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Fan art for “What We’re Made Of“ by @caedmonfaith and @rishidiams. — deviant art
Inspired by: “This Moon is not my Moon, this Planet not my Home” by @greenfairy13-blog — deviant art
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12 x Rose is ♡
Twelve x Rose: soulmate AU
James suspected that he didn’t have a soulmate, wasn’t sure he even believed in the whole concept of soulmates and the amount of predetermination that it implied about life and the universe, so he wore gloves at all times to avoid the accidental touch that was the basis of finding your soulmate.
The first time Rose Tyler walked into his bookshop, he’d pretended not to notice her but he watched her the entire time she was browsing the sci-fi and romance sections, eyes inexorable drawn to the brightness of her smile and the way her ungloved fingers trailed gently over the book spines.
(He didn’t plan to do anything about the attraction, not even when she became a regular customer, not even when she became a friend but then there was a day when she was helping him shelve books and took a tumble off a stepstool and into his arms, her hand landing on the back of his neck. The touch sent sparks racing through him, turned his universe on its head and all he could do was stare into the equally stunned eyes of his soulmate, mouth forming an unavoidable gentle smile that had been reserved for Rose for months now.)
Headcanon: All future Doctors crop up in Rose’s life at some point. Some bow tied bloke helps her with groceries after work. A gruff silver haired gentleman pays for her chips when she forgets her wallet. A pretty blonde woman walks her home after some creepy bloke makes unwanted advances towards her in the street.
‘It’s her. Rose Tyler. The one he’d break both of his hearts to see again.’
I've been feeling cruddy this week and really craving some TwelvexRose. Can I put a prompt out there for Rose providing some much needed TLC to an ill/injured or upset/weeping Doctor? Hair stroking and forehead kisses a plus...
sure you can! any writers out there?
Do you have any Twelve x Rose gifs?
if anyone likes to submit 12 x Rose gifs, please do!
She looks at the new face. By now it’s not as shocking. She knows to always look at the eyes, those oh so familiar eyes. “Do you still remember the first word you said to me?”
The Doctor smiles and it’s so fitting on this face that Rose finds herself mimicking it. The face is young but the eyes crinkle in a way that is centuries old and the Doctor whispers with humor and fondness, “Run.”
- Rose Tyler+the Doctor
I made a thing for cover art for my Photographs story and now I’m so happy I can’t even. Rose Tyler, as a scrapbooker. I love it.
Dr Who: Twelve & Rose | | You're Beautiful
I just want to point out that during the first episode of season 8, the doctor actually picks up a bouquet of yellow roses and says "this is familiar." This is in the same episode that he forgets Clara, so Rose clearly left a huge impression on him, even two regenerations later.
*Rose is sneaking up behind the Doctor, planning to scare him*
Doctor: Don't even think about it.
Rose: How'd you know it was me?
Doctor: I'm a Timelord, I know everything. Now where have you been?
Rose: I thought you knew everything?
The World Needs More 12 x Rose. Made this because @natural–blues wanted something “Playful and Affectionate”. .
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Day eight of Advent.
1527 words, rated T for swearing, Twelve/Rose
Summary: She’s distracted him for months - her smile is intoxicating and he wants more. The office Christmas party affords him the opportunity to see that smile directed towards him.
Read it on ao3!
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He had no idea what had possessed him.
Well, that was a lie. He knew exactly had possessed him, it was the same thing that possessed him every time he saw it. He was a powerful man, but Rose Tyler’s smile was his weakness, and he wanted to see it all the time. Preferably directed at him.
That wasn’t possible, though. She was laughably out of his league. Rose was young and beautiful; a bright spot in everyone’s day. He, meanwhile, was - well, he was not. He was old, crotchety, bad-tempered, and had earned the nickname he knew was bandied around behind his back: the Oncoming Storm.
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Doctor Who Series 9 Trailer (Twelve x Rose AU)
Someone taking 12xRose prompts? Be still, my beating heart. You totally don't have to fill this but I'm craving Rose comforting a crying 12 - perhaps in a reunion scenario? You're the best! Hope you enjoyed the latest episode x
(Every time I am prompted with Twelve x Rose, I try to write another little bit of this story.)
The Magician and the Painting part 3
Rose took his hand and the Doctor smiled, a lovely surprising smile on that face, under that silver hair. He bent over her hand and brushed his lips against it, and was that a tremor she felt? But he’d straightened and was tugging her after him. Down the hall, up the stairs, to a corridor she hadn’t noticed, and a door marked staff only that he opened with a moment of whirring from the screwdriver. He was elegant in this face, all tall and slender in his black trousers and jacket. A little bit of a showman.
The door opened, and there she was: the TARDIS, as blue and as improbable as ever. Something in Rose had reserved a tiny bit of herself until she saw the TARDIS, until she laid a hand on it and felt it speak to her. Bad Wolf Girl would always be a tiny bit connected to this ship, this strange little police box, this relic.
The door opened for her and she smiled.
“You still have your key,” the Doctor said. “She still knows you.”
“Yeah.” Rose pulled it out from under her shirt. The chain it hung from was more posh in this life, because of all the money her father had, but that was the only difference. TARDIS key, over her heart. He reached out and touched it. His hand over hers again, a warm dry touch. He smiled briefly and turned away to the door, turned back to bow her over the threshold.
“You’ve redecorated!”
“Yeah, had a bit of a crash. Needed repairs. It all came out a bit different.”
“I like it! It’s– it’s very you.”
“You think?”
Rose nodded firmly. “Yeah.”
He looked pleased. He gestured toward the console, so very different to how it had looked, with technology that looked so much newer than anything she’d seen even in her current life, with its strange path through time. The console was as different to the one she remembered as the the rest of the decor. Sleek, glowing, like something from the Sixties when the future was an exciting place.
“Fish and chips,” the Doctor said. “Brighton. 2005.”
His fingers danced over buttons that hadn’t been there the last time she had, threw a lever she’d never seen, and set his hand on a lever she knew. Eyebrow up, looking at her. She set her hand on his and they pulled together. The rotors spun, the TARDIS growled, and they were moving.
“So long since I heard this! Thought I never would again. Yeah, love it!” Rose laughed. He was watching her as if transfixed, with an odd expression. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh, Rose. It’s been a long time. So long since I’ve seen you. Your smile. I–”
“How long?”
He shrugged. “More than a thousand years.” Now that voice was casual, but it was a cover for something.
“That’s a long time. Long enough to forget me?”
“Forget you? Never. I never forget anyone who’s traveled with me. Long enough to travel with others. To, to be with others. If you can forgive me.”
Rose remembered Sarah Jane Smith, and how she’d pitied her at first, before she’d realized they were the same. “There’s nothing to forgive. You thought, I thought, that was it. We were separated. Forever. Moving on is something we had to do.”
“It took me a while.”
“Yeah. I get it.”
His hands were in his jacket pockets. “Forever is– difficult for me. I find it hard to believe in.” That smile again, a little bitter, visible for a moment and then gone.
“Where are they? The people who travel with you? Can I meet them?”
And now his face was utterly bleak.
“They’re lost to me. In time. When I realized you weren’t, when I figured out how to use the painting, I nearly didn’t come. I thought it would be better not to. To leave you to your new life. Unfixed, for me. A choice unmade. Forever unmade.”
He spun away from her and marched up the steps to the catwalk. He leaned against a bookshelf and was still. Rose hesitated, then followed him quietly. His hand was over his face and his shoulders were trembling. She touched him, and he flinched.
“Sorry. Sorry. I just–”
Her arms were around him without thinking. It was the Doctor, and it didn’t matter to her in the least what face he wore. She’d loved two of his faces so far and probably she would love all of them if she met them. And this one, this one was weeping because like her he’d thought they’d never see each other again. His last words cut off, a hologram she couldn’t touch on a beach she wanted never to see again. Down, down onto the catwalk, holding each other close, clutching at each other. His hands, with those long fingers, touching her face reverently. His own face was wet.
“It’s really you,” he said. “You’re really here again.”
She smiled at him. “Some choices need to be made. Some choices are good. Some days, you have somebody to hold your hand.”
K - 12 X Rose and if not then 11 x Rose
K=On the Edge of Consciousness + 12 x Rose because I’ve never written them before and it sounds like fun!
The Doctor knelt down next to the unconscious blonde and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Rose?” Her eyes flickered open momentarily. “Oh, Rose. My Rose. But how?” His eyes skidded over her body and he took in what she was wearing: a blue leather jacket and a red shirt. Her dimension hopping outfit. “Oh!”
Rose’s eyes flickered open again, lids half closed. “Who?”
He stroked her hair again. “It’s me, the Doctor. I know I look different but it’s me.”
“Doctor?” He nodded with a grin on his face. “What happened?”
“I believe something about your hop went wrong. You seem okay other than a knock to the head. You should be happy to know that you found the right world.”
Rose closed her eyes again and smiled slightly. “Mmm.”
“You just…got the wrong Doctor.” His grin faded to a playful half smile. “I’m sure you’ll get it right next time. Oh and when you find him you will save so many lives.”
“Your accent is weird. Where am I?”
“Ah well, I’m Scottish now. We’re in Germany.”
Rose let out a weak laugh. “No, the other me. The future me.”
The Doctor deflated. “Things got…complicated. I can’t tell you exactly…knowing your future is dangerous.It works out for the best.” He averted his eyes. “I think.”
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