Warning: Many trigger warnings (self harm, suicide, rape, etc.) will be included in this list.
- Hair: Irresistible Longing
- Forehead: Blessing/Friendship
- Eyelid: Adoration
- Ear: Temptation
- The Bridge of Nose: Treasuring
- Cheek: Dear/Kindness/Satisfaction
- Lips: Love
- Throat: Desire
- Nape: Deep Attachment
- Back: Confirmation
- Chest: Possession
- Arm: Affection/Adoration
- Wrist: Desire/Lust
- Back of Hand: Respect/Love
- Palm of Hand: Begging/Entreaty
- Fingertip: Praise/Admiration
- Tummy: You-will-always-come-back-to-me
- Waist: Binding
- Thigh: Control
- Leg: Obediance
- Instep: Subordination
- Tip of the Toe: Worship/Idolize
((meme inspired by this))
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I know this might be a bit cliché, perhaps even a little overrated - but who doesn’t love doing a secret santa for Christmas?
In order to make this one a little different from most, this secret santa is dedicated to roleplayers of all shapes and sizes. However, I’ll still be sticking to the basics. Every roleplayer that reblogs this will get assigned another rp’er, but it’ll be your character’s job to get creative! It’s up to your muse to anonymously send in messages, memes, letters, questions, and gifts from now until Christmas Day. Of course, that doesn’t mean the mun can’t leave a nice message now and then. Once the 25th rolls around, you and your character must reveal themselves and perhaps even start a great friendship!
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sometimes I remember that not everyone started watching Doctor Who as a little kid and grew up with it
there are some people for whom it hasn’t been a steadfast part of most of their life
what is that like for you
It’s… like it’s always been there. I have only been a whovian for about 7 months and like… I can’t imagine my life without Doctor Who now. It’s sort of like being opened up to a whole new world of adventure. Seeing things so much differently.
For me it was like stepping into the TARDIS… one little show, but so much bigger on the inside.
She tensed as the device was clicked onto her. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “I don’t travel with this thing. Take it off!” She closed her eyes and lowered her head. “Please… tell me what’s wrong.” Her voice was soft. “Sin, please tell me?” She tried to smile. “You’re frightening me, dear. I-I’d like to help you. Please.” She reached up and slid her hand on the woman’s cheek. “Tell me what’s happening. We- we can fix it.” She was beginning to panic. Everything her friend was saying sounded like a goodbye. “P-please?” she whispered.
"Get. Help." Sin told her firmly. "Vashta Nerada. That’s what these things are called. My vortex manipulator is set to Vampire, and won’t take you anywhere— anywhen that is in daylight hours right now. It should take you some where close to the TARDIS. Please. Get help. This is not something we can face alone, and I have the ultimate defense… they can’t eat stone, but they can eat a vampire. And if I come with you, the time energy will fuck up the coordinates, and there’s no for sure on where we might land. You could die if I come with you. Go.”
Before giving her a choice, Sin pressed the button on the side and sent her friend into the vortex.
"He wasn’t always…" She began to defend him but then realized she could hardly remember him from before her mother had passed. She lowered her head, and thought back, focusing on the image of her mother. She didn’t want to answer. The vampire hated being distracted the way she was. She could sense the danger around them and wished she knew what was happening. She opened her mouth to ask but couldn’t say anything. She was worried for her friend.
"I was a mother once. I had three children. Dora, Mal, and Bas. I think about them a lot actually. I never had a mother who loved me, or a father who cared much about more than money and drugs. Family has always been a word to scoff at for me, because in the end the definition comes down to "falling apart". But… I sort of feel like you and Clever and the Doctor are my new family… and lately that’s fallen apart too. I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever know peace, or warmth… but then I remind myself that peace is too quiet," the girl grinned. "Despite all your squabbling I love all you jerks with everything I’m worth. That’s what keeps me from being afraid of the dark. Because no matter how scary things get, you lot will always be there to pull me out." She clipped the vortex manipulator around the mistress’ wrist.
A smile tugged the woman’s lips up. “Yes.” she whispered. “She was the best cook around. Kindest woman I’ve ever known. Gentle to a fault. She once tried to teach me how to cook…” She frowned. “I-I don’t remember what it was.” The Mistress paused, sadly. Upset that her memories were fading. “But I nearly burnt the house down.” She chuckled a bit. “She told Papa that it was her fault the house smelled like smoke.” Her smile faded. “Papa was not happy.”
"Your papa wasn’t happy unless he was neck deep in a tub of booze," the brunette commented dryly. "That aside… tell me about your happiest memory with her. Do you remember that warmth…? Did she make you feel safe?" Sin’s voice trailed sadly a bit as she grabbed her vortex manipulator, checking the settings on it. Soon after the woman grabbed a flashlight and tucked it in her hoodie pocket.
The vampire still didn’t understand. “My mother,” she began. “Would often tell me not to be afraid. Things in the dark can’t hurt you.” She paused. “Not if you keep… keep the Lord in your heart” The woman shook her head, knowing full well how useless her story was. They had both experienced their share of darkness. They both knew how much the dark could hurt.
"Tell me about your mother… tell me about her again. She sounds so nice. I never understood what it was like to have a loving mother," Sin admitted, sidling around the fireplace to kneel and grab her back. She felt a coldness start to consume her, as if a million spiders had begun to crawl up her leg. "Did she care for you when you had a tummy ache?"