#corruptedpetals

[starfire-souls]

mmm

corruptedpetals….

[ask-xi]

Since I believe there’s a tag limit on posts, I’m doing tagging/mentions in blocks of ten. I’m waiting for the following people to pop me a reply to a thread or more. You’re perfectly welcome to ignore this or let me know if you moved the thread(s) somewhere and I’ve lost it/them somehow. Some of them may be replies for my sideblogs, so feel free to ask xxx

clarainwhouffleland

companion-core

compliantsubmission

corruptedpetals

curiosityhasfallen

dainty-elven-prince

darkjohnsmith

defenderoftwoworlds

immeasurabledamage

predxtor

[decayingtimelord]

corruptedpetals

                                             ❝ what are you doing here? ❞

                           there’s always this sense about her, he can feel her looming.                            whenever  he  feels it,  he spins  on her,  dark gaze masking                            twinkling irises as he pinpoints her location.

[remainingtimelord-blog]

     ☆ -- spookyhumanspider​

     ☆ -- selfishsister

     ☆ -- corruptedpetals​

    Five hours and thirteen minutes was needed before he finds his perfectly blue box again. He sighs with relief, but turns when the sound of metal meeting metal scrambles not far from there. 

        " -- Hello? "

[forgediinfire]

A Wolf Among the Roses || Closed for corruptedpetals

corruptedpetals

Rassilon help him, the Doctor couldn't remember being this tired. The already tight smile slipped off his face and his gaze dropped to the console in front of him. Suddenly, the prospect of tinkering and making repairs all night seemed absolutely unappealing. He didn't want to think, didn't want to make any more life-and-death decisions... But he didn't want to sleep, either.  There was honestly only one thing he truly wanted, and she was out of bounds.

[forgediinfire]

corruptedpetals replied to your post:[SMS: Leather and Ears] I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

Ouch man.

Sorry. Kind of. Sorta. Not really.

[forgediinfire]

[SMS: Leather and Ears] I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

[TEXT: Pink 'n Gold]; I never said that.[TEXT: Pink 'n Gold]; I'd just rather not have you on my ship anymore...

[corruptedpetals-blog]

                                  {✗}— A soft hum echoed over the eerily                                            silent forest devoid of its morning                                            song. “Can you remember, when                                            there was no wrong I thought you                                            could do..”                                            A lone figure emitting a golden glow                                            walked among the destroyed trees                                            and ashes of a civilization long gone.                                            A gentle chilled breeze swept past                                            her emaciated form, sweeping golden                                            locks away from a dirt painted face,                                            exposing golden honeyed hues which                                            stared ahead of her emotionless, still                                            hardly daring to believe what had                                            happened to her once beautiful planet                                            and what she had done since then just                                            to survive.

[ask-xi]

Worn black boots paused mid-crunch upon the next step of long undisturbed dust. The Doctor who was stranded outside of his own reality stared at the vision ahead of him, one he believed to be a ghost; a phantom haunting his regretful memories and manifesting through some new madness, or, if not, the errant avatar of a weapon buried deep in his grounded ship.

"You're not real," he whispered. "Must be a new trick to deter me from going closer to the city. A hologram, perhaps, or a shimmer? No.. not a shimmer." His hand slipped beneath his jacket and drew his blaster. Aiming it at the wandering young woman with the oh-so-familiar face, he crept out toward her.