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Doctor J. Disco PhD in Rock'n'Roll

[xiidoctor]

Currently on hiatus

XIIDOCTOR: Independent Doctor Disco TWELFTH DOCTOR of BBC's Doctor Who.

Professor at St. Luke's University with a specialty in poetry physics, electric guitars, and trying to be a good man. Husband to Professor River Song. Best friend and hobby to Clara Oswald. Space mentor to Bill Potts.

CARRD && TRACKER && PERMENANT STARTER CALL

Piloted by Day (est. in 2014, mun is 25+).

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Rules

Mutuals only.

I don't tolerate hate speech or 'call out posts'. Be kind.

Important Rule: I'm dyslexic, leading to occasional errors and slow replies. I'd really appreciate simple formatting for out threads —consistent font, size, and spacing. Alternating fonts and sizes, excessive spacing, and heavy styling (lots of bold, italics, and strikethrough) make it challenging for me to read.

Ship with chemistry.

No smut zone (fade to black only).

Other NSFW themes will arise and be tagged (tw. trigger). I have no personal triggers here.

Only write with muns 18 or older.

I like to pretend 'Kill the Moon' never happened. Everything else I don't mind.

Verses

CANON VERSES

͙͘͡★ verse. am i a good man

This verse takes place within the time period between Deep Breath and Death in Heaven

͙͘͡★ verse. how many second in eternity

This verse takes place within the time period between Last Christmas and Hell Bent

.͙͘͡★ verse. twenty four years

This verse takes during the twenty four years the Doctor spends with River Song.

͙͘͡★ verse. where i stand is where i fall

This verse takes place within the time period between The Husbands of River Song and Twice Upon a Time.

DIVERGING VERSES

͙͘͡★ verse. hybrids

This verse is canon up the return of Doctor Mysterio. The Doctor gets stuck into a ghost hunting adventure with a young woman named Clara Oswin. He quickly takes an interest in her and invites her to join him in the TARDIS.

closed with clara-eternal

͙͘͡★ verse. duty of care

This verse is canon up until the middle of season 9. Clara falls ill to an extraordinarily rare time disease, affording her only 24 hours to live. The TARDIS intervenes by resetting the day repeatedly, all the while allowing the Doctor to remember the previous days, fueled by the hope that he might find a cure.

closed with yes7erdays

͙͘͡★ verse. per ardua ad astra

In another universe, the Doctor and Clara Oswald settle down and form a family. However, their child becomes marked as the Hybrid and a hunt to steal the child results in Clara's death and the Doctor fleeing with his infant daughter to another universe.

closed with clarasheart

͙͘͡★ verse. the tales of billiam

The Doctor takes Bill on a visit to a graveyard in Bristol and are greeted with a familiar stone horror. River Song joins the duo in an attempt to escape the Weeping Angels whom seem to have a keen interest in Bill.

closed with cardiffsfinest & profsong

AU VERSES

͙͘͡★ verse. star trek

The Doctor finds himself falled through a crack in time and space, ending up in a new universe. He settles on Earth during the age of the Space Federation and take a job within the Federation to pass the time while his TARDIS gathers enough power to take him home.

More details here

͙͘͡★ verse. baldur's gate III

Details tbc.

[xiidoctor]

hiatus notice

hey folks, I'm taking a step back from writing here for a bit - I haven't felt much twelve muse in a while and don't wanna force it

[xiidoctor]

hiatus notice

hey folks, I'm taking a step back from writing here for a bit - I haven't felt much twelve muse in a while and don't wanna force it

[expelliarmus]

[xiidoctor]

‘ Immortality isn’t living forever, that’s not what it feels like. Immortality is everyone else dying. ’ asked by @t1mesup

"Or it's sitting through an extended edition of Les Misérables."

Was this person just bored? A strange thing to be in a library, considering there was entertainment all around, stories galore.

He didn't expect to engage in a philosophical debate in the midst of a library, but then again, he wasn't planning on a library trip in the first place. A short, brown-haired best friend of his had asked him to return some books for her.

"I take it you're waiting for someone?"

[multi-royalty]

"well all the more reason to park closer to your destination with how huge everything is" she bit back.

"how big are my feet?" she repeated. "are you saying that I have big feet?" Donna looked down at her UK sizes sevens, sure the looked a little big in some shoes but right now they were bare as anything. "a seven is the average size you know"

[xiidoctor]

"Seven what? Inches?" He glanced down at her feet, attempting to gauge the size, and frowned. They looked to be at least eight inches long, probably nine or ten. "Seven? You sure? They look more like a nine… Anyway, they'll fit."

With that statement, he reached a hand out to lean against a nearby wall, nonchalantly kicking off his boots. "Wear them; we don't have all day for you to hobble about."

[xiidoctor]

“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ” for  the  sender  (@ravenbraved) to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.

Emergency protocol seven. The number would have been useful to someone who had read the TARDIS manual, but the Doctor wasn't much of a manual person.

As he lay on the floor of the console room, a slump of a Time Lord, he desperately tried to reach up and press as many buttons as he could, attempting to shut down the protocol. The TARDIS, however, landed with a rather violent thud, causing him to fall flat onto the floor.

"Bit dramatic now," he commented, his face pressed against the grate. Although he was feeling a bit bruised and mildly broken, in his opinion, there was no need for an emergency protocol. He wasn't on the verge of regeneration; all he needed was rest and a nice tub of ice cream.

Still lying on the metal grate floor, he saw the light stream into the console room as the doors opened. Of course, the emergency protocol meant taking the Doctor to the person who could help him the most - Clara. The one person he didn't want to see him like this.

"Doesn't matter," he mumbled, his head tilted away from her, unable to make eye contact. "They're dead now."

[nightmdic-a]

She doesn't suspect him to obtain much information from a supply closest, a dark brow quirking up in surprise as she nearly decides to start walking from him - only to have his question catch her off guard. News did spread fast in the area, so perhaps he's already heard about it.

"-To my knowledge, we've been given some descriptions of people to look for in case they end up here, but. . .they're all a bit strange, yes."

[xiidoctor]

"Right," he muttered, a hand reaching up to stroke his jaw absentmindedly as he pondered his next step. These weren't rumours but a fact. The TARDIS brought him to this hospital for a reason. Insider knowledge, that's what he needed, and this doctor could be just that. Now he just needed to convince her to help him, and he had just the tool to do that.

Reaching into his pocket, he produced his psychic paper and stated, "I'm a specialist with UNIT, here to investigate these disappearances." He wondered how the paper would respond to partial truths.

[carbondated]

She opened her mouth to interrupt in protest but he was too quick and in a flash her drink was gone. That's what she got for not ordering him one of his own she supposed, the perks of marriage. Nails rapped lightly against the edge of her glass expectantly, waiting for him to finish.

❝ ... No I don't suppose it would. Mind you my assistant was blathering about it today.... I tuned out for most of it but I got the gist, something about a cousin up north, near the causeway ... things falling from the sky onto her rental investment. Really didn't care to hear anymore, it's always something with her and it never amounts to anything substantial. ❞

Niamh trailed off, rolling her eyes,  ❝ Well I've had just about enough overpriced liquor for today .... what do you say we open one back home? I'm sure I have a bottle or six lying around, for emergencies.You can tell me all about your storm. ❞ I won't even interrupt once.

[xiidoctor]

The drink may have been overpriced, but it was genuinely delicious, a good blend. He took a moment to savour the taste of the drink that lingered in his mouth before catching onto what his wife had said so haphazardly.

"Wait, wait, rewind a bit. Things falling from the sky?" he queried. Like River, no Niamh, he didn't much care for her colleague's rental investment. Part of the deal of owning land beside one of Earth's most violent oceans was the condition that the sea claims a bit of the land every year.

He was on the verge of pressing into the odd storm some more, but alas, his wife had a point. Being in the city center wasn't much use to them. At home, they could talk in private and had access to equipment not meant for 21st Century use.

"Shall we try the human way again or cheat a bit?"

[xiidoctor]

ooc: storm is causing the lights to flicker so I'm playing this song until I lose power

[xchxsingcxrsx]

"There isn't always a reason." The Doctor told him. Okay, thinking about it, there was usually something every time he had met another incarnation of himself, but there must have been at some point.

"Why would I be giving you a sonic?" He asked. "Anyway...if there was something going to happen, they have the wrong Doctor." The Doctor said to his younger self. "I am just here now. Not out there anymore....not as much as before anyway."

[xiidoctor]

Twelve was confused by the final statement. A head tilt followed by some slow blinking as he tried to digest the words.

"Here? As in Earth or?"

Probably was a dangerous question to ask, but since his older self didn't recall this meeting, he would only assume that he will forget this soon enough. At least he was confident that two Doctors can face whatever it is ahead of them.

[dereiserne-moved-deactivated202]

“ – a camouflaged BOX?!” This guy had to be kidding. What was it? Some new plane the government was testing? No. He hadn’t heard anything about experimental airplanes, and usually he heard about that kind of stuff these days – he had a hand in most of them, still selling some of his inventions for the protection of this planet. SHIELD? Maybe. Fury always liked to be secretive about stuff – it was his whole personality. Eh. Maybe he was being unfair, but he could feel the headache already coming in, and being kicked by some guy, who thought themselves REAL CLEVER wasn’t helping his mood.

“PERSON, so could you stop that?! GEEZ. You hit me, and then you act like that?” Raising a hand to take the faceplate of the helmet off, so he could look at the other face to face, he was surprised when he finally saw WHO he was talking too. No uniform. A little too old to qualify for test missions, huh?!

“ – listen, Grandpa, this is RESTRICTED AIRSPACE.”

[xiidoctor]

Ah, human. That eased the Doctor significantly. A human in a tin suit. Oh yes, now the Doctor recalled some rich person in the United States pulling a few stunts. Iron Man or something like that. The Doctor wasn't overly fond of visiting that side of Earth; it usually ended with him being shot or something similar.

With that thought, he no longer felt at ease again. Of what he read about this man, he gained his wealth from selling weapons and mostly likely was armed within that suit. Thankfully it seemed to be out of operation, for the moment.

"Restricted?" That amused him. Restricted wasn't a word he had heard on Earth in a while since his involvement with UNIT. It was refreshing to hear. That means he's poking his nose exactly where he should be.

"That only applies to you lot. So, tin man, what's the address to drop you off, or will I just find the nearest mechanic?"

[carbondated]

. ❝ Well thank you for that advice, I'll be sure to take it under consideration should the time come again... ❞  Sarcasm dripped from her tone, like poison pure and unadulterated.

❝ Would you mind moving out of my chair darling? Otherwise, you can grade these for me if you like. ❞ she nodded at the towering pile of papers strewn haphazardly on the floor beside the desk.

[xiidoctor]

"Oh, I've already started but got a bit boring, so I'm taking a break," he replied, nonchalantly flicking over the page of a comic while nodding towards the small pile of marked documents with a multicoloured Bic pen resting on top.

The different colours were useful; he could colour-code notes back to the students on how he liked. Red for negative remarks, green for positives, blue for general, and black for doodles.

[venturoushearta]

Her spoon scraped against the porcelain as she stirred the cup, eyes focusing on it instead of him to not give away that she knew. Oh, she knew, and it hurt her that she'd had to leave him so that he could continue with the taste of sweetness instead of drowning in bitterness with her at his side.

"Something to comfort the blow." She managed to look back at him, raising the cup to her lips to take a sip. Maybe that was what this is about, why they ended up sitting opposite each other again. She remembered another time. A wildly different time, and yet there were strange senses of similarities about it. How funny the universe was.

"Oh, I dunno." She set the cup back down, idly playing with the spoon. "You ever feel like you've been caught in a riptide and you don't really know how you got here but you did? That's what I've been feeling like. I just wanted a moment of...normality. With some chai." She smiled at him, softening quickly. "And you remind me of a friend I used to have. Wouldn't have wanted him sat on his own." She pressed her lips together and picked up her cup again. "What about you?"

[xiidoctor]

His gaze softened, acknowledging the unspoken pain beneath her attempt at normality. It was something he was too good at hiding over his many lifetimes.

"I found the best thing to do when caught up in a riptide is don't fight it. You'll only exhaust yourself. Just let it carry you until it fades away and then start swimming."

He took a moment, letting the weight of her words settle, before offering a gentle smile. "Well, I found normality to be extremely boring and not reserved for anyone interesting."

The Doctor couldn't help but feel the resonance of her presence, a reminder of the countless companions who had left imprints on his hearts. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table as he pondered on the best reason for his being here.

"Me? I just like the coffee here, and the lack of students."

[xiidoctor]

The Doctor nonchalantly plonked down onto the park bench, a small box of tacos in his hands. The aroma of spices wafted from the open container, and he couldn't help but take a moment to enjoy the picturesque view around him. The vibrant colours of the flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze created a serene atmosphere.

With a casual gesture, he extended the box toward his bench companion, offering a snack.

"Taco? Bit on the hot side this time."

[ofcrossrcads]

was he concerned for her ? or simply sizing up his own chances, maybe. regardless, her response was one of faint amusement. “ they did their research, apparently, ” she answered with shrug of a single shoulder. “ they may have trapped me in this particular body, ” she tapped at the engravings on her manacle, “ but it's not like they made me HUMAN. ” there was an air of indignation about the statement, as though she was equal parts amused and insulted by the very idea.

her opinion of HIM, however, was improving moment by moment. he was a smartass, but luckily for him she liked that. the fact that he'd gotten the door open didn't hurt, either. “ well, well, look at you with the practical life skills. ” something more to note, another layer of mystery. she was starting to get invested.

raising her manacled wrist in response to his latest quip, she tossed back: “ really can't, actually, ” before rising to her feet, ready to follow him. at least it wasn't boring.

“ so, you know the way out or are we going exploring ? ”

[xiidoctor]

"Trapped in a body? I hope you picked the right body to be stuck into," he replied, shoving the cell door open as slowly as possible to avoid creaking. Humour aside, that wasn't a response he had expected, but then again, they were both in a high-security prison run by people that the Doctor was all too familiar with. He had no idea who his temporary companion was just yet.

"Although best to get you out and let the actual owner of that body do what they want, hmm?"

There, he poked his head out to completely ensure their route was clear. Satisfied there was no one peering in their direction, he waved for her to follow.

"Not sure about you, but they put a bag over my head before they tossed me in here, so… this way."

No, the Doctor didn't know the way, but that wasn't about to stop him from pretending.

[realmythsmoved]

Running into her past self had never been something the Doctor had expected. After all, she took care to avoid her own timeline. That said, even she can make mistakes. So when she's faced with the white-haired Scotsman she had once been, she can't help but chuckle.

"Oh, well....you won't get any spoilers from me. We both know better than that. Or at least, I would hope so." She says with a smile, her face scrunching up a bit. "But I am who you think I am. I mean, I'm you from the future." And she wonders how this all had happened. But she won't ask for now. "Where are you in our timeline?" Of course, she could probably scan him with her sonic and find out, but that would seem rude. And she wouldn't want to be rude to her own past incarnation.

[xiidoctor]

"Good, finally a good change ahead of me—us."

The dress style wouldn't be his cup of tea; it didn't look particularly easy to 'chill out' with a guitar in. Then again, he once insisted bowties were cool and thought celery was a fashion statement.

The question from his old self evoked a smile, his thoughts leading back to his wife. Although there was a hint of sadness in the smile, as he knew the highs and lows of a married domestic life were limited, constrained by the remaining years of their promised twenty four. He wondered how River would react to finding out he will become a woman, finally, in the future.

"Darillium, mostly. We both know I don't stick around there all the time."