#alllonsy

[stcries]

free hand comes up to scratch at the scruff on his chin, feet shifting as he leans against the wall. "hm, could really go for a smoke right now." just his luck, he'd finished the last cigarette in his pack and was now left empty handed. would it do him some good if he laid off them? oh absolutely, but in this place, he'd rather drown himself in nicotine than focus on las plagas. "what about you, señor. need something to take the edge off things too?"

@alllonsy, starter call.

[frvckles]

“ you’re  from  another  world.   ” it isn't a question. there isn't any reason to doubt or deny. a gobsmacked statement, rather. but everyone knows about aliens, or at least, they should. they just pretend like they don't notice. even with this knowledge, he follows the man into the box. WHAT? he's never seen a spaceship up close before!

call it curiosity.

“ i thought  you  might  have  been  lying,  or  i  dunno,  it  was  some  pretentious  metaphor ...  but  no,  no  you're  a  proper  alien.   ” @alllonsy

[onestepfcrward]

Your timelord, hand him over.

[tiimelost]

@alllonsy asked: ❝ All that ever was and could ever be -- right at my fingertips, ❞ the man begins, pacing leisurely past Rose with a look so sombre it strikes as terrifying. The words are casual, nonchalant -- as if such a fact is nothing in the eyes of the timelord, because in the end, it is. Oh, yes, in the end of all things, it's really nothing at all. One thing is clear as he comes to an ominous stop, letting his words sit in the air -- something about the Doctor has changed. Something has him rattled, but it's a cage he's created for himself to keep others out. The timelord turns slightly, hands tucked into his pockets as he clicks his tongue, walking towards her. ❝ Including the fate of your father. The fate of your mother. Any -- extended family, to be frank. Not actually Frank, but… their deaths. I can make it so they'd never happen. ❞ A pause. After all, hadn't that been what she'd wanted, all that time ago? After all, how could he forget the fate of Pete Tyler? ❝ All that pain and suffering… I can make it vanish. You'll be able to see them again. Both of them. ❞

▬▬▬☆☁ There was definitely something off about the Doctor. She stays silent as he speaks -- his words are beyond concerning. Rose can't help the feeling of fear from creeping into her head. This was so unlike him. There was no trace of the Doctor that she loved oh so much. Other than his face, Rose feels as if she is in the presence of an absolute stranger. It's unsettling && she doesn't like it.

                              She freezes then, his next statement causing her breath to hitch. No, there was definitely something very wrong with him. Yes, of course she had wished that her father was still alive; but she had also seen the consequences of that. It wasn't possible. That's what the Doctor had said && she has long since accepted it. Rose bites her lip, trying to stop the tears from welling up in her eyes. She doesn't like this one bit.

                              ❝ Doctor... ❞ Rose starts, pausing briefly to take a good look at his face. She doesn't recognize it at all.

                              ❝ You can't. What is going on? This is... this is not you. ❞

[serialreporter]

@alllonsy said: " Oh, it swishes! What a fun little swish! " He's delightedly fascinated by the fabric trails, brows lifted in glee before rationalization kicks in. " Ah, yes -- running. Running now. BYE! "

AS HE'S MENTALLY NOTED BEFORE, people's reactions to his sneaking up on them were always one of the best parts of this job. Sometimes they'd flee screaming, other times they'd be too captivated by him to process what was happening. Sometimes, they said some of the most silliest things, their priorities knocked all out of sync by his mere presence. And this encounter would be one of those times. The mask hides his amused face.

The Ghostface's head tilts, halting it's advance on the Time Lord's position. He'd been watching this man for a while now, keeping a good distance to avoid being noticed. But now, it was time to make it's move. And yes, the strips of fabric were in fact curling weightlessly around his visage with an eager flare. " Very fun. " He agrees softly with a slight nod. As eye contact is prolonged however, The Doctor might feel his twin hearts leap — for the exposed status effect was now set upon him.

[herleaf]

@alllonsy comforted, "I'm not going anywhere."

"You're lying -- you always leave eventually. It's a fact, an actual, proper fact. The Doctor always has to run, has to save the Earth. This is not something you can fix -- I am insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe. You don't-- why would you stay here for someone you've barely met?" Oh, she had to be careful here. Time was wibbley-wobbley enough without Clara making it known that she knows more about the Doctor than the average person he meets on his travels. She'd barely met him, had a few runs and investigations together during this specific jaunt of his. How could she know if he recognized her or not from when her Doctor and he had stood on the same ground together, creating a paradox with a pair of Docs. If she made the wrong move, he could come after her earlier. Find another her, hell, go searching too early and where would they end up? Her life and existence is already splintered throughout his timeline, she doesn't know if she could splinter any more. He is the one who makes it out, not her. Besides, this version of her was different. Most other echoes don't remember Clara Prime's life, they usually have their own and get to live whatever life they were planted into. She wasn't so lucky. She knew from the day she could remember that she would run into the Doctor and her life would inevitably be changed forever or cut short, all to protect him. "Go fly off in your space ship, alien-man, and LIVE. Please. If you die, who will help keep the human race in check when we inevitably decide to blow something up and lead ourselves closer and closer to a universal death wish?"

[yoakkemae]

“ i don’t always need you to fix everything. i just— sometimes i just want you to listen. ” / martha!

martha , do this , martha do that. martha has spent her entire life fixing people's problems. ( " martha , you're going to go nuts , " adeola's amused voice had said numerous times. she'd been the only one to try to calm everyone down and not put so much on her -- tish sometimes resented martha , that martha was so dependable and could help everyone. other times , she used it just as everyone else. ). was it no wonder that she became a doctor.

still , it's because of her role in her family that martha can never seem to turn off that part of the brain that came across a problem and thought of ways to make things better. she's struck silent when the doctor complains about her need to fix everything , but ... oddly , she's not hurt. ( vicky's complained about the same thing , after all , whenever she vents about sean. considering the situation now , the irony isn't lost on her ).

martha reaches out to hold the doctor's hand. ' yeah , i can do that. let's just sit and you can talk. '

[godstrain]

" Oh, I am stupid. I am so, so stupid. " The man runs a rushed hand through his frazzled hair, as if the braincell jumped the synapse, finally -- at long last. Like he's been stewing on a puzzle piece he's JUST found the solution for. " It's you. You were the mole! You -- you were the fissure that sent S.T.A.R.S tumbling! But you died. Unless… something happened, something changed-- " he rambling on, trying to make sense of something. How the Hell can a dead man suddenly be walking? " You changed. Because there's no way a human being could survive that, but you did. Maybe... but no. BUT MAYBE... " / @alllonsy

Sometimes, Wesker would still feel the phantom pain from the wound left by the tyrant's claw. He had known death that day- a part of him had wished it would've stuck. There was a guilt he would carry for the rest of his life, of how he had lost everything that night.

Wasn't that the price of greed? He wanted glory, but he also wanted S.T.A.R.S. He clawed his way out of the mansion with neither, simply another heartbreak. ❝ Are you here just to talk to me about what happened that night? ❞

❝ Clearly, it has been proven that the dead won't stay dead for long- but I hesitate to call this condition living. ❞ It's cold, but he really is a dead man walking. The Doctor is right about that one, at least.

❝ As in any aspect of existence, there is an element of chance. 10% of individuals have shown immunity to the t-virus. For humans, that isn't so bad, is it? One in ten would live though an infection. ❞

That's not what the Doctor wants to hear, he knows that.

❝ But, they would not survive as a human. You ask what changed? I have made myself a weapon. It suits me far more than humanity ever had. ❞

[skyfcx]

The man is grinning ear-to-ear, a casual statement made almost subtle as he side-eyes the fox, " ... you wanna' know how it works? "

Uncurbable Enthusiasm || Unprompted

     No... it couldn't be—

     Was it that obvious?

     For the longest time, the fox had been concealing stares tossed here and there, the frantic flicking of twin-tailed namesakes as they got excited over and over again, the curious mind dying for answers subsiding instead on assumptions and scientific speculations all the while. Are you kidding him?! Of course he wanted to know how it worked! That odd and mysterious skeleton key the suited enigma held, it seemed to do a little bit of just about everything!

     It popped locks, it activated and deactivated electrical systems. It apparently had a database it was accessing, too... for often would the Doctor scan an item and divulge information as though he had found its name and number on an expansive documentation of some kind. Yet there didn't seem to be a screen to read off of, nor a voice to verbally convey the information gathered! Just an extension of the small device's neck and a rather distinctive buzzing sound...

     Perhaps the man possessed the innate ability to pull knowledge from the sound waves produced by the instrument? A sonar-like property? Or did certain minute changes in pitch dictate different meanings? Like how we as a society knew to derive the sense of joy from laughter, or sadness from audible crying. You knew to head to the basement when the tornado siren shrieked, it could be closer to that...

     By Gaia, it could even be a whole language going on whenever his item shined blue! Or maybe—!

     "...Yes. Yes, I would like that very much." No point in being coy about it now. The cat couldn't be any further out of the bag.

[wasme]

➜ " hey , don't look at me ! i didn't invite them ! " asked @alllonsy .

" and i'm supposed to believe you , am i ? " maybe he should . maybe he should believe younger version of himself . yet he can't . hell , he lies to himself often enough , what's to stop it happening this way , too ? " someone invited them . and it wasn't me . i know that for a fact . "

[stcries]

rp muse valentine's application, accepting!

@alllonsy wrote:

your name: Doctor =) Romantic or platonic?: uhhhh we'll figure it out?? A night in or dinner out or an activity?: fun things I like fun things. oh, there's this one planet I know where everything functions entirely upside down -- then again not exactly ideal food wise, hm? Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: ice cream!! What's your perfect date?: you? ;D ... too cheesy? too cheesy Would you cook for me?: uhhh yes but i cannot say i'm fantastic at it? Would you let me cook for you?: ... as long as its not a bioweapon cheesecake or something Can we make-out?: ... maybe Make out in private or in public?: somewhere quiet Do you like to cuddle?: yes Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: excuse me i have five billion blankets and we're not utilising them??? Couch or bed?: probably the bed, it's always a death fight for space on the couch getting comfy What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: reading, doctoring, and playing guitar... or dancing? depends on the day and mood and spoken doctoring Tell me something about you no else knows: I could destroy everything without lifting a finger. I mean wait what Why do you want to be my valentine?: you science good What makes you a good Valentine?: i science good?

for wesker fdjgnffng

for a long while, he's simply rereading over the application, expression somewhat unreadable thanks to the dark shades that covered his eyes. why would anybody send him one of these? quite frankly, if someone didn't have their use, then albert wouldn't pay them any mind.

eventually however, there's a crack of a small smile upon wesker's face. "hm, destroy everything without lifting a finger, you say? well well, doctor, aren't you just full of surprises." good job, you've gotten his attention, but is it in a good or a bad way ... "i suppose we could test this hypothesis of yours."

[frvckles]

@alllonsy said :: 🎁 !! ( shuffle - 81. the grudge - olivia rodrigo )

❛ it   takes   strength   to   forgive   but   i'm   not   quite   sure   i'm   there   yet. ❜

spotify wrapped sentence starters ➭ always accepting

[badwolftylcrr]

" What's so funny? " He's standing there bewildered, blinking at her with wide, innocent eyes and a complex device sitting in his left - of course, he fails to notice the twig protruding from his mess of hair. Abseiling forestry isn't the easiest! He thought he did very well, thank you.

EYES  narrowed,  lips  pressed  into  a  fine  line,  she's  trying  her  hardest  not  to  erupt  into  laughter.  that  twig's  blending  right  in  with  his  hair,  it  is  !  (  it's  not  even  THAT  funny,  she  has  to  admit  -  it's  the  way  he's  so  absolutely  clueless  that  makes  it  hilarious  )  '  nine  hundred  years  old  ',  '  last  of  the  time  lords  ','  the  oncoming  storm  '  rose  tries  her  darndest,  but  the  corners  of  her  lips  twist  up  on  their  own  accord.  "  oh,  nothing.  nothing.  "  got  her  gaze  focused  on  the  floor  now.  just  don't  look,  don't  look.   "  it's  just  -  you  look  a  bit  like  my  year  five  geography  teacher  right  about  now.  spittin'  image,  actually.  "  (  this  is  where  she  takes  pity  on  the  poor  guy,  hand  coming  up  to  disentangle  the  solitary  twig  from  the  nest  he  calls  hair  )  "  he  went  along  on  a  day  trip  to  banstead  woods once.  missed  a  step,  went  face  down  into  a  bush.  when  he  came  back  out  he  looked  like  he  was  part  bush  himself,  he  did.  "

[onestepfcrward]

@alllonsy​ said: " I knew someone like him. Full of untapped potential, opportunity to commit so much good to the world -- but using it for all the wrong reasons, because it's all they've known. " A pause and the man tucks his hands into his pockets. " Just breaks your hearts in two. Tragic waste, that. Not that they'll listen. " //hmmm

“ ... It’s my fault. ”

The words feel like lead, heavy on his tongue. It’s the first time he’s vocalizing these thoughts, such things are usually kept to himself when the memory of his adversary crossed his mind. So it surprises him, when Shadow finds himself continuing, opening up to this stranger he’d only just met. He’s not sure why. Something about the man reminded him of someone he knew once. But that was a long time ago... “ He threatens this world’s existence. He threatens my purpose. But when there was a chance to steer him away from this path... I didn’t take it. Instead, I only sealed his fate. ”

A sigh passes through him, and Shadow looks up. He remembers that night, in the base underneath Soleanna’s old castle, the Duke handing him that cursed scepter. He remembers his arrival on Earth, the Professor’s reassurance that everything would fall into place, soon.

He grimaces.

“ It’s too late to try to help him, even if I want to. The world takes priority over comradery. We are much the same, in that way... ” 

[nineandrunning]

“ there’s something that doesn’t make sense… let’s go and poke it with a stick. ” / nine! | @alllonsy

"you mean other than your. . . everything?"

it's said mostly lightheartedly, but there's no denying that he's on edge. running into yourself is always hit or miss, and he doesn't like that he's on this end of it. trying to sort out how your future will react is a fool's errand, and it means the other has an upper hand.

if an upper hand even exists.

"i've been poking around for a bit, there's nothing immediately wrong. just the vibes. can't put my finger on it yet, but there's definitely something going on. ideas?"

[cynicallyscorned]

@alllonsy said: ♦ just blurt it out. (accepting.)

" Nerd. "