#twaalfdelied

[yearnstarved]

"I'D SAY I WON'T ever doubt you again, but we'd know I'd be lying," Clara said, pulling her thick coat closer together. The whole city was decked out in gingerbread. It was a scene straight off of a Christmas pastry box. "So the entire planet is just like this? That's mad! I can't even tell if that's icing or snow." In her excitement, she hooked an arm around his and tugged him along the gumdrop cobble streets.

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[vcrtexed]

@twaalfdelied said : "I need to find a way to get inside."

         she leans against the tardis railing , arms crossed as she chews on the inside of her cheek . she's not exactly sure why they're orbiting just outside of a galactic prison , but if she knows the doctor , she knows he has a reason even if he's lacking in letting her in on it . " contrary to popular belief and concern of mum , i was not familiar with the inner workings of a prison or detention center or whatever this is . " maybe she's offering a little too much snark , but she's never been a fan of being left in the dark .

a huff as she pushes off the railing to cross towards him to stare at the screen . " so , you have eyes on the inside . doesn't that give you some kind of , i don't know , information ? security ? " a pause as she turns towards him , genuine confusion on her face . " why aren't we taking the tardis ? "

[ordinariums]

@twaalfdelied asked: "Looks like we're stuck together." (For Lucifer)

first meeting

hopefully not for long. lucifer presses a hand on the surface of the door. he feels the sigils from the other side; a resistant barrier. specifically designed for angelic presence. well. someone really knows their stuff; enough to keep lucifer here, at least. "yeah." he says, tentatively, and drops his hand. "looks like we are." which begged the question - who on earth was he? he turns to glance back to him, observing him for a moment, before - "you seem oddly in your element for the situation." he comments. "you gotta name?"

[bloodsalted]

@twaalfdelied || this tag is cool || accepting!

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

growing up the way he did? dean isn't really used to letting people take care of him much. rather the caretaker of a father that'd come home wary, dinged and bruised. or a baby brother that has a damn good knack for getting himself hurt. the eldest winchester son has lived most of his life racing to make sure everyone else was okay before dealing with himself on his own. yeah, sammy's done his best to make up for that absentee role in dean's life. did the best he could given the fact that dean grew so damn used to dealing with shit on his own that he'd ward him off before he barely started to try.

why worry anyone else? they all got plenty enough wounds to lick on their own.

which is why, even now, as a kind hearted soul's come up to him while he's leaning against the mirror-shine quality polished impala--dean quickly glances up from the butterfly bandages he's clamping on a not-so-butterfly-more-stitches-worthy gash up his arm. his attempt to not bleed all over freshly cleaned leather inside? gets put on pause immediately. he stiffens. an attempt to look more steady on his feet. crinkled nose straightens out. gritted teeth slack. feigned smile? easily deemed fake. wobbly hoax in an uneven twist of lips. flash of sharp pain in squinted eyes gives away the price of that failed nonchalant expression followed by an equally hapless rise of shoulders. "m'good. thanks.." the blood dripping down his arm into his palm and the half dozen dirty sutures on the ground from janky tries that didn't pan out (thus while he's still HERE) say otherwise.

[protectxthem]

@twaalfdelied asked: [ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door. (though if you want to make it the Master arriving at the TARDIS' doors)

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 . | accepting  (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

He feels stupid doing this, but he has to get somewhere safe with the little blond boy next to him, holding his hand. The boy yawns and rubs at his eyes and the Master leans over and carefully picks him up, holding him in his arms as the boy snuggles closer before resting his head on the Master's shoulder.

He shifts the boy to one arm and knocks with his other hand on the blue doors of the Doctor's TARDIS. He shifts a bit on his feet, putting a hand on the boy's back as he waits for the doors to open and once, they do the words out of his mouth are, "It's starting to rain and if you want to play twenty questions just wait for us to get inside."

[vcrtexed]

@twaalfdelied said : ❝ It’s nothing, I just . . . I’m glad you’re here. ❞

⋆⭒˚.⋆   when she'd found her way back , she had no way of knowing what face the doctor would wear , whether she'd find him in years past or if she'd find some new face in the future . she's not even sure it mattered . she'd been with him through two faces and who he had been never changed . he was forever the doctor . forever the man who ran away in a telephone box and saved the universe . forever the man whose hand she'd held and trusted .

it would never matter what face he wore .

being back on the tardis was a bit like riding a bike . it may look different , but it still feels familiar , still feels like home . she's missed it . she's lost track of how long she's been back ... time has never been her strong point . but she doesn't care . she has forever , now . if he still wants her there . she doesn't know what he's been through , who he's met , what companions he might still have . the last thing she wants to do is assume that things are the same . she doesn't want to get her heart broken ... she's not sure how many more she could take before her heart went cold .

warm smile pulls to her lips at his words . she crosses to him , leaving her spot at the console to take his hand . somehow it feels like it always had . comforting , right . " me too , doctor . i've missed this . you , the tardis . it feels like i've come home . "

[ordinariums]

@twaalfdelied asked: can we find somewhere private to talk? - for the master (hehe)

"I'M SORRY, I JUST HAD TO FIND YOU" PROMPTS

oh, look at him. he's younger than the last time he had seen them. you could tell by the eyes. and the fact that they don't burn as much with betrayal and hatred. still, he is somewhat surprised. when was the last time they had simply ... ran into each other? when was the last time the doctor had purposefully graced him with their presence? he couldn't recall.

he takes a glance around, and then gives a small spin to see their surroundings. in the middle of an alien market, too! and just when he was about to meet with someone that he really did not want to meet. oh, what is he to do with his plasma cheesecakes?

"would you look at that." he thrusts the bag of cheesecakes into the doctor's chest. "the perfect excuse. come on, then. this way to the make-out cupboard, doctor." he gives the other a look as he pushes by him. leading them in the direction of the shoreline. not quite empty, but there is a rather remote peer there.

[protectxthem]

@twaalfdelied asked: [ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path. (for rogue maybe? a good 'first meeting' with them)

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .  | Accepting   (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

Rogue's got his back turned unaware of any danger coming up behind him. He smacks his gun and turns around just as the Doctor pushes him out of the way of the danger moving toward him. He drops his gun and grunts as he hits the ground via his back. He slowly sits up, trying to get the air back into his legs. He watches as the monster steps on his gun, crushing it. "Damn it." He struggles to get to his feet, holding his side as he looks over at the Doctor. "Get out of the way, idiot!"