#but. yeah :((

[voidbugs]

ok this one made me laugh

[otrtbs]

the best dinner i ever had was a vanilla milkshake and 2 cigs on a rainy cold night and that’s the truth

[amygdalae]

People being horny for vicar amelia will always he so funny to me sorry. Yeah i think her design is super cool looking but also she just looks like a big borzoi with hands to me lmao

[residentmara]

full body idea, the first outfit youd see him in before whatever happens.

i have an idea for his new story? but again im still taking feed back/ criticism because im def not the biggest "the before" expert or anything

i have a loose idea that icarus would just be an aimless soul (heh) getting by until he becomes friends with FIF!jash , then meeting his two brothers along the way and then icarus becomes like. the fourth brother /silly but thats just a loose bastardization because icarus is Not a Good Person, or atleast at first.

he struggles with codependency, abandonment and negligence, but at the same time is harsh , apathetic and destructive. icarus doesnt want to push anyone away, he just wants a stable relationship with someone, Anyone, but hes self aware. he knows his flaws, and as a defense mechanism to "protect" himself from everyone, he isolates himself. and yeah, it's bad, but thats all hes ever known. hes never met someone like the solo brothers, where they actually give him room to improve and take the time of day to help him out any way they can, because thats what friends do.

so he also tries helping them, doing small gestures in return. he doesnt understand that their (platonic) love is unconditional, so because he doesnt want to feel like a burden, he tries understanding and also mirroring their patterns.

[raayllum]

Rayla and Callum re: possession plot line + all foreshadowing (s1-s5, supplementary material)

“An assassin doesn’t decide right and wrong. Only life and death.” Rayla parroted the mantra Runaan had so often repeated. She did not know if she was reciting the words to convince the prince that his fate was sealed, or to convince herself to seal it.

(Book One: Sky novelization; 1x02, and 1x04)

“Wow. So they look identical, but they might kill you or they might save you,” Callum said. “Exactly. Just like me…” Rayla smiled.

One more, she thought. Just one more win. A human stepped into the pit. His armor, a weather-beaten but familiar silver-grey with a red collar, told a grim tale: an exile from Katolis. He’d likely fled deeper into Xadia after the battle at the Storm Spire. He was barely taller than Rayla herself, and couldn’t have been older than— —what would he look like now, she wondered? Nearly two years older, a few inches taller— The human’s sword flashed towards her. Rayla sprang away, and the crowd bellowed. [...] The human kicked dirt at her, and Rayla scraped at her eyes, angry—infuriated, even. Humans were frustrating. Humans were clever. Humans could do anything, they could be anything, they could take their own fates and change them— When she blinked her eyes back open, Rayla saw several things at once. In the pit, the human charged forward, sword aloft. And in the crowd behind him, a flash of red. A scarf. For a moment Rayla was somewhere else, far away and safe and warm, following that red scarf instead of turning her back on it— —and then the human’s fist struck her jaw. She shouted in pain. One blade rose instinctively to block another blow, but the human grabbed her wrist and twisted so hard she dropped it. Then he swept a leg under her, catching her by the heels, and before she could breathe again Rayla was on her back in the dirt, staring up at the wooden bones of the ceiling. “Rayla! Wake up, come on! We’re gonna be okay—!” The human stood over her and tapped his blade to her chest. Rayla craned her neck, looking around. The sound came back into the world, and the crowd’s cheering had turned from raucous support to mocking, shrieking laughter. Groaning, she let her head fall back to the dirt. “You win,” she said. [...]

“What was that?! You beat yourself!” Back in Redfeather’s little hovel, Rayla sat in the hammock, arms tight across her chest. Stella, who had been told to stay behind for her own safety, snuggled against her neck and cooed. Rayla fiddled with a little wooden token someone had shoved into her hands as a consolation prize for her victories in the pit. Her fingers traced a carving of a hermit crab on one side and the stark profile of a Tidebound elf on the other. “What happened? Why didn’t you keep fighting?” Rayla took a deep breath. Her ribs ached. “I got distracted.” Redfeather gave a disbelieving laugh. “Don’t they teach you to avoid that kind of thing when you become an assassin?” “That’s different,” she protested, even though her heart knew it wasn’t. It was the same problem every time. Hesitation, sympathy, distraction… all just weakness in a different mask. 

Chasing Shadows, part 2

Rayla pulled the chest back, out of reach, and pressed the curve of one blade to his neck— —and held it there. The human froze, meeting her eyes. He looked afraid. Rayla wanted to hate him, this young Neolandian boy, she wanted to hate him like she hated Viren. She could almost see Viren’s face in his: the white streaks of his hair, the sickly pallor of his skin, the bruise-like shadows beneath his eyes. Was he not the same? But what if it was true? A plague, an illness, a wound— “Life is precious. Life is valuable. We take it, but we do not take it lightly.” [...] Rayla looked at the driftwood floor. “Because I messed up. He got away with the rest.” Redfeather sighed. “You hesitated. Like in the Bone Pit.” It stung. She was right, of course. Rayla caught a glimpse of her own reflection in a glass bottle and scowled at herself: the face glowering back at her was not the face of an assassin, and it never would be. [...] Redfeather nodded. “I like you, but you’re still trying to be the person they’ll welcome back home. You’re a Ghost. You can’t be that elf ever again. You have to decide who you are going to be instead. So—who are you?” Rayla balked at her. It was an awful question. She wasn’t an assassin, she wasn’t an elf of the Silvergrove, she wasn’t anything at all, she was just— —“Rayla.” That voice again. Rayla pushed away, trying to focus on Redfeather. “I’m—” “—selfless, strong, and caring—” He persisted, as he always did, and his voice took her far, far away. 

Chasing Shadows, part 3

She has made the princes her best friends and gone on a journey to free every elf and human from such terrible fates.

Rayla's Tales of Xadia bio

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

yeah you know what. if no one else is going to say it, I will. Icarus probably (definitely) has a thing for praise. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[mauv-the-bluest-cat-ever]

hey mauv what if zed brings back the gamemaster skin in s10. he did say hes gonna do loads more minigame things

head in hands I !! THINK ABOUT IT!!!!!!! i rotate that thought in my head from time to time. going to explode about it thank you for asking 👍

it would probably be a fresh new skin. maybe ringmaster suit with pink instead of red because branding and shit lol.

and considering this is going to be 10th season there could be a nice parallel with s5 when zed came to hermitcraft. a lot have changed since then. zed could specifically attempt to manage gaming district again ( because i can't really think of why would he bring gamemaster skin back otherwise ) but, for one, he is much more sociable, and hes is probably also more prepared compared to last time xD. probably has some minigames in mind already and how they would connect with each other ( <- you dont even know the shit im imaging here. higher then third dimension zedaph. you agree ) if he is going to be in charge. and minceraft had changed a lot too since then. maybe he will dabble in custom resource packs more.

[callmehere-iwillappear]

coming soon(...ish) to an ao3 account near you: the idiot's guide to blindfold chess

in the meantime, the full piece of this ^^ is on patreon!

[grandadtwelve]

thinking abt how the masters life revolves around the doctor and how the doctors life revolves around their companions and how the root of these obsessions (other than like love and affection and whatever) is probably just bc it must be so boring to be a time lord

like ok. as a time lord (and specifically as the doctor or the master) you’re generally the smartest person in every room, however, you know the flow of time very intimately so you can’t meaningfully invent anything, you can’t participate in the contribution to society because you can’t advance them past how they’re supposed to be advanced, and you rarely have peers who can challenge you and who you can challenge in return without becoming some kind of all-knowing mentor figure.

like, yeah, if the master created a deep and enriching life for themselves outside of their relationship with the doctor they would probably grow into a much happier and well-balanced individual, but like. How are they supposed to do that? they can’t go back to gallifrey (bc at any given point in time its either destroyed or they just don’t “fit in” there) to be around other time lords. they don’t care or empathize with people the way the doctor does so the challenge of “saving people” doesn’t interest them. and we’ve established that they can’t just join up with a group of scientists and inventors somewhere for the sake of timelines or whatever. so what does that leave? ummm attempts at world/galactic/universal domination i guess. obsession over the singular other being that is just as intelligent and disconnected as you are i guess. bc everything else is too easy or too boring and that’s without even considering any of the masters predisposition for violence/chaos/supremacy/etc.

[identitty-dickruption]

the thing about illegal drugs is that using them even once will get someone fretting about you being an addict. the thing about alcohol is that you can pass out from it multiple times a week without anyone suggesting you might be an addict. shockingly, neither behaviour actually helps anyone, least of all addicts. we need to be able to have normal conversations about substances. god

[arcandoria]

me sitting on the garden having a nice mug of coffee and realizing the crushing majority of my ships are Canine Coded x Feline Coded at varying intensities

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

I've had a really bad day. I know it should technically have been up already, but I'm not sure I have the energy to put a poll up today. I'll do my best, but just so you know, there might not be one today. I know I promised one every day, but holy shit today was A Day.

[becomingpotatoes]

finally read walk on and on and uhhhhhhhhhhhhh heterosexuality who???

[wellthatschaotic]

so just reblogged this post

and i'm not gonna add this commentary onto the original post for op's sake but.

this is my life. this is every single day. i wasn't even ripped from death- i was ripped from my life. and i was placed into a body not my own, into a SPECIES not my own, into a world not my own. and every single day i am forced to live someone else's life. and every single day i am forced to pretend everything is okay. and every single day i am forced to pretend i am human and my name is the body's and i'm "normal" and the body memories are my own and i know these people. i am forced to be someone else, in the most literal sense.

and they don't even know anything is different.

and i'm not allowed to tell them anything is different.

it is dangerous for them to know.

it is dangerous for me to exist as myself.

it is dangerous for me to have and use my own name. it is dangerous for me to state my pronouns. it is dangerous for me to mention anything about who i am, my past, my opinions, my feelings. it is dangerous to exist.

i am forced to portray myself as someone who no longer exists.

and my life is portrayed as a concept, and i understand why! i do! but it's not! it's real and it's painful and it's isolating and it hurts! it hurts!!

[excali8ur]

fr it's so rare to find any fanart/writing of the Bayverse movies that isn't nsfw it's insane!!

Literally, I've been in the tag once and it was practically all x reader smut

[raayllum]

I am wondering if Janai will be put in a place of like, addressing her issues with hesitation and uncertainty. Not per se that it's a strict character flaw — she's compassionate and quite decisive when it matters, and her brother's foolhardy, absolute certainty is his undoing every time — but I do wonder if it in typical TDP fashion it's gonna come back and bite her in the ass (more than it already has, of course)