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repost & tag away !

BOLD all that applies to your muse.

italicized - applicable in some verses.

• SIBLING(S): sister(s) | brother (s) | none | other:

TAGGED BY: @lost-rose-tyler

TAGGING: @degenerate-era @xtheimpossiblesoufflex @spellsandpixiedust @beforewewerehopeless @bishopsnythetic @commanderschntgaispock @girloutoftime @genocidalarrogance {If y’all want to!} ♥

#ooc #about the doctor #{thanks for tagging me!}

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SEND ME YOUR URL AND I’LL TELL YOU MY OPINION ON YOUR BLOG

My Opinion on;

Character in general: From what I’ve read, seen and talked to the mun about, the Character is nice and soft. xD No, but seriously, I love The Master, I love how people play them and I even love it (more) when people make their own versions, though I am pretty particular about the faceclaim sometimes (doesn’t mean I won’t like them, though). I’m really excited about interacting with this well thought out character. How they play them: So far, they look great and a lot of fun. I’ll find more out soon, I’m sure and then maybe I can let you know then. The Mun: The mun is really sweet and we have our love of dogs and fostering in common. We chat almost every day since they approached me and I’ve enjoyed the conversations. It also helps that they’re very patient with me and don’t seem to mind how much I blabber.

Do I:

RP with them: Not yet, soon I hope! Want to RP with them: Very, very, much so. Can’t wait.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: My overall opinion is: I really would like to get to know the mun more and create a great story-line with them. Heaven only knows where it’s going to go and I look forward to finding out. Either way, you should totally follow this account. I insist.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

#koscheitm #ooc

00:00:00 (whoops here I am it's au trash time)

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours. —————————————————————————————

@pink-yellow-wolf sent an ask.

The Doctor didn’t usually believe in this sort of thing, and the numbers on his wrist had been so long that he’d stopped looking at them after a while. They seemed to take forever to get to a low number. Then again, time was always ticking for The Doctor. He was twelve hundred years old now, and hadn’t looked in probably a good two hundred years. The TARDIS kept him busy, like she always did. He didn’t have a problem with not meeting his soulmate, he met a lot of people over time and honestly they were all worth it in one way or another.

This time, though, he was travelling on his own, between companions, and he found himself up on a beach on felt like Earth. He’d stepped out of his blue box, looking around it to see a lone figure standing on the sand facing the waves and he’d gone to close the TARDIS doors when he’d spotted the numbers all on zero. When had that happened? It hit him like a ton of bricks when he realised what that meant, the Time Lord scrubbing his hands both excitedly and nervously over his expression-filled face. He was quick to be stepping out from behind the TARDIS, seeing the young woman’s eyes on him and he felt his two hearts skipping beats, making his chest tight. That was an unusual feeling.

“Hullo!” he spoke with a smile, feeling stripped naked by her curious, ice blue gaze. This was not what he’d planned. Even though everyone in the universe had the numbers, even her, The Doctor hadn’t actually expected to meet his, not with how much his numbers had glitched. “I’m The Doctor and I’m so very pleased to meet you.”

#pink-yellow-wolf #ic #ask meme #au trash lol #{excuse me this is a queue}

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SEND ME YOUR URL AND I’LL TELL YOU MY OPINION ON YOUR BLOG

My Opinion on;

Character in general: Ella is amazing, sassy and pushy and I love it, she’s very well constructed and I haven’t found an OC I enjoy this much in a long time. We’re from different fandoms, which I love and honestly she’s just so wicked. She doesn’t care how others feel about who and what she is, she’s not going to change for them, that’s a proper personality, right there. How they play them: Ace. The mum plays them in a way that I enjoy, she knows her character very well and won’t make excuses for her. As it should be. The Mun: You’re such a sweetheart. I know you’ve got a lot going on, but you can always count on me and I believe the same of you, you’ve been there when I’ve been in need of someone, even when I don’t need someone, you’ve still offered. I really respect you and even though we haven’t known each other long, I could see us being good friends. You’re chatty, you tolerate my own chattiness and the frequent way I talk about all my nerdy things. You’re my own personal cheerleader. If you don’t already follow this mun, then you’re crazy. Fantastic personality and a good, deep soul to keep you warm at night. xD

Do I:

RP with them: Yes, I do. You should too! Want to RP with them: Always and unconditionally.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: A good person behind and equally amazing character. Hard work is put into the posts, the plots and the overall blog. Quality at it’s finest.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

#beforewewerehopeless #ooc

boysnsplinters-blog

Send me your URL and I'll tell you

My Opinion on;

Character in general: How they play them: The Mun:

Do I:

RP with them: Want to RP with them:

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

#ooc

drgrumpyface1

To-do list; though that sounds a little bit naughty!

drgrumpyface1

drgrumpyface‌:

This is my draftpost/starter list. Posts will be done in order as they’re listed. But if I have missed anyone, please do let me know.

Drafts for:

@genocidalarrogance @commanderschntgaispock @hisbespokenpsychopath @degenerate-era @bishopsnythetic @xmagik-kingdomx @gearsandlevers @ask-captain-jack-harkness @pink-yellow-wolf (with an ask) @ourpieceoutoftime @spannerbehindthewheel @spellsandpixiedust @thedestrcyer @girloutoftime @wearebrighterthanthesun @riverspxilers And a starter for:

@lost-rose-tyler

Like this for a starter or if I have forgotten you and need to reply to your post in a thread we have together. Remember if you’ve tagged me in a tiny starter, I won’t be responding, perhaps come and say hello instead. Also… Follow these brilliant babies. They’re so brave, each one of them!

Added to the list are the following people for drafts and starters: @psychedoutshawn @heavensmostterrifyingweapon

#ooc #{working through the list now}

gearsandlevers‌:

Violet jumped, startled, at the strange voice suddenly speaking, spinning around to come face to face with a man who seemed to have come out of nowhere. Startled bewilderment must have been clearly written all over her face as he pointed some sort of … cylindrical device at her, moving it up and down. She didn’t like that. She was an inventor, she should be able to figure out the function of whatever the thing he was holding was. All she could gather was that it looked like he must have been scanning her from the motion but that made no sense.

Her frown deepened with her confusion.

“The Doctor?” she asked, feeling like that was hardly a name being that it was more of a title and did little to really explain who he was or why he was offering to help her. Of course, she’d known somebody else who primarily used her title, but Justice Strauss still used her last name. This man hadn’t offered any other sort of name at all to go with Doctor. “Hearts? Plural? What - I’m sorry, I have no idea what you mean or who you are and I really don’t have time for this.”

She was pretty great at creating things to solve problems herself, always had been, that’s what she did. And while she wasn’t opposed to help, she had no idea whether or not she could trust the odd stranger with the bow tie. No matter what he said about don’t be afraid (too late, really, given they way he’d snuck up on her like that) and that he was here to help, that didn’t mean anything.

But maybe he could be helpful in one way.

“Did a black car in terrible condition filled with a theatre troupe whose members have little regard for personal hygiene come past here?”

@gearsandlevers

No, why would she believe him. Just a child. A distraught child at that, closer to a young lady than a child, even. However, it looked like she was quite stressed out and no youngin should be that stressed out. The Doctor wanted to help.

“Yes, just The Doctor and definitely plural, two hearts,” The Doctor told her after a moment, rubbing his lips together and thinking about it. A black car in terr — actually to come to think of it, yes he actually had seen a car by that description. “Yes! Well, I’m pretty sure. I couldn’t be sure about their regard for personal hygiene, but the black car in bad condition, yes, one of those old fancy ones, or it would be if it were looked after.”

After watching her for a moment or two longer, The Doctor arched a brow. “But I don’t see how you are going to go about chasing after them, which is why I must insist on helping you, at least let me drive — err, take you after them. It’s not your typical transport, but it’ll take you where you need to go. You have my word that I’ll be a gentleman, cross my hearts,” he told her crossing both of them with an earnest expression. “You just look like you’re desperate and I’m here to help and would be honoured.”

“And to be fair, it wouldn’t be just if I left you here to fend for yourself, may I ask what the problem is, maybe I can help more than just taking you where-ever this ‘theater troupe’ are heading. I can give a pretty good chase in my TARDIS, but it would be nice to know why we’re chasing them.”

Honestly, they didn’t sound like people a young girl should be chasing at all and he couldn’t help but wonder if he should be taking her home to her parents instead. “Where are you parents, shouldn’t they be here looking after you?” he asked finally, his reasonable side finally getting a hold of him. Where were his manners. “And do you, perhaps, have a name?”

Yes, those were all very fine questions, Doctor. Now why did he feel like he was missing a pretty big thing right now? This didn’t exactly look like the normal Victorian Earth he knew, there was something odd about this place.

#ic #gearsandlevers #{excuse me this is a queue}#{sorry that took so long love}#we need more gears and levers.

xmagik-kingdomx‌:

When the door flew open, brown eyes went wide and surprised at the man before him. He was terribly tall and lanky- but that was all he really got to see before the door was slammed in his face again. His brows frowned and he wrapped his arms more around himself, his frown obvious. He wondered who the hell was living out in the middle of no where in a damned police box of all things- and sighed, looking around. Its not like he had many other options is it? He isn’t going to be able to just walk though the woods completely naked like this right?

When the door opened again he opened his mouth to say something- mostly to apologize for his state of undress- before something was being thrown into his body. He looked down at it all and then looked back up at him and tried to thank him- only to be meet with the door again. “Im getting to know you well, new friend” he says to the door before he sighs and looks through the clothes for what would fit. When he was at least dressed he knocked on the door as asked. Mentally he was thinking about the fact he hadn’t heard anything when the man was looking for the clothes.

When the door finally opened again he offered a small, strained and shy smile “Thank you for the clothes, I apologize terribly for the fact that I didnt have any on when I knocked… to be honest I didnt think that I would get anyone actually opening the door when I knocked out.” he was still holding the other clothes so that he could give them back to him “Um…may I ask why you are out here in the middle of the woods?” if people were going to be out here, then he was going to end up giving up the safety of somewhere to turn without worrying about anyone else… he would have to start trying to lock himself away somewhere instead. He also knew his own question had to be a bit rude since he was also an oddball out here…also naked. This should be a fun conversation…

@xmagik-kingdomx

When the door was knocked on again, The Doctor’s blush had lessened and he had no problem opening the door for the young man, wanting nothing more than an explanation onto why he’d been here and naked. However, it seemed like the male had the same idea —at least to why he was there. Listening as he took the extra clothing from the male, The Doctor offered him a bright, warm smiling, hoping to ease the young man’s fears or agitation. He’d been a little rude, he was sure, he’d just never had many situations like that, he didn’t mind people seeing him naked as much as he struggled with seeing others in the same way.

The Doctor didn’t find the young man’s question rude, but perhaps a little odd since he was here too and he was about to ask the same question. Of course, he wasn’t about to ignore it, answering it was simpler. “Uh, well, that’s a rather long story that I should probably cut as short as possible... So, repairs, basically. My ship needs repairs and she landed here of all places.”

He knew that that answer was probably going to end up with more questions than anything else, so he stepped to the side, his smile widening. “Won’t you come inside?” he questioned, offering the male entrance to the TARDIS. “It’s safe and there’s plenty of room, but I need to put these back into the closet and I can’t leave the door open, so either come in or wait outside,” he told him, arching a brow and stepping back completely.

“Just close the door behind you.”

With that he turned away and hurried up the ramp toward the TARDIS console, heading back down and another toward the corridor. “AND DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING!” he yelled out as he disappeared, leaving it up to the other male to either wait there or come inside after him, he had, after all, invited him in.

#ic #xmagik-kingdomx‌#{excuse me this is a queue}#who are you all the way out here?

beforewewerehopeless‌:

“You’re like an excited little bunny rabbit, aren’t you Doc?” The witch teased, before leaning back against those blue doors. As he spoke, the brunette found herself over-thinking everything, as always. He said no one could enter. Yet, she found that hard to believe. The Devil. He wasn’t just anyone. He would find a way. He always did.

Hot water. It felt like heaven. Washing over her wounds. Over her sore, tired muscles. Blood ran it’s way down the drain and, a little over fifteen minutes later the witch was walking back into the main control room. Her clothes, were clean. Her form, a whole lot less stressed. But, it didn’t matter. It never did. She knew this moment wouldn’t last. She knew that within moments a demon, or Lucifer himself would be lurking around the next corner. “What’s this do-hicky do?” Ella finally questioned, as she pointed at one of the meany leavers that flew this machine. Truth be told, she knew she was going to have to tell him everything. She knew, it was already time for that conversation. “Look, space man. There’s some stuff you kinda need to know if you want me to stick around.” Was that a good way to begin? She wasn’t sure. But, it was to late now.

“At the beginning of, well, everything, my family, my ancestors. They made a deal with the Devil. They wanted power. Power like no one else held and, they got it.” She paused, before taking another sip, as if somehow that would make all of this less painful to explain. “But, every deal has a price.” Amber eyes fluttered shut, as the witch stood and her free hand moved to rest upon her mothers necklace. “They promised him a wife. When a witch was born with certain abilities… she would be his. She would help him take over Heaven and the rest of the world. She, would also give him an heir to the throne.” God how this made her feel sick. Her life. Her horror story. It was like poison leaving her lips.

“I’m that lucky girl…”

Another pause. Another shudder running it’s way throughout her form. “Even in this thing. No matter where we are, he will find me. If he finds out you’re helping me, in anyway, he’ll kill you. He’ll torture you for all of eternity. You should get out whilst you still can. Before it’s to late.”

@beforewewerehopeless

While Ella had been showering, The Doctor had been working on getting them out of there, making his best of the distraction as he could, taking them up into space. He avoided the the Time Vortex for now, instead just taking them off the surface of Earth. He’d put her into orbit around the moon, finding that her gravity was a whole lot better for that, at least in the case of the TARDIS. When she walked back out and asked him what the flight lever was, he waved a hand, “Nothing of important unless you touch it, so don’t touch it.”

He looked up at her properly then, offering her a pleasant smile when he saw how much more relaxed she was — no need for a change of clothing then, alright. He stepped out from behind the console, stepping closer to her as she started to speak, wanting to pay her all his attention, to really listen to what she had to say, it was obviously important. What he hadn’t expected was, well, that. He worried his lips together, feeling pretty confused because where he was from there wasn’t really any Satan, not proper Satan anyway and he wasn’t even sure if he believed what she was saying. However, he’d seen the interaction earlier and it had been strange, even she was a little strange which made him hesitate in questioning or doubting her.

“Like the Devil as in Satan? As in God and Angels and... the Devil?” he asked dubiously. Fantastic, Doctor, way to go, way to sound like a disrespectful twat. He didn’t even believe in magic but whenever he was faced with something like it, he never opened his mouth — okay that was a rotten lie. But he’d just been trying not to doubt her and then he went and opened his mouth anyway. Rude. “Sorry,” he told her guiltily. “Always thought it was a bit rubbish.”

“So how’s being a witch going for career?” he asked, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth when he was done speaking because ‘whoops’ that was pretty rude too. He was taking her seriously, sort of, he was just struggling with it. He slid his hand away and made another apology, this time just mouthing it, his ears a little hot. “I’m a Time Lord, I’m twelve-hundred-years-old and I haven’t seen a trace of God or Angels and especially not the Devil, though I have met some creatures that could be powerful enough to be Satan and even one that thought he was Satan, could possibly even have created the mythology if someone had seen it...”

#ic #beforewewerehopeless #{excuse me this is a queue}#i can take you somewhere safe!

drgrumpyface1

Different DNA, they don't understand you {bishopsnythetic}

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bishopsnythetic‌:

Bishop looks the doctor up and down, judging him… strange for the unit to simply just judge the man.. but… this man just simply didn’t belong her, and both of them knew that all too well, didn’t they? Besides that, how else would a 20th century telephone box be in his lap, on a marine ship without one hell of a racket? He inhales and released a low sigh.

“The colony has not contacted us, it seems it’s power grids or antenna has been blown out, which doesn’t make sense as they would have easily fixed it.”

He hums before sticking his finger in his mouth and walking past the doctor again to close the door. Sound proof glass. The unit walks past him again and sits at a workbench, quietly tinkering with a robotic hand…

“But 57 years ago a ship that went by the Nostromo had went onto the moon, classified LV-426. Only a few days later the entire rig was set to detonate. One survivor, Lieutenant Ellen Ripley, she was found a month ago, and from a severe problem with the machines in the cryogenic tubes, she kept her age… and explained that aliens had wiped out her crew. And thousands of eggs were on the planet.”

And like that he went quiet and began to work on the robotic hand after putting a head phone in his ear to listen to Beethoven while fixing up the part.

@bishopsnythetic

Bishop sounded a little bored, honestly, and The Doctor didn’t blame him, was he the only one here? Wait — was he bored of him? Impatient? The Doctor pursed his lips and then watched the synthetic carefully, watching as the male went and closed the doors, wasn’t that a little bit ominous? The Doctor couldn’t help but inwardly chortle about it, he probably should be afraid, but he wasn’t, not of a robot, he liked robots. Though, he wondered why Bishop was being so secretive about what it was he had to say. But when he spoke up again, The Doctor’s eyes widened in interest. Oh well, that made sense. Military.

“Ohh, aliens and eggs you say, sounds like a well rounded breakfast,” The Doctor joked after listening to Bishop speak about what had gone on. Was he here because of these eggs? Aliens, even. And who was this Ellen Ripley, obviously a very tough woman if she’d made it off planet. To be fair, he had no idea what kind of aliens he was talking about, but his strange tone, it implied that no one else had made it out alive and that, of course, stated that they were dangerous and not alien like him. There were good aliens and bad, just like there were with humans, he supposed. “Okay, let me get this straight, in my head. The moon for this planet has dangerous aliens on it, which rid an entire colony off the face of it’s surface and... you sent marines? Typical. You find alien contact and you send men with guns, when has that ever solved anything, and so... they died. Bet the moon is still full of killer aliens that are mad as heck,” he commented in a cocky voice, like he could do better.

There was no telling, really. He wouldn’t really know how well he’d do until he encountered said creatures. How bad could they be, really? “Sounds like a good research trip,” he told the synthetic, though he did pause because Bishop wasn’t human, couldn’t really die and he was all the way up here. “What do you know about the aliens and eggs, alike? Is there anything I should know before popping along for a visit?” he asked him, pretty serious about going to the surface. He had no clue what he was in for, but the only way to find out was to be brave and actually go and take a look.

#ic #bishopsnythetic #{excuse me this is a queue}#{omg doctor no}#{this breakfast is really acidic!}#{we're not having bacon and eggs}#{and you don't just pop along and house visit an xenomoph}#different dna they don't understand you.

degenerate-era‌:

It was all so…perfect. Almost too perfect. Good things didn’t happen to people like her, not normally at least. She took a deep breath, stepping further into the TARDIS. “They truly won’t find me?” She had to clarify. “Ever? Unless I would want them to find me?” Sevens shuffled her feet nervously and looked around before looking back to the Doctor. If there were any catches, she would be right back out that door in a heartbeat. Her trust was never given so easily before, and this was a risk. Sevens didn’t like taking risks, not anymore. They used to be something she lived for, but now they only got her deeper and deeper in trouble. Her eyes were filled with fear, apprehension, and pain. But looking deeper, there was hope, excitement, and curiosity. She wanted all of this to be real, and that’s quite possibly why she hadn’t run off yet. Normally she’d be halfway back the The University by now. But no…she stayed. “You need to promise it.” She finally stated, in a firm tone.

@degenerate-era

“Cross my hearts,” The Doctor told her seriously as he made the motions over his chest, where his hearts were. He smiled after considering her for a long moment, wanting her to know that he was listening and that he’d protect her. He swallowed, hating that she’d been through whatever she’d been through and that it had taken him this long to find her and help. “Those doors are impenetrable and we can stay out of your timeline, away from this area altogether —You have my word. I’ll take you on adventures instead, no more fighting, no more running, well actually, I can’t promise that, there’s usually a lot of running.” he informed her with a guilty look.

“What fun is it if there’s no running, though?” he reasoned, shrugging a slender shoulder, using one had to pluck at his bow tie in a charming way, showing that he really did enjoy the running part.. “I do travel to a lot of places and I’m apparently really good at getting myself into trouble. Hope that’s okay? But I’m here to help the universe. The Doctor — here to help.”

That much was true, at least, he was here to help, but sometimes he was just nosy, like to go places, do a lot of things, sometimes he was just there to explore, but trouble always found him, and he sort of blamed the TARDIS for it, of course, she always did send him where he needed to go, so obviously he was needed here, Sevens needed him. She needed an escape, he could easily provide it and maybe he could show off a little while he was at it.

“So, how about it, care to come along?” he asked with a smirk.

#ic #degenerate-era‌#{excuse me this is a queue}#the leviathan.

hisbespokenpsychopath‌:

Seeing him honestly did lift her mood. And the simple fact he had been looking for her, hadn’t just run into her, had her extremely happy. River watched him with a keen eye. This wasn’t his kind of place, especially this face. Too adult for a being who preferred to dance like a strange giraffe in front of children. But that made the fact that he showed up sweeter to her. “I know you wouldn’t forget. Though, you’re not always on time.” Her usual smirk was firmly in place as she raked her eyes over him. The wine and the environment made it hard for her not to pull him into the corner and snog him senseless but she did want at least one birthday dance. There was the inebriated part of her mind that didn’t want the rest of the wine to go to waste but she could always get more. Or let the Time Lord be enough to intoxicate her further. “Of course, sweetie.” She stood, moving away from the elevated table and towards him, an extra bit of sway in her hips. One hand loosely took hold of his as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you.”

@hisbespokenpsychopath

“Yes, well we both know that the TARDIS has a mind of her own, I come exactly when I’m suppose to,” The Doctor told River begrudgingly as he watched her approach, his throat working hard as those forest green orbs ended up glued to her swinging hips. He cleared this throat, shifting on the spot uncomfortably, the Time Lord almost fidgety around the sexual — at least to him — advances. River herself was practically a sexual advance on her own, without any of the extras. For some reason she was able to make him like a teenager going through puberty, his hormones all out of whack.

Shifting from foot to foot, he held his hand out, taking hers and leading her onto the dance floor, the back of his neck and his ears going hot and red. This was stepping out of this regeneration’s comfort zone, but it was River’s birthday and he was going to make it up to her, give her some of what she wanted, especially since he knew their time together was pretty short in general. They both had things to do, they both ran on different timelines.

“You look stunning tonight,” he mumbled breathlessly as he tried to get his body to dance in the correct way to the music. It wasn’t as if he wanted to look stupid all the time, this body was just so uncoordinated. “Gunna have to help me out a bit here, this body doesn’t know how to behave,” he joked before he looked a bit embarrassed, realizing how it sounded. “I mean..l. the limbs are a bit wibbly.”

#ic #hisbespokenpsychopath‌#{excuse me this is a queue}#enough of that care to dance?

drgrumpyface1

There, out in the darkness, a fugitive running {commanderschntgaispock}

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commanderschntgaispock‌:

Spock sees the love for his ship that the Doctor has and it reminds him of Jim’s love for the Enterprise. He chuckles when the Doctor tells the TARDIS to not be a flirt, finding that quite amusing. He looks around at the TARDIS and wonders briefly what it would be like to time travel with her and the Doctor.

“I am pleased that you like me, TARDIS.” Spock tells her, smiling as he looks at the ship. He walks over and looks out of the windows on the doors and is amazed to actually be on the attacking ship now. “That is brilliantly fascinating!” He tells the Doctor. “Now, how are we going to get them to cease their attack on the Enterprise?” Spock asks.

@commanderschntgaispock

“Well, I never have much of a plan, but usually I start with a well timed speech and if that doesn’t work there’s often a lot of running,” The Doctor told the male with an amused look, the male adjusting his bow tie. He went over to the TARDIS scanner, pulling the viewing screen down so he could see into it better as he scanned the ship they were on. He was trying to figure out who and what they were dealing with, hoping it would give him some idea of how to approach the situation. “Very little life signs, at least to the TARDIS’ standards, perhaps a engineered race, maybe robots, oh I do like robotic races,” he told the Vulcan under his breath, trying to remember the show from his universe as if they would help? Would it, in a universe that was apparently real and not just a television show that he rather enjoyed. Was he dreaming?

He couldn’t be. But just in case, the Time Lord reached down and pinched himself, mouthing “Ouch” when it hurt, his face scrunching up into one of pain. Why had he done it so hard? “Do you have any suspicion to whom it might be?” he asked Spock, turning from the TARDIS console to look at him

He hurried down the platform to the doors where the Vulcan was waiting, finding himself looking up to him just a little bit. “I don’t think talking is going to help either way, so I say we go in a different direction —Disabling their weapons systems seems like a sound plan to me.”

#ic #commanderschntgaispock #{excuse me this is a queue}#there out in the darkness a fugitive running.

drgrumpyface1

consciousness is primary in the universe {genocidealarrogance}

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genocidalarrogance‌:

Over two years had gone by since the USCSS Prometheus left Earth to begin it’s lengthy journey through the stars. Though whilst the entire crew lay in their deep uninterrupted sleep, there was one who still roamed the ship, tending to his daily activities like clockwork, ever vigilant, ever precise, in every task that he took to with ease. It was simply another day to the tireless synthetic, another show of that endless routine of his as he made his way through the ship, checking on the stasis of those held within their cryotubes as he went by. It was like any other, alone, the times he wasn’t busy with the tasks demanded of him, he found himself filling the empty gaps with other activities, such as concocting some organic beverage that served him no real purpose, or taking a moment to sit and take in one of his favourite classic films from humanity’s past. Anything to keep the more tedious of moments at bay.

Though as he made his way through the greyed halls of the ship, just finishing his final check on the crew for that day, the lights seemed to flicker for just a moment, red engulfing the lit panels around him as they began to flash on and off. Instantly, he came to a stop, chin lightly stretched as his his eyebrows tensed ever so slightly.

“Attention: unauthorised personnel detected on the bridge. Attention: Unauthorised personnel detected on the bridge.” A robotic male voice repeated through out the ship, alerting David to a rather unexpected presence on board. He moved to the side of the hallway, tapping at the wall panel to find out whether this was true or not, given that they were so far away from any known life that he found it somewhat perplexing that anyone could find their way onboard the ship without any prior notice. Yet there it was, as clear as day, confirming that there was someone here that shouldn’t be.

Without any further delays, the synthetic began to make his way to the bridge through a brisk and sturdy step, the faintest sound of flip flops leading him to this apparent stranger who had found their way to where they shouldn’t be.

Soon enough, the heavy doors of the bridge slid open as he approached, the android half expecting to see no one, perhaps nothing more than a system malfunction, yet it wasn’t no one who greeted him, but a man and a… 20th Century Police phone box?

Turning to the stranger, he approached, idly prodding at one of the control panels on his way, locking the door behind him in an attempt to make sure that this… newcomer, couldn’t stray any further into the ship, as well as suppressing the alert for the time being. “Strange.” The prototype commented, his head titled very slightly to the side as curiosity beamed from those judgemental blue eyes. “You are not a member of the crew, nor do you have any form of authorisation to be here.” David uttered as a matter of fact, steadily approaching the stranger, barely a blink separating his gaze. “Yet, the ship was unable to detect you until you were on board. How… fascinating.” He further noted, watching the man closely. “Tell me, what are you doing here? What is your purpose?”

@genocidalarrogance

Turning at the expected entrance of the blond, The Doctor lowered his sonic screwdriver, not wanting it to be seen as some sort of weapon. He’d managed to get some information before he’d been interrupted, but not enough to figure out what time and place he was in — admittedly he’d been too curious about the ship itself to even think about looking at that information. “Yes, I suppose it is a bit strange, me being here, on your beautiful space ship, but I must confess, I don’t have much of a purpose here, a purpose in general, well I suppose it all depends on your perspective... I’m mostly just here to help.”

He knew that that explanation wouldn’t mean anything at all, and he scratched at his chin with a thoughtful expression. “To be honest, I’m not entirely sure where and when I am, it’s a bit of long story, actually it’s not, I got pulled into a sort of rift, caught the signal of your ship and now here I am. I come in peace?” he told the male, licking at his lower lip and raising his sonic screwdriver, showing it to him. “Sonic... not a weapon, I could build you a cabinet,” he told him jokingly before scanning the male.

“Oh —oh. Not even human, funny that, neither am I,” he told the synthetic. He looked at the results on the tool and his eyes widened appreciatively. “Biomechanical, carbon fiber skeleton... a 25 kW hydrogen fuel cell! You don’t see many of those. Excellent technology, you’re quite advanced, aren’t you? I haven’t see such a good specimen before, fantastic, you’re brilliant!” he exclaimed at him, coming closer and walking around him, humming appreciatively under his breath.

“Sorry, that was a bit rude, wasn’t it?” he apologized, making an ‘awkward’ face before licking his lips once again, tucking his sonic screwdriver away, offering the synthetic his hand. It was very humanoid, so he suspected it would have human practices. He didn’t want to be anymore rude than he had already. “I’m The Doctor, and that there is my TARDIS — Time And Relative Dimension In Space — it’s my ship.”

He figured that offering up interesting information about himself would at least distract from the fact that he obviously wasn’t supposed to be there, it wasn’t like he’d come to this place purposely, however, he was here now and could only offer up information and help if it was needed. “I detected human vital signs on board, so there are some here? I’m rather fond of the human race...”

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wearebrighterthanthesun‌:

“Mm-hm” Clara hummed as she swallowed her mouthful of tea and nodded. It was clear in his voice that he’d completely forgotten and even the Darth Vader helmet didn’t hide it very well.

“Hey, I’m clumsy but I’m not my own arm off with a knock-off lightsaber clumsy” Clara stated, placing her mug down and crossing her arms, a small frown growing on her face as she spoke. “It’s the holidays, kids are off for a week and I have no marking to do and as much as it may surprise you, I do more than just kissing when I’m not with you.”

“Hey, it’s not a knock-off, it’s home made, there’s a difference,” The Doctor told her in a complaining voice, looking a little sulky about it, he’d done really good making it considering one didn’t really exist yet. He tried to let it roll right off of his shoulders, though, knowing she didn’t really mean anything by it and he just offered her an amused, almost fond smile.

Holidays, who needed them, definitely not him.

“Alright, if you’re not kissing then what are you doing? You could be doing it, you bored?” he teased her even though he’d sent her a message to meet up with her. His smile started getting more and more mischievous, the male paying her more and more attention now that it had been caught. He did enjoy his time with her, even if he seemed to get caught up in his own world sometimes. To be fair, he’d told her to get tea and then had come up with the idea to make a lightsaber, forgetting about her. They were supposed to be doing something spacey today. “We could go somewhere, as long as there’s no kissing.”

#wearebrighterthanthesun‌#ic #{excuse me this is a queue}#don't you have kissing to do?

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The rise and fall of one great..{riverspxilers}

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riverspxilers‌:

River had heard about this new exhibit being put on display at the, “Memory of Moon.” She had heard stories about the famous painting being held there. Her intentions were not to take it, just to see it with her own eyes. Having a time traveling device did have it’s perks when it came to exclusive items. Just the lore around the painting was enough to make her come see it.

She did dress the part, looking as elegant as ever. The night was going to be filled with beauty and grace. Honestly, she hadn’t expected to know anyone there, and doubted she would see her beloved husband at this event. Unless something was going to happen, he would be off doing something else.

When she arrived, there were others already there, socializing and walking about. She grabbed a champagne flute from a tray passing by and sipped it. Before she could really look around, they quieted everyone down for an announcement.

“Thank you all for coming today, and for your generous donations to our gallery,” they paused for applause, “In 20 minutes we will be unveiling the piece you all came to see. Enjoy the hors d’oeuvres and thank you all again.”

River began walking around, appreciating the surrounding art. She had always been a fan of art, loving how powerful they could be. They not only showed power, but held it as well. The amount of money these pieces go for was insanity to her. She found her way in front of a piece that was a bunch of glowing colors on canvas.

Ah-ha, there she was, predictable as always.

The Doctor didn’t much pay anyone else any attention, his green-brown eyes locked onto the blond’s figure practically gliding through the gathering crowd. This was her kind of scene, she was definitely in her element. He grabbed a flute of champagne taking a big mouthful only to realise pretty much right away what it was and he made a desperate face, spitting it back into the glass dramatically, returning it to a tray as they passed—that was disgusting. You’d think since it was made of grapes it wouldn’t be as bad as it was. Where was all the fruit bubbly or the juice boxes?! He wiped at his mouth, poking out his tongue and making another face as he looked around, hoping to see something he could drink, but after a moment he just focused back on River.

Deciding now was good as a time as any, the Time Lord headed toward his wife, lingering behind her for a moment, viewing the piece over her shoulder, trying to see it as she did. He got caught up in it for a moment, the light reminding him of a bursting supernova and he wondered if he could find the money to buy something like this, maybe if he went into the past, or future to get it, find it on sale and put it somewhere in the TARDIS, especially if River liked it, he was sure she’d appreciate the sentiment. Glancing at her from the side, he appraised her, letting his gaze linger before he licked at his lips opening his mouth to speak.

“Kind of reminds me of your hair, full of spoilers and secrets,” he told her, stepping up beside her, the corner of his mouth twitching up. So if she wasn’t about to steal the painting — and she wouldn’t risk being too public or seen before doing something like that — then who was? Someone was. It was in all the papers in the future. It had quite the catchy headline too:

‘Blank space: Astronaut steals famous painting from the Moon gallery.’

“Fancy seeing you here,” The Doctor teased, adjusting the bow tie of his tuxedo as he shot her a mischievous smile. “Looking pretty fancy too.”

#riverspxilers #ic #{excuse me this is a queue}#the rise and fall of one great.

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