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gallifreyanhotfive · 6 months ago

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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 52

Sorry for the long wait! I got a bit distracted with the new series...

The biofields on Gallifrey are so active that they can keep non-Gallifreyans young. For example, Leela had not aged even after 25 years on Gallifrey. (Audio: Spirit)

The Tenth Doctor recalled that Jamie McCrimmon used to hide the Second Doctor's recorder from him. (Comic: The Forgotten)

The TARDIS chose a name for herself but never told anyone (including the Doctor) what it was. (Short story: Toy Story)

By some accounts, the First Doctor was unaware of Sol prior to running away from Gallifrey. On the other hand, Susan had learned about the solar system and the planet Earth in the classes she took on spatial cartography. (Audio: The Beginning)

The Forge salvaged a Gallifreyan sarcophagus, which is a type of hibernation unit. When the Seventh Doctor, Ace, and Hex opened it, they found an older version of the Doctor inside. (Audio: A Death in the Family)

The Seventh Doctor kept a calendar keeping track of when his friends would die, which is how he knew about Evelyn. (Audio: A Death in the Family)

The Third Doctor possessed an obedience spray. When he used it, he could make people follow his orders. (Comic: Undercover)

The First Doctor used to skip class at the Academy to practice juggling and yo-yoing. (Novel: Match of the Day)

John Smith - an amnesiac Decayed Master - once treated the Seventh Doctor, removing his clothes after they had been charred by a lightning strike and wrapping him in wet towels to ease the pain. Feeling that the Doctor could help restore his memories, John Smith fell into a reverie next to the Doctor and forgot about his other guests at the time. He gave the Doctor water when he woke up and warned him not to move because of the physical trauma he had gone through. (Audio: Master)

When a Time Lord truly goes mad, a part of their mind becomes lost, referred to as Dark Design. This unleashes the dark part of their minds. Those affected by Dark Design are hidden away in institutions. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)

This Dark Design is a true evil within the very DNA of Time Lords. While unaffected Time Lords effectively stabilize space-time, a Time Lord suffering from Dark Design might have the effect of changing the future and the past like a virus. (Novel: The Infinity Doctors)

Dark Design is a lot more intense than Time Lord Insanity and enters mental spaces unfathomable to other species. (Novel: SLEEPY)

Omega was affected by Dark Design and as a result was able to summon an embodiment of his dark side. (Short story: A History of the Universe; TV: The Three Doctors)

The Seventh Doctor had met no sufferers of Dark Design native to his time. However, he knew of possible futures where he would become affected. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)

The above points are particularly interesting when you take into account several incidents in DW Canon. For one, the Master said, "There is some evil in all of us, Doctor, even you. The Valeyard is an amalgamation of the darker sides of your nature, somewhere between your twelfth and final incarnation, and I may say you do not improve with age." Furthermore, the Doctor’s dark side was once again manifested later on as the Dream Lord. There was an additional manifestation of the Doctor’s darkness (or, the weak, insecure, lonely aspect) somewhat dormant in the Sixth's subconsciousness. (TV: The Ultimate Foe, Amy's Choice; Audio: The Widow's Assassin)

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bookaburra · 11 months ago

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bringing this to tumblr because i actually cannot

#quiobi #SIZE DIFFERENCE #i’m feral #i just think little omega padaobi #and his big alpha master he trusts so much #council ships it #literally just the difference in thighs

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anavilante · 1 month ago

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Not his omega.2

Part 2: John Brings Gale Home

John brings a hungry and exhausted Gale home, realizing the extent of his suffering over the past year. He quickly understands that caring for Gale will be much harder than expected, as the omega has been deeply affected both physically and emotionally. Despite knowing Gale has chosen someone else, John is determined to help him, even though he recognizes that it will be a difficult and challenging journey ahead.

Word count: 2K

You can find all the released parts of the fic Not His Omega at this link.

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John opened the door and gestured for Gale to enter. He hesitated, awkwardly fidgeting, then slowly and cautiously stepped inside, ready to run. When the light turned on, he whistled in surprise, "You have a huge house."

He sniffed the air nervously, and John immediately understood what was worrying him, "There's no one else here. I live alone."

Gale looked back and asked, "Why does someone living alone need such a big house?"

John was a bit taken aback by such boldness, his mind racing with potential responses to this impudent question: None of your business. I won’t always be alone. I like having plenty of space; it’s good for getting laid—several options crossed his mind, but he settled on a more neutral one, "It's an inheritance from my aunt."

John then heard Gale's stomach growl loudly, "The kitchen is over there."

John pulled out what he thought would be good for a pregnant omega: leftover cold cuts, some different cheeses, yogurt, milk, a few pears, plums, grapes, and avocados. He also added almonds and cashews.

Gale devoured the food ravenously, shoving it into his mouth with dirty fingers, barely chewing, almost choking as he washed it down with milk that dribbled down his dirty face.

John shivered with déjà vu: he remembered how elegantly and neatly Gale used to eat in the mess hall of their flight school. Slowly, cutting his food into even smaller pieces with a fork and knife, he would take small bites, chewing slowly and deliberately.

Yes, there was no trace left of that Gale, John thought sadly.

"Do you want me to make you scrambled eggs with bacon and veggies? I'm sure you'd like something warm to eat."

The omega froze, mouth full, looked at him, and slowly nodded. John was surprised that he even heard the offer.

He put a frying pan on the stove and got the ingredients ready, suddenly realizing that the food he had set out for the blonde was too much, and judging by how greedily and nonstop he was eating, he might hurt himself by eating it all.

He said, "Leave that for now; I'll cook you something. There's enough food, you'll be full."

But Gale didn't even hear him, continuing to stuff himself with whatever was in sight. He was pulling slices of cheese from the package and shoving them into his mouth.

John grabbed the cheese pack and said, "Give it to me, I'll make you something better."

Gale yanked the package back with a hiss.

John blinked in confusion: the omega hissed at him. Only those bound by blood or family ties could hiss at each other; doing this with strangers was the height of disrespect. He got angry and snapped, tearing the package from Gale's hands, "I said, give it to me!"

The omega, too tightly gripping the package, heard the alpha's command, panicked, and recoiled to the side, losing his balance on the chair and tumbling to the floor. He curled into a fetal position, pulling his knees to his chest to protect the child inside him, raising his open palms in a gesture of submission, signaling he wouldn't resist.

John froze in shock, witnessing perhaps the saddest scene of his life. He had never been cruel or harsh to Gale in flight school, so he realized Gale wasn't afraid of him.

Damn, what have I done? He thought. His relationship with his alpha must not have been the best, judging by this reaction.

He quietly crouched down next to the omega and, using the calmest and most friendly voice, said, “It’s okay, Buck. It’s me, Bucky, John Egan, your…” He hesitated, “your roommate from flight school, your friend. I’m not going to hurt you. Do you hear me? I won’t do anything to you. You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

He gently touched Gale’s ankle, and omega opened one eye.

“It’s okay, Buck. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.”

The blonde slowly lowered his hands and gave John an embarrassed look, clearly ashamed of his overly frightened reaction to the alpha’s emotions.

“I'll make you some warm, tasty food. Okay?” John asked, and the omega, barely holding back tears, nodded. “But don’t eat anything else. It’ll hurt you, okay?”

Gale nodded as if mesmerized, watching John’s every move as though forgetting his hunger.

The rest of the meal passed surprisingly without incident. Gale sat humbly and patiently at the kitchen table while John cooked something quick, warm, and nutritious for him. Then, after wiping the plate clean with a piece of bread so that it barely needed washing, Gale said sadly, “Thank you, Bucky. You were always a good friend. Thanks for feeding me. I’ve taken enough of your time and patience. Sorry, I’ll go now. Don’t be mad that I hissed at you, it’s just that I…” He fell silent, searching for the right words.

“Stay, Buck,” John said, leaning against the kitchen doorframe. “It’s night already. And you don’t have anywhere to stay.”

Gale bit his lip and said, “I’m sorry you have to see me like this. It’s surely far from the person you remember from our flight school.”

John shook his head, “That doesn’t matter. But you should take a bath, and I’ll find you some proper clothes.”

The time while the omega was washing up in the bathroom, John spent looking for clothes that were now too small for him, since the omega was definitely smaller and thinner, and preparing a small tray with a snack, which he placed in the guest room so his hungry guest could have a little more to eat before bed.

Suddenly, he heard the slap of wet feet on the bathroom tiles and the sound of vomiting. John grabbed the bathroom door handle, and... it wasn't locked. A naked Gale was miserably curled up over the toilet and whispered apologetically, “Looks like you were right about not eating too much at once. But the bacon and eggs were divine. I'm sorry to part with them.”

John, trying not to look at the body of a naked pregnant omega, still immediately noted the number of old and new bruises on his back, legs, and arms. Where the hell is his alpha? He thought angrily, feeling his blood boil. How could that bastard let this happen? He set the clothes down on the sink stand, “Get dressed. I made you a snack. Don’t worry, you won’t have to be hungry anymore.”

The clothes smelled like John. Not strongly, not overwhelmingly, barely noticeable because he clearly hadn’t worn them in a long time, but standing in the bathroom, burying his face in the fabric, Gale could smell him. He eagerly pressed his face into the scent, then rubbed his neck against it, trying to blend their smells, even though it was impossible.

When John entered the guest room sometime later, Gale was sitting on the bed, dressed in his old sweatpants and hoodie, “I tied my dirty clothes in a plastic bag,” he said. “I didn’t dare throw them in your laundry basket, they’re too dirty and they smell.”

He was confused and embarrassed by the situation he found himself in, and John knew why: Gale had always been a proud and confident guy who did everything better than others. In flight school, they had both been sure he had a brilliant future ahead of him. Now, they were both witnessing his humiliating downfall.

The alpha inhaled. Immediately, that awful wave of nausea returned—trembling, an inability to take a full breath, weakness spreading through his body, and the dizzying sense he might pass out. But now the omega was completely clean. Damn, John thought in frustration, so it wasn’t because Gale was unwashed. It was his omega scent. Gale’s scent. That’s bad. Really bad.

For the first time, John clearly saw how thin Gale had become over the past year since their last meeting, as well as the bruises and scrapes on his pretty face, and it hurt to see it. Someone thought of hitting him, how could that thought even cross their mind? John couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Have a snack, Buck, and I’ll make you some hot herbal tea. It tastes like crap,” the alpha said apologetically, “but it helps you sleep.”

While John brewed fresh tea, he thought about how he ended up in this situation with Gale and tried to figure out whether it was a curse or a blessing.

When John brought the tea into the guest room where the omega was, he noticed that omega had fallen asleep with a full cheek of food from the nearby plate. He gently touched Gale’s cheek with his finger, feeling a tingling sensation where it met his skin, and when Gale came to, John said, “Swallow or spit out the food in your cheek. It’s dangerous to sleep with it there.”

Gale quickly chewed the food and opened his mouth to show John that there was nothing left, just like a child showing their teacher they’d spit out their gum during class.

“Good,” John said, covering the sleepy omega with a blanket, who immediately began snoring softly as soon as his head hit the pillow. “We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow.”

The alpha thought the herbal tea was unnecessary, as the tired and hungry blond had fallen asleep in no time.

“Good night, Buck,” John whispered as he left the room.

Gale opened his eyes and watched his friend leave with overly thoughtful and alert eyes, showing no signs of sleep.

John entered his own room, closed the door, and opened the window wide to the autumn night. The air was cool and clean, soon to start carrying icy notes, but not just yet, and the alpha breathed in the night air several times, filling his lungs to the brim.

His mind was in complete disarray. Emotions, memories, and sensations seemed to merge into one small sandbox, fighting like angry children.

Buck has an alpha. Some damn bastard whose throat John wanted to tear out with his teeth.

Buck is going to have a child. He’s forever tied to someone else with the new life growing inside him.

Buck is starving and stealing, living on the streets.

His beautiful sunny boy Buck is sometimes dirty and smells bad.

Buck fights, and judging by the looks of it, doesn’t always win.

It’s hard to be around him. Every instinct screams at John to run far away from not his omega, and part of him desperately wants to, but he can’t, because Buck needs help.

You’ll never catch me, Bucky! Gale’s playful words from their bicycle race echoed in John’s memory. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking several deep drags of the wonderful tobacco smoke, which finally reset his still-nervous senses, filling them entirely with the rich scent.

Before his eyes, he saw the bold, free, and playful Gale, glancing back cheerfully over his shoulder as the big, heavy alpha tried to catch up with him.

John inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke fill his lungs, the products of combustion and nicotine spreading through his blood, then exhaled, breathing the smoke in through his nose again to forget the other smells in the world for a while. It was perfect.

Nicotine was the third thing, after sex and alcohol, that John could never give up. He couldn’t resist how effortlessly it gathered his scattered emotions and allowed him to function as a decent, reasonable person after two cigarettes in a row.

Yeah, I never did catch you, Buck, John thought sadly. But I couldn’t run away from you either.

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I'm tagging @bottomab @umika @amiserableseriesofevents @mazikeen because they said they were ready to read this.

I made another pic for part 2, but then I realized it didn't fit the meaning, so I used the previous one instead.😣

#clegan #john egan #gale cleven #alpha john egan #omega gale cleven #eganven #masters of the air #mota #callum turner #austin butler #clegan fanfic #not his omega fic

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greeniegaes · 3 months ago

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I’ve been thinking about omegaverse WangXian AU and I’m so not normal about it

Basically, WWX was always known as a beta by people around him, constantly hiding his scent and on such heavy suppressors he’d practically never have a heat. When the Wens take all of the young cultivators/clan heirs or whatever he no longer has access to that kind of stuff and it’s only so long before the medication’s effect goes away.

In the big carnivorous turtle cave he can feel his omega-ness slowly come back so he’s desperate to get out away from all the young alphas and betas he’s surrounded by. Things go as cannon and only him and LWJ are left in the cave and LWJ??? Well he’s not doing too well, neither of them are with their fevers, being stuck in a cave alone and pheromones- oh yea LWJ is in rut too lol

So they do their do in the cave, escaping out and then WWX runs off after making the other man swear he’s not gonna tell anyone that WWX is an omega.

During the attack on Lotus Pier WQ pulls WWX aside asking if he knows about the kit in his womb. WWX, freaking out about it swears her to secrecy. He’s been… kinda aware about it over the month or two that’s past, but just used his high level of cultivation to just keep it in a dormant state.

When he gives JC his core such a thing isn’t an option. He doesn’t want his child to live during a time of war so he promises himself to end the war against the Wens before his birth.

He levels up his demotic cultivation at way faster of a pace, easily out numbering any bad Wen troops, cutting off the supply lines, anything to get an advantage. His tactics are often called brutal, disgusting but most of the Sunshot doesn’t care because whoever is doing it is on their side.

Keeps following cannon but now LWJ has just a totally weird feeling in his gut all the time. He swears he can feel WWX’s emotions, the stress, the fear, the agony all of it. When he finally lays eyes on who he knows is WWX as the man takes down WC and he can’t help but feel relief. Relief that after nine months (WWX froze his pregnancy for like two months so he’s about eight and half along) he’s finally able to see the man he’s fallen in love with, that he spent a rut with while the man was in heat.

WWX doesn’t acknowledge him.

He doesn’t even really acknowledge JC, his little shidi who’s so excited to see him again. WWX remains quiet, a large cloak wrapped over his whole body

Instead of properly interacting with his friends he instead asks when their plan to attack the nightless city is (he has less then two months, and by god he wants peace of mind that his child won’t be born in a war). He lets them take him to the war camp, discussing with the leaders like LXC and NMJ to move the battle forward, saying that he can balance out the sides.

They agree and that’s that.

At the final battle WWX holds up the tiger sigil, controlling more undead then he ever has. He watches as the rest of the tyrannical Wens get torn apart, their army in ruins before NMJ takes their leader’s head. Some of them still fight, and in a blaze of glory WWX destroys the tiger sigil, creating a bright light that takes out more of the Wen’s army, any of the roaming undead and himself.

LWJ feels his blood go cold. He can’t feel WWX suddenly. He canthecanthecant.

Where did his omega go?

Back in Yiling WWX falls to the ground, any last remains of his power, spiritual or demonic finally shredded into pieces. WQ helps him recuperate, Wen Yuan at his bed side as he looks up.

It’s then and there WWX smiles as he promises himself a normal life, patting A-Yuan’s head and scenting him like he’s his own kit.

Two years later.

LWJ feels lost, constantly wandering around for something, any sign of WWX. He’s looking at hair ribbons in a market outside of Yiling, a beautiful red ribbon with lotuses embroidered in it. He jolts as he feels a hold on his leg, looking down curiously.

“Baba?” The little kid asks, no more then two years old. A six year old huffs as he goes over, bowing his head in apology to LWJ.

“Sorry Mister, my brother gets confused.” Wei Yuan huffs, pulling his younger brother away. LWJ sucks a breath in as he looks at the young toddler, tan skin, enchanting yellow eyes, perfectly straight hair except with the tips granted a slight curl.

There’s no denying this is a Lan child, just from looks alone, but the scent surrounding both of the children? That’s something LWJ had smelt once, trapped in the cave in the throes of passion with his mate.

Wei Wuxian. Wei Ying is alive.

A young looking man pulls the children away before LWJ can say anything. The man picks up the two year old and gently holds him in his arms, the six year old grabbing onto the man’s leg, still glaring at the alpha.

“Sorry about that, sir.” A soft voice rumbles with a chuckle, freezing as he looks up at LWJ for the first time.

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