#fatherofthevortex

[ofthetardis-a]

Romana was starting to lose track of how long the war had been going on, and how long she remained stuck in the pocket dimension, continuously serving as an archivist, even to her past glories. It was obvious this was a form of punishment, but the latter was added effect like putting salt in a wound.

It wasn't enough for Romana to be separated from everyone and everything she had known. Rassilon wanted her to know she had failed...and she did. All she could do now was follow orders and hope her friends remained safe.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she didn't turn to see who it was, only knowing it could be one person: Him. "I'm doing what you asked. Everything is being organized in perfect order. May...may I please ask...how is Leela?"

@fatherofthevortex liked for a starter with Romana II! (for whichever Rass you want!)

[lord-irving-braxiatel]

@fatherofthevortex

‘ i know I’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ’ - from Brows

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"It's nice to feel wanted at least," Braxiatel muttered under his breath. He was grateful to have someone though, even if that someone was Rassilon himself. The once respected and feared President of Gallifrey, who was what...? A friend? Acquaintance? Something else? Braxiatel didn't know, but despite everything, he was grateful that Rassilon appeared to care for him. But a tiny voice in the back of his mind wondered if Rassilon was using him for his own gain. It wouldn't be the first time had used Braxiatel for their own hidden agenda. "But thank you. I...I do appreciate it. I'm just not quite so used to people staying with me after everything I have done. The blood that I have on my hands, it's not something people can stomach easily."

A shudder went through him, and he looked down at his own hands which trembled and he quickly wiped them clean on his suit as though they really did have dirt on his skin. "I forget what they look like clean."

[timekeptx]

@fatherofthevortex has found the lost traveller...

He'd woken up screaming. Again. The feeling of hands closing hard around his throat was unbearable -- why did it always feel so REAL? -- and he staggered blindly from his little room above the bookshop, down the rickety old steps, and out the back door, not stopping until he was halfway across the yard, where he collapsed, shaking, in the dewey grass.

"Get off of me! Get off me! Let me go!"

He had to press both hands over his mouth to keep himself from screaming again. Couldn't risk waking the neighbors. Not again. It wasn't until he heard the door open behind him, that he remembered, he was not, in fact, alone in the house.

"Rass- Mr. Gaudin, I-... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I-I didn't mean to wake you-... I-it's alright. Everything's alright. I'm sorry. Please. G-go back inside..."

[incangencence]

by my side || @fatherofthevortex continued from here

The former Lord President had been quietly pondering the alien world around him as he made his way down the street when he'd found himself in the sudden company of a stranger, a furrow creasing his brow as he looked to her with utter confusion. Admittedly, he'd been rather tempted to look back and see who it was, whether or not he might have recognised them, though for the time being, the Time Lord supposed that would make it rather obvious and so he kept going, still eyeing the woman beside him. "Wonderful... one can barely go a day without some sort of shenanigans falling upon my lap. Not literally, of course... though there was that one time..." Rassilon blinked a few times as he managed to pull himself back from his train of thought, looking back at the stranger again. "And might I know the name of my apparent knight in shining armour? And while we are conversing... how do you know they are following me? Perhaps they are lost? Or confused... as most of you seem to be without even knowing it."

Gene snorted in amusement, linking her arm through the taller man's and falling into step with him, tugging him closer to her side. "No such luck, I'm afraid. They are most definitely following you," she replied under her breath, so that only her new companion could hear. "They've been following you for the past ten blocks. Which I know, 'cause I've been following them. Been tracking them across eight solar systems now... Course they ended up on Earth. Everyone always does. Honestly, you'd think people could think of more interesting planets to take a holiday!"

She reached a hand up, brushing the curls from her eyes. "Call me Gene. All my friends do. And it's your very lucky day mate, 'cause you very much want me to be your friend right now. Look, I'll keep you safe, but I need you to do exactly as I say, yeah? There's nothing to be scared of -- my friend and I, we do this all the time. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. That's my job." She looked the stranger up and down, sizing him up as quickly as she could.

"Knew they'd be targeting someone on-world... Been a minute since I've been back in this time, though. God, this probably isn't making any sense, is it? That's alright. We can catch up as we walk! Who exactly are you supposed to be? Politician? Scientist? No offense, but you don't look the type to be the target of inter-galactic assassins... You haven't picked up any weird space rocks lately, have you? Got E.T. hiding out in your closet at home?"

[arcanescholxr]

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄: Answer These and Tag Nine Others

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Black Sheep- but the Brie Larson version, it honestly kicks ass and I love it!

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: I’m reading two books Bunny by Mona Awad and The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. They’re both currently on pause because finding time to read and the mood to read is honestly difficult and I have the sinking feeling I’ll need to start Bunny over again because I just left it on my shelf and I feel like I need a fresh plate.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: Total Drama Island was trending on Tiktok and I’m totally my own individual so I’ve been rewatching it. I remember when the first episode dropped ever when I was a kid and it was so good. I think it’s still interesting.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆: I think I’ve overloaded on carbs and I can go for something light. Like a lemon crepe. which isn’t too overpowering and just the right amount of sweet that I won’t be put off by it.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: I watched The Babadook again for like the 50th time since it got released on Hulu. It’s one of my favorite horror movies ever.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @troublewithvampires thank you <3

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @the-blackened-dove @suntdracull @sanguine-salvation @thecursedraven @draggeddowntothedark @fatherofthevortex and anyone else who wants to do it!

[anywherexwhen]

@fatherofthevortex gets a FobWatched!Hound they didn’t ask for

He was sitting behind the countertop of the little bookshop, his head resting in his hands when the man came in. It was the stranger’s tread that made John look up, his whole body moving as if of its own accord -- like a thousand years of muscle memory straightening his spine and moving to mask the pain of the migraine half blinding him to his surroundings. It was a ridiculous notion, of course. He knew as soon as he laid eyes on the man that he’d never seen him before... but that was what it felt like. As if he’d heard those same footsteps and been instinctively drawn out of himself a thousand times before... as if it were the only thing his body truly knew to respond to...

“I knew you’d come.”

John stood up, smiling warmly as he moved around the counter, his hand outstretched. “Apologies about the mess! We’ve had some new orders in, and, well, it’s just me to get everything sorted out. You’re here about the room to let upstairs, yes?” Funny... He couldn’t remember how the man had gotten in touch... “I’m John. John Smith. It’s lovely to finally meet you in person, Mr-... I’m... sorry... I seem to have forgotten your name...”

[silverscreengoldenpages]

His Holy Clockiness

@fatherofthevortex​

“Oh, well now I know you’re a dirty liar,“ Rose straightened up, feeling offended on the Doctor’s behalf that someone would go around pretending to be a member of his fallen race. The only way he could be were if he were the Doctor, a Doctor with a new face from the past or the future, but it wasn’t in how he carried himself. It wasn’t in the eyes. “Alrigh’, ‘Time Lord’, your Holy Clockiness, what’s your name then? No... better question, how many faces you had now? ‘Cos I’ve met a Time Lord, see, I travel with him... and next to him, you’re just a bloke in fancy dress.“

[timeagxnt-a]

@fatherofthevortex​  starter!

“You know, you could’ve just bought me a drink first. I’m not opposed to a little bondage now and then.” Jack grinned, the expression very strange in the circumstance. “Usually I at least get a name before jumping right into it, whether it’s a sex thing or-- Did I sleep with your spouse and now you’re angry? Is this what this is about?”

[iamthemaster]

The Master couldn’t help but give a dry chuckle, carefully watching the certain President Time Lord who was responsible for messing up most of his life, haunting him with that terrible drumbeat. “Oh, of course you ended up regenerating,” he rolled his eyes before they landed back on him with determination. “No worry, I’m sure I have a few more White Point stars to fix that problem!” 

@fatherofthevortex​ // starter

[venusexstillhaven]

( X ) Continuation

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The once-proud appearance of the Time Lady began to falter at his words. Her shoulders lowered from their stiff posture to slump down at his title for her. Child. Nothing more than a spec before his greatness. She barely stood to hold the title of Daughter of Rassilon for all he had accomplished, and yet for a brief moment, something familiar passed his gaze.

Hope, ever so fleeting, filled her as she dared to take a single step toward him. She wanted to tell him it was her. Tell him that she was there to assist him, yet no words passed her pink lips. His scorn returned tenfold, and she was left to stand before him like a fool. Like a child. No, this was not the man she would once ponder the greatness of the universe with. He was transformed into something foreign to her. A man that would sooner kill her where he stood as a stain on his list of accomplishments. 

Her eyes faltered to the floor, unable to withstand a moment more of his vicious tongue. Only the repeated question, something she now assumed would not be tolerated, brought her gaze to him again.

“I understand, fa- Lord President... I will never make that mistake again. You have my word..”

[ofthetardis-a]

He knew he was in trouble the moment he stepped outside the TARDIS. At least, it was usually the case when arriving back on Gallifrey. Not that he minded the trouble. But, as always, the Doctor had a particular way of dealing with his fellow Time Lords.

"Ah, you look like a very important man. Probably the one whose in charge? How do you do? I'm the Doctor," He spoke, holding out his hand, before glancing around at his surroundings. "My...this place never changes. The dust is still in the right places...but you, you're a new face I haven't seen before."

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[tardisinhumanflesh]

( X ) Continuation

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No.

That single word stemmed fear inside the human shell of the TARDIS. A breath caught in her throat to analyze her words carefully. She had been taught reason could be used to persuade others. Every being was capable of considering the right and wrong options. However, the longer he spoke the more her heart ached to find few ways to reason with him. He was the epitome of everything Gallifrey avoided. Their entire purpose to watch and observe meant nothing to him. 

A God among his creation.

“Lord President please,” her words were careful with slow steps towards him. “The universe needs to grow and adapt. That is the beauty of life! Without that option everything withers and decays. It must move forward to become stronger. Surely you must understand that!”

[flcwersgrow]

@fatherofthevortex​

She had been creeping through the streets of Paris when she came to a standstill. Who was that? She gave a nervous smile and kept more towards the shadow. She had not seen anyone like him before. The clothes looked strange to her, as if she’d not seen them before. “Who are you?” She asked. Her voice was like that of an older woman, almost like the bark of a wolf. “I haven’t seen you before and I know everyone around here I do,” She says her tone more curious than anything else. She wanted to know more and she was glad she had a weapon on her.  

[thebadtimewolf]

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“Wanna a drink?”

[anywherexwhen]

@fatherofthevortex continued from here

Of course, the Lord President Eternal wasn’t one to take orders from anyone. Though while those who dared try would be met by the swift hand of the Gauntlet of Rassilon, every one of their lives torn away from them without care, without the faintest shred of hesitation, the Victorious had that little bit extra cushioning behind his words, behind his actions. Not that it kept him safe. No. Anyone close to Rassilon would surely burn, if not by his own hand, then by his decisions.

“Prove. your. worth.” The man snarled, the sound scraping the back of his throat as he continued to advance on the younger Time Lord, his right hand raised, the gauntlet ready to use at a moments notice. Though wasn’t it always? Then again, it wasn’t as though he were utterly harmless without it, yet there was no one alive that knew it, the secret still held purely within his own grasp, both figuratively and literally. “Prove to me why I have spoiled your contemptible soul. Prove that your Lord President’s bountiful mercy has not gone unheeded.” Still, he closed in, one heavy and hard footed boot at a time as he neared like a predator stocking its prey. “Prove your strength, wicked child. Or perish at my hand.”

Victorious scrambled backward along the floor, desperate to put as much space between himself and the elder Timelord as physically possible. Pain lanced up his side with every frantic movement, but he could hardly feel it, could hardly think straight for the terror pulsing through his veins.

He had never seen Rassilon so angry.

The attack had been swift, and well coordinated, and if it had been anyone but The Lord President and his right hand who had been the targets, they surely would have been dead. That The Hound had been taken completely unawares by his own guard turned would be assassin was unforgivable enough. That the man had turned the poison tipped blade on its owner, and actually managed to stab him, leaving him nearly incapacitated in some dusty back alley of the Gallifreyan slums was a humiliation almost more than Victorious could bear...

But that he had taken Victorious’ blade, and tried to turn it on the Lord President...

It had taken all of his strength to force himself up to his feet to stagger his way back to the capitol. Victorious had so much feared the worst, that when he had seen the mangled corpse of the assassin lying in the wreckage of the President’s personal chambers, all he could feel was relief. And so Rassilon’s backhand had caught him completely by surprise, sending him to the floor hard, and it had taken him several dazed seconds to realize what The Lord President was accusing him of.

His guard.

His blade.

The Victorious nowhere to be found.

He could not have planned it better himself. It was so elegant. So... exactly his style. For even if the coup somehow failed, even if the assassination went awry... at least one of the two targets wound up dead. And Rassilon would be isolated even further still. Mad, yes. Dangerous, yes. But alone.

Victorious held up a shaking, blood-smeared hand. The constant swirl of golden regeneration energy that followed him like a personal storm seemed to flicker, dim. He had to hand it to his blacksmith... the weapons master knew his poisons... he could still remember the man’s warning when he’d first had the blade commissioned... ‘Don’t fall on it.’ He was certain the man would never have predicted this.

“Rassion-... My Lord, please, I assure you, this isn’t- I would never- You KNOW I would never-” Pain and panic were clouding his judgement. That he had been allowed to speak at all was nothing short of a miracle, but if he was just going to waste his time begging- And so he said the only thing he could think of that might cut through Rassilon’s fog of rage long enough to make him pause. “FOR THE LOVE OF OMEGA -- Don’t you think if I’d wanted you dead, you would be already? Can you not see this is a trap?!”

[timeagxnt-a]

@fatherofthevortex​ sent  “ can i hold your hand? “ - from babyface from sacred romantic

Jack was laying on the grass, staring up at the night sky and listening to Rassilon talk. He has traveled all over time and space but the stories the Time Lord was sharing with him were something else. He almost didn’t hear the request with how softly he spoke after he finished the last story, like he was nervous to ask such a thing.

Without speaking, he reached over and took the older man’s hand. “You don’t have to ask if you want to hold my hand, Rassilon. I wouldn’t say no to you.”