#v: not your average canonverse

[intergalacticstarlight]

[@storminmywake continued from here.]

The blonde notices nothing of the hesitation in The Doctor's nervous system nor his step, eyes heavily lidded and mostly closed. Her arms drape over his shoulders, wound tightly around his collar as she pressed her face against the skin at the back of his neck, little hairs poking at her skin.

Her own hair drapes over them both, and smells like green apple shampoo.

A grunt escapes her, and it almost wobbles at the end like a smirk and a chuckle might've done, were she not fighting off the very potent and rapidly overwhelming sleep aid the TARDIS had given her.

"Yeah, might do," she utters, then sighs a bit as her arms tighten their hold 'round his shoulders and inhales, almost like she's taking in his scent. "F'you ever teach me t'fly the TARDIS properly…"

There's a giggle then, and even half-gone from the sleep aid it still reverberates and rumbles the both of them. The ship itself seems amused too, but the blonde doesn't notice the gentle flicker of the lights, either.

Another sigh, and a shake of the head, and she's muttering, "Still, though… wiv'out you, s'just.. stars… s'just space…s'just time travel…s'not... special wiv'out you…" The words trailed off, broken apart by sleepily taken breaths but still clearly spoken and utterly genuine.

[blxetsi]

modern levi ackerman dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

levi ackerman x gn!reader

- firstly, lets get love language out of the way

- i think his love language would be acts of service

- so like, he'll brew your coffee for you and set out your favourite mug when he goes to the kitchen to make his tea (bc we all know he'd wake up earlier than you 🙄)

- or he'll pick up a muffin from your favourite bakery on his way home

- or if you ask him to remind you to do something later, he's immediately writing it out on a sticky note and sticking it somewhere youd notice

- he notices youre getting low on your favourite moisturizer ? or lipbalm ? he's taking a picture of the packaging and getting it the next time he drives past walmart or smth

- he just does little things that help make your day better

- now i feel like a lot of people say this already, but he is NOT very comfortable with public displays of affection

- its not that he doesnt like it when you touch him, or hold his hand, or kiss his cheek, he just gets flustered and feels like everyone is watching you two

- but one thing he does allow is looping your arms together while you walk, especially in crowded streets

- it doesnt mean he doesnt like being close with you, he just hates doing it public. when youre alone ? hes ALL OVER YOU.

- "will you play with my hair ?"

- "levi im working."

- "okay can you multitask ?" motherfucker 😐

- doesnt matter if hes the big spoon or little spoon, just being close to you is enough.

- also would try and get used to your love language

- if your love language is physical touch hes genuinely surprised by how many times you put his hands on him each day (NOT in a sexual way) like even his mother never touched him as much and he's a momma's boy 😳

- when you wake up your coming out to the kitchen to fill your coffee, but not before kissing the top of his head as you walk past

- then youre guzzling down your coffee like its water before putting it in the sink and walking back, petting his head in the process

- you'll hug him while hes cooking, or brushing his teeth. youre giving him kisses before he leaves and when he comes home, just little small acts of love, but it happens so frequently that levi cant help but notice it

- your love language is verbal affirmations ? youre getting your coffee while saying "goodmorning beautiful"

- "i love yous" are thrown at him a lot, they never fail to make him feel better

- youll compliment this man and he short circuits for a second, quickly gets used to it as time goes on

- also too i think he'd be taller in a modern au, but not very very tall like erwin, im talking 5'7" to 5'9"

- and he's fine with his height, it doesn't bother him that much, he's the average height of a man so what's the big deal ?

- also he really doesnt care about height either. youre shorter than him ? cool, that means he can bend down to give you little forehead kisses. around the same height as him ? awesome, that makes it easier for him to give you a peck on the lips. taller than him ? mf he'll climb you like a tree if he has to. really doesn't care.

- also doesn't have a preferences for body type or anything. he thinks that character is way more important than looks 100% and he'll always find different things about you beautiful. your laugh is weird ? k now he's making you two watch a john mulaney special to so youll laugh. hate your belly and wanna lose weight, he's holding you and telling you to only lose weight if you genuinely want to be "healthier" and not so you get skinny. your acne scars bother you ? he's kissing your cheeks a lot more than usual, but you can't complain. literally Loves Every Part of You

- also i think his family would absolutely ADORE YOU and his friends for that matter

- miss kuchel is pulling you into a hug the first time she sees you, and is so accomodating and sweet. shes genuinely interested in your interests and what you do for a living, and will NOT hesitate to get levi's baby pictures out if you ask.

- his uncle ? he probably wont be there for the family dinner, but then kuchel's gonna call him up like "levi's s/o ?? absolutely spectacular !!" and then hes like "huh maybe i gotta come visit to see the runt and his lover"

- also i think in a modern au, kuchel wouldve gotten really sick when levi is a boy, so kenny would have came home to take care of his sister and try and take care of levi. in the end she got better, and he went back to his own home, but now she requests that he come for at least one family holidy so they can all spend it together

- BUT back to mr. ackerman

- idk what he'd do in modern times, i used to think he'd be a good english professor for a university, but then i saw a headcanon that he'd go into law school and become a lawyer, and honestly ?? it makes sense

- after a long day at work he just wants to come home to you, he'll find you on the couch reading or doing some of your own work, so he'll just slip off his coat and blazer and undo his tie while slipping off his shoes by the door. before plopping his head in your lap and requesting you to play with his hair.

- if you don't live with him hes taking a shower and then immediately calling you asking to come over. if you can ?? great he'll be in bed waiting to be spooned. if not, thats fine, but levi would like to facetime and rant.

- also has the absolute WORST road rage

- "that little prick cut me off !"

- "levi he's taking his driver's test !"

- "so ? i hope that instructor doesn't give the idiot a pass 🙄" and then will immediately honk his horn at the poor kid.

- also wouldnt be a clean freak like in canonverse. his whole "everything has to be spotless" stuff stems from trauma, specifically being left in an apartment with his decaying mother for weeks on end, but since kuchel is alive that never happens

- were things a little hectic during the time she was sick ? sure ! but kenny always tried to tidy up a bit when he saw it was getting to levi.

- levi just likes things to be neat and tidy, he doesnt do a deep clean of his apartment every two weeks, but always makes sure to clean up his messes as soon as they happen

- also doesnt like to fight

- his mom raised him with the idea that communication is key, and always encouraged him to "explain why hes upset" so they could work together to come up with a solution

- its something hes taken with him to adulthood, and even though sometimes he sounds like hes talking to a child when hes trying to get you to "use your words" he really doesnt mean to

- if youre yelling at him he'll stand there like 😐 and wait until youre out of breath so he can say "okay lets talk about this"

- is also very handy

- have a hole in your wall ? hes coming over to fix it

- need a lightbulb changed ? hes got u dont worry

- you need to assemble a piece of furniture ? he glances at the step by step guide once before hes putting it together

- hes so great at that stuff, and you only have kenny to thank

- literally when kenny first came to stay with levi and kuchel when she was sick, the kitchen light went out and he asked levi to screw another lightbulb in, the poor kid stood there like 🤨 and when kenny said "what ? you don't know how to change a fucking lightbulb ?" levi shook his head and said "uncle kenny im seven 😐"

- kenny was APPALLED. and immediately made it his mission to make levi as handy as himself.

- also, dates with him are rlly lowkey.

- he likes being in your company, so staying home and ordering take out is AWESOME in his opinion. sometimes he'll dress up and make a fancy meal with you.

- if you like going to carnivals and stuff, he's reluctant but eventually caves. wins you a lot of the prizes.

- "fuck. this shit is rigged y/n"

- "sorry levi, lets go do something else !"

- "what ? no. give me another dollar im getting you that fucking turtle"

- hange always wants to see you. levi makes it his life mission to keep you away from them as much as possible. not because he doesnt want you to get along with his friends, just because he knows that hange will spill some embarassing secrets from his college days.

- erwin ? hes okay but hes on thin fucking ice.

- also is very gentlemanly. will not only hold the door for you but for everyone. hes waiting in line for his order and someone comes up behind him and asks him to scootch so they can get some napkins ? mf its grabbing a handful himself and handing it to the person, wishing them a nice day with a small smile. hes just like,, a genuinely good person

- his singing voice ? immaculate. will he sing for you ? no.

- he also loves playing board games with you. like chess or checkers. you love playing board games with him and his friends, specifically monopoly. hange makes moblit form an alliance with them. mike is a lone wolf, and erwin and levi are always helping each other out until erwin betrays him. lots of trust is ruined between these game nights, but you literally cant bring yourself to care because its so fun to watch it unfold

this is my first headcanon thingy !! im v excited !! hope u all enjoyed 🤩✨ should i do more headcanons like these ???

- all in all, levi is a cool guy, and a cool bf.

[intergalacticstarlight]

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

(@themanwhoforgets sent a meme!) - (always accepting!)

She's in the middle of the very best part of the very best chapter of her most favorite book when the sound of a man's voice cuts through her concentration. Normally, Clara liked to consider herself a connoisseur of ignoring curious men, especially when she was quite obviously not trying to speak to anyone- what with the book and the earbuds delicately placed in her ears.

There wasn't any music coming from them but that wasn't the point. They were decorative, and sent a message. To most people.

Reluctantly she slid the bookmark into place between the pages, glancing up with a pursed brow and a look that suggested she'd heard him and thought him a madman. He certainly looked it. The one thing decidedly missing, however, was recognition. There was none.

"Right... Yeah, you-- saw me die. Die dead, dead as a doornail. I bet it was incredibly traumatic and everything. How, um- how exactly did I die?" Her tone was more curious than it was mocking. Maybe if she hadn't been having nightmares of her own demise for the past fortnight she'd feel more inclined to laugh at the stranger-in-a-bowtie, take her book and skedaddle. As it was...

[intergalacticstarlight]

💉💉 (for eleven from rory !!)

[ @muse--menagerie ] - [ Send “💉💉” to find my muse drugged and tied to a chair after being tortured and missing- Found Here. ]

WARNING: This post contains mentions of kidnapping, torture/physical abuse, blood, telepathic assault, severe bodily injury, intoxication/drugging someone against their will and will likely contain graphic violence in the future. Please proceed with caution. Thank you.

          The Doctor never did like the taste of blood.

          It's bitter and metallic and it coats his tongue, turns his stomach, makes him remember days he'd rather leave forgotten. Memories he'd buried long ago on purpose, memories of when he hadn't been a Doctor but rather a Soldier, an engine of War. People throughout time and space have the habit of calling him a good man, but a good man doesn't need rules.

          He has hundreds, and none of them do him any good in his current... situation.

          He and Rory had been exploring a pleasure planet when he'd encountered one of his enemies. Thankfully he'd sent Rory off to reserve a table at the most popular restaurant on the planet so when he'd been taken he'd insisted he were alone. They'd drugged him, bound him to a chair and interrogated him about his ship, his people, the War itself but he hadn't given in. Not even when they'd entered his mind to attempt to steal the information telepathically. He'd simply put up as many walls as possible, locking doors in his mind and doing everything he could in his intoxicated state to keep them well out.

          They hadn't taken it well and ever since they'd been torturing him endlessly, burning him, whipping him, beating him, attacking his senses, drugging him faster than his metabolism could rectify and treating telepathy as a formidable weapon which... wasn't unfamiliar territory. In truth, compared to what he'd had to endure at the hands of enemies in the past, and at the hands of his own people, he could handle this. Still... even his superior biology couldn't hold out forever in these conditions, considering he hasn't had a thing to eat or drink in what his probably-inaccurate-time-senses insist has been over a week.

          The sound of the metal door to his cell opening causes him to wince, his head bowed and his eyes heavily lidded from the intoxication.

          "Ah. Back again, I see. I've told you lot before, if you want to-" he pauses mid sentence, the scent of the person who entered the room finally reaching him. He'd know that scent anywhere. His head lifts and his eyes snap open, his face bruised, splattered with his own blood, his lip split and his eyes both swollen half shut from swelling.

          One thing about his intoxicated state- it prevented his regeneration energy from healing him. Whomever had taken him had come prepared.

          "Rory?... Rory, what- what're you doing here? No.. No, no, NO, you've got to run. Before they come back, please- if anything happened to you, I’d-...”

[intergalacticstarlight]

[ CLOSED with @sclfmastery - Cont. from Here ]

For one brief, terrifying moment, Theta considers it an option.

His nociceptor sensory neurons are firing signals through flesh, through tissue and muscle and quite a few of his visceral organs that tell his body he's burning alive. His hearts are racing, his flesh is on fire, every single atom of his being pulsating with the flames. He isn't burning alive of course- well, he is, but not because of fire but rather radiation. He's doubled over, gripping the edge of the TARDIS console as the ship lets out a metallic cry of mourning that echoes through his bones and makes his guilt almost as painful as his injuries.

Stupid, stupid Doctor. Stupid, stupid human who he'd felt obligated to save.

Teeth grind together, his jaw clenches and he lets out a grunt of pain. His eyes close briefly but fly open a moment later as the consideration reaches its' peak. How easy would it be to shift some of the radiation sickness from himself to his counterpart? Just enough to take him along for the ride, to allow him a regeneration just as the Doctor would experience very soon?

No. His last act in singed pinstripes and flyaway-cockatoo hair will not be to kill his best friend, his lover, his husband- it will not be to take a life.

"... I can't. You know that I can't. Koshei, please- ahhhh!" he finally replies, and his voice is stained with regret, with pain, loss and urgency, knowing their time is limited. "- Please-... just stay. Whoever... Whoever I become, you have to promise-... promise me you'll stay."

Oh he's terrified, and isn't trying to hide it- on the contrary, his hands lift and he grips onto the Master as though doing so might prevent the inevitable. Long fingers curl into fabric and he burrows his face against the Master's throat, smearing tears and blood and sweat against the other’s flesh. The Doctor, bit by bit, falls away, and all that's left is a mortally wounded Theta Sigma, weeping in his lover's arms, terrified of what would come beyond.

He grunts again, his flesh starting to shimmer with golden light, warm enough to burn his counterpart, the bond between them starting to go static, numb, blurred to avoid any pain transference. He knows the regeneration is looming, and he holds on even more tightly. Perhaps he would take the Master with him in the fallout, having been withholding his regeneration for so long.

"Koschei, I... I love... I love you, I... I don't wanna go..."

The last four words are breathless whispers, followed by grunting and an odd sort of gagging sound. He knows he should let go of the Master but he doesn't, he can't- he can't let go of him, and in the ripple of golden light that pulsates from his flesh his knees wobble and threaten to buckle. It's exactly four seconds later when his head lulls backward, eyes wide, back arched in a way no human would be able to withstand, and his hands unwillingly release the Master. Golden light begins to radiate from his body, glowing more brightly than any sun would dare and the bond goes silent.

The energy pulsates, shimmers, explodes around him as every cell in his body is rewritten, transformed, healed, mutated into another person. Another Doctor.

Before long the light snuffs out and the new-new-new-new-new-new-new-new-new-new-new Doctor collapses face-down onto the floor of the control room, unconscious. The pinstriped clothing is now far too long in the leg, baggy in some spots and tighter in others, small hands clenched into fists against the metallic grating. The only proper bit of the new[etc.] Doctor that's showing aside from those small, slender hands is a nest of blonde hair, dark at the root, covering the new Doctor's face.

Blessedly, though, the bond is in tact, 'rebooting' as it were, and the Doctor's frame is moving with clear signs of breathing.

[intergalacticstarlight]

🔗

[ @goldenwolfgoddess ] - [ Send me ' 🔗 ' for your Muse to handcuff mine- Found Here. ]

But by Rassilon's name, his head was properly throbbing and he was seriously starting to doubt his reasoning behind entering Torchwood after hours instead of just announcing his presence as normal. This regeneration was never good at the sneaking and he should really know better. He was much more adept at just bursting into a room, announcing his presence and daring people to stop whatever it was he was about to do... or telling them to stop whatever it was they were about to do.

Either way, he didn't generally sneak.

Not to mention announcing his presence was certainly never as painful as stumbling into an occupied area, getting caught and getting knocked unconscious by whomever had done the catching. Which had happened on multiple occasions, once he thought of it. Right, no more sneaking. Eyebrows furrowed together, green eyes attempted to open and he let out a groan of displeasure at his captor, whomever it was.

"I can- I can explain." he said, but didn't elaborate, and didn't plan to until he could actually explain as promised. His fingers twitched and he went to lift his hand to rub the back of his head and realized he couldn't. "What- You've handcuffed me? Why've you handcuffed me? How do you know I don't work here? What if I'm your boss? I could have you fired."

He tugged at the restraints, twice, before finally glancing up with blurred vision that swam just a touch when he moved too fast. Oh he was in a state, and his eyes closed soon after to avoid the rolling stomach. "Look, my identification's in my inner jacket pocket. You can check for yourself, I’m not lying." Nevermind that he hadn’t actually given any sort of explanation- that would happen eventually, once the psychic paper filled in the rest.

[intergalacticstarlight]

“I feel like, like pudding… Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.” // allonsy10thdoctor for anyone

[ @allonsy10thdoctor - Clara says hello! ]

          Alright, so that hadn't been exactly the answer Clara'd been expecting when she asked the skinny man in pinstripes if he was okay, but... it was an answer, that was for sure. She'd been walking home from the shops, picking up a few things for the family she lived with when she'd heard the grunt of pain and hadn't thought twice about stopping to investigate. It was lucky she had, seeing as the man in front of her looked barely able to stand upright on his own.

         Following that logic, Clara moved to put an arm around him to give him some stability while she let out what hopefully sounded like a friendly chuckle. He seemed harmless enough, if not a little confused which, depending on what’d happened might just be understandable.

         "Oh-kay. Right! Pudding. Painful-.. pudding. With nerve endings. I can't say I've ever heard that before and I’ve heard some-.. weird things. And, erm, why, exactly, you feel like painful pudding with nerve endings inside?"

         Her voice was kind but strained, attempting to steer him in the direction of the nearest hospital which was still a bit of a walk. A few miles, actually, if she weren't mistaken and her ability to carry the man- or half carry him, at least -that far... well, she could but it wouldn't be comfortable for either of them. She'd likely flag down a taxi first chance she got.

[intergalacticstarlight]

“I’m not stalking you, I’m following you without your knowledge. It’s completely different” (for any muse you'd like)

[ @auniverseaway - I have no idea why Donna showed up, but here you go! ]

            Hazel-blue eyes narrowed and eyebrows pinched together as she studied the stranger, properly studied them. She'd never seen them before, at least not that she could remember and she liked to think she had an affinity for remembering faces. Not names, probably, she was shite with names but faces stuck around and this face wasn't familiar to her at all. The feeling of them was familiar, though- like she should know them, or had known them at some point or another in her life. Probably from one of her many temp jobs.

           Taking a step closer her hands found their way to her hips, closed up like fists, almost standing in what most people would call the 'superhero pose', though the look on her face suggested it were more of a 'don't mess with me or I'll have your head on a pike' sort of pose. It made her feel bigger, more important. Hopefully somewhat intimidating in the face of this Stalking Stranger.

           "Oh, 'it's completely different'!" She repeated with a scoff, and immediately leaned in closer, immediately pitched her voice until it was hardened and matter-of-fact. "To pursue or approach stealthily. To harass or persecute someone with unwanted and obsessive attention. To move silently or threateningly. To trail, follow, shadow, track down, hunt, chase, I could go on but I think you get the idea." she quipped, a gust of wind choosing that exact moment to send a bit of her ginger hair flapping into her face, causing her to shake her head to dislodge it.

           "Now you listen here, and listen well because I'm only gonna say it once. Stop following me. I'm late for a meeting and I swear if I get sacked cos'a you, I'll hunt you down and make you wish I'd phoned the police!" She held up a finger then, pointing at the Stranger, narrowing her eyes to slits. "Now go find someone else to follow, cos I ain't interested. Got it?"

[intergalacticstarlight]

(will you except this as of a doctor that wants to hug yours? you may choose any doco) the small blonde woman doesn't say a word as she marches over and hugs her own self. Yes they had a lot of self hatred in the past, but wasn't it about time they gave them-self a little love?

[ @drapetxmaniia - Of course I will! Hullo! :3 Eleven, I choose you! ]

The Doctor was beside himself. Quite literally right there, beside himself, and for the better part of any conversation that might have transpired, he simply stared with his mouth open like an idiot. Green eyes, curious and somewhat terrified, glanced to either side as she walked toward him, leaving him leaning backward against the edge of the console unit just so, flesh itching to run.

The last time he'd come into contact with himself, in any form, it had gotten thoroughly cocked up and he wasn't fancying another row. At her continued approach he tensed, eyes squeezing shut as her arms made their way around him and for a few hearts-beats he remained frozen in place, unsure what to do. He’d been expected a slap or a shout, but instead was given... a hug?

Green eyes cracked open slowly after a few moments, his blood tingling with something akin to gratitude. As his arms lifted to encircle his older, and much better looking self, he felt his eyes sting with un-shed tears.

It was then he realized how lonely he'd been the past three weeks.

"I lost them." he whispered, but that wasn't what he'd meant to say at all. He'd meant to say thank you, but instead those three words fell from him unbidden, raw and hitched with pain and he knew she would understand what he meant. He didn't need to say names, didn't need to confirm dates- she would know, because she was him.

[intergalacticstarlight]

[ @doctortorchwhood - Continued From Here ]

The Doctor, for what it was worth, at least had the good sense to lower the sonic before she spun around to face her friend and long-time companion.

"S'not that simple. This isn't an ordinary toaster, y'see. No, no, no, this thing's got it out for me. Has ever since I was the bloke with the spiky hair an' pinstripes, all cos I took it apart an' put it back together again so I could add reconfigured circuitry. Apparently it didn't appreciate the upgrades."

She winced at the word 'upgrades', shook her head, said "Remodel. Apparently it didn't appreciate the remodel." before turning back round to face the nefarious enemy, sonic lifting once more and the soft metallic whirring filling the air as she switched it on.

"No, Thomas. This thing's got a mind oov its own. Best not get too close."

As if to prove her point, the toaster- being bombarded with sonic frequencies of various types -gave a shudder, leapt a foot into the air, crashed back down on the counter-top and threw green and blue sparks that had the Doctor letting out a squeak.

"Oi!!!"

[intergalacticstarlight]

Fallen Stardust [closed]

[ Starter For - @goldenwolfgoddess ]

The Doctor came to rather suddenly, all things considered.

Mind, she had no idea what those considerations would be as of yet. Just that one moment she was oblivious to everything around her and the next she was sitting upright and gasping for air with wide, melted toffee eyes and a hand pounding on her chest as though it would do any good. Oh this body would take some getting use to, that much was certain. As certain as anything else had been or ever would be.

It took her a few good, long moments to focus on any of her surroundings but she had a sneaking suspicion a portion of that realization came from the fact that she was sitting atop something soft and squidgy. No, not squidgy... bouncy? Fluffy? Sproingy? Gods above, the adjectives were endless! How was she ever meant to pick one with so many to- hang on. Was she inside of someone's flat? Their actual, proper flat? That couldn't be good.

Last she remembered she was plummeting toward an unknown planet after the TARDIS had seen fit to go full-tilt and shuffle her right out mid-orbit. Luckily she'd just regenerated, elseways she'd have likely ended up much worse off than she was now. Which was to say she'd have died outright. Blinking a few times she shook her head to clear the fog and refocused again on her surroundings. Right then. Definitely a bedroom, which would explain the bed she was sitting on- good place for a bed, the bedroom. Helped one to sleep. Sleep! Oh sleep sounded lovely, but she had much more important things to do.

Like walking. Searching. Finding the person who'd found her and making them her new best friend. A list already and it was only her first day steering! Swinging her legs over the side of the bed and planting her feet firmly she stood and wavered a few moments, swaying back and forth as her biological functions clicked back into place and engaged several systems all at once. Blimey, she was starving- and also a bit shaky on her feet, which wasn't so odd considering the fall she'd taken. Was that music? Oh, brilliant! She loved music! At least, she thought she did. She seemed to at the moment, had done before in every regeneration.

Glancing down and seeing her former self's clothing, satisfied that whoever had found her had at least left her decent, she curiously followed the sound of the music. It led her out of the bedroom and into the hall of the flat- most certainly a flat -before pulling her down aforementioned hall, toward what smelled like a kitchen. Food! Starving! Right, then! Her eyes lit up and she smiled against her own muscular will, stomach giving a proper rumble as she wobbled her way to the entrance of the kitchen.... and stopped dead cold in her tracks.

No. Nope. Not possible. She must still be unconscious or perhaps she'd fallen, quite literally, into some sort of trap.

Eyes wide and mouth agape, the Doctor simply stood there in the entryway, staring at the very-familiar-yet-entirely-impossible back of one Rose Tyler.

[intergalacticstarlight]

Stars In Motion [CLOSED]

[ Starter for @allonsy10thdoctor ] - [under a keep reading because length]

The air inside the small shop in downtown London proper began to thicken, charged with an unseen electrical currant that seemed to get thicker as the seconds ticked by. Before long, the oxygen was practically crackling with the stuff, the scent of time and burned plastic being mixed throughout in a way that suggested something that hadn't been present before was present in the here and now. The static inside the shop, Dillions as it was called, was starting to cause the clothing to cling to one another, small flickers of sparks able to be witnessed but only by those who were truly looking for them.

Thankfully, but not purposefully, it were around three in the morning and no one was hanging about to notice such an occurrence.

Before long the sweaters, wool hats, and other such items that had a high capacity for electrical charge began to float up and off of their displays in a way that one might suggest lent itself toward a haunting- but oh, they would be wrong. It only took a few moments- garments dancing slowly in the air as though suddenly underwater- before it all came cascading back down to the floor as a brilliant white light flashed through the main floor, the plume of thunder that followed near ear-splitting and echoing so loudly it shook the entire building's infrastructure right down to the beams and cement. Windows rattled, a few of them cracked, doors in their frames protested and even the ground around the outside of the shop wouldn't be immune to the rumble of an aftershock.

Then it was gone- the static, the light, the noise, the rumbling- all in an instant, as though it had never been and never would be again. In place of the aforementioned stood a wobbly young blonde woman who was trying desperately not to vomit all over the tiled floor beneath her feet. In her efforts to suppress her dinner she looked around to ground herself, to see what she could see and what she could take in. In the process her eyes found a sign announcing where she had turned up at, and the fact that there was an inky darkness outside that suggested it were the middle of the night. A few shaking, deep breaths later and she was activating a device on her wrist and speaking into it, though the effects of what had happened still rung out in her voice in the dark.

"Ya cocked it up again, mate. M'in a shop in London wot don't exist in our dimension."

There was a pause before a man's voice replied, both confused and irritated.

"W-What d'you mean, 'don't exist'? You're standin' in it, ain't ya? An’ if-"

"Bullocks. You know what I mean." The girl interrupted, literally not having the stomach at the moment to suffer the fool to babble. "M'from that dimension, remember? So're you. An' I'm tellin' ya, this shop, this... Dillons... It don't exist in London. 'Least not from our time. Means ya cocked it up. Again. That's ten times now, an’ now m’stuck ‘ere for half an hour."

The voice coming from the wristband sounded a bit smug now, whereas before had sounded gobsmacked if not a bit sheepish. She wondered at the change.

"Go on then, Mother Superior Who Hasn't Set Foot In That Dimension For Eight Months. Do a scan from your side an' then tell me what's what."

The young woman grunted in frustration, then winced as she realized that had been a terrible idea as it made her stomach roll dangerously again, both hands moving upward to cradle her abdomen as it burbled with displeasure. When she got back she was going to have to have a chat with one Mickey Smith about his attitude problem- and see what they could do about the physical effects of that bloody Dimension Cannon because this was certainly not on.

"Fine..." She hissed, then took out a cylindrical device and promptly turned it on, filling the room with a deep pink light as a metallic whirring noise resonated through the space. The sound was familiar, so familiar that every time she was forced to use the device she felt her heart thud painfully and her throat close with emotion- but still, she persisted and she used it all the same. She had to.

The results that popped up made her groan out loud and roll her eyes as they confirmed what Mickey had said. She could hear laughter coming from the wristband and it made her hackles stand up, ready to put him in his place, sod being wrong or right. But just as she went to open her mouth to give Mickey a thorough verbal lashing, he spoke up and negated her chances for such which only served to anger her further.

"Ha! Told ya so. When're you gonna admit that I'm bloody brilliant, me? More than just a tin dog, that’s for sure-"

"Mickey-" Her voice carried a dark warning, and she heard a sigh which made her feel a bit better- at least for now.

"Sorry Rose. I mean, Ma'am." There was a snicker that Rose ignored, before Mickey spoke again. "So, by our scans it shows you're in the year 2007, London. S'June there, so it's been about a year since you been gone, stead'a eight months like it's been here. Figure that won’t matter much, long as ya find the proper Doctor. You're right about the shop though, never heard of it before."

"Maybe it's new?.." She suggested, conceding a fact she hadn't considered before and checking the scans of her crudely made sonic screwdriver before letting out a soft but unmistakable chuckle. "Apparently it is. Finished buildin' it just this year, over the sight of a gas explosion ‘at happened in 2005..."

Another pause, and Mickey let out a hefty laugh that Rose couldn't help but smile because of.

"You're joking."

"Nope." She said, popping the 'p' in a way that had become habit. "Apparently Dillons is the new Henriks." She let out a sigh and tucked the sonic into her jacket pocket. "Makes sense now. S'where I first met 'im."

"Oh yeah, yeah, the uh, livin' plastic things. Do NOT remind me." There was a shudder in Mickey's voice but he attempted to hide it, so Rose left it be. Now wasn't the time for teasing. "Running scans for the TARDIS now."

"Aye aye, Micks. Gonna keep the line open while I 'ave a look around. Keep me posted."

"Right-o, Boss." Mickey replied, and Rose could hear the sound of fingers moving over keypads.

She looked around the space she'd appeared in with her hands on her hips as she felt steady enough to begin to walk around.

Eyes trained on the shop laid out in front of her, Rose scanned the area with her whiskey brown hues and shivered as she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She frowned, wondering if she'd just popped up in the middle of some sort of invasion, and spun around to look in the direction of the shop's lifts. Seemed empty enough. Wouldn't surprise her if she had done, though- it had happened once or twice before. Her ears didn't pick up any sounds of movement or dismay and her eyes didn't catch any glimpses of the same, so she could only go on what she were feeling at the moment.

Something was definitely off, the darkness outside seeming to be watching her somehow, the large glass windows suddenly feeling more revealing than she’d like. She felt a brief spike of adrenaline surge through her veins and the need to run pulsated gently in the back of her mind. Keeping her eyes on the surrounding area, she blindly pulled her sonic from her jacket and swallowed thickly.

"Micks? Don't think I'm alone in 'ere. Somethin' feels off." Rose whispered, and for a brief moment the typing noise stopped before starting again.

"Scan's nearly done, Boss. Careful in there." His voice was more hushed now, cautious.

Rose took a deep albeit shaking breath, feeling cold sweat start to bead on her forehead even as the rest of her body ran hot with the need to run getting decidedly stronger.

"M'always careful, Micks." The words were half-hearted at best, distracted.

"Oh yeah, safe as houses, you are." There was a sarcastic tone to his voice that made Rose smile again. "Trust you to crop up right in the middle of a disaster."

Micks was right- every time she'd come up in the middle of a disaster in any dimension, or on any planet for that matter, she'd been a hair's breath away from finding him. This time it seemed she'd lucked out and appeared just before said disaster, which meant her chances of finding him had gone up astronomically.

"You know of a better way ta find 'im, then? Enlighten me. I'm all ears."

There was another long pause from the wristband.

"Point made. Trouble follows him, you follow trouble, Bob's your Uncle, yeah?" The typing stopped, and his voice took on a different tone entirely. One Rose hadn't heard from the man before- disbelief mixed with a tint of awe. "We've done it! You- you've done it, Rose, he's... He's there. The Doctor's there. Proper him this time! Holy sh-"

"Micks, there’s somethin’ in the shadows ‘ere.. You gotta find ‘im." Her voice shook and was little more than a squeak of a whisper but held no less urgency in its' wake. The shadows outside the windows were definitely moving, the glass in the windows creaking from the pressure of being pressed in upon and Rose had begun to back up away from them slowly.

"Hang on Boss, results are still comin' through-"

"Mickey... Mickey, c'mon..."

"Aha! Gotcha. Scans show the TARDIS is parked in the alley behind the shop but no idea if he’s in it or not." A pause. "But Rose, if you think somethin's up out there maybe you should wait ‘till I can get a better-"

"No time, Micks. Whatever it is it’s comin’ in." She said in a rush just as the windows reached their breaking point and began to spiderweb. Eyes wide, she whispered “Bloody hell” before turning and running toward the back of the shop. Her sonic wasn't as good as the Doctor's as she had no idea how to actually make one- but the Torchwood in the other dimension had had some pretty good mock technology. There was more talking, Mickey's voice still breaking the silence around her but Rose was no longer listening to him. She heard the windows shatter behind her- all of them at once -and her blood ran cold as she pushed her legs to go faster.

"-Rose, what the hell was that?! Look, m'tellin' ya, do NOT just rush out there, you don’t know what could happen-"

“Micks, no offense but shut up!” She yelled, not harshly but more with an air of fear in her voice as she legged it away from the encroaching shadows. Once she reached the service entrance she used the sonic on the lock, watching as the metal sparked and fell apart- thank gods for that. Shoving through the back door she burst out into the alleyway out back, eyes wide with a sonic in her hand, only to find the same inky blackness surrounding her, blinding her, ice cold and nefarious at its’ roots.

“Doctor!” She yelled, not even sure which direction she was running, unable to use her sonic on anything sentient or living- Torchwood’s one rule in the alternate dimension- and the moment she attempted to turn it on the device sparked, burning her hand and causing her to toss it away. She was fairly certain her wrist com, and by default the Cannon Hopper around her throat, were both fried- Mickey’s voice wasn’t there anymore.

This was bad, this was... very very bad.

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[ CLOSED]

@impossiblegxrlclara - Continued from Here

Clara flinched when Jimmy took a step closer to her, but didn’t back down, holding his gaze. He smelled of stale beer and cheap liqour, and it set her teeth on edge. She was properly scared, and she felt like she should be, but she held it back, tightening her jaw.

Her eyes widened when she heard Rose speak, and she shot her a warning glance. She had to deal with this enough already, she didn’t need to be provoking his wrath further. She was brave, she could handle him, one way or another.

“You think you’re so great because you think you have power.” She accused, although she was scared out of her wits. She was either extremely brave, or an idiot.

“Just leave her alone, you bloody coward.”

Rose's eyes also widened when Clara spoke, but she didn't speak up this time. That warning glance the woman gave her... well, it wasn't like she was going to listen before but now? Now that she'd said those things to Jimmy, now that Rose could see him tensing up- no. Rose would simply wait and be ready to do something should something need done, and she had a feeling something would definitely need done.

Jimmy snorted out a laugh, but his stance tensed up, his hands clenched into fists at his sides and he lifted both eyebrows as though he had expected this Clara to actually behave herself. Now he had even more of a reason to teach this stranger in his home a lesson. "Well look who has me all sorted out. A coward? Seems t'me I'm not the one scared shitless right now, Clarabelle."

He stepped closer, coming within a few centimeters of the girl and staring down at her with cold, dead eyes, the scent of alcohol so overwhelming it was clear that he wouldn't remember this in the morning. "Maybe you want to be taught a lesson, Clarabelle, is that it? You like playing rough?"

Rose swallowed thickly and looked around behind her for something, anything that might help if Jimmy decided to hurt Clara. Something to hit him with, something to even out the situation. The only thing she could see was an umbrella perched against the wall- a big, golf umbrella. She sidled backward slowly so Jimmy wouldn't notice, putting that umbrella within reach, just in case.

"Let's find out how much fire you got, yeah? See how long it takes ta put it out." Jimmy hissed, and reached out to grab Clara by the hair.

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[ Closed with @auniverseaway ; Continued From Here ]

Whiskey-brown eyes flickered between the blank billfold and the blonde woman, halfway to thinking someone was playing some sort of elaborate prank that involved having her bag stolen- thankfully her mobile had been in her pocket at the time, but everything else, including her recently cashed paycheck, was in her bag -and some mad woman showing up going on about Scotland Yard.

Both eyebrows knit together in confusion and she reached out, snatching the billfold from the strange woman and turning it over in her hand a few times before holding it up.

"This’s blank. There's nothin' on it. An’ anyway, y'don't look like the police. Y'don't really look like a 'John' either..." Rose commented, smirking for a second and letting out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle as she shoved the blank billfold into her own jumper pocket.

"So, 'John Smith Of Scotland Yard', how d'you plan t’help me get my bag back?"

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OPEN RP FOR ANYONE

There were times when Rose Tyler didn't feel like much at all. A tiny dot of a human crawling along the planet's surface with billions of other humans, most of which [she was fairly certain at least] were more important than she. Sure, she had a stubborn will about her that made most men who knew better cower in fear. She was pretty, if pretty meant good looking enough to hit on in a dimly lit pub and not expect to have to call back in the morning. She was talented in the sense that she could almost-sort-of-write and every once in a while a sketch that she managed to produce didn't come out looking like a stick figure having a fit.

But what else was there? She loved too much and too quickly. Her heart overrode her head most times and passion outweighed logic in the scheme of things. Toss that one into the pile of character flaws as it caused her very little in the way of anything but pain. She was enthralled by the idea of adventure but rarely left the Estates aside to go into greater London to work. For years now she had been studying the stars after a desperate and unexpected urge had cropped up one night to memorize every twinkling little beauty until she could recite them by heart just by looking in their general directions.

She knew the constellations. She knew the names of the galaxies, the nebulae, the far-off-places the likes of which mankind would probably never see.

But what else was there? Not bloody much.

She was painfully, awfully ordinary. A financially challenged girl who had dropped out of school all because her jerk-of-a-boyfriend had told her to. A girl who had allowed herself to be verbally and physically broken down until all that was left of that fire she'd once had inside was a small little ember just barely hanging on. That ember was starting to fizzle, the three jobs she was working exhausting her physically and keeping up with the belittling, degrading vocabulary of the man she once thought she loved but now was sure she didn't exhausting her mentally. Pretty soon there would be nothing left of the vibrant, carefree, strong-willed girl she'd used to be.

The sting of tears didn't even surprise her anymore as it was expected, almost welcome. The warm salt water trailed down her cheeks as she stood outside on the balcony of the flat she shared with the man she'd grown to hate. She was only eighteen years old and yet she felt decades older, her eyes red and lined with dark circles from the lack of sleep. Before she knew it the sun was rising over the curve of the city and she let out a deep sigh, though of relief or sorrow she couldn't be sure. Jimmy hadn't come home again last night, and the loneliness had crept in on little paws and curled itself around her heart.

Just as she was turning to go back into the flat she heard footsteps coming up the metal stairs, and at once her stomach twisted with anxiety and ice water filled her veins. Her voice was rough from being up all night and she furiously wiped at the tear tracks on her face to avoid appearing as weak as she felt. She didn’t turn around, assuming it would be Jimmy coming home smelling of alcohol, drugs and sex... again.

"Was startin' ta think you'd never come 'ome. Been three days now."

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Crimson And Clover - [closed]

[Starter for @eightandonly ]

The night had begun pleasantly enough- music, dancing, a few party games, even a rather delicious spread of food and drink laid out for the guests. Despite having to be convinced to make an appearance, Rose found herself having as close to what she knew to be the definition of 'fun' as was really possible. Her friends, particularly Shareen, had hounded her for days after the group of them had gotten their invitations in the mail for a mysterious masquerade party being held on All Hallows Eve in some posh mansion. The host was apparently some well-to-do family of sorts that neither Rose nor her friends had ever heard of, and Rose was instantly wary of the situations as a whole. Not only did she not know these people, but it was entirely possible that her ex would show up- not that she'd know, as everyone would be in costume but that seemed to make her anxiety all the worse.

Eventually she'd agreed to go to the party though, and had gone out shopping for a 'costume'. She'd chosen a floor-length light pink gown, layered with soft fabric that came to rest just below her collar bones with a short-sleeved, light tan shrug with slightly puffy sleeves. It wasn't a proper costume, but it was beautiful and she decided it would be good enough. She'd finished it off with a red rose flower clip in her hair and a light pink mask that covered her entire face. The only people who readily recognized her during the course of the party thus far had been those who knew her personally- due to her hair, she guessed- so the gown had worked out just fine in the end.

A few hours into the party and Rose had to excuse herself from the onslaught of bad pick up lines and blatant come-ons from men with breath that smelled of vodka and whiskey. It had lead to her exploring the house a bit, the thumping music still making the antique wood shiver and the windows rattle about in their frames as she ascended the stairs to the second floor. It was there, wandering off down a random hallway that she'd spotted what appeared to be someone laying on the floor- a woman- with another person hovering about over top of them. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and she immediately knew something nefarious was going on.

Frowning, she stepped forward and called out to them. "Oi! Leave that woman alone! She's passed out an' I'm not above phonin' the police, mate, now shove off." When the person didn't seem to move Rose stepped in closer, her hands going to her hips. "I said, shove off!" When it still had no effect Rose let out a huff and withdrew her mobile from the top of her dress- only place she'd had to carry it- and flipped it open.

That seemed to get their attention, and the person hovering- whom she now recognized to be her mate Shareen- looked up at her with what appeared to be a straw hanging from their mouth. There was a dark liquid slowly dripping from the end of the straw, and Rose gasped as she saw a small open wound in the passed-out-woman's neck. "Shareen? The hell'r you doin'? You on somethin'?" She didn't notice that the girl passed out on the floor was also, in fact, Shareen- she was too busy gaping at the one standing up and walking toward her.

"Shareen, wha' is this? Is that... is that BLOOD?" Rose felt her stomach flip and 'Shareen' tore the straw from her mouth and properly hissed at Rose, making Rose's eyes widen in shock. The inside of Shareen's mouth was a dark crimson. This was very, very not good. "Oh my gods... Sh-Shareen, I think whatever you took's gone off, yeah? Did someone give ya somethin’?” Her friend just stared at her with empty, confused eyes as though she didn’t recognize her at all. A chill ran down Rose’s back as Shareen advanced closer, causing Rose to take a few steps backward. “Shareen... S'me, s'Rose."

Then Shareen lunged for her and Rose let out a deafening scream, turning around and legging it down the hall in the opposite direction with Shareen hot on her heels.