#Thread 11

[enduringdevotion]

Ripples Become Waves ||@bloodicdfeathers||

It'd been a couple weeks since the rain, since the meeting in the toxic rain. Of them bonding and somewhat dancing around whatever it was Nicholas and Xuanyu has become. They'd grown close, he'd stolen the other's hand whenever he could, sitting close to him to just feel his heat, hell, Nicholas even stole little kisses here and there just to see the other blush.

Though they'd break away whenever the 'parents' came around. It was beginning to irritate him. Xuanyu was yet to properly move in and he didn't even sleep in the house, just crashed in the back yard. It felt safer, somehow.

So he'd finally asked Xuanyu on a date. Took a page out of Nai's book and suggested an aquarium. He's never seen fish before, even since being here beyond films. So, in his newly made shawl with the very same flowers suggested by Xuan, a half corset, open long-sleeve rolled up, tight pants laced up the side of his legs and his slightly heeled boots, he prepares for what he hopes is a good day.

With his phone secured, keys, ride ready to be ordered - which was also a new and frightening thing - and a good chunk of change on his card, he was ready.

Knocking on the door shouldn't be so nerve wracking. Nor should standing there with bouquet of forget-me-nots, blue roses and Bethlehem’s stars. The beautiful, unattainable hope he yearned for that the other brought, that feeling of rebirth, a cleansing he wasn't quite ready to fully see himself, but he could feel.

He felt stupid, face warming as he shifted on his feet, forcing himself to calm, to slow. No gun, no devil rain, no war, no desert, no shitty Aunts. Just he, Xuanyu and hopefully, some fish.

[toa-masquerade]

You feel a little out of place.

What does one even do in these kind of events? You wander around the edges of the dance floor as to not get in the way of any esteemed dancers ready to show off their skills.

There... should be some food here no? You decide to start there, perhaps someone else is in the same position that you are, so at least it will be easier to strike up some sort of conversation.

[the-candle-slime]

*two red eyes peer at you from the dark in the woods, their teeth chatter slightly*

W-what are you..?

-@the-lost-hidden

*I yelp a bit and jump back*

I c-could ask the same to you...?

[deathxproof]

@eclecticshenanigans liked for a starter!

The Master wad, admittedly, still adjusting to the new-old body. The Rory-body. And if there was one person- one specific Doctor, even- that he did not want to explain the Rory-situation to… He was staring right at him. Because the Master almost answered to that bloody name, even. Rory, Rory, Rory…

He was staring at him dumbly, even, with his mouth open a little and eyes wide. “… Sorry. Wrong guy.” Try as he might, avoiding the Doctor was never his strong suit…

He glances behind himself- trying to see if his TARDIS was close enough to run off to. It wasn’t. He looks back at the Doctor awkwardly.

“… Would you believe all of this is a really funny accident? Orr…” he starts, chuckling weakly, even if it doesn’t land. He sighs, and changes direction. “… Oh, come on, wipe that look off your face. You know who I am. Don’t act like you didn’t miss me a little.” Because he had to know who he was, right?

[fangsanddaggers]

Astarion sat back as he tried to process it. It was too much. He giggled, the sound light, frantic, soon blooming into a cackling laugh as mania crawled into his veins. This was it. With a parasite in his head, moss on his skin and a curse he's lived for two hundred years, it's sleep that will claim him at long last.

"Oh, oh of course I couldn't be happy. Of course I'm not allowed to smile and enjoy life." The words are high pitched, tilting between manic humor and bitter agony. "Just when I felt like I could truly smile, I get infested by evil spores! Of all the things to kill me it's moss! Not turning into a Mind Flayer, not being mauled to death by my master after pissing him off for the last time, not decapitation by vampire hunters, no... No it's fucking moss."

It's a lot for him, claws raking along his arm, a hand coming to his face to mar his cheek and just beneath his ear as he seemingly tried to hold his head together. His eye twitched as Jeremiah writhed in his head, trying to speak to the elf but he couldn't hear over the wretched sensations of vile emotions pulsing through his living corpse.

"I'm torn between hiding from Roberto and spending as much time as I can before I die with him." Finally, the emotions settled on sorrow and grief as he hung his head, propping it up with his hand as he fights back sobs.

"Fuck... Why do the gods hate us?"

"What? No I--" Legato falls silent, unable to think of anything to say. In all likelihood, yes, they were both going to die from this infection that was taking hold of the Isle. People fell asleep and didn't wake up, and if that wasn't clear enough death then Legato doesn't know what death is anymore.

"It is... possible. They may discover the trick to getting rid of it first. Or they may not." A bit brutal in his bluntness but, well, what's the point in trying to make it sound nice? "I do not know the rules of this place. Death may not be a permanent thing here but... I haven't died yet to know." He chuckles bitterly and runs a hand through his hair.

"I knew in the other place. I don't recall lasting a week. But it may be different here. If I knew..." If he knew he'd just kill himself and get it over with to avoid the horror the moss reportedly brought its victims.

"I'm sorry." The last bit is quiet, aggrieved. He doesn't want Astarion to suffer. He doesn't want to suffer. None of this is fair but he's so very used to that, isn't he? Aren't they both?

[expectiations]

I still find it funny that people call eleven a "deadbeat husband" and their marriage "toxic" but twelve is the "perfect husband" and their marriage "wedded bliss" all because of the few moments we'd seen between 11 and River were them being "toxic". yes of course! let's ignore how the minisodes show how that description isn't true and even how little moments in the episodes themselves – "what? that's it?" (why haven't you kissed me goodbye? are you being sly on purpose so I'd kiss you first?) and "they wouldn't bury my wife out here" and the music room is the heart of the home and it's not a ghost story, it's a love story – show 11 cared and put in the work and yes, they're going to have disagreements like the ones in TATM because duh who doesn't but it does not mean it is the entirety of their relationship but people have taken it and made it the entirety of their relationship.

[raphael-angele]

[daincrediblegg]

Guys you have to start going to brick and mortar stores again instead of buying every little damn thing online. I am so serious

[moonrvsh]

forbidden fruit

[cometconnector]

do you guys like my new pfp

hii werewolf tommy kinard.. welcome to my brain..

[bookshopsandtea]

I MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN TO DRAW SOMETHING TODAY

Have them relaxing in the hotel

[wikihowhowtoexist]

ghh. please dont flop. please dont flop. please don

this took like 203 layers. and 13 hours and 30 minutes btw. irlk it was like 2-3weeks

but uhh it doesnt look that official iguess. who carez

jhere lemme show you like two easter eggs i put there actually:3

this ones pretty obvious id.say

just reffering to how timekeeper is croissant

okay so no. coffee candy isnt crying at nothing. HGEEDLP

if you recognize the lobby theyre in. uyes its the witches kitchen. and you can see matilda(the witch from cr) (search her up) hand slightly. thats becasue, tk felt silly , trapped baugette and coffee candy in the witches kitchen and made them run away from . their death!

right as the witch was about to grab therm both. tk was like 'oops this went too far' and then bought them back to the present timeline! teehee

also the picture . thats floating kinda. is a hc that. string and croi were. childhood besties... hgh,,,,

[pheasant-lvr]

Im never vague posting as grefgor again you used my powers for evil

But that reminded me i need to add pepper AND grefgor to the bathroy residence later

DJSDNKJFNK listen im just a silly guy and i have done no wrong (i keep reading it and just loosing it this can not be real)

OH YES!! you should do that ALSO maybeee deacon?? perhaps.

[lesbiananya]

who would ever hurt you now has over 400 bookmarks! how lovely!

[toa-masquerade]

"You know, all these people... it's kind of exciting, don't you think?"

The masked figure's voice echoed strangely in the water, each syllable trailing like whispers through the currents. Sunlight fractured against the surface above, casting mosaics of light upon the ocean floor where distant figures drifted and swayed in languid rhythm.

He paused in his steps—or what one might call steps in the water—and twirled with a grace that seemed unbound by gravity. Gloved hands reached out, fingertips brushing against a patch of seagrass where a littoral fish hid, silver scales catching glimmers of light. Yet, some magic—something woven between the fabric of his gloves and the water itself—kept him from fully grasping it. The fish darted away with a flick of its tail, leaving only a trail of bubbles in its wake.

A frown ghosted his lips, fleeting but unmistakable, before it melted away into a smile—bright and boyish, as if he were a youth caught dancing in the rain.

"Oh, I didn't see you there." His voice held a lilting cadence, each word buoyed by the water's embrace. His hand extended outward, palm upturned, gloved fingers splayed in invitation. "Would you like to dance?"

[crystal-verse]

where are thy

horns, wolpertinger?

wherefore hast thou

become

a skvader?

hast thy

head grown heavy

with thy tears

and hollow heart?

forget not your

wrath, wolpertinger.

raise thy head.

tis not thine

time to die,

nor thine time

to break,

yet.

reclaim thy

horned crown

and singeth

you

of stars

and the beauties

thine eyes

hast seen