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Go to the city. Find somebody important. Tell them, I’m back. Tell them, I know what they did, and I’m on my way. And if they ask you who I am, tell them, I came THE LONG WAY ROUND.

@charlottedabookworm
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Ardyn. And, to a lesser extent, Nyx - Nyx doesn’t drag out the ego all that often, but he was raised to be a Prince of Solheim. If he tries - he can do the effortless self-assured arrogance that is almost his father’s trademark.
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Truth is singular. Lies are words, words, and words.

@charlottedabookworm

Words and truth and lies mingled up together - but Nyx is always firm on what he knows of his father, what he believes of his father.
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✧   BRAM   STOKER’S    DRACULA   PROMPTS  !  

* CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED . FROM THE 1992 FILM , BASED ON THE 1897 NOVEL .

‘ Enter freely of your own will, and leave some of the happiness you bring. ‘

‘ Your firm writes most highly of your talents.. ‘

‘ Do you believe in destiny? ‘

‘ And, to you, there shall be many strange things… ‘

‘ Do not put your faith in such trinkets of deceit! ‘

‘ Our ways are not your ways. ‘

‘ The children of the night. What sweet music they make! ‘

‘ I have crossed oceans of time to find you. ‘

‘ He likes you. There is much to be learned from beasts. ‘

‘ Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the self. ‘

‘ The green fairy who lives in the absinthe wants your soul. ‘

‘ You are safe with me. ‘

‘ Your impotent men with their foolish spells cannot protect you from my power. ‘

‘ I condemn you to living death. ‘

‘ There is no life in this body. I am nothing, lifeless, soulless, hated and feared. ‘

‘ I am nothing, lifeless, soulless, hated and feared. ‘

‘ I am dead to all the world - hear me! ‘

‘ I am the monster that breathing men would kill. ‘

‘ Where is my God? He has forsaken me. ‘

‘ It is finished. Give me peace. ‘

‘ Contrary to some beliefs, vampires, like other night creatures, can move about by day. ‘

‘ The vampire bat must consume ten times its own weight in fresh blood each day. ‘

‘ Gentlemen, we’re not fighting some disease here. ‘

‘ It stalks us for some dread purpose I do not yet comprehend. ‘

‘ Vampires do exist. ‘

‘ This one we fight, this one we face. ‘

‘ It is here that we must find him and destroy him utterly. ‘

‘ We’ve all become God’s Madmen. All of us. ‘

‘ I was disappointed we could not marry before his departure. ‘

‘ I am happy that he got sent on this important assignment. ‘

‘ I am longing to hear all the news. ‘

‘ It must be so nice to see strange countries. ‘

‘ I wonder if we, I mean [name] and I, shall ever see them together… ‘

‘ I love you! Oh, God forgive me, I do! ‘

‘ Can a man and a woman really do…that? ‘

‘ I admit that her free way of speaking shocks me sometimes. ‘

‘ I wish I were as pretty and as adored as she. ‘

‘ The truth is that I admire [name], and I’m not surprised that men flock around her. ’

‘ You’ve been so good to me.   ‘

‘ I know that [name] harbored secret desires for you. ‘

‘ I understood at last how my love could release us all from the powers of darkness. ‘

‘ Our love is stronger than death.  ‘

‘ I too know what men desire.. ‘

‘ You’ve got to love him, and marry him right then and there. ‘

‘ And I want you to take this, my sister. ‘

‘ It’s my wedding gift to you. ‘

‘ Leave these others and come to me. ‘

‘ My arms are hungry for you, my darling.   ‘

‘ Kiss me and caress me, my darling husband, please… ‘

‘ You are my love… and my life, always. ‘

‘ I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul. ‘

‘ I said nothing of my fears, as he will read them, no doubt. ‘

‘ I know now that I am a prisoner. ‘

‘ I just want to cut off her head and take out her heart. ‘

‘ I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love. ‘

‘ These may be the last words I write in this journal. ‘

‘ I have a part to play in a story that is not known to me. ‘

‘ I will try one last time today to escape to the water. ‘

‘ [name] has left me with these women, these devils of the pit. ‘

‘ They drain my blood to keep me weak, barely alive so I cannot escape. ‘

‘ She lives beyond the grace of God, a wanderer in the outer darkness. ‘

‘ These creatures do not die like the bee after the first sting, but instead grow strong.   ‘

‘ He can appear as mist, as vapour, as fog, and vanish at will. ‘

‘ Now all these things [name] can do, but he is not free. ‘

‘ Ahh, listen to them! What sweet music they make! ‘

‘ I would watch my colonial tongue if I were you. ‘

‘ You will, I trust, excuse me if I do not join you. ‘

‘ It’s not true. I too can love, and I will love again.  ‘

‘ Those marks on her throat. No disease, I’m sure the blood loss occurred there. ‘

‘ Will you cut off my head and drive a stake through my heart as you did poor [name], you murdering bastard?! ‘
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hersheyhipster:

the-pareidolia-paradigm:

you have been visited by the seven magic dragon ballsyour biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

Couldn’t risk it.

didn’t realize they change colors. now I know o gotta wish.

THIS SHIT IS REAL I GOT THE JOB I WAS NUTS ABOUT BC I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAYmaybe it’s a coinkidink but it okay just take the necessary steps to achieve what you’re wishing for and YOU CAN DO IT

Dragon Balls are always a reblog for me

Just cause I love dragon ball
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I had this…idea….the idea is that jean is covering the insomnian red carpet with dino or someone. the king is there, the prince is there, prompto is there as noctis’ plus one, all the nobles and people are there.

and jean is there with his camera snapping shots of the outfits. and its normal.

and then a barrier separates him from his reporter buddies. and gilgamesh appears. jean dodges just in time to avoid being sliced in half.

his camera isn’t so lucky.

the area has gone chaotic, people are being evacuated, the glaive and crownsguard are surrounding the barrier and cor is in front of the king and clarus because cor-

cor recognizes the blademaster. but gilgamesh isn’t paying attention to cor, instead the blademasters attention is solely on what seems to be a very pissed off reporter.

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@sparklecryptid

“Once upon a time, there were two brothers, and the older was a king.” Jean’s voice is flat and to the point.

In other circumstances, this tale would be - significantly different. Oh, the content would be the same, but he’d spin a more elaborate story, full of teasing details and taunting truths. But right now? Jean is pissed off.

He’s angry. At Gilgamesh, at this whole bloody evening, at the way it’s taking everything he can muster to stand without crumbling into a tiny heap and screaming at the pain racking through each muscle and joint. He’s infuriated at the way Regis and the whole bloody High Council of Lucis are staring at him.

(He can’t look at the Glaive contingent. He can’t bear to see Nyx’s face.)

“The older brother was the First King of Lucis, and Gilgamesh Amicitia was his sworn Shield. Except when the First King’s younger brother launched a coup and stole his crown, the Blademaster sided with the usurper who erased his brother’s name from the history books and took the credit for everything he’d ever done.”

Jean felt his face twist in a sneer. “But a Shield lives as long as his king does, and when the First King was cursed with immortality by the Astrals because he actually tried to find another option then suicide, the sword-ghost was trapped on Eos. May his spirit stay under the Crag and trouble us not.” The last few words are a hiss as the purple-haired man glared at the sky.

“Two thousand years, and I wonder if he’s ever even considered that he might have done the wrong thing when he betrayed his friend. Father deserved better.”
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On dA I gave that picture the name “Corepoint” - it’s a silly pun but in the end I think it’s not that far from the truth because Cor is the anchor point for the remaining glaives in Insomnia.

Made in XNALara, render in Blender Cycles and edits in Photoshop!
All Models © by their respective owner’s! Fanart only! No copyright infringement intended!

@sparklecryptid @notavodkashot @theotherguysride
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DW Meme 2.0 | Nine scenes [4/9]
“I don’t understand? Are you kidding? Me?”

@charlottedabookworm
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Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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sparklecryptid:

I had this…idea….the idea is that jean is covering the insomnian red carpet with dino or someone. the king is there, the prince is there, prompto is there as noctis’ plus one, all the nobles and people are there.

and jean is there with his camera snapping shots of the outfits. and its normal.

and then a barrier separates him from his reporter buddies. and gilgamesh appears. jean dodges just in time to avoid being sliced in half.

his camera isn’t so lucky.

the area has gone chaotic, people are being evacuated, the glaive and crownsguard are surrounding the barrier and cor is in front of the king and clarus because cor-

cor recognizes the blademaster. but gilgamesh isn’t paying attention to cor, instead the blademasters attention is solely on what seems to be a very pissed off reporter.

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“Once upon a time, there were two brothers, and the older was a king.” Jean’s voice is flat and to the point.

In other circumstances, this tale would be - significantly different. Oh, the content would be the same, but he’d spin a more elaborate story, full of teasing details and taunting truths. But right now? Jean is pissed off.

He’s angry. At Gilgamesh, at this whole bloody evening, at the way it’s taking everything he can muster to stand without crumbling into a tiny heap and screaming at the pain racking through each muscle and joint. He’s infuriated at the way Regis and the whole bloody High Council of Lucis are staring at him.

(He can’t look at the Glaive contingent. He can’t bear to see Nyx’s face.)

“The older brother was the First King of Lucis, and Gilgamesh Amicitia was his sworn Shield. Except when the First King’s younger brother launched a coup and stole his crown, the Blademaster sided with the usurper who erased his brother’s name from the history books and took the credit for everything he’d ever done.”

Jean felt his face twist in a sneer. “But a Shield lives as long as his king does, and when the First King was cursed with immortality by the Astrals because he actually tried to find another option then suicide, the sword-ghost was trapped on Eos. May his spirit stay under the Crag and trouble us not.” The last few words are a hiss as the purple-haired man glared at the sky.

“Two thousand years, and I wonder if he’s ever even considered that he might have done the wrong thing when he betrayed his friend. Father deserved better.”
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Some witches once told me
The throne was gonna hold me.
I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed.
They were looking kind of weird
They were women but with beards
And they said there’d be a crown upon my head.

See a dagger coming and it won’t stop coming
Home to my wife and we murder King Duncan
Didn’t make sense not to live for the crown
Your cred goes up but your mind goes down.

So much to plot, so much to scheme
So what’s wrong with taking the king’s seat?
You’ll never know if you don’t go
You’ll never shine till you kill Banquo.

Hey now, you’re a Scot star, get your kilt on, go slay
Hey now, Thane of Cawdor, get the show on, this play
And all the witches agree
None of women born can harm thee.

@elenothar
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PSA:

Fanfic is a gift written in an author’s spare time. Don’t like it? Then it’s not a gift for you. Put it back and move on.
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Waistcoat worn by Charles Edward Stuart (”Bonnie Prince Charlie”), 1727-60

From National Museums Scotland

@morgynleri

May I ask for your opinion on the embroidery?
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Walking into rarepair hell like
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The problems with being in rare pair hell

Being so obsessed with a ship but there’s barely any content so you either have to suffer in silence or make content yourself

99.9% of the people in the fandom don’t ship it or don’t even know what you’re talking about

“HELP I NEED FANFICTION-”

“These two were made for each other why does nobody ship them”

Looking for fanfiction of it on FanFiction.Net and only finding somewhere between 1-6 stories.

Virtually no fan art
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They then ask Ace and Ace pauses then hisses out a single word and digs for his phone.

“Uncle,” Ace hisses someone on the other end of the line picks up, “Uncle you jackass. You trained Nyx to be a Shield didn’t you?!” Something is said on the other end, Ace shakes his head, “No! I don’t need a Shield- I’m not that reckless- the thing with the Mutant Dualhorn happened once- Fuck off Uncle- No, screw you, I’m hanging up now.”

“Stealth training?” Nyx guesses.

“Yes.”

“Figures,” silence then, “You do need a Shield you know, you’re too reckless for your own good.”

“I handle myself just fine.”

Nyx just stares at him, Ace stares back, Clarus is remembering a very similar conversation he had with Regis.

Ah, the joys of Shielding.
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between-stars-and-waves:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

itsalburton:

tiergan-vashir:

chocolatechiprincess:

biglawbear:

richardalexanderrr:

lmfao

WAIT ISN’T THIS ONE OF THOSE THINGS WHERE MAMA TIGERS PRETEND TO GET SCARED BY THEIR BABIES TO TEACH THEIR BABIES HOW TO HUNT AND GIVE THEM CONFIDENCE

Like you can see Mama Tiger has her ears pointed back to where Baby is so clearly she knows her baby’s back there and is listening in that direction

GOD THIS IS SO CUTE

YOURE DOING GREAT SWEETIE

SUCH A FEROCIOUS SMOL

I love how the cub jolts a little when mom overreacts, as if thinking “Shit, are you ok??”

“BOO!”

(SCREMS)

“OH NO MOM ARE U OKAY”

So adorable

They did not mean to do their mom a real bad frighten there <3

@sparklecryptid

…why am I suddenly seeing people’s reactions as Cor trains Aeon?
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That City of Angels/Wings of Desire AU. 😁😁😁
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hamelin-born:

sparklecryptid:

I had this…idea….the idea is that jean is covering the insomnian red carpet with dino or someone. the king is there, the prince is there, prompto is there as noctis’ plus one, all the nobles and people are there.

and jean is there with his camera snapping shots of the outfits. and its normal.

and then a barrier separates him from his reporter buddies. and gilgamesh appears. jean dodges just in time to avoid being sliced in half.

his camera isn’t so lucky.

the area has gone chaotic, people are being evacuated, the glaive and crownsguard are surrounding the barrier and cor is in front of the king and clarus because cor-

cor recognizes the blademaster. but gilgamesh isn’t paying attention to cor, instead the blademasters attention is solely on what seems to be a very pissed off reporter.

Keep reading

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“Once upon a time, there were two brothers, and the older was a king.” Jean’s voice is flat and to the point.

In other circumstances, this tale would be - significantly different. Oh, the content would be the same, but he’d spin a more elaborate story, full of teasing details and taunting truths. But right now? Jean is pissed off.

He’s angry. At Gilgamesh, at this whole bloody evening, at the way it’s taking everything he can muster to stand without crumbling into a tiny heap and screaming at the pain racking through each muscle and joint. He’s infuriated at the way Regis and the whole bloody High Council of Lucis are staring at him.

(He can’t look at the Glaive contingent. He can’t bear to see Nyx’s face.)

“The older brother was the First King of Lucis, and Gilgamesh Amicitia was his sworn Shield. Except when the First King’s younger brother launched a coup and stole his crown, the Blademaster sided with the usurper who erased his brother’s name from the history books and took the credit for everything he’d ever done.”

Jean felt his face twist in a sneer. “But a Shield lives as long as his king does, and when the First King was cursed with immortality by the Astrals because he actually tried to find another option then suicide, the sword-ghost was trapped on Eos. May his spirit stay under the Crag and trouble us not.” The last few words are a hiss as the purple-haired man glared at the sky.

“Two thousand years, and I wonder if he’s ever even considered that he might have done the wrong thing when he betrayed his friend. Father deserved better.”

When Jean is finished, when the story is done spins on his heel and heads toward the door without looking back. He can’t bear to see the faces of his friends so he doesn’t look at the Glaives as he walks by them. Doesn’t look at them until someone reaches out and grasps his arm.

Jean stills, and tilts his head upward to look Drautos in the eye.

“I suggest,” Jean says, “That you let me go.”

“The King would like to speak to you.”

“What the King wants is none of my concern,” Jean says, “I need not listen to the words of a traitor’s son.” Jean could warp out of there, but the thought of warping to his father exhausts him. He had used so much magic during his fight with Gilgamesh that he doesn’t know if he could warp without being in more pain than he already is.

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ardyn has a son au ▸  mannn i can just see regis and clarus being; shocked; to say the least; and they want to know more ▸  they want to know what actually happened; if jean is telling the truth; they want to know their side of the story ▸  and neither ardyn nor jean are in the mood to explain ▸  jean is in pain; bone deep sharp pain ▸  and ardyn just  wants to make sure that his son is okay ▸  nyx hasn’t broken parade rest; but he couldn’t keep his eyes off jean as jean told the story ▸  as the wounds on jean; wounds that should have been fatal; disappeared; healed themselves ▸  nyx is an Emotion at the moment ▸  as is crowe ▸  crowe wants to run up to jean and demand answers demand explainations

@sparklecryptid @theotherguysride

Regis isn’t Jean’s king. That distinction belongs solely to the man standing beside him - Ardyn is the only individual, in this life or any other, that Jean would accept as his monarch. It makes it - easier, to ignore the gawping faces of the Insomnians, how even now members of the armed forces are slowly creeping into position.

“Shiva, Bahamut, or Somnus.” Jean doesn’t pay the rest of the hall any mind as he speaks to his father. “The Blademaster hasn’t left the Crag since he died, and only those three could compel his obedience. The grinding ice likes playing games, but the flying lizard uses people as pawns, and the Mystic might be petty enough to try.” He snorts. There’s something fractionally lighter in the curl of his father’s lips, and Jean presses on, emboldened.

Ardyn always likes it when Jean manages to solve a puzzle, to unpick the corners and fine details and lay his analyses at his father’s feet. “Assuming that they possess a modicum of sense, the goal would have to be the complete and utter demolition of our private lives and identities.” The younger man’s voice is merciless as he unravels the web. “Gilgamesh would only have been able to kill me.“ Left unsaid was the understanding that it wouldn’t have resulted in a permanent death. 

There is a hand on his shoulder, comfort and support and pride in one, and Jean leans into his father like a flower leans towards the sun. “It was probably aimed at me.” Jean admits softly. “I had more to lose. I had a life here. I liked my life here. I liked - taking photos and writing articles. Visiting libraries. Reading books. I had friends.” Past tense. He’s not sentimental enough to think that friendship, even that which lingered on the edge of being something more, can persist in the face of such revelations.

Jean, after all, is entirely monstrous. 

It will probably be Niflheim, from now on. The King and Council know his identity, and they will not let him be. Tenebrae is boring, and Accordio - well. Accordio is a possibility. Accordio or Niflheim. If it’s Niflheim, though - “Can I kill the Emperor the next time he insults you?”
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I LOVE IT. Newt sensing Percival is his mate, somehow, and fussing all over him because he’s super protective of him and he wants to meet him but Percival won’t wake up. Newt curling into his animagus form - a wolf pup - and strumbling on Percival’s bed to curl up next to him and keep watch in his sleep. Newt, in human form, growling instinctively when humans try to touch Percival and heal him, even if he knows they’re only trying to help. Newt softly caressing Percival’s hair, wishing desperately his mate would return the gesture. Newt starting to build a nest in his case, for them to snuggle together once Percival feels better, hoping Percival will accept him. If only he’d wake up. 
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funkzpiel:

The Swooping Evil sprung forward, but as it twisted itself in dark loops around the director’s body, it captured nothing but smoke as the man quickly disapparated to the mouth of a nearby tunnel and took off.

“He’s getting away!” An auror shouted, but Newt and Tina were already sprinting into the dark after the man.

“Stop!” Tina shouted, and ahead all they heard was a sinister chuckle.

Newt’s ears felt plugged by the sound of thundering footsteps in the tunnel and the ragged staccato of heavy breathing as the chase led them deeper and deeper into the bowels of New York’s forgotten subway system.

“Up, get up,” they heard someone hiss – far enough away for it to barely be more than a whisper. They felt a hum of energy sprawl through the room ahead, then a series of heavy clanging, and finally when they rushed in they found themselves face to face with not just one director, but two.

Both men appeared bloody and well out of sorts; nothing at all like the man that they had been following. But if one of them was hiding beneath a glamor of injuries it was practically impossible to tell.

But it was obvious that Grindelwald was a master of transfiguration. If no one caught his farce for what it was before, they most certainly had no better chance of doing so now – not through any dedication of magic used.

Tina gasped, eyes darting between them; concerned that between the two of them, one of them very much was suffering from those injuries. 

They both were struggling to stumble to their feet, their ankles and wrists both haloed with crumbled shackles that had been very recently removed. Their limbs were ringed with bruises from the metal, their eyes sunken and dark, their lips split with red. Frail, shaking. Dying.

One of them took a huge, shuttering breath through his nose just as the President swept into the room, her auror’s flanking out around them.

“Sera,” he croaked, “I-It’s me. You have to–”

He was cut off by a feral, if slurred, growl as the other Graves used whatever remaining power he had to throw himself at the man – eyes wild – and begin to punch him. The hits were weak, but they were fast and clawed and dirty. 

The President snorted and pointed, “That’s Graves.”

Tina blinked owlishly.

“Are you certain we should jump to conclusions so quickly?” She began, but Seraphina was already shaking her head.

“The Graves I know doesn’t like to waste breath. He’d never bother trying to convince us it’s him if he had the opening to beat the shit out of the man who stole his life. That’s Graves.”

Newt blinked, watching as the aurors pulled Graves off his steadily transforming doppelgänger. 

“Get off me,” he howled, eyes fastened on Grindelwald, “I’m not done yet!”

Seraphina chuckled, pulled out a long cigarette and lit it.

“You were saying, Ms. Goldstein?”

@aethelar
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Update I just got an opportunity to make exactly $115 and i’m not kidding so like. Reblog to make $115.

Idk what I have to lose at this point
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@hamelin-born​ asked: I feel like worldbuilding - would you be interested in giving me a gramander prompt to expand on?

@funkzpiel​: YES. Hmmmmmm… Newt is actually a Changling that copied Child!Newt’s form when said child died from becoming an Obscurial. Percy ends up in Wonderland and Newt is part of Wonderland in some way. Royalty AU where Character A is King to Be, but taken away/kidnapped/etc etc and Character B is either charged with retrieving them (or stumbles accidentally upon them). ASSASSINS AU. Oh Oh OH Angel AU. Ghost AU. Spy AU. (THROWS AUs AT YOU)

I didn’t expect such an enthusiastic response! But - well. The thing about angel AUs?

“Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.“ - Macbeth, William Shakespeare.

(Also, to anyone reading this, please don’t kill me for what’s probably going to be an extremely fictionalized interpretation of Christian Mythology. Warnings for - I dunno, blasphemy? Maybe torture?)

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@aethelar
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stabilizedinsanity:

the-writers-ramblings:

solthree:

“From what I’ve seen, your funny little happy-go-lucky little life leaves devastation in its wake. Always moving on because you dare not look back. Playing with so many people’s lives, you might as well be a god. And you’re right, Doctor. You’re absolutely right. Sometimes… you let one go.”

#ahhh #you see this is my dark doctor #not eleven who is afraid of his capacity for darkness and the sucking; tidal loneliness within him that could swallow worlds #not ten whose darkness was all rage and mania—the cold-burning anger that condemned the family of blood or threatened to rip time #because he was Time Lord Victorious and it was his right #but nine #glorious nine #who is so comfortable with dealing out death that he thinks nothing of it; you cannot flinch from what you are #nine can smile and lightly talk about sparing one life; maybe two; because the dead of the time war slide off the scale and what is one more #world compared to that? #he is so steeped in horror it has become mundane for him (the first horror is the horror; the second is accepting it) #nine who emerged from the Time War the only colossus in a universe of ants #but rather than choosing to crush them beneath his heel because what is one more world? #he happens to be kind #because if you happen to be kind enough; if you choose not to step and snuff out their tiny lives enough times #maybe you can work your way back to being a good man #a fool’s errand #but a good fool #doctor who (notbecauseofvictories)

In short, don’t skip nine.

Always my Doctor. 

@charlottedabookworm

Both Arydn and Nyx - although for Nyx, it’s more something that pops up when he’s in a very, very depressed/self-destructive mood. And Ardyn, when he’s absolutely convinced that he’s beyond repentance.
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