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[ohbrilliiant]

@blondechav @affordedupgrade being all cute and trying to make up for their betrayal like 

thirteen rn:

[twelvetm]

THE  DOCTOR  SAID  NOTHING  AS  HE  MOVED  INTO  THE  VAULT  .  missy  was  sitting  reading  a  book  on  one  of  the  chaise  lounges  ,  feet  up  &&  fingers  twitching  across  the  page  .  a  brief  glance  at  the  title  assured  the  doctor  that  there  was  nothing  to  worry  about  .  it  was  a  book  about  gardening  .  though  nothing  INHERENTLY  evil  ,  he  did  wonder  at  times  if  she  was  working  on  domination  of  all  carrots  .  moving  towards  her  ,  he  put  his  bag  on  the  small  bag  full  of  food  on  the  table  .  ‘  i  brought  thai  food  .  ’   he  said  ,  as  he  began  to  pull  off  his  coat  gesturing  slightly  at  it  .  ░▒▓   sc || @affordedupgrade

[the-lxdy]

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The Lady wasn't easy to impress. On her line of work you get to see a lot of disturbing images, you see --and on her main hobbies as well. Operating in Gotham only made things even better --or worse, it depends on your point of view.

But something like that --someone that looked exactly as herself, only that with a stranger sense of fashion-- was something unseen until then.

Her digits ghosted over her own features, a silly reflex. Of course, she still had her face on.

“You must have paid a fortune for that face.”

[velvetipped-archived]

                ‘  i’m not a bloody mindreader,  chéri.  ‘   french accent curls around each and every word,  her lips forming a pout.  ‘  you either want me to come with you or you do not.  staring at me isn’t going to tell me what you want.  ‘ 

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[stillheart]

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Clara was starting to appreciate how difficult it was to keep track of time when you were a time traveling quasi-immortal. She decided to add all of that teasing over the whole ‘forgetting his age’ thing to the long, long list of things she’d apologise to the Doctor over should she ever, by some miracle, get to see him again.

She had no idea how long it had been since she’d been frozen like this. She had no idea how long it had been since Me had stepped out to spend ‘a few centuries’ observing the culture of some alien world, first hand. And she had no idea how long it had been since the natives of the planet she’d been exploring alone had chucked her in a cell for the crime of being non-human.

Honestly, she would’ve laughed at that accusation if she hadn’t been so horrified. She’d tried to insist that she was very much human, thank you, but thanks to her unique body-state, she hadn’t been believed.

The whole thing raised questions in Clara’s mind about the philosophy of it all- what really made someone human?- but that thought process was interrupted by the sound of heels clicking on the stone passageway outside her cell.

“Come to chat to your priso-” She began casually, raising her voice so she could be sure she’d be heard. Then she saw who her visitor was, and she cut herself off.

Because of course. Of course today would just get worse. Of course the universe had no concept of what giving her a break might look like.

Clara’s gaze hardened. “You.”

[properlydeath]

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❛   hey   —   master,   d’ya  think  this  is  a  good  look  for  me ?   ❜

[blondechav]

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                             ❝    you died,  ❞   came  her  reply,  no  airs,  no  GRACES,  just  a  shrug  that  rolled  from  her  shoulders,  tones  akin  to  EMOTIONLESS  as  she  spoke.  in fact,  she  didn’t  even  come  to  TURN  to  face  the  other  as  she  stood  at  her  TARDIS  console.  && whilst  she  wasn’t  taking  them  anywhere  in  particular,  but  turning  around  meant  that  she’d  have  to  face  the  situation  &&  that  wasn’t  something  that  she  particularly  wanted  to  do.  not  yet.  because  not  only  had  rose  DIED,  so  had  she.  because  whilst  her former  incarnation’s  clothes  still  sat  on  her  frame,  the  face  that  she  wore  now,  it  was  NEW.  it  had  taken  the  place  of  her  old  one,  but  she  was  in  the  utmost  certain  that  rose  could  figure  that  out  for  herself.  because  she  didn’t  do  EMOTIONS  or  sentimentality,  never  had  done,  she  wasn’t  the  doctor,  after  all,  but  the  other  had  SACRIFICED  herself  for  her  &&  that,  that  was  something  that  she  just  didn’t  quite  know  how  to  approach  just  yet.  

           “ ...so did you. ”  she speaks just as plainly as missy does, like one would if they were talking about the weather or commenting on the news. it’s a facade for her, this EMOTIONLESS tone, but with the way missy is acting rose figures it’s better to play it safe for now.

still, curiosity is a TERRIBLE little thing, &. while she knows she died ( the last thing she really remembers is jumping in front of the blast sent to missy from her past self &. missy had just confirmed as much herself ), it doesn’t explain how exactly missy brought her back or what had happened to cause her to regenerate anyway. it also didn’t explain WHY missy was suddenly pretending that rose didn’t exist either, practically ignoring her in favor of fiddling with the TARDIS console.

               no wonder she hated being ignored so much.

           “ how’d you save me, then? ”

[thistimefeelsnew-a]

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She’s WAITED, patiently, for the lift to disappear. There are explosions in the distance, cybermen shattering to pieces; she’s mindful to stray from all of it, not eager to incite further damage to her own timeline. Not yet, at any rate.

There is stillness, in this area of the forest. She doesn’t have much time until the entire solar farm will blow, her previous  self playing martyr. It’s of little consequence, except she needs to get them off the ship before that happens.

“Missy.” She breathes, stepping from around a tree; she looks broken, the way she’s fallen. But Thirteen KNOWS what she’s done, the self damage she’s caused - and despite EVERYTHING, Theta will not lose the one most like her in all the universe. Good or evil. It’s almost selfish, her reasoning, but she’ seen countless timelines play out in her mind’s eye - she will take the better ones, and force their hand. She will not bow her head to Time.

She kneels, quickly, and presses a hand against the other Time Lord’s chest. Amber regeneration energy colours her fingers as it darts out, finding things broken to heal. Not enough to force a whole new face, but enough to at least get her up and walking until Thirteen can get her away, somewhere safer. 

   I need my friend back.