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ᏰᏗᎴ ᏇᎧᏝᎦ.

“ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ! ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ɴ ᴏ ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴜɴꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ!”     &&. independent + selective rose tyler from doctor who. written+loved by soph.( 21+ , she/her )

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@venturousheart​ (cont. from here)

“Well, this is great.” Sarcasm dripped from her tone as she glances around at the room she’s rather unceremoniously been thrown into. She’s clocked him. He looks interesting. Might be a bit useful. Hands test the ties keeping her hands together. “Nice big group of thugs, aren’t they? You’d have thought they’d be a little nice. Ah.” She grins. Hands are free with very little effort. Well, little effort for a goddess. “And a little clever. Want a hand?”

“I’d appreciate it,” Jake says, admiring the speed with which she got her hands free. He’s been trying to wriggle his hands out, but he forgot the old tuck-the-elbows trick when they were tying him up. And he’d been hoping for this to be just a quiet reconnaissance mission, so he hadn’t bothered to lace his boots with paracord. Stupid mistake. Always useful stuff to have on hand. It just tells him how long it’s been since his Preachers days.

“So what’s got you in trouble with them, then?” he asks lightly. “Don’t suppose you know the way out?”

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badwolftylcrr​:

She pressed her tongue against her teeth, eyes rolling up as she clasps her hands together, resting them on her desk. “Jake, I appreciate your … enthusiasm, yeah, but I’m busy.” Her gaze falls down to the mountains of files stacked in front of her - oh, she’d stumbled right from retail into office work, hadn’t she? 

Who would’ve thought those gaps between travelling through parallel universes would be so…dreary? With a sigh, she reaches up to rub her temples. “Just…wait your turn, like everybody else. I’m knackered. Why don’t you go and bother Mickey?”

“‘Cause Mickey told me to leave him alone and bother you,” Jake quips. “I’d try bothering Pete, but I think he gets a migraine the minute I walk in the room these days. Takes the fun out of it.”

In truth, he’s taken pity on Pete, trying to helm Torchwood through the literal end of the worlds. If Jake thinks too long about the reason they’re all working themselves to death - well, he can’t let himself do that. So he tries to keep spirits high and not add his worries to anyone else’s.

“Anything I can lend a hand with?” he asks sympathetically, as much as he hates the idea of more files. She’s going to burn out before finding the Doctor, at this rate. “Cup of tea?”

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badwolftylcrr​:

One day back on Earth, just one day, she’d told herself, for old time’s sake. She wasn’t going to pick any more stupid apes up for a quick nip out to outer space, she wasn’t going to meddle with any lives, she would just - have a look around, do some touristy things, maybe keep an eye out for some strange occurences and then pop right back into the TARDIS, off to other aventures. Solo adventures.

But there just had to have been something, of course. Bloody Earth. As charming as it was there was never a day’s peace on that bloody planet.  So a day on Earth turns into two and three until she’s figured out the adversary - Nestence consciousness, easy - now, figuring out how to stop them? Not as easy,

She’s tried the classic approach, just…blowing it all up. Hoping that would be the end of it. But that little beeping dot on the monitor of the TARDIS picking up traces of living plastic still out and about in South London suggested otherwise. Bloody great.

Trusty sonic screwdriver in hand, the Doctor had managed to trace the signal down to a council flat on Powell Estate - odd choice for the Nestene to hide, wasn’t it - halfways through attempting a break and entry via cat flap when - hold on.

She jumps to her feet, greeting him with a confused look as he opensthe door. The bloke from the shop - the Doctor had had a feeling that that hadn’t been the last she’d be seeing of him. 

“Forced entry, isn’t that obvious?” she aske puzzled, then, after another glance at the cat flap, says “And that’s not your door anyway. Unless you shapeshift into a cat before leavin’ and enterin’ - do you?” 

A thought crosses her mind and she leans forward, looking him up and down inquisitively, before reaching out to give his forehead a good knock. “Nothin’ in there, pure bonehead. You’re off the hook. Go ‘ave your chips and tea. Bye bye now.”

“What? Hang on just a minute.” Jon stands and opens his door - he’s too old to be crouching on the ground for that long just to frown at this strange girl. “That doesn’t answer my -” But no, he gets he sense she’s not interested in answering questions. He knows kids can be cocky, but blimey, she takes it to another level. So he switches tacks.

“You’re the reason I’m out of a job,” he says. “And now you turn up at my flat. Am I going to have to start checking my door for explosive devices?” Even he doesn’t know if he’s joking or not. “If this is some kind of prank, it’s crossed a line - they’re saying on the telly that they found a body in the debris. And look, I’m not blaming you and I’m not saying we’ve got to go to the police, but I’d like some answers.”

Somewhere in his monologue, he finds himself shifting into the raised-eyebrows, crossed-arms, I’m-not-mad-I’m-just-disappointed stance he used to use on Katie. It shouldn’t be a surprise anymore; that part of him comes out often enough when dealing with Jackson Smith’s lad and his friends. Maybe it never goes away.

“You can come in if you’d like,” he adds as a courtesy, “but I’m happy talking out here.”

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{ i am rereading my slow-burn jake/mickey fic in order to refresh my memory to continue working on it, which means i am legally obligated to drop a link here. consider it one very long headcanon for both of them

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fuck yeah, doctor who side characters! Jake Simmonds, a gay freedom fighter.

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@badwolftylcrr

It has been... not the strangest day of Jon’s life, but up there in the top five. Definitely the most bizarre. It’s not every day that your workplace blows up. He’s been sitting at home since, watching the telly in bemusement, nursing his third cup of tea and occasionally fielding phone calls from concerned friends. Even Angie phoned ‘round to check in on him. The conversation was as short as usual, but he supposes he should appreciate the call anyway.

He’s considering whether or not he should try for compensation - he’s got no lost love for Hendrik’s, but it wasn’t technically their fault - when something starts rattling at the nailed-shut cat flap.

“I’m not feeding you,” he calls as he heads towards the door. Half the time it’s the neighbour’s cat, not even a proper stray. But when he’s halfway down the hall, the nails come loose and fall to the wooden floor. Jon pauses.

Cats don’t do that.

He crouches down and peers through. And on the other side is the girl who blew up his shop.

All things considered, he shouldn’t be surprised. It’s that kind of day.

“What the hell are you doing to my door?” Jon asks, too befuddled to be properly mad.

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{ I’M BACK. i have finished grading midterms & finished teaching and i’m going absolutely feral with how much i want to write stuff. does that mean my brain is working again? debatable. but i’m starting to work my way through my drafts!!

as always after a hiatus, jake (as my oldest muse) is also the first to come back in force, so do especially hmu if you’d like to write anything with this chaotic disaster man

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✧ — ⋆   𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

some  ideas  for  first  meeting  prompts  that  may  help  break  the  ice  between  characters .  feel  free  to  amend  contexts  &  roles  where  required !  violent  &  alcohol  related  prompts  present . 

[ BAR ]  :   for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  bar  [ DINER ]  :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  diner / restaurant   [ SAVE ] :  for  your  muse  to  step  in  to  save  my  muse  in  a  fight  [ FAKE ] :  for  your  muse  to  pretend  to  know  my  muse  in  public  to  save  them  from  a  difficult  encounter [ RUN ] :  for  your  muse  to  grab  my  muse’s  hand  and  tell  them  to  run  [ STEAL ]  :  for  your  muse  to  try  to  steal  from  my  muse  ( pickpocketing ,  in  their  home  etc  –  feel  free  to  specify  context ! ) [ STUDY ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  to  study / read   [ PICNIC ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  on  a  picnic  [ FIRST  DATE ] :  for  your  muse  to  meet  mine  for  a  first  date   [ BREAK  IN ] :  for  our  muses  to  break  in  somewhere  together  [ ATTACK ] :  for  your  muse  to  try  to  attack  mine  ( specify  context ! ) [ DANCE ] :  for  your  muse  to  invite  mine  to  dance  [ PAY ] :  for  your  muse  to  pay  for  my  muse’s  item(s)  ( specify  context ! ) [ TAXI ] :  for  our  muses  to  share  a  taxi  ride  somewhere [ CAR ] :  for  your  muse  to  jump  in  my  muse’s  car  and  tell  them  to  drive [ LOCKED  OUT ] :  for  your  muse  to  be  locked  out  of  their  apartment  &  to  ask  for  help  from  mine  [ DIY ] :  for  your  muse  to  ask  mine  for  help  with  diy  in  their  home  [ DARE ] :  for  your  muse  to  approach  mine  on  a  dare [ PATCH ] :  for  your  muse  to  help  mine  with  an  injury [ COMFORT ] :  for  your  muse  to  comfort  mine  [ SWIM ] :  for  your  muse  to  throw  mine  into  the  sea /  a  river /  pool  ( specify ! ) [ RESTRAINED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  tied  up  together  [ CRY ]  :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  crying   [ KIDNAP ] :  for  your  muse  to  kidnap  mine [ DRUNK ] :  for  your  muse  to  look  after  mine  while  drunk  [ ZOMBIE ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  in  a  zombie  attack  together  [ TRAPPED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  trapped  somewhere  together  ( stuck  in  a  storm ?  kidnapped  together ?  dodgy  lock  on  a  door ? )  [ WARN ] :  for  your  muse  to  warn  mine  of  incoming  danger [ COFFEE SHOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  coffee  shop  /  café [ WORK ] :  for  your  muse  to  help  train  mine  on  the  first  day  of  their  job  [ ROOMMATES ] :   for  your  muse  to  be  my  muse’s  roommate  ( feel  free  to  specify  whether  in  a  college  or  a  regular  setting ! ) [ BOOKSHOP ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  a  bookshop  [ EVENT ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  at  a  charity  event   [ FUNDRAISING ] :  for  our  muses  to  team  up  to  raise  money  for  charity  ( feel  free  to  specify  potential  ideas ! ) [ COMPETITORS ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  rivals  in  a  competition  [ KARAOKE ] :  for  our  muses  to  sing  karaoke  together  [ MUTUAL  FRIEND ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  through  a  mutual  friend [ STOOD  UP ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  on  a  date  after  noticing  that  they  have  been  stood  up [ MISSION ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  on  a  mission  [ UNDERCOVER ] :  for  your  muse  to  approach  mine  while  undercover [ MUSUEM ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  at  a  museum  [ ABANDONED ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  an  abandoned  building  [ STARGAZING ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  while  stargazing  [ ROOFTOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  on  a  rooftop 

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@badwolftylcrr

“I just don’t think it’s fair. You’ve been hopping dimensions. Mickey’s been hopping dimensions. Even your bloody mum stole a hopper. When do I get to go on an adventure with Miss Rose Tyler through strange and unusual parallel universes?”

Jake’s teasing as he taps his rolled-up report on Rose’s desk. Mostly. He’s been fidgety all day, to the point that Mickey told him to find someone else to pester, so: here he is.

“Pete knows how much I hate paperwork. I think he’s doing this to torture me.” He arches an eyebrow. “So, what do you say: Can I come with you next time?”

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A PARTIAL MAP OF YOUR TARDIS (subject to change)

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{ just to let y’all know, replies might be slow for a while! i’m currently in the middle of grading midterms/trying to finish up some thesis stuff, which has left me with little brainpower to put to writing. but i’m still around & checking stuff, so feel free to IM me or ask for my discord if we’re mutuals & you’d like to chat/plot/etc.!

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a small psa that, if you’re writing with me, there’s never any pressure.  you can always take as much time responding to things as you need.  days, weeks, months, it’s fine with me!   you and your well-being come first.   i never want you to feel like i’m expecting you to write, because that’s never the case.  and i never want you to feel rushed for replies.  you, the mun, always come first, full stop.  <3

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skyllarks​:

She’s fifteen. Fifteen and Chloe’s just witnessed her parents die. Her throat still hurts from how she’s screamed, the tension that terror had brought with it unable to shake off even now. She’s tired but she can’t sleep, not even in a storage room that she’s practically been locked into where there’s nothing much to do.

A couple of days before and she would have seen it as a playground, as a challenge to build something from what she can find, but she’s too traumatised to do anything now, mind frozen with all the fear. She has rummaged, but only because she knows it’s where her parents had always left a box of toys for her from when she was younger and would have to stay at the base while her parents went to save the world. She’d found it a couple of weeks ago when looking for something, glad she hadn’t mentioned it and that it’s still there.

The soft toy is nowhere near enough but it’s something, her arms wrapped around it with her knees raised to her chest as she sits, nearly hides in the corner. She’s alone and afraid but she knows there’s nothing that can be done with it. The world is ending. There’s been little time for comfort when there are other things to be done.

She looks up when the door opens, and she stands up, little grimace on her face from where she’s been bruised from being in the car during the attack. She walks over to him, soft toy discarded as she trades it for wrapping her arms around him, head on his chest. She doesn’t say anything, but her shoulders tremble with a sob from all the pain, all the relief that she feels that at least he’s here. She doesn’t know what to say. She can’t think of anything, while tears roll down her cheeks. She doesn’t even know if she’s been hurt anywhere, hasn’t paid attention to it at all. All that she knows is that she’s alive, but her parents aren’t. That Jake is but she doesn’t know how much else has been lost.

“Ach, pet. I know.” The endearment slips out of him in his grandfather’s soft tones as Jake hugs her tight. His own eyes are wet, but he’s had years of practice of putting off his feelings for a more convenient moment. (The thought reminds him of his therapist. He adds her to the ever-growing mental list of people he needs to check on. Christ, he hasn’t even called his family yet.)

But no, he can’t think too long about that. He puts it all to the sides, puts his focus firmly on Chloe. When he doesn’t let it get emotional, his mind starts spinning with logistics. He needs to go to the grocery store (will Tesco even be open?) and pick up extra food for her (no, there’s food at home, that can wait,) needs to check in with the charity he volunteers with (they’ll be needing extra hands, medical kits,) needs to sleep eventually (preferably before you crash, eh?)

Jake exhales slowly and, after a minute, steps back to look Chloe in the eye, his hands resting on her shoulders.

“You can stay with me,” he says. “This is going to be tough. But you’re brave as hell, Chloe, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. We’re going to figure this out together, you and me. All right?”