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wanderingaldecaldo · 1 year ago
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Just going through my capture folder when I should be going to bed and I am absolutely normal about them.
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eddiethebrave · 2 months ago
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secret admirer part twenty
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After noticing that his head and heart weren’t really in the game a few weeks ago, Steve’s teammates, specifically Tommy, make it their goal of the day to get him excited for tonight’s game during morning practice. It was honestly hell to slip away for long enough to deliver Eddie’s note. 
He hasn’t been this interested in the game for months. For some reason, once he made captain it kind of lost all novelty. Which sucked. 
Steve spent years working toward it. The way his father spoke about getting team captain back in ‘61 made Steve yearn for that kind of companionship. Steve has worked toward that goal his whole school career. His dad is still friends with a couple of the guys from his team back then. 
The thing is, Steve only gets a hint of that feeling with the guys on his team, and that’s only on the court when no one is talking (when the guys aren’t doing what they like to call ‘smack talk’ but is honestly just insulting each other by insinuating that they’re feminine or gay - oh, the horror - which Steve’s never found particularly funny). 
Anyway, the guys weren’t being like that at all today which surprised him, but lit that spark of camaraderie he’s been yearning for. He’d given up before but now Steve is buzzing well through the morning and into Art class. 
He flops into his seat with a smile and Carol narrows her eyes at him. “What’s wrong with your face?” she asks and Robin laughs from her other side. 
Steve only shakes his head. “Nothing, Perkins, just getting ready to obliterate those dickheads on the court tonight.”
Steve hears a light chuckle from his left and turns. 
“What?” he asks Eddie with a small smile. 
Eddie bites his lip to , presumably, keep his amusement in. He shakes his head and Steve watches as his hair brushes over his shoulders as his head moves back and forth. Steve tries not to make it obvious how his gaze lingers. Not to mention how Eddie has his plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
“Mm-mm,” Eddie hums in dismissal.
Despite his curiosity, Steve shrugs it off and turns his head toward the front of the room, eyes following a second later. 
The teacher assigns them a charcoal shading worksheet so they can apply the skill to their portraits. By the end of the hour, Steve and Eddie seem to be the only ones in the class with charcoal stains all over their hands. The teacher gives them a disapproving look and points them towards the sink. 
Eddie uses the faucet first. Although it’s only meant for one person at a time, Steve squeezes in next to him and Eddie stiffens next to him as he washes his hands. Steve tries to focus on scrubbing the black stains off and not on the way his arm is pressed up against Eddie’s. 
As soon as his hands can pass as clean, Eddie clears his throat and scurries away. 
Steve sighs and keeps scrubbing until his hands are clean.
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soupdwelling · 11 months ago
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npmd headcanons i’m coming up with as i type this also i’m half asleep
richie used to have the craziest magic school bus hyper fixation for like a solid two years
ruth was the kid who just ate random shit all the time like she’s ask to borrow a pencil and when she gave it back it looked like a family of beavers went to town on it
when grace was asked to draw a family portrait in kindergarten she included god like just hanging out in the air above her and her parents
max treated dodgeball like the olympics throughout all of elementary school and he and kyle and jason were the kids that wore basketball shorts in below freezing weather
steph was forced into piano lessons as a kid and did them for like 8 years and her teacher was like 97 years old and his house smelled like mothballs and dust and there was no lighting even though he had like 15 vintage lamps for some reason she hated it so bad
pete has broken the same leg like 5 times he just has one bone that is so susceptible to breaking for absolutely no reason it just does that
grace used to pretend jesus was her imaginary friend she’d sit in the grass at recess and genuinely just talk to the air next to her like it was jesus. which is kind of sad actually
one of richies earliest experiences of gender envy was the main dude from sword art online i forgot his name
steph was one of those girls who like pretended to be a fairy at recess and had like a rivalry with a different fairy kingdom and one time stacy or something betrayed her for the other fairy kingdom because they had their headquarters at a better tree and steph didn’t forgive her for like two years
ruth is super prone to almost drowning. she knows how to swim in theory but she just loves to get into situations near large bodies of water she’s almost drowned so many times
richie has burnt most of the taste buds off on his tongue because he religiously eats warheads and was once dared by ruth to eat as many at once as possible and nearly threw up
pete is an avid roblox player and would never admit it to anyone
max is weirdly good at taking care of fish. he had a beta fish when he was younger and kept it alive for a solid 5 years he didn’t recover for like a year after it died and that event honestly might have contributed to his current behavior it really hit him hard
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starleska · 2 years ago
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Can we have your Wally headcanons please!!
of course!! 🥰💖 now, we're at such an early stage with Welcome Home that these headcanons may prove to be wildly silly or OOC, but that's okay!! i hope they make you smile regardless 💖 feel free to run with these headcanons all you like!!
Wally Darling headcanons (with a touch of x Reader 😉)
⭐ Wally has a highly reduced sensitivity to pain. that relaxed, soothing voice isn't the only reason why Wally is so calm and collected - the fella wouldn't notice if you stabbed a fork through his hand! as a puppet in a soft, rainbow-filled world, this quirk rarely causes Wally problems. however, he has been known to stay out in the sun for far too long and not notice he's become terribly sunburned, or to inquisitively examine a fun new bug and be totally ignorant of stings, bites, or allergic reactions. luckily, Wally has a wonderful set of pals by his side who are always quick to help him out when he's in trouble! 💖 ⭐ Wally has a large soft toy collection. there's not a single character amongst the Welcome Home gang who is neurotypical, and Wally is no exception! our favourite puppet artist has an assortment of cuddly friends tucked away in different nooks inside his Home: stuffed animals, plush painting utensils, and of course, his special interest: apples! Wally's a sensory-seeking guy who enjoys tapping and rubbing particular textures, and each of his soft friends caters to his favourite fabrics and sounds. many of these toys are gifts from his wonderful neighbourhood pals, and he's generous enough to let his friends cuddle any of his plushies - especially when they're not having a great day. feeling down? Wally will come to the rescue, ready with a plethora of silly jokes and an armful of squashy friends! 🧸 ⭐ Wally's favourite artistic subject is You. we all know that Wally is the resident artist of the neighbourhood, even amongst all of his craft-inclined pals. he's drawn, painted, sculpted, modelled and created every kind of item you could think of: flowers, animals, fruit, furniture, imaginary friends and more. yet the first time Wally meets you, he is immediately fascinated with your distinctive look: your style, your face, your eyes. he apologies for staring, and tells you that with your permission, he would love to paint you - you are simply made for the canvas. although at first you're flustered by the process (Wally's eyes are so dark and intense), you soon find yourself relaxing under his gaze, becoming comfortable with him and his gentle wisecracks. nothing compares to the sheer delight you felt when he gifted you his final portrait: a beautiful, flattering, colour-drenched rendition of you. you return home that night with your heart all a-flutter, thinking: if Wally painted you so prettily, how must he feel towards you? 😳 hope this is what you were looking for, anon!! these are really fun to do - feel free to send in asks, headcanons or ideas, i'd love to write some more for Wally 🥰💖
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alexa-fika · 10 months ago
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New Portraits ( Mihawk x male!winged!child x Crocodile)
A/N: Kind of a request but not really? Mixed from these two comments/asks from @imaginarydreams and @spiderman-er the latter which came from Minawk’s opla actor and his daughter reacting to the Crossguild poster in https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8pcqLww/ yall din’t think this was coming did you XD, I DID NOT BRUSH IT OFF SPIDER, DIN’t FORGET IMAGINARY, I WAS JUST COOKING. And also part 2 to New beginnings which was an ask of @🐼 💕, just realized I got the wrong pronouns in the first one, fixed it in this one and will go back to fix the other one shortly!
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Dividers by @/saradika
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Reader looked around the offices, still exploring the headquarters and their new home
He was more or less used to the place, his father’s new coworkers, if one could call the second one a co-worker.
He had seen Crocodile a few times; the man seemed scary, but after being raised by someone like Mihawk, Crocodile was not that big of a personality shock, and his father seemed to hold the man with respect with was no easy feat, so he often approached the former-warlord much to his chagrin.
However, with the passing days, he had become more used to the boy’s interactions and growing a soft spot for the winged boy.
As Reader continued exploring, he spotted a poster with some familiar faces on it; he gently picked the paper up, tilting his head, confused until a smile grew on his face as he took off running towards where he knew his father probably found himself at occasionally flapping his wings to fasten his pace.
“Papa! Uncle Crocodile!”
Both former warlords turn to face the child running over to them; Crocodile with a frown while Mihawk with just welcomes him with a raised brow at his sudden entrance.
"Hm?" Mihawk said, his expression softening at the sight of his child.
He climbs the sofa they both sat in with a small flap of their wings
“Look!Look!” He says, waving the poster
“Hm? What is it?” Crocodile asked, leaning back on the sofa.
Mihawk raises a brow once again, leaning forward with his interest piqued by what this sudden outburst might be about.
“Papa and Uncle Crocodile are in it!” He said cheerily
"Let me see that," Mihawk said curiously, leaning over to take a glimpse at what the child was talking about, his eyes scanning the Poster for a few seconds.
“Crocodile…It seems the clown decided to assign himself as our boss,” he said, handing the Crossguild poster to Crocodile
"Oh?" Crocodile growled; he quickly snatched the paper up, frowning as he promptly went over the contents of the paper.
He did not look too pleased…
“That useless clown, im going to skin him alive,” he growls, putting the poster down and shooting up from the Sofa, glancing back at Mihawk,
“I will bring the idiot here; it seems we need to set some things straight,” he said, leaving the room stopping before he left
“Thank you for showing us the poster Reader.” He grunts as he leaves the room leaving a confused Reader behind
Mihawk sighs, grabbing the poster and beckoning the child closer
The child switches his glance from the door Crocodile had just stomped out of to his dad, smiling and fluttering into his lap
Mihawk chuckles softly, gently embracing the child in his arms as the child rests in his arms, his head leaning against the swordsman's chest.
“Who’s this?” he said, pointing at the Sand-Man
“It’s a Crocodile!”
Mihawk chuckled, giving the child a slight tap on his head with his finger.
“Yeah, and who’s that?” he said, pointing at the blue-haired man at the center of the poster
“The clown!”
“And who’s that?” he said, pointing to the last figure on the poster
“It’s Dada!”
He chuckles slightly at his son’s enthusiasm at being able to identify him successfully
He ruffled the child’s hair.
Both their heads turn toward the door at the sound of Crocodile walking in, in one hand, he held the body of Buggy, which he threw in front of the sofa, and in his other hand, he held the head of said man, as he cried and plead for them to spare him
Mihawk’s eyebrow lifted, and he slowly sat up, carefully placing the child on the ground; his face now held an irked expression
“Reader, could you wait in your room? We have some matters to attend to.”
The boy nodded slowly exiting the room with haste
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Something about these two men, or grumpy men interacting with a child in general just makes me burst 🥹 Also kinda of sudden ending there but it just made the most sense to me
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kenphobia · 2 years ago
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HEY LOVER!
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"Hey lover, won't you treat me right?"
summary. wally may be the town's darling but in his eyes and heart, you're the actual darling <3 (headcanons / 0.9k wc / see end notes)
contents. tooth-rotting fluff, kind of crackship core, romantic relationship. read my pinned post before interacting!
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✦ Perhaps, you were a new neighbor or just a random puppet from the outskirts of the neighborhood— whoever and where ever you are, you were bound to meet Wally some point in your life.
✦ Wally is a curious puppet and loves putting his (imaginary) nose into places he shouldn't be putting, and you caught his eye for some unknown reason. It was fine enough, he was only interested about your life before the neighborhood and what kind of things you like. Eventually, you started asking the same questions back at him and it went on from there.
✦ There was always something that Wally would get interested in someone, no matter how pathetic and boring they look and are. It's up for your own interpretation why he was so intrigued by your person in the first place, maybe it was your personality? Your smile? Your voice? Wally loves it all regardless.
✦ Being the town's local artist, Wally takes most of his inspiration from his surroundings and sooner or later, he began adding bits of you in his paintings. It began when you happened to be one of the many faces he painted to crowd his landscape paintings until he started painting portraits of you, many and many canvases pilling up in the corner, and all of them were of you.
✦ I wouldn't exactly say Wally was embarrassed, but he was coy. He only showed you few of those portraits and gave it you, but most of them are tucked somewhere in his house aka his bedroom. He reasoned was because they're unfinished when in reality, he couldn't properly 'sleep' without having a bit of you near him, even if it's just a painting he made.
✦ Wally loves it when you spend time with his friends too, especially when you get along with Barnaby! The canine puppet was his bestest friend and enjoys spending time with you two at the same time. He couldn't help but fawn over his two favorite people hanging out and actually being friends. Seems like a dream for him, to be honest.
✦ Before you and Wally had made it 'official', everyone assumed the two of you were already a thing. It was confusing, to say the least. It makes sense once you realized how lovey dovey you two had acted around each other.
Upon hearing a knock on your door, you immediately rushed to it and opened it. Though, you were about to open your mouth and blurt out a greeting, you stopped your tracks as you saw Frank holding Wally by his collar. Wally didn't look too happy being held up like a wet, pathetic cat.
"Sorry to disturb you, (Name), but I believe this is yours." Frank began, motioning to the smaller puppet beside them. "Your little boyfriend over here was found stealing few of Howdy's apples again."
You blinked, furrowing your brows in complete and utter confusion. "I— First of all, Boyfriend? And second of all, he was doing what again?"
"He was caught messing with the apples for the 3rd time this week. Eddie's dealing with an angry Howdy right now and we have to deal with your lovebirds' troubles because we're the only other couple here unfortunately." Frank explained, doing various of hand actions.
"I'm sorry, but me and Wally aren't a couple??"
Frank made a sound of confusion and acknowledgement. "Hm, I thought you were one of us. My mistake."
"I- I have no idea if you mean if we're also gay or if we're also in relationship like you and Eddie."
"Are we though?"
"Wally, I swear to god—"
✦ Wally is extremely touch starved, like most residents, and doesn't know what to do when you do give him affection so he goes limp in your arms. It takes him a few seconds to recover once you release him though, maybe stumbling a bit when you settle him back down on the floor or even crashing back into you. The latter would definitely happen and you'd be stuck with him atop you until someone pulls him off or you do.
✦ Whenever Home locks Wally out, you'd offer him to stay in your house. He'd deny a couple of times, but he'd later come with you since he doesn't want to stay out at night. He never really liked the dark anyways.
✦ He was a little nightlight at both yours and his place, and would ask you tell him bedtime stories. He doesn't sleep, yes, but he does enjoy laying down beside you and being used as some sort of stuff animal. He also even closes his eyes, so you'd think he's sleeping. You know he isn't and often call his BS.
"You know, (Name), that was the bestest sleep I had. We should do a sleepover again." Wally sugguested once, enjoying a lovely breakfast with you. He had turned away from his plate to face you for a moment, his pupils shrinking down.
"Wally, you don't sleep." You deadpanned, holding a cup of warm coffee in your hand.
"How would you know that, (Name)?" Wally tilted his head, smiling.
"Chanting 'I am sleeping' with your eyes closed doesn't count as sleeping, Wally."
✦ You're also the first one people would go to if Wally got into trouble. He's always off messing with Howdy's apples, 'borrowing' Julie's hairspray supply, breaking and entering in someone's house, etc... As much as many felonies Wally had committed, you still love him.
✦ You just wish he wasn't so nosy to make up for his lack of a nose.
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end notes. rewritten version of my previous yan!wally headcanons, friendly neighbor, although you could say this is just a normal headcanon that isn't derived from a now deleted post and it's stíll fine <33
i wanted to keep the old title but bleh, this is romantic so yeehaw (this was also queued btw lol)
requests are always open and my inbox is free for any recs (podcasts, args, etc), chatter and info dumping. ask for updates and i will burn your house like wally burned your mom /lh
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queenoffishingandcookies · 14 days ago
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I’m kind of curious as to when Kinzo’s wife passed away.
So (based on information from Legend, which I think is the most often she’s mentioned? Don’t own the visual novel myself so I depend on LPArchives and YouTube) -
Timeline-wise:
- When Battler looks at Beatrice’s portrait in Legend, he mentions (that at a glance) he almost thought it was his late grandmother, before getting a better look at her foreign features.
- Battler left the Ushiromiya Family somepoint between the family conference in October 1979 possibly(?), and whenever Asumu died in 1980, prior to the next conference.
- It’s stated he hasn’t seen the rest of his cousins or aunts or uncles since then, so it’s not likely that she died in the six/seven years that have passed.
- If his grandmother had died in the previous six/seven years, there’s no doubt he would have been expected to go to the funeral. Where the rest of the family would also be, if only for appearances sake.
- So, we can (reasonably?) assume at that she died before 1979/1980, before Battler left.
- We can also assume she died some point after 1973/1974. My reason for thinking this is that both Jessica and Battler have memories of their grandmother.
- I believe Jessica mentions her grandmother at some point in Legend, during the Besieged chapter.
- She mentions that her grandmother was always thinking Kinzo was cheating, and she (Jessica) assumed it was the imaginary witch.
- which I read as Jessica having actually met her grandmother, because I can’t see Natsuhi discussing the matter of infidelity, considering her extreme consideration in upholding family pride, with her.
(Can also be read as Jessica overhearing the matter long after she passed though, so arguably less grounding information to make an inference on).
- generally, younger kids below the age of five or six don’t really remember deceased relatives at all. So, for Batter and Jessica to remember their grandmother, they’d have to be a little older than that.
- both Battler and Jessica were born 1968, and would have been six/turned seven by 1975, which I think is a reasonably age at the youngest to remember someone?
- One fine Example of a young child remembering, however faintly, her deceased loved ones: Ange.
- so the range of time Kinzo’s wife could have died extends from 1975 to (early) 1979, or at the very least several months before the 1979 conference.
- Meaning Jessica and Battler would be anywhere from six at the earliest to eleven at the latest as their birthdays fall in the mid-later part of the year.
I wish we had more information on their grandmother.
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black-occamy · 1 year ago
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Cocoa By Night
A little Drarry fluff, 1630 words, #occamy-verse
I wanted to create this as a birthday gift, hoping that I could return at least a tiny bit of the joy I have every time @basiatlu posts anything on her Tumblr. I love your Sirius, totally. Also, you encouraged me to incorporate this idea in my main, so it seemed fitting to mention the whole Draco-runs-from-home-and-kind-of-gets-adopted-at-Grimmauld in something dedicated for you for the first time :D So, without further ado - the prompt for #boshhptober2023 was NIGHTMARE.
Harry stared at the ceiling above his bed, the pattern of the old wooden panels blurry without his glasses on. It was shortly after midnight, his smartphone informed him, and Harry had spent a couple minutes scrolling absent-mindedly through Fwooper, before he put it down and tried to fall asleep again.
It wasn’t that Ron was snoring softly in the other bed in the room; Harry got used to that over the last five years of sleeping in one dormitory with him. It wasn’t the soft tap-tapping sound of the summer night rain falling on London outside the opened window, either. Hazy memory of the nightmare was difficult to put in words or even concepts, but it was there. Skulking in the corner of his brain, ready to extend its imaginary tendrils towards him the moment he would close his eyes. A menace, waiting to haunt him as soon as he dozes off.
Harry sighed, massaging his temples and reached out for his glasses on the bedside table. If he wasn’t falling asleep any time soon, he could at least use the opportunity to make himself a cup of cocoa.
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Floorboards squeaked under his bare feet. He cast a quick glance towards Ron, not wanting to wake his friend up, but then somewhat also hoping he wouldn’t have to face the darkness of the ancient house alone. To his slight disappointment, Ron had just mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over away from the source of the sound.
There was a certain spooky air to the house on Grimmauld Place 12 that resisted all the attempts of renovation. Harry walked carefully through the corridors that always seemed way too long for the size of the building, especially in the middle of the night. Floorboards here were covered by a thick carpet, muffling his steps, as he slowly made his way downstairs, past the portrait of Walburga Black, who was whispering something to herself. It wasn’t unusual in itself - they got used to the portrait trying to have a say in everything they were doing. The uneasy truce of last summer was at least paying off in that she didn’t scream her painted lungs off at anyone that crossed the corridor. There was something different in the tone of her whispers tonight, however. Something bordering on excitement, a certain unnerving giddiness in the unrecognisable words. Harry felt his hand slowly trailing to the pocket of his night robe, fingers wrapped around the wand on instinct.
He blamed that for his reaction a couple of seconds later, when he crossed the living room towards the kitchen and something moved in the pile of blankets on one of the sofas. Startled like that, Harry immediately jumped into a battle stance, wand pointed in the direction of the movement, his breath held.
“Are you going to hex me, Potter?” The voice that came from beneath the pile of blankets was annoyingly familiar.
“What… Malfoy?” Harry blinked, squinting to see better in the darkness. “What the… Lumos!”
Light revealed Draco’s pale face and the rest of him dressed in what looked like one of Sirius’ pyjamas. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes, grimacing and shooting Harry an annoyed stare.
“Blind me, then?”
“What the hell are you doing in my house, Malfoy?” Harry hissed, trying not to be too loud. A series of possible scenarios ran through his head, each one wilder than the previous and all equally unlikely. Draco Malfoy. In the living room. At Grimmauld Place. These three phrases didn’t actually fit, regardless how he slammed them together.
“Your house?” Draco rubbed his eyes and groaned. “Can you stop that? I cannot see shit right now.”
“It’s Sirius’ house, so it’s my house,” Harry lowered the wand, dimming the spell so that it was just enough to illuminate the room a little. “Again, where the hell did you come from?”
“The street,” Malfoy snapped. “I climbed through the kitchen window like a stray cat and crashed into this room, what do you think?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Your… guardian, my cousin, let me stay the night,” Draco explained, rolling his eyes. “Isn’t it obvious someone had to let me in here? Merlin, one would have thought your grasp on magic was better after those five years, Potter. This is a bloody fort, this house, with all the charms around it.”
“That still doesn’t explain anything, Malfoy,” Harry pointed out. He was not going to let the all-too-familiar dismissive tone of Draco's voice get to him. “It’s not like you could stumble on the front porch by accident and get yourself invited.”
“No, it’s not, is it?”
They stared at each other in tense silence, Draco hunched defensively on the makeshift bed in argyle pyjamas that was a couple sizes too big for him. His sleek hair was tousled, but not only from sleeping. Harry suddenly realised that Malfoy’s face was much paler than usual, bags under his eyes making him look tired and surprisingly older. And - somehow - on the run.
He lowered his wand. If Draco didn’t want to explain why, at least he wasn’t lying about the how. There was no way he would get inside Grimmauld Place without someone of the family members letting him in - Gemma made sure the spells on the front door would recognise their own and them only.
Regardless of the reasons for the heir of the Malfoy family to end up on a sofa in Grimmauld Place this summer night, common courtesy was to treat him as a guest, after all. Especially after waking him up like this.
“I was going to make myself some cocoa. Want to join?”
Malfoy stared at him with an incredulous look on his face. “For cocoa?”
“Or butterbeer. Sirius thinks he hides it well, but I know in which cupboard he stashes it,” Harry smirked. “Nothing too heavy, of course. He keeps those in his study.”
Draco opened his mouth, hesitated, then nodded. “Cocoa sounds good.”
Harry turned around and walked towards the kitchen, further dimming the light from his wand. Rustling sounds behind let him know that the other boy left the sofa and quickly followed in his footsteps. He resisted the urge to tease Malfoy for being scared of the dark. After all, it was the Grimmauld Place they were in.
He switched on the light in the kitchen and started rummaging through the shelves in search of the cocoa box. Draco was watching him from the seat he took at the table, narrowing his eyes when the cocoa turned out to be store-bought, but he said nothing. Not until the fridge was opened, at least.
“Are all the appliances Muggle around here?” he scoffed out loud and Harry felt himself grin at that.
“Careful. We use the phrase ‘non-magical’ in this house,” he warned. “Auntie Gem can hear the other one through the walls.”
The expression on Malfoy’s face was worth it, Harry decided in his head. Even if he did feel a little bad for him.
“Uh-huh.”
“Oat milk or rice milk?” Harry lifted up both containers and Draco stared at him with visible confusion for a long while. “Remus is vegan,” he explained. “So, which one?”
“Lupin is…”
“Oat is open, so we’re taking this one,” Harry decided, closing the fridge.
“You are all crazy here.”
“Yeah, well, you’re going to fit right in. If you’re going to stay, that is.”
Draco scoffed and said nothing, eyeing him suspiciously while the milk heated up on the stove. When Harry put the steaming cup in front of him, his grey eyes brightened. Long fingers wrapped around the mug carefully, as if he was trying to absorb the warmth through his skin. Harry quickly decided to focus on his own cocoa.
They sat in silence for a while, with the only sounds being them drinking short careful sips and blowing over the surface of their drinks. Draco was the first to speak.
“It’s actually quite tasty,” he declared, then winced slightly and added. “For a non-magical beverage, that is.”
“Don’t burn yourself.”
“Sod off, Potter.”
Harry grinned. “You know, Malfoy, if someone had told me yesterday we’d be drinking hot cocoa in this kitchen together, I’d laugh my ass off.”
Draco stared at his mug for a long moment in silence.
“If you’d like to tell me why…”
“Not planning to!” Malfoy snapped, not looking at him. Harry raised his hands, palms up.
“Okay, okay, whatever. If Sirius let you borrow his pyjamas and stay in the house, that’s good enough for me. All I’m saying is, we don’t need to be fighting anymore, right? Not after…”
“Whatever, Potter.”
“Yeah, okay.”
He watched Draco’s fingers move around the mug nervously, tapping a rhythm. Slowly, the lines of his face softened into a careful smile. A nice one, Harry thought, somewhat more real than the usual, disdainful smirks Malfoy was known for in Hogwarts.
“If someone had told me yesterday I’d be happy to drink Mu… non-magical cocoa today, I’d hex them,” he said finally. “And if they told me you’d be the one making it…” his voice trailed off and Draco sighed.
“You’d hex them twice?” Harry suggested.
“Yeah, for real.”
It was surprisingly freeing to share a laugh with him, the boy who had been hell-bent on making his life miserable since the first year of school. Harry decided he wouldn’t mind doing it more often.
“It’s weird, Potter. Laughing with you other than at you, I mean.”
“I’d say it’s an improvement, wouldn’t you?”
Malfoy’s pale-grey eyes stared at him thoughtfully from above the cocoa mug. Then he grinned.
“Maybe…”
“I’ll take it,” Harry returned the smile. Funny, he thought, how it was the first time ever that he was glad for having his nightmares.
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Piper + Sosiel Banter
For the ‘Champion as Companion’ Prompt!
Piper: (humming under her breath)
Sosiel: Please, sing louder! A bit of music is a welcome reprieve from the weariness of travel.
Sosiel: Your devotions to Desna are admirable. Are you familiar with the teachings of Shelyn? I believe you would find much to appreciate in her worship, as well.
Piper: Not trying to tempt me away from my goddess, are you, Dear? (Laughs) I am familiar, but Shelyn worship appears quite…formal. I’m better suited to singing under the starts than whatever it is you do behind those golden temple doors.
Piper: Your brother’s lucky. Not all of us would have someone looking if we disappeared.
Sosiel: Lucky is not the word I would use…but I appreciate the sentiment. I only hope my search is not in vain.
Sosiel: Have you never been to a Shelynite temple? You should accompany me sometime. I have a feeling you would enjoy it immensely.
Piper: (laughs) A work of art such as myself would fit right in, is that it?
Sosiel: Would you consider sitting for a portrait one of these days? I have a suspicion you’d make for a marvelous subject.
Piper: Oh, I’d be honored! Would you believe that in all my years, I’ve never been asked to pose before? I’ll start preparing my outfit immediately.
Piper: The invitation is very kind, Sosiel Dear, but in all honesty I must decline. My presence at an established temple may not be the best of ideas.
Sosiel: Why? Because you’re a tiefling? Nonsense. You belong there just as much as anyone else. Shelyn knows this, even if some small-minded others don’t.
Sosiel: I’d like to say how grateful I am for your songs, Piper. They’re quite inspiring when the world is bleak.
Piper: Oh, I have the easy job- it’s a simple thing to make up imaginary stories that are inspiring. You manage to paint things that are real, and somehow still make them beautiful.
Piper: I must tell you again how divine the portrait you did for me is. You truly are a wonder with those paints, Dear.
Sosiel: It was my pleasure- and hardly a difficult task, when working with such a colorful spirit as yourself.
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18th September >> Fr. Martin's Reflections/Homilies on Today's Mass Readings for Wednesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time (Inc. Luke 7:31-35): ‘Wisdom has been proved right by all her children’.
Wednesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time
Gospel (Except USA) Luke 7:31-35 'We played the pipes, and you wouldn't dance'.
Jesus said to the people: ‘What description can I find for the men of this generation? What are they like? They are like children shouting to one another while they sit in the market-place:
‘“We played the pipes for you, and you wouldn’t dance; we sang dirges, and you wouldn’t cry.”
‘For John the Baptist comes, not eating bread, not drinking wine, and you say, “He is possessed.” The Son of Man comes, eating and drinking, and you say, “Look, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners.” Yet Wisdom has been proved right by all her children.’
Gospel (USA) Luke 7:31-35 We played the flute for you, but you did not dance. We sang a dirge, but you did not weep.
Jesus said to the crowds: “To what shall I compare the people of this generation? What are they like? They are like children who sit in the marketplace and call to one another,
‘We played the flute for you, but you did not dance. We sang a dirge, but you did not weep.’
For John the Baptist came neither eating food nor drinking wine, and you said, ‘He is possessed by a demon.’ The Son of Man came eating and drinking and you said, ‘Look, he is a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners.’ But wisdom is vindicated by all her children.”
Reflections (7)
(i) Wednesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time
In today’s first reading, Paul declares, ‘When I was a child, I used to talk like a child, and think like a child, and argue like a child, but now I am a man, all childish ways are put behind me’. In the gospel reading, Jesus gives us a portrait of children talking and behaving as children. They are playing children’s games in the market place, imagining themselves to be playing the pipes at a celebratory event, like a wedding, and to be singing dirges at a mournful event, like a funeral. Yet, some children simply don’t want to join in these games; they are equally unmoved by both the imaginary pipe playing and dirge singing of the other children. Jesus is reminded of how unmoved the people of his generation have been by the somewhat sombre ministry of John the Baptist and his own much more joyful ministry. They labelled John as ‘possessed’ and Jesus as a ‘glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners’. In Paul’s wonderful portrait of love in the first reading, he declares that love ‘does not take offence, and is not resentful’. Many of Jesus’ contemporaries took offence at and resented the very different ministries of John the Baptist and Jesus. They lacked the quality of love towards John and Jesus that Paul describes in the first reading. This quality of love is a more than human love. It is what Paul calls elsewhere the fruit of the Spirit. It is the outward expression of God’s love that has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit. If we open our hearts to the Spirit, we will come to see others with the eyes of love, the eyes of the Lord. We will recognize the ways God is at work in people’s lives, rather than dismissing them with the kind of cheap labels that Jesus’ contemporaries used for himself and John the Baptist.
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(ii) Wednesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time
The gospels suggest that Jesus was very observant of day to day life around him. His powers of observation come through especially in the parables he spoke. The image of the sower sowing seed, of the wealthy man with two very different sons, of the traveller who fell among robbers, are all draw from his own experience of day to day life. Jesus was not only observant of life, but he recognized that all of life speaks to us of God’s relationship with us and of ours with God. This morning’s gospel reading suggests that Jesus was very observant of children, and of children’s play in particular. Even the play of children in the market place spoke to Jesus about how people respond to God’s call and presence. Jesus saw the children who play at being pipers for other children to dance and who play at singing dirges for other children to cry as images of his own ministry and of the ministry of John the Baptist. Jesus identifies readily with the children’s acting out of the role of the piper who invites people to dance. It is interesting to think of Jesus as a piper and of his ministry as a tune, and of ourselves as invited to dance to the tune that Jesus plays. Jesus’ life plays the music of God and we are invited to move to that music. Jesus is God’s musician, and our calling is to listen to God’s music that is played through the life, death and resurrection of Jesus, and to allow that music to move and shape us.
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(iii) Wednesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time
Jesus uses a very striking image in that gospel reading to describe the reaction of the people of his generation to his ministry and that of John the Baptist. They are like children who refuse to dance when other children in the playground play the pipes; they are also like children refuse to cry when other children in the playground sing dirges.  Jesus identifies himself with the children who play the pipes and John with the children who sing dirges. It is striking that Jesus speaks of himself in terms of children who play pipes for other children to dance. It is interesting to think of Jesus as a piper who plays a tune that invites people to dance to it. In a sense, that is what we are about as followers of Jesus. We are people who dance to Jesus’ tune. We often use that phrase of dancing to someone’s tune in our day to day conversation. The gospel reading suggests that as followers of Jesus we are people who try to attune ourselves to his rhythm, to his music, and then, having done so, to try and move in time with his music. In other words we are to allow the music that Jesus plays by his life, death and resurrection, the song that he sings, to shape our lives. That particular image suggests that attentive and ongoing listening is very important in our relationship with the Lord, because we can only move to music that we listen attentively to, and that, in some sense, has become part of us. Mary was an attentive listener to the Lord’s word, and she, more than anyone, is the person whose life is in tune with the song, with the music, of Jesus. Her own song, the Magnificat, is very much in keeping with the song of Jesus, the message and the life of Jesus. She is our model and our inspiration as we try to live in tune with Jesus’ song.
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(iv) Wednesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time
The gospels suggest that Jesus had a wonderful relationship with children. He welcomed them when his own disciples were trying to keep them away from him. He pointed to them as the disciples’ teachers because of their openness to God’s presence. He identified with them completely, declaring that, in receiving such children, people are receiving him. This morning’s gospel reading suggests that Jesus was very observant of children’s play in the market place. The refusal of some children to join in the other children’s games reminded him of the refusal of his contemporaries to take seriously either himself or John the Baptist. If the children’s funeral games reminded Jesus of the ministry of John, their dancing games reminded him of his own ministry. It is interesting to think of Jesus as a piper who plays a tune for us to dance to. Jesus is the music of God. To follow him is to allow his music, the music of God, to enter deep into our hearts, souls and minds so that our whole lives move to its rhythm. The music played by the life, death and resurrection of Jesus is not a dirge that evokes tears. It is joyous music because it proclaims the favour of God towards all. It calls forth joyful dancing, the dance of the Spirit. As followers of the Lord, we carry a joyful song in our heart, even in dark times, because we appreciate how greatly we have been graced. Our calling is to allow something of the music of God that Jesus plays to move our lives and to touch the lives of all whom we meet.
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(v) Wednesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time
Music is something we all appreciate. We may have different tastes in music, but we are all drawn to some kind of music. In our parish reading group we once read a book entitled ‘Life after Life’. It is the prison memoirs of Paddy Armstrong, one of the four wrongly convicted for the bombings in Guilford, London, in the mid-1970s. I was struck by how in his darkest days in prison, music lifted his heart and his spirits, the music of bands like Pink Floyd. Listening through his head phones in a prison cell momentarily brought him into another world. In this morning’s gospel reading, Jesus uses the language of music to speak of his own ministry and the ministry of John the Baptist. He compares the Baptist’s ministry to children in the market place singing dirges, playing at funerals, and he compares his own ministry to children in the market place playing pipes, as at a wedding or some other celebratory event. There was a sombre character to the ministry of John the Baptist which was absent from Jesus’ ministry and there was a joyful, celebratory character to Jesus’ ministry which was absent from the Baptist’s. Jesus declares that neither the sombre music of John’s ministry or the joyful music of his own ministry moved many of his contemporaries. They dismissed John as possessed and Jesus as a glutton and drunkard. Jesus played the music of God in a way no one else has ever done. The risen Lord continues to play the music of God through the Holy Spirit today. We try to become more and more attuned to that music of the Spirit, so that its melody feeds our spirit and its rhythm shapes how we live.  
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(vi) Wednesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time
Today’s first reading speaks of ‘the Church of the living God’ as ‘God’s family’. Within this family of faith, we look to God as our Father, to Mary as our Mother, and to Jesus as our brother and, also, as our Lord who, according to our reading, was ‘taken up in glory’ but is also ‘made visible in the flesh’. Within any good family, children have a special place. There is a recognition that they need the support and guidance of parents and guardians. There is often a recognition also that children have much to give to other members of the family, as well as much to receive from them. Jesus was very aware that we all have much to receive and learn from children. He declared on one occasion that we can only enter the kingdom of God if we receive it like a child, with the same openness and trusting spirit of the child. Today’s gospel reading suggests that Jesus was a keen observer of children at play. He saw in their play a pattern that helped him to interpret how his ministry and the ministry of John the Baptist was being received by others. One group of children in the market square play at being musicians at a wedding but the second group of children won’t join in their game, refusing to dance. Then the first group play at singing dirges at a funeral but the second group of children wouldn’t join in their game by crying. It reminded Jesus of how many of his contemporaries were equally indifferent to his own joyful ministry and to the more sombre ministry of John the Baptist, claiming Jesus was just a glutton and drunkard and John was possessed. It is easy to label people we find challenging or disturbing in some way. It is a convenient way of keeping them at a distance. Yet, as Jesus suggests at the end of the gospel reading, the Wisdom of God can often be speaking powerfully to us through those we are inclined to dismiss. Like the son who was asked to go into the vineyard by his father in one of Jesus’ parables, we often need to reconsider our initial ‘no’ to some call that comes to us.
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(vii) Wednesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time
Jesus seems to have been a keen observer of human interaction, including that of children. In the gospel reading, he gives us an image of children in the market square talking and behaving as children. They are playing children’s games, imagining themselves to be playing the pipes at a celebration of some kind, like a wedding, and to be singing dirges, as at a funeral. Yet, some of children’s friends simply don’t want to play either wedding or funeral games; they refused to be moved either by the imaginary playing of pipes or the singing of dirges. When Jesus saw this, he was reminded of how the people of his generation refused to be moved either by the somewhat sombre ministry of John the Baptist or his own much more joyful ministry. They labelled John as ‘possessed’ and Jesus as a ‘glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners’. Many of Jesus’ contemporaries took offence at both John the Baptist and Jesus and resented their ministries. It is interesting that Jesus identifies his ministry with the children pretending to play the pipes. We don’t often think of Jesus as a piper calling on people to dance to his tune. Perhaps we could image the Holy Spirit, the Spirit of the risen Jesus, playing a tune deep within us, calling out to us to move in harmony with that tune, to live lives that give expression to the tune the Spirit is playing deep in our hearts. That tune of the Spirit is a love song, the song of God’s deep love for us, revealed in the life, death and resurrection of Jesus. Our lives are to reflect that love song of the Spirit being played deep within us.
Fr. Martin Hogan.
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lumiereandcogsworth · 6 months ago
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it's mother's day so I must know, what was Belle's first one like, and if you've thought about it, what was her first with each kiddo like? does she have a favorite or special mother's day memory? what kind of gifts do the kids (and Adam) give her? 🥹💖
AAHH !!!! 💕💞💓
her first mother’s day with renée (AND EVER!!!!!) was precious but probably mostly uneventful, since renée was only a month old and was pretty much just crying or sleeping at that point. (mostly crying.) i know adam got belle a bouquet of roses (and said they were from renée, of course) and probably other little gifties because that man cannot control himself when it comes to gifts. but overall i think they’d spend the day half in bed and half outside !!! i’m sure the little family has a lovely picnic ☀️💖 and i think maurice would maybe give her a portrait of her & renée 🤧 and it makes belle cry because it Does look similar to the portrait of her and her mama… very bittersweet thing. i’m Sure maurice cried at some point while making it😭 anyway!! belle loves her baby so so so much. i’ve talked about it before but belle, of course, never really thought she’d get the chance to be a mama. because she Knew she’d only marry for the greatest of love. so the fact that she!!! GETS TO BE A MAMA!!! she’s so happy :”) i’ll link this fic since that’s where i discuss that topic more 💖
her first mother’s day with juliette (well, technically she was pregnant with her on a mother’s day, and renée was 2, and i’m sure that was a very sweet time!! but) juliette’s First mother’s day, post-womb, she was like ten months old!!!!!!! and renée was newly 3 years old and very Active and Excited about everything. this time adam put the the bouquet of flowers in renée’s little arms and he lifted her up onto the bed in the early morning and renée said “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, MAMA!!!” and dropped the flowers all over belle’s lap, which made her laugh SO hard. she wrangled renée into her arms and kissed her a million times. baby juliette was there too, getting snuggles from her mama all day long 🥰 i think maurice would make a tradition of his gift, and he made a portrait of belle and her two (!!!) daughters.
her first mother’s day with little maurice !!! (again, she was pregnant with him during a mother’s day, but anyway) reecy was six months old. little guy :”3 renée was 7 but juliette was still 4. it was LOVELY!!!!! spending lovely time outside. i can picture belle sitting under the shade of a tree, rocking her little baby son, while her daughters (especially renée) are bouncing around her, telling her stories, including her in imaginary tea parties and warriors’ battles in equal measure. adam is there too, playing and just loving his family endlessly. and of COURSE ! grandpa maurice presents belle with another painting, this time of her and her three little beauties 🤧 it’s just always such a lovely daaaaayyy
in terms of gifts from adam, it’s mostly flowers and jewelry. he knows most of all that belle just wants to spend the day with her babies, so he lets her take the lead on this day and just spends time with his darlings. they do whatever belle wants to do, which is usually just outdoor activities like walks or horseback riding.
a mother’s day memory that belle loves is when renée was four. she’d been Really wanting to ride the horses, like even before she could speak she’s always been so fascinated by them!!! but up until this point, adam had been hesitant about it. belle was too at first, but around when she was three, belle started pleading with adam too to let her try lmao. so he said when she was four, Fine. renée turned four in april, but they were in paris at the time, so they did other fun stuff less horse-related. they came back home just before mother’s day, and so, on the day, renée rode a horse with her mama for the first time🥹 and adam was (Of Course) very nervous about it. he was standing there holding juliette on his hip just being like “and make sure you hold onto her, darling. and renée, RENÉE, hold onto the saddle horn. okay? don’t let go of it, macaron. are you hearing me?” and belle’s of course like just super excited, AND RENÉE IS BESIDE HERSELF!!!!!! (adam has to Keep telling her to put her hands back on the saddle horn, because she keeps flapping her hands all over the place). but eventually they go, slow at first, and renée’s just giggling so excited. and eventually philippe is trotting, then cantering, maybe even galloping !!! and it’s SO FUN !!!!! belle and renée are both laughing so much, adam can’t help but beam happily 🥹🥹🥹
gosh!!!!!!!! i think in general, the kids love to make her gifts. i think one year, renée tried to write a book for her. (when she was like. 8.) and adam’s like “wow that’s pretty ambitious!” and renée was like *elle woods voice * “what, like it’s hard?” afjskd. she ends up writing and illustrating a Very short story but her grandfather helps her bind the pages together and belle LOVES the gift so so so much. renée sits on her lap and reads the story to her and Gosh it’s so cute. but yeah anyway CRAFTS !! all three of them love making her drawings, on literally any given day, but they’ll go all out for mother’s day. they just love like, telling stories. because STORIES ARE THIS FAMILY’S LOVE LANGUAGE !!! they write little plays with their friends and act them out for her. they make storyboard/comic strips and show them to her. it’s just so !!! lovely.
i think juliette isn’t AS arts & crafts-y as her sister and brother, but she’s always there to go along with their ideas. i think later on in years, when juliette is a teenager, she writes little songs for her mama. like, not lyrics, but on the violin!! tunes that have essence of belle. and she then plays them for her mother and it always makes belle tear up 🥺 so juliette does end up being creative and artsy, just with her music !!
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tardis-festivities-old · 1 year ago
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Pinch hit 2 - CLAIMED
We have a pinch hit. If you can do it then please either respond on the Dreamwidth post (all comments are screened) or use the email listed in the contact post with your AO3 name.
This is due 21st November 7pm UTC (note, this is later than the assignment deadline and no extensions will be given on this pinch hit). Minimum is 300 words or a nice sketch on lined paper.
Fandoms: The Diary of River Song (Big Finish Audio), Doctor Who (1963), Doctor Who (Big Finish Audio), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who: Eighth Doctor Adventures - Various Authors, Doctor Who: Scream of the Shalka, Doctor Who Unbound: Doctor of War (Big Finish Audio), Doctor Who: Virgin New Adventures - Various Authors, Gallifrey (Big Finish Audio), The Time Travellers (BBV Series) Mediums: Art, Fic
Requester: lurking_latinst
The Diary of River Song (Big Finish Audio)
Ship: Sixth Doctor/River Song (The Diary of River Song), Ship: Seventh Doctor/River Song (The Diary of River Song)
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
Six/River: I love how they’re both such passionate, dramatic, emotional people, and they create this kind of beautiful harmony of intensity. A missing scene from their audio? An AU where they spend a longer time together? Another first meeting? (They’ve had so many…)
Seven/River: I like Seven to be in love and sad about it. Or at least with an undertone of melancholy. His tendency to know rather too much, especially about his own past and future, would combine very interestingly with River's whole deal, I think. It would also be nice for them to get to have some more proper adventures together - something they both
Don’t feel the need to explain and justify how it fits into their timelines, especially at this length, unless you want to. Amnesia lipstick covers a multitude of paradoxes.
Doctor Who (1963)
Ship: The Doctor/The Doctor's TARDIS (DW 1963), Ship: Seventh Doctor & Ray Defwydd (DW 1963), Ship: Fourth Doctor/Romana II & Adric (DW 1963), Ship: Fifth Doctor/Romana II (DW 1963), Ship: Seventh Doctor/Romana & Ace (DW 1963), Ship: Seventh Doctor/Romana (DW 1963), Earl Sigma (DW 1963), Ship: Seventh Doctor & Ace McShane (DW 1963), Ship: Fourth Doctor/Romana II (DW 1963), Romana II (DW 1963)
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
Doctor/TARDIS: I love Doctor/TARDIS especially when it’s strange and psychic and it takes them a lot of work to discover & understand each other. I especially like TARDIS POV or alternating POVs, although I would rather she can’t actually communicate with other characters in words.
Four/Romana II: Anything from tropey romance to Time War foreshadowing angst is wonderful. I love that air they have of irresponsible aristocrats on holiday--and then how they'll suddenly turn on a dime and start saving lives, if need be. I absolutely adore them being domestic, especially since neither of them is that good at it. I would love them being undercover as a Normal Earth Couple, including in a historical setting (yes, I did like The Auntie Matter). Canon-typical adventures with a shippy edge are also excellent.
Four/Romana II & Adric: For a few short episodes Four and Romana are pretty much co-parenting Adric and I desperately want to see more of how they handle it. The Doctor doesn’t like responsibility and I’m not sure Romana likes children very much–how do they discuss or avoid the fact that they now have a whole teenager living in their house? What does Adric observe and think of them? (Feel free to cram extra time into the E-Space trilogy, or write in an AU where Romana returned to N-Space with the Doctor and Adric, or whatever.)
Romana II: I really love Romana’s intelligence, her intensity, and her unique perspective as a Time Lady who's not strictly a renegade, but also not bound by the typical prejudices and assumptions of the Time Lords. Feel free to throw in some Gallifreyan worldbuilding if you want!
Five/Romana II: They have a lot of unfinished business and I do think they just genuinely miss each other. But Five's very different from Four, partly I think because he'd grown used to having Romana around and is trying to get on without her. So what happens if they reconnect? If you want to include Five's companions, what do they think of her and of their relationship?
Seven & Ray: I think her friendship with the Doctor in the brief time they know each other is beautiful and they seem to really get each other. A canon-typical scene with Ray as a full-time companion would make me very happy, as would a missing scene from Delta and the Bannermen. It would also be interesting to see the Doctor running into an older Ray later in life.
Seven/Romana: I love the idea of them reuniting with each other after so many changes for both of them. Maybe, even though they live such different lives now, they could still find their way back to each other…. Gallifreyan worldbuilding is very welcome, or maybe the Doctor gets her to sneak off with him for just one quick adventure/date?
Seven & Ace: Anything that digs into their relationship--whether it explores their insecurities or uncertainties about each other, or shows how beautifully they work as a team. I like the idea that Ace is in some ways as much of a mystery to the Doctor as he is to her. Does Ace gradually realize that the Doctor is training her, specifically, to do what he does--perhaps when he's gone, whatever that might mean? Does she want to do that? What does he learn from her?
Seven/Romana & Ace: What happens if they all three go on an adventure together? Or alternatively, what kind of conversations do the Doctor and Romana have about Ace, her personality, and his plans for her? Romana might have a very different perspective.
Earl Sigma: I love that in addition to being a musician he's actually a psychology student on holiday. I'd love some exploration of who he is, what he does with his life, and what he thinks of the Doctor and Ace and the one-night revolution.
Doctor Who (Big Finish Audio)
Ship: Irving Braxiatel & Sixth Doctor (DW BFA), Ship: Irving Braxiatel & Eighth Doctor (DW BFA), Ship: "Eeyore"!Eighth Doctor & "Tigger"!Eighth Doctor & "Normal"!Eighth Doctor (DW BFA - Caerdroia), Margaret "Peg" Pollard (DW BFA), Ship: Sixth Doctor & Iris Wildthyme (DW BFA), Ship: Second Doctor & Charley Pollard (DW BFA), Ship: Sixth Doctor/Charley Pollard (DW BFA), Ship: Sixth Doctor & Charley Pollard (DW BFA)
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
I also, for requests where this is relevant, like stories where platonic pairings go through typical shipping tropes (mistaken for a couple, accidental marriage, only one bed, etc.) and navigate those situations in their own unique ways, ultimately reaffirming how much they value their relationship the way it is (i.e. not ending up as a romantic or sexual pairing).
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
Two & Charley: What would an AU with Two in Storm Warning be like? No need to explain where exactly it fits in his timeline or anything. I just feel like he and Charley would work together so well and have so much fun. Or alternatively–what if in Season 6B, when he’s working for the CIA, the Doctor is sent to find and deal with a girl who shouldn’t exist, only to find that she’s travelling (or used to travel) with one of his future selves, and turning her in is a lot harder than he expected….
Six &/ Charley: I love Six and Charley and their complicated feelings for and about each other. I love how strange their relationship is, but they're both quite strange people at this point, so it kind of works… For the Charley/Six request, I'd be really down for some complicated yearning. She is or was in love with him but not him him; he feels drawn to her but doesn't understand why. Want to unpack that? Go right ahead! (Want to unpack that in a platonic, ampersand-ish way? Go right ahead with that too!) I’d also love to see them go through some fun juicy tropes. (Fake/accidental marriage… the lying, the inability to communicate their real feelings….) I'd also be down for alternate ending/fixit fic.
Six & Brax: Six’s intense reluctance to ask for Brax’s help in “The 100 Days of the Doctor” made me very much want to see them having to work together. Six doesn’t cope well with Gallifrey, Brax is Gallifrey. Six will be playing the role of the Disreputable Renegade even more than he actually is, just to scandalize Brax. They could meet at some intergalactic summit where Brax is a delegate and Six is foiling a plot. Or what if Brax gets involved in the events of Trial of a Time Lord? After all, the family honor could be at stake…. Feel free to include any or no companion.
Six & Iris: Iris! She's so much fun, and I'm fascinated by the side of the Doctor that she brings out. Maybe they have some adventures together after The Wormery and work through some of what's happened to them lately? (Canon-typical ship-teasing--mainly one-sided on Iris' part--is fine and welcome.) Iris is just always a delight, and I love how strangely comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time she makes the Doctor--especially Six, who wears his hearts on his colorful sleeves.
Eight & Brax: There's so much happening on Gallifrey in the Eight era--what happens if the two of them have to work together? Political drama/shenanigans, Eight getting in a scrape and needing help from Brax or vice versa, family drama--all great.
Caerdroia triplets: Some ideas: a missing scene from the episode, AU where the three of them don't reintegrate at the end or have trouble doing so, POV of one of them on the other two, or they re-split later on and how are Charley and C'rizz going to deal with it this time?
Margaret Pollard: A story from the Pollard sisters' childhood, a look at Peggy's later life (how does she cope with what happens to her sisters?), a story where Charley sees her again (what does Peggy think of Charley's unconventional space lifestyle?) or reminisces about her--it's all headcanons here, and I want you to tell me all of yours! Also, I have a random cracky headcanon that, since Cissy dates [spoiler] and Charley has… whatever relationship she has… with the Doctor, Peggy must have some kind of romantic relationship with some Time Lord somewhere, just for symmetry. If you want to play with that, have at it!
Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
Ship: Eighth Doctor (DW BFA) & Missy (DW 2005), Ship: Ninth Doctor (DW 2005)/Charley Pollard (DW BFA), Ship: Ninth Doctor (DW 2005) & Charley Pollard (DW BFA), Ship: Ninth Doctor (DW 2005) & Ace McShane (DW 1963), Ship: Irving Braxiatel (Gallifrey) & Susan Foreman (DW 1963), Ship: Irving Braxiatel (Gallifrey) & First Doctor & Susan Foreman (DW 1963)
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
I also, for requests where this is relevant, like stories where platonic pairings go through typical shipping tropes (mistaken for a couple, accidental marriage, only one bed, etc.) and navigate those situations in their own unique ways, ultimately reaffirming how much they value their relationship the way it is (i.e. not ending up as a romantic or sexual pairing).
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
(One &) Brax & Susan: Please dump all of your Gallifreyan family headcanons on me! I would love to see this relationship be complicated but not all bad, whether it's a young Susan on Gallifrey or perhaps Brax (re?)connecting with her later in her life. I can't think he would understand or approve of her choices, nor the Doctor's choices regarding her, but he might learn to respect her for who she is. I think she might take after him a bit, actually, in personality (which would not necessarily help their relationship…).
Eight & Missy: I just think there's so much potential for high drama here! Whether she's in disguise/not telling him who she is, or he's amnesiac, or both, or neither, or the Time War is involved… I feel like a historical or steampunky setting could be really fun, especially since their outfits kind of match :D Shippy undertones (at the level of Missy's canonical flirting with the Doctor) are totally fine if you go that direction.
Nine &/ Charley: Reconnecting in any way, at any point in either of their timelines, would be just wonderful. Charley will probably recognize that the Doctor has a lot of fascinating new issues to repress, but I'd love it if she got the chance to talk about some of her experiences and feelings that she and Eight never really resolved. Possibly in the middle of adventure and danger!
Nine & Ace: Similarly, I'd love to see them reconnect and work through stuff that never got closure. Or an AU where Nine is the Doctor who meets Ace on Iceworld! I feel like they'd get along.
Doctor Who: Eighth Doctor Adventures - Various Authors
Ship: Eighth Doctor & Anji Kapoor (DW EDA), Anji Kapoor (DW EDA)
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
I also, for requests where this is relevant, like stories where platonic pairings go through typical shipping tropes (mistaken for a couple, accidental marriage, only one bed, etc.) and navigate those situations in their own unique ways, ultimately reaffirming how much they value their relationship the way it is (i.e. not ending up as a romantic or sexual pairing).
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
I'd like something focused on Anji and/or her friendship with the Doctor. I feel like we very often see the Doctor and Anji sort of mediated through Fitz, who's close to both of them. So I'd love something that explores their relationship directly with each other. Maybe exploring Anji's (very reasonable) doubts and mistrust of the Doctor, and how the Doctor responds to her, and how they are friends anyway. Or something about how they work together on a problem or puzzle--that's one thing they have in common, problem-solving.
Doctor Who: Scream of the Shalka
Alison Cheney (DW: SotS), Ship: Ninth Doctor & Alison Cheney (Doctor Who: Scream of the Shalka)
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
I also, for requests where this is relevant, like stories where platonic pairings go through typical shipping tropes (mistaken for a couple, accidental marriage, only one bed, etc.) and navigate those situations in their own unique ways, ultimately reaffirming how much they value their relationship the way it is (i.e. not ending up as a romantic or sexual pairing).
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
I'd like something focused on Alison and/or her friendship with the Doctor. I feel like we almost know more about Alison's relationship with the Master than with the Doctor, so I'd love to see what brings the two of them together. Does he see himself (or past companions) in her longing for a bigger, fuller life? What kind of places do they go, and what's their approach when they get there? I'd love to see them working as a team that knows each other well (maybe even an older Alison?). They deserve a long friendship.
Doctor Who Unbound: Doctor of War (Big Finish Audio)
Romana (Rebecca Night) (DW Unbound: Doctor of War), Ship: The Doctor | The Warrior/Romana (Rebecca Night) (DW Unbound: Doctor of War)
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
I also, for requests where this is relevant, like stories where platonic pairings go through typical shipping tropes (mistaken for a couple, accidental marriage, only one bed, etc.) and navigate those situations in their own unique ways, ultimately reaffirming how much they value their relationship the way it is (i.e. not ending up as a romantic or sexual pairing).
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
I'd like something focused on the version of Romana introduced in these audios and/or her relationship with the Doctor (or whatever he's supposed to be called). If we matched on the ship, pre-ship or shippy subtext is just fine, especially at this length; I just would love to see them together! If we matched on just the character, rest assured that gen focused on Romana is just as welcome.
I love the Doctor and Romana in main canon, and I fell in love with them all over again in this standalone alternate universe. Ingenue/civil servant/assassin Romana and her Lord President just fascinate me. I love the deep sense of loyalty to his position that has her defending him before she even knows anything good about him, combined with the way they immediately feel drawn to each other and realize they could be friends. He's such a mess, personally and morally, and so is she but in very different ways, and I'd love to see them struggling towards a better way together.
I'd love to see what happens with them after "The Difference Office," or a missing scene from when they're on the run (while Romana's android double is being interrogated).
I would also welcome some worldbuilding for this version of Gallifrey and Romana's earlier life and career, or what comes after the audio for her! Feel free to include other characters from the audio (such as Zorcha or alt!Narvin), alternate versions of characters we know from main canon (is there a Leela in this universe?), or OCs.
Doctor Who: Virgin New Adventures - Various Authors
Ship: Seventh Doctor/Time (DW VNA) Bernice Summerfield (DW VNA), Roz Forrester (DW VNA), Innocet (DW VNA)Art Fic
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
I also, for requests where this is relevant, like stories where platonic pairings go through typical shipping tropes (mistaken for a couple, accidental marriage, only one bed, etc.) and navigate those situations in their own unique ways, ultimately reaffirming how much they value their relationship the way it is (i.e. not ending up as a romantic or sexual pairing).
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
Seven/Time: canon dialogue from No Future: ‘No, time doesn’t work like that. She’s ferociously neat, she –’ ‘She?’ ‘Time.’ ‘Are you two going out, or what?’ The Doctor frowned. ‘Once. But now she’s seeing somebody else.
Look, why not take it literally? Or at least semi-literally. Be metaphorical; be surrealistic; go wild!
Benny: Benny's presence in the VNAs is so delightful. She's there for some of the worst moments of the Doctor's life and she loves him dearly and never takes him too seriously. She's a protagonist in her own right and he's the cosmic force she's experiencing along her journey, and they hang out. What's not to love?
I'd prefer you not to lean on too many things from her later life (after leaving the Doctor) because I'm not very familiar with those stories, but mentioning them is fine. Something in the form of her diary or a memoir would be very cool. Or a canon-typical adventure, or one of the nice days out that they must have sometimes surely!
Roz: Roz is just a wildly underappreciated companion. Her journey and her relationship with the Doctor are so interesting--she never treats him as any kind of moral authority and is happy to disagree with him. Something that explores that would be cool. But also, the books they're in are often very dark, and I'd enjoy a softer or quieter moment from Roz's time as a companion, or maybe one of her fellow travellers helping to support her and being her friend after some of the canonical things she goes
Innocet: Utterly fascinated by her. The only decent Time Lord! What happens to her after the events of Lungbarrow? What is readjusting to the outside world like? And does she maintain/rebuild a relationship with the Doctor (including after his regeneration)? Feel free to lean into the gothic novel vibes of Lungbarrow, or explore your own Gallifreyan headcanons. I’d actually also love to see her in an AU (or, you know, some other version of canon) where she wasn’t trapped in Lungbarrow for so much of her life. What if she got involved in one of the TV Gallifrey stories–War Games or Deadly Assassin or Invasion of Time or Arc of Infinity or Trial? (A couple of those could only be improved by her presence…) Would she stick up for her renegade Cousin? Would she try to persuade him to live a more conventional life? What if he persuaded her to come see a little bit of the universe with him?
Gallifrey (Big Finish Audio)
Ship: Annos & Leela (Gallifrey), Ship: Alternate Romana II & Alternate Doctor (Gallifrey: Disassembled), Commentator Theta Sigma (Gallifrey: Forever), Commander Maxil (Gallifrey)
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
I also, for requests where this is relevant, like stories where platonic pairings go through typical shipping tropes (mistaken for a couple, accidental marriage, only one bed, etc.) and navigate those situations in their own unique ways, ultimately reaffirming how much they value their relationship the way it is (i.e. not ending up as a romantic or sexual pairing).
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
Annos & Leela: I kind of love Annos--he seems like a genuinely nice guy, as Gallifreyan guards go! He seems to treat Leela with more respect than a lot of them, and he seems loyal and reliable too. Did he and Leela know each other before the events of the series? Had he heard stories about "Andred's alien wife," and maybe found she was quite different than he'd been led to expect? Or do they get to know each other as colleagues and allies through the events of the series?
Disassembled!Romana & Disassembled!Doctor: They're both very scary! What is their working relationship like? What kinds of complicated feelings are underneath for both of them? (A little bit of shippy energy is just fine, if your muse takes you in that direction.) Or I'd love to hear more about their world!
Commentator Theta Sigma: Alternate versions of the Doctor intrigue me, and I'd love to see an exploration of aspects of his life and what's made him who he
Commander Maxil: OK, I admit it, I just love that they got Colin Baker to do a ton of stuff in Gallifrey. What's Maxil been doing all this time? Does he know the Doctor stole his face? Does he still have the helmet?? What's his perspective on the crazy political stuff that's been going down on Gallifrey?
The Time Travellers (BBV Series)
Ace | Alice (The Time Travellers BBV), The Professor | The Dominie (The Time Travellers BBV)
DNW: sexual content, rating over T for any reason, focus on unrequested ships.
I have the setting to receive gifts turned on and welcome treats, including treats in other media.
General fic likes: hurt/comfort, travel & visiting interesting (including imaginary) places, the Doctor being willing to go to great lengths for companions, moral dilemmas/conflicting priorities, how one character responds when they think the other is dead, 'everything is happy and nothing hurts', 'everything hurts a little bit but still we've got each other,' stories with historical settings, really alien aliens, experimental styles/structures, character studies, metafictional weirdness.
I also, for requests where this is relevant, like stories where platonic pairings go through typical shipping tropes (mistaken for a couple, accidental marriage, only one bed, etc.) and navigate those situations in their own unique ways, ultimately reaffirming how much they value their relationship the way it is (i.e. not ending up as a romantic or sexual pairing).
General art likes: portraits with symbolism, characters doing things (anything from an action scene to playing a board game!), awesome clothes, alien landscapes and culture, historical fashion, headcanons about the appearance of audio-only characters (I love when they’re drawn looking like their actors and I love when they’re drawn completely different), abstraction, unconventional materials (if you want).
I'm fascinated by the ways in which they aren't the Doctor and Ace--whether that means different backstory, different worldbuilding, or really meta fic involving alternate universes (crossing over is fine as long as the proper Doctor Who characters don't crowd out the Time Travellers). We got a bit of Alice's "legally distinct from Dorothy McShane" backstory; how about the Professor's? What's his planet (?) like and how'd he come to leave it? How about their timeship? I'd also love something that explores how the events of the series shape their relationship--they're often separated from each other for quite long periods of time, and we never actually see them reunite after Punchline. What keeps them coming back to each other?
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tobikeck · 10 months ago
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Rüdiger (based on a true story)
2023; instagram-manipulated photograph, silver pen, grave, flowers
This is the grave of Rüdiger. I buried his imaginary body for the group show 'Von Pionierpflanzen und Flâneusen', developed by Julia Kiehlmann. The exhibition surrounded the topic of abandoned and therefore vacant areas within the Eastside of Leipzig, highlighting the socio-political, ecological and also emotional meaning of these urban wastelands for their human visitors. I placed the grave on a nice spot next to a little bush, on a wide so-called 'Brache' underneath a car traffic bridge and besides train tracks. A perfect place to bury your beloved animal friend.
Rüdiger was an experienced tomcat living on a graveyard in Leipzig West. One of his eyes was dead and his fur was always a little filthy. He looked a little grumpy but he was actually a very friendly fella who also enjoyed some company, since he used to sit directly at the gate of the boneyard, where all the people would enter. Shortly after the first socially traumatizing lock-down, due to the pandemic, in 2020, he suddenly disappeared without a trace. His body was never found and people believe that some lonely soul kidnapped him as a companion. I kind of identified with that cat, ever since i first met him when i was doing a sculpture on that graveyard. One day, for no special reason - more as a little joke - I placed my own face on his picture with that simple spot camera in the instagram story tools (unfortunately the zuckerberg deactivated that nice tool a few years ago). This cute picture of Rüdiger (including my own hand in it, petting him) finally turned into a funny kind of ego-cam mirror self portrait. And I had turned into the Cheshire Cat version of Rüdiger. Needless to say, it somehow felt like burying myself in that lovely little grave under the bridge.
fare well, Rüdiger
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beautiful-basque-country · 1 year ago
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Kaixo gals!! Have you seen the new Sorogoyen movie, "As Bestas"? I'm not Galician nor am I from Galiza, but I've read many Galicians say that even though they agree it was quite good with good acting (and based on a real event), it's kind of tiring having you being portrait as an outsider-hating xenophobe, especially when using the local native language to convey it.
Kaixo!! I'm wodnering if you have seen the movie Vacas? I'm told it's a pretty iconic movie about a generation of a Basque family from the 2nd Carlist Wars until the beggining of the Civil War, and was curious if you ever watched it and liked it :o
Kaixo anons!
Neither one nor the other. I've read what both movies are about and that's why I decided to answer at the same time, because I think they are quite related: both are rural dramas set in minoritized nations - one in Galiza and the other in EH - whose people are perceived by a large sector of Spaniards as distrustful, closed, and inbred.
Regarding As Bestas: the movie is based on real events. Apparently a Dutch couple was looking for an unspoiled place to live in contact with nature and ended up in a small village in Galiza. As the years went by, quarrels and arguments started to arise with the neighboring family, whose father of the family was mentally ill. The situation escalated until this man killed the Dutchman and his son covered it up. All very sad. What bothers me a bit - and I speak without having seen the movie - is that this crime (whose perpetrator was not charged because of his disability) is not used to reflect the problem of undiagnosed mental illnesses, the shame they still provoke in rural areas, the problem of expatriates looking for wilderness to settle in impoverished areas outside their own countries, etc. No. It is used as a representation of all Galician people. If this story were set in Madrid nobody would say, "of course, they are very closed-minded there and in the end bad things happen", but it would be taken as the story of an individual who happened to be from Madrid. If that makes sense.
And as for Vacas: it bores me to death that EH is only used to make movies about ETA or the civil war. How unoriginal. Apart from the fact that none of the main characters are played by Basque actors (only the supporting actors are Basque), it's a bit more of the same: two Basque families become enemies after the last Carlist war and this enmity lasts for decades and generations. As in Patria. Because we Basques are spiteful and perpetuate our hatreds in our children. Again, if Vacas or Patria were located elsewhere, it would be understood as two extreme families corrupted by hatred and not representative of the entire population of the place. By locating it in EH - with the stereotypes about the Basques roaming around the collective imaginary - the thing changes.
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gillianthecat · 2 years ago
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Candy Color Paradox episode 4
Having vented my complaints, and after some helpful conversations about the show, I was better able to enjoy this episode for the fluff that the show is rather than being frustrated about what it is not. I mean, I still think that it's missing a lot of opportunities to explore some interesting themes around ethics, celebrity journalism, Kaburagi's cool boy pose and the way he uses sex for his job, Onoe's... not innocence, but whatever it is that makes him a blushing maiden uke, and everyone's feelings about sex in general. But I accept that's not what the show wants to do. It is straight up yaoi archetypes and a silly plot to smash them together. ("Now kiss.") The glancing look at deeper questions is probably accidental.
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That being said, here is what I thought while watching this episode:
- lol it looks like they heard my complaining about how bad they were at stalking people because the literal first conversation in this episode is about how they're too obvious in a parked car 😂
- ooh la la, and they're in a love hotel 😳🤭😉 How risqué. Poor little blushing uke. 🥺
- Aw poor Onoe. He was all ready to fuck then and there. (Or maybe just kiss? I'm not sure how he interpreted the phrase that Gaga translated as "let's do it.")
- It seems odd to me that a paparazzi photographer is also the one taking official portraits. Is that a real thing (in general or in Japan specifically) or just a contrivance for the plot here. Not important, just curious.
- More extremely jealous Onoe 😂 To be fair, I too would be jealous under the very confusing circumstances he's in.
- I hope we get Kaburagi photographing Onoe. Bonus points if Onoe doesn't notice him doing it. I love that trope and what's the point of having a photographer character if you don't use it.
- Haruta is blatantly flirting lol. I suspect that Kaburagi is trying to see if he can catch Inami in jealousy with this hair fixing maneuver, but he's caught Onoe in his net instead. 😂
- But are these actors dating/in love? Is the father/little sister thing a ruse or their genuine feelings? Now I want to know, not because I care about these imaginary celebrities, but because I feel like the answer will say something about the show's perspective on paparazzi ethics.
- Is Onoe putting the pieces together about Kaburagi's purpose? And does Inami's expression while on his phone indicate jealousy or disinterest? I honestly can't tell the answer to either of those.
- Innocent Onoe is literally eating vanilla yogurt while bad boy Kaburagi is smoking.😂
- Go Onoe! Bravely asking Kaburagi what he meant be "I like you." I'm so proud.
- On the one hand, I'm annoyed at Kaburagi for acting so aloof and not taking Onoe's understandable frustration seriously. On the other hand, "smutty alien" is adorably hilarious and I can't blame him for laughing fondly at it. I do wonder if it's a literal translation, or an actual phrase in Japanese, or if it's as random and absurd as it sounds in English.
- Onoe is so obvious when he tails people 🤣
- Inami is pulling an Issei and killing the paparazzi stalker with kindness. I love it. Perhaps that is just how celebrities in Japan deal with paps? I don't know.
- Inami is cute though. And very young looking for supposedly 40. Though the actor is 36, so not that far off.
- Oh the meta levels of young new actors trying to shake off their idol images. I have no idea if Kimura Keito and Yamanaka Jyutaro are actually trying to shake off their idol images, but it does feel a bit ironic or something.
- Onoe. Where is your journalist's skepticism. Are you always this credulous or is it because your brain has been turned to mush by your crush?
- I see Kaburagi wonders the same thing. Perhaps we're both being unfair to Onoe and he just has good instincts.
- Kaburagi noticed Onoe's yogurt and brought him the same kind! Cracks in the facade! Feelings creeping back in. And brave Onoe immediately goes to ask him...
- and... a mid-sentence cliffhanger.
- Looks like next week it'll be Kaburagi's turn to be jealous. And we get more Inami. Being flirty even. Hooray for me!
There probably are things I could say about their developing relationship, the slow melting of Kaburagi's numbness and cynicism, and Onoe's (honestly wise) anxiety about falling for this confusing ice prince (or tsundere seme, to use yaoi vocabulary), but I frankly don't care enough about the characters or this relatively shallow take on this conventional romance arc to think much about it. Still, now that I'm thinking of them as cartoons come to life I'm enjoying them a lot more.
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fruit-of-infidelity · 2 years ago
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♱  DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Maniac 01  ♱
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⌜ Scene: Hallway ⌟
ー Yui walks down the hallway. ー
Ryuuto: ーーI see you’re admiring my portraits, Pet.
Yui: Kya!!
Aah... Please, I’ve asked you not to spook me like that!
Ryuuto: Fufu, pardon me.
I just couldn’t help but notice you lingering in this hallway on your way back to your room. Do you like them?
Yui: I guess I couldn’t help myself. They’re beautiful.
Ryuuto: I would hope so, after putting much effort into them all.
Yui: I knew you painted… I just never realised how much! You must have spent hundreds of hours doing these.
Ryuuto: As a Vampire, what else is there to do after several decades?
Yui: ( I suppose it makes a lot of sense to have such a time-consuming hobby, in Ryuuto-san’s case. )
So, are these all people you know, that you’ve painted? …Are they all Vampire’s too?
Ryuuto: These? Oh no.
Most of them aren’t even real people.
I was very young when I took up this hobby, you see. As the only child around these castle wings, I had quite the overactive mind.
The portraits served as my friends.
Yui: Aah… I see…
Ryuuto: …Goodness, what is the matter?
Yui: Eh…?
Ryuuto: That sudden gloomy expression; Spit it out, won’t you?
Yui: Well… It all just sounds a little lonely, to me.
Ryuuto: …You think so?
Yui: I mean, I had imaginary friends when I was little but, I had the real deal too. 
Were you really all on your own out here? With no other children to play with? Not even your cousins? I mean, I figured…
( The look in his eyes is kind of intimating… Maybe I should quit while I’m ahead… )
Ryuuto: … …
Yui: ( I don’t like this silence… I’ll change the topic, quick! )
…Say, did you ever paint a girlfriend of sorts?
Ryuuto: Fufu… Why do you ask?
Don’t tell me you’re curious about my type.
Yui: D-Don’t twist my words!
I-It’s just... I’ve only seen two of your paintings that have a lady in them. And, come to think of it, it’s always the same person...
That beautiful woman, with the long, purple hair.
( It makes me wonder if she might be Ryuuto-san’s girlfriend or something... )
...Do you have any different ones?
Ryuuto: Why don’t I just show you?
ー Ryuuto leads Yui to a storage room. ー
Yui: In… a place like this?
Ryuuto: It’s for the best if it’s kept tucked away here and kept from being hung.
Yui: ( It’s kept hidden? I wonder why? )
Ryuuto: Whatever you do, do not touch a thing. After how clumsy you’ve proven to be, I’d rather you keep your hands to yourself. There are precious family heirlooms and antiques in here.
Now… …A-ha.
ー Ryuuto pulls out a painting. ー
It is still here, after all this time…
ー He uncovers it from under the cloth. ー
Yui: Ack...!
( So much dust! How long has it been covered for? )
Gasp…!
( It’s not at all like the lady in those other paintings. She’s just as beautiful, though! )
Ryuuto: Quite a sight, is she not?
Yui: ( Ryuuto-san seems really bewitched by her… She is definitely very beautiful, but... )
( For some reason, my chest… feels all tight all of a sudden… )
Uu...
…Wait a moment, Ryuuto-san. Is the other figure in this painting you!?
Ryuuto: Observant. It is, indeed.
Yui: And you and this woman… are dancing together?
Ryuuto: Dancing? Fufu, should I be concerned for your eyesight? One moment, you make a good observation and the next, a second terrible one.
We aren’t dancing, but blood-sucking.
Yui: E-Eh? Blood-sucking?
( I see it now…! I thought that “blood” was just dust on the surface from being stored away! )
Uu...
( Despite that, it still looks so romantic… )
( And she… got to experience that with Ryuuto-san… )
Ryuuto: I can only imagine she tastes delicious.
Yui: …Imagine?
Ryuuto: She is hardly leaping from the canvas, is she? How could I possibly taste my food when it is made from oil paints?
Yui: You mean…
She isn’t a real woman?
Ryuuto: Good grief, no. That would never have been allowed.
Yui: Allowed…?
( For some reason, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my chest! )
Ryuuto: Really, I’m beginning to believe you’re having a range of conversations in your head without me. Your pout has suddenly become a smile.
Oh my? Could it have been that you were… jealous?
Just like Her...
Yui: Wha…
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  ❈  No way! 
Yui: J-Jealous…? No way!
Ryuuto: Your blush certainly betrays you〜
Yui: ( Is my face really that red? )
What is there to be jealous of, anyway?
  ❈  I can’t explain it ⎨❤︎⎬
Yui: I guess that is the only way to put it. I don’t know why, though…
This feeling… I just can’t explain it. Why would I be jealous?
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Ryuuto: You tell me, fufu. A beautiful woman, being embraced by the likes of me… Feeling my fangs sucking from her so lovingly.
ー He creeps closer to Yui. ー
Feeling absolute ecstasy override the unique pain only I can give her…
Yui: …! Wait… J-Just a moment!
ー Ryuuto suddenly pulls her against him. ー
( N-No way! His grasp is too strong… I’m trapped! )
Ryuuto: Tell me, Yui. Do you wish you were that woman?
Yui: I...
( Oh no! What happened to my voice...!? )
( I feel like I can barely speak!! )
Ryuuto: Fufu. Your silence is enough of an answer in itself. 
I have been waiting for this moment for an eternity, to finally pierce you; To awaken something deep within you with this familiar feeling.
As a vessel, you should count yourself extremely lucky for me to even consider giving you such pleasure. You have no right to deny me…
Yui: …!!
Ryuuto: You’d do well to not forget my imprint.
From my lips to my fangs, savour every moment. Remember it well. Remember your very first experience with a Vampire…
ー There is a struggle between them. ー
Yui: …!
( No matter how I squirm; this way or that, I can’t shake him off! )
Ryuuto: Fufu. You’re aroused〜
And so am I.
ー Ryuuto bites Yui. ー
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Yui: O…Ow…
P-Please…!
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“Fight against me all you like for now, but you will soon learn to submit. You’ll soon come begging for me to suck you, on your knees.”
“Your skin is already hot to the touch and your cheeks are bright red in anticipation. You’re even holding your breath…〜”
Ryuuto: Nn… …Mmh…
Yui: ( The feeling of fangs in my neck… I-It stings! It hurts! )
Ryuuto: ...Haah…
Oh my. Your taste… Your blood is…
Flowing through me〜!
Yui: Ryuu…to-san…
Ryuuto: It’s really true… Fufu… Ahahaha!
You can feel it too, can’t you? This exhilarating feeling!
Yui: Uu… …
Ryuuto: How I held out this long, I’ll never know… This familiar taste; I feel finally at home. Don’t you? From now on, I won’t hold myself back.
Forgive me, Father… I must be selfish.
I... love you*.
Yui: L...ove...
( I’m… burning up! )
( He’s finally bitten me. I’ve finally become prey to a Vampire… )
( It still stings… Not just the bite, but my heart too... )
( So why am I holding him so close? )
⌜Monologue⌟
“I love you”,
Was the phrase he whispered into my ear as he sucked the blood right out of my body, like a monster.
But his eyes looked right through me,
As if he was talking to someone else...
✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥
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  1.  Unlike when usually referring to Cordelia over Yui subtly, Ryuuto doesn’t use another word for “you” here. Instead, it is the scenario in which he says this that should tip you off. And he uses the plain form “愛してる” instead of the masu form, which should have struck Yui as odd. Also her little monologue at the end should clarify this too. ^^
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