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LIKE THIS for a starter !

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ do you read me? — ooc. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ starter call. ]

insaniity:

❝ No - No, don’t touch that ! ❞ who just let these THINGS wander around anyways? here’s one, picking up his laser screwdriver ( ‘ who’d have sonic ? ’ indeed ) after he’d dropped it – so many rude imbeciles, bumping about into HIM, almost breaking his favored tool – and he was NOT about to risk some random earth looking girl STEALING it.

❝ Just – give it here. Now. ❞

➥ @dalekfought· —– ♔

❝ first off, you should have some manners. ❞ oswin raises a brow at the other, flipping the laser screwdriver in her hand that she had previously picked up from the ground. her initial reaction was to give it back to it’s owner, but he didn’t seem like the nicest guy. ❝ what are y’doing with one of these anyway ? heard they’re dangerous with a full blast. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; reaching stars — after the asylum. ]#insaniity

repeated:

*✧ ❪ dalekfought ❫

the largest library in the universe, and she’d gotten herself lost in it. she’d tried to retrace her steps, to find the doctor in amongst the shelves, but to no avail. she was well and properly lost, a childhood nightmare come true. with a heavy sigh, she turned around once again and set off back towards where she thought she’d started from.

almost as soon as she’d started out she stopped dead in her tracks, staring down the length of the row between the shelves at another figure. it was a woman, and though her back was now to clara, she had first seen her as she turned to the shelf. the nose, the way her hair moved, her posture —— it was all clara’s.

she pressed herself against the bookshelf and tried to catch another glimpse of the woman’s face, of her face. when she did, it was bizarre. how on earth was this possible? the only explanation she could come to was that she was looking in a mirror of some kind. some kind of space-mirror.

walking up behind the other, she waved a hand, expecting it to pass through the other form like a hologram. instead, she hit her solidly in the shoulder. ❛ space-mirror, indeed. ❜

oswin was at the library again, which wasn't entirely a surprise seeing as she made sure to always be there. it was her favourite place to venture & had been a consistent part of her life thus far. the brunette had learned practically everything she knew inside it's walls and did not plan on stopping there. her vast knowledge in all sorts of topics mostly came from her ability to remember most things she read but also from the resources held within said library.

currently, oswin had set herself the task of finding a book about intergalactic law as she wanted to brush up on her facts once more. the last time she'd challenged someone about certain aspects of the topic, it had been her in the wrong ( embarrassingly enough, when was oswin oswald ever incorrect ? ) however, it wasn't too hard for her to find something of interest & as soon as she let her eyes skim across the first few pages, oswin knew that she had found what she was looking for.

oswin stood upright so that she could take a moment or two to examine the book in her hands. it was quite interesting & soon she found herself leaning against the shelf as she seemed to invellope herself within the pages.

things changed when her shoulder was hit, oswin immediately jumping & turning around the face the culprit. ❞ oi, watch your --- wait, what? ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; thirst for adventure — before the asylum. ]#repeated

☾ * ✶ ｡✘. @venturousheart continued from x.

❝ clara, i --- i honestly just thought we had an eery similarity in our looks and that was that. y'know, something along the lines of possibly being related? but nothing on this scale. ❞ oswin's eyes are tear-filled & there are visible stains on her cheeks from the drops that managed to escape. she hated crying, it made her feel weak & childish, but this hurt more than anything else ever could.

❝ i'm not real, right? i'm just some carbon copy that wasn't good enough to be the proper thing. oswin oswald, huh. as if being forced into a dalek for a year & being made believe that was what i had become wasn’t bad enough. but no, i’m just, a what? an echo? and here i thought things were picking up. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; reaching stars — after the asylum. ]#venturousheart #i!! thought!! it'd be hella!! fun to continue this!! as oswin finding out!! she's!! an!! echo!!#sdfghjk

shewandersoff:

♚ ( @dalekfought gets a royalty au because she’s perf ) ♚

she truly had no reason to be so NERVOUS. her mother had made that quite clear, patting her gently on the arm as she ushered Rose out with the tray carefully balanced in her hands. no reason to fear her majesty – her ROYAL HIGHNESS QUEEN OSWIN OSWALD has always been known as one of the kinder members of the royal family. growing up among the servants in this palace, Rose Tyler had encountered her fair share of royals, some kinder than others. but never before had she found herself working so PERSONALLY with one of them. raised a true domestic, Rose had mostly kept to the kitchens, the laundry, basically the deeper parts of the palace that kept it running, but also kept her on the sidelines. and yet here she was, about to step into a role working personally under the queen herself. though no one had an ill word to say of her royal highness, Rose couldn’t help the fluttering in her chest. this was not her DOMAIN. she was much more confident among the dark corners deep in the palace. not standing before the queen’s – the QUEEN’S – chambers, fully aware that one misstep could end up costing her her job. or WORSE. quickly, she rests the tray of tea on a table that more than likely costs more than she’s paid in a month, simply so she can have a hand free to knock on the door. immediately after, though, the tray is in her hands once again. can’t be caught without the queen’s tea.

❝ miss – ‘scuse me, your highness ❞ bugger it up on your first sentence, delightful performance Tyler ❝ if i… could come in. i have your afternoon tea. ❞

being a queen was one of great honor and duty. it meant making sure to appear perfect so that her people were at ease & so that she could remain a symbol of hope plus prosperity for her kingdom. nobody said that it was easy. especially not when her dear father died and passed his title onto his loving daughter who was next in line to the throne. being royalty, especially female, always meant hiding any feelings and only talking when asked. she had to be prim & proper, which was an aspect of her life that could never be removed, despite how far her personality strayed from that stereotype.

oswin was sat on a chair inside her chambers, reading certain forms that needed to be filled & giving her signature when required. at the knock on the door, her head raised but before she could grant them access to her room --- the audible slip up was heard. the queen could not help but let out a small chuckle in response. it had to be their first time. oswin was kind to her handmaidens & always tried to treat them as she would like herself to be treated.

❝ one moment. ❞

her voice raised slightly, a small smile on her features as she stood up to make her way over and open the doors to her chambers so that she could greet the maid that had brought her afternoon tea.

facing the blonde woman, a soft smile made it’s way to her features. ❝ you have a tray in both hands, i thought it would be wise to let you in myself so that it would be easier for you to maneuver with my tea. after all, we would not want an accident. i would feel terribly if you burnt yourself. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; your highness — royalty au. ]#shewandersoff #I LOVE U SAV #THANK U FOR THIS SDFGHJKLKJHGF

tetramother:

▒╳ ; @dalekfought

“You know, the one arm of a dalek looks like this device midgardians use to unclog toilets ? It’s a bit comedic to think of.”

❝ i don’t want to even think about daleks, tess. they look like a weird hybrid of tin cans and toilet plungers, yeah. gross. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; reaching stars — after the asylum. ]#tetramother

fuckingladies:

@dalekfought // LIKED

“well, the plan hasn’t worked the way i thought it would, but i have a better one and it will take us out of here. you’re not gonna like it, unless if you enjoy danger.”

❝ if your first plan didn’t work out so well then why are you so sure your new one will ? it’s a good thing i like danger, then. i have a feeling this isn’t gonna be as smooth as y’think it will. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; reaching stars — after the asylum. ]#fuckingladies

dwroleplaypositivity

@dalekfought is such a wonderful oswin oswald. It’s easy to tell that she loves her muse from the amount of time and work that she puts into her. Not only is she a fabulous writer but also a lovely person and a joy to talk to. The fandom is blessed to have someone like Louise and all of her magnificent muses. - anon

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ saved for a rainy day — cute things. ]#I AM GOING TO CRY #THIS IS SO SWEET MY H EART #!!!!

waspadawan:

@dalekfought ♥️’d for a starter !!

rescue missions were hardly a rarity for the jedi, even in times of peace throughout the galaxy, yet the constant tension and anxiety of not knowing what they would find would always be worse than any battlefield she’d ever face. theoretically she’d thought she’d enjoy them—– who DOESN’T like being the hero and saving people from certain doom? except ahsoka quickly had to come to terms with the fact that the large majority of these missions ended with the discovery of charred remains and zero life-vitals to be found. not this time though. slender fingers pulled away bits of rock and metal, following the single life reading from the starcruiser Alaska. her heart skipped a beat as her fingers went back to remove more of the rubble when instead of the hard, jagged surface she’d become accustomed to over the past half hour, her fingers pressed up against something soft. it was an arm. an arm that, with a few more seconds of pushing away rubble, connected to a torso, a torso which connected with a round-ish head, dust and charcoal dirtying the pale face of the limp figure.

‘ hey——- hey! can you hear me? are you.. are you still with us? ’

on her first time out with the alaska, oswin had been a victim of their pristine reputation right up until she was actually on board. many positive reviews were left in alaska's name & her love of the stars would never blind her personal rules regarding safety. she needed to be safe while doing the things that she loved most, so it was only fitting that every aspect of the starliner was thoroughly examined before even getting on board. perhaps it was paranoia, or even a good call. but the employees seemed distant & her being a newcomer probably didn't offer any assistance to the predicament. regardless, they had still crash landed wherever the hell they were now. her body was left buried beneath rubble, alive with a faint pulse, but still not in the greatest of shape. upon feeling somebody touch her, chocolate hues attempt to open slightly to try & perceive the situation, but it looks like the shock has settled in.

❝ mhm, ❞ oswin mumbles, struggling to move by herself.

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; undetermined. ]#waspadawan #thank you for the starter bb!!

mcgicbox:

“well, it was either that or impending death by dalek — which i suppose is really the same thing, only you’re just delaying your destruction by a few seconds. but then someone erased all record of my existence from dalek knowledge, which is quite a lot, we go back a long way.”

❝ yeah, they're practically the same. except, you're standing right in front of me so i know those few seconds served you well. hmm, i do vaguely remember mentioning the genius part. you were in a spot of trouble so i hacked into it, no harm done. you're lucky i saved you back then, it's still weird that the daleks in intensive care even noticed y'were there. creepy, actually. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; reaching stars — after the asylum. ]#mcgicbox

timeidiot:

“I’m here to save you.”

❝ that's --- convenient. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; reaching stars — after the asylum. ]#timeidiot #thank you for the starter!!#also i apologize on oswin's part lmao

mcgicbox:

“it’s not supposed to mean anything. merely a statement of fact. some people say i don’t look before i jump. now, i would argue otherwise, but people say what they want.”

“— the dalek thing was very impressive, though.”

+ @dalekfought | cont.

❝ well, you do seem like the spontaneous type. i mean, when y'left the asylum you teleported yourself & your friends right up into a dalek fleet. that's pretty --- jumpy, even i have to admit it. ❞

❝ thanks, i wasn't even fully converted. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; reaching stars — after the asylum. ]#mcgicbox

strikingheroics:

Chloe winced as she regained consciousness. A hand went up to her head. Why people enjoyed knocking her out sometimes was a mystery to her. She went to look around, and froze at the sight of her. She hadn’t really expected anyone else to be…wherever she was. She couldn’t remember where she was last, but a slight mental prodding from Athande suggested she was far too far away for comfort.

“Where am I?”

[@dalekfought | Chloe’s adventure-y starter call]

the woman held her hand up to her head before cracking the back of her neck to relieve the tension, eyes hazily glancing around the room. there wasn't much light wherever they were & oswin didn't like the idea of being trapped in some creepy place with a complete stranger, but it seemed that it was just her luck. ❝ well, from my point of view it's not very pretty. ❞ she lets out a small cough. ❝ no, but really, i don't know where we are. d'ya remember anything at all ? ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; reaching stars — after the asylum. ]#strikingheroics #thank you for the starter bb !

"there’s a lot i’ve not forgotten." - eleven

oswin takes a moment so that she can inspect his features, trying to decipher the tone of the message he was trying to convey. seconds later, she offers a soft smile. ❝ yeah, me too. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ come and meet the girl who can — answered. ]#mcgicbox

‘ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel, ’ - the twelfth doctor

❝ an angel ? ❞ head tilts to the side at the statement, a small smirk making it’s way to her features as she observes them. ❝ whatever helps you sleep at night, eyebrows. ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ come and meet the girl who can — answered. ]#ncglect

ncvanurse:

❝ you’re kidding me, right ? well that sucks; makes this look less unique then. ❞ they may look similar in appearance, but she’s rather hoping they’re not all the same pertaining to behaviors.❝ least we don’t all act the same, yea ? ❞

❝ i'm afraid i kid you not. ❞ oswin replies with the smallest of sighs before suddenly smiling at the other. ❝ it's probably the theory in which seven people in the world look identical to you or something along those lines. ❞ she frowns. ❝ well, are you exceptionally clever & cheerful with a flirty bonus ? ❞

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ show me the stars — interactions. ]#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ v; reaching stars — after the asylum. ]#ncvanurse

lovedgods-a

-lay in for the positivity- i want to adress my love for @desxderium who bring feels with her replies and her character, to @cityowned on which it's a pleasure to see in the dash and SO GREAT STUFF with his character and give a shoutout to @fearedleader for give justice to Micheal and develop him. Oh, I love so much @historywoven too & @dalekfought is wonderful!

@cityowned @fearedleader @historywoven @dalekfought @desxderium !!

#☾ * ✶ ｡✘ . [ saved for a rainy day — cute things. ]#omg #i'm gonna c ry

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