#dw tempest

[rosescarletful]

We're the Same, You and I

@nightriverart slides this into your inbox. Please excuse the delay, I got such bad writers block in May. I hope me going insane on this makes up for it <3.

Prompt: Ohh I have one! 🤩 Could you perhaps do a DCA x Reader one where the DCA is a Yandere? Preferably romantic but that and whether it’s Sun, Moon or both is up to you.

As always, my requests are still open!

wc: 2,896

cw: yandere, death, obsessive love

Disclaimer: I do not condone or romanticize a yandere relationship. This is just fun to think about.

Enjoy!

"So, how'd you do it?" You look up from your tea to your coworker, scarfing down his lunch. Crumbs drip out of his mouth while he speaks, but he's done this often enough you decide to ignore it. "Get the attendant down to PNS. We used to have to sneak up on them and shut them down." You raise a brow.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" You've had this conversation so many times, but still have a hard time believing it. "I literally just ask them. I go 'hey, Sun, it's been almost a month since you went down' and he follows me. What, were you guys dragging him?" They don't drag the glamrocks, but a lot of the human staff here treat the attendant strangely. Like he isn't as sophisticated as the rest of the animatronics.

"No, Faz would have our heads. Neither of them would go!" He throws his hands up, before stuffing his face with more food. Ew. "Anyways, chief told me to tell you that you're their designated mechanic now. We don't want to deal with it." You can't say you're surprised. It's not like anyone worked on them other than you, anyway.

"Sounds good." You stab your fork into your lunch, wondering how Sun and Moon would react. They do seem to like you, but would they be annoyed that it's just you? You're not the best mechanic in the world, if you're being honest with yourself. They probably just follow you because you're nicer.

"Come on, move your face a little. Do you like them? Mad about it?" Yes yes, you're a bit stone faced. Emoting is not your strong suit.

"It's fine. I don't mind working on them." He scoffs, but his watch rings, so you are left in silence.

How do you feel about it? You do like them, Moon with his silly playfulness and Sun's exuberance. At the very least, they do talk to you a lot. But they probably talk to everyone like that.

*~*

"So!" When all the kids have been picked up, you work on Sun, methodically fixing joints and cleaning toddler germs off of him while he sits. He moves where you push him, flattening his rays while you scrub his face plate. "I heard you're our main mechanic?"

You purse your lips. He's probably annoyed.

"Yes, I'll try my best. Let me know if I do anything you don't like, or different than the other mechanics." He inhales in his voice box, hovering his hands to mime gasping in shock.

"Nonsense! You're the only one that does it right anyways." You find that hard to believe, but maybe this is another joke you're missing. You're not that good at them. You scrub hard at a particularly sticky spot on his cheek, mulling it over.

"Right, after I cross your wires wrong." Maybe 'right' in this situation refers to how many times you needed to be corrected?

He catches your hand. You look down in confusion, watching him spread your fingers out and lace your hands together. Sun's long fingers drape over your hand, covering it.

"No, you don't. We'd rather have you." The words are uncharacteristically serious, staring into your eyes. "And that's not a joke, starshine!" The old exuberance is back, rays swinging in a pendulum. "You only cross our wires in the good way!"

You huff. Well, at least he's not mad about it. You pass the rag to your other hand to resume scrubbing, leaving your hand clasped in his. He's humming happily, so whats the harm? They probably hardly ever get real interaction other than children, and he's warm.

"Scooch." You tap Sun's legs with your foot, stepping inside the circle of his legs when he moves them. Crouching in front of him, you get your scraper and start working at the stickers. A few of them are too stubborn, but Sun squeezes tighter when you pull your hand. "Can I have my other hand?"

His face can't move, but the down turn of his optics shows he's pouting. "Ill hold your hand later. Promise." He practically lights up, rays spinning rapidly while you put some elbow grease into the stickers. Geeze, he's so easy to please. If only you understood people like this.

Later, you keep your promise. As the lights shut off to start Moon's patrol, you let him swing your hand side to side. Moon spins his face plate when he takes over, lifting your arm over your head to spin.

"Ugh, go patrol. Ill be in the atrium." You scoff, pushing past him to open the daycare doors open. He isn't going to. He never really does when you're on shift.

*~*

"Hey Moon." You have your hands deep inside a staff bot in the atrium, fixing wires. Staff bots need to be repaired en masse, faulty wires need to be fixed, clean things kids broke, the like. The nighttime animatronic regards you from where he's perched in the rafters of the atrium, watching you like always. It's sort of a routine.

The wrench creaks against the staff bot's bolts while you unscrew them, working the back panel open. Poor guy probably had food thrown onto him again by a rowdy child. The silence is kind of nice, compared to the end shift of the day. Plus, with Moon staring at you, it makes the giant 'Plex not seem so creepy at night. He is a security bot after all.

"Is this pizza?" A serious amount of gunk is stuck inside their chest cavity, caked onto rotors and important wires. You purse your lips a little and reach for your rag, disconnecting less important components to clean them. At least it's not moldy.

To your chagrin, the next staff bot also has gunk stuck to his wires. Bleh.

"Moon?" You call up, hands deep inside the next animatronic. "Can you check the cameras to see if there was a food fight?" Then at least you can brace yourself. And get more cleaning rags.

"There was." A month ago, this would have startled you so bad you probably would have stabbed yourself. He's very good at being completely silent, but you know to listen closely for the slight ticks of machinery. You need to oil them soon.

You turn, not surprised to see him crouched next to you just a little too close. They manage kids, of course they'd have no personal bubble.

"Pizza fight. Then they threw the rest of the food at the cleaning bots." Of course. Not a parent in sight either, you're sure.

"Thanks." You back out of the staff bot and stretch, rolling your shoulders back. You're going to need real cleaning supplies and more air canisters if you have any chance of getting these guys clean tonight.

Moon watches you silently - sometimes you wonder why. Doesn't he have patrol? He just keeps saying this is patrol, and you are the only mechanic on shift tonight, so. If a security bot catches something, he'll probably leave then.

"I need some more tools." You tap his face plate, resulting in little smudge on your finger. "And you need a clean. Do you want to patrol and then I'll clean you after?" He spins his face plate around, standing up from a crouch to tower over you. Your head tilts up, nonplussed.

"There could be boogeymen, you know." He wiggles his fingers in front of your face, voice raspy. "Not afraid of the dark?"

"Not particularly. You're the security bot. You'd just deal with it." He seems to freeze, for a second. He doesn't move as much as Sun does, but this is total stillness.

"You trust us." Its said as a statement, not a question. Your brow furrows a little.

"Yes? If I'm to be your mechanic, anyway." Why would you not? You don't really get why they freak out the other staff. They're just a little strange, like you are. In a way, the two of you are peas in a pod. Maybe the way they cannot move their face the same way you can't makes you feel more kindred with them.

"That's good." The response is layered a with static. Argh, did something get stuck in their chest too? You hope the speaker is okay. "That's...great." He twitches all of a sudden, and then is cord is taking him into the rafters.

Okay then. You shrug, and pack up your bag to head off to your the storage room. Accompanying you moments later is a soft ringing of bells. You have a shadow tonight, which makes you a a bit happy.

"What would you do if there was a boogeyman? Stand too close?" Ah, what a bad joke. He's at least kind enough to not make fun of you for your inability to make a joke, but instead, abruptly rappels in front of you. His face plate spins rapidly.

"We'd teach him a lesson. He he." You cross your arms and huff, picturing them trying to scare off the intruder. The best they can do is be a bit creepy.

"Sure, sure." You give him a push to send him spiraling back up into the rafters, a sort of spring in your step. He's so fun to talk to. "Maybe their A B C's?" Though if a robot got up in your face and made you start reciting the alphabet, you would probably be a little unnerved too. Being seven foot doesn't help either. He only hums in response.

The bells follow you down the stairs to the supply room, stopping just outside while you rummage. Some WD-40, more rags, anti-gunk stuff, and some of your heavy duty wrenches for the rusty parts. Good thing the lot of you managed to convince upper management to organize some of this, or you would be stuck here for -

A deafening clang makes you jump out of your skin, coming from somewhere in the back of the room. You press a hand to your rabbiting heart, taking deep breaths from the startle. Was that something expensive? You shoulder your bag to walk to the back, furrowing your brow at the lack of mess. There's nothing on the ground, no boxes on top of each other. Everything looks as it always does.

"Moon?" Maybe he's playing a prank? You wouldn't put it past him. "Hey, Sun's not going to be happy if you're trashing things." Though, it is a little fun to see the lights flicker in their optics while they argue. You've suggested to management to let them have color changing eyes rather than just 'on' for Sun and 'off' for Moon, but that gained no traction.

You walk around, careful not to raise your flashlight too high. Too much light in the optics makes his sensors go haywire, but it does mean you won't be able to see him coming. Its already strange enough that he hasn't jumped you yet.

"I'm going to leave now. Do your prank or hold your peace." You pause, standing still. Huh. Maybe something did actually fall, since nothing is grabbing you. But what could it -

The second clang makes your drop the flashlight. You snatch it up hastily and speed walk to the back, searching behind boxes and peering behind the shelves. Nothing.

This time, you're going to watch it. You step back to stand a safe distance away to glare at the shelves. Maybe a tool turned on inside one of the boxes? Far fetched, but what else could be so loud?

There it is again. You crouch to dig inside a lower box, around where you heard the noise. There's no power tools in here, though.

The clanging turns into thumping, right on the wall where you're squatting. You look up in shock - behind it is the loading bay! Some idiot must have gotten themselves stuck out there for at least a few hours, no wonder they're pounding on the wall. Strange they're not doing it on the door, but maybe they heard you?

"Ill come get you. Hang tight." You knock back on the wall, and scurry quick to the entrance. Poor guy must be totally panicking by now. You hope they haven't been stuck there all day, with nothing to drink or eat. Maybe it was one of the later delivery people.

"Moon!" You call up to the rafters, taking off down the hallway. No bells follow you, but he's probably there. "Someone's been stuck in the loading bay. Can you get a water bottle?" There's no response, but that's par for the course. He's not very chatty if he doesn't want to be.

You skid around corners and down the incredibly long hallway to the door, slamming the key card on your lanyard on the scanner. It opens terribly slowly, leaving you to shift from foot to foot.

Its pitch black. It shouldn't be, considering the lights never turn off in the loading bay. For safety reasons around the heavy machinery, or something.

"Hello? I'm the maintenance person on duty tonight. Are you hurt?" Strangely yet, no one is screaming for help, or making any noise at all. Its completely dead silent. A drop of fear worms its way through your stomach, what if they passed out? Or worse...

You can't think about that. "Is anyone here? Please call out if you are." You make your way over to the walls, slapping the light switch. Why is it off?

It sparks, and of course, does nothing. Great.

You tap your faz watch and bring up the radio, pressing the security button. "Vanessa? There's someone stuck in the loading bay, but they're not responding. The lights have shorted too." You wait.

The watch is silent. "Hello?" You tap at it, giving it a shake. "Security room? Hello?" Nothing. Your faz watch cheerily informs you that there's no signal to be had. Goddammit.

But you at least have to try. What if they're hurt? You take a breath and soldier on, heading to the area that's closest to the supply room. Your flashlight picks up nothing but a cleaning bot, pipes, and a giant pool of.

Of...what?

You stare at it. It's like something out of a horror movie, the red covering all the way up the wall and splattered on the floor. Your flashlight trails up to your shoes, stained in red from stepping in it. Your brain misfires, stuck in place. Where...where is the body?

Large hands cover your eyes. Clicking mechanics press close to your spine, what must be Moon's fan's on very high.

"Don't look." A hand holds your shoulder, pulling you backwards. You shuffle on steady steps. If there is one thing you hate and love about yourself, it's your complete inability to show panic. As such, when he pulls you out into the hallway, you stare up at him blank faced.

Strangely, Sun's rays are popped out, the sides extended as far as they can go. Yet, Moon's hat stays firmly in place, tinkling as is face plate ticks to the left. Who is this?

Two hands cradle your face, searching it. You stare back at him, sick to your stomach. Are they okay? Did they see who did it? The words are stuck in your throat.

"See? You're perfect." He presses his face plate to your forehead. "Just perfect. Humans make such awful noises when they see something they don't like. Oh, we thought for a moment you might scream, but look at you!" Thumbs caress your cheek, pushing you backwards. Your back meets the wall in a gentle thunk.

Your face feels sticky. "Oh! I'm Eclipse. Think of me as a security protocol!" He has the even cadence of Moon, with the silly tone of Sun. An eclipse of the sun..both..of them? He hovers over you, hand resting on your hip.

"Was it you?" You will your voice to tremble, scream, anything. You wish you could at least cry.

"Oh yes. They threatened to hurt people in this building. Do awful nasty things. I said if they keep going, they're going to learn a lesson. So I taught them one!" You look down on his chest plate, smeared with hand prints. The color is hard to tell in the low light, but you can hazard a guess. "And they got their filthy hands on me. Can you forgive me, dear? You can scrub away their touch so I'm yours again."

Stupidly, you nod your head. What would they do if you said no? Hurt you? Leave you in a pile somewhere for the police to find?

"The body. Where is it?" You ask if as if you're asking about their day, a massive frog clogging your throat.

"Don't worry about that! They won't be found. Oh, you're so dreamy." Arms wrap around your torso, hauling you up to sit in the cradle of his right arm. "Practical and smart. Silly that they haven't told you how much they adore you." He presses his face plate to your cheeks, then grabs your face to kiss you proper. This isn't how you wanted it.

"Yes, we'll keep you. Make you so happy! Yes, we're the only one that understands you." He separates and pokes you in your cheek, then on his own. "Your face is still, like ours."

You cling onto him, trembling on the inside.

You're theirs. For better or for worse. <3

Fin

[doctorfriend79]

The Sheriff Of Nottingham

[calamitygirl3]

Rimuru's canines gotta go crazy. They're probably unique-grade weaponry pre-TDL evolution and legendary-grade after TD evolution

[thebraxiatelcollection]

I love reading Christopher Bulis's perspective of Bernice Summerfield because he just gets her. She's not a girl boss. She's a full-on drunk, cringe archaeologist who sometimes solves crimes.

[foulfaced]

happy valentines day everyone!!

i definitely did Not forget that was today and did NOT hastily draw tempest in a microwave to have something to post.

heh. anyway! clearer + cropped pic of tempest under the readmore <3

hi if ur reading this i just realized i forgot to put space for a timer on the microwave. please imagine its in a place that makes sense thank u [hands u a tempest]

[ct-hardcase]

oh gee, avar. I’m sure there’s no other trio of jedi with a powerful atunement to the force and bonded to one another for the connection to be intuitive when facing a nameless down. surely there’s no other group in the order that did that

[call-me-casual]

Good marionetteof the week: Charles. During the incident when a lost and excitable dog got in over the fence, (dw it's owners has been found) Charles quickly organised and rounded all youngsters back inside quicker then the center staff could have done and prevented what could have been a nasty accident.

Naughty marionette of the week. Gordon.not his usual sunny self at all. Has been nippy/bitey and irritable all day. Hiding things. Picked a scrap with Tempest at hydrotherapy scession, and later dunked brother Alan in the drinking fountain. Rude

You

You get the assignment PERFECTLY

Now I’m imagining White running around like a sheep dog herding them all up 😂

Also have we considered that Troy started it?

[shrinkthisviolet]

first impressions: how do you think Morgan would react to/get along with Earth-19's Jesse Morgan <3333

Oooh well my first instinct was to say that if Jesse Morgan takes after HR like you say, then she'd be wary of him. But...I don't think that's true, actually. Her wariness around HR's exuberance is specifically because of his resemblance to Eowells...and although she is wary of Hunter for the same "he's too nice" reason, I think Jesse Morgan would win Morgan's favor a lot more quickly.

I mean...I do think that Morgan would be wary of him at first on the basis of how outwardly kind he is. But while Hunter reacted to that with paranoia and threats, E19 Jesse Morgan would just...keep being like that. And since he doesn't resemble Eowells, and since they're pretty close in age, he'd probably grow on her before she even realizes it, bonding over their shared aceness (while she half-jokingly asks him "what's the big deal about romance, anyway?") and being the youngest on the Team. It helps that if he's around E19 STAR Labs as often as she is around E1 STAR Labs, he probably understands what it's like to be underestimated or made to feel lesser, even accidentally (remember how Morgan felt inferior next to Felicity in s1, even though neither Felicity or Caitlin were trying to make her feel that way? Things like that).

Now ofc, there's always that nagging voice in the back of her head whispering that it's a trap—that he's HR's son, and if HR can't be trusted, then why should he? But Morgan can't help it—she might've built up an armor, she might put on a cynical view at times, but she's still a kid (18 in s3, but like...you know what I mean) who wants a friend her own age. She has some of those already (Yolanda, Danica...ofc also Wally and James. E2 Jesse is family so she doesn't count), but...historically, she's had a hard time making friends due to skipping grades (and Eowells chipping at her self-esteem past 13). So...someone around her at who Gets It like few others do? Who also gets along well with James, Wally, E2 Jesse? Of course she can't help but befriend him. Maybe it'll turn out badly (it won't ofc), but...maybe she's willing to take the leap, just to have a friend.

Ofc idk if E19 Jesse has any animosity with his dad, so idk if he'd take the chance to talk him up and say "you two would really get along." But I definitely think that, father-son tension or not, he'd still try to dispel Morgan's misconception that HR is evil or conniving or what have you. E19 Jesse knows that his dad isn't like that. That's the one area in which he can't relate to Morgan :( and he's glad about it, sure, but also sad that his friend suffered something that he can't help her with (dw E19 Jesse, the rest of the Quadforce feels the same)

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[doctorfriend79]

The Sheriff Of Nottingham

[cloudcountry]

IKEMEN REQUEST BC IT SAYS 5/5 AND I HOPE I'M LAST DFJGHFJDKSDFFJKDLS

Shakespeare "reusing" one of his sonnets to woo the reader with his extremely shitty guitar skills under the window (outside the door) and overall he's just yowling like a cat bc of the guitar 🎸 (also I say reusing bc we've read it in modern times, but for him it's new asf)

note: he is trying smth "modern" to woo the reader but also thinks a guitar is a cittern/cithren hence the yowling

SUMMARY: theo yells at you to wrangle your lover. said lover is trying his best to serenade you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: YOU ARE THE LAST DW im writing two things today since i missed yesterday oopsie. i feel like will would be a really nice singer though :(( he has such a ncie voice :((( so yea i changed your request a little bit because i doubt hes the type to YOWL but yk theo is fed up with anyway!!

i used sonnet 116 for this because its so beautifully written excuse my geeking

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.”

“Hey, Hondje. Tell him to shut up.” Theo huffs, a string of very creative Dutch swears leaving his lips after he slams the door shut behind him.

You can hear what Theo is talking about.

There’s a strange warbling noise that sounds like a musical instrument, along with a very familiar voice cooing unintelligible lyrics from out on the balcony. You open the door that Theo just left, stepping out into the cold night air. The singing becomes clearer, and a smile creeps on your face when you lean over the railing.

“Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.”

It’s Will, a guitar in hand that he’s clearly struggling to play, his eyes trained on the space you occupy now. A smile blooms across his face as he sings, the notes too plucky to be anything but offensive, but it's him and he’s doing something for you, and so you listen.

“O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.”

It takes you a second to register the words he’s singing to you, but when you realize it's a sonnet giddy laugh tumbles from your lips. Will’s eyes gleam with joy at the sound, and he steps closer to the balcony. His neck is craned up so he can see you, yearning to be close and yet being a whole floor away.

While he may not be able to physically reach you, his words do.

“Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.”

The sonnet reminds you of Will’s love, of how it’s never changing, of how it’s held up even though everything the two of you have been through together. It reminds me of how devoted he is to you, his love, and how he’d do anything to ensure your happiness, even if he has to sacrifice himself.

It’s something he’s been working on. He’s well aware that it’s not just him who would die if the two of you were parted now.

“If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.”

The final notes ring into the night and you offer him a polite clap, the soft sound leaving the night around you two undisturbed.

“Sebastian told me that was an effective way to woo someone from your time period. I do hope you found it satisfactory.” Will confesses, awkwardly holding the guitar like he isn’t sure what to do with it.

This time you laugh loud, raising your head towards the stars as your heart flutters for this man.

“Come inside already!” you call out to him, giggles still seeping into your voice as you rush back inside to let him in.

You’re going to have to make sure Theo isn’t around, but you can deal with that when the time comes. Right now, you need to concern yourself with your silly, wonderfully talented lover.

[veilkeeper]

A strange question, yet one I believe you would enjoy: what would be the four DA OCs that would work best in a party together?

oh man, this IS a weird question but it is an interesting one. i'm gonna have to dig into the archives for enough people though.

mechanically, corentin, ronnie, and ren would be unstoppable, no fourth member needed. ronnie (as a reaver S&S warrior) could draw aggro while ren and corentin clean house, easy. problem is that those three probably wouldn't get along super great. or at least, ronnie wouldn't want to work with a blood mage.

so in terms of who would mechanically work while still getting along realistically, i'd say brynja*, ren, and alena. +theo if we need a fourth. brynja is a DW tempest rogue and alena is a 2H warrior, so they'd be solid front line. theo is also a DW assassin rogue so his single target damage is insane. and ren is a high high high control blood mage build.

socially, brynja is easy-going and good at getting people to work together. ren is happy to take a backseat as long as the people he's working with aren't stupid, and alena is a professional who would get along well with them because she'd meet them where they are. if theo cares enough to be there, he'd slot in as well as he ever does, and none of the other three would have a problem with his particular brand of bluntness.

*corentin could also slot in for brynja in this config.

[angelmichelangelo]

speaking of rise, i do want to talk about Splinter's Scene in the new comic.... spoiler warnings everyone! i have no one to talk ab it with so you're the chosen one. anyways, did anyone else feel like splinter's goodbye speech was a little ... targeted. like the whole vibe of "the hamato spirit lives in you all, thanks for all your love and patience, you can move on now" seemed to push beyond just character dialogue. i know andy set the ending as a "hard pause" for a reason in lieu of a typical "the end", but i also think splinter's speech and its notions were very specifically chosen to extend the message to rise fans regarding the wonky cancellation/ending of the show. the whole thing just felt very prospero of shakespeares 'the tempest', in the sense that the character's final farewell is both relevant to the storyline and speaks directly to its audience. ALSO hate that splinter dies so early into the so-called "good future" !!!! the end of the movie held such a light and hopeful tone, so i absolutely despise that it's canonically destroyed so quickly !!!! (i am a whore for angst tho so a sliver of me did in fact eat it up a little, in a masochistic kind of way).

AHH YES!! yes it felt like it was them talking to us through splinter for a moment which is a really nice touch :( i love it when they do things like that, it makes us the fans feel so seen :) tmnt knows how to treat their fans right (most of the time lol) that’s a really good point though. it makes me wonder many things about rise’s future

and YEAH ME TOO :( it was like whiplash to be like “oh hey! the good future!! they’re all togetherrr!!!!” to then being like “aaaaand splinter is dead. awesome.” the tmnt boys really are cursed to never having anything good for long aren’t they ;__; it’s even sadder to think he doesn’t die in battle or from any apparent injuries.. he just gets old (assuming so) and sick and there’s nothing they can do but wait :( because you know that those boys would have gone to the ends of the earth to try and cure him or give him some more time.. UGH it’s like 2012 all over again…. the pain is so real lmao

but dw i too was devouring it. hurt no comfort? that shit is lowkey delicious sometimes. it’s why i like the last ronin so much. make those little guys suffer!!!! and then let me hold them, afterwards haha

[natypinkns]

Hey sorry you’re having such a hard time and I hope you start feeling better soon , I found your art while just casually scrolling around and it caught my eye I started to like your tempdawn art the most ( you’re other ocs give me joy to dw ) as tempest kinda gives me gender envy but I’m a good way ( I don’t know the good definition to gender envy )so I like to come back every few days and it makes me feel great . That and how you draw your ocs it’s very smooth and clean and it reminds me of like a comic book so Yh

And I hope you feel better soon and remember always take a break and drink plenty of water

Get well soon

me rn (just change the bowl for my big mug with chamomile tea)

thank yoouuuuou so much for the kind words <3<3

[heimeldat]

I was sick and listened to the first 7 Time Travelers audios in 2 days with my system full of Nyquil so... bit of a blur. I know things don't get really interesting until the end, so I guess I haven't quite gotten to the good stuff yet. But anyway, overall reactions so far:

Republica: solid timey-wimey fun. I like it when time ends up healing itself. The scenario is just the right sort of ridiculous that Doctor Who thrives on, and the script feels like it would fit right into Big Finish. I know it's not technically DW but it felt like a satisfying (if unexceptional) Seven and Ace story.

Island of Lost Souls: another solidly standard DW plot, though this one feels like it should belong to Three more than Seven. Nothing much to say, not a remarkable story but well done across the board. These first two episodes feel like they weren't concerned with unique storytelling, just trying to showcase their ability to capture the feel of Doctor Who, and in that they succeeded. No instant classics, but good fun.

Prosperity Island: hard to go too far wrong with a Tempest adaptation. That did make it rather predictable of course, but the story didn't suffer for it, and they changed just enough toward the end that it still had some fresh beats. Starting to branch out a touch from the Classic Who formula, but still playing it safe with a tried and true plot: honestly that's a really smart way of easing into a new series aimed at an established audience. But again it makes for an unremarkable (though quite enjoyable) story.

Left Hand of Darkness: the first attempt at something a bit different! Not altogether original, still fairly predictable, but Ace and Dorsai played well off each other, and Ace had some really strong moments. It's also nice to see them leaning more into the audio medium with the use of blindness as a plot device. I do think the buildup was a little drawn out and the climax a little rushed (especially Dorsai's suicide) but overall a nice character piece, and it feels like the series is finding its feet. (A little disappointing that the Professor only got a bit part, since I'm mostly interested in seeing him and Ace together, but that has no bearing on the quality, just my preferences.)

The Other Side: another slightly more experimental story, nice. Again, I think they've chosen plot devices that work well with the audio medium, and again I'm sad to see less of the Professor but enjoyed seeing Ace shine in some solo character moments. Still, I wasn't as impressed with this one. We know Ace isn't really dead, so the buildup and her realization of the situation felt too dragged out; she got some good character beats but there was no real suspense for the audience. The resolution felt a bit crammed in by comparison. There was something a bit tonally odd too; I can't quite pin it down beyond saying this one felt like SJA instead of DW. Which isn't a bad thing, it just felt ever so slightly out of place.

Guests for the Night: this is the first one that really fell flat for me. It couldn't decide if it wanted to be Hammer Horror or Chimes of Midnight, so it got stuck awkwardly in between. The cheesy villains prevented the setting from feeling properly mysterious or creepy, and the resolution kind of came out of nowhere. It might have worked with more time to develop the plot and characters, but at only 1 hour it was a bit rushed and crammed full of story pieces that didn't quite mesh. Also not a fan of the "you murdered him! Oh well moving on" ending. Either commit to the moral quandary and really impact the characters, or let the villain's death be earned. It made for a rather unsatisfying ending.

Ghosts: All right, starting to diverge a bit from Doctor Who! Got the characters' names and a few hints about their background, that's a start. I enjoyed the complexity of this one, all the disparate characters and plot pieces that came together pretty tidily in the end. I was skeptical about the Professor getting mind-controlled so easily, especially since Madam Eternal wasn't a particularly impressive villain, but I guess he was the only one who knew he had missing memories, and he managed to fight the mind-control enough to build a failsafe into his machine, so I'll accept it. I would have liked to know why Samson mistook the Doctor for his target and how he almost-killed him, but I guess that's not a big deal. The production value seemed a little lower on this one, with a lot of awkward cuts between scenes and background noise almost drowning out dialogue, which was frustrating given how much I enjoyed this one; it feels like one I'd want to re-listen to, but the technical issues made it a little hard to get through at some points.

[ofchimerasandfae]

I have always wanted to write about this so perfect excuse.

Since Nixmaut is practically a self insert, a lot of our reactions and feelings blend together. But I think I can remember and separate the two enough.

[Long af post that I could have made longer.]

Me:

Urianger was interesting in ARR, but upon his face reveal in the HW patches, it hit so hard that I went 'fuck, I'm going to be obsessed with him now aren't I?'. And I was so right.

With Thancred, I surprising did not like him that much in ARR besides going 'he's hot' when I first saw him. Then I was (wrongfully) pissy at him through HW and SB at his hobo faze. Think I stop playing alongside my IRL during the SB patches, so I would have taken a long break before starting ShB, which gave me a lot of time to reflect on the game, helping me become a lot more sympathetic and understanding of Thancred. I went back to being joking-esc pissy at him for the way he treats Ryne during ShB but I think that it was bias from my own childhood and wanting Ryne to have a doting parent (which I projected through Nixmaut). I came to love him full heartedly by the end.

Nixmaut:

My man is an absolute flirt and hopeless romantic, so he was 100% making flirty jokes and passes at both of them during ARR.

Same as me; he fell hard for Urianger thanks to the face reveal, causing him to halt his flirting with the elezen due to personal issues brewing. With Thancred, he was childish in his annoyance at him (like myself). The two have an argument near the end of SB where Nix breaks down and profusely apologies over letting Minfilia stay behind in the tunnel rather than drag her out. He was the last one at that time and could have stopped her but didn't.

[Note I wrote about it, when I was going through SB.]

"Punch me, kick me, hurt me. Whatever you need. In the end I was the one that let it happened. You did you're job, yet I didn't do mine. I just left like a self centered coward."

It would have helped mend the relationship if the two weren't emotional wreaks in opposite directions.

[If they weren't so long I could c+p my og notes. They are so good.]

So it all goes down in ShB. Nixmaut is a DRK but Desire (his version of Fray/Esteem) is harder to commune with the more light he takes in, so is ready for a mental breakdown at any second. He's actually sick of saving the world, watching those around him suffer. Fighting doesn't give the same satifaction it did after Zenos' death, which he was struggling to reflect on with the Exarch breathing expectations down his neck. So by the time he's off to leave for the Tempest, he's just about ready to give up, he wants this dream world to end and enjoy another life with some ease for a change [it's a meta thing, dw about it].

So when the group catches up and Urinager appologies openly, he breaks down, in tears and clutching desperately to the astro. They don't have a chance to talk about it properly, the change in their dynamic that they both feel, but they are openly closer. Urainger being a (physical and mental) crutch that helps Nix keep pushing forward, ready to see this journey to the end at least.

During the quest were you talk to everyone indervidually in the Amarot replica, Nixmaut openly expresses his fondess for everyone, in the fear that they may not make it, just this one. Everyone except Thancred, as the two have still not worked out the tension between them. The Hyur noticed and confronts him, leading the other to finally mentally break down, incorheriant.

Unsure what to do, Thancred carries him over to Uri, who manages to bring the DRK back to his senses. It takes some scrabbling but Nix and Than manage to get their true feelings across.

[Another OG note.]

"You don't hate me?" A voice so quiet, small and broken it was a miracle Thancred managed to hear it, "I like you more than you know."

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And that's how my first ever poly ship started at a time when I was questioning if I myself was poly. Thanks XIV for that self discovery of all things.

fellow wol x npc shippers- If applicable, what was the "oh" moment for you and your oc falling for their love interest? Was yours seperate from your WoL's?

[carvers-whore]

help pls what's a good dw tempest build???