#cosmicangsts

[savingthrcw]

@cosmicangsts

Jenny didn't know whether she believed in fate or not, but she knew that after a decade looking for her father, learning about him, always missing him and his TARDIS even just by a minute, only now, only after choosing to hide from him, she had seen the famous blue box. Her time vortex manipulator was off, needed more charging, so she could choose to stick around and wait to see if it would work before the place blew up, or go knock. And she had to choose fast, because if the noise was any indication, her father was about to leave again.

He didn't know she was alive, hadn't seen her new face, she had to hold onto that thought. But when she ran up to the TARDIS and started hitting the side so he'd hear over the noise, she wasn't thinking of needing to escape the explosion: she was thinking she wanted to see her dad.

[doyl1st]

Asking for Favors // Still Accepting @cosmicangsts said: " you didn't have to help me out, there. "

For just a moment, Isaac sees stars. Not the genuine thing, of course, but the photopsia brought on by the completely unnecessarily exaggerated rolling of his eyes. Of course he didn't have to help. Nobody has to do anything. He just wanted to.

A fellow like Isaac does not express himself easily. He can fake it, sure, but anything he's really feeling has to be kept in check. He's tightly coiled, his emotions like springs shoved into a vice grip and tightened until they either compress or break. It's difficult for him to release that pressure, for fear of the tension becoming volatile. But he's trying! Goddammit, he's fucking trying. So he forces himself to speak, even if he'd rather keep his jaw wired shut.

"I didn't, but I wanted to. I don't want to see you get hurt, Doctor."

[fereldensheroesa]

@cosmicangsts, Marie and Five.

Marie knew the forest well. The snowy landscape barely made hunting harder, despite that it left everything silent. Each footstep was careful, each bit of brush navigated. Her ears perked at a sound--- footsteps. It sounded more like a person than animal. She turned, fingers dancing over her belt quiver, just in case. Brown eyes stopped on a man. An oddly dressed man.

The Frenchwoman's hood was lowered in a show of friendliness, revealing long, dark loose curls. "You do not seem dressed for this chill. Or... a forest." What was he ever wearing? City clothes? Was that what they wore in the cities?

[adversitybloomed]

🌸  ┊@cosmicangsts​    The Fifth Doctor   liked for a small starter.

        ❝  i apologies for intruding, but do you need help ?  ❞

[drummingncise]

@cosmicangsts // continued from here!

The Master finds there's no need for disguises, not now. With the war looming in his timeline, he decided to put that energy elsewhere -- his last disguise worked far too well for his liking, anyways. The Doctor that he'd met then didn't even try to see through it, leaving him behind in medieval England. Again.

What use is a disguise, even, when you know this is not the face that matches yours?

This face -- he remembers the last time they'd seen each other. Burning in flames thanks to the other's actions. Anger boils under the surface before quickly being suppressed.

"Hello again, dear." It's carefully calculated, betraying none of his repressed anger for the Doctor. He has more important things to be angry about, things that he's currently running away from.

[moonshadowed]

"I thought I told you to keep that on your eye."

He doesn't have to turn round from where he's rifling through the gladstone bag to know that @cosmicangsts is decidedly not following his advice. Not that he blames him as such. How could he? He can almost remember what it was like all those years, all those lifetimes ago; almost, but not quite, like a half-forgotten dream lost to the world between sleep and waking.

Looking over his shoulder to confirm his suspicions, he studies the blond on the chaise longue, the frozen peas that are ten to one older than the child who holds them. Something sunken in his chest aches at the sight of those hazel eyes, young and sparkling, the pain as familiar as it is unwelcome.

"Go on," he encourages instead, soft-spoken but firm, "put it back." He snaps the bag shut, putting the needed supplies in the pockets of the moth-eaten blue overcoat, slippers gently scuffing the floor as his feet carry him over to the chair.

He kneels-- surprised, as always, that his knees don't crack at the motion, that it is only exhausted blue eyes that convey how ancient he feels-- and lays his hand over the other's, his touch tender and parental. No matter what, it seems he can never hide that.

"Where else are you hurt?" he asks. "Your head?" // starter call!

[alonggoodbye]

@cosmicangsts

The speakeasy always felt strange in the middle of the day. Electricity off, lights streaming through cracks in the ceiling and boarded windows, sounds of footsteps in the shops above. Day time rules were to be quick with whatever business you had and to be as silent as church mice doing it. Weaving between tables was hard enough during the nights they were stacked with drinks, but doing that in the dark? Well, Halia could feel her brow slicken with sweat trying not to bump the un-bussed tables.

Finally, she reached the dressing room behind the stage. All she needed was her purse and she could hightail it out of the place. At the touch of her hand she found that the door was ajar and the light by the vanity lit. The shadow of a strange man had her grab the closest object in defense.

"Who the hell are you?" She hissed, lifting the freestanding coat hanger higher, ready to use it. "What are you doing in here?"

[ravagercherri]

hands are quick to try to dismantle the object in front of her. Cherri was very akin to technology that branched out from the normal on Earth so when something like this reared its' head , she obviously needed to know how it worked! She brings out a small tool from the bag that holds a mass of wires ( it looks like a mess , but being so used to it , she knew what she was doing. )

So in trance with it , she doesn't even acknowledge that it might belong to someone!

@cosmicangsts ( hit that little heart for a thing! -- currently still accepting