through space and time

literate rp || selective, but not restricted to mutuals || loved by Laura || muse and writer 21+ || established december 2018

[sagamemes]

a slightly altered timeline.   send me  ‘ timeline ’  and a number and i will tell you how my muse and their life would have turned out in a life slightly altered compared to their canon one—same universe, but where something little, or something big, went differently.

the timeline in which they live an ideal life, had no opportunities taken from them, were subjected to nothing terrible, where they grew up to fulfil their full potential.

the timeline in which they never met who would become the most influential or important person in their life, or that person was taken from them before they were capable of forming memories.

the timeline in which something important to them happened in a different stage of life.

the timeline in which they knew beforehand of something they would have prevented if given the chance.

the timeline in which they continue on from the current point in their lives to the best happy ending that is within their reach, where nothing that has happened so far is negated but from now on, the happy things start piling up.

the timeline in which everything that could go wrong from this point on… does.

the timeline in which they never experience the loss that taught them something important.

the timeline in which they gain everything they want, except for the thing they wanted the most.

the timeline in which they live the life they currently see the most likely for them.

the timeline in which something big to them never happened.

the timeline in which something very little happened differently, but it changed a lot.

the timeline in which they had a person in their life when they needed one the most.

the timeline in which instead of the most influential person in their life, they had a person who had the complete opposite effect on them.

the timeline in which they took a chance they didn’t in canon.

the timeline in which they let a chance go by.

[pink-yellow-wolf]

Muse vs. Author!

Tagged by: @storminmywake

Tagging: Whoever wants to do this!

This picrew is one of my favorites so far. Really captures my True Aesthetic™️

It also captures Rose’s jean jacket.

[questionnightammo]

Quarantine Asks: Questions You Usually Wouldn’t Think of Asking But You’re Bored AF

Animated character that was your gay awakening?

Grilled cheese or PB&J?

What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on?

Your go-to bar order, if you drink?

What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own?

Top three cuisines?

What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)?

What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had?

Look up. What’s directly across from you?

Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general?

Preferred way to spend a rainy day?

What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted?

Brunch or midnight snacks?

Favorite mug you own

What coffee drink would you describe yourself as?

Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!)

Fruity or herbal teas?

What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless?

That book you were forced to read for class but actually ended up enjoying?

Do you match your socks?

Have you ever been horseback riding?

What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc)

Have you ever been to jail?

What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)?

Puzzles?

You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it?

What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore?

What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now?

Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat?

Where could someone find you in a museum?

What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to?

Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds?

If you could own any non-traditional pet (dogs, cats, fish, rodents, etc), what would it be?

Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs?

You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go?

Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with

Lakes, rivers, or oceans?

Favorite mid-2000s song

How do you dress when you’re home alone?

Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)?

Knives or swords?

A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving

Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie

Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online?

Name a classic Vine

What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store?

How do you top your ice cream?

Do you like Jello?

What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did?

How are you at climbing trees?

[pink-yellow-wolf]

What’s a movie you could watch over and over?

Okay so there’s a couple. One is Disney/Pixar’s Coco and the other is The Princess Bride!

[b1rdwatch3r]

Quarantine ask game!

What’s your go to snack?

What’s a movie you could watch over and over?

Favorite show to binge?

5 songs that make you want to dance?

5 songs that make you feel less lonely?

Favorite meal to cook yourself?

How do you “treat yourself”?

Favorite thing to do when doing self care?

Who have you been talking to the most?

One thing you really miss right now?

If you could be self isolated with anyone who would it be?

Do you have any pets?

Favorite videgames?

Favorite podcasts?

Favorite YouTubers?

Wake up time?

Sleep time?

If you could go anywhere right now where would it be?

What’s a change you want to keep when self isolation is over?

Have you learned something?

Any new skills?

What’s a hobby you’d like to start learning?

What’s something you’d like to get better at?

What food do you wish you had right now?

Your go to quarantine outfit?

What have you done today?

Any plans for tomorrow?

What’s on your “to watch” list?

Any musicians/bands you’ve discovered?

Post a selfie right now!!

Post pictures of your pets!

When was the last time you drank water?

When was the last time you ate?

When was the last time you got up and stretched?

Favorite song right now?

Favorite social media to scroll through?

What’s the last thing you ate?

What’s the weather like where you are?

Have you been playing animal crossing?

How are you feeling?

Who’s the last person you texted?

What does your last text message say with no context?

Post a meme that made you laugh recently!

Outdoor activity you’d like to do right now?

Something you’re looking forward to when quarantine is over?

Someone you’d like to see when quarantine is over?

Any new games coming out you want to play?

New shows you’ve discovered?

Most comfortable piece of clothing you have?

Ask anything!!

[angelprompts]

without checking first, send me a number from 1-20 and I’ll write you a starter for our muses based in the setting of the image you picked !

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[pink-yellow-wolf]

Reminder that my version of Rose is insanely weak for Nine in particular. I don’t make the rules, she does. This is just something I live with. Anytime any Nine wants her attention JUST DO IT.

[storminmywake]

closed || pink-yellow-wolf

@pink-yellow-wolf​

He looked down long and hard at the key she had placed in his hand moments before looking back at to the being who had put it there. 

John didn’t tend to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this felt too good to be true. “But why me? ‘m clearly not the first person you’ve decided to take along, but why would you possibly want a broken old soldier fer a travelling companion?”

[pink-yellow-wolf]

“Now jus’ what d’you think you’re implying?” Incredulity brought sharpness to memory clouded eyes, her face a perfect theatrical paragon of shock. “Did you jus’ insult my taste in companions?”

The Doctor-no, no...not the right name anymore. The one she was stuck with, sure. But deserved? No. Having neatly blown her past to pieces and watched it rain down in ash, it did most certainly seem time to be called something different. Something more accurate. And somehow, most honorifics that came to mind were rather cruel.

Perhaps it was time to learn something from human beings and just find herself a name? A proper one, one others wouldn’t pause at the mention of. Well, suffice for now, whoever this new face was going to be gave John a bit of a shove. Not enough to be cruel, mind, but enough to show her distaste for his line of questioning.

But this wasn’t the time, was it? For hiding and laughter and deflection. Funny, usually the beginning of things was exactly the time for that. Well, in hindsight, perhaps this wasn’t so surprising. This one did seem rather set on being contrary.

Empathy could very well be fatal right now, an admission of the truth crippling. At best it would frighten him off. That, too, could be some unforeseen breaking point. Saying nothing didn’t seem to have much more promising a set of outcomes. The silence around them drew out a bit too long as the Doctor contemplated just how to put this, how not to seem condescending or desperate, or worse both.

“You’re more than what you’ve done, you know. ‘Sides, isn’t most of being a soldier doing what you’re told? Not what you wanted to or were proud of?” And maybe that hint of understanding alone pushed Icarus into the sun. But no, no tears came. And he miraculously seemed little the wiser. After momentary panic subsided, she realized that wasn’t exactly an answer to his question.

Then again, it was a difficult question to answer when she hadn’t quite puzzled out yet why he seemed so obviously special to her.

“Out of everyone and everything I’ve seen, you are different.” Her hand closed around his, which in turn was closed around the key. “This might sound strange, matter of fact it absolutely will. But I don’ usually know this early why I’ve chosen anyone. Sometimes the second I see someone I jus’ know.”

Out of all the multitudes she’d met, it seemed almost every time as though time itself slowed to a halt whenever the Doctor met anyone who would be important to her. Only ever for a moment, only ever in her mind, but the fact remained that it did happen.

A greeting usually, in one disastrous occasion a punch, and this time grabbing a stranger’s hand, slowed down to nothing as if to ensure that her own inherent sort of idiocy wouldn’t let her swan on past someone who she needed wanted around.

“I do know tha’ I’m almost never wrong. An’ I do know tha’ you’re not scared off yet. An’ I also know tha’ I trust you.” And maybe that was just a really long indirect way of saying that she believed in him, that in some inexplicable way he’s captivated her. But then again, maybe it wasn’t. After all, there weren’t any witnesses.

“It’ll take some time t’ find out exactly why, or at least it usually does. But we got plenty of that, yeah?” A bright laugh as she let go of his hand, a wink. And surprisingly, the laugh was very much so bordering on the genuine. No hint of any broken heart could quite seem to ruin it.

[eugenieroe]

can we all agree that pressing foreheads together is an underrated act of affection??

[littlelovelymemes]

 ✰   —  —  —  BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  do you think we’re gonna die here tonight?  ’ ‘  it’s horrifying, chilling… just over all not good.  ’ ‘  should we just get this over with?  ’ ‘  he’s a fucking criminal.  ’ ‘  sharing is caring? meh, go fuck yourself.  ’ ‘  oh god, um… oh my god, i fucking hate this.  ’ ‘  stop banging on the door, you dick.  ’ ‘  what. the fuck. is wrong with you.  ’ ‘  i gotta be honest, this doesn’t really compel me very much.  ’ ‘  that was a joke that i made and then it formed your opinion on it.  ’ ‘  flip that switch. do you think that’s the murder switch?  ’ ‘  this is embarrassing. this is embarrassing for you, i think.  ’ ‘  no one’s ghost-proof.  ’ ‘  i’m ghost-proof.  ’ ‘  you’re not ghost-proof. you’re just an idiot who refuses to see proof.  ’ ‘  i’m ghost-proof, baby!  ’ ‘  that sounded like will smith!  ’ ‘  is will smith dead? has anyone checked the news?!  ’ ‘  the problem is if there’s something that attacks us down here, i’m going to hit my head on the ceiling and my skull will smash.  ’ ‘  alright, buddy. keep your wits about ya.  ’ ‘  let’s get the fuck out of here.  ’ ‘  i kind of just looked into places that would make me wanna die and i think this checks that box.  ’ ‘  did i just blind you? good, good, good. it’ll give you the vision.  ’ ‘  take a drink!  ’ ‘  i’m gonna get you all tanked.  ’ ‘  what do you expect? what insight are you trying to gather from here?  ’ ‘  maybe the noise is a little snake. can you imagine a little snake wrapped around a little pickaxe with a little hat on?  ’ ‘  i’m not trying to do that whole dismissive thing, but… i’m dismissing it.  ’ ‘  alright. alright, man. you just gotta chill.  ’ ‘  i thought ‘glory hole’ used to mean something very innocuous, though.  ’ ‘  it’s where the men fucked the earth hoping to impregnate it with gold.  ’ ‘  a bug flew up my nose.  ’ ‘  i think i’ve swallowed about six tablespoons of bugs at this point.  ’ ‘  it’s so silent aside from the bugs in my ears.  ’ ‘  a bat flew right behind you just now.  ’ ‘  that bat was straight-up going for your ass… it was an ass bat.  ’ ‘  dude, i’m so nervous.  ’ ‘  how can you be nervous with a beautiful sunset like that?  ’ ‘  there’s some pretty shitty things that have happened to people around here.  ’ ‘  can you even look at least a little bit worried?  ’ ‘  yeah, i’m fucking nervous, man. i feel like i’m gonna vomit.  ’ ‘  we’re all assholes here.  ’ ‘  i don’t know why i phrased it ‘lucky for us.’ i think i was feeling brave when i wrote this.  ’ ‘  yeah, this isn’t lucky for you at all.  ’ ‘  i’m gonna try and avoid saying ‘demon’ as much as i can.  ’ ‘  i’m not gonna let you goad me into this, i know what you’re trying to do.  ’ ‘  shut up. we’re moving on.  ’ ‘  you know what? i’m not trying to scare you, but… i got a bad feeling about this one.  ’ ‘  why are you unbuttoning your pants? we’re in public right now.  ’ ‘  oh… you’ve out-dumbed yourself.  ’ ‘  you know, i thought this was gonna be funny, but now i’m actually happy that i have it.  ’ ‘  i’m a whole other coin. just like a chill ass wheat-back penny.  ’ ‘  i’m doing it for the betterment of the science.  ’ ‘  any demons here? you got any demons out tonight? any horn-y boys or whatever they are.  ’ ‘  you may not like this… i’m gonna try to agitate it.  ’ ‘  you do what you gotta do and i’ll do what i gotta do.  ’ ‘  i’m just gonna be as crude as possible here.  ’ ‘  no, no, no. just right out of the gate. why build up?  ’ ‘  if you don’t believe then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right?  ’ ‘  you can be is big of a prick as you want, but i’m staying over here.  ’ ‘  if you want me off this bridge, you’re gonna have to kill me.  ’ ‘  nope! don’t loop me into your shit!  ’ ‘  stop looping me. i hate when you do this to me in demon places.  ’ ‘  i’m not part of his little charade.  ’ ‘  children will come here and tell tales about me.  ’ ‘  shut the fuck up – i’m gonna murder you.  ’ ‘  oh what a load of horse shit.  ’ ‘  oh, skip the theatrics and just go into it.  ’ ‘  if you want me off this bridge, you’re gonna have to throw me off.  ’ ‘  you gotta admit, that is an effective technique.  ’ ‘  no, it’s not an effective technique. it’s a way to get killed.  ’ ‘  that’s not how you get them, shut up.  ’ ‘  when’s the last time you ever walked into the dark woods?  ’ ‘  this is so much scarier than hunting fucking sasquatch.  ’ ‘  people usually feel overcome with emotion in here, like a violent emotion.  ’ ‘  give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous. i would appreciate that.  ’ ‘  by the way, these woods are also scary because of the people that might be in there.  ’ ‘  i mean, people are greater threats than demons or ghouls.  ’ ‘  i can’t fight, you can’t fight.  ’ ‘  you’re like one of those carwash floaty things that are out front just wiggling around.  ’ ‘  anyone doing up to no good out here?  ’ ‘  one of these times we’re gonna die.  ’ ‘  oh shit! there’s something over there. i don’t know what it is, but the bushes are moving.   ’ ‘  i just heard a scream.  ’ ‘  well, if we just make it seem like we’re in on it, like… we’re here for the cult stuff.  ’ ‘  we’re here for the cult stuff. we saw the ad on craigslist.  ’ ‘  it feels weird to even joke. i’m so fucking scared right now.  ’ ‘  oh sure they’d be hiding in the bushes. they’re cultists.  ’ ‘  i keep collecting spiderwebs on my face and now i’m just sort of immune to them. i’m just letting them accumulate.  ’ ‘  well, you are just a giant stick walking around.  ’ ‘  oh, this looks fun… an odd collection of branches. looks like a witch lair or something.  ’ ‘  hello? you can’t be doing occult stuff like this. it’s a weeknight.  ’ ‘  dude, wait. you’re fucking crazy.  ’ ‘  you need to chill. you need to chill out.  ’ ‘  hey man, it’s just a plant.  ’ ‘  we kicked goatman off the bridge, it’s ours now.  ’ ‘  goatman, are you out here in the woo– well, he’s out here in the woods ‘cause he’s not tending to his bridge.  ’ ‘  clearly. that’s why finders keepers and all that.  ’ ‘  hey, if there’s cultists out there… i gotta let you know, my pal has a water gun.  ’ ‘  i don’t like this, i don’t like this one bit.  ’ ‘  we are hearing noise from all sides at this point. it’s very blair witch.  ’ ‘  yeah, let’s leave.  ’ ‘  the name ‘steve’ doesn’t really strike fear into the heart.  ’ ‘  i’ll go along with this. fun gimmick.  ’ ‘  well demons, it’s been fun.  ’ ‘  as we snuff these candles so too do we snuff you from this mortal world, you fucking wimp.  ’ ‘  this bridge is officially mine. they’ll tell legends of me here.  ’ ‘  oh god, i feel like i’ve gone to the dark side.  ’ ‘  just gloat a little bit. this is a win for you.  ’

[thruspace]

@pink-yellow-wolf​ liked for a shippy-ish starter!

“Did I ever finish readin’ 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea t’you?” it’s a question that seems to come out of the blue, permeates the rare bout of silence that hangs in air. Part of the outburst, the Doctor knows, is his desire for noise. Any noise. Even the burr of his own voice. Part of it, too, is his rather ineffectual way of conveying that he’d like to spend time with Rose; beyond the running about, beyond the saving the universe. Something a bit more, well, boring.

He’s rather pointedly avoided looking at Rose, mind, because he knows that he’s liable to start getting awkward if he does. “S’ppose the better question there would be whether y’actually want me t’read the rest of it t’you. Was it your kinda thing?” It had been a bit spur of the moment the last time they were in the library, after all, but she hadn’t stopped him. That, naturally, had only encouraged him. “We can make it a bit more of an event this time. Blankets an’ a nice warm fire, or somethin’ like that.”

[pink-yellow-wolf]

Rose had seen enough of the universe with him by now to know that days like this mattered far more to her than those spent somewhere new. His question pulled her away from daydreams and charcoal, the side of her hand stained an inky black from the detritus of her sketches. The alien landscape she’d been committing to artistic memory could wait.

The flutter of paper being dropped to the nearest ledge filled momentary silence before Rose shook her head. “No, y’didn’t. Then again, y’don’ finish half of what y’start near as I can tell.” A mocking glint momentarily clouded kind, somewhat bleary eyed. She nudged his shoulder with her own, her usual little way of reassuring him that she didn’t mean it. Well, mostly didn’t mean it.

She almost laughed, rather taken aback by his second question. Had he really not figured out yet that she’d latch on to just about any reason to spend more time with him? Any peaceful day, just them, was very much looked forward to. Not to mention that it was ever so nice to hear wonderful new stories without losing her place far too many times. Her attention span somehow fared far better focused on him than on trying to read uninterrupted. Rose preferred not to question why that was so, or even think about it too long...too late. Marvelous. Now neither of them could look at each other.

“I’d like that.” A smile crept onto her face despite the awkwardness of her own thoughts being so loud all of a sudden. “Seems like we’re past due for a day with no running’, yeah?”

[nbspacechild]

pink-yellow-wolf‌:

Something here was deeply wrong, even outside Rose’s own mourning heart. Nothing about the blood and this stranger and the timing being so off when she’d tried so hard felt at all right. Their ship? Oh like hell it was. There was the wrongness, crashing in and raising her suspicions past the usual level of paranoia that had settled in her mind these last few years.

“Rose Tyler-Smith. You don’t have time for the whole story, I guarantee it.” Half-truths might as well have been her religion at this point, providing her the perpetual opportunity to break and run, or at least not to relive old, painful memories. “‘Sides, not about to tell my life’s story to someone I don’ trust.”

Kaleb laughed, not something wicked but something broken, unsettled, and uncomfortable, the kind of laugh they’d give at one of their father’s so-called “jokes,” the awful statements he made to amuse himself when everyone wished he would leave them alone.

“Don’t I? I have plenty of time, y’know,” they bore their fangs, just for a moment, as if to tease her. “It’s my ship because I say it is, because my father squandered his good name by killing for sport, and he’s no longer worthy of it. So, start talking, Rose.”

[pink-yellow-wolf]

Oh to hell with this day. To hell and wherever else she could possibly put it so it would stop happening. A bit of gold wreathed her eyes, panic turning itself to suspicion and suspicion to wrath that she carefully had to tuck away. After all, what use was getting angry at a situation that couldn’t possibly be real? No, she can’t have found this place again. And even if she had, she didn’t think it could have gotten worse.

And yet, here she was, paralyzed entirely. The golden force inside her wouldn’t let her flee in fear. Her humanity wouldn’t let her do anything to rend even this wretched timeline. Her mind was a battleground, already shot full of holes. But she wasn’t about to tell anyone else about that.

Through the instinct to flee and the growing feeling of general sickness, Rose told them as little as she could get away with. She didn’t owe anybody, let alone some stranger from this disgusting turn of events, the pain of looking back at her past in detail. She told them of life before, long before. Of loss after loss. Of love, of family, most recently of her husband, whose departure had utterly devastated her, especially since she still had not aged. Perhaps could not age. All thanks to defending the indefensible and sacrificing her mind.

“And by the way, this bloody box is as much mine as it is yours. Given tha’ s’in my head an’ all after all these years. Maybe tha’s why I’m two for two on finding this wretched place, eh? Ol’ girl trying to bring me where I’m ‘needed’. Too late for that.”

[kissedbymischief]

“Now you listen t’ me. Wha’ever any of this means, wha’ever it changes, I’m here.” Sure, there was no way for her to understand. But then again, the limits of human understanding had been surpassed long ago for Rose. And when she couldn’t understand, she found that to love was the only useful alternative . To be steady and kind and there, ready for whatever may come. “C’mere. It’s gonna be okay.” Rose didn’t know when, but it had to be someday, if only she tried hard enough to make it so. (WIFE)

It wouldn’t ever be okay again, not really. Theta had a life before this universe, and a life after it. Two separate things, woven together by a cruel universe and even crueller inhabitants. Yes, there was the possibility of remembering eventually - but how many years were stolen from her? How many things had she done that were not her choices? How could she recognize where she was from?

These questions made her throat tighten, tears prick at her eyes, and her hands ball into fists. But she took a deep breath as she listened to Rose’s words, and experienced the rare rest she was allowed to have.

Stepping into Rose’s arms, she let out a forceful gust of breath, heating up her wife’s sleeve, and fought the urge to scream.

“I’m no’ supposed t’ be here...” Theta mumbled, feeling like a ghost on another level of existence.

[kissedbymischief]

Of course, she knew Rose had a point. But it was terrifying to have all the knowledge of yourself tossed out a window and thrown into a blender and then dissolved in a vat of acid. She was still reeling from the acidic tingle in her mouth.

Theta sat quietly with her for a while then, letting Rose comfort her, letting her own breathing and hearts even out, and shut her eyes again to explore Rose’s consciousness imprint, to bask in its warmth and kindness, that fiery glow that she knew wasn’t coming from the big Bad Wolf.

“You’re a shop girl an’ so much more,” she added finally, just then processing the bits and details. “An’ of course you’d yell at your mum some more, wouldn’t we all?” She pressed a kiss to the crook of Rose’s neck, up her jaw, to her temple, hands settling tightly on her waist.

“An’ I know I love you. And my fam. And I know- I know what I’ve done recently, I think that counts. Maybe. It’s all a bit- fuzzy now... Gives me a migraine.” One of her hands relinquished its hold to rub at her own temples, her lips stretched into a grimace. “I’m so tired, love.”

[pink-yellow-wolf]

Whatever it would take to make this right, Rose was ready to do. At any time, if need be. At any cost, certainly. Any sacrifice still wouldn’t seem too much, not for her. But those frantic schemes were forced down into a deeper layer of thought, saved for later, once her mind wasn’t being quite so prodded and explored (not that she minded, not one bit.) It was simply too much to deal with when trying to think properly, and therefore proper thought was banished for the foreseeable future. Rose’s mind settled into a pleasant haze of sorts, peace settling over her despite the pain of the day. Somehow, very little darkness was capable of surviving moments like this, filled with hard-won joy.

“Of course that counts. If y’can’t remember, trust me, I c’n is em I’d you of every kind, beautiful thing you’ve ever done since I met you. Pretty sure I haven’t forgotten any.” She was only barely joking. Even after all this time, Rose found it quite hard to forget every little thing that had left her no choice but to fall in love. “Well, then. Seems we’d bedd ST t get up before we fall asleep like this, yeah? Don’ need to have identity crises an’ achy backs in the morning.” There was an almost bitter laugh as Rose forced herself up, out of the warmth of Theta’s embrace. Rose extended her hands down, waiting to pull her up and hold on tight. “Wait, you? Probably th’ most advanced mind in this universe an’ y’ still get migraines? What’s th’ point of all that extra brain, then?” Rose laugher, bumping Theta’s shoulder playfully. Finally, she got to be the one to poke fun at the other’s mind. Not exactly something that she often has the chance to do.

[nbspacechild]

pink-yellow-wolf‌:

“The usual, then.” A tired smile cut through a vicious gaze, softening a battle weary face. “Should stop tryin’, really. No point, is there?” Rose’s head fell back against the wall with a resounding thunk, but she didn’t particularly care. Wasn’t enough to hurt her, didn’t matter.

“Don’ know why I’m askin’ you. Wait. M’ahead of myself. Who in th’ bloody…” No. She might not exactly be good with children anymore but Rose did still try not to swear at them. “Who are you an’ what are you doing here?”

They recognized her, vaguely, from the TARDIS records—or, at least, they thought they did, but some of their father’s former companions had blurred together in their mind. Oh well. They folded their arms and shrugged.

“Kaleb, I use they/them pronouns, and this,” they indicated the TARDIS, the exterior of which still spoke of blood stains, “is my ship. Who’re you and how do you know the Doctor?”

[pink-yellow-wolf]

Something here was deeply wrong, even outside Rose’s own mourning heart. Nothing about the blood and this stranger and the timing being so off when she’d tried so hard felt at all right. Their ship? Oh like hell it was. There was the wrongness, crashing in and raising her suspicions past the usual level of paranoia that had settled in her mind these last few years.

“Rose Tyler-Smith. You don’t have time for the whole story, I guarantee it.” Half-truths might as well have been her religion at this point, providing her the perpetual opportunity to break and run, or at least not to relive old, painful memories. “‘Sides, not about to tell my life’s story to someone I don’ trust.”

[kissedbymischief]

“Now you listen t’ me. Wha’ever any of this means, wha’ever it changes, I’m here.” Sure, there was no way for her to understand. But then again, the limits of human understanding had been surpassed long ago for Rose. And when she couldn’t understand, she found that to love was the only useful alternative . To be steady and kind and there, ready for whatever may come. “C’mere. It’s gonna be okay.” Rose didn’t know when, but it had to be someday, if only she tried hard enough to make it so. (WIFE)

It wouldn’t ever be okay again, not really. Theta had a life before this universe, and a life after it. Two separate things, woven together by a cruel universe and even crueller inhabitants. Yes, there was the possibility of remembering eventually - but how many years were stolen from her? How many things had she done that were not her choices? How could she recognize where she was from?

These questions made her throat tighten, tears prick at her eyes, and her hands ball into fists. But she took a deep breath as she listened to Rose’s words, and experienced the rare rest she was allowed to have.

Stepping into Rose’s arms, she let out a forceful gust of breath, heating up her wife’s sleeve, and fought the urge to scream.

“I’m no’ supposed t’ be here...” Theta mumbled, feeling like a ghost on another level of existence.

[kissedbymischief]

Theta sniffed, let her hand cradle that rosy cheek as it came forward with her motions. And she shook her head, her gaze then lost to the corridor, her focus somewhere in her bleary head.

“They’re all gone now. I’m sure of it. There’s nothing to direct your anger toward.”

Eventually, she sat up more enough to change support, to have Rose in her arms instead, and burrowed her face into that shiny, soft hair; they both had blonde hair now - that was exciting.

“I really don’t know who I am anymore. Proper. If I had a name before being here, if I had a family. I know nothing - and I’m... That scares me, Rose.”

Few things terrified Theta. Not knowing who she was was one of them.

But Rose was here, being as perfect as could be, and she was grateful. So Theta gave her forehead a kiss in turn, and trailed her lips all the way down to Rose’s for a soft peck.

“I love you, ya know.”

[pink-yellow-wolf]

“Used t’ think I was gone, too. If we ever find out you’re wrong, promise they’ll be dead before they even know who I am.” That promise, at least, gave the golden demon in her mind something to stay occupied with. Rose knew she’d be able to sense anyone responsible in moments, and it was almost a point of pride for once.

“Weeeeeell...” And there was that drawl, picked up from another spouse from forever ago. “Y’must’ve had a name. Don’ care how advanced an’ powerful you are. Everyone has a name, even if it’s just the one they call themselves. An’ of course y’had a family. Still do. Not rememberin’ doesnt make whoever they were not your family. Can try t’ find them if y’want.”

“Y’know what this means, right? Means from now on y’can be whoever you want to be. Nobody’s expectations but your own an’ all that. What y’don’ know, y’have plenty of time to figure out, yeah? But I think you do know exactly who you are. Maybe not where y’came from or why you are who you are, an’ I know tha’ must be overwhelming. But who you are isn’t where you came from or who raised you. Y’think I’m just some poor London shop girl still? Think I shout at everything tha’ moves like Mum does?” Sure, her own journey couldn’t even compare to the devastation of now, but Rose knew she had a point.

“You’re so much more than that. Even if we never get the answers, you’re still you. Y’still try to save everyone, an’ y’re always goin’ t’ be a terrible driver, an’ you’ll never listen t’ me when I say you’re pushing yourself too much. An’ you’ll always look at the stars like they’re th’ most beautiful mystery in the world. An’ I know those sound like such little things, but they’re you.” Rose knew she didn’t have the words to say what she really meant, to say that circumstances and past and future be damned, Theta was the most important and wonderful person alive, that week she was was utterly perfect in all her imperfections and inconsistencies. That there was no answer out there in the world that could change who she had become, and how grateful Rose was for that fact.

“Love you more and forever and ever and ever.” Rose let herself settle in with her forehead pressed to Theta’s, her eyes shut and arms still holding on tight to the love of her life.

[nbspacechild]

@pink-yellow-wolf​

“Sorry, ma’am, but you’ve just missed the Doctor, by, hm, a few hundred years?”

[pink-yellow-wolf]

“The usual, then.” A tired smile cut through a vicious gaze, softening a battle weary face. “Should stop tryin’, really. No point, is there?” Rose’s head fell back against the wall with a resounding thunk, but she didn’t particularly care. Wasn’t enough to hurt her, didn’t matter.

“Don’ know why I’m askin’ you. Wait. M’ahead of myself. Who in th’ bloody...” No. She might not exactly be good with children anymore but Rose did still try not to swear at them. “Who are you an’ what are you doing here?”

[kissedbymischief]

“Now you listen t’ me. Wha’ever any of this means, wha’ever it changes, I’m here.” Sure, there was no way for her to understand. But then again, the limits of human understanding had been surpassed long ago for Rose. And when she couldn’t understand, she found that to love was the only useful alternative . To be steady and kind and there, ready for whatever may come. “C’mere. It’s gonna be okay.” Rose didn’t know when, but it had to be someday, if only she tried hard enough to make it so. (WIFE)

It wouldn’t ever be okay again, not really. Theta had a life before this universe, and a life after it. Two separate things, woven together by a cruel universe and even crueller inhabitants. Yes, there was the possibility of remembering eventually - but how many years were stolen from her? How many things had she done that were not her choices? How could she recognize where she was from?

These questions made her throat tighten, tears prick at her eyes, and her hands ball into fists. But she took a deep breath as she listened to Rose’s words, and experienced the rare rest she was allowed to have.

Stepping into Rose’s arms, she let out a forceful gust of breath, heating up her wife’s sleeve, and fought the urge to scream.

“I’m no’ supposed t’ be here...” Theta mumbled, feeling like a ghost on another level of existence.

[pink-yellow-wolf]

“Neither am I.” Just another thing they now had in common, said in a tone just jovial enough to hide that similar undercurrent of not belonging that had been seeded in Rose all the way back on that beach the first time, and doubled and tripled with each subsequent jump. Matter of fact, she wasn’t exactly sure where she was meant to be either. Somehow, though, Rose was okay with that. Or at least, she had to be.

As gracefully as possible (which was still not all that gracefully given how tight a grasp she maintained on Theta, and how close to simply collapsing in shock Rose had already been), she leaned them back against the wall before sliding down it. Sitting on the floor, while hardly preferable, did at least afford them both the chance to stop for once.

“M’so sorry.” It was the faintest of whispers, and in truth a very uncertain statement in part. Of course she was sorry for what others had done, sorry that any part of it had happened to someone who she couldn’t help but view as the most important being in the universe. But Rose didn’t have it in her to be sorry that Theta was here. Maybe that was horrendously selfish, but she just couldn’t be sorry that cruel fate had allowed them to meet in a shocking act of kindness.

“Y’know wha’ I think. An’ sure it’s not a perfect answer, an’ there’s still a lot wrong with it...but I don’t believe in ‘supposed to be’ anymore. You are here, an’ a whole lot of people here care about you. You’re s’posed to be wherever you want to be.”

Maybe that sounded fake, or naive. Rose hadn’t a way of knowing anything except that it was true. For her, at least, she’d discarded ‘meant to be’ a long time ago. She’d fought her way back over and over not because she was meant to be back here, but because she so desperately wanted to be.

Her hands smoothed through Theta’s hair, the softest of smiles on her face as a last defense against a torrent of angry tears. She wasn’t about to fall apart, not when she was needed. Not when she could at least try to set things into some new sort of normal.

[kissedbymischief]

Theta was thankful for the extra support of the floor, because she wasn’t sure if her knees or Rose could have supported her much longer. It was nice to be somewhere that wouldn’t pull her feel out from underneath her. There, wrapped in her wife’s arms, Theta laid her head in Rose’s lap and shut her eyes as she listened even more, got lost in her smooth, cockney voice, the warmth of her stomach and thighs creating a soothing bed for Theta’s aching head.

Deep down, she knew she was right; she wouldn’t ever choose to leave, loved her friends, loved her wife, and the only reason she had all of them was because she was spat out here, allowed to live, allowed to love. She wouldn’t give this up for anything.

But to have the maleficent creation of her own species thrust upon her in a searing bout of mind-war shattered her resolve completely, her thoughts only fueled by emotions as she tried to piece herself back together.

Wife.

She had people she loved. That was enough. So she looked back up at Rose’s face, seeing the burning glow of the anger in her pupils, and reached to stroke her cheek with a collected face.

“You don’t have to be strong for me.”

[pink-yellow-wolf]

“Y’know I’m still very tempted t’ destroy everyone involved. Could do it, too.” She was certainly strong enough, and certainly angry enough. But first priority would be healing the precious woman in her arms. She could decimate the fallout of this situation later.

“An’ tha’s where you’re wrong. I absolutely have t’ be strong. If f’r no other reason th’n both of us being sympathetic criers. One of us has to not cry or else we’ll both be going for hours.” We’ll, she did eventually have to say something to lighten the mood, and plus it was tremendously true. The worst bout so far had been 4 hours, and Rose didn’t intend for them to go through that amount of tears again.

“Besides,” the teasing tone fell from her voice, replaced with the sound of tiredness mixed with love. “You’ve been through enough on your own, yeah? Time t’ let someone else take on some of it.” She couldn’t very well take away the pain, couldn’t undo what they’d done, but Rose was confident in her ability to help restore some sort of stability into their lives. “Pretty sure I made a few promises ‘bout being here for you no matter what.” Rose leaned down to press a kiss to Theta’s forehead, the tears for now forced from her eyes.