how's your smile doing today, desert bluffs? nice and w i d e ?
in case anyone was wondering where i’ve been. the answer is my personal and making this loser
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get to know me meme: → favourite male characters [ 1/5 ]: mister clever from doctor who
❝ incorporated. yes. unfamiliar pulmonary set-up. nervous system hyperconductive. remarkable brain processing speed. ❞
tiiniestlifeboat
"…I’m not sure if it works. Some piercings would have looked better.”
Surprisingly I wasn't going for aesthetics.
tiiniestlifeboat
"So… it’s just like some weird accessory?”
Of a sort.
tiiniestlifeboat
"That’s it?”
There's also a few flashing lights.
[ His fingers drum against the metal he holds. Metal that's been shaped into a pair of curving handles, meeting at a vaguely humanoid head. The neck and downwards, though showing signs of once existing, no longer do, leaving wires dangling unconnected. Soot streaks one side, masking the metallic glare. It takes him a moment to turn towards the newcomer, though chances are that he took note of them long before. ] What.
tiiniestlifeboat
"I mean— what does it do?”
Beep mostly.
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♛ [ what up yo. ]
Music can say a lot about the other person. Send me “♛” and I will post a starter based off song I’m currently listening to.
"You have a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the centre of your skull I’d have matching halves. That’s very important.”
- - Did you miss the asymmetrical metal embedded in my face?
And d d d - - - - now.
[ Whatever he was referring to doesn't manifest, though the smile spreading across his face certainly does.]
What exactly do you mean by that?
PSA: if somebody likes a problematic/unhealthy ship but doesn’t try to defend the problematic elements of that ship and simply enjoys it in a fictional/narrative context with all of it’s fucked up ness and you attack them and bring their personal morality into question for shipping it, you are the asshole in that situation.
UPDATE: this goes for characters too, assholes.
wants 2 write
doesn't want 2 write clever
doesn't know what 2 write instead
xnotpossible
"I’ll send him a message, somehow, when you’re gone. Something that could only possibly come from me.” And she wasn’t going to think about what the message could be now, just in case he decided to send it out himself.
"And if that doesn’t work… well, that’s my problem. I don’t need the Doctor looking after me all of the time."
Anything that could only possibly come from you could easily have come from me. [ He points out, a ghost of a grin spreading. ] Access to your memories, the ability to calculate your responses, it would be a doodle to fake your message.
--- And the Doctor would know that. [ With as little exposure that he's had to this version, he sincerely doubts that he would miss a detail such as that. ] - - - You're bluffing.
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[ He mentally ruffles at the suggestion that they’re alike in any way, especially when it comes to something so against his nature as surprise.
But he can pass that with help of the image she’s thinking about. The one she’s almost /projecting/. ] Is he trusting you to...
No. [ It's quick, the announcement of his decision. Outside of Clara, he currently has no place to go. His sole Cybermite was currently burrowing its way deep into the TARDIS, an insurance policy that he would, at least, continue to survive. ]
He's not here. He doesn't have your back. He had no way of knowing when you've /solved/ this problem.