#timeless headcanons

[who-datgirl]

Y’all ever since someone said “Whittaker!Master” on here I have NOT been able to get it out of my head. I honestly kind of need it. Jodie would serve c*nt on a damn silver platter as the next Master. It canonically is not even too far fetched that The Master would regenerate Jodie’s face after the events of the forced regeneration with 13.

“Are you really so shocked I would wind up looking like this darling? Don’t flatter yourself about it, I didn’t plan to wear this face. After the forced regeneration was canceled an imprint of this body was left within me, but I have no complaints. After all, LOOK at me. You didn’t wear this with an ounce of the elegance that I do. If anything, I am doing you a favor”.

Let her slay with her outfit and makeup and give us the post-Missy incarnation we all deserve. Jodie would EAT.

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

“Even when we’re apart, our hearts are always connected. Don’t forget that.”

Finally fulfilling my years long dream of making a station of awakening for my best boy 🥹❤️

Thank you very much to @catraears for their template!

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[luvfy0dor]

"We're gonna be timeless !!" ♡⁠˖ BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Chuuya Nakahara, Nikolai Gogol

Warning; Spoilers for mersault arc/Fyodors means of communication in his part, soft!Fyodor bc I am goin thru it, relationship intolerance, Nikolais bit isn't in exact correlation w/ the song

Description; Drabbles inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift

A/N; Writing this while trying to figure out what to do for another fic help I'm so nervous the person isn't gonna like it but we ball 🫡 in Nikolais part I tried avoiding saying balls like it was the plague but yk

Love Letters w/ Fyodor Dostoevsky

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “I would've read your love letters every single night, and prayed to God you'd be comin' home alright”

• His love letters are romantic and very detailed, making sure he conveys exactly how much he misses you. He likes to write you short poems, understanding how much your heart swoons at the sweet and romantic words.

• Fyodor writes to you while he's in Yokohama, telling you how his plans are going and his estimated time of arrival at home. He continues this habit, even when in Mersault. He sends letters to you via the manipulated vampire guards, instructing them to take great care of the thin envelopes.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Your heart beats quickly as you made your way to your mailbox to check for a letter from your lover; already prepared for the slight sadness you'd experience should the small compartment be void of a note, yet still excited for the possibility of receiving one.

You excitedly open the door to the mailbox, grabbing the numerous envelopes that filled it. Sifting through them, you start to loose hope before your eyes land on the slightly sloppy handwriting of your boyfriend. You drop the various other things on the table, including bills and junk mail in order to pry open the letter excitedly. You make sure to do it carefully though as not to rip anything.

Once you've successfully separated the paper from the envelope, you lay down on the couch on your front while giggling excitedly. You unfold the paper and start to read the comforting and familiar handwriting, feeling as though this letter was a warm and sweet hug from the Russian man.

“My dearest, Y/N,

I know I restate the same thoughts in every letter I send to you, but I truly miss you more than anything in the outside world, including my freedom. I am perfectly fine in captivity, but it truly makes my heart ache to be without my love for so long. I hope you are doing well and holding up without me, not because I doubt your individuality, but I know just how much you miss me. It is the same way for me in this prison. Even with Dazais company, my heart doesn't feel nearly as full as it does when you are around, my dear. However, when our plan succeeds, we will get the happily ever after we deserve. As for our plans, they are going as intended currently.

I cannot wait to embrace you again and to feel the reassuring sensation of your breathing against my skin and feel your arms wrapped around me so tightly and lovingly. Though I would have went about my plans regardless of your support or not, I still appreciate you staying and supporting this, although I can only imagine it has caused you much stress. No worries though, my dear, we will prevail in the end no matter the obstacles. In the meantime, here is an excerpt from a poem I memorized many years ago, I feel it may catch your interest and reassure you a bit.

Wait for me, and I’ll be back,

Disregard the fate,

In the morning with my bag,

Should you only wait.

They will hardly understand,

How I could survive.

Waiting me from foreign land,

You have saved my life.

Let them say that it’s too late.

What you feeling tells?

I’ll be back, because you wait

Like nobody else.

Again, I miss you dearly. Just in case I needed to rephrase it, my heart will not rest until you are back in my presence, for I feel our souls are intertwined. I cannot wait to reunite with with you, my love. I will see you soon.

Sincerely, Fyodor Dostoevsky”

Your heart couldn't help but flutter as you held the letter to your chest, having rolled over onto your back. Your face is warm with blush as you smile and laugh. It was beyond you how Fyodor could remember all of the information he knew, as well as numerous languages and poetry, but you certainly weren't complaining. After all, your boyfriends sweet sayings made your day every time without fail. With every letter he sent, you only became more impatient for his return.

Eloping w/ Chuuya Nakahara

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “And run away and left it all behind, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless”

• Eloping with Chuuyas is such a fulfilling act, especially when you don't have people whispering in your ear about how dangerous it could be.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Romantic relationships with port mafia executives as an outsider or regular civilian were frowned upon in the organization, meaning if you and Chuuya were going to be together, you needed to be sneaky about it. The port mafia had connections all over the city, which really limited your options for dates, but you were both content with just lounging in each other's homes.

You loved leaning against his chest on his couch, a movie playing softly in the background as you both cuddled together. You liked cooking with him in your kitchen, making a mess together while giggling and then having to clean it up together. Every time you would just sit in his arms in your back yard, watching the wind blow the flowers and leaves around, was a memory with Chuuya that you were grateful for.

So, when your lover proposed the idea of elopement to you, you were over the moon. You had always wanted to marry him, youve know that he was your soulmate from the get go. Even in a billion lifetimes, you felt as though you would find each other repeatedly. You said yes, ofcourse, and started planning immediately.

It had gone exactly according to plan, too. The both of you wore rather nice clothing for the actual ceremony, exchanging pretty rings and slipping them on to one anothers fingers. The kiss you shared, the first one of your elopement, was like no other. It felt sweeter with emotion and certainly tasted that way, too, because of Chuuyas cherry chapstick. You held each other's hands tightly as you quickly walked out of the courthouse, getting into the car that had been packed with as many necessary belongings as possible, including but not limited to clothing, legal documents, and money.

Sure, the luxury of a port mafia salary was one that would probably be missed by the both of you, allowing a nicer place to stay and finer wines to drink, but you could live with Chuuya in a rundown shack for all he cared. As long as he was with you, he would be perfectly happy. Chuuya is a romantic at heart under his tougher exterior, only letting bits and pieces of that romanticism slip through the cracks.

Chuuya drove with you down long and winding roads, the both of you deciding to end the day by stargazing while sitting on the trunk of the car. You sat on Chuuyas lap, his face pressed against your back. He drew soft shapes on any part of skin within his reach, even tracing out letters and words, spelling terms of endearment such as "my love".

"You know, I don't doubt one bit that mafia affiliates could be lurkin' around here, but it's much less likely. Something like this would be frowned upon real hard back home, which is why I feel I will never regret this decision." He says, speaking straight from his heart, not caring about vulnerability anymore. He had you, and you would be the very last person to take advantage of such a delicate thing.

A grin tugs at the corner of your lips with enough force to change your facial expression immediately. You leaned back into his touch, your hand caressing his that sat against your abdomen, hugging you closer to him. "I won't ever regret it either. I'll never regret any decision I make for you, my love." You softly murmur, looking up at the stars in the beautiful, blue night sky. The blue night sky filled with glamorous and shiny stars, yet they could never compare to the shimmery glint in Chuuyas eyes every time he came around you. The blue night sky that provided a calming darkness in the world, allowing you to further relax against your, now husband's, body.

"I'll always love you, darlin', I'm so happy I can openly have you now." He speaks quietly against your shoulder, almost whispering. You reach your hand back to gently touch his hair a bit. "Me too, my love. Me too."

Crowded Streets w/ Nikolai Gogol

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “In another life, you still would've turned my head, even if we met on a crowded street in 1944”

• Should you meet Nikolai during one of his street performances and accidentally fall victim to his juggling skills (or lack there of) , he would look forward to seeing you around the town and in the streets again to make up for his fumble with an entertaining mini-show.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Walking through the busy streets, your eyes fell upon a tall man, dressed as a jester while standing on the sidewalk. "A street performer." You simply thought, trying to discreetly glance at him without making eye contact and avoid the make believe obligation to give him money. You noticed that he was juggling, tossing three red balls in the rotational pattern while blabbering on about random things to passersby.

You lowered your head as to not look at him or make eye contact as you started to pass him, before you're head jerks right back up at the loud man's voice saying "watch out!". Right in front of your face was one of the red, foam spheres, kept motionless between two bony, lanky fingers covered in the cloth of the mans red gloves.

"Aw, I'm real sorry, darlin'! That sure was close, wasn't it?" He says, his bright, toothy grin glimmering in the sunlight. You nod, inhaling and steadying your heart rate.

"Yeah, no worries though, it didn't actually hit me." You say, a bit embarrassed by the situation for seemingly no reason. He slinks backwards into a completely upright position. "I wouldn't have let it hit you regardless, sweet cheeks." He says as he creates a portal and tosses his props into the yellow opening. He rests his fingers on his chin while examining you. "You've got quite a lovely complexion! You must be quite popular when it comes to romantic affairs, I'm sure of it." He compliments. The other people bustling by make you topple a bit as their shoulders bump into yours. Nikolai gently grabs your hand and leads you away from the crowd into a more spacious area.

"You're quite handsome if I do say so myself. Especially that scar." You say, pointing at the healed wound. He smiles. "Well thank you, how sweet is that." He excitedly beams. He removes his hat from his head and slightly bows towards you. "I have yet to formally introduce myself, I am Nikolai Gogol." He says, adjusting his posture yet again to be standing straight up. You smile. "Hello, Nikolai. My name is Y/n." You smile with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Well then, Y/n, can I ask you if you enjoy quizzes?" He asks, his head tilted, gravity dragging the long braid along with his movements. You furrow your eyebrows a little. "I'm not too fond of the academic ones, if I'm being honest. Silly ones I don't mind." You say with a small shrug of your shoulders. He laughs.

"Perfect! Let me quiz you then, Y/n." He takes your hands in his excitedly. "Are you aware of the difference between a jester and a clown?" He says, his face about the length of a outstretched palms thumb to pinky tip away from yours. You think for a moment before speaking. "Clowns follow a routine, whereas jesters are more spontaneous and satirical, no?" You say, gazing into his eyes, surprising yourself with your eagerness to hear words of confirmation or denial slip from between his crimson painted lips. He pulls back and claps a bit.

"That's right! Marvelous! How smart you are." He says, removing his hat and placing it on top of your head. "Not many people get that right, you know? Many peoples first answer revolves around a jester being a part of a royal court, but that is simply not their differentiating characteristic." He says, patting your shoulder with a grin. You keep eye contact for a couple of seconds before he erupts into a fit of snickers.

"I'm around this area often during the week. You should come see me, I can promise to give you the very best show I can muster." He grins and with that, he is gone through a portal. He has left you there, a bit flustered as you held onto the hat tightly. You suppressed the excitement in your heart before sneaking out into the crowded pathways once again. Maybe you would take him up on that.

[tinkerbitch69]

So bigeneration is already a contentious thing and the timeless child was a contentious thing too and believe me I get it, the doctor just being some rebel time lord who got bored and ran away is my favourite version of the character too but like

this controversial new thing could actually fix the timeless child controversy.

The doctor thinks this is the first time they have bigenerated but remember they’ve been mind wiped who knows how many times by the time lords. They could have done this before without rememebering but their new bigenerated self would still hold the repressed memories of being the timeless child and so still technically BE the timeless child right?

So what if the fugitive doctor bigenerated into a child version of hartnells doctor and that new child clone was raised on a barn in gallifrey while the fugitive doctor aka the og timeless child continued to work for the division?

If this is true, the doctor we’ve been following for the past 60 years IS essentially just a regular time lord who grew up on gallifrey and ran away and the timeless child is still a thing and we’re not rewriting the chibnall era. Plus for fan’s of that particular interpretation of the doctor the new bigeneration means our favourite version of the doctor finally gets a happy ending AND the show goes on.

This is just my headcanon but like I’m pretty sure this would make EVERYONE happy. Thoughts?

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

hahaha okay so my brain has already started on the sequels to this fic kind of annoying but it just conjured a scene where yaz wants to know abt the nightmares the doctor's having so 15 is like "trade you" and against his expectations she actually offers him a nightmare she gets (we know abt the 12x7 one but i also firmly believe she has recurring nightmares where the doctor dies in graphic violent usually self-inflicted ways and yaz always being helpless to stop it) so now he has to say what he dreams about fair is fair and hes like "hospitals" and thats not a lot of information so yaz just kinda goes "...........alright. suppose. with your name-"

and then "i wish i was called lulubelle" fucking stOMped me in the face and i laughed really hard

[atimelesslullaby]

I will be reblogging this later today because it's 3AM but

I've made a big decision on how interaction will go, and will be done at my discretion in terms of Zelda's identity as a Princess/Sage/Triforce Wielder.

Taking inspiration from the new Zelda game that stars her, she will no longer just so happen to be by herself, as herself. Unless it is a royal meeting, a reprieve in Castle Town, or an interaction in the castle itself, she will don a disguise.

The Time Mage, Elizabeth. She will not give a last name in any form of introduction. She dons a blue robe, that hides everything about her body, including her jewelry, items on person, all of it. Special gloves are worn, to hide the mark of the Triforce of Wisdom. The only people who can see through her disguise naturally are others who bear the mark of a Triforce piece, as they resonate with each other.

I will NOT be retconning any interactions I have going on where she's meeting people in various places, nor will I be dropping those threads. This is just from here on out.

I added it to the verses, and about page. I feel this is a more proper way to write the character, given her status.

I will not be using icons in replies done in her disguise, but don’t let that stop you from using icons if you still want to! 

[briarlovesclara]

Parts of New Dr. Who that are funnier looking back with the Timeless Child in mind:

(spoilers ahead!)

11's regeneration cycle being renewed. This opens the door for one of a few different options: a. 11 was going to regenerate anyways, because they are TTC. Rassilon sent some in a panic. b. 11 was about to die and Rassilon was like shit. Well. We Cannot Have That. Rassilon sent some in a panic. c. The original canonical reasoning (Clara said something nice, Rassilon sent some in a panic.) *whether or not this can happen to all TLs or just TTC matters less, though it would be funny to see some TLs from the council lining up like hey........ so remember when you gave The Doctor a new regen cycle?........ either way

The Hybrid. While 12 is threatening everyone with being The Hybrid, Rassilon is once again panicking. a. He thinks The Doctor is NOT The Hybrid, but can't reveal to everyone why he knows that. There have always been rumors that The Doctor is half-human, or half... something, so this all catches fire very quickly. b. He thinks The Doctor IS The Hybrid, but he can't reveal why he thinks that to The Council/other leaders because it'd be a bit awkward at that point. Can't tell people without explaining because people are like "I know his parents????". Truly a conundrum.

lmk if I missed some, I might add more as I think of them

[mintyimperiatrix]

doctor who spoilers //

i’ve been peddling pre-hartnell shalka doctor for YEARS, basically since the timeless children aired, and everyone said i was mad. well look at us now, with shalka doctor canonised and nowhere to place him but before 1

[ameliafuckinjones]

People often ponder on the role that anthropomorphic nations play in canon, and often times reduce them to unimportant burdensome figures, that politicians and government cast to the side so that they stay out of trouble like small children but in my mind they are more than that. Humans are so easily given to flights of fancy and impossible imaginings that they fervently worshiped deities of their own making to explain natural phenomenon (why the sun rises and sets, why it rains and storms, why sometimes the earth might shake) that if ever there was a reality where immortal beings that encompassed the spirit of the nation came to be, humans in their passionate nature, would worship them. So my headcanon is that in this universe, a nation is a god (or akin to a god), with all the storied pomp and tragedy and comedy of the Greek/Roman pantheon. The nations made flesh are exalted by their people. Revered and reviled in equal measure, the only way a god can be.

[randomwriteronline]

@fraymotiif fo yo fren

At first, the twins alternated between following him everywhere like Duckletts that accidentally imprinted on a Seadra and skittishly disappearing behind walls or corners the moment he tried to turn towards them.

Figuring out the steps of the dance they were tentatively leading around him was proving to be a bit of a careful balancing act, one he wasn’t quite used to - at least not to this degree. Marshal had been awfully frightened by him when he’d first met him too, after all, but he was three years old; the boys were fifteen, almost sixteen by now, and yet they still behaved like toddlers interacting with someone they know only vaguely.

Touch was far from a problem, that was certain: as soon as they’d figured out they could lean onto him whenever they wanted they had no trouble holding onto his arms or bumping into him so that he’d ruffle their hair.

The trouble seemed to start from their room.

They were horribly nervous about anything and everything that could have been inside of it - although he knew it couldn’t be much, let alone anything to be embarassed or secretive about, since most of their belongings he’d already seen when they’d emptied their backpacks and they’d really been barely more than the bare necessities.

Drayden knew better than to snoop around in a Dragon’s den uninvited, so he would let them sit there for hours on their own, doing who knew what.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t curious. But he couldn’t really just ask them.

He’d tried!

The answer had been a couple uncoordinated shrugs and a quick ‘nothing’ meant to distance him.

In the end, he supposed the only way to find that out would have been for them to decide to make him participant to whatever they did back in there and simply tell him upfront by themselves.

“You can’t!”

“Why not? What’s so wrong about it?”

“You can’t! You can’t!”

Or for them to argue loud enough, that too.

“If you just repeat that I can’t understand what the wrong part is!” this was Ingo.

“You can’t!” and this was Emmet. “It messes it up! Messes everything up!”

“What does it mess up?”

“Eelektrik!”

Ah - that explained why he was so upset; he loved that levitating lamprey almost as much as his brother, or trains. He adored parading it over his shoulders like a sentient scarf, and once or twice Drayden had even seen him fearlessly hold that terrible mouth close to his face as he slept, without a single worry.

“Oh, well, of course it messes him up. That’s the point.”

“You can’t do that!”

It seemed weird that Ingo would want to hurt his younger twin’s ace, though.

Unless it was a matter of battling, in which case he would have definitely run that poor thing over without hesitation or second thoughts.

“Yes I can!”

“You can’t! You can’t!”

“Yes I can! It’s a strategy like any other!”

“It’s not! It’s not! This one it’s not!”

“You just say that because it's really powerful and it neutralizes your favorite!”

“Yes!”

Drayden’s citrine eyes fell through the crack of the slightly opened door: he caught a glimpse of the heavily scribbled page of a notebook, red and green ink all over the paper, upon a stark white black-lined background between folded legs that were clearly getting more and more agitated as the squabble went on.

“Something the matter, boys?” he asked as he knocked gently.

The door slid open a little bit at that. He barely had the time to peek through that the notebook was gone, spirited away with a slight of hand that maybe wasn’t particularly graceful but certainly honed by practice.

Both twins, sitting half hunched and crosslegged on the beds they’d pushed together as they often did, turned to him with near matching innocent expressions, honestly surprised by his appearance but feigning ignorance. They raised their chins at him in tandem in a silent candid question.

“Thought I’d heard you arguing,” Drayden explained.

Emmet shrugged - a fluid motion that shook his arms outwards.

“We were just reading,” Ingo replied, straining his voice into sounding calm as he patted a large book of their on the history of trains in Sinnoh.

Hm. They probably used that as a desk.

The man shook his head lightly, playing a little into their pantomime: “Then I must be getting old and hearing things. You sounded like you were discussing battle strategies,” and before they could startle he changed his tone to reassure them of whatever they were worried about: “If that were the case, I would have been happy to help you figure them out.”

He looked at the twins a little longer, waiting as it dawned on them that he was, indeed, a Gym Leader, and asking him for help on the topic would have, indeed, made sense, while hiding it away from him very much did not.

They retreated a little sheepish into their own shoulders.

Finally the eldest shyly pulled out the battered notebook from beneath himself and presented it to their uncle, who carefully entered their domain to take a seat by them in the way one tiptoes their uninvited way through the den of a very disgruntled mothering Hydreigon.

“We were, uhm... We were planning our teams,” the boy showed him, pointing at his narrow red calligraphy and his twin’s blockier green handwriting.

Two mirrored columns divided in six rows were compiled with a few Pokémon names, other spaces instead left blank; two more had a label above them which read ‘type’, followed by another couple labeled as ‘ability’, then another pair bearing the sign of ‘item’, and finally much larger two meant to house the party member’s moveset. It was an incredibly meticulous job, Drayden noted with his fair share of marvel.

“You’re real thorough,” he nodded thoughtfully.

Emmet smiled, very much proud of their work; Ingo cleared his throat, adjusting his seat a little to try and not let his fluster show: “And we - and we got to, to this point here - see? This slot here. I was - I thought, I wanted to get - uhm...”

“Earthquake,” Drayden read aloud: “A powerful move.”

Embarassed by his stuttering, Ingo just nodded.

“Paired with... Mold Breaker? For an ability?” his uncle continued with an encouraging tone: “That’s a very good combination.”

“He can’t use it,” Emmet instantly butted in, very piqued.

His brother snapped out of his mortification to glare daggers at him: “Yes I can,” he rebutted.

“No!” and he threw a pen at the elder.

Drayden caught it inn midair without thinking, handing it back over to Emmet: “And why can’t he?”

“Because he can’t!”

“He’s just mad that it would put Eelektrik on the ground to get quaked.”

"Eelektrik has no weaknesses! I want him to keep having no weaknesses!”

“An opponent with Gastro Acid could do the same thing,” their uncle noted.

“But they’d waste a turn!” the younger whined: “Maybe they wouldn’t have Ground moves. Or Eelektrik could paralyze them. Or K.O. them. Mold Breaker is instant! It’s not fair.”

“It’s plenty fair!” Ingo argued.

“It’s cheap!”

“No it’s not, it’s a good strategy!”

“Cheap!”

“Boys.”

They both immediately fell quiet.

He ruffled their hair to reassure them he was not mad at them; they leaned against his palms.

“There’s surely plenty of ways to counter that, or at least minimize the damage,” Drayden said, watching Emmet pout and huff as he validated the fairness of Ingo’s plan. “I should have a Fraxure around your partners’ level who’s just the gal for this. We can try out some counters with her right now, how’s that sound?”

“Oh!” the eldest startled a little. He searched for his brother’s matching surprised eyes: “Right - right now?”

“I mean, if you have time.”

“No, it’s--”

“We need to plan,” the youngest explained.

Their uncle furrowed his brows, puzzled: “Plan what?”

“Counters!”

“We can’t battle if we - if we don’t figure out how to do something first.”

“We need to plan.”

“Otherwise we’ll end up failing and losing, and we’d have to start over again.”

“Yup.”

“It’s to save time.”

“Yup.”

Save time... Save time...

Drayden tilted his head: “Save time for what?”

“For battling.” Emmet repeated.

Ingo twisted the pen in his hand: “We don’t get many occasions.”

Well... As open-minded as he might have been, that sounded a little silly.

It really wasn’t the hardest thing in the world, trying to find someone to train with. There were plenty of over-enthusiastic juvenile trainers running about cities and routes, anxious for any chance at a good battle against anybody who happened to meet their impatient eyes - as a matter of fact, he was fairly certain that if they’d taken a stroll down the park instead of staying cooped up in their room it wouldn’t have taken long at all for them to find an opponent each. Hell, if they spent just thirty minutes there they would probably get their schedules all filled out with battledates from other eager kids.

Were they scared of something? Or were they just particularly sore losers? The younger might have, with how fussy about Eelektrik he was. He could understand not wanting to see a favorite defeated, but acting like that wasn’t going to do him any favours if he was looking to become a gym leader.

Why would he want to be a gym leader. He never mentioned anything about wanting to be a gym leader. Why did he think that. This wasn’t the time to think about successors. Stop that. Bad Drayden. Bad.

“So you two haven’t found a moment to practice at all till now?” he asked.

The twins held his gaze for a moment as their heads timidly retreated into their shoulders like those of Tirtougas before their eyes fell on the bedsheets.

It took him another moment for it to click.

Ah.

His sister had always been fairly irritable when it came to battling, after all.

Of course she’d dictate whether or not they’d be allowed to best her.

Or even at least try to.

And he didn’t really know what that hack of her husband was like, but certainly he wasn’t a shining example of fairness either.

He clapped his wide hands gently, quietly, just to get the boys’ attention back on himself: “Well,” he commented in a jovial tone, “I reckon you should have all the time you might need to do what you want nowadays, wouldn’t you say?”

He looked at the words being processed in real time on the twins’ faces.

A moment more...

Oh.

Oh! Yes.

Yes, they did.

They could practice, now.

Whenever they wanted. Or almost, at least - there would be times when they wouldn’t, due to force majeure, like homework or meals or sleeping or other things, but - they could practice. They could train.

Whenever they wanted.

“You should get some exercise yourselves too,” Drayden noted, “You’re all skin and bones, poor knuckerlings. But nothing some wrassling and good food can’t fix. I can help with that too, don’t worry.”

“Too?” Ingo repeated. “As- as in you - we can, we could train our Pokémon with you? Too?”

“Wrassle?” echoes instead Emmet. “We wrassle?”

“Yes one and yes two.”

If they’d been a little meatier, they would have tackled him right off the bed and into a possible concussion on the floor with that hug. So on one hand, good; on the other, since he barely even budged, he needed to start scheduling regular sessions for them as soon as possible. With the first one today, hopefully.

He picked them both up effortlessly, their langly legs dangling a few inches from the floor: “So! You wanna try out some of those counters now?”

His ears rung for a hot second from their response.

“And then we wrassle you?” the younger insisted.

“Sweet Dragons, not me! I’d knock you clean out!” their uncle replied, hoisting them up on his shoulders like sacks of flour so he could fetch their notebook and Pokéballs while they dangled up there safe from danger: “Fraxure’s gonna show you the basics!”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” the eldest argued.

“If it were, I don’t think the Lophiris family would’ve survived as long as we did!”

[elytra404]

The timeless child opens up the chance for a lot of characters to be fobwatched doctors and their companions. And I'll probably add to this tag as I figure out more candidates. So count this as a pt. 1. I'll tag these all as #potentiallyfobwatched

Now obviously, these aren't cannon. The timeless child wasn't planned when any of these episodes I'm going to add came out. But this would be fun for a future episode to explore, plus its fun head cannons!

so without further ado

1. Professor Palmer and Emma Grayling (Season 7, Ep 9)

Palmer and Emma have very strong Doctor and companion vibes. Palmer is often vague about his past, could be cause he prefers not to talk about it, orrr because he doesn't quite know himself? And it would make sense for Emma to be his companion, watching over him. I'm not sure why he'd be fobwatched, but it would make sense!

also this makes it a tragic ending. Emma and Palmer are in love! but The Doctor probably doesn't love Emma like that. They have a daughter or son, and since Palmer's human at the time no issue. Emma probably ends up staying behind when the doctor gets his memories back. to raise her kid, and the doctor doesn't really settle down so... y e ah

[who-datgirl]

Soooo how literal was 15 being when they said the fight with The Toymaker split their soul in half? If that is interpreted at 100% literal, imagine that it affects all subsequent regens? Likeeee 15 can regenerate into all of The Doctor’s new faces and 14 can regenerate into the faces The Doctor has already been (inclusive of all the forgotten faces from the Timeless Child on). Wouldn’t that just be a cutesie reason for 14/The Curator “revisiting a few but just the old favorites” to become canon!

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

I like to think Ephemer went to/was at the keyblade graveyard first not because he just so happened to be early, but because he wanted to take some time to pay his respects before meeting the other union leaders.

He must’ve felt so guilty, being unable to save everyone. Being one of the “lucky ones” chosen to escape the war, and having the responsibility of looking after the other survivors. It’s really dark when you think about it, to have to then meet up with the other leaders in the exact place where so many wielders just perished. It’s all still so fresh.

He’s the only one to enter from an indiscernible distance (center stage, if you will), walking amongst the dead keys. We don’t know how long he’s been there. Everyone else might’ve done the same thing, but I found it interesting that emphasis was put on showing him being there, alone, and I don’t think it was just because he was the first to arrive / the head of the group. The chi novel did a good job of pointing this out, albeit briefly, and gives a tiny glimpse into what he might’ve been thinking about at the time.

I also think it makes for a good parallel with Xehanort later paying his respects at the Scala graveyard, another tragedy with more victims than survivors in and of itself.

[movie-plush-baby]

realizing there’s not much LoveFlow content on Tumblr so I’m posting some of my older LoveFlow art because good lord are they adorable

[quill-pen]

@rom-e-o

Wolf being so amped up on emotions and so nervous and excited to marry Bess, that when they go to sign the license, he spells his brother's name instead of his.🤣

Adonis loves to use this for teasing and you can bet it ended up as a last minute addition to his best man speech. "Today, I thought I was gaining a lovely and beloved sister, but something even better has happened. Today, thanks to my brother, I've gained another lovely and beloved wife. But I am a generous man so, Brother, seeing as I already have a bride that I am beyond happy with and I don't believe I have what it takes to wrangle two Yankee women, I bequeath this dark-haired beauty to your care. Treat her well."

[heimeldat]

Oh! I figured out how Gallifrey survived the Death Particle! (Because we all know the Time Lords will be back eventually right?)

The Timelock would have sealed away any duplicate worlds left over from the Nine Homeworlds project, but when Gallifrey Prime got free of its extradimensional bubble and returned to the main continuum, it probably dragged a few echo-worlds with it. They didn't think they'd need any of that, since most people don't know Gallifrey still exists (or even remember that it used to exist), but the protocol is still in place.

So after the Master's first attack back in Spyfall, whatever remains of the High Council freaks out and swaps an alternate Gallifrey into place to shield them. The Master isn't nearly as familiar with the Nine Homeworlds project as the Doctor, so it probably doesn't occur to him as a possibility when he returns with the Cybermen, and besides, he's too fixated on the Timeless Child revelation to bother digging out any other Matrix secrets just yet. But the Doctor ends up alone in the Matrix for quite a while at the end of "The Timeless Children" (and she presumably still has Presidential-level access, something the Master has never had) so it wouldn't be hard for her to realize that there are still echo-worlds in play.

That explains her readiness to use the Death Particle. She knows (or at least guesses with enough confidence that she's willing to gamble) that Gallifrey Prime is safe. The Cyber-Time Lord threat is still very real, definitely worth dying to keep them from escaping, but she's alllllmost sure the Death Particle will only destroy a duplicate world.