#anywherexwhen

[xinflesh]

@anywherexwhen Having the memories of a time lord, there was almost no concept of time. There didn't need to be when time was irrelevant and you traveled across all time and space. But there was a difference. Those were just memories in his head.

He wasn't the Doctor, he never was and never would be.

Johnny had lost track of how much time he'd spent here, how many years he'd been rotting away here. Granted it'd taken a while to reform, to have some semblance of stabilization. Looking like something of a deformed being didn't seem to matter though, when you were all alone on an island.

However as long he had been alone, he would know the sound of the TARDIS anywhere. So when he heard it he found himself rushing to where he'd heard it. When he saw who came out, he looked on with wide eyes.

"Doctor, is that actually you?" He looked the time lord over, "Not the one I was expecting to see...."

[briingmayflowers]

“Every family needs at least one horse.”

RTgame quotes: Sims edition  {Sentence Starters} || accepting || @anywherexwhen

May blinked, her brow furrowing the more she thought upon it. "Are we talking about a real horse, a virtual horse or a toy horse?" she queried, folding her arms as she considered all of the options.

"Or all three? Because that seems like a lot of horses and you'd probably need some sort of barn to keep them all in or something, right?" She winced. "Am I rambling now?"

[11thsshadow]

Closed Starter

@anywherexwhen like for a starter

"Well look we have here." Dark sighed as he looked the Doctor over. Apparently it didn't take much to bump into old faces. He'd probably been sent here on some SOS call, which Dark may or may not have been responsible for....

"Been about 5 centuries since I last saw that pretty little face," Dark didn't bother to hold back a grin. "Let me guess, come to ruin my fun? You lot always do that., I promise this was mostly the Daleks."

[lord-irving-braxiatel]

@anywherexwhen continued from here : x

Braxiatel knew his brother better than he knew himself. He had been the one to raise him, to look after him when their parents couldn't despite being a child himself at the time. He had taken the reins, ensuring that the Doctor had a better childhood and future than he ever did. He had been the guiding figure in the Doctor's life, manipulating behind the scenes to ensure that the Doctor remained safe in the universe even if it made himself look monstrous, even if his brother never realized it, to keep his brother safe was worth all that pain.

When his brother said he was fine, Braxiatel knew instantly that he was lying. After all, Braxiatel was the greatest liar out of all the Time-Lord's out there.

He could read his brother like an open book.

"I have met many of your companions. Vicki, Steven, Romana, Leela, Ace, Bernice and so many more. All of them quite remarkable, some more so than others." Some had seared into his hearts and never quite left. Some didn't, and some were wise not to trust him and to even be suspicious of him.

He considered them the smartest.

"When you say you are fine, we both know that's bullshit." Braxiatel huffed and watched his brother pick at the invisible dirt on his sleeve. Braxiatel leaned forward and clasped his hands, resting his arms on his thighs. "Talk to me, Thete. You don't have to hide from me. What's on your mind?"

[badwolftylcrr]

the  telltale  wheezing  of  the  tardis  materialising  has  her  nearly  drop  her  cup  of  tea  -  she  never  know  when  to  expect  it.  this  time  it's  been  two  days,  maybe  three  ?  time  is  funny  concept,  'specially  to  a  full-time  traveler.  time-traveler,  too.  she's  grabbed  her  backpack  -  always  packed,  ready  to  go  -  and  has  pressed  a  kiss  goodbye  to  jackie's  cheek  before  her  mother  can  even  open  her  mouth  to  complain.  out  the  door,  she  flies  down  the  stairs,  nearly  tripping  over  her  scarf  as  she  wraps  it  'round  on  the  way  down.  no  time  to  lose  !

even  after  a  year,  she's  still  filled  with  the  same  excitement.  she  wonders  if  it'll  ever  cease,  suspects  not.  out  the  front  door  and  there  it  is,  in  all  its  glory,  the  blue  box.  her  second  home.  or  is  that  title  reserved  for  the  person  who  owns  it  ? 

"  hiya,  stranger.  "  beaming  grin,  she  feels  like  she's  glowing,  skips  the  last  couple  of  steps.  "  long  time  no  see.  "

@anywherexwhen

[tardisinhumanflesh]

“Don’t push yourself. I don’t want you crashing like last time.”

Starters for Robot/Cyborg Muses

@anywherexwhen

"I a-a-am not p-pushing myself!" An angry noise left the android body Aethena resided in. After a current illness had taken her human form to need rest, she had elected to test an alternative mode of transportation. Her body could rest while she could gallivant and explore the galaxy in a robotic one. The Siren often spoke of the ease it would give her, maybe she was right?

A whirring noise emitted into the air as she sat herself down. Do not push yourself. It was a simple request and one she was happy to listen to! Now if only she could regulate the temperatures when walking so she did not require rest so frequently.

"I-I-I will be fine. I will not crash. You have my word."

[dreamswideawake]

[ BLANKET ]: having found the receiver either sleeping or just lying on the couch, sender gently takes a blanket and drapes it over them.

So, you had a bad day... || accepting || @anywherexwhen

The Poet had been laying silently on the sofa for quite some time, staring into space while he collected his thoughts. Occasionally, he would softly mutter to himself as lyrics popped up, fully formed in his imagination. He should have probably written them down, but he couldn’t muster the motivation to get up and find a pen and paper; so, he continued to lay perfectly still until he could feel his eyelids drooping.

Drifting between sleeping and waking - his most favourite in-between - he felt something be draped over him and was finally prompted to move. Tilting his head to fully gauge what had happened, he felt the plush blanket in the palm of his hand and smiled gratefully. Looking up, he could just about see the Doctor from the angle he was laying in.

"Thank you, darling..." he muttered drowsily. "...I suppose I must have dozed off."

[venusexstillhaven]

[ X ] Continuation

@anywherexwhen

Her lips had begun to form into the response of "no", but her voice stopped itself as he went on. All she could do was blink in astonishment at how quickly he sought to ease her current predicament. Wait did he offer to go to a spa?!

"Y-you would do that? For me?" She must have looked like a goldfish! Blinking with her mouth sticking to an "O" formation. "Doctor, you don't- you don't have to do that for me. It's probably just... I don't know. Maybe it's just bad dreams keeping me up? I used to have lots of those."

Her bottom lip became caught between her teeth as she smiled down into her cup. The light swirl of creamer was oddly comforting as she rubbed her cup. If he was willing to suggest one of his most hated self-love activities, she could open up about it.

"It doesn't happen a lot, but sometimes I think back to my youth. Leaving Gallifrey. The- uh- the second time. Sometimes I feel I never got out and things just-" Her voice felt choked in her throat as her eyes switched from looking up at him, then back to her cup. "-It gets hard."

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || "Shut up!" || @anywherexwhen

❝ You're not listening to me. Have you ever tried to fix the Chameleon Circuit? You're telling me it doesn't work, but I'm not hearing anything about remedial action. ❞

COULD HE, A HUMAN SCIENTIST (ALBEIT A BRILLIANT ONE) EVER CLAIM TO COME CLOSE TO POSSESSING THE SAME KNOWLEDGE OF THE TARDIS AS THE DOCTOR? No. Of course not. However, that clearly wasn't going to stop him from voicing his concerns - like anything ever did; the Time Lord no doubt knew him for long enough to understand that by now - and, here the two of them were, positioned by the console, an argument sparked by what he himself had deemed to be an unsatisfactory answer to a question he'd posed about the craft's functioning. Naturally, any semblance of a possible solution from his perspective would've been useless; he might've had a vague idea of how to pilot her, but anything else still lay firmly within the realm of mystery - however much that wasn't by inherent choice. Regardless, he was aware that the other wasn't taking kindly to his objections, being an alien of pride, but the TARDIS was sentient, and there existed the same level of care and consideration for her as for any living thing that deserved it.

MATTERS HAD GOTTEN HEATED, BOTH PARTIES EXHIBITING A STUBBORNNESS THAT CLASHED WONDERFULLY WITH ONE ANOTHER. Backing down was not on the agenda for him, and on and on he'd ranted, his tone souring just that little bit more with each retaliation - until, having clearly had enough, The Doctor's temper had snapped, and he'd firmly grabbed the other by the lapel of his suit jacket, pinning him against the nearest wall. Far from subduing him, however, the scientist merely felt the crimson boil in his veins, poised to practically spit the first words that his brain conjured - only for his thoughts to be sharply interrupted by the contact of lips, the kiss numbing the anger in his bloodstream (and everywhere else, for that matter), the stiff posture and slightly outstretched arms locking into place for roughly two seconds, before his entire form deflated like an old, weary balloon. An exhale through his nose, and the fluttering of his eyes as he closed them was soon followed by the genuine reciprocation of the kiss, too stunned to do anything else at that moment - such a stance remaining present even when The Doctor sought to break contact. A long, long pause, and he swallowed.

❝ ...You're lucky that worked - for now. Don't think this conversation is over, though. ❞

[sclfmastery]

He stands there, bewildered, hearts breaking as the torrent of emotions bursts forth from the other timelord like the breaking of a dam.

Too long.

This has been coming for too long.

He tries to take it all in. Her. That’s new. He doesn’t understand, but he can guess well enough. And oh he has so many questions, because despite everything they have dragged one another through, he cannot imagine a lifetime where he does not need The Master like breathing.

“Koschei…” Gently, tenderly, he takes the other’s hands in his own, trying to loosen his frantic grip.

“Is that what you want? Gods and monsters, it’s been so long since you’ve let me call you by your name…” His fingers lightly brush the other man’s face. “Hey… breathe… Breathe. Don’t-… It’s alright, Koschei. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

He pulls him close, holding him as tight as he dares. This face is such a visceral opposite to the one that came before — the face that synced up with his own timeline, and he can’t help but to feel slightly unbalanced.

“I’m here,” he murmurs softly. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to. I-… I’m sorry, Koschei. I’m so so sorry…”

Yeah....different: this is that same vainglorious charlatan, the politician with the pink cheeks and pale impatiently shorn hair and babyface, only put through fate's trash compactor one time too many. Vulnerable where Harry Saxon was unyielding. Weary and cold and aimless and alone, and aware, all too aware, of the real odds against him.

All he needs is the other half of himself; killing, emulating, or merging with that person have all proven failures. It is time to simply dwell next to the Doctor.

The Master indulges himself in fully letting go; for once, he is in control of nothing, and it is a relief. He sobs, and it's not beautifully poetic the way tragedy is, it's ugly and final the way tragedy is. It's both empty and complete the way tragedy is, the way a loved one lies on the field of battle or under the white sheet in the morgue, and you look at their visage, and it's them but it isn't. That is how the Master sobs, relinquishing his title, with tears and snot and gasps and whimpers. This, he realizes, is all he has ever wanted. If he should die, if the universe should collapse under the gravity of this temporal paradox, this mismatching of soul-mates, then fine. He'll go with a smile.

[xinflesh]

@anywherexwhen [x}

Instead of responded, Johnny remained silent, hyper-focusing on studying the Doctor. His status of being a ganger aside, looking at the Doctor felt like looking into a mirror. What they had just went through was traumatic, and the only thing keeping him from reacting the same way was because one of them had to be strong. Later he would have time to process the trauma, but only after the Doctor was okay, if he ever would be.

"The Doctor created me was a good man and you're right to assume that he is- was doing something to make sure everyone survived." Johnny looked down at his own pale hands, wondering to himself if he himself could ever be like that. "But he wasn't perfect, he struggled with his demons and did things he wasn't proud of, either."

When the Doctor looked up at him with sad eyes, he felt his hearts ache. He could feel the pain, and knew it to be the Doctors.

Something that he'd never told the Doctor was that while the Doctor had created a psychic bond with the flesh, Johnny in return had and equally strong psychic bond to him in return.

Johnny rested approached the Doctor carefully and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You did what you had to do, Doctor and I would have done the same. If you didn't do what you did, things would be far worse." Johnny looked right into the others eyes. "What you seeing right now, it isn't real, I've been there, too."

[deathxproof-archive]

@anywherexwhen get tumbled into a very different universe with very similar casing

There was a cargo ship that wasn’t a cargo ship in a strange, somehow off little seaport town in the middle of coastal New England. Everything about the air was off, but that ship especially. There was something about it, like it was always there but stuck out as new and different every so often. Like it was almost… Alien. And ethereal. Nobody human could really pay too much attention to it, even if they wanted to. 

But as hard as it was tried, it was difficult to try and mask over humans’ perceptions of even an attempted small, relatively unassuming cargo sailing ship. People in towns and cities noticed it was there in a quiet, amused sort of confusion. And the people who needed it could see it, for the most part. And those people in a small, relatively odd and off feeling New England seaport town were talking about how strange it was to show up as well, starting their little human rumors about strange activity and dealing before they could even leave shore again. 

It was such a small ship that hearing there was any sort of stowaway from one of their few crew members had Koschei positively intrigued. It didn’t quite make sense— they had apparently just found him. Travelers and potential thieves and other stowaways were absolutely rare nowadays, and that had made it even more exciting for him, too. The Doctor was brought to the deck, and Koschei came to meet them where they were holding their discovery. “Alright,” he says, and it’s an all-too-familiar voice attached to an all-too-familiar face, all blonde and scruffy and dressed in a black hoodie, jean jacket, heavy boots, and a little fisherman’s beanie. “A for Effort, you at least got up and in, now I have to ask you…” 

Koschei paused as he walked right up to his crew and the Doctor, brows knit, expression pausing. That wasn’t, that was the same— He was— But Koschei had just seen… Oh, now this really was odd, wasn’t it?

“… Oh, hello.” he says, a confused little smile on his face as he leaned closer as if to get a better look at him. Not quite malicious as might be expected, just an amused curiosity as he looked at the Doctor with recognition... Did the crew that found him even notice the face, yet? “Oohh, look at you. Aren’t you strange…” He says, reaching out, poking at him briefly to make sure that he was even real. No questions answered since he got there, only more being asked. “What are you doing here? How did you get here?”

[11thsshadow]

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

Dark glared at The Doctor, pressing his hand against his the bleeding wound on his side. He'd gotten careless, let himself get shot, by a gun of all things. Something he could easily heal from, certainly not needing help but the Doctor of all people.

"Yeah, what of it? It's a bloody gun shot wound." He said, flinching. While he wouldn't admit it, but something had been laced into the bullet. It most definitely wasn't just a normal bullet and it HURT. "I'm completely fine, Doctor."

[lord-irving-braxiatel]

Prompts from Ella Enchanted @anywherexwhen "a felon in my own family. i could die from embarrassment."

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"Oh please. Don't be so immature." Braxiatel sneered and rolled his eyes to the heavens above. He knew Thete was teasing, but at the same time, if his brother wanted to be like this, then two could play this game. He knew the Doctor was no saint, he had committed a felony and other crimes such as blowing up planets on his own, and his own brother had no right to judge him for his own crimes. "I have committed far greater crimes than you can possibly imagine, Thete. Unlike you, I just chose not to boast about them. Really, you should see my crimes list."

He cleared his throat and began to count his fingers. "I have over the centuries, at least committed the following crimes: Arson, treason, murder, thievery, joined a political coup...the list does go on. But I have not done any of the crimes I'm supposed to have committed without reason. I don't just do it for the sake of it or for the fun of it like the Master does I do it because I must. For the greater good."

Those were just the mere basics of what he had done, the blood that covered his hands.

[spxnglr]

HE'D LONG SINCE SETTLED INTO THE PROVERBIAL SWING OF TIME AND SPACE TRAVEL BY NOW. The TARDIS, while often showcasing a habit of taking them both to where she wanted them to go instead of any intended destination of theirs, had nevertheless proven herself to be a resilient, formidable craft, easily holding her own against a variety of threats and scuffles.

HOWEVER, CLEARLY SOMETHING HAD GONE DRASTICALLY WRONG. Leaning gently against the console, he'd been surveying the scanner when what could only be described as an explosion rippled through the entire room, the blast strong enough to send the man hurtling off his feet, falling and colliding very awkwardly with one of the support rails, before dropping to the ground like a lead weight. Ears ringing as a result of the sudden bang, he stifled a groan, though he had to wince at the throbbing ache stemming from where he'd made contact with the metal structure. Shit. That was going to bruise.

❝ Doctor? ❞

AMIDST THE CHAOS, HIS GLASSES HAD BEEN BLOWN OFF THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE. Thus, the world was now a blur to him, and the immense smoke didn't help. He could hear the other's voice, however. Good. That was a reassuring sign. Thus, blindly reaching for the rail, his fingers brushed against it, and he offered a huff as he clambered to his feet. However, even with this new level of sight, seeing anything was difficult, and mild panic began to set in. He needed his specs. Where were they?

❝ Doctor? I can hear you. I'm fine, but I'm no-longer wearing my glasses. Are you alright? ❞

the traveler is come || @spxnglr

"Egon? Egon!"

The Doctor coughed, pushing himself up from the floor of the TARDIS, staggering and trying to wave the thick clouds of smoke away from his face.

He couldn't believe it. They'd crashed. Actually crashed. He hadn't crashed the TARDIS in- WELL, at least not THIS badly in at least a century or two! He winced and rubbed his side, coughing again and squinting through the smoke to try to gauge the damage. The glass column housing the time rotor was cracked, and smoke was billowing out. The control panel sparked and sputtered, several of the tiles completely dark. The Doctor grimaced. This was going to take hours, possibly days to repair. Worse still, he didn't even know where they'd landed... IF they'd landed...

"Egon, where are you? Egon, can you hear me? Are you alright? Egon!"

[icyxmischief]

This is me in tears at 2 am with insomnia on my phone, so forgive the lack of graphics and formatting. It's important to get this out while I still have the nerve.

With the SOLE EXCEPTION of THIS blog, I think I'm getting too old for (Tumblr) rp. This is not because of some arbitrary societal timeline, but because what gave me joy and stimulation now rarely does. Trying to get people to write with me now consistently makes me feel sad, stressed, indifferently passed over, or uninteresting, where other parts of my life do not generate these feelings. I thought it was burnout at first, because last spring was the worst 3 months of my life to date, a genuine nightmare involving every one of my worst fears. Now I'm not so sure.

In fact, the happier I become IRL, the less engaged I am in the realm of fiction in general. Maybe that's normal. I've addressed this before: I am about to get engaged and after marriage we intend to adopt our first child. My mind is on things I've waited for for over 20 years. I never expected that someone this good would fall in love with a high-maintenance spoonie like me, and here it is.

However, the complicating factor is this: is writing really stressful and painful, or is it Tumblr: the dwindling active rpc, the refusal of new members to reblog content, the abrasive behaviors of (ironically, poorly educated) cancel culture, and so on?

I'm very proud of this blog. I'm not going to leave it, even though I miss the early 2010s, when I got between 5 and 25 asks per day. However, I think a trial period of hiatus on all my other rp accounts, at least until the New Year, is the best course for my mental and physical wellbeing. During this time, I'll be writing regularly for all these muses on Discord. Send an Ask if you have a muse and want my Discord username. @janzoo @sweetdreamr @constancychaos @immortalled @mostincrediblechange @bestnoncannonship @rapxir @captaincoffee91 @dopepoisonivyoncrack @nickcagestrufflehog @divinethief @saanphoenix @anywherexwhen and anyone else I forgot, find me there and I'll happily continue writing my muses with you.

Thanks for reading and for allowing me space to grow into my new needs. ❤️