#but those should be really short

[tanatola]

pathologic 3 announcement made me return to the classic game and finally play it properly! i think my favorite part of the bachelor's route is when he talks to maria kaina (or whoever's in her body at the time) and they explain that their planned Utopia isn’t even supposed to be a 'perfect' place but instead 'the mystical manifestation of a world inscrutable and inaccessible to men' going back to the original meaning of the word irl and instead of despairing Daniil fervently agrees that this kind of unimaginable leap is worth it, no matter where it actually leads

[orb-weaving]

Recognition

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I haven't read these books at all, but your art is so fun and cute that I like seeing your comics a lot regardless. Fantastic Silly Little Guy energy.

Thank you for enjoying my silly little guys and my comics B*)

[serpentface]

This was going to be a panel of a little comic but I got too invested in drawing minute background details so, here.

[ryllen]

Hi! I hope that you are doing well🥰💗💕 I really adore your art!! Your Yuu really wins me over to the very heart!💘💘💘

I wear lightning-shaped earrings and they really remind me of Sebek!⚡ I would like your girl to put them on and draw this🥺💓

But I also really love her black earrings that she wears when she's a teenager and green ones when she's an adult! It's really cute💕💕

And! I would be interested to know if Sebek notices when Yuu puts on other earrings or doesn't wear them at all if she doesn't want to?👉👈💗

Have a nice day!🥰❣️❣️❣️

decide ur ending, which feels more in character

[tusks-and-claws]

The Death of Peace of Mind

Miguel O’hara x female reader

Summary: "I miss the way you say my name/the way you bend, the way you break"

You think your fearless leader needs help relaxing, but another door is opened entirely

Tags/warnings: smut (18+), oneshot, fingering, blowjob, pronebone, blood, biting, unprotected sex, paralytic venom, dominant Miguel, dirty talk, God there’s so much to list : )

Word count: 3.3k 

Can also be found on Ao3 here. Please give it some love if you enjoyed ;_;

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"I know better than this, I shouldn't be… we shouldn't be doing this."

Miguel O'Hara sat at the edge of your bed, your room softly illuminated by a candle on the bedside table. He liked the dark. His back was to you, his broad shoulders slumped forward, as you had your back against your headboard. He was still in his suit, his mask off.

"Miguel…" you said, starting this conversation again for the umpteenth time. "You have needs, too, y'know." 

He waved a hand dismissively. "What are my needs when compared to all this?" He gestured to nothing. You weren't even at HQ. You were both in your dimension. A vacation, you had said. You could never get him to leave HQ for long. "I know what happens when I try to get what I want. When I go where I don't belong."

You furrowed your brow. "But you do belong here, I invited you."

"You know exactly what I mean." He spoke quickly. Trying to expel the words as fast as possible. 

Your arms crossed over your chest as you eyed him. He'd been through a lot, yes, but what Spider hadn't? How long was he going to keep ignoring himself for the greater good? What purpose would he serve if he tore himself apart? 

"You're right," you said, finally. 

"What?" He asked, peering over his shoulder to look at you, incredulous. 

"You're right," you repeated. "You can leave."

"I… well. I suppose I can leave. Do you… want me to?"

You suppressed a smile. "I don't really care," you lied. 

"You…?" He turned around at that, hands on the bed as he swiveled his torso to meet your eyes. "You can't be serious. I- I made the effort to make sure Jess could cover me so we could come here, I… it's a huge waste of time. You see that, don't you?" 

"I guess so." It was hard for you to break eye contact with him, but you managed to do it, and stared pointedly out the window. 

"You 'guess,' I can't-" he rubbed his face with his hands. "You're so frustrating, I can't read you, you-" 

Your face broke, betraying you, a smirk cracking your façade.

He narrowed his eyes, fully turning around now, bringing his knees up onto the bed to crawl to you. His claws came out, and they pulled at the threads of your comforter, threatening to tear holes. "Is this what you want? You want to make me mad?" 

You blushed as he made his way to you, his sudden intensity stirring you into silence. 

"Well?" He asked. "Suddenly so quiet." He reached you now, looming over you with both hands on the headboard on either side of you, his muscular thighs straddling your legs. His huge frame took up your whole vision, his presence overwhelming your heightened senses. Heat was radiating from his body. His scent washed over you. He was all clean musk and warmth and something deeper, something primal. It played to your baser mind, telling you to lose control and give in. 

You swallowed. "You have no need to stay here." You weren't done teasing him just yet. 

"But you have need, hm?" He looked down to study your form, releasing his hands from the headboard to touch the hem of your shirt. "Don't you?"

You held your breath, nodding.

"Say it." His tone was casual. Flippant.

Your breath left you as your lips parted to speak, the words far from you as your brain grew foggy. He always liked to hear you admit how much you wanted it, how much you wanted him. And he always asked you when he knew you'd struggle to form a response. 

"Yes." It was the only thing your brain made abundantly clear. Yes. Yes, you have needs. Yes, in this moment, he was one of them. 

"Yes what?"

How cruel. Under his gaze for this long, intense and bloodshot, you grew more flustered and delirious. 

"Yes, Miguel, I have need of you." You impressed yourself with the eloquence of your reply. 

"Oh? Oh, do you?" His hands finally moved again, snaking under the bottom of your shirt, the fabric of his suit keeping your skin from touching his. "That's kind of selfish of you, isn't it?"

You nodded, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes as his hands moved to firmly hold the sides of your waist, thumbs stroking soft skin. He was being careful to not scratch you. Though his claws were retractable, you noticed throughout your encounters that he had a hard time keeping them hidden when his passions were running high. But part of you didn't care if he marked you up. Part of you wanted to keep something from him. Something more than awkward passing glances and intimate encounters that were few and far between. 

"M-Miguel?"

"Mm? What is it?"

"You don't need to be gentle, y’know."

His gaze flicked to meet yours as he raised an eyebrow. He seemed amused. 

"It's just that," for some reason, you felt the need to elaborate. "I'm strong, too. I can handle it. You've been so stressed."

"So… you want me to use you?" His voice was low and level. 

Use. The word sent a shock up your spine. He could see the emotions flashing across your face, the thoughts of him, of what he might do to you. Was this safe? Could he control himself? He'd have to. You'd just have to trust him. 

You released a breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, meeting him in his bloodshot eyes. "Yes. Please."

He grinned, bearing his pearly fangs in the flickering candlelight. The fog in your head grew thicker at the sight of them. Would he bite you with them? How would they feel against your skin? How would they feel piercing you? Would it hurt? Would it-

The feeling of his bare forefinger, claw retracted, gently teasing your slit quickly shut you up. When did he move his hand under the hem of your shorts? You were so deep within your own clouded thoughts, you hadn't even noticed. He caressed you there before carefully plunging his finger into your heat. The feeling was immediately maddening. You bit your lip to keep yourself from asking for more, for another finger, for his mouth, for his- no. You were following his pace. This was what you wanted, yes, but it was mostly for him. You somehow knew that he needed this more than you did, though he'd never admit it.

The whole time, he kept his reddened eyes on your face, studying every reaction. "You're wet, you're so wet…." His voice was quiet. "So, this is what does it for you, huh?" He pumped his finger at a steady pace. You could hear the wet sounds he elicited with his efforts. You braced yourself on his hulking shoulders, preparing for him to quicken at any moment. But he was agonizingly slow. His free hand gripped the headboard above you as he leaned down to whisper into your ear. "Me, your leader, using you." There was that word again. You lightly arched your back into him upon hearing it, trying to keep yourself calm for now. Falling apart could come later. "I try so hard to hold it all together. But you… you threaten me. The looks you give me, your smiles, your smell, estoy cachondo, fuck." Your eyes widened. He only spoke Spanish when his emotions were heightened. He was unraveling. 

Good.

He slipped his digit out from inside of you and circled your clit with a slick fingertip. The feeling was intense and electric, and even though you were still half-pinned by his muscular thighs, your upper body curled into him. "Seeing you like this…" he swallowed, his heartbeat quickening. "Rendering you helpless… It's revenge for how you make me feel when you look at me the way you do. If I can make you feel half of that… that might be enough. You're going to come for me. Feel what I feel." 

You nodded fervently, unable to speak under his attention, his words, his touch. That delicious, warm feeling was building up and coiling in your core as he kept expertly circling your clit, until the coil finally snapped and you came, lifting up off of the bed and throwing your arms around his neck as you whimpered. Miguel continued as you rode it out, reveling in the newfound wetness that came with your orgasm, until you finally settled down, your heart still thumping in your chest. You released your hold of him, your arms weak, your gaze heavy. He seemed to match your labored breathing, his chest rising and falling in time with yours. You had hardly even touched him and he seemed as much of a mess as you were. 

He stared at you like that for a brief moment, seemingly awestruck at your reaction to this newly opened door. 

"God, I need… I need your mouth around my cock." He flipped unceremoniously off of you to lay on his back at your side. "Come here." Before you had time to react, he had a hand on your head, guiding you downward. Despite the forceful movement, he fondly scratched at your scalp with bare fingers, his hand shaking just enough for you to notice. You positioned yourself so your head rested on his hard abdominals while you admired the display he brought you down to see. His hard cock pushed against his nearly metallic suit. The sheen of the fabric left almost nothing to the imagination. You could see his thick shaft, prominent veins like rivers flowing over a landscape, all leading up to the bulbous head. He twitched eagerly as he sighed, trying to calm his heart. 

You reached your hand up to touch Miguel through his suit, and his reaction was bodily. He hissed a breath in through clenched teeth. You played with his hard length, running the flat of your palm up and down the underside of his shaft, until he couldn't take it anymore. He seemed to be able to dismiss parts of his suit at will, and he did just that, creating an opening so he could spring free. It was always an impressive sight, sizable and thick. His golden skin slightly red with anticipation at the head of his cock, soft dark waves of short hair at the base. Reaching up, you gently held it. You couldn't quite wrap your whole hand around it. He exhaled at your touch, skin on skin. The hand he had in your hair gently pushed your head until your waiting lips met the tip of his cock, and you accepted it, closing your mouth around it.

Miguel threw his head back, slamming it against the headboard and shaking the two of you on the bed. The sound startled you, but you knew the headboard would've taken more damage than Miguel. He gave no indication that he was hurt, and so you kept going, sucking on the tip of his cock and being as noisy as possible so it would overwhelm that heightened hearing of his. And overwhelm it did. The soft, wet heat of your mouth was nearly too much for him. And as you started to take him deeper, he reached his arms up and behind him, taking the headboard into a vice grip. You could hear the wood splintering. 

That should've worried you, you should've cared about your furniture being destroyed. But you didn't. You couldn't, not with Miguel O'Hara melting underneath you. He could destroy a thousand bed frames. So long as you could touch him, could hear him moaning, could watch him as he barely held his composure. This would always be worth it. 

You took him further into your mouth, humming around his length at the pleasant,  full feeling. You were slow, holding him there, savoring the taste of him and the weight of him on your tongue.

"M-move-" he croaked.

You turned your gaze towards his face, raising an eyebrow. He was straining. Muscles bulging, chest heaving, fangs displayed in clenched teeth. You could see the prominent cracks in the wood.

"Move your shocking head, amor."

His hands came down to tangle with your hair, grabbing handfuls so he could move your head for you. You happily let him, and he bobbed you up and down on his shaft as you opened your throat to him. 

"Oh, fuck, yes… that's it. Good girl. You're- you're taking me so fucking well." 

Your eyes started rolling into the back of your head fondly. Good girl. He'd never called you that before. You'd be good for him. You'd be so good. 

The sounds coming from you were the very definition of lewd, as were the strands of thick saliva that connected you to him. You closed your eyes, continuing to breathe through your nose, when you felt something prick your scalp. His claws. In and out, in and out. He was struggling to keep control of them.

"Ay, coño, I can't fucking do this." His voice barely a whisper. "You're gonna," he paused, swallowing. "You're gonna make me lose control, you know that?" Despite his words, he kept going, kept moving your head, even started to thrust his hips up to fuck your throat more thoroughly. His moans turned into what could only be described as growls, and the sound of them hit you like an electric shock, making you want him even more. If that were even possible. 

His claws kept scraping you, threatening to fully unsheath. But Miguel never let them. He finally let your head go, bringing his hands up to his face and rubbing it in exhaustion. You stayed on his cock for a moment longer, carefully lifting your head away and disconnecting from him with a wet pop.

He groaned to himself through his hands. 

"Miguel…? You alright?"

"No." He finally said, "no, I'm fucking not."

You cocked your head in surprise at the response, opening your mouth to question him further until you were cut off by him quickly grabbing you and positioning you underneath him. He was pinning your legs again, but you were faced down this time, your cheeks pressed against the soft sheets as he pushed you into the mattress. He finally let his claws out, and with one swift movement, tore your shorts and panties into ribbons. In that moment, you were glad he couldn't see your face. You were grinning like an idiot. Finally. You're finally seeing the side of him that you always knew was there. That you desperately wanted him to let out. Your previous encounters had been tame compared to this. He'd been holding back. 

"Because now," he grabbed your waist with both of his large hands, holding firm. "Now I know that you like being treated like a little fucktoy. I know that you'll be good for me and that you'll listen. What a rarity." He started to line up the tip of his cock with your entrance. "And if I thought you took up too much space in my head already, well-" he chuckled, pushing his tip into your pussy. "I'll never have peace of mind again."

He thrusted into you, and you were immediately seeing stars. With each pump, he took himself nearly all the way out of your warmth before plunging all the way back in. You could feel every delicious, hot inch of him. So deep and so filling. He fucked you into the mattress so thoroughly and so hard that you were convinced a crater was forming underneath the both of you. You felt the sharp points of his claws pricking your skin but not quite puncturing you. Your head swam as you grew dizzy. 

He released your waist, left hand steadying himself on the low headboard, which was bound to break again. His right arm snuck up underneath your right arm, reaching around your collarbone to grab at your left shoulder, pulling you up so you were close into him. His chest was flush with your back. You reached up to hold onto that arm for dear life, as he brought his mouth down to your ear. 

"Wanna bite you so bad, amor," he growled. "You smell so shocking good. Drivin' me up a fucking wall."

"Do it," you said, your voice strained.

"Wh-what?" His pace wavered. "You can't mean that."

"I- fuck- I do. Bite me, Miguel. Please."

"Are you," he exhaled a shaky breath. "Are you sure? It's a paralytic venom. I've- I've used it on Spiders before and we can withstand it a bit, but, shit… I need you to know what you're getting into." 

"Do it," you said again. 

His entire body shook against you. "Unbelievable…." His voice sounded reverent. "Hold on tight."

You listened, gripping his arm harder, shutting your eyes. His mouth came down to meet the crook of your neck. He inhaled, letting your scent wash over him, before carefully sinking his fangs into your skin. The pain was sharp and fast, and was quickly replaced with a wave of warmth and laxity. Your muscles loosened, allowing him to easily pull you in even closer. He moaned against you, his thrusts quickening, his cock feeling like it was hitting your cervix. With every smack of his skin against yours, he buried himself to the hilt. That incredible, intense feeling was building within you again, deep inside your core.

"Fuck," he hissed into your skin, releasing his jaws and lapping at the light trickle of crimson blood. "Good girl, good girl, I've got you."

He held you and didn't let go, caging you against his huge form, fucking you until that feeling turned into a huge sunburst that sent spots across your vision. Your body trembled involuntarily as you clenched around his cock. 

"Yes," he encouraged, "yes, come for me. Give it all to me. I've got you, bebé."

You smiled against the venom, and he was right, it wasn't too potent in your system. It was just enough to comfortably loosen your muscles. You came down from your high as he kept pumping into you, his pace merciless. His body started to shake again, his right hand's grip on your left shoulder tightening. 

“Too much for me to handle,” he rasped. “I’m gonna come… gonna come inside you.”

“Yes,” you croaked, finding your voice and gaining back enough control of your muscles to push yourself up into him. 

His tempo stuttered as he slammed his hips into you, curling against you as he came. His cock twitched inside of you, spilling hot seed in thick spurts. He held you there for a long while, savoring the feeling of being inside you, like he knew he'd miss the warmth once it was gone. Despite what he wanted, he let go of you and flipped onto his back beside you, placing a hand over his heart as his chest heaved. He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself. Silently reaching for you, he pulled you in so you could rest against his chest, your head rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. He stroked your hair as you stared up at him, his face glowing in the yellow shine of candlelight. 

"That…" he started to say, then stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I…. I needed that." 

You smiled, nuzzling into him. "Thank you." 

"You're thanking me?" He asked, laughing at how ridiculous it sounded. 

"Yeah," you said. "I feel like I finally saw Miguel tonight. Not Spider-Man. But Miguel. And I really like him." 

He rolled his eyes but still smiled, petting your head until you fell asleep on him.

[isbergillustration]

Something something becoming a city

[starleska]

just saw Heretic (2024) and am delighted. without spoiling anything, regardless of your religious conviction or lack thereof you'll be challenged on your faith, morals, and the question of whether or not belief constitutes reality, and whether the answer to that matters at all. please go and see it!!!!

[choco-court]

The sonic underground girliessss

Pretty sure this is the happiest Choco's been with purr underground redesigns yet! This is for an AU that's been purr pet project for. a while. there's just some ongoing plot holes to fill and cutscene movies to watch, which will hopefully help Choco fill the plot holes.

Edit: here's some more art in the same vein (:

[faunandfloraas]

Seungmin saying they changed song by so it would be easier for people to watch and listen and then me seeing people going "Yes! It's good it's on tiktok and shorts now" and I'm like. Oh. You're all so fucking stupid <3

[drpicklesart]

they are going to mehnahnaroo

[doodlingwren]

If only the original Saint Seiya anime was a 2014-2018 anime series instead of being aired in the 80s-90s, I can only imagine the sheer amount of animation memes that could have been done. Some of the characters are just so perfect for those, like, if this was a more animation-oriented fandom this would totally be a thing.

[rainintheevening]

Hungry to write, not knowing what project to pick and work on.

[roaringheat]

You've gotta be shittin me im goin a little insane over the way Charles asks Arthur to help him by saying "Do it for me" and then repeating it just a little more firmly when Arthur doesn't immediately give in ohhhhhh my god

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

The last of the Gallifrey short trips notes: Erasure

There are earthquakes on gallifrey (i mean idk why there wouldn’t be, planets are going to planet after all, but still feels like something to note)

Heartshaven has a wine cellar → there’s gallifreyan wine, wonder if it’s any different to human wine since human alcohol doesn’t really affect time lords, or is it just for the taste

Also why were they at heartshaven

The house is not well reinforced → commonality among houses, or just heartshaven

Narvin: says something heartfelt, narvin immediately after: i never said that

‘The rise of the killer cats of ginseng … the cia didn’t handle that one at all well, but luckily we made sure no record exists today’ → ??? please tell me more about this

‘A rare moment of a time lord cover up that actually benefited all gallifrey’ → i do wonder what the extent of what they had to cover up was, like did this involve just deleting some records, or deleting some memories (or maybe even people, let's be real here, though i guess they wouldn’t exactly remember if that happened since they would have never existed) and how did it benefit gallifrey, save them from embarrassment? Prevent it from destabilizing their society and/or government? What are we talking here

Loyalty meant everything → the blind trust of gallifrey and its institutions (this is somewhat just part of how narvin is, but also we see this with some other time lords in the invasion of time, so i wonder how common of a trait the whole blind loyalty thing is among time lords)

‘I don’t know how many years it goes back, i was younger then’ → i’m begging the writers to stop being allergic to telling me narvin’s age, please anything but he’s at least two hundred (my personal headcanon is anywhere from 600-900 by the start of the series, which isn’t exactly a small range, but it’s fine, i can deal with that) (← lies)

‘The high council had been monitoring a world’ → i wonder how much the monitoring of potential threats (and/or whatever is of interest) falls to the high council and what falls to the cia, when does it become enough of a thing for the high council to get involved vs when is it just something for the cia to deal with

There’s an apc net prediction, so maybe that’s when the high council gets involved, otherwise it’s just the cia monitoring things for themselves

‘Universes, all of them’ → the time lords have some amount of power and control over other universes, or at least have access to them, this would make sense as we see the everything with the axis

‘One of my seniors’ → narvin isn’t yet at the point of being only a step or two below vansell yet, but as is mentioned later, he’s above the status of junior agent (trying to figure out how the various agencies and organizations on gallifrey work one step at a time, this would be a lot easier if the writers weren’t constantly disagreeing on things, but alas, what else is to be expected)

‘Matrix keepers rarely got involved with the day to day running of the capitol, preferring to spend their days observing and seeking the ability to read truthful timelines from the cloister wraiths. For the head of their little clique to emerge from the catacombs was a sign, and not a good one’ → so yes the matrix houses all of time lord knowledge and can to an extent predict the future, but it seems that these things are very jumbled, the matrix keepers keep to themselves, presumably spending that time trying to interpret the matrix, because it seems that unless you have control over the matrix (like say the president would) it’s hard to navigate or get accurate information from (which would make sense given what we see of it in the show, it’s just a jumble of random things, bits of memories smashed together), also the ‘truthful timelines’ bit, does the matrix predict events along multiple timelines, can they see all the possible futures? I wonder what learning to differentiate between a possible future and a probable one is like, like what makes a future more likely to happen then another and how does one learn to discern that (also kind of love the whole ‘well if they thought it was important enough to actually tell us about we’re a bit fucked aren’t we’ like sure they might just use technology to communicate their findings/predictions, but it is a little funny to me to imagine that they stay down there until they encounter something possibly apocalyptic)

‘This was the sort of job for which you’d normally summon a junior grade time lord’ → i need to make a chart of time lord ranks or something (also the ‘give them a time ring’ part, junior time lords don’t have tardises? (i actually think i’d heard that somewhere before, but idk where it was) if this is the case, i think it makes it a bit funnier that vansell gives narvin the time ring here)

‘Be back in a nanosecond’ → again, don’t actually know where it comes from (if it comes from anywhere at all and isn’t just popular headcanon) but isn’t there something about time lords sticking to the passage of time on gallifrey even if they don’t other places, so like if gallifrey experiences a week of time they also do, unsurprising that the cia would be breaking this rule if it exists (also just like stick to the fucking bit and call things spans)

‘Gallifrey disappearing, indeed the entire rassilonian time era being lost’ → interesting the implication that if the rassilonian time era didn’t happen that gallifrey would just be gone (at least that’s what i’m taking this as, it could very well be that that era didn’t happen because gallifrey disappeared) (also when is the rassilonian era (the past???) i should maybe figure out the gallifreyan timeline, or like at least some of it)

‘It is narvin’s destiny’ → guy just wants to do his job, keeps getting sucked into prophecies and shit, this is so funny to me

‘Vansell was strange at the best of times’ → not really lore relevant at all, but i do love that they take pretty much any opportunity to insult vansell, designated guy that no one likes

‘He produced a time ring and slid it on my wrist’ → time rings bracelet sized then (or can they come in different sizes)

‘Very rudimentary time travel’ → like sure there are levels to all types of technology, but i’d love to learn about the differences between advanced vs rudimentary time travel, would i understand any of it, no i’m not a physics guy, but i still think it’d be interesting

And there it is, the whole ‘no one else can have this power but us’ thing, like oh these other people are using time traveling abilities to change history, they’re erasing people from existence, possibly even planets, can’t have them doing that, only we’re allowed to do that

‘Any measures’

Yeah if we can’t stop them from using time travel to erase people from existence we’re going to show up and use time travel to erase them from existence → it’s moments like these where i wonder if they even hear what they’re saying, or if they’ve just accepted that this is perfectly okay for them to do because they figured it out before everyone else and know how to use time travel responsibly (probably a mix of both honestly)

‘Time tots, no children, just children’ → okay yes, narvin not knowing what children are for a second is funny, but this does have some interesting implications, it could go one of two ways a) time tots are exclusive to time lords, so other species kids aren’t called that, which is likely for the obvious reasons of why would anyone else call their kids time tots, but then if this is true, it also feels like narvin would probably be less quick to correct himself (though maybe not because he’s cia and it’s his job to know about things, os it’s very plausible he would know this), or b) time tots and children are distinct things on gallifrey, time tots is used to talk about only those who are going to become time lords, and likely this comes with different treatment, time tots are meant to learn things for when they go to the academy, children however, well given how obsessed time lord society is with status, i doubt much care would be given to those who are predetermined to not become time lords

Time lords can identify species by telepathy (well, i’m assuming given the condition that they actually know the species in the first place)

Narvin also seems to be able to tell that the doctor is the doctor → time lords identify each other telepathically rather than by appearance (would make sense given regeneration) and given the doctor’s status as a renegade and ex president, it would make sense that a cia agent would know his psychic signature (yep, next line supports this, the doctor’s famous now, though i guess that happens when you air out your divorce across the citadel and then get the planet invaded after becoming president and then leave an alien there)

‘Arresting him, and taking him home, was very high on all cia priority lists’ → idk, the fact that i know narvin just isn’t going to even make much of an attempt at arresting the doctor is really funny to me, guy who simultaneously is good at his job and also sucks at it

Narvin just tries to tell him he’s under arrest ‘in the name of the high council’ → kind of interesting, just the assumption that most time lords would just obey something like this (at least that’s what it seems) and the bafflement when that doesn’t work (something something, your average time lord is very bad at thinking for themselves)

This is narvin’s first off gallifrey mission, yet he seemingly has passed the rank of junior time lord (wonder how one does that)

Time ring translates much like a tardis would (something something time lord technology very heavily built on the fact that they are a psychic species

Narvin briefly confused by the fact that the doctor is wearing colors that don’t align with his chapter → the institutions of time lord society are so baked in that he just doesn’t consider anything else could be true for a moment (this does make me curious about casual everyday clothes though, are they all in chapter colors? Also like what is narvin wearing, i truly just imagine this man in his cia robes 24/7)

Narvin’s never been off world before → i mean he did say this was his first off world mission so that makes sense, but idk it was technically a possibility

Also he just doesn’t know if colors exist on other planets → they aren’t told things about other worlds, they say that they sit and observe, but they don’t even do that do they, most time lords don’t learn much about worlds outside of gallifrey, why would they, that could make them want to leave

‘Who knew what similarities to time lord culture there were across the stars’ → similar to my above point, if they learn about other cultures and see that there are similarities it makes it harder for them to keep their status as gods over time, because they start to see that those people that they looked down on are actually people and not just lower beings

Has to cite legal clauses and all that, even if they mean nothing to the people he’s saying them to → something something it’s all about ceremony and tradition among the time lords

‘How much damage he had done to the reputation of the time lords and gallifrey’ → i’ve said this many times before, and i’ll say it again, but everything with the time lords is about perception, the actual reality of a situation does not matter as long as they can make the people they want perceive it how they want them to perceive it, and that’s the real reason that renegades are dangerous, not because they’re out there interfering with timelines and other species, the time lords already do enough of that (despite what they say), they’re dangerous because they are interfering in a way that isn’t approved of by the time lords, that doesn’t fit within the neat image that they have built for themselves

‘The only people responsible enough to utilize time travel’

‘Only time lords can sense them’ → something something being exposed to that much time energy changes the dna of a species and the time lords have spent so much more time around time than the other temporal powers that they are more adapted to it than pretty much any other species

‘Sub coordinator narvin’ → i forget what i was going to say here, something something rank, something something narvin’s timeline (?) (actually how does the doctor know narvin’s rank, i don’t think i remember him saying it, is there some sort of difference in the uniform, or does the doctor just know who narvin is (something in narvin’s psychic signature?))

Time rings can remotely access the matrix

Time lords can spot time breaches/scabs in time → though it does seem to need training to actually be able to do as narvin refers to have been trained to do it for the cia

Time lords can psychically translate things without technological assistance, but do seem to need to concentrate

‘Legendary time lord’ → they’re seen as kind of mythical creatures

‘As a member of the cia i’m not particularly trained in negotiation’ → you know narvin, i would love to know what you are trained in (actually it seems to be a lot of seeing through illusions and using psychic abilities to see and know things others might not, as well as intelligence gathering, timeline reading, and how to interfere in the timelines, but it is a lot more fun to make fun of them for being bad at everything for an organization that is supposedly very powerful)

‘What i am reasonably well trained in is being straightforward, blunt, and using the fastest solution’

‘President of the high council of the time lords’ → look i’m not going to write it down everytime they say the president’s full title (probably) but i would like to know just what being the president of gallifrey entails when it comes to who you rule over

‘Just pride at a job well done’ → time lords trained both to suppress emotion/empathy and see other species as lesser, so that they care less when they are responsible for their destruction

‘Over these past few years’ → how long of a period of time does the gallifrey series take place over, because that’s a hell of a lot of stuff to happen in just a few years

‘A better time lord, a better gallifreyan’ → little gallifreyans and time lords being different moment

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