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The Doctor felt his (no...her!) center of gravity shift, realizing a moment too late that the TARDIS was malfunctioning and was now sideways in the air.
It was also a moment too late before realizing it was about to explode, throwing her out into a freefall.
“Well, it was a nice regeneration while it lasted...” she muttered to herself as she braced for eventual impact.
What Lies Beneath || Siren AU || impossible-gal
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The last thing one would expect in a tiny Highland fishing town would be a talented marine biologist who had actually taken up permanent residence there. Yet there he was: John Smith.
He took pride in his work. Helping the world just by taking records and solving smaller-scale environmental problems within the town.
Speaking of: a new issue had arose. Something was stealing fish. First, there was an increase of dead, mutilated, seemingly eaten fish washing ashore. Second, fishermen came to him: claiming that something of decent strength was fighting with them when they brought in their nets, trying to make off with as many fish as it could, leaving decapitated fish parts in its wake once they wrestled the net up.
John had researched, ruling out almost every option. A shark on some sort of rampage? Against its nature. A shockingly ambitious and aggressive seal? Possible, but unlikely. So he decided to try field research.
There he was, on a fairly large rock on the outskirts of the harbor, and a net of live fish dangling out into the water as the morning fog rolled in.
From Afar || CLOSED || impossible-gal
The Doctor had holed herself up in a Starbucks cafe near Coal Hill, a part of her hoping she would maybe get a glance of an old friend...while she knew it would more than likely never happen.
Nonetheless, the woman had a large coffee at her side, typing away at a document. She had been intrigued by the human show Sex and the City, where the main character kept an ongoing blog of her life, and felt inspired to do the same. Rainbow Suspenders was the working title of the Word document that had become her diary, going on about a previous adventure.
The Summoning || Magic AU || impossible-gal
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His realm was seen as a black void, leading into the fiery depths of hell. Tomes said he was one of the Princes of Hell, commander of 26 armies.
In reality, it was all a lie.
Yes, he indeed what was classified as a goetic demon. He had often been summoned, hundreds of years ago, when the world of mortal humans had been plunged into darkness— aptly named the Dark Ages, he later noted. That was a time of nearly constant summoning: questions of all sorts, ranging from logical to asinine.
But that was the past now.
His realm was a quiet forest at twilight, a warm-yet-cool summer-esque breeze rustling the trees. Stars sat on the outer limits of the sunset as crickets chirped in the grass below.
All was calm. All was perfect. All was well.
Until his realm faded from his vision, the familiar blackness consuming his surroundings.
He was being summoned.
To the summoner, it must have been quite a sight: asking for a demon of hell and having merely a long-legged owl in a crown to show for it.
“Let’s get this over with,” he sighed, pacing slightly within the summoning circle he was currently confined to. “What do you need? Botany? Astronomy? Or anatomy?”
Getting the Scoop || CLOSED || impossible-gal
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On the outside, John Smith was a simple man. An aging Scottish bachelor who kept to himself. He was quiet, and enjoyed his time alone: usually by reading or drawing at home.
But on the inside, there was something much more.
John Smith was an Olympic alpine skier.
The Winter Olympics had finally arrived, John was ecstatic— like a child on Christmas. He had made it. He was representing his country.
...and never had representing one’s country been so boring.
Day 3. Day 1 was the Opening Ceremonies, so everyone was excited for that. Day 2, however, was either one sleeping in from being out too late, nursing a hangover, or both.
He, however, was neither. Although competitions had already started, the athlete’s village was still quiet. John found himself in a ghost town of olympians sleeping, meditating, or even completely shrugging off their upcoming performances.
But he had heard about a new way the athletes had fun: a dating app called Tinder. They would ‘match’ with spectators and have a fun night, wether it be a date or purely sex— never to see each other again afterwards.
So after a bit of fussing with his profile, he began his search.
Lady Time || CLOSED || Superhero/Incredibles AU || Impossible-gal
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Her name was Joan Smith...but everyone knew her as Lady Time.
Lady Time: the mysterious superhero who can control both time and space. Known for being able to freeze time, and create space portals. To this day, no one had ever correlated the two pieces of her life with each other...and she was thankful for that.
Today, like many other days, there was a bad guy to beat and people to save. The tracks for the city’s commuter train had been destroyed, and a unsuspecting 9:30 train was heading that way.
Lady Time had already sprung into action, speeding along on her self-proclaimed Sonic Motorbike on a highway parallel with the train, looking for the best opening to get in on the action.
First Contact || Canon-Divergent AU || impossible-gal
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The Timelord inwardly thanked his lucky stars that his people had evolved from the garb of extreme collars and tiny caps from his childhood. In fact, he didn’t even regularly wear anything close to his current attire.
But apparently when you’re a planet’s first contact with otherworldly beings, you have to put on your absolute Sunday best.
The Doctor wore a uniform of aged gold and dark maroon— almost identical to the regalia of a Gallifreyan general, but in the most minimalistic design. He more a crimson robe over it, and a slightly-less absurd collar that was gold circular Gallifreyan, ornately cut out so it was merely linework.
He was apart of the ‘welcoming party’: a small group of ambassadors sent as the first official meeting with other races in a first contact situation, keeping the peace and negotiating as needed. The Doctor acted as the main ambassador, the rest of the party consisting of his lower-rank chairs and assistants.
The automatic doors moved away in a flurry of metal and decorate circular Gallifreyan etched onto the windowpane, revealing a gang of human ambassadors from the planet Earth, all trying to keep their cool as they witnessed and participated in a historic monument for their entire species. The Council entered, silently taking their seats across from their counterparts— The Doctor sitting in the middle, directly across from a woman, the leading ambassador for Earth.
“Good evening. I apologize if we kept you waiting. You’d think, being time travelers and all, we’d always be right on time.” He said, attempting to lighten the tension in the room.
Hibernation Season || closed || impossible-gal
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"Gallifreyan hibernation." He said suddenly, waking up from his dazed state. "I'm not sick: it's hibernation season."
