#“i would make the same choice every time.” (yelan / goth | lunaetis)

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WHEN THE TARDIS WAS PARKED OUTSIDE OF YELAN'S HOUSING AREA, That usually meant that the timelord had to wake her up for an adventure, but- that didn't seem to be what was happening today. Yes, he had Sonic'd his way into her apartment- but, was she really expecting anything less from him at this current moment? It didn't seem like he had anything planned today. Maybe the exhaustion had caught up with him...

Because when Yelan woke up, she'd find that on this particular morning- The Doctor had seemingly arrived at her apartment and snuggled up into her. His face pressed into her hip and his arms wrapped around her waist, his hair looking awfully ready for ruffling.

He hadn't even taken his shoes off- he'd just laid in there.

@lunaetis

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                "That's because you proposed, Darling." He argued, crossing his arms as she examined the crudely filled out document. He backed up slightly and rested his hands on the back of his head. He laughed though, "I didn't think you had beyonce on your world, Yelan. Not a surprise." He slid his hands in his pockets and let out a long huff. He did have something wasting away in his pocket that he fiddled with softly- but he kept those thoughts hidden. They were in the middle of something, right now- some boring thing Ningguang was asking of Yelan. The Doctor just happened to be in the vicinity, so he got roped into it- often happened.

                He leaned inside the doorway to a balcony overlooking Liyue. It was fascinating how the Jade Palace worked. Even if it was a very basic form of geo-telemetric gravity manipulation. Make the rock light enough to float, but strong enough to support a structure. Not unlike The TARDIS and it's ability to control it's weight. He could feel the TARDIS, in his mind- parked out in the Jade Palace courtyard. What were they waiting for? More paperwork? He let out a huff, the item's weight in his pocket became heavier.

                "Let's go somewhere." He said after she "accepted" the document, "I'm bored. Let's go catch a midnight double feature, over-" He pointed up at the star, in some random direction. "On that starbase- in the fifty first century." He looked back at her, "Or go watch robotic duplicates of the universe's greatest artists live paint in the sixty-seventh century." He leamed his head back- looking at the ceiling while trying to look at her from the direction he was facing.

@unboundtravels asked :

your name: The Doctor your age: N/A your perfect date: Surely she knows how perfect my dates are. I've never had an imperfect date. Ask her. make out in private or in public?: We've already done this. Several times. do you like to cuddle?: No Complex feelings. tell me something about you: I'm the only one you'd want on a date. why do you want to be my valentine?: I'm your husband.

A VALENTINE’S APPLICATION. || accepting

─「夜兰」─  there was something rather amusing about reading this so-called APPLICATION for the upcoming valentine's, as one would call it. the informant herself usually didn't pay much attention to something so trivial, nor had she ever indulged in the occasion saved for a few dates here and there. a smile donned her lips, even etching deeper at the make out part. he wasn't wrong, they had done so several times, even more than simple kisses, but those weren't needed to be said.

                " since when are you my husband, doctor ? i don't recall you ever proposing. " a clear hint of mirth in her voice where she tilted her head to the side, though the fact that she wasn't opposing anything else he had written spoke enough of their relationship despite no verbal admittance was made. " have you ever heard of a phrase if you like it, put a ring on it ? " that statement was going to come bite back at her later, she was sure. after all, the liyuan spy was not the type to settle down. arms crossed over her chest, and a sweeter grin was flashed in his direction.

                " accepted. "

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The Universe is Cruel, and sometimes- you have to be cruel to be kind. The Time War is over. It has changed The Doctor into a different man. In an alternate timeline, an alternate Ninth Doctor meets Yelan, a spy from Liyue. The Doctor and Yelan journey across the universe, battling all sorts of dark and twisted nightmares. Who's really scared of the dark, though? Can The Doctor really stoop down to those levels? Traveling with his new Companion- The Doctor and The Night Orchid travel across to see all sorts of sights and places- and along the way, they encounter more threats than anyone can even fathom-- but who's really afraid of The Dark?

THE DEATH PARADE; IN FONTAINE, an auction of rare minerals is underway- despite the Party's overly luxurious nature. When a Gothic Horror begins to talk the night, claiming victims left and right- the only ones who can put a stop to the nightmarish bloodshed are a Spy from Liyue and a man from the stars...

THAT'S RIGHT!! @lunaetis and I wrote a FANFICTION!! One we worked tirelessly on during the whole weekend and that we're super excited to bring you! We've been experimenting behind the scenes for about four months on this dynamic and these characters, so much so that we thought it'd be fun to put a fic together! One that'll be regularly updated to include new episodes!! So have this mock-up promo post for them!!!

Disclaimer: Everything we're doing here is for fun- nothing here is official, not even that mockup intro-- I made it in like an hour. Read the fic tho we worked hard on it--

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VOLUME WARNING???

In light of Goth's recent character rework (which is going to become as official as it can be when I update the about section)- here's an intro I spliced together using a clean Series 10 intro and the Series 9 Rock version of the theme.

Yes I picked Johnny Yong Bosch for Goth. Yes Laura post as in @lunaetis's Yelan.

I wanted to use Davinci Resolve for the first time- so-- mockup intro!! I think it fits the tone of the kind of threads / stories Hina and I tell. Horrific, Gothic, Metallic, but whimsical and curious. Especially now that Goth is taking all of ideas and queues from The Tweflth Doctor (peter Capaldi).

Silly little Edit :>

PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG.

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@lunaetis whispered: sacrifice [ goth & yelan. you're forcing my hands and you know it. ] | TAKE ME INSTEAD / SACRIFICE MEME | Accepting

               He has a ringing in his ears. They're on some faraway planet, in some faraway galaxy, and he's running down some faraway corner- barely running, really- pushing himself. There is shaking because this planet is falling apart. The Mining Tunnels he's in are filling with fire because the walls are breaking down, and it's about to fill with rock and dust. He's got a vial in his hands, and his palms are sweaty. He presses his shoulder against a corner for a moment to regain some strength. It's a split second, but it hurts like hell. He's pale, too pale- paler than he usually is. There's sweat matting his raven hair to his forehead. He's running a fever that's gotta be in the 150-degree temperatures right now. Veins running up the left side of his neck are black, and he's got a rash running up his neck and arms, across his chest. He's been poisoned. That's the least of his worries, though- because he has the cure in his hand... there's just one problem.

               He takes off back to the hall after a shake of the mining facility causes him to regain some awareness. He enters a laboratory, crashing through its doors. There on the floor, is the mad fool who did this to them, a roboticist, geneticist- a megalomaniac. The Doctor takes in quickly the room's details. There are some dead soldiers- people came for him, but they took off when they heard the alarms, assumingly after they killed this mad scientist. On the table, though- is the one he's come for. He runs to it and kneels near it. "Yelan-" He mutters out. He pushes a hand against her cheek while he feels her temperature- she's burning up. Her body looks as pale as his, and the rash is more intense, the veins on her body more darker- and her breathing more labored. She's been poisoned too. He hears fire and steel crash from the ceiling of the lab. He doesn't have any time. Like a blanket, he wraps her jacket around her and picks her up, one arm under the legs and the other on the back. He picks her up and exits the laboratory.

               He gets up to the surface pretty quickly, running as fast as he can with her in his arms- stopping only occasionally to stop her from falling out of his arms. It's a ten-yard SPRINT to The Tardis. He can feel his body going numb, cramps along the back and thighs, and his vision is spinning. However, he pushes onward, and powers through it. Mud Geysers and explosions are rocking all around him, the planet's about to crack. As soon as he gets to The TARDIS, he has to put her down and fumble sweatily through his pockets for the key. He moves to hold her with one hand- forcing the key into the door and shaking it as wildly as he can. "C'mon!! COME ON!!!" He screams out keeping himself focused, pushing himself harder- keeping the adrenaline pumping. He pushes the door open and picks Yelan up. He hurries to the console and puts her on the floor, before hitting a flux of switches and engaging the Tardis' emergency take-off.

               He's slipping. He can feel it. He falls onto his knees, holding her up and popping the vial of antidote open, pouring it into her mouth. There's just enough for her, and he makes sure she gets every single drop in a heartbeat. "Yelan- Yelan! Drink this... Drink this, honey- you must drink this. Please, please." He mutters out, watching and helping her swallow the drink. Already he can feel her fever fading, and her skin returning to normal. He even watches her airway open up, de-swell- fascinating... the cure really did work... The pain quickly shot through his body. He put her down gently, and moved away from her- He was heaving, really beginning to fight for his lungs- they were burning, now. The ability to breathe is getting harder and harder. "Is this death?" He mutters out before he lets out a few wheezes, his airways restricting- his vision going blurry and dark- and his fever causing numbness.

               He falls onto his side uncomfortably, his eyes half-lidded, his face going numb, his entire body losing strength, and this incessant ringing in his ears. Only the sound of The TARDIS in auto-flight echoes- but it's quieter than the sound he's listening for. He begins to hear Yelan breathe out through her mouth again and regain consciousness. He wants to lay on his back, look at the stars via the TARDIS's opaque ceiling, and see the nebulas pass by one last time. But he could care less about that when he sees Yelan sit up in the corner of his eye- a tear slips out. He doesn't have the strength to speak, but thank god- he hears in his mind. Thank god she's alright. Thank god it worked. Even though he doesn't believe in that kind of stuff, he's just thankful she survived... He's only wheezing right now, his body is filling with this numbness- and it's so hot.... but Yelan is safe, Yelan is okay. So... It's okay... She's okay.

               This is fine.                This is fine.                This is okay.                This is alright.

[unboundwanderers]

what are goth's unfiltered & honest thoughts of yelan?

THE ANONS WANT THE TEA TODAY LMAO + @lunaetis who I got too busy to answer properly

THE CONSOLE ROOM is quiet while the faint scratching of CHALK AGAINST A BLACKBOARD echoes out, the temporal engines at rest while The Doctor takes a moment to enjoy the moment of silence he has while The TARDIS stays parked in the Jade Chamber. Usually, he arrives right on time, but sometimes the old girl wants to be a little unreliable, like today for instance, the tardis got him here a few days before Yelan arrives back from transit. He'll have to fine-tune the temporal waypoint he has set in the navcom settings. So the DOCTOR gets to spend some time with a little bit too much time to himself, alone with his thoughts. He's scratching out a series of intense calculations on a blackboard and does what he does best. Talks to himself. Chalk stops scratching quietly as he talks aloud to the only other living being in the room with him- his first love... The TARDIS. The one he vets all his partners through.

"What is responsible for causing feelings of attraction? There are three chemicals, three- no more, no less." He muses aloud, circling the first word on his blackboard, "First- there's Noradrenaline- Stimulates the adrenaline production in our brains. Like a factory- all those neurons are suddenly working overtime." He wiggles his fingers about an inch away from each temple to indicate that those parts of his brain are producing those reactions, "It's as if everybody in the factory got told they were getting overtime pay and a raise- on the same day." He pointed toward the console, the hum suddenly changing, as if the Time ship agreed with his metaphor. He moved to toss the piece of chalk into his other hand and began scratching at the blackboard again. "Noradrenaline causes sweaty palms, racy hearts- that's why when you see that- special someone for the first time... you think it's fear- Or at least, that's the most commonly agreed conclusion." He moves to turn, circling the second word on his blackboard.

"Then, next- there's Dopamine." He moves to start scratching out what Dopamine does to the brain, "Dopamine is that feel-good chemical. It makes you laugh, makes us kick your legs, makes you want to skip and sing--!!" He emotes, and he starts writing things down with big loud expressive motions, "Pair Noradrenaline with Dopamine, and that's what extinguishes the idea that THE PERSON you're seeing-- is causing Fear." He moves to circle Dopamine one more time on the blackboard as if he's using it to explain something to an invisible classroom. "The Dopamine moves in to tell all the factory workers-- !! This is real--!! Nobody's getting laid off!!" He moves to finally write the final word on the blackboard, "And what do the factory workers start making when they know their overtime raise pay is real?" He moves to write the final word in big bold letters.

P H E N Y L E T H Y L A M I N E. "I know it's a big word, and big words are scary- but let's try our best to keep up." He moves to explain it to his invisible classroom he seems to be emotional too. "Phenylethylamine is what causes those annoying sensations when you're seeing your so-called crush for the first time-" He moves to try and find the metaphor for it, rotating his wrist round and round as he tries to figure out, snapping suddenly and pointing to no one in particular, "Butterflies in your stomach! I've always had a problem with that analogy because-- Why would butterflies come to your planet so often if you were eating them?" He moved to scratch off the similar synonyms associated with the metaphor on his blackboard. "It's what causes that jitteriness, that unknowing anxiety- that desire and that drive to impress... to do stupid things... Like, take your crush to an alien fleamarket next to a giant sun for a first date..." He moved to put the chalkboard down, moving to rest his hands against the upper railing on the balcony of the console room.

"That's my scientific answer on why I like Yelan..." He suddenly says, looking over the console room. That silence passes over the console room one more time as he rests his hands on the railing, looking quietly at everything- the Console room feels so quiet without her, and that smile he had talking about the chemical reactions in his brain fades softly as he feels the silence wrap around her. The Console room has only been quiet like this once before, he exhales softly... "I like Yelan because..." He looks down, hands gripping the railing tighter.

"Everyone got their happy ending after..." No More. "After it was all over..."

The Abyss Princess got her new name holder, and Cosmic Warrior was reunited with her brother, the spirit of anger and vengeance looming over her past was put to rest, and her life was made on Teyvat- her future secured, even Dehya- the first victim of that atrocity... was avenged. But the timelord? The Last of the Timelords? He looked outward, feeling this chill in his chest- this twisting pain. There was a reason he wanted death on the final day of The Time War. Until...

"Yelan makes me feel like it was worth it all."

[unboundwanderers]

♚♚♚♚♚ [ i get a chance to compliment you on main ? LET'S GO. i don't think i say it enough despite how much we've screamed at each other over plots and writing, but i admire you greatly. i know literally nothing about the series and you have pulled ( read : dragged ) me into it blind, making me fall head first with your characters, your writing, your lore. i've never met anyone who's so creative and talented at lore and world building as you are ! i know i scream at you A LOT whenever we talk and whenever you hurt me with our ships ( which is A LOT ) but i have so so much fun fleshing out all our pairings, all our ships, all the ideas and plots, the adventures and the small moments. you make writing with you really easy bc you pour your heart and soul into your characters and plots, it's so easy to get lost and absorbed in them bc you make them feel real. you give them life and you make all my muses a part of your muses' world and that's what make me love all of them all the more.

thank you for blessing me with your characters and writing, and your amazing self ! we've literally written books by this point but i'm looking forward to see more of our characters and ships ! could never get enough of them ! stay amazing fam ! love you lots ! ]

Pictured above: Binary pitching a ship to Hina that will go on to infect her brain.

Can I please talk about Hina- I'm going to talk about Hina, now. Sorry, Dash. PLEASE DO NOT SAY YOU ADMIRE ME GREATLY, HINA- BECAUSE I WOULD LITERALLY DIE FOR YOU. Hina is such a good writer, you guys, and I don't think Hina gives herself NEARLY as much Credit as she deserves for simply EXISTING. Hina's WARMTH and Energy are literally something that me and @kemikorosu THRIVE on. We're addicted to Hina, so much so that we literally kick our legs when Hina types in our group chat. We are simply obsessed with her--- BUT WHY IS THAT?? Well, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY FRIEND, HINA!!!!

Hina has CHANGED my FUNDAMENTAL understanding of how Mun perceives their muse. Hina quite literally changed how I see the creative writing process when it comes to forming ships, plotlines, and interactions. She has such a unique take on all of her characters that often it leaves me (and my characters) BREATHLESS. I think Hina attaches herself to a character and gets into their brain, and the way Hina can GUSH about the way a character thinks, how they act, how they FEEL. You'd swear it's because her characters COME ALIVE and TAKE CONTROL of her. She is in tune with her portrayal. I don't think ANY of MY DOCTOR's would be NEARLY as accessible to roleplay with if not for Hina's influence on them.

Hina and I started DMing after I went through her wishlist prompts and harassed her for like two days until we got a thread going. We moved over to discord, made our server- and all of our ships just existed in that isolated space (to the point where we just STRAIGHT UP have a whole fic series we're getting ready to upload--) THE POINT IS IS THAT HINA CAME IN AND STOLE THE BRAINCELL and it was INSANE. I think Hina and I have crafted some of the most engaging takes on the Tropes portrayed in Doctor Who. So much so that sometimes I get sad that Yelan and Goth aren't canon parts of Doctor Who because their TV run would be SIMPLY AMAZING. Never have I met a muse who paired so perfectly then Yelan and Goth.

PLEASE DON'T THANK ME FOR BLESSING YOU HINA, THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME BECAUSE YOU'RE ONE OF THE MOST TALENTED WRITERS I'VE EVER MADE AND IT HAS BEEN A PRIVILEGE TO WRITE WITH YOU.

Hina literally stormed into my house, knocked me over the head and became one of my Best Friends in the span of a MONTH. We've been writing for four months. I've adored EVERY second.

[unboundwanderers]

👫 [ any pairings or gimme all ]

HOLMES AND WATSON EXCEPT THEY'RE MARRIED | FOUR HEADCANONS MEME // I'm not limiting myself to four.

YEAH, THEY HAVE THAT WATSON AND HOLMES DYNAMIC. The Doctor NEEDS Yelan, he needs her because she helps him see what he can't see. She understands him, at first-- she understands him on the most basic of levels- on the most smallest of avenues. She knows that life is a challenge to him- that it's just one big mystery after the other, and that he needs to keep himself going. As their travels go on, they begin to realize that they need each other on more then just a partnership / banter dynamic. The Doctor needs Yelan to remind him that he's just as mortal and lowly as everyone else. He needs her to humble him, because after The Time War? He's in this place where-- he REALLY needed her to knock him down a peg.

I think Yelan is the first person who really CALLS him out on his shit. Really makes him think that maybe the way he's doing things isn't right, maybe being harsh and cruel isn't good. After they have a really bad fight, she spends a month away from him- but HE spends a YEAR due to Time Travel... and he spends the entire time basically... SOBBING over their "break up"- break up blues. He reorganized the TARDIS interior for her, even prepared a fancy date. (The Year Alone Goth is something I want to do but I feel like it'd be awkward to do a thread where Goth is just constantly bummed about about some other woman while he's interacting with a muse)

"Promise me you'll never sacrificed yourself again" HE NEVER MAKES THAT PROMISE. HE never DIRECTLY responds to her that he'll NEVER DO THAT AGAIN... Which-- HE BREAKS THAT PROMISE-- TECHNICALLY-- During their final adventure, when the cause of his DEATH is CHOOSING HER. Like it's a "Only enough cure for one" kind of situation and they're both poisoned. "Sometimes, the only choices you have to make are bad ones, but you still have to choose." He chose. He chose her. He chooses her EVERY TIME.

WHEN GOTH first came into existence-- he DIDN'T want too be a GOOD DOCTOR-- He wanted to be cold and isolated. He WANTED to be feared so that the universe would be TOO AFRAID too EXPLODE-- But Yelan made him realize-- through the things he subjected her too- that that would NEVER HAPPEN-- During an adventure where Cybermen hijacked a station-- The Doctor did absolutely nothing to help until it threatened the web of time. Then he stepped in-- and basically-- revealed that he had the power to stop the cybermen the whole time and just CHOSE to not do it to see what Humanity would do. Yelan GOT SO PISSED. That's basically how their SECOND DATE ended.

So after a year of RE-THINKING his priorities and his self motivations-- he asks her on a third date. On the third date, he's still pretty insufferable, but he does his best to save everyone from an invisible killer (people still die, but it's not because he ACTIVELY was choosing to not do anything-- he TRIED to keep those three people safe and alive-- but he failed.) That's when they first fell in love, I think-- when she ACTIVELY acknowledged the change-- when she ACTIVELY saw the improvements, when she ACTIVELY saw that he was making an effort-- it made him think-- "Maybe I'm on the right track."

Basically, IF NOT FOR YELAN-- The Doctor WOULD'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO TRANSITION INTO LOONEY. Without Yelan to teach Goth that there was still things worth fighting for, there were still reasons to be kind, there were still WAYS TO help even when the odds are stacked against you (which is not something that's UNKNOWN to him-- he just FORGOT-- The TRAUMA of the time war made him forget that-- he was like that-- that he persevered through trial) Looney wouldn't have been as sunshine "I want to help people" soft boy if YELAN didn't set Goth up to transition into that.

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A WHOOSHING AND A GROANING ECHO OUT NEAR THE DOCKS OF LIYUE. The Navy Blue Police Box begins to materialize. The Crashing of the waves against the shoreline created an excellent sound that echoed through the air. The Police Box rested there for a moment, blending in and becoming one. It was... a sight to see, for sure. The TARDIS rested along the city streets, and the doors slowly creaked open... a pair of heels echoed out, walking out slowly... someone in toe behind them. THE TARDIS had brought them here. She'd known. After everything she'd seen them go through-- she knew the two needed some type of home to return to... Even though the pilot had no home to return to, her home was the closest thing he had to one.

The Doctor walked out behind Yelan, still fresh from the experience they'd gone through. He had a black eye, a bloody nose, and bruises along his neck and body. His pants were torn up from tumbling down a hill, and his shirt was ripped. Only his black T-shirt which rested over the red one was currently being worn. His coat had been stolen and destroyed. His sleeves were torn off at the forearms, and bruises and scrapes along his skin and body indicate he'd been through some kind of warzone. Yelan had it a little easier than he did, for sure. He closes the doors behind them, staying near The TARDIS.

He watches her for a moment, thankful she's here with him. However, he moves to rest his head against the box- simply to lean against it, to hang his head away and sigh, "We're back." She heard him mumble. They made it. The People didn't even notice them- they just passed right by, just kept on with their lives. He let out a shaky exhale, he just-- He was tired, looked very anxious, over the surface. He wanted to jump into the ocean outside Liyue- but he knew he shouldn't. He didn't even feel any of the pain on his body- which seemed to help him reach a conclusion that he was okay... for the most part. He was physically damaged, sure, but he was okay... for the most part. He looked back at her, waiting for her to turn back.

All she could do was see him smile, fondly.

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MAINS TAGS MASTERLIST - TO BE UPDATED REGULARLY.

“True Flame comes from Within.” (dehya / scarf | lunaetis)

"Great men are forged in fire- it's the privilege of lesser men to light the flame." (War / Abyss Lumine | Lunaetis)

"I would make the same choice, every time." (Yelan / Goth | lunaetis)

"Even if you don't think someone will remember- they will." (Looney / Eula | Lunaetis)

"What man would I be if I put you through that again?" (Lumine / War | kemikorosu)

"Physician Heal Thyself." (Lumine / Scarf | kemikorosu)

"I've waited a thousand years to tell you I missed you." (Pink / Lumine | Kemikorosu)

"To the study of plants then!" ( Scarf / Tighnari | verdantstride )

"Be their shield!!" ( War / Hui | lastvigil)

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MAIN / RELATIONSHIP TAGS

"I'm not an archon, I'm a Timelord." (Dehya / Scarf | lunaetis) "What man would I be if I put you through that again?" (Lumine / War | kemikorosu) "I would make the same choice, every time." (Yelan / Goth | lunaetis)

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@lunaetis whispered: ❝  you need someone right now.  and i’m the one that’s here.  let me be what you need.  ❞ [ yelan to goth ! ] STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS | ACCEPTING

               Here they were, on the railing of The EIFFEL tower. He had taken her to a swing party in the 1920s. He knew of secret gatherings done by European (and American) elitists that he'd been invited to several times, but had never had anyone to go with. Until now, that is. So here they were, drinking, dancing- he was wearing what he usually always wears, a maroon dress jacket, a black collared shirt, a pair of black pants, and black boots. She was wearing something nice, (when wasn't she?) but before they'd left The TARDIS- he'd told her, 'Something period appropriate! You'll cause a scene if we leave in something that hasn't even been invented yet!' And he was spending all of that time wearing something bland and vague.

               He'd whisked her away this time. They'd just had... a moment, together. He'd broken down in her arms over something that happened while they were separated. He'd run into an old enemy on a planet he'd arrived on. He'd spent some time with an officer of Starfleet, and what he'd encountered mentally, physically, and emotionally broke him to his core. A phantom from The Time War that had survived. He'd been without her that whole time, and just- couldn't handle without her. How silly of that was him? He'd become dependent on her, to survive emotionally. He let out a huff. When he'd arrived, he just... finally let the walls down. She had watched him cry. Now, here they were quick as they could, jumping onto the next adventure.

               And he'd hidden his feelings up again, pretended like nothing had happened... and when they got to this party, he was distant. Here she was, though, stubborn as always- putting him in his corner. He looked at her as she demanded he let her back in, just like she'd done on the airship. He'd given her this warning, that he was damaged goods, and she ignored it. So here she was, asking to be a part of him again... and at his lowest point, too. "...I'm sorry." He shrugged softly, moving to put his head in his hands while he leaned on the railing. He looked back at her, letting out a long exhale.

               Looking at her face, seeing that she had lowered his mask before him- that she genuinely cared. Her hands were on his forearms, and he smiled softly- his gaze softened. "I really don't pay you?" He muttered quietly, joking about the effect she had on him.

[unboundwanderers]

Murder on Red AKA:

Highlights. Feat @lunaetis and some 1950s Mobsters.

[unboundwanderers]

THE EARLY ADVENTURES: @lunaetis // YELAN

                  A LARGE POLICE BOX Begins to fade in and out of existence on top of the JADE CHAMBER's courtyard. A loud groaning and wheezing echo out through the air, unnoticed by the guards- even after the loud THUD resonates throughout. Not even the Tianquan herself notices the noise- in fact, only one person can hear the distinct noise... and that's the person the Police box wants to notice the noise. Nobody bats an eye towards The Police Box known as THE TARDIS until the doors open and a man steps out. Wearing a black dress shirt and a crimson waistcoat, black jeans, and BLACK BOOTS that the jeans are tucked underneath. THE DOCTOR grimaces at the sun for a bit, looking pale and disheveled. Raven hair is pushed out of the way of ruby eyes before a five-clock shadow is scratched softly. His sleeves are rolled up- he's not putting a ton of effort into his fashion.

                  "YOU THERE! Halt!!" The Guards speak, aiming swords and spears at the intruder, bewildered by his sudden appearance. Meanwhile, the man does nothing more than slide on some sunglasses to shield himself from the sun. "How did you get up here!? Past the defenses!?" The guard asked, he and his comrades of armed men aimed the tips of their weapons at his face. The Doctor seems unimpressed and unamused. He pushes a spear out of his face with a finger,

                                                      "Uber." He speaks.

                  The guard's exchange looks, and The Doctor mutters obscenity, "Give it a couple of centuries, it'll come around." He mutters quietly before he examines the palace in all its majesty. Were they floating? In the air? In this day and age? The Doctor reached into his waistcoat but found the tip of a sword dissuading him from taking any further action. He scratches his stubble again, muttering quietly- "Look, I'm just here to pick someone up. She said she'd be here, and I'm..." He looks at a watch on his wrist. Oomph, he's four hours early. He meant to be an hour late at the worst. Yikes. "...Early." He mutters out quietly, looking back toward the box.

                         "I can leave if you'd like. She might not be a happy camper, though."

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               It happened a little bit too quick for him to process. The Barriers came down around him and he found himself trapped in the center of a grand arena, of a grand stage. He tapped at the energy barrier surrounding him. Transduction beams. He wasn't getting through that. He looked up toward the eyes that were on him. He'd recognized these configurations before, he'd recognized the eyes of those staring at him. Even the pair that was a few feet away from him, she stood in the corner of the room. The Doctor watched, looking back up toward the circular structure. Androids. They had taken the form of some of this planet's most revered individuals, it was a system they had implemented. They currently took the form of The Seven, but The Doctor knew better than to be fooled.

               "Representatives of Juticia... How May I help you, today?"                "So, you recognize us, Timelord?"                "I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn't..."

               From what he understood, Justicia- or (The Justicia Penal System) was an entire galaxy dedicated to prisons, laws, capital punishment, etc, etc. They employed many figures in their arsenal. The Shadow Proclamation, Earth's Defense force- They were, to say the least... the Space Police. And these androids were the highest authority in the Justicia. The Doctor let out a deep exhale, "What am I on trial for, here?" He asked plainly, hands slipping into his pockets and a very disinterested look in his space. The Seven spoke, one at a time, one apart from the other, their yellow eyes glowing in the darkness.

               "You are the Last of The Timelords, as such, you are the only one left who can receive their judgment. We, The Justicia Penal System, find your race Guilty- and as the last of your species, you must adhere to that punishment." They spoke. He listened, but his ruby eyes drifted to Yelan for a moment. They looked empty, hollow- but he wasn't mad at her- he was mad at himself. She had led him here, she had told him she'd needed his help for an assignment once more. And here he was, lured into a trial, "Haven't I suffered enough?" He muttered.

               "No. You have not. The Time War is over, yes- but It ended in a flash of flame that wiped out billions of lives-" The Doctor quickly cut them off, "What did you need Yelan, for?" He asked, and they looked at each other for a moment, before looking down at the Night Orchid and returning their glance to The Doctor. "We could not locate you, but we did enough recon to note that you traveled with a Companion. Our agents located her, and her supervisors, and informed her that the Justicia would promise Teyvat protection in exchange for The Last of The Timelords."

               Ah. He supposed he couldn't blame her, then. He just looked at her, as they began to list off the crimes of his people. In words, The Doctor was forced to relive every single gruesome memory in painstaking detail as the Justicia every single grueling second, after grueling second, listing off the crimes of not only The Timelords, but of The Daleks. In his mind, he saw their faces- heard their voices. He looked to Yelan, and his gaze softened... he looked so tired. Eventually, they finished their list off, "How do you plead, Timelord?" and he spent some time, just... staring at her. His softened gaze expressed a singular sort of tone.

               I'm not mad at you. He spoke without words, I didn't want you to find out this way. They kept him in a field, something he couldn't escape from. He tapped it lightly with his foot before inhaling deeply. "The Justicia doesn't have records regarding the end of the war..?" He looked up at them, and they remained totally silent, "You never asked me how I survived The Time War." He looked up, hands buried in his pockets, his gaze hardened- and he stared at them with a righteous fury that made the room grow colder, heavier. "How one, lone Time Lord.... survived the Last Great Time War, a war The Justicia would never have gotten involved in because they simply couldn't comprehend its SCALE." He growled at them with an expression of frustration and rage.

               "How did you survive-"                "By ending it." He looked away from them, at the wall. He started breathing heavier. "You listed off those crimes? Those atrocities? Committed by both sides? Well, I've got NEWS for YOU." He shouted, "That didn't even SCRATCH the SURFACE of The War." He spat at them, "It ended in a flaming ball of fury- created by me." He was holding back so much, inhaling. He shut his eyes, but right now- all he saw was the final moments of The War. "You want to give me a punishment? I'm living it. It's called SURVIVING. Me, The Last one- the murderer of over COUNTLESS innocents. The Universe wants RETRIBUTION for the END of The WAR?" He asked, not even really understanding why they want so much from him, it caused tearful laughter- "They're getting it- right now." He nodded. He sighed, knowing there was no more point in getting angry about it anymore.

               "...If you want to give me some sentence, just- do it. But leave this planet, leave Teyvat- leave Mutters Spiral- and Never Return." He looked up at them, threatening them. Even though they were sending him to the gallows, or at least- sentencing him to the gallows- he threatened them... because there was nothing they could say or do that could strike any fear into The Doctor, right now. He'd just confessed to killing things far greater than them in a microsecond.

                                             And there was silence.

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                "No." He said curtly, not intending to be rude with how quick he responded to her question about whether she should ask what he did. It wasn't fun. A particular enemy he doesn't quite have the patience for, and an adventure on his own? It didn't quite pair well, not in his mind. This is why he always found himself simply hopping two weeks ahead in five minutes as opposed to having to wait the full two weeks for her to be done. He hummed softly, pressing his face further against her neck and kissing it softly, "Just..."

                "No more adventures, today." He muttered quietly, letting her press her lips against his temple softly before burying his head back against the crook of her neck softly, pressing a kiss against the flesh of her neck and humming ever so quietly against her skin. He simply echoed out a, "This is fine." To signify that he just wanted to lounge around in bed all day.

                At her final kiss against his eye, he met her gaze. He pressed a kiss against her jawline softly, before resting his head against her and hiding his face again, pressing closer to her frame.

─「夜兰」─  the spy smiled to herself when he kicked his shoes off without much of a word or a protest. a light laugh resounded from the back of her throat and her gaze watched him, in a way that she never does with anyone else. slender digits weaved themselves through his locks in soft, soothing motion, massaging his scalp and observing him. despite not seeing his expression, it wasn't difficult to infer the exhaustion that came from his body language alone.

                that, and she felt he was adorable like this. it wasn't something common, so why not indulge herself with it a bit more ?

                " should i ask ? " she meant what he went through during his own solo adventure, that is. but the way she murmured the words as she placed a kiss to his temple didn't sound like she wanted an answer, however. she shifted slightly, allowing him to get himself more comfortable upon the soft mattress. softer hand then brushed a few dark strands from his face, allowing her to have a small glimpse, even if it was only a split second.

                another kiss was placed over his left eye. a calming notion ? or a yearn ? both, maybe.