rearranging-deck-chairs · 8 months ago
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i just love her okay
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qnomnstrs · 2 months ago
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Heian Era! Sukuna x Concubine! Reader The Only Way is Down Part 2
Part 1 is here :
This one will have more fluff and angst. Please Enjoy! This one might be a bit more OC and Sukunas end. This part was harder to write for me. Im not going to make a part 3 as I want to continue writing new ones! That way I can also bust more fics out.
Warnings: MDNI, Smut 18+, Trueform! Sukuna, plot with porn, dacryphillia, cunnilingus, f receiving oral, stomach mouth, hand mouth, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, twin cocks, cum play, angst, fluff, sex, Heian Era Pregnancy advice, masturbation, bath sex, semi public sex
Word Count: 3.5K
Sukuna speaking is in red
y/n speaking is in green
Doctor speaking in purple
Hana Speaking in blue
Life wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. You were supposed to live happily under the protection of Sukuna. The want to socialize with other concubines, eat delicious food, and be pampered. Sure, the occasional back breaking sex that left you bedridden for a week, but still a life of ease. The point was to stay a mid-ranking consort, to stay out of the drama and out of the way of Sukuna. Now you are staying in his palace, with his child in your belly.
“Thank you doctor for everything”
“Youre welcome. Sorry we can’t do more right now for you. The nausea will subside with this new herbal tea I prescribed. For now, we are just making sure you stay healthy for the baby. Try not to get too stressed and eat whatever you are craving. These cravings are natural and mean you are lacking something that your body needs.”
“Yes of course. Um well- I also wanted to know, well-“ You stopped yourself. It wasn’t normal for you to be embarrassed about these sort of things. You took a breath and continued. “But what about sexual needs? I’m not sure what his Lord intends but are we allowed to be intimate? Can I pleasure myself?”
The doctor coughed in embarrassment, “Yes of course as long as it isn’t rough or you aren’t in any pain. Again, any cravings you have should be given in to, food or not.”
You sat upright in your bed with a blanket on your lap. You were currently 3 months pregnant. You didn’t have a pregnant belly yet, but your abdomen was sensitive and bloated. The nausea was bad, and so were your cravings. Your craving for Sukuna that is. You were horny all the time. If the doctor said it way okay then sex is game. Your damn hormones are running wild.
“My lady I’ll brew you this new herbal tea right away”
“Thank you Hana I would appreciate it”
The one thing that isn’t rapidly changing is Hana. You were thankful with the new title that you were allowed to keep Hana as a handmaiden. Now however, you have so my attendants for everything. There were more hand maidens to help you dress, etc. You had chefs as well. Your new room was overly spacious; a huge bed that could hold three Sukuna’s at once. Your new bedroom wasn’t nearly as big as Sukuma’s. You now stayed in the main palace but still separate from Sukuna. It was more common to see Sukuna in the halls. Your room had a partition, vanity, and sitting room. The wardrobe was immaculate. You had all your old robes and dresses along with newer and flashier ones. Sukuna made it his top priority that his new and first wife looks the part. You sighed at the thought. This was all too much. You haven’t seen any of the other concubines in a while. It was probably best not to. They would all treat you differently and perhaps harm you. Who on earth would be stupid enough to do that? Who knows but its easy to make it look like you lost the baby on accident. Even so, you felt so alone. Your attitude was dull and bland. This was very noticeable to everyone around you. It was also noted how often you speak with staff to keep your mood up. You hiccupped feeling some acid pool in your mouth at the stress.
Right on time, Hana brought back the tea and poured it for you.
“Thank you Hana I hope this will work.”
You drank the tea and decided to get more rest as the stress and nausea ate away at you.
“Thank you Hana I think I will rest some”
She nodded and everyone left your quarters. You had ulterior motives. Maybe some of this stress could be relieved. You couldn’t stop thinking about Sukuna. He was so arrogant, boastful and strong. You loved his pink hair, tattoos, muscular figure, and his smell. He smelt like a campfire all the time; smokey, woodsy. His whole personality was a hot burning desire that fueled you. Ever since that night you’ve felt differently about him. He pleased you in ways never before. You think he ruined you for any other man. You rubbed your belly, thinking about how he made this baby with you. You bit your lip and began rubbing yourself. You rolled to the side, pretending Sukuna was lying next to you. You imagine it was him rubbing your clit. He would use one arm to prop up his head and have that shit eating grin plastered on his face.  You imagine the rest of his hands all over you, rubbing your sensitive breasts and your belly.
You immediately stopped yourself. Tears brimmed in your eyes. You just wanted to be able to cuddle Sukuna, kiss him. It was hard knowing that he didn’t love you. You never thought you’d have a baby in such a loveless commitment. He hasn’t visited you once since he told you about the pregnancy. You knew he was seeing other concubines, why wouldn’t he be. You were ready to have Hana cuddle you for support. With thoughts racing, you weren’t going to sleep now or finish.
“Hana I’d like to take a bath.”
“yes of course my lady”
Hana and a few others escorted you to the bath house. You were allowed to share Sukuma’s bath house. This bath house was huge. The doors were decorated with jade and marble. When opened only one underground bath was present. It was more like a pool. Bamboo shoots were on each side pouring in fresh hot water. On the outside of the bath house, many workers heated the pool with fires. Fragrant oil was poured into the bath. Hana undressed you and you were rinsed clean before entering the bath. A deep sigh of relief escaped your lips. The bath helped your aching body adjust. You put your head under and resurfaced at the other end. Your attendants stood with towels waiting for you to finish. The birds could be heard chirping outside. It was a beautiful morning. Finally, some peace and quiet. You have been busy with many vendors and doctors.
A big banquet was supposed to be held for you and your baby. Sukuna wasn’t afraid to announce it. He felt secure with your protection. Everyone has been running around in preparation. Vendors came to visit to help decorate and prepare. Many dresses were made to find one to your liking. The stress was starting to pool up again. You tried thinking of something else when You heard some ruckus outside the bath.
“I apologize my lord Lady y/n is currently inside the bath. We can have it ready for you momentarily.”
“No need I shall join her”
The doors were open, and Sukuna appeared in a loose robe, his chest exposed. He smirked at your small form in the huge bath. You blushed remembering your earlier thoughts. You missed his presence.
“My lord to what do I owe the pleasure of your attendance.” You tried to act calm and uninterested. You didn’t want to rely on him for happiness and comfort.
“I came to check on your condition, but you were not in your quarters. Th doctor informed me of the morning sickness.”
“yes, everything is in order, the tea prescribed should help.”
You sulked further into the bath. Every conversation you have with him is so formal. It was never an issue before. In fact, you tried to walk on eggshells before. Now it was only a matter of time before your de ranked, why bother. After this baby is there any use for you as a wife. Your distracted and disheveled appearance didn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna. His lower set of eyes squinted at your behavior.
Sukuna dropped his robes and entered the bath. You quickly look at his cocks, biting your lip. Damn these hormones.
“The doctor also informed me your mood has seemed to dampen as of late. Has your service have not been adequate?”
He continued to walk closer to you. His chest was still out of the water while you have to sit on the bench in the water, to keep your shoulders above water.
“I apologize for concerning you, my lord. The doctor is just referring to my sickness. I haven’t been able to move around a lot or attend any tea parties with the other concubines”
Sukuna was now towering over you, all four eyes focusing on you. He had a scowl on his face. Like he didn’t believe a god damn word you said.
“After the announcement at the banquet you may do as you please. For now, I want you to stay in my palace and focus on your health.”
You nodded looking down into the water. He takes your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes up. You looked at his face turning red at the proximity. He moves in closer, lips almost touching yours.
“Are you sure the isn’t anything else?”
“There is not”
“When did you become so bold to lie so blatantly to your king?’
“What are you referring to exactly? I have done no such thing.”
“Perhaps but you do not speak the whole truth. You forget your servants are mine first. Your doctor informed me of your sexually driven questions. Your dear lady-in-waiting informed me of your late-night fantasies. You call out my name as you pleasure yourself. I did not realize you missed your king so much.”
You tensed up, tears of embarrassment welling up. You couldn’t believe you have been exposed like this. Sukuna tilts your head and licks your tears.
“I apologize my dear wife y/n. I have been away too long. I only wanted to ease your stress with these big changes. I was thinking of my heir and not my wife. You have me now. Now what do you want with me? What do you desire of your king? Your husband?”
He rubs your belly with one of his hands. It’s the first time he has touched you so lovingly. Sukuna was very excited for this baby. You forgot how important your baby was and how dedicated your husband was to this child. Your tears could no longer be contained. They flowed freely. You tried to stay silent, but hiccups and whines escaped your lips. At the end of the day, the strongest and most powerful was the father of your child. You were so worried about you; it didn’t occur to you that your baby would always be in a position of power and strength. It made you a little jealous.
Sukuna tensed, he wasn’t expecting you to start crying, he assumed you wanted sex, but clearly there was something else. This was hard for him. It was your pregnancy making you so vulnerable, he was aware. He didn’t like this one bit. He always enjoyed your cunning sharp wit. You were not easily scared or hurt by Sukuna. That’s what made you catch his eye. It’s what made him want to ruin you. He wanted to watch you change expressions in embarrassment, in pleasure. These tears weren’t the ones he desired. He wanted tears of pleasure. He held you in his arms and rubbed your back. It was all he could do.
“Once you are calmed I give you permission to speak freely, no matter what. Do not hold back; to keep peace with me, I want to know what troubles you.”
You continued to cry now sobbing loudly, almost in pain. It was all too much. You finally got some relief, to be held by Sukuna. You were also afraid of what’s to come. Once you finally calmed you began.
“I’m sorry I can’t stop, and I’m so upset I feel so vulnerable and weak. But I can’t stop cr-“ You began again to cry.
Sukuna laughed at your unstable mood. “Hush now y/n I want to know what troubles you”
You frowned, not thinking it was funny. You took a deep breath and just began
“I know my Lord that I am expendable. I know I can’t be in this position forever. I am grateful for my child, and I am grateful they will be your heir. But I- I am afraid. I know you will have more wives and more heirs. I just want to be loved too. I understand I am a concubine first; I recognize what we have isn’t love. I just can’t control my feelings. I want to be held by you. I want to be kissed by you- to be around you..”
You stopped yourself from rambling on further. You didn’t dare look at the expression on his face. Your buried yourself onto his shoulder.
“Your right I do not love you y/n. I cannot pretend or lie to you. But you are no longer a concubine, you are a wife. You will never question your position again. You will never be demoted. You will live the rest of your days in ease. I can assure you that. I live way longer than humans. I feel desire and passion. I desire bedside company, I desire intimate passion, I desire strength and power. I have obtained my true love of total control. But now my newest desire is my child within you. I did not know if it was possible and now, I know. I have lived a long life and yet YOU are my first wife. YOU are the first to carry my child. This experience is one I have never had. YOU are my first. I wouldn’t want any other to be my first. You will be a great wife and mother. I eat humans, bathe in the blood of my enemies and yet here I am holding my fragile little wife y/n because I’m not being a good husband. I assure you even if I do not love you I want to fulfill everything you desire.”
You looked into his eyes searching. You found him calm, emotionless, but truthful. This is what you needed to hear. You knew he didn’t love you, you only loved him simply because of your hormones. This was an arrangement but the best one to come out of living here. There was no way down anymore. You were filled with so much happiness you jumped up and kissed Sukuna, without permission. He reciprocated and deepened the kiss. He held you and kneaded your ass. His large hands enveloped your whole body. You forgot you were naked against him. His hardening cocks were sandwiched between your stomach and his. Your breasts were against his stomach as well. Only your head reached his chest, he had to bend his head for the kiss.  Sukuna pulled his lips from yours. As he pulled away, he nipped your lips.
“Ill ask you again my dear wife y/n. You have me now what do you want with me?”
Your body felt hot. You could smell that sexy campfire aroma on him you couldn’t take it. He was asking you what you wanted from him. And you wanted to take everything you could.
“I want you to hold me, kiss me, and fuck me.”
Sukuna laughed with a wild look in his eyes. He held you against his waist. You put your hands on his chest. He kissed you again. You deepened the kiss by opening your mouth. His tongue intertwined with yours. He rubbed his cocks against your stomach. Slowly the mouth and his stomach opened. He began to lick your sensitive pussy. You yelped looking down. You have never seen or heard of his stomach mouth.
“Fuck you taste so fucking good. Never seen that before huh? I can kiss my wife, hold her, and fuck her at the same time like she wanted.”
He smirked and pecked your lips. You whined in the kiss. He continued sharing slow passionate kisses together. His large tongue licked around your opening. Your entrance was fluttering as you have been waiting three months for this. His large slimy tongue entered you. God, it felt so fucking good. It went up up up- as far as his cocks would go. He swirled it in a circular motion tasting every inch of your insides. You clenched on him, digging your fingers into his arms. You thrusted a bit so the bottom of his tongue rubbed your clit as well. Sukuna allowed you to fuck yourself on his large tongue. God the sexy husband of yours got some bonus points today.
“I never hah-used this tongue on anyone before. Should I save this trick as the special wife only treatment?”
You bit your lip, “Yes please only I want to sit on this. Use it only for me”
Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you were overcome with pleasure. His tongue searched for your sensitive spot. Once he found it. He kept abusing it. You thrusted with the tongue. God it’s been so long that you couldn’t sit still. A big whine escaped you once again. Your whole body was sensitive. Sukuna took this chance to put his hands on your breasts. More mouths appeared on his hands. He began roughly sucking your sore nipples. His other two hands still held onto you for dear life.
“Sukuna I- its too much ah-! Haaah my lord please”
“Its husband to you. What to do want my little wife?”
You weren’t sure what you wanted. It was too much on your sore body. You whined rubbing against his cocks as well. You threw your hands down and started rubbing his cocks. Your hands couldn’t fit around the whole shaft, but you tried anyways. You gripped them so roughly and rubbed vigorously.
“Shit- damn you trying to choke my cocks?” He didn’t want to admit how sensitive that made him. You continued your assault as your rode on his tongue.
“This baby has made you to be quite the vixen. Im going to have to keep puttinga child in you if this is how sex is going to be”
You were definitely bolder today.
“Please I’m so close.”
“Cum then”
Sukuna was aroused by your state. Your face was flush, your eyes watery, and your hips shaking. Not to mention how good your pussy tasted. Fuck he was going to come to, from just your hands. Who knew his cute pregnant wife could do this to him.
You screamed out in ecstasy and finally came. Your toes curled and your body spasmed. You cried out again as your orgasm was slow yet violent. Sukuna came undone as well both cocks cumming in your hands. He grunted, hot cum covering your hands, chest and even some on your face. There was so much cum. Now you know why you got pregnant. You lifted your hands and licked the cum off. Sukuna watched you.
“Dammit you-fuck I’m hard again.”
You laughed and looked down to see he was indeed hard again.
“My dear husband I think I have a new craving, and you told me I could ask anything from you.”
“Name it y/n and it is yours.”
“Your cum”
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drieddpetals · 7 months ago
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modern things the crows would love
(based of the reference of them being in the victorian era)
(also, i've seen a couple people do this so full credit to them for inspiring this)
kaz:
* (secretly) card shuffling asmr/those asmr videos where they teach you card games, even tho he knows how to play them already
* (when he was a kid) those diaries where you have to have a code to get in with a speaker to record messages in
* ^^ also diaries with locks on them
* combination locks
* hard swing jazz
* mean girls (movie & musical)
* "dark acadamia" literature
* making sure everyone in a fifteen mile radius of him knows that frankenstein was the DOCTOR and the monster was frankenstein's MONSTER
* making up conlangs/ciphers for fun
* ^^ getting the crows to memorize them so they can communicate secretly
* gloves with pads on the fingers that let you use screens
inej:
* tumblr aesthetic moodboards
* taking hyperspecific uquiz personality quizzes
* crystal jewelry
* competitive gymnastics & tumbling
* claw clips & french pins
* colored eyeliner & mascara
* midi skirts
* making boards on pinterest—sharing those boards with jesper & wylan
* ^^ having massive joint pinterest boards with all the crows
* leg warmers
* ballet & "ballet aesthetic"
* any movie with natalie portman
* birkenstocks but specifically the ones with a holder for your big toe (idk if this makes sense)
* phantom of the opera
* oil diffusers
* american girl dolls
jesper:
* laser tag
* rollerskating & roller derby
* plato's closet
* tourist jewelry
* volleyball
* colored & funky shaped sunglasses
* just dance 2
* bruno mars
* fall out boy
* cargo shorts
* hamilton
* finding obscure fashion inspo on pinterest
* showing everyone how he can run barefoot on gravel
* gyaru fashion
* sour candy
* mt. dew
* saying, "i'm just joshing you" ironically
* sneezing extremely loud on purpose when it's dead silent
wylan:
* papa louie arcade games
* laufey
* asmr
* flute beatboxing
* green and brown colored converse
* tumblr aesthetic moodboards
* magnetic puzzle tiles
* percy jackson
* moisturizer with sunscreen in it
* the great comet of 1812
* dr. pepper
* accidentally dropping really traumatizing memories bc he genuinely thinks they're just funny stories from his childhood
* watercolor pencils
* shazam & the google "hum a tune" feature
nina:
* forever 21
* lush
* those mommy baking blogs that post their whole life stories before the recipe
* french tip manicures but in any other color but white
* ^^ also charms on nails
* gel manicures
* megan thee stallion
* lip gloss
* juicy couture
* the met gala
* amy winehouse
* duolingo/memrise/babbel
* panera bread
matthias:
* ^^ also, those mommy baking blogs that post their whole life stories before the recipe
* volunteering at animal shelters
* carhaart & patagonia
* those massage chairs at malls
* apple watches
* buying those massive bottles of ibuprofen at costco
* ^^ buying bulk protein powder from costco
* ^^^ generally he just likes costco & buying things in bulk
* colored fairy lights (HATES LED light strips)
* those big tubs of aquaphor
* vera bradley blankets
* gallon water bottles with the motivational time checkpoints
* at home gyms
* the classic white boy flannel over hoodie combo
* jacuzzis
* massage guns
* steel toe boots
* yawning and sneezing like a dad
* hair and beard oil
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absolutebl · 10 months ago
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Because your opinion means a lot: Any chance you feel like sharing 5 upcoming BLs you're most excited about and why? And maybe as a bonus, something you think many BL watchers will love but that you will hate?
Ooooo, how exciting what a fun one. You sure you want this from me? I have very odd taste.
The 5 Upcoming BLs I'm Most Excited About
(this forced me to put together the 2024 Announced BLs list which is coming soon)
1 Spare Me Your Mercy
Increased rates of deaths in terminal patients has a police captain investigating the palliative care doctor with whom he's fallen in love. Their relationship deepens but the mystery persists, driven by mistrust.
Why? It's adapted from the novel Euthanasia by Sammon (Triage, Manner of Death) but more important, it stars some old guard BL actors: Tor Thanapob from Hormones as the doctor and (fuck me YES) Jaylerr from Great Men Academy and goddamn Grean Fictions as the captain!
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2 Wandee Godday
GMMTV and AllThis Entertainment producing a very pulp offering with new pair, GreatInn doing high heat, boxer meets surgeon. It features a one night stand, fake relationship, and all the cheesiest of tropes. Also features Drake, Podd, and Thor+ pretty boy (be still my heart).
Why? This is totally my kind of BL even if it isn't GMMTV's style of BL, and it's GREAT, so I'm in.
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3 The Next Prince (ZeeNew)
Domundi brings us more ZeeNew in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince - YES PLEASE.
Why? I did not expect this pair to stick so I really hope this happens. Give us the Little Pink Riding Milk BL we deserve!
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4 Lover Merman
Fantasy BL about a man who falls in love with a merman.
Why? I don't think it will be good but I LOVE merfolk.
5 Me and Who
Domundi for WeTV brings this adaptation of Wickedwish’s novel of the same name. It depicts a young man who dies and is reborn into the body of a billionaire heir. The heir happens to be engaged to a handsome man.
Why? I flipping LOVE this trope but I never expected to see it drive a BL.
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10 I am cautious of but VERY intrigued
JAPAN'S Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka
From YTV releasing 1/11 about Soga, who, after a divorce and relocation to Osaka, seeks solace in dining at 26-year-old Sakae's restaurant. Unbeknownst to Soga, Sakae sees him as more than just a regular customer.
TAIWAN's Love For Love's Sake
Based on the Manhwa Love Supremacy Zone by Hwacha, this will star actors Lee Tae Vin, Cha Jun Wan, Oh Min Su and Cha Woon Ki. The plot of the drama is based on Tae Myung Ha, a young man who is dropped into a game based off of a novel that he knows. His mission is to make another player, Cha Yeo Woon happy. Cha Yeo Woon is Myung-Has favourite character in the novel. But then the game starts going completely different from the novel.
City of Stars AKA Fueangnakorn
Star Hunter started filming this 12/23 about an actor falls in love with a programmer and the narrative intends to “explore the ramifications of being public figure in the social network era who must endure critics, bullying, and defamation.” Looks like another Lovely Writer, Call It What You Want sort of thing.
My Stand-In AKA My Stand In
Chinese IP ALERT! Adapted from the novel Professional Body Double (职业替身) by Shui Qiang Cheng (水千丞) stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please).
OMG Vampire AKA OMG! Vampire (LeeFrank)
Frank and Lee Long Shi are back only vampires now. So many vampires.
The Rebound (MeenPing)
VIU Basketball based romance staring Meen (a national basketball player, so yay for that).
We Are (PondPhuwin)
GMMTV's university friendship Bl featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawin - basically ALL in the good kind of messy friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is gay. I'm IN! Trailer here.
Love Upon a Time (NetJames)
Domundi announced for 6/7/2023 then delayed to 2024. NetJames in a historical BL! Also feat Tonnam (Dr Sing from Triage).
Jack & Joker (YinWar)
DeHup brings us be gay, do crimes. Yin, War, Mark and a few other familiar faces doing Leverage but gayer. Yes, thank you, I will have that.
My Love Mix-Up Thai Remake (GemniForth)
GMMTV. Hum, well I do love this pair and I did like the original and maybe this time these characters will actually kiss? I'm actually fine with this pick-up. I kind of enjoy seeing different countries remake the same IP. Especially if it's IP I'm mostly unfazed by.
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WALT DISNEY WORMDOG III. jade leech/oc
please contact your local doctor if you are experiencing the following symptoms: prophetic dreams, the feeling that someone is calling from across the water and from across the wave, midnight visitors, scars from sand, new friendships, black blood coming out your ears but NOT your nose, inhuman strength, canine teeth on your throat, & the philosophy that we should move on from our past and never let it hold us back from the possibilities of tomorrow.
a/n: It's Wednesday night and we're going to play Bingo!
tags: main character deaths, symbolic and not literal, blackberries symbolic for overblot stones, bingo, mindfuckery, minimal flirting, & shotguns.
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Eight tables are fashioned into a heptagon like an old Elizabeth II era coin. Table eight is placed in the heptagon’s center. Naturally, the placement already calls attention to itself because the center table disrupts the flow of the seven-sided shape. Attention is also drawn to the table because the attendant is late.
It is truly odd because neglected, unsought Malleus Draconia has even made his way to the meeting. Which is why the Headmaster asks with a string of impatience in his tune, “Does anyone know if young Marion is planning to attend?”
The typical happens when a crowd of people is asked a question: a head shakes, a monotonous no, some murmuring of didn’t he say he would be here in five minutes, have you seen him, i think he went to the restroom. No clear hint or knowledge about the situation. Three astute voices break the mumbles and murmur with more concrete words.
“I think he’s still cleaning up the cones for Vargas,” Jack Howl hypothesizes.
“His punctuality is unorthodox tonight. Let’s wait another minute or two,” Riddle Rosehearts suggests.
“His text messages indicate that he is planning to attend,” Ortho Shroud informs.
Thus, they wait for another extended period of time as the wick of the Headmaster’s benevolent patience shortens. Time passes with a bit of low mumbling. Nothing too secretive is said because each word and syllable feels like a gunshot in the silence. Floyd Leech takes to stamping Azul Ashengrotto’s non-dominant hand with a Do-A-Dot marker, fashioned into the shape of a periwinkle mouse head and mouse ears, because he has already polka-dotted the majority of both his forearms. Time passes slowly, and time passes even slower the longer it goes on.
Outside of the heptagon, three waiters wait like racehorses in a starting stall. Time will never accelerate for them as per their profession’s namesake. Besides. Waiting means not playing the game, which basically means they have already won. 
It is only when the Headmaster moves a taloned hand to close the door with magic that the young Marion shoves his foot in the closing door. No one says anything as he walks in, not with his head low in shame or with his head held high in confidence. He does not know he has been keeping everyone waiting. 
Demurely, Marion rests his double-barrel shotgun Excalibur on the edge of his table in the center and leans back in his seat. As soon as he sat down, the game began. Yet, Marion takes his time, straightening himself up like a string on the top of his head is pulled and the air bubbles in his back crack. Everyone else’s attention moves from the center and onto their paper cards. 
With a hollow, plastic ball already in his golden talons, the Headmaster says, “G17.”
The starting stall opens for the waiters. Dressed in shawl lapel suits, two of them make their way around the heptagon. They take to refilling waters that had been drunk in the waiting period. The third races towards the middle, his claws clicking on the linoleum. 
“Henchman, why don’t I get to play! We’re the same student. The sidekick shouldn’t be playing the role of the hero.” Grim pouts, resting his paws on the edge of Marion’s seat.
“B5.”
“I’m surprised. That makes it sound like you want to do work.” Marion takes a sip of his untouched water, not having looked at his playing card yet.
“O36”
Grim grimaces at his least favorite four-lettered word, work. “Playing a game isn’t work though.” He is a little too short to look at what is on the table so his eyes flicker to the sleek black shotgun. “I wanna play.”
“B13.”
Resolute, Marion shakes his head and sets down his water to grab something else. “No. Go help out Ace and Deuce.” The color of his Do-A-Dot marker is gray-blue. It matches Grim’s magestone – which is concealed under his suit. 
“I4.”
The dire-beast gives a miserable, little frown at Marion’s words. However, he concedes. It is only due to the good faith between them that causes the beast to waddle away on his hindlegs. Like a ringleader who must convince his lion that jumping through flaming hoops is fun, trust must be drilled and hammered into the relationship for continual flaming-hoop-jumping.
The game continues on without further interruptions. Each player devotedly reads their sheets when a number and letter is called. This first round has been outlined only as a test to familiarize players with the mechanics of Bingo. Like a prologue of a video game, there are no real stakes in this.
However, that does not lessen the arrhythmic fluster of every player’s heart when Marion, dominant hand painted in black, says Bingo with his arm raised. 
Less than a handful of wandering eyes flicker over to Marion with mild interest. Smidgens of skepticism colors their irises. A magicless student just won the practice round? However, anyone who did turn around in his seat or glanced in Marion’s direction turns back to their playing cards easily. Must be a one-off thing. 
As Marion wipes so purple-it-almost-looks-black juices from the blackberries he ate off his fingers, Ace delivers the playing card to Crowley for it to be checked. Crowley returns it with confirmation that Marion is the winner, the players throw their used playing cards in the middle, looking at their fresh one on the top of their pile of seven, remaining cards.
Marion feeds a blackberry to Grim so they can revel in their almost-shared victory.
“G2.
“I12.
“N49.”
So on and so on. It is a sparse wave of moving, stamping hands. Many do not seem to be participating. Predictably, people like Leona Kingscholar and Idia Shroud barely give their playing cards more than a glance every tenth or eleventh called out number matched with a letter. People like Riddle Roseheart are very vigilant. 
Serious-minded as always, he makes sure to pay attention to the rules of the game. The night before, he took to researching online a beginner’s guide to the game. And since he is fonder to strawberries instead of blackberries, his focus does not wilt away from the playing card.
Blood red drops stain B13, G2, and I61. With his free spot predone for him, Riddle Rosehearts only needs O30 to win his cross line. At his table, Cater Diamond is enthusiastic about his housewarden’s encroaching win and Trey Clover offers a timid smile of encouragement.
“Bingo.”
Attention is drawn once more towards the center table. This time it is Grim who takes the playing card up to the Headmaster. Marion does not sit back down as he waits patiently for confirmation that he has won. 
“Well done, Marion,” Crowley says as he hands back the playing card to the suited dire-beast. “Bingo.”
A smile graces Marion’s face. His hand is stainfree as he reaches down by his legs. Grasping fingers do not curl around his returned playing card but instead curl around Excalibur, leveling it in his arms. Shotguns are such weight-y guns, like trying to hold a snapping crocodile with the grace of a sleepy pomeranian. 
When he aims it at Riddle Rosehearts, the two other Heartslabyul students stiffen. “Nothing personal?” Marion asks, but waits for no confirmation this time, as he empties the chamber of one bullet shell.
✦ .  ⁺   . ✦ .  ⁺   . ✦ 
Bingo is a tactical game about tracking down who is the biggest threat.
You must survey each player like they are intruders in your household at night. You must always check each Bingo player’s hand for a Do-A-Dot marker each ten seconds or you might find they have switched out that marker for a gun. An essential rule of Bingo – as Riddle Roseheart, blood red smeared on his playing cards, read the night before – is to find the biggest threat and eliminate them.
To eliminate players, the only method acceptable is with guns. Usually, guns that fire off bullets made of void or elemental magic are a player’s favorite choice. Excalibur is a bit avant-garde in the sense that bullet shells are made magic relative to what Marion needs them to be.
“G7.
“G18.
“N55.”
Leona Kingscholar had not seemed like a big threat until the end, with a perfect, lucky lineup of golden dots on the numbers underneath the bold I. Azul Ashengrotto also hardly seemed a threat, with a slippery melange of snot and tears running down his face onto his periwinkle spotted playing card.
But, Marion had to clean house. 
So, he blew both their brains out with the swiftness of a seasoned pest exterminator. 
Deuce took to scrubbing up the blood on Savanclaw’s table while Grim stood on a magically-made stool to wipe down Octavinelle’s table. Since the waiters had their hands full with cleaning, it was up to someone else to aid Ace, who had already cleaned up Heartslabyul’s table and is refilling the bowls of blackberries.
Marion got to select from the crowd of individuals, surrounding him in a heptagonal ring. The Headmaster might have been calling the numbers, but Marion was calling the shots. “Jade Leech.” The Headmaster’s gold eyes search Marion’s green eyes.
“Have Jade Leech help serve.” His green eyes are so focused on the Headmaster that he misses the look of twisted longing that fills the vice-housewarden’s eyes, the skin of his blood-splattered, under-eyelids creasing with mirthful affection.
Jade Leech is dressed in a shawl lapel suit and given immunity. Azul’s blood is left on his face. The game continues on. Players maneuver Do-A-Dot markers that match up to their dormitory’s colors as waters and fruit bowls are refilled. Jade takes to refilling up waters Ace misses, so effective in a familiar routine that he has enough time to linger by the center table with amorous intents.
“G77.”
“Excuse my unprompted comment, but you seem to be having quite a stroke of good luck. Do you think it will be finite?” Jade fills Marion’s glass with a pitcher of plain water; they both watch it slowly rise to the very top and quake with surface tension.
“B93.”
Marion feels the keen eyes trained upon him with tangibility found in a very real knife or gun pressed to his temple. Sipping without spilling, Marion responds with his lips on the glass rim, “I’m hoping to come out victorious. A SS rank.”
“I25.”
“May I ask another question?” Jade tries to appear sheepish but it is hard with the cool, collective look he wears. He looks like he will ask the question even if Marion’s answer was no. “What is it: confidence or arrogance?”
“G46.”
Marion dots his playing card. He only has three dots on the twenty-five squares, which includes his free spot as well. Though he certainly seems to be losing, the Prefect smiles and asks a question in response to a question, “Aren’t those words synonymous, handsome?”
“O10.”
“Well,” Jade leans his body down and encompasses Marion’s bicep in his gloved hand, delighted that his fingers do not touch as he squeezes the flesh, “keep up the good work, Marion.”
Jamil Viper has been waiting for this for a long time. He has mapped it out in his head since he was young and he has prayed that all the puzzle pieces will fall into place. Though Bingo has always been a game of luck, Jamil Viper uses skill too in this operation.
This is how his Bingo board looks. Along the B row, he has everything besides B3. Four dark maroon dots. Diagonally, he has everything besides G14. Four dark maroon dots. Across his second row, he has everything besides a B3. Four dark maroon dots. If he gets a B3, he will get double Bingo. Victory is predestined to him. All of his hidden hard work will yield his success. 
“B33.”
A hysterical, frightened voice billows up from the heptagon. “Someone should call the cops!!” Only for it to reveal itself as Marion’s voice when he smiles, satisfied and smug. Witty, he sings, “I’m killin’ it~! Bingo!” 
He waits for confirmation as Jade passes off the playing card to Crowley. Jamil grips the edge of his table. There is still time to scrounge up his last resources; besides, Marion could be mistaken and misheard a number-and-letter combination. However, the table splinters under Jamil’s oppressive grip a mere second later.
Because of the familiar routine, the shotgun feels as light as a handheld pistol when Marion swings it up like a baseball bat and fires.
✦ .  ⁺   . ✦ .  ⁺   . ✦ 
The Bingo Hall is quiet and full of smoke. 
It floats at about shoulder height. It is thicker than any fog and stinks of acrid ammonia. If you were to playfully tug at it, the smoke would follow the motion of your hand in curling, gray-blue wisps. It is so thick that Marion sincerely thinks one of the residential ghosts of NRC might be swimming around in the fog. It covers like a fleece blanket, luring everyone to rest their heads on the tabletops in coma-like sleep.  
Malleus had meant to make them all fall asleep but …
Marion is the only one still awake. Even Ace, Deuce, Grim are laid comatose on the ground like discarded dolls, even Jade (stripped of his shawl lapel suit after Idia’s death) is resting his head on the table. Marion is awake. Though, not for long. It is evident through the way he rubs his eyes and continuously yawns. He is going to fall asleep any second now.
He can feel each breath lure him deeper into comatose. Thick nose-fulls of ghosts and fog running through his lungs. All you can hear is the sound of ragged, measured breaths. 
“Bingo,” Malleus states.
“Bingo,” Marion states.
Both at the same exact time.
The thing about Bingo is: the one that says the name of the game first gets their sheet checked first. Each syllable of theirs is perfectly lined up like the dots on their sheets. 
In the absence of waiters and headmasters, the Dark Mirror takes both the playing cards (one dotted with blue-gray and the other dotted with green) with levitation magic. The apathetic face searches each sheet, checking the numbers dotted with the number called. And even though the reviewing is not completed, Marion has his shotgun aimed at Malleus’s head and Malleus has his shotgun aimed at Marion’s heart.
A shotgun shell will rip through a body. A shotshell fires from the barrel after the heat and sparks in the primer starts the process. Pellets leave the barrel and begin to scatter or spread. Once the shotshell hits a part of the body, it looks like a fruit tree of shrapnel, holes like hanging oranges. 
One usually does not survive a shotshell because of this spread of pellets.
“Both of these are winners. BINGO.”
Malleus and Marion fire their weapons.
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rowanthestrange · 5 months ago
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So we know the main theme of the season is ‘you created the problem’:
Space Babies - Booger monster, story.
The Devil’s Chord - A human had to play the chord first, more broadly Fourteen gave the Pantheon ability to manifest.
Boom - The mudmen aren’t real and your ambulances are putting you down.
73 Yards - Dead Ruby becomes The Woman.
Dot & Bubble - You were so racist the robots chose genocide - person creates robot, robot creates or enables slugs.
Rogue - Depending on how surface level you are, anywhere from ‘the Doctor set the trap’ to ‘if you’d proposed to the Master before running away he would have given up being a Time Lord for you’.
The start of The Church On Ruby Road looks like Ruby dropping herself as a baby, so we’ve presumably got at least one layer covered. If it’s a Pantheon member behind it, two.
I was wondering for era-arc (we’re not dealing with the Pantheon once and for all now, no way, this is an introductory season), do you think we’re going to swing round to the Doctor getting the Pantheon to turn on their father/head of the family?
By the sound of it, the Toymaker has created legions of offspring. A terrible father who presumably made them for the sole reason of having someone to play against while being kept from the universes. He makes toys. And when they don’t amuse him anymore, he discards them.
Certainly the Maestro has a poor opinion of him, “Daddy was bad to me,” and yes, I can imagine. The basic literary (and life) dynamic that is the creative queer child of a competitive shit dad. Their specialty is music, and they are summoned as a set of rule-breaking ‘wrong’ notes. But they’re not about playing it and expressing it for everyone, they want it all for themselves. Which makes a lot of sense if your daddy is constantly playing with you, forcing you to bet, even though he wins he always wins. You don’t get to own anything. So you become the owner of the unownable. Playing but in a new way. Playing pianos and fiddles and drums and instruments, a playing you can’t win or lose.
And if Rogue is The Rogue, their specialty also fits. D&D is a roleplaying game. A thing you can play but there is no winning. It is structured, there are rules, as they would have been brought up with, not quite as loosey-goosey as Playing Pretend, but not so strict that creativity is punished. A DM has control but any bullshit moving the universe around to get what you intended is bad practice - perhaps tired of a dad that will literally make the floor lava ‘that’s not cheating that’s just the game’. They love roleplaying because it’s not about winning, but about the experience. And again, a queer offspring as per literary and life dynamic.
Is the Toymaker the root? Is there a worse parent above him? Possibly. Probably. We at least temporarily dispatched him at the start so he doesn’t hold much sway as the Biggest Bad. The Maestro refers to a he/him ‘The Oldest One’ though that could be the oldest sibling. The One Who Waits (it/its) could be that - but it seems included in a list of new players the Toymaker had access to, so perhaps not. (And if it’s something like Love, well, the Toymaker doesn’t play games with love perhaps? Too messy).
But Russell saying abused kids, queer kids, have a right over their shitty parents? That feels like a good and thematic way to end the Pantheon stuff.
(What else do you play? Well a play obviously - would fit either Susan Twist or Mrs Flood, acting-to-a-crowd. Musical same vibe. You can play with people’s minds. Sport would be funny - a child the Toymaker hated less until for some reason they couldn’t do it anymore. Literally play perhaps, the essence thereof, one with no goals, more silly, innocent, more abstract a creature than the rest with their humanoid forms - too esoteric for the Toymaker. If The One Who Waits isn’t Love, then Love who was raised to play games…but actually doesn’t want to...)
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sauntervaguelydown · 7 months ago
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my job working in government has me so frustrated on an existential level that I'm making up a list of political moves I would push through if I could just hypnotize everyone in Florida legislature for a season. My platform is called "Solutions to the Opioid Epidemic that aren’t Narcan"
Access to pleasure: Public spaces where adult people can have fun safely, play games, socialize, and not have to pay for entry. Adult sports leagues. Gardens.
Living in less fear: housing insecurity, food prices, basic animal needs being met
Health care: primary care doctors who care about solving pain management problems, who pay attention to their patients, who are not condescending, who have the means and funds to provide other solutions to chronic pain issues (surgery, mobility aids, etc)
3A: public awareness campaign to normalize people using mobility aids. Why did this stop in the 90’s. 3B: ADA in private and public spaces (so that mobility aids are useful)
4. Better wages for manual laborers so that they don’t work insane hours and destroy their bodies by the time they’re 40 (what is this the medieval era??)
5. Constructive activities for unemployed people: to keep morale up, give people access to art, community projects, gardens, etc on a volunteer bases (WITH protection against labor exploitation)
6. People below the poverty line shouldn’t have to pay federal property taxes (this is never going to happen but I can dream)
7. PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION
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yukikogazingthestars · 7 months ago
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"Will you give me the same look when the time comes?"
Mori Ougai × reader
TW:Angst/ Mention of death/ Dark Era Spoiler/ Angst with more Angst/ just a little comfort at the end
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The Life of the Leader of the Port Mafia is never easy.Mori Ougai, that manipulative and calculating man is targeted by almost everyone in every way. Power, Authority, Wealth and Intelligence makes this man so intoxicating. Everything about him is so breathtaking and amazing. A former military surgeon, a former underground doctor who also worked as an information broker, the man who assassinated the tyrant former Mafia boss, the man who uses everyone for the gain…
Everything about him is so bloody and so astonishing. To be the sweetheart of this kind of man is something that someone can't even imagine,right? Even a terrifying man like him has someone who can make his life delightful and charming.In the world of bloody games, she is the healing pill of his miserable days.
“Mori san, You're making that face again~”
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice his lovely girl approaching until she whispered to him. The fruity and floral fragrance of “Miss Dior” visited his olfactory system and Mori smiled while he was hugging her waist. He absolutely loves playing with her love handle.
Y/N was a bit tickly so she couldn't help but giggle while Mori was playing with her cute love handle.
“Awww,I can do it all day long.My girl dresses so well, You wish to go somewhere today?”
“No, it's just I love showing off,”answered Y/N while she was trying to move a little since Mori’s still grabbing her waist.
Finally, Mori let her go and led her to the couch where they could sit comfortably. He didn't start the conversation, he just gazed at his S/O who was sitting beside him.
The sweet fragrance,the soft and silky hair,the glowing skin, the plump lips with cherry color,foxy eyes under them are mysteries, light make-up to show off the best figures of her face and the face which he can remember even if he goes blind, that elegant posture, that lovely body figure, everything about her is so intoxicating.She smiled and stared at him with thoses eyes filled with warmth and calm.
“Something bothers you?”
She asked while she was pushing the tea cup towards Mori.
“The way you stare at me right now,...Mori san , I know that look, you have something in your mind.Would you let it out? I am all ears if you want”
She asked again and this time she gently led Mori to put his head on her laps to relax. Mori laid and put his head on her laps and she gently brushed and massaged his scalp.
“Much better?”
“Thanks to my lovely girl…”answered Mori and his purple orbs met with his lovely girl watercolor orbs.
Her eyes may be so mysterious and even hide a malice but she always gave a warmth and comfort vibe to him whenever their eyes met.
“It’s just the Special Division “
Mori finally let his guard down, closed his eyes and started to talk about what is bothering him.She replied with a hum while she was gently touching the wrinkles under his eyes.
“They have already made a move,I doubt that there's a double agent in the Port Mafia”
“Again? That's really a troublesome case” replied Y/N while she was massaging his temples.Her gaze was softened and she looked so sad. Mori knows that she can't completely move on from the death of Oda and his Orphans since Y/N had a great relationship with them.
The only fear Mori has is that Y/N finding out the Death of Oda and his Orphans was his plan. The last thing Mori wants her to know is that he is the mastermind of that tragic event. Bringing Mimic to Japan, Giving the information about Orphans to Mimic,Putting the Special Division in the Crisis, leaving them no choice but to give him the business permit, indirectly killing Oda to get rid of Dazai.
He doesn't want her to find out. He doesn't want those eyes of her giving him a disgusting look, a hateful look.He doesn't want to lose all her caring and love for him. He sighed.
"We still don't know who …”
“Ango's betrayal….it led us to heartbrokening events. I don't want that again”
For the first time in a while, Mori felt a little guilty. But, all his doings are for the sake of the organization. He is both a slave and the leader of the organization, it's his duty to bear this sin. All his sins are forgiven by his lovely goddess. She accepted him, she granted him healing, comfort and love. But, in his deepest mind, he knows that his lovely S/O will never forgive him that one sin if she knows.
He secretly wishes that his S/O will never find out about it.
“Mori san,.....you’re losing in your thoughts again”
She gently reminded him. When his consciousness returned to her, she gently smiled and gave a warm kiss on his forehead.
She stared at him with thoses eyes filled with warmth and comfort again.
“My Dear, will you give me the same look when the time comes?"
She doesn't know what those words mean but she also doesn't try to think hard to find out too. She somehow feels a glimpse of Mori’s guilt towards her. But, she doesn't use her smart brain to see the whole picture and the whole reason as she doesn't have to hate Mori Ougai.
“Mori San, that time will never come and I will always be here with you.”
Mori was stunned by her words and His eyes widened. He saw Y/N staring at the glass window opposite of her. Her gaze was soft and somehow seemed a little sad too. Her hands on his shoulders were a little shaky. She sighed as if she was taking out all of her grief through that sigh.
“I don't want to know your guilt and your sins but I won't let you suffer alone. In order to be with you with all my heart, I mustn't know what you did.Please do not confess what you think I should not know. Please Mori san, I beg you”
Warm tears dropped onto his cheeks.Y/N was crying.She was crying with guilt and pain.
The guilt she held for her friends’ death, the guilt she held for not wanting to know the truth, the sin of being the sweetheart of the Port Mafia Boss…
Mori got up and hugged her crying form tightly.His girl hugged him back tightly.
"Please don't let me know... please"
I am so sorry….for choosing this man.I am so sorry for choosing to give him the same look he wants everyday.I am so sorry.
She silently apologized for her sin…
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dandelionpixels · 7 months ago
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Hey! I was doctor who ask anon. I'm sorry if I misinterpreted it, but if you meant 9-12 in terms of doctors, could I request a 9th doctor era hcs please where reader and rose become like sibling figures to each other and R opens up about the time war and Rose helps them through some guilt about it?
hai!! you interpreted it right and YES i can!! i luv nine so much <333 i actually think i interpreted your ask a little wrong i couldn’t quite figure out everyone’s relation, but thats totes on me!! feel free to shoot me another ask and ill get to it!!
- first meeting is probably sometime where rose and nine get separated. you come across rose and help her find her way back to nine. the two of them go to take off running but rose grabs your hand and drags you with them :))
- when you get to the tardis its a lot of rose basically going “please can she come with us?” and nine crossing his arms and pretending like he can say no. it just takes a couple seconds and both your guys’ pleading before he drops his arms and goes “alright, it’s on your head!”
- the first trip you guys take, rose grabs your hand takes off running into the crowds. nine just hollers after you guys “don’t get lost!” and rose just giggles. she spends the day buying you food and pretending like she knows what you’re talking about.
- a couple nights into traveling, you realize you didnt really pack any clothes. you show up in rose’s bedroom and she doesn’t hesitate to pull out all her clothes. she has you paw through everything until you find a couple things that suit your style, and she promises to make nine take you guys shopping soon
- nine will swear it didnt happen but one night when none of you guys could sleep, you all just sat in the console area and played various board games nine had picked up over the years
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myechoecho · 1 year ago
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Perfect Marriage Revenge, ep 5
This was such a good episode.
Yi Joo was terrified for Do Guk. She hasn't quite stopped to think why that is, but she a desperate advocate for him at the hospital. She pulled a doctor away from a critical patient. When Do Guk is not in his bed, she is frantically looking for him.
She finds him and we get this moment:
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She initiated the contact. She grabs his hand and wrist with BOTH of her hands. Yi Joo sleeps outside his door, on the sofa because she was so worried. She learns about his panic disorder from his doctor friend, whom I love and hope we see more of.
I adore how Yi Joo has won over Do Guk's family, by simply being herself. This episode had more to do with his grandmother. Yi Joo advises Tae Ja not to sully her good name and make sure she fully investigates the deal her father is making. Tae Ja helps get some information about her past and her grandfather. In the end, Tae Ja insists that Yi Joo call her grandmother. Yi Joo is so pleased about being accepted and it has nothing to do with her plans with Do Guk. As an orphan, it didn't escape her notice how the kids in the home reacted to Tae Ja or how Tae Ja reacted to them. Further, she ate with Tae Ja which is simply massive for her and shows what trust she has in Do Guk's grandmother. She has accepted his grandmother, just as much as she's accepted her.
One important thing to note - Yi Joo has never directly bad mouthed her family in front of Do Guk's. She doesn't completely ignore it but she lets her feelings be known in a different way. "I prefer not to meet with Yoo Ra", "Please do not call my mother for the wedding plans". This is in stark contrast to Yi Joo's family who trashes her in front of everyone.
As far as Yoo Ra is concerned, I'd say this is less her villain era and more her acting like her authentic self. She was always a villain, but masked it somewhat as her mother always had her back. She's simply not hiding it now since her mother is not getting her what she wants. I suspected that Yoo Ra and Junk Wook (note: Junk Wook was a typo that I have decided deserves to remain) would team up and it's looking like that will happen.
Jung Wook miscalculated with Yi Joo and she does not rise to his bait. She's not here to play his games or for his attempts to manipulate her. He also proves her point, when Do Guk shows up and Jung Wook admits that he told Do Guk about the meeting.
You know, I'm not mad Do Guk calling Yi Joo out and reinforcing the boundary that she's laid. She did meet with Jung Wook to find out more to help Do Guk. She knows that his brother is the reason he hates being home, cannot sleet and has panic attacks. But by doing this she has crossed a line that she imposed (separate lives). Do Guk is not unwilling to tell her but he warns her it will entangle them further and it will become more and more real. He knows she's not there yet and Yi Joo proves it by pushing him away. Do Guk is so disappointed and he has to draw another line in asking her not to touch him. It's a bit of self preservation.
Se Hyeok proves again how ugly a person he is. "how could you do this to meeeee?" he whines. Doesn't acknowledge WHY he was dumped and it's all about him. He basically says he hates her and hopes she'll be miserable. I appreciate how outside of making Se Hyeok keep his distance, Do Guk allow Yi Joo to control what she wants to do or say. It's only at the end that he says anything. For Yi Joo, I think she understands there's an element of truth to what Se Hyeok is saying (she doesn't looks excited or happy). But it also reinforces her decision.
I love how Do Duk paid attention to her in her wedding dress and said she was beautiful. Contrast to Se Hyeok who could barely look at her and was like whatever.
We found out what the secret Yi Joo's grandfather was hiding - Yi Joo father is actually her bio father. And I guess that the grandfather wanted to make up for the one child who died by making sure his granddaughter was in her family home. But that home turned out to be awful and I don't know why he didn't do more when she was a child. I also don't know how Yi Joo's mom knows the truth about Yi Joo's parentage. She's also clearly poisoning her husband. She was probably poisoning Yi Joo as well, but Yi Joo knew better and did not take the pills. It wouldn't surprise me if the mother had something to do with the grandfather being in the home.
Stray thought - what if the adoptive mom killed the bio mom so she could have the bio dad?? Considering this show, it would not be that wild a theory.
Any question about Do Guk being in the other car was answered. When he saw the drawing, he near on had another panic attack and could hear the crash over and over. He was 100% in the accident and transmigrated with Yi Joo.
Yi Joo must have run out of that closet in some sort of trauma and shock only to have the police find her. Do Gok tenderly he takes care of her. He tends to the wounds on her feet, puts her to bed, does not press her for details. But because he loves her, he cannot fully leave her and "crosses the line" to comfort her by just being beside her and patting her shoulder. No one has ever cared for her like this before.
We have a bit of a time jump and it's the wedding time. I gather that things might still be a bit weird between Yi Joo and Do Guk. I think that Yi Joo is still processing the information about her parentage.
But here comes her mother, saying she's not family and taunting her to try to be happy. Which really triggers Yi Joo to the point of wanting to smash a vase of flowers over her mother's head - which I assume it is who Do Guk stops her.
I've seen some comments that say Yi Joo is too weak, or flip flops too much. I think that this might be the point where any seemingly hesitation is gone. For me, it always made sense that Yi Joo looks like she's hesitating because she's going against years of conditioning, abuse and trauma. While she does have those moments, she always picks herself up and pushes back in her own way. When her mother and ex's mom stage that little play that throws her off, she then takes down her mother's forgery ring on her own, without any help from Do Guk. When Do Guk finds Yi Joo, Yoo Ra and his mom meeting, she does not automatically leave when he says so. No, she stays to say her piece and leaves when she's ready. So whatever may have been slightly holding her back, she's done with that now.
Side note: It is just me or are Do Guk and Yi Joo staring to wear the same/similar colours/patterns?
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Would you write any flirtatious chase-cameron banter? Preferably set at a late night in the hospital after everyone's gone home and they're stuck doing labs, looking after a patient and they're a teensy bit delirious so it's weirdly also very honest and vulnerable.
anon i bet you thought i forgot about this req didn't you. NEVER FEAR. this actually took me a while to figure out what to do with (i love writing banter but flirtatious banter is scary especially for a 'new' fandom) (i still consider myself new to this fandom) but here we go. set vaguely during a non-specific part of fwb era--if pressed i'll say between 3x15 and 3x16, but the details are not relevant lol:
House, of course, leaves PPTH at 5pm on the dot with strict orders to keep running lab stains and PCR tests on their latest patient until they get a positive result. “Not like you three have anything better to do,” he calls over his shoulder, while Foreman rolls his eyes and Chase tries to catch Cameron’s eye. She’s not paying attention–too busy adjusting her glasses tiredly while she peers into a microscope, hair ruffled in a way that reminds him of her rolling out of his bed that morning–and Chase tells himself he’s not disappointed. They’re not together. It’s just sex. It shouldn’t matter that they had half-formed plans to get Indian takeout and play a drinking game while watching old episodes of General Hospital together that was almost definitely going to lead to–
“Alright, I’m out,” Foreman declares at midnight. “This isn’t fair, I wore the beeper last night. One of us needs to be awake for the differential tomorrow.” “Nice excuse,” Chase mutters darkly. “You mind bringing us up some coffee from the cafeteria before you go, Judas?”
“That’d be great,” Cameron adds, all faux-earnest charm, and Foreman actually has the grace to look a little bit guilty at that. He leaves the coffees on the lab benches–definitely not best practice, but nor is making three overworked doctors run labs all night–and leaves with the promise to relieve them at 6am if they come up with no further answers. Chase, of course, doesn’t believe him for a second, but this seems to pacify Cameron; she shoots him a suspiciously sunny smile, and wishes him good night.
As soon as Foreman’s out the door, she says, “And then there were two.” “And then there were two,” Chase echoes, eyeing her warily from where he’s waiting for the centrifuge to recalibrate. “Not quite what I meant when I asked if you wanted to hang out tonight.” That’s usually how they put it, in public–do you want to hang out later? Wanna grab some dinner? It’s really more for Chase’s sanity than Cameron’s; she seems unusually blasé about the whole friends-with-benefits situation, which is fine, honestly, but is it so crazy to just want to keep things to themselves for a while? To not want the hospital gossip mill offering their opinion on what is, objectively, a private decision between two consenting adults? And it’s not like Chase knows how to phrase it any other way. Cameron, if she had her own way, would keep being forthright about it: want to have sex later? Cool. Collected. And it isn’t that Chase has an issue with it, exactly. It’s just as she said it would be, after all. No strings attached. Easy peasy. But there’s just something so clinical about it. It feels strange, especially from Cameron, who he always assumed would be the flowers-and-dinner type.
“We could,” Cameron says now, pushing back her chair and spinning to face him. “If you wanted.” “You don’t mean,” Chase starts, fighting his flush at the thought of Cameron and sex and the fucking pathology lab, and Cameron grins from ear to ear.
“Hang out,” she finishes, simple and guileless. “I guess we’re doing it anyway, right? No harm in taking a quick break to chat.”
“That is not what you meant,” Chase accuses. God, she would probably kill him for thinking it, but there really is something beautiful about Cameron in the lab. Even when she’s exhausted and frustrated there’s a part of her that just lights up when given a microscope and a set of slides, like she’s some overeager freshman biology major donning a lab coat for the first time. It’s lit up right now: in the slightly manic gleam in her eye, in her rolled-up sleeves, in her glasses set half-askew on the edge of her nose. “Anyway, we don’t have time to chat. Unless you’re planning on being trapped in here with me all night.”
“And that would be so terrible,” Cameron hums, dangling her legs invitingly. She’d kill him for thinking this, too, but at this precise moment she seems so…normal. Not normal as in ordinary, quotidian, but normal as in not a woman with dead-husband-levels of hang-ups around relationships; normal as in the kind of woman Chase thinks he knows how to flirt with. It’s an illusion, but it’s almost like he could step right between the open vee of her legs and grin down at her teasingly, and almost like she would let him. 
Not that he wants to. Not that she would let him. It’s just sex. Just convenience. Just…microwave pizza.
“So very terrible,” Chase agrees, turning back to the centrifuge so he doesn’t have to keep looking at her and thinking about it. “Good thing we’re not actually locked in together.” “That could probably be arranged,” Cameron says. He can’t see her anymore, but he imagines her smiling again, polishing her glasses on the edge of her coat and her bangs falling into her eyes, the way she looks at him sometimes when they’re walking out to her car together on the way out of work and their fingers accidentally brush together and Chase can pretend that she’s thinking about holding his hand. He thinks that’d be nice, sometime. Just holding Cameron’s hand–not out of any hidden romance, but just for the sake of it. He knows her hands so well, the cracked-dry knuckles and fingertips from scrubbing them multiple times a day and the faintly oily, lavender-scented sheen of her hand cream that always sticks to her palms, and she always holds his face, his shoulders, his hips, but never his hands. “Get someone to call in a bomb threat.” “Call in our own bomb threat,” Chase raises weakly.
“Pretend I’m holding you hostage.” “Hey, why are you holding me hostage?” Chase demands, glancing at her over his shoulder in an accusatory fashion. “I’m the man!”
“I’m a femme fatale,” Cameron smirks, “and you were the one who said we didn’t have time to chat.”
Their pagers go off then; their patient is coding. By the time she’s stable, House is harassing them via speakerphone about test results and his latest epiphany, and it’s like the hours in the lab never really happened. By the time Foreman slinks back in, arguably in a worse mood after two hours’ sleep than he’d be if he’d never slept in the first place, the silly lab banter has entirely slipped from Chase’s mind while Cameron gnaws frustratedly on her bottom lip, and he isn’t thinking about it at all.
Honestly. He isn’t.
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starghost-fics · 3 months ago
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fanfic master post
this is new era only; anything not listed here is likely on my AO3 as a historical curiosity from the olden days.
sometimes i use the actual summary from AO3, sometimes that's too long or I don't want to use it here. no rules, only fic
under the cut: OCTOPATH TRAVELER OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH TED LASSO DEEP SPACE NINE
OCTOPATH TRAVELER
As a preface, I would personally like to invite you to play this video game because I found it delightful, but also because I'm inordinately proud of some of this fic, and it's a little fandom.
in the near-dark
AO3
length: 3 chapters, 9100 words
summary: The group travels through Orsterra, and Therion is bad at sleeping, except when he isn't.
my favorite tag: oh no tenderness
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a little sleight of hand
AO3
length: 1 chapter, 1500 words
summary: Therion has a strange habit of squirreling away food when he thinks no one is looking. Tressa worries about it.
my favorite tag: even my fluff has class issues
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the stars above
AO3
length: 4 chapters, 9100 words
summary: After their journeys are complete, Therion moves to Atlasdam, and discovers Cyrus's new (and dangerous) avenue of study.
my favorite tag: someone is pining
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untitled octopath fanfic
AO3
length: 1 chapter, 900 words
summary: It is a wretched day in Bolderfall, and Therion is a horrible goose. (of course it's a crossover with untitled goose game!)
my favorite tag: no beta we honk like geese
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series: divine intervention (god shit)
series summary: in which I spend nearly 100k words exploring Cyrus and Therion's relationship, among other things.
if the gods should touch you
AO3
length: 13 chapters, 60,000 words
summary: Spanning roughly from various chapter 2s to chapter 4s, the group travels, changes partners, faces fears, gets blessed, and oh also the scholar and the thief kiss.
my favorite tag: get in loser we're healing from past trauma and changing our negative coping mechanisms
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as shadows gather and gods move
AO3
length: 7 chapters, 32,000 words
summary: time loop? time loop. time loop!!! only Cyrus is aware and the solution is not what he thinks it is.
my favorite tag: the powers of a god are inexplicable but also annoying
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OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH
not a fic: a two-part essay/analysis on character weakness and desire
part one: stede bonnet and self-doubt
part two: edward teach and self-loathing and also applying this to writing
not made of glass but flesh and bone, which is worse
AO3
length: 6 chapters, 10,000 words
summary: Post s01e05, in which we diverge from canon so that Ed and Stede can go spend a night on a deserted island.
my favorite tag: a little light blasphemy
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what's a stab wound good for, anyway
AO3
length: 1 chapter, 1500 words
summary: After the (s1) duel, Ed has several thoughts, then ignores most of them.
my favorite tag: love a stabbing
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TED LASSO
And the Songbirds Keep Singing
AO3
length: 1 chapter, 4700 words
summary: Trent has a bad day and then Ted makes him dinner and they listen to records.
my favorite tag: Princess Grim Reaper (the cat)
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The Closest You Can Get to Flying
AO3
length: 1 chapter, 3600 words
summary: Trent learns to ride a bike, then he scrapes his knee and definitely needs someone to play doctor.
my favorite tag: biking is so great
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someday soon we all will be together
AO3
length: 2500 words
summary: Everyone is at Rebecca's Christmas party, and I do mean everyone. Also: heavily influenced by that one scene in The West Wing when Danny comes back.
my favorite tag: fancy pens as flirting
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real long distance
AO3
length: tk words (6 chapters total)
summary: Ted gets a land line, calls Trent more than anyone else. All-dialog, all the time.
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SERIES: a work excuse
in which i overwrote the main fic and felt like posting the other bits.
Lafayette Comes to America
AO3
length: 24 chapters, 53,000 words
summary: Trent goes to America with a tenuous work excuse and has a lot of Tension with Ted Lasso. Then he goes home and has a lot of moping, before everyone comes to their senses.
my favorite tag: warning: i love a loooooong paragraph
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beverages and conversation
AO3
length: 3 chapters, 3900 words
summary: Ted has one or two conversations that he is not entirely prepared for over a beverage. (Ted's side of things during a few of the later chapters.)
my favorite tag: give me the slightest provocation and i WILL sketch out a midwestern life for you
the intolerable evocation of emotion via art
AO3
length: 1 chapter, 363 words
summary: Texts between Trent and his ex-wife about a playlist she made him. (Makes no sense divorced from Chapter 18 of Lafayette Comes to America, probably.)
DEEP SPACE NINE
keep a bower quiet for us
AO3
length: 11 chapters, 20,000 words
summary: Julian Bashir goes on vacation, and ends up stuck on Earth, in the past, with Elim Garak. Things could be worse, probably.
my favorite tag: we run on vibes not plot
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witchofthemidlands · 6 months ago
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witchofthemidlands thoughts on “space babies”
me & my mum stayed up together to watch this when it dropped on the iplayer, it was a great experience & i think i've finally gathered myself enough to unleash ✨thoughts✨
✨ this is my personal opinion, media is subjective you might not agree with my opinions & that's just fine✨
the unexpected return of the “this is gallifrey” score near took me out. noises were made.
i kinda like the doctor info dumping about themselves, i know it's there for the ✨dramatics✨ but i always wish that the doctor would just straight up tell their companion about the fact that they can regenerate way before the event so they're aware & can prepare. thirteen is the only one of the new who doctors who have prepared their companions in advance.
i want fifteen's coat, his necklace & ruby's rings 😩
i still think the stepping on the butterfly segment, whilst it's there for a laugh, is connected to the myths coming to life because of the salt at the edge of the universe incident.
i love how the tardis is being a public menace & causing genuine damage as it lands 😂
the babies in the tanks reminded me of this one strange game me & my friend at uni used to play & he wanted a nightlight of. fifteen has so much energy & life, he's fantastic 🥹 absolutely fantastic. god i love him i love ncuti so much, we’ve had the back half of “the giggle”, “the church on ruby road” & less than ten minutes of “space babies” & ALREADY ncuti gatwa is up there with christopher, david & sylvester for me as the best doctors of all time.
THE END OF THE WORLD CALLBACKS 😭 it's brand new but the elements of that beautiful episode is still there for me & that makes me so happy because that’s one of my favourite whoniverse episodes of all time 🥹 in my top ten 🥹
i was not expecting to be crying over cgi talking babies in the early hours of morning but there you go 😭
it is definitely just a coincidence that the baby is called eric but every time i heard that name i kept thinking of my favourite ncuti gatwa character ✨eric effiong✨
CAPTAIN POPPY 😩🥹😭🥹😩 i wanted to hug her too & all of them. i'm admittedly not the most maternal person on the planet but i wanted to gather them all up & protect them with my life 😭
i completely respect it & i love that rtd has ignored the naysayers & is honouring chibnall's creations but i have never been a fan of the timeless child plot, i've tried i really have but i just still can't get my head around it & it just doesn't work for me but using it to make the point that everyone is unique & individual & that’s a good thing is a really lovely way of making it work, i love that message.
“no one like me exists & that’s true of everyone” not only is this really positive moment but it also reminds me of the conversation between eleven & merry in the rings of akhaten.
THAT'S NOT A DOGGO 😂 this sent me 😂
eric saying “i love you ruby” twice in the episode was such a mood, i love you ruby 🥰
“if things connect then you are connecting like crazy” it's giving the lead up to the doctordonna & i'm on ✨the fence✨
ALIEN RUBY?!? maybe one of the doctor's species or something we haven't come across before?
“ERIC INVOKING THE DEITY”
IM GOING TO FIND THE NAUGHTY DOGGO & TELL HIM OFF! 🥺
i genuinely thought we were getting an eaten baby in the first episode of the season & i were like 😬
CAPTAIN POPPY & THE SQUAD TO THE RESCUE WITH THE FLAME THROWER 🔥
love the return of characters getting slimed <3 it was one of my favourite new who era doctor who & the sarah jane adventures tropes.
i really wasn’t expecting the “sleep no more” style revelation when it came to the creature.
the alien vibes are real, nan-e | jocelyn is blowing it out of the goddam airlock.
i am going to ignore the fact that i'm getting doomsday vibes from the doctor trying to save snotè
ruby comforting jocelyn 🥺 it reminded me so much of the care rose, martha & donna would show anyone who needed comfort. i have really missed rtd companions.
i am not going to think about the howl sounding like the werewolf. i am ignoring it i will not be crackers about this one. it's just a creature noise.
they're being jet propelled to the planet by the power of shizzle i love this show 😂 & to any naysayer who thinks this is too ridiculous (i am looking directly at my father as i type this because he's been the biggest naysayer of doctor who in my real life) this the same writer who had the doctor say the line “do you mind not farting whilst i'm saving the world”
the doctor probably getting war flashbacks to father's day as ruby ran into that tardis. i love the growth, they’ve definitely learnt their lesson with that one, i love his honesty & how upfront they are straight off the bat. it's good for the both of them. the doctor won't become reaper chow & ruby won't make a mistake that has emotionally devastating effects on the universe & herself.
i have said this before & i will say it again, i love that with the return of rtd that we have the return of his theme of chosen family, that adoption & fostering is a lovely option, it can give hope, love & more & be fulfilling, fantastic & beautiful. ruby's relationship with her mum is so lovely to watch & i hope even if we do find where ruby came from that carla will always, always ALWAYS be her mum & with rtd's track record with the sarah jane adventures, i think that will be the case.
CHERRY SUNDAY 😊 as someone who used to care for an elderly relative, i love every single thing about her character & the family dynamics with her, i have never seen elderly care represented on any tv show i love before & it's happening on my favourite one 🥹
why is carla acting like my mum 😭 never mind a bloomin’ big spaceship just landed - what’s it done to my kitchen
“tell your mum not to slap me” oh he is feeling the combined forces of jackie-francine-sylvia’s slaps & is NOT taking any chances.
oh god i think i've seen this before & i didn't like the ending. i am getting the ganger plotline from the doctor suddenly going solemn & scanning ruby oh no 😭
FANTASTIC START TO THE NEW SERIES 🤩
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kyriefae · 2 months ago
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The Web Planet was an incredible story.
Long live The Light! 🔆 ...but not the evil one ofc; boo hiss!
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As more of an aside before I get started, I fear the spark of magic that opened the door to stories like this one being performed the way they were in their time is gone. Not only because of graphics or budget...but can you just imagine how much of an uproar it would cause if we said let's go back to doing stage performance science fiction! Like full blown, all on a set, all choreographed as if for a live studio audience?
How "cheap" people would say it looks?
I appreciate the overtly campy stories we still get in the modern era even more watching older ones like this.
Makes me think of that teetering line between the harm of nostalgia & the joy it carries.
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I digress from the 'what if' games to say what I came here to say about The Web Planet: it dives bravely into the world of absurdism and science fiction and I greatly appreciate the production team for choosing to make such an esoteric story! We don't get a history of Earth from the perspective of Britain or a future of Earth taken over by Daleks, instead we get a genuine attempt to play with the genre and be creative about what may exist out there in this wide and expansive universe.
I celebrate stories like this because they're inspired from a place of whimsy. No matter the quality of the costumes; astigmatism-like camera effect, or fumbled lines by the lead performer...were not in our own galaxy and we're encouraged to play along and go for a ride.
A full-on psychedelic ride.
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Additionally so, it's clear Ian, Barbara, and Vicki can barely count on The Doctor to protect them at this stage in his travels...adding verisimilitude to their life-threatening moments.
As for the Doctor, he's a madman who lost his box. So he lies on impulse to trick a voice in the sky who communicates with him through a drop down 'hair-dryer' {in Hartnell's words}. Further placing everyone he knows in danger.
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Love the dichotomy of this original iteration compared to our modern understanding of the character. The retcons that have followed regarding previous lives with less morally upstanding behavior and time lord society being malicious and manipulative, the First Doctor being so...careless of others is not so alien anymore.
The heart of it all, Hartnell chose to make this man alien in his demeanor and what The Web Planet highlights most are the lives of everyone else around the Doctor making exceptional choices in spite of the chaos. The Doctor simply receives all the credit in the end...that cheeky, maniacal bastard! 😅
Bonus silly points for Hartnell saying "explortation" instead of exploration as the captions would have you believe above.
Like, how many takes did they do before just saying whatever we need to get this episode out! 🤭
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Final take on this episode: Barbara. I just love her so much!
She is so knowledgeable. So patient. So witty. When she's talking to Vicki and Vicki calls aspirin medieval? Her response was so teacher-like. So professionally backhanded while being compassionate enough to still offer this smug child aid. Like yes, I look up to your example Babs.
She is also a lot of fun to watch while the gold bracelet she'd received from the creepy arsonist Nero in the previous story was being used to control her movements. She hammed that silly stage direction right up.
And she was the hero of this particular story. Get it girl! 🎉🥰 History teacher for the win!
Classic Who is such a journey, y'all. I'll avoid delving into the cringe I experience on a relatively frequent basis when Hartnell speaks to young ladies (shuddering at all the excessive shoulder and face touching).
Erhem--I mean...
Huzzah for Vrestin & Friends!! The Light prevailed!
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...all thanks to The Doctor. 🫠
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serialeclipse · 6 months ago
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happiest opening, i'm so excited to meet everyone! i'm pom ( 21+, s/h ) & this is jeong domi, the girl who wouldn't have made it if not for terra, but now she's really flying high as the two time iron fist champion... though it's come with some strange side effects! jumped in with no pages prepared yet but info / plots are under the cut, pls like to plot or ask for my d/scord & i’ll be there! 💗
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domi’s born with a ticking clock from the moment she arrives—the doctors tell her parents to brace themselves for the worst, because while her baby avatar can't feel pain, or illness, they warn that there's something wrong with her physical body
but the worst won't come, if they pay for extra care on outer world. and so they do, because what other choice could they have?
she’s on the cusp of it, but terra always comes through for her. at least, that's what they say. everything's worth it to her dad, who pays up willingly, but love isn’t enough in the face of all of this, and her mum leaves & never looks back, tired from the constant reminders of her daughter's imminent almost-death. domi has pictures, but doesn’t rlly remember her face
domi gets used to the thought of dying, but maybe it's less scary bc she can't feel any pain or any real concept of death? is she still here? what if she's just an npc and her physical body's gone kaput ages ago? all questions with no answers, so she whittles her time away with as much as she can
it's kinda relieving when she realises she can feel pain in iron fist. there's something there about grappling w mortality in a game where you can die, & maybe it's the wrong sense of mortality, except she keeps playing, & then she keeps winning, & suddenly she's signed onto orbit with her own fighter & her ranking's climbing up & she's actually winning one tournament, then two, and now it's been 8 years since?
not to mention that she didn't actually think of the consequences of being signed so domi never hid her face or did anything to protect her privacy lmao. she has a side gig as a broadcast staffer for a late night podcast even tho she has big gamer money just to fill up her time
but as of late, she's been noticing that something's up with her. specifically, she keeps phasing through things like she's actually shadow, when she's... pretty sure she's not. unless she is? it's more a minor inconvenience bc it doesn't happen often, but when it does, she can't touch anything around her & gravity starts acting up, so she goes floaty!
her chart: gemini sun ( go fast ) aries moon ( & go big ) virgo rising ( & you’ll get to the terra moon! ) she’s been living like she never knows when she might kick it so she sits and smells the roses, but doesn’t know where else to go. domi says she’s content but it’s a lie she tells herself. in her existential crisis era rn bc she keeps being told she'll die & then she doesn't & maybe she has died but is a cookie? and the glitches don't help either... the conspiracy theory board is real! big What Do I Do Now energy all the time bc she’s never had to think about the future & still doesn't, not really. doesn’t think ahead & will pay for it in the future ( that she still has, can you believe it! )
i think i have everything important here but this might get updated later!!
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iron fist / shadow fans who've followed her career! or are just bandwagoning for one of the most successful players currently?
people she works with due to her gaming career! fellow gamers, orbit developers, maybe even offshoots of marketing campaigns or stuff that comes with her famous person ranking
she also works for a late night podcaster, mostly due to wack sleeping schedules and being used to staying up in fear of her own mortality. your muse runs the late night radio sessions, & she works for them!
she doesn’t have a lot of forward thinking experience, she’s easily tricked—so your muse figures this out and makes good use of it
new residents at one of the gated districts who came here for the privacy and quiet… so why is your next door neighbour trying so hard to befriend you??
someone she found via gaming & treasures very much ( potentially one-sided )
a friend who's in a similar situation ( bad physical body, keeps getting fleeced by terra ), who understands her situation really well
someone who doesn’t get her situation, but she appreciates them all the more for it. they don’t treat her like she's fleeting, like everyone else does
someone who’s tired of mourning her before she goes. something complicated and ancient and maybe codependent, relationship fraying at the seams
someone who’s her guide to living! bring her out let her experience life. touch grass ( not literally )
she falls in love easily, but doesn’t bother taking it seriously bc the long-term was never viable for her... she owes u an apology
ofc the usual suspects: besties, childhood friends, enemies, fwbs, exes! i also love a brainstorm too we should do that 💗
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arch-loebster · 11 months ago
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Posting thoughts on the new special because I'm interested to see where RTD takes the show now that he's back as show runner. I thought the first two specials were super effective but I think the third one had a LOT of trouble living up to its own themes. I liked whole premise of the toymaker hypnotizing the world of 2023 through screens because everyone is playing their little internet games now but i dont think its actual effect made sense ? Everyone just thinks theyre always right? Like that may be a symptom of everyone being online in echo chambers and that could have been an element of the toymakers plot but its not the game of the internet. Thats in the algorithm and the discourse machine. It maybe would have been cliche but like i think just emphasizing the addiction to meaningless shit, hate obsessions, polarization, lack of media literacy or critical thinking, and more shit adjacent to the attention economy.
I think the ending was really where the themes didn't work though. The whole thing i think it was trying to do was like okay the doctor is gonna beat the toymaker by beating him at the oldest game. Contrasting the internet with a good old fashioned game or whatever but thats really not how the doctor as a character would approach that issue and it doesn't really effectively address how to fix the issues with the internet. The doctor should have beaten the toymaker with empathy and compassion and a little bit of outsmarting to really line up with the themes imo. Maybe for like canon reasons that would be hard to do because the celestial toymaker can really only lose if you beat him at the game but like, man FUCK the canon make your themes work first. The only way to beat the game of the internet is long form empathy, not more meaningless games.
Ok rant over.
Edit for the girls: Ok so there was another issue that i couldn't put my finger on and i figured it out. The punishment for losing the game just being kill the evil guy was really lazily written non-doctory behavior similar to Chibnall era stuff. I think I could've understood the doctor challenging and beating the toymaker in the oldest game as thematically coherent IF the punishment had instead been punishing the toymaker to a mortal life as a human. If that was the case then you could interpret the toymaker as this person so deep in the internet that hes totally irony poisoned and can only be freed from it by being beaten at a game, shown compassion by the person who beat him, and then forced reconcile with his own humanity and a truth outside of winning and losing. This makes a lot of sense for toymaker's characterization because truth and meaning are unimportant in his world AND THATS BASICALLY A PERFECT ALLEGORY FOR IRONY POISONING. And the only cure for that is allowing room for meaning in your worldview.
Ok rant actually over now.
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