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whittakerjodie · 2 years ago

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Forced to Watch (A belated Febuwhump Post) 13th Doctor X Reader

A/N: So sorry for not posting I fell out of love with writing fiction a little bit but I miss it! Also this is from febuwhump 2022... meant to post it this year then I forgot... awkward moments. whoops. I don't really like this one but it's got some good lines!

Warnings: implied violence, direct references to violence, etc.

Word Count: 2.5k

The silence moving through the air of the cage was deafening. Between it all, left unsaid, was a blame that could not be placed on either of you. But attempts were certainly being made, at least in your own head. It was you that had gotten the two of you into this mess. It was your stubbornness that had put a target on your heads in the first place, your misspoken words that had labeled you and the Doctor as traitors to the crown, as spies. All because you wanted to see more, wanted the adventure to go perfectly, your way, for once.

After all, the Doctor had let you choose your destination. This time, you thought, you could be like her. You could pull her through the unknown, show her new and exciting things. Instead, you had landed the two of you in a cage, waiting to face an unknown danger. Danger wasn’t unknown to you as the Doctor’s companion. But it was different when it was your fault, when it was more than just an occupational hazard. When it was avoidable.

You certainly felt like avoiding everything right now. The Doctor didn’t seem to mind the situation, peering around the empty abyss your cage hung in for clues or escape routes. Perhaps if you apologized once more, ignoring what she said about not having to, it would be enough to prove you were really sorry.

“Don’t apologize again,” The Doctor said softly. “You really don’t have to. Besides, it’s not all that bad. Remember when we were stuck in-”

She was cut off with a small yelp as the cage was tugged upward, violently so. She tried to steady herself on the bars of the cage. However, just as she made her attempt, the cage was tugged again and the force of it sent her across the cage and on top of you with a loud thud. You tried to gasp, but the air was knocked out of you at the same time. Your own body moved awkwardly as you were pulled upward, pushed against the bars. The Doctor tried to steady the two of you, only succeeding in crushing your chest tighter.

“Looks like we’re getting out of the cage at least '' You winced as the alternative came into view; the Qupaci were rather hideous, both in personality and appearance. The majority of their faces were covered by the large tusks protruding from their mouths, from which putrid green saliva dripped. The Prince of the Qupaci, sharing these traits, surprisingly hadn’t caught your eye on the dance floor, where you and the Doctor had been so innocently dancing and talking several hours earlier. Your attention completely captured by the timelords dashing black suit, you hadn’t noticed him make his way onto the floor and towards another alien dancing near the two of you.

You hadn’t realized the words you shared could be seen as conspiratory either. Big mistake.

The Prince was at the back of the crowd that greeted you, watching as the cage reached the top of it hung from. Through the wrinkles and boils covering his face, you could make out his smug expression even from some distance. It stayed in your mind, the image twisting and curdling with the contents of your stomach.

“Right, I think it’s time we talk '' The Doctor said sternly. You looked at her, eyes wide. The Qupaci guards had already drawn quite a few weapons. You weren’t sure it was time to talk just yet. The Prince and his guards laughed, and he made his way towards the pair of you.

“My council deals with many issues these days, with tensions being so high. There is a lot of stress. But there are ways to relieve that stress as well” His lip curled around one of his fangs as he spoke, turning into a smirk. His eyes flitted to one of his ‘council’ members next to him, who was holding a rather rusty looking knife. You winced.

“Crosswords?” The Doctor said sarcastically. She stood, prying herself off of you and wrapped her hands around the bars of the cage, sneering at the Prince. “Best not to threaten me.”

“I promise you, Doctor, there is no threat. Or, at least…” The Prince turned to his guard and shouted: “Not an empty one!” They all cheered, one grabbing the cage and pulling it onto solid ground. The Doctor did not budge, supported by the cage. You, however, had been trying to pull yourself up and were rudely thrust back to the floor of the cage. Cheeks burning in humiliation, you quickly stumbled to your feet- eyes meeting the Princes.

“This one,” he growled.

“I don’t think so” The Doctor hissed in response, doing nothing to slow your quickening heart rate. You had been chosen. But for what?

“Andraxi will have fun with them,” One of the guards said through their slobber. “I wonder which tools he’ll choose.”

“You’re not laying a finger on them” the Doctor said louder, voice echoing throughout the cave.

“Do you know what the Qupaci do to traitors?” Another guard asked, his S dragging on teasingly. You winced. Clearly whatever they had in store wasn’t great. You stared at the back of the Doctor’s head, as if you could somehow read the thoughts occurring inside of it. What sort of plan was she dreaming up? Hopefully there was one in the first place.

“We’re not traitors” You said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“Coward might be a better word,” The Doctor snarled. As soon as the words left her mouth, you witnessed something more rare than the birth of a star- a look of pure regret crossed the timelord's face. After all, the words had inspired several more of the aliens to step closer, drawing their weapons, staring at you with intent.

“You, then?” The Prince said coldly. He had squared his shoulders, trying to brush off what the Doctor had said.

“No!” You shouted, having successfully gotten to your feet and to the Doctor’s side. She looked at you, alarmed, and shook her head.

“Yes, me, then. Can’t say I won’t make it a challenge for you.” Her eyes were narrowed, scanning the Prince’s for any other cracks to pry open before he managed to even begin whatever sick plan was in place.

“No,” You insisted. Her narrow eyes focused on you, not losing any intensity. She wasn’t just warning the Prince, now. “I got us into this mess.”

You lowered your voice. “Besides, you’re the one who can get us out of it.”

“I’m also the only one with regenerative ability. Get. Back.” You followed her order out of surprise, physically jumping back, and instantly regretted it. Your chance at an upper hand was lost immediately. Forfeited by your own instinctive dedication.

“Doctor please,” You whispered. “Just because you can heal.. Doesn’t mean you should have to. Please”

“What should I do then, let you suffer?” You held each other’s gazes for a brief moment, waiting for the other to give in.

In the back of your mind you registered the door to the cage opening, but its implications did not fully hit you until scaly arms were dragging the Doctor away from you, another pair shoving you roughly down to the floor. You scrambled up to the door just as it slammed shut, a metallic ring filling your ears as you yelled for the guards to bring her back. The Doctor avoided your gaze as they pulled her out of sight, eyes fixated on the Prince.

He turned to you and chuckled. Reaching through the bars, one of his fingers- no, claws- brushed away a tear, mocking the comfort you should be receiving from the Doctor. You pushed his hand away, and he grasped your shirt instead, pulling you against the bars as tightly as he could. So tightly that it was a wonder the metal didn’t bend to your form.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have your turn before the night is over.”

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The next half an hour was a blur. Firstly, you were slowly lowered back down into the abyss below, left to hang alone. There was nothing you could do. Any attempt to move the cage simply caused it to rock and sway from side to side, your stomach moving twice as fast than it. Desperate for something to happen, you laid your head against one of the bars, trying to extend your ears. Waiting for a noise; the sound of the Doctor’s footsteps, preferably. A reassuring comment, or perhaps the buzz of the sonic. Those were the sounds you wished for, too scared to think of the possibility that you might hear a shriek or scream instead.

The Qupaci were not merciful enough to only allow you the ability to hear them. The cage began to lower further, and you gripped the bars tightly to steady your bones. When you and the Doctor had been captured, the cage had never strayed lower than where you had been seconds ago. What awaited you at the bottom?

There was a loud rumbling, and the darkness started to part in the middle. A door was opening below you. Whatever awaited you was approaching fast. You gripped the bars tighter as the cage picked up speed, as if the rope that held it was running out, falling with you. Sure enough you began to simply fall, until you landed on the floor with a thud. Your body rose and fell against the bottom of the cage, making you groan in pain.

“Y/n!” The Doctor’s concerned voice. Exactly what you needed to hear right now. Just… not in the way it was delivered. When you looked to where her voice was coming from, propped up on your elbows and eyebrows drawn together in focus, your heart fell.

The crowd of guards had parted enough to give you the full view that you wished you didn’t have. The Doctor was strapped to a long, metallic table, her bonds attached to her ankles and each hand, which were spread and raised above her head. They were red, betraying whatever small movements the Doctor would’ve likely been trying to use to escape.

“Are you-”

“Enough!” The Prince yelled. You rushed towards the end of the cage with a distressed yell.

“Let her go!”

The guards and the Prince paid you no mind. The very few that did only offered you a sinister chuckle. They were all stationed at the front, surrounding the Doctor’s bound form. Their cloaks were different from the others. The Prince’s council, you determined. The ones who so desperately needed to resolve the stress they experienced. You gulped as they reached into their pockets and yelled again. The Doctor stared down at the various tools and her gaze hardened. Your heart tore as you realized she was trying to brace herself for what was to come; trying to brace herself for you.

The next few hours were a blur, existing in a special purgatory within your memory. One second, it seemed as though your brain were erasing each minute entirely, getting rid of every piece that was too hard for you to bear. The next, it seemed as though each of those pieces were receiving their own horribly intense spotlight, each movement, each slice or scratch or hit echoing through your bones and soul. Every single one of the Doctor’s yells and groans, uttered through grit teeth and eyes shut tightly.

Looking at the Doctor now, it was as if your brain was conjuring it all up. You wished that was the reality. The golden glow of regeneration energy had been flowing throughout the room for several minutes, wrapping itself around the two of you. The dust only rested near you for a brief time, healing any bruises you’d received. Its real task was to heal its owner, who had suffered so much. In the end, the servants of the Prince had decided to take advantage of his focus on torturing the timelord to carry out a long awaited uprising, freeing the two of you in the process.

“This could’ve been you,” The Doctor sighed, breaking you out of your mental recap. “But, see?”

She held up her shirt, showing off the side of her midriff. Her shirt was still torn and ripped from where the Prince and his council had carried out their evil deeds, but there were no marks as evidence.

“I can heal,”

“It shouldn’t have been you,” You breathed, the air exiting your lungs in a shaky breath. The power behind it made your chin wobble, made your shoulders shake. Your face squeezed together, trying to hold back the tears that were gathering in your eyes. The Doctor softened and took your hand in hers, kissing the back of it. “I hate that you.. I hate them, for doing that to you, I couldn’t help and it hurt, so bad”

“We got out, it’s alright,”

“You could’ve gotten us out,” You said weakly. Your body was giving in to the fear and grief that it had held onto so tightly for hours, weakening your skin and bones. “Would it have been so bad if it was me? You could’ve-”

“Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that. I felt what they did” You winced, remembering the exact moment your heart broke, the exact moment the Doctor’s walls fell, just moments before the servants had burst through the doors. When you let out a small cry, the Doctor pulled you to her chest for a moment, before pulling you back and holding you by the shoulders. “I saved you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

"Why can't I save you, why can't I help like you-"

"Because you're not me!" The timelord shouted. She let go of your shoulders, and you froze. "You're not me, and you never will be. You can't be. I get hurt, Y/n. That's how it is, how it always has been. The least I can do is try to make sure you don't"

You shrank backward, all resolve disappearing. The Doctor took a step back as well, rebuilding the same walls that you had been forced to watch crumble.

Later you would both find each other in the library, seeking the other out. In silence, you would both come to accept that it might take a while to process everything that had happened with the Qupari and all that had been said after, words that could not be taken back. Words that conveyed the terrible, terrible truth of traveling with the Doctor. She got hurt. You had, you did, you would, as well. But your days were not infinite. Your pain was not infinite. Hers, tragically, was. One day you would stop running, stop remembering, and existing. But the Doctor would continue on, unable to give up despite the desire to, only able to keep hold of her duty of care.

#13th doctor x reader #13th doctor #thirteenth doctor x reader #doctor who imagine #13th doctor imagine

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pl9090 · 1 month ago

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"Mother" and Plans

As always constructive feedback is welcomed.

In, "Toy Story" Lolita exposits that she is enacting the plan of her and the Ship's, "Mother", (ie: The Matrix of Galifrey 1) however from at least a canon welding perspective, (which increasingly seems to be the .F.P. franchise's direction of travel) this is complete bunk as the only minds in the Matrix were the Rassilon led Matrix Lords that reside in the Amplified Panatropic Computation Net and witht heir enhanced mental powers controls the .C.I.A. which we know had plans of their own. If Lolita was enacting a plan from the Matrix it would be Rassilon's.

What we know 1.Rassilon's Plan There seems to be two: a.Preserving the Timelords, (and maybe everyone else on Gallifrey) by converting them into conceptual beings, (memetic mass) via the forced paradox state used by Grandfather Paradox to, "retire" from history, (taught to the .C.I.A. by one of the Godfather Luietenants) loosing their biodata connections to Gallifrey. This was attempted twice: Before .S.W.I.H.: Gallifrey 1, (later 8's) .C.I.A.'s elite cadre become the Celestis once the conflict became undeniable as precauion borne out of fear. "After", (for lack of a better term) the .L.G.T.W./.T.W.i.H. Rassilon and the High Council plans to do so, (describing it as, "ascension", "becoming creatures of conciousness alone") in order to survive The Ultimate Sanction, (creating a paradox so severe it's spatial temporal ruptures would tear the Time Vortex apart).

Notes The similarities between the two examples coupled with the fact that the Matrix Lords controlled the .C.I.A. suggests that this was a long thoughout plan rather then being a last moment spur of desperation with the Celestis may have been a proof of concept, (the Matrix Lords may have quietly pushed for the Mememovore plan as a means of clean up). Seems to have had a patriotic motivation/intention from the outset on Rassilon's part unlike regeneration, (the virus not the Timeless Child). The Celestis and the Investigators have the same relationship as betwen the Matrix Lords and .C.I.A.. Interestingly both Rassilon and Davros both resort to plans that destroy all of reality.

b.Charging the Chancellory Guard with a list of four Timelords with some unknown connection to the Four Eternals to be eliminated after an unknown evebt or action, (presumeably post .S.W.i.H./.T.S.G.T.W.) that he feared for unknown reasons beyond the vague idea it was something to do with his fear of the Timelord's fallibility and knowing, "who the real enemy is".

Notes Possibly a backup plan that would enable Rassilon to create and rule the Elemental/Spire Empire out of ego and or to secure it's resources to save one of the Gallifrey cloneworlds.

2.Lolita's plan To insitute heself as, "a new kind of history" by replacing or becoming rulers at historical keypoints with avatars of herself to both gather power, (eg: Gaining Yssgaroth biodata by using Project Caldera to reaching the edge Spiral Yssgaroth containment shell at the Earth's Core) and manipulate the other War powers, (eg: Distibuting recruitment propaganda, "The Thousand and Second Night"). After she had grown sufficiently powerful she would arrive on Gallifrey and become the War Queen by consuming The War King and using the House Tracolix bred Ninth Wave as her personal army on Gallifrey to secure her position and crush any dissent, ("The Homeworld doesn't suspect a thing, and it never will, until it is too late").

Notes "A new kind of history", is one of the descriptions of the enemy, (though it's origin is unknown) which suggests she was trying to match it and so become the enemy in much the same way that the City of the Saved citizens are Homo Imago but only in a technical sense rather then actual. The, "key points" of history she has no problem or issue interfering or changing seem to be different NuWho's, "fixed points". The fact she specifically chooses so called keypoints that give her an excuse to replace rulers instead of the multitude of other more significant ones in which she wouldn't inducates her own ego and superiority complex was a large part of her thinking. Her whole personality, (snobbish, egotistical, and opportunistic) lends credence to the idea that the whole, "Mother's Plan" routine, (if not the whole thing) is a delusional self justifiction for her selfish power scheming. The Tardis's only reaction to the, "Mother" talk is that, "We still don't know how much of what Mother told us is true" which could easily apply to the Matrix Lords. The plan seems to have originated after she gained humanoid form via the Type 101 project. The purpose behind her attack and consumption the Eleven Day Empire isn't clear given the Faction's peripherial nature in the conflict. Maybe it was to help gain support and or to secure a City of the Saved type power supply indpendent from the Eye(s) of Harmony.

Overall Notes Neither plan appears to overlap or compliment the other in anyway. Lolita shows neither the regard for the Timelords or veneration for Rassilon she would be expected to if she was his agent. Rassilon/The Matrix Lords never referenced or directly made use of Lolita as an asset and they have no reason to keep it secret.

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lunammoon · 4 months ago

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I love how you implied that throughout the Entirety of Series 5, Amy thought The Doctor and Marion were in a Will they Won't they situation.

I really wanna see how that Affected her Actions.

And I kinda Hope you delve into Trial of a Timelord, where The Doctor went "If I Wanted to take down Corrupt Civilizations, I should've stayed Home!", with Marion doing a Whole Reason You Suck Speech to the Judges as a representation of the High Council.

That whole area of media 2010s-2016s ish was a period in which a lot of mainstream media hadn't caught up to the fact that gay people wanted to see themselves represented and ended up doing a lot of ha...maybe...but they say they don't like each other like that...but maybe....(<-the writers have 0 intention of making this an actual couple) Sherlock, also by Steven Moffat is an example of this and so when I was coming up with rough ideas for the various dynamics in different TARDIS teams I thought:

"hey what if a young Amelia spent her whole childhood thinking the man and woman she met were a couple and when they weren't kept trying to get them to see that they were the ones for each other even though neither was interested in anything romantic or sexual with the other"

Her flirting with the Doctor is to get Marion to react while Marion’s main reaction is "Hey? Rory deserves better than that."

So a subplot of season 5 is Amy (and Rory to a lesser extent mostly from being dragged along) is trying to get The Doctor and Marion together with the two of them being varying degrees of oblivious and apathetic.

The joke is that I'm straightbaiting or at least Amy is being straightbaited. I would hope the audience would understand what's going on.

On the topic of Marion and Gallifrey.

Have you ever had a friend, who every now and when would causally give anecdotes about their family, and you never really said anything, because their anecdotes paint a really concerning picture about their homelife, but the tone of voice in which they tell you this clearly thinks that they think what they're telling you is, like, not normal EXACTLY but not so out of the median range of familial behavior to be worth getting upset over and you don’t want to ruin their day, but when you happen to see their mom in public you don't say anything but are visualizing blowing them up with your mind? Maybe you want to tell them off but you don't want to make your friend's life hander.

This is how Marion feels about Gallifrey.

That's not to mention I'm pretty sure Tectun triggered the Flux bc the Doctor found out so Marion’s eventual blow up is less a furious stream of consciousness as she is wont to do and more of a series of very clipped very angry sentences.

#clsfaoqfc #the moon writes #celery fic #I've said this before #but marion is def some flavor of greyaroace #and for reasons I can argue in favor of if asked #idk if i headcanon the doctor as Aromantic #but he's def aro coded #especially in the classic series #marion and the doctor being some flavor of queerplatonic is me specifically deciding no romance #for anti-amoranormativity reasons

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cosmik-homo · 2 months ago

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Obsessed w Mathias going through the whole "um actually We count as the high council now" only to side w darkel on arresting romana anyways. Like thats taking extra steps just for backstabbing drama. You gotta occasionally give ot to timelord political schemeing for the absolute panache

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the-artificers-tardis · 7 months ago

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Do you miss home at all?

Because sometimes I wish I could go back to days when Gallifrey was around. But no the Council of Time Lords had to put that stuff into place to make it so we couldn't and make us live parallel time lines to Gallifrey.

I get it was so bad Time Lords couldn't come back after being banished or whatever... But now I can't see home again after the Time War. :'(

( @the-tinkerer-timelord ) (ooc: I don't know if it cannon or not but when I look up stuff about it it seems to be maybe. Doctor Who is so complicated once you add everything together. Lol)

I... yeah. Yeah I do. Sure, the High Council could be stuffy, but Gallifrey was home. I miss Otherstide, watching the flutterwings fly by from my House, the sense of familiarity amongst my cousins. I even miss the buzz from all the work in Arcadia. I know the Time Lock was for a good reason, but I really want to see House Arpexia again.

#artificer answers #ask #house arpexia #ooc tags:#doctor who #gallifrey #I've decided this blog is post Time War #but pre hell bent.#ish.#it's a show about time travel

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unboundtravels · 1 year ago

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SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 11/23: THE THREE DOCTORS

Hiding within the safety of The TARDIS, The Doctor is forced to call for help from the timelords. However, when even The Timelords are helpless to aid The Doctor, they send help in the most unlikely of forms. When things don't go the way they expect, however... the intervention of one more is required in order to unite the forces.

Directly continued from this drabble.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑦 returned to the control room with a stride in her step. She'd had to calm the high council down over the emergency power she'd taken. Right now, she knew the only person who could help them was indeed 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓, even if it required collaboration from his other self. She arrived in the control room with a sigh... The Director having taken her leave to the front lines. The first line of defense was down, so right now empty TARDISes were being jettisoned toward the spatial tear. The lightning would feed on a whole TARDIS for a few hours before it'd return its attention toward Gallifrey., and another one would distract it from feeding. This was stalling, though. The Doctor would have to take action, and quickly. She entered, approaching the control operator. Hopefully, he'd taken some kind of action.

"We've achieved transferrence, My Lady." The Control operator reported, and she exhaled in relief. "Good, now we'll get some kind of result—" "I don't think it's going to work, my lady." The Reporter chimed in, bluntly.

She squinted, raising an eyebrow in order for him to clarify. "W-Why? What's wrong? What's happening? Is it the creature?" The President asked, and The Control operator cringed a bit... his face went pale as he moved to keep his eyes straight. "No... Madam President," he remarked, switching it back from the exterior of The Doctor's TARDIS... to the interior. The Control Operator had muted the audio whilst the president was away. For his own sanity. However, he summarized it to her.

"They're refusing to cooperate."

She looked up toward the screen. Of course. Of course! That blasted Doctor! This is why he was an academy flunkout. She rubbed her temples, before massaging the bridge of her nose. She rests her arm behind the control operator's seat, leaning forward. "We'll soon sort that out, won't we?" She mumbles, before speaking more clearly: "Show me The Doctor's earliest incarnation." The Console operator raises eyebrows, looking back toward The President.

"Wh— Her too? But surely—"

"Show me... Yes... Yes... She'll keep them in order."

Back in The TARDIS, Seargent Benton and Honey Moto wished they had had some kind of earplugs they could use, as The Two Doctors begin to bicker yet again over who had the situation under control. The Smaller Doctor, who was able to precisely operate the controls of The TARDIS due to his yet-to-be-altered memory, lamented over the state of the console and began re-activating long deactivated controls, whilst The Tall Doctor protested angrily. Insisting repeatedly that certain controls and protocols had been deactivated due to alterations required to side-step Timelord authority. The bickering continued, much to the lament of the humans.

"Here we go again..." Benton mumbled, rubbing at the bridge of his nose before he noticed a shimmer opposite the arguing Doctors. He nudged, but Honey seemed already on top of it. "Look— BOTH OF YOU!!" The Two Doctors whipped their heads over across The Console, seeing a figure forming in the same way that The Smaller Doctor had before. They circled the opposite sides of the console, gathering at the figure's side as they began to fully materialize into place.

It was a woman, with crazy ruffled hair and a black waistcoat over a tan dress shirt. Her pants were a little baggy, but they were stuffed underneath boots that went just an inch below the knee and were heeled. A long black overcoat hung over her shoulders, which she gripped softly. Her skin was pale, but flushed with color and her eyes were a icy blue. Her expression was stern, but once she saw where she was— her brows furrowed in quiet contempt as she looked toward The Tall Doctor, then toward the Short one (who she briefly recoiled at)

"Ah," She started, face contorting into one of contempt. "So... You're my replacements..?" She let out a tiny scoff as she inspected the both of them. Her hands rested on her lapels and she caressed her thumbs. The Small and Tall Doctors looked at each other before they looked down at her. The fact that she figured it out so quickly had them feeling a bit of pride. Until she spoke again,

"Dick van Dyke and His Amazing Dancing Hobo." She referred to The Tall Doctor & The Small Doctor, in that exact order. She looked toward the monitor on the wall. Her eyes narrowed as she looked toward the both of them and then toward the amorphous creature. She clicked various switches sequentially, and The Doctors seemingly exchanged looks with each other, but they stayed silent while she did exactly what she did.

"Well?" She began, like a soon-to-be disappointed mother. "Have you done anything?" "Well, we've assessed—" The Small Doctor was cut off by the elder's scoff.

"Just as I thought..." She exhaled, "Nothing! Heh." She moved to examine the creature in great detail as The Tall Doctor spoke his protests. "Well! It's not like it's been easy, you know—" The Older Woman raised her finger, but didn't even spare a glance. The Tall Doctor went quiet immediately, waiting for her to speak as she continued analyzing the creature. She then interlocked her fingers and looked between the two of them. "If you two had put aside your childish egos and paid any kind of attention, you'd have reached the same conclusion I did... just now." The Two Boys raised eyebrows and looked toward the monitor. The Small one seemed to have problems keeping up, and if The Tall Doctor was— he hid it better.

"It transports objects the moment it come into contact. A flash of energy, and then it's gone..." The Elder explains, "But look at how it warms matter, not as if it's destroying... but if it's disassembling." She moved to wag her finger at the creature on the screen, "Matter cannot be created or destroyed, idiots." She explains, and they still seem to be struggling. She eventually huffs, "Good lord, you two! I could teach this to a starving artist! You call yourselves Timelords?!" She gestures her head again.

"It's a TIME bridge."

The Tall Doctor snaps his fingers, "I see!" He exclaims as The Small one pieces it together on his own. He struggles a little bit, but he eventually blinks and nods with it. The Elder Woman throws them another bone, but this time she asks them a question that even a five-year-old could answer. "And what's a bridge for, eh?" She asks, giving them both a side-eye glare.

"Well... Er—" The Small One still struggles. "Crossing?" The Tall One carries the slack, though.

"So it's time for you two to stop dilly-dallying and cross that bridge." She rests her hands on her lapels before exhaling. The two exchange looks with each other as The Elder Woman flicks various switches. The Tall One speaks up first, "I don't imagine you're going to volunteer yourself, hm?" He asked before he promptly received a flick to the nose, prompting the smaller cosmic hobo to chuckle before he too received a smack upside the head. "For your information, young man! I shouldn't have even needed to be here at all! One of me is more than enough for this nonsense, but two of me? Well! That's just ridiculous!! I'm a very busy woman!! The fact they needed me here to tell you two to cross a bridge!! Good LORD." She exhaled, prompting the two future incarnations to sulk a little bit as they crossed to the opposite side of the console.

The Small Doctor withdrew a coin. The Elder looked up at the two, who's backs were turned. She rolled her eyes before returning them to the console and flicking various switches. The Tall Doctor rolled his eyes, but only because of the antics.

"Call it." The Small one asked. "Heads—" Before he even finished, the coin was flipped, caught, and slapped against the wrist.

"Hard luck."

Whipping his head towards his past incarnation, The Tall Doctor scoffed. Did the idiot even flip the coin? He moved to look toward The Elder Woman after the decision had been made. The door switch was flicked open as The Tall Doctor adjusted his bowtie.

"Well... Here goes nothing."

TO BE CONTINUED.

#!!!. {in character | ic}#i. {the first doctor}#iii. {the bond doctor}#ii. {the sixby doctor}#//bond & sixby: casually getting stuck with cats by Living TS in the bg #//Can't do ANYTHING RIGHT #//One: YOU IDIOTS.#//Bond & Sixby: sorry ma #unboundnovember

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unboundwrath · 2 years ago

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THE WAR MASTER

Resurrected by The Timelord War Council during The Height of The LAST GREAT TIME WAR, The Master was given a new Battle Tardis, a new body- and an emergency regeneration (with a promised set of Thirteen granted upon the completion of specific missions)

THE MASTER IS ARMED WITH A LASER SCREWDRIVER. One he constructed shortly after being revived. Using parts harvested from a Sonic Screwdriver, and fused with his tissue compression generator- The Laser Screwdriver could fire a high-powered ray of deadly energy, compress targets into miniature-sized forms (this process was lethal), and age people to death. Along with this, it was armed with the typical components The Sonic Screwdriver had- allowing him to hack and lockpick doors, as well as scan things. Extending the Barrel increased the power of the selected mode.

THE MASTER IS PAIRED WITH ARLECCHINO, The Fourth Harbinger ( @lunaetis ) As well as given a new Battle Tardis. As an experiment, The Timelord war council preprogrammed The Master's Chameleon circuit (in an attempt to see if more races would be receptive to timelord interference if they thought The Master- who... was intended to be a timelord agent was The Doctor.) Into the shape of a faulty Police Box- meaning That The Master is unintentionally impersonating The Doctor.

The Master was able to learn about Teyvat through Arlecchino, who filled him in on the history and mechanics of her home planet (as The Doctor discovered it whilst The Master was dead.) When he was assigned his mission to terminate The Doctor (who was stranded in a parallel universe) he visited The Alternate Teyvat numerous times, disrupting its history.

#Free From His Control (OOC)#“This BLOODSHED gives him PURPOSE!” (The War Master)#“Won't you be my Queen?” (Arlecchino / The MASTER | Lunaetis)

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unrenderedfuture · 1 year ago

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Personally I think most High Council Members have a bowl of these in their purses

#timelords #Timelord high council #doctor who #classic doctor who #classic who

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unboundwanderers · 2 years ago

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@kemikorosu whispered: ❝ will you sleep with me? i know how that sounds i just mean— i feel safe when you’re there. ❞ STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS | ACCEPTING

They were on an away mission, whisked along onto some mission by The Timelords- yet again. Separated from The TARDIS after the Timelords took control of it forcibly, dangling the keys in front of The War Doctor until he'd agreed to give them his services for a mission. They normally never DID this, though- as The Gallifreyan High Council and the collective heads of The War Council seemingly AGREED that The Doctor was a loose cannon and that his accomplice- The Celestial Princess, was EQUALLY as hard to control as her Timelord compatriot. So they only called on his services for one type of mission; Suicide Missions.

Stolen from the TARDIS, placed upon a Battle Tardis meant to carry SIXTY timelords with only TEN (Including Lumine and her friend) The Doctor was wandering around the ship, and when he noticed Lumine's exhaustion- he put the option on the table. There were crew quarters, and both of them had their own quarters. The Doctor shooed her off and continued wandering the halls for an hour or so- but it didn't take long for him to hear shuffling behind him, and when he did- he spotted her, and she asked.

"Ah, well- you know me... Restless bones! Can't let my guard fall, not even around my people. Natural Instincts!" He jokes, hands behind his back- semi-leaned forward and balancing on one foot, turning his whole body to look at her. He tried to present as shorter than her, sometimes- attempting to look up at her- even though he wasn't shorter- and was actually taller than her. He knew when to lie, but the also equally knew when Lumine saw through his lies, "...Ah- Well..." He exhaled, moving to stand up straight- hands at his sides.

"I can't sleep. I never do, anymore. It wouldn't be worth it, my dear. I'm sorry."

#“what man would i be if i put you through that again?” (lumine / war | kemikorosu)#The Next Stop (In Character~! IC)#NO. MORE. (The War Doctor~!)

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thetrexartist · 1 month ago

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OLD POST

The twelth doctor!! In my little au of sorts- Now, despite the rainbow on the spines, they are way more duller and less seen. I just needed to visualize it/where the spots are.

Eyebrows is definitely the biggest thus far! (At least at the moment). If I may say his design fought me tooth and fucking nail but I love it so much. The spines are more firm and leathery on the back, the tips more stiff. But the tail spines are hard and only a bit pokey. When in any type of display, they clink together. It sounds a bit like the amethyst sound from minecraft, but only a little bit.

On that note, a little more of the au!

Timelords call this form "their reflection" in normal talk they can say reflection or their reflection, but when talking about theirs, they say it from the chest.

Another thing I'd love to talk about are parents. Everything is mostly canon. I just wanted to mention how timelords can be exactly like humans in this regard to parenting. But once they hit 8 straight to the academy. Although some will spare their children from going.

It doesn't matter the age timelords will wrap their tails around their children's sides in a certain...figure eight?

Bit of insight^

The position is supposed to provide support from both parents (or more than one parent). They use their tails to hold children kinda like rocking a basset? But when their old enough for the tails to be more formed its purely piggyback rides. The cloaks/clothing has more support for the baby's and their gripping. Higher collars also blocked out the babies view. Timelords liked keeping baby's on their back/tails so their front is open for everyday use, and they needed to attack.

Time lords necks are....one of the sensitive areas. That's another reason for a high collar.

Now timelords are monogamous per say- they could have one "partner" for a show of power or class. But as a whole, all timelords are connected in one way or another. Partners are closer and truly feel each other, atom by atom. Now I need to say this- they do not have genitals in their reflection forms. Nothing is shown. And in their more humanoid forms, they do its just a bit different - they both parts are all I'll say.

Most (all) children are loomed, and now my take on looms are lower class folk do loom their children on looms akin to what we have on earth. While more high class loom on more higher tech. They loom in their reflection form (hence them having no parts), but in their humanoid form, they can procreat. But it's highly frowned upon... example is the doctors 13 children. That's still cannon. (Patience and the doctor love making children - and raising them the way they did. Unfortunately, when the high council found out, their children were executed. Susan was the only one to survive because of the doctor swooping in. Later on, the preasure was high enough that the doctor ran, that among other things).

That's it for now. I love working on this au lol.

#doctor who #eldritch timelord #elderitch #timelord biology #timelord culture #shifter!timelord au

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thoscheienjoyer · 6 months ago

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Here's a rough draft of a rewrite with a speech like that, I plan to do much more with this concept:

"Look upon my work, Doctor, and despair"

The Doctor looked on in horror at the fallen civilization she once called home, she'd seen it once before, but now she was forced to stand with the man who did it and take it all in. "Why would you do this?" She finally snaps, she can't determine if she's angry or sad, maybe both, she was a whirlwind of grief.

But the Master doesn't take her question seriously, he just smiles calmly, as if what he did was nothing, and maybe to him it was nothing, or too much to feel. "The better question, why wouldn't I?" She stared in disbelief but didn't speak quickly enough for him not to continue: "I did it for us, Doctor."

"Why would I want this?!" Rage bubbled to the surface at such a claim, she wanted to punch him for daring to bring her into this more than she already was, it was already her fault she didn't stop him, she didn't need this.

"Do you remember how old we were when we were forced into the academy? When we first looked into the good and the bad of the universe?"

She didn't remember, she was too young.

"You were one of the lucky ones, Doctor, most were driven mad. Though, maybe you are in your own little way with the hero complex and all."

"I'm not like you. I didn't want this." Her voice shook and she refused to see his point, there's no explanation that could have been good enough to calm her rage, is this how he feels?

"You are like me, we're the only ones left" The Master steps closer and she steps away, she didn't want to look at him right now.

"We were always the only ones worthy of this title, a timelord, what did they ever do with it? Nothing. They sat around and created monsters with their cruelty. What if it was up to you what to do? What if the laws of time were at your will? What would you do?" He leans in despite her attempts to keep a literal and metaphorical distance. "You'd do a better job than they did. We stand on the ruins of a world put out of it's misery, you should thank me."

Instead she punched him in the face. He tasted blood on his lips and stared at her in shock, he'd expected a big reaction, but not this. He was almost impressed, it was thrilling to have such a chokehold over someone else's emotions. Over the Doctor's emotions.

Her breath was shaky, the punch did nothing to help. "This is our home, did it mean nothing to you?! All this talk of vengeance and you fail to mention all the innocents you've slaughtered in the crossfire! Did they deserve it, Master?! I didn't want this!" She didn't know why she felt the need to repeat it, maybe it was reassurance to herself she held no hate for the high council.

"It meant everything to me!" He yelled back and she paused, he had been masking the hurt. Was he feeling remorse? No. He was upset he wasn't satisfied. "All those years with constant, pounding, drumming!" stomp stomp, stomp stomp. "I think about this wretched place and it's like it's still there. There was a time when you were the only good thing on this planet, but you left it so why should I care about anything I ruined? Unless I ruined you too by doing this, that'd be ironic, wouldn't it?"

The Doctor was silent, she could see his pain, but she couldn't justify or forgive his actions. "Just take me wherever you were going to."

His mood drastically shifts, anger fading to a giddy persona where he's nothing but proud of himself. "Follow me, dear." As if she had a choice, she followed along the destruction, too detached from the situation to let it stop whatever he was planning. Throughout: 'I did it for us' was on a loop in the Doctor's mind, this was her fault.

Am I the only one who hated the timeless child reveal and thought it made no sense? If they needed a reason for the Master to blow up Gallifrey they had plenty:

The Doctor and the Master were both heavily bullied to the point the Master almost died and the Doctor had to kill the bully to save him because he was being drowned

The Master was locked in a room for who knows how long intentionally as a punishment

The Master was taken from his family as a child to look into something that basically gave him schizophrenia

The Master was told to his face he's "diseased" (End of Time) and he's "the worst thing to come out" (The Five Doctors)

He has constantly been the timelord's pawn, giving him the drums was an intentional decision

It's implied he was tortured for his crimes after being trapped on Gallifrey when he sacrificed himself for the 10th doctor in End of Time

I would have LOVED if the Master blew up Gallifrey simply because he thought they deserved it after how they treated him and the Doctor both. What could make him do this could just be the fact he's disgusted by Missy's actions in trying to be better and feels like he has to do the worst thing he can possibly think of and that's what comes to mind. He'd try to convince the Doctor he's right "Remember how they didn't help us? How they took us and made us see things no child should? How we never got our own lives? That'll never happen to anyone ever again now" unhinged speech

Or "With them gone we are truly the last of the time lords, we have a right to the universe more than anyone now and it's ours to shape. Conquer with me and be a just ruler if you're so concerned"

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pl9090 · 1 year ago

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Mal'akh origin notes

As always all constructive feedback and criticism is welcomed.

Disclaimer: Head of State's 1,002nd Night is ignored as a matter of cause given it's nature as Lolita's propoganda and The Timeless Child as: 1.It can be easily retconned away in various ways. 2.Ignoring it seems to be the general attitude. 3.My blood pressure is high enough as it is).

What can be deduced about the Mal'akh's origins from the related entries in the Book of the War?

Summary

Sometime after the Anchoring A group of 200 rebels of the early interventionalist movement, (founded by The Other) led by a male war leader, (later known as Azazel or Shemjaza/Ebris or Ibris/Shaytan/Peacock Angel) left or were exiled from Gallifrey to: escape the cultural sterility, escape Rassilon's increasing despotism, and or because they had Yssgorath taint tainted biodata. Arrived thousands perhaps millions of years before the 1400's, (perhaps during humanity's early development) and established an alt time city structure later referred to as, "The High Place" located in the central African mountain range, "The Mountains of the Moon" that bordered on the Rift Valley's lake regions, (considered to be humanity's birthplace). There is no concensus as to it's exact location except it being, "beyond" Lake Tanganyika as the area is shrouded in unstable time fields which is typical for areas colonised by Timelord offshoots). The proxomixity to humanity's birthplace suggests they may have tampered with humanity's development. It's unsure whether they immediately started mixing and imparting knowledge and technology with protohumanity.

Around 111,700 years ago, (The end of the last Ice Age's recession). At least one civilisation existed that included untainted Mal'akh, (roughly normal human with some precognitivity and a longer then normal life span).

970.B.C. to 931.B.C. Some of them came under the controls of King Solomon by unknown means which ended with his death. He used them as slaves and to gather at least 100 of his wives.

After King Soloman's death They took 100 of his wives as mates creating the full blood Mal'akh, (later known mythologically as the Nephilim or the Peri) who had to be ripped out of their mother's bodies. The Timelord rebels were disgusted and ashamed of their offspring and planned to assist in their erradication but were captured by agents sent by Rassilon. The only known fate was that of their leader who was left suspended by one leg headfirst over the Abyss for all eternity.

At some point the Mal'akh fully occupied the, "High Place" splitting into two bloodlines: 1.Rephaim: Can pass as human and spread with them across the planet. 2.Nephilim: The animalistic grotesques were kept as pets by the former who could be forcibly converted into one. The difference between the two being the effect of what they consume on their already strained memetic fields: The Rephaim ingest untainted biomass, (human flesh and blood) which stops it from stretched any further. The Nephilim ingest tainted biomass, (nephilim and animal flesh and blood) that stretches it to breaking point causing their mind and body to distort into being animalistic.

The Mal'akh establish both: 1.The Eridummu, (known in Assyrian and Babylonian mythology as the Ekkimic or the Council of Seven) overall leadership council which supposedly acts as the Star Chamber's counterpart according to the Liber Sanguisgarum. 2.The Ifrit a separate Arabic regional leadership group consisting of the most powerful.

1857 The Mountain of the Moon expidition discovered the ruined, "High Place" which due to it's long isolation form the rest of world was inhabited by Nephilim/grotesques.

The Mal'akh abilities: Dust storm control, illusion mastery, shapeshifting, time and matter manipulation, organic matter absorbtion, and non organic object degredation.

Lesser species scholars are finding an increasing number of links to the Timelords including the similarity of their healing factor to regeneration.

The animalistic behaviour, (including cannabilism) is considered a link to the Yssgaroth.

Proto Society of St.George could have started in the Middle East and North Africa as a secret Mal'akh erradication group including the untainted Mal'akh mentioned above. It could be the source of the Grand Families's precognitive powers and longevity.

Thoughts 1.Given the timing and description as a military leader he's probably a returning First Great War in Heaven/Eternal War general like Kopyion Liall a Mahajetsu.

2.The rebel city alt time structure, "The High Place" was either created organically by the rebel's mere presence or purposely constructed by them, (the unstable tie fields may indicate how primitive their technology/techniques were or is a reaction to the mammoth city remenant alt time structure). Either way it could be the initial apark of Avus's, (Grandfather Paradox's) interest in alt time structures as we know it was under Timelord surveiliance.

3.The existance of untaineted Mal'akh seeming the same as other known Timelord/Human hybrids suggests that either the rebels consisted of different groups or some of them had very little Yssgaorth taint.

4.Going by what is stated in the Quran: a.Rassilon gave King Solomon a ring, (probably bearing the Seal of Rassilon) to communicate with the Timelord rebels and animals aswell as a wooden staff, (probably a replica of Rassilon's in End of Time) that allowed him to control the Timelord rebels via threat of contacting Rassilon not mind control as he was no magican and the fact his propped up corpse was enough to convince them they were still under his supervision. b.He used them to:control the wind, build monunments, serve as soldiers, gather wives, and might of allowed them to teach Timelord knowledge to his people, ("They taught magic to the people"). c.Was visited by a member of the Ifrit but refused their offer to transport Bilqis's throne ahead of her arrival. Maybe the unstable timefields made this interaction possible? I could be an attempt by the Ifrit to gain influence over him for some unknown purpose possibly relating to the possible later leadership split?

5.It's not stated whether the post Solomon's death mating with 100 of his women was consensual or not. It does indicate that at leat 100 of the Timelord rebels formerly under his control were capable of reproduction.

6.The Liber Sanguisugarum may have been a simple empty notebook from the, "High Place" city that the Timelord rebels started to use and left.

7.The timing of Rassilon's agents recapturing the Timelord rebels may have of been purposeful to rub the salt of stopping them from erradicating the Mal'akh, (Peri) into their metaphorical wounds. This is backed up by the unnecessarily cruel nature of the leader's punishment, (this could have been because he couldn't/wouldn't punish The Other who founded the interventionalist movement so took it out on the leader). The agents would have been either early .C.I.A. agents or Shades.

8.The existance of two seperate Mal'akh leadership groups described as being equivliant suggest either there were regional authorities or there was some sort of civil conflict or split.

9.Some of the Timelord rebels having varying degrees of Yssgaroth taint tainted biodata, (most likely as the result of Rassilon's regenration expeirments which is backed up by the scholars noticing an increasing number of links) would explain both the existance of the relatively normal untainted Mal'akh but also the seperate simultaneous development of the Rephaim and Nephaim Mal'akh with abiliities no other known Timelord/Human hybrid in either Doctor Who or Faction Paradox has. The abilities and monsterous appearances being due to their strained between the Spiral Politic-Spiral Yssgaorth memtic field caused by the sheer alien nature, (and origin point?) of the Yssgoarth biodata, ("Evolution of the Daleks", shows us that even triple biodata combination beings can turn out relatively normal and functional).

"Their biomass can hybridise and corrupt by it's very presence, those affected become malformed and predatory best described as the Mal'akh", Yssgaroth, The Book of the War.

This reminds me of my Payday 2 The Secret days.

#faction paradox #book of the war #doctor who #bbc doctor who #timelords #great houses #whoniverse #Mal'akh #nephilim #doctor who eu #dw #dweu #DW

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