#browniefox

[wolfythewitch]

Hey weird question but I’m fucking a bracket and one of the characters is Jesus is it okay if I use a pic of yours for it?

You're fucking a what and you want to what

[artful-browniebites]

Anyway uh 🐛

[damejudyhench]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63704722

For some reason ao3 is being an ass and won’t let me leave a comment, but if you see this and you wrote this fic then please know that I love it and you.

[alltheoutsinfreeeee]

I know very little about Dr who, who is Idris?

Okay, let me set the stage:

Ancient being who is eternally kind but also infinitely lonely due to being the only one left of their own kind, journeys through time with a spaceship that's also a time machine and (mostly) human companions.

The spaceship is called a TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, and has been established as sentient. Multiple TARDISes exist across the franchise, but the Doctor's TARDIS specifically looks like a blue police telephone box and is bigger on the inside. It's also a fact that, while sentient, the TARDIS has no way of communicating with words, she doesn't have an interface or anything.

The Doctor's companions inevitably leave for various reasons, be it death or stuck in other dimensions or just plain choosing to no longer travel with the Doctor. But the TARDIS was, is and will always be a constant.

Now, The Doctor's Wife features an enemy who feeds on TARDISes by ripping out the matrix/consciousness, stick it into a flesh body to burn out, and then consume the remaining energy with no intrusion.

When this happened to the Doctor's TARDIS, she was stuck into a woman called Idris. Barely anything is known about Idris before she became the TARDIS' vessel, so I use the name mainly for the TARDIS consciousness and TARDIS for the ship.

So the TARDIS shuts down because its matrix is gone and Idris is stuck in a too small body and the ability to form words. Tenses and linear time confuse greatly, to the point where even when alone she keeps speaking lines from conversations she will have later. There's also the issue of social norms.

Idris: You're my thief! Look at you! Goodbye-- no, not goodbye, what's the other one?

Doctor: Why am I a thief, what have I stolen?

Idris: Me, you're going to steal me, you have stolen me, you are stealing me-- Oh, tenses are difficult, aren't they?

Uncle: Just keep back from this one, she bites!

Idris: Do I? Excellent! (bites the Doctor)

Doctor: Ow! Owww!

Idris: Oh, biting's excellent! It's like kissing, only there's a winner!

Idris: It means the smell of dust after rain.

Rory: What does?

Idris: Petrichor.

Rory: But I didn't ask.

Idris: Not yet. But you will.

Things happen and it takes a while until the Doctor realizes that Idris is the TARDIS. And I've been trying for hours now to find the words but I genuinely think that I can only properly explain their dynamic by just showing it.

Suranne Jones did such a good job playing Idris. The whole episode is a delight, and then the ending hits. I have rewatched this episode at least 100 times now and I keep crying at that final scene. Like [gestures vaguely]. A madman and his box. They both stole each other and are each others' most faithful companions.

Amy: Look at you pair. It's always you and her, isn't it, long after the rest of us have gone.

Doctor: You say that as if it's a bad thing.

I basically just spoiled the whole episode but I genuinely cannot talk about why I love Idris without doing so. Taking what basically amounts to a plot device machine for the last 50 years and make her into her own character for one episode is genius.

TLDR: IDRIS = TARDIS CONSCIOUSNESS AND VERY GOOD CHARACTER, LOVE LOTS

[gaiasightseeingtour]

Sightseeing - Junon Area

It's the middle of the second day since they made it through the mines. The bare mountains and dry ground glowed red in the sunlight, and the beast man couldn't help but be reminded of his home. The Junon area couldn't hold a candle to Cosmo Canyon, but the similarities still drowned him everytime his thoughts drifted.

A whisper in the grass and Red remembered running through the canyon with his mother. Wind blowing through the mountains and he could swear he could hear his grandfather's laugh. Workers gossiping around roadworks and the beast man expected Cosmo's marketplace around the corner.

Stars, he missed his home.

A sharp curse next to him brought him back to the present and he turned his attention towards Cait, who had stopped walking. The robot cat looked genuinely angry, ears flat against his skull, eyebrows drawn in a glare and a hiss on his tongue.

Red's ears flicked and for a second he didn't know what to do. He had seen Cait jovial, frustrated, even sad when they came across a stray kitten in Kalm. He didn't know how to deal with an angry Cait Sith. "...What's wrong?" Red asked carefully, giving his friend companion his full attention.

"They're belittlin' 'im again!" Cait spat and started pacing. "Laughin' at 'im for caring! Shootin' 'im down at ev'ry turn! Even Palmer's--!" Suddenly the cat stumbled a step backward with a shocked expression, before it dissolved into actual growling. "An' now 'e shut me out!"

Palmer. Another executive mentioned by name. Red is starting to wonder just what position Reeve holds in the Shinra hierarchy. But he tucks that thought away for now, Cait Sith takes priority right now. The cat looks about ready to actually start throwing rocks.

"Does that happen often?" the beast man asks carefully. "The belittling?"

"Urban Development is the laughin' stock of th' entire company," Cait explains darkly. He is still pacing. "Why care for th' city when there's still land in Wutai? Why invest in security for the reactors when there's robots tae be built, materia tae be researched?! Why fix roads or build houses when they could always use more troopers instead!"

Red regrets asking, frowning as Cait talked himself into a frenzy. He sat down and watched as the cat kept clenching and unclenching his hands, nostrils flaring with each heavy breath Red knew Cait didn't actually need. Neither of them spoke for a while.

Finally Cait Sith sighed, his ears drooping and, mirroring Red, sat down heavily on the ground. The anger left him as fast as it had come. "...The wors' part is tha' 'e won't even let 'imself get mad," he muttered, his tail anxiously gripped in both of his hands and hunched over just a bit. "'e knows there would be consequences if he ever dared tae talk back. At best they would replace 'im wi' someone who cares jus' as little as they dae, at worst they would go after everyone under 'im instead.

"So 'e doesn't."

Red stared at the sad cat for a bit, his ears flicking and his tail lightly thumping against the ground in contemplation. Then he stood up again, walked over to Cait and curled up around him without comment. Cait glanced over at him in light surprise. "...do you miss him?" Red asked quietly.

Cait looked down at his hands, still gripping his tail. "...dae ye miss Cosmo Canyon?"

A bearded smile, a hand in his fur. "Nanaki—"

Red flinched and turned away. Silence for a minute.

"...o' course I miss 'im," Cait finally muttered in response. "Ev'ry day. I wish I was there tae cheer 'im up. I wish I was there tae bite their ankles for not listenin' to 'im. But..." The robot cat finally let go of his tail and leaned back, nestling into Red with a little smile, ears perked up again. "I wouldn't give 'is freedom up so easily either. Travelin' the world wi' a friend, not havin' tae be careful not tae be spotted by anyone, actually seein' th' stars ev'ry night!"

Red smiled at his compa-- his friend's returning enthusiasm and shifted his tail so it laid lightly over one of Cait's boots in response.

"An' ye never kno'," said friend continued with a pointed hand, "when we're finally in Upper Junon maybe I can pull some strings, get ye some honest to Odin stew after Reeve's sad attempt!"

"For someone who clearly doesn't cook all that often it wasn't that bad," Red defended with an amused huff, and they stayed on the ground for at least another hour, chatting over nothing but forgetting their problems for a while.

He still deeply missed his home, but Red figured that this was okay in the meantime.

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"Heehee..."

"...?"

"'e apologized for cuttin' me off without warnin'."

"Hm. It's a start."

[hychlorions]

What’s your deep opinions about the bracelet

it is NOT an opinion!!!!!!!! the fact that the bracelet itself never tightens when someone is telling a lie is explicitly canon and DD/SoJ has fucked it up like it's fucked up a lot of things. they've turned the gramaryes' ability to just them having an heirloom truth detector when anything vaguely about a "vibrating" bracelet or one that tightens so much it feels like it's cutting off the wearer's wrist is easily disproved by the MASON system sequence in turnabout successionheihhkjhkjnjkcnskdjsd;'';l';.''[];''.;'/''

[shawze]

Your art is so cute but this is the first thing it made me think of

this joke is really banking on you having watched ouran high school host club oh well

HELPPPP

[madd-nix]

This was a commission by @browniefox of my Smeargle gijinka oc, Scout! She did an amazing job drawing them and I think they look adorable! Thank you again for this! 💜