#dwc

[euniexenoblade]

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

#top-lil #dwc

[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)

#doctor who #doctor who confidential #dw #dwc #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #ninth doctor #9th doctor #10th doctor #11th doctor #david tennant #matt smith #christopher eccleston #momo confidential watch #dw cast #rose tyler

[noonmutter]

Rerun

DWC Feb 2024 Day 1: Casualty/Flirt

A year ago, if anyone had asked Terry Lias-Ambroce if he'd ever set foot on a battlefield again, he'd have burst out laughing, and then thrown them out of his house. If they'd asked him to do it willingly, he'd have given them a five-second head start before he turned the rooftop turrets back on. In both instances, he'd also have considered throwing them into the moose pen after spritzing them with doe-in-heat urine.*

He was not expecting anyone to do it at all, let alone the Grand Army of The Alliance. After everything, they had taken the wisest course of action and left him and his family the fuck alone. Outside of the monthly pension payments, they didn't even exist to him anymore. The only military groups he spoke with for the last handful of years, he did so through Dolraan, and that was only ever to discuss the progress on the war-moose breeding program.

Until it was time to move on Gilneas.

That was, possibly, the only thing that could've gotten Terry to put down his rifle after he'd spotted blue and gold on his doorstep. He was fully prepared to go to prison rather than start the shitshow all over again for a third time, but thankfully, he didn't have to. The messenger was smart, and had held up the scroll bearing the Gilnean seal so it was the first thing he saw, and he'd been willing to give him at least a few seconds to explain.

It took almost an hour to convince him that it wasn't another ploy to trap him in service for the rest of his life this time. Or to separate him from his family so somebody could shank him somewhere remote. Or anything else. There were a lot of possibilities. Even with Diggs and Smits firmly behind bars--for all intents and purposes, the two of them also didn't exist, but it wasn't just to Terry in their case--he knew he'd still had plenty of enemies. Just because you won didn't mean the losers went away.

It was a voluntary reactivation, to be ended whenever he chose, and with the freedoms afforded every other standard soldier of his rank. He was a sergeant now, not a conscript, and he had standing he still didn't know what to do with some days. Running the dregs of the Scarlet Crusade out of his birthplace? Taking back the country he'd spent over a decade telling people wasn't dead?

That, he could gladly do.

The campaign was fairly short, and fairly brutal, but Terry expected that. He was far from the only one in the company who had zero patience or tolerance left for those who would keep him from his home, and he was giving the orders to a lot of them. That part was surreal, but it seemed to work out well enough. There were casualties under his command, but no fatalities. In more than one instance, he saw to it personally that no one died under his watch. A couple guys were going to come home a few pounds lighter, but at least they were coming home.

He was coming home.

After the fighting had largely died down and all that remained were various skirmishes and prods at the borders from other interested enemies--other kingdoms, mostly, but he did encounter more than one cluster of enterprising Forsaken that deeply regretted making that choice once he found them--Terry was given pause.

When he thought of the word 'home,' for the longest time, he thought of a farmhouse overlooking the rocky headland cliffs; the fenceline of the ranch around it; dodging cow shit every time he went out for a walk. Now, when he thought of the word 'home'...there was a second image. The house that had started as a cabin and he'd personally expanded well beyond the confines of the term, surrounded by the gloomy, spindly trees of Duskwood; his veritable herd of children and his smirking wife standing in the middle of the chaos, eyes on him; the orchard and distillery that they'd set up largely as an excuse to give Darnassian refugees a place to stay.

He was coming home. But home had gotten a touch complicated, of a sudden.

And then there was the small matter of a letter bearing the seal of the newly-crowned Queen Greymane.

God dammit. I haven't even done anything yet.

( @daily-writing-challenge @shedwyn @sirdolraan )

*yes I know a female moose is a cow not a doe but it seemed easier to follow if I used 'doe' in this instance

#my writing #dwc #and so arrives terry #waxing crescent

[wonwooridul]

I feel like you'll appear, so I wait aimlessly I need to go find you, go find you

#seventeen #svtsource #kpopccc #svtgifs #svtcreations #ultkpop #lee.gif.gfx #kpop #*gifs #hoshi #hoshi gifs #kwon soonyoung #hoshi stage #dwc #svt #hourlyhoshi #malegroupsnet

[alvae-art]

Zari, with more horror theming this time.

I've fully ported him over into a new universe, and he is now completely divorced from warcraft while continuing to exist, and I am so much happier this way.

#my artwork #elf #dwc #horror #blood #dark #dark aesthetic #dark art #horror art #gothic #Zari #zaridrus #zaridrus felheart #zari felheart #Zari Fellheart #Fallen #Demonic

[eclesia-morningstar]

FEBRUARY DWC 2024 DAY 1 - CASUALTY

Eclesia stares down at her hands for several minutes before she finally looks up across the fire at the man who is trying his best to help her. Not only to learn to shoot a gun since she could no longer use her bow. But also give her another point of view on things. Alarisan had suggested that she get her hands fully healed and have the scars removed.

And why didn't she? What was stopping her? Guilt? Grimsark wouldn't want that for her. He wouldn't want her to beat herself up for something she had no control over.

Yet she had. She had been beating herself up for some time. She had pushed everyone away who tried to help her. Her thoughts go to her children and how much she misses them. After their father had passed away, she had also pushed them away, not wanting to burden them with her pain. Not realizing they needed her and looking back, she regretted her decisions. She was finally beginning to see her mistakes. She takes a deep breath and lets it out through her nose in a slight huffing sound.

She picks up a stick and pokes it at the slowly dying fire before adding another piece. The fire slowly spread until the entire piece is up in flames. They didn't need it for heat as the area was already quite warm. It was for cooking. The rabbits that Eclesia had caught were hanging over the flames. She picked up the end and rotated the meat. The fire crackled and hissed as fat fell from the rabbits into the flames below.

She stares at the flame for a moment, and then her eyes go to the man again. Alarisan seemed absorbed in what he was doing, but as if he could sense her eyes on him, he looked up at her and smiled.

She quickly lowers her eyes and then laughs at herself. She wasn't some young schoolgirl. Both of them were well into their adult years. Both had seen a lot: war, death, and the loss of those they cared about. They had watched others suffer losses. Both had spoken briefly about it, but it wasn't a topic either of them wanted to dwell on.

Again, she looked down at her hand—another casualty, she thought. Perhaps Alarisan was right. She should have them healed, stop using them as an excuse to dwell in the past, and finally move into the future.

@daily-writing-challenge

#februarydwc2024 #februaryday12024 #DWC #hunter's mark #eclesia-morningstar.tumblr.com

[dadrunkwriting]

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#dwc #headcount

[tristayranambrosio]

Inspiration - Unresolved DWC (Day 3) My world is hues of violet black and blue. Like inky tendrils they consume my every fading light as it is born and as I stretch the confines of my captors reach I find him drawing me deeper still. 

Some would think my situation helpless, hopeless, and impossible but I live as a spoiled devotee to my Dark God's divinity.  He is asleep beside me, and I realize only now that he clutches me in his sleep, insisting even unconscious that I never leave our mingling connection unresolved or unrequited like so many had left him in the past. I resolve in silent piety and devotions to him that I will never leave, that now that I know there is something more than the pain and cruelty in this world, there is simply no other way for me but to worship this God of dark and midnight whispers.

The hollow ache in my heart is numbed. The hurt… fresh stung and torn open fissures that once threatened to dismantle me gut me and pulped my very confidence into broken strings and ash on my tongue, the coating of my throat that strangled me, and ripped the Muse that lived within… all kintsukuroied by the fabric of night. His night. My broken pieces filled with all that he was, we are when there was no space between us. When Gravity at last dictates that we collide and I no longer feel the absence, the missing parts.

I can’t explain it… I marvel at the living breathing inspiration that shares my bed and only hours ago my breath, and heart… I am exhausted… my limbs are lead but my mind spins with the lyrics, the music, they collide like comets and burst into notes on staff. My fingers itch for quill and ink, for the strings, for the feel of her fractured Kintsugi neck on my palm so that the song doesn’t leave me, so the words don’t slip from my mind-

He stirs… his fingers tangle further in my hair and he coils around me tighter dreaming, I pray, of the life we’ve found within each other’s arms. He holds me still sleeping as if he would erase the space between us and graft his skin to mine or simply sink into my chest and breathe through my lungs, and I realize my Inspiration will not leave me not any sooner than the night would it’s stars or the darkness its light.

I sing the song he’s woken in me like a Lullaby and his body stills, he settles and breathes shallow and at peace. At rest…

The pen can wait until he wakes…     

( @daily-writing-challenge )

#moon guard #roleplay #world of warcraft #wow oc #warcraft rp #bard #leo #inspiration #short story #music #insperation #my muse #dwc2023 #dwc #daily writing challenge

[ksd3us]

Kristen Stewart at DWC’s Every Woman Gala

via kimquitzon on TW

#Kristen Stewart #DWC #Every Woman Gala

[xflertx]

The spirit remains.

Bummed that I missed this years FYA fest.

#graffiti #flert #3ek #dwc #aub #fya fest #25 ta life #me #mine

[lorellaishc]

Fireside

((Daily writing challenge august 2023 day 6, Truth/Permanent, @daily-writing-challenge, CW: None))

"Truth.... or dare?" Rinny Screwtorque asked, pushing her glasses up, letting the firelight glint off of them.

"Och, yeh know it's dare! Dare all night long!" Lorellai replied, ready for anything.

"I dare you.... to kiss Taatoo on the mandibles!" Rinny declared, before collapsing into a fit of giggles.

"Ha, is that all?" Lorellai replied, standing up and striking a pose. "I'm nae scared of any big bug, especially not that big softie!" With her head held high, Lorellai strode over to the spot near the fire where the critters were relaxing, and locked her eyes on Shillan's ravager companion. As it often did at rest, it was sitting perfectly still, just taking in everything around it. Lorellai knelt down, ignoring the dramatic gasps from her friends, grasped the ravager's head, and planted a big wet kiss on the face of the bug.

Taatoo was largely unmoved by this gesture, aside from a slight fluttering of his tiny wings that either betrayed a secret passion, or more likely, irritation.

Triumphantly, Lorellai returned to the fire, soaking in the whoops and hollars of the other girls. The summer camping trip of the Elwynn Young Ladies chapter of the Explorer's League had been wonderful so far, but this was the night she'd been waiting for. The ritual game of Truth or Dare, where she'd strategically positioned herself to make sure that she'd be the one on the attack. As she sat, she thought back to the year before, where Shansii had been the one to ask -her-, and she'd ended up having to swim across the cold lake in the middle of the night. This year, she'd have her revenge.

"Dare done! Now it's my turn! Shansii!" Lorellai grinned at her best friend, who looked back at her innocently. "Truth, or Dare"

Shansii smiled back, that winning smile that was starting to set Lorellai on edge. What was she planning?

"Truth." Shansii replied. Lorellai was devastated. She'd spent weeks coming up with the perfect dare, and Shansii had just ruined everything! But of course she knew, she always knew! Curse her for being such a good friend that she could read Lorellai like a book!

"Uh, Lorellai, she said truth, ask her a question." Rinny said, making a let's go motion. "We don't have all night."

Lorellai narrowed her eyes at her sweetly smiling friend, and asked the best question she could think of at the time. "Which of your parents is your favorite?" she asked, regaining her confidence. Surely this question would set her on the back hoof, and make her relent to the dare! Oh yes, the dare! She'd never admit to favoring one of her moms over the other!

"My dad Shillan. I love them all but he's the best dad in the world."

Lorellai's world shattered along with her plan. She'd underestimated her friend, and now it was all ruined. She barely registered Shansii winking as she turned to ask Greta and continue the game.

Lorellai had really wanted to see Shansii try to steal Balinore's chewball.

#drogar writes #dwc #lorellai #shansii #truth or dare #the kind of rivalry that can only exist between best friends

[euniexenoblade]

Happy down with cis day!

can you believe it's been 9 years now, wtf

#Dwc

[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!

#doctor who #dw #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #ninth doctor #9th doctor #11th doctor #10th doctor #rose tyler #doctor who confidential #momo confidential watch #dwc #dw cast

[noonmutter]

Development

DWC Feb 2024 Day 2: Suppress/Pastel

Stromgarde Keep--Terry mused that they probably ought to start calling it Stromgarde Castle, these days calling it a keep felt a bit like calling a dreadnaught a boat--was still new enough that parts of it almost shined under the afternoon sun. He'd spent just long enough in the gloomy, rainy climate of his homeland that he wasn't used to that anymore, and it took him a minute or two to figure out why. He had nothing against the place, its people, or anything else; the brightness and the odd newness of all the construction just set him on edge. As he strode along the walkways toward one of the buildings just off the keep itself, he reflected that he was probably going to feel that way about most of Gilneas in the coming years.

His boots clicked audibly on the cobbles of the pathway, and that added to the unease. Terry Ambroce was farm folk, a street slag, a degenerate; his boots should've been awful, worn, silent things that looked moments away from a trip to the rubbish bin but did their job beautifully. Instead, the fuckers announced his arrival before the secretary had a chance to stand up. The nondescript building had been converted, or possibly just actually become used for its intended purpose as a clerking office, and people dressed in their finest inexplicably-drab-even-under-direct-sunlight Gilnean suits bustled back and forth between one anothers' desks. Stacks of papers in all sorts of quality and condition were everywhere, but Terry noted there were no single sheets drifting across the floor, and no ink spatters on anything.

It was chaos, but it was organized chaos. Sort of, anyway.

"Sergeant Ambroce to see you, Mister Rumpole."

Terry suppressed a snort at the name. It was aggressively Gilnean, teetering on the edge of being too silly to say aloud. Or hear, in his case, but he was not immune to being a childish idiot. He was saved by the sounds of shuffling paper growing suddenly much louder as a fellow who carried himself like a much larger, heavier man rose from his desk to approach.

Much like everything else about his day so far, Terry was not accustomed to being greeted by an outstretched hand rather than a fist holding a weapon. It took him just a second or so longer than the average person might have to react the appropriate way, and he still fumbled a little bit when he grasped the man's wrist instead of his hand. It was a painfully soldier thing for him to do, but Terry had, despite himself, become a soldier at some point.

Mr. Rumpole rallied easily enough and responded in kind, then huffed a short, but nonetheless genuine, laugh. "Of course, I should've thought about that. I promise, you'll find no knives on me, mate, but if you notice a fountain pen anywhere, do let me know. I've been trying to find my favorite and I'm all but certain Jenkins stole it. Egg'd be on my face if he didn't, but at least I'd have it back, eh?"

Terry chose not to tell him he'd spotted six different possible missing inkpens sticking out of all the bits and bobs on the desk he'd left behind, and simply nodded. "'Ave y' considered filin' cabinets, by any chance? Fer th' mess?"

"Oh, surely!" Rumpole turned and led Terry back to his desk, lifting stacks of books and scrolls and parchment out of his way and setting them gingerly back down exactly as they'd been before. "And by the time we actually get them here, we'll be hearing a few offices have finally been cleared up in the city proper, you know how it goes. No, no, we're making do with what we've got, same as we always have, eh?"

He didn't want to, but Terry was already starting to like this man, and that seemed dangerous. He was clearly a lawyer, maybe even a proper barrister once upon a time, and likeable lawyers were tricky. Coming to a stop at the edge of Rumpole's apparent desk, Terry almost asked whether he was supposed to sit, but Rumpole answered that question for him when he grabbed a thin file from another stack and gestured to be followed again.

They made their way to the back of the building, a thankfully much quieter part of the building, though Terry saw that as a warning as much as anything. Not many ways out if this really was all some elaborate ambush. But, Rumpole shouldered open the door at the end of the hall to reveal nothing more insidious than a simply-appointed private office. Which, really, was insidious enough on its own. The light coming through the windows was pleasant enough, and the smell of old paper was mild enough to actually be appreciated, rather than feeling assaulted by it. The furniture, unlike almost everything else in the keep as a whole, carried the air of age around it, despite being immaculate and polished.

Rumpole set the file down and gave the dark, gleaming wood a fond pat, grinning as he nodded Terry toward the chair on the opposite side. "Gorgeous, isn't she? I may not have been the richest man in my firm, but you can bet I went for the niceties when I could afford them! Sadly, she's not my old one. I suspect that's been wrecked along with the rest of the firm, but we'll cross that bridge when we chase the monsters out from under it, eh?"

Terry could only nod. He wasn't quite as unnerved as he'd been when he arrived, but that left him heading directly toward confused, instead. What the hell was he doing in a barrister's office?

"So! You've already got my name, and I've already yours, and we both know you got our Queen's fascinating correspondence or you wouldn't be here, so I won't waste your time going over all that again. I do still have to observe the usual niceties and thank you for your time, of course; I've been doing plenty of reading about you, Sergeant, and nothing seemed more offensive than taking up your time away from your expansive family, eh?"

Ah. This. Terry had seen this plenty of times from the outside, when people were talking to blue-bloods or high ranking officers and the like. It was downright wierd to have it aimed directly at him: The man was buttering him up for something. "I appreciate th' speed-through introduction, mate, but as y' so clearly already know, I was kinda keen on surprisin' my kids by pickin' 'em up from school t'day. No offense t' you, o' course, but kin y' skip t' th' point?"

Another bark of laughter preceded a small flurry of movement as Rumpole untied the twine binding the file, withdrawing a surprising number of sheets from the battered leather folder and spreading them out not unlike a casino dealer would playing cards. "Fair play to you, Sergeant! Well, let's see here..." Turning his back to his guest, he reached up to the sparsely-filled shelves behind the desk and pulled down a much larger, rolled-up scroll that was easily recognizable as a map. As he spoke, he unrolled it to reveal a large portion of Gilneas, laid out in odd, mostly-rectangular shapes with numbers and notes all over each one.

An estate map? What are they trying to pin on me now?

To his frustration, Terry couldn't make out the legend properly from where he was seated without moving the map himself, and Rumpole was already--still--talking.

"As you're obviously aware, Gilneas was finally declared a safe zone, though of course there are still all those pocket skirmishes and little border incursions…"

And now the confusion was giving way to annoyance. "I 'elped clear a fair number o' those pockets. Yes, I'm aware."

"Right, well!" Rumpole had the decency to look suitably chastised, recognizing he was starting to prattle even after he'd skipped a good portion of the prattling already. "Straight to it, Sergeant: My colleagues all across the kingdoms have seen the writing on the wall and, more importantly, on paper, and gathered all the records that still remain intact enough to have standing." He waved one hand toward the closed door to indicate the mass of papers and fellow lawyers just beyond. Then, he placed one finger squarely on a specific point on that map.

Terry's eyes widened as he sorted out where precisely it was.

"I was given the unique honor to be the one to inform you that your family's stead is one of those lucky few. If you wish to claim it, of course. Our recently crowned queen has declared anybody that shows valid claim has, in layman's terms, dibs. Standard post-war repatriation; there's a bit of a shortlist for whatever's left of the noble houses, the officers, and the notables. I suppose you can sort out where you fell on that list, eh?"

"I--my--...wot? Notable?"

"You are the Lighthound, aren't you?"

Terry blinked.

"Sir, I am a barrister. I do research."

"Right, yeah, sorry, I... 'oly shit."

Terry's thoughts were going entirely too fast for him to catch up with, but when they all went in circles, they all eventually wound up in the same place. It was just a matter of waiting them out, and Rumpole, sensing an opportunity to give his prepared presentation, seized on the moment. Though he was still technically listening, Terry spent the majority of that time studying the map. Now that he had a reference point he could work from, the other plots around his family's ranch clicked into place. His neighbors, to the best of his knowledge, were all dead.

Except for the two.

Declan Diggs' father had run a respectably-sized distillery, owed mostly to Big Diggs' love of vodka, of all things. Made him a bit wierd to everyone else--Gilneans were mostly scotch, whisky, and bourbon people--but growing potatoes had only been the start. They were easy to grow, hard to kill, and turned into strong booze, so Big Diggs was all over it. Terry remembered hearing his buddy talk about how his dad was looking at getting a few fruit trees transplanted to try and branch out--gods, Diggs thought he was so fuckin' funny--into wine, but then everything had gone to absolute shit, and Big Diggs didn't make it out alive.

Smits' parents had devoted a ton of time and effort to clearing their own land of stone before he'd been born. The Mathers family had made a killing selling it to various quarries and sculptors, and then turned around and got that crappy dirt worked into good growing soil. By the time Smits was old enough to walk, he was already an accomplished stone-picker, and by the time they were going to school together, Smits already had tons of ideas and plans to get out of Gilneas, see the world, and most importantly, make tons of money and make a name for himself. Much like Terry, he hadn't been clear on what sort of name he wanted to make, he'd just known he'd wanted to make one.

They were all supposed to be big shots, making big shit happen, together. But they weren't, and only some of that had been Terry's fault. He'd already known, from the moment he'd found out what they'd done to him--what they'd tried to do to his family--that they didn't deserve to be forgiven.

But the people they'd been, the friends he'd once known, didn't deserve to be forgotten, either.

"...wish to re-stake the claim, the Crown would be happy to purchase the land back from you for a tidy sum. You could also grant ownership to another party, if you've got someone in m--"

"Where do I sign."

"Eh? Oh! Of course, just here, here, and..."

"And I want first biddin' rights on any o' th' adjacent steads, if their owners give 'em up or don't 'ave sufficient records. These two 'ere," Terry thumped his finger down on the Diggs and Mathers steads in turn, "Their last livin' fam'ly members are in prison fer treason, among other thin's. I doubt they'll want or be able t' claim it. Let me know about those as y' can…"

Terry and Rumpole spent almost an hour discussing the details. After that, Rumpole took advantage of Terry's damn near photographic memory to help sort out some plots they'd had a lot of trouble identifying. By the time they'd gotten too close to the cities for him to be of use anymore, Terry realized another hour had gone by on top of that, and he'd long since missed the window to surprise his kids at school.

It was time to go home.

( @daily-writing-challenge )

#and so arrives terry #my writing #dwc #waxing crescent #stay tuned for the fun part

[cellody]

DWC: Day VI

GLEAMING & HURT @daily-writing-challenge MENTIONS: @dicenne, @tazindrox (The Elements)

Ought he get burned...?

He could stay where he was amidst the Air’s gallery. Should, in fact. Nudity in artwork was something he could stare at without regret; he sketched anatomy quite often, himself. Personal preferences heavily leaned towards leaving things to the imagination and fading the sketch around that area but when it came to artistic studies, there truly was no shame in detailing every bit. The effect of a piece morphed entirely when the subject matter was bared as opposed to covered.

Nudity in motion, though? Sinful. Deplorable. Shameless. At least... that was how he’d been raised to view such things when admired by any unwed parties. These were the very sorts of church-raised perspectives that had branded his mind for life and even now, no matter how much he tried willing them away to better open his eyes free of such judgements, he couldn’t completely shake the devilish fear burning in his veins. In every sense of the word and in every single way, the Fire room was indescribably out of his element.

It was not, after all, the sort of fel flame he’d been perfecting the cauterization of for years. It was not the sear of shadow nor the glow of Light. Fire in its purest, core-of-the-planet form was the furthest from Lance’s affiliations; flashy, risky, and sweat-inducing. He’d rather die freezing than die frying. He could not even cook with flame.

All of this and more made his stomach ache in retaliation.

But... as with Air, he would not forgive himself if he stopped here. This was as much of a trial, now, as it was an experience, and if that meant having to ram his way through the circle of hell that was this last room, the lamb would take to the lion’s den.

The breeze behind him became foggy with ash the closer it carried him towards the headache of orange gleams.

Regrets mounted when the selection of music being played in this last stage was discovered to be yet another means of vexation. Heavy metal. Hell could not have been a more accurate description. More than ever, he wished he’d thought to bring his silencing earbuds to keep away from the brunt of over-the-top aggressions such a genre forced into his bones. As with live, sexual themes, heavy rock had long been something Lance could not enjoy no matter how desperately he tried; music may have been his passion but he surrounded himself in the classical pieces. Ballads. Operas. Strings, woodwinds, brass... and, yes, percussion. To this extent, though? Reigning drumsets alongside electric instruments and throat-ripping vocals? It physically hurt him to endure. He saw the impressive talent in it, of course; he soaked in the hype any time a solo was shredded through the same as any other fan would and he could never manage singing in the style that they did. This, however, was not the sort of environment he could try and pick apart such focuses in. When this fearful, it sounded only like gnashing noise that was still not loud enough to cover the moans of performers being whipped.

He’d begun to sweat the second he stood outside the entry. It was right there—he could see inside... he need only actually step in.

The fan he’d carried this entire time had at this point begun to fray across the seams per his relentless fumbling. Opening, closing... opening, using, closing... switching to the other hand. Opening. The last time he’d been this unsure of how to handle himself was when he’d begun flight lessons with Taldormu. He, however, was not here to guide the cellist; this was a solo, inner battle. So many countless undertones and life-changing pressures rode on this lone room that hardly half had been considered thus far and not one passing patron could ever hope to understand what the lingering young man was going through.

Dicenne, however...

Whether he’d in any way sensed Lance’s tension or was simply acting his Don Juan self, on his way in from where he’d elsewhere briefly been, a strong thumb and crooked index finger nudged that paler chin up. He need not say a word. After all, he was just passing and likely knew not who the luthier even was. But that tiny gesture mixed with that sneaky wink was all the more coercion needed to help Lance grit his jaw, curl his fingers, and watch the man disappear into the flames for a duration longer than the glances he’d been casting.

It was not Dicenne specifically that he went in for nor was it the man’s renowned libido he sought to partake in. It was, however, just enough contagious confidence to shepherd the younger into the volcano.

His stroll was expectedly cautious and half his field of vision obscured by the black lace of his fan but Lance finally made it under the arch and into the rush of steam that billowed up from cracks in the floor. Illusions of lava trickled all throughout their paths and the dancers emphasized every facet of their stage by cracking sparks, spinning ignited trinkets, juggling fiery weaponry, and trailing streaks of phoenix light behind their sunset limbs. Their complete nudity hadn’t even registered until certain movements slowed enough to showcase precariously-swirled, temporary tattoos and non-flaccid manhoods that matched the pertness of others’ uncovered breasts. Two of the center members had even begun to mesh those body parts before Lance even had a minute to digest what exactly he was witnessing.

That yanked his stare to the wall completely opposite the gathering. Eyes stung when forced to squint through the dark heat and keep away from anything but the way towards the gallery. Surely, if he’d not had that glass of wine earlier to help slow his nerves, his heart would have been breaking out through his ribs and his face scalding with blushes.

No, he may not have definably enjoyed Fire. But he power-walked through, stood witness to what he considered to be the most extreme sort of dance humanity was capable of, and got to study the nude portrait (among many) of one named Tazindrox.

Any hopes of having bumped into the hostess were easily swayed with the idea of instead sending a letter—a method he favored, anyhow, since it gave him all the time needed to perfect how his thoughts were worded. Believe it or not, he was actually quite a ‘talker’ when given a pen to speak with. Emotions were more often than not written in the form of sheet music but he could write, too. And he would.

He’d nothing but thanks to give. He’d grown because of her.

#dwc

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