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[likeacharacterinamusical]

@fracturedechoes

Another long day's work, this time spent preventing the robbery of one of the universe's most well-known and influential banks, left the Doctor with a vague headache as she approached the TARDIS. There was no murder, no destruction of peoples or planets, this time.

There was no memory wipe.

"I can't tell you how happy I am to see you," the Doctor breathed as she drew the key. "A nice, long bath and a glass of wine sound just lovely."

[christopherwilde]

tired, but i’m facing it

[cyberdragoninfinity]

yeah tumblr can have this one too

[asmrrpaddict]

I saw someone post their fandom list earlier and it made me think, I haven’t posted a good list in a while. So, here is a pic of my current artists I’ve been listening to most. The only one that isn’t a typical asmrtist is Bliss Ilaira, that channel is mostly My Hero Academia text stories, but they still have a “listener” character.

These are all genuinely wonderful creators who have hours of upon hours of fantastic immersive content! I recommend every single one of them! They all have a wide variety of audios with characters I adore!!! I know a few of them are here on Tumblr, please check them out!!! I know there are a lot, but my name has addict in it for a reason! 🤣

[cinderflower]

Truth and Blood 🩸 (one-sided MohgMiq) Chapter 6: Catacombs

Mohg took the expensive dagger Galarr extended out to him, admiring it as he ran a thumb over the edge of its freshly sharpened blade. "A war is already filled with senseless death; tell me, what opportunity does a murderer find in war?" "The desperate. The hopeless. The faithless," the man grinned. "People like me, well, I give 'em hope. A new purpose. Like you and your Mother of Truth." Communions held through open veins and bloodied hands.

You can read it on Ao3 here!

[burning-academia-if]

Would you say the song Promise by Laufey is fitting for Rook?

I think it feels too gentle and earnest of a song for him. I always associate anything with him being chaotic or erring towards being self deprecating lmaO

I can definitely see the vision though

[clonehub]

see this smile he's giving saw? you see this?

[kagiura-akira]

Putting this on record... Hirano Taiga makes me ill 🥵🫩

[quadrell]

I must speed through the horrors (new chapters post-weird route) so I can throw myself into the dr tag without fear

[cosmicpanda14]

[REDACTED] update! ✨

👨🏻‍🔬 SCP Foundation AU | Creek centric | Dr. Craig/anomaly Tweek

This chapter has:

- Craig being a dick

- A concerning amount of crab people

-O5 Council appearance

- Kyle getting yelled at

⚠Plz heed the Content Warnings

[hvllowheart]

cheeseburger anon. if still ure still taking prompts from that list!!! i have one…

“ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much” with atlas perhaps?? pretty please

"I didn't think it would come to this, you know," Atlas says, tone soft. As soft as the hand they have cupped around your cheek. To hold. To soothe. A little bit of both you suppose, as you feel your thoughts scatter across the floor like debris of a blown apart building. You feel a little like one. Blown to bits, barely able to stand if it weren't for Atlas holding you up.

You swallow, hide a wince as blood dribbles out the side of your mouth. It joins the rest of it by your jaw. Down your chest.

Breathing hurts. As does everything else. The slight breeze on your bared flesh. Your clothes, torn to shreds and sticking to your skin all at once. The hold Atlas has on you despite them wanting to make it gentle. Gentleness was never their forte though. The thought almost cracks you up, but the pain lacing through your chest stops you before it can.

It's better that way. Easier. To take the moment for what it is. An end. A beginning. Something in between that's really just you saying goodbye in the worst possible way Atlas could have imagined. An end and a beginning for you and them.

"The first time I met you--," they begin, tone watery. As wet as their eyes as they look at you. "I remember your look, you know. You were hell-bent on not trusting me."

They run a thumb over your cheek. The drying blood. Your tears mixing with it.

"Maybe you were right in the end." Their thumb stops. Comes to rest on your lips. To feel how air slowly leaves your lungs. How every breath turns slower. Fainter.

"I had no idea you'd mean this much," they confess. Eyes slow to return to yours. When they do, they allow their tears to slip. To hover on the sharp edge of their jaw before they wipe them away, motion rough. To spare you. Or them. From more pain. From something they did to you.

[campbyler]

i’ve decided that the worst possible punishment for the loser of the bet is confessing his feelings for the winner. imagine the humiliation for either of them of not only losing the counselor competition but also being the first one to admit that they don’t absolutely despise the other and may even L word them. (hint: the L word here is not loser)

the winner would be so absolutely smug it would be insufferable hilarious and adorable all wrapped into one. that’s all :3

the l word in question is actually LOATHE. jk jk but you’re so right wayli that would be TERRIBLE! i hope it doesn’t play out that way!

[deus-ex-mona]

a n y w a y s wake me up on june 17 for the chizuren date chapter—

[6thofapril1917]

you know who sarie would be best friends with? jyn erso

[dangerousaudino]

manifesting Meg/aphro crumbs in hades 2 (delusional)

[likeacharacterinamusical]

@thedoctornumber11 // con't

"It means that I am incredibly difficult to work with," the Doctor countered, giving him a pointed look.