don’t. You’re... you’ve never been broken before. You’ve never been not good--”

“I fake it,” you admit, “it’s a charade. I pretend. I pretend for you.”

“You... you pretend?”

“Not always,” you shook you head with a frown, “but a lot of the time. I want to be the companion you need. I’m not that companion, so I pretend to be.”

The Doctor didn’t know how to feel. Deep down he related to it. To what his companion was putting into words. He really did. And that’s something he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy.

Since losing his whole planet and being angry at the universe, and himself, he knew exactly what she was talking about. The despair, and the heartbreak, and the feeling that nothing would ever be right. The anger and the conscious effort he needed to make the right choice, to not fall into a pit of... emotions.

It was a bit better now that he’d had a couple hundred years to stew on it, but when he was younger, he wasn’t who he is today. He never had something to drag him out of it. To talk him away from whatever it was he’d done.

Losing Gallifrey had sucked that good out of him.

But he’d been getting it back. With the help of his companions. From Rose, and Martha, and Donna, and now (Y/N), who’d been nothing but the angel on his shoulder guiding him along. She was the good in him. She brought it out in him, reminded him of who he was now.

There were still times when he found himself resorting back to who he had been, but then he looks over and he sees her face—her smile and he always makes the right choice for her sake.

It broke his heart that she was going through this too. That she felt like she did, even when he knew it wasn’t true. He’d never met a kinder, gooder, companion in all his years, and he hated that she couldn’t see it.

The Doctor reached up to rub at his own eyes, only to find wetness. He was crying. He tried not to make a habit of crying in front of his companions, but he really couldn’t help himself.

He’d never been so sad over something one of his companions had said. He’d never thought one of his companions could be as troubled as he is. And that he hadn’t even known.

(Y/N) had hidden this-- had covered it with a smile and he’d been none the wiser. She’d been suffering and he hadn’t even noticed. He felt like a terrible person. He thought he knew his companions well, but he clearly didn’t.

“You’re a great person, (Y/N),” the Doctor sniffled, drawing in your attention. “I don’t think I’ve ever found a companion as good as you, and I probably never will.”

You looked up from your lap, frowning hard as you studied the Doctor. You were starting to come out the truth serum, you thought, so your energy was returning. You still couldn’t manage to put on your façade of okay-ness, but you could at least sit up and speak without needing to be prompted. The Doctor had tears rolling down his cheeks, attention focused on you.

“You’re crying,” you mumbled in surprise. You’d never really seen the Doctor cry, so it was quite a shock.

“I am,” the Doctor agreed with a sad laugh, “the truth serum they gave you was so strong you can’t be bothered to put up a front. Your body refused to fake being happy because it was a lie, and it’s taken this for me to see that you’re suffering.”

You didn’t know what to say as the Doctor wiped his face with his hands. He pushed a hand up his face, only to run it back through his hair again. He sighed heavily before giving you a tiny, still saddened smile, “I think I’ve been rubbing off on you. You’re far too much like me... But for your sake, I hope we’re never the same. You’re so much better than I am, (Y/N). You’re so, so good.”

“I’m not,” you whispered.

“But you are,” the Doctor assure, reaching up to place his hands on your cheeks again, “I promise you are. And I’ll help you find that good. You might not feel like you’ve got any goodness left, but you really, really do. I see it every time I look at you. Every time I see that smile of yours—the real one, not the pretend one.”

You managed a small, real smile, nuzzling into the Doctor’s hands. You lifted your own hands to wipe away the tear tracks on his cheeks before pulling him into you by wrapping your arms around his neck. He was quick to let go of your face and return the embrace, setting his cheek on the top of your head as you nuzzled into his chest.

“You promise, huh?”

“I do. You’re my companion, and I’ll always take care of you until the day you decide you no longer want to stay with me. Maybe you can’t see the good I see, but you will someday, and I’ll be here with you until then, alright?”

“Of course, Doctor.”

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When reading the prompt I thought about reader being depressed, but hiding the fact from the Doctor right off the bat, not sure if that was what you were going for, and if not, feel free to prompt me again with more details to help me understand what you’re looking for :)

Once again, thanks for the prompt, and anyone reading, feel free to leave one of your own you want me to write! All appreciated!

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satellite-blossom · 3 years

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New ref dropped !

After only one year here I go redesigning Léa once more ! Well, more like change their outfits and twitch a few things. Léa are my first Sonic OC and the main character of my paracosm. They did start as a shameless self-insert but it has... Changed ? At least to me.

Despite the two different pictures both are the same Léa, just in different dimensions. Léa are quite the dimension traveler.

If you want to know more about them then stick around !

To sum things up :

Léa were born on a version of Earth very similar to ours except paranormal events, organizations and characters exist, hidden from the public eye. But one day Léa appeared on a version of Mobius without knowing why. Soon they were found by Hope/Purple the Criostaine (OC part of a custom specie) who explained to them why they where here, and what was their role on Mobius. Apparitions of Earthlings were apparently heavily codified, as well a documented by the Criostaines. Léa learned they were there because of their strong soul and will to escape from their life on Earth, and having a Charm soul type their role was to find the other Earthlings of their apparition wave to help them.

Léa’s Charm type cause them to involuntary attract everyone's sympathy to love, but it does not work on other Earthlings. The love people vow Léa will grow stronger the more they stay with them ; the only way for Léa to break this love being to commit a heart-breaking action during a soul type switch.

Earthlings’ appearance on Mobius depend of their wishes and wills. Thus Léa have the appearance of their main Sonic OC on Mobius, which led to them having design changes, notably when they realized they were agender.

All Earthlings on Mobius can materialize their soul under the form of a Wish Gem. Léa's one is pink and is seen at the top of their staff/scythe. Materializing it allows them to use the power of their soul to the max, and even unlock a stronger form which they call their "Magical Enby" form as to them it is reminiscent of a Magical Girl transformation.

Léa go by "Léa Acorn" on Mobius as they were adopted by Sally Acorn. They also were adopted by Shadow the hedgehog, yet he wasn't dating Sally ; they used some legal loopholes to do so as Léa couldn't pick between the two.

Léa’s version of Mobius is not the one of the games ; rather it is a mix of different Sonic medias with some additional originalities sprinkled in.

Léa can also travel to (my version of) Exe’s dimension but it has nothing to do with what forces brought them to Mobius. They happened to sign a contract with Exe at some point in their life, which is how they became able to jump in and out of his world so easily as Exe is unable to take their soul. There they have a body which Exe created for them. Oh and they are dating.

... This is the kind of insane ramblings I usually keep on DeviantArt, but since Tumblr has a nice interface and like... More casual feel than other platforms (kinda like DeviantArt) I thought that maybe there could be a place for my paracosm-induced ramblings there...? I’m sorry for the wall of text and just, nonsensical story.

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zensjagi · 4 years

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parting is such sweet sorrow

Written for @justagirlinafandomworld ‘s time travel challenge!!!

i’ve been rewatching doctor who lately so this is set late season 6, somewhere between episodes 13 and 14 in an AU where the reader (from our time) travelled with the doctor for a bit. for anyone who needs their memory jogged, the doctor thinks he’s about to die at lake silencio and only has a little while left before he has to go there.

Prompt: “Before I go, I just want you to know that I do love you. You were/are my everything.”

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angstttt

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He only had a few hours left, and there was only one thing he could even conceive of doing; one last loose thread to knot. And so, at 8 pm on a Tuesday, he turned up on her doorstep.

The windows were dark, but the porch light was still on. The Doctor swallowed the lump in his throat, raising a closed fist to the wooden door. He stood perfectly still, knuckles a hairsbreadth from the peeling, painted wood, but with every second that ticked by, he came no closer to knocking.

He could hear her crying.

Was it worth it, to ease her pain for a mere moment, only to magnify it the moment he left? Just so that he could see her, one last time? Was he really so selfish?

The Doctor took a shaky breath, eyes falling closed.

He knocked.

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You didn’t bother turning on the lights, but you left the porch light on and the front door unlocked, just in case. Not that he’d need it; not that a dark porch or locked door ever stopped him. But a small part of you could only hope that it would be invitation enough for him to come back; that if you acted like he’d return, then somehow, he’d walk right through your front door, face alight with a cheeky grin as he fixed his bow tie and rambled on of otherworldly beauties. As if any marvel could hold so much as a candle to him; the mad man with a box, a heart of gold, and a sonic screwdriver.

But your porch remained empty, and you sank numbly into the couch. He was gone. He wasn’t coming back; he’d… left.

“It’s too dangerous, Y/N. If not now, then when? When is the right time to say goodbye? When I’m standing over your broken body?”

You could still feel his harsh gaze clinging to you, the hardness of his voice as it lodged sharply into your chest. The warmth of his last hug, the flicker of softness in his eyes, and then… the cold emptiness that he left behind.

Clutching a pillow to your chest, you rattled a loose breath that broke into a sob, that turned into another, and suddenly, the despair caught up with you. Your chest hurt with every wretched cry, and you couldn’t breathe through the sheer hurt of it. Of the loneliness. Of the loss.

He really was gone, wasn’t he? And you’d never even told him that…

There was a knock at the door.

“Hellooo? Anyone home?” The voice was tight, lacking its usual flair, but its owner was unmistakable.

With tears still drying on your cheeks and a spark of hope blooming in your chest, you hurtled upright, tripping over your own feet in your rush to the door. It swung open before you could reach the doorknob, and you stopped in your tracks.

He stood there like one of Michelangelo’s angels, a portrait of silhouetted, elegant solemnity, haloed by the warm yellow porchlight. The Doctor’s eyes met yours, the corners of them crinkling as his gaze softened in something almost reminiscent of pity.

“It’s—it’s you?” Your voice came as a gasp so quiet it was almost lost in the space between you, but he still heard it. He always heard you.

“It’s me,” he confirmed, a sad smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Can I come in?” His hand was still resting tentatively on the doorknob, and there was a solemness in his eyes that you weren’t sure you’d ever seen before.

“You—you just left,” you said, avoiding his question. “Like, an hour ago. Why—why are you here?”

The Doctor paused, gaze flicking to the floor. “That was… a while ago, for me,” he admitted, voice soft and captured by the whisper of the evening air. “I came because… I have something I need to do. And… I needed to say goodbye.”

“A while? How long? What do you need to do? Doctor, what are you talking about?” Your heart pounded—his seriousness was making you nervous, the exhausted energy that radiated off him draining and perturbing.

“A while…” He chuckled. “Well, I guess my while is a fair bit different to yours, eh? You’re only human… you all shine so brightly, but only for a short while. I… I’m very old, Y/N.” He avoided your eyes, and something in his voice broke you.

“Doctor… come inside. Let’s talk, yeah?”

“Talk…” A tiny smile crossed his face. “Yes, let’s talk. I always did enjoy our talks. I’ve missed them.”

You smiled back, albeit uncertainly. “Yeah, me too. I’m gonna put some tea on… sit down, okay?” You waited for him to take a seat before heading to the kitchen, mind heavy with rumination. He seemed… vulnerable, in a way you’d never seen him before. Like his mind was worlds away, lost in a time both so long ago and so far in the future.

The kettle squealed, and you jumped.

Hands weighed with two steaming mugs, you walked back to the living room, half expecting him to be gone when you arrived. However, there he sat, still as a statue, just as you had left him.

“Here.” Your voice was gentle, but it still pulled his eyes up quicker than lightning. You handed him his tea, sat down next to him, and waited.

The two of you sat in silence for a long while; you finished your tea, while the Doctor’s full mug grew cold in his hands.

“Thank you,” he said suddenly.

You blinked, observing him questioningly.

“For the tea,” he clarified. “Very nice. You always did make good tea…”

“Doctor… you’re scaring me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Scaring you? Oh. I didn’t... my head? Oh, sweet Y/N, that isn’t a place you want to visit.” He chuckled darkly.

Slowly, you rested your hand over his. Despite the lingering warmth of the mug, his fingers were cold. You squeezed his hand gently, and the Doctor stared at your skin on his, soft and warm, like a comforting memory that only rears its head in your darkest moments.

“Why are you here?” you asked again.

The Doctor closed his eyes. “To say goodbye.”

“Goodbye? To... me? Did something happen?”

The Doctor shook his head. “Not yet. But it will. But then, I suppose it already has. Not to you. Well, not yet. We all die one day, after all, don’t we?”

“Doctor. What are you talking about?”

“Nothing... nothing for you to worry about. It’s been, and it will be. Tell me... what year is it? What year did I leave you in?”

“It’s 2020,” you said.

The Doctor winced. “Oh. Sorry. Of all the years to leave you...”

“Hey, it’s interesting to be in a historical event in my own timeline for a change,” you replied, and he chuckled again; a genuine one, this time.

“Oh, Y/N. You always have been the optimist, haven’t you?”

“So have you.” You squeezed his hand, and he set his mug on the table with his free hand, squeezing your fingers back.

“Thank you,” he murmured. The Doctor’s eyes finally met yours, and his eyes were damp. “I didn’t want to leave you, you know. I... I never want to leave you. That’s exactly why I had to.”

“Doctor...”

He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing the palms of his hands over them before inhaling deeply and smiling. “Well, this has been nice, hasn’t it? I should head off; places to be, things to do, you know?”

The Timelord leapt to his feet, suddenly brimming with forced energy, and you followed his hasty path to the front door.

“Doctor, you can’t just—you can’t just leave like that, not again. Not without at least telling me what’s going on. It’s not fair.”

His smile wavered. “I... I know. But I’m selfish; I should never have come here in the first place, I just... I just needed to see you.”

“Why me?” you asked softly. “Why not... why not Amy? Or- or even Rose, or Martha, or Donna? Why come here?”

The Doctor closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I can’t...”

You touched his arm, and his eyes bore into yours.

“You’re different, Y/N. You always have been; you know that. Sweet, sweet Y/N, with the warmest human heart of all. You only have one heart, but you care far more for others than my two hearts ever could.”

“That’s not true,” you protested, and the Doctor smiled, placing a gentle finger over your lips.

“It is. I’m old, Y/N. I’m an old, selfish man. I’m not a hero. I’m not...” He swallowed, and shook his head for the umpteenth time.

“Doctor. Why did you come to see me?” you asked, one last time. “What’s made you so down and reflective?”

“Who doesn’t want to spend their last hours with the person they love?” the Doctor finally murmured, and your heart all but stopped.

“Last hours? What are you talking about? Wait—love?”

The Doctor smiled, resting his hand on your cheek. “Everything has it’s time, Y/N. Even me.” And suddenly, his arms were around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

He was warm, and smelled just as he always did; faintly of leather, of old books and untold stories. You buried your face into the shoulder of his tweed jacket, the fabric softer than it looked on your still-tearstained cheeks. A pair of lips settled against your hair, and moved to your forehead when the Doctor inevitably withdrew; he never was one for lengthy hugs.

His lips left your skin, but your chest was still flush against his, your eyes finding his own as your white knuckled fists grasped the back of his coat.

“I love you, you know,” you whispered. “And I know that you’re doing to be okay. You’re going to work this out; everything is going to be fine. You’re the Doctor. You always save the day.”

“Not always.” His voice was brittle, on the verge of breaking.

“Well, you always saved me. Every day; not just when we got ourselves into trouble. Every day after meeting you... I wanted to wake up in the morning. You showed me the whole universe; different planets, different times... but none of that would have mattered if it wasn’t you I was with. You showed me how to be myself, Doctor; how to find my spark again. You saved me.”

The Doctor smiled, his hand cupping your cheek. “Oh, Y/N... I didn’t save you. You did that all by yourself. I was just the taxi.”

You shook your head vehemently. “Doctor...”

“Y/N,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing gently over your cheekbone, the corner of your mouth, your lower lip... You could feel his warm breath on your nose, feel those piercing eyes as they sought yours, and slowly, tentatively, finally...

He kissed you.

Your mind froze, but as he moved to pull away you finally melted into him, grabbing his lapels and tugging him back as your mouth sealed over his. The Doctor’s hands were on your waist, your cheek, his lips soft and insistent as he held you tightly to his chest. You sighed into his caress, and even when he pulled away, he couldn’t help but place a few soft, lingering pecks to your swollen lips.

“I should leave,” he whispered, his eyes closed and forehead pressed against yours. “I’m sorry.”

“Doctor, please...”

“I’m sorry. But, before I go... I just want you to know that I do love you. You were my everything. The last star in a lonely man’s empty universe. Thank you, Y/N. Promise me you’ll take care.” His voice was barely audible, his breathing unsteady as he cupped your face in both hands.

You nodded, pushing on tip-toe to place one last kiss to his lips. “Promise. You too, okay? Please, Doctor. Please stay safe. Find a way.”

The Doctor smiled sadly, but didn’t reply. “Goodbye, my sweet Y/N,” he breathed eventually. “I know you’ll have the most beautiful life. Enjoy it.”

Before you could reply, he turned and left, leaving nothing but a swinging door behind him. You watched him walk around the corner without looking back, standing in the empty doorway with your hand over the light switch. In the distance, you heard the wheeze of the TARDIS engine slowly fade into a dying breeze.

The porch light flickered, and finally went dark.

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rwbyvein · 3 years

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 711: The Hart of the Oak: Part III/III

Ironwood walked into the lab and loomed over Doctor Pollendina's desk. "Tell me, Pietro, how are the new Knights coming along."

"We've figured out what not to do." Pietro said to him with a smile, but Ironwood's espressionless face looked back at him.

"Elaborate." Ironwood said to him.

"Oh, yes, well," Pietro stated, "we figured it would be hugely ineffective to give each and every one a complete, high degree of independence, so we've designed them to coodinate with a hierarchy. Considering they are Knights, we've decided to call them Sergeants and Captains. Or Maybe Baronettes and Barons."

"That is," Ironwood stated, and paused, "appropriate. And what of the other project?"

"She obviously won't be the same." Pietro stated.

"Improvements?" Ironwood asked.

"We'll obviously be learning from our mistakes before," Pietro said, "but no, that's not what I meant. She'll likely have the same memories as before, but she won't be the same. That's not the way Aura works."

"I expect you've learned at lot more about Aura?" Ironwood asked.

"Oh, indeed." Pietro stated. "Every living thing has an Aura."

"Even animals?" Ironwood asked.

"Animals, plants, insects." Pietro stated, "What's different with Humans, and Huntsmen in particular, is the EXPRESSION of the Aura."

"So?" Ironwood asked, "How does this apply to the Knights?"

"We have to get them to express their Aura." Pietro stated, and Ironwood gave him a confused look. "Like Humans do." Pietro then spun his chair around. "That's why it worked with PENNY."

"So?," Ironwood asked, "you've unlocked the mystery?"

"We never knew why PENNY was the one to express her Aura, but that's because we were looking for a technical solution." With this Ironwood's face fell.

"I don't like where this is headed." Ironwood stated, "Let me guess, the reason PENNY developed Aura is because?.."

"She was my daughter." Pietro said with a smile that quickly turned into a sad frown.

"If we have to raise them as children to get them to use Aura?," Ironwood asked, "what does this mean for the Knights?"

"Well, we're not certain." Pietro stated, and turned back towards his computer. "Our current hypothesis is that the Human interaction is the important part, whatever it's nature." He then turned back to Ironwood, "Though, obviously only positive ones. Knights that fight alongside Huntsmen will be the most likely to fully develop their Aura."

"So?," Ironwood asked and sighed, "we can't mass produce them?"

"But we can produce them." Pietro stated, and a weak smile appeared on Ironwood's face. "But also, because of their dependence on their Sergeants and Captains, they will likely share in their experience.

* * *

The crisp, white Atlasian uniforms stood in stark contrast to the grime and murk of the Atlasian sewers. The leader had his scroll open with the schematics of the sewers overlayed with the schematics of Belcrest Tower, the iconic home of 'Bluebonnet' Belamy's business empire. They used sonic scanners powered by Wind Dust to probe the walls, seeing the echos of unknown hollows. Despite their discovery, they continued out, sweeping the entirety of the sewers. They climbed the ladder out of the sewer to the streets above them. The leader picked up his radio to send a message. "Uniform One-Fife to Zero."

"Zero." the radio replied, "Go ahead Uniform One-Fife."

"Uniform One-Fire. Sweep complete. Area clear. Persons of Interest not found."

"Zero. Roger that Uniform One-Fire. Cleared to return to base."

"Uniform One-Fife Out." he stated, and put away the handset for the radio.

* * *

Jaune and Yang walked into the ground floor of the turret. They stepped around the table to let the others come in. "This is where y'all be stayin'." Yang said to them. "Ilia took the third floor, which leaves two and four. Oh, wait, what did Weiss' sis take?" Yang then picked up her scroll and rang.

"And Taj," Jaune stated, "is on the second."

"Yang?" Weiss asked from the other end, "How can I help you?"

"Just love hearing your beautiful voice, Linnet." Yang said, and then dropped her hand. Everyone was looking at her curiously. "Giving her a chance to coyly blush. Good God, she's good at that." Yang then brought the scroll to her mouth. "Tell me, sweet thing, where did your sis setup camp?"

"If you're asking where she will be sleeping, she chose the second floor of the turret. She found it efficient."

"Thank you, sweet thing." Yang said, and made an audible kissing noise. "So, looks like Weiss' sis setup on the second floor, which leaves the fourth for you. I'd show you around, but, it's a tower. Feel free to explore it yourself. Just, you know, play nice."

"We will be on our best behaviour." Cinder said with a wicked grin.

* * *

CEM walked through the third floor. Emerald's eyes quickly caught sight of all of the possessions.

"You just can't help yourself, can you." Mercury said to her, and Emerald turned to glare at him. "You steal one thing, and everything we built up here."

"You just have to talk down to me, don't you?!" Emerald asked.

"I hate to do this, Emerald, but he's right." Cinder said to her.

"What are you saying?!" a hurt Emerald asked. "I thought you?.."

"I did recruit you, afterall." Cinder said to her, "Your ability to pickpocket is good, but you really have to do something about your desire to casually steal from people." CEM made it to the fourth floor, and looked at the four beds and the open floor plan, "And I suppose this is where we will be staying." she said, trying her best sound enthusiastic. She then sat on one of the beds. Mecury walked across from then and flopped on another. "You need to realize, Emerald, that you're not a starving orphan, anymore. And Mercury, you could be more understanding of the instincts that have helped her to survive all these years."

"I... yeah... I guess..." Mercury voiced. He then sat up, "Look, sorry. I mean, nothing personal, right? I don't want us to start group hugging, or something, but you guys are kind of like family. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You could just mug some drug lords and live like a king." Emerald said.

"I could." Mercury replied, and flopped back on the bed, "Doesn't mean I want to. I mean, you've got to have something to live for, right?" He then sat up with a start. "That fucking twat is rubbing off on me. What the fuck?"

"If you try to hug me, I'm punching you." Emerald stated.

"With good reason." Mercury voiced.

* * *

"So," Pietro continued, "Knights who follow their Sergeant and Captains will gain a portion of their abilities, and over time they will learn to work together."

"Do you need two levels?" Ironwood asked.

"Yes and no." Pietro stated, "Sergeant are required. Captains can be substituted for Humans, preferably Huntsmen."

"We have some glimmer of hope." Ironwood stated, and turned to walk away, hands clasped behind his back.

"We always did." Pietro replied.

* * *

RWB + NR + I + A looked proudly at the multi-layered cake they had produced.

"Well," Weiss said, "we managed to produce a wonderful cake."

"Thanks to Ren and Aurora." Blake added.

"Well, yes..." Weiss voiced, "But the important thing is Jaune does not have to fear not getting cake for his birthday."

* * *

The Human forms moved silently through the forest when they felt a presence, as if the woods themselves were watching them. A great, terrifying voice bellowed out, "You come through my woods. Not only do you not have my permission, or that of my Earl, you come with evil in your hearts for him!"

* * *

Neo sat in the co-pilot seat of the airship as a message appeared on her scroll. Something about a black deer attacking them. She messaged them a few times, but got no reply. She confirmed that they were received. So, the deer was in the woods. It was impressive that he could take out half a dozen mercenaries so easily, but without him in the tower, things would be a lot easier.

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #pollinated knight

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riversofmars · 4 years

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Okay.... okay..... what about 13 going the fuck off! Like finally getting to fully loose her goddamn temper, the oncoming storm and all that shit and River be watching her full on heart eyes mother fucker 😍😍 and then calming her back down in the tardis???????

Thank you anon! I loved writing this, I’m in a dark!13 mood anyway to this was brilliant, hope you like it!

Out of Control

Word count: 2100

Rating: T

Ship: River/Thirteen

River slowly woke up, her muscles ached, she was disoriented. She still felt the effects of the numbing agent in her system. She groaned and slowly tried opening her eyes, the light was blinding her. There were voices but she just couldn’t tune into what they were saying just yet. She tried to push herself up and realised her hands were cuffed. Clearly someone believed handcuffs were needed even as she was unconscious… they knew her well. So whoever had kidnapped her knew who they were dealing with. She searched her mind for the last thing she remembered. Luna university… grading papers…

“I don’t know who you think you are but you better run along, this is none of your concern.“ River knew that voice, the realisation hit her. Her eyes finally adjusted to the light and she was able to make out the shape of Madame Kovarian. She was sure it was her, even if her back was turned to her. Even after all this time… she should have known she wasn’t quite rid off her. Just because she had died in the aborted timeline, didn’t mean she wasn’t still out there somewhere hatching another plan. A plan that was always going to involve River, her perfect weapon…

“You have no idea, do you? Well that’s just perfect.“ River spotted another person who was just approaching them. She couldn’t quite make them out as Madame Kovarian was standing in the way, but it was a female voice that River didn’t recognise. “I suggest you run while you still have the chance.“

“Out of our way.“ Madame Kovarian said, the woman was clearly interfering with whatever they were doing here. River had a look around. They were on the surface of a planet and a barren one at that. Rocks and blazing sun, that was about it. What could they possibly be doing here? There were a couple of guards with them and a shuttle was parked quite close by.

“Oh no, Madame Kovarian, out of my way.“ The woman said and there was a tense moment of silence.

“How do you…“ Madame Kovarian sounded genuinely confused and so was River, who was this person? Feeling a little bit more awake, River pushed herself up to get better look at what was going on. She peered past Madame Kovarian to the mystery woman that was facing her down. A petite blonde with very little sense of style. She had to be sweltering in this heat with her long coat on. There was something about her though, a certain twinkle in her eyes and a steely determination. It sent a jolt through River as the woman noticed her sitting up and they locked eyes. There were three more people who were keeping their distance, two men and a woman, who looked rather confused themselves.

“I really think you ought to let Professor Song go now, before I make you. This is the last time you try to take advantage of her.“ The blonde returned her attention to Madame Kovarian while River grew even more unsettled. How did she know who she was?

“Ah sleeping beauty is awake, we haven’t got time for this.“ Madame Kovarian looked back to see River awake and she gave her a gleeful smile. Then she looked back at the other woman and gave her soldiers a signal. “Kill her.“

“I really wouldn’t if I were you.“ The young woman replied as she pulled a device out of her pocket and directed it at the guards that had raised their rifles. Their weapons jammed.

“Who…“ Madame Kovarian seemed genuinely thrown by how events were unfolding. River, however, felt her breath catch. That was a sonic screwdriver, was it not? She looked around and that’s when she spotted the tip of something blue just peeking out from behind a dune. Why, hello, Sweetie!

“How are you going to kill the Doctor if you don’t even recognise them?“ The Doctor titled her head slightly amused.

“You can’t be.“ Madame Kovarian shot back in disbelief.

“I am. And I suggest you step away from my wife and run. Very. Very. Very far away.“ The Doctor took another step towards them. She gave River a wink who still couldn’t quite believe it. That was a rather unexpected turn of events but certainly a delightful one. Being a woman certainly suited her husband.

“This is a trick.“ Madame Kovarian insisted.

“Final warning.“ The Doctor twirled her screwdriver in her hand. “Step away from her.“ She focused her steely gaze on the woman that was responsible for for much pain, so much suffering. The Doctor hadn’t forgiven her, even after all this time, what she had done to her beloved Ponds.

“Or what, Doctor? If you actually are who you say you are, thank you for coming out to play and making this easier for everyone involved.“ Madame Kovarian seemed to be frantically working on a way of turning the Doctor’s premature appearance into an advantage.

“I was actually hoping I would meet you again some day.“ The Doctor said.

“Is that so?“

“Yes.“ She nodded pushing her hands into her pockets. “I hate leaving unfinished business.“

“So what are you going to do, Doctor? Kill me?“ Madame Kovarian chuckled and looked around. The Doctor appeared unarmed and her companions, who didn’t exactly look threatening, were keeping their distance.

“You have no idea how tempting it is. After everything you’ve done to her. I would enjoy it but you're not worth the effort.“ The Doctor stepped right up to her now, her voice was low and threatening. And then she pushed right past her, knocking her shoulder into hers, forcing her way through. “Now get out of my way.“ The Doctor focused her attention on River as she knelt down and reached out to undo her cuffs.

“Hello, Sweetie…“ She smiled but River didn’t have time to properly respond as her attention snapped back to Madame Kovarian.

“Doctor, behind you!“

The Doctor turned around just in time to see Madame Kovarian lunging for her with a knife. In this new body, the Doctor was quite quick. She ducked the knife and slammed herself into her attacker at waist height. Her momentum worked in her favour and Madame Kovarian slammed to the ground. The Doctor was on top of her in an instant and knocked the knife from her hand. She grabbed it for herself and pressed it to her attacker’s throat forcing her to stop struggling.

“Was it worth it?“ The Doctor bellowed at her, the adrenaline rushing through her veins, her emotions heightened. “All the effort, the time that went into it. River’s life? Amy’s pain? It was all for nothing. I held my silence. The timelords didn’t return. In fact, they’re wiped out for good. But none of it thanks to you, all the pain you’ve caused was for nothing and still you can’t stop. It is over. Your pointless quest has run its course!“

“Silence must fall.“ Madame Kovarian pressed through gritted teeth, she tried to push herself into the ground away from the blade but the Doctor held her in place.

“Give me a break, you’re delusional. It’s all done with. All that remains is your own obsession.“ The Doctor shot back.

“Look at yourself, you deserve to be stopped, you’re out of control.“ Madame Kovarian spat.

“You haven’t seen me out of control yet, would you like to?“ The Doctor’s voice dropped becoming low, threatening and almost smooth. There was a dangerous twinkle in her eyes. “Why don’t you ask the Daleks what that’s like? Or the Cybermen? Or maybe ask yourself where all my names have come from? Destroyer of worlds. The Oncoming Storm. The Doctor of War… would you like to find out?“ Her voice was barely more than a whisper and River felt her heartbeats quicken. She had never seen the Doctor like this. It took her breath away. “Not so brave now, are you?“ The Doctor smirked. “Of all my enemies, Madame Kovarian, there is no-one I despise quite as much as you. I will never forgive what you’ve done to the people I love. If you value your life, you will spend the rest of it as far away from my wife as you possibly can. And from me. Because the next time we cross paths, I will kill you. You’ve had your warning.“ The fierce determination, the protectiveness, the blatant display of power, River couldn’t deny that it did something to her.

“You are dangerous, Doctor.“ Madame Kovarian retorted, her eyes wide.

“Yes, I am. Never forget that.“ The Doctor let go of her and got to her feet. “The only reason why I’m not killing you right now is because I want you to take this message to every member of your little chapter. If any of you ever come for my wife again, I will hunt you down one by one and kill you. And believe me, I have time to spare.“ She threw the knife into the sand right next to Madame Kovarian’s head. She had no need for it. She looked at the soldiers who backed away from them. Her warning was received loud and clear.

“This is not over Doctor.“ Madame Kovarian insisted as she pushed herself up. The Doctor helped River to her feet and unlocked her handcuffs with her sonic.

“Yes. It is.“ She didn’t even look at her, her attention fully devoted to her wife as she brushed her hand against her cheek. “Let’s go.“ She pointed River in the direction of her friends.

“You’ve not seen the last of us, Doctor!“ Madame Kovarian shouted as they started walking, frustrated for being ignored.

“Yes, I have.“ The Doctor turned, her anger resurfacing. She directed her sonic at the shuttle. In the heat of the blazing sun, a spark was enough. The fuel lines ignited and the shuttle exploded. “You should have just kept your mouth shut.“ She took hold of River’s hand and they kept walking towards the Tardis.

“You can’t just leave us here.“ Madame Kovarian caught up with them, grabbed the Doctor by the shoulder to stop her.

“Yes I can.“ The Doctor answered completely disinterested.

“How will I spread your message?“ Madame Kovarian knew the implications of their shuttle destroyed. The planet was hostile and they would be stuck. She had to find a way to appeal to the Doctor’s famous better nature and mercy. “You wouldn’t actually leave us stranded would you?“ The Doctor turned back, stepped right into Madame Kovarian’s personal space.

“Actually, I was lying.“ She hummed. “I will be happy to spread the word myself. The reason why I’m not killing you right now is because I expect it would distress my friends too much to see it. They don’t think I’m capable of that and I’d like to keep them thinking that.“ Then she smirked a little. “They’re wrong of course. I’m more than happy to pass this death sentence. This planet is nothing but rock and dust, uninhabited, no vegetation or water. And now you have no means of travel. You will be dead within the week. Have a good long think about the actions that brought you here.“ Then she turned back to River who gave her a satisfied and approving nod and they carried on on their way.

“River, you can’t let her do this.“ River ignored Madame Kovarian’s plea. It didn’t undo the damage done to her life and that of her parents but it certainly felt like justice was being served. “Doctor!!“

“There are things out there I can’t protect you from, but this, I had to do.“ The Doctor said and squeezed River’s hand as they headed back to the Tardis. She tried her best not to think about what was yet to come for her wife. Not long until Darillium for her. And then the Library… “They’re gone from your life forever. From now on, the only one that has power over you, is me.“

“Oh Sweetie, yes please.“ River smirked flirty and pressed her lips to hers.

#River x thirteen #river x the doctor #river song #thirteenth doctor #thirteen #doctor who #Alex kingston #Jodie whittaker #madame kovarian #oneshot #prompt #femshlash #fanfiction #dark!13 #DW #space wives

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resilientdolan · 4 years

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Drown (G.D) - part 9

A/N: i’m mad again writing this part smh

Word-count: 1.8k

Summary: After a night well spent together, he broke her heart once again.

Tags: @bingexdolan @prettyboydolan @goldenndolan @evergreendolan @grantsairforce @3ooda97 @nikesbailey @abstractstardiva

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The phone rings wake Grayson up in the morning. He lazily takes a quick look at the clock on his wall, only to find out it’s only 7.30 in the morning. He usually drags himself out of his bed around 8 during weekends, so he considers 7.30 is too early for a phone call. But as soon as he notices the caller, he immediately answers it.

“Hello?,” he greets the other person with his raspy, morning voice.

“Baby, can you please pick me up at the airport?,” Isla begs on the other side of the line. “I’m here already.”

Grayson brings his hand up to his face, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand as he mumbles, “Baby? I thought you’re supposed to be here at 9.30?,” he remembers exactly that she told him that her flight arrival’s supposed to be at 9.30.

“Surprise!,” Isla giggles.

“It’s not even my birthday,” he chuckles.

“I missed you, pretty please? I can’t wait to attack your face with kisses,” Isla continues to beg. “We can have breakfast at Maywood later? I’ve been craving for their pancakes,” she suggests.

Grayson shifts his gaze to Bianca; asleep, being wrapped around his arm. His lips form into a smile as he watches her sleeping peacefully beside him. He keeps his arm wrapped around her in her sleep, only to make sure that she’s okay.

“Baby?,” Isla calls for him once again, noticing his silence.

“Yeah?,” he quickly turns his focus back to his girlfriend.

“Can we? Can we?,” she’s getting impatient.

“Uh... yeah, yeah, sure. Breakfast, right?,” he confirms.

“Yeah,” she replies.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon, babe,” he nods, though he knows that she can’t see it. As soon as he hangs up, he turns his gaze back to the girl sleeping beside him.

He promised her last night.

But it’s only picking Isla up from the airport, breakfast, and it’ll be over, right?

So he quietly drags himself out of his bed, not wanting to wake her up since she deserves the rest. He gives her forehead another kiss before he disappears into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

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It’s nearly 10 am.

Bianca’s finally wakes up, only to find her lying alone on Grayson’s bed. She remembers the fact that she fell asleep in his arms that night but he’s nowhere to be found.

Where is he?

Bianca eagerly jumps out of his bed, heading out of his bedroom to find him. He promised her that he’ll drive her to the hospital. So maybe he woke up early to do a little work out before he takes her to the hospital.

She takes a quick look to the backyard through the window from the hallway. Grayson usually has his work out session in their backyard, but she can’t find him there. There’s no one in the backyard.

Maybe he’s taking a shower?

She knocks on the bathroom door, calling for his name. “Grayson?,” she calls. “Are you there?”

There’s nothing but silence.

“Gray?,” she calls once again. She turns the doorknob and finds out the door is unlocked; which means he isn’t there as well. And that’s when she hears some sound coming downstairs, from the kitchen.

Is he there? Preparing breakfast?

She quickly runs down the stairs, making her way to the kitchen, only to find his twin brother sitting on a stool, having a plate of french toast

“Morning, Bi!,” he greets her with a smile on his face.

“Morning, E,” she replies as she hops onto the other stool.

“You woke up late, are you okay?,” he glances over at her as he continues to munch on his toast.

“I’m okay, i’m okay... Hey, where’s Grayson?,” Bianca speaks as she looks around. Her gaze shifts quickly to the family dining room, looking for the other twin.

“He’s out. He’s picking Isla up from the airport,” Ethan casually replies. He grabs his phone from the counter, scrolling down through Instagram.

“Oh...,” she responds in disappointment. Why didn’t he tell her that he has to pick her up? He promised that he’ll take her to the hospital.

“What’s wrong?,” Ethan senses sadness in her eyes.

“No, nothing...,” she shakes her head.

“You sure?,” he squints his eyes, observing her facial expression. Bianca nods her head.

And that’s when her phone beeps.

A message from Grayson.

“Bi, I’m so sorry that I had to leave you. I had to pick Isla up from the airport and she wanted to have some pancakes from Maywood. I’ll be home before 1, and we can go to the hospital, okay?”

You sigh deeply. Sometimes it drives you crazy; the fact that he makes you upset, but you can do nothing about it. You’re just his bestfriend, and it feels like you have no right to be mad at him for choosing his own girlfriend.

“Bianca, you okay?,” Ethan feels the need to make sure that she’s okay. And she only gives him a slight nod.

“I’m okay, Ethan... I just need to take shower, and wait for Grayson to come back. He promised me that he’ll drive me to the hospital to see my Grandma,” Bianca gives him a thin smile as she hops off the counter.

“Okay,” Ethan replies as he watches her walking out of the kitchen. He knows something’s wrong, but he decides to remain silent.

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“Baby, I missed you,” Isla mumbles gently as she continues to attack Grayson’s face with kisses. After breakfast at Maywood, Grayson drove her home, he knows that he promised Bianca that he’ll take her to the hospital.

But here he is. In Isla’s bed. With her sitting on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“I missed you too, babe,” Grayson replies. He rests his hands on her waist to support her. Isla gives him another smile before she leans a bit closer to plant a gentle, yet quite passionate kiss, onto Grayson’s lips.

His phone, which he put on her nightstand lights up as soon as it receives a new notification.

A text message from Bianca.

Grayson sneakily takes a quick glance at his phone screen as soon as he breaks the kiss, reading her reply to his previous text.

“Alright, Gray. I’m ready to go :) I’ll be waiting for you”

He’s not supposed to be here. He knows it.

“Isla...,” he calls her softly, moving his hand up to her cheek as he continues, “Baby, I gotta go. I need to do groceries, Mom asked me to do so,” he lies.

Isla pokes out her bottom lip as she rests her hand on Grayson’s cheek. “It can wait,” she begs him.

“Isla, please,” he sighs.

Isla remains silent, but she quickly gets off of his lap. Grayson takes his phone from the nightstand as he gets up, but Isla isn’t giving up... yet.

“Grayson?,” she looks up at him. He turns around to face her.

Isla tugs onto the edge of his t-shirt, pulling him closer back to her as she mumbles, “Gray, I need you.”

Not that word, Isla.

“Baby, please?,” she gets up from her bed, and snakes her arms around his neck. She eagerly wraps her legs around his waist to cling onto him.

“I need you right now, Grayson,” she whimpers as she begins to grind her hips against his.

Grayson sinks his teeth into his lower lip, mumbling under his breath, “Fuck it.”

With that, he crashes his lips against hers, kissing her roughly, with a strong passion as he throws her onto her bed.

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5 missedcalls from Bianca Reine.

10 text messages from Bianca Reine.

“Gray, i’m ready! :)”

“Can we get more Sonic’s burgers before we go to the hospital? I’m p hungry :(“

“Graysoooon, can we? can we?”

“Where are you :(“

“Grayson, are you okay?”

“Are you going to drive me to the hospital?”

“Gray, answer me”

“Grayson”

“Grayson, pick up the call, please :(“

“If you’re busy, it’s fine, I’ll go there on my own”

Grayson punches his steering wheel once he notices that Bianca tried to contact him. He quickly starts his car and drives back home. He promised her that he’ll be at home before 1. But here he is, still on his way back home, and it’s nearly 5 pm.

He should’ve just said no to Isla. He promised her. And he doesn’t want to make her sad again and again.

As soon as he arrives at home, he parks his car and hops out of the driver seat. As he makes his way towards the porch, he can hear someone crying, like real cry, with sobs.

If he steps in and find Bianca crying because of him, he’ll hate himself real bad.

So he walks in, finding Bianca, Ethan, and his Mom in the living room. The three of them are sitting on the couch. Ethan’s arm is wrapped around Bianca, as she sobs into his shoulder. Lisa, who’s sitting next to Bianca, runs her hand up and down Bianca’s back to give her soothing rubs.

“Mom? What’s wrong?,” Grayson frowns. He knows there must be something worse other than him breaking his promise to her that she cries that hard. He knows Bianca isn’t a crybaby.

“They took her Grandma to the ICU, and she’s having panic attack,” Lisa whispers to Grayson as she continues to rub her back.

“Ethan, I—I want to s—see her,” Bianca mumbles into his shoulder. “G—Gray promised me that h—he’d take me to the hospital to see h—her,” she sobs. She has no idea that the man she’s talking about is there.

“Shh, you’ll see her soon, Bi,” Ethan responds. He shoots his twin brother with an angry glare, knowing that he promised her, yet he broke the promise.

“Grayson lied to me...,” Bianca sighs deeply. “Now they took her to the ICU! If only he came home as he promised and drove me there,” she continues to cry.

“H—he lied to me,” Bianca says weakly.

Grayson just stands there in complete silence. It breaks his heart to hear her saying such things. He promised to himself that he’d never hurt her ever again, but here he is.

“Grayson, where were you?,” Lisa turns her gaze to meet Grayson’s. “You promised her, but where were you?,” she interrogates him.

Noticing that Lisa mentions his name, Bianca slowly lifts her head up from Ethan’s shoulder to find Grayson standing awkwardly there in silence.

“I— I was at Isla’s...,” he replies. Bianca can sense hurt in his tone as he speaks.

She quickly gets up, shaking her head quickly as she points at him. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she yells at him. “You lied to me! You told me everything’s gonna be okay!,” she sobs. “You promised me, Grayson!,” she screams.

And there comes one thing that Grayson never expected before, coming out of Bianca’s lips as she storms out of the room.

“I fucking hate you, Grayson Dolan.”

#grayson dolan #tgabs'write #grayson blurb #douche!gray #grayson dolan fic #highschool!gray

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snakeboistan · 4 years

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Flower Power

Karmagisa Flower Shop AU

“How do I passive-aggressively say f*** you in flower?”

Nagisa blinked. It was just an ordinary day at the flower shop he worked at; he opened the double doors and greeted his co-workers, tied his baby blue apron around his waist and started his shift. The morning was quite slow as they only had three customers: a frantic man desperately looking for an anniversary gift for his wife, a teenaged schoolgirl who wanted to cheer up her hospitalised best friend, and a young lady who was headed to her goddaughter’s birth. He was standing behind the counter, arranging the bouquet of lavender-coloured roses and alstroemeria when he walked in. Like a man on a warpath, this tall red headed stranger in a black blazer strode in like he owned the place, the sound of loud confident footsteps reverberated through the empty store as he made his way to the counter and slammed down two a thousand yen notes onto its surface, almost causing Nagisa to drop the posies of purple stock and purple statice in his hand in surprise.

“Um, excuse me?” oh right, he had a job to do.

“Oh sorry, sir,” Nagisa said, still completely perplexed by the events that had unfolded during the last minute. Why, out of all times, did Maehara decide to go to see ‘the cute barista with the most dazzling brown eyes that suck you in and most adorable antennae and beautiful smile that leaves me weak at the knees’ that worked at the coffee shop opposite them and Fuwa chose to work on her commissioned bouquet in the storage room in the back? “I just - um, excuse me - but do you think you could repeat what you just said, please?”

Mr Tall Stranger scoffed, “It’s one of my classmates’ birthday tomorrow and I positively hate the guy. He thinks that just because he got higher than me in midterms last week that he’s sooo much better than me - as if one point is such a difference. Well, the whole school positively adores him and since it’s our last year of High School, I thought it would be a kind gesture for me to put aside our differences and just give him a parting gift for the last birthday he’ll ever be able to spend with me.”

“By … giving him a floral arrangement that would be the equivalent of flipping him off?” Nagisa raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” the other replied brightly, “so can you do it? I swear I can pay extra if I need to. Trust me the look on Asano’s face would be worth every yen.”

“Well, I can see what I can do, sir.”

“Karma,” the young man said, “please don’t use any of that ‘sir’ business.”

“Sure, Karma.”

“Thank you, Nagisa.” If it weren’t for the fact that he was wearing a name tag, Nagisa would’ve jumped five feet in the air at the fact that Mr-Karma used his name. It certainly didn’t help that he was somewhat attractive with his sharp golden eyes, stylishly ruffled crimson locks, cocky smile and an aura that screamed confidence. Pushing down the feeling of interest that curled in his stomach and seemed to be targeted towards the other male, Nagisa put down the flowers in his hands and stated, “well, you could use geraniums, which symbolise stupidity, foxgloves, which symbolise insincerity, meadowsweet for uselessness, orange lilies for hatred and finally some yellow carnations.”

“Really,” Karma was grinning widely, placing his elbow on the countertop and resting his chin on the back of his hand, “and what do they mean.”

Nagisa smiled, “disappointment and disdain.”

Karma threw his head back and laughed (and no, the sound did not make Nagisa blush all right, no matter what those pesky store cameras said. Everyone knew that they weren’t working anyway), “that’s brilliant. You sure know your stuff, don’t you? I’m going to need to remember that for the next time I do a group project with Terasaka.”

“Consider it a gift,” Nagisa said, “I like reading and the language of flowers interested me.”

“Is that why you work here then.”

“Not really,” he didn’t know why he was explaining this all to a person he just met, but something about the dashing redhead made him feel … safe, in a way. He didn’t know why but the golden-eyed gaze captured him and drew him in and he wanted more, “I’m trying to save up for University and my own place once I graduate high school and this store pays really well for part-time work. You don’t have to know a lot about flowers to work here but I thought it would be a fun hobby to try to learn and I was curious so I taught myself all about it.”

“You must be really smart, to learn all of that,” Karma smiled, causing him to blush.

“Not really,” he replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “trust me I’m not. I’m kind of not doing well in school right now. At this rate, getting a 70 percent in maths would be nothing more than a miracle.”

Karma just hummed before saying, “I see. Well, any chance we could get started on my ‘F*** You, Asano’ birthday gift?”

“Which I assume is coming straight from the heart?”

“But of course,” Karma said solemnly, placing a hand over his heart and winking. Nagisa rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face betrayed his amusement, as he walked around the counter and began searching for the flowers required.

“So, what do you study in school?” Karma asked when Nagisa was gently pulling out a handful of coral coloured foxgloves.

“Hmm? Oh, just the usual, you know: Maths, Science, English. Oh, and also Psychology. You?”

“The same as you but Economics instead of Psychology, which, I’ve got to say is really interesting. Can you, like, read minds?”

“Unfortunately, no, I have not yet unlocked that skill,” Nagisa replied gravely with a shake of his head, “it appears that my dreams of becoming like Psyren and taking over the world by using mental waves are currently on hold.”

“‘Psyren’? Like the villain in the Sonic Ninja: A Soldier Returns comic?” Karma sounded impressed.

“You read Sonic Ninja?”

“Yeah, I got to admit I’m not too big on the movies though. The director they had for the last one was kind of terrible.”

“I thought it was alright,” Nagisa quipped back as he gathered all of the necessary plants and made his way back to the counter, “sure the special effects weren’t that great but the plot was good.”

“Eh,” Karma waved his hand down, “I still think that the villain only won because the plot called for it and not because he was necessarily skilled.”

“Are you kidding me?” Nagisa’s head was down as he wrapped the flowers but he was sure that the incredulity in his voice conveyed every emotion on his face, “he’s one of the most powerful characters in the franchise! He survived a literal nuclear bomb! He was able to create a forcefield so powerful it wiped out an entire village!”

“Yeah, but to say that he’s stronger than an entire army is just pushing it.”

“I suppose so. By the way, that would be two thousand yen, which you already gave me earlier. Would you like a card to sign?”

“Sure,” Karma shrugged, “I’ve got to show how much I mean this thoughtful gesture, you know.”

Nagisa laughed and handed him a card and pen so that Karma could write whatever it was he wanted to write.

“By the way,” Karma asked as he picked up the bouquet, “what would you suggest I get if I wanted to ask someone out?”

“Oh, umm, well. Roses are usually the go to, even if they might be a bit clichè. The best option would be to go for the person’s favourite flower but you have purple lilacs, which mean first love, pink camellias, which mean longing, and chrysanthemums, which mean long lasting love. Personally, I’d go for sunflowers, which mean loyalty and pure adoration, or forget-me-nots, which mean I’ll never forget you, but I think that that one’s pretty obvious.”

Karma hummed and nodded to himself before cheerily saying “goodbye” and leaving the store, ringing the bell as he went. Nagisa sighed and smiled.

“So what was that about?” Fuwa asked smugly from her place near the doorway of the storage room. Nagisa gasped and turned around in shock, not expecting her to be there.

“How long were you standing there?” Nagisa’s tone was accusing.

“Long enough to know that someone’s got a fan.”

“You’ve got it all wrong, he’s just a customer.”

“Mmhmm, keep telling yourself that ‘Gisa. I saw the way he was looking at you. It was pure shoujo manga with the flowers and the banter and the teasing.”

Nagisa rolled his eyes as Fuwa started to go on in another one of her tangents. He loved her, he really did, but he often wondered if she actually lived in the real world.

“What’s got her started?” Maehara asked later when he returned from his break.

“She thinks a customer is into me,” Nagisa replied, “which is stupid because I’m not really the type of guy a person asks out.”

“Ohohoho, that’s what you think, young one,” Fuwa wagged her finger, “the romantic tension between you two was so palpable I could almost taste it. And don’t deny it, you think he’s hot.”

Nagisa blushed, “I, well, I - I have eyes okay! It’s not like he’d be interested in me though. He might not even like guys that much.”

Maehara gave him a knowing look, “that’s what I thought about Isogai but guess who just got a date for next weekend?”

“Really?” Fuwa beamed and clapped her hands giddily, “Oh, you must tell me all about it.”

Nagisa just looked at his friends and sighed.

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The next day, when Nagisa turned up at his shift in the afternoon, there was a bouquet of sunflowers and forget-me-nots lying on the countertop. With his heart beating like a drum, he fiddled with the card that was attached to the ribbon that held them in place.

Hey Nagisa,

Heard that the new Sonic Ninja movie is coming out in a week, wanna go watch it together?

Here’s my number: xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Karma

P.S: if you ever need help with maths, I’d be glad to lend some assistance ;)

P.P.S: the flowers were great!

#assassination classroom #my writing #karmagisa #shiota nagisa #nagisa shiota #akabane karma #karma akabane

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whittakerjodie · 4 years

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You’ve Changed ( 13th Doctor X Reader )

Prompt: I’ve always had the like idea of dating the doctor since 9, what if you and the doctor got separated towards the end of 12 and then finding the doctor again and reuniting with 13 and being so shocked but so happy to see the love of your life? Me, soft? Yeah. - Requested by @hazydespair

A/N holy shit did I have a nice time writing this. Thanks for the request! hope you enjoy. Slight missy x reader / master x reader because I couldn’t help myself.

Words: 2.3k (AHHHH)

Warnings: Violence, the Master being a dick in general, etc. Brief POV change? Wonky writing probably

You walked with the two Masters, keeping an eye out for the cyber men. With the exception of the Masters boasting about their recent conquests (Missy making the interesting decision to leave out her time in the vault,) it was silent; too silent. You desperately needed to know where the Doctor was, and if he was okay. He’d spent so long trying to get Missy to change, and here she was in front of you pretending like the past 70-something years of progress didn’t happen. You knew that alone had to be an emotional blow, not counting her earlier incarnations arrival and - you winced - what had happened to Bill.

You liked Bill. You liked all the humans the Doctor traveled with, becoming good friends with all of them; it hurt you just as much when they left. The pain welled back up within you as if it’d all happened seconds ago, making you pause.

“Keep up,” The Master demanded. The lift in the middle of the clearing opened, waiting for the three of you to head down to the Master's TARDIS.

“Come here,” Missy told him, before you could come up with a snarky response. You felt your stomach churn as she embraced him, whispering something in his ear. All those years wasted.

But they weren’t.. You watched her shove a small blade into his stomach with a move so graceful you almost didn’t notice it. You stepped backward out of shock, hand flying to cover your mouth as the Master coughed up blood, complimenting his future self.

“He said keep up,” Missy shifted the Masters weight onto her shoulder, letting him lean into her for support. You couldn’t take your eyes off the blood dripping onto the grass. Missy rolled her eyes. “Well don’t just stand there.”

You nervously stepped forward and helped her carry him into the lift. They began discussing the quickly approaching regeneration, and you stepped back once he could lean against the wall. You felt a tug on your heart strings as the Master asked Missy Why? Enemy or not, it was hard to see anyone slowly bleed out.

“Because it’s time to stand with the Doctor” Your head whipped to meet her eyes, gasping. She had changed. The Doctor had actually managed to help her. A flicker of hope decimated the fear and hurt as you thought of how proud and happy the Doctor would be if he could see her now. Your adrenaline spiked. Somehow, this horrible adventure could end happily.

But it didn’t.

You tried to shield Missy from the Master’s laser sonic blast, but it happened too quickly. You helped her to the ground as he escaped, panicking.

“No, no no no!” You shouted. She lightly gasped for breath, unable to draw in enough air. You scanned the area, trying to find anything that could help; Part of you knew it was foolish. Nothing could help her. But you couldn’t let her die… the Doctor needed to know, not just through you but with his own eyes, that she’d done the right thing- that she’d stood with him. Her eyes were glazing over; she didn’t have much time at all.

You cursed, your mind urgently trying to comb through hundreds of outcomes to come to a decision on what to do. You threw them all aside in favor of instinct. You gently cupped her face, her eyes widening as she realized what you were doing. The regeneration energy burned painfully as you directed it through your hands. Every molecule in your body knew that you probably shouldn’t do this.

For a moment, it seemed Missy was having the same thoughts. She tugged at your hands, as if she were about to stop you. Eventually, she began to change and her own pain forced her to stop trying and curl up, howling as the regeneration progress tore through her. You fell back after you were sure it was going to work, unable to stay standing. Giving an entire life understandably put a strain on your consciousness and you found yourself laying there, staring up at the sky. It seemed like hours before Missy- or rather, the Master once again, stared down at you blankly. He silently picked you up and carried you away from the clearing. You wanted to tell him to stop so you could find the Doctor, but you weren’t able to find the words.

The escape from the colony ship was a bit hazy, but it must’ve been easy because it wasn’t long before you and the master were somewhere different. Unbeknownst to you, the Doctor’s escape was considerably worse. You had no idea how hard he looked for you, holding off his regeneration until he’d looked through nearly every floor of the ship in search of you and then longer, desperate to see you one last time before he changed. You weren’t there to help him accept the regeneration that he was trying so hard to stop. You weren’t there, and he didn’t know where you were. You were just… gone.

This was the case for both of you for a long time. The Doctor crashed to Earth and found her new companions, showing them the universe and trying to return back to normal without you. You traveled with the Master, which was only fun for a little while. Every adventure he would show small signs of returning to who he was before the Vault, and the reversion was only exacerbated by what he’d found on Gallifrey. He wouldn’t tell you what it was, or what had happened. All you needed to see was the madness returning to the back of his eyes to know that it was bad, even by the Masters standards. It scared you.

After that, he’d changed the TARDIS controls. You couldn’t leave, nor could you control the machine. You’d fought with him for years over it as he left you trapped, gallivanting across the universe to stir up trouble once more. Eventually you’d given up. You let the days blur and bend around you, filling your time with whatever entertainment his TARDIS could conjure up for you. It barely worked; even having everything you could ever need at your disposal, you couldn’t cure the pain of being stuck and without the Doctor.

When the Master mentioned your fellow timelord, your ears perked up immediately. He’d been planning something for the last few days and you suspected it had to do with getting the Doctors attention, but you didn’t get as excited as you were when he actually confirmed it. You nearly leaped out of the chair you’d spent the last two days reading in. The Master took note of your excitement and chuckled darkly.

“You won’t be there, of course.” He crossed the console room, lifting your chin up so you could meet his eyes. “As much as i’d love to see her try and get you back, it might take too much of her attention away from what’s really important.”

You didn’t say anything, not wanting to give into his obvious attempt to try and get you riled up. You tore your eyes from his and he laughed again, brushing his fingers against your temple. The psychic link he established allowed you to peek at his intentions and you tried to fight his sudden tug on your consciousness. The element of surprise gave him the upper hand, however, and you cursed at him as many times as you could before your vision gave out.

It was a dreamless sleep, but you were vaguely aware of the sounds around you- or rather... above you? You couldn’t tell. It seemed like there was yelling at one point. There was an unpleasant feeling encompassing you as it went on, like you were sensing some unseen but immense danger. There was also a small tinge of warmth that you couldn’t come up with a reason for.

When you finally came to, you felt the pain in your wrist first. Your left arm was chained to the short ceiling, bearing your entire weight. You tugged at it, cursing your stupidity as pain shot through your arm. Wires ran along the wall and down into a hole in the floor, their source humming above you. You deduced that you were being kept underneath the console, probably in an effort to stop you from trying to alert the Doctor. It was frustrating, but you weren’t exactly surprised.

“Hello?” You cried out. When no response came, you kicked at one of the wires on the floor. A light flickered above your head and you heard the familiar sound of the Master grumbling. Part of the ceiling opened up, his angry expression peering down at you. He threw a key onto the floor, not bothering to unlock the chains himself.

You crawled out of the small space, stretching. You raised a brow as you took in the new interior of the TARDIS. It wasn’t Gallifreyan in any aspect. In fact, it had a great resemblance to a house. A messy one, too. The Master busied himself with something at the console you’d just crawled out of, but threw out an explanation.

“Just a little cover. I’ve been too busy celebrating my victory”

“Your victory?” You scoffed, peering around at the trash and clutter that covered the floor. It was almost funny to see someone as uptight and dramatic as the Master in such a… human space. The humor faded when you saw the giddy expression on the Masters face.

“You should’ve seen me, Y/N. I was great” You became more and more uncomfortable. The Master wasn’t ever this happy- even when he burned whole cities.

“What did you do?!?” You whispered. You tried to stop your trembling as you ran back to the console, taking in everything that was on the screens. He laughed as you shoved him aside, piecing together what he’d exactly he’d accomplished on his latest mission. You fell to the floor, clutching at your hearts. Not the Doctor. She has to get out of this one. Him- her and the Master had fought for lifetimes but the Doctor always ended up okay. You needed her to be okay. How else were you going to see her again?

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The Doctor was okay. At least, she thought she was. She was 70% sure she was. If she wasn’t, she could always deal with it later. For now, she had a world to save. She rubbed at her neck, still sore from being choked by the Master. She tried to push the pain aside, convincing herself that if anything, it helped boost her adrenaline.

She rushed to the Master's TARDIS, Ada Lovelace and Noor Inayat Khan in tow. She threw open the doors, unaware of what (or whom, more accurately) she was about to find.

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You didn’t think much of the door opening, sure it was just the Master coming to complain again. He was beyond annoying when he threw his tantrums, but you were thankful for the last one as it’d reassured you that the Doctor was, at the very least, still alive. You leaned against the bookshelf, turning the page without looking up.

“Back so soon?” You teased. “Guessing it didn’t go well? Again?”

“y/n?” You tensed at the unfamiliar voice. You nearly dropped the book when your gaze landed on the Doctor, frozen in the doorway of her enemy’s TARDIS.

Her eyes were wide, looking over you frantically as if trying to figure out if it was actually you standing there. You actually did drop the book, running towards her. The two women with her stepped back in surprise as you hugged her tightly, lifting her off the floor. Her arms flailed for a moment before squeezing you back just as tightly, her voice rambling in your ear.

“I found you” she was whispering. You wanted to hold her tighter, but it wasn’t physically possible. You tried to wrap your head around the reality that it was really her in your arms, after all this time. The love of your life, who you’d lost so suddenly, here with you once again. The Doctor moved away first, but only so she could look you in the eye.

“I found you,” She repeated. Her face became blurry as tears swarmed your eyes, and she wiped them away as they fell. She pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling you back into her arms. You let everything else fall away as you sobbed into her shoulder, letting your mind do the work of showing her just how much you’d missed her, and why you’d been gone. You held each other for a long while, neither of you wanting to let go in case the other disappeared again.

Eventually, the two other women spoke up, and the Doctor helped you sit on your reading chair so she could take them home. When she finished and landed you wherever she was parked, she took a seat next to you. She placed her hand in yours, lacing your fingers together.

“You’ve changed,” You commented, stroking the back of her new hand with your thumb. She nodded, lifting the joined hands to kiss the back of yours.

“Bit of an accident on the colony ship. Had to let go.” She whispered sadly. You tucked her hair behind her ear, not moving back afterwards. Instead, you placed a soft kiss on her lips, squeezing her hand.

“I like it.” You assured her. You didn’t want to ruin the moment by discussing the events that tore you apart. She smiled, pushing the thought of them aside as well. There would be time to reflect on them after you were done catching up.

“I think I do, too.” She sat up, pulling you with her. “Let’s get you out of here. “

You took your first steps outside of the Master's TARDIS after years of being stuck inside, trying not to break down again at the sight of the blue police box.

“I’ve got some friends I’d like you to meet,” The Doctor said excitedly once you reached the doors. She snapped her fingers and they flew open, giving you a glimpse of the new console room. You gasped, eyes dancing over everything.

“You’ve even redecorated!” You exclaimed. The Doctor grinned from ear to ear, nodding.

“Come, y/n. We’ve got loads to do.”

After everything that had happened, you were free. You and the Doctor had found each other once more, and the Master was nowhere to be found- presumably sulking somewhere. You didn’t care, frankly. There was only one time lord you wanted to think about right now. You followed her into the blue box, just as you always had and always would.

#13th doctor x reader #13th doctor #13th doctor imagine #dhawan!master #Dhawan!master x reader #missy #missy x reader #doctor who #doctor who imagine

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singledarkshade · 3 years

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Magical Mix Up

Chapter Seven

(Chapter Six can be found here.)

Author’s Note: Again a huge thanks goes to @theadrogna for being my historical guide for all things Roman. I have learned some fun things for this fic.

Amy hated that Rory had been taken from her once more. Sometimes it felt as though the universe did this to them every few years just for laughs.

“We’ll find him, Amelia,” the Doctor wrapped his arm around her, “You two always find one another. Even when he died and was erased from time, Rory came back to you.”

Amy took a deep breath, “I know.”

“Then don’t worry,” the Doctor smiled, “This place especially is somewhere that he knows. Somewhere he can blend into, so we just have to look for any signs he’s left for us. And if we’re in the wrong part of the city, then Rip will find him.”

She sighed looking around what she once would have been excited to see. The Romans had been her favourite subject at school, but while Rory was missing nothing else mattered.

Amy had tried every so often to ask him about the memories he held but Rory didn’t like thinking, never mind talking about them.

They continued through the marketplace, hoping that they’d find him but so far nothing. Amy’s heart leapt every time she saw a flash of red, hoping Rory would appear before her but there was no luck so far.

As they walked on Amy suddenly sighed, “Why haven’t we found anything? Rory would leave us a sign, where is it?”

The Doctor mused before shaking his head, “Of course, we arrived here not long after him. He wouldn’t expect us yet. Rory is probably finding a place to hunker down first.”

“So, what do we do?” Amy demanded.

The Doctor wrapped his arm around her once more, “We keep looking for him. He would have entered through the same gate we did. We’re in the right section of the city and there are only a certain amount of places Rory will be able to go without connections. We’ll find him.”

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John winced as he was tossed out the window and slammed into the ground. Scrambling to his feet, he turned to see the multiple guards appear swords drawn.

“Look,” he held out his hands, “Obviously mistakes were made, and I shouldn’t have been in there, even if she did invite me but there’s no need for all this. I was just asking for help to find someone.”

John grimaced as his explanation wasn’t swaying them and they continued to advance. Spinning round to run away, John found there were two guards behind him and groaned as someone hit him across the back of his head. Dropping to the ground, John swam in and out of consciousness as he was grabbed by each arm then dragged through the crowd. His head was buzzing, and John wanted to pull away but couldn’t. John groaned as he was yanked to his feet and came face to face with a large man who listened to one of the guards before nodding. John struggled weakly as he was dragged through the gates and into a room with a hole in the floor covered by a metal grate. The grate was pulled off it and a rope ladder tossed down.

John was shoved to the hole and pushed down.

“Climb or fall,” the guard told him, “Your choice.”

Against his growing headache, John climbed down the ladder knowing the other way would probably result in worse injury. The moment he touched the dirt covered ground, the ladder was pulled up, leaving him in the cell with circular walls and nothing but a hole in the ceiling.

Waiting until the guards were gone, John gently touched his ear to activate his communicator, but it wasn’t there. Frantically checking his clothes and the floor of the cell, he sighed finding nothing.

“Bollocks.”

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Gideon sipped the tea she’d made for herself while the others worked to fix the Waverider. She could hear the annoyed cries as things wouldn’t work, no matter what they did. Jax was currently swearing at the systems as Rip had shown him several tricks that normally got the computer to start, but this time everything refused to work for him.

“Gideon,” Cisco appeared, “Can I talk to you?”

She nodded, “Of course. Take a seat.”

“Okay,” he frowned, dropping into the chair across from her, “I get you’re annoyed at them, especially the fact Sara hid they’d found Rip from you.”

“And kept him imprisoned,” Gideon added sharply.

Cisco nodded, “I get all that but fixing the ship should be a priority?”

She smiled slightly at him, “It is. Mr Ramon, I would never do anything to put the Waverider in danger. The self-repair systems are already working, and the ship shall be repaired within the next six hours.”

Cisco frowned, “Then why are you letting them struggle?”

Amusement covered her face, “Because they believe they do not need me.”

“What about Rip?”

“Sending more people is not a good idea,” Gideon remined him, “Mr Constantine is currently searching for him. Adding the others while the situation is unknown is reckless. Once the systems are running again, I will be able to locate him within seconds.”

Cisco frowned, “You can find Rip that easily?”

“Now we are within the same time, yes,” Gideon told him, “It was a problem when I had to search the entirety of time and space.”

“Then what?” Cisco asked softly.

“Gideon smiled beatifically, “Then I take my ship and if others wish to travel with me, then we shall work out an arrangement.”

Cisco nodded, “Sara is going to love that.”

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Rory gripped his sword, feeling the familiar handle bite into his hand. He felt better now, having his own weapon but they couldn’t use them just now and caught Rip’s arm holding him in place.

“Where will they take him?” Rip asked, watching his friend dragged away.

Rory turned asking, “Don’t you know?”

“I learned enough to pass myself off as a soldier within a guard station in order to retrieve a shotgun,” Rip told him, “Not to mention it was one of my very first missions, so I’m a bit rusty on the customs.”

“He’s been taken to the Tullianum,” Rory explained, “It’s a dungeon. Prisoners were left in there until trial, usually without food and water.”

Rip frowned, “How long until he’s put on trial?”

“Depends on who the house belonged to,” Rory mused, “And whose bedchamber he violated. From what I know that house belongs to a very important member of the Senate. Your friends are not the best at keeping a low profile, are they?”

“John tends to not to think at times,” Rip sighed, “Not with his head anyway,” he bent down and picked up a small metallic disc, “And this is his comms link, so he can’t call for help.”

“Let’s face it from what I’ve seen of the others is a blessing for the timeline,” Rory noted.

“How do we get him out?” Rip asked.

Rory frowned as he thought, “Well, that’s the problem. I suggest waiting until tonight, there will be fewer guards for us to get past on the night shift. The sun will be going down in about three hours if I’m right.”

Grimacing Rip said, “Then I suggest we get back to the TARDIS and reunite you with Amy. We can make a plan there.”

Rory nodded, “That is a great idea.”

Motioning towards the city gate, Rip smiled, “This way.”

The blue box Rory expected to see was not there and he frowned turning to Rip.

“There’s a camouflage shielding on,” Rip explained, “The Doctor told me to look for a pattern on the wall,” he stepped forward and studied the area finding finally a few squiggles made by chalk. Turning Rip took a small step forward and banged into the hidden TARDIS.

Rory began to laugh, the lightness made him feel more like Nurse-Rory and less Centurion-Rory.

“I appear to have found it,” Rip winced, rubbing his forehead.

Rory stepped forward, his hand stretched out and gently touched the door feeling the wood beneath his fingertips.

“It’s me,” he whispered, “Can I come in?” There was a pause before the lock clicked, and the door opened for him. Stepping inside, Rory smiled, “Thank you.”

Rip followed him inside, closing the door and joined Rory at the control console, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Nodding Rory replied, “The Doctor showed me how to send a signal to the sonic once. Just in case. I could, in theory, also take us somewhere.”

“How did you unlock the door,” Rip asked suddenly, “I noticed a lock earlier. And a ship this advanced, the Doctor would not leave it accessible.”

Rory shrugged, “Normally I’d have a key, but the TARDIS likes me. Don’t ask me why but she apparently does.”

Rip frowned in thought, “Like an AI?”

“Like a soul,” Rory replied.

Rip watched the other man for a moment before deciding to ask what had been weighing on his mind since he’d connected with the computer on his own ship.

“Rory,” he said, “When you were on the Waverider, did anyone mention Gideon?”

Musing for a moment, Rory finally replied, “Your friend John stated Gideon wasn’t able to help at the moment.”

Rip sighed, “I’m really hoping they haven’t damaged her permanently.”

“Who is she?” Rory asked softly.

“She’s the AI for the Waverider,” Rip replied shortly.

Rory stared at him for a moment before asking, “Who is she to you?”

Amazed by how perceptive the other man was Rip shrugged, “My best friend. The only family I have left.”

“He only said at the moment,” Rory reminded him, “We can ask him when we get him out, so don’t lose hope.”

Rip shook his head, “You are very different from me. I lost the ability to hope a long time ago.”

Before Rory could answer they heard the door opening and Amy ran in, followed closely by the Doctor. Without a word, the redhead ran to her husband and grabbed him in a tight embrace. Rip watched Rory’s eyes close in relief as he held onto Amy. Pulling away from Rory, Amy turned to Rip.

“Thank you,” she breathed, as the Doctor hugged Rory, “Thank you.”

Rip shrugged, “He was fine without any of us.”

“So,” the Doctor said, “Where to now?”

“Actually,” Rory spoke up, “One of Rip’s people has been arrested and we need to rescue him.”

Amy’s eyes darkened, “Is this one of the people who held you hostage?”

“They thought I was Rip,” Rory soothed before continuing, “Besides, he violated the sanctity of a Senator’s wife’s bedroom and, as he is definitely not a citizen, then this will not end well for him unless we get him out.”

“What about his friends?” Amy demanded, “Can’t they risk their lives instead of yours, again.”

“His communicator fell out,” Rory replied softly, “He has no way to call for help.”

Annoyance flickered across Amy’s face, but when Rory took her hand, she sighed and nodded.

“Fine,” Amy said, “But I’m coming with you.”

“No,” Rory told her, “I’ve seen you with a sword. We’re not looking for that level of carnage.”

Before Amy could argue, the Doctor spoke up, “I agree with Rory, Amy. He knows what he’s doing.”

“Besides we’ll need you to come after us if something goes wrong,” Rip noted wryly, “Which, with my current track record, it will.”

“You’re a bundle of joy,” Amy rolled her eyes.

Rory wrapped his arm around Amy and pressed a kiss to her temple before turning to Rip, “First thing first. I want my own uniform back. Then we’ll work out a plan.”

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