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#OBRILIANT, an independent, low - activity writing blog for the thirteenth doctor of bbc’s doctor who. extremely canon divergent —– anything that has happened during chris chibnall’s run is not canon for my doctor, please do not assume otherwise unless previously stated.
written by tammy, 22, she / they, british. general rules apply. do not follow if you’re under eighteen.
doing a soft reboot today i fear….
hi
stormwakes,
@obriliant asked: oh goodness, you’re not actually dead. oh, that’s tremendous news.
a few minutes pass by until the doctor finally stirs. with his head spinning, and his thoughts racing even faster, he looks around the room — a cell of sorts, now that he has a better picture of the place — in a daze. he notices his friend ( acquaintance, really. they just met a couple hours ago. ) sitting beside him, too, and sees relief all over her face when she speaks.
❛ oh, am i ? that’s nice. fantastic, even. ❜ he grins at that, but it quickly falters at a sudden pain in his head. ❛ i could do without the raging headache, though, but i s’pose i’m glad that sontaran only knocked me out cold. it’d be embarrassing if i was killed by a potato. ❜ a frown follows the joke. ❛ any idea how we’re getting out of here ? i think one of the guards nicked my sonic. ❜
heh, he’s a funny one ------ she should’ve known from the accent alone that he would be, considering that it’s actually a scientifically known fact that a northerner’s humour trumps pretty much everybody else’s. don’t quote her on that though, this is the kind of science that has yet to be discovered but it’s fine, honestly. humans have always been so dreadfully slow on the uptake. the doctor smiles; it is evident, in that moment, that he has no idea who she is. did she just companion - zone herself? she better not have, that’s embarrassing, because between the younger doctor & the older doctor, only one of them was still in possession of their trusty sonic probe and it certainly wasn’t him. ❝ luckily for you, i’ve still got mine. unluckily for you, it means trustin’ me from here on out. so ------ what d’ya say? ❞
bttons,
❝ you saved a planet with a banana ? ❞ he leans forward , rather hoping to hear the rest of the story ————– but there she goes talking about problems again . he figures he likely won’t get the story now if he doesn’t talk . it feels like an interrogation , like he’s killed someone or accidentally stole a cat . the bag just feels like a threat . imagine it ! ridiculous . a grown man talking to a bag because he can’t discuss his feelings with a person . no , he’s better than that .
❝ i can’t finish jigsaw puzzles anymore . i used to like those , y’know ? landscapes were my favourite . or trains . a thousand pieces usually . it’d be nice to be able to do them again , especially now that i’m dead . it’s an easy way of passin’ the time . instead i’m spending day in and day out trying to think of fun activities to make the days more bareable , but what am i gonna do when i run out of ideas ? i’ll go insane trying to keep everyone from killin’ each other —— again . ❞
she’d say she understand but, the truth is, she’s the furthest away from understanding. she could leave whenever she wanted, go where she wanted; she could meet people old & new and sit a few miles away from home just for the hell of it. how was she ever supposed to understand this particular feeling of loneliness that ran deeper than she had ever experienced? her face falls a little at that, and she wishes she had something to say ------- anything to give her friend that little smidge of hope that it wouldn’t be like this forever. part of her feels bad for asking, perhaps she shouldn’t have, and the other part ... just feels sad.
though, there is something that could help: the doctor doesn’t even know if she’s able to pull off such a feat for bringing back the dead ( a very loose term, might i add ---- for lack of a better one ) wasn’t really in her forte, and she hasn’t really thought it through. it’s more of an on the spot decision than anything but if he wanted to do puzzles again, the doctor was going to make that happen. she wipes the crumbs off of herself and she gives him a soft smile, ❝ you’re not gonna run out of ideas, ❞ is what she says but it’s not spoken like a promise although it’s firm. ❝ ‘cause i’m gonna find a way for you to spend time ---- proper time doin’ what you love. puzzles, figure paintin’, radio hostin’, the whole lot. i’m gonna find a way to make that happen. how’s that sound? ❞
celestaei,
NOW THAT WAS SOMETHING HE WASN’T EXPECTING. a brow raises, and he almost takes a step back, shoulders slouching and hunching forward as he gave her a look of skepticism. ❝ you want to go inside that thing ?? that is the craziest idea i’ve heard all day. ❞ there’s a pause before he sighs, rubbing at his temples. ❝ but i’m also not about to let you go in alone. ❞
crazy? ha! if only he knew that stood in front of him was the owner of said box, and that the owner had two very well, very much beating hearts, & was one hundred percent alien. crazy? please ------ the doctor’s grin widens as she shifts her weight to push against the door, opening it with ease and unveiling an exceedingly large console room. ❝ after you. ❞
I'm too scared to approach you directly but hi! I love your Doctor and how you write her, I love the passion you put into your muse and the actual way you write in general is fantastic. It's a joy to follow you okay thanksbye.
omg, hello! i’m going to tear up a little, this was such a lovely surprise to have been sent! i’m over the moon that you like my doctor and how i write her, i try my best to keep her evenly balanced but she is such a gem & light to write that i can’t help myself with the humour sometimes ... that being said, please don’t be scared to approach me! there’s nothing to be afraid of, i promise you :3 you’re a sweetpea and my ims / ask box are always open should you ever want to message me sometime. i hope to hear from you soon & thank you, once more, for being such a ray of sunshine today :-)
dametyler,
“ well that’s cos you always have really great hair … like amazin’ hair actually … ” and she squints as if she’s cycling through their past regenerations, as if she can see each hairstyle flitter through her mind [ she’d always been particularly fond of their mess of brown, left in an unkempt but dashing sort of way ]. “ but now that you’re blonde you’ve gotta —- hang on, ” signature smile spreads upon lips, standing upwards with a hand placed on hip. eyes narrow. a pause, teeth gnawing at the corner of lip. out with it rose! “did you copy me? ”
well, the other was correct about one thing. kind of ------ she had taken essences of past regenerations and peppered them into her current self. past lives & past adventures were all rolled into one to make her style so uniquely her own but if one were to squint, to look a little bit harder, they’d see the boots inspired by her eighth life, her love of the north from her ninth, and the theatrics that came about with a long coat from her tenth, yet within all of those were small symbolisms of her past friends. lost loves. perhaps it is too noticeable, seeing as her hair was always meant to be a reminder of the formidable forces of rose tyler & charlotte pollard.
not that she’d ever admit to this, of course. so, let’s deflect. ❝ no! ❞ a brief pause, a moment of hesitancy, and a flash of a smile. she knew the other had her all figured out. as always. ❝ ----------- maybe. ❞
bttons,
he watches her push the biscuits over to him . he can’t eat them , she knows he can’t eat them , so he figures it must be a gesture of goodwill . thoughtfulness , even if it is a little backhanded . ❝ aw . thanks . ❞ he says as he looks up to her , his expression alighting with enthusiasm at the mention of jaffa cakes . ❝ i miss a jaffa cake . good to see you’re prepared with plenty o’snacks , you got anything else in that bumbag of yours ? ❞
❝ what’s on my mind ? psht , nothing — really ! it’s all fine . ❞
❝ got everythin’ i’d ever need in here ------ apart from my sonic, i keep that in my pocket. easier to get to ‘n all that, especially when i’m in a bit of trouble. it saves havin’ to faff about tryin’ to save the planet with a banana again. ❞ she shrugs. it’s an easy mistake to make when your favourite accessory also happens to be the home of some of the most useless pieces of garbage in the cosmos.
❝ i’ve got a few problems in there of my own: like unfinished jigsaw puzzles, a rubiks cube, so on ‘n so forth. so ------- fancy tellin’ me what’s up? otherwise you’re gonna have to talk to the bag, mr. butcher. ❞
bttons,
❝ i’ve missed our chats . ❞ he says with a toothy smile as he adjusts the way his glasses sit on his nose . ❝ it’s nice being able to talk to someone a bit different every now and again … especially someone who gets out and about a lot .❞
❝ is that a garibaldi ?❞
she’s missed them, too, & perhaps she would’ve returned the sentiment if she had a moment before he changed the topic ----- speaking of, she slowly moves to push the packet of biscuits closer to her friend; she knows he can’t have one, and it’s a bit of a pitiful attempt of including him, but it’d be rude if she didn’t at least offer. besides, she’s the doctor, she’s sure she’ll figure out a way to share all of her favourite things with her nearest & dearest soon. anyway, enough of that.
❝ yup ---- got some jaffa cakes in the good ol’ bumbag, too. ❞ she smiles, ❝ d’you plan on tellin’ me what’s on your mind? or am i guessin’? ❞
warp10,
killing is swift and easy . rarely a drop of blood is spilled needlessly – although the doctor may argue otherwise . survival is always offered , promised , even . that is the choice his victims make ————— death , or life . far be it from him to take that choice from them . the blood on his hands doesn’t stain his heart . not when he withdraws his tan qalanq from the neck of his victim , not when he watches their dead body slump to the floor in an ungraceful heap . he does step back from the gradually spreading pool of blood at his feet , though . he looks upon the doctor – he doesn’t expect for her to be proud of what he’s done . having mentioned it in the past ; what he is , who he is ; he’d seen the disapproval on her expression . he sees it now . thinks he does , at least . though he wouldn’t assume . he wonders if she’ll be honest with him .
❝ it was his choice . ❞ he’s quick to defend himself . ❝ i thought … he was preventing you from succeeding , wasn’t he ? ❞
what a complicated & messy situation it was, and yet all the doctor wanted to do was get from point a to point b without a fuss ----- luckily for her, she didn’t have to do the fussing this time. unluckily for her, her companion has gone against one of her many rules and, truthfully, she wasn’t going to comment on it until he brought it up. her rules change all the time, you see, and there’s been points scattered across time in which the puddles of blood were her own doing.
--------------- she preferred not to talk about it. or think about it, for that matter.
still, the doctor takes a step back with him, careful to not step in any of the blood herself & she sighs. that’s it, there’s nothing more to it; she just sighs and she shakes her head. she isn’t disappointed, she isn’t surprised, if anything she knows he’s right. they were in her way, yes, and although she didn’t agree with his methods of force, logic dictates that it was only a matter of time before it ended up with either her or them on the floor anyway. so. eh.
❝ i mean, yeah, ❞ she begins, ❝ i just thought we were goin’ to tie ‘em up. i bought so many zip ties back at the market and now i’ve not been able to use them. it’s a shame, really. they were discounted ----------- ❞ the doctor catches herself in the midst of a brewing tangent & she clears her throat to begin again, ❝ are you okay? ❞
celestaei,
❝ ALIENS ? ❞ now even he’d never thought of that. could it be ? ❝ doesn’t look….alien, ❞ he muttered, but even as his hand was pressed to the wood, something about it did feel odd. gaze falls to the ground around it, looking for any indication what could’ve brought it here. ever the curious head elf. ❝ doesn’t look like it was built here either, though. you’d see paint splatter or wood from construction. honestly….i have no clue. and that’s a first. ❞
she bites her tongue at his remark; just because it didn’t look alien didn’t mean that it wasn’t, but the fun she was having of being able to bask in a certain kind of innocent curiosity was enough to make her push away her itch to retort. she moves closer this time, only by a step or so, and she reaches for the handle of the police box with a smirk, ❝ shall we go in? ❞
Your 13 is my absolute favourite; the only one for me now and always. Chibnall can get in the bin, you're 13's writer now.
zaaaaaaaack ;a; you’re too kind to me, honestly. thank you so much, this means a lot to me, and thank you again for putting up with my nonsensical ramblings about the show and what i’ve been thinking of changing in regards to my iteration of the doctor. you’re absolutely wonderful. i couldn’t ask for a better friend & partner in crime to share this experience and write with <3
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anomalytm,
❛ i’m listening. ❜ there’s this … strange tingle, almost, at the back of her skull. some faint whisper of remembrance even though she is more than certain she has never crossed paths with the other before. perhaps they meet in her future, and it’s a weird time traveler thing, an echo through time of a meeting yet to happen. brows furrow slightly at the woman, but now isn’t the time to question, especially when they were running out of time. ❛ alrigh’, alrigh’. you sure they’re going to just … believe us, though? ❜
hm. that’s a good question ---- a great question, even. the doctor wasn’t sure if this was good idea but when was she ever sure about anything, really? considering she fell into a habit of presenting people with just a tidbit of a plan and a smidge of insight as to whatever she had going on inside her head. she grins, & hopefully the other can find some sort of reason to trust it, to trust the doctor, even if she has to grasp at straws because right now ... all the time lord had was a sonic and a tongue that could lie for england. ❝ yeah. yeah. sure i’m sure, why wouldn’t i be sure? i’m the surest i’ve ever been. ever. now ----- let’s talk backstories, aliases, why we’re here ‘n whatnot. we need to get our stories straight and we have ----- ❞ she licks the ball of her index finger before pointing it upwards, a motion commonly used to determine the direction of the wind. ❝ ------ three minutes & eighteen seconds, on the dot. ❞
celestaei,
ARMS CROSSING AT HIS CHEST, the elf let his curiosity get the better of him. a few steps are taken forward, pressing a hand to one of the tall corners of the blue box. ❝ crashed ? how ? these things haven’t been made in decades, and i distinctly remember them not flying or crashing. ❞
❝ i dunno, it could’ve been aliens or somethin’. the universe is capable of many things, ❞ it’s been a few minutes now since she decided on the great idea to humour him but as he stepped closer to the TARDIS, following his own curious nature, the doctor couldn’t bring herself to lay it on him that thick & that quickly. she steps forward slightly too, stopping a few paces behind the other. ❝ what d’you think happened? ❞
your 13 is fantastic . like the ninth doctor lol
ok your 13 actually is epic and your portrayal makes her a fun and likeable character that she never could be under chibnall
i was going to write a witty response to this but i’m just so taken aback by this kindness that i dkjhbfdkjsbjdg. thank you so much! i’m glad you think so. your nine is, for the lack of a better term, fantastic. there are things you highlight about him or the doctor in general that i haven’t yet thought of and i find myself simply sitting in complete & utter awe at your devotion to the characterisation you want to bring to him. honestly, there’s not enough words that i can put together right now to cohesively describe just how talented you are, not to mention that you’re such an integral part of my life now ( along with heath & jack, hi guys ) that i can’t imagine still being in this doctor who community without you guys almost seven years on. again, thank you. truly & deeply. i am really happy that you like my thirteen <3
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