Do you think I care so little?

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Hey guys. Bit of an update because I know I’ve been neglecting you lovelies. I know I have drafts and I have muse for them. I have no intention of going back on a long hiatus. But I haven’t really had a choice lately. I fell hiking and tore a muscle or ligament. They aren’t sure. We just know it isn’t a disc or spine injury thank goodness. But it’s healing badly and it’s uncomfortable to even sit up right now. I start physical therapy next week. Hopefully I’ll be back to my old self soon enough. Take care guys. Hope everyone is well!

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Tea Time || lxsusnxturae

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trasiedi‌:

“how should i know?” shrugs, leaning back in her chair. knew exactly why. “doubt there are any humans willing to help the cause, and it’s not like ghouls are allowed jobs. as soon as the ccg finds out someone is a ghoul they just, y’know.” drags her thumb across her neck, the easily-understood symbol for death. “got one from the corner shop by my house last week. it’s weird, i was buying cat food from someone who might eat me.” 

the anger that sits in her stomach is easily hidden. remembers when the woman’s son had run into her cafe at 5am, remembers him telling her what had happened. remembers the rage that had followed ( if it weren’t for the need to protect the child, doesn’t doubt she would have slaughtered the ccg investigators without a second thought ). 

it takes a few moments for the realisation to set in. she looks him over carefully, eyes narrowing. if anything, it explained why his scent was so wrong. “does it seem like anyone living here would be shocked by the existence of aliens?” pauses, thinking. it was also a good explanation for why he was so clueless.  “do you have a spaceship?” it’s the first question that comes to mind, at least the first that wouldn’t raise any suspicion. 

The more he learned about the ghoul/human dynamic, the more he disliked it. He still wasn’t sure whether he’d fallen into an alternate universe or simply missed the largest elephant in any room ever for two thousand years, but it was clear that humans were much the same as they’d always been. Shoot first, ask questions later. He sighed.

It was incredibly difficult to surprise anyone with being an alien these days. He supposed there was enough on the news to make anyone question the state of reality anymore, especially if these ghouls had popped into existence, but it was disconcerting. “I suppose not.” He shrugged.

Her next question earned her a smirk. “In a manner of speaking. Would you like to see it?”

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trasiedi‌:

tries to worm away from the needle as soon as he can see it, his entire body squirming against the table. hand on his shoulder does a good job of holding him steady, halting his efforts of escaping  the drug as it is pushed deep into his muscle. if the pain in his shoulder had not almost immediately dissipated, he would have lashed out even more. 

he wants to spit back some spiteful response, to be as difficult as he can. but he has enough experience of being strapped down like this to know the consequences to being insolent. it was, and always would be, easier to just answer. “faulty connective tissue.” grumbles the explanation, turning his head away from his target. 

though, he supposes he was more the target now. 

revelation about time travel garners no more shock than the fact that this man was an alien. doesn’t think he has enough energy to be surprised anymore. once the initial burst of adrenaline from his panic wears off, fatigue works at seeping right into his bones. wonders how long this will last ( though knows he never returns to quite what he was before, was always something taken ). “ck-3207.”

He could see the boy’s panic at the sight of the needle and sighed. Not for the first time, it was clear that he had been hurt. Maybe even tortured. Being strapped down couldn’t be helping, but trying to kill a Time Lord was going a lot worse for him than it was for the Doctor. And anyway, it was tiresome.

The energy seemed to drain from his body. There was surrender in his eyes. The answer to the Doctor’s question surprised him. “ck-3207,” he repeated. “That a military designation? Code name? ...Serial number?”

It wasn’t lost on him that he’d called his connective tissue faulty. Not a disorder or an illness but faulty like a malfunctioning part. Was he an android? A genetic experiment? Each answer only produced more questions. Whatever the case, the Doctor  wasn’t really the interrogation type and he took no pleasure from seeing his captive afraid.

“I’m not going to hurt you. It’s just that I don’t like having my head bounced off the ground very much and me fighting back is killing you. If you’ll abandon this ridiculous idea of assassinating me, then I’ll let you up.”

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Another Second Time Around

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She flung a prideful grin at him.

“Why thank you.” She said with chipper.

She went first into the house, oddly pleased to have the Doctor at her back.  It had been a long time since she’d had another adult around.  Better yet, a brilliant alien who seemed to have a soft spot for her.  Things were awkward for them just now, but it was still the Doctor.

It made it even more fun than usual, and she found herself studying the interior of the house with a certain enthusiasm.  Not that there was much to be found.  It was rather normal really.  That she had expected, having been able to win herself a brief look-around a week ago, but now that she wasn’t being observed, she was sure something would show up.  Something had to.

It took some time of the pair of them ruffing around, but finally she caught a strange shadow up in the corner.  Sarah Jane decided to get a better look, dragging a chair over that screeched across the linoleum kitchen floor.  It wasn’t a moment before she was up in the corner.

Bee’s nest.  Odd bee’s nest.  Was that a buzz inside she heard?  Sarah Jane leaned in closer.

The house did not give up its secrets easily. It seemed they searched forever without finding anything out of place. And yet, something was bothering the Doctor. On the edge of his very sharp hearing was a low and steady drone. He couldn’t shake it but he couldn’t pinpoint it either. It seemed to follow him throughout the house.

From the other room, he heard the scrape of a chair across the floor and followed the sound to find Sarah Jane up at the ceiling poking at what looked like a nest. That might explain the droning noise at any rate. 

Leaning against the door frame, he watched her in wry amusement. “Sarah Jane Smith, stickin’ her face in a bee’s nest... You always were too curious for your own good.” His favorite thing about her, really. “See anything interesting?”

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Bad Associations || Closed

The Doctor watched impassively as a familiar Victorian skirt whipped away around the corner. Long fingers tightened over the shirt at Clara’s back to prevent her from pursuing. She wouldn’t forgive him for this and he knew it. He knew she hated Missy and he knew she had good reason, but he simply couldn’t kill his oldest friend.

“She’ll stay clear of us for a while.” He spoke with quiet assurance and no small amount of remorse. “She’ll be needing time to lick her wounds and come up with a new plan.” He turned and headed back toward the TARDIS. “C’mon, lets go home.”

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“Sunny-glasses keep sun out of eyes? Ha ha! Is funny. Humans make funny names for things. Why not call shady-glasses? Make shade for eyes. Are shady. Should be shady-glasses,” Jix reasoned.

“Oh! Jix knows cool! Is not cool like burrrr is cold. Humans say cool to mean other humans like them. Want to be them, because cool. Is good thing. I get right?” he asked with great enthusiasm, for he had made that mistake in the past to think that “cool” meant something having to do with temperature. Now he was applying what he had learned and hoping he was not yet again misunderstanding. “Wish they made sunny-glasses for size of Jix. Want to be cool too.”

The Doctor chuckled, conceding his point. “Well, they do also call them shades, so I suppose they got it half right anyway.” He started back toward the TARDIS at an easy stroll, still listening to the tiny leafling as he walked.

He was grinning ear to ear by the time Jix had finished recounting his understanding of the word ‘cool’. “You did, yes. You did get it right.” He was chuckling and shaking his head in amusement as he spoke.

Hand on the TARDIS door, he paused in a rare effort to keep from doubling over with laughter. The mental image of Jix in sunglasses was just too much. “You know, I think we might be able to arrange that.”

With a push, the doors swung inward and all the bigger on the inside became visible again. He smiled down at Jix on his shoulder as they crossed the threshold. “Welcome back.”

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An Ineffable Thing Will Happen || creeping-crowley

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“I’m sorry,”

Crowley elected to ignore the comment.

The hint seemingly was taken as The Doctor swiftly aborted the prior line of conversation for something less uncomfortable and personal.

“So you did the wi-fi thing, but not the bloodbath downtown. That’s comforting, I suppose, but I still need to get to the bottom of that. It sounds like you care about Earth… It could be in danger and I could use your help.”

A bloodbath sounded like a distinctly human problem. It was natural for someone to assume that a demon might be responsible for nearby carnage, but anyone who knew humans knew that they never needed help when it came to finding ways to hurt one another. Crowley supposed whatever the disaster had been would be something he’d claim credit for down the line when Hell eventually found out. He’d been doing quite well for many thousands of years simply riding the wave of humanity’s own poor decision making.

“I’m an alien, in case you were wondering. A Time Lord. It’s how I’ve been around so long without knowing all the details. I told you, I come and go. And in my experience, every story has a grain of truth to it, but almost none of them get the details right. This one is turning out to be alarmingly accurate. I’m not sure what to make of that, but there are more pressing matters right now.”

“A ‘Time Lord’?” Crowley repeated the words with a frown.

Never heard of it.

“Not exactly very humble.” He muttered beneath his breath.

The Doctor made a motion inviting him to follow.

“What do you say?”

An unwilling pause stretched.

“I’m a demon.” Crowley reminded him pointedly, pacing back towards his only exit that the doctor was monopolizing.

“I’m not sure what part of that implies that I’ll be helpful.”

Or trustworthy.

That being said, The Doctor had lacked the usual adverse reaction most had at the mere mention of the demonic.

Truthfully, Crowley was interested enough to be nosy- but if following this ‘alien’ was roping him into issues that were not of significant interest, then he wanted no part in it. Crowley glanced down towards his watch. A twinge reminded him of his commitments for later that evening.

The individual he would be meeting that evening would likely be quite upset with him if Crowley walked away from something that had, after all, been important to the Earth they called home. The demon dithered, hoping to maintain a nonchalant appearance still.

“If I come,” Crowley elected to humour The Doctor.

“…You’ll be owing me a favour.”

“Not exactly very humble.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had called him on that. "I didn't pick the name it's just what we're called." He smirked. "Gallifreyan, if you prefer, but that's not entirely accurate anymore in my case. Anyway, it's beside the point."

"I'm a demon. Not sure what part of that implies that I'll be helpful."

At this, the Doctor grinned and pointed at Anthony enthusiastically. "You saved the world! And that makes you my kinda people. That's really all I need to know right now. Would you do it again?"

Perhaps he should be more concerned about this demon business, but he wasn’t really. If God was a tyrant and the end of the world was all part of the Plan, then it seemed entirely likely the demons were no more guilty than the angels. Maybe less so. 

The Doctor thought of his own planet and how a difference of opinion could get you banished. No, demons didn’t worry him very much. Anyway, it was nothing he couldn’t handle these days. The closer he kept his new friend, the more answers he’d get. And he found himself needing a lot of them.

The demon glanced down at his watch, still clearly non-committal. The Doctor wondered if he really needed it. The angels were his creations after all. Unlike the humans, they came directly from him. Surely they could feel the passage of time, couldn't they? If not, then perhaps one day he'd show him how. Or perhaps Anthony has simply inherited his attitude problem. "Have I mentioned that it's probably aliens?" he goaded, hoping that would catch the demon's interest.

"If I come..."

A thick brow arched in amusement. "Oh yeah? And what favor would that be? Or is it a surprise?"

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"Doctor Who is about death. And it has a very, very powerful death motif in it, which is that the central character dies. I think that is one of its most potent mysteries, because somewhere in that people see that that’s what happens in life. You have loved ones and then they go, but you must carry on."

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//I’ve got a bunch of drafts rn and muse for all of them but it’s an exam weekend and I’m forced to be a real girl.

Hopefully replies will be out soon.

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Please reblog if you play a character who is 30 years of age or older

I don’t care if it’s an OC or a canon character, and while I play a human, I don’t care if your fandom isn’t but for the love of god, why is everyone in their twenties? Give me some mid thirties or even some fourties. Hell, throw me some silver foxes. Please.

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Twelve and Bill's entire dynamic is basically just

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This has been a long time coming - Why 12 is my favorite Doctor!

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Tea Time || lxsusnxturae

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trasiedi‌:

doesn’t think she likes how understanding he was. had never met a non-ghoul who wasn’t immediately disgusted upon discovering the contents of a ghouls diet. had never met someone who had not reacted with anything other than hate, or fear. his calm, it set her on edge. 

watches her coffee swirl in her mug, listening to him and giving herself a few moments to think. had to answer his questions, obviously - would feel bad if she got someone hurt by not telling them about the danger that lurked on the streets of tokyo ( knows not all ghouls are as complacent as her ). couldn’t answer them in a way that made her look suspicious. 

“there’s a guy on the tv a lot.” she begins, pushing her hair from her face. “his name is ogura or something like that, they say he’s an expert on ghouls. but he says that it’s something to do with a certain enzyme? either ghouls lack it or humans do, i’m not sure, but apparently it means that it’s the only thing they can digest. he says it makes everything else taste disgusting, too. i’m not sure how he figured that one out, though.” 

downs the rest of her drink, putting her cup back down on the table carefully - had broken a few too many being careless. watches his expression carefully, gauging whether or not she had raised any suspicion. he seemed entirely clueless on ghouls, which was a warning sign in itself. but it may lend itself to helping her remain undetected. had worked too hard to have someone just waltz in and turn everything upside down. had people to protect, people she wouldn’t be able to keep safe if she was dead ( or locked up inside cochlea, which would likely be her fate if the ccg ever found her ). 

“you really don’t know anything, do you?” can’t help but ask. curiosity had always gotten the better of her. “it’s like - it’s like you’re from another planet. it’s weird.” laughs, at the absurdity of her next statement as she leans forward to stare at him perhaps a little too intensely. “y’not an alien are you?” 

Not their fault, then. Despite his unhappiness about the threat posed to humanity, he very quickly found himself on the ghoul’s side. At least tentatively so. Didn’t mean he didn’t have more questions though.

“Why don’t they just use cloned meat?” he asked thoughtfully. Surely they had the technology by this point. If there were as many ghouls as it sounded like there were, at least one of them must have access. “Do they only hunt for food or for sport as well?”

He folded his hands together, elbows propped on the tabletop, and rested his chin on his knuckles. She finally seemed to accept the fact that he was oblivious and he shrugged in answer. “New in town.”

His eyes crinkled in warm amusement at how quickly she had struck the truth, probably without even realizing it. It was too perfect an opening not to let the act drop. He couldn’t help himself. “What would you say if I told you I was?”

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he is alert from the moment he is conscious. the grogginess that often plagued those upon waking is long since beaten out of him - knows the danger of not being immediately aware of his surroundings. cannot recount all the times where he has been moved in his rare hours of sleep, some new training technique, a slow-acting danger to be discovered upon his awakening. 

tries to jerk upright immediately. and for a moment the energy that sparks across his skin looks like it will be able to burst through the restraints around his wrists. but the lights flicker out, and there is a sharp crack as shoulder is pulled from his socket with far more ease than it should. winces, just slightly, cowering back against the cool table beneath him. 

metal against his skin does nothing more than pull his mind back to omega, to hours upon hours spent being remade. always something to fix. always something for them to remove, to change, to fiddle with. had begun to suspect they opened him up so often simply because he couldn’t protest. there is more scar tissue on his stomach than he can bear to think about. 

it’s his voice that manages to push through the fugue, the words something real he can latch onto. needs a moment to remember what question he was answering. an alien, then. for some reason he cannot bring himself to be shocked by the revelation. in some sense, it made sense. had never encountered someone with an energy mark quite like this strangers. it was heavy, almost overbearing. 

“let me go.” tries to inject some sort of threat to his words, but instead they just come out pleading. hates how weak it makes him feel, the need to beg for freedom. 

The Doctor winced in sympathy as the boy’s shoulder was torn out of its socket. He seemed much more immune to the pain than anybody should be. Pleading words drew a soft sigh of remorse and he shook his head. “When I can trust you not to attack, then I will be happy to.”

A gentle, restraining hand came to rest over the boy’s good shoulder. “Relax. I’m going to put your arm back the right way round.” He arched a knowing eyebrow, hoping to pin him in place with a stern look. “Care to explain why you’re falling apart?” he asked conversationally as he set the arm back in place as carefully as he could. 

Turning toward the counter behind him, he chose a brushed metal syringe and applied it near the shoulder. The pain would ease almost instantly as it began to heal the damaged tissue. “42nd century healing agent.” A smirk twisted thin lips. “I’m a time traveler as well. ...Who are you?”