[bloominflowers]

a centaurs appreciation post bc I love these characters and this team with all my heart 💗

[dragonsareaqueerthing]

Anyone else thinking about how Important names are to Eridian culture, considering how Rocky addressed himself and Adrian, and what that would mean once Grace got to Erid. (ignore statements of time i refuse to do the conversions)

Imagine, after decades of your world becoming colder and colder, you are saved. A single Eridian, the only one of twenty three to survive, arrives in an alien ship, accompanied by a creature you can barely conceive.

Everything about the alien is so loud, hinges formed from tissue thumping and stretching in constant movement, even while unconscious. Completely organic, reliant of oxygen and hydrogen. Instead of a protective carapace, it regrows its damaged tissues. It has senses you do not, and technology so unlike your own, both able to utilise a force you have never heard of. The same force that killed almost your entire mission team. Highly adaptable, able to teach itself how to fly its ship in under a week, able to become fluent in the engineer's dialect in less than four years.

And if Erid's best engineer is correct (and there's no reason it wouldn't be), this creature not only managed to breed a predator of the warmth-taker to survive in various atmospheres, including Threeworld's, but also turned around to provide aid when it discovered that the predator could escape xenonite.

And you think: Surely, this creature which protects itself without a carapace, which sleeps so lightly and knows so much and learns so quickly, which saved two planets at the cost of ever returning to its thrum, surely, a creature so extraordinary must have a name to match

And you think: Perhaps it is strength, Mountain-Base or Lonsdaleite-Carapace. Perhaps it is intellect, Diamond-Claw or Lockpick-Mind. Perhaps it is courage, Song-Through-Silence or Path-Carver

And you think: None of these names hold the true weight of what this creature is to them. How do you describe something like that, which aids without expectation of anything in return, which risks its own life for the sake of a species it cannot touch, which performs miracles simply because it was asked.

And then you learn: Your saviour's name is Kindness

[libertineangel]

Incredibly stupid facet of human biology that stress can weaken the immune system and exacerbate illness, like "oh things are going badly, let's make more things worse too"

[tired-biscuit]

thinking about being chosen as a sacrifice in order to appease the entity which supposedly watches over your clan’s fields, rivers and forests, but as you lay there on the stone, waiting to be devoured while squeezing your eyes shut, your naked body shivering because you’re so terrified and so cold, you instead feel a warm hand suddenly slip underneath yours.

another one touches the curve of your cheek. gently. then there’s a voice that sounds like it’s both in your ears and inside your head at the same time, telling you that it’s all right, that your heart can calm down now, that they’re not interested in eating it like your people have said they’d be, that you can go with them if you want or you can leave, you can do anything you want actually, you’re brave, you’re so brave…

but are you brave enough to open your eyes?

[corvids-corner]

I have a degree in environmental biology you can trust me 👍

[kosmogrl]

[thecryptkeeper]

the substance sisters

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[freakoutgirl]

how it feels to accept you're fucked forever

[homunculus-argument]

thoughts?

No thanks, I'm trying to quit.

[segamascott]

[leofwines-deactivated20250831]

there’s nothing wrong with me plus i don’t have any wants or needs plus i don’t feel or think at all

[lornasallydane]

Computer. Iris by the goo goo dolls. Loud enough to kill.

[tall]

[snoozer-crow]

🐺 valko + soft reader with intrusive thoughts

Valko is incredibly attentive when it comes to you. Almost too attentive. So when your expression falls out of nowhere on a seemingly normal, relaxed afternoon, of course he'd notice before you even realized you let it slip.

"What's the matter, baby?" he reaches up towards your face, thumbing over your frown, his brow furrowing with worry.

"It's stupid," you mumble, sniffling.

"It's not." he insists. "Tell me, please?"

"Okay, I just…" you hesitate, taking a shaky breath and looking away. "I get these bad thoughts I can't control pretty often, and I got the impulse to take your drink and dump it all out on the table. And it would soak and ruin the books, and you'd be so upset and confused and…" You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, your voice beginning to wobble. "I-I don't know, um, imagining your expression makes me really sad,"

Valko hums, guiding you into his lap with a large hand on your waist and another resting on your spine, coaxing you to cry into his shoulder. You hiccup, your hands shaking as you fist them in his shirt.

"You're such a sweetheart, you know that?" he murmurs, slowly rubbing a hand up and down your back. "So gentle and kind, just the thought of upsetting me is enough to make you cry."

You look up at him, your eyes still watery, and he gives you a soft smile, cupping your cheek. "I am incredibly lucky to have you. Thank you for trusting me with your heart." His confession draws even more tears from your eyes, and he kisses each one away, causing you to giggle quietly.

"They're just thoughts, sweets. Even if it's tough, it's best to let them pass on by. If life is like a river, they're just the sticks floating by your boat." He kisses the tip of your nose, then pulls back to meet your eyes again. "If they're bothering you, just let me know. You know I'm good at finding new ways to occupy that little brain of yours, yeah?"

When you nod, the pride in his expression is unmistakable. "Good. Hey, how about we try that new fish game that just came out? The one you told me you wanted to play." He looks just as eager as you do when you say yes.

[uncertainlys]

i hope everything works out in the end because i am so so scared

[occupy-gallifrey]

Neolithic Pig-Shaped Pot, c. 6.000 years old. Collection: Jiangsu Provincial Museum, Nanjing, Pottery and Porcelain Gallery