
Comment to be added. Thanks for Inês for the pic <3
Yes, I'm fine. :)
- I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity
- Update your journal with the answers to the questions
- Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions
My questions, given to me by the ever awesome,
#1 - What do you love about living in Portugal? Nothing. Nah, joking there. I suppose that the only thing that makes me happy about living here has to do with having had the opportunity to learn and perfect a language that's not my own mother tongue. Nothing else is worth it, in my opinion. Of course, tourists may consider this country very beautiful -- and it is -- but living here is a far tougher reality.
#2 - Of you got a chance to visit the UK, where would you go? I may have a chance soon, actually. And I'd love to visit Scotland, since I heard it has a beautiful countryside.
#3 - What would you say to John Simm if you met him? I have no idea. I'd probably stumble on my own words and end up speechless in front of him, which would, obviously, make me look like an idiot. But oh well. It's John Simm!
#4 - Who is your favourite character to RP? The Master. Definitely. There's just so much about him to be explored. Of course he's a mindless, utterly pointless villain a lot of times, but that's not -- everything -- there is to know; which makes it fun. :P
#5 - Who is your least favourite character to interact with in Who rp? Tough, very tough question. Probably characters I know very little about, like the early companions and the like. Not that I don't like them -- it's just difficult to answer ICly and that makes it less fun.
3 hours of sleep per night just isn't cutting it.
( Mighty cold feet :! )
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satisfied
Uma palavra.
As estrelas ardem e caem.
De ti. Uma palavra. As torres ardem e caem.
Apenas uma palavra. Um olhar.
GO TO SLEEP NOW. You need it. GO sleep, please? For your own good.
Pretty please? :|
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Rating: M
Author: Damnated // Crucialus
Summary: Just a drabble.
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calm
Author: Damnated (Cruci)
Fandom: Doctor Who (duh).
Rating: M for naughty things.
Pairing: Master/Ten
Summary: “The Valiant had been a fine setback. Fine enough that the two only Time Lords in existence found themselves in this situation afterwards. Fine enough that only someone as crazed as the Master could have ever thought it up -- although the Doctor did doubt his purpose had been ending up anything like this. Oh, but it was great. It was wonderful.”
Prompt: Master/Ten. Takeout food. Bonus points for creative use of chopsticks. (By
annis_pekka )
A/N: I got to say I’m not exactly a fanfiction writer – if I do write, it’s only a couple times a year. This summer, however, I was stranded without internet for a fairly long time and writing came naturally. Since this is my first Doctor Who fic, I hope to have got the Doctor and Master characters a least somewhat right and that you enjoy it. Comments are greatly encouraged. J
I’d also like to thank Inês for beta reading this work. :)
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I blame Maddy for this obsession.

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distressed
- Mood:
cold
Meet Sparklybug, isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen? I sure bet that. All that's good, no problem so far. Now, today I login and realize that they've added a new "special" paid-only colour.
And I WANT IT LIKE THE BURNING. BUT IT'S 20 USD D: DFÇLSKJFLKJSD I don't know if I should splurge on one or not. ._____. I wannnt it. Someone stop me please.
Oh, in unrelated news, I won a Varwolf Trans potion on Leo today, so hurray? Not sure if I should sell it or morph one of my pets, uh...
And I MUST finish that comission for Lin before she throttles me, definitely.
- Mood:
aggravated
E arrependeste-te de me convidares para o teu RP? Bem, quem me déra que não te sentisses assim. Juro. Mas não há nada que possas fazer agora. Eu não vou desistir só porque tu me odeias. Desculpa. Gostava de, tipo, resolver as coisas, mas isso não vai ser nunca possivel, certo? Meh...
Oh man, isto soa mesmo lamechas, até parece eu sou tipo um cão a chorar aos pés do seu dono que agora o ignore. What the fuck.
Desculpa, DESCULPA. Mas vai-te foder. :|
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bitchy
Serph sat outside in Muldhara, looking up past the great crevice that was their home into the eternally cloudy sky. Always cloudy, but hardly ever any rain. It was a mystery he often found himself contemplating when not deciding the fates of his followers, though he never told any of them. A leader shouldn't be thinking such useless things, after all. Or at leas that's what Gale would tell him. He lay fully back on the hard stone of their home, looking up at a sky as gray as his eyes, listening to the sound of gunshots like distant thunder.
There wasn't much to do, or so Heat told himself. He had fed his demonic senses earlier today and while everyone seemed to be resting, he strolled impassively through the sets of hallways within their base - so damn boring. Before, Heat had never paid any attention, didn't understand anything but how it was to obey to those orders, to finish their enemies quickly and swiftly, to have an absolute goal; and now, fuck, he wondered why he still listened to their "leader". It was obvious they weren't still the same, was it still necessary to continue with what they had done so far? Those thoughts plagued Heat's mind as he kicked the door's open and stepped outside, to savour the fresh air of Muladhara's area.
Serph turned his head passively when the door burst open, unsurprised to see Heat, perhaps the most violent of his inner circle these days. He found it intriguing, this anger Heat kept about him. Of course, it made things a bit difficult when it came to running the Embryon, but in it's own way it spiced things up a bit. He chatsised himself for thinking that way, but he couldn't help it. Ever since being hit with that light, ever since the mark on his cheek appeared and the demon inside him gained a voice, he'd been thinking such things. He prayed to Nirvahana that Gale never found out. The man was his friend, but his tongue could do with a muzzle. "You will break the door, Heat," he called in his soft voice.
Heat snorted, stepping closer to the leader. "And you can just find a replacement." There was something in his voice, it wasn't quite anger - not this time - more like amused disdain; before, he wouldn't have dared to speak up, nor ever comment on Serph's actions, but now, there was a fire burning within him that made him constest every single of the other's movements. Especially when they concerned the new girl...Sera.
"Yes, and waist the Embryon's money on something we shouldn't have to," Serph rose to his feet gracefully, like a cat, his gray eyes taking on an icy blue hint to them. Yet his voice was never raised. It remained it's soft, cool, calming whisper, like a brush of frost across the cheek. His eyes roamed over Heat, taking in features he knew and others newly awakened. The fiery red of his hair, falling into his face and cupping a cheek, the play of dull light across muscled forearms and toned thighs. He reflected the monster Serph knew was inside him, as hungry and violent as heat. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, looking at him stirred something in Serph, something he wasn't sure he could name or even comprehend, and thus he pushed it back for the time being. "Be more careful in the future."
