#undyingrogue

[thetnth]

i'm having a brain aneurysm right now, okay?

❝ — 𝑴𝑴𝑯𝑴 ... ? ❞ the small, distracted hum was all the doctor really gave in response to that. it was 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒, even. the entire air of the timelord giving the impression that he wasn't in the mood to deal with jack's dramaticism at the moment. he was almost entirely focused on the bundle of wires in his hand. black-framed glasses slipping down his nose slightly, the doctor peered over them, dark brown eyes flickering over the other briefly.

❝ ... you're fine, stop whinging. anyways, if you were, you'd just 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵 . ❞

MISCELLANEOUS PROMPTS

@undyingrogue / idk what put him in this mood but ?? i guess they're having a domestic now.

[burnedself]

@undyingrogue

[thetnth]

💋 >:) he's got his lip gloss on.

❝ ... 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲 . ❞ the timelord's voice was 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 soft as he vied for the other's attention. taking a step towards him, hands coming up to cup the immortal's face — one either side, fingers splaying out while thumbs idly stroked over jack's cheekbones — dark brown hues met the other's gaze briefly, before flickering down to his lips as the doctor moved in to stel a kiss.

he leant eagerly into the embrace, one had slipping around to card through the short hair at the back of the other's neck — it was far from a gentle, 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒, meeting of lips, and yet not quite a desperate, lust-filled frenzy. something 𝑖𝑛-𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛, 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬, 𝒀𝑬𝑻 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹.

SMOOCHES FROM THE DOCTOR

@undyingrogue / no context. we die like men.

[heartsdefine]

↪ memes — accepting!

@undyingrogue said: ❛The skeletons aren’t reanimations, they’re revenants: ghosts inhabiting a physical shell.❜ [13]

        “Ghosts...” the Doctor repeats, frowning. “Now that is a horse of a different color.” A simple reanimation is nothing to sort out—just a shell of someone who once was a person, nothing to lose in destroying them. Revenants are different. More difficult. If there's a soul attached to each of these creatures, they'll have to be a lot more careful with them. “Right. Re-calculating. Can't just destroy them, so what do we do? We separate the souls from the bodies. Free them. Which I'll definitely be able to do after I think about it for approximately—” They pause, counting on their fingers. “Fourteen and a half minutes?” The Doctor flinches as there's a crashing sound from beyond the doors barred with only a broomstick and a hope. “...think we'll last that long?”

[beltraised]

@undyingrogue sent: ❛ you may be in grave danger. there is no time to explain.❜ (naomi)

IN GENERAL, HER FIGHT-OR-FLIGHT RESPONSE HAD ALWAYS BEEN FLIGHT. running away from her problems, from home, and even from herself, had defined the entirety of her life up until that point. she was no stranger to danger and had been in her fair share of life-threatening situations ever since she had to raise herself. still, at the moment she froze instead. feet planted on the ground, as a man suddenly tried to warn her of... something. she wasn't sure of what exactly, and he didn't seem eager to explain. a little while back she wouldn't fight so much for her survival.

" what the fuck is going on ? " she asked instead. but now... trusting a stranger, after- after everything ? she needed more information than some vague threat.

[isbrilliant]

annoys annoys annoys annoys >:)

"you're like a little boy on a playground. is it just my pigtails you're pulling today?"

[tr4umaborn]

011.   a university lecture hall during a class . (Felix. Jack undercover as an English professor??)

i don't want to be here is the understatement of the century. no one tells you when you come back from the dead that trying to go back to regular life is going to be the hardest accomplishment you ever try for. i couldn't stay at saltburn: being there for any longer than i had to was already longer than i wanted to. but being back at oxford. . . sometimes its fine. when farleigh is around he makes sure that no one brings it up, but that can be worse. people still stare. it's awful.

while i usually can keep up with partying and my studies, this semester has proven to be much more difficult. everyone is understanding ( which i hate! ) but with my parents pointedly denying that anything happened to any of us last summer it's not exactly easy to be bringing in such low grades. normally i'd ask quentin for help but. . . that would require speaking to each other. which we are not right now.

still, being asked to stay back by a professor after lecture is up there with things that aren't supposed to happen to felix catton. . . and yet here we are. the rest of the class filed out and i move to the front of the room where his desk is. i'm sure the dark circles under my eyes can successfully be passed off as spent too much time studying dark circles and not was at an absolute rager i remember nothing of because i'm self medicating dark circles.

" you. . . wanted to see me, sir? "

[lghtyear]

❛ you’re welcome to stay , if you want . ❜ asked by @undyingrogue .

he knew sentence was coming , and yet he held out hope that it wouldn't be spoken . they'd been getting along too well , laughing together too much . the doctor had almost forgotten why he kept jack at an arms length, but . . .

man couldn't help his distaste for the other , countless reasons seeming to pool in to a rather unfair judgement . part of him knew jack was good , jack was kind , jack couldn't help his fate . and yet the part of him sensitive to time and sense forced him to constantly implement distance .

" i don't think that's a good idea . "

tone is almost sad. almost . not quite . but there's a hint of reluctancy as he speaks , as if willing jack to understand , even if he didn't entirely understand himself .