Victoria Waterfield @ohhfiddle - Tumblr Blog

“You will not feed the flying pests…”

Daleks are so evil, they even hate songbirds.

The Evil of the Daleks - season 04 - 1967

#[ * ⚜ leather lungs ] about victoria #[ * ⚜ before those horrid dalek creatures came ] before the doctor #{ LET THE DISNEY PRINCESS FEED THE BIRDS }

lissy-strata

CONSIDER- Ben adding to the sea shanty craze

ohhfiddle

#he and Polly do a tiktok

a gOOD WISDOM

lissy-strata

Jamie’s there too. He doesn’t know what they’re doing but a McCrimmon never turns down a good sing-along

#AND EVEN GOODER WISDOM

lissy-strata

CONSIDER- Ben adding to the sea shanty craze

ohhfiddle

#he and Polly do a tiktok

a gOOD WISDOM

#ben jackson #polly wright

petitedeath

Im madly in love with this 1865 evening gown in striped silk taffeta with lace trimmed striped sheer overlay

#[ * ⚜ leather lungs ] about victoria

naturaekos

Reminder

#[ * ⚜ leather lungs ] about victoria

{ It’s Debbie Watling’s birthday today..

...so it’s also Victoria’s birthday!! }

#[ * ⚜ please don’t call me vic ] out of character #{ wish her a happy borth she is baby }

madqueenalanna

it’s funny that victoria has the reputation of just like the “shrieking damsel” companion because victoria waterfield is straight ready to cut a bitch at any opportunity

she’s perfectly comfortable bossing everyone around in “tomb of the cybermen”, refusing to give up or give in and demanding that the grown men explorers listen to her and do as she says, and she’s straight ready to elbow drop ramon salamander in “enemy of the world” before the doctor reveals it’s him. it’s not jamie, hot-tempered battle-ready jamie, who launches himself at salamander, it’s fucking victoria! she saw a dangerous dictator sitting at a desk and she’s immediately ready to elbow him in the neck!

i love victoria so goddamn MUCH

#[ * ⚜ leather lungs ] about victoria #{ she's ready to FITE with her screams }

dxctxrii:

FOR THIS INCARNATION AT LEAST, CHRISTMAS HAD ALWAYS BEEN A PARTICULARLY ENJOYABLE TIME OF YEAR.

THERE JUST EXISTED SOMETHING WONDERFUL ABOUT IT ALL - THE FOOD, THE PRESENTS, THE CELEBRATIONS, THE SILLY LITTLE TRADITIONS THAT HUMANS RELISHED IN SO MUCH. It certainly brought a smile on his face to witness such genuine happiness - humanity seemed to be constantly at war with one another; it warmed both hearts to see that, once a year at least, they were able to drag all that misery to one side.

OF COURSE, CHRISTMAS WAS ONLY HALF AS ENJOYABLE WHEN ONE WAS INDULGING IN IT ALONE. Thankfully for him, this year there was going to be a party of three on board.

THIS WAS GOING TO BE VICTORIA’S FIRST CHRISTMAS SPENT IN THE TARDIS, AND HE WAS DETERMINED TO MAKE IT SPECIAL FOR HER. Given what they had all gone through together - the Daleks, the Ice Warrors, the Cybermen - he concluded that a Christmas spent firmly behind closed doors, tucked away in the warmth and safety of the vessel, was on the cards. As a result, during a chance landing in twenty-first century London, The Doctor had ushered both Victoria and Jamie away for an afternoon of sightseeing together, while he had undergone a few errands - namely purchasing a whole array of presents and other items, as well as a few Christmas cookbooks; granted, the old girl was perfectly capable of providing a feast fit enough for a king on December the 25th, but he at least wanted to try and make something himself - anything to provide Victoria with a sense of familiarity.

INTERNALLY BREATHING A SIGH OF RELIEF, HE WAS GLAD THAT HIS FIRST PLAN - MATCHING PYJAMAS - HAD WORKED.

“Of course! Can’t have him feeling left out, can we?” He beamed, before chuckling softly under his breath - last year had been Jamie’s own first Christmas, and he’d been subjected to the same treatment, with an entertaining response of his own, “With your help, I reckon we’ll even get him to wear the trousers this time! I didn’t quite manage to convince him to forgo the kilt last year, sadly - but with the both of us on his back, I’m sure he’ll give in eventually!”

“ Oh wonderful! ” Victoria beamed with glee. Oh it was going to be a bit of struggle to convince Jamie to put on trousers, but surely he couldn’t refuse the two of them. Not to mention, it was in the spirit of Christmas to play along. No one, not even Jamie at his grumpiest, could say no. Unless he was a Scrooge. But he couldn’t be! Not Jamie!

Victoria had always loved Christmas. It was always such a happy time in her home, when her mother alive at least. The whole house would be impeccably decorated from top to bottom, in reds and greens and silvers and golds and blues and OH it was so beautiful. Garland around the railings, wreaths on every door, winter berries and mistletoe in the hallways. Her Mama always took special care in decorating the drawing room.

It would be filled with guests on Christmas Eve so it had to look perfect. From the top of the tree to the ribbon wrapped around the candlesticks. She’d get to stay up late too! It would be full of laughter and dancing and then Father Christmas would arrive with presents a plenty. There’d be warm cookies and milk, if she was good. And she was always very good.

And of course, the Waterfield Family Pudding! A beloved tradition. Though it probably wouldn’t taste the same; for the life of her she couldn’t remember the exact measurement of the recipe. But surely that would be alright!

“ Doctor? ” the girl asked, a bit shyly. “ Could we make Christmas cookies together? You and Jamie and me? ”

#dxctxrii #[ * ⚜ the tardis is my home ] traveling with the doctor #{ soft christmas stuff with the space family }

CHARACTER STATS - THE SECOND DOCTOR

LAYER 001: THE OUTSIDE

NAME: Victoria Maude Waterfield. EYE COLOUR: The brightest of blues HAIR STYLE/COLOUR: A lovely brown/auburn color, usually down in very soft, subtle waves but sometimes she likes to tie it back with some sort of ribbon to keep it out of her eyes. HEIGHT: Barely 5 foot CLOTHING STYLE: Fancy and proper but also fashionable and practice when needed. She can be the picture of a Victorian lady BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: Her dimples!

LAYER 002: THE INSIDE

FEARS: Losing her new family, losing her self, and being utterly alone. GUILTY PLEASURE: Sweets... BIGGEST PET PEEVE: Rudeness, people calling her Vic (though Ace is allowed) AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: To find somewhere she belongs, somewhere happy with the people she loves.

LAYER 003: THOUGHTS

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: What shall the day bring? WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: Jamie and the Doctor WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: How the danger can’t last forever/thank god they survived/thank goodness they’re safe WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: Her ability to be unsuspecting. Oh, and her ability to lockpick....and maybe her loyalty.

LAYER 004: WHAT’S BETTER?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: Oh...well...single, she supposes? TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Both please. Loved because she also loves others so deeply. But respected too because she wants others to take her seriously, thank you very much. BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Oh, well that isn’t a nice question. Both are lovely traits to have, neither is better than the other. DOGS OR CATS: Dogs!

LAYER 005: DO THEY...

LIE: If she must! BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: Sometimes? He just exists to make sure everyone else is OK; his own value is irrelevant. BELIEVE IN LOVE: Oh of course, not just because she’s a rather romantic era. She thinks love is a wonderful and true thing. She’s in love herself...perhaps.. WANT SOMEONE: Yes. A friend. A father. A family.

LAYER 006: HAVE THEY EVER...

BEEN ONSTAGE: No, though she imagines it must be fun. CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: If needed for an adventure, but other than that, never.

LAYER 007: FAVOURITES

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Pink and baby blue. FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Seals, the fluffier the better FAVOURITE BOOK: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland FAVOURITE GAME: She’s very fond of checkers but has discovered she’s very good at Pac Man

LAYER 008: AGE

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: January 2nd HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: Oh! 16!

LAYER 009: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I LOVE: Jamie and the Doctor. I FEEL: frightened. I HIDE: very well, thank you. I MISS: my father. I WISH: we could be somewhere safe and peaceful forever.

Tagged by: best space dad @dxctxrii

Tagging: Y O U!

#[ * ⚜ please don’t call me vic ] out of character #[ * ⚜ leather lungs ] about victoria #[ *⚜ we will now change the subject ] headcanon

arrozaurus

#[ * ⚜ the tardis is my home ] traveling with the doctor #{ SMOL VICTORIAN CUPCAKE DEMANDS SPACE DAD TAKE BETTER CARE OF HIMSELF }

petitedeath

Im madly in love with this 1865 evening gown in striped silk taffeta with lace trimmed striped sheer overlay

#[ * ⚜ leather lungs ] about victoria #{ SHE'D WEAR THAT AND BE CUTE AS A BUTTON }

honeymoonavenue

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#[ * ⚜ leather lungs ] about victoria

thehxghlander asked: “I know, I know - I’m supposed to be dead.”

He was. Those horrible aliens told her so. There weren’t any survivors and now she was all alone. She didn’t want to believe it. It was too horrid to be true. He couldn’t die, he just couldn’t. If she lost Jamie why...why she’d be lost herself. She’d fall apart. But some small part of her desperately clung onto the notion that he was still alive. And thank goodness she had. Or else she would have just...given up, really.

"O-Oh Jamie!” Victoria jumped into his arms, clinging tightly to him as if for dear life. “Oh I’m so happy you’re alive!!”

#thehxghlander #[ * ⚜ for pity’s sake let me go ] queue #[ * ⚜ the tardis is my home ] traveling with the doctor

dxctxrii

@ohhfiddle - continued from here.

FOR SUCH A TINY HUMAN, SHE CERTAINLY EMITTED PLENTY OF STUBBORNNESS.

IT WAS A TRAIT SHE POSSESSED IN ABUNDANCE, AND ONE THAT SELDOM WAVERED. Once her mind had concluded itself on a matter, that was that; vey rarely did anything succeed in changing it. Although it often came at odds with his own ideals, he nevertheless admired her immensely for it - in her world, at least, she would have been expected to exist as little more than an asset; never speaking unless she was spoken to first, never being allowed her own opinion, seldom being offered any opportunity to express herself. Such an archaic society was never going to accomodate Victoria, that The Doctor has ascertained within moments of meeting her. Thus, her removal from it was always going to be their loss, not hers.

HE COULD NOT HELP BUT SMILE AT HER ATTEMPTS TO FORCIBLY REMOVE HIM FROM HIS POSITION, A MUFFLED CHUCKLE AUDIBLE FROM WITHIN HIS CLOSED LIPS. Glancing down at her, he raised an arm and gently ruffled the short, curly locks of her hair, before briefly turning his attention back to the console. With swift movements, he activated the TARDIS’ autopilot function, and, once finished, he offered Victoria an open hand.

HIS NEWFOUND STATUS AS A PARENT WAS ONE THAT CONSISTED OF UNCERTAINTY AFTER UNCERTAINTY. However, as he stared down at the small, pouting, wonderful little girl in front of him, he understood that his own internal struggles were always going to be worth it, as long as she remained happy and safe. That was the most important thing.

“Come along - let’s get you tucked in again, shall we?”

ohhfiddle

Victoria watched eagerly as the Doctor fiddled with the consoles buttons and bobs and finally stepped away, outstretching his hand. The little girl grabbed hold of it gladly. And tightly too. That was always a very important rule with the Doctor: hold on tight, don’t let go.

Especially whenever they had to step out the TARDIS. That was very important. She tried to be very good when it came to things like that. She didn’t want to frighten the Doctor by rushing off anywhere. There were lots of pretty places in the universe but even pretty things could be scary. So she mustn’t ever run off anywhere, without the Doctor.

She liked it that way, after all. She liked doing lots of things with him. Victoria didn’t have too many play mates in her old home. It was rather lonely, and she’d often get chided for going on adventures. The Doctor never chided her like that. That’s why she loved him so! He let her climb trees, or run about, or ask silly questions as much as she’d like. And he looked after her very well. That was the best part!

She had the very best father in the whole of the universe. And she was lucky! With her pout all but vanished now, the girl grinned and with a giggle skipped out of the console room and down the corridor with the Doctor in hand. But rather then make a left to head to her room, she turned right. Towards the Doctor’s room. She opened the door with a bounce and a swish of her hand.

“Well you must get tucked in too!” she declared. He wasn’t getting out of resting that easily! She let go of his hand, and practically jumped into his bed. “You must! You MUST!” With a dramatic little flop she laid down and rolled herself up in the bed sheets, like a little cocoon. “I shan’t sleep until you do!”

#dxctxrii #[ * ⚜ adventures in wonderland ] child verse #{ YA GOTTA S L E E P SPACE PAPA OR ELSE THE SPACE CUPCAKE IS GONNA BE >:( }

dxctxrii said: "I bought matching Christmas pyjamas for us!"

Victoria nearly squeaked with delight. Oh they were positively adorable! They were bright red and looked like they were made of a very soft flannel material, perfect for the chilly weather of winter. But most importantly, there were adorable little green and blue penguins all over the trousers. And the button up top had a little red penguin peaking out of chest pocket with a little winter hat upon it’s head.

“Oh Doctor, they’re absolutely lovely! Thank you!” She held the pyjama set close to her chest, yes it would fit quite nicely. “Did you get a pair for Jamie too?”