#§Two Hearts and Both of them Yours {Missy & the Doctor}§

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

And that's how you begin to heal (and stop Catnap and Mommy Long Legs from killing each other at the hospital)

You were hurt. Not just emotionally, of course, you were pretty much dead inside for more than ten years at this point, but you were physically what anyone could only describe as "devastated". Your back ached with carrying the grabpack around for the last four days or so, you had broken three bones in your right hand, your arms and legs had almost been torn off at least twice, and, of course, the nasty cut from almost getting impaled.

Frankly, it was a surprise that you didn't just collapse the moment the first ambulance arrived. But if you did, then your newfound kids would have panicked, and the Prototype would have been really, really mad if there was another conflict just when you all thought this nightmare was finally over.

You were gently cradling Poppy in your lap when you saw the ambulance lights in the horizon. You had tried to prepare yourself for this moment since the end of the confrontation with the Prototype, but your heart was still almost breaking out of your body with how fast it was beating. And yet, you kept a calm exterior. Comforted an anxious Dogday, let Bunzo also take shelter in your lap, much to Poppy's dismay, even tried to distract Mommy Long Legs with a joke or two.

The cops arrived first. You had put yourself between them and the group of toys, trembling from head to toe. You didn't exactly know what exactly they were going to do, but Catnap's sudden apparition behind you made some of them shiver.

You calmed down the big feline as you approached the authorities. "These guys were trapped inside the factory", you calmly communicated. "Playtime Co. made them as experiments. They're organic, very hurt, and starving. Please put your guns away unless you want to startle any of those kids".

The man you that approached you had his eyes glued on the group, who, in turn, was staring back. Your thoughts went racing to the idea of Mommy Long Legs deciding to attack them in order to protect you or herself, and you immediately just gave him the bag full of paperwork you had found on your journey. He stared at the first paper, then quickly looked at the others, then simply said:

"What the actual fuck did Playtime got themselves into...?"

"Maybe try to leave a bucket close to you. Some of the things they did won't be good for your stomach".

The cop ignored you. Then the ambulances arrived, and all hell broke lose as your last remains of sanity and calmness fought a war in order to not die from the idea of any of the toys you had just rescued ending up attacking a doctor. You came back to the group, gently begged them to be patient and to please trust the humans dressed up like doctors, and to please remember these ones were there to help, not hurt, and to please stick to each other.

Then a mini huggy tried to bite a nurse. You called out for the little guy, who simply shrugged and approached Kissy Missy, headbonking her and begging to be close to her as the strange humans surrounded you.

An hour and a half later and everyone was at the hospital, trembling and anxious, and you were stuck with Catnap and Mommy Long Legs.

"C'mon, big boy", you called for the feline. "You can do it. Just let the nurse help you!"

Catnap hissed, loud and angrily, at both you and the man with the lotion for burn treatment. Long Legs was sitting close by, eye twitching and a smirk on her face as she watched the two of you.

"Why not?!"

"I can survive. I felt worse", he told you, eyes never leaving the nurse. "Now leave".

"Theo, weren't you the one who told the Prototype it was time for us to live instead of just survive?"

Catnap then looked straight at you, looking very unhappy. The growled again before, finally, offering one of his paws for the nurse.

"Don't try to pull any tricks. I know all of them".

"Like playing dead?", Long Legs chuckled. "Like what you did to me?!"

"And now, look at where we are. I have merely lost part of my ear. You, on the other hand..."

You sighed as Long Legs got up from her chair, hand on her missing arm: "Are you sad because Mommy scared you? Booh, booh, Mommy is so scary, Prototype! Please, help me destroy Mommy!"

"I learned how to hunt. You learned how to throw a tantrum".

"And Mommy never had to call Daddy for help when she was hunting!"

"If you two keep on like this I'll undergo cardiac arrest"

The two toys stopped hissing at each other to instead stare at you with wide eyes. You made a "hmph" sound, pointing at your own bandaged chest in order to further prove the point.

"See? I'm all hurt in there! If you two don't let the nurses and doctors treat you, then I'll be the guy needing treatment".

"No, no, nononono!", Long Legs dramatically gestured a half "X" sign with her single arm, quickly going back to just sitting on her chair instead of being all spread out. "You'll see how much of an excellent patient Mommy is, don't worry! I'll show you a good example!"

"...", said Catnap, growling quietly to himself as the nurse was finally able to treat him. "... I remember you going into disiciplinary confinement more times than I ever did".

"W h a t ?", Long Legs asked.

Catnap stared at the window, tail anxiously twisting. You merely melted in your own chair, staring at the serum next to you as it was slowly trying to make your body feel better again. The nurse kept on with his job, and the TV kept on playing an episode of Pingu.

They even had disciplinary confinement, uh?, you thought, not impressed in the slightest, the memory of having to hold Long Legs in your arms so she would let the doctor examine her passing through your mind.

Catnap and MLL were now staring at the TV, little Pingu entertaining them. Poppy was asleep in another room with Bunzo, Kissy and Huggy, while both Miss Delight and Dogday were undergoing more serious medical procedures for their "conditions". The other toys were being examined, and, if everything went well, would soon return to you. And Prototype was doing his job back at the factory at making sure no one would find the how tos of transforming a person into a toy...

You closed your eyes, feeling true relief for the first time in your life.

Maybe, just maybe, after all of this was said and done, you could all live together as one big family. That was what Poppy suggested, at least, and the other toys seemed happy with the idea. And also maybe, also just maybe...

You could finally feel free from all this guilt

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Oh, dear, this was harder to write than I thought, but it was a blast! I didn't proofread anything but I'm open for more requests regarding my own take on "Angel saves everyone"! And if you enjoyed this, please check out my commission info - it's all in my pinned post at ! garcavisconde! Thank you! <3

#poppy playtime #catnap #dogday #mommy long legs #poppy playtime au #save everyone au #poppy worldwide #my writing tag

[diejager]

Hello there! I absolutely love your stepdad!konig piece!!

I actually comment this on ao3, but I also doing it here just in case 🥺

Reader is pregnant and horangi step up as father but what if the baby looks just like konig? Her mom will be suspicious? Konig will be overjoyed? Horangi will try to breed her as soon as possible?

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, stepcest, forced pregnancy, childbirth, implied kidnapping, gaslighting, tell me if I missed any.

There was a heavy amount of guilt in your heart when your twins were born, they stark difference between your boy who had pretty brown eyes and a smooth head, and your little girl’s gaping blue eyes, pale and blinking owlishly with small tears and a few black strands sprouting from her head. You feared what your mother would say when she saw that your sweet angel - Horangi had dubbed her Yoon-Suh - had neither yours, nor the Korean’s eyes. It made you wonder if this would be a sign for your mother, something to prove your fear and abuse, to open her eyes to your damned situation, but they had an excuse for everything.

“Eyes are a complicated thing, ” König had the doctor explain, facing your mother with a wrinkled, but kind and gentle expression, “She’ll outgrow them within the first year, Ma’am.”

Your mother seemed to trust the doctor’s words, you would as well if you hadn’t known the truth, he was a kind man who’s face looked so disarming. Your mother exclaimed her many fears of complications happening to you and Dr. Mathews was very patient with her growing worry, promising her that he’d be one call away.

“Call me whenever you have any complications, missy. Or one of the nurses, all right?” 

You were driven home after every check ups with the twins and your body to catch any issues that might’ve occurred through childbirth, dressed in loose clothes and coddled by both men while your mother stared on in awe and glee, seeing her husband help his step-daughter with her new children and the baby daddy took responsibility and stayed. It made her feel a sense of happiness and pride unlike you, who drowned under another wave of agony and sorrow. They, however much you loved your babies and their adorable faces, would tie you down to both men, stuck under the nose of your oblivious mother.

When Yoon-Sun’s eyes only grew paler, a shade between emerald and tourmaline, a beautiful mix if it didn’t remind you of König’s oppressive character. Your mother shared her confusion, questioning her husband about the clear ressemblancein Yoon-Suh and his eyes, but he shrugged it off, reminding her that it had only been two months and change was inevitable, whichever spectrum it went, it would eventually darken into a familiar shade. She nodded and hadn’t questioned your stepdad about her eyes anymore, somewhat satisfied with his answer.

And when Leon’s hair started growing, the few dark strands that seemed black until it curled into a soft auburn that your mother was extremely familiar with. What could they use as an excuse for Leon’s hair colour to appease your mother’s suspicion, to staunch her questioning. Unfortunately - fortunately for them and their wretched minds - your mother was never one to know any… complicated information, such studies weren’t in her education in her time, but it was in yours. You knew how basic genes worked and it wouldn’t make sense for your child to have the hair colour that neither parents had, recessive or dominant.

Yet, König and Horangi had managed to convince her otherwise without as much as a sweat, their words and experience convincing enough for her. She left it at then, but her suspicion was mounting, the wound bleeding and threatening to come to life. And before she could do anything, to stop them from feeling oh so proud of themselves, they took you away. You were gone in the night, taken under the watchful gaze of the moon, gagged and tied in the old van they repurposed to hold the twins safely while they drove across borders. 

She’d been gaslighted and naively trusting until the moment she woke up to a cold and vacant home, her husband and friend gone, grandchildren taken and her daughter taken. 

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[best-enemies]

remember when the doctor and missy literally had this exchange?

doctor: two hearts.

missy: and both of them yours.

like... it really happened. i keep re-reading it. i made it my blog name. i think about it all the time. and i still can't believe it happened. we really got this. this is insane

#thoschei #doctor who #no but you don't GET IT #missy aka the master said her hearts belonged to the doctor #i mean DUH WE KNOW #but SHE SAID IT. OUTLOUD. #did i dream of this? like. #she wasn't even acting (because she was hiding her identity at the time) i just know it #we all know it #the point of this post is: holy shit the master literally admitted her love for the doctor #whoever says missy didnt mean it is getting their ass beaten #i didnt even get to the part in the cemetery where the doctor kisses missy #and she looks at him with the most desperatly loving eyes i've ever seen in my life #like my girl was dying of love what the fuck how long HOW LONG had it been since they last kissed #had they EVER kissed?? #and we don't even talk about the fact that missy reached for the doctor's lips with her own and GRABBED HIS ARMS #IT'S THERE IT'S IN THE EPISODE #FUCKING HELL #no the actual point of this post is that i'm having a mental breakdown over thoschei #almost 10 years since those episodes and i'm still not over it #i won't ever get over thoschei like #i cant keep typing i just wanna scream

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 1

Synopsis: The Doctor notices a student. She notices him.

a/n: thank u to the moots for sticking with me. Yall are the best. This is going to be a series. Somewhat of a dark!doctor ish fic maybe. I haven't planned this far. I have ideas. Will switch between a 3rd party but doctor centric POV and a 2nd party student centric POV.

The sun drew itself in on the cold day, light filtering through large windows in the lecture hall. It caught and reflected the motes of light swirling around. First day of the Spring term. Lots of new students trickled in and found their respective seats. Of course, the syllabus was now online and such. But the Doctor still preferred to give a paper one. He felt it helped students focus if they had it real and tangible…unable to forget.

Just like he forgot so much. A lingering pain….

He started up his usual dazzling spiel. Enough to keep them from dropping out, but not enough to rile them to madness. He learned that lesson early on in this particular charade he was distracting himself with. All he had to really do was keep Missy in the Vault and attempt to rehabilitate her. Humans were such a delicate group to keep balanced. Too much stimulation and they would self destruct. Not enough? The same but in a reverse spiral.

Or just fall asleep.

He preferred it if a few actually did fall asleep.

Allowed him to build a reputation as a teacher. Keep the act up.

He didn’t notice the young woman intently staring, writing down the key phrases from his opening statements. He was enraptured in the normal routine he has become familiar with.

The hour came to a close, and he did a bow. He was to visit Missy again some time soon. Just a cursory check. See if she’d calmed down from her last temper tantrum, where she demanded a saxophone and stated that Billy Clinton was also a war criminal, but made some sweet jazz.

He could hardly agree. She already was a mediocre piano player. And the drum set she demanded earlier lay in tatters in her cupboard.

Being her keeper and therapist was rotten work, but it warmed him. Gave him a gram of hope that she may get better and he may have his friend back once more.

Though, he knew in both is hearts, hope could be a fragile thing for a man to hold onto.

But, especially in this body, he believed in redemption and change. They both had forever to change. They had forever.

A few weeks had passed, and he noticed that keen eyes were burning the back of his neck as he scrawled on the chalkboard. It felt different than the usual glazed-over focus of people trying to write or type out his valid points. It was hot and felt more personal. Less trying to pass a class.

He paused his sentence and raked his eyes over. It was a student with large gold hoops and a few tangled gold necklaces. The Doctor recognized two or three of the symbols used on some of them from his travels through Earth’s history. She was chewing hard on her pen. He could see flecks of her tinted chap stick clinging onto the sides of it. Her eyes were squinted slightly and a slight patch of blush rested on her checks. He couldn’t tell if it was a make up look or some feverish feature of her human body. Perhaps she was in the first phases of getting sick!

He went back to his lecture. Some misfocused student was the least of his concern.

But he still felt her eyes bore into him. Intent on something. He trudged on.

He came to a close, reminded everyone of their upcoming projects and let the day start to rest. The Doctor announced that his office hours were changing to represent the spring coming soon and to “Allow you all to feel the sun on your faces, you don’t know how long you’ll have. Humans usually only live once!”

He scanned the audience and saw her shoving her notebook and that well-gnawed on pen into her bag. Big purse with a rhinestone buckle. Resembled something that Rose or Jackie would have had, he mused.

She slung that and a tote bag that seemed overstuffed and ripe for the breaking over her shoulder. She audibly groaned under the weight. He pitied her. The stressed look she had on her face was oddly enchanting in the light just starting to sink.

He knew she was struggling in the class. She did good work, yes. When he opened up questions and debate, she usually had such pointed takes that verged on mind-racing. Sometimes others would bristle against what she said on the more provocative topics he offered up. Essays and tests? Not so much. She floundered.

She had accommodations for some diagnosis or whatever. He could tell her mind was making connections in a far more tangential way than the other’s either couldn’t or wouldn’t make. And for that he did like her. Enjoyed what she brought to the table. Although, even his brains had difficulty making some of the leaps her brain did.

But why was she staring at him like that today? It was almost reverent. Very off putting.

She came forward to his desk and clicked open her notes app .

“Erm…Professor.” She cleared her throat and started up. “Uh, I was wondering if I could see you sooner rather than later. For office hours. I’m sorry for my late essay last week. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I can’t focus and I feel like I’m losing my mind half the time lately. May I have some insight or whatever you want on how I could do better. I know I’m doing…like, so bad.” She confessed and exhaled on the final note of her punctuation.

She turned a new type of stare towards him. Less intense and personal and more of a thousand-yard death grip.

Her entire demeanor in this moment was very lamb like. A confused air of innocent need to do well, to pass her classes, clouded her.

A weaker man would have felt more predatory, he noted.

She wasn’t unattractive for a human, not like past companions he worshiped the ground of. Of course. He was drawn to them for their natures, often ignoring their faces wholesale.

She started to chew and rip at her pinky nail and lower lip simultaneously…

“Of course,” He said. “I have to go help a friend with something, so I have to talk and walk.”

She nodded eagerly and gave such an appreciative smile. “Thanks!” The words came out so quickly, almost breathlessly.

She trotted along side him.

Once outside, they started discussing her options. She had to work nights, she stated, she said so they were arranging a time to work in a little extra help and tutoring.

He genuinely enjoyed her company and led her to a bench.

“What about your friend?” She asked.

“Oh, Nardole can handle himself.” He smiled. “He’ll not miss me for an extra four or five minutes.”

She laughed a bit.

She plunged her hand into her purse and started rifling around. It was a chaotic sight.

She produced a pack of cigarettes and a tiny green plastic lighter.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to quit, but it’s been hell lately.” She grimaced.

He shook his head, no, he didn’t mind. It wouldn’t affect him. Her, yes. But one little luxury, especially if she was trying to quit.

“So long as it’s your last for a while.” He took the teacherly route.

She lit up and took a huge drag. Closing her eyes he noticed that deep look of exhaustion had given her dark purple and almost black under eye circles. She had apparently tried to cover them up with some make up products and some mascara and smudged eyeliner. She held that breath in for a few seconds. It was almost beautiful.

She exhaled and fluttered them open. The smoke wisped and flew away quickly in the gentle breeze.

“Yeah, thanks. People get so weird about smoking. But they’ll vape? Like, indoors. All the time.” She rolled her eyes at that mildly hypocrisy.

They planned for her to meet up with him in his office on Monday just before the lunch hour. Then turned the conversation to some topics in debate that another student, a male who irked her with his constant urge to play Devil’s Advocate. She had some very often-overlooked viewpoints and a very bizarre way of describing things. It was enchanting.

“Thanks.” She ignored a boundary and squeezed his hand. He felt a holy jolt of electricity go up his arm from the small touch. “I gotta go…you’ve got a friend. Works been slow and I have some…appointments. So I have to make sure I’m perfect.” She elaborated with an almost tic-like shake of her head.

“Yes, my friend is probably going insane dealing with our little issue.” He responded in kind. Missy had probably caused Nardole to melt down or malfunction.

He watched her leave towards the bus stop. Her bags hitting her back as she rushed. Her coat barely covering her bottom and the belt caught in the hem of it. He felt himself feeling almost physically unable to leave the bench. Something tugging at his gut was preventing him from doing so. It felt akin to what River and Clara evoked in him but different.

River and Clara were strong and capable, avant-garde. Self-confident. Cocky. But this student was seemingly the inverse. Very vulnerable and nervous to the point of a near imperceptible, even to him with his keen Time Lord senses, shake and a heart that was audibly racing in its cage. Coupled with her addiction to cigarettes and minor tendency towards self mutilation via near-constant picking and chewing…

Something dark, but heartwarming rushed through his core and took root.

He felt himself deeply looking forward to Monday.

#personal #12th doctor #peter capaldi #12th doctor x reader #self insert #doctor who fanfiction #i wrote this #pov fanfiction #student teacher #daddy issues #like my god #doctor who #the doctor #12th dr #reader x 12th doctor #yeeet #get in loser were writing indulgent fics because we've lost control of reality and our lives

[lazer-screwdriver]

Master face swap. Dhawan! charming politician Mr Saxon -> rabid animal, Simm! evil marry poppins/“two hearts both of them yours”, Missy self destructive maniac taunting the Doctor about burning Gallifrey. I think I hauve covid

#zap.txt #simm!master #Missy #dhawan!master

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, semifinals of the losers bracket

Propaganda:

For Kid and Killer:

there’s some somewhat recent anime episodes where there’s a lot of “I would do anything for you” “I would put my life on the line for you” and it’s just. There’s no way they’re not dating. Also they’re big scary pirates that pillage and fuck stuff up and we love that for them

They have been together committing crimes and killing people ever since childhood and they’re not about to stop any time soon

They are badass pirates who both have a huge bounty on their head. Killer's epithet is 'Massacre Soldier/Murder Mashine' (depending on the translation), so he probably got quite some blood on his hands. Kid is his captain, and has a reputation of not caring about civilian casualties and destroying more than necessary to defeat his opponent. Also, the whole crew crusified some other crew. But besides being murderous, these two care so fucking much about each other! They've been friends (lovers?) since childhood and would literally do anything for each other, including dying. Kid will destroy anyone who laughs at his partner (how he canonically calls Killer), lets himself be recaptured just after he escaped prison to save his partner, and Killer eats a faulty SMILE fruit that stops him from portraying any other emotion than laughing, makes him unable to swim, and doesn't gain him any powers, just to get a CHANCE to save his captain. When Kid saw him laugh while he obviously didn't want to, it broke his heart in many pieces (and ours with it). It's true love, your honor. True, murderous love.

For the Doctor and the Master:

Immortal genderfluid war criminals <333

So we all know the Master has killed plenty of people, but, despite their reputation, the Doctor has killed a more than average number too. Sure they undid the whole destroying their own planet thing, but that's still something the Doctor did. Also there's apparently a novelization out there where, when they were children, the Doctor killed one of their childhood bullies but then made a deal with Death so that the Master had the memory of it and became Death's champion, which is pretty messed up and murder husbandish. There are plenty more war crimes on the Doctor's hands, and the Master has killed countless people in a variety of creative ways. Also, I'm having trouble finding the quote, but I swear the Master once said something to the lines of "trying to kill the Doctor is just my flirting" or something similar. But I do know Missy (also the Master but female at the time) described their relationship as "older than your civilization and infinitely more complex". They love each other, they're constantly trying to destroy each other, they are the only friends they each have who can even begin to understand everything they've been through; they've known each other since childhood and they've watched (and helped) civilizations rise and fall together. They may not be who you first think of for murder spouses but they really are a beautiful example.

#if you saw an earlier version of this set for 1 day by mistake no you didn't #losers bracket semifinals #doctor who #one piece #eustass kid #one piece killer #the doctor #the master

[friendamedes]

genuine question the other night at the horde of transvestites you were going insane so uh. was Steven moffat the first guy to do an explicit romance between the doctor and the master on the show? how do you feel. about Steven moffat. about that

SO - i am always going to be insane about twissy, yes. i guess the notable thing would be that steven moffat DIDN'T do an explicit romance between the doctor and the master except for the fact that he did?

(this got very i'm-not-reading-all-that-but-sorry-that-happened so i shoved it under a cut.)

in "dark water"/"death in heaven" they're set up as a romantic relationship: there's two kisses (one non-consensual on the doctor's part, the other initiated by the doctor after learning missy's identity) and missy tells the doctor "two hearts... and both of them yours" while it's dawning on him that she's a time lord. (lady.) throughout s9 missy refers to the doctor with ironically fond terms like "my boyfriend," and she's clearly doing a Bit, but it's also so blatant that one imagines it must be purposeful.

the next time she shows up, in "the magician's apprentice," clara mentions that she's clearly displaying romantic attraction and missy outright denies the idea. of course, missy's not a reliable source, but it's so definitive and harsh that one must assume she's not just doing a bit! steven moffat seems to actually be rejecting the idea that the twelfth doctor and missy have a romantic relationship, and in s9 onward there's no use of the word "boyfriend," no spoken allusions to a romance (...more or less), and no more kissing.

but it gets TRICKY, right? in "the magician's apprentice," the twelfth doctor plays "pretty woman" on the guitar, a song which is generally interpreted as being directed at clara - but the script up on writer's room indicates the song was originally supposed to be "hey mickey." i've always taken that scene to be a little flirty, ESPECIALLY with "pretty woman"! and, like, smoffat didn't seem to have intended to write a romance between 12 and clara in s8, but it remains true that a strong layer of subtext implies that clara is cheating on danny with him however metaphorically or emotionally; it's not the only way to read the season, but there's a lot of support, and it's definitely not a difficult conclusion to come to.

missy blurs the line between traditional ideas of "friendship" and sex (being friends with mortals is cradle-robbing, she insists!) and several of her & the doctor's s10 interactions are charged in a very particular way (the takeout, the end of eaters of light, etc) which is present in the text even if it's denied or unintentional.

so like, yeah - there is no Canon Twissy except for the fact that there is Canon Twissy. it's MESSY. i think that smoffat has bought into heteronormativity and is writing from his own weird perspectives on nuclear families, so he's going to think of romance when there's a man and a woman onscreen together! i think that there's a history of homoeroticism from the doctor and the master that he's writing in the context of! for all i know, he considers missy's interpretation of "friends" to encompass romance or sex! or maybe he just considers their relationship a punchline - i haven't asked him, and to some extent, his intention is irrelevant, and to another it's very relevant for our purposes. twelveclara is explicitly romantic to me whether or not the writers of the show seem to think it is! twissy is in a similar boat!

TLDR: it's very difficult to define whether or not twissy is explicitly romantic, lol! so WHO KNOWS!

and here is where i put the disclaimer that i am well aware relationships outside of binary ideas of friendship vs. romance/sex exist. i absolutely DO think that the doctor and the master have a lot of different sorts of feelings for each other, some of them human and some of them time lord, and most of them difficult to sort into neat little boxes. but also, irt steven moffat's writing, that man doesn't know the word "queerplatonic." there is certainly support for queerplatonic or non-normative relationship readings in dr who; i don't deny that, but i'm addressing the text in the world that it offers rather than delving too far into extrapolation and headcanon in this ask (or at least trying to). for the love of god i'm in a queerplatonic relationship myself, don't come after me for this one.

#quinn txt #also theres a song in the s10 concert titled 'breaking the wall' which apparently is just the shepherd's boy according to my qpp #i have no ear for music i don't know #and they use it as a Twissy Song which is wild!!!!! #twissy #i always have so much to say about them no matter how much time has passed. wowza

[capybaraonabicycle]

20 Questions for Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me @ravenlilyrose! I had way too much fun with this :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

55 :)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

249,677

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Doctor Who! 49 of those fics are for dw and all the other fandoms only have one fic to them each. Those are:

Le Visiteur du Futur

Edgar Allan Poe's Murder Mystery Dinner Party

Fremvandrerne

The Penderwicks Series (Jeanne Birdsall)

Linie 1 (I've actually written the only fic in that fandom)

Die Känguru Chroniken (Marc-Uwe Kling)

Le Petit Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)

Headless (A Sleepy Hollow Story)

36 Questions

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Family Wedding (Spacewives getting married and Jenny attending their wedding and meeting so many of her mum's friends, including her grandparents <3)

Come with me? (my second fic on ao3! Reader-insert with River, 11 and Missy squabbling over who gets to ask the reader out on a date. There is a lovely alien planet and species I made up and someone is stealing art. Also involves Bill, Nardi and 12 going to pride for some reason)

Fix you(r hair) (soft and sad twissy hairbrushing during vault time <3)

Take in one last sunrise (13 asks the TARDIS for a sunrise when regenerating and she takes her to Darillium. Tenteen falls right back into his old mannerisms and consequently hurts River. They talk it out and some hope is found in the appearance of the old-new body)

Night Light (Very sweet 12/reader reader insert. I wrote this to comfort myself when things were rough and I think (if you like reader-inserts) this is my most comforting, calming fic)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always. There was like one that I had to delete but I adore comments and I always need to let the commenter know. I am also quite a self-indulgent comment answerer, the answers often turn out longer than the original comment

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that'd be We've got to tell them. It's a Mels x Reader fic - which I guess is bound to be angsty. And the second chapter is already pretty bad with the reader getting her heart broken. And then the third chapter is Mels' inner monologue on her just losing it. So. Yeah.

(- I was going to put the ending here as a little snippet. But it is actually really dark and I decided against it. But, yeah, feel free to check out the angst?)

Runner ups are Forget Me Not (Or: Stealing a TARDIS and Running Away) and The One Time You Want to Say Goodbye, two fics that describe the same situation from two different perspectives. This one is between Mels and the fugitive Doctor. Mels is a rather tragic character </3

Finally, Mels turned back to the Doctor, leaning up and pressing one last, lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Goodbye, Doctor.” “Goodbye, Mels.” Ever so gently, the Doctor’s fingertips landed on her temple, taking her old life away.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

There are a bunch among my fics that are just pure fluff, so maybe let's choose something with a bigger development from angst to fluff.

A Bright Blue Box does that! It's a Jenny & fugitive Doctor fic and in the beginning, they're both on their own. But then Jenny fights for the Doctor to adopt her and in the end they fly away together.

“Come on, then” her mum said finally. “We should get you to the medic wing.” “In a second” Jenny murmured, savouring the hug. Her mum chuckled into her hair. “Alright” she agreed. “Whenever you’re ready.”

The woman who kills the Doctor also has an extreme development from very angsty to very lighthearted in the last chapter. Mels assassinates the Doctor in chapter 2 and in the last chapter she is off to university, ready to grow into River Song. There is a little bit of sadness here because she is leaving but mostly it is so hopeful and uplifting after all the heavy load you read before. So I feel like I need to mention it here:

“Don't make me late” she winked while [the Doctor] fiddled with the coordinates. “First impressions are important.” “Oh, you’ll leave an impression, alright” he murmured as he passed her. “Luna won't know what hit them with you as their student.” He smiled at her fondly, saying her name with such reverence it made her heart flutter. “They’ll be so lucky to have you, River Song.”

There's a storm coming tonight is also worthy of a mention. This one is pure fluff but has such a soft, almost cheesy, ending when canon wouldn't give them softness <3

[Alfhildr] felt the first drops of rain landing on her skin and Tore’s warm hand in hers. Heard the howling of the wind increase and drown out the affectionate insults Urd was shooting at them. Saw the dark, bulky clouds gather over their heads, right before they entered their house, shutting the storm out. And knew that, whatever might happen that night, they were ready. Because they were together and that was all that mattered.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really, no. I had one incident where someone thought it appropriate to tell me they'd rather I had used another incarnation of the Doctor because they disliked the regeneration I wrote for. Which I deleted after some consideration. Because - what? That is my decision to make and also I happen to like this Doctor, please keep your hate to your own space and out of my comment section.

But I have never received hate for my fics themselves, so this far I have been very lucky

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, not as of yet. I write some more sensual kissing sometimes and quite often smut is implied, but so far I have never actually written the smut itself. I don't think I could write that very well tbh.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes! Nothing crazy, really. I have written 3 dw crossovers so far, with Headless, with The Little Prince and with The Kangaroo Chronicles.

The craziest is probably Gallifreyan Rules, just because the kangaroo is a rather unhinged character by itself. And the Doctor in its role has got to be a little intense.

“Do you want money?” the Doctor asked, grabbing for the bank and throwing some notes at her. “There’s plenty of money here, take all you want.” “You can’t do that” Clara said calmly, inwardly grasping for the last remains of her patience. “Of course, I can” the Doctor chuckled, reaching into the bank again. “Do you want some more?” This time one of the notes got stuck in her hair. “That’s against the rules.” “No, it’s not” the Doctor stated. “This is Gallifreyan Monopoly.” “You said it used the same rules as the Earth one” Clara sighed, detangling the banknote and carefully placing it back into the box. “Yeah, but someone just made those up” the Doctor shrugged. “And I just made up some new rules.”

(most of the fic is directly translated from the chapter "New Rules" with names and details exchanged - I actually talked to the ao3 support about plagiarism issues and they said it was okay like this)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? I had someone copy-paste a comment I wrote once though 😅 which was strange, but well, I think it was mostly uncomfortable for the author

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I translated my very first fic on ao3, The Responsible Thing to Do! There is a German version here.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I tried once, ages ago. It didn't go very far. I would definitely be interested in trying again though.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Let's have a look, shall we?

[ID: screenshot of the ao3 relationships filter, showing the top 6 relationship tags: The Doctor/River Song (9), The Doctor | Ruth Clayton/River Song (6), The Doctor | Ruth Clayton/Mels Zucker (6), Twelfth Doctor/River Song (4), Amy Pond/Rory Williams (3) and Thirteenth Doctor/River Song (3). end ID]

Well.....that must be Doctorriver, then 😅

Funfact, I did not tag every Doctorriver story with that exact tag (but using incarnations instead), so if you filter for Doctorriver, you'll end up with 25 fics!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh God, definitely Dancing with the Doctor. I watched Dancing with the stars again some time ago and thought to myself "It would be really lovely to continue that fic some day, wouldn't it?" But tbh, I don't think I will. Human AUs are not really my thing to write, long fics aren't really my thing, either, and this idea is already way too complicated. But it is so cute, putting them all in this little (very queer) dancing community <3

There is Bill & River and Jack/River and Yaz & Ryan and the Paternoster Gang and Donna & 10 and Jackie & 13 and Dan has a dog called Karvanista and Swarm is busy pissing everyone off and it is just very, very sweet and so much fun to write. Just like, look:

[Jack] pulled lightly on River’s hair – which got him a deadly stare – and grinned to himself. “On second thought, you’re right, Billy” he decided. “I am out of River’s league.” “Everyone knows I’m a league of my own” River smiled, reaching for his hand to intertwine their fingers. “But it’s cute how you’re trying to talk yourself up.” “So, you’re properly married?” Bill asked again. “For real?” “What do you say, hon?” Jack asked, tilting his head. “Are we married?” “Heavens no” River grinned. “Then we would have shared income! I can do better than the scraps you make.”

(the joke here is that they're both working the same job btw. also, no, they aren't married but they basically are; they're best friends at the very least.)

“I’m Jenny”, she answered. “Welcome to the Paternoster Realm, Ma’am. We’ll be making sure you're looking great in the shows.” “Not that that’ll be much work with you” Vastra chimed in, gliding towards them in one of the opulent black gowns she liked to wear. “My, you are gorgeous! Breath-taking, I’ll say. Who will you be dancing with?” “That’s Vastra” Jenny said and added rather pointedly: “My wife.”

“Jo, I won’t be dancing with you” Yaz said and her voice was too earnest for it to be a joke. “You will have another partner.” “Oh” she said softly. “I assumed…” “I know” Yaz said. “But I didn’t really have a choice. And even if…I think it’s better that we’re not dancing together. The show can get tough and you might need a friend. One who is not forcing you to repeat that stupid pirouette for the hundredth time.” “I’d have Ryan” Jo said stubbornly, even if she knew there was no point. Ryan looked surprised and very happy to have been called her friend already and Yaz smiled as well. “You’ll have Ryan anyway” she promised. “And me. Plus, a mighty fine dance partner, if you ask me. You’ll love them, I just know.”

Sorry if that were too many extracts (actually, I am quite sure you're not even supposed to put extracts into this questionnaire at all but anyway) but there are 20k of this fic existing that I fear I will never do anything with.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I am good at dialogue? Like coming up with quips and making a conversation flow between two people or even more (although more than three people is tough, like it must be for anybody). I also like writing introspection, characters reflecting on their feelings, and I have gotten some compliments for this :) I have also gotten compliments for general characterisation which make me giddy with happiness even though I sometimes find them hard to believe.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing stuff :) Also anything long and plot-y. I have trouble making the story work as a whole and have a dramatic arc. Sometimes it feels more like different short works smashed together than one fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have never done this? I think? I speak like three languages that would be useful for this, but I think I would always rather write that someone was speaking in a language the narrator doesn't understand or just translate it directly in a "[English sentence]" they said in [language that isn't English] - way, if the narrator does speak the language.

I do love it in books when something is in French or German though and I understand it :D

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Hp.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is so difficult 😅 Maybe The Rose? It's the only one of my fics I've made fanart for and I love the art a lot as well (it's the header on my blog). I love 12 and I love The Little Prince and the rose was so much fun to write. The whole ambience of the fic is delightful, so calm and contemplative and sad and hopeful. And it was written for the Love is in the air writing challenge for Valentine's day specifically to be a platonic fic. Idk, I like that one a lot.

Okay, so I'll be tagging a bunch of people who I know write because this was fun and I would love to hear about your fics! But feel free to ignore this <3 And if I should have missed your blog, and you want to be, please consider yourself tagged anyway!

@marvellouspinecone, @trekkingaroundasgard, @jennyandvastraflint, @pia-writes-things, @riversofmars, @thembosupreme, @songofdefiance, @none-ofthisnonsense, @frogsmulder, @spacewives-in-spacetime, @spacebetweengalaxies, @gender-snatched, @helennorvilles

#thank you so much for the tag!! this was so much fun to contemplate on :)

[cielcreations]

The Heart Doctor - Rancher Duo

Inspiration from this wonderful comic called "The Heartsmith" by miyuliart on Twitter! Make sure to check them out!

"Oh, Doctor, thank you so much!" The woman sobbed, hugging the man, her little girl just as happy. Both cried happy tears as the little girl hugged her stuffed animal.

"D-Doctor, you're t-the best!"

"Of course!" The dirty blonde smiled, gently hugging back. He pulled back and smiled, "Trust me, when I was mending her heart, I could feel the love for you. She never once blamed you."

"D-Doctor..." The woman smiled brightly.

"You are a strong woman, an even stronger mother. And your daughter learned her strength from the best." He reassured before kneeling down, smiling at the little girl, "And you, little missy! I don't want to see you back here, got it!" He teased, poking her nose, the girl giggling, "You're a feisty little one, so don't go around giving your heart to anyone else until your older and you're ready! Hearts are very special, so be careful, okay?"

The little girl smiled, hugging the man, "Th-Thank y-you, Doctor!"

"Of course." He hugged her back. 

The two ladies bid their final goodbyes as they left, the man waving back. He turned away and sat at his desk, taking out a needle and string to begin to mend the heart in front of him.

Brrrrring!

"Welcome!" The man exclaimed, turning, "I- Oh, hello there! Was wondering when you were going to show up!"

The man smiled, "Hello, Doctor. A pleasure to see you as always." He turned, "Helped the mother or the daughter."

The doctor sighed, "Such a painful one, Tango. Poor little girl went through so much pain, but I managed to help her."

Tango sat in a chair, the doctor rolling over, both across from each other. Tango smiled and leaned against the counter, "You help everyone, Doctor."

"Come now, I told you, just Solidarity is fine." The dirty blonde gently took the other's hand in his, "And not everyone."

"Not this again..." Tango teased.

Solidarity kissed his hand, "I won't push, but I will remind you I care for you, light."

"And I care for you, Soli. I'm just... not ready."

"I understand." He reached out to the other's cheek, stroking it, Tango leaning into the touch, "Just remember, I'm hear to mend your heart when you need me. Whenever you're ready, I will happily warm your frozen touch."

Brrrrring!

"Welcome!" Solidarity called, seeing a short dirty blonde with green eyes, "Hello there! I'm the Heart Doctor, how can I help you?"

The dirty blonde seemed hesitant, "Am I...? Interrupting...? I-I'm sor-"

"No, you are not." Tango stood, "I should actually get going anyways." He smiled at the dirty blonde, "Never apologize to the Doctor, he will take care of you. He's amazing."

The man then left, Solidarity smiling at the other, "That's Tango. He's a great friend of mine. He comes in everyday just to check on me. Here, sit." The other did as Solidarity sat across from him, "How can I help  you?"

"Um... there's this guy I-I like... Two, actually... They're very sweet and lovely and patient with me and I do... I want to love them but... I can't... A-And I heard that if somethings wrong with y-your heart, you come here... I've just never did before because I don't have a lot of m-money and I-I still don't and-"

"Hey, hey..." Solidarity held his hands up, "I don't accept money as payment."

"Y-You don't? T-Then how do I pay you back...?"

"Simple, when I'm done mending your heart, you owe me one thing-" He lifted his hands, pointing to his cheeks, "A smile!"

The man in front of him blinked, "...A... smile?"

"Yep! But, we can talk about that afterwards. May I see you heart?"

"Oh, right... I-It's... really bad..." The man cupped his chest before bringing it out. Sitting in his hand was a heart nearly torn in half, ugly black cracks coming from the tear.

The doctor sucked in a breath, "Tsssk, poor guy. Really damaged, huh? Old wounds that never got healed?"

"It tore when I was in highschool. An ex boyfriend he, well..." The man looked away, "I... I went to a lot of therapy and stuff but my heart... it never..."

"I understand. May I?" The man nodded and Solidarity gently took it into his hand, "...You waited awhile, huh? These wounds run deep."

"S-So, I might never feel love for them?" Tears came to the man's eyes.

"Now, now, I didn't say that!" Solidarity smiled, "I'm the Heart Doctor! I mend every single heart that comes through that door! However, I just might need to hold onto it! It should take me two, maybe three days!"

The man widened his eyes, "R-Really?"

"What's your name and number? I will fix it and then call you, okay?"

The man smiled brightly, "T-Thank you, Doctor!"

"Of course. Now, name and number?"

"O-Oh, right! It's Grian!"

The man gave him his name and number before he left. Solidarity smiled and turned to the heart.

"Don't worry, I will fix this." The man put on some gloves, "I always do."

***

Brrrrring!

The doctor turned and smiled, "Hello, wel- Oh, Grian!"

"Hello! U-Um, you called saying it was ready a-and so I brought one of my b-boyfriends!"

"And I got cake!" The brunette beside him explained, "I figured it would be a bonus for working hard!"

"Oh, wow, thank you!" Solidarity rolled over as Grian and the brunette sat in front of him, placing the cake on the counter, "What kind?"

"Vanilla, it's the easiest!"

"Heck yeah! I love vanilla, thanks again! Now, about your heart!" Solidarity smiled, getting a black metal box from under the counter. He then offered the box, "Go ahead, open it!"

Grian did and gasped, "T-That's... my heart?"

"It looks brand spanking new!"

Solidarity smiled, "Go ahead."

Grian hesitantly held the heart before putting it in his chest. He gasped.

"A-Are you-"

"I-I FEEL AMAZING!" Grian smiled brightly, turning to his boyfriend, "S-Scar, I love  you and Mumbo so much!"

Scar blushed and laughed, "We love you-"

"N-No, I-" Tears came to the dirty blonde's eyes, "-I can feel it! I can feel just how much I love you, just how much I love Mumbo! I-I-!" He turned to Solidarity, "Y-You made me-!"

"I only mended your heart." Solidarity took his hand, "When you've gone through things, you sometimes need a little help to remove the trauma and fear from your heart. After I did that, I just sewed it back together. You could always feel love, you were just a bit scared. And that's fine. Sometimes, you just need a little help!"

Grian smiled brightly, "T-Thank you..."

"Of course."

The two smiled and left, Grian practically bouncing from excitement. However, before the door could close, someone caught it and walked in.

"Hello, light!" Solidarity smiled, opening the container with the cake, "Would you like a piece?"

Tango smiled and nodded, "I would love one."

They sat in front of each other, smiling and eating their cake together.

"Another heart fixed-"

"Mended." Solidarity corrected, "I don't fix anything. No one needs to be fixed."

Tango smiled, "Right..." He took another bite, "...Say, how... how busy are you, Soli?"

"What do you mean?"

"With work...?"

The doctor blinked before he smiled, "All the hearts I needed to mend, I finished. I'm just making new hearts for people who don't have one."

Tango hesitated, "...I think... I think I'm ready..."

"Ready?"

"Ready for you to... to fix-"

"Mend."

"Mend my heart..." Tango smiled, "I... After seeing you helping that man...? How happy he was with his heart mended, how he could finally love his boyfriend... I... I want that. I want that with you."

Solidarity smiled, "I'd be happy to help you."

Tango hesitated but brought out his heart. It was an icy blue, cracks in the heart, it looked like a shard of ice itself.

"...It's bad, I know..." Tango said, tears in his eyes.

"It's beautiful." Solidarity gently took it, "I will take good care of it. I will mend it, Tango. Might take a few days, but it will be brand new, I promise. Your heart will be mended, it will be okay."

Tango smiled, "...I lo-"

"Say it when your heart is mended." Solidarity grabbed his hand, placing a gentle kiss on his hand, "That way, I can see the explosion of emotion, a beautiful, real, smile on that beautiful face."

Tango blushed and smiled softly, "I can't wait."

The two smiled at each other and waved, Tango leaving.

Solidairty looked at his heart, "My poor light... don't worry..." He hugged Tango's heart, "I will mend your heart. Everything will be better."

***

Brrrrring!

"Soli?"

"Perfect timing, light!" Solidarity spun around in his chair, a black metal case in his hand, "Your heart is all mended!"

Tango's eyes widened, "Really? After two days? I-I thought you said-"

"I may have pulled an all nighter..." Solidarity giggled.

"Soli..." Tango narrowed his eyes, teasing.

"Come on, I was excited!" The dirty blonde giggled again, "Now, sit! Sit!"

Tango laughed and sat in front of him. He opened the case and gasped. A normal, red, glowing heart was in front of him. He took it in his hand, it felt so warm. Tears came to his eyes as he hugged it into his chest, letting out a sob.

"Well?" Solidarity asked.

"It feels-!" He jumped over the counter, tackling Solidarity into a hug, "S-So good! It's so warm! I-I can feel my love for you! It feels so good, I love you, so much!"

Solidarity sat up, hugging him back, "I-I'm glad..." The other coughed a bit.

"O-Oh my goodness! Are you-"

"I-I'm fine." Solidarity smiled, cupping the other's cheek, "I knew your smile would be the prettiest!"

"...Soli, you're cold..."

"I-"

"Your heart, let me see it!"

"Tango!"

"Soli, please! What did you do?!"

The dirty blonde bit his bottom lip before he took out his heart. Tango gasped, seeing... seeing an icy blue heart, black cracks and tears in it.

"...Soli-"

"I tried to mend it. I could unfreeze it but then the cracks would start to completely tear, way too fast. I wouldn't be able to mend it before it tore completely."

"...Then... who's...?"

Solidarity put the heart back into his chest, "There's a reason I became a Heart Doctor, Tango... I wanted to mend people's hearts, because I didn't want people to have the same pain that I carried in my heart." He poked Tango's chest, "The heart that you have is mine. And that heart used to be completely black and torn to pieces. No one, not even I, could mend my own heart. At least, that's what I thought." He smiled, gently stroking Tango's cheek, "When I met you, my heart mended itself."

"It... It did...?"

"It turned into the glowing, bright red heart you have right now." The dirty blonde gently hugged him, "I think... I think that was a sign for me. Not only did I love you to death, but... if you ever needed me, I would do anything for you."

"Soli..." Tears came to Tango's eyes, "I... I don't want you to walk around with my broken heart-"

"Who said it was broken?" Solidarity smiled, "Sure, it's a little torn and frozen, but I can still feel the love for you! You know why?"

Tango shook his head.

"Because you're the light of my life, Tango. My soulmate. So, as long as your heart is healed and mended, as long as you're happy, so am I."

Tango stared before he smiled, "I love you so much, Solidarity."

He smiled back, "And I love you just as much, Tango..."

***

"Tango... Tango...? Tango!"

The blaze gasped, turning, "Huh?"

"You okay?" Grian chuckled, "You kinda spaced out."

"Yeah, sorry, just..." Tango put his hand to his chest, "...Just remembering someone..."

"Who?"

"...The Heart Doctor."

Grian raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

"He... he saved my life, but sacrificed his own to do it." Tango smiled, "He gave me his heart and said we'd be together, we'd be soulmates. As long as I was happy, he would be too..."

Grian blinked, "You... You don't have to play Double Life this season if you don't want to. I don't want you to feel bad if you already have a soulmate."

"No, it's okay, I don't mind."

Grian hesitatedbut shrugged, the two stepping into the portal to the game. Once through, Tango's eyes met familiar light blue ones. He ran over and grabbed the other's wrist, staring in shock.

"...Doctor?"

#empires au #empires smp au #empires smp #empires shipping #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #Solidarity Gaming #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #empires solidarity #empires jimmy #tango #tangotek #hermitcraft tango #rancher #rancher duo #team rancher #symbolism #heart #implied trauma #implied past abuse

[timetakeover]

[okay now that I have my thoughts together, the power of the doctor spoilers under the cut

I really really enjoyed it. Sacha Dhawan continued to serve the absolute most cunt every single time he was on screen, I loved every second of his performance.

I loved the way the doctor died, with some level of peace and closure and her little ice cream date with yaz. It wasn't nearly as heart breaking as 12 having his companion die and Missy 'abandoning' him.

Personally, I would've liked just a touch more spydoc. Shockingly. It felt like their relationship sort of got forgotten part way through the episode. After 13 said her line about how her and the master used to be friends, I thought it was foreshadowing, implying that it was something on her mind and that was going to continue to be on her mind up until her next interaction with the master. And then it's never really addressed again.

I don't even want the PLOT changed (even though yes I would've had the Missy situation addressed at some point during 13's run,) I just wanted like. One or two more lines before his death. Maybe something reminiscent of Simm!Master refusing to regenerate and dying in 10's arms. 13 being like "take my hand. this is your one chance. it doesn't have to be like this." and him refusing out of spite.

Also the master literally saying "Don't let me go back to being me"? Fucking ouch. Once again, would've liked for that to come back around to something. Just a moment of understanding between them where they both sort of acknowledge that neither of them wanted things to turn out this way but here they are.]

#doctor who spoilers #centenary spoilers

[mrleopard25]

Doctor Who Regeneration Series Revisited: The Thirteenth Regeneration

The Twelfth Doctor: “Oh, there it is. The silly old universe. The more I save it, the more it needs saving. It's a treadmill. Yes, yes, I know. They'll get it all wrong without me. I suppose one more lifetime wouldn't kill anyone. Well, except me. You wait a moment, Doctor. Let's get it right. I've got a few things to say to you. Basic stuff first. Never be cruel, never be cowardly, and never, ever eat pears! Remember, hate is always foolish, and love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind. Oh, and you mustn't tell anyone your name. No one would understand it, anyway. Except, ah! Except children. Children can hear it sometimes. If their hearts are in the right place, and the stars are too, children can hear your name. Argh! But nobody else. Nobody else, ever. Laugh hard, run fast, be kind. Doctor, I let you go.”

Story (from “World Enough And Time”, “The Doctor Falls”, “Twice In A Lifetime”, and “The Woman Who Fell To Earth”):

In an ongoing attempt to rehabilitate Missy, the female incarnation of the Master, the Doctor, Nardole, Bill and Missy answer a distress signal from a colony ship that is caught in the gravitational pull of a blackhole. The ship is at a stalemate: it cannot escape the pull of the blackhole, but its engines are preventing it from falling any further. Bill is shot by a terrified crewmember and immediately kidnapped by a rescue team from the ship’s lower decks.

The Doctor, Nardole and Missy immediately realize that because of the time differential between one end of the ship and the other based on the distance from the black hole, any second they spend on the bridge would result in years down at the engines. The two race to follow Bill.

Unfortunately, 10 years have passed for Bill and her new friend Razor. She has had her wound partially healed but mostly supplemented with a cybernetic implant during her stay in a huge medical ward. Because of the crew’s ongoing deterioration of their health due to their proximity to the taxed engines, they have resorted to replacing their failing body parts with mechanical ones. These crew members also continue to make raids to other decks to grab the rest of the colonists for more medical procedures.

Nardole, Missy and the Doctor arrive in the engine deck and discover the colony ship is from Mondas, the homeworld of the Cybermen. These Mondasians are slowly transforming themselves into Cybermen as well, based on where in the ship they are. Those in the middle decks are living in simulated worlds and are self-sustaining, but the Cybermen are intent on abducting them for conversion to join their numbers.

The Doctor also discovers he is too late, and Bill has been converted into a Cyberman. However, Bill’s conversion is only physical and she still perceives herself as human. The Doctor finds hope in this, but is shocked to discover that Bill’s friend Razor is actually the previous incarnation of the Master in disguise. Missy and the Master team up to aid the Cybermen in their takeover of the ship, while the Doctor sets a trap on one of the colony decks to stop the Cybermen. Nardole and the colonists flee to other decks while the Doctor ignites his trap, detonating various parts of the deck under the Cybermen. Missy has a change of heart and decides to aid the Doctor, but both she and the Master backstab each other: the Master begins to regenerate and flees while Missy apparently dies.

The Doctor is also seemingly killed by the ongoing advance of the Cybermen. Bill suddenly finds that she is no longer in her new Cyberman body, having been freed by the alien entity The Pilot, whom she had a brief romance with earlier in the season. The Pilot rescues the Doctor’s body, and while Bill cries over him, his regeneration begins. The Pilot offers to show Bill the universe together, and they depart the TARDIS.

The Doctor awakens but refuses to regenerate. The TARDIS lands in Antarctica in 1986, and the Doctor ventures outside to quell the regeneration. He stumbles across the First Doctor, who is likewise refusing to regenerate. The crossing of their timestreams results in a temporal fracture which brings a Captain from World War 1 forward in time to join them, and attracts the attention of the Testimony, who are intent on restoring time. The Doctor is suspicious of their motives and even more suspicious when Bill reappears and offers her help.

After some investigation, both the Doctor and First Doctor determine that the Testimony is a ship of living memories preserving the essence of people through out time, and are benign. Bill is actually the living representation of her experiences, and she is able to restore the Doctor’s memories of his past companion Clara (which he had lost in an effort to save her). Both the Doctor and First Doctor take solace in the knowledge of their role in time and space, and both allow their regenerations to continue, restoring time.

Upon regenerating, the Doctor excitedly discovers that he is a now a woman. The Doctor barely has time to process this change, when an explosion consumes the TARDIS. The delayed regeneration and the schism of time has caused a paradox within the TARDIS systems. The TARDIS materializes over Sheffield in 2018, and ejects the newly regenerated Doctor out above the city before an explosion continues to consume the TARDIS interior, and it dematerializes.

The Doctor crashes through the roof of a train just in time to save a group of passengers from a tentacled alien. With several of them aiding her, she fashions a new sonic screwdriver and investigates the appearance of strange pods and murdered people missing their teeth. It seems the Earth has become a battleground between a Stenza Warrior and the bio-data retrieving gathering coils.

Production:

There was no question that the series would continue onwards, as back in 2015 Steven Moffat confirmed the show would run until at least 2020. But then in 2016, Moffat announced that he would leave the show as showrunner at the end of 2017, and not long after that Peter Capaldi announced his intention to likewise leave the show. Moffat at this point was exhausted from his work on all his projects, and was likewise under constant scrutiny by fans and critics. I was there, guys, and I remember how much the fans now seemed to loathe him.

That being said, Peter Capaldi’s time as the Doctor was very successful, with him enjoying good ratings and being very popular with fans. This series focused primarily on the aftermath of the Doctor establishing the story arc of River Song (by gifting her a sonic screwdriver) seen through out the Tenth and Eleventh Doctor’s tenure, and his acquiring her companion Nardole, to his care and rehabilitation of Missy while she is imprisoned on Earth. However, beyond those two elements, the series is primarily filled with stories that do not rely on throwbacks to previous adventures. Instead the Doctor has taken on Bill as a student of sorts, much like the Seventh Doctor’s relationship with Ace. Really, the only real callback to past serials was at the very end of his tenure with the return of the Mondasian Cybermen, then the Christmas special with the First Doctor, once again played by David Bradley. Moffat personally wrote those final two stories as a sendoff to his time as showrunner. And as a special, the episode prior to that, “The Eaters Of Light”, was written by Rona Munro who wrote “Survival” back in 1989. It was the first occasion where a writer for the classic series returned for the relaunch. But it was time to move on now.

Chris Chibnall, writer of such stories as “42″ and “Dinosaurs On A Spaceship” as well as co-producer and head writer of the spinoff series “Torchwood”, was announced as the new showrunner. I was fine with this, as he had proven himself as a fairly competent and creative writer. For the newest Doctor, Jodie Whittaker was cast. She was already gaining a lot of traction for roles in series like “Broadchurch” (which had Chibnall as the showrunner) and films like “Attack The Block”. She was primarily known for her dramatic roles, so enthusiastically seized this opportunity to not only make history in the program but to also challenge herself.

Murray Gold, series composer since the relaunch in 2005, also left the program and was replaced by Segun Akinola, who was in his mid-20′s at the time. Most of the bombastic orchestral arrangements were replaced by ambient and dark electronic. Further announcements were made that for Series 11, all writers and directors would be new to the series, probably to infuse fresh blood into the franchise. Chibnall also intended to introduce more diversity to the production team, both racially and with more representation of women.

The new title sequence would be far more reflective of the 60′s in both tone, music, and effects, and like those years there would be more companions than with previous Doctors. The biggest name to join on as a companion was tv personality Bradley Walsh, who was “aged up” for his role as Graham. Joining him would be Tosin Cole as his step-grandson Ryan Sinclair, and Mandip Gill as police officer Yasmin Khan.

There would be fewer episodes for Series 11 with 10, and very few tie-ins to past series would be revisited. As such, one could start the show at the beginning of the Thirteenth Doctor’s tenure without really having to know much backstory of the program (but it helps). The TARDIS itself went through a massive redesign, going from the library/laboratory look, but to the more basic feel of earlier seasons. But instead of the coral, organic look, there was a more crystalline looks amongst what could be architectural ruins. The control console is still a mishmash of various knobs and levers that could be from anywhere, which still lends to the chaotic nature of how the Doctor pilots the TARDIS.

As for the regeneration itself, the effects were again quite similar to previous instances, but a little more direct with tendrils of energy shooting out from the Doctor’s head and hands. The face is again mostly obscured, but the close up on the eyes shows the transformation, and those who were somehow not in the know about the casting, would only see the barest glimpses of the Doctor’s new feminine form.

Analysis:

First let’s get this out of the way: YES, Community did predict the regeneration of the Doctor into a woman in its thinly veiled parody “Inspector Spacetime” and YES it did predict the abject hatred fans have for her tenure “not because they’re sexist, but because she sucks.” For the last few years, I have heard variants of this sentiment, mostly targeted at Chris Chibnall or just straight up “the writing.” Do I agree with this assessment? No, but I figured we should just get that out of the way because it is a strange coincidence.

From the get go, I was completely fine with casting Jodie Whitaker. I knew she had the chops and the talent, as I had seen a few of her past projects. But the one thing I wasn’t looking forward to was the blatant sexism I knew would be coming. And then the underscored sexism from “fans” who (like above) would look for reasons to criticize the show and her casting while trying to not sound sexist.

Here’s what it boils down to, kids: if you don’t like the show, fine. No one is forcing you to like things. But when you start using stupid arguments to target this incarnation of the show, you’re only exposing your actual objections. Every season has had stinker episodes. Every writer has put out ludicrous premises and painful dialogue. Stylistic and production changes are frequent on the show. Casting against established type goes back to the 60′s. Etc, etc. Saying “It just doesn’t work for me,” is FINE. That’s OKAY. I can’t convince you to like something. I just ask that you look critically at yourself as much as you’re suddenly looking at the show.

Anyway.

Let’s get the big question out of the way: why did the Doctor regenerate into a woman? Why now and not earlier? There was a bit of priming going on in the Twelfth Doctor’s final season where he would mention that he may have been a woman before, but couldn’t quite recall. He would also declare that gender politics were signs of a lesser advanced species and the Time Lords had evolved past them (although Bill calls him out on that by noting that the title “Time Lord” is a gendered term - I’ll give a pretty easy defense for that in that the TARDIS’ translation matrix is taking the Gallifreyan language and “dumbing it down” for humans). Couple that with Missy being a very successful interpretation of the Master, and you’ve got the pieces in place to change the sex of the Doctor.

But what about the in-universe explanation? I don’t think it was random or just chance, to be honest. And it’s pretty simple, at least for Doctor Who. The Pilot showed up earlier in the series (in “The Pilot”) as a corporeal but near-omnipotent being who has deep affection for Bill. She leaves Bill, but not before enveloping her in a bubble of water and showing her a vision of the universe. We learn in “The Doctor Falls” that she has altered the very essence of what Bill is at this point, to protect her. And it is successful in that the Cyber conversion is only on a physical level, and the Doctor sees that, impossibly, the Cyber Bill cries real tears which should be impossible.

At the end of the story, Bill is reconstituted into a form like The Pilot’s, leaving her Cyber converted body behind. We also see that the Doctor has been killed in his battle against the Cybermen. Bill, in her new form, cries over the Doctor’s fallen body and almost wipes her tear off of his forehead but stops and leaves it there. I firmly believe the Doctor had died, and the tear which was infused with her new lifeforce revived him enough to begin his regeneration. And because Bill is a woman, I believe that having HER lifeforce infuse into his body directed the course of the regeneration to also become a woman. We have seen, especially in “Night Of The Doctor” and “Destiny Of The Daleks”, that outside factors can influence the course of the regeneration.

The Doctor’s rejection of this regeneration makes a little more sense when approached from this angle as well, as he has now even been denied death. His life up to this point has been completely guided by external forces, whether by the Time Lords, his TARDIS, his companions, or his enemies. Ironically, he left Gallifrey for reasons entirely devoted to his intent to lead his life how he wanted, even through all the excuses he has given. The First Doctor said he wanted to answer the question of good and evil, the Second Doctor said he was bored, the Tenth Doctor said he had the urge to run since he saw the Untempered Schism. These excuses aren’t contradictory, but they do illustrate that any way the Doctor thinks about his exodus from Gallifrey, it all boils down to being against conforming to life on his homeworld.

But, as the Tenth Doctor learned in his final days, he is forced into a role of protector and he ironically cannot escape that either. And so he rejects his regeneration, because he was ready to die. From his point-of-view, he had failed in restoring Bill from her Cyber conversion, he had failed to rehabilitation Missy, and all he had left now was to protect Mondasian refugees from the Cybermen. Making a final stand against an invading force was how his previous incarnation was ready to die, and I think both incarnations take some solace in knowing they will die for something noble. But here he is.... alive again and he doesn’t even know how it happened.

During “Twice In A Lifetime”, he receives comfort in learning that he hadn’t failed Bill. He is able to pull back and see how he is remembered both positively and negatively, and can see how far he’s come since his first incarnation. Then to find out that the Testimony Foundation is not just another villain to fight, but a reflection of humanity’s legacy inspires him. Mirroring that sentiment is the Christmas Armistice in World War 1 he witnesses first-hand (again) that instills a sense that, even during a brutal war, miraculous and unexpected events can still happen. He is moved, and I think it’s an excellent way to end his tenure.

Now on to the Thirteenth Doctor, and first off the general tone of the show. Yes, it has definitely changed. From the start, the new opening sequence is far more reflective of 60′s Doctor Who with its howlaround, video feedback, look. The incidental music is ambient and dark, and even the lighting seems a bit more unnerving. But this is sharply contrasted with Whitaker’s take on the Doctor, who loves her companions and is infectiously excitable. This sort of contrast reminds me very much of the Second Doctor’s tenure.

However UNLIKE the Second Doctor, the Thirteenth Doctor is far more techy and enjoys tinkering with gadgets not unlike the Third Doctor. Her big toothy grin evokes the Fourth Doctor. It’s fairly obvious that Whitaker did her homework. The stories were a little hit and miss though, but again this is nothing new. The story “Rosa” had a great sentiment, but I felt it got a little confused in its execution. This would probably have worked far better as just a historical or, like “Vincent And The Doctor”, with the alien influence really minimized. As an example where that is done successfully, “Demons Of The Punjab” really nails the tone and the writing, and stands out as a highlight for not only that series but Thirteen’s entire tenure.

To try to have Thirteen stand on her own, references in that first season to past seasons was super light and I even started questioning if Thirteen even remembered her past selves. She did, as it transpired, but the production team was pretty smart about allowing new viewers to not get bogged down with the past. Further series not only brought back references to past series, but also expanded it and shook it up pretty explicitly - but more on that next time.

And I know they really wanted to start her first episode off with a bang, but having her fall from sub-orbit and crash through a train roof was... a little excessive. It IS easily explained that the excess regeneration energy undoubtedly just healed her, but we weren’t even given that. Again I wonder what new viewers were thinking.

If I had one complaint, it would honestly be that sometimes I legitimately have a hard time following what everyone is saying. There’s something about the writing and direction, and this is not the fault of a single writer or director but probably Chris Chibnall as showrunner, that important dialogue seems to blast through really quickly and really subtly, and there were many occasions that I completely missed plot points and had to doublecheck the Wiki entry later. Whitaker does have a pretty pronounced North accent, and the other characters can rattle off their lines just as quickly as she can at times. I’m sure native UK residents don’t have this problem though.... right?

And Another Thing...

I love that David Bradley gives us a fantastic portrayal of the First Doctor, but go back and watch William Hartnell’s actual episodes: he’s not nearly as sexist or difficult as depicted in “Twice In A Lifetime”.

Yasmin: “Hey! Hold on there please, madam. I need you to do as I say. This could be a potential crime scene.” The Thirteenth Doctor: “Why are you calling me madam?” Yasmin: “Because you're a woman.” The Thirteenth Doctor: “Am I? Does it suit me?” Yasmin: “What?” The Thirteenth Doctor: “Oh yeah, I remember. Sorry, half an hour ago I was a white-haired Scotsman. When's the next train due?”

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[bisexualamy]

For the Doctor Who ask: 4, 8, 12 and 20

4. who is your least favorite doctor ? why ?

the only doctor i actively dislike is s3 ten because of the way he treated martha. 10 as a whole is okay. he’s definitely in my bottom half for doctors but i don’t dislike him, particularly in s4 with donna, the way i dislike him in s3.

i love thirteen as a doctor but overall her era is my least favorite. jodie is a great actor and there’s all the building blocks there of a fantastic doctor, but imo the writing does not live up to her skill and that’s a shame to me. i wish she had more opportunities to be angry or righteous or take some sort of risk but it seems the writers don’t want to give her a lot of opportunities to be Wrong in the same way previous doctors were allowed to be.

8. favorite outfit of the doctor’s ? why ?

i am an absolute slut for all of three’s velvet coats. in modern who, i have a soft spot for 11’s first outfit mainly for the nostalgia. fashion wise, i think 13 has my favorite outfit in modern who, followed close second by 12’s s10 outfit.

12. favorite romance involving a doctor ?

as a rule i really don’t like doctor romances, especially doctor/companion romances. honestly, i love doctor/tardis as a soulmate reading and its the only ship involving the doctor i’m really into reading romantically. big fan of the doctor’s wife and looove whatever fucked up thing they had going on in zagreus. the tardis is one of the doctor’s most interesting relationships by far and i wish we explored it a bit more.

i’m also obsessed with what certain iterations of the doctor and the master have going on. i 10000% agree with the take that what makes a doctor/master pairing work is the somber note that they were friends once and if you don’t get the sense that on some level, deep down, these two people care about each other still (both of them! not just the doctor), then the doctor/master relationship really falls flat. that’s the most interesting aspect of their relationship by far imo. if there’s no lingering love there (platonic, romantic, whatever you want to read it as) then what’s the difference between the master and the monster of the week, honestly.

my favorite parings are 3/delgado and 12/missy. loooove watching them on screen together. obsessed with what they have going on.

20. if you could change anything about the show, what would it be ?

more companions that aren’t human and/or aren’t from 21st century earth, more variations in story length (big fan of having a few multi part stories and a few one offs. take as much time as you need to tell the story without the pressure to fill air time), and make it weirder. doctor who is at it’s best when it’s weird, cheesy, and full of heart.

#thank you!! #hailing frequencies open #littleironi

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 12

Synopsis: Reader meets Missy. It's a mixed bag.

A/n: sorry for another delay. Hope you enjoy. More doctor fuckery and allusions to the doctors current devolution. Yay I hope you enjoy yayyy.

What were these truths the Doctor was talking about? At least he was being honest! A damn shame to your overloaded brain, but you appreciated it nonetheless. Maybe you would bring yourself to honestly about your profession after. Maybe. You’d have to test the waters and go off what tonight’s surprise was.

Your heart slammed itself into it's cage.

The next few hours were hell on Earth. What was this secret he was going to reveal?

You always dealt with waiting so poorly…

You got through your final tutoring via the university without nary a hiccup, but your brain combed through all the possibilities you could scrounge from sci-fi shows. What was that one nearly-sixty years old program that the BBC had?

Too late now…

You did sneak home to change into something that didn’t scream ‘lazy’.

Soon it was nearly nine. As you walked to his office, you felt like you were at a wall, breathing your last free breaths before the firing squad came upon you. You worked on your breathing exercises as you went to knock the door.

He was there, illuminated softy. Grey hair fluffed, in a burgundy shirt and hoodie. He looked utterly (and unfairly!) Breath-taking. You felt both underdressed and overdressed.

“Good evening!” He smiled, it was one of those easy, unnerving, comfortable smiles that framed his eyes so well.

“Hey.” Was the best you could muster. Your vocabulary stolen from your tongue as easily as the breath from your lungs over him…

How could someone who was quite literally older than the rededication of the Second Temple look so good?

Alien magic, must be.

“You remember that Missy character?”

“Yeah, her? Them?” You struggled.

“Her.”

“Ah.”

“She’s been on her best behavior. Stunning, really.”

“And?”

“I think you two need to meet. I’ve cleared the idea with her other…Guardian.”

“Oh?”

“Nardole…he’s an egg. I sent him to Norwich for a packet of crisps.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” It didn’t.

You rubbed your lip together in a partial move to rip the skin off, but also to provide some sort of outlet for the nervousness that was still coming up from the pit of your stomach.

What was Missy?

He offered the crook of his arm, “Shall we go?”

You took it.

The walk was nice, silent. The weather was warming up nicely. Mild night.

Soon you went to a place obscured in some hardly-looked after corner in the university’s basement. He pressed some hidden point and the wall snapped in two, revealing some contraption. He unhooked himself from you and started entering codes, some little monitor popped up and scanned his eye.

It asked for a verbal confirmation.

He spoke in some language that made your blood run cold and you feel small. Something about it was haunting. Like singing.

It unveiled another wall with a turn-lock, from which he produced a key and unlocked it.

Finally, it seemed safe to part through.

“What did she do?” You asked, voice husky with fear.

“Enough.” He let a little snort escape.

You nodded and went in.

It was a grand room, a couple of old, antique chairs and some meager side tables faced what was a mighty cage! It looked like glass, on the platform. Inside this guided cage was a woman, in simple Victorian clothes.

She played piano very gently.

“Missy.” The Doctor seemingly pleaded.

The woman inside slammed the lid shut and turned around.

She had the most insane, yet oddly lovely smile. Cat-like.

She was thin.

“Oh…you’ve brought me a plaything?” She grinned.

Her accent sounded Scottish. Like the Doctor.

“Do all aliens sound like Scotsmen?” You blurted out before you could monitor your thoughts.

“I’m sorry!” You amended.

She laughed, it sounded like bells.

“One would certainly hope so!” She responded.

“I’m Missy! Short for Mistress!”

“Oh, I’m (y/n).”

She shot the Doctor some look. He shot her another look. It seemed they were having an entire conversation without you. You felt alienated. You looked between them.

“I’ve heard nothing but good. Typical!” She approached you at the edge of her enclosure. You felt caged. Missy stalked you as if she were a lioness and you were some disabled, freshly birthed gazelle. You started sweating, it dewed down your back.

“Oh!”

“My best enemy.” He elaborated.

You nodded more, at a total loss for words. Your breathing became manual.

“So what did you do?”

“Oh, this girlie is rude! I love it!” She shot the Doctor another look.

“Don’t talk behind my back?” You assumed.

Missy nearly fell over! She started laughing, “Rude and clever! He’s certainly taught you well.”

Your eyes could have shot out of their sockets.

“You’re like Jedi, yeah? Can communicate with your brains?” You explained.

“Sure enough? Jedi are the Lego ones?” the Doctor asked.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy her.” Missy predated you more. Nose pressed against her enclosure.

You got the briefest of synopsis of their entire relationship. You felt yourself blinking from your brain overloading. It felt like someone dumped out your mind and shook the contents up before tossing it all back in, haphazardly.

You swallowed heavily.

“So Time Lords. Do you all have such…intense names? Mistress, Doctor? So is there a Bachelor?” You felt your arms move as if to elaborate this point.

“Different generations have different naming convention. My brother is Irving Braxiatel.”

“Of course. Makes sense. My name’s (y/n) but now all the kids are McKinsleigh or Harley or whatever.”

“Exactly.”

“Oh, my dear Doctor, you have a smart one on your hands. Now how do you like the stars, kiddo?”

You shook your head quickly. “Nope, no stars for me. I’m not going up there. Nope. I know what happens! I’m genre aware. I know what goes down in space. And if you’ve had a lot of dead companions previously…not me. I am not that suicidal!” You felt like a horizontal bobble head of sorts.

“See!” She slapped her thigh. “This one’s got common sense! She’s not going to swan off and get herself killed by a giant bird!”

It seemingly touched a tender point.

“Oh, here you go, bringing up Clara! What’s with you?” He seemed on the verge of spitting. “We’re having such a normal time!”

“Oh, she was my manic pixie dream bitch too!” Missy countered, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

You made several notes to bring up later when you were going to bring up some new ground rules for this relationship, if this Missy didn’t tear you to shreds and eat your entrails like a tin of tuna.

The cat metaphors kept coming…

Were Time Lords cats?

No! Cats have barbed penises and that Time Lord you were fond of didn’t…

“May I get a tuba now?” Missy pleaded.

“We’ll see.”

You found yourself fiddling with your necklaces in a very rapid way with one hand. The other twisting the massive gold hoop in your one ear. Nervous habits coming in strong to help you self-soothe in this inopportune moment…

Somewhere the Doctor produced a flask of tea and poured some out, it was herbal. At the moment you couldn’t discern much more than that.

He gave it to all, including Missy, who’s barrier seemed penetrable to him, but not her. As she touched it and it repelled her.

Where did he pull out all these things?

What was the barrier made of? Did it work on genes?

Your mind roared for an explanation.

You reminded yourself to take it in strive. You weren’t working with logic and sanity anymore. You were in some contrived sci-fi story now.

It was the only way that you’d survive this!

Missy asked you something pleasantries involving your studies, and you divulged your grand plans.

“Oh, not overly ambitious. No martyr complex. Doctor this one may survive you.” Her focus splintered.

You felt out of your depth even more. You were taking it in stride, but that felt like it was lacking. Although…an opportunity did arise.

Did you have the guts to take it?

You pondered on. If it did turn nasty, you were outnumbered. Two of these so called ’Time Lords’. One you. One very mortal and squishy you.

Missy seemed to know far more than she probably should. You craved a bit more knowledge.

Shouldn’t you be privy to details about the man you’ve been not only fucking, but falling madly under his spell? And dare you utter it- loved?

“So what’s the deal with you Time Lords?” You asked Missy.

“An ancient race. We’re the pinnacle of evolution. Very few races will or ever will get close. Some have tried, they fail to become as optimized.”

“A bit eugenics-y.” You responded, your brows knitted together.

“Funny collars.” The Doctor chimed in. “That’s the opposite of optimized.”

“Oh, Mister President! How salacious!” She cooed in his general direction.

“President?” Your eyes boggled from their sockets.

“Technically. I’m also the De Facto President of Earth in an emergency. Neither here nor there…”

“And he’s ever so humble! My dear, Doctor. If this were two bodies ago you’d be preening!”

You looked down and blinked hard, as you started to chew on the inside of your cheek.

“Oh, him? Yeah, I was a but more vain. I mean, how could I not? All youth and fire and forged from Rose’s love.”

“And who the hell is Rose?” Your jealousy creeping back in.

“Oh, Doctor! You dog! She was very blonde! Broke many universes trying to find him again!” Missy gaped, as if she had personally sprung this trap.

“She helped me. I was raw from the War. She saw my hearts and that’s all.” The explanation was clearly him trying to not irk any jealousy in you.

“She got a wee clone! They’re in a parallel universe!” Missy simmered up, swinging around on her ankles.

“You are annoying.”

“You could have let Torvic kill me!” She put her hands on her hips and pulled a sour face.

“I’m sorry, who’s Torvic?” You were being bombarded with more information than you could handle.

“I was a soft lad. This kid kept bullying me. He was going to kill me, but here does come ikkle little Doctor with a rock! Bye bye Torvic!” She announced it like she was a wrestling presenter.

“How old were…you all?”

“Ten!” Missy clapped her hands together.

“Death’s champion!” She elaborated with a sick glee, pointing at the Doctor.

“I’m assuming you can…change sexes.” You kept piecing it together. “Were you ever a woman?”

“Maybe next go!” The Doctor said.

You leaned down and rested your fingers on your jaw as if to keep it from falling off onto the ground.

“So…how does that all work?”

“Two hearts, they prevent death and kick in our ancient rights!” Missy flourished.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.” The Doctor stepped in. “We get a new face, new body. New chances. We keep our core. But everything from our personality to our kidneys.”

You inhaled.

“Anything else I need to know…assuming that you do that in front of me.” You curbed your attention to the Doctor. You wanted answers and you didn’t want him to give up this particular body. You didn’t want to play this particular game of Russian Roulette. His body right now was perfect…from his hair to his toes. Like it was personally designed to drive you mad. A sexy, silver fox with dynamic light eyes and a smile that robbed you of the ability to breathe, plus that voice like was a good motorcycle engine. And, a perfect package that hit right in the right spots…

You were objectifying an immortal alien.

What had your life become?

“That shit’s…crazy.” You gave an exceedingly reductive statement.

“No promises, but I’ll try.” He gave you a small, reassuring smile…

“Before precious Rose, there was his wife, that Scottish lad, that journalist Sarah Jane Smith, me, that ginger twink who’s name escapes me and probably a few I’m forgetting! And after there was-” Missy smiled a positively evil grin.

You put your hand up and stopped her from going into any more detail.

“Sarah Jane Smith? The mega-journo who always had the hottest stories? The one who was always leaking the top bylines?” You instinctively tore off your thumb nail.

You kept putting your hands up and down. Going to point a finger. You felt like a malfunctioning kettle.

“W-w-what? Do you…see in me?” You raised both of your hands up as you shrugged and struggled. “Universe traveling blondes? Award-winning journalists? A ginger twink? This jailbird?” You voice scaling up octaves to those only dogs could hear as you slapped your hands over your thighs and grasped them tightly…

You started those dratted breathing exercises and placed your right hand on your only heart.

The Doctor seemed to be sorting through some sort of dilemma in his mind.

“Yeah, tell her!” Missy cheered.

You shot her a murderous glare.

She scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue.

“I see you as warmth. You are yourself. I see you as someone who’s good. Despite it all. A good student and a great partner. Someone to enjoy while I can. Nothing to complicate or drag into danger.”

Something about these words and his gaze into you had you fighting these words, but becoming placated by them. They were like a cozy quilt on your worries…

“I’ve put others I loved in danger. Learned those lessons. Never again.”

You felt your mind slowing down from the anger and self-doubt.

It felt like truthfulness. You’d take truthfulness.

The looks that Missy and the Doctor passed between each other has you shiver in fear.

You felt like you needed to vomit.

“Can I go home now?” You squeaked out once you felt a but more emotionally regulated.

“Of course.” He helped you up and turned to Missy, “No tuba.” He told her.

She raged on a bit as you felt yourself being tucked into his side and escorted out.

You leaned against a wall as he locked the Vault up.

He folded you under his arm.

“So what do you think of my best enemy?”

You felt yourself feeling suddenly very sleepy and like you had been dreaming. You were very conflicted and of many minds. You would have to work through all this later. There was just so much information and new thoughts that needed evaluated. Though you felt something holding you back from it. The emotional toll of the past few days, inevitably catching up to you.

What was that something was holding you back?

Probably your love of the Doctor.

You felt yourself crying.

“Why don’t I walk you to your flat? What’s the address?” He wiped your face with some old-fashioned looking hankie.

You gave him your address. It was a longer walk, but maybe it would do you good.

You started to walk. It was going somewhat smoothly.

After a silent walk, you stated as you got closer to the safety of your home. “I think she’s insane. Probably it’s for the best she’s in that…situation. Like sectioning, but worse? She could be fun, if she tried. I feel…yeah. I mean, if you’re a package deal. A bit weird she’s your ex. But yeah.” You answered his previous question.

“Is she a threat? To me?” You asked, jealously.

“No, we’re finished. Ancient news far older than your civilization…”

“Ah, okay.” You felt more satisfied.

“She is quite…pretty.” You remarked.

“Hadn’t noticed.”

You nodded, as you arrived to the front door.

“This is me.” You pointed. “You…want to come up? Get a night cap. I know I’m going to need it.” You joked, as you used your pinky nail to scratch the bridge of your nose.

“Not tonight. How about after you finish exams? I still have to some things done in that regards.”

“Valid.”

He leaned down and pressed hip lips to your forehead.

“Good-night, (y/n).” He smiled as he closed his hand over yours and gave it a squeeze.

“Good-night, Doctor.” It still felt strange to not call him ‘Professor’. You didn’t know how to feel. Calling him ‘Professor’ felt better coming off your tongue.

So much to over-analyze.

You opened the door and went up to your flat. After pouring yourself a large shot of vodka to take, you laid on your favorite chair and zoned out.

So much for a normal, nice time at university!

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#5

back on my bs i just cant cant cant see dhawan master after missy and maybe its because i have a tendency to only want to see the good in people but i also like to think that missy at the end was good!!! she tried so hard to better herself why would she go against all that improvement and become the dhawan master??

59 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#4

me refering to the doctor by all pronouns because its real and canon but Specifically 12 because??? 'we're billions of years beyond your petty obsession with gender'

71 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#3

Missy saying 'Your version of good is not absolute.' to the Doctor is very important in my opinion. Because she's right, The Doctor's idea of good is not perfect and sometimes it isnt even good. This is also because they have different morals, priorities etc. They have lived different lives.

107 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

12 and River had the longest linear time together out of all the Doctor incarnations. Twenty Four years together and no spoilers between them. All that is in their past. Twenty Four years in domestic bliss if you will. Eight Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty Six days together. Every interaction before this could be counted on one hand. Those could all amount to less than a year. 12 had the most time with her. Yes Eleven has more TV stories, however Twelve had twenty four whole uninterrupted years. It's so bittersweet. River spends 24 years with the man she loves, this version that knows everything and has seen it all. And the Doctor knows, the next time she'll see him, he will not know her. Ten will meet the whirlwind that is Professor River Song and she will know everything about him and he will know nothing.

Their whole story is so sad. Can you imagine dying infront of a man who you love so deeply and yet he has no idea who you are? Or finding yourself falling in love with this woman who knows you less each time and who you know will die?

The realisation setting in as they arrive at The Singing Towers and knowing this is the last time they will truly know eachother wholly. The last time they will know each event in eachothers winding timeline.

River said in one episode that one day, she will meet the Doctor and he will have no idea who she is and saying that it might just kill her. Unfortunately in a way, it did.

River almost begging the Doctor to 'please tell me you know who I am' because she knows what it means for them. The way you see her face visibly fall.

Twenty Four years means nothing when you are dying and your husband doesn't know who you are, doesn't understand how important you are. How it breaks the heart so tenderly cared for.

Twenty Four years is everything when you know every other meeting prior has been mere days or weeks or at the cost of many lives. Twenty Four years is everything and more.

Twenty Four years is more than so many other people get. It's both enough time and not enough at all.

At Darillium, they knew eachother the most. But River still had one adventure left and it killed her.

109 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

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