anarchitect
Fandoms
- Doctor Who (5)
- Doctor Who (2005) (5)
- Doctor Who & Related Fandoms (3)
- RWBY (2)
- Doctor Who (1963) (1)
Recent works
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consider the hairpin turn by anarchitect for grilledhaifisch
Fandoms: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games)
21 Jun 2021
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Five ways Majima Goro has learned to deal with pain, and one extra.
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Talking to mirrors like other people talk to headstones, or: Oscar and Oz on the train to Haven, and unfortunate truths.
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Oscar Pine blinks, draws back by the slightest degree, shows no more surprise than that—and just looks at him, like a ghost out of its grave, twice over, with those filmy hazel eyes, gold and green, which were always too old for his face, too ancient for his voice, which always looked at James like they’d seen him fall a thousand times before. Well, now he has fallen, he wants to say; it sticks in his throat. Are you happy now?
Or: a conversation that never happened.
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metamorpheus by anarchitect for timeisweird
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
13 Aug 2018
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alternate perspective of 'so you aren't as human as you thought you were,' chapter five, 'cambiare'—which is to say, john smith goes to bed with a headache and wakes up with two hearts, and has one motherfucker of an existential crisis along the way. not to mention some very, very weird dreams.
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forget your perfect offering by anarchitect for cosmickaiju
Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who
08 Jun 2018
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The Doctor offers her a brief, blinding smile, like old fluorescent light, flickering brittle and off-colour and far too bright. “Higher-dimensional distortion event,” they explain, meaninglessly. “A bit. Loud. That’s all. But shouldn’t be destructive, not on this side of the warp, and Torchwood has—sensors, they’re rudimentary still but it’s not like a warp of this calibre is particularly subtle, they’ll know,” they say, talking more to themself than to her. They raise their head, looking at something, she suspects, that no one else sees. “Fragmented? No, that wouldn’t—”
And then their eyes widen, something like shock flashing across their face, too fast to properly identify. “Something fell through.”