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wcrldswithin​:

“Oh.“ Charlie smiles as it dawns on him that he’s being offered a gift. But he looks down at the rocks shown to him. Normal formation of minerals from this planet smoothed out by the erosion of wind and water; rocks shaped by the passage of time.

"No,” he answers in a flat tone, no room for doubt. “Thank you.” It was a good thought, to hold memories. But Charlie didn’t need more reminders of the past.

“I haven’t travelled much.” He hadn’t been allowed much outside the palace. Except for now. But he hasn’t been outside of Shoreditch much either, definitely not outside of London.

“Except for my move here from Sheffield, of course.” He raises his chin, still uncomfortable with lies as his small shy smile at the end shows. Hopefully this stranger won’t see through it.

“Where is Sheffield?” 

Should a human know that? Probably, K thinks, but trying to pretend he knows of a place he’s never even heard of wouldn’t be a good idea. He’s been caught up in those kind of lies before. It never ends well. 

Humans all talk differently. K knows that, even though he hasn’t been here too long. Some of them sound... calculated. He doesn’t think that’s the right word, but they speak carefully, they pronounce things with precision. Others don’t, they miss parts of words out as they speak, or pronounce vowel sounds differently. 

K is still learning the different ways humans speak. He’s not certain of his new friend’s accent. It doesn’t sound like many of the other people he’s met. Perhaps a rarer accent? K isn’t sure. He could ask, but he worries that might be considered rude. Human conversation etiquette is difficult to learn and even harder to put into practice. 

“Is it a nice place? Do you miss it?” 

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etherealstarr​:

Ava stared into her cup of dark tea. No milk, one sugar. A seat at a table outside the cafe, just the gentle sounds of passing traffic, light conversation, and the occasional bird overhead. She’d already sacrificed the crust of her bread to the nibbling beaks until she had nothing left. Then they, too, were gone. Her hands cradled the warmth, desperate for some of it to put things right. But nothing within or without the simple cup could do anything to help her. She was stuck like this, and no one seemed to give a damn. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone stopped by her table. She buried the scowl she wore as a second skin; she was trying to blend in here, not start another fight with an unsuspecting civilian. “I’m… I’m sorry?” She blinked twice, having never been asked that before. “You can feel my… what?”

“Your sadness.” 

The person doesn’t seem too angry with him for his words, so K allows only a moment’s hesitation before slipping into the seat opposite. She can tell him to go away, if she likes, and he will, but there’s a chance he might be able to help here. How could he not take it?

“I’m sorry,” he begins softly. “It was radiating from you. I feel things. Can I help? I thought you might want to talk. People who radiate like that, sometimes they want to talk. To let some of it out.”

He can never be certain. Sometimes people shout at him to go away. That’s completely understandable and he does go away, though never before reassuring them that he meant no offence and that if they change their minds, they can find him. Sometimes, they start to cry. He thinks perhaps that’s about the acknowledgement -- that finally, someone realises how hard they’ve been trying to hold themselves together. Sometimes they deny feeling the way he knows they feel. That’s rather silly, K thinks, because he’s just told them he can feel what they feel, so lying won’t achieve anything. That’s alright, too, though. All it does is tell him he needs to tread softly if he wants to help. 

“You can tell me to go away,” he says. “But my name’s K. I’d like to help, if I can. What’s wrong?” 

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wcrldswithin​:

“I’m fine, yeah?” Ram snaps back too quickly. But he’s not told any of this to his closest friends, it’s not like he’ll tell a stranger. Or well, he hasn’t told most friends. There’s the others, those who know.

“Do I have a weirdo magnet on me?” he mutters, sitting back on the bench. He used to be the coolest guy and now he keeps being shoved in with the geeks, like Matteusz, Charlie, Tanya.   April…

( April who had kissed him. April whom he can’t stop thinking about. How did he ever fall for the teachers’ pet? Because she was caring and strong and when she held his hand, he didn’t feel so alone. )

He shouldn’t let his brain go there when there’s still this guy who claims can feel emotions right here, looking at Ram with big doe eyes.

“What’s your name anyway? I’ve never seen you here before.”

K thinks perhaps this person doesn’t like him very much. Weirdo magnet? Does he thinks K is a weirdo? That’s okay. K is a weirdo, probably, by human standards, so it’s alright if he thinks he’s a weirdo.

The ‘I’m fine’ came far too quickly to be the truth. Even if K couldn’t feel the emotion being denied, it would still be quite clear that ‘I’m fine’ isn’t true. Why is he lying? What’s the point? Hasn’t K just told him he can feel the sadness? K tilts his head, eyes focused on the stranger’s face first, then his body language, before returning to his face. 

He still doesn’t understand the lie. Is he embarrassed? Defensive? All K wants to do is help. Does he not trust him? That makes sense - K is a stranger. That’s fixable, though! Not a problem. He’s being asked his name now anyway. Perfect opportunity. Introductions are the first step to no longer being strangers. Perhaps, if K is lucky, they’ll even be on their way to being friends. 

“I’m K,” he answers. “I’m not always here. I wander a lot. What’s your name?” 

[cordiformk]

1. HI! i’m c. this is a roleplay blog for the twelfth doctor of doctor who.

2. BASIC MUSE INFO: my twelve is CANON DIVERGENT post series 9. in his default verse, he is post-thors and post-rodm, teaching at st lukes but not because of the vault. there are similarities to series 10 but my twelve is not entirely series 10 canon compliant.

3. OTHER VERSES: series 8 verse, series 9 verse, other verses tba.

4. BLOG INFO: mun is 19 and a full-time student, so there are likely to be long periods of absence. please do not rush me for replies. please read rules and about before interacting. you can also find me on @cordiformk.

[cordiformk]

1. HI! i’m c. this is a roleplay blog for the twelfth doctor of doctor who.

2. BASIC MUSE INFO: my twelve is CANON DIVERGENT post series 9. in his default verse, he is post-thors and post-rodm, teaching at st lukes but not because of the vault. there are similarities to series 10 but my twelve is not entirely series 10 canon compliant.

3. OTHER VERSES: series 8 verse, series 9 verse, other verses tba.

4. BLOG INFO: mun is 19 and a full-time student, so there are likely to be long periods of absence. please do not rush me for replies. please read rules and about before interacting. you can also find me on @cordiformk.

[cordiformk]

I did it

@secondofeternity​

me vs the urge to remake my twelve blog except I ignore a very large amount of canon for no reason other than I don’t like it, and make my own up instead

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me vs the urge to remake my twelve blog except I ignore a very large amount of canon for no reason other than I don’t like it, and make my own up instead

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love is stored in the stolen rock from the woods

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imagine just taking a walk in the woods and suddenly you see something so cool and shiny that you're instantly cured of all ailments mental and physical. Just thinking about it

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Tell me you’re a writer without telling me you’re a writer.

Yesterday, I spent 5+ hours researching disused train stations. I’m about to do the same thing today.

[cordiformk]

ya know what?? fuck it.

*becomes a forest cryptid and steals your right shoelace*

[cordiformk]

Tell me you’re a writer without telling me you’re a writer.

Yesterday, I spent 5+ hours researching disused train stations. I’m about to do the same thing today.

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breaking the ice prompts.

have you ever been too afraid to approach a mutual for plots and conversation? ever been intimidated by the idea of making that first step? then YOU need to know that ur valid and wonderful and it's natural but unnecessary to be afraid bc mutuals obviously wanna write with you if they followed you back. but u also need these prompts. ily. have some water. and some of these prompts--

" lovely/weird/terrible weather, huh? "

" hey! need some help? "

" sorry, i'm lost, could... could you help me? "

" i like your shirt! "

" woah, take it easy... you feeling okay? "

" oh my god, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?! "

" you need to watch where you're going. "

" your shoelace is untied. "

" okay, don't panic, but i saw someone was following you for the last block. i thought i'd keep you company a while until they're gone? "

" walking home alone in the middle of the night is stupidly dangerous. come on. i'll keep you company a while. "

" hey! you left your wallet at the coffee shop. "

" see, normally people run AWAY from danger... who are you, again? other than the craziest person i've ever met. "

" engine trouble? "

" is this your dog? "

" don't i know you from somewhere...? "

" say, aren't you that one who was in the news this week? "

" i thought you looked familiar! "

" oh, man, i'm sorry! i'm so clumsy... "

" sorry, i've, uh... i've never eaten here before. what do you recommend? "

" excuse me? i could use a little help, if you don't mind... "

" oh! that was one nasty fall... are you alright? "

" come on. you'll catch your death, and my umbrella's big enough for two. "

" you know the host/hostess/couple/deceased? "

" not much of a party person, huh? "

" don't panic. i saw everything... you okay? "

" hey, uh... i just moved in next door. i thought i'd introduce myself. never know when you need a cup of sugar, right? "

" you're not from around here, huh? "

" help! help me! "

" was that person bothering you? "

" need some help with those? "

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‘  who  are  you?  ’ [//from Rose Tyler maybe??]

It’s not an uncommon question for him to be faced with. Humans seem to like asking it, or perhaps he’s simply a being that appears to invite it with his presence. 

Who are you? she asks, and what is his answer today? His name? Such an answer might be misleading, because his name isn’t who he is, it’s just something he chose for humans to address him by. If she wants his name, she might ask him what his name is. But K has learned rather quickly from being on Earth that humans often blur the two concepts when asking a stranger, so he smiles, and responds with his name. 

“I’m K.” 

In the event that she does, in fact, want to know who he is, he will of course explain. As he considers this in the moments after speaking, he tilts his head, face expressive of his confusion without him meaning for it to be. Perhaps she does want to know who he is. He is sitting in a place not meant for sitting, perched on a fence, and he did begin speaking to her as she passed with no prior warning. 

Ah, K realises. That would be it. That’s why she’s asking, that’s why she’s confused. It’s taken him a while to learn and he’s not used to it yet - humans don’t just speak to each other as though they’re already friends, if they’re only just meeting. It’s strange, and difficult for him to remember when all he wants to do is befriend them, but he’ll try. He scrunches his nose and smiles again. 

“Who are you?” 

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Thinking about a forest party, that’s all

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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missysrehabilitation​:

She looked at the stranger, unshielded terror crossing her features. She gripped the pinecone tightly, suddenly nervous of it being taken away.

It was the only thing she had in the universe.

Shaking her head, she shuffled away- wincing- as he asked if he could take a look at her injuries. If there was anything worse than the pinecone being taken from her, it was having someone examine her.

“I’m not allowed to touch people,” she said out of the blue. “But they’re also not allowed to touch me. Something bad might happen.”

Looking at the stranger, she sensed that he was trying to help. So, softly she said, “it’s okay. My injuries can heal themselves sometimes.”

Returning her attention to the pinecone, she hummed gently. It was a low hum, a comfort she’d often used to try and soothe herself. At least she was sure she had- it felt so familiar.

“Oh yes,” she said in response to the question. “I’ve been on lots of different planets. I’m not allowed on my home planet anymore. I think something bad happened.”

Tilting her head, she observed the stranger more closely and asked hopefully, “Do you know who I am?”

Her tightening grip on the pinecone catches his attention and he withdraws his hands further, holding them up and open so she can see them. 

“I’m not going to take it, I promise. It’s yours, I gave it to you. You never have to give it back or anything.” 

Though he doesn’t understand why she wouldn’t be allowed to touch people, he realises he’ll need to find a way around it. Touching her anyway would be a terrible idea, and he doesn’t want to push if she doesn’t want him to. He needs a different plan.

“I’m sorry,” he answers softly. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t think we’ve ever met. But my name’s K. I’d like to be friends.” 

Her words are confusing and seem to come in unprompted spurts of information, so he’ll need to try and gather them all together to work out what he’s supposed to do from here. He can’t touch her, but she can sometimes heal herself, her home planet isn’t an option, and bad things seem to have happened in her past. Alright. 

“Would you let me look at your injuries?” he decides on finally. “I won’t touch. Just look. So I can see if they’re healing or not, and then we’ll know if we can go somewhere or if we need to stay here for a little while.”