#huffle speaks

[weirdmixofweirdness]

My Cloak and @huffle-dork order came on the same day, so I’m at maximum happiness.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

I'm sorry you're overstimulated. The feelings will pass I promise!! I hope you feel better soon. Try to get cozy somewhere quiet and ground yourself. You got this!!🩵

Thanks Huffle 💗

I ended up bundling up in me bee-onezie and carrying a squishmallow around with my music, would've been fun to see my brother in if I wasn't so low on spoons

[iheardarumorthings]

IM BEING JESPER FOR HALLOWEEN AND IM SO EXCITED

AS YOU SHOULD BE HUFFLE GET IT

[taldigi]

Mona in back 2 inaba…he’s so cuteeeeeeee and him being a kid makes like 100% sense. he is so little kid coded i love him and I love you for making him such a cutie patootie

thank you!! I love writing and exploring his character! He's got the intelligence to match the other PTs but a severe immaturity- and a large amount of that is just cause.. YEAH! he is just a kid!

What really resonated is that there is a scene ingame where Morgana and Joker are talking, and you can respond in a way that has Morgana be like: "Yeah, but I'd be the older brother" and that charmed me a lot! (And thats really reflected in simester 3 where he's taller than Ren! and he kind of looks like him too! of COURSE he'd fashion his ideal self the way he does!!)

But he's not magically perfect. Now, Mona has to learn to hold things with his new hands, how to take care of himself all over again- to learn to communicate with others or wear clothes! Simultaneously balancing his new freedom as a human and lack of freedom from loosing his cat-self.

Momo's so used to being responsible, but how can he be when he's so frustrated because he can't hold a cup very well? When he has to deal with new emotions and consequences for actions? AND he has to rely on Ren more than ever.

"Being a human is hard!" Morgana howled, his fists balled up tight and pressed firmly to his eyes. He had managed to curl up tight against the wall, shrinking away from his fallen bowl as if it had been filled with poison.

"It's only instant ramen, see- the bowl didn't even break." Ren attempted to soothe, kneeling down to gently scoop the spilled meal back into the bowl- but he was only met with a fitful quiet as Morgana huffled and hiccuped to himself. So, he cleaned in silence, turning over the outburst in his head as he went. He opened his mouth a few times to speak, but closed it soon after- finding his words- his thoughts, slightly too scrambled to articulate. Morgana knew he wasn't in trouble, right? Ren knew his fine motor skills had been warped after he had changed. An overwhelming loss, considering that it had been Morgana who had been the craftiest of the group, most skilled with their hands... Paws? Being a human is hard, huh? Well, he could certainly agree with that. "You can't be magically good at everything, you know." The words came slowly, Ren being careful not to fall into his 'leader' cadence as he spoke. "I know, but..." Morgana hesitated, then emitted a shuddering breath, "You make it seem effortless." Ren cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" "Being.." Morgana shifted, making a gesture vaguely at where the mess had been previously. His expression fell again, "It's.. a lot. It was way easier when all I had to do was make sure you ate and woke up on time." Ren hummed, shifting his position to sit next to the cat-turned-boy, easing his back against the wall with a sigh. His thoughts swam, recalling the many many times he had failed and their results- such as him sprawled out on the floor of the attic after overexerting himself, every time he had tried that damn burger challenge and gotten sick after- or that time he had torn the hell out of his favorite shirt by climbing over the school gate.. and all just to visit Haru on the rooftop while he was supposed to be dead. (Heck, he even failed at that, if you consider it.) "I just... feel stupid," Morgana broke him from his thoughts, "I feel stupid, and awkward, and angry.. frustrated. Wrong." "I think that's normal- to feel that way..." He furrowed his brow, head tilting down to hide his expression behind the glare of his glasses, "I've failed a lot. You will too- and you will, a lot. For the rest of your life." Morgana emitted a displeased grunt. "But those failures all add up, bit by bit, and soon they'll become lived experience. That's part of being human- the big, scary part. Making mistakes. Living with them. Learning from them... learning not to fear them." "Sheesh Joker," A short laugh, and Morgana leaned heavily onto Ren's lap, tears leaving dots on his jeans, "When did you get so smart?" Ren lowered his arm and placed his hand on Morgana's head- gently petting the soft hair. "After I failed to kill god." "We." Morgana corrected, muffled. "S'right. We." Ren paused, pulling a grin, "Then we went on to to kill him twice. Then going on to beat up Dr. Maruki- who was essentially God 2 in a fistfight. You know, usual teenager milestones."

His pat turned rough, mussing up Morgana's hair, "Anyway. Food? Do you wanna remake your ramen?" "Can't" Morgana frowned. "That was the last shrimp one." "How about Aiyas, then?" Ren asked, feeling better as Morgana's expression lifted, "It's been a while, and Kumanda-san just paid me." "I think I'd like that."

[avvail-whumps]

‘guns for hire’ — bedsheets #30

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content warnings: intimate whumper, whumper as caretaker, past injuries, mentioned past strangulation, broken fingers, past punishments, nudity (not sexual), manipulation

Leo woke up to something wet on his forehead.

It was dabbing against the skin gently there, coaxing him out of his slumber, and the secretary could only manage a confused, weak whine as he attempted to shift against whatever was holding him. There was a shushing noise by his ear, and something began brushing his hair back, soothing the sudden spark of panic that had formed in his throat.

He last remembered being in the basement. That dreaded, horrible little place. He then recalled the punishment — his failed attempt to get away from the other mercenaries, and being subjected to their torture for twenty minutes.

Joey had wrapped the cloth around his mouth, pulling and jerking, until Leo couldn’t breathe. The panic had set in, the adrenaline fueled struggles...

His breathing must have picked up again, because the hand in his hair stopped, tilting his head back instead against a shoulder. He felt something behind him; a moving chest, the pleasant rumble of somebody’s voice. His eyes blearily cracked open, and through a blurry vision, he just managed to make out an unfamiliar room.

A soft, tired whimper choked in his throat, and the voice became a little more clearer. He went slack, having not realised he was suddenly so tense and rigid under the gentle touch, sinking into their arms complacently. He opened his mouth to speak the first thought on his mind.

“Roy?”

The figure behind him began stroking a hand through his hair again, keeping it off his clammy forehead. Leo’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, a shuddery little breath escaping his lips.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m here, lion,” he hummed quietly, reaching down to pick up the wet rag again. He felt him press it lightly against his forehead, soaking up all the cold sweat there. Leo could only manage a slurred murmur, trying to make sense of what was going on.

“What’s...” His body tensed as a wheezy cough rattled his lungs, causing a throbbing ache to punch into his muscles. He groaned softly. Roy was leaning against something. Leo couldn’t really tell, but he knew he was sitting on a bed. He was set against Roy’s chest, leaning comfortably against him, legs tangled somewhat within his. There was an arm around his shoulder, tilting him slightly so Roy had better access to his face. Leo’s eyelids fluttered when the rag dabbed considerably against his temple.

“Don’t try to talk move around too much,” the mercenary ordered, but there wasn’t much of a demanding tone. “You’re out of the basement, lion. The others left a while ago. You’re okay now.”

Leo clung desperately onto those words. You’re okay now. I’m okay now.

He sunk into Roy’s warmth, his touch considerate and gentle against his injuries. The cloth was nice against his sore skin, soothing the painful cuts and bruises there. It was mopping up the dried blood too, wiping him of all the dirt and grime.

Leo closed his eyes again.

He didn’t have the energy to speak for a while, but once he did, he tried to make sense of where he was. He didn’t recognise the room at all.

“Where are we?” He whispered, his throat flaring with a horrible dryness. Roy seemed to notice his discomfort, and leaned over the the windowsill besides the bed, picking up a glass of water. His finger gently tilted his head back, and carefully poured the water into his mouth.

Unlike last time, none of it spilled.

Roy was being careful to let him have what he needed, only pulling back when it was all gone. Leo felt it soothe the raw ache in his throat, licking his dried lips eagerly. A soft sigh escaped his lips.

“In my room,” the mercenary answered plainly, picking up the rag again. He felt it flush against his cheek, and he gladly leaned into the nice contact with a huffle. When he registered exactly what he said, his eyes widened in surprise.

“Your—?” He cut himself off, suddenly remembering those rules. This had been one of them. He wasn’t meant to be in here.

“But I...” He struggled to find the right words, fumbling pathetically over them. “But I’m not allowed! I—”

“Shush, lion,” Roy smiled, pressing the rag lightly against his lips. He instantly shut up, frightened eyes meeting his. “The supplies I needed were in here and you were clinging onto me. Wouldn’t let me leave you alone for a second, so I decided to do it here.”

He found himself flushing in embarrassment, but it was quickly overlooked by the sleuth of anxiety creeping its way up his spine. He swallowed uneasily, eyes sliding around the room with a hint of dreaded curiosity.

The room itself wasn’t what he was expecting it to be like.

It was normal.

Like an ordinary room, really, much like his own. There were potted cacti on his shelf by the desk, which was filled with papers and lots of clothbound books. The chair was tucked under and out of the way, giving space to everything else.

A television sat at the end of the bed, mounted on the wall, switched off. To his left on the far side, the wall was made up of closet doors, no doubt leading into all of his clothes. The bed was bigger than his own, likely King sized.

Leo swallowed uneasily, his heart slowing down in his chest slightly. He wondered why Roy had been so adamant he never enter his room. He remembered the severity he’d uttered it with, his eyes cold and dark. It had been a serious rule that he had never wanted to break.

He was broken out of his thoughts when the rag began dabbing his face again, dipping under his jaw to sooth over the bruises there.

“Are you done having a look at everything?” Roy teased, a small smile on the edge of his lips. “I need to fix your face up. Tilt it this way.”

Leo obediently did as he was told.

Roy applied a cool, soothing cream on the bruises and cuts, and the whole time, the secretary kept his eyes closed, simply drowning in the gentle touches. There was something almost therapeutic about the long process, something he didn’t want to end.

Thick, square bandages were smoothed over his face, as well as small little circular plasters for the miniscule cuts. His eyes fluttered open when he felt Roy shift, the arm around his shoulder disappearing. Leo’s weight sunk into him, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

It was relieving to know that the other mercenaries were gone.

It was like this horrible, lung crushing pressure had been alleviated from his chest, calming down his fear-stricken thoughts and reminding him that it was all over now. The punishment was finished. He didn’t have to be hurt like that again.

A sudden thought sprung to mind. Leo had said it a lot, but now that he was here, with Roy patching him up like a stray kitten, he just couldn’t help himself.

“I’m really sorry, Roy,” he whispered softly, his voice laced with sincerity. “I’m sorry for running away.”

The man hummed. “You’ve apologised a lot.”

“I mean it,” Leo sniffled, staring at him intently with glistening eyes. “I know I broke the rules, and I won’t do it again. I just want everything to go back to normal. Please forgive me.”

The man regarded him a look. “Back to normal?” He mused, lip quirking into a smirk. “Do you really mean that?”

Leo nodded his head, wary of his injuries. Too fast and he felt as though the room might go spinning.

“I mean it,” he breathed. “Bran was blocking the hallway, and the front door was the only place I could— I didn’t know where else to go and I didn’t want him to hurt me again. I panicked. I’m sorry.”

“Your punishment is over now, lion,” Roy hummed softly, tucking some hair behind his ear. His finger brushed lightly against the shell, and his stomach involuntarily fluttered. “They were the reason you ran away, weren’t they?”

Leo nodded obediently.

“And now that they’re gone, you won’t try again, right?”

He shook his head.

“I won’t,” he responded automatically. Roy’s finger was gently stroking the shell of his ear now, and Leo would say anything that pleased him if it meant he would keep touching him. Roy hummed, his eyes coy.

“I believe you,” he muttered, and Leo felt a slither of relief in his chest. He believed himself, too. “Now, I’m going to carry you to the bathroom. I’ll fill up the tub and take care of the rest, alright, lion?”

He felt himself smiling. A bath sounded amazing. It sounded really good, and he craved the very idea. “Yes, please.”

The man chuckled, gently cradling him close to his chest as he hefted him into his arms. He clambered off the bed, adjusting his grip when the secretary hissed sharply in pain. He went to grab onto something, but Roy promptly stopped him.

“Watch your fingers,” he warned, causing Leo to go tense. “You wouldn’t want to bash them around, otherwise they won’t heal.”

They were all bandaged together, wrapped up in something tight. He didn’t dare move them, suddenly remembering the crack of the hammer on his bones, and the horric agony that came the next second. He felt Roy opening the bathroom door, one on the third floor he’d only briefly looked inside, and let out a shuddering breath.

“Roy,” he whispered, making the man glance at him briefly. “Why...did you break my fingers? Was that, um, part of the punishment too?”

The mercenary seemed to digest those words. Leo thought for a stomach sinking moment that he was mad for bringing it up, but he finally saw his face break out into a soft laugh, the sound making him look away. He gently set him down on the edge of the tub, leaning over to turn the hot water on.

“I heard you,” he responded, making Leo wince. “On the violin. Do you remember the agreement we made, lion?”

He felt shame creep up his spine. He stared at his bandaged fingers, reminding him of the time they’d been dancing effortlessly along the strings, conducting beautiful pieces. He swallowed the lump in his throat, jerkily nodding his head.

The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom, and Roy glanced at him with an awaiting expression on his face.

“Go on,” he urged. “Tell me.”

Leo gnawed on the inside of his cheek. “When I was recovered enough to cook, then...I could play the violin.”

Roy crouched down, catching his eyes. The secretary didn’t look away this time, glossed over with a look of sincere guilt. He’d gotten carried away by the crippling urge to hear music. To feel that spark of joy it would always bring him again, just one time.

“And did you cook at all, lion?” He drawled, his hands resting on his thighs. Leo stared at them, trying not to fidget under the heat. “Were you allowed to play?”

He tried not to let his bottom lip wobble as he answered.

“No.”

Roy sighed, patting his leg. “I was willing to let it go because I liked what I heard. You’re damn good with that thing. But I couldn’t ignore it when you ran away, lion. That’s why I had to punish you for it.”

His tongue worked on autopilot again. “I’m sorry.”

The man shrugged. “They’re going to take a while to heal. You can show me how sorry you are by making a quick recovery. But without those lot here, I can’t promise you’ll be getting any well cooked meals.”

A sudden thought sprang into Leo’s mind. His eyes glimmered slightly as he grasped it, keeping it close and refusing to let go. His eyes rose back up to hesitantly meet Roy’s, who was now gently tracing shapes against the inside of his thigh. His throat closed up for a moment. What if he was overstepping? What if Roy didn’t like it?

“Uh...” He pathetically fumbled, eyes darting elsewhere nervously. “What if...I help you cook?”

The mercenary raised a brow, and he scrambled to continue.

“I can teach you and tell you what to do,” he spluttered, kicking himself internally to tripping over his own words. “So we don’t have to keep eating porridge everyday. We can do it together.”

“Together?” He hummed.

Leo timidly nodded his head. The man almost let out a chuckle at the expression on his face, before he rose to his feet, gently ruffling his hair.

“Alright, lion. Let’s try it.”

When the tub was filled just below halfway with some extra cold water to take off the burning edge, Leo was slowly helped onto his shaking feet, the soreness spiking up his ankles and legs and everything in between. The mercenary helped him strip, as absolutely mortified as Leo was, before guiding him into the tub. He curled his legs up to his chest, keeping his hands above the water. The man perched on the edge, and gently began washing and rinsing his hair.

Leo closed his eyes and let the gentle scraping sensations on his scalp ease him into a peaceful mindspace, the soft pressure from the showerhead tickling him. Roy soothed the dark bruises Bran’s beating had caused along his sides and ribs, as well as checking that the stitches were still healing properly.

By the time the water was dirty and cold, Leo was helped out of the tub, and wrapped in a comfortable towel. Roy dressed him in fresh clothes, a shirt far too big for him and little shorts, and lay him back down on the bed. He had been expecting to be taken back down to his own room, but Leo didn’t say anything.

The man dried his hair off, and placed a painkiller on his tongue, helping him tip it down with some water.

He was pulling a thin blanket over him by the time Leo was clean, comfortable and satisfied, pushing the damp hair out of his face. He leaned keenly into the touch, a soft hum rumbling in his throat.

“Get some proper rest now, lion,” the man murmured. “The TV remote is there if you wake up bored. Alright?”

Leo nodded his head. “Alright.”

He smiled. “Good boy.”

When Roy closed the door shut behind him, leaving him alone, Leo let out an exhausted sigh. He shifted slightly onto his side, pushing his face into the comfort of the feathered pillow. He couldn’t help but snuggle further into it, chasing the overpowering scent that was covering it.

It smelled like Roy.

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[ninemelodies]

portraits in the attic

Donna is in the console room, tucked under the center console and reading a magazine, when a headline about summer swimwear reminds her of a question she meant to ask the Doctor. The alien in question is tinkering away somewhere underneath the grating. Every now and then, she hears the whir of the sonic, followed by some sort of muttered exclamation. The TARDIS won’t translate, so Donna figures it’s either Gallifreyan or he’s cursing up a storm. It might be both. 

She puts down her magazine and shifts closer to the hole in the grating he had disappeared down. “Doctor?” 

The sonic whirs again, briefly, and then she hears him yell back, “Yes, Donna?” 

He sounds muffled and distant, like he’s further away than should be physically possible. But then again, Donna considers, she’s in a spaceship that’s bigger on the inside. And anyway, what’s a little spatial nonsense between friends? It’s certainly not the weirdest thing she’s seen while traveling with the Doctor. When she doesn’t respond immediately, he starts back up with the sonic, so Donna raises her voice to be heard. “Why is there a swimming pool in the library?” 

Abruptly, the sonic cuts off, and Donna hears the tail end of a huffled laugh. His shoes squeak on the metal as he walks and then he appears at the bottom of the hole, looking up. He climbs halfway up a ladder she hadn’t noticed, until he can comfortably rest his arms on the grated floor. “Where else would the pool be?” 

“In its own room?” Donna asks. “The humidity isn’t good for paper, you know.”

The Doctor waves his hand nonchalantly. “The TARDIS makes sure nothing happens to the books. Besides, all of the books are cataloged and archived in a database, so even if something did happen to the books or the library, they wouldn’t be lost. But if you’re really worried, the humidity is contained and regulated by a thermo-” 

Donna cuts him off. “Yeah, yeah, Spaceman. The TARDIS keeps them safe, that’s all you had to say. You don’t have to go all techno on me. You know I can hardly understand you when you start babbling.” The Doctor’s face flickers with something like disapproval, but before he can speak whatever thought just skittered across his mind, Donna asks, “Was it always in the library?” 

“No,” the Doctor admits. “It used to have its own room, but I had to jettison it.” 

“You can just get rid of rooms?” 

“In a pinch, I can eject or destroy pieces of the tardis for a power boost,” the Doctor confirms. “Destroying them allows for more of the TARDIS’s power to be directed elsewhere. Ejecting rooms…” the Doctor tilts his head as he considers how best to explain exactly how launching rooms from the TARDIS is an advantage. “Weeeell,” he drawls, “Since we’re talking about a swimming pool anyway. You know how swimmers will push off from the wall to get a boost?” When Donna nods, he continues. “It works very similar to that. It's Newton's third law at work, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Simply put, the room goes one way, and the TARDIS goes the other." He puts the sides of his hands together with his index fingers extended and then mimes them pushing off each other into opposite directions. “Very handy if you need a boost without attracting attention from scanners. I try not to do it very often because, somehow, I always end up needing the room I got rid of immediately after.” 

“Okay…” Donna shifts and draws her legs underneath her so that she is sitting cross-legged. The shift in her position has her leaning forward a bit, closer to the Doctor. “That part makes sense, but wouldn’t it have been better to launch the pool with the rest of the room? Otherwise the TARDIS would’ve had to launch the room and move the pool at the same time, right?” 

The Doctor gives her one of his half smiles. It tells her that she’s right, but the way his eyes are focused on something just past her shoulder also tells her that he’s miles away, thinking about something else. 

“Oi,” Donna calls. When she doesn’t get a response, she leans forward and gently flicks his forehead. “Hello? Earth to Martian.” 

That gets his attention. The Doctor’s eyes snap to her face, and Donna is not surprised at the depth of sadness in them. Most of the time, The Doctor looks more like an excited child than he has any right to, but sometimes, like now, when he starts thinking about the past, Donna can see each and everyone of his 900 plus years layered in his eyes. The sadness drags him down and down, until even Donna feels like she could drown in it. He grabs her wrist while she is distracted and pulls her hand away from his face.  

“On Messaline, I told you that I had been a father before.” He lets go of her wrist and she tucks both hands in between her legs. “I was more than that, I was a grandfather, at one point. My granddaughter, her name was Susan. She was my first companion.” The Doctor swallows thickly and looks away from Donna's face. “I taught her how to swim in that pool. She loved that pool. Out of every room in the TARDIS, that was the one she chose for herself.” The Doctor stops, takes a deep shuddering breath and runs a hand through his hair. “Didn’t feel right to just get rid of it.”

Donna watches him carefully, watches as his face smooths out and tears collect in his bottom lashes, so close to spilling over. He looks away and wipes his eyes and Donna pretends not to notice. “Do you do that for all your companions?” When he looks at her, brows furrowed, she expands. “Do you always remember stuff about them like that? Their favorite rooms and stuff?” 

And though the Doctor no longer has tears on his face, the sadness in his eyes and in the lines of his face lingers. “Oh, yes.” He whispers. His smile is so soft and tender. It's heartbreaking to see. “Every single one of them. I know you humans have this idea that you’re not important, that you’re such a small part of the universe and of my life that you’re nothing more than a blip or a speck, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I carry each of them with me, all the time, in here.” The Doctor taps his temple with his index finger, before moving his hand down to rest over one of his hearts. “And in here. Every one of them has been more important than they realized.”

“Did you love them?” It might be an odd question, but Donna knows that the Doctor loved Rose, and even Martha, in his own way. 

The Doctor tucks his hand into the crook of his elbow and rests his arm on the grating. He leans his head into the palm of his other hand and stares at Donna. “Yes,” he confirms. “All of them. I didn't love all of them the same, of course, but I did, yes.” 

When she had asked about the pool, Donna wasn’t expecting it to lead to this. She wasn’t sure why the Doctor was being so willing to answer her questions right now, or why he was revealing so much about his past. Normally, the Doctor kept his most painful memories close to his chest, locked tight and sealed until they absolutely couldn’t be contained anymore. He revealed more in moments of duress and strife than at any other time, yet, here he was, answering Donna truthfully and honestly. 

Maybe he had listened when she told him that he talked too much but said too little. 

The openness in his eyes was beginning to make her uncomfortable, and she wasn’t sure she would like the answers she would get if she continued down this line of questioning. She decided to give him, and herself, a way out. “So what does that make me then? The big, useless, ginger house cat?” 

The Doctor shakes his head and sighs. “I keep telling you you’re special, one day you’re going to believe me.” 

“In your dreams, Spaceman.” 

Before the Doctor can reply, the TARDIS gives a sickening lurch. Donna's hand shoots out to grasp the edge of the console to keep herself from falling forward. The Doctor is not so lucky. He jerks back, slamming his spine into the far edge of the hole he was standing in. He lets out a pained groan and leans forward to rest his forehead against the floor. 

Once the TARDIS settles, Donna hesitantly releases her death grip on the console. “Doctor? You ok?” 

He gives a brief thumbs up before he lifts his head from the floor. “I think that’s my cue to go finish those repairs. She's a little upset that I've left one of the stabilizers unplugged this long.” 

And now that he’s mentioned it, Donna can feel a vague sense of irritation sitting just on the edge of her mind. When she turns her attention to it, the feeling fades into something soft and warm. “She's only upset with you,” She snorts. “She adores me.” 

The Doctor rolls his eyes. “She's my ship, you can’t gang up on me like this!” He protests. 

“Maybe if you didn’t hit her with a mallet!” Donna shoots back. 

“Maybe if she’d behave I -” The TARDIS zaps him in retaliation. The Doctor jerks his hand away from the grating with a yelp and shakes out the remaining tingles. “Alright! I’m going!” He backs down the ladder with a sour look on his face. Just before he disappears from view completely, he looks back up at Donna. “You know that -” He cuts off abruptly, shakes his head and keeps climbing down. He opens his mouth, like he is going to say something, before he shakes his head and keeps climbing down. 

Donna watches him walk into the depths of the TARDIS again and figures that’s the end of the conversation, for now, until the Doctor has finished whatever tinkering he was doing. She retrieves her magazine that she abandoned, tucks herself back under the console and lets the humming of the TARDIS and the Doctor’s unintelligible muttering wash over her. 

It was a funny old world on the TARDIS, she mused. The Doctor hadn’t been lying, but there wasn’t another place she’d rather be.

[shiftingwithleah]

About my DR/DR update

Hi guys! I saw @hoesindifferentshows doing this for their percy jackson DR and it inspired me to do one for my Harry Potter DR.

My name in this DR is Julia Prince. It was previlously "Harris", but I thought that it was too common among muggles and it'd cause me trouble. I chose this surname based on the list of the sacred 28 on the fandom's wiki, the last known "Prince" was Snape's mom before she married Snape's dad.

I have a older brother named Elijah Prince. He's got an owl named Merlin!

My parents are former death eaters. After my brother was born and Voldemort was defeated, they put on an effort to change their beliefs and raise my brother and I with a different view of the world. Unfortunaly, since we run in the same circles as the others death eaters, we need to pretend that we're biggots to like, survive.

Speaking of which, Voldemort didn't kill Harry's parents. He tried, he knew the prophecy, but the order of the phoenix was faster and defeated him before he could succeed. But he's going to come back just like in the books and Harry still is the chosen one bc of said prophecy.

After Voldemort returns, my parents will have to serve him again, you guys know the guy, if they didn't me and Elijah were going to be murdered.

Before I thought about this backstory, I was going to be a hufflepuff (my og house), but can you guys imagine Voldemort finding out about this? "what about your daughter?" "oh, she's a huffle..." "AVADA...."

The Slytherin boys are going to be in this DR (obv), but they're trying their hardest to overcome their parents beliefs and not be POS.

Even tho we grew up kinda together, I was not close to them bc I knew who their parents were, my brother was the one who talked to them more. This changed after the events of second year, where all the slytherins were being targed bc of the "heir of slytherin" thing.

Hogwarts will be like a high school, starting at 14/15 yo till 22 yo (?).

this DR is kinda of modern. it'll be set in the 2010's, but since technology doesn't work at Hogwarts, the school will have the same old vibe. I just want to see how the wizards will navigate muggle technology, plus I can't live without my songs.

I'll wake up one week before the start of third year, just because I want to go to diagon alley and see if I can have a raven instead of a owl.

My patronus is a St. Bernard dog! (pottermore said so)

I think this is it? I probally forgot something. Let me know if you have any suggestions! (Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is a bitch)

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love Of Fic: February 20

Didn’t get a lot of time this week, but here’s a sampling of what I enjoyed!

🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!

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MARCUS PIKE

Tally Marks Part 1 and Part 2 by @huffle-pissed 🪐 Kay’s back at the soulmates (a trope I looooovvvvve) and this time it’s with Mr. Perfect Boyfriend. There are a lot of near misses here, and it takes a little while for them both to accept that it’s happening....but then they long for it and can’t seem to have it until.... It’s so sweet and fluffy y’all. 

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DIN DJARIN

Competing For Christmas 7: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by @something-tofightfor  Christmas hasn’t hit the town of Mistletoe just yet, although some more Mandalorians have and the final hours for Din and reader are on. Ugh, it hurts my heart to see them count it down, force themselves to prepare for separation, even amidst the big celebrations. Aaaaand yet again Rachael has left us on a cliffhanger and I can’t wait to see how she wraps this one up....

Simple Gifts by @writeforfandoms If Din came wandering into my shop time and time again, I’m not sure I’d have the ability to hold myself back. But would I give him discounts and gifts? Hells yes. Would I be able to not hold the baby? Hells no. Would I beg him to take me away with him? Uh...sorry, I got carried away by this wonderful dream of a fic...

Not Going Anywhere by @haylzcyon  I do love a quiet and soft Din, one that won’t speak his feelings but you know he has big ones boiling just beneath the beskar. I wouldn’t give a womp rat’s ass if my bed was uncomfortable if I got to share a ship with him. And I certainly wouldn’t care if my bed was uncomfortable if I got to share the bed with him either....

Corner Booth by @magpie-to-the-morning  I love soft sex worker fics, the kind where the reader isn’t hardened, just charmed by the man they’re working on, someone sweet and respectful. And have I mentioned that I love a sweet, shy, respectful Din? That I yearn for him? This fic...it gives me all the yearns.

SPECIAL GUEST STAR FENNEC SHAND

From There to Here by @artemiseamoon 🪐 Arte’s gonna make my year whumptastic with her Year of Whump challenge. She’s starting off strong with Fennec needing medical care and being forced to take in the company of someone from her past...

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[pluralmedia]

Hi, I'm unsure whether a ~15 hour game is something anyone here (if there is more than one mod?) would be willing to go through, but from my watching of partial playthroughs Slay The Princess' main character/player character seems to be plural(/inevitably becomes plural through the storyline of the game, regardless which route(s) you complete). However, I will say neither the wiki nor anything else I've seen seems to acknowledge this. Speaking as plural myself, it comes across as "character accidentally written as plural." I'm speaking somewhat vaguely here to avoid spoilers, but can follow up if wanted with supporting evidence.

Huffled around steam reviews and did find indication the main character is likely experiencing plurality (repeated mentions of the MC experiencing voices that act personlike in behavior)

The player has been added, thanks!

[cthonicascendant]

How do special interests work in your system? Do you all share them, or have individual ones? Or a mix of both?

Speaking of, what are some of y'all's special interests?

Do you stim? Do you share stims or do different members have different ones?

Do you remember your first special interest? What was it?

«ok, this got a bit long because most of our current pilots wanted to share, so i'm gonna put this under a cut.»

How do special interests work in your system? Do you all share them, or have individual ones? Or a mix of both?

«it's a bit of a mix. some of them are shared between a few hivemates, others seem to be individual things? for the most part we lean towards collecting items related to our special interests, or learning about them (which is really just collecting knowledge lol).»

Speaking of, what are some of y'all's special interests?

«one of mine is marshmallow peeps. specifically the yellow chicks; i don't care about any of the other colours, flavours, or shapes. i will, however, accept gifts of peep chick shaped items regardless of colour because most of the non-marshmallow items feature the bunny for some stupid reason. i don't know why; it's called a peep, bunnies do not go peep.»

yarn an yarncraft5 haVent engaged vvith that one much recently becau5e it5 been too fuckin hot to knit much an the yarn keep5 5tickin to my 5kin but al5o axolotl5 5eahor5e5 really ju5t aquatic life in general if you vvant to make me happy take me to an aquarium i dont remember a lot a fact5 about the animal5 i ju5t like vvatchin them an pettin if there5 a touch tank

Tarot in ∫pecific and cartomancy in general! :) We have a ∫mall collection of deck6, pretty much all from Crow and Void∫ong'6 attempt6 to learn how to read tarot card6, and I would like to add more when we have the money for ∫uch thing6 again. My favourite out of the one6 we have i6 the Alleyman'6 Tarot - it remind6 me of my "eclectic" deck from my ∫ource, ∫ince that deck wa6 al∫o a mixmatch of card6 of variou6 provenance.

>.architecture. .i unfortunately do not get to indulge in this one much because it bores the others. .one of my favorite eras of earth architecture is art nouveau; it's very elegant. .we didn't really have anything like it back in the alternian empire.<

Quantum physics. - Harry

Do you stim? Do you share stims or do different members have different ones?

«we do stim! though we tend to have different stims. mine tend to be vocal in nature. one of my main ones is saying "meep meep mareep". or just singing. another one i have is rubbing soft, fuzzy things against my face.»

mine tend to be more phy5ical although i do al5o 5ing a5 a 5tim othervvi5e i do like knuckle crackin thumpin my fi5t5 again5t my che5t or ju5t uh 5hiftin my vveight back an forth if i got mu5ic on i tend to bop to the rhythm one a my more problematic 5tim5 i5 5mokin or Vapin

Card ∫huffling for me. It'6 very ∫oothing.

>.i don't really stim, myself.<

I also am not much for stimming. If I do it's generally something discreet like rubbing my hands together, or crossing my arms tightly while rubbing the fabric of my shirt between my fingers. - Harry

Do you remember your first special interest? What was it?

«the earliest one i can remember is sailor moon, but that's probably not the first one? but i was absolutely obsessed. made an entire notebook of facts about the sailor senshi, had my own little fanpage, turned in fanfic for creative writing assignments...»

ab5olute earlie5t one i can remember i5 the mighty duck5 both the moVie5 an the hockey team vve eVen had a paul kariya action figure an vve taped up nevv5paper clippin5 of picture5 an 5core5 aboVe our bed an had tradin card5 vve vvould a been about 3 or 4 vvhen the fir5t moVie came out an the hockey team vva5 5tarted 5o that i5 hone5tly probably the fir5t one

Thi6 one i6 of cour∫e purely exomemory ba∫ed, ∫ince I've been here all of a week, but computer6! Specifically thing6 like programming and hacking. Unfortunately a lot of my knowledge didn't tran∫fer over, or I can't remember it, ∫o it'6 taken a back ∫eat for now.

>.still architecture. .lmao.<

Tinkering, I suppose. One of my earliest memories is of disassembling and fixing a broken radio we had when I was small. (This would be what one might call an exomemory, although from my perspective it's just a regular memory.) I still like taking things apart and putting them back together, preferably with improvements. - Harry

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[iheardarumorthings]

... would you in theory write a Alina x fem!reader for me

my Alina simping is growing in parallel with my excitement for season 2 lmao

absolutely

no questions asked

yes

[ldrfanatic]

speak nowww

Slytherin Boys as Speak Now Songs

*in perspective of their relationship with you AND their personality. and why*

here's speak now (tv ofc), 1989 is on the way; which taylor swift album should i do next?

(mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, theo nott, lorenzo berkshire)

slytherin boys masterlist works

mattheo riddle as Better Than Revenge

best lyric(s) - "she should keep in mind there is nothing I do better than revenge" + "she underestimated just who she was stealing from"

explanation - so, as stated in ttpd version (here), mattheo has a lot of pent up frustration and anger. so he's really good at getting back at people. especially when he gets into a relationship with a partner he really cares about and they ask him not to be mean or attack people for no reason. then he has to channel all his efforts into just getting back at people who bother him. (even though sometimes bothering him is just looking at him even slightly sideways).

w/ his partner - with his partner, mattheo has absolutely no regrets or qualms about being an absolute menace to society. since he began dating them, he's been much less volatile than his normal self, but whenever people get a little too cocky and do absolutely anything at or to you, all bets are off. then mattheo feels that its necessary to step up and remind people that he's still the dark lord's son and he will be the dark lord's son if he has to.

draco malfoy as Speak Now

best lyric(s) - "don't say yes, run away now, ill meet you when you're out" + "horrified looks from everyone in the room but i'm only looking at you"

explanation - I feel like draco is the kind of guy who would totally 1000% crash your wedding if you were ever marrying someone other than him. (*I just read this theo fic abt him crashing readers wedding, ill try and find it and link it here*) But anyways, he would totally crash your wedding. like at first he would feel really bad for even thinking about it but then he would legit just stroll into the chapel like "you can't marry him, you're supposed to marry me" even if he like never mentioned anything about his feelings for you. he mentioned them in his way aka glaring at you slightly less intense than he does everyone else. how could you not notice that he was in love with you?

w a partner - def more silly and cute than anything, but i like to think that when you first started dating (esp if youre a gryff or a huffle) draco would make it his personal mission to embarrass the hell out of you by saying the most out of pocket things in front of like the other slytherins or just in the middle of class as loudly as possible. he just likes to see the little blush on your cheeks whenever he says something that he most definitely should not be saying out loud.

theodore nott as Electric Touch

best lyric(s) - "all I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life" + "I'm tryin hard not to look like I'm trying"

explanation - theo is that guy thats scared of commitment. (sorry to all the theo girlies me included but we gotta admit it at some point). it's not that he doesn't care about his partner, it's just that he's terrified of commitment. there's way too much that could go wrong. he learned very early on that you could do everything right, love someone completely, treat them wonderfully, and then they could just die. but bc his mother passed at such a young age he has a very distorted point of view on this because in his head, he's like but what if they just die???

w/ a partner - that being said, when theo finds that person that's like the one for him, he wants to commit so bad. and he puts all of his effort into it, like he'll call you his girlfriend, he'll spend an exorbitant amount of money on you, he'll even buy you a damn ring, but he won't let you get emotionally close to him. and it kind of freaks him out when he finds himself wanting you to know him in that way. when you finally confront him about one day and he's like, what if you just like died?? and you're just sitting there across from him like '...'

theo, wtf? i'm not just gonna like keel over one day.

after that he kind of lets you in a little and after a few months when he's sure you're not just gonna suddenly fall over, then he's completely fine and continues on like nothing ever happened. (its a little amusing in the hindsight of it all)

lorenzo berkshire as Dear John

best lyric(s) - "don't you think 19's too young to be played by your dark twisted games" + "cause you burned them out, but I took your matches before fire could catch me"

explanation - I don't think it's really talked about enough how much emotional support that enzo needs. his own family aside, he still grew up around death eaters and that surely cannot be healthy for a guy. so when he finally is an adult, i like to think that he looked into some kind of therapy option wizard, muggle, or otherwise. i think that he probably also struggled a little with the friends that he lost during the entire ordeal that he wishes he could've saved (almost like survivor's guilt)

w a partner - so when it comes to a partner, i really think that he needs someone who sees him. that's really important to him that he's with someone that he could just let go with and not have to worry about always being either grinning or stonefaced. He'd like to be able to feel his entire range of emotions without hindrance and he's only really gonna feel safe to do that with a partner.

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4.25.24

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[not-john-watsons-blog]

Top cursed pictures for the Bohrap or Queen guys 😊

Oh boy.

Freddie:

Brian:

Roger:

John (idk if this is technically cursed but I adore it)

Rami:

Ben:

Gwil:

Joe (this was a hard one but I died when I saw this)

Also, some other ones that I love...

[comeontaylorspeaknow]

90% of the time when Taylor says 'Honey' it isn't good!

[innocent-angel3]

I'm feeling soft (blame @huffletrax XD)

@immabethehero @jasmineon @musical-in-theory @septicwhovian97 @beerecordings and everyone else in the community, I love you guys never change💚