#post exile

[compactdiscus]

c!Tommy post-exile recovery arc, first on the menu? big chop for the big man!

[vertigoartgore]

1989's Action Comics Vol.1 #644 cover by artist George Pérez (R.I.P.).

[bitofanexile]

"You're not as hard to read as you think."

The Doctor was sure he's never met this man, or maybe he had, but not yet. That kind of thing is to be expected when you're a time traveler. "Well, that's an odd way of introducing yourself. because, my dear fellow, I don't have the foggiest idea who you are."

[dreadpirateroe]

forever thinking about tommy coming to techno post exile and hiding in his floor boards

[writer-on-time]

Conjunction tag game

Thanks for the tag @starlitesymphony! (to my main blog, @dreameronthewind) Your Ark of the Timelost excerpts are intriguing as usual!

I've never run across this tag game before, actually. This will be for that pairbonds short (?) story I've been buried in, with Issa finally getting to process her emotions.

Here we go!

Rules: Open your current WIP. Starting at the end, find the first sentences containing the conjunctions: and | or | but | still | although / though | yet

And: She thought [Calix] might offer her a shoulder to lean against, and she winced privately away from it - she did not want the comfort of touch - but in the end he merely waited, watching her with what might have been sympathy, and waited for her to go on.

Or: The look on [Ithos'] face was mingled, but as she tried to make sense of the feelings that rocked her back on her heels - anger, fear, regret, pain, bitterness - she thought, or imagined, she could see some of the same emotions crossing his face like bird-shadows, fleeting and dark.

But: "I've put men back together who were near taken apart; I've saved the skin of those burned or flayed; I've closed wounds that would have killed them slowly over days if left to themselves. Flesh and blood and everything in between - these do not scare me, so long as I can do some good. But the little things, the human things, they... wear on me."

Still: "Balderdash," he told her, a smile crooking his mouth. "There's another. Still, you never sound too keen to be there, even when you're avoiding saying anything ill of it."

Though: She could see it in him, hear it in him, that if Ithos had love for anything, it was this garden, this tiny haven in the hills. It was hard to despise him for it, though - or perhaps because - she was aware that they had already begun to live in separate worlds, even as they walked side by side among the same sky-seeking flowers and tumbledown walls.

Yet (I have two segments for this and I can't pick, so have both): [H]e had grown his hair past his shoulders, a change from his former military precision, and one that softened his features. Yet still visible were the scars that crisscrossed his hands and arms, and the newest scar - the deep gash across his throat, the one she could not forget - was impossible to hide. It was the one part of him she felt she still knew, and to see him so much changed felt like erasure, like he had tried to run away and been caught in the act. It made her angry to see him watching her as a mouse might watch a cat, uneasily twisting the gloves in his hands, and wonder who he had tried to become.

Yet (part two): "Do you wish they had executed me when they had a chance?"

At first, she could only stare, aghast. Could she wish anyone dead? But the image sprang to her mind of Ithos, set high and pale on the stand as he might have stood upon the gallows, and she doubted herself. If it had not been for [redacted], she would not have wept had the tide turned against him. Yet looking at him now, with his shadowed face and his dirt-smudged hands, she found she could not say it. Yet she could not say she wished him well: the words stuck in her throat, choking her into silence.

[bitofanexile]

Open Starter

The Doctor was just taking the old girl for a test drive of sorts. Exile rescinded, he was just taking a short trip to test the waters. He didn't really having a place in mind, he just randomly put in coordinates. He just went to look around, see where he'd landed. Coming back to the TARDIS he saw someone seem to have an interest in his police box.

"Get away from the box. I abhor violence but if you don't get your hands of my TARDIS, I shall be force to give you thrashing."

He had just got her back in working order so he was very overprotective.

[weapon-up-wallflower]

If I remember correctly this conversation happens in the time that Drift’s been exiled, so every time Blurr’s like “we knew he was valiant. We knew he was honorable”, I just imagine a smash cut to Drift in some skeezy backplanet bar, drunk on engex and in the middle of a fist fight

[themusingsofmany]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

THIS FIC IS AMAZING. JUST THE CHARACTERS AND THE RELATIONSHIPS AND I HAVENT EVEN FULLY PROCESSED IT BUT THERE’S SOMETHING MAGICAL ABOUT THIS FIC. AND ALSO COTTAGECORE c!DREAM? Summary:
Tommy was exiled, and Dream continued his reign over the server.
Until he’s ambushed by the other SMP members, who are tired of his rule.
Left without any other choice, Dream runs. Leaving the SMP and everyone else behind.
OR basically everyone fights against Dream bc fuck the government, and Dream leaves, and starts living his new cottagecore life in the woods. He deals w/ like guilt and shit that comes from betraying and controling ur friends, but it gets happy! if i have enough motivation to get to that part.