Malekith said nothing. For a time, he merely sat stared at her, his eerie blue eyes aglow in the dimmed light. Eventually, his gaze fell

“You should be,” he said quietly, and then he sighed. Always the ambitious optimist. He used to rely so heavily on that, cling to it when he couldn’t find his way out of the dark. Now, those darkened corners of his brain lived openly, and her long-standing outlook felt as alien as his pointed ears.

“My apologies for disturbing you,” the Dark Elf said finally. He stood then, shoulders rolling back as if to physically push away the darkness that followed him so frequently. A pause followed as he headed past her, out into the sweeping hallway she’d constructed in their shared space. Before doing so, he paused and looked at her again, in her eyes, filled with age and her unwavering determination. May she never lose it, he thought, but aloud, said only: “As you were.”

@voiceinterface

@voiceinterface asked: 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 [for whoever needs it!] // affection // accepting

they were having a quiet moment, hidden in the depths of the TARDIS library with a book which they’ve read hundreds if not thousands of times before. they had requested to be alone, though they hadn’t any expectation for Lady to heed said desire for very long.

thus they weren’t surprised when they felt that little peck upon their forehead.

“ I had a feeling you’d come by … you don’t like it when I’m being broody, do you? ”

@voiceinterface asked: [BETTER] (for lucian)

“FANCY A CUPPA’?” PROMPTS. | Accepting

[ BETTER? ]: The sender, at a loss for how to approach the receiver who has clearly endured a very difficult time, decides to make some tea in an effort to console them and possibly encourage them to talk about it.

Lucian is sitting in the kitchen of the TARDIS, arms folded and lying on the table with his chin resting on his arms. He hadn’t experienced a lot of things so traveling with the Doctor and Lady was new but nice. As of recently, they had run into some Cybermen and the Doctor told him stories about what the Cybermen did to whomever they could get their hands on, didn’t matter if they were a child or half-human.

Lucian was scared even though they managed to defeat them and escape without losing anyone. He lifts his head a bit when he sees Lady start to make tea. His lips twitch upward a bit but otherwise, he doesn’t really smile. He keeps his eyes on her, still watching.

@voiceinterface asked: acceptance [ for lucian uwu]

gentleness action prompts | Accepting

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

He closes his blue eyes and exhales softly as he feels her lips on his forehead. He can’t remember the last time he felt affection like this. He smiles and while sometimes it mimicked the Master’s smile it was now a gentle and soft smile, like he actually meant the smile and it wasn’t mocking.

He stays quiet as she lingers after kissing his forehead. He slowly opens his blue eyes and looks up at her, a smile still present on his lips. “Thank you.” He felt like he belonged and wasn’t some kind of monster that others would tip toe around when he was near.

@voiceinterface asked: finale [for Ghoul Coop]

gentleness action prompts | Accepting

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

Cooper rushes toward Lady, wraps his arms around her, and kneels on the ground with her, shielding her with his body as the Raiders shoot at them. He couldn’t die unless they shot him in the head he just hoped they wouldn’t have that great of a shot and would miss him or at least his head.

They get lucky and shoot his hat off of his head. He keeps his head low and grits his teeth a bit. “You okay?” He asks in a whisper as the bullets start to die down indicating the Raiders are almost out of ammo and would have to reload soon which is when Cooper would make his move.

@voiceinterface asked: revivify

dying had not been pleasant. it had burned and his siblings had been losing their own battles around him. he’d failed. the stupid fucking acorn didn’t break out of the FUCKING ice. and yet he feels his lungs heave as gasps of breath leave him. the floor beneath him isn’t the hay he’d been on moments ago but metal. the sounds around him are alien.

god damn it.

“ this…better not be…another commission…ploy…just let me die with them…let me have that…for my service. ”

Send ‘🔪’ to find out what my muse is guilty of.

“This world…was not always as you see it now,” Malekith said quietly, looking out at the ruins beyond his quarters. “There was a time, long ago where our cities rivaled the technological advancement of our ships…we were far from the glory of Gallifrey, but in this darkened realm grew a formidable species on its own. I…took pride in that, once. They are not to blame for the way they evolved.”

He paused.

“Then came The War. Asgard’s cursed ancestors backed us into so fatal a corner I saw only one solution…”

‘So what did you do, Malekith, eh? You wanna tell 'er that?’

No. He didn’t.

'Come on. Started this confession. She’s got a right know the sorta monster she has on her hands.’

A pained look fought for dominance the Dark Elf’s face; he pushed it aside, sharpened features warping into a scowl.

“I had no choice,” he said finally, but the tremble in his voice didn’t match his expression. “Those…left behind ensured our survival.” His army’s survival. The rest of his world…

He trailed off again, lowering his gaze to the dusty surface beneath his feet. Somewhere deep inside his head, the old voice jeered.

'Creature of habit, through and through.’

Elijah and Deshen responding in very different ways to being given a flower! I had a lot of fun with this, especially these two juxtaposed.

—

Elijah’s stoic demeanor cracked as he was handed the flower. He stared at it for a moment before slowly reaching out. For all his battle- and trauma-hardened toughness, the gentleness with which he grasped the stem and brought it to his chest was astounding. He held it like it was the most precious thing in the world and as if he expected it to shatter at any second.

He looked into the eyes of the gifter and quietly spoke only two words, “Thank you.”

—

“Oh! Thank you!” Deshen’s face lit up, smile as big as could be, and she excitedly accepted the gift. “Is it for anything in particular? Is it a spell component? Oh! Is it meant to be dried and made into tea? That would be neat! You know, I’ve heard that some flowers have meanings. I don’t know any specifics, though. Does this flower mean something?!”

𝐧𝐨𝐰 ,  𝐬𝐚𝐦  𝐦𝐚𝐲  𝐛𝐞  𝐚  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲  𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭  𝐠𝐮𝐲  𝐰𝐡𝐨  𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟,  𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐚  𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥  𝐢𝐧  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.  his  brows  furrow  slightly  as  he ’ s  informed  of  her  troubles,  and  he  slows  in  his  gait,  just  sort  of  .  .  .  standing  there  in  front  of  her  with  his  gig  bag  slung  over  his  shoulder.  he  ‘  s  fresh from  rehearsal.

              ❝ .  .  .  did  you  .  .  .  maybe  want  to  talk  about  it?  or  did  you  need  me  to  just  sit  with  you  for  a  little  while?❞     

Send “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” to have your muse accidentally wound mine!

“A-Aah–”

Charles recoiled, leaning away from her as far as his wheelchair would allow. His heart lurched in his chest, wide blue eyes taking in the woman who’d struck his elbow, the way she reacted, her own eyes awash with emotion and the visible apology written all over her face—oh. Oh. She didn’t…this was an accident, wasn’t it?

Charles shook his head and his pale features suddenly burned with embarrassment. His composure relaxed but he still held onto himself, gaze anywhere but on her face. Of course it was an accident. You stupid fool. You aren’t with those people anymore, you haven’t been for years.

“Sorry, I’m…I-I’m sorry. I mean it’s…fine,” he managed. It…it was, right? Despite the reverberating pain in his elbow, she hadn’t meant it. At least, she didn’t look like she had. “Don’t…d-d-don’t worry about it.”

@voiceinterface asked: “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” [ JACK ]

↬ ― to have your muse accidentally wound mine!

“Ah .. haha.” He lets out a gentle, pained laugh, and shakes his head. Because it’s funny. Oh, it is absolutely hilarious. A TARDIS with a gun. Hey, he’s travelled with her. Clearly her ability to aim and land correctly had transcended just transportation. But even so, his voice is warm, comforting, as he speaks through so much pain.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Better me than anyone else, right? Give me five minutes and I’ll be good as new. In the meantime - ” He holds out his hand, slightly bloodied from where he had been holding his stomach, and gave her a small, pointed look. “What’d you say I hold onto that, yeah?”

@voiceinterface

The Doctor’s eyes sparkled with excitement, his curiosity piqued by the announcement. He took a few quick steps around the console, looking around the control room as if the surprise might suddenly materialize before him. “Come on, then, don’t keep me in suspense!” he urged, his grin widening.

Send me a “🔆” if you enjoy seeing me on your dash!

😭😭😭😭 YOU ARE AMAZING🩷🩷🩷 THANK YOOU I FEEL THE SAME ABOUT YOU!

@voiceinterface asked: “Grab” [for the Doctor uwu]

↬ ― grab mine’s wrist, preventing them from leaving

It takes everything in him to decidedly not pull his wrist out of her grasp. Because this - this is a lot. It’s very different to speaking to her as the TARDIS, knowing that she’s always there beside him. He has a connection with her. One that he had built up over so very many years. Yet a physical presence? For her to be able to touch him, for him to be able to look her in the eye? It’s something he never thought he’d ever experience (again). And after Sutekh, after Ruby, and after losing so, so many people, it is a lot.

Because there’s a vulnerability he associates with it. The TARDIS was always there for him, his trusted blue box, but when she’s like this, when she seemed so very human .. it brings back the reality that nothing lasts forever. And it scared him.

“I –” His expression says it all. Even if words didn’t quite work for him in this very moment. “This? Is crazy. I just need-” a moment. Would a moment even help?

@voiceinterface asked: ❛ your hearts are beating so fast right now. ❜ [15]

↬ ― &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

He takes a careful deep breath, gaze flickering back to the console; and away from the empty space he had been staring at. It’s a feeling. A feeling that he has become more and more familiar with as he gets further and further away from the events of Sutekh. “It’s nothing.” He’s not trying to dodge the statement or play it off as unimportant. But he doesn’t have an answer for it. At least, not an answer he’s comfortable with confronting right now.

But the thought connects to another, and with a deep frown, he reaches out, hand on the surface of the console. His mind has already flickered to something else, and his attention was now turned on her, as he - perhaps a little later than he should have done - enquires. “Pin in that for now, but you. Are you - are you okay? After Sutekh.”

Disassociation Starters | accepted | closed w/ @voiceinterface

“You do know bluffing is pointless, right?” He sounds amused. And he is-

- He’s also trying to use humour to assuage his concern (she’s tough, his Old Girl). He’s likely fretting for nothing, especially given her statement, but The Doctor continued to use his sonic to take stock of how her systems were running and make sure she really was fine.

“Thousand plus years of telepathic bonds means you can’t hide much from me,” he shoots her a cheeky grin. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Something’s got you shaken. Wha’ is it? Wha’s wrong, Ol’ Girl?”

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

• NAME: Old Girl
• RINGTONE: (I feel like Four wouldn’t know how to choose a ringtone, but if he did, he’d probably use some random sound that’s eccentric cause have you met him?)
• PICTURE: 

• LAST TEXT RECEIVED: “You’ve left Jelly Babies all over the console room. You really should be more careful. You know the consequences it could have.”
• LAST TEXT SENT: “I’m sorry, Old Girl. I just wanted to share some with you.”

• NAME: The TARDIS
• RINGTONE: It’s just the sound the TARDIS makes when it materializes and dematerializes
• PICTURE: 

• LAST TEXT RECEIVED: “So…were in agreement you’ll keep an eye on him? He always get’s himself into trouble. You two be safe out there.”
• LAST TEXT SENT: “Agreed. Sorry it took me so long to respond back, the Doctor stepped on his scarf and tripped down a slope. I had to go chasing after him. He’s fine and same as can be.”

jamie loves the tardis so much okay. with how long he was with the doctor and how close they were, there’s no way that he didn’t also develop a very close bond with the tardis.

and when he learns after being there a bit that she’s sentient, he is going to laugh every day for the rest of his life because that makes it so much funnier that the doctor had zero control over where they end up the entire time he was traveling with him. he made fun of him for it so many times and now it turns out that it’s just because the tardis just treated the doctor like when you give a baby a toy steering wheel so they think they’re helping drive the car but she was really the one driving.

@voiceinterface said: “people are gonna get hurt, aren’t they?” [ oh my goood SUTEKH FOR ME?? ]

the infernal machine speaks as though she did not know or fully understand the true nature of his purpose; an idea of which that seems almost farcical. a deep, all encompassing laugh echoes, which is shortly followed by a huff. ❝No.❞ the word seems to twist; his tone entangled with judgement and almost - delight? ❝No, death is nothing but a gift. A release from existence, and the true pain it brings. And you .. are going to help me deliver this gift.❞

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Send 🙊💬 + a name, and my muse will share their true, unfiltered opinion of that person! No sugarcoating!

Rage. It’s always rage when he looks at her. Rage at her presence. Her untouched appearance. The fear in her eyes: she’s horrified by what he’s become, and damn well she should be…but there’s something else, something that sinks so deep into his bones he can feel it poisoning the marrow. There’s a hesitation now, an unfamiliar caution that haunts her android form and echoes like crumbling metal inside the old control room. She looks at him as if she doesn’t know what to make of him, of the ice and darkness following his every step. As if she didn’t see this coming.

(Why, why didn’t she see this coming?)

‘That’s not all, is it? Come on now. Be honest with yourself.’

No. Honesty of this sort only twists the knife burrowed in his chest. Some wounds are better plugged up than left open to bleed.

'Really? Last I remember, letting things fester is what turned you into a Dark Elf.’

…they were–he was–a creature of habit at his core. The Oncoming Storm. The man who runs away. The monster who sacrificed his people twice over because he was so fucking hopeless it stained his soul black. Malekith sucks in a sharp breath. His hands curl into fists and finally, finally the old voice shuts up.

Why, he thinks, a quiet thought deep inside his head. Why did she take so long to find me? Why now, when I can no longer be saved?