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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 and utterly 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔
—— MDNI.
—— Penned by #APOSTASYA
- Messages with the complexity of a nursery rhyme?”
November 3, 2025 at 11:55 PM
- Messages with the complexity of a nursery rhyme?”
- to ensure the Doctor doesn’t end up interfering with whatever that damned parchment is describing.
Whatever it may be, he needs to decipher it faster, lest he be left looking like a fool again.
He scoffs, pushing Diluc’s arm away.
“Is this the best your network can provide? -
Whatever it may be, he needs to decipher it faster, lest he be left looking like a fool again.
He scoffs, pushing Diluc’s arm away.
“Is this the best your network can provide? -
November 3, 2025 at 11:55 PM
- to ensure the Doctor doesn’t end up interfering with whatever that damned parchment is describing.
Whatever it may be, he needs to decipher it faster, lest he be left looking like a fool again.
He scoffs, pushing Diluc’s arm away.
“Is this the best your network can provide? -
Whatever it may be, he needs to decipher it faster, lest he be left looking like a fool again.
He scoffs, pushing Diluc’s arm away.
“Is this the best your network can provide? -
- the other side of the parchment, dark letters shining where the sunlight hits just right.
“… Ragnvindr. What are you playing at.”
“… Ragnvindr. What are you playing at.”
November 1, 2025 at 4:56 PM
- the other side of the parchment, dark letters shining where the sunlight hits just right.
“… Ragnvindr. What are you playing at.”
“… Ragnvindr. What are you playing at.”
“There’s no point in stalling with your depraved fantasies about my nighttime habits—we both know it’s not something that dull.”
October 21, 2025 at 10:48 AM
“There’s no point in stalling with your depraved fantasies about my nighttime habits—we both know it’s not something that dull.”
October 16, 2025 at 9:39 PM
“No lady is penning you lascivious prose in a puzzle box… Though I can’t imagine you’d be so sloppy in concealing more important intel.
October 14, 2025 at 11:49 PM
“No lady is penning you lascivious prose in a puzzle box… Though I can’t imagine you’d be so sloppy in concealing more important intel.
Dottore steels himself with an obnoxious clearing of his throat, hands clasped behind his back.
“… I don’t believe your little story. And I’d rather not make a mess.”
Smile wide, he steps closer—maintaining just enough space to be out of immediate striking distance.
“What is it 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?”
“… I don’t believe your little story. And I’d rather not make a mess.”
Smile wide, he steps closer—maintaining just enough space to be out of immediate striking distance.
“What is it 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?”
October 14, 2025 at 11:06 PM
Dottore steels himself with an obnoxious clearing of his throat, hands clasped behind his back.
“… I don’t believe your little story. And I’d rather not make a mess.”
Smile wide, he steps closer—maintaining just enough space to be out of immediate striking distance.
“What is it 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?”
“… I don’t believe your little story. And I’d rather not make a mess.”
Smile wide, he steps closer—maintaining just enough space to be out of immediate striking distance.
“What is it 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?”
“Oh, please—you don’t honestly think I care about your pitiable love life?”
October 14, 2025 at 10:18 PM
“Oh, please—you don’t honestly think I care about your pitiable love life?”
October 14, 2025 at 10:12 PM
He coughs into a fist, feigning indifference. Poorly. Very, very poorly.
“Ah… Is that some kind of love letter, Master Diluc? I wasn’t expecting you to be passing notes like a schoolboy—”
“Ah… Is that some kind of love letter, Master Diluc? I wasn’t expecting you to be passing notes like a schoolboy—”
October 14, 2025 at 9:20 PM
He coughs into a fist, feigning indifference. Poorly. Very, very poorly.
“Ah… Is that some kind of love letter, Master Diluc? I wasn’t expecting you to be passing notes like a schoolboy—”
“Ah… Is that some kind of love letter, Master Diluc? I wasn’t expecting you to be passing notes like a schoolboy—”