#divider by idk who

[melanciu]

﹐ 　　 ♡　 　kiss of life ˖

[ashenberry]

And for you, only you I would give anything 愛するあなたが迷わぬように、足跡を残して。

Big Thank yoou to @counterfeitubiquity for helping me ID all of these there was. alot

[liauditore]

cw// implied character death, double life nonsense

because you are love itself.

[plutos-little-space]

Little!Sunday agere moodboard :D!! (for my birthday and bc i said so!! >:D)

🪽he’s been through a lot little guy just needs to relax

⚜️ doesn’t ever really mention his regression and deals with it himself mostly but on the astral express (hopefully!!) he’s been a little more open about it and the trailblazer helps sometimes

🪽comfy clothes and sweet treats for the boy!!

DNI BANNERミ★( @tinyowlet )

[arundolyn]

despite the fact that the lyrics probably look Cringe on paper, there's more genuine Emotion and effort in gg songs like divide my heart and crawl than like half of the stuff people irony poisoned on twitter afraid of looking cringe listen to if we're being fully honest. like idk if you're so allergic to saying something beautiful and true that you're resorting to "haha the singer pronounces things funny lmao engrish" you kinda really suck for that ngl

[clownakai]

Shuuichi is revising the latest material from his Physics class when his cellphone starts ringing.

He doesn't react immediately, mostly because for a handful of seconds he's absolutely sure that he's just hallucinating the noise. It takes him a bit longer yet to connect the dots: yes, his phone is actually ringing and yes, he really should answer it before it goes to voicemail.

"Hello?" He says in English as soon as he flips the phone open. Shuuichi can count on two hands the people who have his number, and on a single one those who use it at least semi-regularly. Statistically speaking—

"Nii-san?" Nevermind.

"Shuukichi." Glancing at the clock above his desk, Shuuichi quickly does a bit of mental math and proceeds to frown at the wall. "Why aren't you in bed?" He asks, this time in Japanese.

"I am!" His brother replies vehemently, loud enough that Shuuichi yanks the phone away from his ear on instinct. "Sorry," comes immediately afterwards, much more subdued, "I didn't mean to yell.

"I am in bed." Shuukichi repeats. "But... I can't sleep." A tiny little noise— almost inaudible, really— reaches Shuuichi's ears. Sniffling, he realizes after a beat. His brother is trying to hold it back and only partly succeeding.

Shuuichi presses the receiver against his ear again and stands up, coursework forgotten as he begins to pace around the room. "Have you been crying? Why?"

"'M not crying." His brother denies, another sniffle crackling through the receiver. Shuuichi very nearly calls him out on the blatant lie, but reconsiders at the last moment.

"Alright," he concedes. A change in his line of questioning is probably the best call right now. "Why can't you sleep, then? Is it storming over there?"

Shuukichi has never liked storms, truth be told. He's gotten leagues better about them compared to when he was in primary school, but Shuuichi has lived through his fair share of impromptu sleepovers whenever the bone-rattling noise and flashing lights got to be too much for his brother to bear.

Mum used to let them hang out on the couch on those nights, bundled up in blankets regardless of the season, usually with something playing on TV as little more than background noise; it's not like Shuukichi would manage to stay awake for long anyway. As long as he got some company, the storm seemed to become rather innocuous in his little brother's eyes.

"It did for a while." Shuukichi's voice snaps him out of his daze. "Thunder and all. It's just rain now. But I still..."

Shuuichi waits for a continuation that he knows won't come. Glancing outside, he admires the rivulets of water streaming down the window, and then the sky up above, cold and gray. On the other end of the receiver, his brother sniffles again.

It rains because you're sad, Shuuichi thinks irrationally, the way a child would swear up and down that the moon chases their parent's moving car.

"It's raining over here, too." Is what he actually says.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Unlucky..." Shuukichi sounds genuinely put out by the notion, for reasons Shuuichi can't even imagine. "What are you studying?"

Shuuichi rolls his eyes. "What makes you think I'm studying?"

"You're always studying, nii-san." Touché. But who would ever want to admit their little brother is right?

"Piss off," he lets slip, momentarily switching back to English. Then he sighs, knowing that resistance is futile. "Physics."

Shuukichi giggles triumphantly in his ear. "I knew it." A brief pause. Then, "Which topic? Is it interesting?"

It's at this point that Shuuichi finally catches on to what his brother isn't saying. The knowledge sits heavy in his gut, something dangerously close to guilt rearing its head in the back of his mind.

He doesn't... God, it sounds horrible to even acknowledge, but Shuuichi has yet to find himself forlornly thinking about his family the way he sometimes catches his fellow foreign students doing. He's not even sure he can say for certain that he doesn't miss them, is the thing, because in moments like this his chest feels like it's going to break open and swallow everything in its vicinity— Shuuichi's personal little black hole, futilely trying to fill a void he wasn't even aware had been left behind when he first boarded that States-bound plane.

But he still— he doesn't think about his family as much as he probably should. Case in point: he has a sister now. Masumi is only a few months old, but she's there, on the other side of the world. Shuukichi would know how she's faring, and yet Shuuichi didn't even think of asking after her until now. He just... forgot.

What kind of person does that make him?

"Nii-san?" Shit.

"Sorry," he replies, scrambling for an explanation that isn't 'I just realized I might not even miss you all most of the time', "I was looking for a topic you'd be able to understand. Wouldn't want to overload your brain."

Shuukichi makes an indignant noise. "Hey! I'll have you know—"

"Do you have your blanket?" Shuuichi continues as if his brother hadn't said anything. "The mouse one."

Shuukichi huffs upon being cut off, but answers affirmatively. "I laid it out on top of the sheets. Helps cover the glow of my phone screen, just in case." Clever kid. Shuuichi is sure that's not the only reason the old blanket isn't stuffed in the back of his brother's closet, but he magnanimously lets the topic slide.

"Good. How does electromagnetism sound?"

Shuuichi talks for almost half an hour. Unused to it as he is, his voice gets rougher and weaker the longer he goes on, but he presses on until Shuukichi stops asking questions altogether and doesn't reply when prompted.

The receiver picks up the feeble— though regular— sound of the boy's breathing, and if Shuuichi falls completely silent to listen to it for a few minutes before hanging up, well... Nobody needs to know that.

(Outside, the rain stops falling.)

[leelarots]

DECA STUFF

this is a master post about my au/fic canon for the deca. i will link this in my deca posts in future, so i don't feel like I have to explain stuff every time. thank you so much to this sub-fandom for making me feel so welcome!

current lineup:

6/10 drawn, design ages frozen at 18-25

to do: vansell, drax, mortimus, jelpax

basic info from left to right:

Magnus | 6'4 | Oakdown | hazel eyes, black hair

Ushas | 6'0 | [?] | 'black' eyes, dark brown hair [portrait]

Koschei | 5'7 | Oakdown | blue-grey eyes, black hair [portrait]

Theta | 5'8 | Lungbarrow | brown eyes, light brown hair [portrait]

Millennia | 5'3 | Brightshore | hazel eyes, blue hair

Rallon | 5'10 | Stillhaven | brown eyes, black hair

[other info on the fic(s) below cut]

current word count: 2.3k

the fic:

will be separated into different 'books', each focusing on a select few characters and one main plot each.

will have theta as a regular gallifreyan instead of half human or another species. however, it's worth noting that for the narrative, I am going to make all 'freyans have some human genes due to past inbreeding

(with luck!) will be partially illustrated

won't be an attempt at following the incredibly messy canon. godspeed to those who try.

won't be centred around thoschei. as much as I wish it was, writing worldbuilding for gallifrey and fleshing out other members of the deca is also enjoyable to write about

other notes on my worldbuilding:

at this point in time, time lord households do not refer to parents or siblings. the hierarchy goes from bottom to top cousins -> aunts/uncles -> granny/grampas -> kitriarch

theta may not be half human/the timeless child, but I aim to still make him 'adopted'. he knows who his father is, but his mother is not of rank, and left him as a baby outside of the lungbarrow household. the connection between him and braxtiel is that they were both left with a note in the same handwriting, addressed to their father.

koschei's 'hypnotic' nature and high telepathic ability is a rare genetic condition. most gallifreyans have a weak latent touch telepathy, trained up in the academy. hypnosis is a different story, but koschei can carry off a potent version of hypnotism without training. he is only in the academy because of his condition.

related to the above's last sentence, becoming a time lord is somewhat class locked due to the initial exam for joining the academy requiring training only supplied by expensive tutoring. if you are not born into a time lord family, it is very difficult to get in.

a main theme of the fics will be around the stagnation that occurs when people in power do not change. as the occupants of the high council live for so long, they have the ability to enforce only their beliefs/beliefs of a small bubble, refusing to move with the times or address changing circumstance.

looming has only just come into existence during the fic canon. none (or at least most) of the deca are not loomed.

'shobogans' are the occupants of the capitol's surrounding slums. this may change.

religion is banned/illegal, but I aim to portray that as being hypocritical—time lords started out as a religious sect. the cloisters are indeed remnants of the original religious building, buried underneath the capitol.

a large portion of gallifrey is not optimal for human-like life. the largest part of the planet's gallifreyan population is centred in the glass globe cities, such as arcadia or the capitol.

humans regularly trade with gallifrey, although the trade lines go: widespread human trade lines -> undocked spaceships around gallifrey -> permanent human settler-traders on the planet. it is not permitted for anyone to go to and from gallifrey freely without a specific, hard to obtain permit. time lords can obtain a permit more easily.

related to above, this is my reason as to why gallifrey has cats and other human items. some human plants and animals are considered invasive.

human-gallifreyan marriage is somewhat taboo. theta is commonly rumoured to be half human without basis because of his being 'different'. once again, the fact most gallifreyans are part human is to show that they are hypocritical.

I could go on, but I won't lol this is long

I am aware of how ambitious this project is. for that reason, I can never promise that the whole fic series will be completed. drawing and sharing my headcanons is enjoyable for me, though, as the deca is my current favourite thing. it's been years of me tinkering about with them in silence, I'm rather hoping I can find others who like my ideas.

my ao3 is soupsmog

want to know something specific? want to talk? pop me an ask, comment on my deca related posts, or join this academy era server, where I'm pretty active. dms are not really open because they make me anxious, sorry!

[kittykats505]

18+!! mdni, please, i beg of you.

cw; swearing, making reader taste herself, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), most likely ooc snow…

this is my first sort of fanfic thing so be kind.

coriolanus can be sweet, he can be all loving and the doting, gentle husband any wife would want! just being so nice, treating you well and buying you all of the prettiest dresses and jewels, because that’s what his first lady deserves, isn’t it? he loves to dress you up like a little doll, handpicking your clothes and jewellery for the day, helping you do your hair and makeup.

he was newly elected, of course all he wants to do is just make you look oh so pretty! what else would he do with all of this newfound money? help the districts? of course not!

and you wouldn’t complain when he’d come home from work with the prettiest of handbags for you, because you know he would never return it, almost forcing you to keep it.

and when he’s on his press tour, he’d bring you with him on stage, holding your hand in his strong grasp and telling you that you did such a good job when you’re back in the train! how pretty you looked when you were standing on the podium next to him, the prettiest smile on your face and the sweetest look in your eyes as you admired your husband,

he’d always compliment you, always telling you how gorgeous and beautiful you were, always planting soft kisses on your hands, knuckles, forehead, nose, lips, anywhere he could kiss, he would. you were just such an obedient and perfect wife, why wouldn’t he kiss you all over?

and he’d always reward you for being good, kissing all over you and letting his hands roam your back when you got home, ignoring the slight possibility that a maid or avox would be there, watching you both. he wouldn’t care when he was burying his face under your skirt like a starved man, lapping at your sopping cunt like a kitten, letting you wrap your fingers around his pretty curls as his tongue teased your clit, letting two of his lengthy fingers slip inside of you, finding that special spot that makes your walls clench against his fingers! it always has him babbling some nonsense into your clit,

and when you cum, he always works you through it, moving his fingers slower until you sigh and loosen your grip on his hair, and to that he always lifts his fingers to your mouth, letting you taste yourself. his pretty lips all red and plump, glistening with your arousal. he always strokes your hair after, just standing there with you in his arms till your breathing calms down, his forehead against yours as he mutters some nonsense like, “so- so fuckin’ good f’ me, aren’t you?”

and he’s so sweet! always cleaning you up after, making sure you’re alright,

because he’s just the perfect husband!

[storges-oranges]

Feeling insane about the hound origin again

Warnings: LI death mentioned, "Hound" title is treated rather literally as in; very doglike devotion, mentions of blood and injury. Please tell me if i should add anything else.

Title: by Leah Horlick

Image description: A black and white line drawing of a dog on a pink background. The dog is facing to the left. The quote "YOU'LL NEVER RECOVER FROM THAT KIND OF DEVOTION" by Leah Horlick is written across the dog's body.

There is something to be said about Vere and the hound. Something about being collared or abandoned on a road after playing fetch. Something about looking at everyone distrustfully, despite knowing that absolute loyalty is the only thing you were made to feel. Something about remembering where that loyalty got you. Something about wanting help, needing help, but the only thing you can do now is bite.

The hand that seeks to harm, the hand that seeks to help, the hand that seeks to comfort, they all feel the same against your teeth don't they?

How does a fight dog love another fight dog anyway?

Ais loves you the way a nature reserve worker loves the beasts under his care. You bite him and look up, his hand still in your jaw, expecting anger. Expecting him to strike you for daring to betray him like this.

He smiles and pats you on the head. When you release his hand, he offers you tea. He keeps you around. He is so patient with you. Others would've left you. You can feel yourself getting attached. Again. You hate yourself for it but you stay.

Because you never leave first. That's not allowed for you.

You spend your days visiting him and joking around, wrestling his attention away from the soulless or Vere. When Vere pisses you off, you make a show of holding Ais's injured hand, with your teeth marks still visible on his skin. Ais chucles at your possessiveness.

The first kiss you shared started off as a bite, too.

Before he dies, you drop to your knees and hold his hand. He's looking up at you with an unbearable gentleness, and his body is getting colder.

Without thinking, you bite. 'How stupid' you think. 'He is bleeding to death already' But he understands you better than you do yourself, so he pats you on the head, and tells you it's going to be okay.

You clamp down on his hand harder, because the only things that stay are the ones caught between your teeth. Because that's the only thing you know how to do.

You never told him you loved him. You never showed him in the tender way you dreamed of. You wail into his open wound.

But it's ok. Ais understands. You know it by the way he tenderly holds the back of your head, by the way he smiles at you. By the ways he tells you to be good and take care of yourself after he's gone.

Kuras got used to seeing you sitting front of the back-door to his clinic. You're there in the acidic rain of Eridia, you're there in the suffocating sandstorms, you're there in freezing winter storms too.

You're there when he comes back from another harrowing experience that chipped away at his faith in humanity. He sees you right as his guilt and hopelessness threaten to swallow him whole.

You rise to your feet upon seeing him. You ask to open the door to escape the apocalyptic weather.

He is taken aback by... your continued presence? Your optimism? He doesn't know. But you are there, like you always are. You both get in, like you always do.

He offers you food, real food instead of the atrocities you got from...where did you get that exactly? Why can't you buy normal food? "The wet wick doesn't have anything edible" And that is better? You shrug. Doesn't Leander pay you for your services? "Its late this week".

You follow him around. As always. Until you both sit by the fire, plate in hand. Kuras watches the flames dance absent-mindedly until he feels you shift closer to him.

"Long day, huh?" You say, mouth full.

Your eyes are so pretty, illuminated by the fire as they are. He knows you went through alot , but they are still so pure, so full adoration. You look at him with so much adoration. He is an old being, he knows what adoration looks like in humans. He is unsure if he deserves it.

The day left him feeling like it was all for naught again. That really, he should just step back into the shroud and let history take its course. But he looks at you, at your worried face. He thinks of you sitting on the porch of his backdoor, waiting. Waiting in the rain , waiting in the sandstorm, waiting in the cold. For him to come back. To let you in. To come in with you.

He knows you would stay there for an unreasonable amount of time. Alone. Faithful.

He cannot bear the thought.

His hand finds your cheek before he knows what he is doing. Before he can take it back, you nuzzle against it, grinning.

Its like a weight is lifted off of his shoulders. If its for you, he can make it another day. If you're waiting, he will always come back.

[thelocal-shifter-kai]

Sebastian crack fic

Heya! Really hope you enjoy this fic. I'd say it's pretty funny, have fun reading!

You've started to forget when the first time you explored the blacksite was, or when you even started working for UrbanShade.. or why you started working for them.. When was the last time you died? You seemed to lose track, the memories just keep blurring together.

But there are some pros, on most of your runs and all of your returns you would see and talk to sebastian!

You and him were somewhat friends? At least that's what you thought. With the amount of times you died he would chat with you a bit, you and him could hold up a good conversation for awhile. He'd laugh at you. You'd laugh at him, you guys would banter and just have fun.

Though during one of your runs you found.. something very interesting and odd, no matter what happened, what routes you took, how fast or slow…. You had never seen something like this from the outside world. A fucking air fryer, where on earth did this come from? How did it get here? So many questions were going through your head. Your main question was how did this get here, God probably doesn't know where.

And neither do you.

Next to it you found some gold. A mini-fridge next to the air fryer. You might've found food in the blacksite! You eagerly open the mini-fridge as you seem to find diamonds. Food. You actually found a normal frozen package of food in the blacksite! You pick it up and look at what glorious type of food it might be… and its fish sticks.

The irony is almost painful. Emphasis on almost. The fact you're friends with Sebastian doesn't matter right now when you cook them in the air fryer. This is food, he out of all people would take this chance just as you are.

It felt like forever for them to cook but when it was done and you opened the air fryer it smelled like heaven, even if you didn't like fish before. You burn yourself getting some normal food out of the airfryer and trying to eat them, this was heaven, you were at the pearly gates of heaven eating these.

At least it was heaven compared to this hellish place you've been in for god knows how long. You've died so many times, but.. with this. You feel like you're not stuck here, like you're still in the outside world. Like before you were trapped in this hell.

You do eat most of the fish sticks but this heaven pack had a lot of them, you did cook them all. While putting the rest of them back in the bag you get a terrible great idea! Why not trade these to sebastian for an item? You didn't actually plan on doing that but you thought it would be a funny idea!

Going through the rooms you see that familiar vent break open as sebastian calls you in.

He greets you as normal, seemingly not noticing the heavenly smell of the food. He turns on his light for the shop, smiling at you. “Hello.. good to see you’re back, in need any items?” His tone is neutral but you can tell he's genuinely happy to see you. Sadly, what you're planning on doing to him might ruin that happiness.

You have a lot of research but you're gonna see what happens if you try to bribe him with food. You may not have his file but you know he's been here for a long time, who knows when he's last eaten?

“Why.. why would I want fish sticks instead of research???” His confusion just keeps growing, with a hint of sarcasm slowly building up.

You start to ask as confusion etches itself on Sebastian's face. “Could I buy something with fish sticks?” the confusion just sets in more as the silence is loud, after what feels like hours he just stares at you with utter confusion in his voice. “I'm sorry, what did you just say?” Poor sebastian is just completely confused. He doesn't know what to say. You hand him the bag, he opens it, looks inside for a minute, he just stares at you again, possibly even more confused. Somehow.

Unfortunately he steals the rest of your fish sticks and asks you “How on earth did you find and cook fish sticks!? How did you find normal food in the blacksite??” You start to explain and his confusion just seems to grow, in fact.. You've never seen... So much confusion on anything, ever.

“So.. let me get this straight. You some random expendable somehow found an air fryer and a mini-fridge, just to open the mini-fridge and find fish sticks. You somehow cooked them, you came here and tried to bribe me with fish sticks?? And you thought that would work??” He stares at you desperately waiting for an answer

“kinda??” as you say that he face-palms “Why would you do that when we've already established that RESEARCH is what you buy my items with.” his voice tells you that he thinks you're an absolute idiot.

“Not really, I thought it would be funny, to be honest it kinda was” you just caused him to have another face-palm. This annoyed you, because he refuses to give you back your fish sticks.

Sebastian picks you up like a mother cat would their kitten, but with his hand and it's the back of your uniform. “You'll what. I am a giant mutant fish with a shotgun. What are you going to do to me? There is quite literally nothing you can do.”

You manage to get yourself out of his grasp and while he realizes that you aren't in his hand anymore you have to be fast, so you quickly get up to grab a flash beacon from his tail and shoot him to make sebastian let go of his food.. you then shoot him with the flash beacon “GUAGH” he pulls out his shotgun and shoots you.

You don't get a file document from sebastian, although it wouldn't take a genius to know who killed you. All sebastian tells you is.. “I warned you..”

Next thing you remember is waking up back in your bed, of the UrbanShade prison. You get up knowing you'll have to get ready for your next run. Memories coming back about how you were killed by sebastian over fish sticks.

You really can't tell if it was a stupid dream or sebastian really killed you over fish sticks.

At least you'll be able to go back to the blacksite and get your answers. Let's hope sebastian will talk to you and answer your question.

[melanciu]

﹐ 　　 ♡　 　lucky girl syndrome ˖

[best-enemies]

The Deca itself amazes me, but its fandom is on a whole other level. We have one canon source material (and a few other mentions scattered throughout the Whoniverse), but the fans have managed to tinker with it so much that fanon is actually more popular than canon and more wildly accepted. And I love y'all for it

[marietheran]

Apparently it's the anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall and... for some reason, I'm being bitter.

Like — yeah, don't get me wrong, it's a great symbol. I can get why it, and not a free election somewhere or whatever is on all the photos and recounts. It must have been euphoric to be part of, too.

But I can't help feeling like the world is taking something that was predominantly an Eastern-European experience and focusing on the one country that could be said to be part of the West, to the exclusion of all the others.

[h-jini]

              ✿    𓇼    ⁺    hit the klaxon

[fungus-no69]

“The term of 'almost deer' is really fitting, not but quite accurate. It was like a deer that someone who had never seen a deer drew, but only after someone else described it to them.” - u/Ampersand_Dotsys

Doodles

[houndfaker]

more sees kikuno. remember when i said 'if her and yukari met any earlier than they did in the cd theyd have crazy beef'