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Spending a lot of time at @braxiateltm

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Spending a lot of time at @braxiateltm

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WELL, that’s my life in a nutshell these days —– 

                           TORTURE & INTERIOR DESIGN.

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WELL, that’s my life in a nutshell these days —– 

                           TORTURE & INTERIOR DESIGN.

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Hooefully I’ll get on tomorrow. Work has been evil

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                  “I don’t get why you gotta stay for a lil’ while an’ then leave all over again. It didn’t make sense t’ me back then an’ it really don’t make sense t’ me now. I’m gonna ALWAYS need you, Mary. Is it hard for you to see that?” This was just another person who would eventually leave her, something Queenie was beginning to feel would always happen. Her sister was running away to go rogue with her Auror duties, Jacob couldn’t risk her life by breaking the laws with her and almost every other person she met had SOMEONE ELSE they needed to return to. Mary had been someone she was certain would stay THIS TIME and yet it didn’t seem so likely anymore. “Don’t I make you happy? Did I do something bad that makes you wanna go away again? I swear I never TRY t’ listen t’ any of your thoughts. I’m really working on that an’ I almost never hear anything. Ain’t there some way I can make you stay?”

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    “No. No, Queenie no; don’t you think that. Not for one second.”  Mary Poppins could not abide sentiment -- part of her duties as a nanny meant she could not get attached to the children she cared for because eventually they’d no longer need her and she’d have to leave and let them grow without her until she was just a distant memory, a dream they couldn’t quite remember. This was no different. When her duty was done, the wind changed and Mary Poppins would have to help someone else.  But she cared for Queenie, so very VERY much. Every inch of her, mind, body, and soul, was beautiful. This complicated things. “It’s just the way things must be. I shall stay for as long as you need me. Whether that’s in twenty-hours or twenty years.”

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You're not gonna leave me again, are you?

     “All stories must end eventually, my love. I will stay for as long as you need me.”

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my sexuality is 100% when mr clever/eleven screams THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY’RE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE

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The gentle caress of her cheek brought a soft smile to her lips. 

❝ If y’say so. ❞

She’s not entirely sure what she’s supposed to be doing. There’s a temptation to kiss Mary but she’s not sure if the other will let her, or if she should be taking her coat off or– she doesn’t really do this often, so she’s a teeny bit awkward but she knows Mary will guide her. 

❝ Now what? ❞

Her hand slipped down to her neck, inadvertently feeling her pulse. Doubled as a result of the extra heart.  “Relax.” She ordered gently, “You have a nasty habit over-thinking things. We’ll soon take care of that.”     She stepped in closer, leaning in ever so slowly until her lips grazed the Doctor’s. She wanted to do this right, she’d throw up every trick she had to help her friend -- it wasn’t for personal gain but she knew she was going to enjoy it too. 

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sometimes i remember that braxiatel got bernice to go to draconia when she didn’t want to by literally whining “BUT I WANT YOOOOOOOUUU DESPERATELEHHHHHHH..... but Benneehhhhhhhh....” 

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alt! :)

“TWENTY-four hours in a day. One-thousand- one-hundred-an’-forty separate minutes in which someone COULD meet their end at th’ ‘ands of someone who may              or may not                                              look like ME.       EIGHTY-SIX-THOUSAND-FOUR-HUNDRED seconds in each an’ every one of which someone could breathe their last.”

An OC based in the MCU; Paranoid schizophrenic ROCKWELL ‘CALL ME LUCIFER’ BELMONT has embraced his demons. He’s arbitrary, violent and psychopathic.    Oh and there’s a high chance he’s a mutant. Find him @luciferbelmont

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❝ Yeah, I do. Don’t use it much but still got one. ❞ 

Even with her boundless energy, she had to take a nap ever now and again. Usually every few days when she was actually tired enough to stop and sleep. Often enough her brain just wouldn’t shut off. But she doubts that’s gonna be a problem today. 

Taking hold of Mary’s hand, she guided her out the console room down a maze of corridors until they reached a room, stepping inside. It’s fairly simple, barely even used. Though it seemed the TARDIS had decided to upgrade the room from a single bed to a double bed. How kind. Even the Doctor seemed momentarily surprised by it before brushing it off.

Letting go of her hand, she spun on the spot to face Mary. 

❝ Good ‘nough? I’m sure if you ask nicely, she’ll add somethin’ in for ya. ❞

She knew the Doctor didn’t sleep much. Or the sleeping pattern was bizarre. Sometimes they’d go for days without sleeping, and then sleep for over twenty-four hours, other times there might be no sleep for weeks - months even - but they’d be right as rain after a full forty-minute nap. Mary Poppins had learned when the Doctor needed sleep and when not to insist it.       Her hand curled easily around the Doctors but it felt different this time. It might’ve been the female skin, or it might’ve been because they were not leading to an adventure or tea and scones on some far off planet but something else much more personal.      The room made her smile, however; she expected nothing less. Setting her bag on the ground for a moment, Mary Poppins reached up and gently stroked her cheek, “It’ll do quite nicely... All I need is you.”

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would you mayhaps be interested in yelling at a George Banks until his sanity shatters a second time

That depends on what George Banks did to deserve to be yelled at.

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ALT! (these are wonderful btw!)

   “Not that my AFFILIATION with the Doctor is particularly any concern of yours if you simply MUST know we go back… WAY back.” There was something particularly ominous about him, whether it was intentional or not was another matter entirely.    “I wouldn’t say we were friends; DRAMATICS have always been their strong suit so they would say I am their oldest enemy. I am the protector; The Doctor protects lives, and I protect the Doctor. Unbeknownst to them, I assure you, as far as they’re concerned all I care about is digging up bits of old pot and displaying them in my museum.” His eyes roll. “In the language of your people, I am the Doctor’s brother… Irving Braxiatel. Charmed, I’m sure.”

The Doctor’s big brother Brax. Former Gallifreyan politician, avid archaologist, fluent in sass. Queen of the Universe. I MIGHT bring him back one day because I absolutely adored him.

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   “Asshole, I think you’ll find I just SAVED your meaningless life, the word you’re LOOKING for is you-uuurh welcome.” It was like he didn’t even notice the other person DRIPPING with alien slime. Didn’t notice or didn’t care; and if you knew Rick Sanchez at all, you’d know it was the latter.

Wubba-lubba-dub-dub it’s 3D Riiiiick! Not particularly active, the blog didn’t seem to generate any interest but I pop back every so often to see if there is. Find him @schwiftys

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    He’s COMPLETELY naked when he wakes up on the cold floor, groaning and surrounded by empty bottles that formerly contained alcohol. He doesn’t get hungover, but he certainly regrets this. The only thing marring his skin was the abundance of tattoos doodled across it. “Fucks sake,” he whined as he rose to his feet, “Why’m I not in bed?!”    He realized quickly that he was standing with his penis out in front of a COMPLETE stranger. In fact, he didn’t even recognize his surroundings; had he got blind drunk and broken into someone else’s home thinking it was his own? That sounded ENTIRELY likely.    The fact his cock was hanging free didn’t phase him in the slightest     but he reached for his trousers anyway -- Mama raised a gentleman.     “Mornin’. Sorry ‘bout this, it dun’t normally ‘appen.” He explained, slipping into his jeans, in an accent that was quite distinctly from the North of England. “Look, me name’s SUE, I’m not a junkie, or a rapist, or a serial killer.... Well, ’m not a rapist or a serial killer.”

   SUE CASH:  A fandomless original character based on the song A Boy Named Sue made famous by Johnny Cash, adapted for a modern world. Extremely humiliated, extremely patricidal, legit always DTF (down to fight). He travels a lot, works in bars to get by (by the way he does flair-bartending and he’s never dropped anything), basically trying to hunt down his father and killing him for naming him Sue. He hides all of his insecurities with brashness and immaturity. Find him @anythingbutsue

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❝ Couldn’t think of anyone better. ❞

Or anyone more trusted, really. If at any point she felt uncomfortable, she’d be sure to let the woman know, but for now, she was quite content with this current moment between them. Had to test what she liked and didn’t like at some point, right? Well, no, but she wanted to.

Her lips parted as she smiled, exposing pearly white teeth.  Without hesitation, she reached out and took her hand with her own, “Now I’ve never known you to be MUCH of a sleeper, but you must have a bedroom around this place somewhere. Unless, of course, you’d prefer something else.”