#father kreiner

[melbush]

eda memes 3/?

[eightdoctor]

fitz moment fucking incoming

[expired-glass-of-milk]

Hey salamander lovers, did you know after falling into the vortex, he became one with a weird vortex creature called the Horror (that also had a shit ton of other people in it, but he was one of the main guys in there, note worthy mention. Fitz is also in here) that was entirely focused on destroying earth and killing humanity? Yeah. The book is called dead romance…he’s very funky in it

anyways, this is what he looks like now.

[rubysundaymondaytuesday]

Asked @elysium-dw-rp who best fit the headline.

Not pictured due to lack of canon depictions, Father Kreiner, but if someone wants to illustrate it they can have a piece of my wrinkled soul.

[zagreus-eats-your-bread]

uhm oops

[doyoushipthisdweuship]

(submitted by anon!)

[isasapphicmess]

Made fitz kreiner as soup

[i-am-become-a-name]

December 16th - Father Kreiner Tales of the TARDIS (only ten days late!)

“No,’ he breathes quietly. “No.” Stronger, but still in the breathy rasp of someone’s lungs that were thousands of years past their use by date. He shouldn’t be making any noise at all. He should be on the floor, blood in his throat, a boot-shaped hole in his chest. He should be twenty-seven and in Archway. He should be bleeding out in the arms of the man he had vowed to kill. 

He kicked out at the indistinct shapes in front of him, vision blurred by that buzz of desperation he had felt asking to go back, to have never been taken in the first place. But through the static in his ears, through the sluggish pump of his dusty blood through leaking veins, he hears the twang of something familiar abused. Something that didn’t belong to him anymore, had belonged to him for years. Belonged to the new him and somewhere someone distant was aching at the possibility of a different Fitz Kreiner playing it, picking out chords of songs that he hadn’t written. 

“Now that’s hardly fair to an old friend.”  

Him.

There’s a dull thud in his chest where he thinks his heart might have been once upon a time, and what powers his legs will no longer follow his commands. 

“Why aren’t I dead?” he croaks out, and there is a shuffling noise behind him. “Was it you?”

“No, it wasn’t.” And that turns him around, the surety in the voice, but that’s not- there is no one in a green velvet coat, the nap he could still feel on his fingers occasionally back when they had the working nerves to feel. The man staring back at him is so much older, loose curls still framing a face that is now lined heavily around the eyes and mouth, stubbled and disheveled. His lips pull down at the corners, and Kreiner remembers what it was to have lips. Remembers blood trickling down those lips to land on the hands that held him. 

“Why am I here?” Why aren't you dead, he didn't ask. Where is the boy pretending to be me, where is the Grandfather? Where are they? 

“I don't know.” And he wanted to growl in response but knew his throat could not stand the strain. There was none of that- he grimaced to remember, feeling his cheeks crack under the mask - the exuberance and curiosity he had remembered from that oh so brief forever ago he had spent with the Doctor. He would almost believe the Doctor to have been fully caught up in the Faction were he not seemingly capable of impossibly worming his way out of every fatal consequence his actions had led to. For himself, if not for his companions, and Kreiner rubbed his chest where the thing that was not his heart still thumped uncomfortably. 

“There are,” and the Doctor’s hand so delicately trailed over something it took Kreiner far too long to recognise as having once been a TARDIS console, “memories in this place.” He suddenly threw a crooked grin at him and Kreiner almost swayed forwards towards it but there was still coldness behind those eyes. “Perhaps this is where all the things I have forgotten congregate.”

Now he could look away from the Doctor without that buzzing behind his eyes, Kreiner did. The overspilling shelves holding photographs, toys, skulls. Pieces of architecture that sank into the walls in impossible ways. Diaries with pages piled loose around them, a single high heeled shoe, broken communication devices. A battered guitar that had once been loved by someone long departed.  

“How right,” he rasped, “that we should be here together then. Only I never forgot you, Doctor.” 

“No, I don't suppose you did, Fitz.”

“Kreiner,” he hissed, and the Doctor looked so sadly at him. He wanted to rage at him again, clutch that soft throat in his hand, but there was little point. The Doctor hadn't taken him back, hadn't left him that life, and now he was dead. Or as good as. He was so very, very tired. 

“Tell me, Doctor,” and he was glad the mask hid the wreck of his face for this, but it couldn't conceal the trembling in his sole remaining hand, clawed fingers rattling against each other, “tell me about the life I could have had if I had stayed that Fitz.” 

[pixelrhys]

I don’t know what this is.

[melbush]

“they matched each others freak” and its just father kreiner and the third doctor

[eightdoctor]

he stamps his feets

[expired-glass-of-milk]

father kreiner is an evil cucumber

[rubysundaymondaytuesday]

Fitz Kreiner Spotify Playlist

Featuring an ever-evolving collection of songs including:

— ‘Part Man, Part Monkey’ (Bruce Springsteen), ‘Dear Fellow Traveller’ (Sea Wolf), ‘Jukebox Hero’ (Foreigner), ‘He Was a Steppenwolf’ (Boney M) & ‘Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious’ (The Amazing Devil) 🎸💀

Click here or on the title to listen 🎧 —

[zagreus-eats-your-bread]

What happened on Dust

I feel as if I’ve walked into the middle of someone else’s adventure.

– Third Doctor in Interference (Book One)

[reinemichele]

😭 I was certain it was him but I just wanted to make sure

[daydreamycrustacean]

Just a buncha Father Kreiner stuff.