#parasych

lenny && the twelfth doctor + it wears a human face // for @parasych​

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: OKAY OKAY I NEED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST. LENNY IS ONE OF THE MOST COMPELLING CHARACTERS EVER CREATED. THERE I SAID IT. no but seriously, legion was a major obsession this time last year, i was hooked and in love and so much so i made my own david blog and everything. lenny played by the beautiful aubry plaza was the most amazing antagonist to david and urgh so brilliant but also terrifying and crazy and fantastically deliciously devilish that i seriously have a major crush on the character and i adore every single faucet of lenny like you have no idea how amazing she is and how much i love herHow they play them: listen mate, i feel at times that you are lenny. you are. you’re just off the wall amazing. your writing is incredible and draws you in to this amazing like outerworld and i get ecstatic every time i read your work. it’s so amazing and executed so beautifully in a way that i would never ever achieveThe Mun: i’ve never really spoken to you ooc but i can assure you i think you are the sweetest most amazing most incredible bean i have ever ever had the privilege of interacting with you’re amazing 

Do I:

RP with them: sadly not yetWant to RP with them:  OF COURSE PLEASE LOVE ME NOTICE ME SENPAI

What is my;

Overall Opinion: overall you know that i am in lesbians with you. like i would literally die for you. i think youre incredible and i wish, i wish i wish to god i was as good at writing as you are

                chest  rises    ,        lips  coming  to  a  close  as  her  head  lifts    .        gaze  is  fixated  on  the  other    ,        a  lump  beginning  to  form  in  the  middle  of  her  throat    .        a  feeling  of  unease  beginning  to  run  through  her  body    ,        each  wheel  being  churned  moving  just  a  tad  bit  slow    ,        as  though  she’s  getting  ready  for  something        ——        getting  ready  to  gap  it    .         ❛      deflecting  ?        deflecting  ?        i  don’t  deflect    ,        doctor    .      ❜         an  outrage  !        practically  flabbergasted    .        brows  knit  together    ,        some  sort  of  venom  almost  lacing  between  her  words    .         ❛      i ——      ❜         a  pause    .        she’s  never  one  to  be  at  a  loss  for  words    ,        tripping  over  what  to  say    .        head  shakes  as  confusion  washes  over  her    ,        head  tipping  down  as  she  swallows  the  lump  in  her  throat    .         ❛      i’m  feeling  fine    .        i’m  not  paranoid    .      ❜         what  a  lie  miss  gibson  !         ❛      i  have  no  idea  what  you’re  talking  about    .      ❜

They started out as nightmares. Well -- actually, that's all they were. Right? Nightmares were normal ; the bad memories were normal. He's not a stranger to waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, panicking. This couldn't be any different. Maybe he was a little shaken up when he realized his nightmares were getting progressively worse  ( that his memories were becoming more and more vivid )  but that must just be part of this recovery process.

Figures in the corner of his eye were new, though. Hearing an unfamiliar voice in his head was disconcerting, but maybe he just didn’t recognize it yet. Bucky was still learning a lot, about himself and others. There had to be explanations for all of this. He just didn’t have them.

It’s happening again. On the outside, he’s tossing and turning ; limbs are twitching and his face twists into an expression of pain and fear. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead while his hands curl into tight fists. On the inside, he’s trapped  ( in every sense of the word )  . There’s four walls surrounding him. The air in the tiny room was cold and he felt like things were closing in on him while the temperature dropped  ( cryo-! )  .

Bucky’s eyes dart around the room while he’s huddled in one of the corners.  ( He has to escape! They can’t take him again! )  In a moment of adrenaline and desperation, he charges, straight at the opposite wall. A metal fist collides with stone and he can hear it crack. But it doesn’t crumble. He’s still trapped. So he swings again, a futile attempt to escape.