*STAR MAN

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    “The screen on the microwave oven just says CHILD on it; I don’t understand, is it broken or asking for a sacrifice?”

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[thedepp]

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  IRVING BRAXIATEL                   PHAEDRA                              ULYSSES 

        canon divergent                                        oc                                          canon divergent          @braxiateltm                                   @wrongtwin                                     @slowpaths

                                                        ADORED BY RONNIE.

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travelxhopefully·:

Not true? Was he talking to himself? …Or someone she couldn’t see? She’d understand that. Whatever it was, she made no comment on it for she didn’t care enough to question it. So long as he answered her questions, she cared little for anything else. She probably should but he lost his chances a long time ago. 

The word ‘glitch’ had rubbed her the wrong way. How dare he call her sister a goddamn glitch. 

❝ Did you get rid of her? Or did the high council have something to do with it? ❞

“No! No.” He answered quickly because he didn’t want any affiliation with the council. “The council didn’t know she existed... We had to keep her from them, we had to. But she was so dangerous the cousins wanted her gone because she was a black mark on the house. I swear...”      He had been terrified of her capabilities, but she was still his daughter. He tried to love her the way Penelope loved her, he tried.     ‘You did the best you could, my love.’ “No... No, I was a chickenshit.”

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Though John looked wary of her, perhaps even scared of her, she couldn’t bring herself to feel an ounce of pity for the man, fixing him with a hard stare as she simply watched his reaction to her. While he wasn’t outright denying it, he was trying to convince her ( or himself ) that he was no longer that man, the Gallifreyan. 

Eyes flicked down to the plaque for a split second before fixing back on John. 

❝ John, huh? I’m sorry but I don’t need John right now. I need Ulysses. ❞

Steps took her around the desk, closer towards him. Her usual peppy self was nowhere to be seen, a menacing force to be reckoned with taking its place. She’d get answers, even if she had to force it from him.

❝ You took my memories of her away from me. Why? ❞

He had vortex thoughts. A phrase which meant he was absolutely bonkers. His sanity had slipped a long time ago and over time it had got both better and worse. It wasn’t a constant anymore, which was good, but when it slipped again it was bad.        ‘I told you this’d ‘appen, love.’ a familiar woman’s voice told him. ‘I told you it’s no good keeping secrets from family.’  “That’s not true.” He argued back at the air before turning back to the Doctor, “They would’ve taken you too.” He nodded very, very insistently, “We had to do something about the Glitch because she was a danger. You wouldn’t stop asking after her and I kept telling you, and telling you, to stop... stop... stop.” He turned to face whatever imaginary figure he had spoken to previously for a moment as if looking for encouragement or guidance.       ‘Go on.’   “They said I had to do something before they did something. They would’ve killed us all given half the chance.”

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onebeatleft·:

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clara couldn’t believe what she was hearing. the tardis had brought her there instead of to the doctor. & perhaps that meant she couldn’t see the man she loved again, but the tardis had brought her here instead. a man who’s accent seemed a little thicker, a man that seemed flustered by her arrival in all the wrong ways.

❝ double negative. ❞ she said simply.❝ sorry, i was an english teacher before i became immortal. now be honest with me before i give area 51 a quick ring. you know the doctor. the tardis says you’re related. do you know where he is? ❞

The threat of Area 51 panicked him a little bit. Not much, but enough to consider how he was going to utter his next words very, very carefully.   "I don’t know.” The was the truth. “We’re not in contact. I haven’t been to Gallifrey in --” he puffed his cheeks out as he tried to calculate the sheer amount of years he’d been away.  “-- It’s an easy 800 years.”

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@slowpaths /cont. ★

She lets herself into the room, closing the door behind her with such gentleness that starkly contrasted the raging anger within. So this is where he ran to, was it? Earth. Of course he would run to Earth and hide there, abandon everyone who ever cared about him, abandon his people… abandon his family. 

❝ Phaedra. Or don’t you remember her too, papa? ❞

Her words were dripping with venom, advancing on the man who she used to call family until she was stood at the desk. If he thought he was going to get away with this, pretend he didn’t know, or try to dismiss her, he had another thing coming.

Oh, by the gods, he’d cracked again.  He really must stop staying so late.    He knew that name. He knew of his children only one called him Papa... This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be. It’d been nearly two thousand years! He stood up when she approached his desk, avoiding any eye contact with a wince on his face as if he were in physical pain.  “Not real. Not real.” His eyes fell on a photograph. An old Victorian photograph of a woman with hair that disappeared beneath the frame. He pushed it so it would lay face down on the desk, “Don’t look at me like that. You-- You-- No.” He waggled his finger at the Doctor, in confusion more than anything else, “You’re -- no, I’m not that man, I’m-- Look, I have letters.” He pointed to the plaque on his desk that read Prof. John U. Peregrine BA MA Ph.D.

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❝ You were wrong to take her from me. ❞ Guess who? The Doctor has found him and she is far from happy.

He was wrapping up for the day, sat awkwardly cross-legged on his seat as he graded papers and listened to classical music very softly. The woman’s sudden intrusion caught him completely off guard and confused him all the same.    “I’m – what?”

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ONE. The Cellist. TWO. The Broken. THREE. The Pessimist. FOUR. The Optimist. FIVE. The Human. SIX. The Dreamer.

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"He was going to murder Koschei - I protected him!" Theta said. He wasn't annoyed with his father, simply with the implications of his actions. He didn't want to face the consequences. "He didn't regenerate, Irving helped get rid of the body, there's no evidence - there's nothing. Torvic had it coming!"

“No, no, no, I’m sorry? Irving did what?”    That angered him. Angered. Ulysses only got angry at two things; politicians, and instruction manuals. Braxiatel, just lately, was falling into the politician category with his father. He stood up and moved to the door to call up the stairs. “IRVING BRAXIATEL, GET YOUR ATTITUDE DOWN HERE NOW!”

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"No, you." Phaedra whispered softly. She hid her face behind a stuffed animal, her fingers trembling with fear. The nightmare had clearly shaken her - and she wasn't the type of person that ought to be shaken. "Papa..."

   This wasn’t her.As awful as it was to think about, he couldn’t shake the feeling this was a trap. How hideous it made him feel to not trust his own Tot. “Phaedra… Can’t your brother help?”

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onebeatleft·:

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❝ you do - i know you do. don’t think i’m an idiot just because i’m pretty, i’ve spent a very long time working all this out. ❞ clara said firmly, pointing a finger at the man. she wouldn’t have come here if she wasn’t sure of it. subconsciously she brought a hand to her chest, rubbing at where her heart was before she continued.

❝ a man. named the doctor. but that’s not his name - simply a title he goes by. he’s an alien, & my tardis has helped me trace everything i can just to find some kind of connection to him, it brought me to you. ❞ she admitted, looking at him sadly.❝ i thought it would’ve taken me to him. ❞

    “Well, y’ worked it out wrong.” He drawled, his American accent getting a little thicker in the presence of a Brit. Oh boy. That name. Why did he always get a foreboding sense of doom whenever that name was mentioned? No, he wasn’t doing this. He’d spent lifetimes building himself. “I’m tellin’ you, you got the wrong guy. I don’t know no aliens, I don’t know what a TARDIS is and I don’t know anyone called Doctor.”

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"Father--" Theta stared at the man in front of him, taking in a deep breath. He had to admit it. He /had/ to. "I've... I need to confide in you, father." He said, forcing himself to be brave. When he'd let himself crumble in front of his brother, he knew to act properly before his father. "I killed a man today."

   He didn’t like it when he called him ‘father’. He knew there was something wrong when he called him that. Braxiatel was the opposite. That bomb dropped and he stayed silent for the longest time.      “They’ll throw you out. They’ll burn you. This’ll kill your mother, what were you thinking?”

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"Papa?" Phaedra asked, the small child toddling up to her father. Looking at her now, you'd never guess what she'd become in a matter of years. "I had a nightmare."

    Ulysses panicked. He didn’t like her loose. He was terrified of her, everyone was. Everyone was safer when she stayed in her room. “Not now, Phae. Just go back to your room, you shouldn’t be down here. I’ll send your mother up in a little bit.”

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" i think i've fallen in love with your son, sir."

    “Oh. No, you must have me confused. I don’t have a son. And please don't call me sir, it makes me feel icky.”