#as-was-written

[yowzariversong]

ℛ𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸

𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓈-𝓌𝒶𝓈-𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃

[commanderaxyl]

@as-was-written​ continued from here ! 

   The Commander considers it for a moment, presses their lips together before deciding to finally GIVE IN. The box doesn’t look like any enemy ship she’s ever seen — This lessening ( though only slightly ) the ANXIETY that rises from the unidentified intruder visitor. Exasperated, her finger lands upon the intercom again to briefly utter the defeat of:   ❝ Alright, ❞

   Stepping over to the main console, Commander Axyl pulls the lever that lowers the ships defence system. The push of a few buttons, and the most dreaded words ring out across the ships P.A:  ‘ SECURITY SYSTEMS LOWERED ; EXTERNAL SHIELDS DEACTIVATED ‘. Those words can bring nothing but STRESS to The Commander, and as such she runs to make herself even clearer than she already has. If the stranger knows what is best for them, the stranger will not try anything stupid.

   ❝ — But you better have those credentials ready !  And if you try anything, I will not hesitate to defend myself, alright ? ❞

[somewherebetweenrage]

quick little post to promote @as-was-written / @antinousxwild / @summersfly / @hcvefcith because i love Sam a whole lot and also it’s their birthday today!! have the best birthday Sam <3

[hewhcremains]

“ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ”

@as-was-written || meme || always accepting!

"I know." For once, he was quiet. As a contrast to his bubbly usual self, it seemed as though all energy had left him; and he just felt tired. It was easy to forget an age when you didn't think about the years before.

"SAAAMESIES."

[yowzariversong]

starter for @as-was-written​ based on this dress

   River can feel the eyes on her from across the room, any person she turns away from taking the opportunity to run their gaze over the curve of her bare shoulders, the ringlets of hair that spill down her back, the rich red fabric of her dress that trails along the floor behind her. It’s bordering on overkill, this dress, but she’s here tonight to be admired, adored, fantasised about, lusted after; she’s here to hold court, to flirt, to take her pick of the prettiest face in the room (and maybe to lift a few things from the pockets of those too drunk to notice).

   She has attended unaccompanied - bordering on scandalous in this culture - and sips casually at the champagne the waiter offered, feigning indifference to the looks she’s receiving while making bets with herself about who will approach first, and when. This feeling, this thrill, is one River could never replicate in the datacore: she’s missed it.