thirteen is that kind of person who would show up at yaz’s flat uninvited and say “oh wow, what a coincidence, didn’t expect to see you here yaz, once again - fate throws us together.”
if you had to imagine thirteen having a home, what kind of building would it be? how would it be decorated? what kind of antics would she be getting up to? i’d love to hear everyone’s ideas!
my only job in this world is to give the doctor and yaz the happy ending they’re certainly not going to get
[I.D.: a digital drawing of the thirteenth doctor and yasmin khan from doctor who. the doctor is sitting on a light purple plaid blanket, leaning against a large tree, and reading a book. yaz is lying with her head in the doctor’s lap, fiddling with a piece of her hair. the doctor is a white woman with blonde hair that’s dark brown at the roots. she’s wearing a maroon t-shirt with colored stripes across the chest, yellow and navy suspenders, blue flared pants, and a straw hat. yaz is a pakistani woman with dark brown hair french braided into two ponytails. she’s wearing a light grey sweater and blue jeans. there’s a straw hat by yaz on the blanket. /END I.D.]
if anything awful happens in the dw s12 season finale, just remember that in some timeline Yaz got tired of the Doctor’s attitude and ran off with the Master. (he would never hurt the few humans he likes/respects… just like Delgado!M would never have hurt Jo Grant)
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view from above, through branches, of a horse-drawn sleigh travelling over snow. thirteen and yaz are riding cuddled together.
dhawan!master and gomez!master stand in the snow looking at the tracks of the sleigh runners and hooves. spymaster wears purple and a colorful poncho, missy wears black and purple and a fur stole.
spymaster, to missy - “can’t be far now, sis”
“aha! there they are!” the masters have almost caught up to the sleigh.
missy appears to have boarded the sleigh and sat on yaz. “budge up, there’s a good girl.”
spymaster, meanwhile, is riding the horse. by the way, it is a blue alien horse, but that doesn’t really matter.
they travel onwards. thirteen:“if you two try anything…”
they’ve stopped and the masters have dismounted to investigate a thicket of particular plants. “oh, i think these will do nicely!” the alien horse agrees (by eating some).
yaz (more lighthearted than actually worried): “doctor, what d'you think they’re up to?”
(their hands have drifted together, just barely touching) “for once, yaz, i don’t even want to know.”
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