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I AM A COLLAPSING STAR
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FOUR WORD PHRASES.
— ADJUST AS NEEDED. REMEMBER TO SPECIFY MUSE TO MULTIS.
“I already said no.”
“And what about it?”
“Who wants to know?”
“I love you too!”
“That tastes like garbage.”
“How’d you get here?”
“You need a ride?”
“I think I’m pregnant.”
“You need some help?”
“I’m perfectly fine, thanks!”
“Just let it go!”
“Hey, don’t walk away!”
“Put that back now!”
“I’ve had about enough.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Here, take a sip.”
“How does that feel?”
“Good to see you.”
“Don’t give me that!”
“Please, just stay tonight.”
“Thank you very much.”
“Oh no, you didn’t.”
“Let your hair down.”
“Quick! Out the window!”
“Not on your life.”
“I miss you too.”
“Clean as a whistle.”
“What do you say?”
“Throw in the towel.”
“Put the gun down!”
“Give me the knife.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“The door is locked.”
“Can we fix it?”
“That’s not my job.”
“I have a request.”
“What did you say?”
“I think I’ll manage.”
“I am not afraid.”
“One more drink, please.”
“You won’t marry me?”
“How about a kiss?”
“Oh, just shut up.”
“I know, I know!”
“I want to cry.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Just leave me alone.”
“You are so beautiful.”
“True love never dies.”
“For old times sake.”
“Take off your clothes.”
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IM AN IDIOT IM SORRY HER GOOGLE DOCS IS UP NOW OIHUGYVC
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Hi my name is rock and i’m trash. if you want a really ditzy time lord oc who is out here having a good time and usually is in the us, come follow my blog. im a sideblog to @forgttntime, so ya yeet. i dont have a good intro for this.
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Dreamer??? Has learned nearly every constellation she has seen. She’s OBSESSED with stars, and will look at them anytime she can.
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you ever see an old friend and they look exactly the same? i wish you did that. i really did.
The squad had requested to be dropped back home - not for good! They insisted. Just for a visit. The Doctor could work with that. She did so like the reassurance that they’d be back. Being alone was not something she liked. For now, she was just working on some updates - much needed updates. It wasn’t until the sound of the door opening came that she poked out from where she was. Who was back already? Maybe it was Yaz - She’d parked right outside Yaz’s flat. The TARDIS just blended nicely there. No one paid her any mind.
Well, that definitely wasn’t Yaz. In fact, that was a face she hadn’t seen for a very long time. That didn’t hinder her excitement one bit though. Oh what a good day this was! Pulling her goggles off her eyes && letting them rest on her head, the Doctor approached her, not hesitating to give her a hug.
❝Ah, Dreamer it’s been ages! Literally for me. It’s me! I’m the Doctor! I know you don’t recognize me, which is actually completely fair. First time out as a female – I think it suits me though, what d’you think?❞
— Dreamer could recognize expressions a little better now. Confusion, and then excitement. Whoever this was, working on the TARDIS was excited to see her. That was promising! That meant that she wasn't in danger. A shy laugh coming from younger blonde, she hugged the other as well, stepping back once it had ended.
❝ Oh! Doctor you uh... well you redecorated in here. A lot. ❞
Face twisted for just a split moment into disapproval. It was like her old TARDIS, the one she had when the 2 had first met... in the sense it was kinda metal- earthy. It was dark though, lots of crystals. Reminded Dreamer of the whole earthy, urban stores she could always spot in a mall.
❝ I think it suits you pretty well, though I'm sure your closet is a bit lacking. That being said, blonde definitely suits you. You look great. ❞
Playful grin growing on her face, she properly stepped up to the other, and reciprocated the hug. Before she was awkward, and honestly a little uncomfortable. Now though? This was her friend. She was going to get a proper hug.
❝ How long have you.. er wait. Better phrasing. When did you regenerate? There we go, that’s a better question. ❞
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Dreamer’s TARDIS is a red phone box like this. The windows are painted black, and the inside is about half off the size of the Doctor’s TARDIS. Hers was made BY the Doctor and herself. They couldn’t exactly go to Gallifrey and steal one, so instead they went to a deep, dark part of space where the Time War had made several of the machines destroyed. A TARDIS graveyard. The two of them working together, following instructions for once, were able to make it.
They had to use the Doctor’s TARDIS to kick start it. It sometimes acts up, but Dreamer is pretty sure that the TARDIS she has likes her. There is absolutely no way she would let anything happen to it. That TARDIS is her baby.
The inside is very roomy, and she even has a soda bar that looks like it stores a lot of alcohol. It’s not. It’s soda. There’s an observatory, a library, and a few other small rooms. It’d definitely enough to get by, though she doesn’t need much to be happy.
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Dreamer’s real name is Lorena Ebony. She dropped it (partially due to a momentary lack of memory at the time) when the Doctor was interrogating her as she woke up. Part of her believed to be a Time Lord, you had to keep your name a secret.
The Doctor is the only one who knows her name, and she would rather keep it that way.
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— It wasn’t often that her own TARDIS would end up here, beside his. She could count the amount of times on her hand. She was pretty sure they had a connection, seeing as his was used to jump start her own into existence, but she never assumed. She treated her own right, and well. She talked to hers far too often to be called sane by most. So ending up beside the familiar blue box next to her much smaller red telephone booth sent a wave of nostalgia through her body.
Knocking on the door, leaning into it she whispered her request. Let me in. I need to see the Doctor. Door unlocking, and the blonde stepping through it’s threshold, she froze. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t his TARDIS at all. Steps grew more cautious, and she looked at the figure behind the column in the center of the TARDIS.
❝ Hi! I uh, sorry I might have the wrong TARDIS, but I was looking for the Doctor... ❞
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Neither the Doctor nor Dreamer know if she can regenerate, or if she will just die if she were to get fatally injured. Because of that, she tends to be extremely cautious in most situations. Much like the Doctor, she’s a talker, and a learner. She never uses weapons, though knows how to shoot a gun.
She primarily stays in the United States. It’s rare occasions that she will end up in Europe or Britain.
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#⭐ 〈 REL: FORGTTNTIME: 11TH DOCTOR.#⭐ 〈 REL: FLORCNTISSIMAE: CLARA OSWALD.#⭐ 〈 REL: FLORCNTISSIMAE: 13TH DOCTOR.#⭐ 〈 REL: TIMEBABYOSWALD: ELLIE OSWALD.
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Dreamer knew the 11th incarnation of the Doctor. She is aware of all faces before that point, but she never knew about the newer regenerations that he had, and she honestly had no update on him dying.
Most of the 11 content I talk about will be in relation to my 11 @forgttntime, but if you want to develop something I am absolutely fine with it!
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A DREAMER IS BORN
You had always dreamed of space. You were a lonely kid, growing up. No friends, no family really. Your parents didn’t understand you and paid attention to your siblings over you. You didn’t mind. You were happy with you and the stars.
Everything was space, all the time. Your journals, your notes, your books, your life. Always space. Sometimes there would be circles. Sometime there would be words. Time and Space. Dimension. Time Travel. You were always fascinated with these growing up, and you never stopped to focus on what was in front of your face.
That’s how you met him. Tall man, green eyes, floppy hair. You were heading back from a college class, and you ran into him. He was chasing something odd. You had made a half joke about it being an alien, and he was impressed you weren’t scared. Why would you be scared? You knew there was life out there.
You helped him, and you traveled with him. A man from space in a fantastical box. You were never scared of him. His smile was hiding something, but you knew not to push. You were the same way. You thought he was kind though, and you liked to be around him.
Then he got into trouble. Galactic Bounty Hunters he said. They could track his species traits. He had told you about a watch once. You loved looking at his things. A watch that let him be human. Could it let you be what he was? You had hoped. You wanted to help him. You always dreamed of helping others, and now you finally could.
You stole his screwdriver. You pointed it at the watch and thought reverse. You knew it was telepathic, but you hoped it would work for a human. You opened the watch, and you blacked out. The next thing you knew, you woke up to him shaking you, and the sound of 4 beats knocking in your head. He was angry, but you only smiled.
You smiled because you had the better plan this time.
You helped him with the Bounty Hunters. You made sure the universe still had him in it. You expected him to turn you back, but you didn’t. You stayed with him longer, and he gave you the quicknotes of what it meant to be like him. What it meant to be a Time Lord. You and he built your own TARDIS. In a graveyard he was sad to be in. You could tell, you could see it in his eyes. He hated being there, but he wasn’t going to leave you stranded.
You and him made an agreement. You would help protect the Earth. He kept the watch, safely hidden on his ship. You didn’t know if you were a real timelord, or a fake. If you could regenerate, or if you would just die. Either way- he now had help. He had a new friend.
He said he had to go pick up friends, and you had never heard from him again. You get texts, and messages. It’s been about 100 years for you, and he still has never seen you since you were made.
Your name is Dreamer. Your best friend is the Doctor. You are a Time Lord not from Gallifrey, and you help the Doctor protect the Earth. You live in America, and explore Time and Space. You no longer are the human you once were, and so you go by Dreamer now. Because you are, and always have been the Dreamer, and you aren’t sure if this is a dream or not.
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