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She raised her shoulders in a shrug. "Figured I'd give it a try. Not keen on being little, though--Eyebrows doesn't know how good he had it," she said wistfully.
The Doctor's face darkened for a moment.
"Made in bad taste, probably. Sorry. Lots has happened since I saw you last--need to keep in mind what's acceptable conversation."
She served herself some spaghetti.
"I've been home. Things---happened. It's gone again."
She shook her head, dismissing the thought, and pulled out a bottle of wine. "Care for a drink?"
@missysrehabilitation
At the time, having a biometric scanner attached to the Vault's lock had seemed a good idea, until the now-blonde Doctor realized that she'd forgotten to add a chronolock just in case some future version decided to pay a visit.
Having finished updating the software, she waved a hand over the lock, taking the brief moment while she waited for the door to open to steel her nerves.
"I've brought a picnic!" the Doctor announced. She smiled broadly. "Some spaghetti, some wine, some sugar mice--and probably more that I've forgotten about!"
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thirteen's era appreciation: 391/?
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The Doctor lifted her mug warily, taking a long sniff.
She glanced down at her hand and winced.
Stone.
Flexing her fingers, the Doctor counted to ten before taking a sip of her drink, making a note to add even more sugar next time.
She turned towards Olesia and asked, "what did you give me? I can't--it's dangerous for me to sleep!" Only if she were in the TARDIS, away from everyone, would she feel safe drifting off.
And she froze once more, only just having enough time to set the mug down and raise her hands to cover her eyes before her body solidified into stone.
The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.
She had been---
She had been--
Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.
#onebluedalek#v;; tba#ch. whittaker!doctor#i'm thinking part of why she doesn't want to sleep is worry the angels will take over
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The Doctor watched Missy carefully, noting which items she approved of and which seemed like a mistake to bring. "Burned planets," she replied, intending it as a joke. "Though that's not important. I've also been in and out of prison the last several hundred years--not much chance for a shower."
She grabbed out two plates and set them down atop the piano.
"Don't worry about me, though, Missy -- I'm fine."
@missysrehabilitation
At the time, having a biometric scanner attached to the Vault's lock had seemed a good idea, until the now-blonde Doctor realized that she'd forgotten to add a chronolock just in case some future version decided to pay a visit.
Having finished updating the software, she waved a hand over the lock, taking the brief moment while she waited for the door to open to steel her nerves.
"I've brought a picnic!" the Doctor announced. She smiled broadly. "Some spaghetti, some wine, some sugar mice--and probably more that I've forgotten about!"
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I had this idea and it wasn't going away so I drew it :D
Out of all of the Doctors, I think 13 deserves therapy the most, and considering she'd not actually going to go and see one, she has to make do <3
IF YOU SEE THE SQUIGGLE ON MY WATERMARK, NO YOU DON'T *sobbing noises* when I saved this on my pc, krita compressed the layers and so I can't go back and fix it *sobbing noises continue*
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She'd done far worse than simply hold a Dalek--though she doubted Olesia would appreciate hearing of the times she'd dissected one, the first being at the Academy, in her early twenties, as part of a biology lesson. Not the worst blood she'd ever tasted.
"Both," she said absently, pouring a generous helping of sugar into the mug. "Though I'd rather have coconut flavored..."
The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.
She had been---
She had been--
Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.
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"Eyebrows is proctoring exams--back to back, if I remember correctly." She always hated exam season: having to sit still with the only ambient sounds being those of pencils against paper, dramatic sighs, pencils tapping against desks...
She shrugged.
"You can say 'no,' of course. I won't stop you. Though, I did work hard making this meal and it'd be a shame to waste it..."
@missysrehabilitation
At the time, having a biometric scanner attached to the Vault's lock had seemed a good idea, until the now-blonde Doctor realized that she'd forgotten to add a chronolock just in case some future version decided to pay a visit.
Having finished updating the software, she waved a hand over the lock, taking the brief moment while she waited for the door to open to steel her nerves.
"I've brought a picnic!" the Doctor announced. She smiled broadly. "Some spaghetti, some wine, some sugar mice--and probably more that I've forgotten about!"
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"No," the Doctor declared, keeping her gaze on Olesia. Then, as if remembering her manners, she said, "no, thanks. I've had enough." Two bites. Just enough to stop the shaking, but not nearly enough to satiate her.
"Sugars and creams. Oh!" she reached into one of her coat pockets and pulled out a large, cylindrical jar of sugar, which she opened, tipped over, and poured into her mouth.
"Forgot I had this."
The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.
She had been---
She had been--
Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.
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@missysrehabilitation
At the time, having a biometric scanner attached to the Vault's lock had seemed a good idea, until the now-blonde Doctor realized that she'd forgotten to add a chronolock just in case some future version decided to pay a visit.
Having finished updating the software, she waved a hand over the lock, taking the brief moment while she waited for the door to open to steel her nerves.
"I've brought a picnic!" the Doctor announced. She smiled broadly. "Some spaghetti, some wine, some sugar mice--and probably more that I've forgotten about!"
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"No," she said, rather forcefully. "Don't sleep."
Since the Division had first encased her in stone, since the moment she fled from them, her thoughts were so often not her own: the other Angels spoke to her, to each other, enticing her to join them, to stop fighting against it.
She stood and stormed back to the kitchen. Somewhere, they had to have a coffee pot and grounds, or else those little cups, like she had on the TARDIS--
"If you don't have anything, I'll leave. Have stuff at home."
Not that she knew where she'd parked the TARDIS--or if it was even still there.
The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.
She had been---
She had been--
Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.
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The Doctor poked at the eggs with the fork, tossing them this way and that, mixing the dirt in further. She wondered what her friends would think to see her eating pieces of her home, trying to anchor herself in anyway she could and failing at it, her thoughts too vague to hold onto for even a moment.
"Don't sleep," the Doctor finally replied. "Don't need to. Never need to."
She took a bite of egg and winced.
"Can't have apple juice, pear juice, or anything with strawberries. I'll take a coffee, seven sugars, two creams---if you have it."
The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.
She had been---
She had been--
Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.
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She listened absently, her thoughts once more becoming fog. How much time had she lost encased in stone, driven by some urge she couldn't understand, isolated from everyone?
Daleks.
Time Lords.
The never-ending battle.
She sank into herself on the sofa, too tired to question them further.
Vaguely, the Doctor asked, "how long for those eggs?"
The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.
She had been---
She had been--
Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.
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Last illustration until some days (weeks?). I need a little break 🥰
Thank you all for your lovely support 🤍✨ it means everything to me 🫶🏻
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HAPPY DEATHDAY DOCTORRR
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"I'm sorry," she breathed, rocking back and forth in place. "I thought--I thought I had a handle on it."
The Doctor hardly registered Henry's anger as she struggled to breathe. Nor did she realize that Olesia had helped her move, and that she was now on a sofa instead of hard tile, her body rigid as she continued to rock back and forth.
"I'm not--I wasn't always--" she quieted, staring down at her hands.
Flesh.
"How long have you been like that?" she directed towards Henry. "Part Dalek?"
The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.
She had been---
She had been--
Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.
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might add sesame as one of the doc's allergies
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Boss? She tilted her head to one side, stone creaking as she did so. Something they weren't telling her--something she should investigate--if only her stomach weren't growling, her head pounding, her chest aching due to the pressure of her prison.
Stabilize.
Her arm returned to flesh and she pulled back from the pan, dropping the egg, scattering yolk and bits of shell over the kitchen floor.
The rest of the stone melted away and she crumpled in a heap on the floor.
The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.
She had been---
She had been--
Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.
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