Ask the Doctor

~~Semi-hiatus~~ Hello, I'm the Doctor. Yes, just the Doctor. I am a Time Lord, the last of my kind. I travel through the universe in a great, big, blue box called the Tardis, which stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. I tend to travel with a companion, sometimes two. Human beings! Yes, you lot are brilliant. I have been on my own for quite a while now. Through all my travels I have realized one thing. I want to help. So please, come inside, sit a bit, I would love to give you some advice. Because that's what I am here for. I am your friend. So come on, ask me anything. It will be amazing. (I am an independent rp blog. Mainly here for the purpose of helping people who are in times of trouble or just need some advice. Or a friend. Because the doctor is the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I take no credit for any gifs or pictures used) tracked tag: askthetimelord

[askthetimelord]

do you know about Barty Crouch Jr. ?

As in the deceitful character created by the mind of an author whom I admire greatly? 

No, I can’t seem to recall. 

[sizofcrows]

make me choose: spookyclara asked: doctor who or supernatual — I’m not running away. But this is one corner… of one country, in one continent, on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying, and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, so much to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast. I’m not running away from things, I am running to them. Before they flare and fade forever. And it’s all right. Our lives won’t run the same. They can’t. One day, soon, maybe… you’ll stop. I’ve known for a while.

[kirkenterprise]

“That’s who I am. A Time Lord victorious.”

[askthetimelord]

annnnnd so many plot ideas too wtf am i doing with my life 

[askthetimelord]

literally this happens every time I don’t log in for forever and then all of a sudden I miss RPing and the Doctor Who fandom so so much and then I fight with the idea of coming back and ughhh I MISS YOU GUYS I WANT TO RP WITH ALL THE COMPANIONS WHERE ARE YOUUU 

[detectivedirks]

Wilfred: How ‘bout you? Who’ve you got now?

[organasoloss]

[askthetimelord]

Torn// Ten and Rose// Pre-Verse

[aroseintime-blog]

there’s a whole soddin’ world of relief that crashes into  

her orbit when he spins ‘round with a plan on his tongue, & an idea jumpin’ about in his mind. She could barley  take seein’ him stands still for so long;;  it stacked up  a growing pile of anxiety within the pit of her stomach— kinda like when she was 7 & burned her toys in hopes of gettin’ new ones- only when they didn’t burn she had to  go ‘round hidin’ burnt doll from her mum for weeks, blimey she was just shaking with nervousness by the e n d of it.  

but now the blondes full attention is on the chaotic man, attempting to focus on both his hasty hands & hurried words, her tongue peaking out from between her lips in concentration while her eyebrows remain knitted  together. She’s so settled on the appearance of the  odd helmet, & the information attached that it takes her a few moments to catch— & then double take, her features twisting from fixated to c o n f u s e d, & then  finally realisation, — carrying both bewilderment & shock in tow. Oh, not again, he ain’t.

                 ” No, no. You ain’ doin’ this to me again. N-no, not                    again. Don’t go n’try the talk real fast & hope she                    doesn’t notice m’slippin’ one over her head thing                    again— don’t you flippin’ dare. So help me, Doctor.                    What’s all this then? H u m a n ?How’s that even                    possible? You can actually do that? Make yourself                    like… like me? Explain, now. “

    She’s upset, that much is clear, & there’s a n g e r      searing through her veins;; how could he do this to     her again? But she doesn’t express it, not yet at     least, she’s gonna wait for him to explain himself.      Maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed? Or maybe      she hasn’t let her anger spill ove ryet  because her       minds still trying to wrap around the whole ‘human’      thing. If this were possible, why hadn’t he done it     before? He’s always sayin’ he has to outlive every     single person he knows, & cares about— he could      be human — — he could be with like her. 

[askthetimelord]

Oh, right. There's that face he was trying to avoid. Her features all screwed up into an unhappy scowl directed at him. He definitely didn't like that face, no. Not at all. The Doctor opens his mouth to talk again, but closes it rather quickly. Interrupting her was just asking for more trouble, and they both were in enough of that for the moment. Blimey, he hates getting yelled at, when she uses that tone with him. "Alright, alright!" She's clearly upset, and he's very aware its about to get worse.

"The Belphegor feed on Time Lords." No point in sugar coating now, but there's a small wire he can't just seem to get right on the helmet and his eyes stayed glued there. "It was able to track us across the galaxy and probably has been for a while, but only now has been able to catch up with us. If it finds me Rose, it'll drain me and use the power of the Time Lord to wage a war or destroy a civilization or something as equally horrible. They're evil right down to the core, and I can't let that happen. So, the chameleon arch will take my Time Lord essence and keep it nice and safe in this fobwatch here." He tosses her the trinket to take a look. "Making me human for now, yeah. The Belphegor won't be able to track me and in a few decades or so will hopefully get bored and be on its merry way! Easy as apple pie! Or blueberry pie! Or both!"

He vigorously twists a lever and the helmet cranks to life. "There we are then!" The machine fits perfectly onto his head, and he gives Rose a quirky smile. "Well how do I look?" He can't keep on with the act for long, though. The Belphegor is close, he can sense it, and he's already activated the device. Oh, he knew there would be arguments, but there's no time, and he just wants to tell her how sorry he is, but there are more important matters now, more important things that need to be said. His crooked lips turn slightly downwards, and he takes a step towards her, hand on her shoulder. "There's a catch. Sort of ehm--price for stowing away who I am." Right, rip it off like a band-aid, eh Doctor? The helmet pulses, and it sends a sharp pain though his whole body and the Doctor jerks, letting out a sharp yell. Quick to recover, though. He hasn't got a lot of time.

"Rose, listen to me, I haven't got long. When it takes away the Time Lord part of me, it'll take away my memories, too. All of them. The TARDIS can replace them with new ones, ones that'll make sense for wherever she decides to place me. Rose, I--" He makes the mistake of looking up at her, into those big, brown eyes of hers that seem to do things to him out of his control, and he suddenly feels extremely, entirely s a d, because he knows what he should do.

The selfish part of him, the ridiculously human part of him wants her there by his side. What he's about to do is scary and frightening and utterly stupid, but its his only option and if he could change it---but he can't. He just can't. Calm, steady breath, then "I won't be able to keep you safe. I won't be me. After the TARDIS sends me off, the Belphegor won't be able to sense my presence and it will leave. She can take you back home to your mum, so you're not--argh!" Dropping to his knees, the Doctor clutches at his head, teeth bared to somehow lessen the pain. "Alone," he gasps out. "I don't want you to be alone, Rose!" 

[askthetimelord]

Torn// Ten and Rose// Pre-Verse

[aroseintime-blog]

                They’re impossibly close now, close enough for Rose to                  see the raw fear in his eyes, & with the way he’s muttering                 her name like she’s the bloomin’ saviour that, she has a                 feeling that fearhas to do with her protection. Which she                 doesn’t give a toss about right now, not with how worried                 he looks. It takes a hell of a lot to phase the Doctor, & here                  he is looking like the sun won’t  ri s e again. So she listens,                  an uneasy fog washing over her features, anxiety pumping                  through her veins after every single word of his explanation                 touches her ears, & the blonde finds herself swallowing hard.                 So it wasn’t just a little flurry then, no, no— this was a proper                 storm. Her grip on his lapels has tightened  now, something flippin’ bad could actually happen, & now she’s properly worried. — — but, of course, he’s found a way to reassure ( & distract her ) With his body  pressed so tightly against her now, she can barely stop  her head from spinning;; feeling his double heart-beat  against her chest, & as much as she damn well wished  there were fewer layers between them, the gravity of his words takes over, & she finds herself nodding, eyebrows pulled together tightly as her name rolls of his tongue, no playful tone involved, no extended at the r at the end, & more than anything she wants to reassure him, make him  believe she understands, even if she doesn’t understand  a lot of what he’s saying half the time. But looks like she   won’t get a chance, because he’s dragging her along.

                                Disjointedly she looks around the console room,                                 attempting to catch her breath once more. The                                 whole room seemed to be bathed in a red flashing                                 light. Blimey, that couldn’t be good. Tentatively                                  she begins to follow the Doctor, peering over to                 see if she could guess what he was doing— on occasion                  she’d been right, but not in this instance unfortunately.                 “What’re we gonna do then? To get away, or get him out?                 S’there anything else we can do other than lock down the                  TARDIS? — Doctor?” She asks, arms held limply at her sides,                  he’s off in his mad man state, simply on auto-pilot, & she can                 tell he’s stressing, there are moments when she can barely                  see his hands— just a blur as his fingers work over the console.                 She notices he’s s l o w i n g down though, as if he’s waiting for                  something & in moments she’s by his side, & a small hand is                 placed over his supportively, an uncertain smile pulling at her                 lips— — well, it was supposed to be r e a s s u r i n g.                        [  Nonetheless she won’t let him do this alone. ]

" What’re you doin’? What is there —                 Is there anythin’ I can do to help? “

[askthetimelord]

"No, no no--come on!" The Doctor spins and his hands fly up to scrub his fingers through his hair. N o t h i n g. He's got absolutely, positively, nothing and there's Rose, right over his shoulder counting on him to get them out safely, to have all the answers and he's bloody grasping at--no, not at straws, there are no straws! The TARDIS is locking down and soon the Belphegor will have complete control of the ship, and the Doctor can feel his connection fading. He punches uselessly at a few more buttons, albeit a bit harder than necessary, before he hears her.

He stands hunched over the console, face concealed. Right. Plan B then. Gotta prepare himself--the tantrum surely to come, the look in her eye of betrayal. Three.....deep breath. Not only will he be losing himself, but the memories....dancing and Bad Wolf and....New New York. Two....wear that signature smile. All of it, every hand hold and escape and adventure, gone. His life locked behind a door he won't remember to open, leaving her vulnerable and exposed and so very  a l o n e. He can barely stand it, the curse of the Time Lords bringing another shadow upon their time together, but it's too late for regret. One....spin around. 

"You bet there is!" The Doctor pulls down a device that looks like a helmet and starts to sonic some wires. "We're going to fool the Belphegor like a couple of proper pranksters! Think--think ah! The Weasley twins! You be Fred and I'll be George." He pauses in thought, mindlessly twisting a blue and green wire together. "Pre-Deathly Hollows of course." The helmet buzzes to life, whirring and flashing. "There we go! Brilliant!. This'll do just perfectly."

Still fiddling with the helmet and his sonic, he purposely laces his words with an airy sort of casualness, not at all tinted by the absolute danger they're in. "Now, when the chameleon arch turns me human, it'll deposit them into this fobwatch." He pulls out the silver trinket, dangling it in the air. Oh, he bets her eyes are all wide now, staring at him like he's a nutter, but he can't quite get himself to look at her. And not just because he's leaving out important details. 

"It'll send me somewhere to be all human-like, you know, like you. Except...hmm maybe some sort of scientist! Or physicist! That'd be neat, wouldn't it?"  His lips curve upwards into the slightest of forced smiles.

. 

[flyingvirgin-deactivated2016071]

you ever listen to your dad talk and be like “why are you like this?”

[askthetimelord]

Torn// Ten and Rose// Pre-Verse

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                Rose doesn’t think his grip on her hand has ever been,                 tighter, or more urgent as he yanks her along with him;;                  her brain is running as fast as her legs are to keep up with                 him, wracking through over & over again to flippin’ figure                 out what’s going on. But that’s harder than it seems,                  considering there wasn’t exactly enough oxygen getting                 through to her brain right now—— both her lungs & legs                 burning. They had to have been running for almost 30                 minutes by now. & oh, she almost cries with relief when                 when he pulls them around a corner & lets her back rest                 against the wall, & she thinks it may just be the best thing                  he’s ever given her;; 

—Well, that is before the warmth of his body is suddenly pressing up against her own, that is. As much as she tries  to put most of her weight on the wall behind her, the lack of air circulating around her body has her in a slight d i z z y spell, & she has to grip onto the lapels of his jacket to keep  herself still & upright. It would’a been just a tick easier to  listen to him if his heavy breathing wasn’t causing a slow  fog to overwhelm her brain, blimey, seriously, Rose?This   is the absolute worst time for that. But she hears him none the less. Which is why she’s spluttering a moment later.

                            ” Hold on— What d’you mean it’ll trap us?                       & flush him out— Doctor, you ain’t makin’ any                        sense. T-tell me, explain to me what’s goin’ on. “

                                The blonde takes a deep breath when he asks her                                  if she’s ready— Ready to find out what the hell is                                  going on, yea, sure. But her eyebrows have pulled                                  together forming a little dent in between, & she can                                   see the pressure & desperation glinting in his gaze                 so she lets her eyes fall shut for a second before she spares                 him a quick glance— ” I’m tellin’ you, I swear if somethin’ bad                 happens, n’at the gates of heaven say they can’t lemmie in                  until I tell them how i died m’gonna find you & throttle you—                 or haunt you or somethin’,” her words are joking, of course,                 but she knows they’ll probably grind on his nerves a tad, so                 she gives him a soft smile & a reassuring squeeze to his hand                 before she nods, “m’ready. “

[askthetimelord]

The Doctor's forehead rests against hers as questions come out one after the other. "Rose, Rose, Rose..." he mutters her name like a mantra to keep him focused, a delay to figure out exactly how much she should be told. They can't linger, lingering will only make the situation worse, but she deserves to know why her lungs are working approximately 1.8 times their normal output. "They're called Belphegor." He pulls away, brown eyes meeting their match. "Scavengers of the galaxies now. They once were a mighty race, predators through time until--"

A loud wailing coming from the depths of the TARDIS was a warning to keep moving. She doesn't understand. Playful and teasing and so Rose, but his lips only press into a firmer line, the thought of his brilliant companion being anywhere but in this very universe a stab through his beating hearts. No. Not today. "Listen to me." He pulls her closer if that's even bloody possible and desperation laces every word.

"Rose Tyler, you are not going to die, do you understand that? This is very, very important. No matter what happens, you can't let them know you're here. They can smell you, but they won't know what you are. They just know you're not what they need." Every atom of his being wants to make her promise, to swear she'll listen, but even now he's not that delusional. And they've run out of time. Instinct draws him to her once more, and the Doctor kisses the top of her head before grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him. 

After a few minor detours to help throw off the intruder, they finally arrive at the control room. With all the finesse of a proper ship captain and the grace of a madman, the Doctor flies around the console, flipping switches, pulling levers, pressing buttons. Red flashing lights and error codes reveal the Belphegor has already hacked into the TARDIS main frame and disengaged the security protocols, preparing a hunt with no escape. His muscles become even more tense, his jaw set tight as their options dwindle. Oh, he knows what he might have to do. Known it from the very bloody start. But he can't face her and tell her the truth, can't look into those eyes that can see right past every facade he could ever wear and tell her that he's going to have to leave her. Again. So he'll wait til the very last second. When he's absolutely, positively sure it's their last hope.... 

[tenrose-s]

You’ll grow old at the same time as me?

Together.

for andymay2.

[timeandspacegifs]

I’m always okay (requested by allons-yderriwho)

[askthetimelord]

Torn// Ten and Rose// Pre-Verse

"Rose, r u n!" 

The Doctor grabs his companion's hand, tugging her along the familiar corridors of his ship. The TARDIS is trying her very best to help, materializing halls and randomly teleporting doorways to confuse their pursuer, but nothing can stop it from following their scent. Particularly, his scent. His hearts are pumping about a million beats a minute from the exertion, but his brain is only focusing on one detail. Her. And getting her the hell out of there.

There's something forming in the back of his mind, a plan of sorts, but its a crappy plan therefore a last resort plan. Although as they round another corner, he has to backtrack, pulling Rose with him when he sees the shadow waiting for them. They'd been running for a while and----oh. Human!

Reading his thoughts, a small alcove appears and the Doctor yanks Rose inside. "Catch your breath," he told her, knowing they'd have to leave again at any moment. His body pinned hers against the wall, his form a shield between what's hunting them out there and the solid protection of his ship. "We--we have to get to the console room! The TARDIS can activate CODE B8H5 lockdown while we're in there." Hushed and urgent, forced out through panting breaths. "It'll trap us, but we'll still have access to the ship's controls and we might be able to flush him out." Keyword he was oh so praying to Rassilon she wouldn't notice.

Eyes move from head to toe, scanning her for injuries. What he'd give to have her safe at home with Jackie at the mo'. Blimey, he'd even stand her mum's prattling for a few days if it meant Rose didn't have to be here. He closes his eyes and listens for vibrations, any signs of movement. "Are you ready? If we want to go, it needs to be now."    

[90sbuckley]

insp (x)

[timelordcurse]

[aroseintime-blog]

For The First Time // Rose and John

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  she decides his smile is the reason warmth  is suddenly bubbling within her, & for a few  moments while their simply just grinning at  each other she willingly lets the test, n’and  what ever ridiculous social hierarchy this  school has donned wilt from her world —  because, hell, the was the nicest anyone   had been to her since she’d come to here.                                              her eyebrows have raised now, & the little smirk                 playing up at his lips only has the grin hanging                 upon hers, twitching upwards even further, before                 yet another laugh leaves the blonde girl, her nose                   wrinkling playfully. ” Like to see tha’, I would. Tell                 me, how’re your textiles skills? Think you could sew                 up a suit? You definitely got the hair for it, gel & all. “

she’s teasing, of course. His reactions are brilliant & she finds herself oddly intoxicated by them, her lips pressing together to derail a grin— cos’ blimey, her cheeks were beginning to ache from all the d a m n smiling. Although her heart misses a beat when she catches onto his last sentence, her teeth beginning to gnaw at her lower lip. ” Public place? ” Rose inquires somewhat apprehensively. He seemed like a flippin’  great person but she can already imagine what people           were gonna say about her behind her back— Rose Tyler,  hanging out with one of the n e r d s;; or worse yet—                      Rose Tyler needing tutoring.   

                     Instantly though she feels a wave of guilt overcome her.                       Oh she’s soddin’ daft, ain’t she? A horrid person. Maybe                       she was what she was warning him of? — Standing up                      now, she’s tucking her chair in, & she’s not so surprised                      to see she has to r a i s e her head to meet his eyes;; a                       lanky thing, wasn’t he? “How… How ‘bout we find a                       place to study outside? Or maybe in one of the further                      away corridors— pretty sure we share the same free                       periods;; what d’you say?” Her head is tiled to the side                      now, but there are still nerves flittering in her stomach,                      she’s not saying she doesn’t wanna be seen with him,                      just that she wants to study some where more privately                      — what if he tells he wants nothing to do with her? Well,                      Rose, you’ll go ahead n’move on, you barely know the                      boy. What’s he to you?                               (still a rather big part of her is hanging for a ‘yes’ )

[askthetimelord]

"Oi, nothing wrong with a bit of gel! You try keeping this thing in control otherwise." He runs his hands through his own mess of locks, only making the odds and ends stick up even more. It's then that he catches her brown orbs. Wide and playful and gazing up at him and    b l i m e y, does it do things to his heart. Can't keep the smile off his face with her looking at him like that. His mouth slips open of its own volition, your eyes are most beautiful I've ever seen, when she interrupts (before he can say anything) with another offer. 

Immediately he picks up on the hesitation. A question is forming in his mind, but then she's already standing, rather close actually and there she goes staring right back up at him again. It feels intimate, much more than he should be feeling having just talked to the girl for the first time. His skin is hot and he realizes she's speaking again, but looking away from her lips proves much more difficult than he could have anticipated. However despite the distraction, her words don't go unnoticed. Well, he wasn't an idiot. "You don't want to be seen with me."

More matter-of-fact encompassed his words than anything else . Hard not to be aware of the status quo in the school, but John had never really paid much mind to it. Rose, though. Rose thrived on it, that much he could tell from his fleeting observations. He wasn't quite sure      w h y someone who shone as bright as her cared what other people thought, but it didn't really bother him either way. If she felt more comfortable in a private setting, then so it shall be done. Just as long as she got the help she needed. "Think I could find a room for us, no problem. I know a study hall that's pretty empty most days, so we can use that." A small smile plays on his lips. "Can't have the popular, spirited Rose Tyler," her name rolls off his tongue, and he likes the way it sounds, "being seen with the likes of a creature a tad more intelligent than a grunting cave man, now can we?"