HOT TAKE but I'm okay with it being out of spite. Because if it is spite, it isn't "you told me not to harm him so I made him a vampire" spite.
It's "you stayed with me for 77 years to spite Lestat. Because he couldn't stand to see you spend eternity with another lover. Well guess what Louis? Now YOU can spend eternity seeing ME with another lover, your precious fascinating boy!"
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Hi there, I hope you're doing well 😭 ❤️
I don't mean to bother you with this so please ignore if it makes you uncomfortable, but I was wondering if there's any Dottore piece in the works or if you're planning any in the future or something (any crumb will do KSNDJDBEHSJ) I love your writing and have been reading your fanfics a few times aha :"D
Have a good day, and I hope this doesn't come off rude! p(^-^)q much love!
In the works I have the Dottore halloween fic (one of the drafts I'm eyeing rn) and a modern au one as well!
My phone notes are kinda filled with incoherent concepts and rambles about him bc for the longest time I'd get ideas right before bed, or I'd wake up at 2am for some reason and I'd have Inspiration lol
Most of those are either too short or incoherent to really share, or I intend to actually turn them into fics at some point. I do have one that I'll share though bc I'm unsure where/what to use it in since it's mostly just dialogue... idk
"None of what you're doing matters," You tell him.
"Oh?"
"You're human. And even if you manage to carve the humanity out of yourself, to become a god... to what end? Nothing is forever."
His smile is slow, purposeful. "Perhaps. Does it bring you comfort, then, to know that none of this matters?"
When you don't answer, he continues, standing up to take the seat next to the operating table where you lie, instead. "To know that you've suffered for nothing?"
His fingers tap playfully against your sternum, over freshly bandaged sutures, and you hiss in pain. He smiles wider.
It did, you think. Not the thought that your suffering was pointless-- malicious and cruel for the sake of itself-- but the thought that he'll be forgotten with time, as all things are. But there's a glint in his eye now, a look you don't like. The sentiment turns to ash on your tongue, souring in your chest.
"I think I'll take you with me," He says, after a beat. "Since it doesn't matter, in the end."
A tear slides down your cheek and he clicks his tongue, wiping it away with his thumb.
"I need you to understand something," He tells you as he stands from the seat again, going back to what he was doing on the other side of the room, "I will never let you go. Do you understand? You will never see the light of day again. This lab will be the last thing you'll ever see."
Dottore must see the disappointment in your eyes. He clicks his tongue again, feigning sympathy. "But perhaps if you're good, I'll bring you something from the surface. As a reward. Now be quiet; these next tests don't require you to speak, and I don't need your input."
You feel numb.
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brawler pussy would just be that one video of a guy shoving his entire head up someone's vagina 💀 he'd put a whole watermelon up that thang and serve freshly squeezed juice with- i should stop talking
This reminds me of that book I read called WOOM which I oddly feel like is something you'd be into if you like messages about ..............things.
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went to the paint department of the hardware store today
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i love you lychee i love you mango i love you passionfruit i love you rambutan i love you papaya i love you jackfruit i love you longan i love you mangosteen i love you dragonfruit i love you langsat i love you guava i love you tropical fruits!!!! 🧡🧡🧡
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There's something so interesting about FCG relying on a completely random binary response to questions that inherently have more complex answers. Something about this little robit falling back on a fundamental building block of programming despite being told they are more beautiful than a simple binary answer. Something about their need for a purpose and to help despite how it harms themself and others. Idk. There's just something so devastating about a living mechanical creature feeling so desperate that they can't look beyond zeros and ones.
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