MOVED

--> ultrastrum <--

[sibyllincarchive]

reminder i'm over here now

[sibyllincarchive]

reminder i'm over here now

[sibyllincarchive]

reminder i'm over here now

[sibyllincarchive]

reminder i'm over here now

[sibyllincarchive]

reminder i'm over here now

[sibyllincarchive]

    so hi … funny seeing y’all again on here haha haaaaaaaa … um, so i feel like i owe everyone an apology for just so suddenly archiving this blog so out of the blue and without warning, especially to those who i had active threads with so, um… i’ve decided to reboot this blog bc i miss everyone on here as well as my muses. i don’t know when i’m going to remake, i want a fresh start though so - new url and a cut back on muses. again, i’m so so so sorry i up and abandoned everyone.

  it was an impulsive move when my anxiety and low mood was really bad and i regretted it a week after. add me on disc*rd if u wanna chat in the meanwhile. chaotic tired#5207

[sibyllincarchive]

it’s not 100% ready yet but here it is if u wanna come follow 

[sibyllincarchive]

    so hi ... funny seeing y’all again on here haha haaaaaaaa ... um, so i feel like i owe everyone an apology for just so suddenly archiving this blog so out of the blue and without warning, especially to those who i had active threads with so, um... i’ve decided to reboot this blog bc i miss everyone on here as well as my muses. i don’t know when i’m going to remake, i want a fresh start though so - new url and a cut back on muses. again, i’m so so so sorry i up and abandoned everyone.

  it was an impulsive move when my anxiety and low mood was really bad and i regretted it a week after. add me on disc*rd if u wanna chat in the meanwhile. chaotic tired#5207

[sibyllincarchive]

dreamsreflected​:

“Perhaps, my dear. But it’s clear we have two very different perceptions of what, intelligence entails.” The Lizard retorted but with the hint of a hiss, akin to that of a snake as the Silurian found them beyond rude questioning her morals. Ignoring the other person’s glare completely finding it harmless. And daring to use her or any living creature as a test subject. But, she supposed one had to do what one must as far as humans were concerned having sampled the flesh of them several times. Finding a few of the human race to be quit stringy. A muscle lifting where her eyebrows should be, as she watched the Rani work as they moved several 3D holograms around the room, in the end creating a perfect holographic replica of Vastra.

“Oh my?!” Madame Vastra exclaimed upon seeing the Time Lord’s replica with technology beyond a mere human’s perception, even though the situation at the moment was beyond vexting. “My wife Jenny, would very much enjoy that displayed in the parlor room. Above the fireplace would be more than agreeable.” The lizards patience with this regeneration of the Time Lord, was beginning to work on her last nerve as they began to talk about her kind and their heritage seeming to question why she inhabited the service.”Sea devils…I see you value the words of the human race, rather than what the creature themselves proclaim to be. Primitive?! I’d much rather be stuck with the Master at this point. At least they treat others with a semblance of some respect. Which I can’t say the same for you. You cause me to question why I’ve helped you so many times in the past. Your age has dwindled your intelligence going down each regeneration. I demand to see my wife or be prepared to be subjected to a forced…” The words trailed off as the old lizard started to reach down for the dagger that was slipped into, a hidden porting of the high victorian boots. Becoming more agitated as timed ticked slowly by at what harm might have befallen her beautiful wife. “Where is my wife? If you’ve laid a finger on her hea…I…”

     “ your wife? ah, you must mean that yapping mutt with that vulgar vernacular - she was of no interest to me. those ... creatures are a poison. a stain on the universe that will eventually run themselves into oblivion. now how was that sentence going to end, little lizard? such venom in your voice. how pathetic. ” The Rani sneered and stood behind the silurians head, it hadn’t escaped her attention that Vastra had reached for something, no doubt a weapon to go along with the pointless threats.

     “ oh, how cute. looks like someone needs her restraints tightened, don’t they? to think i was nice and let you keep your personal effects. really you are no better than the apes you share a planet with. perhaps i should dispose of your pet ... teach you some manners. ”

[sibyllincarchive]

dreamsreflected​:

“Ahh…by far I much prefer this version of yourself. The one who appreciates a good cuppa tea.” Madame Vastra became a little quit for awhile as she studied the Doctor, through crystal blue irises knowing full well how they didn’t approve of her indulging in spirits. “Why Doctor, do you have something?” Becoming quit surprised as they began explaining, how one of their last incarnations had kept a bottle of brandy. Ducking her head when told that she’d probably met this regeneration of him, previously. A frown lifting the corners of green lips when hearing the description of the man in question. “I have spent time with a Scottish version of you, yes. A rather interesting version. Brought a female reptile to London, scaring more than half of it’s residences. We had our moments.” Nodding at hearing that it could have seemed mere weeks to her, but thousands of years to her current companion. Letting out a throaty chuckle at the thought of the Doctor, as a companion. Who would dream of it. Their reaction would be priceless. 

Slipping the long sword she’d been carrying, in leather scabbard with an intricate design burned into the material that the lizard woman kept strapped to against her back. Leaning back against the wall of the Tardis watching them in interest as they searched for the elusive bottle of brandy. “Drank it? This version of you or that one. My apologies, this regeneration doesn’t seem the type to partake in….” Balling one scaly hand into a fist, the Silurian brought it up to her mouth while starting to cough not wanting to continue further. Deciding to instead change the direction of their conversation. “My wife, would have loved to be here catching up on old times I…” Jumping when the silence was interrupted by the Doctor’s triumphant shout of having found the bottle at last. “Yes, Doctor this is more my speed. Would you care to join me? Give a little burn to an otherwise dull cuppa of tea. Although, Jenny doesn’t see my aversion to the otherwise tasteless liquid. Truth be told, it’s not only the taste I find repulsive but the colour.” Choosing to leave the meaning of her words hang in the air while eyeing the brandy, with twinkling blue crystal eyes. Not daring to voice what her actual drink of choice was, knowing that the Doctor wouldn’t approve. “Tell me Doctor, who is your companion at the moment or are you in-between at the moment?”

     “ ah. ” one question The Doctor had hoped they’d avoid. its no secret to anyone that the time traveller needed a companion. someone to keep their head screwed on and keep them from going that step too far, becoming the Time Lord Victorious again.

    “ about that ... i might be, sort of, not travelling with anyone... and haven’t for ... ‘bout two hundred years? don’t be mad! i-i just needed a little... me time?  ” they tried a sweet little smile to ease the tension, they had a feeling Vastra would have something to say about that. “ but but in my defence, i had a rough regeneration and i had trouble with the noggin, you know? ”

[sibyllincarchive]

cerebriius​:

        “Thank you.” She accepts the glass with a small but polite smile before peering down into its contents. There’s a moment of hesitation, knowing full well it won’t taste anything remotely like it should. It’s her venom, it’s the way it coats her entire tongue and stays embedded within the enamel of her teeth. Blood sweetens it, everything else turns it bitter. It’s unfortunate, an awful curse that keeps on cursing her. Edythe Cullen was a lot of things, but a descendant of disrespect wasn’t one of them, so bottoms up. 

        “Nine centuries?” She barely gets the chance to swallow and lower the glass before shock takes over her expression and voice. Sure, she’s read the primeval texts but never once did she assume she’d cross paths with someone or something from them. Well, this was embarrassing, her reaction came from an immortal that barely surpassed two hundred. She was a child compared to her companion. “I would believe it took that long to accumulate a collection such as this one. Is there where the other half of those years was spent? Is it a hobby or do some of these books serve a greater purpose?” 

     a very tiny smile appeared, the fact her age had taken her guest by surprise brought her mild amusement. how nice to feel something other than apathy. “ indeed, yes - one thing that never changed through the years was my love of reading. i started collecting poetry as a hobby, but as i moved across countries evading death my collection gained a number of supposed spell books and beautiful ancient writings. ah, yes, stay away from the furthest section on the left - a great number of cursed books to be kept behind bars. ”

    she swirled the glass between her pale fingers, her long life had gifted her an eye for micro facial ticks most wouldn’t be able to see at a glance.  “ dear, i won’t be offended if you don’t enjoy the wine. one of the few joys of being almost as old as some castles is not giving a shit, to borrow a phrase of modern lexicon.  ”

[sibyllincarchive]

passionandpomegranates​:

read more

     he had begun feeling guilty to some degree these days, Zef still thought that his binding was an injury from the husband of a woman he was seeing - something so far from the truth it was a little hilarious to him the leap Zef had made to assume such things. frankly, he was revelling in the knowledge he passed... part of him wanted to clue her in to the truth, the way he felt about Zef -- he was scared that she would see it as him being dishonest. he was stuck in a vicious cycle and it was getting to him, he only hoped Zef didn’t notice.

   “ are you kiddin’ me? ” he gave a little chuckle and halted in his tracks, looking Zef in her eye. “ you are, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful woman i have ever had the pleasure of knowing. now lets get in there an’ find you a bloke, yeah? ” it pained him to keep going along with the plan, he’d often let slip how he felt about her - evident earlier by calling what they had a ‘relationship’. it did feel like they were a couple at times, they pretended they were often enough. 

     regardless, Cain draped his arm around Zef’s shoulders and continued into the bar, fully committing to the bit of being her ‘date’ for the night.

[sibyllincarchive]

songstressofmystery said: 🐺

my most unsocial muse hmmm...

i think  by definition that would be kara - bc she avoids people as much as possible and only has books and wine as friends. 

[sibyllincarchive]

sohelish said: 👻:  Which is your most mischievous muse?

u kno i havent had a chance to write him yet but i know its my boy sanic.

i mean ........... look at him. 

[sibyllincarchive]

sohelish said: 🐦:  Which of your muses is the vainest?

oh, that would for sure be shaundi.

especially once she cleaned up her image when the Saints went from small time criminals to multimedia conglomerate. i mean, she had always been just a little vain but once fame and fortune was thrust upon her that vanity just cranked up to 11.

[sibyllincarchive]

sohelish said: 🐘:  Which of your muses is the tallest?

that would be this demonic piece of shit:

aoife is a staggering 6′6′’ or 198 cm, which was absolutely seen as abnormal when they were human but seen as a boon for their new demonic life. they are absolutely terrifying to encounter on the street once their demonic nature shows.

[sibyllincarchive]

dreamsreflected​:

“Sorry, I’ve no idea what you’ah talkin’ about.” Clara bit down gently on the edge of her fingernail, as she became a little lost in thought wondering in the back of her mind what a chameleon was. The young woman took several cautious step backwards as her leather boots covered in mud, left dark thin streaks on the once pristine metal floor.

“Don’t know. If I did, wouldn’t tell you. Oi?! Hands off!!” Clara lifted up her hand using it to slap the other person’s left hand away, marveling at the nerve of someone grabbing ahold of someone else’s, then proceeding to pinch them.. “Right. I didn’t escape Johnny, down the road to be felt up by you. I…what?! Killed by you? Or kill you? Which is it. Make up your mind quick as you like.” The brunette’s dark brown eyes widened considerably to the size of saucers, at hearing the other mention killing as one would about the weather. Perhaps this machine had robbed the poor soul of some of their humanity or common sense. “My confidence? You’d be rubbish on the streets if that bothers you. Who or what are you? And what is to gain from killin’ someone like you? And even if I had, do you think I’d admit it.”

      “ you are incredibly vexing. ” The Master’s eyes narrowed as they scrutinised the woman whom so rudely and unfathomably entered their TARDIS without even so much as blinking. this woman was in the presence of type five civilisation technology - things these irritating humans could only dream. 

       one thing was certain above all else, they knew this woman’s face so very clearly - but why? it was as though an entire piece of their own history had been compartmentalised - a previous incarnations doing no doubt. why keep something from themself such as this?

      “ i’ll give you five seconds to tell me exactly who you are and what you are doing on my TARDIS, ” out came the tissue compression eliminator, primed and ready to use upon Clara. “ five .... four ... ”

[sibyllincarchive]

cerebriius​:

        “I know.” Gaze falls, studying her own fidgeting fingers. She was arguably the best when it came to tracking and remaining unseen. Until her curiosity inevitably gave herself up every time. “I guess there’s a good reason why the cat died.” That silly idiom stays cooped up in the back of her mind, only surfacing when coming face to face with the consequences of her actions. 

        –Oh. Golden orbs lift up and lips part. She hadn’t expected an invitation. A brush off, a literal cold shoulder, perhaps even a threat but an extension of another’s time and hand? She’ll let you know if the surprise is a pleasant one or not later. “Wine sounds lovely, thank you.” It wouldn’t taste lovely but the latter was the better option of the two. She preferred to feed alone, she was a little reserved (shy) like that. 

        “May I ask how long you’ve been here?” A step is taken forward to bridge the gap between the two. It’s an open ended question, either how many years you’ve been in town or on this earth, she’ll leave it up to you to decide how to answer. 

     “ a wonderful choice. ” from her decanter she poured her guests glass first, manners did not escape her in her extended life. while wine may seem an odd choice for a vampire’s drink, Kara truly enjoyed the flavours and aromas the alcohol presented. she presented the glass to her guest and gestured for Edythe to follow deeper though her library.

      “ how long you ask? ” she paused just for a moment to take a sip, or was she simply buying time while reaching to the recesses of her mind for the answer, “ nine.. yes, nine centuries, though i will be honest; i spent a majority of those centuries sleeping. ”