Bedtime Story (drabble)
Bedtime Story (drabble)
Pairing: Ten/Rose, Tentoo/Rose
Rating: G
"This is the story of a boy. A boy and his box, and the adventures he had, and the things he lost, but I'll wait to explain those.
This is also the story of a girl. A girl and a chance meeting, and a choice made and ignored, but I won't break your little heart with that tonight.
Tonight I'm going to tell you a fairytale.
Once upon a time, a boy ran away. He was afraid of growing up, settling down, picking up the responsibilities of his home, getting bored. Well, he never had to. But there was a cost. The boy lost his home, and everyone there, and was cursed. He was cursed to roam the stars forever, in his little blue box, all alone.
Now far, far away, on a little blue and green planet, on a soggy little island, there was a girl. She was afraid of being stuck, standing still, being no one forever and ever. She worked somewhere unimportant, doing something unimportant, and feeling so very unimportant.
One day, a villain came to her little island. And it took over the shop window dummies where she worked. She was cornered, alone, and frightened in a basement. Then someone took her hand, and whispered, "Run."
The boy took her away from her unimportant little life, off into the stars. Slowly, he grew to trust her, and she trusted him. And they grew to be friends, and then more than friends. And she slowly learned all about his curse, and decided to end it by staying with him, always.
Once, he changed to save her life. She didn't know if he was still the same boy she'd fallen in love with, and she almost left. She almost gave up. But he proved himself to her again, by fighting off another villain from her soggy little island, and by showing her he still loved her. So they kept traveling together.
Once, she thought she'd lost him forever. A horrible white wall sprang up and pulled them apart. She thought she'd never see him again, but she never gave up. She searched for him for years and years, and finally found him again.
But then there were two of him, one a clone, the other the original boy. And the original boy left her on the other side of the wall with the clone. And he did it to keep her safe. She was mad at first, oh, she was very mad with him. She wouldn't accept that his clone was him. But then he told her things.
He told her he was free of the curse of living forever. He told her he could spend the rest of his life by her side.
He told her he loved her.
And she accepted him. It was slow, at first. But he grew his magic box again, and they traveled again, and he asked her to marry him. And she finally accepted him. She said yes.
And now they have a beautiful little girl. And her name is Donna Jackie Tyler. And she's finally fallen asleep."
Rose smiled at the little bundle in her arms, and gently set her in the little blue cradle. Her planet mobile swung above her, shining galaxies twirling beautifully around scaled-down planets. One of them was small and blue and green. Another was big and gold and red.
She ran a finger over the little girl's cheek, smiling when she turned her head toward it. "Goodnight, Donna," she whispered, and stepped back, out of the room, turning off the lights and leaving the little stars' glow in their place. She shut the door, and turned to her husband, who was leaning against the hallway wall, brown spikey hair and striped pajamas ruffled. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
"She asleep?" "Yeah," Rose sighed, folding herself into his arms. He stroked a hand down her back and leaned his chin sleepily against her head. "You done fiddling with the controls?" "I'll just let the TARDIS decide where we go tomorrow." "How about no where? A family day in?" He smiled down at her. "Well, you do have a story to finish. I think I could help with that." She leaned up and kissed him softly, then pulled back. "C'mon, Doctor. It's time for bed." She led him down the hall.
Inside the starlit room, the little girl clutched happily to a small device, one that would seem out of place in any other crib. But the little sonic screwdriver was perfectly right for the little Doctor's Daughter.
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Asleep (Sam from SPN Imagine)
Pairing: Reader/Sam
Rating: G
Your favorite moments, you decided, were when you and Sam were alone in the library, researching some case or just reading for fun. You'd sit on opposite sides of the table, noses in books and coffee mugs in arm's reach at all times, for hours and hours on end, occasionally muttering a few sentances to each other, perhaps a joke that would set off silent giggles for a long time afterward, perhaps asking if the other was done with their joe yet, did they want another cup? Most of the afternoons, and often late nights, would pass in near complete silence.
Occasionally, you'd fall asleep in your chair, and you'd wake up hours later to find that someone had dropped you off in your bed, going so far as to tuck you in. You'd smile to yourself and at Sam the next time you saw him, but neither of you ever brought it up.
There was one time that the situation reversed, and you came back into the library from a bathroom break to find a shaggy haired Sam asleep on a pile of books, snoring softly and looking generally like a giant puppy. That thought had you struggling to stay quiet as you giggled.
Given that it would've been completely impossible for you to pick him up without serious injury to one or both of you, you settled for simply finding the softest pillow and cuddliest blanket you could and wrapping him in them. The fact that he didn't do more than grunt quietly and pull the blanket closer proved to you that he needed the sleep, and, seeing that he was out so deeply, you got a little brave and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple and whispering, "'Night, Sammy."
Sam woke up a few hours later, and smiled when he saw you, going slightly pink. Neither of you said anything about it.
A few days later, you got brave again. You left a note on Sam's side of the table with his name on it that read simply, "You're a cute sleeper."
A few days after that, you got one back that said, "You are too."
Neither of you talked about it, but now you sat on the same side of the table. And Sam became your favorite pillow.
WHAT IN THIS GODFORSAKEN WORLD COULD POSSIBLY BE ANY CREEPIER THAN SEEING FUCKING DARKIPLIER DOING THAT AS HE WALKS TOWARD YOU IN A DARK HALLWAY LIKE
WHAT THE FUCK
Important Question That Needs Answering:
Can the Markiplier Egos do The Foot Thing™
Let Gallifrey Go
The mountains glow dark crimson tonight, Not a Time Lord to be seen. Just me and Koschei left now, While our friends are caught between…
My head is spinning
with these choices in my mind… Do I leave and run, do I stay and die?
What can I do, What can I say? Push the button, Run and save the day?
Condemn them all, All them but me? Why is it me?
Allons-y! Allons-y! I’ll just run away, I’ll be free!
Allons-y! Allons-y! I’m not Rassilon’s devotee!
This Time War has to end… I can’t save them all…
We’re all just stories in the end.
I’d never thought I’d see the day It came to this… The Daleks and the Time Lords wiping one from existence…
I need to find a way to do What no one else is willing to, The Moment’s come, it’s down to me! Why me?
Gallifrey! Gallifrey! In the Time Lock where you’ll stay!
Gallifrey! Gallifrey! Where your crimson peaks are stained!
I’m the last of a doomed race Cursed for all of time…
I tried so hard to find a way to stop it all To be a hero and to save them from the burning fall… But now that’s over, now it’s done, now it’s all through! I’ve locked it all away, they’ll never come back through!
I’m alone! I’m alone! I’ve locked away Gallifrey!
I’m alone! I’m alone! Was it worth the price I paid?!
I did what I had to do! Couldn’t save them all…!
I’ve said my goodbyes to Gallifrey…
I like to think that sometimes dark will get these twangs of guilt or regret and he can never work out why, but there’s a reason he’s never got rid of that cracked mirror in his office. Or maybe he is just as broken as Wilford except wilfords response to being torn apart was to just spiral into it while dark tried to fight back and regain agency over himself? Like that’s why he’s so determined to get revenge, he’s just as hurt by wkm as wilf, he’s just dealing with it differently
I think Dark retains all the memories of WKM, and all of Damien’s memories, but the person/people that he was are forever changed (but maybe not completely gone), and that the dark entity that powers him led him to a different kind of insanity, one that’s hyper-focused and obsessive rather than sporadic and hyperactive and stereotypically “mad”.
Some thoughts about the Dark!Robin that’s been going around.
So first of all, I’m loving the name “Deadpixl,” which’s been thrown around recently. Also, I’m loving the art and edits I’ve seen of him!!
Here’s a couple of headcanons. :)
-Deadpixl is a puppeteer. He’s the one who effectively created Anti, and is most in control of him. Anti has exactly one fear in the whole universe, and that’s Deadpixl.
-He hates the spotlight, preferring to work from behind the scenes to manipulate his way through the world. Unlike Dark, though, he’s not power-obsessed or revenge-driven. Nope, he just wants to see the world burn.
-If he is forced to act directly, however, he is terrifyingly strong and deadly smart. He’s a master of hypnosis, able to bring people under his control with just a few words.
-He doesn’t have much of a sense of humor, so try joking or sassing him and you’re probably not gonna live to try it again.
I love dark sides so much! They’re such fun little fandom things, and they’re super fun to write. ;)
I actually wrote a story about Tentoo getting older.
Bonus:
It’s not that he hadn’t expected the signs of aging - he just hadn’t expected them to happen so soon…
[Part of the TenToo Adventures series] —
(Random fact: I had actually planned to add a third scene where TenToo notices that he’s getting more wrinkles and pulls his face into grimaces at the mirror, but this request has already been taking me quite long and was starting to get a little frustrating when things went wrong, so I decided to cut it out.)
Ah thank you! I couldn’t read it!
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Date: 08/11/2019
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So I hear we’ve got a new teaser image....
What are you up to, Sean?
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