#13thx

[whomuses]

@13thx for amnesiac master

The blue box. That seemed familiar. The air was cold and his skin was, too, but somehow, that all seemed unimportant. Drawn like a firefly to that box, touching the outside of it, warm wood against his icy digits. He was wearing a slip and little else, bare feet scratched by the ground, trying to figure out how he had come to be here. But he didn't know. His brain felt - so empty, lacking in anything, even his own identity. All he knew was that this box, somehow, was familiar, but trying to think deeper made his head ache unpleasantly.

[thebadtimewolf]

+12 ||

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“Listen, I’m not who you think I am...”

[goddamnmuses]

@13thx​ liked for a one liner.

“Where the heck did you come from!?”

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@13thx​ || cₒₙₜᵢₙᵤₐₗ

"In all the time you've known me, have I ever come across as sane to you?"

                ˜”*°•.    It  was  a  scoff  everything that  escaped  his lips;  gaze  wandering around,  an  amusement dressing  him whole.  ❝ Now  now now. What  is  this really ?  You  are here  because  what ?  Oh  let me  guess.  You did  something terrible  didn’t  you ?  ❞  For  this was  how  this whole  thing  worked, wasn’t  it ?  The  Doctor  was the  HERO,   but at the  same  time, all  she  felt was  GUILTY.  And  so,  she  came  to  HIM.

[futurepresentashes]

@13thx​ continued from X

     He frowned, shifting to sit up better. “You got knocked out of the sky. Didn’t see what hit you and was only able to slow your fall by a bit. You’ve got a concussion, couple broken ribs, a broken arm, and a broken femur on your left leg. Set what I could but you’re shit outta luck on the ribs for now.” Whatever he was expecting, Stark dropping in his front yard wasn’t it. Well, a mile from his temporary front yard. It was more like a... long term forward base until his current objective was done . Functional and dry despite the weather, but not quite home.

     “Whoever you pissed off didn’t exactly check to make sure they wiped you out. Not yet, at least.”

[storyofwhoiam]

@13thx​  gets 11 @ 13

"Right then. Not good, quite bad, actually.” He whirled along the bridge which looked down on the meeting place of the two kinds of Dalek. “I will need you,” the Doctor pointed to the blonde woman, “to clear out of here - not safe, very dangerous, in fact - go home, steer clear of any Defence Drones.” Stupid name.

“Nice jacket, by the way.”

[imafirefly]

@13thx​ - continued from here

      Adrenaline coursed throughout her veins and her hand remained in a vice like grip around the handle of her bowie knife. Her chest heaved from the sprint upstairs followed by the altercation with the two clickers. Both lay dead on the floor, blood still fresh and dripping from the tip of her knife. No matter how many times she had come across those fuckers, they still inspired the same fear in her as the first time she’d enountered with her dad so many years ago. “Hey, I’m serious. You can take a bite,” she spat out, a black combat boot nudging one of the bodies for emphasis. “I can’t. Next time, I won’t save your ass.” That was a lie. Of course she would, she had to at this point. Otherwise, why was she protecting her, her immunity at all costs? 

      Leaning down, she wiped the blood off the knife on what were the remains of tattered jeans the poor bastard had died in years ago. Only after it was cleaned to her liking did she slide it back into place within her thigh strap alongside her pistol. A thank you was rare these days and she relished the opportunity to be smug whenever it was presented to her. “Sorry, what was that? Didn’t hear you.” 

[rulesxunbroken]

@13thx said: “This was never right.” - Wanda !! <3

"No-- it wasn't." The events that had taken place over the past several days had always been thought of as a myth; and yet, here they were. "Makes it painful doesn't it--?" A soft sigh. "Guilt and grief, Wanda. It'll eat you alive."