#Queue the flow

[inversionimpulse]

Imagine you have a really nice house. You've lived in it for centuries, because you're a minor deity and you can do that. Then the previous owner's angry sister wrecks it.

You keep on keeping on. You miss the old house, but whatever. You fall on hard times. You can't afford to keep up with the rising cost of living. You've gotta move.

A weird white woman comes by and tells you that she actually saved the old house before it got fucked up and moved it to her neighbourhood, and she's actually willing to let you move back in! It'll have to be a one way trip though.

It's a lot of work, but you make it to the new old house. It's beautiful, it's everything you remember.

You start moving your stuff in and discover that there's a bunch of squatters running a fascist state for birds out of the living room. There are two separate hostels for people who got expelled from engineering school for safety violations in the basement, and they hate each other. There's a bunch of old ladies raising orphans in the kitchen and they won't let anyone else even step foot in it. The previous owner never actually left, she's been locked in her room hotboxing for the past several centuries. The study has been converted into a casino. There's a bunch of broken mirrors and black cats and upside-down horseshoes piled in a corner for some reason. A Minecraft streamer is living in the walls.

... At least the girls who've been living in the garden shed are nice.

Your wife goes in to evict the squatters. You decide to go find somewhere to sleep, you can't be assed to deal with any of this shit. But first, the both of you send your daughter to go introduce herself to the neighbours. Maybe it'll be worth it if she can at least make some friends.

An hour later she comes back and tells you that she couldn't work up the courage to ask out the leader of the neighbourhood watch, so she started throwing rocks instead, and now they're coming to kick your collective asses.

Your wife lets you know she's come to a mutually-beneficial agreement with the fascist birds and is planning to have one of the engineer factions rewire the house's electricity and she thinks she might be able to get a cut of the profit from the casino.

The neighbourhood watch beats everyone in the house half to death, except you.

The next day they realise they forgot you and come back to beat your ass too.

This is more or less what Mountain of Faith was for Suwako.

[splickedylit]

You can't fight the role the Mother had in store for you

[deputy-buck]

shhh, let him rest; he's had a hard enough life.

[bebemoon]

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[sreppub]

batman unburied

[sojutrait]

a very spoiler filled current household family tree

credit for the v v cute family tree psd!!

[fallstaticexit]

Chapter Seven Adie - Previous // Next // Beginning // Werewolf Lore

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[dazesanddoodles]

new sitcom featuring stuilly (yuri edition) having a Totally Normal Summer™—coming this june to an ao3 tab near you!

[expectiations]

Thinking of how "left me like a book on a shelf" is from River's POV and therefore does not mean it is the entirety of the story much like how "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" was uttered from a River who was grieving.

Like the Doctor could have spent a long time putting the TARDIS in stationary orbit around the Library. The Doctor could have puttered about with the Library from years before it was shut down to ensure that everything would go smoothly while doing his best not to change a single thing. And on days when it is too hard, he just stares at the Library from his perch on the TARDIS door. Waiting, hoping, thinking. Trying to find a way out for her. For them.

And he does!

He finds a hundred ways to get her out of the data core. But...something always goes wrong. It's somehow never good enough. She's back, but she's not entirely there.

So he scratches it out, slaps himself, and tries again.

And again.

And again.

But his plans always fail.

But they don't. Not really. His plans could work. Could have worked. His beloved Sexy would help him. She'd always help him when it comes to her Water. But he was too scared. Too frightened of failure. Because one single mistake. One. Single. Mistake. And she's gone. He can never get her back. Forever.

So he runs. And runs. And runs. Until centuries has gone by and companion come and gone. Until he met a younger, more alive version of her. And then they had Darillium. And oh the joys of wonderful joys, what a night that was.

But things end. Even for him. They had to part ways again. Had to say goodbye. So he tries again. Picks up what his previous self had shelved. He tries. Oh how he tries.

But still. That fear exists. Is it worth it? Can he finally accomplish what he'd started a literal lifetime ago?

(He doesn't.)

Off on another lifetime with a new body. He's a...she now? Oh and shorter! Wow. That's new! I wonder what Ri–

On the rare moments she allows herself to succumb to sleep she goes to their his her study. She takes a moment to take everything in. It's unrecognizable now – the study that once was theirs filled with warmth and laughter and-

Every single space was taken. Covered by plans of plans of plans spanning...two...lifetimes now. Sexy still kept it just as it was the last time he she had been in there.

Their His Her favorite throw was still where it was – on their his her favorite corner of their his her favorite couch.

Nothing had changed but everything had changed.

She curled up and buried her face hoping it would still smell of her (It did. They never knew how it worked but somehow her smell still lingered anyway. They thought they were hallucinating at first but other people had been able to smell it too. Sometimes they forget but Sexy also lost her too).

She was a he again. The same face they had four lifetimes ago. The same face who was the first to keep the memory of their meeting.

But wh- what? Why? How? Is this it? Is this the body that finally brings her back home? A fitting act really. He put her in there and so he'll also put her out of there.

But... she wasn't there. Nothing was there. Nothing but chunks of debris and ashes and smelted...somethings.

When he blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?), Donna's worried face greeted him. He blinked again and blinked. Nothing changed. Everything has changed. He had waited for far too long. He had made her wait for far. too. long. He feared of failing her but now he actually has failed her.

Everything was bland now. Was it just him or is everything a bit...on the side of grey? Donna looks at him like he might break. (He won't. He's a Time Lord. Time Lords don't break.) Even Sylvia had taken to treating him a bit more kindly.

He goes off alone with Sexy. His return to the Noble-Temple (Temple-Noble) household becomes fewer and further in between. One day he finds himself in Venice. Wonderful Venice. His Pond and her Roman (who wasn't yet a Roman) had gone here. There were vampires. And running and –

River?

No silly. River wasn't there.

He blinked. And blinked again. Made sure the sky was blue and the clouds still fluffy white. But was that his leather jacket that just whizzed by past him? Wait. Hold on. That was... Was that? Oh no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Did they? No. They couldn't have.

But of course, apparently they did. Because that was actually his leather jacket wearing self that just passed by him again(?) tugging along his very-much-not-dead wife along running from... Hold on. Why are they running? What- Who's shooting at her?!

[onlyzhuyilong]

Throwback to when Xiao Zhu was told to sit up straight by his team at a University fan meeting/screening for Only The River Flows last year.

[aegis-elle]

references I made for my PMD OCs!! :]

[damnation-if]

Could we get Twilit's greetings?

sure thing! thank you for asking!<3

Hostile

(long beat of cold silence) ...yes?

Your nursemaids are elsewhere.

Are you lost?

(flatly) What is it that you want?

Bids farewell by saying "do as you wish."

Neutral

(humming a fragment of a song)

Greetings, changeling.

Unexpected...

Do you have time to submit to a series of experiments? I can promise they will not be unreasonably hazardous.

Have you been experiencing any unusual symptoms lately?

Hmm... fascinating.

Bids farewell by saying "I hope we meet again."

Warm

What have you learned since last we spoke?

Tell Me of your trials.

I was wondering when you would find Me again.

How can I assist you?

Promising... very promising, indeed. Oh, apologies, I was going over some experimental results.

Bids farewell by saying "I look forward to seeing how you will change before next we meet."

Romanced

You are new every time I look upon you... or perhaps My eyes are.

What is it that you wish?

I have many things to share with you.

Your timing is impeccable, as always.

Bids farewell by saying "I trust I will see you again soon" or "I look forward to our reunion."

[staliaatreides]

Yeah, that's where my cat likes to hide. Underfoot.

[daisyofwaterdeep]

i would have been able to finish this fic IF I DIDNT HAVE WORK GRRRRRR WOOF WOOF GRRRRRAAA

[kirisclangen]

Ashenpaw

He/him, 9 moons, cis tom

[ramuelisms]

more hk textposts from my autism frenzy