#withoutdeath

[betterdcyz]

i love these now-- pure gold,  it adds serotonin to my brain

[betterdcyz]

send  “no, you don’t get to die”  for my injured muse to react to yours saying this while they’re bleeding. / accepting!

@withoutdeath​​ asked: “no, you don’t get to die” for iantooooo

      Blood oozes from his wounds,  dripping down his shoulder and forming a pool underneath him.  It hurts so fucking much —— he forgot that the anti-weevil spray wasn’t working anymore.  “Fuuuuck.”  He cries out,  gritting his teeth as he looks at the weevil-afflicted wound on his shoulder.  “N-No,  si-  Jack.  I-I ain’t going to die.  Ugh.  Not to a f-fucking weevil.”  Absolutely not.  Ianto refuses to die.  Not in front of Jack.  Not to a god-damn weevil.  “This is my fault — I should’ve remembered that they’re mutating or — or something.” 

[cowardlies-a]

i don't want your pity, i just want somebody near me.                        ╰   *  @withoutdeath​     ︱   accepting prompt ! 

[ TIME : 9:43 PM , CONSOLE ROOM ABOARD THE TARDIS ]     

                      he is working, idle hands are often the cause of his adventures, nine hundred years of time and space, one might assume he would become used to boredom, the thrill within the eye of the storm. he isn’t of course. you don’t run into as much trouble as he does by becoming used to domesticity.  

                        hands pause on the console, pulling a lever rather forcefully to steady the ship on course. for a moment it may appear he didn’t hear the other, or perhaps he is ignoring him. no . . . he is too often lost in thought, but some part of him he does listen. that is clear as  eyes dance over the other’s face. ancient gaze almost studying, memorizing the plains and creases of skin as if one day this moment may be all that is left, a single honest look between the two, one moment that like a star will flicker out and away.   TIME.   he thinks idly, there is this misconception with the idea of the TARDIS, this thought that it can stop time, but time even within the vortex is ever moving, a flow even when disrupted. he has never known it to be stagnant. humans are the same way, always wanting something more, something different. it is what leads them to him, and him to them in turn. time, and the urge to connect. that is what drew him to rose, to jack and even mickey.   a desire to not be alone.

                        “ pity ? ”   the doctor mimics the word as if he’s offended. it feels slick on his tongue, teeth scrape the inside of his cheek. understanding written over features, eyes shift, moving over the air as if pulling his words from it.   “ you don’t want my pity, good then, ‘cause you certainly don’t have it. ”   he moves closer, hand clasping on jack’s shoulder.   “ that’s . . . humans are a social species, adaptable too . . . you seek out connection, human, animal, alien. through books or stories, something to relate to. . . nothin’ pitiful about it, it’s quite charming, actually. ”   his tone aims for light, teasing almost.

[storiedtrickster]

@withoutdeath​ starter call!

“You’re different.”

There’s something about the other man before him, maybe it’s an aura or a simple feeling as the god looked over him carefully. It was by far no where near the sense of magic, but the feeling held notes of something older--perhaps some twisted type of magic about him. He was a stranger to Loki and yet felt that familiarity. 

Who was the other?

[atsatoa]

no context.        

[lcvedriven]

❛ don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark. ❜ for sirius also

"please," sirius scoffs. "i'm not afraid of anything."

typical idiotic bravery; a statement heard like a challenge and a roll of his eyes as he talks.

"let's go, then," he says, sweeping a hand out into the darkness, and it does not matter that he's worse at seeing in the dark than others. "gentleman first."

[betterdcyz]

Ianto: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Jack: Oh, I’m always running Jack: The question is from what

@withoutdeath / Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. (Please specify how many muses//which muses for multimuse blogs!!)

[ravnroth]

            “    I don’t have information for you.    ”       There’s an uncomfortable shift,   hood of her jacket being tugged up over her head.     As much as she didn’t want to admit it,   her knowledge was the same:    the had no idea of their whereabouts.    Not yet.     “    I’m about as much in the dark as you are.     ”        . . .    @withoutdeath​