#Rose Tyler fanfic

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Doctor Who as tweets/textposts pt.4

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rose tyler wearing gold eyeshadow because she IS the bad wolf is something that can actually be so personal

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Girl in the Fireplace Rant (cont.)

There was at least some engagement on my last post about this so I decided I will in fact post a follow up. GitF was 100% a bad faith episode. Moffat wrote it because he is classist and misogynistic and hates Rose. Unfortunately, part of his purpose for the episode was to show that the Doctor will always prefer a “classy” aristocrat over Rose and he wanted to have her treated as nothing. So, all of us Rose fans have to come up with a headcanon that undermines the writer’s intentions.

I think the most common one is to believe the episode was the Doctor’s attempts to push Rose away because of her mortality and how that scares him.

That never worked for me because a major part of the Doctor’s character is his protectiveness. He would never push her away to the point of danger or abandonment. For me, I feel that fictional or not, the actions of the Doctor in that episode would be entirely unforgivable if they did happen. So my headcanon is that this episode was a nightmare Rose had.

If you are like me are also one of the fans for whom the pushing her away theory doesn’t work, read on for my explanation of why I don’t think GitF could be an actual event within canon. Moffat may be a BBC writer but it doesn’t give him a right to completely undermine the show, it doesn’t actually belong to anyone outside of financial concerns. If you’re content with believing he needed to push Rose away and that the episode did happen, you can ignore this.

Why the events GitF did not happen within canon (but could’ve happened as a nightmare)

1. Doctor Who canon is very loose as it is. With multiple writers across multiple mediums, things do contradict each other and us as fans get to decide for ourselves what fits with canon and what does not.

2. The Doctor has been clearly shown to be in love with Rose. He is protective of her to the point that if a decision will kill everyone else but give her even a slight chance of survival, he can’t actually make that decision. He almost did in Dalek, but after she didn’t get through the barricade the first time he was incapable of significantly reducing her safety for the good of everyone else. He snapped awake from a regeneration coma just because Rose said “help me”. He freaked out when Cassandra had her body and again in Tooth and Claw when she was in trouble. If you count Stone Rose that almost certainly took place before GitF and he once again, lost his mind over Rose being a statue.

I do understand seeing Sarah Jane age freaked him out. And I could’ve understood him distancing himself from Rose a bit in some way. But his instinct to protect her is so strong he’d never sacrifice her safety to push her away. Leaving her alone with clockwork for an extended period of time while he partied and invented drinks is impossible enough. Let alone the way he believed he’d have no way back to the ship when he went through the time window for the last time. Not only had he just promised she could spend the rest of her life with him, but her and Mickey would’ve likely died alone on that abandoned spaceship.

Simply, it’s just too out of character to happen within the rest of the Ninth and Tenth Doctors’ canon.

3. The horse. I have been a big horse person my entire life. Horses have extremely strong flight instincts. Even the most trusting and well trained horse in the world is never going to jump through reinforced glass. I do realize as Sci Fi fans we have to suspend disbelief for a lot of things. But we are never given an explanation as to why this horse would behave so dramatically differently from another horse. Every bizarre thing we accept in the DW universe is explained to some extent. There is a book where the Doctor tames a horse with psychic paper. But that horse is never asked to violate its instincts. That horse behaves as any other tame horse behaves. That is an example of acceptable DW suspension of belief. There is still a sci fi/alien technical explanation and I can absorb it. I cannot absorb a horse jumping through a firm glass window unless they were running from something even scarier. No matter how well trained a horse is, it’s not jumping through glass just because a humanoid asked them to. Nothing was chasing Arthur and his body language did not suggest any kind of fear to indicate he was running from something even scarier. All the droids were already in the other side of the window as well. It’s simply bizarre and impossible, even in a sci fi snow. Within this very show the Doctor states you can’t hypnotize someone beyond their survival instincts. I believe this applies to horses and a horse’s instincts is to avoid jumping through or into a reinforced barrier.

Next, we are given no explanation as to how this horse jumped through glass unscathed. Glass that was said to be so strong only a truck could break through. Horses are also extremely delicate and many have fatally injured themselves just playing in the paddock. Even for injuries not that extreme, every horse person knows that even small things result in giant vet bills.

Finally, it is once again grossly out of character for the Doctor to take a living animal and make them do something he previously calculated would required a truck.

4. Things are back to normal as if the episode never happened by the Rise of the Cybermen. If the Doctor had really developed feelings for another woman so strong that he would leave Rose for dead, then lost her, would he just be back to being the same old Doctor the very next episode? I doubt it. The Doctor is also a character known for holding on to guilt. Even if Reinette was mechanism to push Rose away, the way he abandoned her would’ve caused enough guilt he wouldn’t just be normal the very next episode. The show carries on as if Reinette never happened because Reinette never happened.

The only reference to that GitF is some clockwork droids in John Smith’s journal. Which could be explained by another encounter with the droids or by the Doctor looking at Rose’s mind to see the nightmare. Which would be an intimate enough moment to imprint on John Smith’s subconscious. The words “a girl in every fireplace” can once again refer to the Doctor seeing Rose’s nightmare or another off screen adventure entirely. There is no reference strong enough to confirm the actual events of GitF ever happened. The show functions exactly the same way without it. Because, it never happened.

5. The events of the show make perfect sense as a nightmare in Rose’s head. Take it from someone with a degree in psychology. Rose has abandonment wounds from Jimmy Stone. She also has abandonment wounds from her father dying when she was too young to understand it. School Reunion, the episode right before GitF triggers her abandonment wounds by making her see the Doctor has previously left companions and did not come back for them. It also makes her wonder if she is special to the Doctor. These doubts combined with her past trauma are a perfect recipe for her to have a bizarre nightmare where she gets abandoned in the most horrific way after the events of School Reunion.

I will leave you all with my fic where this was all a nightmare. Or you can write your own if you prefer. My point is that for those who feel the way I do about this episode, we do not have to accept the events as canon. We do not have to believe the Doctor has ever treated Rose this way except in her worst nightmares.

Update to address Deep Breath:

1. Doctor mentioned seeing clockwork droids before, but we know that the Doctor has many off screen adventures. He could’ve encountered the droids at any other point in his entire life besides GitF.

2. As for that episode stating the SS Madame De Pompadour existed, that still doesn’t confirm anything. There was a real life ship called the USS Queen of France. This was named for Marie Antoinette. Jackie dated a sailor once and Rose had a friend named Keisha whose brother was a sailor. This means Rose could’ve heard one of them discussing historical naval ships. This how she would imagine a ship named after Madame de Pompadour in the first place. She and the people who built the SS Madame de Pompadour and SS Marie Antoinette would’ve simply drawn inspiration from the same place. Also, there’s the fact that someone named a fictional ship Titan many years before Titanic ever existed.

Update 2: Rose was going to get an A level in French if she hadn’t run off with Jimmy. So she could’ve reasonably been familiar with some aspects of French history and able to imagine all of these things in a dream, even if it wasn’t a historically accurate dream, everyone knows weird things happen in dreams.

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So I read the comic, Empire of the Wolf, and I’m still like in my angst feels because I honestly am always uncertain no matter what the writers say that Rose gets a “happy” ending with TenTwo.

Mainly because, Rose Tyler is no longer the same Rose Tyler that healed the ninth doctor. More and more through the second season she has become closer and closer to the Doctor adjacent, and that includes things from the war torn ninth Doctor and ten’s ruthlessness.

Nine would have sacrificed the world for Rose, and Rose is honestly a little surprised that 10 wouldn’t, and 10 wouldn’t because she had made him better. (Boom Town, Doomsday, Journey’s end)

TenTwo might need Rose yes, but is she still the same Rose that can heal him? Because she’s not really the same girl who healed him, not after everything she’d been through.

She’s harder now. She’s witnessed Ten’s no mercy spiel, and like Davros told the doctor - he turns his companions into weapons - something gun wielding rose - the same girl who wanted to launch nuclear bombs at aliens - is not exempt from.

If anything I think this Rose might make TenTwo worse.

Just a thought.

Added edit: 12/19/24 adding for clarification cause ppl getting mad at me, I'm an angsty bitch and writer - this doesn't mean they don't actually get an unhappy ending. I just have fun thinking of ways shit could go wrong - that doesn't mean im dissing the ships involved or anything. I'm legit just making angst for fun.

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Timepetals fanfic recs!

Someone asked for my list (literally no one did. I made that up entirely) so I wanted to create a grouping of all my favs so far! (And mind. You should go read it. Wink wink.)

Shimmering Wolf by ReenaCatherine - Best doomsday fix it fic I ever did read by far. Complete, Badwolf!Rose Tyler, but nothing crazy

The girl who didn't have to wait by RaggedyDoctor - My fic, the ElevenRose accidentally adopt little Amy Pond, updates weekly.

One Crowded Hour by allegoricalrose - Rose and the Doctor lose their memories and wake up an hour later with some... scandalous news

Connect the dots by fingersfallingupwards - Soulmate AU, the Doctor isn't Roses soulmate until he is. Fix it fic of the best variation

A place for us to dream by dimensionhoppingrose - The Doctor got yoinked on doomsday instead of Rose. He fights his way back to her.

The key by Vampiyaa - I can't spoil, its too hilarious although, E rating is warned

TARDIS nights by unsedentary - Jack/Rose/Nine cuties need comforting. They're my babies your honour

Rascals by Vampiyaa - this time theyre ACTUAL babies and Rose has to babysit a confused Theta Sigma and baby Jack. Technically not timepetals, but implied sooooooooooo

Has someone been peaking at my Christmas list? by Vampiyaa - Eleven bumps into TwelveRose before she comes back. Adorable. My dearest Amy Pond is there too

That's it for now!!! Enjoy!

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Ninerose Week, 25th November - 1st December

Rules, other information, and the prompts written out below the cut!

Rules + Other Information

This is a ninerose week, and while all versions of timepetals is amazing, the focus should be on ninerose!!

NSFW works are welcome, just tag everything correctly on ao3 and hide anything explicit under a cut on tumblr

This is not fanfic exclusive, any form of work is welcome. If you think it suits the prompt go for it, there are no limits with ninerose love

Alt prompts can be used in place of one of the main ones, in combination with main prompts, or done separately. They can be used as many times as you like.

Use tags 9rose week or 9rose week 24 on tumblr

If posting to ao3 add it to the collection NineRose Week

Have fun with it!!

I will be rebloging entries! To make this easier for me please tag me

I will use the tag g9r 24 in my reblogs

Late entries are just as welcome as on the day entries, they'll be treated the same so go ahead and tag me in your posts on tumblr

Prompts Day 1. First Kiss Day 2. Dancing Day 3. "We need to talk about this" Day 4. Getting Together Day 5. Proposal Day 6. Domestic Day 7. Soulmates

Alt 1. Human AU Alt 2. Role Reversal

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Hello! I'm Mauve and I'm painfully new here. I hope that's not too obvious. I wanted to get on tumblr because that's where so much great fan content is, and as a brand new (as of June) Doctor Who fan, I decided to take the plunge.

my husband is a lifelong fan of the show and he just finally got me to watch it. we are almost finished with twelve's run! needless to say I've loved it all so far, but especially the first season. Nine really captured my heart, and like any normal person with a newfound obsession, I threw myself head first into writing a long-form fanfiction, and drawing my little fan arts. the instinct of a creative! I'd like to use this space to share my works, but also just to hoard content from various fandoms I love, and maybe connect with some folks too!

so this is my fic, and the cover art I made for it- The Solarium Effect! it's only just starting but I have a lot of big plans for Nine and Rose- including original adventures, canon "fixes," and missing scenes. it's an AU in that Nine doesn't regenerate when he does in canon (certainly not the first to do this I'm SURE, it just makes me so sad Chris had to leave), and a few other small changes. I needed a use for all the headcanons that started multiplying out of control as I went down the rabbit hole. and when I encounter a story I love this much, it makes me itch to write. voila!

happy to be here ✨

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DOCTOR WHO

i was today years old, at half past two in the morning, when i learned of the existence of this deleted scene from the start of the christmas invasion in which rose did, in fact, actually ask about what happened to jack.

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I need ninerose oneshot recs asap like asap!! I love them so much, and drunk me (as in the me rn) has decided they are the ebst thing ever so please give me your ninerose oneshot recs!!!! I'm begging!!

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They are my Orpheus and Eurydice

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Oh, hey- since a fair few of yall liked my ‘Tiny Dancer’ story- I thought you’d like to know…

The sequel,

‘After All’

Is up now :)

(And I made a lame little kitchen cork board mood board for it because I can and nobody stopped me)

If you haven’t read the first story, this one won’t make sense so start with ‘Tiny Dancer’ here:

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"Life, my life. Sometimes it feels sort of…not quite…real."

Visuals For My Fics: Will "Eleven" Mott from Lost and Rewritten

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It Ain't the Being Alone

Rose Tyler, Thirteenth Doctor, Tenth Doctor

Word Count: 1.57k

Fandom: Doctor Who

Song Inspiration: Unknown / Nth by Hozier

Summary: Rose Tyler runs into a couple of strangers who don't really feel like strangers.

a/n: I hope people who need closure from the Doctor and Rose find this fic; I wrote this because I would've loved to see the dynamic between Thirteen and Rose, so hopefully people enjoy my spin on it! Special thanks to my dearest @vorsdany of course for proofreading and being so generous with her encouragement!

Rose Tyler often felt like she was being watched. It wasn’t the typical feeling; it wasn’t anxiety-inducing, nor was she on her guard. It felt as if the stories from her childhood of fairy godmothers and angels watching over you were true; she felt almost protected or safeguarded. Only, she couldn’t pinpoint the source of the feeling.  

 Maybe it was the tall, gallant-looking man wearing a fez and bow tie visiting Henrik’s when she was on shift, flashing her a bright smile in passing that she felt deep in her soul. Perhaps it was the grey gentleman in the velvet waistcoat who passed her as she boarded the bus across town one day, his scowling demeanour fading when she turned toward him.  

 It could’ve been the man she ran into after leaving her mother on her way home on New Year’s, hiding in the shadows and groaning oddly. 

 “You alright, mate?” she’d asked. She wrapped her arms tighter around herself as the snow caught in her golden hair. 

 “Yeah,” he replied, not meeting her gaze.  

 “Too much to drink?” 

 He took a moment to catch his breath, before standing to his full height. In the poor lighting of the alley, she could just make out his umber trench coat and navy suit underneath. He appeared to be wearing a pair of maroon Converse high-tops; an interesting fashion choice, she thought. “Something like that.” His dark eyes settled on hers, and even in the darkness, she could sense some kind of affliction deep in them, something other than intoxication.  

 She smiled softly at him anyway. “Maybe it’s time you went home,” she suggested amiably, no ill intent in her words. 

 “Yeah,” he agreed. His eyes never left hers. 

 “Anyway,” she grinned, bending her knees and leaning forward in a friendly gesture, “happy new year!” 

 “And you.” 

 She took her leave, her scarf swaying around her legs as she began sauntering home, frowning curiously as she pondered the encounter.  

 “What year is this?” 

 She spun back round before fully processing his question. A chuckle bubbled up in her chest and she couldn’t help but let it out as she asked, “Blimey, how much have you had?”  

 He made a strangled, throaty sound, shaking his head slightly, as if to confirm that he’d had, in fact, quite a lot. Her smile faded slightly in concern. “2005, January the 1st,” she said. 

 “2005,” he repeated breathlessly, and she nodded, blinking rapidly. “Tell you what,” he continued, “I bet you’re gonna have a really great year.” 

 Her smile reappeared. “Yeah?” She couldn’t believe she was taking a random drunkard in the street seriously, but there was something incredibly inviting and reassuring about him. The grin he gave her in return, although somewhat rueful for some reason, warmed her to her core, and she looked away shyly, before turning to him once more. “See ya!” With that, she bounded across the street to her home, only looking back once she’d made it inside. He still stood there staunchly, as if frozen to the pavement. She tried to put him out of her mind as she made her way upstairs to her apartment. 

 Ever since that night, the feeling had only intensified, and while she didn’t mind it that much, it was almost impossible to ignore. 

 One day, she’d run off to Potters Field Park, flustered and bothered after a disagreement with Mickey. She couldn’t go home just yet, or her mum would end up complaining about something or other, like her favourite show not being on the telly, or Jimbo not answering her calls. Not that she minded, she just wasn’t in the headspace to be dealing with that right now.  

 She found herself a park bench facing Tower Bridge, the dew from the grass permeating through her sneakers and the cold air seeping into her bones. She sighed as she sat back and regarded the bright, cloudless sky and the world before her blankly. In her zoned-out state, she barely noticed the blonde, wiry woman approaching her softly and slowly.  

 “Hello,” she began, startling Rose out of her daze. “Mind if I sit here?” A thick Yorkshire accent imbued her words with a gentle excitement; Rose couldn’t help but think she must be a long way from home.  

 “Yes, of course,” she replied, scooting over to make more room for her. The woman’s long, periwinkle trench coat splayed out across the bench, and she scrambled not to let it encroach on Rose’s personal space. Tucking it underneath her, she made herself comfortable, sitting on her hands and drawing her mouth into a tight, straight line. They sat like this for a moment, in uneasy silence while Rose wondered why she couldn’t have found her own park bench, before she finally spoke.  

 “I wonder if I could ask you something,” she said, turning to Rose with her eyebrows furrowed. “Some advice, I suppose.” 

 Rose raised an eyebrow quizzically. “You’re asking a stranger in London for advice?”  

 “There’s something about you that makes me feel like we’re not really strangers.”  

 Rose was about to scoff at this, but she hesitated, staring back at the mysterious woman. She couldn’t help but feel as if... she was right. She couldn’t put a finger on why, but she couldn’t argue her bizarre point.  

 “Go on, then,” she finally agreed.  

 “I lost someone,” the woman continued, “many years ago. Many, many years ago.” 

 “Blimey, you don’t look like you’ve lived ‘many, many years.’” 

 The woman grinned. “Thank you. My skincare routine is out of this world.” She suppressed a giggle, as if she’d told a hilarious inside joke, and Rose blinked several times, but disregarded it.  

 Shifting awkwardly on the bench, she went on. “I can’t seem to get over it, no matter where I go or how much time passes. I can’t stop myself from going to see her, even just to know she’s okay, or to see that beautiful smile again.” She beamed proudly. “Her smile is one of the most precious things on this amazing planet.” 

 “Ah, so she’s still alive?” Rose clarified. She was struggling to keep up. 

 The woman scrunched her nose. “Well, sort of. Not really, but in a way. It depends.” 

 Rose was beginning to accept that this person was not entirely sane; how in the world did someone’s existence depend on anything? Nevertheless, shaking her head in bewilderment, she asked, “And what advice did you want to ask?” 

 The woman had been distracted by a small, round house sparrow, hopping through the grass in search of scraps, all alone. “Now I’m not sure,” she admitted, still staring at the lone bird. “I suppose just... what to do. How do I keep going with this grief weighing me down?”  

 A twinge of pity pricked Rose’s heart. “This girl really meant a lot to you,” she murmured the obvious. 

 “She was like an angel to me,” the woman concurred, biting her lip and turning her head as the sparrow bounced its way over to them.  

 “How long has it been since you last saw her?” 

 “Ah, now there’s a very difficult question to answer,” the woman laughed as she looked up, but when she met Rose’s exasperated gaze, she cleared her throat and corrected herself, looking away ashamedly. “Quite recently, actually.” 

“Don’t you think, maybe,” Rose suggested, sighing and wondering once again why she was having such a deep conversation with a stranger, “that to get over her, you need to stop seeing her? Unless you’re visiting her grave, I’m still not quite clear on whether she’s alive or not.” 

 “Let’s just go with alive.” 

 “Well, alright.” 

 The woman seemed uncomfortable from being confronted with this point. She mulled it over, grabbing an item from her pocket and rotating it between her fingers. Rose could not discern its purpose or even shape; it appeared to be a distorted shaft of metal, with a glowing amber core running through it, reaching a glowing head at one end. “I suppose you’re right,” she murmured.  

 “I know it can be hard, the loneliness and missing them and what you had,” Rose sympathised. 

 The woman’s face contorted in deliberation. She allowed herself a moment to arrange her thoughts before responding. “I don’t think it’s the being alone that’s worst. It’s more, the being unknown.” Zoning out, she pressed a small button on the hunk of metal, producing a buzzing and whirring sound that startled Rose. “Sometimes I think there are some people who are better unknown.” 

 Rose wondered whether she meant the girl she so dearly missed, or perhaps, herself.  

 The woman stood up abruptly, shoving the metallic item back inside her coat and smoothing the fabric. “Well, I shouldn’t bother you any longer,” she announced, beaming warmly at Rose. “Thank you for your help.” 

 Staring back dazedly, Rose shrugged. “It’s no problem. I hope you are, er, able to find your peace.”  

 The woman’s expression turned rueful. “Thank you,” she replied. “Me too.” 

 As she sauntered away, Rose called after her, “Wait!” 

 She turned back with a small smile and eyebrows raised, almost as if she’d hoped Rose would call her back. 

 “You never told me your name,” Rose said. 

 The woman’s smile grew into a cheeky grin, and she raised one finger to her lips. “Spoilers,” she said. With that, she turned away again and strode off, leaving Rose utterly baffled and ready to go home for a very long nap. 

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Fic in a Box 2024 Fics

Hello folks! I have four new fics curtesy of FIAB, 3 for Critical Role and 1 for Doctor Who. Check 'em out!

a strange charade, a dance

Doctor Who Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler The Doctor, while avoiding his future and his friends who will call him out on it, goes wandering back through time to see a familiar face.

Let the Old Ways Die

Critical Role Astrid Beck & Caleb Widogast, Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve/Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett & Caleb Widogast Caleb might've declined the Martinet's offer to become the new Archmage of Civil Influence, but that does not mean the drama of the Cerberus Assembly is done with him.

Pretty Good

Critical Role Fearne Calloway/Ashton Greymoore Ashton is used to touch hurting. Fearne sets his nerves on fire in a very different way.

Dear Fellow Traveler (underneath the moon)

Critical Role Orym/Dorian Storm "I wanted to ask you something." Orym looks up at Dorian, quirking a smile. "Shoot." "What did you mean when you said you made a deal with Fearne's grandmother?"

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someone please request something from Aerosmith! 🙏