iamnotthegirlyouknew:

I’m going to be popping in on these blogs every now and then, but I’m also going to be cleaning house and deleting many of my other blogs. The semi-hiatus is continuing for an unknown length of time.

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TEMPORARY SEMI-HIATUS

alwayshisgranddaughter:

So as you may have noticed I haven’t really been doing anything online lately. I’ve hit a major slump and as such none of my muses are really co-operating. Now, this is partially because of issues I’ve been having at home with an argument going on within my family, and partially because I’m currently focusing on getting another job while trying to sort of prepare for College in the fall— yes, I know that’s a long way away but I like to be prepared.

But until I can drag myself and my muses up from the abyss, all of my blogs will be placed on a semi-hiatus. that is, every couple of days I will probably check them, but I probably won’t be taking part in any rps, although if you want to set one up with me, I will gladly hoard drafts to do once I snap out of it.

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crizzthecolourfulchameleon asked:
C'rizz looked up curiously from his journal as the TARDIS door was pushed open- he still found it odd that it said pull and yet needed to be pushed- to admit a blonde female. Most likely a human, knowing the Doctor. "Hello. Looking for the Doctor?"

screamqueenkirby:

genrexnut:

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"Tell me you’re not him." She made a disgruntled noise. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d walked into the TARDIS expecting to see one face and found a different one altogether. "I appreciate spontaneity in a relationship as much as the next girl but I can barely keep track of the faces he already has."

Sometimes. Does that make me special?” She said, to answer his question. “I don’t get out much.” She shifted on his lap and uncrossed her legs. “Your lap is making my ass hurt.” She reached out to tap him on the nose. “If I let you up are you gonna bolt?”

"I have a feeling you’re utterly special enough already without taking that into consideration as well." He quipped, rolling his eyes and she squirmed. "Well unlike you I’m not squishy so I hardly make the greatest chair. Comes with having an exoskeleton I presume." Neglecting to mention how utterly, strangely fragile most creatures in this universe seemed to him, he shrugged. "If I did I’d probably hear about it later from the Doctor, and Charlotte would most likely be angry with me for being rude, so no."

adelelorienne:

Pages Torn From Time

Alt. title: “Pieces of Eight.” XD

Sketches of the Eighth Doctor, whom I love so ridiculously much! Also featuring Charley (Charlotte Pollard), the companion he refused to give up even though the laws of time and Time Lords demanded it.

I adore these two. The world needs more Eight and Charley! More Eighth Doctor, period. He is one of the sweetest, most adorable, enthusiastic, charismatic and passionate Doctors ever, though the pendulum can too easily swing to a darker, colder nature full of snark and weary of battle. And need I mention he is also played by PAUL MCGANN! *___*

If you need more convincing of his adorableness, here is an audio snippit of him rummaging through his bottomless pockets in search of sunglasses for Charley: LISTEN NOW

I highly, highly recommend the Big Finish audio dramas. They are utterly amazing and addictive, and are keeping me sane through work and the wait for the 50th.  And there’s no better time than now to start listening! Big Finish has discounted Eight’s first season to only $3 an episode!!  I recommend starting at the beginning with “Storm Warning"  ^__^

EIGHT NEEDS MORE LOVE, PEOPLE!  Give him a chance and he’ll run off with your heart. And drink all your tea.

My website Meadowhaven

Everything changes, but nothing’s truly lost.

 Eutermesan idiom (via matrixspacetimearchives)
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aelinor:

Charley and the Doctor

For Saviltride's fic Dinner For Two

(picture reference)

@CrizzTheColourfulChameleon

charlotteepollard:

"I think you’d look lovely in a dress,” she said. “Particularly something pink, I should think. You could make yourself a complementary tone—it would work nicely,” she told him before she was distracted by the shop’s interior.

Charley turned straight towards the exotic looking bookshelves while C’rizz wandered away on his own. She scanned the spines of the heavy tomes with interest, catching glimpses of all sorts of books: cookbooks, instructions for hunting, a book entitled Getting Inside Your Partner’s Head (Literally), and several others with letters that didn’t quite come into focus no matter how long she stared at them.

"I see you’ve found our literary section!" the shopkeeper said enthusiastically. She turned to look at him and had to bite her tongue to keep herself from inquiring about his eyes. Surely she had to look just as odd to him as he did to her.

"I have," she said instead.

"These are all very rare," he informed her, his tone still impossibly cheerful. "They’re said to hold mysterious powers." His eyes all glittered as he spoke and she found herself smiling at the small man.

"I can’t seem to read some of these titles," she told him as she reached up to tap the book that was giving her the most trouble.

He hurriedly snatched her wrist before she could touch it. “I would be very careful if I were you—these tend to… ah… bite.”

"Oh," she replied and stared at it in confusion. "Do you mean literally?” she asked.

The shopkeeper laughed. “I see you are a very curious young lady! Perhaps I have something of interest for you in the back…?” he indicated the beaded doorway a few meters from where they stood.

"Well," Charley hesitated, glancing up at C’rizz. "I suppose I’d like to see more."

Studying several rather odd statuettes, including a couple that appeared to move when viewed out of the corner of ones eye, he found himself rather absorbed in the intricate details on each. Small gemstones, swirling patterns, a few had tiny sayings etched into them. Some of these are probably local deities or something. All in all C’rizz found them rather engrossing. Perhaps I should get one of these? If nothing else it would serve to liven up my living space a little. He nearly snorted at the thought.

My new home needs about as much livening up with Charlotte and the doctor around as I need a hole through my head. Looking up to call Charlotte’s attention to the statuettes, he found that he could no longer see her.

"Charley?"

crizzthecolourfulchameleon asked:
C'rizz looked up curiously from his journal as the TARDIS door was pushed open- he still found it odd that it said pull and yet needed to be pushed- to admit a blonde female. Most likely a human, knowing the Doctor. "Hello. Looking for the Doctor?"

screamqueenkirby:

genrexnut:

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"Tell me you’re not him." She made a disgruntled noise. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d walked into the TARDIS expecting to see one face and found a different one altogether. "I appreciate spontaneity in a relationship as much as the next girl but I can barely keep track of the faces he already has."

"Don’t sound so surprised, it’s not like I keep track of you guys." She didn’t know the names of half of the Doctor’s traveling companions, and that went double for the regenerations that she didn’t know as well. She needed a book just to keep up with all those faces of his, she didn’t stick around long enough to learn his companions too. "I don’t travel with him, we just see each other sometimes." He visited her, or she visited him. It was more often the latter. Despite her disinclination to travel with him, part-time or otherwise, she did like seeing that stupid face of his. Any stupid face of his.

She grinned at him when he finally opened up his eyes. “Don’t get up on my account.”

"Hard to get up if you’re sitting on me." He restrained himself from rolling his eyes, instead opting to try and lean back further, not an easy feat when he was already pressed against the back of the chair. "So the Doctor comes back and visits you? That’s certainly….. unexpected. He’s never seemed like the type to do that sort of thing."

inneedofacase:

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   Ignore the smell. It’s an experiment.

"Well whatever it is, it’s not pleasant." C’rizz had to fight to keep himself from turning mauve in disgust, knowing that if he started changing colours in front of anyone around here it would probably lead to nothing good. "How is anyone supposed to ignore anything that foul?"

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charlotteepollard:

She definitely didn’t sulk a little when he slowed her pace. She was not that childish, thank you very much. She matched his pace and did her best to absorb everything. There were aliens so different than anything she had ever seen that she was finding it difficult to concentrate on walking and she was very grateful for C’rizz’s guidance. She passed tall aliens, small aliens, aliens that walked on six legs, aliens that seemed to swim through the air, aliens who were glowing, aliens that seemed to be made of smo—

C’rizz interrupted her train of thought as he pointed out the shop and she pulled her gaze away from the particularly intriguing passerby to look at the shop. “Ohh, that looks lovely,” she said before she beamed at C’rizz again. “Perhaps they’ll sell you some sort of suit—or a dress, if you’re so inclined.” She shifted their path towards the shop cheerfully as she admired the diversity of the planet.

He snorted slightly. “I may prefer looser clothing, but a dress may be taking it a bit too far in my case. At any rate I think I’ll leave the wearing of them to you, since they look nicer on you than they would on me.” He stepped into the shop and looked around at an interior just as colourful and diverse as outside.

"This place has a little bit of everything…." He murmured to her, walking over to a tall glass case containing several machines composed of gears and wires that wandered about on their particular shelves in a variety of fashions; some on four legs, some on two, one slithered like a snake, and a few of them rolled about on wheels. "Curious." Turning from the clockwork robotics display, he surveyed the rest of the shop carefully, a wary eye on the shopkeeper now approaching Charlotte— a short, thin creature with skin like back and three eyes in a row going upwards on it’s face. It was swathed in robes of rich fabric and seemed to be chatting earnestly but cheerfully at her, so he turned his attention to other things.

Those look interesting…. C’rizz drifted off to the back of the shop.

Fancy Parties Are Not Really My Thing. (They don’t seem like yours either.) || boomgoesthenitro

boomgoesthenitro:

"She’s pretty," Ace remarked absently as Charley and C’rizz left to do god knows what.  Dance.  Right.  "Look, Byron, you look nice and all, but I really don’t think we should be talking.  Web of time and all that, right?"  Yet she couldn’t help but pull him into a hug.  Not to talk bad about her Professor, but this one looked much more… "open" was the word Ace would use.  He looked sweet, innocent even — almost like he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.  She had no doubt he could if he wanted, but he just seemed… well, nicer.

"Been a while for you then, I guess?" she asked, taking a step back to look him over.  Huh.  He got taller.  Not by much, but just enough for her to get a little confused when she tried to look him in the eyes, and ended up having to tilt her head up just a tiny bit more.

"She is that, I suppose." He murmured absently, looking about for a moment before letting out a small chuckle and hugging Ace in return. "It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a run in with past and/or future selves and companions, don’t you worry. If it could handle it all those many other times, immensely irritating though they tended to be, then I don’t think it should have any trouble compensating for this."

"It has! Only one body though, so not as long as it could have been. You’re looking well, how long have you been traveling with me at this point? That younger me I mean." He wrinkled his nose for a moment in thought. "what was I thinking? A question mark jumper? And the umbrella! Ah well, at least my taste in clothing has improved, even if many other things probably haven’t." The Doctor cast another wary eye around the hall for his companions, relaxing when he saw Charlotte and C’rizz moving around the floor in a swift but simple dance almost like a waltz.

"Care for a dance?"

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crizzthecolourfulchameleon asked:
C'rizz looked up curiously from his journal as the TARDIS door was pushed open- he still found it odd that it said pull and yet needed to be pushed- to admit a blonde female. Most likely a human, knowing the Doctor. "Hello. Looking for the Doctor?"

screamqueenkirby:

genrexnut:

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"Tell me you’re not him." She made a disgruntled noise. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d walked into the TARDIS expecting to see one face and found a different one altogether. "I appreciate spontaneity in a relationship as much as the next girl but I can barely keep track of the faces he already has."

She tilted her head, crossing her legs at the knee, and grinned. She propped her arm up on the back of the chair and rested her chin on her fist. “I understand the concept just fine.” She bit her lip. “I just don’t like it.” She leaned in and blew a stream of air over his closed eyelids playfully, trying to get him to open them.

"Just someone you remind me of, Liz." She rapped her fingernails on the back of the chair absently. "Who’s Charlotte?"

One eye opened just a crack before slamming shut again at the sight of her face so close to his. “Our traveling companion. She’s been with the Doctor longer than I have.” Odd that she hasn’t met her…. perhaps she’s been visiting when Charlotte is off exploring the TARIDS. C’rizz smiles a little at the thought, remembering spending ages being dragged through the corridors and rooms of this vast ship. His favorite find so far had been a dark, humid room full of tropical plants. Probably an offshoot of the arboretum.

Finally opening his eyes, C’rizz took a moment to get a proper look at her. “So why are you looking for the Doctor? And if you want the chair, I can get out of it you know.”

@CrizzTheColourfulChameleon

charlotteepollard:

Since she had no idea what sort of currency was used here, she argued the price down to the best of her ability before handing over the money. For all she knew, they had been thoroughly ripped off but there wasn’t much she could do about it now. Charley took the packaged dress that the merchant had placed in a bag for her and turned back to C’rizz.

"Come on," she urged as she took his hand with a brilliant grin. "We have a whole planet to explore!” She led the way out of the stall and back onto the bustling street, an extra spring in her step.

He couldn’t stop from grinning himself as she lead him outside, his own personality shifting to adapt to her giddiness. It was good to see her genuinely happy, C’rizz had seen Charlotte upset far too many times. “Yes but if we hurry we might miss something interesting.” He tightened his grip in her hand minutely and gently encouraged her to match his somewhat slower pace, walking beside her.

His carapace had turned a shade of pinkish-white only a fraction darker than that of the materials used to make the roads and the majority of the houses— although these had largely been painted different colours. This market certainly was busy, and with all the other life forms moving past it was hard to focus on one thing for long. C’rizz couldn’t recall the last time he had seen so many different species all in one place, certainly not one so peaceful yet diverse.

"Charley, what about that shop over there?" He gestured to one of the buildings nearby, its doors propped open and a colourful and varied display in the front windows.

// Sudden mental image to the Doctor and Charley dragging C’rizz into a cuddle pile and him basically flailing and being horrified for about ten seconds before giving up and cuddling them back with a little smile on his face and the three of them just laying in a pile of pillows and blankets for a while until something goes wrong with the TARDIS like usual.

crizzthecolourfulchameleon asked:
C'rizz looked up curiously from his journal as the TARDIS door was pushed open- he still found it odd that it said pull and yet needed to be pushed- to admit a blonde female. Most likely a human, knowing the Doctor. "Hello. Looking for the Doctor?"

screamqueenkirby:

genrexnut:

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"Tell me you’re not him." She made a disgruntled noise. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d walked into the TARDIS expecting to see one face and found a different one altogether. "I appreciate spontaneity in a relationship as much as the next girl but I can barely keep track of the faces he already has."

"Don’t you dare." She bit the corner of her lip, smirking. "That face is a national treasure." She ran her hand along the edge of the console, leaning on it. She snorted. She didn’t have that kind of time. Well, she did, but she wasn’t going to waste it getting lost in here.

"So he can find my dusty, dried out corpse in a closet somewhere a couple months from now? I can barely find the front door in this bitch as it is." She rapped her knuckles on the console with an apologetic smile. "No offense, Blue. I’ll just wait for him."

As if to illustrate her resolve, she sauntered over to C’rizz, and the only available chair, nudged his arm out of the way, and planted herself in his lap. “Mind if I sit down, Krios? I’m sure the Doc won’t be a minute. I’m Kirby, by the way.” He might’ve heard of her.

The moment her intent became clear he moved to try and vacate the chair, but it was too late. With her perched on his legs and preventing his escape, C’rizz closed his eyes and sagged back in defeat, carefully closing his journal. “Now I know you’re a friend of the Doctors. No concept of personal space at all.” With his eyes still resolutely closed in an attempt to not acknowledge that some random, strange woman was sitting on him, he frowned at her nickname and found he simply had to ask. “Krios? Wha— who is that?”