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r26yz · 1 year
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another failed ending
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harpylady · 4 months
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sk3tchyy42 · 4 months
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What tree/flower gives you a mystical and/or magical vibe?
You can do somr research if ya want for this one
ooo.... pine trees. especially pine forests.
something about it- the scent, the sight, the surroundings- dampen pine needles on the ground, mixed with the cool air, the sweet forest-y scent. pretty awesome.
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gapteethed · 8 months
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more of hims aug
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Finally 21 y/o. Kinda hate it because i hate responsibillity, I just wanna be taken care of. So I read smut because that's the things kids can't do. Oh and eating ice cream in the night, and going out with my friends, things I can't do when I still kids. BUTTT I NEED MONEY. AND IT'S SO HARD TO EARN MONEY. Starting to think I'll make onlyfans and sell my feet picture online
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kvlen · 3 months
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cyellolemon · 6 days
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Nagano trio!!! :)))
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octobertomarch · 7 months
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"It never satisfies
Living my life in a lie"
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Inspired by this song
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leeyacy · 18 days
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First day as a senior oh yeaaa🔥🔥🔥
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Dont judge my tie i was in a hurry😭
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rafasbiscuits · 9 months
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CARLOS WON CARLITOS WON WOOOOOOOO
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katiehwang · 11 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUDOU SHINICHI!!
So as a detco fan for uhhh about four years now, I had this thought about how... ordinary Shinichi is in detco universe where Japan had a bunch of genius teens and adults. Beika alone have Shinichi and Yuusaku, Sera and Mary, Amuro, Akai, Jodie, then we have those in other part of Japan like Heiji and Heizo, Kaito, Hakuba, and other competent officers outside of TMPD. Hundreds of new chapters in detco, everytime new characters were introduced, most of them were more intelligent than the average people. I've come to wonder why Shinichi was such a Big Deal. Why he's the Great Detective and saviour of the police? Lots of other people could have achieve that title, so does Shinichi only got there first because he's a detective nerd? The one who cannot get enough of deducing things? The one who have connection to police and thus can squeeze their way into most investigations?
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Then I had this new thing in my life that is quite familiar to detective work (seriously they have all these cases and interrogation stuff going on) . At first I was excited to dive into it because it really is a similar setting to detco minus the crimes and murder, but then.... I got tired of it. I got bored, and most of the time came up blank even with all the clues in front of me because I'm so tired of it. There's also the fact that there is sooo many cases coming in and every one of them is different and certainly does not follow the textbook rules. There's also the knowledge that if we got to the wrong conclusion we will literally ruin someone's life and... Isn't that the most depressing thought? Everyone's pressuring you and you cannot fault them because it is a big responsibility.
So I guess now I understand why detco can have hundreds of geniuses but only one Heisei Holmes. Only one Kudou Shinichi. Because he's the one who put his heart into it. The one who have passion for the one truth. The one that got his ass kicked by that very same passion yet still pick himself up and continue to pursue his goal to put all criminals behind bars. The one that knows full well of the weight of his words and thus put so much care into it. The one that truly cares about every single person around him instead of seeing them as mere pieces in a puzzle (at least for this one, he learn it throughout the journey).
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Most of the brilliant characters in DC can be a good and competent detective. Some of them already are. Most of them have kind hearts and don't want random people to be wrongfully accused. But intelligence and kindness alone are not enough to be a great detective because it's not just about piecing together puzzle or solving a code. You still have to interrogate people that don't want to be interrogated, talk to people with emotions ranging from devastated to murderous, with a certain time limit or else the evidences will disappear either naturally or planned. Isn't it stressful? Top it with the whole being-in-the-same-room-with-a-murderer... It's certainly hard to find anyone that will happily put themselves in those situations because if I were to be the smartest person in the world I sure would find better things to do.
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r26yz · 8 months
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The gang is all here :D
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its-paperd · 1 year
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fellow cross lovers, tis the time of Valentines! and since i don't really participate that much in said holiday, i made a valentine card! here you go :)
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look at him such a flustered mess <:)
we all love him for it <3
happy holidays!! :D
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miutonium · 2 years
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I didnt want to get rusty and I wanted to play with lighting more :3
Also full version undercut hehe
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I actually dk what to draw them but i just want to draw them full body?? Do you guys have that issue where you just want to draw your ship but also you dk what to draw them? This is me for a while now hhhh where has my energy and creativity gone?? _(:3」∠)_
I intended to draw him in his white dress but like I just want to see him in red again and i remembered how good he looks in red lol
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chronotopes · 8 months
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It should be lucy dacus because ##richmonder ##yeayy #yayvirginia but julien baker is the single boygenius member whose music like, resonates with me on a subatomic level.
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unboundtravels · 4 months
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SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 23/23: VALE
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In the 25th century, The Doctor faces off against The Daleks one last time.
Featuring additions made by @vonerde
The War’s not over, yet.
As much as he wishes it was, it isn’t. Even after all this time, they always survive. After everything he’s lost, everything he’s fought for. The only thing he thought the endless sacrifices were good for, was that at the very least… The Daleks were dead and gone. Sure, there was the odd survivor here, the wounded soldier there, but that’s all there was. Remenants, scattered traces of what once was. Memories. 
Two Billion Daleks currently orbit the broken remains of Earth in the 25th century. At the very top of that food chain lies the worst of the worst of them. The Dalek Emperor. Histories collide again on this day, as both The Dalek Emperor and The Doctor had been present at the beginning… when he’d been sent back to avert their creation. Only to fail miserably. The Drone who’d shot the creator, the father, went on to wear the crown himself. Shakespeare in Dalek form, he’d always thought.
He thought he’d seen the last of The Emperor on the final day of The Time War. His flagship had been destroyed, his daleks had been crushed. Yet here they stood, an army built out of the bones of humanity. Only one atom in a trillion was fit to be nurtured by The Emperor. That was what he’d said. They were abominations, half human Daleks driven mad by their own flesh. By the years of isolation under the mad king. 
He’d sent Gaia away, already. He’d had no choice. “Get me that thing I have in the console,” He’d said— before sending her away. He knew he couldn’t let The Emperor have The TARDIS, and he knew that if The Daleks’ had found Gaia, the power they could get from harvesting just a single drop of her blood could spread chaos all across the universe. Perhaps more then in just a metaphorical sense, too. 
Right now, he was assembling something he’d wished he’d never have to assemble— a delta wave. A subatomic pulse, boosted by the power of the space station The Daleks are currently slaughtering their way through. One push of the trigger will activate a pulse that’ll engulf the earth. Instant lobotomization of every living thing within it’s radius. Genocide. He had tried to reel in the range of the wave— but he didn’t have the time. He barely had the time to assemble the delta wave— but he’d manage to pull it off. 
Suddenly, the doors blow off their hinges. Smoke fumes in from the doorways, legions upon legions of Bronze Daleks entering as The Doctor scuttles to his feet near the trigger of the Delta Wave. Sweat is matting his forehead. Classic Daleks with Jean? They were no sweat, they were pushovers. He was composed, then. Time War Daleks? Just one of them could wipe out an entire planet, an entire solar system. An army of them had him erratic. The emperor, who’d hijacked every screen he could find— a legion of eyes staring at him.
“NOBODY MOVE!!!” He shouts, his voice almost tearing in his throat as it echoes through the control room, his fingers tightening around the trigger, “If any of you PEPPERPOTS think about moving even an inch closer to me, I’ll turn you all into SPACE DUST!!!” He doesn’t know if he’s ever been this angry before. He’s not angry. He’s afraid. He wants himself to see red so this can be easier. He’s shaking.
None of the Daleks are moving, every eyestalk is staring at him. His eyes are flickering across the room, and he’s unable to stare at anyone in particular before the emperor’s voice suddenly speaks quietly toward him.
“Then do it.”
Silence. The Doctor swallows thickly before blinking in surprise.
“It’d kill you, you’d die with it. Don’t tempt your own fate—” “I am the blessed King of kings and Lord of lords, who alone has immortality.”
“I will never die.” The Emperor says, and The Doctor can feel it reverberate throughout his entire body, “Then why? Why do you want me to push this button? You know I’ve done it before!” He has, on the day he wiped out all his friends, all his family, all his people. Stella. They’re all gone. He wraps his hands around the trigger, ready to wipe out every single last Dalek off the face of the maP… but they want that, don’t they?
“I want to see you become like me. To curse and sin upon the canvas of this portrait, to leave the same stains that I and my children leave.” He seems triumphant, declaring The Doctor’s new title with grandiose. 
“HAIL THE DOCTOR. THE GREAT EXTERMINATOR.” The Emperor declares, “Which face will you wear today, demon? Coward or Killer?” 
His blood’s never ran this cold before. His stare goes absent for a minute, as he feels thousands of eyes on him. All he can hear right now is the sound of his own heartbeat. This is the kind of man he is, now, isn’t it? The man who walked away from the Time War soaked in the blood of two races. He thought his journey through life since then was to step out of the shadow… but maybe he never wanted to. Maybe he liked having that victory over his enemies so dearly that he enjoyed any opportunity to take it back.
You would make a Good Dalek. The first words spoken by a survivor, back before he had this face. It had shocked him then. It shocked him now. The Doctor’s hands were clammy, his breath shaking before he eventually takes his hands off the device, stepping away. His hearts in his ears, as if the choice to stand by his morality is harder then killing the rest of The Dalek Empire. It really is, though. Isn’t it? Killing is easy. It’s why The Daleks exist.
“...Coward.” He decides, then and there. “I’d rather be a coward.”
“The Bulk of Humanity will be harvested. My choir will sing across the cosmos. It will be on you.”
“...You can’t win ‘em all.”
That’s what’s been following him around, all this time, wasn’t it? His song. His chapter. It’s all going to end soon. He’s going to die. Maybe he should just embrace it, and he inhales deeply, realizing now that’s just so tired. He shrugs lightly.
“What’s to become of me, then? Am I worthy enough for a pair of wings?” Sarcasm, even till the end. “You are my greatest sin. I will be rid of you on this day.”
“You keep talking and talking.”
At the very least, he won’t give them the satisfaction of eye contact. He closes his eyes and holds his breath, hearing every twitch of the gunstick. 
Until he was suddenly blown off his feet by the powerful sensation behind him. The Blue Box unnaturally returning to where it had been before he’d sent it away. The Doctor turned away in shock as it fully solidified. The Daleks backing away in fear as The Emperor screaming out, “YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE, DOCTOR!” All the while, The Timelord’s face was filled with confusion.
With a powerful blast of raw energy would the blue doors of the TARDIS fly open. Dark brown hair coursed through the air like tendrils, agitated by the newfound power that found home within her. It felt like a rush when she looked into it. When she saw it all. Memories of the past she didn't know and visions of a future she couldn't know spread through her mind like a wildfire, consuming everything in its wake. The burning sensation that ensued began at the base of her neck, struggling down her spine until she felt something awaken. Energy that had been long deemed forgotten bloomed within her like the first flower after a harsh winter. 
Azure eyes were drowned out in the light that escaped from her orifices, transforming her into a being that might resemble Gaia in appearance but differed greatly from the way that she carried herself. She observed the scene unfolding before her, gaze trailing from the Doctor to the bronze Daleks surrounding him. And finally, her eyes met that of the Emperor. Almost agonizingly slow would she raise her arm, index finger pointing at the screen with her facial features unchanged. 
"YOU." 
Her voice was no longer soft, echoing from every conceivable direction and penetrating the senses of each being able to perceive this display of cosmic power. 
"I am your end. You shall no longer harm." 
The Squid on the screen trembled slightly, not of fear but of anger. His singular, mutated eye squinted in at The Abomination before him, his voice boomed in offense over her threats. Though he did not attribute them to anything, despite the power he bore witness too. 
“Only I will decide the end!! I am The TRUE GOD OF ALL LIFE!!!”
But The Doctor spoke first before either of them could. He moved to sit up, having been blown onto the ground from The Goddess’ emergence. 
“Gaia!!” He spoke out, concern spread over his face. All priorities had shifted toward what was happening to her. What had she done?! His voice is so soft, and he almost reaches out to touch her, but the heat of her power causes him to hesitate. “What did you do..?”
Her gaze remained fixated on the twitching squid shown on the screen before them before violently ripping itself from it. With a crack of her neck would she angle her head towards the ground where The Doctor was kneeling. Her features softened and for a split second, it seemed like something within her eyes shifted. Grief. Anger. Fear. A mixture of it all was displayed upon her face as she answered to his desperate pleas. "I looked into the TARDIS." Her voice was gentle. "It showed me everything . . ." 
And now he looked at her with fear. Not out of fear of her, though— but for her. He reached out again, desperate to hold her— but the energy that was coursing through her caused his hand to recoil when he touched her, palm littered with burns as he fell back a bit, but scurried back onto his knees—
“Gaia— No!” As if it was wrong of her to do something like that, “That’s time! Time and Space! Your past and future are running through your mind right now! Everything you ever were and will be! And for someone like you, that’s—” Now there were tears, “Why would you do that?” 
"Because I have to do it." Her eyes softened more and perhaps, if she could at this very moment, tears would spill from her lashes. But she can't. Not right now. She has to be strong. She has to let this burning feeling consume her until he is saved. "I have to save you. I saw . . . " Lips quiver, canines sinking into the plush flesh until she was sure to taste blood. "I have to do this, Doctor." 
“This is an abomination. The Snake within my garden.” The Emperor decrees, one of his drones aiming their gunstick at the goddess, “EXTERMINATE!!” The Drone cries out, “DEATH TO THE FALSE GOD.” It cries out as a ray of blue energy fires out at her.
Immediately, her neck cracks back to face forward, features freezing in the icy depths of the power that was encapsulating her soul. One of her hands shoots up, creating an impenetrable barrier between herself and the undeniable fatal shot that would have awaited her. 
"You have no power here." 
“YOU CANNOT HURT ME.” The Emperor protested, “I AM EVERLASTING.”
"SILENCE!"
Gaia's voice bounces off the walls like a stray bullet, finding its target immediately in the crevices of their rotten flesh. "Your imitation displeases me." Her voice softens, unneeding of the previous edge. She knew that her existence alone would cut through his mutated muscle like a warm unsharpened knife through butter. Without hesitating any longer or entertaining its spiel, the divinity would raise her arms letting the energy course through every inch of her. It would know its target when it found one. 
"I shall show you what a real god can do." 
And so, it was done. The raw energy fell from its mortal vessel into the air, spreading like vines throughout the atmosphere until it found its victims. Like a cluster of serpents would they infiltrate the metal casing of the Daleks, penetrating the mutated flesh of its operator. The power was uncaring for any resistance or cries, seeking carnage. Seeking release in the grotesque muscle that felt as resistant as a leaf as it pierced through, relishing in the squelching of meat as it had no other choice but to give into her demands. Slowly would it impose its own rules upon the mutants, releasing energy into their wounds not meant for their degraded selves. 
The power took root within them, letting them feel the power of the wild for one split second before it ripped through their bodily tissue. Green vines sprouted from every inch, growing and growing without an end in sight. It would not stop. No, they had to be fully consumed by nature. They should be honored to become a vessel of it, overgrowing the mutated flesh until the metal casing of the daleks popped open. A cacophony of raking vines penetrating every inch of tissue and horrid screams filled the air and yet, the goddess would not flinch. She would not even blink. Her eyes were permanently glued to the grotesque gore before her, feeling the power slip into something darker before the vines started to wither away. It would take the daleks with them. The rot would fill up their bodies, crevices teeming with black ooze as it slowly drowned them in their own decaying fluids. 
“I… WILL NOT… DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE—” 
It was like one last cry of desperation before he is torn apart by the roots that Gaia imbued into him and his children. Ripping apart and withering, choking the life from the Emperor before the saucers surrounding and housing the many Daleks within them began to crash into each other, for they had no one left to pilot them— a series of explosions around the moon made it look like there were fireworks. The Doctor, even though he could not see the chaos, could visualize it thanks to the rumbling in the station. His eyes took in the chaos, seeing how she was continuing to wither them into dust.
“Gaia.” He spoke now, trying to reach out to her, “Listen to me, you need to stop now.” He tried now to get back up onto his feet but felt crushed by the weight of the room. The power that was flowing from her was more than anyone in their right mind could handle, even her. “You’re going to burn! Your mind! It can’t handle all this power!”
The goddess feels relief coursing through her veins whilst listening to the last cry of the Emperor, though, her facial features barely show it. She cranes her neck towards the Doctor once again, gaze softening as she listens to his desperation. "I was always going to burn, Doctor." She says, tears brimming her lashes as she feels herself gaining more control of her body. "It was my destiny. This is how I save you… How I save everyone." A pause. "I was born for this." 
“No!” He immediately protests, reaching out to her. “No, Gaia! Not like this! Never like this! You’ve got the entire time vortex running through your mind. You’re becoming the very foundation that reality is built on, and that’s not supposed to happen! You’re going to die.” 
She feels it. The finality of death rushed towards her like a train without a conductor. "Death…" The goddess repeats, eyes trailing towards her hands as they continue to glow with the blinding blue that had infected her entire being. "My head hurts, Doctor …" She whispers in a meek voice, feeling the weight of it all crash down on her. "I'm scared…I'm so scared."  
His gaze softens somewhat, “I know.” He speaks, because of course he does. They might not come from the same place, and they might have different stories— but they’re the same. He sees that in her, the same plights he faces. The curse of immortality and the endless years droning on and on. It’s hard. He stands now, on both his feet. He gets as close as he can to her, but it burns. He moves to hold her, despite it. His hair also floats somewhat, but only because he’s having a hard time standing this close to her. There are visible indications of pain from him, though. So. Dying. Like that, they meant. Okay. That’s fine.
“Let me hold you, dear.”
She feels herself slip. Not physically but mentally. A tiny smidge of freedom lingers behind those words, behind their very existence. Gaia sees the power attacking his own flesh and skin and for a brief moment, the goddess hesitates. But she feels weak against those feelings that are starting to float to the top. The tears no longer brim her lashes, instead falling freely down her cheeks as she lets herself fall into his grasp. It's an embrace that she knows. It's an embrace that she's always gonna know. 
"Thank you, Doctor . . . " A sob breaks through her words. "Thank you for being my friend." 
“It was my honor.” Truly. As if he’d do this for anyone else but her.
Lips press against hers and it feels like he’s swallowing a star. It burns, but he has to push through. He has to take the power from her and give it back to the TARDIS before he loses too much of her. So he takes it and takes it. He can feel every single cell screaming at him to stop until they’re split to the point of bursting. By the time he finishes ripping the power from her, she’s unconscious in his arms, but he continues holding her regardless.
Seeing time and space. He lives that way, constantly. So it’s nothing new, he’s simply trying to survive the experience. His body glows with an intense power, some of it from The TARDIS, some of it from Gaia. When his eyes snap open, they’re flooded with that same blue energy that game from hers, but he seems more calm and collected. He seems almost in a trance. As if obeying a silent command, the TARDIS doors open and he exhales starlight back into his ship…
Until his eyes go heavy and his skin goes pale. He almost stumbles again, but his eyes trail down toward the Goddess in his arms, and he exhales firmly. No more burns litter his body, as if they’d never been there at all. He takes another long inhale and his eyes open, flashing gold for just a moment. 
It’s starting.
The doors to the TARDIS slam shut behind him, the Police Box fading. The remains of the once great Time War being left in its wake. The howling engines echoing out quietly… 
And the goddess dreams, the whole time. Of a song that never ends.
“She’ll be fine.” The Police Box sits atop a roof in a metro area, back in the present time. The Doctor standing outside of it, hands in his pockets. “A little scatterbrained after the first couple of weeks, but she’ll be fine.” He refers to his passenger, who he’d left on the couch in the apartment of the only person he could think to take her to. “She just needs some bed rest.”
Python's gaze trails from the unconscious body of his master towards the Doctor, almost as if he couldn't believe what was happening. He hadn't seen her in so long. It felt like looking at a relic. "I understand." He presses through gritted teeth, hands steadying himself upon the railing of the roof. "And…" His attention flutters back to the other guest of his home. "What will you do now?" 
He inhales deeply, staring out at the blue sky now. Gaia’s downstairs, asleep. She probably won’t even remember what happened, but he prefers it that way. He exhales, rolling his shoulders as his hands rest in his pockets, “Collect my reward.” He mumbled quietly, fishing the key to his police box out of his TARDIS. Wordlessly, he turns away… but he stops, his eyes squinting.
“Y’know…” He turns back toward Python, tongue pressed against his cheek. “She saved the universe. Billion years from now…” He gestured to the sky, to where the moon would be if it was nighttime. “I think that’s worth a second review.” He didn’t know much about Python and Gaia’s relationship, but he knew it was strained. If he was parting from her now, the least he could do was leave a good word in for her.
Python's expression turned to one of shock at the other's words. Grey eyes widened at the revelation as his grip upon the metal railing tightened somewhat. There was a moment of silence as his gaze trailed downwards, observing strangers as they went on with their daily lives. Billions of lives . . . A small smile tugs at his lips before he raises his head to look at the Doctor once again. "That's what she does. That's what she's always done." He mumbles, feeling a memory of the past creep up on him. "She never stops helping… I don't think she would know how to." 
But then, another thought came to mind. "She will not see you again, right?" 
He squinted softly, “Maybe.” He left it vague, “I don’t really know. I hope so.” He remarked but left it brief. He hated goodbyes. The Door hung open halfway as he remained with one foot in the TARDIS and one foot outside. He gave the young man a weighted smile before his head tilted quietly.
“Goodbye, Python.”
"Goodbye, Doctor." 
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Even if it was goodbye for Gaia and Python, he still had more he needed to do. People he had to see, faces he had to burn into his mind before he went. It was hard, holding back the change for as long as he was doing it. He was sure that would come back to bite him, eventually. Right now, all it was doing is causing immense pain and an increased body temperature. Sweat was slicked to his skin, and he looked so tired. He needs rest. Rest can wait, for now… he had a bucket list to cross off.
His first stop was back to the land of contrasts, where he dropped a sneaky tip off to an informant regarding Fatui movements in the area, all of it suppressed under the Tianquan’s nose. Of course, she never saw him— not until he was already back at his Police Box, giving the first face his eyes ever saw one final look and a heartfelt wave.
His next stop was a visit back to the city of freedom, to watch an old friend get sworn in as Mondstadt’s official Grand Master in place of the absent one. He watched the ceremony, and let her lock eyes with him one last time before she too, received a farewell in the form of a casual wave and a soft smile, before finally that Police Box vanished one last time. 
Though his second stop, also just so happened to be his final stop. This time, however, it was snowing. The chilly air against his burning skin helped relieve some of the tension in his body. He couldn’t be that far away from the TARDIS, because now he was having a hard time standing up. He drew his hood over his head and exhaled firmly, knowing that he couldn’t be seen. He rested in against the shadows underneath the winery… just… simply waiting.
He shouldn’t have come here. He knew he shouldn’t have. He inhaled deeply, turning back so that he could try and start his walk back to the TARDIS. Pain shoots up his side, though. It causes a small groan as he leans against the wall, holding his hip in pain as he feels his vision start to blur. He feels like he’s going to collapse, but something pierces through the noise— causing him to focus, stabilize, and shake off the pain.
“Are you alright?”
It’s her. 
She’s standing right behind him, he turns to face her— barely. He’s hidden away enough in the shadows so that he can’t be seen, his hood still drawn over his features. He chokes out words, through excruciating strain. 
“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. I… I just… had a bit too much to drink.” Hearing her voice was good enough. “Do you need any help getting home?” Instantly. Without any hesitation.
“N-No— No, I’m not that out of it… I just… I was catching my breath.”
She seems to buy that, for now, at least. She sighs, and he knows she’s smiling. “I understand, just make sure you get home safe.” She requests, and he lets out a soft sigh, “Oh… Absolutely. I’m wiped.” He laughs it off. It’s been a day. He can hear The Captain laugh about it too, only a bit more softly.
“Then I hope you sleep well, it sounds like you should rest.”
His eyes soften somewhat, and he smiles.
“I’m planning on it.”
He stands up straight, giving her a wave, “Have a goodnight, Captain Lawrence.” He turns to face her, to see her face from the shadow. That icy blue hair and those dual toned eyes. Patrolling the streets in the midnight snow because she longs for the chill of dragonspine. Only a couple of months before she’ll be sent on the mission where she’ll meet him. He hears her tell him goodnight, and he watches her go back to her patrol.
When she crosses the corner, he feels another rippel of pain shoot up his body. He keeps it more contained as to not re-alert Miss Lawrence. He starts his stumble back toward the TARDIS. He’s whimpering softly, making it around the corner. The TARDIS was only a block away, but it felt as if he had to walk the length of a football field just to get there. Just… push on… a little longer.
He makes it about half the distance before he falls onto his knees and lands on his chest. His legs have just given out, and he’s feeling the strain of having pushed his regeneration off for too long affecting him too much. Every breath is replaced with a wheeze. His head is spinning round and round as if his head’s been put into a blender.
Until that song of the universe begins to creep in, as if he can hear the atoms of the universe singing to him. A telepathic song? From across the cosmos? It feels like he’s had his telepathic range extended somewhat. A last gift from his departed cosmos? The ability to hear the universe’s lullaby? It causes him too pick himself up and carry himself onto his feet, The TARDIS within sight. Cold sweat is pouring down his forehead, but he knows he needs to persist. 
“Silly old universe.” He gives it a quiet chuckle as he begins to make his way toward the TARDIS, “The more I save the universe, the more it feels like it needs saving.” He mumbles quietly, “But you’d get it all wrong without me, wouldn’t you?” He chuckles quietly before he arrives at the door of The Police Box. As he fishes his key out, he wraps his fingers around the door handle of the exterior.
“What’s one more lifetime, eh Old Girl?” He smiles softly, “Won’t kill anyone… Except me.” He chuckles dryly before he finally shuffles into the warmth of the TARDIS, shutting the doors behind him. He can hear that song growing in his mind as he looks towards the console. Already he can feel the TARDIS stabilizing him somewhat, allowing him to complete the walk toward the console. He rests his messenger bag on the coat rack, for once, and approaches the console. 
“Let’s remember the fundamentals before we trade it off, shall we?” He chuckles before yanking down the TARDIS take off lever. That last action of strength causes him to groan in pain— but he hears the whirring of the TARDIS engines as he looks up toward the ship. One sharp inhale echoes out before he exhales, “Never be cruel nor cowardly… that’s the promise.” The Doctor’s hands trace over the console as he walks around it, one last time. “Laugh hard, run fast… Be kind…” His face softens towards the TARDIS, looking up. 
He can hear his song swelling towards it’s finale. What could he possibly say right now, while he’s on his own? This pressure is terrifying. His hand twitches softly, and he waits for someone else to fill it… but he isn’t sure who will. He knows he has to be brave… say something brave. He's going to be fine. So why does this time feel so hard? He chuckles, looking down at the floor for a moment. He’s overthinking it… and he knows it. He just needs to—
His song stirs for a moment. His eyes drift up.
“Doctor,” He speaks aloud… “I let you go.”
It’s starting. His hands begin to glow this bright yellow. The energy swirling around them, like heat from a flame. The skin pulses with a powerful, vibrant glow. Now, his hair swirls around him like tendrils, as the golden energy ripples off of every part of him. It grows in a powerful vibrant color that only grows more and more intense. The Doctor’s exhales and inhales become increasingly more harsh and harsh as the light swirls further and further towards its tipping point. Eventually, he takes one final inhale, to hold his breath. The light grows until its breaking point—
His head snaps back and his arms stretch outwards. Golden energy explodes off of his body, like rocket fins. Flames of regeneration spit across the console room, causing a discharge of power as explosions and flames pop off of the console. Wires snap off, and some of the pillars crumble and snap apart as The Doctor regenerates. The TARDIS exterior windows even break and explode, the Police Box spinning as it begins to spin wildly through the Time Vortex.
The Doctor is immobile, stuck standing in place with his eyes locked toward the ceiling. Every single atom in his body recycles itself into a new state as he feels the energy begin to warp his outer layer, his physical body. It’s extremely painful, the bones and muscles rearranging themselves. His eyes finally shut as he releases the exhale he’d been holding onto the whole time— only to hear someone else’s voice come out as the change occurs almost instantly.
The Doctor spins, a whole 180-degree spin after the glowing golden energy suddenly ceases. He wobbles a bit, somewhat taller. His hair is a bright flamingo pink and his eyes are burning gold. His skin is somewhat more paler and his body is a bit more curvy. He looks from his hands to his body, feeling every inch of himself that he can before finally spitting out words. 
“Legs!!” Beat, “Well— at least I’ve got those.” He groans before moving to look at his hair, “And— what on earth?! Pink!? Who’s been introducing shrimp into my diet!?” He curses outward before he’s suddenly flung into the console due to a chain of explosions that causes the TARDIS to rock around roughly.
“Oh! Yes, right— Wasn’t I just doing something?” He looks down at the console, “Fixing the chameleon circuit? No— wait—” His finger suddenly raises, “Yes! Yes! My apologies! We’re crashing, aren’t we!?” The Doctor exhales, his fingers flying across the console as The TARDIS spits itself out into real space, rocketing toward a familiar blue planet.
“Right! Yes! Of course!!! We’re crashing!!” The Doctor laughs suddenly.
Of course…  Because the adventure never stops, does it?
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