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[dwcmarshalarts]

Pretty sure I posted these before, but I felt like posting it again anyway :3

Art by DWC Marshal Arts, ft. Louis Percival

[dogwoodclangen]

didn't get any requests so i chose some of my favorite clangen cats to draw! they're listed below left to right

Dogwoodmoth from @loudclan-clangen (obligated w the name of my clan lmao)

Iceclaw from @cascadeclangen (also obligated bc my warriorsona is named iceclaw which is awesome)

Halfdapple from @lambclans-salvation (grouchy old lady my absolute weakness)

Lionpaw from @lionpawsdiary (she's such a cute lil gal and funny af)

Moorsnow from @splinterclan (tough mom she fascinates me)

Lynxkit from @salt-clangen (i just think she's neat)

i'll def do more of these in the future they were a very fun study in style and how other people draw cats and there's so many more i would love to draw!

[euniexenoblade]

it's incredibly funny to me that the weirdo who wrote the down with cis bus copypasta thinks transmisandry is a thing

[geronimomo-spd]

and there we go! the full Confidential Archive!

here are all the episodes, according to tardis wiki list, including all of the mini specials and chrismas specials and most if not all in good quality! the full list of everything is under the cut because yeah, its a longgg list!

all in order, including some youtube videos and dvd rips hehe, all according the the tardis wiki list

SERIES 1 -

1x00 - A New Dimension (a prolog to season one, narrated by David Tennant)

1x01 - (rose)

1x03 - (the unquiet dead)

1x04 - (aliens of london)

1x05 - (world war 3)

1x06 - (dalek)

1x07 - (the long game)

1x08 - (father's day)

1x09 - (the empty child)

1x10 - (the doctor dances)

1x11 - (boom town)

1x12 - (bad wolf)

1x13.1 - The Ultimate Guide (another little documentary right before

parting of the ways, about key aspects about filming the season)

1x13.2 - (parting of the ways)

1x14 - Backstage at Christmas (the nine minutes they gave us from some of behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion)

SEIRES 2 -

2x00 - One Year On (a general preview for season 2, including the series 2 press launch, a lot more behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion and some Torchwood stuff)

2x01 - (new earth)

2x02 - (tooth and claw)

2x03 - (school reunion)

2x04 - (the girl in the fireplace)

2x05 - (rise of the cyberman)

2x06 - (the age of steel)

2x07 - (the idiot's lantern)

2x08 - (the impossible planet)

2x09 - (the satan pit)

2x10 - (love & monsters) - (featuring the winning of the contest of designing a monster)

2x11 - (fear her)

2x12 - (army of ghosts)

2x13 - (doomsday)

2x14 - Music and Monsters (the behind the scenes of doctor who's first music show, including some behind the scenes stuff of The Runaway Bride)

SERIES 3 -

3x01 - (smith and jones)

3x02 - (the shakespear code)

3x03 - (gridlock)

3x04 - (daleks in manhattan)

3x05 - (evolution of the daleks)

3x06 - (the lazarus experiment)

3x05 - (42)

3x06 - (human nature)

3x07 - (the family of blood)

3x08 - (blink)

3x11 - (utopia)

3x12 - (the sound of drums)

3x13.1 - (last of the time lords)

3x13.2 - Children in Need Special (the behind the scenes of the special where 10 meets 5, really cute stuff)

3x14.1 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 1 - the full version in less of a good quality i found on youtube, bless this youtube channel honestly)

3x14.2 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 2 - the shorter version that was up on iplayer)

3x14.3 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 3 - the version i edited to include the low quality parts that were missing with the good quality shorter version)

SERIES 4 (INCLUDING THE SPECIALS) -

4x01 - (partners in crime)

4x02 - (the fiers of pompaii)

4x03 - (planet of the ood)

4x04 - (the sontaran stratagem)

4x05 - (the doctor's daughter)

4x06 - (the posion sky)

4x07 - (the unicorn and the wasp)

4x08 - (silence in the library)

4x09 - (forest of the dead)

4x10 - (midnight)

4x11 - (turn left)

4x12 - (the stolen earth)

4x13 - (journey's end)

4x14.1 - The Journey (So Far) (a documentary about the entire show so far)

4x14.2 - Confidential Christmas 2008 (behind the scenes of The Next Doctor christmas special)

4x14.3 - Doctor Who: Top 5 Christmas Moments (a sort of confidential behind the scenes clip show of all of the episodes set at christmas)

4x15.1 - At the Proms 2008 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2008)

4x15.2 - The Eleventh Doctor (the special they used to announce Matt Smith as the new doctor who)

4x15.3 - Desert Storm (behind the scenes of Planet Of The Dead)

4x16 - Is There Life on Mars? (behind the scenes of The Waters Of Mars)

4x17 - Lords and Masters (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part One)

4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 1 - full dvd version)

4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 2 - shortend higher quality version from iplayer, this version has a song in the soundtrack that is diffrent from the dvd version, this is the most accurate version to what aired on tv at the time)

SERIES 5-

5x01 - (the eleventh hour)

5x02 - (the beast below)

5x03 - (victory of the daleks)

5x04 - (the time of angels)

5x05 - (flesh and stone)

5x06 - (the vampires of venice)

5x07 - (amy's choice)

5x08 - (the hungry earth)

5x09 - (cold blood)

5x10.1 - (vincent and the doctor)

5x10.2 Monster Files: The Daleks (a little documentary about victory of the daleks/daleks in general)

5x11 - (the lodger)

5x12 - (the pandorica opens)

5x13 - (the big bang)

5x14.1 - Monster Files: The Weeping Angels (a little documentary about the weeping angels episodes this season)

5x14.2 - Monster Files: The Silurians (a little documentary about the silurian episodes)

5x14.3.1 - Monster Files: The Alliance (a little documentary about the alliance of monsters from the pandoica opens)

5x14.3.2 - Backstage at the Doctor Who Prom 2010 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2010)

5x14.4.1 - Charlie McDonnell - Runner (the first Charlle behind the scenes videos, pretty quiet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5.14.4.2 - Charlie McDonnell - TARDIS (another Charlie video, she explores the tardis set this time -Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.4.3 - Charlie McDonnell - Decorating Bus (another Charlie video, she decorates the food place with christmas decorations, i liked them Charlie - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.4.4 - Charlie McDonnell - Christmas Presents (badger) (the famus Charlie video where she brings the cast and crew presents! this is where Matt gets his badger puppet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.5 - Christmas Special 2010 (behind the scenes of A Christmas Carol)

SERIES 6 -

6x01.1 - (the impossible astronaut)

6x01.2 - My Sarah Jane: A Tribute to Elisabeth Sladen (a special memorial for the late Elisabth Sladen 😭😭)

6x02 - (day of the moon)

6x03 - (the curse of the black spot)

6x04 - (the doctor's wife)

6x05 - (the rebel flesh)

6x06 - (the almost people)

6x07.1 - Charlie McDonnell interviews Neil Gaiman (Charlie interviews Neil Gaiman, appewrently causing some ruckes on Charlie's blog at the time hehe - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

6x07.2 - (a good man goes to war)

6x07.3 - The Monster Files: The Silence (a little documentary on the silence, thank god because i needed that)

6x07.4 - The Monster Files: The Gangers (a little documentary on the gangers, my beloveds)

6x07.5 - Charlie McDonnell Becomes A Dalek (the last Charlie video, released late because it had the 1-4 tardis set, also she gets to ride a dalek in this one - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

6x08 - (lets kill hitler)

6x09 - (night terrors)

6x10 - (the girl who waited)

6x11 - (the god complex)

6x12 - (closing time)

6x13.1 - (the wedding of river song)

6x13.2 - The Monster Files: The Antibodies (a little documentary on the antibodies from lets kill hitler)

6x13.3 - The Monster Files: The Cybermats (a little documentary on the little adorable cybermates because awww)

6x14 - The Nights' Tale (a little documentary on on the nights mini episodes! the last confidential stuff ever made rip)

[deltakig]

KODAK VISON3 500T

[shouldaspunastory]

Thank you @broodsys! @dadrunkwriting

This might be wildly out OOC once we get more details or the game drops, but Emmrich Volkarian has bewitched me body and soul, and I love and have already drawn and begun collecting headcanons and lore for my Rook that is going to woo/be wooed and marry the gentleman necromancer. Hope you enjoy.

Emmrich Volkarin x Tobias Rook (SFW, Pre-relationship, pining. 1192 words) ------------------

The thing of it is, Emmrich is far more accustomed to dealing with the dead, isn’t he? Skeletons, in particular. Nevarra may be a warm enough clime, but the necromancer knows the cool, stale air of the Necropolis and his study filled with bones, old tomes, parchment, ink, and the scent of his favorite teas far better than that of the sun and bustling markets miles above. What he knows of the living- aside from that of a few colleagues- is primarily of their connections to and beliefs surrounding death and what rites should follow. Anything outside of that, well, it is largely theoretical. That’s never troubled him before. That it should do so now, so late in life, is… unexpected, to say the least.

And Tobias Rook is… warm, bright, and more alive than anyone Emmrich has even known. A series of utterly baffling and delightful contradictions Emmrich could spend the rest of his life puzzling over and never entirely figure out. Exactly the kind of challenge, the sort of puzzle, he adores. He adores them, a realization that had shaken him to his very core. They make Emmrich feel more alive than he has in years, and, somehow, both younger and older at the same time, makes their heart stop and race. It’s probably a lucky thing he’s already gone gray, or some of their more reckless antics would almost certainly inspire some new ones. They’ve come away from today’s battle on a little more bruised and worse for wear, but the mage is well aware how easily it might have been otherwise.

“Do you ever think about it,” Emmrich asks when he and Rook are finishing an evening cup of tea, the rest of their companions having already turned in for the night. Given his area of expertise, and the odds of what they’re up against it seems prudent to ask. Truthfully, it seems almost shamefully neglectful he’s not done so before now.

“What’s that?”

“Death. What comes after. What rites you would like others to perform for you,” the necromancer prompts, but Rook shakes their head.

“Not as often as you, I suspect,” Rook replies with a soft, amused chuckle, then, sobering a little, mulls the question over in order to give him a more serious response.

Rook does that a lot. They are playful- albeit sometimes a bit irreverent soul. But they never shame or discourage Emmrich when he spirals into an impromptu lecture about his latest studies or curiosities, even when they don’t entirely understand them, they ask him questions and do their best to provide him both with humor, and thoughtful responses in equal measure.

Emmrich is used to being the butt of a fair number of jokes over the years, not that he’s ever paid those much mind, but Rook is inexplicably far more interested in making him laugh than laughter at his expense. Where some of his colleagues and acquaintances over the years deemed him peculiar, even somehow vaguely off-putting for being so committed and interested in his grim work, Rook consistently seeks out his company, praises and seems to admire his passion, even if they don’t share it for the same things.

“I don’t want or need any pomp or circumstance, and I’d hate to think the last thing I ever did was inconvenience my friends. I don’t know for certain what comes after, but I don’t believe I’ll be needing my body for it. Whatever is easiest, does the least damage- to your purses- that’s what I want.”

Emmrich frowns thoughtfully. It’s not that he expects Rook to share his exact views on death, their answer is a pragmatic one, but hearing them speak with so little reverence for their body and its care after death- a body he’s come to… appreciate since first they met- is difficult for him to reconcile.

“I never-“ but Rook cuts themselves short, biting their tongue, and taking a sip of their tea to give them a moment’s pause. “I’ve never cared if anyone knew my name,” they continue finally, refining the thought as they set their cup of tea back on its saucer. “That was never why I joined up with the Shadow Dragons, and it’s not why I’m doing this now.” Emmrich nods as they continue.

“I don’t care if the world knows my name. I’ve never needed that. I just want to matter to someone… one person to remember me- even if that memory fades with the two of us. If it was the right one, that would be enough,” Rook concludes. This is a sentiment Emmrich can understand, and one he shares. He sighs softly, a little wistful. Were he a younger man…

“For what it’s worth, Little Bird, I know I’m not the right one, but I could live a thousand lives and never forget you. I don’t know how anyone could.” Rook draws in a shallow breath, pupils blown wide as they try to meet Emmrich’s eyes which are suddenly rigidly fixed upon the floor in front of them.

“Why not,” Rook asks softly. These words catch the necromancer by surprise if the way his head shoots up at their question is any indication.

‘What?”

“Why not you,” Rook repeats, their voice is soft, almost like speaking too loudly will shatter whatever this strange, beautiful, and fragile moment between them is. Perhaps it will. Emmrich’s throat feels dry, despite the tea, tighter than it had a moment before. Were it not for the way it hammers against his ribs, quite as if it wishes to escape the confines of its bone prison to reach them, Emmrich would swear his heart has stopped.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was you,” Rook admits, suddenly uncharacteristically shy. “I, um, I’d really like that, actually,” they confess softly.

Their cheeks are flush, Emmrich thinks, unable to do anything for a moment but to gape at them. Full of blood, of life, warmth, their eyes full of light, of nerves, yes, but also, hope, a tenderness he’s seen before now, but clearly not for all that it was. They bite their lip and Emmrich realizes he’s been silent, lost in his swirling thoughts, for too long. His gloved hand gently clasps one of their hands, his thumb finding Rook’s pulse and caressing the inside of their wrist. Their heartbeat more akin to a hummingbird than their namesake, but precious all the same. I’ve done that, Emmrich marvels, cool fingers of his bare hand reaching out to rescue their bottom lip, bangles on his arm tingling softly, joining the symphony of his quickly beating heart and shallow breaths.

“Are you sure,” Emmrich asks, words scarcely louder than a whisper, but needing to offer them one last out.

“Please,” Rook nods, and Emmrich doesn’t keep them waiting, fingers moving to card through their hair before coming to cradle the back of their head as his lips meet theirs in a kiss of infinite care and patience, as though the pair have all the time in the world, and he, can think of nothing better to do with that time than this. And just now, he can’t.

[real-artemis]

wide knowledge of the late madness fanart

[vahalia-cress]

⸸ Creature ⸸

Corruption/Fulfillment: Day 6 @daily-writing-challenge

Three days and three nights, it had taken for the travel to Mamook to begin nearing its end. As the glittering blues and hues of purples flitted through the air, Vahalia stood within the clearing of the brush and trees pulling a small wrapped piece from her pocket. Curiously Cordelia and Castien looked on while Wren simply looked ready to cut down just about anything that would embark upon them at such a crucial moment; large sword at the ready and a trained set of ears to the wind.

Vahalia chanted lowly and not a sound came from the three behind her as the ground pooled out remnants of inky blackness. Dark tendrils reached sky high before falling back to the earth with the crunch of dirt and leaves under its heavy weight. When the shadows reformed they had come to symbolize that of humanoid features from behind. What was once a cacophony of pitch had now come to resemble proper form and moving – very much sentient in its own right.

Vahalia seemed unbothered and the entity moved, turning towards the three where it soon began to advance in their direction.

“No.” Vahalia cooly spoke and she hadn’t even afforded those behind her a glance over her shoulder to know and feel that Creature had ceased in his trek, “Not them.” she warned once more and her hand swayed to the side and out with the blue jagged pieces nestled within, “This is your priority.” she chided.

A few seconds ticked by and Creature’s mouth opened only to release a cluster of chittering, teeth slick with saliva and the gnarled hunger he was staving off. The large milky, alabaster pools that were his eyes finally regarded his Master as he turned to her and the cloth.

He knew the scent, days prior he had seen it and had the chance to take in the aroma of the aether attached to the particles. He cared not for what it represented, who it belonged to, why it was broken, or the outcome of this chase. All he knew was that there was a hefty reward for him at the end of such a hunt.

Being neither beast nor man, the hunt and hunger went hand in hand and rarely ever waned. 

“𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢…” a wet sound emitted. A choir of voices that filled outward from his being repeated ‘more’ until it whispered into nothingness and Creature grabbed Vahalia’s arm, face snapping in quickly towards the splinters of the fractured trinket. It held the scent that lingered in one's throat, teasing at the glands that only procured more saliva and a dire need to feed. 

As Creature’s long fingers coiled around Vahalia’s arm and hand, her frame easily dwarfed by the corrupted being, she held a rather pleased smirk to watch him sniff and lap up the remaining aether that was residual to the nature of the stone though to the naked eye, was nothing one could truly see.

This had been the first time she had released Creature to those around her, allowing those in company to witness the truest form of the Shadows they might have often felt looming near and within proximity to Vahalia.

Like a starved beast, a loud hiss came as a din in the dead of the evening, and the empty clearing rung with the sound of glowing insects searching for warmth. Creature's head snapped from the scent as his hand eventually came up to point in the direction in which he had held faint traces of that akin to the pieces before him.

They had come to fulfill their work’s end and there was little else for anyone to run within the depths of Mamook.

“Come, our work has not finished yet,” Vahalia spoke once more and finally turned to look over her shoulder at the trio behind her. Surely there would be plenty of questions to be had and thankfully for them, there would be time enough to answer them all once business was concluded.

Facing the outline of Creature ahead, Vahalia stepped forward and began to follow after him, the sound of rustling behind her was enough to instill the belief that her companions were also in tow.

Mention(s): @promethea-silk - @song-of-wren - @castien-ffxiv

[castien-ffxiv]

Joie de Vivre

Mistake/Wild: Day 5 @daily-writing-challenge

It felt as if the past handful of weeks had been eons. She often wondered what Cyrus had been doing in their time apart. More often than not Castien had spent her time on ships when she wasn’t sailing the seas beneath sails and wading surfs she had taken up odd jobs at the Smoking Crow in Black Water Bay or upholding commissions that took full advantage of her skill set.

Crimson eyes traveled across the darkness to her companions whom she had been traveling the past few days with. The Lady Gray hadn’t been someone she was too accustomed to knowing but had been learning little by little during the journey they had been embarking upon within the wilds of Yak T’el malms from Tuliyoyall and the comforts of the seas that she had found peace within.

Wren she knew even less of aside from the fact she had been Ward to the Lady Gray and from what Castien could tell, the two were close but they kept the relationship professional – close friends more than the norm for what an employer and employee would be.

Then there was the Lady Cress, Vahalia. Still, quite the mystery as the woman often kept her private life under lock and key.

Smirking, Castien continued to carve at the curve of the piece in her hand, having worked at it for some hours now, “The lads back home must be quite jealous of our outing.” she mused with some mild jubilant snark while whittling away.

“Nary such for myself,” Wren replied and Cordelia simply remained quiet. The book within the Lady Gray's hand must have kept her attention far better than the conversation, or perhaps, it was simply a pleasant excuse.

“And you?” Castien gazed to Vahalia.

The Lady Cress only afforded Castien the slightest of smirks and a shake of her head, “I’m certain details will have to be shared though to their dismay it might not be as interesting as they play it up to be in their mind.”

“So there is someone within the darkened halls of yours?” Castien asked blowing the slivers of curled wood from the piece, listing forward she handed it off towards Vahalia.

Taking the wooden carving, Vahalia turned it over in her hand as the piece itself seemed to be very much a small gift for her. The slope and shape of the item depicted that of a tulip-shaped bell sans any true detailing but it was quality in and of itself. There was no mistaking that this had been carved with Vahalia in mind, “Yes. Though it matters little.” she finally responded to Castien, remembering something she had been privy to several months prior, “You and Cyrus though, I recall Cyrus asking me for wood of great calibur for you when you both had seized the most recent ship some moons ago.”

A small nod came and Castien pulled another piece from her bag, half-finished but it was easily starting to resemble that of a moth’s wing, “If that is your subtle way of asking if he and I are together, then yes.” the knife continued to work away at the soft wood and a few blows expelled from Castien again to rid the work of debris, “Quite the odd way we happened to meet though it makes for an interesting story. Caught him out hard on his luck and while he was in need for work I directed him to Ishgard. That is where he came upon Eivor, Carrera and eventually you.” she bobbed her head towards Vahalia, “Bit of a wild thing that man if you haven’t noticed.”

“I have but the said could be said of you, Bancroft.” Vahalia swiftly replied, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the tell-tale signs.”

Castien paused and her red eyes pinned across to Vahalia before cutting to Cordeila and Wren nearby. Cordi was still enveloped in her book though Wren looked rather intrigued.

“Worry not.” Vahalia laughed, “To make you an enemy would mean to make one of myself. It seems we all are familiar with the same dark halls. Make no mistake, you’re well within your proper circle here.”

For a brief moment, Castien caught a looming sensation that lingered in the darkness behind Vahalia, the space before her between Wren and Cordelia illuminated well by the fire's light but still, she had felt less of a threat enclosing the space and more at peace with the notion of being somewhere she belonged; darkness included.

Outside of Cyrus – these were her people.

Mention(s): @cyrus-black - @promethea-silk - @vahalia-cress - @song-of-wren

[spirit-speaking]

⭒ In the Waning ⭒

Fatality/Journey: DAY 3 @daily-writing-challenge

‘You'll never learn if you don't try and attempt it. It takes practice, my little sparrow. Do not be afraid of failure, the only thing to fear is the regret of not trying.’ Odessa’s words still lingered in Valeria’s head as she sat at Vahalia’s desk working through the folders and ledgers that had been left in her care.

Over several months Valeria had learned plenty from her sister, ever since returning from the Gray homestead in Coerthas she had taken more of an apprentice role, learning how to read the ledgers and categorize the paperwork, fencing three times a week and balancing books right down to finances and documenting everything for her sister’s return – whenever that might have been.

A small sigh left her and her mismatched eyes glanced around the large office space. How lonely it was beginning to feel with just her, Annette, and Wyland within the estate in Ishgard. The more quiet it was, the more it left her mind to wander. Since her near-fatal accident over a year ago, Valeria had been through waves of varying heights. Recollecting lost memories, bridging relationships all over again and trying to keep what relationships she did foster, thriving.

It was all for naught. Some could argue that the journey was fulfilling for her, as it allowed her to find herself and learn of the things she missed out on during her separation from Vahalia nearly five years ago.

Still, part of her lingered on what her life might have been like had she not returned….

What if she still stayed in Coerthas to wait for Damien? Would she have been in a better position?

Her idle hand reached for the long chain that hung from her neck, the hidden ring that hung secretly at her bosom just under the blouse of her attire. 

What was she waiting for -- some sort of grandiose return?

Ricard abandoned her which in time brought her to witness him moving on with none other than Damien’s sister-in-law. No, her half-sister.

Her clutch on the cold ring tightened and she lowered her head, eyes closed as she tried to remember Damien’s face, his smell, the way his closeness often made her feel safe…

Why did she only come to know loss?

She hadn’t been prepared for it and not knowing what to do with the harbored pain and resentment that nestled into her core. Valeria kept it all in, rising each day to tend to the tasks of the household, tasks she knew she would have to some day learn so that she would be all the wiser when leading her own household someday and each time she ilmed closer to that role she found herself being left empty handed.

“I wonder how she does it…” she whispered to herself, her eyes looking over the collective of work along the desk. So many times she had wanted to have her sister’s strength and to rebuild herself from the ashes of the past; to feel somehow empowered with the stones thrown at her.

Amazingly Vahalia seemed to take each and rebuild a fortress around her. Untouchable, powerful, people were naturally drawn to her despite her rather mysterious and dark nature.

Once more the lines ‘You'll never learn if you don't try and attempt it. Do not be afraid of failure, the only thing to fear is the regret of not trying.’ came back to her and she looked to the necklace in her grasp. She wanted to do better and be better, like Vahalia. She wanted even just a small sliver of Vahalia’s capability.

It was no good to dwell on the past. She would have to forge her own way, find her own path and stick to it.

New experiences, new rules or the lack thereof, new boundaries and new standards. 

She needed to have expectations.

Valeria’s fingers curled firmly around the chain and she plucked it forcefully from her neck, with determination set in her eyes she held her hand over the wastebin beside her and dropped the piece within.

There was no going back. A sparrow with wings clipped by the flames, she would have to either give up and burn or become impervious to the fire and walk it.

[cringefaecompilation]

happy pride

[dwcmarshalarts]

A couple of YCHs done over the course of the week!

Ft. Kasaii, Sticks, Damek, and Sydney.

[osric-giroux-ffxiv]

DWC - Day 2 - Violence

“No one will ever know the violence it took to become this gentle.”

His earliest memories were of violence. He’d never not known it. 

There were moments - even in the months before the twins were born, before the end of his marriage - when he felt the roiling violence surging within his chest and he worried about whether he would ever be able to contain it. 

It was in such contrast in what he tried to be, it what he wanted to be - strived to be. 

Osric turned, glancing towards where the twins were sleeping soundly before settling his head back against the back of his chair as he closed his eyes, listening to the waves just outside.

He could not shield them from all the violence present throughout the world. He could not shield them from the world itself. He would not want to - they needed to experience things for themselves, struggle for themselves - when the time came, and he knew this. 

But they also didn’t have to take the same path he did - he’d see them walk their own, whatever that happened to be.

@daily-writing-challenge

[dadrunkwriting]

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[geronimomo-spd]

finally made my archive of doctor who Confidential able to be shared! here you got the full episodes, the youtube videos, and such! all is here according to the Tardis wiki episode list! (even some of the episodes are in hd, the ones i managed to find in full!

[deltakig]

セルバン白雲館 Tkayama-mura, Nagano