#it's clean dust dw

[inksandpensblog]

[brute-forces file folder open] "are you TRYING to get caught?!"

This isn't referencing any specific scene or future plans for the No Good Deed series; in all honesty I just out of nowhere got this image in my head of Dark peering at Orange through his chains, and I decided I simply had to draw it.

Of, course, a setup like that needed context. My initial idea was that Dark did it out of an attempt to alleviate his own boredom. It wouldn't be out-of-character for him, I've already had him mess around with them in other goofy ways ^_^

But then I thought "hey what if I made it dramatic" so I did that instead and now it's got symbolism XD

The two of them have a lot of ground to cover before they reach the point we saw them at in the birthday special.

[quietwingsinthesky]

im going to have to restart this episode because i got too invested in sweeping instead of paying attention. but what did make it through was that all the dialogue about amy being pregnant is. weird.

[mountainficss]

yes. I keep coming back. now.. as much as I LOVOFOVOOVOROVRLOVE soft wonwoo, I am also a strong believer on how he would just absolutely love to manhandle you and pin you against any wall or flat surface if u piss him off, CONSIDERING HIS HEIGHT TOO ??? omg meany rough wonwoo + fucking u against a wall smut ??? (OMG & DW ABT THE RESPONSE TIME IM GRATEFUL U EVEN RESPOND !!!)

- 🦈

!! mentions of: mean!wonwoo, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation, multiple orgasms

THANKS SM FOR BEING SO PATIENT AND UNDERSTANDING ILY TO DEATH ANON <3333 also i totally agree i think wonwoo can be a meanie if he really wants to.

i think it would take a lot to piss wonwoo off though. he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to have a short temper, i feel like you’d have to test his patience for hours for him to get upset with you. maybe you’d feel him up while he’s in the kitchen, walking up behind him and running your hands up his shirt. you’d press little kisses to the nape of his neck, slightly grazing your fingertips under the waistband of his sweats. he’d groan quietly, leaning into your touch only to have you pull away! you’d give some excuse that you had to clean or do laundry, leaving him in the kitchen all hot and bothered.

you’d prance around the apartment wearing a crop top while you clean, which happened to be wonwoo’s favorite shirt of yours. he’d catch glances of your midriff as you lift your arms to dust and would stare at your ass when you bent over to wipe the low coffee table. the way your shorts hugged your ass would make his hard-on worse, and he’d inhale deeply as he tries to push his dirty thoughts away.

after dinner he’d get on his computer and play games with his friends, somewhat forgetting about the boner he’s had all day. but then you’d come waltzing in, moving one side of his headset off his ear so you can whisper the dirtiest things to him. that would be his last straw, shooting up from his desk chair and completely discarding his headset. he’d grab you by the wrists, pulling you in for a messy kiss as he backs you into the wall. he’d spin you around clumsily, roughly biting your neck and shoulders as he pulls your shorts down. you’d be pressed firmly against the wall, feeling wonwoo’s bare cock against you as he pushes down his sweats and boxers in one go. he’d fuck you open with two fingers from behind, being kinda mean to you in the process! saying things like:

“you’re a brat. i’ve been hard all day because of you.”

“if you wanted to fuck me so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

“you don’t even deserve to feel me after all the teasing you did today.”

you’d whine and plead for him to fuck you, and he honestly wouldn’t need any convincing in the first place. he was gonna fuck you whether you deserved it or not. you felt him sliding his cock up and down your slit, pushing in slowly as you let out lewd pants. your hands would be pressed against the wall firmly, his large body practically towering over yours as he uses his strength to keep you in place. no matter how much you squirm against him wonwoo wouldn’t let up, allowing you no escape as his cock bullies your sweet spot. it would just feel so good to have wonwoo using all his strength to keep you pinned in place and fuck you dumb. he wouldn’t stop until you’ve cum multiple times on his cock and your legs are struggling to hold you up. even when your weak limbs feel like they’re about to give out wonwoo will just hold you in his arms and keep you upright, fucking you like a little doll :(

and through it all his headset would still be on, so his friends probably hear every nasty moan and whine coming from the both of you </333

[etherfraisie]

New Birthdays

Caleb x fem!Reader

summary: You've been so busy in the association lately that you forgets what today's suppose to be.

words: 1.739

tags: fluff, domestic fluff (kinda), they're dating, crying, comfort, birthday fluff, birthday cake, Caleb made the birthday cake (it's good tho dw), a lot of pipsqueak mentioned.

author's note: this is heavily self-indulgent, i hope you don't mind. happy reading!

“Caleb? What are you doing here?” The girl had just left the Hunters Association building. She’s about to take a turn to the bus stop before she spots a familiar face, one she has memorized every bump and line.

“Hey, Pipsqueak! You didn’t think I’ll forget the special day, did you? I’m hurt that you think so lowly of me.” Caleb clenches his chest with his hand, feigning pain. 

Although she wants to pinch his cheek for his theatrics, his words catch her attention more. “Special day? What are you talking about?”

At her response, Caleb looked at his beloved in shock. They stand there for a while, each questioning whatever the hell the other is talking about. Not wanting the awkwardness to marinate, Caleb clears his throat. “Funny joke, Pipsqueak, but I'm a veteran at your pranks so I won't fall for it.”

“Caleb, I’m being serious.” She has this determined look on her face. One that made Caleb realize that she actually forgets what today is supposed to be. Which then gives Caleb the idea to just let her be in the dark for now, to sustain the element of surprise.

“It’s nothing. Come on, let’s go home. You must be tired from how much work you have to do these past few days.” Caleb ruffles her hair before urging her to get into his car.

“You’re suspicious!”

“Nope, you’re imagining things.”

The car ride to her apartment isn’t quiet. It’s never quiet, actually. It’s usually filled with silly banter or her telling him what she’s been up to the past few days. On a rare occasion, Caleb would tell her about his mission that he concluded a few weeks ago. But today it’s filled with her urging Caleb to tell her what he’s planning behind her back. Caleb responds with a ruffle of her hair, wiping down her face with his hand, and a short “you’ll see soon enough.”

And soon enough she did see. Her apartment has been cleaned thoroughly. Not a speck of dust in sight. She looks up to Caleb in awe, her eyes demanding for a reason. “You said the association has been packed with extra work in the past week and I know you’re barely able to take care of yourself because of that. So I thought I’d come here to make sure everything is nice and clean.”

“Caleb…” She turns around to face him. His face is beaming with a golden glow, proud of another successful attempt at taking care of his beloved. But it quickly turns to worry as he notices tears streaming down her eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, Pipsqueak? Did I do something wrong? Is this not a good time?” Caleb wipes the tears streaming down her face, but no matter how quick he does it, another line of tears quickly replaces the previous wiped ones. She tries to speak but it only comes out as hiccups and sniffles.

Caleb then pulls her head into his chest. Letting her cry into his shirt, staining it. He doesn't mind, he can wash it later anyways. He pats the back of her head softly and occasionally kisses the crown of her head. “Shhh, It’s fine, you don’t have to talk.”

They stayed like that for a while until her cries turned into small sniffles. When she finally calms down, he pulls her back and holds her cheeks with both his hands. “Feeling better, Pip?”

“Yeah…” she says barely above whispers.

“How about you take a bath? I’ll prepare it for you, wait a bit.”

She plops herself down on the couch as Caleb goes to the bathroom. Running water can be heard not long after. As she waits, she wipes her face from any tears and snots left. Soon after, Caleb came out of the bathroom. “Bath’s ready, Pip.”

“Will you join me?” she says quietly, tugging at his shirt.

But what is Caleb if not a man with the strongest self-restraint known to humanity? He has his priorities straight after all. “I’d love to, Pip, but I still have stuff to prepare for you.”

“What else could possibly occupy you so much that you neglect me?” she pouts. Her choice of words caught him off guard and he started laughing. His laugh never fails to make her feel better.

“I’m not neglecting you, Pipsqueak.” he says in a reassuring tone and softly pinches her cheek. “Dinner’s on me tonight and I have prepared your favorite dish. But I still have a last minute preparation to do.”

“Ugh, fine.” She slumps her way to the bathroom.

“How about I’ll dry your hair for you after?”

“Deal! No backing out now, Caleb!” She’s now more eager to get into the bath.

At that, Caleb starts to set the table for their dinner together and makes last preparations for their dinner. Caleb was humming a tune when she came to the kitchen with a towel draped over her head. The delicious smell of her beloved’s cooking engulfing the whole room. “I’m starving!” she says as she pulls a chair to sit at the dinner table.

“Now, hold on, let me dry your hair first.” Caleb grabs the towel over her head. He’s about to grab a hairdryer before she calls out to him.

“Don’t use the hairdryer.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too noisy. Just wipe it with a towel, please?”

“Alright, Pip.” he says softly. He starts to gently rub her scalp. “How’s your day?”

“Not really great. There was an unexpected fluctuation in the middle of our mission, we were ambushed by a group of wanderers.”

“Did you get injured?” Caleb’s tone is laced with worry.

“Nope! But my body is so sore.” 

“I can massage you after dinner.” 

She then turned around to face him. “Why are you doing all this?”

“What do you mean? I’ve always taken care of you.” Caleb reaches for the ends of her hair, wiping the last excess of water.

“Yeah, but today feels different. You suddenly came to Linkon, cleaned my apartment, and you’re pampering me a lot more than usual.”

Caleb just chuckles. He put away the towel in his hands, and hung it to dry on the balcony. “Let’s eat. Aren’t you starving?” he says as he sits across from her.

“You’re not gonna answer me, aren’t you?”

“Hurry up, Pipsqueak, before the food goes cold.”

Dinner goes by with her trying to pressure Caleb, but he just won’t surrender. So now she just gives up and talks about other things. She told him why the association has been very busy lately, that there was a case her team had to deal with, and the extra workload occupying her daily routine so much that they skipped their daily calls for a few days. Caleb doesn’t mind it though. Well, he did, to some extent, but she had warned him about the case she’s handling a week before so that he won’t have to wait for her if she weren’t picking up his calls.

She tells him that the case isn’t done yet. There’s still some places she has to investigate and some reports she has to make. But the dark circle under her eyes tells him that she’s exhausted. How could she not? This has been going on for a week and she still has a few more extra work for the next few days. Caleb wishes nothing more but to be able to help her lift the burden. But he knows better than anyone else of how stubborn she is. She’d insisted that she can do it alone or she has her teammates to help, hence why he came to Linkon today. He’d rather take the initiative and help her around her house for the day. That and one other thing his beloved seems to forget.

When they’re both done with their dinner, Caleb takes both of their plates and puts it in the sink. She was about to stand up when Caleb called out to her. “Wait up, Pip. I have a dessert for you.”

“Really?” She beams up.

“Yeah, but I want you to close your eyes first.”

“Is that really necessary?” She looks at him annoyed.

“Yes, or else I’ll just eat this dessert myself.”

“Fine!” She sat back down on her chair, her hands covering her face.

“No peeking!”

“I won’t.” She can hear his movement as he moves around the kitchen. She then hears something being placed in front of her, followed by Caleb telling her to open her eyes.

In front of her right now is a cake. One that is decorated in a simple manner. The base of the cake is in her favorite color. There’s not much icing on it, but she doesn’t mind, she’s not much of a sweet tooth after all. On top of the cake, there’s two candles and just below the candles, there’s a letter in Caleb’s handwriting that says ‘Happy Birthday, Love :)’

That’s when the realization kicks in. This is what he meant by special day. She’s been so busy at the association that she forgets today is her birthday. She looks up to Caleb in disbelief. “Happy birthday, Pip. I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you last year, but I promise I will never miss a single birthday from now on.”

“You remembered.” Of course he did, this is Caleb we’re talking about.

“Make a wish, Pip.” He pushed the cake closer to her. She closes her eyes, makes a wish, and then blows the candles. Caleb claps his hands and then reaches over to kiss her temple.

“Here’s to another year together.” Caleb says as he presses his forehead to hers.

“Thank you for all of this, Caleb.” She leans forward to kiss his lips which made Caleb chuckles.

“It’s all in a day’s work, Love. Now let’s cut the cake.” He pulls back to reach for the cake knife.

“Is this why you’re suddenly in Linkon?” she asks him as he cuts the cake and puts it on a plate for her to eat.

“Yup. Thought I’d help you take care of the place since I know how you are when you’re busy with work.”

“Did you also make the cake yourself?”

“I did! Did you like it?”

“It looks so silly.”

“You’re so mean, Pipsqueak.” Caleb pouts to her which she laughs at.

“I’m joking! The cake is perfect, thank you so much, Love.” 

[dustcrumbs]

Ppl asking Dust why he got bandaids all over his face n stuff and he’s just like.

“Oh dw horror was just teething.” Or smth (horror cobbled the shit out of him.)

He'd lick the bites after, too. So Dust had to wipe his face with a towel to get the saliva off before anythin'

Course Horror would whine when Dust gets up to clean himself up, like vro!! Where u going?? :(

[cannibalisticskittles]

actually, i am afraid of taking this out and possibly being unable to put it back. and it seems like the standard advice is to use compressed air on this anyway, which i do not currently have. so. i will try to obtain some compressed air later so that I'm only taking out this fan once and thus reduce the odds that I'm going to be unable to put it back, and for now, just... take a q-tip to what I can reach until it stops coming out with clumps of dust and hope that at least helps a little bit.

started.... hearing my computer fans more. which i know is often very normal and the fans of my last computer were... quite loud. chugging along. but when i first put this computer together, the fans were absolutely dead silent when you first turned it on. the fact that they're no longer silent worries me a little

I've tried cleaning up a bit, but it's still the same. the back fan has like... a filter? i'm going to try to take apart the back and see if i can... clean that a bit more from the other side? and hope that i don't break something

[vmpssd]

more bill brainrot since you're okay with it :) (i think so anyway)

now, I don't really know what scenario to place this in- maybe he's starting to warm up more (physically, emotionally??) or maybe he's helping around your home, I don't know man, D:

he's been really helpful recently, helping with the laundry scattered in the living room, helping to dust some cobwebs in more shaded areas, and other areas of housework.

you couldn't be more thankful for him being so good, lately. it just made your heart warm from seeing him being such a positive influence within you.

you hum whilst drying some dishes, drying them down with a towel while bill takes the dried plates and puts them away, finishing up with your cleaning and with bill putting the last plate away, you smile at him.

"thank you again billy, you've been such a good help, taking such a load off my back."

bill coughs. his yellow color turning red just underneath his eye like blush. his eye averts you, trying to brush it off.

"i'm so good aren't i? the best. you couldn't even think of someone better!"

"mhm, always the best, sweetheart. so good for mommy."

there's something about the way a shiver creeps all the way across bill's body that feels so unreal, even for him. there's a slight, glitched gasp that emits from him at the word 'mommy' that he doesn't seem to register the effect it also has on his body.

bill feels himself heating up considerably fast, a low whine floating through his (non-existent??) mouth. it's not long before you feel him attach himself closer to you, whispering (almost in embarassment) for you to keep talking, just, keep talking.

so you do. "awwh, mommy made you all flustered, billy? so cute. maybe there's a way to make you even more red than you are now."

bill won't admit this (atleast not in this very moment) but he can't deny the pleasure that soars through him that causes his legs to twitch and shake.

he's breathing really heavy now, his eye half-lidded and solely focused on you. watching the way you smile, how your lips curve, that sensual look in your eyes, the way how your body is positioned, just looking down at him like that. (he's in love with it, infatuated, even.)

so when you bend down, pick up his slightly trembling form, and start planting kisses all over him, smearing your lipstick across his body, he can't bring himself to formulate words. let alone a sentence.

he feels the way your lipstick-stained lips glide across his body, the whispers and promises you tell him, the swipe of your tongue and drag of your teeth over his more sensitive zones. oh-ho-ho, he's done for.

"what do you think, billy? should we go back to our room and finish this there? mommy has so much planned with you.."

bill has never made a deal so fast in his life.

(...AAAAAAAA IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD OR SOMETHING, I DIDNT REALLY KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS BUT I HOPE ITS OKAY TO READ IT!! LOVE YOUUU FOR LETTING ME RANT, LEMME KNOW IF ITS ANNOYING, THANK YOU!!)

NO ANON DW DON'T STOP TALKING AND YES IM OKAY WITH IT, I WOULD BE HAPPY TO HEAR YOUR IDEAS BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH IT TOO

YOU JUST GAVE ME A WHOLE FIC AND NOW I AM LOVING YOUR MIND. HIM HELPING US WITH HOUSE CHORES AND HOW IN CHARACTER THIS IS?

'aren't i the best' PROCEEDS TO BE A MESS WHEN WE CALL HIM SWEETHEART AND THANK HIM FOR EVERYTHING

I WOULD PUT ON LIPSTICK JUST TO KISS HIM UGGHHHH to see it on his body no matter the shape or if he's even human, im soooo down bad for him that i would do the triangle without hesitation

looking down at him, chuckling to myself to his whines and how each 'mommy' coming out of my lips gets cipher more worked up 😞😞 manifesting this

THE DRAG OF TEETH OHHHH YOURE COOKING ANON I DO HAVE SO MUCH TO DO TO HIM, NOT WRONG IN THAT

NOT BAD ANON YOUR WRITING IS MMHH GOOD, I ATE THIS ALL UP LIKE THE MOST DELICIOUS MEAL I HAD IN WEEKS BCZ NOT MANY PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THIS, I MYSELF NEVER SAW IT

not annoying also anon! you're welcome to come and rant in my asks whenever you want to!

[huppaduppa]

I'M GETTING EVICTED... AND I HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF. PLEASE BUY MY STUFF.

I want to clarify that I'm at no risk of homelessness or losing my income. Worst case I'll live with my parents while I figure stuff out. But I have way too much stuff in the event of that happening so hence why I'm gonna sell as much as possible.

This post is going to be ONLY Touhou Project stuff. Plz dm for more pictures. All prices are negotiable aka please haggle. I am in the EU but can send anywhere, it'll just be pricier.

Reimu, Marisa and Sakuya figmas (SOLD)

Reimu has a small chip of paint on her bangs and her box has a tear in the corner, on Marisa the teacup prop broke off her hand when I was going to put her back in the box and her apron has some smudges. Sakuya is in very good condition. All have all their accessories, including Marisa's broken teacup

Thinking c.a 90 euro or less for all three

Reimu 01 (broken) (SOLD) and Sanae nendoroids

Reimu's waist is broken and one of her hair pieces is broken. Her gohei is in three pieces. Could be used for a DIY project or for spare parts. Sanae has a loose piece in her neck joint that can be reattached and her gohei is missing one paper piece. She has a smudge on her chin in on her concerned face. Both have all accessories, including broken ones.

I'm thinking like 15-20 euro or less for both, please just take them off my hands

Ques Q 1/8 Koishi (SOLD)

Was only briefly displayed. Should be in perfect condition. She's highly detailed and incredibly beautiful

Quick look tells me she retails from anywhere between 15-25k yen used, so how about 90-100 euro?

Kotobukiya 1/8 tokiame Marisa (SOLD)

The peg that holds her to the stand is worn down. Box is in somewhat rough condition. She has a smudge on her elbow and at the top of her head under her hat (hat is magnetic). Comes with amiami pre-order extras of stickers and a hakkero model (both unopened)

Overall her condition is pretty rough so thinking c.a 30 euro tops

Orchid Seed Palmtop Flandre (SOLD)

She has what looks like a few specs of dust on her hair on the right side of her face that didn't come off with just water. Has all accessories. Stand is wobbly but she came that way.

Goes for everything from 200 to 500 euro online so, maybe name your price??

Aquamarine Nue (SOLD)

Her blue wing is broken clean at the base. Should be fixable with a little glue and a steady hand. Another one I can only find online for crazy prices so name your price.

Toranoana vinyl Marisa and Alice (both SOLD)

I really love these so it hurts to sell them. Impossible to find any reasonable prices for these online, either. The boxes are beat up and Alice has some marks on the back of her dress, but otherwise they're in really good condition and they both have their accessories.

Toranoana Toho Gensou Retsuden Reimu

Another one I can only find online for like 20-40k yen 🫠 she's only been briefly displayed and should be in perfect condition. Box has a piece of clear tape at the clear plastic at the front. Name your price etc

Furyu Reimu

Furyu price fig that I was very cheap but I really love it so this is another one I kinda don't wanna let go off lmao. Based on art by the persona artists. She came with some coloring imperfections on her hair and her box had no interior (dw I will pack her up safe but it will be DIY lol). I'm thinking like 20 euro or less for her. For a price fig she is very beautiful though ❤️

Again, please contact me for more pictures and suggest prices! Some of these items have been impossible to price so please make an offer and hopefully we can figure it out 💞🙏

[dustzvacuumcleaner]

Dust...Can i ask how you manage to draw like that? the Realism effect ?? what steps-layers-brushes do u use ??

Omg I’m not good at answering drawing questions, cuz I literally have little basic skills on drawing. I used to draw on my instinct and then I found that don’t always work so I tried to think & plan & make drafts etc.. Well I still manage my way to draw on my instinct..

The biggest tip if u do not have much drawing knowledge, or not sure what you’re going to draw, or don’t know how to create the effect u want, is finding references!!! The art of Webster kissing a skull actually has a picture of Billie Joe Armstrong doing the same pose and I referenced it when I drew this. (and uhh BJA looks like DW a lot)

So first this is my line draft (I don’t like to do lineart cuz I’m terrible at perspectives and anatomy so I modulate them when coloring. I do the line draft simple just try to find the vibe.

And then the color draft. I do this mostly in random ways, usually with large scale brushes. All I do is first roughly get an intrinsic color, then I add layers and layers of effects, sometimes lighting and sometimes different colour variations, based on the way you want it to look like. You can think of them as filters. Randomly change the layer mode sometimes gives unpredictable effects and may give you inspiration!!! These are some of the color effects I tried when creating this art.

Then when I find the color effect I usually just add another layer on the top (or place it under some of the effects layer) and render the detail. All I have to say here is reference is your greatest friend x (I wasn’t looking at reference for the face and hand here but I looked for reference of the skull and the crown)

To cut a beautiful shape and texture don’t be afraid to use any kinds of brushes!! Just try all of them. That’s what I always do and accidentally find the visual effects I believe is right. For smaller details and the final clean-up process I use smaller and sharper brushes

And if you see my layers u can see that I’m not separating any of details x most of them are for filter/effects/lighting.

I’m sorry this is a poor explanation my friend is literally grabbing me for lunch so I did this in a hurry jchfhrifie thank u for liking my art!!!

[wasteland-wrecker]

14 15?? year old Overboss au (I'll still label it 14 dw just a little fun thing)

Well, I guess it's a birthday for a special little guy, Nov 2nd, whose voice is finally dropping, but that means he's struggling with a lot of... mmh. Voice cracks.

For his birthday, he planned a whole MONTH away from the nuka world, telling the Pack and the Operators that if he comes back and there is a war, both sides are dying. Then he bids them goodbye as he goes with Gage all over the commonwealth. He specifically goes to Sancutary, talking about being on vacation, wanting a palm reading by Mama Murphy. He gives her jet, which starts up her sight again, and he sits in front of her chair, extending his arm out to her.

She's blunt. She sees a monster. She sees it murder his parents long ago, and she sees its hand stained. She sees his hand stained. He tells her to move one. She does, goes to the future. NukaWorld is still strong, but Mason is antsy and trying to 'dominate more'. Gray would be forced to get rid of him and replace him with a new Alpha. Convince a new Alpha to take a stand, one that would win against Mason. One that obedient to Gray.

Gray doesn't like sight, finding it more annoying that insightful. He leaves, stays in the 'hotel' in sanctuary with Gage for the night, then they are off to a few prewar places. Managing to crack some terminals, a lot of picking locks, and finally, terrorizing raider gangs in the Commonwealth. He's feared. He likes that. However, Gage is telling him to slow down a little. It's only been a week, and he's feeling restless with it all. He suggests... going to the capital. Gray thinks about it and agrees. On their way, they kill, pillage, and gain a lot of caps to help their journey for anything they want but can't steal.

1 week and 6 days into the month, they are in the capital! Causing chaos, meeting new people with fun stories... but at one point, Gray falls into an underground area by accident. He's groaning, sitting up as Gage falls in behind him, landing better. He is helped up, dusting himself off as he sees... a... medical are? Files? He takes the files and reads.

A big word he doesn't know how to realize. However, he learns what it is. An 'memory altering serum, that traps a person in a 'controlled form' of schizophrenia'. He thinks about it and looks over the instructions on how to use it on someone. Insert syringe under eye, push in serum, and make sure there is no air in it. Take to the person, guide them, and make them talk about what they see and where they are. Guide them toward whatever answer you want, or use it to control them into whatever person you want.

He sees... an ingredients section. When Gage asks what it is, Gray just shrugs, grinning. "No idea" he's a bad liar. He won't need a new Alpha if he could impair the current one.

He takes the rest of the vials with the serum, the papers about it, and the syringes and needs with him. All of it is unnervingly clean, as they make their way back to Nuka world.

He tells no one about it. He hides it away until he needs to use it.

Yep... uh.... kids... kids doing great still... having a fun birthday month...

This is sorta heavily inspired by the new blackops 6 campaign<3

Happy bday Gray! 🩶

This was so good to read… I’m wishing him luck with Mason. He needs to be “puppyfied” for real, that lil bitch. Can you even imagine Mason doing whatever you want? You won the entire game, you won life. You’re a little manipulative kid Gray, you’re meant to do great things in the future, I’m sure, haha!

(Gage should be proud… I’m wondering if he feels some sort of paternal instinct towards Gray or not ��)

[plum-pudding-everywhere]

Hi!! I saw ur post asking for kmhn or komaeda/hinata hcs and I'd like to share the nagito I made up in my head after he marinated in there for like, almost 2 years now

I don't really know if you can call these headcanons bcuz its just an idea I made up in my little mind but whatvr here u go

Nagito is actually a little princess in my head. Like STOP😭😭💔💔 everytime someone draws him as a stinky ugly gremlin I find it funny yes but it upsets me on a PERSONAL level as if he's my own son I don't think I'm okay 😭😭😭😭 like... Please. He's just a little deranged princess. Try to convince me that man isn't Sonia's long lost twin brother who couldn't inherit the throne. It won't work. (I have a whole ahh theory abt that too lol,, but I think I forgot most of it)

Plus he literally looks the part. Like okay maybe his hair's a huge total mess but the rest? Oh how he is so pretty to me. Pale, fair skin, almost like snow. Tall, slender and lean frame, not to forget the small waist like bby girl who is that for 😟 I bet he has long, slender fingers but not in a creepy way, in a gracious way. Plus the man isn't even THAT skinny like for exemple that one official art thats literally in the game and they're all in swimsuits enjoying the beach and he's like, in the middle. Have you seen him? That man is FIT. The broad shoulders, the small waist, the toned legs. I'd say he has an updown triangle shape or idk how to name it but you got the vision right. AND HIS EYES OH HIS EYES. Those sharp yet soft eyes, and their color? A clear green mixed with grey in which you can see your reflection perfectly. It's like looking inside a clear river and there's some green at the bottom and the sky is grey so the water's not blue bcuz nagito's eyes aren't blue. And if his white hair's due to his disease(s), I think his lashes got white too for sure. Like wym your hair's white, your eyebrow's white, your body hair's white but not your lashes? Nah bby girl you're putting on some khol or something to hide it up bcuz you're insecure. And I like to think he gets a little insecure because his white eyebrows and lashes are hard to see cuz they blend in with the pale white skin so he does something for his lashes but not his eyebrows because his bangs hide them anyway lol. And man those lashes are LONG. Like we're talking gojo satoru typa eyelashes. They use the same serum trust🙏🙏 btw quick commentary on his nose. See I have two friends ; one thinks he'd have a perfectly straight, long thin nose and the other thinks he'd have a cute, small not button but like trumpet nose. Like idk how to call it but like a cute, small dolly nose (idk which side to choose😞😞)

Now the hair. So, It'll be short this time. He naturally has beautiful curly hair but never knew or learned to take care of it properly so he always brushes it out and it ends up looking like the mess it is. Poor baby boy dw I'll teach you 💔💔 btw he has a mullet

Okay now that we've gone over his physique lets go over his habits and mannerisms and stuff idk what to call it

He's a clean person FOR SUREEEEE its literally canon that he likes cleaning. The man's cottage is squeaky clean like he cannot bear a bit of dust in the corner of the wall its too much for him💔💔 he loves cleaning because it relaxes him and helps him forget for a bit like fr fr rn cleaning is actually relaxing?? Watching the place slowly get cleaner by your own hands is so satisfying, and I like to think it kinda helps for his mental health too? Like idk some sort of copying mechanism of the sort

He cooks too. He's a little messy little guy but when everything's going well he will cook you the most delicious meals ever like we're talking on wife level. That man would treat you so so well (I raised him). Btw he did some kusamochis for hajime once and the latter liked them so much but he was just like "they were good thank you nagito" deep down he wanted to hold him in his arms while crying bcuz noone did gestures like that for him before

Going back on the clean hc, I don't think he stinks or that his hair is crusty AT ALL💔💔💔 stop mocking my son okay

His hair smells like vanilla or almond shampoo and is super soft like clouds and he himself smells like,, idk how to describe it but a sweet, comforting scent. Typa scent your mother would wear and 6 years old you would be like "mommy you smell really good" and she sweetly smiles at you thanking you typa scent. I know this is very specific but thats how I see it.

Btw he's autistic 😙😙 I mean if it isn't canon already bcuz idk I've never actually played lol or watched any playthrough but all the scenes I've seen of him? Yeah he's neurodivergent for sure. He also loves puzzles like another user said, like, mind puzzles not the rubiks cubes typa ones. He loves riddles too and thinks they're amusing.

I've already talked abt this with my friend but like. If he'd be a parent, he'd be such a good one. He's the sweetest being at his core but he's just messy and clumsy and a little bit of an airhead okay? Poor guy like if he had a baby girl/baby boy the way he'd take care of it breaks my heart. He'd try his so very best to give that baby the childhood he was never able to get.

Oh yeah and post game komaeda learns to take BETTER care of himself bcuz the minimum to him consisted of showering and eating at least one time a day (this is very bad don't do this love yourselves and take care of yourselves there's always someone out there who loves you and seeks out for you trust<3) and he learns about skincare and LOVES IT!!! He's like gasp this is so fun and relaxing how come I haven't come across this earlier in my life. And he forces Hajime to put on those skincare masks thingie. He pretends he doesn't like them but he does. Lol

Oh and he's a fashionista. Hajime would pull up with a pair of shorts and a hoodie and next to him is standing a fashion model.

Btw Nagito may have had a dog in the past but I like to compare him to those gracious white cats full of fur with sharp green eyes that catwalk as if on a runway

OH AND he loves reading too obviously and he has reading glasses and stays up late reading and he ties up his hair too or else it gets annoying and gets on his face while my man is just trying to enjoy his 1000 pages long novel

Well I think thats about it! I'M SO SORRY FOR TYPING IN SO MUCH I UNDERSTAND IF YOU'RE NOT READING ALL THAT😭😭🙏🙏 I couldn't help but get passionate like this is not normal I know I'll prolly cringe at this in a few years 😞💔💔 tysm for reading if you do I'd love your opinion on my "hcs" bye!!!!!! Have a super amazing day you and the other tumblr users reading this you are loved and cherished never forget that❤️❤️

Thanks for taking the time to write this haha. I personally see him more as Just Some Guy, but I don't mind when people give him the princess treatment. I mean I'm not gonna complain whenever people draw him in pretty dresses. 😼

The theory of him being Sonia's lost relative is always fun. They kicked him out like a stray cause he's just too much of a disaster magnet.

Yeah, a lot of the fandom, including myself, usually portray him as pretty thin because of his illness, I think. If I remember, he's like 143 pounds? Which is not that underweight for his height (I could be wrong). But yeah, they made him pretty lean in canon.

I personally like giving him a long nose with a bit of a hook to it, hehe. I can't ever decide how he should look, I draw him differently every time.

And we love a Komaeda malewife moment, though I worry about the state of any kitchen he walks into. He might get lucky and make something nice, but your stove might be out of commission for a while to make up for that; same with his eyebrows. Singed OFF.

He might be a good dad, but he'd need to get a lot of therapy first cause he's definitely the type to project his ideas onto his kids, lol. He's the dad that makes you join every after-school extracurricular, and you better be in honor classes, too. He would definitely be pretty attentive, though, maybe a little obsessive. He's a gentle guy when he's not losing it, so if he's not feeling like the world is crashing down, then he'd do okay (I worry if he would feel like that constantly with something so vulnerable and fragile in his care. And something he loves so deeply! It would be really easy for a luck-related incident to happen, you know... :( ). He's putting bubble wrap on everything. His kid gets sick, and he's googling every illness known to man. He's gonna be like Freddie's mom from iCarly. Microchip and all. LOL

It would take a lot of work to get him to care for himself post canon. He would be super depressed. He's not gonna wake up all chill about his whole life crumbling around him; I like the idea that some of the girls force him to participate in their sleepovers and slap face masks to him while he scowls a bit but otherwise relents. (And probably Hinata, too, cause we know he always gets included as one of the gorls) We gotta exposure therapy our way into that one. Just force him to do it, and then he might enjoy it himself.

I think his thing with cleaning likely comes from an obsession about germs and getting sick. I don't think that necessarily extends to the way he dresses or presents himself because those things don't really affect it. He can be super hygienic and still look a little messy. I think he may be a bit particular about the things he wears (like favoring layering, or jackets, and edgy things), but I don't think he dresses to look good necessarily. He just has his own style, not really conforming to anything that looks conventionally attractive. Of course, it's Komaeda, so he still looks good, but you get the point heh. Anyway, I think he deserves to dress nice and not just out of convenience, so we can say that post-canon he gets some joy out of that. And yes, his hair gives off the look of someone who dry brushed their curls. Someone help him PLEASE.

Anyway, you should totally play the game or watch a playthrough. It's fun, especially with another person. Komaeda's great in his little cg moments, but I think his dialogue throughout the game is really important to his character, and fun! Some of my favorites are random things he just offhandedly mentions. That onion's got a lot of layers. He's the type of character you've gotta get the whole picture about lol.

Thank you for your kind message and for giving me some stuff to marinate on, lol. I hope your day goes well, too! 💕

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KAIJUNE 2024 #1: BLACK HOLE SUN

You know, that's the thing about the apocalypse. Everyone always acts like it's the end of the world.

The word apocalypse doesn't mean the end of all things, it means a revelation, usually of how fucked shit is. But everyone thinks it's all nuclear winter in the Mojave and Thunderdomes. It's weird how noboody ever gets beyond that. The utilities still work, infrastructure's found a way, most states are intact, hell I'm fucking baffled how the fuck they did it but the Internet Archive people and their fuckoff convoy managed to even keep the net up, even if we only can stream in 480p.

It's just a new normal of city smashing fucking god-monsters we can't do shit about but try to nudge off and clean up after their mess. Everybody knows a guy who knows a guy who got their house smashed by King Diamond or The Twist or whoever. Like politics before, but more literal this time. After the kaiju came out, it wasn't societal collapse but a long, long string of fuckups and failures like global warming on acid while things just... keep happening.

I think it's because the poor bastards are scared of the truth, after the revelation, life continues. Mostly. But sometimes... well, I was paid to write this article about Black Hole Sun, and by fucking god I'm going to write it! 

The thing got its nickname from the fact that we kept finding small towns that were fucking gone. Like, not levelled to rubble, not burnt to ashes, just fucking gone. Where there was a place, there was only dust. We figured it was a predator, picking off the weak one by one, and we found a pattern, a spiral shape, so we figured we'd intercept it, take some photos and leave.

The first sign we should have left was the sound. Usually the wake of a kaiju is very loud from everything else running away or very quiet from everything else being dead. But here, it was just... well, the closest I could compare it to was like a whale speaking in tongues, and the tongues were the old-testament kind. The crew swore they could hear it saying something something, but they'd been drinking. Probably a bad idea near a kaiju site, but if you've seen enough shit you know why it sounds reasonable.

Then we saw the environment. It was on a shitty mostly dead highway as it is, but things were just... less there. I know I'm a fucking reporter, I know I do this shit for a living and was even robbed of a fucking pulitzer for it, but I don't know shit better to say what it was like than that it was less. Everything was less itself, colors less, shape less, mass less, everything was just less!

A lot of the shit crumbled to dust when we touched it. I tried to smoke it. I wish I didn't.

It walked up on us when we were asleep. The sound was the first sign, or rather, the absense of it, a silence that rang out loud as a scream. Like it swallowed up the sounds it left behind as it came, like a boat through it's own wake. Most of the crew made it, god bless 'em, two of 'em didn't. It wasn't the ones that were drinking, no, it was if you were close enough, you were gone. Not crushed, not eaten, gone, no rhyme nor reason for why they were the two taken.

I got pictures, of the flat wastes of nothing and the phantasmogoria of the damn thing eating the world it left as it moved, and god if the fucking paycheck wasn't gratifying, but that didn't capture what it was like to see it, not really.

Grandma once said that you could see the Gods emotions on their faces better than you could people's faces, they were too big not to see. Everyone at the time thought she was a mad old bat, but now, I think I get it. When you deal with kaiju as long as I have, you can see their feelings, too tall, too lheavy for this world. 

And looking at that thing, I saw that it felt nothing. Not that it didn't feel anything, that it felt only nothing.

I don't know what it wants, I don't even think it wants anything except nothing, but god fucking dammit I hope we can find to fight back, or else...

-DW Devlin, reporter

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Ability Notes: they do have the ability to create massive storms of hawking radiation and localized, extremely powerful beams, but most of the time they don't really need to. Most things not only die but are simply unmade just by it walking forward and existing in the viscinity.

Bonus Trivia: They have nothing to do with Liquid Miracle, and the reason for their existence is more akin to what happens when a Ligottian law of physics dreams. Strong will and togetherness can resist its unmaking, but that is rare, and rarer still is the will that can push it back.

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So, after being delayed for months upon months, Kaijune 2024 is finally here! In October! Better late than never (I lie to myself!) And it was this fucker who probably caused a huge chunk of the delays! The core idea was simple, paper mache orb with legs, but then I complicated it with the nightmare of attaching said legs and also doing stuff by twisting the paper I used for it to give it texture that made it a nightmare to paint. But I think it came off well.

And also, because at least one person I showed it to was confused by how I made it, it's wildly labyrinthine and dumb.In that all the Kaiju of Kaijunes 2023 and 2024 are actual physical props I made and kitbashed, 

Then I took photos of them, using wargame terrain from local game stores as the equivalent of miniature sets, and then did some heavy photomanipulation to fill out the "sky" and do wacky Shenanigans with the lighting. Complex, but I think the results end up gorgeous.

...And, in that grand (exceedingly late) Kaijune tradition, this character and all related narrative elements are under a CC-BY 4.0 license, as long as I, Thomas F Johnson, am credited as their creator. Have fun!

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Now that i have seen the official confirmation that the Pestos do NOT in fact, live above their restaurant, i had to recreate a more accurate rendition of what the Pesto kids' rooms would look like at each parent's house

Starting off strong with Jimmy Sr's bachelor pad:

I used to hc that as a full family unit the pestos lived above the restaurant, and that jimmy sr kept living there after the divorce (yes i have seen the episode where they actually show where he lives), and bc of that in the past I liked the idea that the boys still got to keep their old rooms

obviously not lmfao and because Jimmy is Jimmy, his bachelor pad only has two rooms

so the boys share!

but y'know it's not that big of a deal since the boys are only over every other weekend anyway

the condo came with the bunk bed

YES he washed the sheets before the twins started sleeping there

Jimmy sr is obsessed with J-ju's height and desperately wants him to go into basketball

obviously he doesn't want to but that doesn't discourage J-Sr from decking out the whole room with basketball paraphernalia

hence the basketball themed clock, carpet, and actual basketball sitting there

The boys still got some autonomy tho dw

The twins wanted the glow-in-the-dark stars and they LOVE them

Andy sleeps on the top bunk btw

Ollie is afraid of heights

Jimmy jr has a poster of his choice above his bed. He didn't have a ton of space but he made it work

Jimmy sr didn't end up keeping many of the boys' toys and things etc

so like,

the baby toys remain on the shelf

That shitty little orange toy car gets to keeps its spot

(even though J-ju and the twins haven't used it since before the divorce)

The foam finger is from a b-ball game they all went to see together

Now it's honestly just collecting dust, but Jimmy sr sometimes likes to go into the room and look at it

remembering the good times, y'know

Andy and Ollie like cats and dogs

so for christmas they got a puppy lamp (andy) and a cat air diffuser (ollie)

Jimmy jr got a nerf water gun that he doesn't always use

but like, it was fun for the first few weeks of summer

Laundry doesn't always get done

that pile of clothes has been there for two weeks

but the room doesn't smell so jimmy sr counts that as a win

No books on the bookshelf, jimmy doesn’t even have books in the rest of his condo

Okay so the Twins and Jimmy jr have their own rooms in their mom's quaint little house

and she's a little bit of a beige mom so everything's a little dull

but it's nicer than the alternative and tbh the boys don't really notice

For the walls she likes to go with variations of beige/pink

She bought the bunk bed and the sheets ofc

Andy is still sleeping on top and Ollie will forever remain that the bottom of the bed

Most of their toys are kept in a wicker basket in the "family room"

Because they honestly don't spend a lot of time in their room when they're home

They like to all hang out together with J-ju and mom

Jimmy jr doesn't always reciprocate

but when they are in their room they just love to draw

And mom was worried about them hurting their backs whenever they would draw on the floor

So she got them the craft table

and their own boxes of crayons

She's trying to encourage independence

(not that it's working though, one of those boxes us almost entirely unused and every picture the boys draw they draw together as a unit)

Bc of the divorce mama pesto just lets them get away with it

she’s worried they’re traumatized

the puppy and kitty string lights are also a christmas gift from mom

She really likes to keep things clean and neat and tidy so there’s lots of storage and lots of their stuff is stored in the storage

it all works out

lastly Jimmy-J won the boys those crappy fruit carnival toys and the twins really hold on to them

Mama pesto gave j-ju the biggest room

She feels really bad for him

He doesn’t have a twin (and she knows it bothers him)

(she does talk to his therapist yk)

He has the same carpet as the twins do in their room so that he doesn’t feel left out

his bed is green (it’s his fav colour)

and again, same lamp that the twins have

She also secretly likes how cohesive them having the same decor items makes the rooms look

he wanted a switch SO BAD for Christmas or his bday or ANYTHING

it took a lot of convincing but she got it for him

She’s really not too sold on video games but now he can play the same games as the kids at school and he won’t feel like such an outcast

(again, she really does talk to his therapist)

Jimmy also desperately wanted those shitty LED lights

but they do NOT match the aesthetic and she really did read up on them and they attract bugs and she just doesn’t think it such a good idea

but even ZEKE has them and oh my god she’s giving in

BUT she is able to make a compromise

Colourful LED string lights are almost exactly what he wanted

she likes to encourage reading

The twins just can’t get into it unless it has pictures and she’s the one reading it to them

But Jimmy jr can really get lost in a book when he wants to

so she’s really been pushing the classics like jane austin and Brönte

(he’s read the pride and prejudice twice don’t tell tina)

the toca world has this fake franchise of these little characters and i just use those as comic book/movie characters etc

so jimmy has posters of and collects these little dudes

sloth snake would be some band or something that zeke got him into lmfao

his mom is not a fan it freaks her out a little

no matter what i believe Jimmy Junior sleeps with his childhood stuffed animal(s)

again, DONT tell tina

zeke knows tho ofc

she likes that he’s passionate about dancing but deep down she still wants him to play basketball

to get him involved in group activities

but also because it’s always secretly been her dream for him lmao but she won’t say that

She won the signed basketball in the divorce

jimmy sr considers it his biggest loss

especially considering, you know, the fact that she doesn’t care about the thing

and neither does jimmy-j

so it just collects dust on the shelf instead of being shown off like god intended

lastly the plant

not something Jimmy jr chose for himself

lord knows he doesn’t take care of it

but his mom wanted to bring some life into the room

she always jokes it “gets rid of his funk”

which he hates LOL

(i was gonna add a cologne bottle but then i thought to myself, that mama pesto wouldn’t let jimmy jr use it either lmaoo)

I’m doing a bonus Jimmy Pesto Sr bedroom

because i can

he’s only renting the condo lol

but he needs his room to have a certain ambiance

Now that he’s single again he needs to impress the ladies 👀

and ykw i bet u he’s a big fan of purple

so he bought a giant purple rug basically the entire size of the room

he thinks it looks fantastic!

Got a matching curtain to match

I just know Jimmy thought having a glass bedside table would be AWESOME

it’s actually awful but he won’t admit that

it was expensive and trev told him not to and now he’s embarrassed

He has candles to set the mood whenever he needs

yeah he just kept them while moving out during the divorce

but they’re kinda manly looking, right?

and the stereo, again, to set the mood

when he moved out, he only bought a set of six martini glasses to drink out of

eventually realized he would need at least one coffee mug

and then the boys moved in and he was like fuck

but HE uses the martini glasses even if he’s just drinking water

because they’re all he really needs at the end of the day

he def eats dinner and watches tv in his bed

Jimmy sr for sure has two tvs

one for bed one for the living room

both flat screens

paintings of boats are cool, right?

and maybe he’s just a little bit manifesting that he’ll get into the yacht club

the box is there because i think that jimmy sr never really finishes unpacking

just gets lazy, yk

hand mirror because he can’t hang up a proper one

and cologne obvi

imagine it like the strongest most obnoxious cologne you’ve ever smelled

And he’s gotta keep that tan up ofc

hence self tanner or whatever

His ex wife got the dog

and he misses him more than anything

(especially since he’s passed and he didn’t really get to say goodbye)

he doesn’t keep pictures of the boys in his bedroom

cuz yk… that’d be weird

(they’re in the living room, one pic each)

but he keeps a drawing made by the twins because they made is special for his room and every time they come over they check

so yeah

trophy was given to him by Trev

“World’s Best Boss” and such

[riversofmars]

So, for a 4th (!!!) year in a row, I've done a 25 part Christmas story for the festive season - a DW advent calendar of sorts! This year, we're going to Scandinavia for lots of snow, Northern Lights, and to solve a Christmas mystery involving Santa Claus; and to have yet another Stranded fix-it. Also, inspired by far too many cozy Christmas reels... XD

I won't be cross-posting the chapters so please follow the link to AO3 for everything that follows. This is the first part, hope you enjoy it and have a lovely festive season! <3

Do They Know It's Christmas - Part 1

Helen swiped the back of her hand across her forehead, wiping away a thin film of sweat that had gathered there through the morning’s surprisingly strenuous activities. A light dusting of flour rained down into her face and all in all, she decided the gesture had been more trouble than worth - fine crumbs of dough ended up in her hair.

“For goodness sake-” she shook her head, hoping to free herself from the unwanted pastry, taking a step away from the work surface in the TARDIS kitchen. When she had woken with the urge to bake it had been a romantic, peaceful notion, far removed from the reality she found herself in. She should have stayed in bed, she decided, though it was too late to turn back now. Abandoning the dough, she brushed her hands clean on the apron she was wearing. The TARDIS had been kind enough to provide her with everything she could possibly need, and she resolved to at least sweep up by the end of it as she expected the ship would be rather annoyed if she left the traces of her misadventures everywhere.

Picking up her tea that was lukewarm at best by this point, she scowled at the offending mass of flour, butter, egg and sugar, wondering where she was going wrong. It just kept sticking to her fingers. Her grandma had always made it look so easy…

“Something smells delicious!” Liv’s voice startled her and Helen nearly dropped her tea. Looking around, she spotted her best friend walking into the kitchen, a big smile plastered across her face and instantly, the linguist’s annoyance was wiped away. The med-tech had a way of brightening every room she walked into with that wonderful smile of hers that she employed far too sparingly. There was little that warmed Helen’s heart as much as knowing herself to be the cause of that smile.

“That’d be the mincemeat,” she answered with a little sigh, gesturing toward the bowl of filling she had pushed to the far side of the work surface. That bit had been surprisingly easy, and it did fill the room with a lovely smell of cinnamon and fruit.

“What?” Liv blinked, dumbfounded for a moment. She looked to the bowl, then to Helen and finally around the kitchen. “I thought you’re baking?” It was one of those rare but precious moments when the med-tech’s lack of knowledge where Earth traditions were concerned became obvious, and it filled the linguist’s heart to the brim with affection for her - as if that wasn’t already the case anyway.

“Oh, that’s what you call the filling for these. It’s not actually meat,” she answered with a good-natured chuckle, and the brunette didn’t seem quite convinced.

“Right…” she took a step closer, shooting her another doubtful look and a smirk drew to Helen’s lips. Opportunities to tease her best friends were always welcome.

“I would have thought you’d be getting used to Christmas by now,” she challenged, raising her eyebrows and the penny appeared to drop.

“Oh, are they meant to be those little pies with fruit filling?” Liv exclaimed, her confusion giving way to excitement.

“Yes!” the blonde grinned, returning to the dough on the worktop. She had to get on with it, else she’d be there all day. She probably just needed to use a bit more flour so it stopped sticking.

“Right, okay!” Liv beamed and quickly made her way over as well. She stepped up next to her, grabbing hold of the work top as she glanced over, and Helen felt a need to justify herself.

“Doesn’t look like much yet, have yet to get the pastry right,” she explained, adding a generous handful of flour to the mix and started to knead it once more.

“Can I help?” the med-tech asked, looking up to her and Helen could hardly suppress a laugh, lovely as her offer was.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea with your track record?” she teased, pleased to find the dough was approaching the right consistency now. Maybe it was Liv’s mere presence that was making the difference, much as it always did.

“Probably not…” the brunette’s face fell with disappointment and for a moment, Helen felt bad. It was lovely of her to offer and a brief vision overcame her, the idea of showing her how to go about kneading the dough, possibly standing behind her, placing her hands across hers and guiding them. She fought the thought back into submission, interrupted when her friend suggested: “But I could make you another cup of tea?” she offered hopefully. “And keep you company?”

And that was all Helen ever wanted, to have her with her, always.

“That sounds lovely” she smiled, trying her best not to let her affection for her overwhelm her. It simply wouldn’t do. At least, she didn’t think it would, but then, there were moments, something in the way her friend looked at her that made her wonder, made her wish, made her hope… Maybe, despite all the timing malfunctions they had suffered along the way, there was hope for them still.

“Not entirely altruistic…” Liv hummed as she set about making tea. “Can’t wait to try these.” She watched intently as Helen pushed the pastry into the muffin tin and started filling the small pies. “Any particular reason why you’re making these today?”

“Not really… just woke up in a Christmassy mood, I suppose,” the linguist answered offhandedly. There really had been no particular rhyme or reason behind it, but the thought hadn’t left her since she had woken that morning and was, perhaps, helped along a little by the knowledge that Liv loved Christmas foods - even if the festivities themselves still appeared rather alien to her. If she was being perfectly honest, there was very little she did without her best friend in mind.

“I mean… it sort of works out…” the brunette mused while Helen pushed the first tray into the oven. “Probably been about a year since our Christmas in Baker Street?”

Helen tensed up. Still, all this time later, the linguist didn’t particularly like being reminded of the time they had been stranded in London. It had been a difficult time, for her more so than most. Liv, at least, had had other distractions…

“I suppose so, yeah…” she gave back without looking at her, busying herself with the second tray of pies. She knew, if she did, her best friend would likely be able to see what remained of her heartbreak in her eyes. The carefree joy she’d felt moments ago was wiped away in a disorienting, painful blow.

“And we’ve hardly stopped since I’ve been back…” Liv added cautiously, seemingly sensing the melancholy mood that immediately spread through the kitchen. It was impossible to deny the effects their stint in the 21st century had left on them - and even more so the fact that Liv had had to go back… At least for a time.

“You know… I hardly noticed you going…” Helen replied, trying her best to sound ambivalent when she’d been far from that. It hadn’t been the first time that Liv had spent time away from the TARDIS and they had gone about it the same way as they had done when she had stayed on Kaldor for a year. They had returned her to 21st century London, mere minutes after they had left there, and picked her up a year later, though under far more difficult, involuntary circumstances. Kaldor had been a joy, London however…

“I know but…” the med-tech huffed, leaning against the kitchen side. “I did…” She took a deep breath, then cast her eyes over to the blonde. “And I didn’t want to go.” She spoke the words with vulnerability that made Helen’s heart ache. For her and the Doctor, it had been only minutes, while Liv had had to live a full year there - and Helen still felt the effects from it.

“I know…” she nodded, cursing the circumstances that had brought them there. They’d only had themselves to blame: They shouldn’t have had sneak-peek at their future, even if it hadn't been intentional, but the temptation had been too great. Reading one's future meant setting it in stone - things would have to happen the way they’d been recorded - and to find out Liv spent 2021 in London - without Helen and the Doctor - had been a painful, disorienting realistion.

They had talked about it at length, and the Doctor had been ever so apologetic about not being able to change things. Even he couldn’t undo something that had already happened where history was concerned. Time worked in mysterious ways, and when you caught a glimpse of the future, no matter how unfortunate, how involuntary, there was no way of avoiding it - better to get it over with.

Even now, a good few months later, they were none the wiser why Liv had had to return to that time after choosing to continue her travels with the Doctor without regrets. She had made her peace with Tania and that had been that but then…

Helen didn’t know the details of what Liv had experienced in that year away from them, she didn’t like to talk about it and the linguist didn’t like asking. Even knowing that Liv couldn’t have waited to come back to them didn’t quite take away from the pang of jealousy that she felt every time she thought about it.

“I spent that Christmas just… waiting…” the brunette carried on, her voice painfully wistful, and Helen couldn’t bear to think about it any longer.

“Well… you’re back now…” she interjected and forced a smile, looking around to her. Even though she had only been without her best friend for minutes, their relationship had been changed by it, simply through the act of leaving and the knowledge that she’d had a year’s worth of experiences without her. It had been strange at first, creating a painful distance, much like what Helen had felt during their stay in London, but slowly, they were getting back to normal and she hoped they could continue as they were.

“I am…” Liv confirmed and she gave an emotional smile that went some way to dispersing the tension. As the lovely warm smell of Christmas baking started spreading through the kitchen, a thought occurred to Helen. Something that could, potentially, help them regain what had been taken from them over through no real fault of their own.

“Maybe we could… ask the Doctor for a Christmas,” she suggested cautiously, wondering if she could, somehow, make up for the Christmasses her friend had had in London - and not just the one she’d had by herself. Maybe, they could be replaced by new memories.

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WIP: Wednesday #4: DW Crossover

I asked around and the following year drew the majority of the vote.

Thanks @wethelostboygirls and @hexenfleur for helping me pick!

1751

This was the third time she had been banished from France.  So far; it was hard to keep track with time travel.

She had been having such a nice time at French court too, the sight of Versailles was almost worth the smell. If she hadn’t held a grudge over Reinette for her comments towards Rose, then she certainly did now, for forcing these young girls, fresh from the convents of France to leave their home’s, for the glory and prosperity of France.

The Louisiana heat was unbearable, however warm Virginian summers could get; the bayou was sweltering.  Her fan was not enough, and she totally missed air-conditioning.

Oh well, two hundred and fiftyish years to go. Joy. Her stays were not helping.

There was dust rising from the road ahead, and shouts in the distance.  An ornate carriage was stopped in the middle of the path, it’s door open.  The horses were pawing at the ground nervously; the driver missing.

Torches were strewn carelessly across the road, one or two still alight, and the scent of blood was thick in the air.

Bodies of men: young and old, clean and dirty, littered the grass, some of their throats torn open, some necks were snapped, but all were dead.  Chemises and petticoats dotted the field here and there. Three coffins laid open on top of a cart.

In the distance, Caroline could hear the delighted whoops of young women. The Casket Girls were free.

Her letter to Rebekah had arrived on time.

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Never be cruel, never be cowardly, and never ever eat pears!

WE DID IT! WE WATCHED ALL OF M*FFAT WHO (twice)! WE RATED ALL OF IT! WE FOUND SOME OF ITS VERY BRIGHT SPOTS! WE HAD FUN KVETCHING WHEN IT WAS BAD!

had a good time, yeah. I'll probably do a wrap-up post that takes a look at all the ratings and how they developed through the seasons, but overall woo! fun

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 2/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 2/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 4/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 8/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 2/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 7/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 3/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 9/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 6/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 5/10

FULL RATING: 48/100 (if I can count….)

Oh m*ffat. here at the end of all things (wrong reference) we return to tried and true standard, and by that I mean... a mess

OBJECTIFICATION: *sobs* I'M SORRY WILLIAM HARTNELL I'M SORRY HE'D DO YOU DIRTY LIKE THAT! I listed all the hamfisted casually sexist comments One says over the course of the episode, let's look at them

comment about how it'd be weird for the Twelfth Doctor to be a nurse, because he's a man

joke about how he misses Polly because she was good at dusting

another joke about women spring cleaning, aimed at Bill

"aren't all women made of glass in a way"

comment about having some experience with the "fairer sex" again aimed at Bill

also at Bill: "any more language like that you’re in for a smacked bottom"

a throwaway comment that Bill should be the person acting as caregiver to the random WWI soldier

a throwaway comment about not wanting to repeat himself about the smacked bottom

so that's a solid eight that run through a good part of the episode. lot of people have written about why this was bad, so I'll just say for this rating, honestly the gall specifically of m*ffat to talk about sexism of the past, when his era was taken to fucking task for that exact issue

PLOT-POINT: Bill is definitely Bill, because she has all of Bill's memories you see, and what are people but an amalgamation of memories, don't ask questions about where the Bill-with-Heather went... so Bill is dead I guess? (fuck off, she's with Heather, or maybe they had a dyke-drama falling out for a bit and they're travelling separately whatever floats your boat -- according to the giggle, her consciousness is alive and out there so!)

I note how much this episode functions for very similar purposes to Heaven Sent, but we'll get to thaaaaaat. but for one the companion is (basically) dead and functions solely for the Doctor's development in a way that feels like it wants to give a shoutout to the companion, but instead reads to me as the companion only matters for the sake of the doctor's development and not for their own story

COMPLEXITY: I like that this episode is fundamentally not about some terrible evil coming for the Doctor. there is no evil plan. I find it misses the mark on what the plan is, because it's a rehash of the idea of a big database, which m*ffat has done several time, and doesn't in any way interact with that in a way that recontextualises this idea, so clearly it wasn't an intentional callback to idk. do anything interesting with any of m*ffat's own ideas

I'm also (and yes yes I know I'm probably an outlier here) not a fan of the use of the Armistice for this plot -- which I go into down in politics, but the tl;dr is that the Armistice isn't plot so much as backdrop and politically suspect for the British tendency to completely erase why we still talk about WWI, but I shan't rehash (yes I do write these points out of order, as was probably obvious before)

and then, shocker, I also don't enjoy what this story did to Bill. I mean WEAT + Doctor Falls were messy benches in terms of Bill, but she was cool in them, and she was a character, and she did have a happy end, but this story is... hmmm

you know what this story is? basically Heaven Sent Pt.2 but less interesting or experimental, and the thing I disliked about Heaven Sent -- (gorgeous episode, beautifully acted, set, shot, Rachel Talalay who also directed this one is a fantastic director and this one looks good too, it's just... a not-very-good-script so what can she do?)

(sidenote: best artistic newness to come out of this era of who is Rachel Talalay, so happy she also directed for the specials, hope she continues on!) --

BUT the thing I disliked about Heaven Sent was that Clara was a non-entity. the idea of grief as a character just there to ask you questions, the sort of... retro-DW where companions suffered sometimes for not getting to do things other than prop up the Doctor (RIP Sarah-Jane's journalism career in her original run)... for an episode ostensibly going "ohhh look how sexist DW used to be," it sure did accidentally recreate one of the core issues with classic!who and undo m*ffat's own lore for Bill... one episode later???

ignore ignore ignoreeee.

the Doctor is once more talking with themself (and rusty and testimony) about themself, and fake!Bill is just there to help that monologue without saying anything about who Bill was

but yeah, this episode feels like a mix of m*ffat episode reduxes to me in construction, with Mark Gatiss thrown in there for... idk. something. he's not a bad actor in this, but it goes back to some feelings I have about the Armistice "plot" (see below)

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: the Doctor regenerates! pretty big one. the other big thing is that the Doctor gets their memories of Clara back. (I've gotta be honest I was confused about the not remembering Clara stuff from the 9th season, but I'll rewatch it at some point and know a bit more about where it's going. m*ffat was never very good at clarity imo)

and that! is in fact it. actually, wait, kay, a little unfair, because I kind of like the idea of an era ending on a quieter character analysis and this episode is that in terms of the Time War and the War Doctor and all those titles that the Doctor gets (several of them... during m*ffat era + did anyone use "the imp of the pandorica" in that actual season??? but they mention the Valeyard and the Oncoming Storm too), I like that this episode parks all of that and says "and actually the point is that the Doctor tries to help everyone no matter how bad things get, including in war"

so a big lore Thing is that these ideas that have haunted this era of who are at their end. a new set of ideas are coming. I think that is quite good: "The universe generally fails to be a fairytale. But that’s where we come in"

also I've been bad at acknowledging the music of this era, but did they just fuckn bring back doomsday and the tenth doctor's final song, sung by the ood into this episode???!!! HALP!!!! it does make an explicit connection between the tenth doctor's story all the way through to this point!

COMPANIONS MATTER: lol nope. gooosh I hated the wait, hold on finding my notes: "A life is just memories, I am all her memories, so I’m her." M*FFAT SHE'S ALLEGEDLY NOT EVEN DEAD WHY IS SHE SUDDENLY DEAD???!!!!! THIS NONSENSE! peak "I can still hear her voice" nonsense

non

sense

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: I mean, I can forgive a finale episode for being all about the Doctor, especially an era finale episode, but I do draw the line at the first doctor just existing to make m*ffat-era look good. I draw it! I am drawing it! gosh this has affected so many of the points lol

but yeah, the line about the fairytale again. I like that. I like Bill hugging the first doctor (out of the context of how the first doctor was written). there's a few lines here and there that go a tad too hard on "you're the only thing keeping all the universe in check" but it's not egregious like, say, s6 and s7 were about that

the Doctor deserves a monologue whilst regenerating. as a Treat

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: I have a sneaking suspicion that this episode is one of the Main Reasons I made this exact point, because of course this is the episode where we've already mentioned that the first doctor gets SLANDERED!!!! ooh I'd be tempted to rate this one even lower for this, because it not only is terrible from a "what is this saying from a meta perspective and how does it let audience members and modern British society (and m*ffat) off the hook for the very real issues with misogyny we face today"

but in terms of this particular Point on the rating system, the general use of first doctor in this story attempts to have the first doctor interact with what is going on with the twelfth doctor and how the character has developed. while I like the idea of the first doctor briefly getting an insight into their future (and then, presumably, forgetting as is general doctor who canon), the main reason for the first doctor being there is soooo self-indulgent in a bad way

(I say, the things I like are ofc self-indulgent in a good way, but argh, m*ffat should never have been allowed to get his sticky fingers on this show, or indeed, any show)

I dislike the first doctor being rewritten to fear regeneration, because it just seems like an excuse to talk about how the twelfth doctor has mixed feelings about their regeneration. it's the same reason there's a bill potts type character, that clara shows up, heck it's the same reason they depict the armistice (we'll get to that down in politics), it's weak writing of characters who aren't the twelfth doctor in order to prop up how interesting the twelfth doctor is

why bring in the first doctor like that if you weren't going to do anything interesting with him, and for that matter, if you weren't, and it was just to have a bit of fun (fair okay, that is fair, see self-indulgent point above) then why was your take on the first doctor -- the character you're bringing in for this extra special appearance -- written so disrespectfully of the character??

how many times has m*ffat brought a popular character back just to fuck with what made them likeable in the first place and flatten them into the most surface-level version of their traits (when not just wholesale inventing terrible new ones): three times?

we do get some fun moments calling back to previous doctors but the big Thing just shows once and for all that m*ffat fundamentally didn't get a lot of the show he was supposedly such a big fan of. he liked the fanfare and the big plots, but the in-depth affection for the ethos of it just wasn't there for the most part

“SEXINESS”: I marked this down a point because I do not see any reason why Bill would bring up professor/student dynamics -- it does get immediately joked away, so it's not egregious in the way it might have been back in s5 or s6. but we do have a System, so it gets mentioned

I mention here that this point definitely got better after s7a, pretty consistently so

INTERNAL WORLD: okidoki, locations locations. Antarctica, no qualms there, that is icy. second location Testimony's ship... is a rehash of Gomez!Master back in s8 which itself was a rehash of the Library in s4. What is the greatest datebase m*ffat!!??? third location is Villengard, callback! um... is it another database, wait. I genuinely am unclear about some of this. I think Rusty just happens to have access to Testimony. but also the Doctor says that the Daleks have the greatest database. so what is the truth m*ffat why so many databases!!!???

Rusty's just vibing, I guess that's fine. fourth location Armistice day WWI. I have opinions on this down in politics, but I guess yeah, there's trenches, there's... no wait does this fit here who knows but those were definitely not Germans. I'm not rating it down for that, I just think it's funny. no germans in the trenches, just british guys with bad accents

not mentioning Tardis because always perfect in every iteration *MWUAH!* to all the Tardis

I guess the question is... do all these locations connect thematically? narratively? I guess? I know hbomberguy didn't like the plottwist that there was no evil plot, but actually I'm fine with that. it's... very loosy-goosy in construction but listen I've been rating m*ffat for a few months now, and a DW fan for a lot longer than that... loosy-goosy is not a dealbreaker for me. sure they're on Villengard now, Rusty the Dalek is there. why not? although it does show how m*ffat runs soooo hard on nostalgia and easter eggs, rather than doing something new a lot of the time... peak this episode

I do agree with his general points that this era (the m*ffat era) keeps throwing in weighty speeches and big Reveals with absolutely no proper build-up or ongoing context, and that is true, but I don't think this episode is the worst for that, it's just very noticeable because it's the last one

BUT... I can see the thread from s8 to here, I can see it. from not knowing why that face to now, I can see it. sometimes it is very difficult to find, but there's something there, and Rusty to me exemplifies that. I get it, I get what you're doing here (I think you should have been more than a cameo perhaps, but I can see it and while it's a larger m*ffat writing Problem I'm strangely more chill about it right now idk. it's the end. feeling chill)

"You are a good Dalek" never sat right with me though, if I'm being honest, but again... I can see what it's trying to do

POLITICS: IT'S WWI! and we're about to have the Christmas Armistice, a famous moment in time when the soldiers put down their arms on both sides and played football on Christmas eve. it's a moment in time that evokes a lot of understandable emotion and I understand it being used here

SO NOW I'M ABOUT TO BE A FILTHY NAYSAYER:

am I being a buzzkill if I say I wasn't sold on it being used here? it's guaranteed to evoke emotions, and so it doesn't need to actually be about anything in a narrative sense. yes it saves Lethbridge-Stewart sr's life, but what I mean is that the armistice itself isn't the story and I think it should have been if it were being used, and not just function as metaphor/backdrop for something else

so what is it doing here? two things, I'd argue:

another excuse to give the Doctor a Great Big Speech, and I wasn't a fan of it: "Never happened again. Any war. Anywhere." really? the factors that went into this particular war, where the soldiers involved were at least partly aware that they were being used as political pawns fed into a meat grinder never came up again in history? nobody ever refused for a second, sat down with people they'd been told to consider enemies, never in some small way objected to the fighting and the propaganda and the violence? not once, Doctor Who? It's just kind of a poor understanding to me of why the Armistice matters as a piece of history that could be a beautiful story in the world of Who, but instead feels akin to how England fetishises the red poppies. war becomes a sort of poetic necessity, and the Armistice was beautiful and then the war continued. Family of Blood did this better when it just out and out said that it was all bullshit and people died for nothing. the Christmas Armistice wasn't important because people learnt to get along for a second, it was important because it highlighted how stupid and pointless the whole thing was

there as a backdrop to the Doctor's development as The War Doctor and wanting to not be defined by that as they move into the next era of the tale, and that is technically fine, I liked that as its own story, but again, not so much about the Armistice itself. this could have been done with another story, why the Armistice, beyond the fact it's a Christmas episode and this happened at Christmas -- all this aside, there is also a general thing with especially m*ffat-era and soldiers. I'd have to track it, but it feels like there's a lot of stories about soldiers, about the Doctor as a soldier, that aren't necessarily about why war is... bad. why the culture that breeds and celebrates war is bad. some of them I think do actually do this (especially, interestingly, in s8 which I felt was very hit or miss), again, I'd have to check, but many of them just use soldiers as random characters because it seems to be a character Type that m*ffat era enjoys

that being said, I like the idea of the Doctor wanting to redefine themself as not the War Doctor or specifically the War Doctor meaning wanting to help just one person live if possible, no matter how bad the situation. I like that as a central thesis for Twelve's era, rounding out the narrative about the Time War

next up is the sexism... sigh, okay we covered it, but it's a mark down, because of how it lets m*ffat (and by extension the viewers) off the hook of examining everything that happens today, including on the show. bastard behaviour

FULL RATING: 48/100 (if I can count….)

gosh where to begin?

m*ffat you and I are not friends, do not pass go, head to jail for six years of messing up my favourite show. that being said, some of this story was good. a lot of the artists involved in making it gave it traits that mean that on this watch, free from the need for things to work, I could focus in on what did work without nostalgia keeping me down

I do feel like this episode is like m*ffat doing a last big "fck you" at people who thought there was real potential in this last season, like all the genderbending regeneration, having a black lesbian as our co-lead who actually feels very involved in individual plots, couldn't quite get rid of all the reasons m*ffat just... kind of sucks as a creator

is that our final statement on six seasons of doctor who? hmmm, doesn't feel so satisfying to me. I'll write out a proper thing about where I left it after all this I think, to get my feelings out properly

to narrow it in on capaldi: you were a great doctor, truly put in the work to elevate the show

gomez is iconic as the master (genuinely I think my favourite next to delgado), pearl mackie stole the show in the one season she was in and I desperately want some bill potts audio adventures, rachel talalay is a great director, and I enjoyed myself

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