#cheem talks or something
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How about hc's with yan Bill, but the reader actually fights back and is really angsty? I'm tired of seeing shrimpy cheems readers and I want an explosive reactive reader who's not willing to give themselves up!
HELL YEAH. POP OFF Y/N
-He. Is. LIVID.
-You are refusing his love, his advances, you won't submit
-And for someone who loves chaos so much, he sure does love to have all his pieces in place
-He gets harsher with punishments, but you just scream and curse at him while he tortures your loved ones
-Listen, Bill likes people who aren't completely docile. He craves something interesting
-But you, oh, poor, sweet you...
-You're being too much
-When torturing you and your loved ones fails, he does a 180 and acts all nice. Giving you things, your room is nicer, outside privileges...
-And you see right through it
-Knock that off before he kills you
-If you won't submit, he'll just keep you as a pretty gold statue to talk to
#billposting#alex writes#gravity falls x reader#bill cipher x reader#yandere bill cipher x reader#yandere gravity falls x reader
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Doge Asks 3rd Year Anniversary Special
*Lightning zaps a massive space ship hovering over a suspicious laboratory*
Scientist: Assistant! Status report!
Assistant: The ship's preparing to destroy the serotonin supply, Walter's still talking to thin air, and the catgirls's gone stir crazy again!
Scientist: That's not a report. That's just stating the obvious!
*Le Catgirl scratching the door has arrived*
Catgirl: Outside!
Doge: Come one folks! There's gotta be something we can do to save this 3 year running joke!
Anti-Doge: We could also make a new inverse character. It's always unexpected!
*Le everyone waiting silently and nothing happens has arrived*
Anti-Doge: The Wowish Inquisition didn't show up. This is NOT good.
Doge: We don't need more inverse characters! Cheems is too busy fighting Yomgurt to help us!
Jim: And that Karen clone that's actually nice-
Anti-Doge: Caren?
Jim: Yes, Caren but not Karen, she's running an orphanage daycare now. She's not gonna care enough to help us...Ironic.
Murphy: What about anti-Walter? He's gotta be sane right?
Anti-Doge: Retlaw's on a holiday trip to the Alps.
*Meanwhile in le Alps*
*Le Retlaw yodeling has arrived*
Retlaw: My good name is Retlaw!
*Back in le lab.*
Murphy: Should we even expect Coach Henry to do something?
Doge: With any luck, he's still in jail.
Jim: Wellllll.
Doge: He IS still in jail, right?
Jim: Yeah, totally in jail. Never gonna help us up or save us down.
Scientist: Did you just Rickroll the great DOCTOR VON PROFESSOR?!
*Jim smiles*
Jim: Had to get one last on in before the end.
Murphy: What if we all get back in your time machine and see if Professor Von Doctor can help us?
Scientist: That's the M.U.T.T. and we can't use it. The M.U.T.T. would take too long and the time machine's broken. SOMEBODY decided to use it to create a temporal paradox and then a snazzy dressed alien with a flying blue rectangle broke it.
Doge: Well...I guess we're doomed. Come on guys, let's go on the subreddit and let everyone know this is the end.
Walter: Al! There's gotta be something we haven't tried yet!
Al: Sam, I know! Ziggy's running every simulation he can on hot to get that sorry excuse for a UFO outta here and keep everyone's dopamine intact!
Walter: Serotonin!
Al: They both keep you happy, it's the same thi- Wait a minute.
Walter: What?
Al: The percentage of taking that thing out of the sky's just gone from 0 to 1 percent. 2. 3. Something's happening.
Assistant: Doc! I've got something on the long-range scanners!
*Meanwhile in le space ship*
Captain: Report!
Weapons Dog: The Serotonin Stopper's at 85% power, sir.
Captain: That's not a report. That's just stating the obvious.
Weapons Doge: Yes, sir. Weapons will finish charging within a minute. Then Cringeville will be destroyed, along with the last reserves of serotonin. Then with no reason for anyone to try, we would've finally put a long overdue end to this terrible running joke that's been going on for 3 years.
Captain: Now THAT'S a report.
Weapons Doge: Thank you, sir.
Captain: You may fire when ready.
Scanner Doge: Captain, we've detected a single fighter jet on a course directly to us.
Captain: A single fighter? We've got a space ship with city destroying capabilities. Who on Earth would be crazy enough to take us on fight a single...Wait.
*Le fighter jet soars through le clouds towards le space ship*
*As the clouds clear, the name on the jet can be seen, "Bonker 35"*
Captain: FIRE ALL WEAPONS NOW!
Weapons Doge: I can't, they're not charged! The plot won't let me!
Communications Doge: We're getting a signal from the fighter. Putting it onscreen.
*The fighter pilot appears and takes off his mask*
Doge Anon: Hello boys! I'M BAAAAAACK!
*Le missile launches into le space ship and turns it into fireworks*
Doge: Well, that was convenient!
Murphy: My tractors are saved!
Doge: And so are Walter's fire and monster trucks!
Anti-Doge: WOOOO!
Scientist: Good to see the lab wasn't destroyed again. If it released the thing in the basement before it was ready, that would've been a disaster.
*Meanwhile in le basement*
*A very small thing floats in a green tank*
Thing: Sssoooooonnn.
*Back in le ground floor*
Assistant: Good. That would've been messy.
Anti-Doge: All this to say that it's great to be back! This calls for a musical number! HAND ME LE MIC!
Doge: Oh no, you don't, I'm singing this one first!
*Le fighting over le mic as September by Earth, Wind & Fire starts playing*
Walter: So we did it?
Al: That's right, Sam. Everything goes mostly back to normal. Karen gets to angry, she drops into a hate coma for a month, giving Doge some much needed time off. Anti-Doge goes on to give the best punchline of his career.
*Le Anti-Doge punches Doge*
Al: Yeah, there it is. And Lilothy becomes the first mayor of Cringeville to be a minor.
Walter: He does?
Al: Sworn into office right before his 18th birthday, so it counts. Oh and...Uh, that's gonna be ugly when it happens.
Walter: What? Does someone take him out?
Al: No, he goes on to serve 8 terms and does fine. This one's about that thing in the basement below us. It's not pretty. Good news for you though is you eventually go on to own an emporium that sells fully functional fire trucks to dogs everywhere at a reasonable price.
Walter: So I'm gonna leap outta here?!
Al: Yeah, just as soon as-
Murphy: Hey Walts! How about after this, we go down to your place and have a round of quarter pounders, on me?
Walter: Sure. That sounds nice.
Al: Bye bye crazy world.
*Le blue light engulfs Walter*
Walter: Ah, FINALLY!
*Le Sam leaps into the body of someone holding clippers to a wire in a box*
Bomb Squad guy: Come on, Anderson, pick a wire. This thing's gonna go off in 40 seconds.
Sam: Oh boy!
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Happy 3 years of cringey jokes, Nunya. Hopefully next year's more active than this one, and I hope you still enjoy it!
-Doge Anon le first
Submitted, obviously, by Doge Anon
I was gonna try and do something but nothing that came to mind could top this you've sent so I went simple since I can't compete anyhow.
We're a couple years behind the subreddit, but that's just fine.
It's a good day, got a doge ask
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I scratch my neck "no need to be sorry heh."
I adjust my glasses as blush lightly covers my cheems and i give a warm smile.
"Its no problem really, i dont mind. You guys are nice and funny so of course id wanna cheer ya up and vist when your feelin down or something"
My leg starts bouncing as i talk and i pull the bags back together
-edgy.🦩
Your constant fidgeting keeps distracting cash as he watches the movement. He seems pretty spacey right now and is clearly having trouble playing attention
Cash: *shaking his head slightly* heh, well thanks… uh did you want to play some video games? I’m not working today, can’t focus.
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Current ask game
@leoparddoodle tagged 1000 years ago so here goes.
Current time: 1:39AM
Currently thinking about: how angry the sonic dlc has made me, college debt, job applications and whether or not I shall be allowed to work, my friends wedding! But also existentially if I'm enough. I know the answer yes but though I enough that doesn't mean I can't be more I suppose. Generally philosophy and self improvement!
Current favorite song: ooooo finally an excuse to talk about some JAMS!!! Rn I absolutely love cheem's new deluxe album. Especially the new song EOE! I also really like heart attack man's new album "freak of nature" (do not listen to it in an airport lmao) it's very cathartic and validates my rage. The new sonic dlc music is also pure bliss. Shoutout to tails mvmt, knuckles movement, hype street remix, and second wind! Absolute ear porn!
Currently reading: I'm reading deep work by cal Newport. It was suggested to me by my college professor in 2018 and I've stalled on reading it for 5 years lmao. I'm also reading blue lock (SO FUCKING GOOD) and gearing up for grant Morrison's animal man and zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance! Also I'm reading through witch on the holy night (I'll talk more about it more later)
Currently watching: watching kare Kano for the first time with the fucking fam (I wish I had what they have T-T) also watching haruhi for the first time. Hoping to get on the succession hype train soon! Also good doctor shitpost watch through 🤔🤔🤔
Current favorite character: idk what this means. Like hyper fixations????? Uuuuh Nagi (blue lock), 621, Handler Walter, soundwave, Starscream, Aoko, Alice, super sonic 2.
WIP: two short stories connected to something, a pilot, short film script, concept for short film pitch, a few video essays. Many things that will wilter but other things that will bloom.
Okie doke it's your turn @lifehasmanydoorsfuckboy
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Should
Should i make an encanto writing account?
#HELP I DONT KNOW IF I WANNA OE NOT#should i? cause i think i might#cheem talks or something#encanto requests#encanto fanfic#encanto
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im late to the battle but you best believe i come strapped with enough ammo to blast the haters into outer space
mj. knowing you and screaming at/with you has been the highlight of my fandom experience. i won't forget how you first reached out to me all those months ago (probably having seen me losing my shit in the tags) with something like "i admire your passion for word of honor and wenzhou bc i feel like you're one of the few people who feels for them as deeply as i do". i used to be too chicken shit to interact with anyone on here so it really meant a lot to me and im SO SO GLAD i made a friend of YOU!!! ❤️💙
it's been a wild ride since then. my memories of the devil judge days are inextricably tied to you, my yohan. it was a wonderful high and we rode it together, being total crackheads about it
then there was a promise what now feels like forever ago that we were going to be insufferable about bad buddy together when it started airing and BOY does insufferable not even begin to cover it. i wouldn't know what to do with myself if i couldn't transition from screaming at the end credits to screaming in your inbox/DMs
mj. your mind and soul shine brighter than anon would ever be able to handle. your passion and enthusiasm for the things you love is like a brilliant flame that so many like me can't help but be drawn to. i am floored every single time i see you go off in the tags. like HOLY SHIT HOW MANY BRAINCELLS DOES THIS WOMAN HAVE. you're also incredibly funny and serve exactly my brand of crack. and everytime you call me beloved i need to be strapped to an oxygen tank no kidding 🥺
in conclusion, i love you and you deserve the greatest of things and im sending you all the hugs and positivity ❤️💙
i want you to know that every time we would get some news about bad buddy, that the script was ready, that they were doing workshops, that they had started/ended filming, that ohmnanon had given an interview saying that it’d air soon, when we got the airing date and official trailer….. every single time i’d think to myself, “i can’t wait to be insufferable about this show with cheems!!!”
it was truly a promise to me and one that i love keeping, a show that i absolutely love sharing with you and i wouldn’t have it any other way.
some day i’ll be an old lady talking to my three cats about the time i watched bad buddy and you can be sure i’ll be mentioning you.
fuck okay. let me organize my thoughts. i’m crying now. you blasted the haters AND me into outer space 😭😭😭😭
yes! i read some of your tags about woh at the time and i felt really connected to you. i loved feeling that close to someone through the simple act of loving a show so entirely. i’m glad woh gave us that because you instantly felt like an old friend to me and everything we shared from that moment on was also the highlight of my fandom experience 💕💕💕
I AM YOUR YOHAN AND YOU ARE MY GAON!! PERMANENTLY!!! how lucky are we to share so many obsessions? what’s up with us? are our three braincells holding onto each other to survive? wouldn’t doubt that akdjskkd
🥺🥺🥺🥺 you’re the sweetest! but we both know i don’t have any braincells left alksksks but i make up for that with many many MANY heartcells and every insane thing i say comes from my insane heart. and that only happens because i’m inspired by wonderful people like you and wonderful shows like woh and bb!!!
because yes, you are my beloved friend, my beloved mutual, my beloved companion of obsessions, simply my beloved who’s always incredibly kind and nice to me. you’ve taught me so much throughout these months and my sense of humor comes a lot from you okay aldkkskd like we’re slowly growing old together on this hellsite.
anyways!! thank you SO much for this insanely beautiful ask (made me cry about eight times. you and p’aof want me Dead), for having an insanely big heart and more importantly, for sharing some of your time and passion with me. what we have is priceless!! and that anon can never even begin to compare to your impact in my life. they can only wish!
i love you so so so much and i’m eternally grateful for your friendship ❤️💙
#i wish i could tattoo your words on my forehead and arms#wish i could keep this as a token of our friendship forever with me#you are the best 💕#wack-overflow#cheems tag#mj got mail!#favorite
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Your Necklace Hanging From My Neck
Paring: 13th Doctor x Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2,494
Summary: Whilst getting ready for an adventure, the Doctor comes to you, hairbrush in hand, with an odd request.
Request: hey, I really love how you write 13! can I request reader braiding 13s hair with the prompt “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”
Prompt: Stop moving and let me braid your hair.
A/N: So, I actually can't braid hair, but one of my best friends can, and when we were kids I was often the recipient of hair braids, so, I guess I kind of just reversed my experience. I hope it still works!!
You frowned at the necklaces in front of you, trying to work out which one would be more appropriate to wear. The five of you – Graham, Ryan, Yaz, you, and the Doctor, were representing the embassy for the Tree of Cheem in the New Earth Senate. You weren’t sure exactly why you were doing it, but you knew it had something to do with a forest that the Tree People wanted to protect, and that New Earth wanted to knock down to build a city.
You also knew that it was important to dress correctly, that you had to adequately represent the Tree People, or the New Earth Senate wouldn’t take you seriously as representatives.
Your hand hovered over a necklace with a wooden pendent in the shape of a leaf. There was a certain kind of life to it, like you could feel the soul of the tree it was from. But would it be tacky to wear it? Technically it was like wearing the Tree People’s skin, they were made out of wood, after all.
You then glanced towards the metal pendent, which was a small Tree of Life. It was such an important symbol to so many different mythologies and religions on Earth, that you were sure that even thousands of years in the future, the New Earth Senate would recognise it – but if they didn’t then you were just wearing a tree pendant.
There was a knock at the door and you straightened, leaning into your chair. You called out. “Come in!”
The door opened slowly, and you found that the Doctor was standing there. She was wearing dark blue trousers, paired with a matching dark blue blazer, and was wearing a white, button up shirt with a rainbow stripe running down one side. Even with her hair sticking out in different directions, reminding you of a birds nest, she still looked ridiculously nice.
You swallowed nervously, noticing that your mouth had gone dry.
Yeah. Ridiculously nice.
“Hi Doc,” you said, and were momentarily mortified when your voice cracked. “Is everything okay.”
“Do you know how to braid hair?” She asked.
For a moment you didn’t answer, too stunned by the request. It was such an odd thing for her to ask, you didn’t think she had ever done anything with her hair a day in her life – except cut it.
And now she wanted it braided?
The Doctor spoke on, rambling. “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t, I can go find Yaz. I know she knows how to braid hair, and her hair always looks good – I mean, maybe I shouldn’t have bothered you in the first place-“
You spun around in your chair, holding your hands up placatingly. “Woah Doc, it’s okay,” the Doctor clamped her mouth shut when you spoke, and you gave her a small smile. You waved a hand, gesturing to your bedroom. “Come in.”
She glanced into your bedroom, and her eyes widened slightly, which confused you. You weren’t sure what it was that she found daunting, but she almost looked like a deer caught in headlights.
You stood up walking over to your bed and sitting on it cross-legged. Considering how short her hair was, it would be easier to braid her hair here, where you could reach it better. You patted the bed in front of her, trying to give her a reassuring smile. “C’mere.”
The Doctor gave you a single, solitary nod, and then scurried into your bedroom like she was a trespassing toddler. She arrived at the foot of your bed, and placed a hand on your bedspread experimentally, as if she was trying to determine the thread count.
Then, just as carefully, she climbed onto your bed, sitting in front of you.
She was quite close, her knees bumped against yours as she sat, and you swore there was only half an inch between your noses. You let out a shaky breath, suddenly hyper aware of your own body; where your arms were, the shape of your legs, and the way your toes stuck out from under you.
Your throat was dry. The Doctor was so close. You could see into her eyes, and you realised, quite suddenly, that you had never actually quite looked into her eyes before, not properly. You couldn’t work out what colour they were, in the light, currently, they looked hazel, almost brown, but then she tilted her head, and suddenly they were as green as the grass from your childhood school’s oval.
You cleared your throat. “How would you like your hair done?”
The Doctor blinked, and you watched her eyes refocus on you. “Oh, braids. Did I forget to say that?”
The absurdity of her response startled a laugh out of you. “Oh Doc, no, I know you want braids. I just mean, what kind?” You rattled off a couple of different versions you could do; a single braid, double braids. For her, you would even try a waterfall braid, even though her hair was quite short.
The Doctor chewed on her lip in thought. It was distracting, and you found your gaze lingering by her mouth.
“I dunno,” she said, and you snapped your head up. Her face was pulled slightly in a small frown, scrunched up in that adorably familiar way. “What would make me look most like a tree?”
“Probably tree bark,” you said, not really fully considering the question. They you realised what she meant. “Oh wait, is that a thing?”
“It’s a sign of respect,” she explained, and her eyes began to twinkle in that familiar way that they always did when she was about to explain something she thought was really cool. The topics normally ranged from anything including quantum physics or the history of jammie dodgers. “The Tree People see them as patterns, like the ones they have on their bark, and it’s always reflected in their hair. To emulate it is to show that you see the beauty in it.”
You patted your hair with your hand. “Should we all have braids then? We could even give Graham one! A little tuft on the top of his head,” you emulated a vase shape with your hands. “Like a pineapple.”
The Doctor let out a small laugh, and you saw tension ease from her shoulders. “Oh no, just me, since I’m the main one speaking.”
“Ah,” you said. “Right. So a single braid then.”
She nodded, and she seemed a lot more sure of herself now. She handed you a brush you hadn’t realised she had been holding, and twisted herself around so her back was to you. You began to run the brush through her hair, and noticed that there pretty much weren’t any knots, despite how unruly it looked. At most, you seemed to just be settling it, putting it back in its original place.
You wondered if she had tried braiding her hair herself first, before coming to you, which was why her hair was a mess in the first place. The brush went through so smoothly, as if you were brushing through silk.
Soon though, the Doctor began to fidget.
It was small at first, she fiddled with your sheets, rubbing them between her fingers, twisting them in her hands. You noticed it in the corner of your vision, but it didn’t concern you.
You set the brush to the side. Her hair had grown out a bit, and it curled slightly on the ends. You parted it by the top of her head, and paused for a moment. The Doctor’s hair was so incredibly soft, like beams of light had woven themselves into her hair.
You took a moment to just run your hands through it, under the guise of sectioning it off. The Doctor leaned into your touch, and you let yourself just stroke her hair, enjoying the feel, the texture of it. It smelled faintly of vanilla and engine grease.
Then the Doctor began to sway, drumming against your bed.
You raised an eyebrow. Every time you tried to section off a piece of hair, the Doctor would move slightly, and you would lose the strands. This was the flaw of her soft hair, it wouldn’t stay in one spot.
“Everything alright?” You asked, and you felt as if something broke, like an invisible line of tension had snapped between you. The Doctor jolted slightly, and you wondered if she had felt it too.
“Huh, oh yeah,” she said. “Just feeling a bit restless.”
“Oh,” you paused, trying to work out how you could fix that. You knew the Doctor had a lot of energy, she was constantly moving, constantly talking, it was live movement was her best friend, her total constant. “Would you tell me a story then?”
So she did. She told you of the time she had convinced Marcus Aurelius to join her band, because apparently she was band mates with a Roman Emperor, which, upon thinking about it, didn’t really surprise you.
Your plan to subdue her backfired. She made intense gestures, mimicking guitars, drums, and screaming crowds. She would rock herself one way, and you would rock with her, trying to keep your progress on her hair and not mess up.
You found her enthusiasm wonderful, as you always did. The Doctor was just so bright, and when she was excited, it just seemed to radiate everywhere, like it was something tangible, something you could hold.
Except, right now, it was making your braiding job just a little bit difficult.
“Hey Doc,” you said, amusement lacing your voice. “I really am liking this story, but you need to stop moving and let me braid your hair.”
The Doctor stilled, deflating slightly. “Oh, I hadn’t realised.”
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s not a bad thing,” you paused for a moment, because you really didn’t like this mood change, you didn’t want to upset her. “Here, let’s make a compromise. Keep your movements below your head, so I can make your hair look as nice as I can.”
The Doctor nodded, the verbally winced. “Ah, sorry ‘bout that.”
You laughed lightly, because it was just so like her to forget like that. “It’s alright.”
So you braided her hair and listened to her talk. She told you stories of distant, extravagant, far off places, and of grand people you had never hoped to meet. She told you about times you had never known existed, and of places you had never dreamed could be real. You marvelled in it, and couldn’t wait to see it all.
When you finished, you tied up her hair gently, not wanting to tug on it. It was a small rope of hair ending at the base of her neck, and it shone in the soft light of your bedroom.
The Doctor turned to you with a delighted grin, and she ran her hand up and down the braid. You had left some strands of hair out, and they wisped around her face, gently framing it.
She looked gorgeous, sitting there in her beautiful clothes and the hairstyle you had done. Her earring glinted in the light. It was different from her normal one, the base of it was a collection of leaves, wooden and metal interspersed, and the chain almost looked like a vine, connecting it to a claps with a wooden design. She stole your breath away.
“Oh,” you said softly. “You look lovely, Doctor.”
The Doctor blinked in surprise, as if she wasn’t expecting the compliment. “Thank you,” she said, her voice just as soft. She placed her hands over yours. They were warm, and made you feel just as warm inside. You were hoping you weren’t flushed, but the heat you felt in your face said otherwise. “I really appreciate it, and I’m really glad I got to spend some more time with you.”
You snorted, despite yourself. “You looked like you’d been caught with your hand stuck in the cookie jar earlier.”
The Doctor paled, and you wondered what was going through that brilliant mind of hers. “I’m just a bit awkward,” she said finally. “Bit weird comin’ in here, I know how you humans are with your bedrooms.”
You frowned slightly, the Doctor was always in people’s bedrooms. She hung out in Ryan’s room all the time. They played video games together. She’d also slept in Yaz’s room in her family’s house when you had all stayed there that one night, and had been fine with the idea then. She’d even camped out in Grahams room in the TARDIS once, and had turned it into a theme park for mice.
You wondered what made you different, why the Doctor felt awkward around you. Why she felt awkward in your bedroom.
Then you didn’t dare think about it, because you didn’t want to draw any sort of wrong conclusions.
There was a voice calling from outside – Graham. “Are we heading off to the senate now?”
You bit your lip, lowering your gaze from the Doctor. You pushed that thought aside, you didn’t have the time to think about it now.
“You’re welcome any time,” you said, rather boldly all things considered. “I love having you around, Doc.”
You chanced a glance at her face, and she was giving you one of the most earnest smiles you had ever seen. “Oh well, that’s quite good then,” she said. “I love having you round too.”
She looked like she was about to say more but she stopped herself at the last moment, closing her mouth.
Graham called out again. “Y/N? Doc? You there?”
The Doctor shrugged, and she squeezed your hands. “Best hop to it then.”
“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Let’s go end a political dispute.”
The Doctors eyes flickered towards your neck, which was still bare. “You’re not wearing one of those necklaces.”
Your hand brushed against the base of your neck. “Oh, no, I forgot.”
The Doctor hopped up, and fished for something in her pocket. “D’you mind?” she asked.
You shook your head and turned around, not quite sure what she was doing. Suddenly, her hands were on the back of your neck, and the shock of it made the hair there stand on end. She wrapped a small chain around you, and you pawed at the pendent. It felt like it was both wooden and metal, and when you eyed it in the mirror, you noticed it was a metal tree branch, with lines of wood wrapped around the silver metal.
You also noticed that it matched her earring.
“There,” she breathed, her breath was warm against you neck. “Now we’re both ready.”
Graham called out again, and you knew it was time to leave.
“Alright,” you said. “Let’s go.”
You would question this later.
The Doctor wouldn’t be getting her necklace back, though.
But, as she looked at you, all delighted by the way it sat around your neck, you didn’t think she would mind if you kept it.
#I was so tired as I wrote this so I don't even know if this is legible I'm so sorry#the doctor x reader#thirteenth doctor imagine#13th doctor x reader#thirteenth doctor x reader#13th doctor#Doctor Who#DW#Elle: Speaks#opening Elle's vault#vault fic
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Hey, rai! Cheems here. So, this cute girl asked me if I knew anything about Glaceon. So, while I don't have a crush on her, I don't want to come off as dumb since I am training to be a professor. Any facts about Glaceon? I would assume you would know a few things since you are from Sinnoh, where Glaceon were first discovered
Welp, there's nothing wrong with wanting to learn a bit more but try not to use knowledge as a weapon or a tool to make yourself look better.
Learn things because you want to learn things.
Glaceon is pretty cool because of just how cold it can get. It can actually freeze the moisture in the air around it and it can make ice needles on its fur without even trying.
If you have a partner Glaceon then you will have a loyal friend, and will probabaly never worry about a hot summer.
Out of all of the Eeveeloutions, Glaceon is probabaly the most durable in the wild.
While vaporeon and jolteon are strong, they don't deal with as harsh conditions as Glaceon.
Umbreon and Espeon can only evolve with friendship so they don't deal with harsh environments as often.
Flareon is strong but again there's no natural fire environment for them to resist.
Glaceon can survive in some extremely harsh winter climates and might actually be the toughest Eeveeloution in the wild.
Hopefully that give you something to talk about.
#pokemon ranger#pokemon#ranger rai#ask me anything#sinnoh#ask me a question#ask me questions#the ranger base#eevee#glaceon
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hi!! weird question: who do you ship your mutuals with? 😊💙
if this is @sunnimochix looking for validation through anon, hello, you ain’t sneaky- SKKSKS I’M JOKING
@missmorosis
most def sokka (atla) and tsukishima (hq) with todoroki (bnha)! with sokka, my darling morosis would most definitely find someone she actually deserves!! i love her so vv much, and i honestly think that you two would stay up watching kdramas while sokka tries to pronounce the words lmao- 0_0;; and you two would cuddle so much omg skhsafuhlwiufh and he’d make you breakfast 🥺🥺 with tsukishima, you two would start off as enemies, but then he’d definitely open up to you and help you with your math homework lmao XD And on the days when you feel bad for not being productive, he’d literally be such a secret lil’ sweetheart and make you breakfast. with todoroki, even though you don’t watch bnha, you two would most definitely cuddle so much and he’d listen to you for houuurs! count on him to watch any kdrama with you and remind you to drink water eeeee
@smallsweetvanillabean
this is for my chaotic darling vanilla, yaomomo (bnha) and sugawara (hq) would definitely be a good pair for you!! you and yaomomo sounds unlikely, but she’d definitely be rly supportive of you in everything! when you feel down, the girl won’t hesitate to go over and give you the best hug ever. she’d remind you to get water, and she’d give you the best cuddles. you and sugawara would be absolutely the most perfect thing ever next to daisuga, and suga would be the biggest sweetheart in the world!! he’d most def be that “best friend” type of bf who treats you like an equal. i love you two.
@vaporizemebakugo
my queeeeen! we haven’t talked in so long, how are you?? also you’d be rly good with most def kirishima (bnha) and kuroo (hq)!! you and kirishima would be so precious and sweet, and he’d most definitely wake you up early in the morning to give you the sweetest and best hugs in the world. he’d engulf you into the best cuddles and then you two would go on a walk together?? like pls omg, and he’d also make you breakfast and give you the best surprises. like ever. please. oh oh and he’d also support you so much that it makes me sooooft- and you and kuroo!! please n thank you, he’d definitely show you off going around like, “this is my hot gf, respect her.” he’d also be so supportive of your studies and be the best person to hang out and just be yourself with 🥺🥺
@hvnlydmn
IDHLIUQLIU MY GODDESS AND QUEEN, most definitely without the shadow of a doubt i have to say bokuto (hq) + and mirio (bnha)! you and bokuto would most definitely wake up early together for early morning jogs, and whenever you pass by a store, he’d most def buy you rly good pastries or some sort of smoothie 🥺 idk why but a man who gets you food IS THE ONEEEE! He’d also spoil you so much, but at the same time he knows you work really hard at your job. expect him to be waiting to pick you up when you’re done and ask you about you day! and as for mirio, you two would def stay up all night watching movies together and jamming out to music. he would cherish you, i say, cHERISH YOU, and literally give you all the love in the universe. bc yes. i don’t make the rules, i adore you.
@cherry-cake-pies
TWKFHILWFHLIWUFHILWU I LOVE YOU, HI, HOW ARE YOU, and I’d ship you with sero! he’d be rly accepting of you and GIVE YOU THE LOVE YOU DESERVE TO THE FULLEST ISTG OMG- since he also worries a lot but learned to cope, he’d most definitely help calm you down whenever you worry. he’d give you the best cuddles and he’d also take you on late night walks!! expect you two to always be jamming out, and he’d give you the cutest smol kisses on the nose and like- ughhhh he’s so soft it’s not even funny you really deserve someone who treats you right
@kreampop1257
i’d ship you with bakugo!! he’d be really accepting of you and he’d most definitely take you on the cutest dates and brag about you all the time. “hey, did you hear about cheem? they’re fcking awesome. give them some respect.” and if anyone DARE LAY A FINGER ON YOU, MAN’S WILL POOOOUNCE AND MAKE SURE THEY PAY ISTG like- yes. He’d also treat you with so much respect it’s not even funny-- he wouldn’t mind teasing or making fun of you, but when you need time to yourself, he’d make sure that you get it. he’d make sure that you’re safe with him no matter what. OR MINA I’M JUST SAYING-
@sunnimochix
you and iida would be SOOO CUTE LIKE- KSefwhliwuhfliwuehflewiu whenever you’re stuck on something, he’d straightforward give you an idea and help you asap, and give you so many suggestions. He’d help you focus on your studies, and doesn’t care how you look, bc he RESPECTS YOUU AND HE CARES FOR YOUU
as you can see i clearly got tired while finishing, but there are around four more moots i’ll get to soon!!!
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Right now, I am trying to deal with a very clingy Lapras baby who is just not leaving me ever since I went to the beach. Right now, Cheems and I are at the beach house while the baby Lapras still is not leaving. I think I might need to take on the role of it's mother, and I might also need to know how to care for the little fella. So, how do I do that?
Good question! Lapras are herd Pokémon, so many babies will be extra clingy for the first couple months. Lapras calves stay with their mother for the first year of their lives at least. Depending on how old the baby is, you should talk with it about how you might not always be able to stay with it. Lapras are incredibly intelligent Pokémon, so while it might be frustrated, it'll be easier than dealing with a rambunctious Jolteon who tears up the house when you leave for more than five minutes (trust me, I know). It’s possible that baby just got lost, but that's unlikely. First and foremost, if you can't find a pod, or if it's been more than a day, take it to a pokécenter. Although it's unfortunate, many Pokémon will abandon their babies if they sense something wrong. If everything's in order, stock up on Lapras formula. Good luck!
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Death and the Queen headcanon: for a few weeks after they leave Gorotania (or however the heck you spell it) Ten is very wary when Donna speaks to men because he’s shit scared she’s gonna end up leaving him again like she did with Rudolph. Yeah, I’m down for clingy/protective Ten basically 💁🏻
hey so you did NOT mean this as a fic prompt but my brain took it as a fic prompt anyway so please enjoy this almost 1.7k words of nonsense
The Doctor came up from behind so that he could wrap his arms
around her shoulders and rest his chin on her head, which should’ve
been nice and comforting and warm. However,
Donna could hear the pernicious grin on his face as he said, “Donna!
There you are, we were just leaving, weren’t
we?”
This had been the third goddamn
time this week he’s pulled
this sort of stunt, and, would you look at that, it’s once again
just as Donna was having a nice flirt after the danger had passed.
Never would’ve worked out,
not the least because Donna just isn’t a fan of that many eyes on a
face, but the interruption was far from welcome nonetheless. Two
instincts war inside her, but she ultimately decides that it will be
more productive to give The Doctor a right and proper talking to in
the TARDIS over just yelling right here and now. Matching the
(assumed) sharpness of The Doctor’s grin, Donna schools her gritted
teeth into an imitation of a smile and says, “That we were! Sorry
to take off so quickly, but you know how it is. Things to do, places
to see, running to tolerate, all that!”
Four of the alien’s eyelids
flutter rapidly with a loud clicking noise that, thank you TARDIS,
automatically translates to, “Ah, my apologies, Lady Noble. If I
had known you were already
partnered, I would not have made overtures. I hope I have not to
greatly offended your mate.”
Before Donna could open her mouth
to give a perfunctory “Definitely unpartnered,
not my mate,” The Doctor
comes forward and grabs her hand to pull her away, cheerfully telling
her conversational partner, “Oh, no offense taken old chap! We
really must be off
right now though, give us a holler next
time we’re in the solar system!”
Like that, he has her running again
despite the fact that they are not, at the moment, in any actual rush
that she’s aware of. Not able to really talk while being half
dragged back home, she settles for an incredulous side eye that The
Doctor willfully (?) ignores.
Luckily, they weren’t parked
too far away, so it’s only
a matter of minutes before they’re back in the TARDIS. The Doctor
is already talking a mile a minute and asking a million questions he
clearly doesn’t expect an answer to and Donna has had enough.
“What. The Hell. Was that.”
The Doctor freezes, one hand grasping a
mallet mid strike and the other hovering over a keyboard. In a
display of false innocence, he asks, “What the hell was what?”
Strolling over to take the mallet from
his hand before he hurts himself or, who knows, opens a sort of space
vortex or something to get out of the ensuing conversation, Donna not
at all calmly tells him, “That whole horse and pony show back
there! I mean, Christ, you can be clingy and melodramatic at
the best of times-
“Oi-”
“but this is a whole ‘nother level!
This is jealously whenever I so much as look at another
person, and I you don’t cut that out I swear to god I’ll-”
“Leave? For good?”
There’s a bitter flash of a smirk on
his face and it throws Donna completely off her rhythm. Not enough
for her to completely stop yelling, mind you, but enough that some
gears are starting to grind in the back of her mind. “What? No. I
was gonna say lock you in the TARDIS for a week so you can
think about your actions and I can actually spend time with people
that are not you without some hovering but I’m starting to think
that’d only exaggerate the problem.”
The Doctor sets about busying himself
with…something on the console and pointedly does not make eye
contact when he replies with, “Mmmm.”
For about a minute or two, Donna
passively watches him work, taking the time to connect the dots
before hollering, “Goritania!”
Still puttering about with who knows
what, The Doctor replies, “Huh?”
“You’ve been acting like this for
about a month, aka when we left Goritania. Considering that whole
speech you gave about oh how you’re so lonely and woe is me
everyone leaves, which, by the way, if you had let me get a word in
edgewise you would’ve known I wasn’t going anywhere, not
permanently, I’m guessing it’s not a coincidence that you’ve
been acting like anyone I make eye contact with is going to, I dunno,
whisk me away to some other planet for an interalien soul binding or
some other nonsense.”
The Doctor thwacks the side of the
monitor with a little more force than necessary and his breathing
gets heavier as he spits out, “Well it’s true isn’t it?
Everyone does leave, and just because “Rudolph,” he says
the name with a sneer, “wasn’t your person doesn’t mean that
you’re not going to find your person and run off and get married
and live a happy life just like you wanted.”
Funnily enough, just as the Doctor
starts to get riled up, Donna feels all the fight leave her. “I’ll
admit, there was a time where I did really want that big
fairytale wedding followed by, hopefully, a big fairytale marriage.
Somewhere along the line I had learned that’s what was synonymous
with a happy life. But then I got a glimpse of the universe and that
all fell to the wayside. For Christ’s sake, I think I had more fun
running around like a madwoman as my wedding reception got destroyed
that I did with the wedding itself. I mean, sure, I still think
having “my person” makes things better for me, but luckily, I’ve
already found them.”
The Doctor finally stops messing around
with instruments so he can actually look at her. His jaw works
back and forth a few times, and then he schools his face into
something that utterly fails to not be crestfallen. “Oh? Do I..do I
know them?”
“Oh no, you’ve never met them,”
She lightly flicks his forehead, “It’s you, stupid. For a
supposed genius you’re rather thick sometimes. How ave you survived
this long?”
“Oh! Also, I haven’t. I’ve
already died nine times Donna, keep up. Also also, supposed genius?
Who was saying that? I should send them a card.”
“Absolutely not. Your ego would
explode and we can’t have that. It’d kill you a tenth time.”
“Mmm. Suppose it’s for the best,
I’m out of stamps anyway.”
There’s a beat of silence before he
blasts her with the full force of the universe’s dopiest grin.
Voice filled with inexorable pleasure, he asks, “I’m really your
person?”
She could call him out on asking
questions he full well knows the answer to, but instead she gives a
one shouldered shrug and says, “Well, yeah. You’re my best
friend. Who the fuck else was it gonna be? I guess it’s a bit
odd that you’re a nine hundred and seven year old alien,
wouldn’t have called that in my 7th grade journal, but
I’ve accepted much weirder things at this point.”
The Doctor’s grin settles softly into
a smile, quietly replying, “I do love nothing in the world so well
as you- is not that strange?”
Donna gently elbows him in the side and
admonishes, “What did I say about Shakespeare quotes during serious
conversations?”
“Sorry,” The Doctor says, not sorry
at all. “If it helps, my best friend is an alien that’s not even
half a century old. So young. Pretty freaky if you ask me.”
“Oh for real? Do I know them?”
The Doctor gives Donna an unimpressed
look, but she luckily has had an immunity to all of his Looks from
day one. She bumps his shoulder with her own and says, “Seriously
though, you think I could ever trade seeing galaxies and
bringing hope to people and stopping the forces of evil for what? A
mortgage and office politics? My baseline state traveling with you is
joy. Even the miserable, horrible times aren’t so
miserable and horrible because, on a bone deep level, I’m
deliriously happy. That’s never been true before, and it means the
only way that you’re getting me out of this little blue box is in a
casket. So. You know. Something to think about when you get it in
that messy little head of yours that I’m gonna tell you to sod off
and run away with the nearest 6’ 3” vaguely humanoid person able
to lift me.”
“In my defense you did, in fact, once
tell me to sod off and ran away with a 6’ 3” Tree of Cheem.
Lovely woman by the way, you should’ve kept in contact.”
“It was for a day oh my god
chill out. It’s not our fault that we had better tastes in
amusement parks than you.”
“I see your point. I will…chill
out. And I’m sorry for how, uh,-”
“cloying?”
“overly protective I’ve been
these past weeks. Sometimes I just get so..”
Donna leans against him, pleased when
he leans back, and tells him, “Hey, I get it, I really do. I’m
plenty scared of losing you. Christ, I’ve had plenty of nights
working myself into sleeplessness convinced you’re gonna
ditch me for somebody who’s ‘better’ than me, whatever the hell
that means.”
“I wouldn’t ditch you!”
“I know that. Logically. Just
like you know that I’m not gonna trade you in for a white picket
fence and 2.4 children. Hence why, despite the occasional irrational
actions, I think we should move forward so we can be afraid of real
threats, like the many, many things that try to kill us on a near
daily basis. Speaking of, what thing trying to kill us are we gonna
go barreling into now?”
“I was thinking the mesmerizing
mountains of Yountor. They sing so beautifully as to be rumored to be
populated by angels.”
Donna raises an eyebrow at him. He
continues, “or maybe sirens.”
Sarcastic tone at odds with the grin on
her face, Donna says, “Ah. No way that could backfire. Let’s do
it.”
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[ C L O S E D with @pink-yellow-wolf, Continued from Here. ]
Oh, the Doctor was well proud of himself in that moment for two very distinct reasons:
The first was that he'd managed, unintentionally, to fluster his human companion when he'd asked that question. It was meant as a joke, as she hadn't strictly said anything that could be considered 'flirting', least on most planets anyway- but he'd apparently caught her out, and it was a proper laugh. So much so that he smiled, quite smugly, when she appeared to be considering her reply, and folded both leather-clad arms over his chest as he waited to see what she'd say.
The second reason was that, in catching her out and causing a fluster, he'd confirmed that she actually had been flirting. It made his chest puff out and his chin lift, arrogant yet still susceptible to the complimentary implications of a human girl flirting with him. Let him know he still 'had it', that despite being an alien from another world he was still... a catch. He hated himself for thinking it but in the end he couldn’t help it. Made him feel like he were normal, at least as normal as a time-and-space-traveling-alien could be and after all he'd suffered and all he'd done... it was like a bit of warm on a winter's day.
Even if you didn't feel you deserved to warm yourself by the fire, instinct eventually takes over and after it all you find yourself crowded around the flames, soaking them in, even if you feel horribly guilty afterward. He'd feel guilty later- right now his pale eyes were focused solely on the way Rose Tyler was sauntering away with that grin on her face.
"No more delusional th'n you, flirtin' with an alien from another planet. Not even the same species, us." he stated, his tone lighter than it would be if he were genuinely insulting her or lecturing her for it, almost teasing but not quite there.
He took a few steps toward her, tilting his head down, attempting to get a proper look at her blushing face. He could tell she was blushing, he could sense it- perhaps that was something he should talk to her about. It felt almost like an invasion of privacy, being able to pick up on her heartbeat, her biological chemical releases- especially since she had no idea he could do so. Maybe he'd tell her, later, once they were done sussing out who'd taken to killing the trees on Straella Livari, a forest planet just barely scratching the surface of sentience.
It was one of the ancestor planets of the Trees of Cheem, currently called the Trees Of Livari, a pit stop planet between Earth and Cheem itself. There were a few others along the way, but he'd sorted those already, before the War. Only the Livari and the Cheem themselves remained, next to Earth of course, so it was pivotal that Livari be allowed to thrive in order for Cheem to come about. Otherwise the paradoxical implications could... well. He wouldn’t let that happen, would he?
Her confession hit him square between both hearts, unexpected as it was, lost in thought as he had been. He hadn’t expected her to outright admit it. To confirm aloud what he’d already silently, to-himself-and-therefore-easily-masked-as-him-misunderstanding-her-intentions, confirmed. It took him nearly thirty seconds [he’d counted in his head], eyebrows raised in the silence, to reign it all back in. When he finally does, the smugness returns, the smirk growing the more she spoke.
It was rare when her goading didn't end with him swanning off and muttering insults and he had a sneaking suspicion that it only hadn't this time because he'd been the one joking to begin with. He'd been the one to catch her off gaurd this time, not the butt of the joke, not the one left scratching his head when cultural differences came into play. This time it was her turn to be flustered, and he was loving it.
The Doctor moved a bit closer, just enough to know his proximity would make her nervous, and gazed down at her with mischief in his eyes.
"F'you were flirtin', I'd 'ave t'tell you t'be careful..." his voice was low, and he knew exactly what sort of tone he was using, knew just how suggestive it sounded. "Don't want one'a these strappin' young trees t'think you're flirtin' with them, instead. Flirtin' on Straella Livari means you found someone t'pollinate with. A mate, an' on this planet, trees mate for life..."
He paused there, just for a moment, just to let his words sink in before he stood up straight and smiled at her- a proper, cheerful grin, none of the flirtation or seduction from seconds ago evident on his face. "Probably best not to end up mated to a tree. Think’a the splinters." Then he winks, just once, and turns an about face, going back to the injured tree he'd been scanning before, sonic already back in hand and switched on.
#pink-yellow-wolf#9th Doctor Muse#v: Canonverse#[[ Better With Two ]]#[[ He JUST said that OH DEAR ]]#[[ Actually Screaming ]]#Long Post#[[ Long Post ]]
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1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 15!
‘I’m not from the US’ ask set! (I’m from Singapore so if you’re curious about it ask awayyyy)
1. Favourite place in your country?
Hmmmm I really love the Bras Basah/Waterloo area! It’s basically one of the more ‘artsy’ places, so it’s got museums and old colonial buildings (including CHIJMES, where the Crazy Rich Asians wedding was) and bookstores and a very nice train station idk it’s a cool vibe
4. Favourite dish specific for your country?
I can’t decide dammit but top two are chicken rice and carrot cake
ps carrot cake doesn’t look like a cake it’s this ^
5. Favourite song in your native language?
Malay is our national language but most people speak English and Chinese so asking about a ‘favourite song’ is kinda a tough one. You know what I’m just gonna link one of the most famous National Day songs for your entertainment. Enjoy.
7. Three words from your native language that you like the most?
If we’re talking Singlish (Singapore slang that mixes English, Malay, Chinese and other dialects like Hokkien), I don’t really speak it much but the 3 words I do appreciate are ‘tabao’ (basically I say this when I want to order food takeaway), ‘pon’ (playing truant), and ‘cheem’(when something is too deep for my 1 brain cell to comprehend)
8. Do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?
Singapore is v small and made up of Chinese, Malays and Indians so it doesn’t matter if we’re mixed up with other nationalities. I’m Chinese so if I go to China, people will assume I’m from there. That is, until they speak to me and realise I don’t know how to speak Chinese. Like at all. It’s kinda sad.
15. A saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?
Ok can’t think of any sayings or jokes but if we’re talking memes, a couple years back the Singapore Tourism Board released a GOD AWFUL VIDEO. It’s been taken down but you can watch it here (sorry about the quality). So now there’s a 50/50 chance that if you approach a Singaporean millennial/gen Z and say ‘honey, look!’ they’d know what you’re talking about immediately.
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I wanna make shifting friends
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beloved mj,
hope you're doing well ❤️ sorry for dropping off the face of the earth like that 🥺 i needed to clear my head and tend to irl matters. i still don't think i'm ready to come back. just here for a bit bc i missed talking to you too much 🥺
must confess im behind on Not Me by 2 eps 😔😭 thankfully i've not run into any spoilers (yet). i'll catch up this sunday in time for the finale. i have no idea what turn it took after sean found out about the twins, but i hope they land the ending well!🤞
the last thing i watched was Semantic Error and OMG. I LOVED IT!!! the tension!!the chemistry!! the music!! DELIGHTFUL. almost redownloaded tumblr just to go apeshit in the tags lol. right there in my top 3 KBLs with TMS & WYEL. i heard the actor enlisted but i hope we get a s2 at some point🤞
speaking of... TMS S2 WHENNNN (i hope i haven't missed an announcement lol). how much longer before we see our sunshine puppy and grumpy softie together again 😩 (i remember the ring 👁️👁️)
must say, im still going through it deeply with BB 😔 i keep rewatching the eps whenever im down, i keep going back to your playlist just to feel something. i hope patpran are living their best not-a-porno life. and everytime i think about inkpa and miss pansa im just 🥺🦋💕
ALSO OHMNANON UPVEL!!! 🤩🤩 i screamed!!! them fighting each other full time is going to single handedly fix me adfgjssk im beyond hyped 💃💃
i hope you're enjoying Enchanté babe!! i'll probably binge it once it's over. i remember your header and how excited you were for the scene... hoping it was worth the wait! 😌
so that was a lot huh. i just miss screaming about shows with you so much 😭😭
and finally, i hope you're sleeping well (cuddling luna 🥺🤍), eating well, drinking enough water and smiling a lot!! take care of yourself, you're very precious 🥺
all the love and hugs,
cheems ❤️💙
(you don't have to reply to this btw, i'll be glad if this made you smile if only for a moment 😊)
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CHEEEEEEEEEEEMS!!!!!! i miss you so much!!!!!! no worries!! take your time but thank you for stopping by!! you can do that any time!!!! i’m doing as okay as i can!!! hope you are too!!
i’m………. not gonna spoil not me for you akdkskdk just please prepare yourself for a ride.
aww i’m glad you liked semantic error that much!! i’ve heard they didn’t plan a second season but seeing as it was very successful, i’m sure they’ll come up with something eventually. they have time until seoham is discharged.
TO MY STAR 2 WHEEEEEN!!!!!! they haven’t announced anything yet, only a fanmeeting this month so hopefully they’ll announce something by then!! pray circle 🙏🏼🙏🏼 the ringggggg yes pls husbands!!! i need them Right Now!!!!
it’s totally okay to still be going through it with bad buddy!! and i’m really glad to know you still listen to my playlist!! it’s your comfort show so stay there with it for now!! it’s not a ride one can easily move on from! and same!! i miss milk so much!!!! where’s her gl 😭😭😭
yes!!! i’m really glad ohmnanon are getting their own variety show!! i’m sure it’s going to be great and it’ll entertain us a lot!! 🥳🥳🥳
thank you so much!! no rush!! yes, it was definitely worth the wait 🥰🥰🥰
i miss screaming about shows with you as well 😭😭😭
i’m doing my best, promise!! hope you’re taking care of yourself as well!! you are EXTREMELY precious to me!!!
all the love and hugs right back to you, my dearest!!!!!
of course i’ll reply!!! you stopping by made my day and i want you to know that!!!!
thank you so much!!! LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK!!!!!!! ❤️💙
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Burning Gold (6/?)
Summary: Rose felt trapped in her life in a port town and longed to be on the open sea. She takes the chance of a lifetime and sets out on her own. Life at sea holds many surprises for her: piracy, friendships, and maybe even love. (Nine/Rose Pirate AU)
Rating: All Ages // Word Count: 2109
AN: I'm just going to apologize yet again for the amount of time between updates.Standard reminder that this is heading towards Nine/Rose, but they are still on separate paths. They'll catch up to each other soon eventually. (I have a plan, I promise.)
Also on: Tumblr // AO3 // TSP // FF
Chapter 6: Advancement: In which Rose makes it back to Leadworth, visits with Clara, and is put forth for a promotion, and in which the Doctor finds a crew to join.
One month later, Leadworth:
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite pirate,” Clara called out when Rose walked into The Rose & Crown, Lucie and Bill right behind her.
“Hey there, Clara!” Rose answered, grinning at her friend. “Made it back in one piece, just like I promised.”
“And still looking good,” she shot back with a wink. “Who’re your friends?”
“Bill and Lucie,” Rose said, gesturing to each of them in turn. “And this is Clara, who I’ve told you about.”
“You failed to mention she’s bleedin’ gorgeous,” Bill hissed in Rose’s ear. “I was not prepared!”
Rose just nudged her in the ribs and kept walking towards the bar. “Can we get ale all around?”
“If you come back here and pull them yourself, the first round’s on the house,” Clara said. “I’ll go grab the letters I’ve been holding for you before things get too crazy in here.”
She headed into the back while Rose slipped behind the bar and started pulling pints of ale. She had just made it back to a barstool when Clara came back with a bundle of letters bearing Jackie’s familiar handwriting.
“I hope you know that she threatened to come up here to Leadworth just to make sure I wasn’t holding you captive or something.”
“I’ve been sending her letters from everywhere, she couldn’t possibly think you have me stashed away here,” Rose said, exasperation lacing her voice.
“It was a threat she sent with the first letter she sent. It was probably written before any of your others got to her,” Clara explained.
“Your mum?” Lucie asked, looking over Rose’s shoulder.
“Yeah. I have her write here and Clara holds them for me.” Rose tucked the letters into her waistband to read back on the ship.
Bill smirked. “She could hold-”
Rose’s elbow made hard contact with Bill’s ribs before she could finish that sentence but from the twinkle in Clara’s eyes, she knew where it had been heading.
“Bill, right?”
“That’s me.”
“Got plans for the night, sailor?” Clara asked, a decidedly wicked smile on her face as she gave Bill a thorough look-over.
Rose groaned.
“Not yet,” Bill said with a grin.
“Stick around after closing, I can make sure you have a softer bed than you’re used to.”
Clara walked away to tend to another customer before Bill picked her jaw up from the floor.
“You’re my lucky charm, Rose, I swear,” Bill said, watching Clara with reverent eyes.
“She’s something else, isn’t she?”
Bill gave her a look. “Any history there I need to know about?”
“Nah. We’re just friends.” Rose shrugged a shoulder. “Met her at the wrong time to be anything more.”
“So long as I’m not stepping on your toes.”
“Not at all,” Rose assured her.
“You two are hopeless,” Lucie said.
“Tell you what, Luce,” Rose said, slapping her friend on the shoulder. “I’ll flirt with men tonight with you. We can see how many we charm before the night is up.”
Lucie agreed with a laugh. “Winner is whoever gets the most free drinks.”
“You’re on.”
By the time they stumble back to the ship in the wee hours of the morning, they’re both drunk and laughing.
“You cheated,” Lucie complained. “People remembered you from when you worked there and that got you more drinks.”
“Just admit that I’m more charming than you,” Rose shot back. “And we weren’t even counting the drinks a couple of the ladies bought me.”
“That’s because you weren’t supposed to be flirting with them!”
“I wasn’t!” Rose claimed. “At least not on purpose. Charming, remember?”
“Ridiculous, more like,” Lucie said with a snort.
Rose slung her arm around Lucie’s shoulder. “You love it.”
They make it back to The Red Lady and collapse into their respective hammocks with muted giggles, ignoring the aggrieved mutterings of the few crewmates who were already trying to sleep.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
The next day, Rose made her way back to Clara’s pub, wanting a chance to catch up with her friend. She ran into Bill on the way there.
“Bout time you crawled back to the ship,” Rose teased. “Have a good time?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?” Bill asked. Her smile screamed satisfaction.
“No, I really don’t. Forget I asked,” Rose said. “Is Clara up and about? I was on my way to see her.”
“Sadly, she was getting dressed when I left so she should be ready for visitors now.”
“Hopeless,” Rose said.
“You sound like Lucie.” Bill pushed at her friend’s shoulder.
“Take it up with her when you get back to the ship. If you can wake her up, that is. Was still sleeping hard when I left.”
“Snoring?”
“Loud enough to wake up everyone but herself,” Rose confirmed.
“Brilliant,” Bill said with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll go save everyone from that.”
“See you later.”
They parted ways and a few minutes later, Rose let herself into the pub’s kitchen and shouted up the stairs that she was making tea and expected Clara to be downstairs and decent by the time she was done.
“You’re no fun,” Clara groused as she came down the stairs.
Rose raised an eyebrow. “Judging by the smile on Bill’s face when I ran into her, you’ve already had plenty of fun this morning.”
“Mmm, true.” She took a mug of tea from Rose’s hand and sat down at the small table off to one side of the kitchen. “So, tell me about life as a pirate. Bill said you sail back out tomorrow?”
“First tide of the morning,” Rose confirmed.
They fell into easy conversation, swapping tales of life on the high seas and tavern antics until Joan arrived to start preparing lunch.
“I’ve got to get back to the ship,” Rose said with a regretful twist of her lips. “Supplies should be getting delivered and I have to take inventory.”
“Stay safe out there,” Clara said.
“Tall order to give a pirate.”
“It’s one you better follow,” Clara retorted with raised eyebrows.
Rose hugged her friend and was about to turn to head out the door when Clara cleared her throat.
Clara tapped a finger to her own lips. “Can’t break tradition, Rose. A kiss before you run off to be a pirate again.”
Rose laughed and swiftly pressed a kiss to Clara’s lips. “Until next time, Clara.”
“Until next time.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Some months later, at sea:
Rose’s knives flashed in the afternoon sun as she helped subdue the crew of a merchant ship. She was guarding the fight between Amy and the merchant captain, preventing anyone from coming to their captain’s aid as Amy toyed with him.
Mels was next to her, her sword cutting through the air.
Neither of them were aware that their twin ruthless smiles were as terrifying to the merchant sailors as their blades.
Later that night, Amy and Mels met in the captain’s quarters to discuss their haul and various crew matters.
“Heard we’re losing Vicki next time we make port,” Mels said, propping her feet up on Amy’s desk.
Amy glared at her but it had no effect. “Yeah, she already came to talk to me. She’s got a bloke waiting for her, I think.”
Mels sighed. “Of course she does. Don’t understand how any of them leave the open seas for something as fickle as love.”
“If it pulls on them as hard as the sea pulls on us, it makes sense,” Amy argued.
“I suppose.”
Amy leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “Figured out who you want to train up as your replacement, yet? I know you’re itching for your own captaincy.”
“You know I’m no good at taking orders,” Mels said.
“Bane of my existence,” Amy agrees. “I’ll be sad to lose you though.”
“You’ll still see me around,” Mels said with a shrug. “But I’ll miss you too, you big sap.”
“Take that back or I’ll pull my sword on you.” Amy’s threat was without heat. She smiled at her friend.
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
“So, who do you have your eye on as my next first mate? I retain my right to veto anyone I don’t want.”
Mels rolled her eyes. “Of course you do, but you won’t.”
“Sure about that?”
“You generally seem to like Rose, so, yeah.”
Amy grinned. “Excellent choice. Think there will be any problem with her not having been on the crew as some of the others you might pick?”
Mels shook her head. “Everyone likes Rose. She’s a fast learner, she takes care of everyone without making a production of it, and besides you and me, she’s the best with a blade in her hand.”
“I wouldn’t take her on in a knife fight,” Amy said.
“Me neither. I can still best her with swords but she’s picking that up fast.”
“She’s got the love for the sea, too,” Amy mused. “She’ll make a good first mate.”
“She’ll make a good captain one day, too.”
They both considered that for a moment and a gleeful smile formed slowly on Amy’s face as she pictured Rose and her blend of ruthlessness and kindness in charge of her own crew.
“I can’t wait to see what she does,” Amy said.
“Nobody will know what hit them,” Mels agreed. “So, you’re on board with me training Rose as your next first mate? I don’t have my eye on a ship yet so I have plenty of time to teach her what she needs to know.”
“Yes. Don’t tell her until you know you’re leaving soon. I don’t want the rumor mill getting riled up about you leaving when it’s not imminent quite yet.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”
Amy rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”
“You already said you’ll miss me when I’m gone, can’t take it back now.” Mels’s smirk was smug.
“Impossible.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
The port town of Cheem:
John felt lighter than he had in months as he pulled on a rough rope on the deck of a ship. The burn of fibers against his palms, the strain of his shoulders, and the familiar rocking rhythm of the ocean beneath his feet felt like home.
He hadn’t heard any news of his old ship or caught up to The Red Lady but he’d pulled into port while The Thorn Queen was making a supply stop. Having heard good things about the ship and her captain, John sought out Captain Jabe and applied for a place on her crew.
The woman’s smile was kind but her eyes were sharp as she questioned John about his qualifications. After a few minutes, she took a sip of ale and set it down gently.
Her lilting voice was quiet as she spoke. “I recognize your name, Doctor, even if you aren’t laying claim to it here. I know not your reasons for joining a crew when you used to be a captain, but I’d be happy to welcome you onto my ship.”
John’s jaw clenched and he took a moment to gather himself. He brushed his thumb over the rose brooch, still in his pocket after all these months. He’d pinned it to the lining to ensure he wouldn’t lose it.
“Thank you, Captain,” he said finally, skirting the subtle dig for information. “I’d be honored to serve on your crew.”
“Welcome then. I will have someone tell the guards to expect you.” She paused, considering. “Should I call you John or the Doctor?”
“It’s just John, now,” he said. “For now at least.”
“Your secret is safe with me, John.”
“Thank you.” He stood. “I need to gather my belongings from my current ship. I will report to The Thorn Queen as soon as possible.”
“Take your time. We are in port until the day after tomorrow. As you might be aware, Cheem is my home port. We have an...” she pauses, trying to find the right word, “an understanding with the authorities here, so our shore leaves are a little more leisurely than in other places.”
John nodded. “Thank you again, Captain.”
“I will see you aboard,” she said. She dismissed him with a nod and called someone over to her with a wave of her hand.
John assumed she was informing a crewmember that he was to be allowed to board The Thorn Queen, and left the tavern without looking back. Now he was back at sea on a new ship, as a member of a new crew who he was getting along with.
It was a good first step and for the first time in quite some time, he was looking to the future with something other than resignation.
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