#clara ic

[animatronicsouls]

( @tricksteroffate //Later )

“It’s just me,” she reassured. Not paying much mind to his ‘not Will’ comment. She expected him to be extremely wary, and he was still a child. 

After a moment, she slowly opened the door and glanced inside. Once she found him, she entered, closing the door behind her, and went to sit near him. In silence, for a few moments, so he could adjust somewhat at his own pace. It allowed her to think about how she wanted to approach this, too.

“Do you want a hug, dear?” Regardless of anything else, she wanted to ask that first. An offer for comforting contact, if he wanted. If he said ‘no’, she’d respect that, too. 

[soursoppi]

Who gets dibs on the chicken wing?

[agentmilayawithshield]

The category is: A boy who has all of the makings of a great king, forced upon a war to save his scattered family, that dies before seeing them together again:

(they also have great hair, face cards that never decline, and daddy issues)

[witchofthemidlands]

daemon's tripping balls & rhaenyra's kissing women in his absence. absolutely unhinged behaviour. 10/10 episode. one simply does not care about the plot. rhaenyra's a confirmed girl kisser, that's all that matters here.

[scratlies]

MY FAV GIRL :333

[eyeseyesclowneyes]

DAY SIX: Oppressed

наша самая нелюбимая работа из за фона походу чуаки

[ohmerricat]

…

sarah dollard i would like a word

[onion-existence]

“The left hand doesn't know what the right's up to. And the right doesn't know the left's secrets.”

[galahadwilder]

“I just wanna know how old I have to be before I can make a speech like that.”

Bill Potts had said that, a very, very long time ago. She’s lost count of the years. Lost count of the decades, really. Spending all this time out here with Heather, it’s been a while since she’s felt fully human, but there’s still a lot of that in her. The cheeky cafeteria girl who wanted to know her mum, the student who smiled when she didn’t understand something. She’s a Pilot now, yes, but she’s still human, in a way that she wasn’t when she had plastic skin and a metal heart.

She’s smiling now.

“You think you can buy me off, mate?” she says, just a hint of mockery in her voice.

“Every man—or woman—has their price,” the perfectly coiffed alien man in front of her says, straightening his visibly expensive clothing. “Tell me what you want, and I can arrange it.”

Bill laughs. “Aw, mate,” she says. “You really shouldn’t have said that.” She claps a hand on his shoulder and lets a bit of herself leak out onto his shirt, rearranging the molecules a little so that there’s a patch now made out of threadbare and poorly-knitted yarn. He’ll hate that. “Cause you know what? Those people you’re hurting? They’re worth more than anything you could give me.”

“Come now,” the man says, nervous—he’s noticed the patch on his shirt. “There must be something you want.”

Bill’s eyes flash darkly, the way his did whenever he was about to do something dangerous or stupid. “Yeah, there is,” she says. “I want you to care. I want these people safe. I want a universe where every single person is treated like they matter, because they do. A universe where no one is expendable.” She grins again, and there’s something predatory in it this time. “Think you can manage that for me? I mean, you’re the richest bloke in the sector, aren’t ya?”

The man stammers, afraid. And Bill knows she’s got him.

Sometimes, sometimes, when there is danger or terror or injustice in the universe, the Doctor comes to call. But it’s a big universe, and there’s a lot of bad in it. The Doctor can’t be everywhere. But there are a lot of immortals whose lives he’s touched.

So sometimes, they get the Captain. Sometimes they get the Raven.

Sometimes? Sometimes they get the Pilot.

She wonders what Professor Penguin-With-His-Ass-On-Fire would think of her speech.

[mamuka20]

День 2. “Актер” Какую роль на этот раз, ты готов сыграть?

Day 2. "Actor" What role are you ready to play this time?

[autisticbachelor]

the story is a loop and you can never escape it

the town, the plague, it's all just some children's game and it never ends, not as long as they still want to play with their toys

[animatronicsouls]

( @tricksteroffate //continue )

While Poltergeist spoke, she stopped to listen. Clara understood where that logic came from. That was why she needed to say something. William wouldn’t - or couldn’t - clear it up himself, so she would. 

“He’s not mad.” She said with full confidence, going back to what she was doing. If he was mad, Clara knew that anger was at himself than it was for anyone else. That he couldn’t control himself. “If anything, he’s scared. Scared that he’ll hurt you. That he’ll relapse.” She took several moments to inspect her handiwork, giving a soft hum in thought. 

[sylphoxide]

Patho illustration progress~ the more I get closer to finishing this the more I want to finish the game but I’m just… a teensy wifddle bit in an oopsie…

[amphorographia]

I just realised, in the original Pathologic, Daniil is the only protagonist whose ending doesn’t require the others. Aretemy is killed by Oyun’s final trial without Clara’s help and the sacrificing of Clara’s bound serves to provide Artemy with the blood he needs to make the panacea. However, while Daniil crosses paths with the others in ways that forward his plotline, his story begins and ends with isolation. He enters the town alone and he leaves the same way.

He is the eternal outsider - to the town and its people, to the Powers That Be who call him the “bad guy” played by the “scary clown doll,” and to life itself as his obsession with stopping death intrudes upon his capacity for living. Daniil is so tragically and inescapably alone. And yet, as we see in the Haruspex’s story, when he has someone else to share the burden with and to help him understand this strange, alien world, he flourishes and shows himself to be so much more than the jaded, resentful, defeated man he becomes by the end of his plotline.

It makes me think that the real solution to the plague is something that exists in a space where all three protagonists act together. The brain, the body, and the soul united not only in their goal, but in their actions. 

I just have a lot of feelings about Dankovsky, ok? He’s just so... human.

[mister-crow]

let's go. the clock is ticking.

decided to post all three of these together now they're finally done - the individual pieces can be found here, here and here!

[sing-backwards-and-weep]