#tempestcs

[nightmdic-a]

why did you go without me?

Deciding to work for a bit in a hospital in another country was one thing, but suddenly finding herself under the shaded canopy of her rented home treating some soldiers (some group called UNIT, she's been told) was another thing entirely. Whatever chaos was happening nearby that had her aiding the wounded, currently occupied bandaging one's arm up when she hears the voice behind her towards them.

"Considering they're soldiers, they lsiten to orders." she would know. voice goes to speak again when she finishes the bandages, arms resting at a light cross at her chest when emerald gaze catches familiarity of the other. the one from the hoospital when oddities were occurring there.

". . . you."

@tempestcs

[espercr-moved]

✶ - 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ( accepting ! ) 

@tempestcs​ said : 🗣️

[ofrevival]

@tempestcs​​   -   ♥ !

                    “ ...  bud.   this  is  a  mechanics  shop.   y’know,   cars?   motorcycles?   trucks?   we  don’t  fix    —–   ....   whatever  that  is. ”

[pendraigon-moved]

                                     @tempestcs​​​​   ›    𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗.

                       ❛   how   much   further?   ❜   this   isn’t   the   first   time   he’s   asked,   maybe   the   third   or   forth.   but   he   was   getting   tired   of   walking   when   he   had   not   a   clue   what   he   was   walking   towards.   ❛  do   you   even   know   where   you’re   going?   ❜   he   huffs   with   each   step   he   takes,   mud   and   dirt   clinging   to  his   boots.

 ❛   there’s   no   shame   in   saying   you’re   lost.   just   admit   it,   you’re   lost.   ❜   the   king   taunts,   part   of   him   trying   to   reel   out   a   reaction   from   him,   another   part   just   wanting   him   to   say   so   —   then   arthur   can   swiftly   take   over.

[huntrcsss]

@tempestcs

It’s a rather common hunt she’s attempting to conduct right now - rumors of a werewolf causing ruckus in the small town just outside of the forest here; all she really needed to do was track the werewolf down, discover if he was part of a pack or alone, and end it right there. Simple as that really - were it not for the strange sound seeming to escape just a few feet ahead of her.

A sort of odd woosh noise she couldn’t quite describe herself properly, only that she had been swift to hide her backside against the nearest, largest oak tree. It’s perfectly wide enough to mostly conceal her, shifting everything so carefully as to not disturb the array of twigs and leaves beneath her feet, head granting the lightest tilt in curiously when - did….did a blue phone booth just appear? She doesn’t recall seeing it before, but it’s standing there proud & tall in all its glory.

A hand ghost closer to the bag at her side, prepared to withdraw the battered colt if needed as she carefully emerges from behind the tree after a few moments of silence, daring to inch closer to the odd box. She hasn’t seen a lot of phone booths like this in her travels on hunts, but considering she’s rather certain it wasn’t there before, let alone so common for one to simply be in the middle of a forest with little use, she’s certain to keep cautious.

“…..the hell-?”

[compatiissante]

@tempestcs​ sent: “ Is it only me? “ (hello!)

CHAMELEON CIRCUIT LYRIC STARTERS

“i’m-- not entirely sure i understand the question here. like--”   hands gesture vaguely in front of her own body, between the two in confusion. maya never was one for understanding things easily right off the bat, but it wasn’t really for lack of trying. her brain just didn’t connect the dots easily for her, or at least, not compared to how they did for others around her.

          “. . . are we talking about physically? or-- or is there somethin’ else goin’ on here? what are we talkin’ about, dude?”

[shedefend]

              ❛               oh     ,     you     are     brilliant     .               ❜         

SHE     THINKS     :     THE     STARS     WILL     DEVOUR     HER     SOME     DAY     .               they     have     already     bled     beneath     her     skin     /     began     to     leech     into     her     bloodstream     [     ...     ]     billions     of     tiny     little     suns     slowly     but     surely     filling     her     up     until     she     collapses     beneath     the     heat     of     them     .               they     say     humans     are     made     of     star     stuff     :     carbon     /     nitrogen     /     calcium     /     sulfur     [     ...     ]     they     are     all     found     in     the     universe     &&     within     human     beings     .               she     thinks     :     when     she     collapses     ,     it'll     be     a     homecoming     .               

SOMETHING     BETWEEN     HER     RIBS     SPARKS     .               a     sort     of     crackling     glitter     between     each     bone     rung     .               statement     brings     a     thrill     /     a     wide     smile     to     grace     visage     [     ...     ]     how     vibrant     ,     how     lovely     .               tongue     catches     between     clutch     of     teeth     :     a     flash     of     pink     between     rows     of     star     bright     white     .               ❛               thanks     for     noticin'     .               ❜               sweet     !               sugar     :     saccharine     .               as     if     honey     dripped     from     mouth     ,     golden     &&     pure     .               

@tempestcs​

[stardustghost]

francine orwell. there are times where name barely feels her own: heavy lead on her tongue, oddly sharp when late at night she rolls it on her tongue. francine. fred. young woman is a blur of dark && vibrant colours all mixed together: a punk, she would correct anyone who labels her anything else, leather jacket used as cushion, chipped nail polish tapping on her legs. ( human girl is pure brilliance... until she goes unwatched. )

" best view in wales. " the torchwood team - the proper members - are all busy. so she keeps out of way, staring at star filled sky rather than the stranger that has caused such a storm with others. " @tempestcs, right? is the ' the ' a pronoun or part of the title? name? is it like being called kevin for your people or is it a declaration you're the ultimate doctor? "

starter call.