venusian arts

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Musicbycd, text re-written by my pals and me. Singers in order of appearance: RedyyChuu,Lufia4,Tibertius1, me and Kyojimbo. Listen and hear us slowly descend into madness.

EDIT: Because of tumblr bots I had to remove all possible references to who made the original song, so I have deleted the lyrics as well as the title. Send me a fanmail if you want the lyrics.

justanotherviolist-deactivated2  asked:

12 proposing to clara?

i feel like you people send the most straight-ahead trope prompts just to see how badly i can fuck them up

Twelve/Clara, ~1.9k words, angsty fluff: Language is a map of our failures.

“Santa was mine, I suppose.” Clara’s curled up on an armchair, wrapped up in blankets, cradling a cup of tea.

“Not necessarily,” the Doctor says. In his own armchair, fewer blankets, holding a glass of apple juice.

Above them, all of time and space, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof. Nebulae, dust swarming. The inexorable expansion of everything, the pulling-apart.

“But you don’t. I mean, I’m not self-centered enough to think the rest of the universe follows the same religion as me. I can’t imagine you celebrate Christmas. So why would you dream about Santa Claus?”

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