Violet stepped out of the carriage onto the street in front of her home, her gaze falling upon a figure standing near the edge of the property. At first glance, Violet assumed the person to be a man, albeit a rather dishevelled one, based on the suit they wore. It was tattered and too large. Violet's brow furrowed with concern. It was uncommon to see someone in such a state in this part of town.
As she approached, she called out tentatively, “Excuse me, sir, are you quite alright?”
Rose stared out at the beach before her. Her face expressionless, tired, showing her lack of sleep. It had been a good couple of days since she'd found solid sleep without the nightmares invading her sleep. The waves crashed against the shoreline and Rose turned away. She didn't come back to her home world to stand about and admire the scenery, she had work to do.
Rose teleported away from the chilled sea breeze to the warmer air of central London's U.N.I.T. Headquarters.
Using her own UNIT pass, Rose had quietly infiltrated her home world's UNIT quite easily. Having interacted with UNIT before when the stars were going out, it was easy to get what she needed. Using their instruments, Rose was not happy to discover the degradation to Pete's World was also happening in the Doctor's world albeit at a slower rate than Pete's. Her arrival had caused a detectable blip, but otherwise there didn't seem to be much more harm than there was already taking place.
She needed to find the Doctor somehow. She broadcast her message again. Hoping the Doctor would see it this time.
send me ‘ comforting ‘ for my muse’s reaction to yours gently wiping their tears away after they’ve been caught crying / for birdie... your call whether it affects the doctor or not because not human; either way would be INTERESTING HI
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Welling eyes, her nose sniffling after each silent, shoulder wracking sob... her mouth was just opening to speak and try to explain what was wrong when she caught movement from the corner of her eye. The other woman’s hand rising. And Birdie was too slow to react, her own hand darting out, grasping at the Doctor’s arm just an instant too late before fingers brushed at her tear-stained cheeks. “ Wait! “ Sheer panic, “ Don’t touch them, you’ll --- ! “ Nothing. Panic turned to confusion. And Birdie found her head shaking, brows creased into a deep and questioning frown. “ They hurt people. Why... why don’t they hurt you? “
@dochaes said: (from here because I felt awkward reblogging it)
🍒 + @vortexparadox lexi has so much love for so many characters & a talent to writing them all! specifically on this blog, i love that they are giving attention to several less popular characters from doctor who. like, i’m into classic and eu who and i didn’t even know all of these muses, and alas, now i am into even more eu who just because? wanted to learn more about, say, josie! all thanks to lexi’s portrayal! they are immensely awesome ooc as well. one of the few people i feel like i can fully trust with more sensitive private things, and also someone who i don’t feel the need to be scared i’m gonna lose when i have long stretches of time where i feel so overwhelmed by social interaction i just don’t talk ooc to anybody. that’s genuinely rare.
Okay, to completely derail all this right from the start, but can I just say how this was my immediate response to seeing myself referred to by they/them pronouns?
Now, on to the continued lovefest, because OMG, HELI!!!!!
I love that, of everyone on this blog, you singled out Josie, because she is seriously one of the most underrated companions in Doctor Who, especially since Eight never got a proper televised run, and then so many people just... ignore the comics altogether, which is a damn shame given how many great characters (and characterisations of more well known characters) come out of them - especially from the Titan Comics’s side of things.
Josie’s run only lasted five issues, because they never gave them a “Year 2″ or further like they did with many of the other Doctor & Companion(s) combinations (like Ten with Gabby and Cindy). So beyond that and a handful of panels in some of the specials, there’s not a lot to go by past her initial travels with the Doctor as he learns just who exactly she even is. Add to it that she’s one of the non-human companions that is also forever removed from her place in time and space, and one of the few companions that, insofar as canon has been concerned with, doesn’t die or nothing horrible happens, so she just... keeps living in the Doctor’s cottage in Wales for the foreseeable future? A truly rare “happy ending” for a companion, even when forced to stay behind due to the Time War? Yeah. It was impossible for me not to fall in love with her.
Plus all of the expanded universe stuff is always... a bit harder to gain traction with, especially outside of their tiny niche fandoms. Part of the whole reason I decided to focus so heavily on the EU and Classic side of things is because there’s so little of it on here, especially in the rpc side of things. Plus having more than the same core cast of characters, when there are literally hundreds of main cast characters in the DWEU, yet more often than not, you can only find the same handful of characters in terms of both rp and even fan works?
I can only really speak for myself here, but I thoroughly enjoy variety, and having a wider range of characters, all with varying personalities (which, let me tell you, can be a bitch to manage at times, especially when they do share some traits between a lot of them [hi, my name is Lexi, and I enjoy writing snarky little shits]) is not an easy task by any stretch of the imagination. Especially when so many people aren’t even aware some of these characters even exist - like Josie, Gabby, Cindy, or Noobis (the last of whom actually existed before his appearance in the comics, but through one of the Faction Paradox audios, but he didn’t get as much of his backstory explored until the comics).
So yeah, it means a lot to me that these muses are appreciated, and I love you dearly for getting into their source material so I have someone to scream excitedly about them (especially Josie) with because there’s not many people who even know them beyond my writing, edits, and such. (See also: reasons why I typically don’t share hc’s unless I’m really excited about something without being specifically asked for them...)
As for the ooc side of things...
I can’t even begin to tell you how relieved I am that you realise all that. You’re damn right in that - you don’t have to worry about ever losing me just because we don’t talk for a while. It’s always baffled me when people perceive friendships as having... expiration dates, I guess? Or maybe subscription end dates would be a better analogy? Like “we’re sorry, you didn’t use your friendship for 30 days, so now we’re ending your friendship”. Seriously?
I have friends who I only speak to every few months because their schedules are just that hectic, but I don’t love them any less for not being able to talk to me regularly. I know that I can always message them - and even wall of text them - at any time, and they’re able to do the same with me, and it’s never been awkward. These are friends I’ve held onto for damn near 20 years now from when I was fresh out of high school, and I’m confident that they’ll still be there in another 20 years.
And I look forward to being able to say that about you (and Dean) too, many years down the road. You’re stuck with me now. And my inevitable sappiness when I end up all “aww, you guys! I love you~” because I do. Love you, that is.
You’re a dear friend, and I’m just so glad we managed to stumble across each other on this hellsite. It just wouldn’t be the same without you. 💕
somehow i just knew you were going to send in orion and tbh - i love that energy, love love love it !
anyway, where do i even start when it comes to gushing about orion ? i’ve become a better person from knowing him ; a better writer too but i’ll get to that later. talking to orion ooc is so therapeutic in a sense, it’s the familiarity for me, the knowledge that somehow i am being fully understood without needing to explain everything i say. ( and as he himself said, this isn’t just mental health brain, this is far more profound than that. ) i know he picked the right pen name because orion is such a bright light on my horizon, a strong moral guide that i didn’t even realized i was missing until he appeared in my orbit.
it’s been a delight getting to know him, planning to go on adventures has given me something to look forward too, which, let’s be real, is something everyone needs in these days. each day i am baffled by his kindness, his understanding, and the way he manages to leave a mark seemingly so effortlessly ( and i know it isn’t effortlessly, but he makes it seem so, and perhaps that is his greatest gift ) orion makes each of my days a little brighter. and i don’t think i could ever gather enough words in any language to fully put that emotion to paper.
as a writer - it has simply been an incredible journey to create and develop dynamics with him. i find myself pushing harder to write worthy replies for him, because his words are so breathtaking, so hauntingly beautiful, that it catches me off guard each and every time. when reading his work, i really feel as if i’m in the french countryside, as if i myself am standing in whatever place he describes.
his work is pure poetry, and i consider myself incredibly lucky to have been on the receiving end of his work. i gasp in delight each and every time, my heart grows seven sizes and then i get sweaty palms because oh no how will i ever match this pure talent ?
orion, darling, i can’t wait to sit in a car with you and expose you to all the types of european folk music. i can’t wait to see the world and then some with you. you cannot get rid of me now, no way to get out of this binding friendship contract. ( unless you want to, you know this xoxo ) but most of all - thank you for being the brightest star in the sky and making my life better each and every day.
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She thought she would’ve had this running thing down by now, as long as she’d been at it with the Doctor and in her time since she’d parted ways with him in the ‘diner’ all that time ago -- weeks? months? years? -- Time didn’t seem to have quite the same weight that it used to, what with standing on the tipping point of one’s own demise whilst skipping across time itself like a rock across a pond. But somehow, as she skidded around the intersection of the almost nearly abandoned warehouse district, she found herself practically colliding, or at least, tangling limbs with for a moment or two, with someone that she guessed had been running at that same corner at the same moment, only in the opposite direction.
Well, she would take the fact that the woman seemed to be running away from something to mean that she was headed in the right direction, at least. So long as she’d lost her momentum, though, she might as well take the time to find out. “Oh my stars -- I’m -- sorry --” Slightly breathless, though less so than she probably ought to have been, given that she didn’t exactly need breath to keep her body moving in the same way normal, not-frozen-at-the-cusp-of-death humans would. “Don’t suppose you happened to see anythin’ big, lots of eyeballs, looks a bit like a millipede on Earth’s most massive steroids, have you?”
“𝐎𝐇 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃. This is over when I say it’s over.“
When Jacob says it’s over.
Ben’s blue eyes have grown hazy and dangerous in his age, some thirty years that have passed, and he knows her still. She had once been something to believe in.
There’s no hope in his eyes now, no wish for a better life or remorse for the broken boy. He doesn’t need to believe in her and her magic blue box because there’s nothing about him that needs saving.
“This place was only a pit stop along your path to bigger and better things. But this is my home, and it never needed you to save it. It chose me, and I did what it asked of me. I did what I had to do.”
