#drabblessss

[meteorslunatic-blog]

Masterlist problem !

Since I’m pretty free tmr, I’ll fix try to fix it by then 😘

Btw, I think hope I can post the Sirius x reader drabble request by tmr too !! I’ve been working on it ☺️it’s not long but I hope it’s still nice ;)

[whocriedbadwolf]

You should all send me drabble prompts so I can do them when my mom finally gives me my computer back because this whole string of words is a link to my ask.

[thetimelordssister-blog]

Life or Death ll Drabble

Strapped down to the cold metal operating table, blind folded and stripped down to nothing.  Trembling bones and shivering skin, a mess of fear and of anticipation.  While she couldn’t see beyond the velvet confines of the blind fold, she knew exactly what each sound was.  The razors and the drills.  The dull sounds of her captors footsteps.  They’d managed to catch her off guard.  They’d managed to capture her tardis. Oh would brother be furious.

A sudden sensation, the chill of metal, the slicing of skin.  The skin just underneath the leading edge of her tattoos.  She screamed… and screamed… and was muffled by a hand.  A gloved hand that felt almost human, that she would have thought was human if she didn’t know any better.  But she did, she knew much better than to think that this person was simply human.

She bit down and she heard the foreign language trickle out from pursed lips.  “Sedate her.”  She understood that much thanks to the sonic screwdriver that was still nearby.  “I said sedate her.”  The thing wasn’t getting a response.  “Fine I’ll do it myself.”  She felt the pinch of a needle in her arm.  She was floating about the scene now, watching herself get cut into, over and over again.  She could hear her screams but couldn’t feel them leaving her mouth.

 Now her brother was here, his tardis taking its place next to hers.  Then they were both gone.  Somehow he’d gotten her and her tardis away from this awful place.  Somehow he’d saved her.  Somehow, she knew, she’d owe him for the rest of her life.

[dear-mr-hiddleston-blog]

ooc; Two more to make it an even 20?

Hm~? anyone?

[charmingdarkness]

voices from the dark | the kingmaker

She is the kingmaker, the kingtaker. The world thinks her weak and womanly, and her fool of a husband king dotes and kisses and adores, but she endures it because from his seed comes a kick, and from the kick comes a child. She is allowed to sit in on court, but she listens to far more than the words they say, because she is far more than a pretty ornament for the king’s silk-covered arm. She has a little king of her own now, and he will not be chasing doves and having tantrums for much longer. She is allowed to play games to entertain herself, but she uses them to become sharp of tongue and sharper of mind, honing her strategy. Her own king learns his letters and six other languages besides, and she teaches him in the ways of etiquette, the iron shield of words. She is allowed to speak to her subjects to give orders, but they give far more than they are given—knights and servants, groomsmen and dukes, she learns their ways and earns their loyalty. The current king has stopped doting on her; he prefers the company of wine and the conversation of court over her weak and womanly ways. Her own king plays at swords in the yards, and she sends for the finest swordsmen in the kingdom to teach him the language of blades, the language of tournaments. She is allowed to walk to streets to shop, but she learns of not dresses and trinkets but the cultures of her country and the whispers of others, the trade routes and deaths and allegiances forged in steel and silk. The current king smiles, and his lines are deep and his laugh is cut short by phlegm, but still he dines and rides, still he thinks her weak and womanly. But she is strong because is a woman, because she has built her own king from the womb up, first a seed then a kick then a child. Now when her husband falls—a heart attack, the physicians declare, though to be fair they have never seen the poisons of a distant golden land by the sea—now today, she raises a youth to the throne: her child, her prince, her king. She is the kingmaker, the kingtaker.