|My persona, Elliot|
My DoctorI never wanted him to love me, not like that. Not like he loved Rose. I just wanted to be his friend, his companion for once. But we never became that. I made too many mistakes. My biggest one was being created. Even though it was not my fault, the way he looked at me made me feel like it was. The next mistake was falling in love. Out of all the people in the universe I could have fallen for, I fell for a man who hurt. The Master. When Doctor learned of our relationship, he flew into a mad rage and told me I could never make things right if I kept going on the way I did. He told me I couldn't love him. My third and final mistake was surviving. He gave me a choice; he said I could either end it quickly and remove myself from this world, or I could suffer on and be killed by him. He told me, he said that he would kill me. His eleventh form was always his angriest. Then again, the older her got, the angrier he got in general. Which is why I always tried to visit Nine. He was awful sweet t
A Man Called the DoctorAll I know is that it is very dark. The kind of dark that gets into your heart and makes you feel like you're alone.
But I don't just feel alone. I am alone. I haven't spoken to another human in weeks, just left in here by the Daleks to rot. I've been fed and hydrated and that's just about it.
I try to ignore the feeling of being watched, despite the darkness that I would normally trust to cloak me. I run my hands over the smooth metal walls, shivering in my thin clothes that I was given by the Daleks. All it consists of is a stretchy fabric that covers from my neck to my ankles.
I don't know why they want me. For every single day since I've been in here, I've been scanned twice a day. The entire room I'm in would light up, causing excruciating blindness for me for about twenty seconds, long enough for some kind of scanner to sweep all over the room, including me. By the time it's done, everything's dark again and I'm left with a terrible headache.
I sigh heavily, wondering how I ever
SwedenxChubby!Reader-Sleep With MeIt was Saturday night and you were slumped in the backseat of a taxi, exhausted and achy. Lucky for you, your boyfriend Berwald made a nice pillow. As a special weekend treat, he'd taken you to an amusement park, and you were out for the count.
Your head was resting in his lap and he played with your (h/l) (h/c) hair, his intense gaze staring off into space. He hated amusement parks, with all the loud noises and rude people, but he loved you and you loved amusement parks. For the most part he had just been there for protection, though he did have to admit the actual roller coasters were rather fun.
You stirred in your sleep as the taxi stopped at a red light, and a tiny smile crept onto his features. He found you so adorable, all innocent and chubby. If anyone ever picked on you for any reason, Berwald was sure to be right there by your side, though sometimes things could get out of hand. Just earlier, he had knocked a few teeth out of the mouth of a guy who'd called you "fatass". Even
RussiaxChubby!Reader:PartOneIt was easy to say that while your boyfriend was as cuddly as a teddy bear, he was definitely as strong as a real bear. Sometimes when he hugged you, it felt as if he were crushing the air from your lungs. But you knew it wasn't intentional.
Ivan had been deprived of physical contact for a long time, and he adored cuddling your soft body. You had grown used to the occasional bruising from his strong arms. He just didn't realize how strong he was, but it never really hurt, so you put up with it. You just couldn't stand to tell your loving boyfriend that he was hurting you. He seemed as oblivious as usual, just stroking your hair and humming happily.
At the risk of sounding cliche, it was indeed a rather dark and stormy night when things changed. It had been raining for a few days, and the entire time you'd been with Ivan. The two of you were cuddling on the couch, but you noticed that his hold on you was softer than usual. Not that you were complaining, but you also noticed an almost sa
Theme 1: BeginningsEverything has a beginning. Even if it has no end, it has had a beginning. Some beginnings are sad, like the beginning of a war. Others are happy. Like the beginning of a life, or of friendship. Shadow's beginning was a little sad and little happy, and this is how it went.
Somewhere in a small town on the edges of the country of Turkey, a baby was born. This baby was named Aygül, which was Turkish for "moon rose". The name seemed to fit the little girl with snowy white hair and ivory skin who smelled as sweet as a rose garden after rain. The baby was a happy baby, one who did not cry when she was born. Instead, she watched in silent confusion as large people dressed in blue and white dashed about and huddled around a red woman on a table.
There was red everywhere, even on the baby. In the end, too much red came from the red woman. The baby watched solemnly as the dark skinned doctors bowed their heads in respect of the woman who never got to be a mother.
The red woman was wheeled
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Hello! My name is Elliot! Despite my feminine appearance I am actually a boy. I have a varied fashion sense so sometimes I look more masculine.
I would love to be your friend.
My music tastes are very varied and I do not bash so don't be afraid to talk music with me. My recent obsession in music is with the band The Kongos.
I'm in a lot of fandoms. I also don't bash those so please be open. I love to draw, write, and take pictures! I love Hetalia, SnK, Free!, Sherlock, Supernatural, Doctor Who and much more!
I have mood swings but I'm never mean just kinda stoic so you have permission to ignore me.
My boyfriend: french-farcie
A bff in real life: DarkAngelCassy
A bff on here: ShotgunRaine
My babe: Ai-tanii
Well here have some amazing artists:
And forever RIP to Duke-Kahvi