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nothomegal · 4 months

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"My beloved monster"

(Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Summary: There are always limitations for someting, and when these affect your ability to show love, it becomes a huge deal, so big that it's crushing... Devastating actually. But love itself is a weird thing. It may not break down said limitations. But maybe, it can make you accept and find your own ways to love instead?...

Warnings: a bit angsty at the begining (but lots of love at the end!)

Word Count: 2.1k

(Y/N) looks at their monster, concern filling their chest as they take in his uncannily still form. Since the moment they woke up they knew something was wrong, because one; they were laying on a mattress instead of their lover's body. And two, because Pyra seemed troubled, he looked so unnaturally dull and gloomy…

His helmet positioned lower than usual, as if his gaze is constantly down, his shoulders slump, his overall posture hunched as if something heavy is dragging his body down…

Is he… Is he sad?

This possible explanation both concerned and intrigued (Y/N). They are aware that Pyra’s feelings and mind don’t exactly work like human's, in occasions it feels like he’s being guided by instincts rather than thoughts (especially when things get intimate). But right now it seems like he's experiencing something big, big enough to send him into this wretched state.

With a sigh, (Y/N) stands up from the matress and slowly makes their way towards the beast, their steps careful and a tag hesitant since they had no idea what to expect.

—"Pyra?... Are you alright big guy?"— you ask, concern lingering in your tone.

But the monster didn't move or made any noise of acknowledgment, which obviously made (Y/N) frown. They step even closer, and still no reaction.

—"Did I do something wrong?..."— you ask despite knowing well that you didn't, but you still felt the need to apologize. —"If so I'm very sorry. If you need time alone then I'll leave- "—

A deep low growl was all it took to shut them up. (Y/N) stiffed in their place as they wait to see what will happen next. But instead of witnessing something volent, Pyra only tilted his helmet evel lower, appearing even more upset whith whatever is bothering him.

This image of him was enough for (Y/N) to collect the courage to move again, making their way to their lover's sitting form. This time however, they don't speak or ask anything, instead they carefully place their hand on his large shoulder and let it stay there for a while.

When there was still no reaction, they began to slowly caress his skin. Hand slowly traveling from his big arm to his broad back, which seemed to do the job in soothing him judging by the way his muscles began to relax under their touch. That until their hand traveled to his helmet, and the second it made contact with the metallic surface, a noise nearly resempling a roar errupted from it, causing (Y/N) to recoil violently almost as if their hand got burned.

They stay frozen, clutching their hand tightly and close to their chest as they observe Pyra, feeling both sad that they aren't able to help him and afraid that they may pushed their luck too far.

And to make things worse, their fear seemed to upset the beast even further, because soon another even angrier and louder roar errupted from the monster as he grabs the enges of his helmet tightly. This made (Y/N) even more afraid, but no longer for themselves, but for Pyra.

What is going on?! Is he in pain? Does his head hurt? Why is he so angry all of the sudden? Why...

Why does it look like he wants to rip his helmet off?...

Carefully and slowly, (Y/N) makes their way back to their lover. Movements wary and cautious, like they're in front of some wild animal.

When close enough, they notice something with the corner of their eye. It's a book, one they accidentaly stumble upon somewhere and been reading time to time. It wasn't anything special, just an classic old romance whith a lot of text and the only picture being the cover, which portraited the two protagonists being in each other's embrace and pressing their foreheads together in a loving and affectionate manner.

Oh... OH.

(Y/N)'s head snaps towards their lover, a frown placed on their face at the sight of his miserable form that was still holding his helmet and growling angrily, hatefully, at it.

—"Pyra..."— you call out softly as you step closer. —"Hey."—

They place their hands on top of his larger ones, making the beast stop fidgeting in place and stay completely still again.

—"Is that why you're upset?..."— you ask, voice gentle.

At first the beast does nothing. But when (Y/N) squeezed his hands slightly, that's when a metallic noise was made, which was something in between of metal scraping and a whine. It was new noise, noise that expressed nothing but misery.

But who wouldn't be upset after realizing how little one can do with their loved one while looking like this? A monster with no face, created with the sole purpose to spread pain upon others and drag them through eternal punishment. Pyramid Head never was supposed to love, he never was supposed to care for anything or anyone, only hunt and execute. But after (Y/N) came into this place... Just tell me, how couldn't he want more of them? How couldn't he desire to keep them? How couldn't he crave to have them close and feel their soft warm body against his? To feel excitement whenever they speak, the gentle tone of their voice, the sweet things they say about a creature like him... To fall further for them at the sensation of their soft lips on his damaged scarred skin, a gesture they made to tell him just how much he means to them withouth the need to use words...

(Y/N) can do so many things to show the love, affection and respect they have for him. Of course he tries to show them his desire for them too, but he can do so little... And that's just devastating. No matter how much noises he makes, no matter how carefully he tries to nuzzle his helmet against them... It will never resemble anything that another human could do to show love, it will never feel as sencere as what (Y/N) does... And it will never be possible for him to say these three words that make his inhuman heart pause and his chest squeeze in warmth whenever they leave (Y/N)'s lips...

These three words...

I love you.

After these intense seconds of dead silence passed, (Y/N) decided to take the matters in their hands and try again.

Slowly they slide their hands off of his and into his helmet. And this time the beast didn't pull away or made a sound, he just sat there in complete stillness.

—"I understand that we cannot do certain things..."— you say as you step closer. —"But do you think I care?"—

As they speak in a gentle voice, they run their hands along the metallic surface, caressing it carefully.

—"When I say 'I love you', I mean I love you, whole."— you smile as you say that. —"Head and everything included. I love you whole Pyra."—

Their words seemed to slowly break him, as another of these strange whines was emited. His hand slid off his helmet and placed on (Y/N)'s hips. For a second they thought he would push them away, but he doesn't, he simply keeps his hands on them.

Suddenly, (Y/N) stopped their caresses. Wich understandably caused Pyra's grip on them to tighten, as if to prevent they pull away from him. But of course, that's not something a deranged person like (Y/N) would do, instead they lean forward and wrap their arms around his helmet and press themselves closer to it.

—"And I don't say it expecting you'll say it back."— you mutter softly as you resume your caresses. —"But I know when you do try to say it back. It may not be through voice, or a kiss, or any other more intimate and 'human' action. And it doesn't make it any less important, if anything, it makes it more special."—

The two of them remain like this for a while. I probably looked so weird to embrace Pyra's helmet like that, but non of them seemed to mind it.

With a soft hum, (Y/N) pulls back just a bit and presses their forehead against the metallic surface.

—"Look, we can do that too."— you say playfully. —"Just like in the book's cover!"—

It was an immature and a cheap thing to do, (Y/N) knows it. But their efforts were recieved positively anyways judging by the soft rumble that was emited from the monster and the small careful tilt he did with his head to press it further against theirs.

However, this time (Y/N) didn't remain still for too long. Their arms soon unwrapped and began to travel down until their hands slipped underneath the beast's helmet. The second their fingers made contact with the soft and slimy flesh, a small shiver run through the monster's body.

—"Well, I know this is not something I could do with another human... But do I care? Absolutely not!"— you chuckle as you start to gently scratch the fleshy mass. —"And the fact that you even allow me to touch you there already tells me how much trust you have in me. See? No extra words or actions needed for me to understand how big of a deal it is."—

Their voice and scratches were soon recieved with the well known low rumbling, that was so similar to a deep purr. Pyra's hands slowly began to slide off their form as his body relaxed with each second. (Y/N) couldn't help but to childishly grin at his state, he looked so happy, almost like a cat recieving a good scratch.

They were about to tell more things, but the beast decided it was enough reassurance and that it's time for him to take action.

(Y/N) let out a surprised yelp when their body was suddenly dragged down by a great force and slammed against a solid torso. It all happened so fast that it took them a couple of seconds to process what just happened. The embrace was tight, keeping them caged in the beast's arms, so closely that it was almost suffocating...

Any normal person would freak out at that, too concerned about the wellbeing of their spine. But (Y/N)? Nah.

They let a small yet joyful laught as they attempted to wrap their arms around Pyra's waist, though due to their limited mobility and his huge size it was quite a task. Nevertheless, their attempts were appreciated anyways, and the amused rumple was a proof of it.

The monster curls his larger body around his human a bit more, holding them tightly and closely. So closely that he could feel their heartbeat, heartbeat that was slow and perfectly rhythmic, indicating just how calm and content (Y/N) was in his arms, trusting him completely and totally unafraid of his monstrous strength.

It was unclear how long they've been holding each other like that. It could be minutes, it could be hours... But what was clear for both of them, was that they didn't want to let go of each other, not now, not anytime soon.

Until...

—"Hey Pyra, one last thing."— you suddenly say.

Their sentence was responded by a quizical rumble.

—"Can you stick out your tongue for a second?"—

At first there is no reaction, as if Pyra was caught off guard with this seemingly random request. Nevertheless, he lose his grip on them just enough to allow his human to lean back. And as they do so, the pink muscle was already sticking out of the corner of his helmet and curiously wiggling in place.

(Y/N) smiles and gently grabs the tongue with both hands, slowly pulling it closer to them. They silently observe it for a comple of seconds, before bringing it right to their lips and giving a small kiss. Yes, it felt weird, maybe disgusting for some. But not for (Y/N).

After that sweet gesture they glance at their lover, who was completely frozen in place, even his tongue was no longer wiggling.

—"Look, we just kissed!"— you announce with a cheerful laugh. —"Y'know, maybe I was wrong. Maybe there aren't as many limitations as we thought. Sure, some methods are weird and all... But doesn't it feel more special? More like... Ours?"—

The monster remains unresponsive for a while, either thinking or just staring at their little naive form. Whatever the case it, their genuine expression of joy and warmth was enough to melt away whatever bits of doubt their lover had, and the shy wiggling of his tongue towards their lips was a clear demonstration of that.

After sharing some more 'kisses', (Y/N) was soon pulled back into this suffocating embrace again. And this time, it wasn't just desperate...

It was also warm, affectionate, intimate... Absolutelly everything about this embrace screamed one message and one message only, which combined with the soft purrs and noises coming from the beast, was much more clear...

I love you.

#nothomegal fic #nothomegal oneshot #gn reader #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head #slasher x reader #slasher fluff

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helloescapist · 7 months

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Hi ! Sorry if this request is a little ehh yk since i aint so good at this but your writing absolutely amazes me so .

would you consider a request kinda suggestion thing thats like . A shinobu x gn reader that where friends (mostly around their training for the final selection) but just after that they just dissapeared completely , but like after 4 years they accidentaly reunite when the reader is sent to the butterfly state for medical attention . kinda hurt comfort yk ? If you dont like it feel free to ignore it !

hello, hello!

Can we talk about how cute moments in the training years with Shinobu would be? When she wasn't tied to the duties of the Insect Hashira, and just allouwed to be fiesty? She would be a total terror on the Butterfly Estate!

Anyways, thank you for your sweet words. <3 I did my best with this one, and I hope it meets your expectations. (I admittedly, may play with fluff prompts of all of the hashiras in their training days because.. it just sounds adorable). I'm sorry it took so long to respond, I wanted ot be sure my research for the weapon and techniques would be useful and insync with one another.

What Remains | Shinobu Kocho

Word Count: 2508?

Setting: Shinobu Kocho x gn!reader [friend fic, but if you squint underlining pining]

Content Warning(s): gore/blood, mentions of death, and depression, minor spoilers if you are not familiar with Shinobus past

Summary: caught in a battle with a worhty advisory and the tilt of fate no longer in your favor, you reflect upon the friend you have left behind in your youth and fears. Regrets that threaten to follow you to the grave. You would do anything to piece back together what remains of the friendship you fled so many hears ago.

A/N: the reader’s staff is inspired by a silambam staff originating from Southern India. I highly recommend looking up the history if you have the time. The inspiration for the original breathing is from the, if you can believe it, mother of pearl (Nacre), the inner lining of shells used by some species of molluscs.

Blood spattered the side of your brow, dripped down the lining of your draw. The tinge of metallic searing your nose, blinding your senses. It had been years since someone had successfully penetrated your barrier.

The weight of your faithful staff balanced between your dominate arm, curled around your forearm and the end pressed against your back. Knees bent beneath you as the force of air shattered your lungs. Heaved in the sharp breath of oxygen, struggled against cracked ribs, the burden of your weapon beginning to wear upon your body over the extended period of use. The battle had waged far longer than you had anticipated, nor had you expected your opponent to be such a troublesome demon. It had been years since you questioned the reliability of your weapon, and felt the strain upon your muscles. Ligaments strained under the weight. Trembled your grasp, revealing the exhaustion tumbled over your form. When was the last time you doubted your abilities in combat? Pondered the resolve of your might in battle. Your breathing technique had become renowned for its capabilities. Had received praise for being a fortress, impenetrable. Though you certainly knew the limitations of its uses—this had not been the first time you had found an enemy in close range despite the protective field of your breathing. The curl of a growl shattered across your back, the metallic swing, the draw of your staff curled around your sides. The tilt of your hips into the sway, catching the draw of claws that threatened to pierce your skin once more. The iridescent of your breathing technique catching the dying stars of night. The wet grass beneath your feet stumbling your normally tight form, the slick beneath your sandals offered little traction. Ah, no, this had not been the first time someone had penetrated your defenses, distant memories of your younger years toyed in your mind as your body ran on instinct.

She had been small, adorably so. Standing significantly shorter than your peers for her age, her weight provided little substance to her bones. As though a butterfly that had been carried upon Himejima-sensei’s shoulders. Regardless of the way she furrowed. Her scowl noticeable despite her older sister’s insistence to cool her temper, her tongue remarkably sharp despite her age. At a glance, one would assume that the smaller girl had been younger than expected. Teased by the other students for her less than remarkable stature, humorous in comparison to the gentle giant who instructed your techniques. Over saw your manners, and guided you through training under the Demon Crops care. Though, you knew better than anyone as having been a longtime student, Himejima-sensei neither cared if any of you went on to be slayers. Rather, the distant burdens of a forgotten past had strengthened his mentor resolve. Insured that the children under his care would not leave his protection until they were capable of fending for themselves, the tears he shed at those who had departed upon new lives, and the comfort for those who remained—yet, for all of his kindness, this little brat spat out words wielded by drunken adults. The vein upon her brow throbbing as she spat out curse after curse, Shinobu’s temper triggered by the littles of infringements. This time having resulted from another student commenting on her stature, a noted sore spot evident in how she had pursued the source. Slammed him to the ground, crawled on top of him, and flinging her fists in all the might she could muster, only swayed from her assault by her older sister’s obvious disappointment and soothing words. You had begun to wonder if the younger Kocho had a sense of restraint, often pondered how it was two beings so unlike one another could in fact be blood relatives.

That day had been the final straw for you. Drawn from the disrespect the younger Kocho had once again inflicted upon your instructor, you had challenged her to a match. Her over confidence having met you head on, so sure of herself despite the fact that a rationed bag of rice in the store house weighed more than she had—you knew this, had born witness to Shinobu’s attempts to heave it into the storage before being crushed beneath its weight. Yet, despite the fact that she was nearly a foot shorter than yourself, and severely under her weight class, the dagger wielder had met you head on. Resilient despite the ways you popped her repeatedly. Speed, in practice you had noticed how fast the younger girl had been on her feet. Honestly, it was likely the only reason she had ever gotten the jump on any of the other students, but not this time. The practice stick pressed between your hands, swirled in each movement, any attempts to out maneuver you quickly thwarted with a pop of bamboo upon her cranium. The loss of the match staining her pride, and driving her forward. Training had become a pass time less spent crucifying her peers, but truly immersed in instruction. Her temper only making her slopping and agitated, yet she persisted. Swat after pop, after jab, time after time. Regardless of the way you swept the feet beneath her frame, plopped disgracefully upon her bottom. The sparing matches would wage over weeks. Each encounter drawing your chuckles, for all of her wit and her rage, the younger trainee was playful. Determined, a trait you rarely saw in your peers, and before you had known it, you had welcomed these sparing matches. At times, she would catch you by surprise, and others, you were able predict. Drawing forth snacks to place upon the veranda before meeting her practice blade. The distinct smack of your staff across her cheek resulting in the cool of a pack pressed against flesh. The mumbling of frustration between small pursed lips, and amethyst eyes that glanced at you in her pout, the smile you provided soothing as you offered her a treat. In time and under instruction, Shinobu would learn to utilize her strengths in battle, and when she had done so, she had become a worthy rival. One quick to seize opportunities, to slip between the cracks your swings. Tumble her small frame against your height, the close encounters drawing the swept of your brow. The triumph of her laugh, upon the smack of your bottom across the ground. The first time she had ever bested you, drawing the joy of hard work, and a ridiculous dance. Her small hips wiggled beneath her hakama. Trembled as she shook her hands together before stretching them to the sky. Proud. She had been so proud, and you found yourself laughing aloud when she offered her hand to your own.

Days of sneaking upon the butterfly estate echoed through your mind. Mischievous kids that evaded duty and medicinal instruction offered by the older Kocho, Shinobu flying over the small ownings, while you lifted yourself through the air with the plant of your staff to the ground. Laughter upon the obvious scolding of kakushi insisting you to return your duties, abandoned to the wind in favor of dango stalls. To hear the Wind Hashira openly scold you, for dodging the Flower Hashira’s care. The whelp upon your heads that had grown in place of his righteous smack, the blush that painted his cheeks when Kanae attempted to sooth his ire. Not that he nor her had ever admitted to such affections, and it never lasted long. The slip of Shinobu’s tongue only eliciting another outburst from the swordsman. Pressed fingers of the older girl keeping him in place, as you dashed down hallways. Weaved past kakushi and slayers alike, snuck castella cakes from the kitchens, and played in the trees of the gardens. Partners in crime joined at the hips through your training years, unafraid to wreak havoc across the Butterfly Estate. The pride Kanae had expressed upon your passing of the final selection. Touched clothes to your cheek, evaluated the strain upon your wounds. Both of your bodies tumbled through thickets of wisteria, rattled against rivals. Pride beaming form your features, equipped to take on the world despite the sting of antiseptic pressed against your cheeks. Prayed for the moment to never end. TO disappear in to the folds of time, to remain upon such happy memories… Her smile. Y-you could remember how Kanae had beamed at you. Accepting, and warm, the night the smile had slipped from her lips. Blood that painted the night air, the chuckle and nauseauty joy of rainbow eyes that elicited humor at your suffering. The loosening of her haori drawn in battle, discarded as a means of escape for you. She knew. Damn it, she had known, the blood drawn, the soothing sound of her voice as though she were comforting a child. Y-you hadn’t been a child! You had a duty! To the Corps, to the Flower Hashira who had requested you for this vary mission. To Shinobu who awaited your arrival at home. Little of your protest mattered. The slam across your head, the fading of the sky before you, and the haori that fluttered over your shoulders before you collapsed to the ground.

You never got to apologize. How could you? When you had awoken, you had seen the shatter of her tears. The kakushi had founded your body practically discarded in the woods, the haori painted over your shoulders. Unable to fend off the chill of your body. Evidence of the battle, blood marred across the mountain terrain. Shattered over trees, yet, no remains to be found other than your own. Overheard horrors of the night like a ghost upon your flesh. Sickened and nauseated. Pressed between vomit that threatened to spill as your heart plummeted to the grave. The slip of the burdened haori revealing your sins as it sunk to the ground. Your feet eliciting a response before thought. Run. Run. RUN. Tripped over boulders, stumbled over branches, and fallen trees, the distant shouts of kakushi falling upon ears of the dead alone. Heedless of the blood that caught against branches, nor the tarnished of your uniform across your form, revealing peeks of skin as you fled into the day. Fled from your duties. From your home. From your friend.

The staff drawn between practiced hands. Fingers that ached and had become slashed open by opportunistic claws. The growl in your ear, and the fatigue that drew upon your brow. I’m going to die, whispered upon your thoughts. Numb realization as the iridescent gleam that captivated your staff shattered over nails. Colors that faded across the spectrum of a rainbow, glistened in their resolve. Just a little more, you told yourself. The meadow drawn upon little shade, the distant shatter of night in the distance of the east. Colors that shooed away the late hours, and the tremble of large eyes against your opponent, desperate to get away. The shake of your smile as you seized your staff upon their back, entrapping them against your chest. “Fourth Form, Inner Shell,” hissed against your teeth. The revolt of bones, the demon becoming increasingly fringed upon the break of day. Desperate to escape the light, the encompassing of your breath. Draws of color that folded over the two of you. Shattered your bones together in a sickening crunch. Illuminating the last touches of the night sky as blood drew from the force of two bodies forced together as bones snapped. Your fortress utilized as a steel trap. For the both of you.

Shinobu, I wish… I’m- I’m so sorry.

Voices echoed through the passage of time. Demanded tools, whispered needs of bandages. Imparted details you could not quite grasp, nor completely understand. Details across a series of confusion that blurred your conscious. Ached your headache, and shunned your thoughts. It, it really didn’t matter anymore. Told yourself it would only be a matter of time before death greeted you, escorted you into the afterlife. No, no perhaps not the afterlife. Unfinished business, your desires to see an old friend once more would likely bind you to the world. Conscious that faded in and out, drifted upon the passing of words. Some soothing and sweet, praising progress though the world seemed dark, and one such voice threatening. Scolding really, dared to reveal any and all obscure details of childhood. Peculiar, and childish. To threaten your youthful fears, regardless of how silly they had been… who would dare? Temper seethed, and… shook your shoulders? Who would treat a corpse in such manner.

Sunlight flittered over the drawings of curtains; the nauseating smell of antiseptic greeted the flutter of your eyelashes. Your sight hazy as it swept over your environment. Having expected the embrace of death, the warm linens pressed into your surprise. Flowers tucked into cared for vases, bare antique furniture. The numb movements, testing whether or not you had in fact returned to the living, or rather trapped between the state of life and death. The tremble of your toes, testing out their existence. The draw of a white kimono pressed into your chest, the signs of the battle you had endured written across your flesh. Bandages wound tightly over weary muscles. Wrappings drawn across your ribs, snug and difficult to breathe as you attempted to fidget your fingers. Unable to properly navigate their being. Rather, unable to feel them at all. The room… the room far too familiar for your liking, though the thought was difficult to grasp. Distant memories, of laughter, and poorly bound wounds… you had never been adapt at medical care. Glimpses of a past you had left behind wrinkled into your bedding. The press of lavender hair curled upon the white bedding. Touched upon your lap. The telling curl of butterfly ribbon that threatened to shatter your heart caught upon the slightly unraveled curl of dark hair. Released from a bun that had begun to tumble in her sleep. The press of her long eyelashes into the bedding, purple hues that bordered her eyes, the small draw of her breath against your leg. Exhaustion, hours of late work having drawn upon her form. Collapsed at your side, the water basin had grown worm, as the cloth pressed between her strained fist, caught amongst the fingertips of her other hand. Your own hand, having grown numb under her strain. The Insect Hashiras fist trembled beneath her fist as her resolve to cling to your side snagged at the bandages of your fingers. Her pale complexion, illuminating of the moonlight, and the draw of her purple strands the envy of any wisteria branch. The trouble of your smile, tumbled over trembling lips. The met of your brow. To see her once more like this. To have her at your side as though no time had pass. Distant recollections of her poor bedside manners drawing an unsure smile—she had always struggled in that department. The curl of her fingers, calloused and practiced as her resolve. The worry evident in the way she curled into you, refused to release you from her hold. Nor could you bring yourself to part from her grasp.

Words to spill. Apologies, and confessions. Heart ache, and betrayal, to bridge time lapses, and share had the years had treated you. To apologize—there were so many things you heart longed to express to her. The soft sigh of slumber, hours of dedication in her collapse. Tears that trembled, ghosts of memories. Her laughter, her smile. Her temper. All of it within reach, and how your heart begged to see all sides of your estranged friend once more. Left with little ability to seize the closeness of yearning, the shiver of your other hand, dared to fumble through her hair. As you had so many years ago, her pride never had allowed her to confess how the Insect Hashira enjoyed having her hair soothed back. Too childish, you had understood, but in quite moments when the hours of study had drawn from your day, and sleep met her upon the veranda, you would comfort her in such ways. Smiled upon the resolve of a woman who was bound by her resolve. The quiver of your eyelashes, and the weight of tears that succumbed to gravity as you fought back the sob in the back of your throat. The curl of her bangs pressed between your fingers, as you tenderly swept her bangs from her brow. Studied the softness of her face, noted how age had captivated some of her features. Whispered prayers of gratitude to the gods who had given you one last chance. The bonds of time wearing upon your heart. You had been given, one more chance, and though you were unsure of how the passage of time, loss, and circumstances had marred your friendship, you could not help but feel relief at the sight of her so close. Within grasp, a friend your heart had desperately longed for all of these years, eternally grateful that she still remained upon this world. The care etched into your bandages, and faded memories offered the opportunity for new life. The opportunity to piece back together what remains of your friendship, or to endure her wrath… Tears that rolled upon your cheeks as you bent down, pressed your forehead to her own. Y-You would plead forgiveness, but for now.. you just..

I missed you.

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kocho #insect hashira #🍡tsuyospeaks

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Bonding time -141

This is a collection of things said and done with 141 and r/n.

Price: tomorrow

R/n with a harsh Doncaster accent: toomorrah

Price: tomorrow

R/n: toomorrah

Price: its tomorrow

R/n: no its toomorrah

————

Gaz and Soap stumbled upon a very drunk reader.

R/n: i am not fucking drunk

Soap: can you tell the time?

R/n: yes

They face the wall and look at a clock

R/n: I AM NOT FUCKING DRUNK *Pointing at it*

Gaz: ha, what a stupid idiot

R/n under their breath: stupid fucking wanker

———-

Roach and soap became buddies, Ghost and r/n don’t like it at all. So they decided to head into town and have fun on their own. They walked back to base and on a cross walk they see soap and roach drive by.

R/n: do it

Ghost gets a rock and throws out at the cars’ window. : fuckers

———

On a camping trip,

Ghost: there’s a fire inside one of the vans

Price: you are joking

A small explosion occurs

They both run inside

Gaz behind them like the favorite child he is: how in the name of-

Soap running out: I’ve got a potato

R/n: it’s no longer a pan fire, it’s a van fire!! *runs away laughing*

———

Gaz, Ghost and r/n have been laughing for 30 minutes. The target has been soaps clean shave Mohawk.

Soap coming into the room with tears running down: shut. Up. About. My. Hair.

R/n and ghost burst out laughing agian

Gaz wipes away his tears and holds onto his stomach

’Soap: it is normal, it is a nice head

R/n can’t stop their laughter

Soap: it does not look like a white tic tac

———

Reader now has blue hair. This was after a prank war with Gaz and Soap.

*in price’s office, ghost is there too*

R/n: no ‘cause I’ve got a plan

Price: what do you mean?

R/n: um, you’ll find out

Ghost: fucks sake

R/n: no one fucks with me and gets away with it

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F!reader

The guys have been forced to have a “girly meeting” with reader.

Soap in a face mask, laying on readers lap

R/n: they’re like oh my gosh r/n, you got your period or something and I’m like no i don’t, I’m just like this all the time

Gaz: i said i was sorry

Price: it was because of you?

R/n: lets be fair he fucking made me cry

Reader ‘accidentaly’ made Gaz trip and now he has a scheduled appointment with a doctor.

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anti-radqueer-zone · 6 months

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heyy. im new on tumblr and i accidentaly stumbled upon the radqueer tag and yknow. had an Experience looking at that. yikes.

but i wanted to ask, whats the deal with otherkin? they are different from radqueers right? they seem cool to me. do ppl hate them for any other reason then "weird and cringe"?

sorry if this isnt the right place to ask i just wanna make sure i dont accidentaly support bad/abusive/that sort of stuff

Just a disclaimer: I'm not Otherkin, and so if I get anything wrong or anyone who is Otherkin wants to add on, please do so. Otherkin (sometimes known as transspecies) is where you feel the need to transition in some way to be a different species. For example, someone who is otherkin may desire to have a tail or may want cat eyes, and some people may want to be another species completely.

The other term for otherkin, transspecies, has been somewhat adopted by the radqueer community, where they insist anyone who is transspecies is radqueer, which is untrue. The otherkin community has existed way before radqueers and doesn't harm anyone.

To answer your question about why people dislike them, I don't think I'd be qualified to actually answer it, but I will say that I think a lot of the reason they are disliked by other people is, like you said, because they're seen as "cringy" or "weird."

#otherkin #anti radqueer #transspecies #please feel free to add on or correct this!

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judeswhore · 1 year

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How do you think Jude would react if he caught you reading fanfiction about him? Like you accidentaly stumble upon a fanfic and then you find more and you continue reading it, cause everything is so well written, even tho he's already your bf. I feel like he'd tease you for forever

he wld bully u fr and be all “why’re u looking at that when i’m right here” wld definitely suggest trying out some of the smutty scenarios just for a laugh

#hey jude :)

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artsymyargentavislove · 2 years

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Guess what, since Shadow's story isn't complete without Team Dark (I think they appeared in a Boom game but I haven't watched either so this is completely on me oWo)

Rouge infiltrated the base were Shadow had been locked in since his creation, unetically experimented on and possibly tortured looking for juicy data she could sell to the goverment and accidentaly broke him out. (Or hell, she stumbled upon the slaughter that was him pulling a Tai-Long-escapes-from-prison-thanks-to-a-complete-accident-and-beats-the-shit-out-of-everyone)

And now they are extremely morally gray besties that exist just to make big shady corporations suffer through explosives and extortion, Omega is a killing machine just like Shadow, (Murderous tendendencies equal or worse, depends on the day and who they are fighting) you leave them alone 3 minutes and now everything is on fire.

Team Dark is like an emo version of Team Rocket, they love making the heroe's life (Sonic and friends) a living hell just for shits and giggles. Shadow lives near Hedgehog village because for the bad guys and his creators that's supposedly Eggman's territory (He sells them weapons so they don't mess with him) and covers his existence up so he can live in relative peace (Lol).

This 3 are the mostly the same but in like bunch-of-destructive-gremlins-mode-ON-24/7 XDDDD

Feel free to add fuel to this dumpster on fire, lol XDDD

#boom shadow #sonic boom #sonic the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #shadow the hedgehog #chaotic ideas #fanfiction ideas #inspiration #fanfic dumpster #free prompts #boom!shadow

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origamiplushie · 4 months

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the first day of the current just leave a comment fest brought me back to the first fanfic I remember ever reading which was an mlp fic hosted on fimfiction.net and boy let me tell you it is sooo jarring when you stumble upon divergent evolution in fandom spaces.

Like I have been primarily using AO3 for like 8-9 years? now and I've been using tumblr since like 2013 or something. and currently the generalconsensus is that comments should be thankful that the author decided to share their work, encouraging and overall positive. and they definetely should not offer unsolicited concrit.

and then I go to reread that fic that I still think was generally very good and well written, leave a sweet comment on how much this fic influenced my life and how much I liked it then and like it now and decide to see what the other comments have to say.

dear fellow AO3 users let me tell you it was a culture shock. the worst for me was the person who had found this fic with more than 16 chapters, 60k+ words and had made the choice to hateread the entire thing, leaving a comment on each and every chapter with what they had hated about it. and this was not an old comment from 2012 when times were different, this person had read the fic in 2019!

and even if the other comments weren't as directly hateful as this person's, they were still incredibly rude by AO3 standards. for example most of the resent comments on the author's profile(you can comment directly on profile's on fimfiction) were whiny messages just saying 'hey why aren't you posting' and 'hey i think this fic is really funny, when are we getting another chapter?' and 'yeah you said you're life had gotten busy but why are you still busy'.

I felt honestly sorry for this poor author, but from looking around at other fics on the site this seems to just be the norm there. so maybe this is just me accidentaly wandering outside my social media bubble and the author is happy every time they get a comment hoping to see more writing from them soon?

#just leave a comment fest #fanfiction #comment etiquette #i just needed to share my bafflement #i imagine these being like two fandom spaces that don't have much overlap and have thus evolved to have completely different cultural norms #and it is strange and weird but it is also fascinating to see

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taupewolfy · 7 months

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lmaoo accidentaly skipped like half a quest just by not chatting to city npcs and stumbling upon the catacomb that the ~evil cult~ holds it's meetings in. cue npc i had only talked to a couple of times prior seeming like he has a bigger role (which i would have known he had some connection to if i was following up on the start of the quest better)

#not really the games' fault here i just stumbled across the area as i was exploring another doing a different quests #dragons dogma really ties to make that stuff feel organic so i don't feel like i've *missed out* but i did miss that connection #between npc i've seen before and why said npc is there (a quick gander at the quest menu shows me that)

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novirp13 · 2 years

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Watch "The Prosecution Needs to Stop Beguiling Me with Her Cuteness (Objection.lol) [Ace Attorney Comic]" on YouTube

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@angelrin89 @tgdstaceattorney someone made a short video from your fic 🤣😁

#ace attorney #fanfic #I accidentaly stumbled upon this #it's simple #and maybe you already see it #but it's still cool nonetheless XD #Youtube

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mx-autumn · 4 years

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No help I'm a fish is about these like a brother and sister and then their like cousin or something? Anyway I don't remember how they TURNED into a fish but they went into this place that they were told not to I think and then they got turned into a fish so they go through the ocean trying to find someone to turn them back into people and the antagonist is like a penny-wise looking motherfucker and the ending was sad cause the sister had to leave her seahorse friend and I just remember sad-

(cont.)

So yea the movie is like beautifully animated and y'all should watch it!!!!!

Oh also the antagonist has like a shark side kick and was trying to get the potion of turning into a human from the protags, they get it in the end I think but I remember them drinking it and being like "oh hell yea"

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thank u bih this just reminded my of the entire movie aHshdl

#smth clicked #im pretty sure #there was a science lab they accidentaly stumbled upon while they were fishing #and the little girl drank the potion #and i think they were like oop guess we will go find her #bc the boy yote her into the ocean by accident?

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loubatas-art · 2 years

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Runner of the Star Paths (Will you run away with him ?)

SO. I may or may not have accidentaly stumbled upon @jackdaw-kraai 's awesome Guides Verses series last month and ever since I finished reading How To design Your Own Prosthesis I knew I had to draw The Boy & his new arm

(tbf it's not the only thing my brain has been nagging me to draw, but let's start with what I love drawing the most, which are hands and mechanical stuff, and by "love" I mean "i'm terrible at it and I hate it". Though for some reason I actually enjoyed it. Uh. Weird)

Anyway, awesome fics, new favourite of all times, love a good SW fic with canon yeeted into the nearest black hole, some good fucking original lore, proper character development, a Badass Luke and a Vader Going Apeshit For Non-Sith Reasons. Can't wait to see what's next

close-up to the arm to see the design better + the background by itself because I didn't broke my arse creating constellations for them to stay hidden :

#art #digital art #fanart #star wars #luke skywalker #fanart of a fanfic #star wars fanart #the guides verse #illustration #i wanted to draw tatooine's three moons at first but the bg would've been too busy #but yeah it's supposed to be tatooine's night sky #i spent so much time on that map of SW's galaxy looking at Tatooine's nearest systems thinking okay #how can I arrange them into constellations that would be culturally significant for the Children ?#i settled for animals since that's the easiest #I originally wanted to draw Luke in his runner outfit but I have already started two sketches of the Storm Wraith #so I settled for 'farm boy outfit' thinking he's get his murdervest of doom soon enough #*he'll #i still gave him a few pockets on his belt there's probably 5 different kinds of poison in them #also I think I made him look a bit too much like a young Anakin but I'm faceblind so you'll excuse me #and he might be looking a bit too young but he's still only 18 in this verse so that's okay by my book #image description is directly embedded in the image

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sasukesun · 2 years

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is it me or do certain shippers draw s@kura looking like a white woman

i dunno because i don’t search for this type of content and block them whenever they show up. the times i’ve accidentaly stumbled upon it i had the impression that they draw her like some typical pretty girl when she’s just… bland af and by kishi’s words “not cute”. but it’s not like these people know canon. since she’s a self insert and there are some loud western stans, it’s possible that they draw her more alike themselves or try to prettify her (like studio pierrot does with hinata) because… you know… it’s self insert…

#ask #anonymous

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colorfulatlas · 2 years

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Cartoooooooon posting again!

In some good news, CentaurWorld and Aggretsuko are getting their second and fourth seasons respectively! AWESOME!

Surprisingly, I haven't talked about Learning with Pibby yet... I'm gonna make a post about it later, cuz I have lots to say about it (tldr Im really fucking excited)

And so in today's review I'll be talkin about a show on Netflix recommended somewhere called A Tale Dark and Grimm, adapted from a book of the same name, decided to check it out, and I gotta say it was pretty dang dark

This review contains spoilers! so If u wanna watch this completely blind, go, watch it and then come back.

Also, I haven't read the book yet!, there might be stuff that's different between them, but I'm only reviewing the animation in this case.

Alright, the show is about Hansel and Gretel, yeah, from the fairytale, whose story is being told by a trio of ravens, this story tho it's a little bit different and is driven to a much more darker, sinister tone, hence the title and the whole point of the show (and book) of course. Throught the season they overcome dangerous and threatening situations that will make them suffer, and grow somehow.

The aesthetics of the show and the vibes put helped set the tone a lot, the 3D animation was pretty good, I really liked the designs of the characters (excluding the generic citizens) and the comic relief moments were quite good, I laughed a few times.

The darker stories of the show are indeed dark, not fully realistic 'cuz it's a fairytale, which has to have magic and surreal creatures, medieval, middle-ages style, but they still touched some pretty icky stuff.

I quite liked that at the end both Hansel and Gretel balanced between the big part of their personalities that was pushing them back from maturing and growing fully, I felt that Gretel was too straight forward and strongly sided without double thinking sometimes even as the smart one, Hansel by himself was pretty dumb sometimes, but they both worked it out, not because of the stuff they've been through, but what they learned mostly.

A thing that I wasn't expecting is seeing a character fucking impaled in front of my eyes on a kids show, I was like holy shit what the fuck? aadnjkandna

Anyway this series for me it's kinda a refresh from cutesy stuff kids shows have been going for lately, and being directly told that this show is for kids ages 5 to 10, it's pretty much on that level even if they say blood, torture, guts and there's lots of deaths. Honestly? If ur a parent worried about ur kid about this show, this isn't gonna traumatize them, there's worse stuff on the internet in fact, what do you prefer? The kid being told a dark story with death thats handled swiftly for their age? Or them accidentaly stumbling upon Happy Tree Friends and getting them actually scarred with a show has actual visual gore, blood, guts and deaths everywhere every episode? There's very little human blood on Grimm compared to the fucking chug liters the criters make in the episodes! U decide.

In general it's dark as it says, it's p good, and I recommend it, give it a try!

#a tale dark and grimm #3d animation #netflix

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melancholydreadfuldream · 3 years

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tell me some things last

Pairing: 13th Doctor x Reader

Summary: There are always someone who dare to use the Doctor's companion against him/her, most of the times the Doctor is able to rescue them but we know better, don't we? The Doctor can't save everyone.

(yn) (ln) traveled with Twelfth Doctor and Clara Oswald in the tardis after a chance meeting that involved another alien. Clara welcomed you with open arms, claiming the two of you will be a great friend.

You were not as close with the Doctor as Clara is. You understand they have a longer time together. You love travelling with him despite him being kind of intimidating. Clara is the only one who can seem to manage him. You were shy around the Doctor, often not knowing what to say when you two are alone. You can tell the both of you are relieved whenever Clara is on the room as she never fails to lighten up the room.

The topic regeneration come up when the Doctor and Clara accidentally mentioned his previous incarnation and his perchant for fish finger and custard. With the Doctor's permission, Clara told you bit about regeneration. She even showed you a picture of Eleventh Doctor. You could hardly believe they are the same person.

Clara is reminiscing about her past adventure with Eleventh Doctor. You thought that version of the Doctor sounded like a fun person but you accidentaly spoke that thought out loud.

The Doctor is offended and exclaimed he is fun too, proceed to show off how fun he is much to Clara and your amusement. Three of you have fun together. You dare say that you and the Doctor grew closer just a tiny bit than before.

And then things went downhill when Clara died on trap street. He is gone leaving you to deal with Clara's body.

The Doctor is gone. You don't know what happened to him. You couldn't begin to even ask someone for help. You waited for him but he never come back. You fell into depression as you couldn't handle the loss of Clara and the Doctor. You meet a kind nurse named grace who help you deal with your depression.

You missed Clara and the Doctor so much. You wish he would come back for you. Of course, he didn't. He didn't owe you anything, so, why would he come back for you?

Grace thought you were experiencing a broken heart, that a lover has left you behind. You couldn't exactly tell her it was an alien that broke your heart and not even a lover. You would feel silly. But also you are grieving the loss of a very good friend.

A year later, you accidentally stumbled upon incident that is alien in nature and that is when you met Bill and Nardole. You overheard them mentioned the doctor and demanded to see him.

You finally see him again. You were at loss of words. He was surprised to see you but he smiled kindly. You slapped him hard without thinking.

"Okay. I deserve that." He begrudgingly said as he rubbed his cheek.

"I'm glad you think so." You coldly replied.

The Doctor glanced at your state and his eyes softened considerably. "How have you..."

You throw your arms around him as you pulled him into a hug much to his surprise and protest. You discreetly smelled him, you missed him so badly, you were so grateful to be able to find him again.

The Doctor introduced you to Nardole and Bill and invited you back on board of the tardis.

You were hesitant, a year ago, you would agree in a heartbeat. But were you ready to jump back into the disarray life that is the Doctor?

Bill is very friendly and she start animatedly chatted with you, wanting to know more about your past with the Doctor once she figured out that you were his past companion.

From Bill, you found out that the Doctor is a teacher in the university where she worked at. You were surprised and very curious, wanting to know how he handle being a teacher for a bunch of students. Bill, laughingly, told you the Doctor's teaching method is weird.

At the end of the day, you decided you wanted to stay with him again if he will have you. And it helped that Bill latched herself on you almost immediately. But Nardole seemed not too keen of having you around but Bill said not to mind him.

The Doctor and Nardole are guarding a mysterious vault. Although curious, you know better than to pry or asking the Doctor directly. You believed you haven't yet earned his trust.

Eventually, you meet the sarcastic, mary poppin-style Time Lady who, according the doctor, is currently undergoing a rehabilitation.

You don't like Missy for her sharp tongue and she seemed to look down upon you, Bill and Nardole.

The Doctor wanted to have a test run with Missy having to answer a distress call and solved the crisis with the help of Bill and Nardole. You opted to stay behind with the Doctor and you were lucky you did so.

When Bill got shot by some random blue alien and then later converted into the cyberman, you were traumatized by the whole thing. When the strange mechanical men come in to take Bill away, you volunteered to go with them so you could better watch over her much to the Doctor's dismay. You weren't sure where you get the courage to step forward from but you did it, albeit it is a very stupid move on your part.

But those years with Bill, taking care of each other, gossiping about the Doctor's angry eyebrow from the supposedly live monitor, you couldn't regret it. Bill is your friend and you care about her. You dont want to lose her like you did Clara.

When the old man, Razor, betrayed yours and Bill's trust by letting the doctors on that ship to operate on the both of you, you were in despair. You watched as they ripped you and Bill away from each other and you were made to watch as they operates on Bill.

Her pleading voice and screams of pain forever seared in your mind. You never hated someone as much as you hated Razor and all the people in that stupid ship.

You were about to undergoes the converting surgery when the Doctor and Nardole burst in and rescued you. You were hysterical when they finally freed you from the straps.

You cried as you told them that Bill has been converted. The agonized look on the Doctor's face is too painful to watch. He hugged you, kissed your forehead as he soothed you. You were surprised by his sudden affectionate attitude but you were too distracted by what is being done to Bill and the fate you nearly shared.

In the face of Bill's misery of having been turned as cyberman, you felt guilty. When the Master revealed himself as Razor and mocked you and Bill about it, you very nearly lost your marble as you wanted to attack the miserable bastard but the Doctor pulled you back and away from him.

Everything spiralled out of control and next thing you know you woke up on the tardis floor with the Doctor yelling that he refused to regenerate.

You and the Doctor were able to says goodbye to Bill, Nardole and Clara through the testimony project.

The Doctor finally regenerated as you saw him glowing yellow and then exploded into a blonde woman. But before you could say anything, the tardis shook violently and ejected the Doctor out. You were lucky you weren't ejected as you were not sure you could survive the fall.

The next few days, you worried sick about where the Doctor is. You couldn't talk to anyone but the tardis and frankly you felt silly talking to the box.

You nearly got a heart attack though when tardis voice interface got activated at the word 'help' you uttered. It showed a hologram of Twelfth Doctor asking you what you need of help for.

You felt grief suddenly at the sight of him. You knew the Doctor survived but he had changed into a new person now, a woman at that. You wondered if she would even still want you around now.

When a woman you presumed to be the new Doctor dressed in a new clothing stepped in with three other people, you were so glad and a bit wary.

The Doctor seemed happy to see you as she pulled you into her arms before introducing you to her new friends.

That is when you found out about Grace, a kind nurse who used to help you with your depression. She met the Doctor and she died. You felt like you got slapped in the face as you are starting to worry that it will be a matter of time before it was your turn to die next if you continue to stay with the doctor. But your heart hurts at the thought of leaving the doctor behind. You were not ready to let her go. And so you cling to her for as long as you can.

You were initially worry that the Doctor would ask you to leave as despite the ship is bigger on the inside, it might be a tad crowded with 5 people on board. And frankly you weren't sure you are ready for adventure so soon. You don't want to leave her or the tardis but you declined on some adventures with the fam, preferring to stay on the safety inside of the tardis.

The Doctor is concerned but understanding and didn't pressure you.

The fam are nice enough and love to chat with you, asking about your past with the Doctor. It hurts to talk about the past which included losing two best friends so you remained mostly vagues.

Eventually, you started to go on adventures again but you were mostly wary believing trouble is a foot everytime you stepped out of the tardis and let face it, with the Doctor, the magnet for trouble, you should expect it.

Maybe it was just your feeling but you felt the Doctor is a tad bit protective of you. And yet, she also keep her distant from you which make you anxious that your time with her might be over soon.

At new years, when a dalek took control over Ryan's dad body, you refused to let him go as you fight to keep him safe along with Ryan. In your mind, at the times, you refused another loss.

When everything is safe and sound, the Doctor is looking at you with a look you can't decipher.

It hit you suddenly that you might have a strong feeling for the Doctor. You decided to take a short break away from the Doctor and tardis to sort out your feeling but you made her swear up and down that she will come back for you again when you are ready. She promised.

Of course, when you finally returned to the tardis, you found out from the fam that they had meet an enemy of the Doctor, the Master. You felt like you were being kicked in the gut. You hated that person for his part with Bill's miserable fate and nearly yours. It was a different incarnation but still he already in your blacklist.

You noticed the Doctor look gloomy, sad and just distant and you hated it. She seemed so far from you eventhough she is just a few steps away from you.

You wanted to ask her what is going on with her but you dont think she would ever open up to you. But you still have to try, right? So you approached her and as you predicted, she shut you down.

It kind of hurt that she still doesn't trust you but you tried not to take it personally. You tried to be good and less annoying for fear if you ask too much from her, she would turn you away for good.

And then you and the fam meet Jack. Your heart nearly jumped at his warning of cyberman. The fam has yet to encounter cybermen but you did. The word alone enough to send you back to that flashback of being strapped down on the operating table as the doctors are ready to convert you.

Jack and the fam look concerned at seeing your pale face and rapid shallow breathing.

Yaz and Graham are able to calm you down when you finally told them about Bill.

When you and the fam returned to the tardis, they delivered Jack's warning for the Doctor.

You noticed the Doctor is staring at you at the mention of cyberman but she didn't say anything to you.

The Doctor found you alone as you sort of barricated yourself inside a random room in hope to calm yourself down. She sat beside you without words. It was a somewhat comfortable silence despite at the beginning you felt like you have to say something to her but you found yourself speechless.

You were glad she didn't ask you if you want to go home for in your moment of weakness you might say yes and you have feeling you will lose her for good if you did that. She would want to keep you safe and she might actually do that by leaving you behind on earth.

It wasn't that long before Jack's warning of the lone cyberman coming true. It looked somewhat defective but still lethal and, of course, the shape of it alone is enough to make a mess of your mind.

You have a panic attack again and the Doctor calmed you down with her soothing words and a gentle kiss on your forehead which reminded you a lot of her previous incarnation.

Somehow you felt like you are having a moment with the Doctor and yet for some reason you cant quite grasp it. You just feel at lost.

The Doctor left to deal with the lone cyberman and at the end of it all she has to surrender cyberium back to him. But, she planned to travel into the distant future to deal with Ashad and his armies.

The fam eagerly wanted to help despite the danger. You felt like if you didnt follow through with the rest, you were not good enough to be her companion. So, you forced yourself to overcome your fear.

Of course, the moment you stepped out of the tardis, the dread filled every spore of your body and mind. You were paralyzed by it that you nearly collapsed.

The Doctor has that look again on her face as she stared at you with sorrow. She told you to stay behind on the tardis and this time you didn't fight her on it. You recognized you are a liability currently.

As you waited for the Doctor and the fam to return, you summoned the tardis voice interface again and tell it your fears. The hologram just stood there listening to your rants.

You beginning to regret not going with the Doctor as hours passed by and no news from them. Your heart is clenched by the worry of losing the Doctor and the fam.

"They will return soon. They have to be. This is the tardis. The Doctor always return here...eventually. They will be okay." You repeated that to yourself like a mantra.

And you could finally be relieved of your stress when the door of the tardis opened up to reveal the Doctor. But, she was alone.

Your face filled with pain as you thought of the worst. But, she quickly reassured you that Yaz, Ryan and Graham are okay. They were back on earth with another tardis. You were puzzled and asked her what has happened.

The Doctor smiled brightly at you. It has been a while since last she smile so freely. She was about to explain when an alarm sounded loudly inside the tardis. Next thing you know, a bunch of Judoon were inside the ship and they were talking about how the Doctor is a fugitive to justice.

Without thinking you stepped into the oncoming laser beam one of the Judoon shot the Doctor with. You and the Doctor materialized somewhere else, a prison in some galaxy. The Doctor is quick to catch you as you lost your balance as you are feeling disoriented.

She reprimanded you for your reckless thinking. "That laser beam could have been anything. You could have died or worst splintered in pieces." She sounded angry.

You didn't bother to defend yourself as you tried to compose yourself as you took on the new surrounding. "Where are we?"

The Doctor is displeased for the change of topic but answered your question. She yelled at the ceiling, wanting to talk to whoever in charge of the prison.

There is no answer.

"At least we are together." You replied.

She glared at you, making you flinch.

For the next few hours, the Doctor is busy observing the prison she was in and sometimes yelling at the ceiling but she was ignored.

When someone come in to give a tray of food for one person, the Doctor is quick to demand a meeting but that person ignored her too. She told you to eat the food for you both are going to here for a long while it seemed. You ate a little, leaving a generous amount for the Doctor.

The Doctor is busy talking to herself and generally giving you a silent treatment much to your dismay.

It was the next day someone come in and gave a prison suit for the Doctor to change into. The Doctor is quick to point at you, telling them they made a mistake in regard of you. The person seemed surprised to see you as the room supposedly a solitary prison made for one person and agreed to talk to their superior.

It was another day before the door suddenly opened and two Judoon come in to read the Doctor's sentence. The Doctor interrupted them, wanting to negotiate your release.

You were uneasy that she keep demanding your release and made no mention of defending herself.

The Judoon glanced at you and nodded at each other before one of them stepped forward to grab your arm.

The Doctor stepped in front of you demanding to know what action they will take in regard of you. She wanted to be sure that you would be return safe and sound back on earth or at least on her tardis.

The Judoon pushed the Doctor away from its path and made a grab at you.

You were scared, not wanting to be apart from the Doctor. She warned you not to fight them so you followed the Judoon out of the room while the Doctor continued talking with the other one.

That was the last you saw of the Doctor.

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You were pushed into a room and was left there for hours. It was a smaller room and looked like some interrogation room. You tried to talk to anyone you see there but they mostly ignored you. You paced back and forth as you bite your lips nervously.

You can't keep track how long you were there but suddenly the door opened and entered an eye-patch lady with a twisted smile on her face. She wasn't alone. There is a military man with her and someone dressed like a doctor.

"Hello, (yn) (ln)." The lady greeted you with a grin. "It has been a while."

You were confused as you never see the lady before in your entire life. "How did you..."

"...know your name? My dear, I made you." She answered with a creepy smile.

You frowned in confusion.

"You have done well in regard of the Doctor."

You have a bad feeling toward this lady and the way she mentioned the Doctor with contempt made you realized she must be an enemy of the Doctor. You took a step back away from her.

The lady nodded at the man dressed as a doctor and he walked toward you.

You stared at him warily.

"Ceres, would you like your treatment now?" he said gently at you.

The reaction is immediate. All tension left your body as you mechanically answered, "Yes, please."

The man gently pulled you to him.

"I want to see everything she collected so far from her times with the Doctor." Madam Kovarian instructed the man.

The man obeyed.

The colonel glanced at you and then at Madam Kovarian. "What about the Doctor? She would have try to find out about her whereabout."

The unforgiving, evil smirk on her face nearly tore her lips apart. "Fabricate something. Let's just say that little (yn) here is mistakenly executed after a case of misidentify. Leave a vague trail with the cover up for our dear Doctor to find. Let her suffer for the death of a friend." She said with disdain. "Get her someone to blame, a scapegoat. The oncoming storm would want revenge, let her get it."

The colonel nodded his head and made the preparation needed.

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You blinked your eyes as awareness finally returned.

A young man smiled down at you.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little a while."

"Can I go now?"

"Go ahead."

You nodded as you slowly left the room.

"Oh, Ceres." The young man suddenly called out.

You turned around to face him in a very serene manner.

He smiled genuinely and said, "Welcome back."

You smiled before leaving him without any care in the world. You greeted a few other people on your way out with a kind smile.

As you left, Topher turned to the other occupants in the another room. Adelle and Madam Kovarian stepped into the room. Topher gave the intimidating lady what she wanted, a black box containing your memory and feeling, everything you see and heard as (yn) (ln).

Madam Kovarian look pleased with herself. She has yet to determine whether the information she gathered on the Doctor will be useful but one thing she knew, she could use (yn) as a weapon against the Doctor for she knew the Doctor's weakness has always been his/her companion.

"It is a pleasure doing business with you, Madam." Adelle replied with a smile but it was uneasy. She doesn't trust the woman but she seemed to have friends in high place for she was able to locate the dollhouse and even borrowed one of her active dolls for a long term of period. She tolerated her only because she donated a generous large amount of money for the corporation.

"I might have the need to use that girl once again in the future." Madam Kovarian said.

"Of course."

7777

After Jack broke her out of prison, the Doctor is filled with dread upon meeting the fam and realized you were gone. Before she could investigate on your disappearance, the fam has warned her of Daleks invasion on earth. Despite worrying about you, the Doctor had to focus on solving the current crisis.

At the end of the day, against Jack's protest, the Doctor actually planned to break in back into the prison, wanting to find out the prison record on you. As Kovarian predicted, she did find the trail of a cover up for prisoner 1423588. She froze after she uncovered the details and the fact there is nothing left of you to find.

Jack, Yaz, Ryan and Graham froze at the fury emanating from the Doctor. They couldn't even properly grief for their fallen friends as they scrambled around trying to calm the oncoming storm.

She was frightening. Her friends are all afraid of her, save for Jack who understood the kind of loss she is feeling.

Yaz has begged her not to leave her behind again. Ten month has been an agony to her. However, to Ryan, what happened to (yn) is the last push he needed to actually left behind the world of the Doctor and Tardis. Graham, not wanting to left Ryan alone, also left with him. But they are all worried for the Doctor.

For their sake, the Doctor lies that she will be okay, that she understood that (yn) wouldn't want her to do anything reckless. She was heartbroken by yet another loss of friends.

Jack also stayed with Yaz on board of the tardis. Unlike the others, Jack knew the Doctor lies, she always lies. After Yaz is asleep, he volunteered to help her in her quest for revenge so he could watch over her and maybe pull her back if she went too far.

7777

You were imprinted with the identity of someone called Adalind. You were supposed to attend a party in a hotel with your pretend fiance. But thing get out of control when alien crashed the party.

The Doctor, Yaz and Jack were there to answer some distress signal from said alien.

"(yn)?" The Doctor called out in almost awe. She felt like she was being punched in the gut when she saw you.

"Sorry? I think you mistaken me with someone else." You replied in polite manner. You were different, you have different hair colors and eyes. You were dressed elegantly. You looked confident and comfortable with yourself.

"(yn)..." The Doctor clutched your arm insistently.

You forced a smile at her. "I'm sorry, I'm not (yn), my name is Adalind."

"You...really are not (yn)?" Yaz asked hesitantly. She was shocked with your appearance.

You shook your head as you pulled the Doctor's hand off you.

The Doctor pulled her sonic screwdriver to scan you but to her surprise, the conclusion is inconsistent. A more thorough scan revealed that Adalind is definitely not (yn), different brainwave pattern and all. Her hearts broke at the result. But, of course, she should have known there is no way (yn) could be alive. But, she still suspect Adalind. Could she be an echo of (yn) like what happened to Clara? But the brainwave pattern...

Jack and Yaz are quick to distract the Doctor with the distress signal they have come for in the first place and it worked, for the duration of the mystery, the Doctor is able to push the thought of Adalind out of her mind.

Adalind and the rest of the guests were interrogated by the Doctor when someone suddenly dropped dead.

Yaz had talked to Adalind's fiance and she thought he was suspicious for his reluctant to talk about how she met Adalind. She told Jack about it and he agreed he seemed fishy.

Jack had flirted with Adalind but was quickly stopped with a mean glare from the Doctor.

After a series of events, the Doctor finally is able to solve the crisis and save most of everyone in the hotel included the alien in question.

The Doctor, Yaz and Jack had spoken with Adalind and they like you enough to warrant invitation onto the Tardis. Of course, the truth is, the Doctor is wanting to investigate more on Adalind's similarity with (yn).

However, Adalind, despite your friendliness with them, has refused the offer 'opportunity of a lifetime' as you had deduced their ulterior motive regarding a certain (yn). Yaz had gave you her number in case you changed your mind.

Adalind bid the three of them goodbye and left the hotel alone without the fiance.

Unbeknownst to you, you were followed. You walked alone for a long while before a black van suddenly stopped near you. A man got out of the van. "Ceres, would you like your treatment now?"

"Yes, please." You answered immediately and the man led you inside the van.

The Doctor, Yaz and Jack is quick to use the Tardis to follow the van. Thankfully, Jack apparently has put a tracker on Adalind when he is flirting with her. The Doctor is impressed with him.

7777

Topher has just finished the usual procedures of erasing the Adalind imprint and returning you to default Ceres personality. Your caretaker has also informed him on the unexpected variable during your current engagement and he had called Adelle on it when he found elaborate tracker on your person.

When Adelle is informed that the unknown variable has called you with the name (yn), she cursed. She would have to call on that unpleasant woman again regarding the imprint (yn) (ln).

You were oblivious to the tension above as you serenely making an origami paper much like a child.

Somewhere within the building, the tardis materialized inside as the Doctor and companion got out to inspect the surrounding curiously.

The room screamed zen mood all over the place. There are people who were doing stuff like meditating, drawing, making flower arrangement, etc. But, they didn't seem concerned or alarmed at the appearance of the tardis or the three strangers.

"What is this place?" Yaz asked out loud.

Jack noticed on the railing above, a young woman dressed as a dominatrix walked to a room but not before winking at him. "I like it."

The Doctor, however, laser-focused on locating you and she finally spotted you, seated on the floor in front of a small table, smiling as you made origami. She quickly approached you and called you Adalind but you weren't responsive to that name.

You finally noticed the three strangers that are staring at you. The blonde woman looked sad as if someone shot her puppy so you offered her your finished origami.

She smiled at you but you think her smile still sad. She asked your name as she bend her knees before you.

"I am Ceres." You replied.

"Ceres..." She repeated.

An alarm sounded loudly. A set of man and woman dressed in black suit immediately surrounded the room, pointing their gun on the strangers. The other caretakers herded the rest of the people inside the room to evacuate to another room.

The Doctor noted these people are almost childlike, not showing any fear or anxiety at all, as they were led away from there. She had prevented you from leaving when you are about to make your move too like the rest of the dolls.

Adelle stepped into the room and stared hard at the intruders.

The Doctor pulled her psychic papers and as Adelle read into it, she groaned and instructed the guard to back off.

"They have VIP invitation from Rossum." Adelle said in annoyance. "I really wish they warned me before letting VIP guest into the building." She led the Doctor, Yaz and Jack into her office.

The Doctor wanted you to stay with her but she has to find out more about this place from Adelle and it wouldn't do to alert them of her intention with you.

7777

Adelle offered the guests a bourbon for a drink but they refused. The blonde woman seemed to be in charge and is very eager to find out what the Dollhouse has to offer.

The Doctor introduced herself and her companion.

Adelle has revealed that she knew that they made use of a psychic paper, she was warned of it but she saw no harm in telling them about the Dollhouse. After all, in a short a while, they would no longer be her problem.

"Who warned you of it?" The Doctor asked her but she only smiled.

The Doctor and Yaz look horrified after her explanation of the purpose of the Dollhouse.

"I know some people have reservation about our Actives. Robot. Slaves. Mosty, people think they are very good liars. They are, of course, the opposite." Adelle started her speech. "An Active is the truest soul among us."

"The only way to imprint a human being with a new personality is to remove their own. Completely." The Doctor said in horror.

"But they are not gone. We made a backup of all their original personality. The Actives here are under five-years contract with us. After five years, we will return them to their original personality with a few tweak as they wanted on our contract. They left here a rich person and no longer have to deal with whatever issues they have before they entered a contract with us." Adelle said. "We eased their suffering."

The Doctor demanded to see the technology they used on these people.

They met Topher who animatedly explained with a smug look on his face about the machine. He was surprised when the Doctor is able to keep up and talk technology babble on par with him. He was impressed with the Doctor and her with him.

"Is that what happened to (yn)?" Yaz asked. "Did she entered a contract with you?"

Adelle looked almost sorry to tell them the truth.

"She is not real, is she?" The Doctor said. "She is an imprint."

"The real (yn) (ln) has died a long time ago. But we were requested to copy her brainwave pattern, apparently, she fits some criteria that our client wanted." Topher revealed.

"Some criteria...funny, kind and brave...exactly my type..." The Doctor snorted in derisive. "The exact companion I can't resist..."

Both Yaz and Jack stared at the Doctor in confusion and dread as they realized someone ordered one of these Actives, imprinted with a personality of some dead woman that they think will catch the Doctor's interest...as a spy?

"Who is the client?" Yaz demanded.

"That is classified." Adelle has said.

The Doctor snorted. "You already blabber your mouth about all of these, why keep that one a secret?"

"This is not personal to me, Doctor, I don't know or care who you are. You are our esteemed client problem and she is on the way here to see you. You will soon find out who it is." Adelle said.

Yaz and Jack look nervous at the mention of the said client coming for them.

The Doctor glared at her firmly. "I want to talk to (yn). Imprint her back to...Ceres."

"We can't. The imprint on (yn) (ln) is no longer in our hands. We handed it over to the client per her request."

"Well, that is not entirely true."

Adelle turned to glare at Topher. "You didn't."

"I made a backup, backup of the imprint." Topher sheepishly grinned, sorry-not-sorry.

Adelle rolled her eyes in fondness at the young man as he grabbed something from the vault of black boxes of imprints and located the imprint he wanted.

You were led back into the room and into the machine where the Doctor and companion witnessed for the first time how the machine worked.

7777

You woke up to the concerned face of the Doctor and Yaz.

"Doctor? Yaz?" You blinked in confusion. "Where am I?"

Jack stared at you in pity.

"What was the last thing you remembered?" The Doctor asked.

"I was with you and then I was in the interrogation room. There was a woman." You tried to recalled your last memories.

"Tell me about the woman. What does she look like?" The Doctor requested.

You described the woman and blanched at the fury on the Doctor's face as she, in disdain, uttered a name.

"Kovarian."

The Doctor explained in brief that Kovarian has a grudge on her and if she is coming to the building, they would have to expect a fight on their hands.

Jack brought gun and ready for a fight.

You were confused by the whole thing and demanded explanation.

The way the Doctor glanced at you, like she was disgusted or sad, you didn't understand what to warrant you that expression. She can't still be mad at you for jumping in front of the stupid laser beam, can she?

Eventually, they told you the truth.

You were having a hard time believing them. "I am real! Not an imprint!" You yelled at them in denial.

You saw that the Doctor truly believe that you are not real, that everything you experienced together are all lies. You were angry and sad. You left the room, unable to face the Doctor any longer. You cried on the stairs away from everyone.

If it was all fake, a fabricated everything, why does it feel so real? Your feeling is real and valid and you realized right now you are hurt by the Doctor and it hurts so bad it has to be real. How can they say that?

You couldn't believe the true you, the original personality, has given up on your body and mind, to be a plaything of people for five years. Given that you are on loan for some enemy of the Doctor that probably has time travel on their hands meant that for you it might already be longer than five years.

"Why woud I do that?" You asked yourself out loud.

"You could no longer live with the consequence of your own action." Adelle answered for you. "And you no longer have to."

"What could be so bad that I, that she would do that?" You asked her.

She didn't answer at first. "Do you really want to know?"

You glanced at her, at her serious expression on her face and realized you are afraid to find out about the original you because that would be like admitting that you are not real and you are not ready.

Suddenly a bunch of men dressed like an army entered the building, quick to block the all possible way out.

Adelle sighed in exasperation.

7777

Jack was able to escape the resulting chaos as the Doctor and Yaz surrender to face the client they have been waiting for.

"You really have a perchance to ruin my plan, don't you, Doctor?" Kovarian look annoyed at the fact the Doctor found out about (yn) before she could use you against her and that she doesn't even surprised to see her again.

You and the Doctor glared at the woman.

"Hello, Kovarian, colonel run-away." The Doctor coldly greeted them.

The colonel twitched at the cursed nickname the oncoming storm has bestowed upon him for his part in kidnapping Amy and Melody Pond.

Kovarian glanced at the Doctor and then at you. "I see you get (yn) back after all." She glanced at Adelle and Topher in disapproval. "What do you think of my gift to you, Doctor?"

The Doctor glared at the woman. "What do you hope to accomplish from using her?"

Kovarian smiled menacingly at the Doctor. "I suppose it is no longer matter since you already found out that (yn) here is a fake."

You bristled at that. You were angry and ready to snap back at the stupid eye-patch lady but to your surprise, the Doctor pulled you away from the woman.

"You got me now. What are you gonna do about it?" The Doctor taunted her instead.

Kovarian smirked. "Oh you will find out." She suddenly recite something in that flat tone of her, a twisted version of the tick tock goes the clock that the Doctor recognized but instead of using River's name, this time, it was yours.

The reaction is immediate as you clenched your head in pain.

"Oh shit." Topher recognized it as a sleeper mode within an Active, probably a combat-ready personality one.

Yaz grabbed onto you, worrying about your state but Topher warned her to step away from you.

You stared blankly ahead.

"What have you done, Kovarian?" The Doctor demanded even though she already guess what happened to you.

You walked toward the colonel who gave you a gun and you proceed to point the gun at the Doctor.

The Doctor was able to duck thankfully. She was correct, after all. Of course, she is going to use you as a weapon like she did with River.

Yaz, Adelle and Topher also duck on the floor.

You stride in confident as you commanded the Doctor to kneel.

Having a gun pointed at her, the Doctor has no choice but to obey.

Suddenly a different sound of alarm ringing through the building and it made you groaned in pain and you were knocked out cold.

Topher realized it was emergency alarm that will immediately wiped every imprints in the building and since you are currently an imprint, you were effected too.

Before anyone can do anything, there is a blackout and the shooting started causing chaos.

The Doctor crawled near Yaz and covered her with her body.

When the blackout is over, the Doctor looked up and froze when she saw River and Jack together with guns, incapacitating Kovarian men.

"Hello, sweetie." River greeted the Doctor with her usual flirty tone. "Loving the new look."

Jack has somehow get into the tardis and asked it for help in getting more people to rescue the Doctor and the machine has led him to the Doctor's wife.

The Doctor is momentarily distracted by the appearance of her wife. She is happy to see her again despite knowing the heartaches she would later feel again, having to say goodbye and return her beloved wife to the correct timeline and erased River's memory of her current incarnation.

Kovarian has lost once more to the Doctor and River. She is pissed but there is not much she can do except apparently destroy the imprint (yn) she has on her person, essentially killing the chance for (yn) to return or so she hopes. She was petty and she wish to hurt the Doctor anyway she can.

The Doctor glanced forlornly at the destroyed piece of tech that carried (yn) within. To tell the truth, she has no idea if she would want to bring (yn) back again.

You slowly woke up to Yaz's concerned face. "Did I fall asleep?" You asked her.

Yaz's face fell at that. She recognized Ceres for her childlike look.

"For a little a while." Topher answered.

You smiled at him as he helped you up.

The Doctor glanced at you sadly.

River glanced at the Doctor curiously and then at you. Jack has filled her in about you before.

The Doctor's hearts nearly tear apart when Topher had said the backup imprint of (yn) he made also got damaged during the shooting. Was (yn) gone for real now? She didn't even get to say goodbye.

She wasn't the only one who is in grief. Yaz is sad as you were her friend too.

7777

The Doctor would have like to shut down the Dollhouse but settled on the demand for the release of the original personality of you be returned and released from the Dollhouse service. She didn't want to see you used by anyone ever again.

Adelle agreed and being generous enough to release you with more money than the contract stated.

The Doctor warned her that the tech they used is dangerous and someday some people are going to want to use it, abuse it, for their personal gain.

Adelle reassured her that she won't let that happen. She care for the Dollhouse and the Actives.

The Doctor watched as you, the real you, talked to Adelle. You looked very beautiful at that moment but she noticed the underlying pain on your eyes. She had read your file and watch your recruitment video. She knew the reasoning behind your acceptance of the Dollhouse contract.

You bumped into her and apologized politely. There is no recognition on your eyes upon seeing her.

The Doctor's hearts ached as she forced a smile at you.

You walked away without turning back, passing Yaz and Jack without so much a look.

Yaz watched you go with a look of grief on her face.

7777

River comforted the Doctor the only way she could as she suspected that (yn) is someone dear to the Doctor. River has the damaged tech from Topher unbeknownst of the Doctor. She is hoping she could fix it and maybe lessen the pain in her wife's eyes. But she knew it was a long shot so she didn't dare to alert the Doctor of her intention.

After saying goodbye to River once more, the Doctor keep her mask in place for her companion's benefit.

Yaz wanted to check on your well being and she obliged because she has a duty of care.

They didn't approach you, only watched you from far away.

You didn't look happy but you make do. You live well with the generous amount of money on your bank account.

The Doctor and Yaz left the sight of you and back into the tardis.

The wheezing sound of the tardis caught your attention as you glanced around in curiosity before shrugging and resumed your walking.

A/N: So, yeah, finally a sort of crossover fusion of doctor who and dollhouse. It has been a while since I last watch dollhouse so I might get some fact wrong but plot holes whatever, right? November and Whiskey are my favorite characters on Dollhouse. Guess the reader's situation is similar to that of November but without the sad ending. Also, what am I even writing? I knew the plot fell flat in regard of how Kovarian going to use the reader against the Doctor. I don't feel so good now but as usual I'm just gonna post it and run away.

I hope this is entertaining enough for a good read. Thank you for reading. Hope you have a good day. Stay safe, everyone.

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#doctor who x reader #13th doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #doctor who fanfiction #shiefenwrites

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