The Magician - Act 2 1/2 (Intermission) by SapphicBump, literature
Literature
The Magician - Act 2 1/2 (Intermission)
Contents: original content, w/w, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening Story written by my partner RoseVirage, uploaded with her consent. Proof Readers: Rahheemme & Doombeez Intermission Mel As soon as Mel closed the car door they winced and gasped, throwing their head back, cold sweat on their face. “Wow, I gotta say, you really kept your cool there,” said a low, husky voice, speaking in Dutch. “Must’ve been hard.” “Shut up" Mel answered in English, while clutching onto their cramping belly. Ignoring them, the voice continued: “I told you she was interesting. I dunno what it is about her yet, but there’s definitely something. Never met anyone who was resistant to my charms. Though she was definitely crushing hard on you all by herself, that sweet, innocent little girl.” “Shut. Up.” Mel repeated themselves while they opened their bowtie and the first top buttons of their shirt so that they could breathe better. “I wonder, what’cha gonna do on your next date?
Contents: original content, w/w, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening Story written by my partner RoseVirage, uploaded with her consent. Proof Readers: Rahheemme & Doombeez ____________________________ Act 2 Rosemary When they entered a cozy corner in the hotel’s lounge, Melodie guided Mary to a sofa. She gladly followed her lead, her behavior was naturally confident, even dominant, in a very pleasant way. It made it easy for Mary to comply. The Magician took a seat in front of her, now presenting her wondrous, yet intriguing body in full view. Mary had to look away. Both to her delight and displeasure, the whole lounge was covered in mirrored walls (decorated with additional mirrors for good measure), so that the woman's reflection showed perfectly inside them, in many different perspectives, almost intentionally. Mary could take a good look at her without staring directly. Melodie, however, was not ashamed to keep her eyes on Mary, in a poised way.
Summary: Sequel to Purity: She sees the mixture of colours that make people up, a murk of their emotions and desires. Through this human complexity she is reminded of him, who isn't really human – his pure and complete machine of simplicity. [Twisted ViSyn]
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...if she stopped, sometimes, at a particular turn of phrase or a certain taste or smell--remembering suddenly the shape of a long-gone body, the ways of it, its undeniability.
--Unknown author
Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction.
--Pablo Picasso
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I don't use speech lightly in this story, so I invite you to take a very close look the few lines of dialogue.
Disclaimer: 'The Incredibles' aren't mine, and neither is the term 'Synlet'. I really, really wish they were. That would be fun.
IMPORTANT: This is a fic that was written almost entirely between the hours of eleven at night and three in the morning over a period of three days. It is also the method I used to relieve the immense amount of stress I had been under after exams, as so is subject to my various quirks.
As a result it is weird and it is twisted. The long sentence structures used are meant to define the unrealistic quality of life and the confused thoughts from the point of the narrator. Try to look at it this way: even had a dre
Set in the SwitchVerse.
"Will you teach me Gallifreyan?" Rose covered the Doctor's hands with her own, pushing his palms flat against the pages of her notebook. He slipped one hand from underneath hers, wrapping it firmly around her waist as he kissed her temple. "You don't have to." She shifted in his embrace, settling into a more comfortable position between his legs. "It's just that watching you run your fingers over the words in here, and value every word like this means so much to me. It reminds me of when you used to show me Gallifreyan, it's so beautiful and I just adore it."
"Of course I'll teach you." Before she knew he'd moved he
Language of Love DoctorXRose by jay1892, literature
Literature
Language of Love DoctorXRose
It was strange, Rose thought to herself. So much elegance and grace could not be contained within a simple fountain pen. That was, unless it wasn't the pen that held all that graceful elegance. Rose looked at the hands that moved that simple fountain pen. Those hands were long and thin. The joints stuck out ever so subtly under worn, calloused skin. The knuckles were dusted with fine umber hairs that felt soft to the touch. Rose knew these hands so well. These were the hands she took in hers and allowed to lead her on an unimaginable journey through the stars.
"Then you put this circle here " The Doctor uttered softly as he moved that
The Doctor released the controls as he left the TARDIS floating in the Time Vortex. His hands rubbed at his face as he became all too aware of where he was. This was his TARDIS, this should be his home but it didn't feel that way anymore; it should still be their home and he is constantly aware that she is gone when she should be right here where she belongs. She should be tugging at his arm with a grin on her face, laughing and joking with him and making him happy with just the sound of his name on her lips.
"Doctor."
His hearts skipped a beat and he spun on his heels. He knew she couldn't be there, but in the moment he hoped for the impos
"We're out of tea bags." Rose appeared in the doorway of the library.
The Doctor didn't look up from his book. He was sitting crossed legged on the sofa and clutching a mug of tea. "Yeah, sorry I used the last one, thought I'd get some more in the morning. I thought you'd gone to bed early anyway." He looked up at her, brow furrowing with concern; she was visibly drained and looked utterly miserable. She was wearing pink pyjamas and a hoodie that was far too big for her, one of his that he knew was her favourite so always wore to concerts when she refused to let him wear his suit. She'd wrapped her vibrant pink duvet around herself in a way