#human!thirteen

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Doctor & Doctor) Additional Tags: The Doctor's Incarnations (Doctor Who) Are Siblings, Alternate Universe - Human, Human Doctor (Doctor Who), Siblings, Trains, Drabble Wordcount: 100 Summary:

Always on the run, them.

So I’m struggling to get anything written, but I do have this tiny section below done, which I’m mostly proud of, featuring a edited version of that ICONIC Beth Latimer quote.

In which Arched!Thirteen is a feisty disaster who drinks and takes drugs and gets into scraps over the tiniest of things bc she’s also an insecure baby who doesn’t understand why she always feels so lost and alone no matter what she does, and retaliates with violence. 

Also, some tiny background, this is post-timeless children, where the Doctor escaped prison but arched herself bc she didn’t wanna face reality anymore, I’m thinking maybe she got all her lost memories back after the matrix blew for extra angst points so she’s like nah fuck this. I mean, lets face it, things do be shitty rn for our Queen. The fam think she died on Gallifrey and the Doc has been gone about 4 years for them. 

W: Some Bad Language and violence my dudes. 

Yaz reached the two first, her partner close behind. She grabbed at the elbows of the blonde, who was obviously winning the very one-sided scrap. It wasn't until she spoke to the woman on the floor that Yaz froze at the painstakingly familiar accent. 

"Talk to me like that again, and I'll break your fucking face, you cow."

And then the blonde yanked roughly, elbow slamming straight into Yaz's nose, causing the feisty drunk to turn and glare and then blink in the briefest confusion  before anger replaced her face once more. 

And Yaz? She couldn't breathe, the stinging of her nose, the feeling of blood dripping, gathering at her lip and the sight of familiar hazel eyes holding no recognition, nor remorse only anger and confusion. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, don't touch me." The blonde spat out angrily, swatting away Yaz’s hands. Yaz’s partner reached for the walkie to request backup before moving to Yaz’s side to check up on her. It was just her luck she’d been partnered with someone with the tiniest of field training. She could tell he was panicking at the sight of the blood, instead of attempting to apprehend anyone.

Yaz felt her knees weaken, was it the blood loss and the shock or… She had no idea, only that this woman looked so much like the Doctor, the similarities in appearance and voice were surely there except... 

"Oh shut up, you fucking started it, you skank, don’t try and rip me off!" And no, this definitely wasn't the Doctor, kicking her chunky high heel into the downed woman's ribs who was now sobbing into the pavement.  

The sound of approaching sirens, likely the backup, made her freeze though and then, with little pause, the woman gave one final kick and started to flee, losing a shoe in the process, kicking off the other and sprinting barefoot. Yaz could only watch helplessly as the woman escaped, head tilted back, hands up to her nose to stop the blood, her partner moving to help the other woman up, who was sporting a degree of minor injuries, and possibly some broken ribs before radioing a description of the blonde to their incoming backup. 

And the woman who looked like the Doctor? Long gone. 

This is a scene from chapter 7 of the wonderful fanfic stop the world ‘cause i wanna get off with you, a human!au where the Doctor is the owner of Yaz’s favorite bookshop. Just read it, it’s very gay.

I wanted to draw so many scenes (practically the whole thing haha) but Jo and Yaz’s first kiss was just too damn adorable!!

Written for Bonfire Night, finally edited and ready to be posted!!! Thank you to @homeisabluebox for helping me edit it and reminding me what name I picked for human!thirteen way back.

Also tagging @doctorroseprompts

Summary: this is a human!thirteen au. Rose attends a firework party and ends up getting more than she anticipated.

Pairing: human!Thirteen x Rose | Words: ~900

Enjoy!!!

Rose watches as the fire burns through the wood that Jack threw onto the pile, reveling in the increased heat which radiates off the bonfire. Other than dangerously made—and very likely illegal—ones, Rose never really saw any bonfires when she was growing up, so at age 23, they’re still a novelty to her. She found a nice little section in Jack’s garden to quietly appreciate the warmth of the fire before re-joining her friends.

“My cousin once got burnt by Guy Fawkes,” Rose is startled by the sudden and rather cheerful voice breaking the silence. Rose stares at the—cute, she immediately notes—blonde, who’s dressed rather flamboyantly in a long coat and bright clothes, who’s appeared almost out of nowhere next to her, their elbows brushing, as the blonde pushes her hands into her pockets. “I say Guy Fawkes—I, of course, don’t mean the actual Guy Fawkes—I mean he may be old, but not that old, I mean a Guy Fawkes at my aunt’s bonfire.” The blonde carries on, as if they were old friends, in the middle of a conversation. She pauses, turning her head to look at Rose, a wide playful grin plastered ear to ear across her face. Rose finds herself staring at the smile—or, rather, at her lips.

“It fell on top of him.” The blonde concludes. There’s a sparkle in her eye, which, despite the topic, makes Rose smile back at her. The energy radiating off her causes a lightness in the air, a lightness in Rose, making the rather awful topic feel enjoyable.

“Was he okay, your cousin?” Rose asks.

The blonde shrugs. “Suffered second-degree burns.” She tells her, and Rose’s eyes widen, her smile fading slightly. “Don’t worry, he’s an idiot. He deserves it. My aunt told him he shouldn’t get that close or mess around near it. He’s fine, trust me. Even brags about his ‘near death experience’ as if it wasn’t because of his idiocy.” The blonde looks at the bonfire, almost thoughtfully. “Never gone near one again.”

There’s a silence for a moment. “You got any bonfire horror stories then? Everyone always has at least one,” she asks, her eyes finding Rose again. Rose shakes her head, not even having to think for a second. For all the bonfires the estate made was dangerous, surprisingly nothing ever happened. At least, not because of the bonfire. Breaking their eye contact, Rose looks at the bonfire in front of them. She debates if she should make up a story; Rose doesn’t want her to think that she’s disturbing her, that this—unexpected and sudden—conversation isn’t wanted.

From the corner of her eye, Rose sees the blonde smile again. “Well, you can have mine then,” she says, a casual shrug accompanying the words, and Rose finds that the corners of her mouth form a smile again. This time, a small blush accompanies the smile, as her insides twist at the words. The thought of sharing something with this strange woman excites her, even if it’s as little as a story. Rose would wonder what’s gotten into her, but the puzzle is solved with a look. The woman is cute and, well, Rose has always been rather useless around cute women.

They fall into a silence again, as Rose tries to contain the giddy feelings brewing. After a few seconds, Rose turns her attention back to her, wanting to take a closer look. She doesn’t get very far before the giddy feeling rises again; the coat she’s wearing is well fitting—although that doesn’t stop it flaring—but it’s the sleeves that get to Rose. The woman—Rose really needs to get her name—has rolled up her sleeves, showing off her forearms. That, alone, is enough to cause Rose’s stomach to do summersaults and Rose has to remind herself to get a grip. The rest of the outfit does nothing to subtract from the attractiveness and is, in fact, enhancing it. This—she—is one fit woman standing in front of Rose.

Despite the distracting contractions of her stomach (actually, at this point, it’s no longer her stomach), Rose manages to focus on not letting the conversation die—and therefore, letting this cute blonde get away from her—and takes notice of the design on the top she’s wearing. Rose smiles, brilliant, bringing the beer she’s holding to her lips.

“I like your shirt,” Rose tries to casually compliment, a smile dancing on her lips and the cute blonde grins back. It’s a happy, knowing grin full of that energy. Rose suspects she wears it as a certain kind of icebreaker.

“I’m Theo—short for Theodora, and yes, my parents hated me. But it was better than the alternative,” the attractive blonde—Theo—tells her. The words are spoken with such a playful energy, accompanied by such a delightful grin, that the urge to kiss the stranger (did she really just meet her a few minutes ago?) surges. Rose has a track record for falling for pretty people way too fast, but this must be a world record, let alone personal.

“Theo—I like it,” Rose grins, testing how the name sounds on her lips. And oh how she likes it. “I’m Rose,” She tells Theo a second later. In fairy tales, names hold power, and Rose feels like now she’d follow Theo anywhere.

Based on the lovely fanfic stop the world ‘cause I wanna get off with you, this isn’t an actual scene from that, just a funny little idea I wanted to happen haha. For those who haven’t seen my last post, it’s an alternate universe where the Doctor is human who goes by the name of Jo. 

And she totally owns rainbow sneakers, you can fight me on that

Also trying something different this time! I’m slowly getting more comfortable with painting digitally so why not try a comic? I struggled a bit with putting all the ideas together but hopefully it makes sense.