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mmeaninglessnamee · 6 years

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Every movie I have seen (as of August 2018)

Here’s every movie I have ever seen, at least the ones I’ve remembered, I know I’m missing some.

Moneyball

Harold Lloyd – Safety last

Marx Brothers: A night at the Opera

Marx Brothers: A day at the races

Marx Brothers: a day at the circus

October Sky

Monty Python’s Holy Grail

Monty Python’s Meaning of Life

Monty Python’s Life of Brian

The Fugitive

Field of dreams

Major league

2001 a space odyssey

Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory

Galaxy Quest

Star Trek The Motion Picture

Star Trek the Wrath of Khan

Star Trek the Search for Spock

Star Trek the Voyage Home

Star Trek the Final Frontier

Star Trek The Final Frontier

Star Trek Generations

Star Trek First Contact

Star Trek Insurrection

Star Trek Nemesis

Star Trek (Reboot)

Star Trek Into Darkness

Star Trek Beyond

Spaceballs

Blazing Saddles

Young Frankenstein

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre

Invictus

Shrek

The great escape

Big

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Home Alone

Where eagles dare

Rocky

Happy Gilmore

E.T.

War of the worlds (2005)

The Avengers

Captain America

Ed Wood

Plan 9 from Outer Space

The Sidehackers [MST3K]

Manos: the Hands of Fate [MST3K]

Juno

Indiana Jones Raiders of the Lost Arc

Indiana Jones The Temple of Doom

Indiana Jones Last Crusade

Indiana Jones The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Raiders of the Lost Ark: The Adaptation (1989)

The Hobbit (animated)

The Lord of the rings pt . 1 (animated)

The Lord of the rings pt . 2 (animated)

The Hobbit 1

The Hobbit 2

The Hobbit 3

TLOTR Fellowship

TLOTR Two Towers

TLOTR ROTK

Star Wars IV

Star Wars V

Star Wars VI

Star Wars I

Star Wars II

Star Wars III

Star Wars VII

Star Wars VIII

Harry Potter 1

Harry Potter 2

Harry Potter 3

Harry Potter 4

Harry Potter 5

Harry Potter 7-1

Harry Potter 7-2

Ben Hur (original)

Ben Hur (1959)

Fantasia

Fantasia 2000

Spy Kids

Spy Kids 2

Spy Kids 3

Pirates of the Caribbean

Pirates of the Caribbean 2

Pirates of the Caribbean 3

Blues Brothers

Anchorman

The Big Lewbowski

Mad Max Fury Road

Mad Max (Original)

Interstellar

The Martian

Finding Nemo

Toy Story

Toy Story 2

Toy Story 3

Monsters Inc.

A Bug’s Life

The Incredibles

Frozen

Ratatouille

Wall-E

Dunkirk

National Lampoon’s Family Vacation

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation

The Santa Clause

The Santa Clause 2

It’s A Wonderful Life

Miracle on 34th Street

Gideon’s Trumpet

V for Vendetta

Napoleon Dynamite

Elf

Olive the Other Reindeer

Superman

Superman 2

Man of Steel

Spiderman 3: Edgelord Peter Chronicles

To Kill a Mockingbird

Ocean’s 11

Men in Black

Men in Black 2

Slumdog Millionaire

My Cousin Vinnie

Transformers

Shawn of the dead

Jurassic Park

The Lost World

Jurassic Park 3

Jurassic World

Mrs Brisbee and the Rats of Nimh

High School Musical

Midnight in Paris

Godzilla vs Mothra or some shit like that, it had GZ and Mothra in it, ok?

(American) Godzilla

Back to the Future

Back to the Future 2

The Dark Knight

The Dark Knight Rises

Tootsie

Alien vs Predator

Casablanca

The Prestige

The Terminal

12 Angry Men

Minority Report

James Bond Live and Let Die

James Bond Casino Royale

James Bond Skyfall

Airplane

Airplane 2

Naked Gun

Naked Gun 2 ½

Naked Gun 33 1/3

Pink Panther

Inception

King Kong (Peter Jackson)

Hotel Rwanda

Groundhog Day

Ghostbusters

Ghostbusters 2

Ghostbusters (female reboot)

Caddyshack

Pan’s Labyrinth

Night at the Museum

The 3 Musketeers

Paul Blart Mall Cop

Cloud Atlas

The Sandlot

Armageddon

The Road to El Dorado

Chicken Run

Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Madagascar

She’s the Man

101 Dalmatians

20,000 leagues under the sea

Zorro (original)

The Absent-minded professor

Mary Poppins

Herbie the Love Bug

Herbie 2

My Side of the Mountain

Race to Witch Mountain

The Wizard of Oz

The Wiz

Honey I shrunk the kids

Honey we shrunk ourselves

Honey I blew up the baby

Cool Runnings

Angels in the Outfield

Field of Dreams

The Lion King 1 ½

The Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride

Inspector Gadget

The Princess Bride

Treasure Planet

The Rookie

The Simpsons Movie

Pokemon the first movie: Mewtwo Strikes Back

Pokemon 2000

Pokemon 3 Spell of the Unown

Pokemon 4ever

Pokemon Heroes

Pokemon Mewtwo Returns (technically a special, not a movie)

Pokemon Jirachi Wish Maker

Pokemon the rise of Darkrai

Pokemon Giratina and the Sky Warrior

Pokemon Arceus and the Jewel of Life

Pokemon Black

Pokemon White (80% the same as Pokemon Black)

Pokemon Kyurem vs the Swords of Justice (and that’s the most recent one I’ve watched)

Ice Age

Ice Age 2

Ice Age 3

Prometheus

Iron Man 1

North by Northwest

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Captain America

Ratatoulle

Love Live the School Idol Movie

Your Name (Kimi no Na Wa)

The Garden of Words

5 Centimeters per Second

The Place Promised in our Early Days

Voices of a Distant Star

Children who chase Lost Voices/Journey to Agartha (Hoshi o ou kodomo)

Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

Howl’s Moving Castle

Kiki’s Delivery Service

Princess Mononoke

A Silent Voice

Napping Princess [Ancien & the Magic Tablet]

Interstella 5555

Marie and the Witch’s Flower

The Sting

Apollo 13

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Rear Window

The Birds

This is Spinal Tap

The Iron Giant

The Hunger Games

Supersize Me

Africa Screams

Office Space

Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Freaky Friday (remake verson)

National Treasure

National Treasure 2: Sean Bean dies this time

The Da Vinci Code

Angels and Demons

A Christmas carol (old version)

A Christmas carol (the one with Patrick Stewart)

A Christmas Story

Oz the Great and Powerful

The Wizard of Oz 3: Dorothy Goes to Hell (cinemassacre)

Taken

Kung Fu Panda

Super 8

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

Talledega Nights

Crocodile Dundee

Crocodile Dundee 2

Romancing the Stone

Like Mike

Space Jam

Looney Toons Back in Action

Scooby Doo Ghoul School

Scooby Doo Reluctant Werewolf

Scooby Doo on Zombie Island

Scooby Doo and the Witch’s Ghost

Scooby Doo and the Alien Invaders

School of Rock

The Polar Express

The Bad News Bears (original)

The Dream Team

The Gods must be Crazy

The Gods must be Crazy 2

American Tale

The Dark Crystal

My Friend Martin (Animated MLK jr. history lesson thing)

Jakob the Liar (Holocaust story about a man in a ghetto claiming he has a radio, remake of a 70’s east german version of the same story)

The Devil’s Arithmetic

Man of Marble (1977) (Polish film)

Doctor Strange

Wonder Woman

U2 3D

A Hard Day’s Night

Help!

The Beatles: Eight Days A Week (touring documentary, 2016)

Yellow Submarine

UHF

Stop Making Sense

Mama Mia!

Valerian and the City of 1000 Planets

Il Boom

Lost in Translation

House of Flying Daggers

Edge of Tomorrow

Pacific Rim

The Post

Arrival

Evan Almighty

Bruce Almighty

Ace Ventura Animal Detective

Ace Venture Pet Detective

Despicable Me

Get Smart

Over the Hedge

March of Penguins

The African Queen

Girl, Interrupted

Gandhi

Around the World in 80 Days (Jackie Chan version)

Chicago (the musical)

Hugo

Journey to the Center of the Earth

Osmosis Jones

Cars

Les Miserables (2012)

Singing in the Rain

West Side Story

Mary Poppins

The General (Buster Keaton)

Little Big Man

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

O Brother Where Art Thou

Beowulf (2007)

Crash

The Maltese Falcon

The African Queen

The Rocker

It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World

The Same Moon (La Misma Luna)

Airheads

The Secret of Roan Inish

Dave

Charlotte’s Web

Babe

The Three Musketeers

Dr. Doolittle

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea [I do not remember this at all]

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs [I do not remember this at all, either]

101 Dalmatians

Aladdin and the King of thieves

Sweeny Todd

[That bad vampire movie I saw at a party in like 2012]

[That other MST3K sci-fi movie about the bodyswap]

Tekken: Blood Vengence

Jason Borne (2016)

Metropolis (2001, anime)

Pay It Forward

Sister Act 2

(some shitty bullying movie)

The Atomic Brain [MST3K]

Hairspray

Dallas Buyer’s Club

Seven Samurai

Magnificent 7 (1960)

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum

Cinderella (Disney)

Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998)

The Music Man

The King’s Speech

The Great Dictator

Oliver!

Kiss me Kate

Pirate Radio

Wrongfully Accused (Leslie Nielson)

(Huck Finn movie)

Bridesmaids

Modern Times

Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein

Metropolis (1927)

Funny Farm

The Black Stallion

National Velvet

Bionicle: Mask of Light

Arsenic and Old Lace

Unaccompanied Minors

Terminator

Isle of Dogs

A Quiet Place

Akira

Loving Vincent

Tangled

Hoodwinked

How to Train Your Dragon

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Ghost in the Shell (1995)

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Samurai Cop (1991) [Rifftrax]

Birdemic: Shock and Terror [Rifftrax]

Solo: A Star Wars Story

Oh Lucy!

The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Abridged

The Thief Lord

Breaking Away (1979)

Fright Night (2011)

Sharknado [Rifftrax]

The Incredibles 2

Mongolian Ping Pong

The Gold Rush (Charlie Chaplin)

City Lights (Charlie Chaplin)

City Slickers

(Escape to) Victory (1981)

The Phantom of the Opera

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Fireworks: Should we watch them from the bottom or the side? (2017)

Ed Edd and Eddy’s Big Picture Show

Jaws

The Color of Friendship (2000)

Flatland

The Wolverine (2013)

Codename: Kids Next Door – Operation Z.E.R.O.

Incredibles 2

Shawn the Sheep

Goodachari

Mutiny on the Bounty

Happy Death Day

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spamalot · 3 years

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Graham Chapman

Né à Leicester, Graham Chapman a étudié la médecine à Cambridge et à St. Bartholomew's, mais c'est sa participation au Cambridge's Footlights Club (où il a rencontré et s'est associé avec John Cleese) qui l'a conduit à une tournée en Nouvelle-Zélande avec le «Cambridge Circus». L’humour a dépassé sa carrière médicale. (Sa formation serait encore utile des années plus tard, écrivant des scripts pour «Doctor in the House».)

Chapman (avec Cleese) a écrit pour "That Was the Week That Was", "The Frost Report", "At Last the 1948 Show , "Marty" et "How to Irritate People".

L'humour surréaliste de Chapman était une extension de son comportement outrageant dans les lieux publics (comme lécher les pieds de femmes assises dans des restaurants). Cela a fourni une étincelle de folie ("Splunge!") Qui pourrait amener les idées comiques de Python dans la stratosphère.

Fils d'un inspecteur de police, Chapman jouait souvent des policiers déconcertés ou désagréables, et surtout apparaissait comme le colonel, qui interrompait brusquement les croquis ou fustigeait les acteurs pour être «trop idiots». D'autres rôles comprenaient le directeur du film dingue Irving C. Saltzberg, Jr .; un ministre de cabinet travesti; le président de la Royal Society for Putting Things on Top of Other Things; le Raymond Luxury Yacht portant des fausses trompes; Le révérend Arthur Belling de St. Looney Up-The-Cream-Bun-and-Jam; Sir Kenneth Clark, défendant son titre d'Oxford dans un ring de boxe; Oscar Wilde en compétition avec James MacNeil Whistler et George Bernard Shaw pour les bons mots; un sombre islandais colportant du miel; M. Neutron ("l'homme qui pourrait attraper des bombes H avec ses dents"); et, plus célèbre, comme premier rôles - Le roi Arthur et Brian - dans les deux meilleurs films des Pythons.

En dehors du groupe, la production cinématographique et télévisuelle de Chapman - «Yellowbeard», «The Odd Job», «Jake's Journey» - a été éclipsée par ses mémoires de 1980, «A Liar's Autobiography: Volume VI», qui racontait son passage à l'âge adulte, son coming-out, et sa lutte contre sa dépendance à l'alcool. Le livre est devenu la base d'un long métrage d'animation posthume, incorporant la lecture que Chapman avait faite pour son enregistrement du livre audio pour la bande originale.

Ayant survécu à l'alcoolisme et à la participation au Dangerous Sports Club, et servant de porte-parole pour les droits des homosexuels, Chapman est décédé des complications d'un cancer de la gorge et de la colonne vertébrale le 4 octobre 1989. Il n'avait que 48 ans. Depuis, il n’a plus jamais été en retard aux séances d'écriture avec les Python’s.

-David Morgan, 2014 (site web des Python’s)

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destructiveshade · 6 years

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Lightspeed: Chapter 10

Zxan was running to the tower where he had witnessed Alyss get shot. When he reached the spot where he had beaten the man to death, he went through his stuff. He checked his wallet and all the contents of the man’s backpack which was mostly just weapons and ammunition. Then he came across something that he recognized, but he couldn’t place where.

“Neo, scan this. I need the origin.” Zxan said hurriedly,

“Scanning… Sir, that’s the symbol that Liam Plake wears on his breastplate.” Neo responded.

“HellFire.” Zxan whispered under his breath. “So he knows we’re here. He must be the one who took Ms. Curren. But why?”

“Sir, I feel it’s necessary to inform you that there’s a pool of blood on the floor in the corner of the room.” Neo stated. The spot where the blood was stained on the floor lit up on Zxan’s HUD. He walked over to the corner and knelt next to the dried pool. He stuck his finger towards it and a needle slowly formed at the tip, which he used to scrape up some of the blood.

“Test the blood, Neo. I want to know everything you can possibly tell me about it.” Zxan said, angry that HellFire was most likely the reason Alyss was shot.

“Scanning… AB Positive. Slight natural iron deficiency. DNA matches three people in my databanks.” Neo replied.

“Who are they?” Zxan asked.

“The first is Ms. Assia Curren. The second is Mr. Howard Wayne VI. The third is Liam Plake.” Neo stated.

“So Ms. Curren is related to Howard? And they’re both related to HellFire? But how?” Zxan asked, shocked at the newly found information.

“Judging by the closeness of the DNA, I’d conclude that they are very close. Mr. Wayne is probably her father, or brother. Either that or Ms. Curren is his mother, but that is highly unlikely. Liam and Assia are probably siblings, or Howard and Liam are siblings.”

“Alright. This changes everything.” Zxan said, determined to get answers. He ran back to the hospital, and went directly to Alyss’s room, where he skidded to a halt. The suit flowed from his body back to the wristband, and he took a seat in a chair nearest her bed. He knew he needed rest, but he didn’t want to miss the moment if she woke up. He wanted to be there for her.

“Sir, I can keep watch and alert you when she wakes up or if anyone enters the room.” Neo suggested.

“Thanks, Neo. I need the rest. Alert me the second that anyone even mildly threatening enters the room, or when Alyss wakes up.” Zxan said.

“Yes sir.” Neo replied. And Zxan drifted into a deep, fitful sleep. He kept seeing Alyss getting shot. He thought he could protect her, but he was wrong. He was so wrong. He could hear her blaming him for it. He knew if she never walked again, she’d never forgive him, and he’d definitely never forgive himself. As he watched Alyss get shot for the 50th time since he passed out, he started noticing deeper details in the nightmare. He briefly saw a man. Standing twenty-ish feet behind Zork. The man was quick though. Almost too fast for Zxan’s eyes to keep up with, but he was sure he saw him. Then an alarm went off in his head, and it pulled him from his sleep.

He jolted out of the chair, plasma pistol already formed in his hand, and dove to the side while scanning the room for dangers. All he saw was nurse Nancy and a tall man in a white lab coat, staring at him in shock with their hands raised into the air in the, apparently, inter-dimensional symbol of “Don’t shoot”.

He lowered his weapon, putting his arm behind him and allowing the bots to flow back into his wristband, then got up off of the floor.

“Hello again, Ms. McKellin. Sorry about that, you can never be too careful in my line of work.” He said, almost casually.

“And what line of work might that be?” The man next to Nancy asked.

“Tax collection.” Zxan lied. After all, he couldn’t tell them he was a superhero. They’d lock him up in a looney bin.

The man eyed him for a second and said, “I highly doubt that.” Zxan just shrugged, continuing to hold his arm behind his back, and the man who appeared to be a doctor didn’t press the issue.

“I am told that you were her emergency contact.” The man said, pausing for Zxan’s reply, who just nodded. “And that you were contacted after a strange man that had a, quote, “Metallic suit of armor,” end quote, dropped her off in the emergency room demanding that she be seen. Is this information correct?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Zxan started, “I was just contacted and told that she was here with a GSW and that I should get here as soon as possible. Nobody mentioned a stranger metallic man, but I’m sure that’s because that doesn’t really matter when a life is on the line.”

There was a long pause.

“Wait, who are you?” Zxan asked the man.

“I am Dr. Velsin. The one who pulled a 9 millimeter bullet out of her spine.” The doctor said smugly, “Any idea how that got there?”

“Are you accusing me of something?” Zxan asked with that cold tone that Nancy had heard before.

“Of course not, but you did pull a gun out on us when we entered the room.” The doctor said, meeting Zxan’s cold stare. There was a long dead silence until Nancy got the courage to speak up.

“Dr. Velsin, we’re here to discuss the patient.” She said, forcing the doctor to break the eye contact that Zxan had been holding with him.

“Yes, of course.” He started, walking over to the foot of the bed and grabbing the clipboard. “Her charts show that she’s doing very well, and improving, but I’m not sure she’ll be able to walk ever again. We-”

“What?” Zxan interrupted.

“I said she may never walk again. But we need to perform more tests after she has woken up to determine the severity of the damage to her spinal cord.” He said flatly. Then he started to walk away, but before he was out of the door, he paused.

“You should also know that the authorities have been alerted. Standard protocol for gunshot victims.” Nelson said with a smirk, then he left the room.

“I didn’t want them to call the cops.” Nancy said hurriedly to Zxan. “If I had stopped them, I could lose my job and possibly go to jail.”

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m not mad, I understand. My mom’s a nurse too, so I get it.” Zxan assured her. “You’re okay.” Then he watched as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

He turned to look at Alyss. ‘What have we done?’ He thought to himself. He walked around the bedside and kissed Alyss on the forehead.

“Everything will be okay.” Zxan told her before collapsing into the chair once more. He fell asleep again, but this time it was a dreamless sleep.

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unboundtravels · 8 months

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𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 // Accepting

@tvrningout Asked: "in english, please?" // from nari to looney bc ma'am probably struggles to follow along all the time, but she's got the spirit!

"Ugh—!!" He groaned. Seemingly annoyed by the query specifically. He's been speaking english! How hard is this to understand? "Okay, okay, look." He held up this skull that he'd been holding. It was the size of maybe a basketball, at best. "This is the skull of the Fisher King. This big bad entity from the dawn of time." The Doctor explained, pointing to the base of the skull, "Right before the dawn of creation the Fisher King had this big army—" He pointed behind him, to several monsters that were lodged in iron bars, preventing them from making full chase. It gave them a few minutes to talk, but quickly in a sort of shotgun-style of dialogue.

"THOSE GUYS!!" The Doctor exclaimed, "And the Fisher King was super, super paranoid that his army was going to usurp him one day so he had a failsafe implanted into the base of his skull." The Doctor pointed to this metallic device jutting out of the skull, "Sends the little imps into a big ole rage that they can't get out of. They go carniviorous, wanting to devour everything in sight." The Doctor then looked toward Nari with baited breath, inhaling deeply.

"Now, the thing is— The Fisher king never quite got usurped! He died of old age." The Doctor explained, which almost seemed a bit anti-climactic, all things considered. Though the Timelord seemed to de-prioritize that as something he should be thinking about, "So, get this, right? The chip in his brain stays deactive for like... billions of years!! Which means the army remains dormant, super immortal ghoul like creatures remain submerged within this planet, unable to die but remaining dormant—" The Doctor then refers to people he might've met prior to getting Nari involved in all of this— things have been moving really fast, he's not even really sure how they got here in this position, together. "Until some archeologists— if you were around I'm sure you remember them, they were really important npcs or something— dug up the FISHER KING'S SKULL!! Activating the brain implant and causing the dormant army to reactivate!" He exhaled suddenly, before hearing the creak of the bars and seeing the ghouls begin to creep through with an ear piercing screech.

"Which means we've gotta run!! Now!!"

Without warning, he grabs her hand and YANKS Nari off down the open corridor they've been running down. The sooner they get into the open, the better.

#!!!. {in character | ic}#vi. {the looney doctor}#tvrningout #//Listen I hope you realize that I'm just tossing you head first into whatever crazy whacky thing I can come up with.#//Like. No brakes. At all.#//*Starts my car engine* we're going to hell. I'll take my car.

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unboundtravels · 10 months

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SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 21/23: TWILIGHT

"What about me?" "If there was something I could do about that, I would. I guess we're both just going to have to be brave."

It feels like it’s raining. Although the clouds hang in the way of the sun, there is still an afternoon afterglow… and yet despite the months still creeping through the midst of summer, the wind is still very cold today in the city of Freedom. There is an almost unanimous silence save for the howling and the whipping of the wind… the beating of the flags that flow through the breeze. The water of the fountain is still, and the lights are low. The world almost looks distinctly colorless… absent of the cool aftertaste that’d follow a pleasant warmth. The world feels more absent today.

The People of Mondstadt did not care much for Lady Eula Lawrence. Her bloodline was responsible for many, if not most of, the issues that plagued Mondstadt so fiercely into its present. To this very day, The Knights of Favonius were working hard to clean up the mess of those who had come before. Of those Knights was Lady Lawrence, who was fiercely dedicated in her pursuit of redemption… and yet she dealt every day with the harsh whispers of those who could not separate the past from the present… those who did not understand the ever-changing nature of the human soul and its relationship to time.

They were wrong about her. That is the truth of the matter. Eula was a beautiful soul, a kind and dedicated one. She looked out for those in need and did what she could to help the innocent. Considered by many of her allies to be a responsible friend and an excellent warrior, she was supported unconditionally by those under her command. Eula was the best of parts of Humanity condensed into one singular form… not bound by convention… solving her problems in a unique way and handling the world one day at a time. The people of Mondstadt were simply wrong about Eula Lawrence.

When the chips were down, The city of Mondstadt was threatened… when the whole of creation was threatened… Eula stepped forward, to act as a shield for her people and her home. She could’ve turned away, could’ve stood on the sidelines… but it was her nature and her responsibility to put her home first. There was no love lost between her and Mondstadt, but the fact of the matter was that there were people there who were counting on her, and she had to return. No one could fault her for that. Even if they’d fail, at least they’d fail together… and while they were together, nothing could dismay the Knights and their cause.

It feels like it’s raining.

It’s been a week since the threat of Celestia was quelled, and the people of Teyvat were freed from the confines of an oppressive destiny. The road there was not without sacrifice, however… and of those who stood and fought, not all came out intact. Among those who had fought and been claimed by the battle… was Lady Eula Lawrence. She died as she lived: Protecting those who meant the most to her. Her friends— the family she’d made after cutting ties with the clan that she’d disgraced. In the knights, she’d found new meaning and new purpose… or at least, the start of that new purpose, and she was happy. However, that would not stop her fellow Knights from mourning her loss.

The Funeral service ended an hour ago, and Outrider Amber stood near the entrance of the Favonious Headquarters, the wind biting at her skin. She wonders why it feels like it’s raining despite the absence of thunderclouds or rain. Perhaps Barbatos is allowing them to have the feeling and the sensations without the fuss. Amber is allowed to live in denial for just a bit longer, wiping away tears with her thumb as she shudders out an exhale. Despite the fact that the people of Mondstadt had cared very little about Eula, her last act of life had opened eyes and touched hearts. Everyone had been at her funeral… and she’d just escaped the fond wishes and condolences… but The Outrider’s mind was scattered.

The Captain of The Cavalry Guard and The Grandmaster had noted how distracted she’d looked… chalking it up to grief and attempting to comfort the Outrider over the loss of her friend. Although Amber had tried to explain with sincere genuineness that she was simply looking for someone in the crowd. She didn’t see him in the service, she didn’t see him in the wake, and even as the people exited the church and returned to their homes… she didn’t see him. She eventually, almost dejectedly, sat on the steps leading up to The Favonious Headquarters. A sigh escaped her, and her fingers grazed at a wooden box carefully. He was looking for The Spindrift’s companion, as Lady Lawrence had left one more thing for the one her heart belonged to. Amber was almost ready to give up until her eyes saw the crowd thinning… and there, walking toward the gate out of the city…

She was at first taken aback by the fact that she had failed to notice a man not wearing any black, wearing an outfit he’d wear as if it were any other day of the week. A green cargo jacket over a black T-shirt, fingerless cotton gloves, dark denim blue jeans, and high-top sneakers… with a messenger bag strapped across his chest. He had a sun-kissed complexion dotted with many freckles and hair that was swept into an almost bed-razzled look. The Outrider didn’t even hesitate to sprint toward him… to try and catch him before he vanished.

“Doctor!! Doctor—!!”

She stopped at his side, expecting him to turn away… but when he turned to face her, Amber was again taken aback by The Doctor’s complexion. The Doctor was a very bright individual, usually. With Eula, he was fiery and charismatic… but also on occasion, he was icy and powerful. He clearly wasn’t of this world, and he made no attempt to hide that. She was just taken aback by how neutral his expression was. Numbness, and with eyes that sagged very low. He looked no older than twenty-three, usually. Right now, however, those eyes looked ever so ancient… as if they’d walked circles around the universe thousands of times over. Perhaps this is just genuinely what the man looked like when he was distraught, though…

“I… didn’t see you at the service.” She started, trying to get any reaction out of him, any sort of sign that he was feeling some type of emotion. He looked like he was on autopilot, just blankly staring at her while he contemplated thousands of thoughts all in the span of a couple of microseconds. She wasn’t sure if she should really force him to stay, as he clearly was just stopping by out of respect for Eula. They had such an incredibly deep connection. In the few months before the catastrophe that recalled Eula home, The Doctor had appeared in Eula’s life almost like a sort of fairytale prince. He dropped from the sky, whisking her off into planets and skies unknown… showing her all sorts of things that defied the laws of logic and imagination. Amber knew, from the way that Eula looked at him…

It was love. In its purest form.

The Doctor needed Eula to find himself in a brave new universe, and Eula needed The Doctor to give her a home where she could truly detach from what defined her on Teyvat. The Doctor had a light in his eyes that ignited a fire within Eula’s heart. They were like sunshine, an unstoppable duo. Eula was gone though, and The Doctor was all alone, now. She saw the way that realization had cemented itself in his mind. She began to understand why The Doctor looked so numb, right now… simply by thinking it through, she saw a man who wanted to lock himself away from the world and cry because the world had become so much colder without his other half. Amber knew now that she should not keep him for long.

“She… wanted you to have this.” Amber found the words sticking in her throat, coming out through chokes. Completing this final request for Eula seemed to cement the realization in her mind that her friend was truly gone. “She—” Amber struggled to recall the details of what Eula had explained to her, about why she’d left The Doctor to return home. She was very vague, as always… but she seemed to allude to… the idea that… she had had no choice. “She knew this was very hard for you, Doctor.”

She saw his face twinge, and that was confirmation enough for her to know that he was not soulless, or on autopilot… but that he was bottling everything up to unleash in a space that was unrestricted and unjudging. She shouldn’t keep him, but she also knew that once he left… she wouldn’t see him again, and the idea of him having no one simply left her a little heartbroken. Amber choked on more words, but she forced them out simply because she knew he needed to hear it.

“She loved you very much.”

She saw another twinge in the face muscle. He acknowledged that but kept his mouth as tightly shut as he could for fear of breaking under the pressure of his own emotions. Hesitantly, he took the wooden box and wordlessly turned away from Amber. She had so much she wanted to say and yet she knew he probably already knew. She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, but he probably already knew that. She wanted to ask him if he was going to be okay but was sure he wouldn’t answer her. She looked for any indication that the man was going to be able to walk back from the edge and was scared to let him go because of it. Although her feet remained planted very firmly at the border of the gate… she watched that man walk toward the Police Box at the end of the bridge, entering it wordlessly.

The sounds of its engines echoed outward as The Box’s lantern began to flash… and the wind cleared so that it could fade away from reality. So many tears were slipping out, now. Amber’s hands remained clenched firmly toward her chest as she watched for a long moment as if she was waiting for something. All she could do was give a prayer to the wind that the man would be safe upon his travels, and that the spirit of freedom would follow him wherever he went. There was a light in his eyes that seemed to spread like an infectious warmth across the universe… The Outrider would be very upset if it went out… as would a great many others, as well.

The TARDIS was quiet. Its hum echoed out like the ticking of a clock in an empty room. Its lights were dimmer, the console quieter. The Wooden box was placed against one of the panels of the console as his jacket rested against the seat nearest to the console. The Doctor reached to flick for switches as the rotor in the center of the room sunk up and down. He wasn’t sure where he was going… but he was just going somewhere. His mind was buzzing with a silence that he couldn’t really describe. It was strange to be alone with his thoughts, especially when they weren’t uttering a single word. A heavy exhale left his chest through his nose as his eyes caught the box when it came into his peripheral.

He almost hesitated to reach for it, because he knew that looking beneath the hinges would cement the reality he was looking to ignore. As soon as he admitted to himself that he wanted to ignore it, he knew that he needed to face it. His hands found the box and he very slowly opened it. Neutral expressions immediately faltered beneath the weight of what the box held. Softened gaze began to tear up as brows furrowed together and a shaky hand reached in for one of the first items. His thumb traced over the glass texture of an extinguished vision. Eula carried it with her at all times… how could he not recognize it? His head tilted softly. It wasn’t indifferent to holding someone’s heart in your hands…

He slid the vision into his pocket, reaching back into the box to pull out the crest of her family. The Doctor had learned much about his human companion to learn about the crest of the Lawrence family, and how much weight it had carried. The fact that she left it for him seemed like a solemn admission that she had wished for more from him. His face softened again as he began to feel pain in his hearts over all the what-ifs that he’d missed. He wasn’t an idiot… he knew that what he’d had with Eula was more than intimate… but he began to feel pain in his chest over all the missed opportunities to tell her just how much she’d meant to him. Pressing the crest to his upper lip softly, he repressed more choked winces as he looked back into the box.

This next item nearly killed him. He almost hesitated to grab it. Inside the box was a Cecilia that had wilted deeply since she’d given it to him. He knew that he’d kept it close by on the TARDIS, but she must’ve found it and taken it away with her into battle. Now she wanted it to return to its rightful owner. The Doctor’s face had sunken into something so low and deep now that his head felt like it had a weight. When he touched the Cecilia flower, he had to immediately put the box down. It was sort of like touching something that had gone from warm to cold… the realization that there was no more life within an object was cemented by that transition.

The Doctor exhaled, shakily. Tears had begun streaming down his face as he looked toward the rotor. There was silence as he kept his eyes away from anything aside from The Cecilia because looking back at it reminded him of their last conversation. Heal yourself. The memories of every moment he’d ever cherished with The Lady Lawrence crept into his mind and seemed to make every passing second more and more painful… and the tears came down in an abundance that left him a bit blind from the blurry vision. He wiped away the tears with the base of his palm and slid the flower into the control panel of the TARDIS. With his hands empty, he just stared up at the TARDIS rotor and let the tears stream down until he could get a handle on himself. Sometimes he’d stop, thinking that his emotions had finally calmed, only for them to start again. So there was a long silence, where The Doctor stood in silence over the controls and felt his eyes darting across the console room before eventually, he felt himself restraining enough to at least sink back into numbness. He heaved another sigh before he moved to look at where the monitor was taking him. His fingers traced against the vision in his pocket for a moment as his thumb flicked through the monitor’s scans. He needed to just… get back on the road, again. His eyes caught Cecilia again and eventually he just… stared off, again…. Toward the wall. The room felt much emptier without her, and when the realization that Eula Lawrence was truly gone sunk in…

The Console room was deafeningly quiet now. Save for the sound of the engines and the distant sound of the hum. He exhaled, looking down at the controls. History was repeating itself. Of course, it was. It always did. For a moment, sorrow melts into a deeper resentment of himself. The Timelord rests one hand in his pocket whilst he flips various switches and twists various dials before the second hand is deposited into his opposite pocket, and he's left just staring.

Imagine having the power to change whole moments of history. To alter the very fabric of reality. Imagine having the power to move heaven and earth for ordinary people... but never being able to use that power to save the people who really matter the most to you. Imagine being left with a gaping hole in your chest every time you re-enter this console room by yourself, knowing the home someone else had made for themselves was within yours... and realizing that life has just gone back to the bitterness of what it had been before.

The last time he was alone, he was wearing someone else's face. He had made connections, gained new titles, and lost just as much. He'd endured pain, suffering, and heartache. He'd seen the top of the mountain, breathed the clean air of victory, and lived out a wild dream of passion and joy.

Only for it to be back to how it was when he was at the bottom of the barrel. He'd done so much to come to peace with what had happened, with where he'd gone and what he'd done. He'd regained his title, come to terms with his fate, and he'd even conquered destiny itself. Or at least, he thought he had. Never had he been so humbled before, and the price of his arrogance was this.

The loneliness.

This is what it feels like to be The Doctor. Not the joy or the happiness of the never-ending thrill, but the crushing lonely bitter sadness that comes afterward. The sound of silence in a place people once called their home ringing through your ears. The pain of knowing that you had the power to save the people you cared about, but choosing to do your duty as the last of your kind instead. To maintain the web of time. Humbled again by the beast you'd thought you'd conquered: time. This is what it means to be The Last of The Timelords. Everlasting loneliness throughout all of time and space.

All he can do is endure. It's all he has left.

He exhales, heavily.

"Goodbye, Spindrift." He remarks as he leaves another chapter of his life behind.

There'll never be another like you.

#!!!. {in character | ic}#vi. {the looney doctor}#unboundnovember #//I miscalculated just how many drabbles it would take before we got to looney #//so these last two drabbles need to show his entire character arc #//from his rise to his darkest hour to his comeback album to his farewell tour #//shit man Looney has an emotional rollercoaster #//and arguably Looney has the best companion arc throughout his season #//somehow every companion ties directly into his own character arc in some way #//From Eula's desire to runaway through the boundless unchecked cosmos paralleling Looney's unrivaled confidence at his new regeneration #//to Jean's desire to find balance within herself mirroring The Doctor's own trials regarding the balancing of what it means to #//be the last of the timelords and the Doctor #//Gaia and Looney's parallels are a little harder to nail down imo #//but honestly vee and I are in kind of this subtle agreement that Gaia and Looney #//are more or less about finding bravery and courage within finality #//as The Doctor realizes his curtain call is coming #//Gaia has to prepare herself for her own final battles and encounters once she leaves him #//but we'll cover his respective companions THIS WEEK #//BECAUSE THE ANNIVERSARY IS THIS SATURDAY #//AND THE LAST TWO DRABBLES ARE COMPANION DRABBLES

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐕 & 𝐕 and how can I talk about Looney Intros without talking about @vonerde? I made this brand new one just now because the original intro I made for Vee had audio issues, and I've hated it ever since. Remade this one, and stole the title from their finale together right off a real season finale. Used a new theme to represent how these two final seasons Looney has is just as much about him facing his past as it is facing his future through Gaia (and how his effects on her life will eventually lead him to meet Charlie once he's Pink) the ultimate change. The Ultimate sacrifice. Perfect for the angst me and Vee thrive off of.

#???. {out of character | ooc}#vi. {the looney doctor}#666. {intro edits}#vonerde

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"Gaia's putting spells on people??? I didn't know she was a WITCH?"

#vi. {the looney doctor}#{CRACK}#{DASH COMM.}

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕 | @vonerde

Red. Red as far as the eye could see. Slopes of orange sand melting with browns and deep grey rocks formed a unique wasteland that seemed devoid, and empty. Only the howling wind echoed out, causing great big dust clouds to form near the horizon, whilst a faded grey and orange sky hung in the air. The sun, ever-present across every planet within the Sol System, seemed tinier. Such was the fate of Mars to be farther from the sun than the planet Earth. It wasn't like anything here on the planet would mind, as the landscape seemed devoid of all life. Or at least... it seemed to... initially.

WHOOSHING & GROANING echoed out across the landscape, causing clouds of dust to blow out. Due to the nature of Mars, the materialization seemed warped in some way, quieter. While it sounded higher pitched in some areas, the sound seemed delayed. It was muffled. Finally, though, The TARDIS finished materializing with a loud thud. The lantern pulsed very quietly before finally settling, the lights of the worn and battered police box were colored with a faded amber, as were the windows. Eventually, the doors creaked open and a heavy boot pressed against the sand.

More orange! But this time from The Police Box, and with little hints of black and yellow mixed together, whilst a tinted visor stared out along the landscape. A loud chuckle echoed out, excitement muffled by the helmet. "Hohohoho!! Yes! Oh, lovely! I knew those readings were right." 𝘛ℎ𝘦 𝘋𝑜𝘤𝑡𝘰𝑟 exclaimed, not unlike an excited puppy being released out into the wild for his daily walk. The Doctor turned toward the Companion accompanying him today. "Got everything on snug there, Champ?" He inquired, standing in front of her to make sure all the straps and buckles of her space suit were on tight. "The TARDIS airfield protects us for a bit! But once we get a certain distance, we'll be totally exposed!"

He reached to make sure everything from her yellow helmet to her automatic oxygen supply was attached. They can wander around as long as they like, thanks to some equipment from the TARDIS that allows them to have bigger on the inside air tanks. Enough oxygen for small cities rests on their lower backs. The Doctor gives her a thumbs-up before smiling excitedly. He then turned toward the planet and held his arms out wide.

"Miss Gaia Val'lurra—! Welcome to MARS!"

#!!!. {in character | ic}#vi. {the looney doctor}#vonerde

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I'm just thinking about OT3 shenanigans featuring Looney, @vonerde, and @pinkminxed of like. Looney has to "bail" them out of jail, but it just has the vibes of one of those jailbreak cutscenes from Red Dead Redemption, except it's just Looney coming up with progressively more and more convoluted excuses concerning how Gaia and Nina ended up being arrested— "Stealing someone's motorcycle after causing a public disturbance at a local bar??? What??? Nooo— They were secret FBI agents in a high-speed pursuit, here's my identification—" Using his stupid bullshit psychic paper "—Come along agents you'll get a swift slap on the wrist for such dangerous LAW-ABIDING work."

BUT LIKE— THERE'S ALWAYS A CATCH!! This was a headcanon in disguise about how The Doctor will always look for an excuse to drag his friends into something with him.

Looney, Gaia & Nina two seconds later: *Disarming a bomb in the year 4,000 because two aliens are having a war over a four-foot patch of grass.*

#???. {out of character | ooc}#vonerde #pinkminxed #vi. {the looney doctor}

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SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 23/23: VALE

In the 25th century, The Doctor faces off against The Daleks one last time.

Featuring additions made by @vonerde

The War’s not over, yet.

As much as he wishes it was, it isn’t. Even after all this time, they always survive. After everything he’s lost, everything he’s fought for. The only thing he thought the endless sacrifices were good for, was that at the very least… The Daleks were dead and gone. Sure, there was the odd survivor here, the wounded soldier there, but that’s all there was. Remenants, scattered traces of what once was. Memories.

Two Billion Daleks currently orbit the broken remains of Earth in the 25th century. At the very top of that food chain lies the worst of the worst of them. The Dalek Emperor. Histories collide again on this day, as both The Dalek Emperor and The Doctor had been present at the beginning… when he’d been sent back to avert their creation. Only to fail miserably. The Drone who’d shot the creator, the father, went on to wear the crown himself. Shakespeare in Dalek form, he’d always thought.

He thought he’d seen the last of The Emperor on the final day of The Time War. His flagship had been destroyed, his daleks had been crushed. Yet here they stood, an army built out of the bones of humanity. Only one atom in a trillion was fit to be nurtured by The Emperor. That was what he’d said. They were abominations, half human Daleks driven mad by their own flesh. By the years of isolation under the mad king.

He’d sent Gaia away, already. He’d had no choice. “Get me that thing I have in the console,” He’d said— before sending her away. He knew he couldn’t let The Emperor have The TARDIS, and he knew that if The Daleks’ had found Gaia, the power they could get from harvesting just a single drop of her blood could spread chaos all across the universe. Perhaps more then in just a metaphorical sense, too.

Right now, he was assembling something he’d wished he’d never have to assemble— a delta wave. A subatomic pulse, boosted by the power of the space station The Daleks are currently slaughtering their way through. One push of the trigger will activate a pulse that’ll engulf the earth. Instant lobotomization of every living thing within it’s radius. Genocide. He had tried to reel in the range of the wave— but he didn’t have the time. He barely had the time to assemble the delta wave— but he’d manage to pull it off.

Suddenly, the doors blow off their hinges. Smoke fumes in from the doorways, legions upon legions of Bronze Daleks entering as The Doctor scuttles to his feet near the trigger of the Delta Wave. Sweat is matting his forehead. Classic Daleks with Jean? They were no sweat, they were pushovers. He was composed, then. Time War Daleks? Just one of them could wipe out an entire planet, an entire solar system. An army of them had him erratic. The emperor, who’d hijacked every screen he could find— a legion of eyes staring at him.

“NOBODY MOVE!!!” He shouts, his voice almost tearing in his throat as it echoes through the control room, his fingers tightening around the trigger, “If any of you PEPPERPOTS think about moving even an inch closer to me, I’ll turn you all into SPACE DUST!!!” He doesn’t know if he’s ever been this angry before. He’s not angry. He’s afraid. He wants himself to see red so this can be easier. He’s shaking.

None of the Daleks are moving, every eyestalk is staring at him. His eyes are flickering across the room, and he’s unable to stare at anyone in particular before the emperor’s voice suddenly speaks quietly toward him.

“Then do it.”

Silence. The Doctor swallows thickly before blinking in surprise.

“It’d kill you, you’d die with it. Don’t tempt your own fate—” “I am the blessed King of kings and Lord of lords, who alone has immortality.”

“I will never die.” The Emperor says, and The Doctor can feel it reverberate throughout his entire body, “Then why? Why do you want me to push this button? You know I’ve done it before!” He has, on the day he wiped out all his friends, all his family, all his people. Stella. They’re all gone. He wraps his hands around the trigger, ready to wipe out every single last Dalek off the face of the maP… but they want that, don’t they?

“I want to see you become like me. To curse and sin upon the canvas of this portrait, to leave the same stains that I and my children leave.” He seems triumphant, declaring The Doctor’s new title with grandiose.

“HAIL THE DOCTOR. THE GREAT EXTERMINATOR.” The Emperor declares, “Which face will you wear today, demon? Coward or Killer?”

His blood’s never ran this cold before. His stare goes absent for a minute, as he feels thousands of eyes on him. All he can hear right now is the sound of his own heartbeat. This is the kind of man he is, now, isn’t it? The man who walked away from the Time War soaked in the blood of two races. He thought his journey through life since then was to step out of the shadow… but maybe he never wanted to. Maybe he liked having that victory over his enemies so dearly that he enjoyed any opportunity to take it back.

You would make a Good Dalek. The first words spoken by a survivor, back before he had this face. It had shocked him then. It shocked him now. The Doctor’s hands were clammy, his breath shaking before he eventually takes his hands off the device, stepping away. His hearts in his ears, as if the choice to stand by his morality is harder then killing the rest of The Dalek Empire. It really is, though. Isn’t it? Killing is easy. It’s why The Daleks exist.

“...Coward.” He decides, then and there. “I’d rather be a coward.”

“The Bulk of Humanity will be harvested. My choir will sing across the cosmos. It will be on you.”

“...You can’t win ‘em all.”

That’s what’s been following him around, all this time, wasn’t it? His song. His chapter. It’s all going to end soon. He’s going to die. Maybe he should just embrace it, and he inhales deeply, realizing now that’s just so tired. He shrugs lightly.

“What’s to become of me, then? Am I worthy enough for a pair of wings?” Sarcasm, even till the end. “You are my greatest sin. I will be rid of you on this day.”

“You keep talking and talking.”

At the very least, he won’t give them the satisfaction of eye contact. He closes his eyes and holds his breath, hearing every twitch of the gunstick.

Until he was suddenly blown off his feet by the powerful sensation behind him. The Blue Box unnaturally returning to where it had been before he’d sent it away. The Doctor turned away in shock as it fully solidified. The Daleks backing away in fear as The Emperor screaming out, “YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE, DOCTOR!” All the while, The Timelord’s face was filled with confusion.

With a powerful blast of raw energy would the blue doors of the TARDIS fly open. Dark brown hair coursed through the air like tendrils, agitated by the newfound power that found home within her. It felt like a rush when she looked into it. When she saw it all. Memories of the past she didn't know and visions of a future she couldn't know spread through her mind like a wildfire, consuming everything in its wake. The burning sensation that ensued began at the base of her neck, struggling down her spine until she felt something awaken. Energy that had been long deemed forgotten bloomed within her like the first flower after a harsh winter.

Azure eyes were drowned out in the light that escaped from her orifices, transforming her into a being that might resemble Gaia in appearance but differed greatly from the way that she carried herself. She observed the scene unfolding before her, gaze trailing from the Doctor to the bronze Daleks surrounding him. And finally, her eyes met that of the Emperor. Almost agonizingly slow would she raise her arm, index finger pointing at the screen with her facial features unchanged.

"YOU."

Her voice was no longer soft, echoing from every conceivable direction and penetrating the senses of each being able to perceive this display of cosmic power.

"I am your end. You shall no longer harm."

The Squid on the screen trembled slightly, not of fear but of anger. His singular, mutated eye squinted in at The Abomination before him, his voice boomed in offense over her threats. Though he did not attribute them to anything, despite the power he bore witness too.

“Only I will decide the end!! I am The TRUE GOD OF ALL LIFE!!!”

But The Doctor spoke first before either of them could. He moved to sit up, having been blown onto the ground from The Goddess’ emergence.

“Gaia!!” He spoke out, concern spread over his face. All priorities had shifted toward what was happening to her. What had she done?! His voice is so soft, and he almost reaches out to touch her, but the heat of her power causes him to hesitate. “What did you do..?”

Her gaze remained fixated on the twitching squid shown on the screen before them before violently ripping itself from it. With a crack of her neck would she angle her head towards the ground where The Doctor was kneeling. Her features softened and for a split second, it seemed like something within her eyes shifted. Grief. Anger. Fear. A mixture of it all was displayed upon her face as she answered to his desperate pleas. "I looked into the TARDIS." Her voice was gentle. "It showed me everything . . ."

And now he looked at her with fear. Not out of fear of her, though— but for her. He reached out again, desperate to hold her— but the energy that was coursing through her caused his hand to recoil when he touched her, palm littered with burns as he fell back a bit, but scurried back onto his knees—

“Gaia— No!” As if it was wrong of her to do something like that, “That’s time! Time and Space! Your past and future are running through your mind right now! Everything you ever were and will be! And for someone like you, that’s—” Now there were tears, “Why would you do that?”

"Because I have to do it." Her eyes softened more and perhaps, if she could at this very moment, tears would spill from her lashes. But she can't. Not right now. She has to be strong. She has to let this burning feeling consume her until he is saved. "I have to save you. I saw . . . " Lips quiver, canines sinking into the plush flesh until she was sure to taste blood. "I have to do this, Doctor."

“This is an abomination. The Snake within my garden.” The Emperor decrees, one of his drones aiming their gunstick at the goddess, “EXTERMINATE!!” The Drone cries out, “DEATH TO THE FALSE GOD.” It cries out as a ray of blue energy fires out at her.

Immediately, her neck cracks back to face forward, features freezing in the icy depths of the power that was encapsulating her soul. One of her hands shoots up, creating an impenetrable barrier between herself and the undeniable fatal shot that would have awaited her.

"You have no power here."

“YOU CANNOT HURT ME.” The Emperor protested, “I AM EVERLASTING.”

"SILENCE!"

Gaia's voice bounces off the walls like a stray bullet, finding its target immediately in the crevices of their rotten flesh. "Your imitation displeases me." Her voice softens, unneeding of the previous edge. She knew that her existence alone would cut through his mutated muscle like a warm unsharpened knife through butter. Without hesitating any longer or entertaining its spiel, the divinity would raise her arms letting the energy course through every inch of her. It would know its target when it found one.

"I shall show you what a real god can do."

And so, it was done. The raw energy fell from its mortal vessel into the air, spreading like vines throughout the atmosphere until it found its victims. Like a cluster of serpents would they infiltrate the metal casing of the Daleks, penetrating the mutated flesh of its operator. The power was uncaring for any resistance or cries, seeking carnage. Seeking release in the grotesque muscle that felt as resistant as a leaf as it pierced through, relishing in the squelching of meat as it had no other choice but to give into her demands. Slowly would it impose its own rules upon the mutants, releasing energy into their wounds not meant for their degraded selves.

The power took root within them, letting them feel the power of the wild for one split second before it ripped through their bodily tissue. Green vines sprouted from every inch, growing and growing without an end in sight. It would not stop. No, they had to be fully consumed by nature. They should be honored to become a vessel of it, overgrowing the mutated flesh until the metal casing of the daleks popped open. A cacophony of raking vines penetrating every inch of tissue and horrid screams filled the air and yet, the goddess would not flinch. She would not even blink. Her eyes were permanently glued to the grotesque gore before her, feeling the power slip into something darker before the vines started to wither away. It would take the daleks with them. The rot would fill up their bodies, crevices teeming with black ooze as it slowly drowned them in their own decaying fluids.

“I… WILL NOT… DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE—”

It was like one last cry of desperation before he is torn apart by the roots that Gaia imbued into him and his children. Ripping apart and withering, choking the life from the Emperor before the saucers surrounding and housing the many Daleks within them began to crash into each other, for they had no one left to pilot them— a series of explosions around the moon made it look like there were fireworks. The Doctor, even though he could not see the chaos, could visualize it thanks to the rumbling in the station. His eyes took in the chaos, seeing how she was continuing to wither them into dust.

“Gaia.” He spoke now, trying to reach out to her, “Listen to me, you need to stop now.” He tried now to get back up onto his feet but felt crushed by the weight of the room. The power that was flowing from her was more than anyone in their right mind could handle, even her. “You’re going to burn! Your mind! It can’t handle all this power!”

The goddess feels relief coursing through her veins whilst listening to the last cry of the Emperor, though, her facial features barely show it. She cranes her neck towards the Doctor once again, gaze softening as she listens to his desperation. "I was always going to burn, Doctor." She says, tears brimming her lashes as she feels herself gaining more control of her body. "It was my destiny. This is how I save you… How I save everyone." A pause. "I was born for this."

“No!” He immediately protests, reaching out to her. “No, Gaia! Not like this! Never like this! You’ve got the entire time vortex running through your mind. You’re becoming the very foundation that reality is built on, and that’s not supposed to happen! You’re going to die.”

She feels it. The finality of death rushed towards her like a train without a conductor. "Death…" The goddess repeats, eyes trailing towards her hands as they continue to glow with the blinding blue that had infected her entire being. "My head hurts, Doctor …" She whispers in a meek voice, feeling the weight of it all crash down on her. "I'm scared…I'm so scared."

His gaze softens somewhat, “I know.” He speaks, because of course he does. They might not come from the same place, and they might have different stories— but they’re the same. He sees that in her, the same plights he faces. The curse of immortality and the endless years droning on and on. It’s hard. He stands now, on both his feet. He gets as close as he can to her, but it burns. He moves to hold her, despite it. His hair also floats somewhat, but only because he’s having a hard time standing this close to her. There are visible indications of pain from him, though. So. Dying. Like that, they meant. Okay. That’s fine.

“Let me hold you, dear.”

She feels herself slip. Not physically but mentally. A tiny smidge of freedom lingers behind those words, behind their very existence. Gaia sees the power attacking his own flesh and skin and for a brief moment, the goddess hesitates. But she feels weak against those feelings that are starting to float to the top. The tears no longer brim her lashes, instead falling freely down her cheeks as she lets herself fall into his grasp. It's an embrace that she knows. It's an embrace that she's always gonna know.

"Thank you, Doctor . . . " A sob breaks through her words. "Thank you for being my friend."

“It was my honor.” Truly. As if he’d do this for anyone else but her.

Lips press against hers and it feels like he’s swallowing a star. It burns, but he has to push through. He has to take the power from her and give it back to the TARDIS before he loses too much of her. So he takes it and takes it. He can feel every single cell screaming at him to stop until they’re split to the point of bursting. By the time he finishes ripping the power from her, she’s unconscious in his arms, but he continues holding her regardless.

Seeing time and space. He lives that way, constantly. So it’s nothing new, he’s simply trying to survive the experience. His body glows with an intense power, some of it from The TARDIS, some of it from Gaia. When his eyes snap open, they’re flooded with that same blue energy that game from hers, but he seems more calm and collected. He seems almost in a trance. As if obeying a silent command, the TARDIS doors open and he exhales starlight back into his ship…

Until his eyes go heavy and his skin goes pale. He almost stumbles again, but his eyes trail down toward the Goddess in his arms, and he exhales firmly. No more burns litter his body, as if they’d never been there at all. He takes another long inhale and his eyes open, flashing gold for just a moment.

It’s starting.

The doors to the TARDIS slam shut behind him, the Police Box fading. The remains of the once great Time War being left in its wake. The howling engines echoing out quietly…

And the goddess dreams, the whole time. Of a song that never ends.

“She’ll be fine.” The Police Box sits atop a roof in a metro area, back in the present time. The Doctor standing outside of it, hands in his pockets. “A little scatterbrained after the first couple of weeks, but she’ll be fine.” He refers to his passenger, who he’d left on the couch in the apartment of the only person he could think to take her to. “She just needs some bed rest.”

Python's gaze trails from the unconscious body of his master towards the Doctor, almost as if he couldn't believe what was happening. He hadn't seen her in so long. It felt like looking at a relic. "I understand." He presses through gritted teeth, hands steadying himself upon the railing of the roof. "And…" His attention flutters back to the other guest of his home. "What will you do now?"

He inhales deeply, staring out at the blue sky now. Gaia’s downstairs, asleep. She probably won’t even remember what happened, but he prefers it that way. He exhales, rolling his shoulders as his hands rest in his pockets, “Collect my reward.” He mumbled quietly, fishing the key to his police box out of his TARDIS. Wordlessly, he turns away… but he stops, his eyes squinting.

“Y’know…” He turns back toward Python, tongue pressed against his cheek. “She saved the universe. Billion years from now…” He gestured to the sky, to where the moon would be if it was nighttime. “I think that’s worth a second review.” He didn’t know much about Python and Gaia’s relationship, but he knew it was strained. If he was parting from her now, the least he could do was leave a good word in for her.

Python's expression turned to one of shock at the other's words. Grey eyes widened at the revelation as his grip upon the metal railing tightened somewhat. There was a moment of silence as his gaze trailed downwards, observing strangers as they went on with their daily lives. Billions of lives . . . A small smile tugs at his lips before he raises his head to look at the Doctor once again. "That's what she does. That's what she's always done." He mumbles, feeling a memory of the past creep up on him. "She never stops helping… I don't think she would know how to."

But then, another thought came to mind. "She will not see you again, right?"

He squinted softly, “Maybe.” He left it vague, “I don’t really know. I hope so.” He remarked but left it brief. He hated goodbyes. The Door hung open halfway as he remained with one foot in the TARDIS and one foot outside. He gave the young man a weighted smile before his head tilted quietly.

“Goodbye, Python.”

"Goodbye, Doctor."

Even if it was goodbye for Gaia and Python, he still had more he needed to do. People he had to see, faces he had to burn into his mind before he went. It was hard, holding back the change for as long as he was doing it. He was sure that would come back to bite him, eventually. Right now, all it was doing is causing immense pain and an increased body temperature. Sweat was slicked to his skin, and he looked so tired. He needs rest. Rest can wait, for now… he had a bucket list to cross off.

His first stop was back to the land of contrasts, where he dropped a sneaky tip off to an informant regarding Fatui movements in the area, all of it suppressed under the Tianquan’s nose. Of course, she never saw him— not until he was already back at his Police Box, giving the first face his eyes ever saw one final look and a heartfelt wave.

His next stop was a visit back to the city of freedom, to watch an old friend get sworn in as Mondstadt’s official Grand Master in place of the absent one. He watched the ceremony, and let her lock eyes with him one last time before she too, received a farewell in the form of a casual wave and a soft smile, before finally that Police Box vanished one last time.

Though his second stop, also just so happened to be his final stop. This time, however, it was snowing. The chilly air against his burning skin helped relieve some of the tension in his body. He couldn’t be that far away from the TARDIS, because now he was having a hard time standing up. He drew his hood over his head and exhaled firmly, knowing that he couldn’t be seen. He rested in against the shadows underneath the winery… just… simply waiting.

He shouldn’t have come here. He knew he shouldn’t have. He inhaled deeply, turning back so that he could try and start his walk back to the TARDIS. Pain shoots up his side, though. It causes a small groan as he leans against the wall, holding his hip in pain as he feels his vision start to blur. He feels like he’s going to collapse, but something pierces through the noise— causing him to focus, stabilize, and shake off the pain.

“Are you alright?”

It’s her.

She’s standing right behind him, he turns to face her— barely. He’s hidden away enough in the shadows so that he can’t be seen, his hood still drawn over his features. He chokes out words, through excruciating strain.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. I… I just… had a bit too much to drink.” Hearing her voice was good enough. “Do you need any help getting home?” Instantly. Without any hesitation.

“N-No— No, I’m not that out of it… I just… I was catching my breath.”

She seems to buy that, for now, at least. She sighs, and he knows she’s smiling. “I understand, just make sure you get home safe.” She requests, and he lets out a soft sigh, “Oh… Absolutely. I’m wiped.” He laughs it off. It’s been a day. He can hear The Captain laugh about it too, only a bit more softly.

“Then I hope you sleep well, it sounds like you should rest.”

His eyes soften somewhat, and he smiles.

“I’m planning on it.”

He stands up straight, giving her a wave, “Have a goodnight, Captain Lawrence.” He turns to face her, to see her face from the shadow. That icy blue hair and those dual toned eyes. Patrolling the streets in the midnight snow because she longs for the chill of dragonspine. Only a couple of months before she’ll be sent on the mission where she’ll meet him. He hears her tell him goodnight, and he watches her go back to her patrol.

When she crosses the corner, he feels another rippel of pain shoot up his body. He keeps it more contained as to not re-alert Miss Lawrence. He starts his stumble back toward the TARDIS. He’s whimpering softly, making it around the corner. The TARDIS was only a block away, but it felt as if he had to walk the length of a football field just to get there. Just… push on… a little longer.

He makes it about half the distance before he falls onto his knees and lands on his chest. His legs have just given out, and he’s feeling the strain of having pushed his regeneration off for too long affecting him too much. Every breath is replaced with a wheeze. His head is spinning round and round as if his head’s been put into a blender.

Until that song of the universe begins to creep in, as if he can hear the atoms of the universe singing to him. A telepathic song? From across the cosmos? It feels like he’s had his telepathic range extended somewhat. A last gift from his departed cosmos? The ability to hear the universe’s lullaby? It causes him too pick himself up and carry himself onto his feet, The TARDIS within sight. Cold sweat is pouring down his forehead, but he knows he needs to persist.

“Silly old universe.” He gives it a quiet chuckle as he begins to make his way toward the TARDIS, “The more I save the universe, the more it feels like it needs saving.” He mumbles quietly, “But you’d get it all wrong without me, wouldn’t you?” He chuckles quietly before he arrives at the door of The Police Box. As he fishes his key out, he wraps his fingers around the door handle of the exterior.

“What’s one more lifetime, eh Old Girl?” He smiles softly, “Won’t kill anyone… Except me.” He chuckles dryly before he finally shuffles into the warmth of the TARDIS, shutting the doors behind him. He can hear that song growing in his mind as he looks towards the console. Already he can feel the TARDIS stabilizing him somewhat, allowing him to complete the walk toward the console. He rests his messenger bag on the coat rack, for once, and approaches the console.

“Let’s remember the fundamentals before we trade it off, shall we?” He chuckles before yanking down the TARDIS take off lever. That last action of strength causes him to groan in pain— but he hears the whirring of the TARDIS engines as he looks up toward the ship. One sharp inhale echoes out before he exhales, “Never be cruel nor cowardly… that’s the promise.” The Doctor’s hands trace over the console as he walks around it, one last time. “Laugh hard, run fast… Be kind…” His face softens towards the TARDIS, looking up.

He can hear his song swelling towards it’s finale. What could he possibly say right now, while he’s on his own? This pressure is terrifying. His hand twitches softly, and he waits for someone else to fill it… but he isn’t sure who will. He knows he has to be brave… say something brave. He's going to be fine. So why does this time feel so hard? He chuckles, looking down at the floor for a moment. He’s overthinking it… and he knows it. He just needs to—

His song stirs for a moment. His eyes drift up.

“Doctor,” He speaks aloud… “I let you go.”

It’s starting. His hands begin to glow this bright yellow. The energy swirling around them, like heat from a flame. The skin pulses with a powerful, vibrant glow. Now, his hair swirls around him like tendrils, as the golden energy ripples off of every part of him. It grows in a powerful vibrant color that only grows more and more intense. The Doctor’s exhales and inhales become increasingly more harsh and harsh as the light swirls further and further towards its tipping point. Eventually, he takes one final inhale, to hold his breath. The light grows until its breaking point—

His head snaps back and his arms stretch outwards. Golden energy explodes off of his body, like rocket fins. Flames of regeneration spit across the console room, causing a discharge of power as explosions and flames pop off of the console. Wires snap off, and some of the pillars crumble and snap apart as The Doctor regenerates. The TARDIS exterior windows even break and explode, the Police Box spinning as it begins to spin wildly through the Time Vortex.

The Doctor is immobile, stuck standing in place with his eyes locked toward the ceiling. Every single atom in his body recycles itself into a new state as he feels the energy begin to warp his outer layer, his physical body. It’s extremely painful, the bones and muscles rearranging themselves. His eyes finally shut as he releases the exhale he’d been holding onto the whole time— only to hear someone else’s voice come out as the change occurs almost instantly.

The Doctor spins, a whole 180-degree spin after the glowing golden energy suddenly ceases. He wobbles a bit, somewhat taller. His hair is a bright flamingo pink and his eyes are burning gold. His skin is somewhat more paler and his body is a bit more curvy. He looks from his hands to his body, feeling every inch of himself that he can before finally spitting out words.

“Legs!!” Beat, “Well— at least I’ve got those.” He groans before moving to look at his hair, “And— what on earth?! Pink!? Who’s been introducing shrimp into my diet!?” He curses outward before he’s suddenly flung into the console due to a chain of explosions that causes the TARDIS to rock around roughly.

“Oh! Yes, right— Wasn’t I just doing something?” He looks down at the console, “Fixing the chameleon circuit? No— wait—” His finger suddenly raises, “Yes! Yes! My apologies! We’re crashing, aren’t we!?” The Doctor exhales, his fingers flying across the console as The TARDIS spits itself out into real space, rocketing toward a familiar blue planet.

“Right! Yes! Of course!!! We’re crashing!!” The Doctor laughs suddenly.

Of course… Because the adventure never stops, does it?

#!!!. {in character | ic}#vi. {the looney doctor}#vii.{the pink doctor}#vonerde #unboundnovember #//WHOO!#//THE LAST DRABBLE OF UNBOUND NOVEMBER #//NEEDED TO END WITH A PROPER SCENE #//THAT JUST #//REALLY SOLIDIFIED WHAT THSI BLOG WAS ABOUT #//THANK YOU VEE #//COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU!!!#//YEAYY!!!#//HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOCTOR WHO!!!!!!!!#//60 YEARS!!!!!!!

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SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 20/23: SUNRISE

A post regenerated (Looney) Doctor enters The TARDIS after a trying ordeal. Inside, he attempts to situate himself after the change concludes.

She stands there on the corner of an empty street. The sunlight bakes her wood, causing her to have an aged, rustic look. Her blue has faded into a darker color. She's decided she wants to wear an aged, faded look. Her windows were a pale yellow, her text and lamp scratched and worn. Despite her rustic appearance, she's still the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes on.

He's still wearing another man's clothes. Now he's maybe a few inches shorter, though. He's holding a thick cotton black coat, wearing a baggy faded sweatshirt and loose trousers. He'd already kicked the boots off a while ago. His skin was lit with a blush, his cheeks dotted with the odd freckle here and there. His eyes were bright and brow and his hair was long, wavy, and brown. He hadn't had the time to change because he'd been forced to wake up prematurely and attend to some planet-saving business. That was done now.

"I like your new look, old girl." He compliments, before fishing out the key and pushing the door open. Once inside, he was bathed in a warm, aquamarine glow. His eyes take in the circular shape of the new console room. "Oh," He cooed, "I really like your new look." He moved to step up the raised platform, hands tracing the rusted railing before he stepped up onto the first of two raised platforms leading to the console. He's impressed by the organic pillars and the wall-mounted platform. The TARDIS felt very mechanical in this form, with a splash of patchwork to make her feel more handbuilt. That made the connection between himself and her more intimate in that regard, he thought. It felt like she wanted to feel pride in him. Switches felt placed in familiar positions that made it feel like he himself had constructed the craft.

The rotor was pretty. The crown jewel of the console room. Steeped in a blue glow that gave it a beautiful contrast with the amber walls. The loose cables were a lovely touch, while also feeling needed. More powerlines indicated increased power. He draped the coat of his previous incarnation over the hydraulic raised car seat near the back of the console. He stepped toward the console, his hands clicking and twisting various switches that seemed to prime the engines and the console. He exhaled, "Ohoho... I know I hear ya, I hear ya." He replies to the purr of the TARDIS engines. She's ready to take off. Before he can even begin priming the engines for take-off fully— he moves to step away from the raised platform, down through a small hatch-like door leading into the corridors.

The Wardrobe was a multiple floors, with a rotational staircase leading up to the rest of the floors. He climbed up it immediately, heading toward the top floor. He intended to work his way down, and on his way up he began removing the rest of his previous selves clothes. On the top floor, he started with pants. He grabbed a tight pair of black jeans and socks. On his way down he grabbed a black T-shirt and a pair of sneakers, high tops. Near the final floor, he grabbed a green cargo jacket and a messenger bag. By the time he reached a mirror, he was more confident in his appearance. His hands were in his jacket, but the messenger bag helped his look appear firmer, tighter.

With his new look, he moved to click various switches that warmed up the engine. A buzzing on the console attracted his attention. The console deposited a Sonic Screwdriver, the latest model. Retrofitted with all the current upgrades and a little extra. The Doctor squealed excitedly, "Oh! A new one~" He grinned delightfully, like an excited, manic puppy. It was copper, with bits of silver. It's bulb was green. Holding it by the quartz handle, The Doctor aimed it. The button was housed in a black leather midsection. The bulb glowed an emerald green. He tossed the Sonic Screwdriver, letting it spin before he caught it again and slid it inside his inner breast pocket. "Thank you, sexy~" He winked at the console before standing away.

"We've got so many places to go... So many stars to see." He grinned brightly, that light in his eyes seemed restored. A light that had once been gone seemed rejuvenated, restored. He was eager, ready. He waited though, at the front doors. He leaned against it, the console. Perpetually caught in silence as he waited for his friend. Despite it all...

He'd still rather head off with someone, than no one. And she'd endured so much.

She deserved a few more trips.

#!!!. {in character | ic}#vi. {the looney doctor}#unboundnovember

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏 Looney gets a couple of intros. I like to have a couple of different variations for this intro. This is the main one. It was first made for Eula's birthday (I will spare Hina the @ this time) but then I switched it around and made it the official series 1 intro. I like the colors. And I like using the early 2005 Gold theme. Yeah, it's just the 2005 intro recolored. Sue me. I like it. AND JUST IN TIME FOR THE REGENERATION SCENE.

#???. {out of character | ooc}#666. {intro edits}#vi. {the looney doctor}

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SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 19/23: PHYSICIAN HEAL THYSELF

Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead, Zagreus sees you in your bed, And eats you when you're sleeping. The Doctor confronts a god of anti-time that is using his companion as a host.

He's going as fast as he can. His hands race across controls, the TARDIS chasing after a smoke trail that's threatening to rip her apart. The TARDIS and its engines groaned, wheezing, screaming. Sparks and flames pop off the console. The Doctor, worry painted across his face— finally begins landing the TARDIS. It was difficult to follow this trail, like a smoke screen that was fading quickly. Once she landed, though, The Doctor yanked one of the monitors in front of him, The Doctor stared at what the exterior was showing him. The TARDIS creaked in a manner that made The Doctor hush it quietly.

"I know old girl... But we've gotta push the line. I've got to try and talk to her."

He saw on the screens, a woman standing amidst the centerpiece of her nation, her home. In the harbor, she stood, her hands outstretched as green energy ripped apart the buildings and the marketplace stands. Aging them to dust, causing them to fall and crumble. Her hair floats upward as if she's underwater. Bright, emerald green eyes glowing, with cracked skin around them— more energy shining through them. Her teeth are sharp, and he sees even from behind... this is not his orchid. It is Zagreus... an ancient god of anti-time, a threat locked away by Rassilon herself, for she feared it would grow too unstable. He has to get out there and talk to it.

He's got to get out there.

When The Doctor steps out of The TARDIS, it's about a block away from where she is, her hands still outstretched. Green energy spins around her forearms as claw-like hands grip the air. The entity is wearing her body like it's a summertime dress and she's having a night out on the town. The Doctor knows though, that if it wears Yelan's body for any longer, it'll kill her. It's killing her now. Zagreus mumbles under her breath as she rips apart the home her host cherishes.

Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead, Zagreus sees you in your bed, And eats you when you're sleeping.

Guards rush her with their spears. Without even looking, she reaches out. The energy seeping from her hands wraps around the lead guard. It forces him to his knees, skin beginning to shrivel into nothingness as Zagreus drinks his years like a fountain of water. Her glowing green eyes blasting him into dust once he's nothing but a skeleton. The rest of the guards drop their weapons, fleeing fore their lives as the entity turns back towards the city. More emerald flames unwind the city into nothingness. No one can stop Zagreus. It's eternal. Forever. It will never die.

Zagreus at the end of days, Zagreus lies all other ways, Zagreus comes when time's a maze, And all of history is weeping.

Finally, he stepped forward. Pushing past the cyclone of energy manifesting around Zagreus, The Doctor shouts out. "Listen to me!!" He tried to get its attention, but it did not listen. Forever did it mutter it's own poem. It swept its arm aside, The Doctor being blasted back off of his feet and tumbling across the ground. With a loud groan, he got back up to his feet and pushed back toward the entity. "Listen! Listen— You have to stop this." He tried to plead with the entity, but Zagreus spoke in a language that The Doctor could not understand and with words and riddles from a childhood that had long since been ruined and forgotten. Here he was, confronting a nightmare from his childhood, out of his depth... unsure of what to do or what to say. He stepped back onto his instincts. To plead, to reach out. Zagreus ignored those instincts.

Zagreus taking time apart, Zagreus fears the hero heart, Zagreus seeks the final part, The reward that he is reaping.

"That body is dying!" The Doctor pushed, regardless. Did the ancient being care about that, however? Not really. What they saw, what they were witnessing, was an opportunity to take control, to take the energy of the imaginary tree and the leylines running deep underneath the ground of Teyvat. There was a higher power rooted deep within the soil, pulsating strongly and they were searching for the source. The source that was higher than any of the mere archons, than simple gnosises, or Celestia. Stronger than The Timelords and their ancient secrets. It was They were hungry for more. Hungry for everything that the atom had to offer, and more. For the fabric of the universe itself, she wished to soak her teeth against it.

This body was fragile, but it was powerful. The Orchid had a strong mind that took more effort than Zagreus had shown before, and more than a long time to corrupt and put to sleep. Locked up, put away, and silenced. She was asleep in her own mind. The energy that glowed through the crack of human skin was stronger, now --- they were getting frustrated. Eagerly, she kept searching. The Timelord persisted. She tuned him out quietly, the destruction increasing as it focused on trying to expand its field of anti-time, to rewind the planet into nothing and consume the leftover residue of what had been prior.

Zagreus sings when all is lost, Zagreus takes all those he's crossed, Zagreus wins and all that it cost, The hero's hearts she's keeping.

The Doctor could see it, that frustration. The quickened speech patterns. The clenched fingers. Her head rolled back, and he stepped forward. "That body is dying and you know it, don't you?" He stepped closer, as close as he could. Zagreus turned, fingers tightening around The Doctor and forcing him down to his knees. Like the guard, she began to steal his life energy. The Doctor hissed in pain, watching his hands begin to wither and age. He saw wrinkles, and any outsider would see his raven hair beginning to turn silver. Still, The Doctor persisted through a withered and weak voice. "That's ... why you're frustrated. You're running out of time and no one's giving you the attention you crave."

The small iota of simplistic sentience that inhabited Zagreus would've been thoroughly entertained to watch this timelord being forced to take the life of his own beloved. It would've been the most child-play to survive despite the body being destroyed, after all. Though it would've been more enjoyable to see The Last Timelord breaking himself again. The way he gazed at her possessed form as though there was nothing they could do. Zagreus was like a parasite, eating up her life force bit by bit.

Zagreus seeks the hero's home, Zagreus needs the web to rip, Zagreus sucks time at a drip, And life aside, he's sweeping.

So when the other spoke, it twitched slightly in frustration. They could feel parts of the vessel's mind reactivating, attempting to overpower it. Sickly green hues glowed brighter, and a hiss could be heard from the back of their throat. Running out of time? No, even as the body is done, they could find a new one later. but they do want a higher source of power. They need to focus on ripping apart this world, as its energy could not only save this body but amplify Zagreus' own tenfold. It continued to drink The Doctor's life force, forcing his physical body to rise from where it had been, in its mid-thirties, into its seventies.

Zagreus waits at the end of the world, For Zagreus is the end of the world.

The Doctor knows he has no other options here. He has nowhere to send Zagreus. No magic box to lock it away in, nothing to fight it with. With his age still rapidly increasing, he makes a wild gamble. Standing up despite Zagreus' powers beating him down. The entity's gaze narrows for a moment, the green energy sweeping through him as he takes another step forward. He passes the threshold that would push his physical body into the eighties, just at the moment that he grabs Zagreus' wrist. Passing the threshold into an age that causes him to look like he's reached his nineties, The Doctor looks into Zagreus' eyes—

"Take mine." Even at this physical age, there's still so much Zagreus could feed on. If it gave the lifeforce back that it'd already stolen, it could get a temporary power boost that it could use to finish ravaging the rest of Teyvat. He was glad Yelan was asleep inside that mind of hers because she wouldn't like what she'd be seeing.

She would have told him what others already did, to put her down. That it was hopeless. There was nothing to could do. She would have told him to let her life be lost along with the entity itself. That was the sacrifice she was willing to make...

But it wasn't a sacrifice he was willing to make.

The entity quivered with excitement. Zagreus' hunger for power became more apparent the more the timelord was speaking. The extended hand, the offer, the temptation that rose with all the energy they could feel from this one.

A perfect vessel did a timelord make. The darkness that lurked at the corner of this one's mind like his, the broken gaze, the smell of blood tainting his hands. The way he was responsible for the many deaths of his own kind. The memory --- another hiss came from its throat. The way their very being was consuming Yelan's lifeforce was slowing down as the glow of green energy began to extend and merge with the tar, black aura that circled around the informant's frame. It formed a shadow, a large, towering one that almost split the air itself.

"URK--!!" It was like some kind of virus, slipping into his frame and consuming him whole. Ingesting itself into him and soaking him. Like oil being consumed by a flame, he could feel the entity eating at him like a hyena to raw meat. It was feral, primal-- and it hurt. Zagreus wound The Doctor's clock back, reverting his physical body's age back to the state it had been before it had stolen his life force. His eyes filled with that green, and he screamed out, turning away from the informant, that collapsed on the ground.

Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead, Zagreus sees from the stars, And SAVES YOU FROM THE MONSTERS.

Zagreus' fingers taint, and the green energy begins to pollute into a golden color. It stepped onto it's feet, walking toward the ocean as the green energy it had released began to seep back into the host body. Damage that had been done to the city began to rewind as Zagreus' hand waved back, golden energy repairing all that had been lost... returning those who had been drained back to when they had been. Anti-time converted back to real-time.

Zagreus at the end of days, Zagreus lies all other ways, Zagreus goes when THE DOCTOR COMES, And ALL THE WELL'S BEEN POISONED.

Zagreus screams out as The Doctor brings his hands over his face, golden energy totally engulfing him as rejuvenating flames ate at the green, like antibodies fighting the virus, something was flushing the entity out of his system. A self-defense mechanism that the entity had unknowingly activated: He's sacrificed himself, for her... in more ways than one. Deeply inhaling and ripping his head back, green energy extends out of him... before flushing to golden... and rippling through the sky like a spring miss that deteriorates... The Doctor fell to his palms and exhaled.

He moved to sit up softly, palms resting over his knees as the timelord chuckled. "I am getting too old for this kind of stuff." He sat up, seeing how people came from their homes, to see what had happened, unaware of the last few seconds that had transpired.

He turns, immediately stumbling onto his feet with a soft whimper and a pained groan before he exhales... allowing himself a few seconds for the pain to wash away before he looks down at the unconscious orchid. It's like beauty sleep. He tucks an indigo lock behind her ear before he swings an arm under her leg and back and picks her up. It hurts. To hold her... but he'll bear it all for her. That's his duty, after all. He carries her back to The Police Box, the TARDIS taking off soon after... disappearing before anyone can confront him on the things that had happened.

On the floor of The TARDIS, the informant's eyes fluttered open. Sitting up, she held her aching head and looked toward the console. There, by the flight panel, stood The Doctor. He was hunched over the console, as if deep in focus as he piloted his ship. It took her about five seconds to realize she actually felt rather rejuvenated, as if something had been yanked out from her, but replaced with something better. She moved to stand.

"Ugh..." her head was heavy, and her thoughts clouded as though there was a fog settled within. "What ... happened ... ?" She let out another pained groan, feeling around her and felt ... warmth. Again. That same enveloping warmth she had associated with home. The TARDIS ... they were back in the TARDIS? Somehow, she couldn't think properly. Had the TARDIS woken her up...?

Her vision was still slightly blurry, but once she registered that she was within the TARDIS, there was only one name that left her lips.

"Doctor...?" "You took your time. Snoozing like a kid after the amusement park."

She watched him stick his tongue out at her. It was unusual how cheerful he was right now, perpetually smiling. It was unnerving. She looked around, "What happened to... The Master? To Zagreus?" She tried to remember the last few events. Something releasing from slumber? Passing... The Knave? Or was she The Master? Those details were fuzzy to her, still.

"I don't blame you for forgetting. Bit uneventful, all things considered." A thought he mused aloud, a summary of events and of what had occurred throughout their adventure following the entity. The Doctor couldn't help but smile at his own joke. Quietly, he stared, like he was painting some kind of picture with his eyes... taking a mental photograph. Eventually, he looked away from her. She inspected all his subtle facial motions. Uneventful?

"But—" "Did you know there's a planet where the ground is made entirely out of diamonds?"

He changed the subject so quickly, and Yelan had a hard time just accepting that. She stared at her hands, both her hands, flexing them as though they weren't even hers. Even though she felt totally healed, the agony of what her body experienced hadn't disappeared completely. The residue of it had totally abandoned her, and she struggled to figure out why.

Her eyes flicked up to him silently.

"What did you—"

And that's when it happens. For just a moment, a cascade of golden energy flickers across his skin and features. His hands coil into his stomach and his head leans downward. He almost falls. However, he has to pick himself up when he hears her coming upward in response to the flash of light and the hiss of pain he lets out. His voice is cautious, not angry-- just... cautious-- but nonetheless... he makes this next point clear. She moves, instinctively, to rush at him—

"STAY BACK!!!"

If it weren't his voice that halted her movement in place, then that flash of golden energy would've done so in his place. His voice ... she had never heard him speak like that to her before. She had never seen him this way before.

It was terrifying. it was terrifying. They had been together for so long, long enough for her to know him inside and out. He saw this, and he calmed down... immediately. He moved to straighten himself up a bit, leaning on the console slightly. His hands held his stomach and his head lulled to one side, as if he was having a hard time standing. He referred earlier to how he'd tried to change the subject.

"I guess I'm not very entertaining today. Maybe It's time to close my set." He mused, chuckling. "What's happening?" She was stern. He needed to stop playing around.

He looked toward her, inhaling very deeply and preparing himself for the explanation. "Zagreus was using you as a host. Nobody's meant to have that much anti-time in them... it's a pollutant. It kills the cells..." He heaved, exhaling. He wasn't going to shift blame or make excuses. He looked her dead in the eyes, "I snatched it out of you... by the skin of your teeth too." He chuckled before his face straightened. Here comes the hard part.

"I'm dying." He said suddenly. "I took the creature on and flushed it out... but it ravaged every cell in my body." He watched every word drive a knife into her deeper and deeper. The revelation made her blood turn cold. She couldn't get to him even when he was curling into himself, and it hurt. The word... dying... rang in her ears, so loudly that her fingers started to tremble. Her eyes started to tremble, too, irises quivering and pupils dilated.

He watched her go through the few stages of shock that could manifest in her. A woman who felt no fear, seemingly fearing for his life.

"You ... — You can't ... !! you — " Her words came out in a stuttered choke. They were spilling down her cheeks and she was trying to feel any other emotion than rage or sorrow. "What did I say!? What did I tell you—" She shouted before she cupped a hand over her mouth.

Never sacrifice yourself for me. I'd never forgive you if you did.

She tried to get words out, to speak. She couldn't. She didn't sound like herself, she didn't think she would recognize those words and voice as hers, either. The bottom of her eyes was burning when the realization dawned on her. That sacrifice. dying. Why? Why do people keep --- her fingers curled into fists and she stared at him through shaking aquatic gaze, demanding answers.

"There must be something ... — something you could do ... ! Do something ... Doctor!!" "Yeah!!" He exclaimed at her as if he'd been waiting for her to finish, "I'm doing it right now!"

He saw confusion befall her face, he couldn't help but chuckle wistfully. His palms briefly radiate with a golden light. His veins briefly flush with a white energy. It's calming him. He speaks slowly now, calmly. It eases her panic, and she can't exactly figure out why. He looked at her very deeply, the woman who made him whole again. His wife. She had such an arduous challenge- fixing him. She managed to put every piece back together the way it should be. He'll worship her forever, for that.

"Timelords have this... neat little trick, a way of skimping the ferryman." He chuckles weakly before stabilizing himself, trying to stand up straight and look her dead in the eyes. He has a hard time still not curling into himself. His smile fades though, "It..." He has to figure out the easiest way to say this. "It means I'm going to change." He says very firmly as if it's unavoidable.

The way he found a way to diffuse the stressful, anxious tension had always been something that could yank her back to reality and pull her out of any state of panic. Even through the swirling thoughts and fear that was going through her mind, she heard him. It proved effective once again as her aquamarine hues to meet his crimson ones. her gaze was still quivering, it was shaking even more when she looked at him. However, his words halted her. Change? What did that mean? Change?

"Change ...? What—" "And before I go—"

Focus on me. His tone says, and that softened gaze hits her again, smiling softly at his lips as he tilts his head. He's going to be fine, he knows it... but if she's not fine, then he won't be fine, either. He knows it. He can feel it. She sees his face twitch, but he continues smiling softly. He exhales, blinking softly at her before exhaling. "I just want to say one thing." he shrugs. Maybe a couple of things, actually, he thinks to himself. He exhales bitterly, feeling the warmth beginning to run up his body. She starts to see the glow on his hands grow more powerful... and so he hides his other hand over the brightest one... He eventually suppresses it.

"Yelan."

Already he could see that she hated this. He was right. She could remember exactly the last time she was forced to face this kind of situation. Though it wasn't the same, the informant remembered the feeling of dread and helplessness. She didn't like it, and she knew that The Doctor her husband recognized the same fear appearing in her eyes. That was why he wanted her to focus on him. To not think about what was going to happen, to not dread the inevitable. He was telling her to look at him, to focus on him, to remember him.

Her heart throbbed as she burned the sight of him through her teary gaze. She remembered well the last time she shed tears, and she remembered the way she vowed to herself to never cry for the same reason again. For the sacrifice that someone else made for her survival. She didn't want that. She didn't want to be the one who lived.

Then he continues speaking. The effort he's expending just to speak to her... It clearly hurts him to speak. He powered through it. He made sure he was standing tall enough to be able to tell her this. It was hard, but he needed to say this all, really— as clearly as he could. "I just want to say, Yelan that..." He exhaled. Could he really fit all the things he had to say about how wonderful she was into such a few short moments? He found a way to convey his feelings.

"I did what I did because you are wonderful, Yelan." Shamelessly. "And I would've made the same choice every time." Pridefully. "And... well, you know that it's..." Awkwardly.

He looks down at the ground. Her brows furrow. She thinks he knows what he's going to say, and that makes her heart stop dead in her chest. Not now. Don't choose this moment now, to say it. He finally looks her dead in the eyes. Ruby meeting aquamarine. She sees finally, now, just how tired he looks. He's ready for a very long sleep. She could see... the weight he was carrying. That weight she'd asked him about. He was letting it go and with that... he was choosing now to confess it to her. He looked up...

"...You know why I did it." At the very last second... as the glow intensifies. Her eyes widen. Of course. Of course, he'd do something like that. Even at the end, he won't be the first one to say it. She approaches him now, the heat of his body stopping her halfway as she reaches her hand out to him. "No!! No, no!"

She looks at him, tears spilling out. She knew why he did it, she wished that it didn't have to end this way, however. She wished it would end differently. She wished it wouldn't end. Her hand reached out despite knowing she couldn't reach him. Tears she cannot control spilling her face.

"... Please don't change." She begs. Don't leave me.

His glow is intensifying. Hand, face. He's beginning to pant. She reaches for him, and he thinks about reaching out. He moves to unlock his hands, to uncurl from himself. He moves to begin to reach out to her...

"Listen—"

BOOM.

Snapping backward suddenly, a mass of light appears in the TARDIS. Like Rocket engines, golden energy pours out from The Doctor's hands and head. Energy consumes the entirety of The TARDIS. It gets so bright, suddenly. Any visible part of the skin has essentially become a source of light, and light rays spill out from exposed areas of clothing. Even from where Yelan is, she can feel a heat irradiating from where The Doctor stands... until it eventually totally envelops him.

Something begins to happen... almost like some kind of... shrinking? Yelan has a hard time making the details out. The Doctor seems to be shrinking. His face and hands are getting... brighter. His hair is getting fluffier? Brighter—

FWASH.

The light suddenly evaporates, as if all of the energy pouring out of The Doctor just stops. Like a faucet. Someone else is standing there, now. The young man stumbles forward. He's a little... innocent-looking, and he has big... fluffy brown hair that spikes out as if it's been freshly ruffled. His skin is sunkissed, and there are freckles dotted all across his skin. Big brown eyes blink out underneath distinct eyebrows while pursed lips accentuate confused features. Those new eyes look out everywhere as if they're taking in old sights for the first time. He wobbles a bit, as if he doesn't know how to use his legs.

The spy's expression was stuck at that frozen one, stuck in the in-between of grief and shock, still freshly experiencing that loss while burning the reality of everything into her mind. a blink, as she took a step forward. her aquamarine hues trained on the other. was he still in pain? what is—

He's wearing The Doctor's clothes, but they look like they're meant for someone one size bigger than the size he's wearing. They don't slip off just yet... but his hands are smaller, so a metallic clang echoes against the floor, unheard by the pair. The individual standing before Yelan simply stares wide-eyed at her. He winces suddenly...

"...Doctor..?"

He suddenly takes a huge inhale, leaning back against The TARDIS. The Informant lurches back a bit at the reaction to this. He suddenly speaks, and his voice is higher. It's different. He's wearing the clothes of The Doctor and yet this man is totally different, and he—

"I FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE!!" He suddenly moves to suddenly backpedal. She realizes now that he looks very drunk. He circles his hand through the air, "B—Because..." He stops, patting his chest. "Do... Do all lungs look like that? That's such a weird shape." He suddenly points out.

The TARDIS suddenly lurches forward, aggressively. The young man slams against it, looking down at it in confusion before he suddenly starts flicking at the controls. Yelan leans forward. He seems to know what he's doing, for the most part. She shouts again as The TARDIS starts rocking, and spinning. "What's happening!?" The Spy calls out, and the stranger's tongue pokes out of his mouth suddenly, as if he's in focus.

"Er— Everything's... It's all fine! I just—" He suddenly looks at her, brown meeting aquamarine. Yelan waits, in impatient anxiety, as he tries to force his question out.

"Do you know how to fly this thing..?"

...Great. Just great.

#!!!. {in character | ic}#lunaetis #vi . {the looney doctor}#v. {the goth doctor}#unboundnovember #//Okay Hina didn't directly collaborate on this one #//but she did give the final seal of approval #//a remastered version of that one final thread we did.#//LOONEY WEEK STARTS NOW

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