#thank you so much for the starter

[mcflymemes]

use ask meme replies as starters. if starter calls stress you out, encourage your followers to send memes instead! that way you can pick and choose which meme suits you best, searching for the little sentence prompt in your inbox that most inspires you in the moment. at the same time, not every ask meme reply needs to be continued. sometimes they make better one-shots and drabbles, and that's okay! as long as you and your writing partners are having fun creating and telling stories together, that's all that matters!

[ageless-aislynn]

Angst! 16

Fluff! 13

Misc.! 16

And… for characters I’m going to throw out Kai, Alenko, and Soap. Do whatever pairings or friendships you’d like. Also I’m not gonna die if you choose not to use those characters. Or prompts. I dunno, I just wanna read your stuff man.

*glee* Thank you SO much for sending some prompts my way! These are all pretty short but mark my first time writing 2 of the 3 characters, so I'm just carefully dipping a toe in the COD and ME pools, lol!

Thanks so much again! 😎👍

Angst 16. “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish & Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

"You ought to see the other guy, Lt," Soap said with an unrepentant grin, unmarred by the fact his left eye was nearly swollen shut and he had a prominent cut on his lower lip.

Ghost sighed slightly behind his skull balaclava. "Sure I'll recognize him by all the bruises on his knuckles," he said dryly.

Fluff 13. Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Kaidan Alenko/Commander Shepard, Mass Effect (reader's choice as to whether it's male or female Shep 😉)

"Are you flirting with me?"

"You finally noticed?"

Kaidan squinted, several Commander Shepards swimming in front of him in the dim bar lighting, all wearing fondly amused expressions.

"You are flirting with me!" he stated as if having uncovered a core secret of the universe.

Shepard's smile broadened. "Think it's time to take you home and tuck you into bed."

"I'm going home with Cmdr. Shepard," he proclaimed loudly to the crowd around them. Several people raised a glass in good-natured salutes.

"Yeah, they know." Shepard got an arm around him, sliding him off the bar stool and onto his feet. "Most of them were at our wedding, after all."

Misc 16. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

Kai-125 & Vannak-134, Halo the series

"YOU SAID TO BE HONEST, STOP HITTING ME!"

John heard Kai's shout from the hallway outside of the Spartan quarters and shoved the door open to see—

He blinked. For a solid moment, he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing, actually. Kai vaulted over her own bed, being pursued hotly by Vannak.

"That wasn't honest," he said grimly. "You're just being mean."

"Look, it's not my fault that that penguin documentary was kinda lame and—"

"IT WAS NOT!" Vannak bellowed back and took a swing at her that would've definitely put a marine in the infirmary for a month, if not in the ground, permanently. For Kai, it would've at the very least mussed her hair. "Those penguins are adorable and—"

"Lame. Laaaaaame," she singsonged, ducking a flurry of punches, then doing a very impressive parkour run up the wall into a backflip that sent her soaring over the enraged Spartan's head.

"THEY'RE NOT LAME, YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

John looked over at Riz, who was calmly sitting at a nearby table, reading something on her padd. She met his gaze, shrugged, and then went back to reading.

They crisscrossed the room rapidly, with Vannak coming close to getting his hands on her but, ultimately, Kai would manage to slip away at the last second. The entire time, she continued to issue penguin insults that, for some reason, the other Spartan took extremely personally.

John opened his mouth, about to say… something. Then he gave a slight shake of his head.

"I have paperwork to do," he announced to no one. "Don't I, Cortana?"

"I can find you some, Chief."

"That would be great," he said and just turned around and walked away.

Sentence Starters

[talesofourworlds]

@mistralxsoul continued from here!

Today was, decidedly, a little bit strange. And even that felt like it was putting it mildly, Guy thought.

His travels had brought him to a city called Zaphias for the time being. It was a much needed break, considering everything he'd been helping to achieve back home. Finally putting a stop of Van's plans and concluding everything at the Absorption Gate hadn't been an easy task, after all. Even without that, he'd been kept plenty busy in Grand Chokmah in the immediate aftermath. Whether that be with walking Emperor Peony's rappigs or settling into his own life, it had been a busy time for Guy. Fortunately, the Emperor had understood his need for a break. Much the same as his friends would have, he imagined.

So far, the stay had been pleasant! Zaphis itself was a nice enough city, or at least was presenting itself to be. In some ways it reminded him of Baticul. That likely had to do with the way the city was structured, Guy concluded. Nobility higher up in the city and the rest of the citizenry further down. In turn, the similarities had reminded him of Luke.

Oh, Luke... he hoped his friend was doing okay now that he had a chance to try and figure out what to do with his life. Knowing his friend, though, that wouldn't be an easy task. So, Guy shook his head and decided to go about his day. Luke wouldn't want Guy to dwell on wondering what he was doing with himself, Guy decided.

Ever since he'd arrived in the city, though, people he had taken the time to talk to had kept mistaking him for someone else. Someone called Flynn, he'd gathered pretty quickly. First it had been some of the knights he'd seen, then just regular citizens. Each calling him that name. One particular man who'd had a dog with him had greeted Guy like they were old friends before realizing the mistake. He hadn't really understood it, but politely cleared up the confusion before the man and his dog were on their way again. Apparently the two had had somewhere they needed to be outside the city.

Still. To repeatedly get mistaken for someone? Strange...

"Whoever this 'Flynn' is must be pretty well liked," Guy concluded as he continued to walk. It was still bizarre, but he could brush it off. Still, as he started to make his way down one particular street, his mind wandered. People kept mistaking him for someone who, he imagined, must have looked remarkably similar to him. Back home, given everything that had happened before he'd decided to take his trip, there would have been an easy explanation. But surely that couldn't be the case here... right?

All too suddenly, Guy became aware of what sounded like a scuffle. The familiar sounds of someone in armor was among the mix. Guy figured it was one of the knights he'd run into earlier that day, and from the sound of it he thought maybe they had it handled. He could help, but as he started to turn his head to see just what was happening, it happened. A yelp first, then a sudden weight crashing into him.

The knight in question, a blond man with his hair styled in an oddly familiar way, had gotten knocked right into Guy. The additional weight of his armor added to the force to the collision made it, in a word, memorable. Guy's own yelp mingled with the knight's as he fell to the ground with the armored man on top of him, and for a few long moments he took in the pain. Not the worst thing he'd ever endured, Guy knew, but it still hadn't been pleasant to get knocked into.

Fortunately, the knight's apology reached him as he found himself being helped to sit up.

"Don't worry about it," Guy told him. "I'm just as much to blame since I wasn't paying attention." Then, he got a good look at the knight in question.

For a heartbeat, Guy was stunned into silence. It almost was like looking in a mirror when he really took in Flynn's features. From the way Flynn's hair was styled to his eye color, they looked eerily similar.

A replica...?

No... no, that couldn't be the case, Guy reasoned with himself. The more he looked, the more he noticed differences. Flynn seemed a little more youthful in his facial structure. His eyes were a slightly different shade of blue. His voice, too, Guy realized as he was asked if he was okay, was different.

Van hadn't replicated him. He couldn't have. Guy knew there was a possibility of everyone having a sort of twin in the world somewhere, but he never thought he'd actually be seeing living proof of that.

"Oh, yeah," Guy finally answered, giving his head a small shake. "I'm okay. A little sore, but I think I can manage. This is hardly the worst thing that could've happened." A light laugh punctuated the thought. Getting knocked over and having a man in armor fall on top of him certainly wasn't as bad as the pain he'd endured when the curse slot seal had been at its worst, after all.

He looked past Flynn for just a moment, noting the fallen dagger and the nick on Flynn's cheek.

"What about the guy you were after? Is it really all right to let him get away?" If he could, he wanted to help. It was the least Guy could do after what had just happened.

[feroluce]

Hello!! I came here because I was informed you had some Wriowinne headcanons and ramblings to share? Would it be alright for me to ask for some 👉👈 (or as much as you want to share please I'm desperate for food)

OH BOY DO I.

I feel you anon, I've been shipping them like...since the PV. So I've been stuck in utter absolute hell, getting nothing but father&daughter content from the fandom (shoutout to @hydrachea for being able to dual wield and letting me talk ship to her, light of my life fr weh). I'm hoping now that 4.1 has been out for a little bit, we'll get some more of them, though. I've dug through our dms, and found a hc that takes place after 4.1. So spoilers for that archon quest, but no leaks are involved!

Anyway, I love thinking about how close they cut it at the climax of 4.1, and the aftermath of it all.

Sigewinne somehow finding out what happened down there at the bottom of Meropide while she was evacuating the inmates, and like. She knows what the stakes were. The Primordial Seawater could not be allowed to rise. Clorinde made the right decision in shooting the gate lock. Even if it had killed Wriothesley, it still would have been the right decision.

That doesn't mean it's not a bitter pill to swallow.

Sigewinne can usually put it out of mind during the day, especially when she's busy treating patients, but it's harder when she's asleep. She dreams of the evacuation, and the alarm blaring, and waiting and waiting and waiting, and Clorinde walking past, alone, with her head down and her fists shaking, until Neuvilette finally approaches. Wriothesley isn't with him.

And Neuvilette's face doesn't really show much. It never does. But Sigewinne is close enough to the surface that she can hear the absolute downpour raging outside as Neuvilette tells her that he's sorry, he's so so sorry, and he gives her a gray and black and red coat, so soaked through with Primordial Seawater that he'd been afraid to let anyone else touch it, and the fur collar is matted and wet against Sigewinne's face when she clutches it close-

Sigewinne jolts awake, grasping at whatever is in her reach, which just happens to include Wriothesley's arm. His eyes almost immediately fly open, slurring out a mix of what's goin' on and what's wrong, and then a do we need to evacuate and poor Sigewinne, she feels awful. He hasn't been sleeping as well since the almost-flood, every little sound wakes him up now.

(There are nights where she'll wake up alone, and if she goes looking, she'll find Wriothesley, still in his sleep clothes and looking exhausted, down under their secret passage and staring at Neuvilette's seal over the sluice gate. Like he's keeping watch over it, or just daring it to try and do something.

Whenever she finds him like this, Sigewinne tells him to come on, come back to bed, and he'll keep his eye on it until the last possible second, but generally Wriothesley comes when called, and he'll let her lead him away. On his worse nights, he'll tell her to go back without him, he can't sleep anyway, he's going to stay down here for just a little while longer. He'll be back later. And she does occasionally go back to bed, but most of the time she stays, because she doesn't like the idea of him alone down there. Sigewinne will tuck herself into his side, or she'll get him to relax his guard just enough to lay with his head in her lap, and they'll stay there like that until Wriothesley finally decides he can bear to leave it alone and go back to bed with her.)

So with all that in mind, when she accidentally wakes him up, Sigewinne quickly gets her breathing back under control and pets his hair until he relaxes again. She tells him it's fine, everything is ok. Meropide is safe. Their home and everyone in it is safe. Go back to sleep. He needs his rest if he's going to go up to the overworld for supplies in the morning. She'll go sleep in the infirmary, she just had a nightmare, is all (the truth), it was nothing, she barely even remembers it anymore (a lie).

Sigewinne doesn't even make it out of bed, though, because when she tries to go, she finds her wrist suddenly caught. She turns back and Wriothesley is squinting up at her face, human night vision isn't nearly as good as a Mélusine's. They sit there like that for a moment, until she can see through the expression on his face that he's come to some sort of decision. Wriothesley pulls her back in and Sigewinne lets him, lets him rearrange them into something more comfortable. It's easy to give up when it's him, she didn't truly want to leave anyway. By the time he makes a satisfied little huff into her hair, Sigewinne is tucked under his chin, her face against his chest, one arm wrapped around her to keep her there. She pats his side and tells him ok, ok, she gets it. She won't go anywhere.

Wriothesley buries his face in her hair and sighs at that, something deeper and more content that hilariously reminds Sigewinne of a dog asleep on the floor. "Good." Wriothesley sounds like he's already half-asleep again. His arm still tightens around her waist though, just to make a point. "How could I sleep, when I know you're off somewhere crying alone?"

Sigewinne touches her cheek, and sure enough, it's wet? She has tear tracks. No wonder Wriothesley had been staring at her so hard. She hadn't even realized. And she opens her mouth to protest because she wasn't crying, some tears in her sleep doesn't count, but. Wriothesley is already asleep again, breathing slow and deep and even, and his arm is heavy and warm around her, and his sleep shirt is soft and comfortable against her face, not at all like the fur-collared coat in her dreams.

Sigewinne gives in again, curls into all that warmth and wraps herself up in it, until it lulls her back to sleep.

[danhang]

queued all starters from the starter call and almost all sentence starters in my inbox! highkey proud of myself but still so tempted to add noctis to my muse list ;;

[aletheialed]

Edgeworth doesn't know how Wright does it.

Being a defense attorney is an... utterly thankless job. He's thought to himself on more than one occasion over the past few days that he needs to give Phoenix more credit for everything he does, because he's certainly been seeing him in a new light as of late. It's not like Edgeworth hasn't always been impressed by him, though. To him, Wright is...

...Well. That's a topic for another day. At least Edgeworth's back to acting as a prosecutor again now, and everything's finally settling down. Though whenever he thinks of the danger that Wright was in just a few days ago, almost losing his life... it makes Edgeworth's stomach twist in anxiety, and he can only remind himself that what he should be feeling now isn't fear, but relief.

There is... one other thing, though. Something that's been creeping up on his thoughts, that he's constantly forced to think about even when he desperately wants to pretend it's not there. And that... is the topic of the supernatural. Starting with the moment when he was given the magatama, and ending with him being witness to an honest-to-god spirit channeling... Edgeworth didn't really have the time or opportunity to be shocked back then, but when he thinks about it all now, sometimes it feels like his whole world is being turned upside-down.

Perhaps that's a bit dramatic, but... how else can he describe the feeling of realizing that that everything he thought he knew about the world - how it works, what's possible and impossible - has been a lie? On top of that, it feels like his mind keeps drifting back to the topic even more than it should be, as of late... it's frustrating, and though he won't admit it to himself - there's something more there, too. A kind of fear buried deep inside him. A strange sense of something being unearthed. It's... as if the moment he took that magatama, something awakened inside him that he can't yet understand...

...What ridiculous notions.

"Wright. You know, you really should be resting." While Edgeworth knows that Phoenix was given the all-clear from the hospital a while back, he can't help but say it anyway. "I've had a hard enough time adjusting myself. You're not still carrying that magatama around, are you?"

@lawbnd ( starter! )

[fantasycorrupted]

@xsorrowofamanxx from here.

Ever since he and his brothers had moved to the States to stay out of trouble’s way, becoming invisible for their grandfather and uncle who would no doubt string them back into fighting each other while the rich watched, Kamael had gotten used to life here. What stores he could find the food he needed in, a place to stay that wasn’t his friend’s house, but an apartment of his own... and even a few friends - friends of his friend, but they still counted.

What he had not gotten used to was being an angel. It had been permanent. And although there had been a way for him and his brothers, most of which fallen angels, or demons, to reverse this and become human again, they had decided against it. They had not been born celestial beings, instead becoming such in gruesome scientific experiments, behind which was those exact grandfather and uncle they had fled from, as well as a team of scientists.

And not just that. Friends of theirs had been involved, too. Like Nathaniel, who had moved in town years before Kamael and his brothers had. He was also German like them, but having lived here had made him a bit like the locals. Nat’s neighbors liked him, he’d told Kamael, so if he wanted to, he and his brothers could join him and move there. Well, life takes unpredictable turns, Kamael thought.

He had gone out to pick up some ingredients for food, as it was the weekend and he had the time to cook something less fancy than what he made at work... and then a man dressed in black spoke to him. A... priest? Kamael felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was enough to think about anything connected to religion to fill his heart with fear, like it was with his brothers. What if, like angels and demons had been created, so had been other holy beings, turned into weapons by the same organisation his grandfather was behind! “Ah, I’m sorry,” he said, his German accent showing through as he spoke. “I apologise.” Was it obvious he was lost in thoughts?

[ichorsflood]

Ugh. This sucks.

When she'd first heard about the trip, Neptune had thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad. A visit to a city full of museums... well, it's not really her thing, but she can think of places that'd be a lot worse, so. Take what you can get, right?

But through some stroke of bad luck, both Venus and Jupiter ended up sick. So now here she is, stuck on her own with a bunch of shitty teachers, boring classmates, and Jesus somehow shoehorned into every conversation. Great.

At the very least, having a moment to herself like this is a blessing. ...She hopes Venus and Jupiter are doing okay. It's their own fault for working so hard lately, but. Still.

Neptune had decided to sit down for a drink, but the cafe she's found herself in is surprisingly busy. Suppressing the urge to sigh, and holding back a cough tickling her throat, she eventually chooses a random table with only one other occupant in the back.

"Hey. Mind if I sit here?"

@dnangelic

[villainsrph]

pack #4 example ft. carrd, pinned post, detailed blockquote, promo, dash icons, & header !

[scorching-passion]

"Well, well, well. It looks like my motor functions could use a little... tune up."

[peacebringing]

Frankly: Vash hadn't gone through all that life has to grant. Thus, whenever a bar has a long menu, chockful of words he hadn't seen, sentences he couldn't pronounce, his tongue felt knotted. Most taverns had two options of beverage, tinted tap and a potent beer that burned his throat, and one offering of food... sandwiches. Sandwiches were a first choice most times, Vash able to stack his ceiling-high with a pocketful of coins in spite. But... none of these names had -sub or -wich in the title.

A sluggish hand hovered just above a shoulder, one pace ahead of him -- not quite touching, not quite not, but enough to allude to his presence... cough cough, in case the hand wasn't enough.

“Ex-- excuse me,” a smile that didn't go to his ears, a smile haphazardly thrown on, tilted in all the wrong ways but innocently so, mistakenly so. “Can you... help me order? I'm sorry, I've just -- never been to a city this large before.” There were reasons for thus, but Vash needn't indulge them. “I can make out the names, but I ... don't know what they are. Or, well... I can't make out the names, and that's why I'm - sorry.”

Head ducked, Vash prepared himself to blindly ask for this, that.

“I... can probably figure it out, myself. Just thought I'd ask.”

@filiasiderum.

[oathofpromises]

[ fears ] + reverse (for y'shtola from kijin? 👀)

Y'shtola delicately raised the porcelain teacup to her lips, savoring the warmth that emanated from the fragrant brew. The hour was late, the world around her cloaked in darkness, yet the black mage found herself unable to succumb to the embrace of slumber. Ever since their return from the first, she had been consumed by a desire to find anyway back. To actually travel there herself instead of just her soul. Restlessly, she toiled day and night, spending most of her time in the library scanning old tomes. So far, nothing seemed to jump out as anything that could actually work. The restless nights were worth it, after all she had made a promise to Runar, and if there was one thing she hated, it was the act of breaking an oath to the people she cared about.

Y'shtola's eyes were lined with slight bags, evidence of the weariness that had settled upon her. Even the tea didn’t seem to help stop her eyelids from staring to drift slightly. All of that quickly went away, as she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she found herself convinced that she had heard a faint noise emanating from X'kijin's room. The warrior of light, undoubtedly wearied by the tumultuous events that had transpired, hastily sought solace within the confines of his private chambers. Y’shtola couldn’t blame him for such a thing, even she felt beyond exhausted herself, but being as stubborn as the mage was, she didn’t retire for rest. Even though, that’s what so many people around her said was best. Y’shtola wasn’t sure if the tiredness was from having her soul separated from her body or the countless hours spent staring at tomes. Maybe a combination of both.

The black mage stood outside the door, hesitating. A sense of unease washed over her, as if she were about to cross a boundary, invade his privacy. Yet, deep within her, there was a gentle tug at her heart, urging her to proceed. With a deep breath, she made her choice. Y’shtola slowly pushed open the door, her footsteps barely making a sound as she entered the room. The air was still, and a faint scent of incense lingered, adding an earthly quality to the atmosphere. Using her aether, the mage scanned the bedroom before landing on X'kijin form. His aether usually calm seemed more stirred, as if something was bothering his mind and heart.

She couldn't help but notice that X'kijin had a tendency to keep his distance, particularly when it came to women. It was none of her business as to the reason why he did, but a tiny part of the mage hoped maybe one day he would explain. Although, she would never push such a thing, at the very least she knew that it was imperative to grant him the space he sought whenever their paths crossed. She gazed at him with admiration, her eyes filled with concern for the warrior of light. Pausing for a brief moment, Y’shtola found herself pondering the most effective way to rouse him from his slumber. As she observed his restless form, it became evident that he was caught in the clutches of a distressing nightmare. The way his aether seemed to spike randomly.

She levitated a pillow with the flick of her palm. It was the only thought that came to mind that would allow her to reach out and nudge him without breaking his boundary. She hurled a pillow at his back, hoping that the impact would jolt him awake along with her voice.

“X'kijin..wake up. Your having a bad dream."

The Miqo'te remained still, Y’shtola gaze narrowed as she summoned her staff. With a few deliberate taps, the mage imbued it with arcane energy. As she flung the water towards X'kijin, it cascaded through the air before splashing against the warrior of light. It probably appeared rather impolite, even jarring, to abruptly wake someone in such a manner. However, X'kijin did have a tendency for sometimes falling into a very deep slumber. Hardly anyone could stir him awake aside from his boyfriend.

Despite the presence of tumors in X'kijin's aether, Y'shtola didn't notice anything overly unusual. The process of adjusting to the inability to see, particularly in a normal way, proved to be quite tedious. Master Matoya carefully observed that relying on magical means to perceive one's surroundings considerably depleted Y'shtola's life force. With closed eyes, she endeavored to see any potential movement within the aether of the Warrior of Light. Thankfully, no similar event had transpired, at least not since his time as a vessel for the vest amounts of light belonging to the lightwardens.

The mage's lips released a sigh of relief, as the recent encounter had nearly resulted in a disastrous outcome for X'kijin. To say that Y'shtola did not harbor deep concern for the Warrior of Light would be untrue. A sense of nervousness enveloped her heart, as she grappled with the concern that another unfortunate event might befall him. He had already made significant sacrifices in his efforts to preserve not only this world, but also countless others, and yet it still demanded more of X'kijin.

"Please forgive me. To awaken you in such a manner… I assure you, that it was merely a precautionary measure. I know Data isn't here right now, but I couldn't ignore the pain that I felt in your aether. If you'd like to talk about the nightmare you were having, you're more than welcome to, and don't give me it's nothing. I know you better than that."

With a swift gesture, Drippy, one of her familiars, promptly presented a towel.Luckily, the act of summoning them in this manner did not necessitate such an intricate enchantment. The mage eyes twitched slightly at the mere thought of anyone seeing that enchantment again.

"If you'd like..I could make use some nice herbal tea. It might also help soothe any discomfort you're currently feeling."

[wisheswagered]

Frederick hasn't been at this manor for nearly as long as the others. Though it feels like it's been an eternity to him, it means that he's still getting to know the other survivors who've found themselves trapped in this place.

And Emma Woods... is one of those people. It's such a bizarre feeling, seeing her now. While he'd never known her in life, he had heard of her - as a girl who went missing in mysterious circumstances several years ago, her life sensationalized and her disappearance treated as an unsolvable mystery by those who knew of her.

Never would he have dreamed he'd ever end up joining her among the ranks of the missing. ...He wonders if they're looking for him, too. They must be - while not for the reasons he wants, Frederick Kreiburg is a well-known name among the higher classes, and yet... that fact brings him no comfort at all.

Regardless. It's cruel of him, but the one thing that strikes him as he looks at her now is what he knows of her past. Knowing she's been a patient at an asylum for so much of her life... to be quite honest, it chills him to the bone. The reason for that discomfort is difficult to identify - or maybe, deep down, it's something that he simply doesn't want to acknowledge.

Today, though... there's only one question on his mind. Though he doesn't know if it's curiosity or paranoia that drives him to ask.

"Tell me. Why did you approach me, of all people, for this?"

@mlssamericana ( starter for emma! )

[cosmicangsts]

this suit is a bit tight! it's hot out here, the sun is blazing down on the back of his neck  (  thanks to his new haircut !   it ' s not all gone by any means , just a little length taken off his bangs and the back because it was getting too long , something that gave his prior companions great grief. for whatever reason ' the length of the doctor ' s hair ' became a sort of hot button topic amongst his former crew , funnily enough ) , and he wants nothing more than to retire back into the comfort of the air - conditioned TARDIS.

these are the thoughts running through the doctor's head as he watches the preacher eulogize the poor soul of the deceased ; it feels HIGHLY invasive ( probably because it IS ! ) , and he knows that he shouldn't be here— he's been apologizing over and over again in his mind from the moment that the family initially approached the gravesite. he's not too close, but not too far. . . blending in with the mourners, he thinks.

'  . . . thusly, we commit the body of our dearly departed brother to the earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust . . .  '

yes, just waiting for something to happen, as awful as it sounds . . . and there it is. just as he was beginning to feel a bit faint from this unbearable heat, the interlopers appear ; a group of extraterrestrials phase in out of seemingly nowhere— having been rendered invisible by some sort of advanced camouflaging type technology, undoubtedly. not that it did them any service whatsoever, the doctor had been able to pinpoint them standing to the other side of the mourners the entire time with his acute sense of smell. the deafening alien ' hiss ' - ing begins. they've finally spotted him, and they'd already been greatly perturbed that their source of entertainment over the past whatever period of time had deceased ( what was the dead guy ' s name , benton ? ) .

it is then that he springs into action ( ignore the fact he almost tripped over grass, dress shoes are HARD to run in , oh he just HATES these ' black suit black tie ' affairs ) , making his presence known as he dashes forward, voice raising as the first screams amongst the attendees break out, which is a perfectly NORMAL response to seeing aliens ;

" now, now, please keep calm, everyone! i am the doctor, and i've got this under control! " and the equipment to memory wipe everyone present, afterward! what could possibly go wrong with the doctor on the scene?

✦ ( @curamorte liked for a starter ! )

[xalwaysalighthouse]

❝I— Well, y e s, I was staring.❞

There didn’t seem to be a need to lie - she had been caught out, and her actions spoke louder than her words.

The area was incredible. Each new place she ended up in, there was always something new. New wasn’t always good, but there was a hole and a hunger inside her that could only be dated through travel and learning. This place seemed so VIBRANT yet— there were other things lurking beneath. Elizabeth could think on that later.

She turned to the source of the voice, flashing the best smile she could. It was easy to smile right now, her mind filled with curious questions and able to see the brightness. Elizabeth wondered how long it would take before this ‘where and when’ grew bored of her and she of it, and she’d want to move on elsewhere. No matter how wondrous a place, she ALWAYS came to want somewhere different. Running, running, running—

And oh, he was STRANGE looking, wasn’t he? She was hardly one to speak. She’d been other places and been the odd one out being human. The blue was quite a nice colour.

❝I’m new to the area,❞ she added, feeling the need to explain further and not let a silence descend. Did he need to know this about her? No. But it also didn’t hurt to ‘try’ and make friends or allies. Surely. ❝Where I grew up the buildings were…. Not so large. Or modern.❞

Elizabeth wasn’t sure what had brought her to this area. And with that came the wonder— had he S E E N her arrive? One didn’t know yet what was normal in this time and she’d found that portals from ‘elsewhere’ were widely regarded with suspicion.

❝Not to be rude - which, I know, e v e r y o n e says before saying something rude - but it’s just, I’ve never met someone with quite as, hm, distinguished and rugged a look as yourself.❞ That sounded both rude and patronising to her own ears. She inwardly winced then tried to trudge onwards, ❝I’m sorry. I’m REALLY not from around here. And I don’t mean to stare at YOU now. I can’t help it. Sorry. I’m sorry.❞ Elizabeth had seen many strange things - floating cities, underground cities, herself. She really ought to be better but she’d spent her first 19 years of life ‘hidden’ from nearly all people around her. …maybe she could blame this awkwardness on that? But generally, most timelines she went to, people were not blue and furry.

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