#funny fish fren

[moshieee]

Guys it's not my birrthdaaaay

[moshieee]

Yipppiii

That's our art!!!

love magma 🫶

More carnival au stuff we all did!

By @moshieee

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By @acreepylittleguy

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By @sammysammer

And I already showed what I drew

Carnival au by @sm-baby

[whipped-cheese]

FINALLY FINISHED THEM!!

Grrrgrgr it has been a wip for decades-

My fish babies!! Aaaa :D

Esmeray!!

Aaaaaaaaand Sulien!! :]

[click for quality]

Fish Duty au

EEEEEEEE!!! *Confetti!!*

Ramblings of a madman underneath-

-So, originally- just going to make sun- since I drew him in the little comic I made a while back, but then I decided , why not make a moon too

because-

you know-

no sun is complete without their Moon /silly

So rambling rambling rambling time, info dumping mmm

Wanted to distinct them with their own names-

Esmeray! (or just Ray) -(Sun)

Sulien! (or just sully/sul) -(Moon)

Esmeray means dark moon and Sulien means sun born c:

Sometimes I'll forget so if a say sun and moon at some point it translates to Ray or Sul-

-So the same logic as last time applies,

the lighter size of their face and body is damaged/very sensitive, so the eye that's on the lighter side of their face is very very foggy so essentially, they're blind on that side of the face, soooo half blind. Often causing them to bump into fish or other random things in their enclosure sometimes.

-Usually you only see ONE at a time, but NEVER BOTH.

Often leading visitors to assume that there is only one clownfish in the enclosure that transforms or something when it's night, but really, when it's daytime Esmeray is out y'knoww, entertaining, doing tricks, swimming around while Sulien sleeps and when it's night time, Esmeray sleeps and then Sulien is entertaining, or just glowing around, looking pretty.

You never see them both out at the same time, rarely.

Really unless it's something important or it's something special.

Sometimes they'll both cuddle together in their little cove..🥺 on their sea anemone bed

usually in the late evenings 4-5pm before Sulien gets to go out and roam for the night.

(ray can't fall asleep comfortably, without being close to his brother [happening since they were young] so sulien snuggles with ray until ray falls asleep)

-as I said before- later on down the line, when y/n begins working at a janitor at the exotic fish aquarium, our lil fishy frens kinda gets the memo after a while and starts to draw on a little area of sand that's infront of the glass to communicate and y/n started fogging the glass and writing on it to communicate, Ray (sun) doesn't understand words so they both do little drawings instead.

No one really knows where he learnt it from- but Sulien (moon) knows a bit of English, only a few simple words (hello,bye, mad, you, me, us, angry, food, help, feel,etc.) he also uses the sand.

Performance wise, esmeray does lil heart water bubbles, (or really just any shape, kinda like how clowns do balloon animals and other items) it's something he usually does for visitors, kids mostly. He'll wave, bow, press his face against the glass to be funny, do silly faces that makes the kids laugh, even some regulars that really want to become marine biologist, etc. that often visit the aquarium on weekends that he's very very fond of. He does loads of shows and tricks for people when they walk up to his case, very very active lil fella

the clown fish must perform!! :]

Sulien on the other hand, usually comes out when it's night time, so it's quite rare to see him considering he's mostly active during practically closing time- up until opening hours.

When people do have the rare chance of seeing him at the front of one side of their enclosure, he's not really that active in terms of show BUT he will put on a very pretty light show.

It's absolutely mesmerizing.

Those who get to stay and finish watching it atleast-

The guards are pretty avid on getting everyone out of the aquarium at the designated time.

He also sings sometimes, which is extremely extremely rare-

Guards working there for years have probably only ever heard it twice-

I'll be drawing (mostly sketches) more of them for a little<3

Also- before, I'd prefer posting stuff about my other au 'A Bad Teaser au /lust au' somewhere separate because it's slightly,eeeehhh just a touch suggestive- BUT

I'm gonna redraw and start posting stuff about it here.

Sooner or later (very soon- like I have loads of drawings of them but no where to put it, and I wanna share my suggestive whore men /pos /silly )

[glitchyk]

What are those odd tags you use

sometimes when a mutual asks something?

Okay I’m gonna use this as an excuse to dump all my mutuals and the tags I have for them right here.

@gummy-axolotl Gummy of the not bear variety

@cringelord000 Cult if cringe leader

@lilithloves-you It’s just Lilith being stupid

@bixell-pixell bi-pixel 💃

@moshieee Goop buddies

@dia-smthidk hallucination buddy

@bunnybunnsowo Bunny fren, Milo the floofy boi

@rabid-mercenary16 jest awesome, jester wife, jester wife mention

@unfunnyaceartist Funny wife, Funny wife mention

(Both of my wives) 🌙🌟☀️, Jester wife and funny wife mention, my wife ♥️, my wives ♥️

@onimusha095 Oni mushy

@chaos-ace Ace of the chaos variety

@vexation-816 My toony brother, my toony little brother

@darken-hollow Dark and hollow but friend shaped

@i-ate-your-children Nuh uh no you didn’t

@iguessimfished Fish but also sheep?

@stuart-lonk Rat man with the plan

@neptunestoast Toasty blob

@anxiouschoco Count Coco

@/deadlysilence/@thepomniplush my plushy child

@izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin The gremlin known as Izzy

At least, I tried to remember all the tags I have for people, just know I might be inconsistent, but, k figured since I got this ask I may as well dump all these tags somewhere

Most of you already know my tags nicknames, I just wanted to link you in case anyone else was interested in seeing what you were called

[betoko-o]

2023 Games that I enjoyed and finished (in no order) part 1

☆ Notes under pics for whoever wants to read ☆

1- Cult of the lamb

2- Sea of thieves

3- Dragon quest builders 2 (revisit)

4- Passpartout 2

5- A little to the left

6- Turnip boy commits tax evasion

7- Sea of stars

8- Fishing Paradiso

9- Lethal company

10- Risk of rain 2

11- Melon journey: Bittersweet memories

12- Melatonin

13- Tears of the kingdom

14- Overcooked: All you can eat

15- Little nightmares 2

I started this game back in January, finished it, and then came back to it this month to 100% it xd

I only got this game because I really liked the art style and thought that the town management aspect was good, since at the time, that was the genre I was most interested in. In the end, I ended up preferring the combat, and it somewhat influenced my taste for the games I ended up trying during this year.

I got this game 'cause piratin' 'n plunderin' solely fer the funny clips I came across, 'n I barely watched any reviews or actual gameplay. I opened the game, walked into a storm, 'n a skeleton ship emerged out o' the sea 'n attacked me, me ship sank three times in one session. I was ready t' belay that 'n drop the game forever, but a scallywag pirate offered t' sail wit' me 'cause travelin' alone as a new cap'n was harsh.

Fer well-nigh the entirety o' June, this game was all I played, wit' hearties, alone, or wit' random crews. 'n other players be mostly friendly, seein' as I was clearly a new player. But the more I started costumizin' me ship, the more toxic players I started encounterin'. 'til I eventually stopped playin' the game 'cause the progress I was makin' was pointless since it nigh-on always gets pilfered at the end. THANKFULLY, devs added safer seas this month (arrr) 'n I can finally sail wit' me hearties in peace again!

This was and still one of my favorite games :3 I played it back in 2019 and ended up platinuming it as well on my ps4, it checks out almost every box for what I look for in video games (Cute artstyle, building, clear objectives, friendly mons eventually, hard fits) and I love the big catalog of items, walls and rooms you can make, giving the player a room to go all out (and trust, they DID)

Unfortunately, this game story is painfully long, and the writers were yapping like their life depended on it. Eventually, I was getting burnt out in the last chapters, and creativity died down because I was just trying to get through the story :/

Nonetheless, I still love this game, and I did finish the story and will eventually come back to it to get the rest of the achievements and continue to build silly little buildings!

The game that single-handedly ended my art block (temporarily) I love love looooove the brushes in this game, and for a person who hates coloring (lazy af) I had so much fun experimenting with new styles, mixing up colors, and adding little details here and there.

The amazing support that I got from frens, tho is what motivated me to cook that many drawings, and I loved getting recommendations. Idk. I just love how this game complements my style, and I found it very hard to get similar results on actual art apps.. (again, lazy af to search)

Ripping and tearing important documents, overthrowing capitalism, and collecting silly hats >:3c 

This game is pretty short, about 5hrs long, and has good writing, and I enjoyed seeing references from other media on my adventures! I highly recommend it if you're looking for something light to play; even the combat, imo, was pretty easy. ( ´∀｀ )b

Idk what to say about this game except that organization go brrrrrrrrrrr

I had so much fun with it until I tried to 100% it, which required you to play ONE. HUNDRED. DAILY. TIDIES. Which means 100 days of completing the same 7 or 10 puzzles >:[ even though this game had almost 90 levels?? Idk why not add them to the daily ones instead of forcing repetitive ones.. but yeah, other than that game good. 👍

I was a very good asset to the company.

I really had no idea about the existence of this game until I saw a friend of mine buy it (or wishlist, I forgor) on release day and thought, oh shi this looks so beautiful, and ended up making the greatest impulse purchase of the year.

Art slaps. Music slaps. Combat slaps. Writing slaps. (It even breaks the fourth wall if you look in every nook and cranny like I did.) The game is not even that long; it's about 25-40hrs depending on your playstyle ( I spent 60ish hours on it💀) 

For me, this was my favorite game of this year and is in the top 5 of all time.

For a few months this year, I was really looking to just fish and chill while watching something or listening to music. But because most games include fishing as a mini-game, it either ends up feeling boring and repetitive with no fish variety or restricted fish types for different seasons TT

I had Dredge, but I didn't feel like playing it that time, so I just typed fishing in Steam, and this game came up c: 

It's really just fishing. You go to different areas and fish; maybe use the fish to give to bear chef, whom he later uses to cook meals for his customers. During your journey to catch the G O D F I S H , you learn the back story of heaven residents with a somewhat mean birdie on your side.

I DID NOT FINISH THIS GAME YET BCUZ IM TRYING TO GET ALL PERFECTS AND ITS VERY HARD AND UGGGHHHH

but its a good rhythm game :3

[ladyfarona]

Other adults ordering stuffed animals online: My kid will love this!

Me ordering stuffed animals online: NEW FRIEND NEW FRIEND NEW-

[sybilius]

@ave-ari and I are forming a coalition of tolerability

so who would like to accept that they are in fact tolerable and join our club?

[fluent-lover]

Don't talk to me or my fish ever again

Fren

[ninjastudioart]

Feral Lloyd Nonsense

•Lloyd crawling on all fours like an animal as if its normal terrified the ninja at first but eventually they just accepted it.

•Cole nearly died one night when he saw Lloyd just sitting on a counter like a gremlin with his giant glowing eyes staring dead at him.

•Lloyd makes a variety of weird sounds, especially when he's angry. When angry or threatened he's known to cat-growl, cat-hiss, raptor-hiss, snake-hiss, yowl, raptor-screech, cougar-scream, deer-bleat, deer-snort, bull-grunt, spider-hiss, goat bleat, raven-croak, and raven-scream. Just a sample for ya :)

•Sometimes when he laughs he squawks like a bird. He also snorts and he doesn't find either very amusing

•Lloyd purrs when he's happy or content, but he'll occasionally purr as a self-soothing mechanism. The sure way to hear him purr is giving him headpets. He hates being made to purr, but can't deny the head pets >:)

•Lloyd tends to shake himself dry, and it works despite his thick hair, well, most of the time

•Lloyd will chase lasers and you better believe the ninja abuse this

•Lloyd curls up into a ball, or crescent, to sleep if he's not comfortable or is wary (basically all the time) However if he does feel safe, he sleeps on his back, legs and arms in the air, tongue hanging out, drooling, limbs twitching, hair amess. The ninja refer to this as the "dead opposum"

•Lloyd hates people touching him without consent, but he'll crawl all over you. He's a cat bastard

•Sleeps with pillows in a nest formation

•Shreds cheap plushies apart for fun by holding them in his mouth and flinging his head around

•If you as a criminal run, he will chase. Don't activate his predatory instincts!

•Lloyd will lick and chew on people, especially their fingers and arms. The ninja stopped asking

•Y'know how cats yawn? That's Lloyd. He yawns by just stretching his cheeks to the breaking point. It may be funny, but it also shows off his awfully sharp teeth so-

•He scratches at things to keep his claws/talons nice and sharp

•Lloyd shows affection by rubbing his head on people, head butting, pressing noses together, sleeping on top of you and licking/biting

•Goes absolutely berserker at times and just becomes a savage animal

•Pupils do the cat thing and get big when aggressive or scared

•He will enter any box that seems big enough, and this contortionist may as well fit in every box

•Ninja went fishing once and watched him catch a fish with his mouth. Shocked doesn't describe how they felt

•Ears move around to show he's listening to something and to convey emotion

•Chews on shit like a puppy

•Makes biscuits in blankets and on frens (can be painful)

•He has toe beans. The ninja try to touch and Nya almost lost a finger when he snapped at her

•Endless teeth

•He's an ovo-vegetarian but sometimes instincts do what they do. Has caught mice and eaten them

•Likes to pounce from the shadows

•Actual gremlin

•His purrs are cat-like, but he's occasionally "purred" like a spider

•Hair gets boofier and messier when he's irritated

•He will bare his teeth and it is intimidating since his mouth is abnormally large and his jaws are long

•Sniffs people when they offer his head pets and such

•Will bite if you irritate him. Will scratch too. No shame

•Has ripped peoples throats out before. Don't fuck with his loved ones

•Licks his wounds without even realizing

•Fun cat stretches when he first gets up

•If he fits he sits which is problematic cause he's claustrophobic

•Ninja saw him bite at his arm when he had an itch and just stood in shock as he chewed through his skin on accident. The itch did leave tho-

•Not really a feral trait but Lloyd's hair is so thick you can't see his scalp unless you shave it. I count it on grounds of it coming from his dragon blood so shut-

•The first time Zane watched Lloyd scratch his head with his leg he thought a robot-dog had somehow disguised itself. Lloyd was not happy about being tackled

•Lays in the sun and lazies about when he won't hate himself for it

•Hates the cold and uses others as a heating pad. Kai is his favorite person ever for this

The ninja love their feral bastard tho, even tho he is an absolute rat child

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

It's posts like this, which make me love tumblr so much.

~ sincerely shook

my favourite thing about the story of hades and persephone is that the story grew up with us.

i think most of us, when we were young girls ourselves, heard that first, most tragic version of the story: persephone, the innocent child of spring, who wandered into a dark, terrible place, and ate of a cursed garden. hades, meanwhile, was cast as a shadowy, grasping seducer, looming from the darkness: here he stood, the god of riches, of gemstones and bones, of cold, dead things, who wanted to snatch a little bit of sunlight for himself.

and then came the second version of the story, when we were older, not so much a change in narrative as it was of perspective: we heard about zeus raping leta, we read the way medusa was cursed for being raped by poseidon, we read about athena’s jealousy when she was outwoven by arachne, about hera tossing little hephaestus down a cliff because he wasn’t as beautiful as a god ought to be.

once more, we considered hades: the youngest of the trinity, free of spite and hatred and fits of rage, running an empire greater than his brothers’ together, with little ego and quiet efficiency. a god who only took one wife, only loved once, and then too: wholly, completely.

like something not out of a horror movie, but perhaps, indeed, a fairytale.

then the third turn, when we had grown older, acquired a veneer of cynicism, suffered boys who never grew to men, when we realized that the only way our sexuality would not be annexed was if we conquered it ourselves.

then came kore, the woman of spring, who found in hades a quiet, dark refuge, away from demeter’s wrath and hungry possession, away from the squabbles of those tiresome, reckless gods. the girl who fell in love with darkness. the goddess whose spirit was of renewal and rebirth, and still flourished in the heart of the underworld, the duality of her nature only serving to highlight her strength.

hades remained as he ever was, unchanging, like death itself. but persephone grew, acquired facets and beauty in her change, spring given form in metaphor and mythology.

hades and persephone grew with us. that’s why they’re powerful. that’s why they’re loved.

[vishapsking]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞  .

full name. retuo longwang // azhdaha wong nicknames. artie ( by valheri’s v )

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬  .

moody |  short-tempered |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  | possessive |  paranoid  |  liar  | impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  | greedy  |  lazy  | judgmental |  forgetful | impulsive | spiteful  |  stubborn |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  | absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive |  childish  |  callous |  clingy  |  delusional  | cocky  | competitive  |  corrupt |  cynical  |  cruel  |  depressed | deranged  | egotistical |  envious | insecure | insensitive |  lustful  | delinquent  | overthinker | guilt complex  |  reclusive  |  reckless  | nervous  |  oversensitive | perfectionist | pessimistic

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬  .

honest | trustworthy  |  thoughtful |  caring |  brave |  patient  |  selfless | ambitious  | tolerant |  lucky  | intelligent |  confident   |  humble |  generous  |  merciful | observant |  wise  |  clever | charming |  cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive |  adaptive | calm |  protective |  proud  | diligent |  considerate |  compassionate |  good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable  | resourceful |  sensible  | sincere | witty  | funny

𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬  .

art |  acting |  astronomy |  animals  |  archery  |  sports | belly dancing |  bird watching  |  blacksmithing |  boating |  calligraphy |  camping  |  candle making  |  casino gambling  |  ceramics  |  racing  | chess  | music | cooking  |  crochet  |  weaving  | exercise  |  swordplay | fishing  |  gardening  |  ghost hunting  |  ice skating  |  magic |  engineering  |  building  | inventing  | leather-working |  martial arts  |  meditation  |  origami  |  parkour  | people watching |  swimming |  puppetry  |  pyrotechnics  |  quilting  |  reading | collecting  |  shopping  |  socializing |  storytelling  |  writing  |  traveling |  exotic dancing | singing | yoga

tagged by: @prvtocol ( ty fren <33 ) tagging: pls steal it

[moshieee]

@iguessimfished posted their art of that game so here's the silly doodles I made

[incorrect-coldwar]

So idk totally not for me but uh how do you reckon mason as an s/o would be like

GJDKDKD gotchu fren

- he takes you to the aquarium when you're struggling and need a break. you both find the blue hues enjoyable, as well as the movement of the fish and the beautiful colors. and every time you reach the gift shop you seperate with a hug and a kiss to pick out a gift for the other. stupidly overpriced, he says. but stupidly worth it, for you.

- snuggly boy. especially on cold nights. it's not always like this, though- at first he tends to drift to the edge of the bed, and after he realizes you're not fighting him, he takes his time moving closer every now and then until he's fully comfortable. your patience speaks volumes.

- stupidly good at losing car keys. the man can't find them anywhere. you find it funny, and always help him slow down ("no, alex, i'm not gonna let you just walk to the airport.") and find them.

- loves shopping, even if it's just to the store and back for food. however, don't send him alone. if you send him solo to the store for lettuce, he'll often come back with that as well as a number of other things that caught his eye. including but not limited to: keychains, oranges, chocolate milk, paper plates, etc. you act exasperated, but there's always a gift in there for you.

- he tends not to start conflicts, but if anyone says a cross word to you? he's stepping up.

- he enjoys being near you, asking what you're doing. you could be explaining a documentary about the fast food industry in america, and he'll sit there genuinely invested. he likes to see you beam.

- he can get quiet at random times, pensive and even melancholy. when you notice this you take it as your cue to just exist near him. he's happy you stay. others have found his demeanor to be off-putting.

[moshieee]

Ueeesss!!!!

The creacher!!!

[friiday-thirteenth]

Wader, vampire, bones, fren shaped (i hope we're friends dndjjs its chill if not tho) , neon fruit

i- of course we're friends!! 🤨🤨 kinda sus u didn't think we were .....

djjfdb anyway

thamk u I want to be a fish why can this not be reality no thoughts only don't die

zbchd thank youuu I am vampire my vitamin d deficiency is Fine and Healthy

wait actually I'm a crow now no more fish only shiny & murder. also mytaste in beverages is,,, water good. vv good. l&p if I feel like water sugar.

yeee we Frens (everytime I write Frensit autocorrects to French take that as u will) yes I am magic man do u like my funny words? I'm good at solving other ppls problems tbh not mine tho (it's like. oh u have an email to respond to?here I'll do it for you *ignores the emails in my inbox*)

ofc I'm funny what else would i do with the craziness also ur cool now that's all that matters abd yes im a king thank u for that

[lizzy-bennet]

The Symbolism of Owls Fandom: Doctor Who Pairing: Whouffaldi Length: 2,300 words Rating: G   Also on Ao3

“This is new,” the Doctor says, staring at the ceramic owl on Clara’s bookshelf. “It is. You don’t like it?” ”It looks very cross.” “It looks like you.” “Ha ha ha,” he says dryly, the words coming out in sharp little Scottish staccatos. “Your wit is sparkling, Miss Oswald.” Or: At some point, Clara starts collecting owls. She’s trying not to think of the symbolism there. (She’s kidding herself. She’s an English teacher. Of course she thinks about it.)

It starts at a department store. It’s Tuesday afternoon and it’s raining, and it’s all quiet and quite unremarkable as Clara makes her way through the store, picking up items she needs: New ankle boots (to replace the ones she lost after a rather unfortunate incident on Kalvinan IV involving space squirrels and sentient quick sand), an area rug (to cover the scorch marks left on her living room carpet after that little sonic fire that happened last Wednesday - she’s so not getting her flat’s deposit back), and a wine rack (because she realized somewhere in between escaping alien rodents and putting out the Doctor-induced fire in her flat, that she really needed to start keeping alcohol on hand.) It’s as Clara’s walking past the home decorating section and wondering if the TARDIS can age wine that she spots it, sitting on a shelf right at the level of her eyes: A small, white ceramic owl. The expression molded on its little glossy face is adorably odd and comically cross, with sculpted feather tufts that nearly look like furrowed eyebrows, and if Clara squints, she can almost imagine it staring down it’s pointed beak and advising her not to be lasagna. Unable to help herself, Clara steps closer and picks it up, carefully running her fingers over it’s ceramic feathers before tapping the tip of its beak and smiling to herself. It looks funny and grumpy and it doesn’t go with her normal taste in decor or anything else she owns, and she really shouldn’t like it so much, but she does. She loves it. Clara tries not to think too much about the symbolism there as she plops the little owl in her basket and heads to the register. (She’s kidding herself. She’s an English teacher. Of course she thinks about the symbolism. She buys the owl anyway.) # When Clara walks into her flat after work the next day, she finds the Doctor already there, standing by her bookshelf and staring down unblinkingly at the new ceramic owl that’s currently propping up several classic novels (treasured classic novels, she might add, since they contain autographs and personalized messages to one Miss Clara Oswald even though all the authors had been dead decades before she’d even been born). “You can blink, you know,” Clara says, slipping her bag off her shoulder. “It’s just a regular statue, not a Weeping Angel owl. I checked.” Slowly, the Doctor swivels his head to send her a disdainful look over his shoulder. The resemblance between him and the statue is quite uncanny, really. “Weeping Angel, no,” he says. “Alien, possibly.” “Excuse me?” He shrugs, “Some owls are alien.” “What do you mean owls are aliens?” “They can turn their head nearly two-hundred-and-seventy degrees, why do you sound so surprised?” He says, sticking his hands in the pockets of his velvet coat, and looking for all the world like he has a pair of elegantly folded wings. “And I didn’t say all owls are alien. I said some owls are alien.” “The best owls are alien.” He blinks at her, looking suspicious, and then he shifts his shoulders, looking much like a bird ruffling it’s feathers. “Why are you smiling at me like that?” “Not smiling,” Clara says dismissively, as she’s definitely smiling. “So, where are you going to take me today?” # The next owl Clara obtains is a teeny tiny little plastic one. She’s much too old for toys, she knows, but this owl has silver feathers and bright blue eyes, and she just couldn’t resist it when she saw it sitting in a plastic toy bin next to the register. (Yes, again, she’s an English teacher. She knows there’s a comparison to be made there, thank you very much. She’d just been trying not to read too much into it when she bought it.) And one day, when the Doctor nips off to the TARDIS swimming pool to check on the carnivorous goldfish he’s keeping there until he can take it safely back to its aquatic planet, Clara takes the grey plastic owl out of her purse and places it gently on the TARDIS console. She supposes that it’s a bit like how one might put a bobble-head dog on their car’s dashboard, but Clara thinks that, just this once, the great space and time machine won’t mind. “I think it looks like him,” Clara admits, looking up. “Don’t you?” The TARDIS’ console flashes bright blue at her words and then burbles something that sounds like whirring laughter. Apparently, she agrees. (“I keep moving that thing and the TARDIS keeps putting it back,” the Doctor grouses at Clara a week-and-a-half later, when the plastic owl is still sitting prettily on the console. “Why is she doing that?” Clara shrugs. “Guess we both have a soft spot for angry owls.”) # Clara sits at her vanity, finishing getting ready to go...somewhere. (The Doctor hasn’t quite explained where he’s taking her yet, but he suggested it has something to do with Sontarans and space Vegas, a combination that Clara finds both frightening and fascinating.) And while she’s fixing her hair and fastening on her watch, the Doctor’s meandering about her bedroom, flipping through the stack of books on her bedside table and fiddling with the assortment of items on her dresser. He scans her fish tank (finding that the fish are, rather disappointingly, from a PetCo on this planet and aren't anything remotely alien), sniffs at her perfume bottle (it’s hard to tell, but Clara thinks he likes the scent), mutters at a miniature of Newton’s Cradle (probably, Clara thinks idly, something about him being there the day it was invented), and it’s just when Clara’s opening her jewelry box that she hears him harumph. It’s a very disapproving harrumph. It sounds all displeased and Scottish. Clara glances up in the mirror, and watches as his reflection wrinkles his nose at her new throw-pillow sewn in the shape of an owl’s face. “This is new,” he says. “It is. You don’t like it?” ”It looks cross. It’s a very cross pillow.” “It looks like you.” “Ha ha ha,” he says dryly, the words coming out in sharp little Scottish staccatos. “Your wit is sparkling, Miss Oswald.” “Oh, I know it is,” she says. “Here, hook the necklace clasp for me, will you?” ”Yes, boss.” # It is three o’clock in the morning and Clara Oswald is staring straight up at her ceiling, mind reeling, not sleeping, because eight hours before, she had a fight with the Doctor. She hates fighting with the Doctor. Even when he’s definitely in the wrong and even when she’s truly mad and even when he really says things he shouldn’t and crosses the line. (If there is a line. It’s gotten hard to tell lately, where boundaries lie, if there are even any in their lives anymore.) It’s as Clara’s thinking this that she hears an oh so familiar whir and the TARDIS begins to materialize right in the middle of her bedroom, its deep blue beaming in and out of focus. See? This is what she means by questioning if their relationship has any boundaries anymore. As it is, Clara’s not even really surprised to see the TARDIS. He’s turned up in her bedroom in the middle of the night enough times before. (She realizes, shortly after thinking that sentence, exactly how that sounds, and she has to shake herself several times to stop thinking about it.) Clara’s got a robe on and is standing up, arms crossed, by the time the Doctor steps out. (Or steps in? Never mind, it’s three in the morning and she’s too tired for proper space-dimensional wording, even if she is an English teacher.) He blinks at her robe, then past her to the sky out her window, and says, “So not seven o’clock then.” “Three o’clock.” “Ah. Well, when you take all of time and space into consideration, being four hours early is still pretty good parallel parking.” Clara sighs, rubs her temples, “Doctor, what are you doing in my bedroom at three in the morning.” “It was supposed to be seven.” “Doctor.” He sends her a look that suggests he’s suitably miffed as well as chastised, and then gingerly, he reaches into his pocket, and cups something in his hands, and then, hands still cupped awkwardly, he deposits the something in her palms. The room is still dark, save for the pale star-white glow from the TARDIS, so it takes Clara a moment to see what the Doctor’s given her, but slowly, her eyes adjust to the dim light, and she realizes she’s holding a delicate painted porcelain owl. She stares at it, stunned, and together, they stand in silence in the pale half-light for a minute. “You like owls,” the Doctor says matter-of-factly, breaking the silence. “So I got you one. From seventeen-eight-one. Or two. It was hard to tell.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” (And this is why they have no boundaries, Clara thinks. Because at the end of the day, he’s the one person in the entire universe who truly knows her; knows her intimately, horribly well, and no matter how many times they may break apart, they’ll always come back together, because yes, he’s the type of man who’ll drive her mad but he’s also the type of man who has all of time and space at the tips of his fingers and yet uses his time machine to come to her flat to apologize by way of a knickknack.) “I love owls,” Clara says very quietly. (The Doctor stares at her, like he understands her words must mean something, but he can’t tell what. He thinks, maybe, that it means he’s forgiven. And he’s not wrong, even if he is missing the larger meaning behind her words.) Clara bites back a smile and ducks her head, studying the tiny porcelain trinket in her hands and when she turns it over, she blinks at the royal-looking French inscription and says, “Wait, the seventeen-eighties? Doctor, did you take this from the Palace of Versailles?” “Er, well, I was there ironing out something with a Slitheen. Kind of pocketed it. I don’t think Marie will mind.” # Clara’s collection only grows from there. A braided owl fob she picked up to put her house keys on. A plush owl she won from a claw machine in nineteen-eighty-four after fighting off an alien in an arcade. A blown-glass paperweight she picked up from a book shop. A set of owl-printed oven mits she unfortunately burned after a failed soufflé. Because, yes, she loves owls and by now she’s learned how to live with the symbolism. (Especially when she’s living in the space between one heartbeat and the next.) # It is Tuesday (or, well, it’s Tuesday somewhere), and Clara Oswald is winding her way through an alien bazaar. She doesn’t look a day over thirty, but she’s well over three-hundred. (How far over three-hundred, she doesn’t quite know. You lose track of silly little things like ages and years when you’re spending your time spinning out across the stars, saving planets and cheating death.) Clara’s only there for things she needs: a change of clothes (hers got a bit burnt after saving that colony on Axmis from the fire trials), goggles to use when repairing her TARDIS’ circuits (she’ll never admit it, but she talks to her old girl as much as the Doctor talked to his), and a new barstool for her ‘diner’ (she’s been missing one ever since she broke the old one over a Dalek. It’s a long story.) But then she spots it, in the stall selling antiques, sitting on a stack of crates right at the level of her eye: A small, white ceramic owl. It’s old and weathered, its paint is scratched and its horns are cracked, but it looks exactly like the very first owl she got, so, so, so many years ago. (For all Clara knows it’s the very same owl. For all she knows, after her death on Trap Street, the ceramic owl and her other belongings were packed up and donated and put in a thrift shop and bought as gifts and eventually passed on in wills as antiques until they now sit, some hundreds of years later, miles and miles and miles away from Earth, on an alien planet, simply waiting for her to find them again. Stranger things have happened. She’s proof of that.) Carefully, Clara picks the owl up, smiling at its glowering beak and the grumpy look in its eyes. (By now he’d have a different face, she knows. But she also knows that thanks to the wonders of time travel, the owlish version of him she knows and loves is still somewhere out there, right now, right this very minute. And maybe, there’s a version of her with that version of him. The thought is comforting.) “It’s a very old antique,” the alien vendor tells her as she runs her fingers over the carved feathers. “Made in the form of some Earthen creature.” “It’s an owl,” Clara tells them, handing over her currency. “An owl,” the vendor repeats, carefully rolling the odd word over its blue tongue. “What’s an owl?” Clara smiles, holds the ceramic close, and she thinks. She thinks of the shade of his eyes and the sound of his voice and the rare curve of his smile and the way he made her laugh, and she is over three-hundred years-old but she’s still an English teacher and she’s still very much aware of the deeper meaning behind the owl and the literary device she’s using as she smiles and says: “It’s something wonderful.”