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Hello! I'm The Doctor!

[gingcrstardust]

❝I’m sorry, I don’t take orders. I barely take suggestions.❞

Indie, semi-selective, OC Fourteenth Doctor from Doctor Who. 

A STUDY IN: being a woman, making it everyone else’s problem, food, wibbly wobbly stuff, saying the word fuck

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hi, i’m nana. had this ginger since around 2021ish. i’m over the age of 35, so this blog is 21+. IMs are always open and discord is by request. 

carrd.

[gingcrstardust]

While I'd like to start with the most important room, the console room, I tend to get stuck on that one. So, have the next important one: the lab.

The Doctor's lab/workshop/toyroom... whatever you'd like to call it, is a place of peace for her. Or is, most of the time, anyway. This is where the magic happens. Sexy science magic, where thingamagigs and whatchucallsits are made. Where she's found cures for zombie diseases and has created worldwide water filtration systems and edible plants that can survive years-long droughts.

Where her newest version of K9, codename Hendrix, is being born.

The room is made up of a hodgepodge of technology across different eras, some from Earth, some from other places. Computers are slapped together in strange and interesting ways that only The Doctor seems to understand- it's a wonder any of them work at all, and boy, do they work, as she uses them to hack into even the most sophisticated systems when she needs to. Or is bored.

While she has a normal kitchen (there is, in fact, more than one small kitchen on the TARDIS, but more of that later), the one here is more than adequate for her needs. Given the bathroom and sleeping area, where often times she stumbles through the sliding door to collapse onto one of the beds, there have been times when she hasn't left the lab for months days at a time, especially as the fridge possesses a food replicator.

If you're of the scientific mind, or are simply just curious, she'll more than welcome you in as long as you don't run amok. There are things that are breakable, dangerous substances, and more than likely, planet-ending doohickies.

Don't worry- those last bits are safely tucked away. Probably.

[gingcrstardust]

an independent semi-selective oc 14th doctor of doctor who.

carrd.

[gingcrstardust]

I believe that all Renegade Time Lords are "branded" with some mark of a serpent to show their renegade status; each regeneration brings about a new serpent in a different location. It never leaves. How it appears is a bit of a mystery; some sort of Time Lord magic, perhaps.

For the Fourteenth Doctor, hers is a small black serpent wrapped (or appears to be wrapped) around her right clavicle. She's actually quite fond of the mark.

[gingcrstardust]

@spxnglr

hear me out ok

just imagine, that the firehouse sits atop a time rift

there’s a reason all kinds of fuckery is drawn to new york

and one day, when the boys return from a job, tired and vaguely covered in a gross goo, there’s this thing

a blue box thing

just sitting there

and there’s this tiny ginger spinning around in a chair, killing time, having obviously found egon’s stash cause there’s a twinkie sticking out of her mouth

some people meet the doctor with a bang

others when she’s crashing out on a sugar high and charging her space-house illegally

[spxnglr]

IT WAS AN ACTION THAT WOULD'VE EASILY POSSESSED THE CAPACITY TO SURPRISE ANYONE THAT WITNESSED IT. Poised next to a table, he'd initially been still, the majority of his demeanour ebbing an overall sense of calm. Only the expression on his face gave any signs that something wasn't quite right.

THEN, QUICK AS A FLASH, SOMETHING HAD CLEARLY SNAPPED WITHIN HIM. Slamming both palms on one edge of the table, he gritted his teeth and grunted as he swept them across, sending paperwork, stationary and crockery flying into the air, and, eventually, to the ground.

EYES CLOSED, HIS CHEST ROSE AND FELL WITH A CLEAR ANGER. However, soon enough, he'd mellowed once more. It wasn't long before he was surveying the mess he'd created with clear embarrassment.

❝ ...Sorry. I'll clean this up. ❞

[gingcrstardust]

There’s an odd sort of quiet in the workshop. Not silence- there’s still the whirl of machines, the bubbling of semi-unknown substances, the hum of computers -but quiet. Unusual for The Doctor who usually wouldn’t shut up, but she’s sat at one of the long tables strewn with parts and bits and bobs, fiddling with… something. She’s not sure; her heart(s) aren’t into it.

Her lips press into a thin line as she flinched slightly at the sudden crash before sliding off her stool, stooping to help him clean. “…It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

She doesn’t meet his gaze, hasn’t looked Egon in the eyes for a few hours. “I’m sorry again, but it’s a fixed point—“

[gingcrstardust]

a part of me also wants to write millennia but i feel like that's a bit too niche

[gingcrstardust]

[sclfmastery]

The sound that escapes the Master is something of a duck-quack of bemusement.

      “You’re building another K-9?  GODS if that doesn’t make me feel old and decrepit!”

He thrusts out a laugh straight from the diaphragm, and restlessly circles the project in progress.  As he moves toward the mechanical dog, the stars from the transparent wall illumine his ferociously kinetic figure. It renders him seraphic, despite the depths of destruction to which he often stoops.  The sight is both ironic and deeply tragic. 

And beautiful, like the Doctor herself.

(He tries not to think too deeply, just yet, on the snapping, severing sensation that was audible inside his head when they physically broke apart.) 

     “What do you want me to do?  Field tests? Calibrations?  Workshopping for design improvements?  If you say ‘field tests,’ I’m not going to volunteer to be chased across a field by this thing.” 

[gingcrstardust]

It takes her a moment to actually process and reply to his words. She's distracted by his sheer beauty, reflected off the stars. There's a glow about him, aura, she believes the kids call it nowadays, and it enthralls her as much as it pissed her off because how dare he seduce her without even trying?

She clears her throat, moves closer, but keeps the table and the dog between them before she does something stupid like reach out and kiss him until they're both breathless and someone ends up pregnant.

"A bit of everything, I think. I built the base, but I want to take him further, my Hendrix. I'm talking offense and defense. Full mobility. The works." A short pause and she shifts, almost uncomfortably, as if she's suddenly struggling to put what she wants to say into being and soon words come spilling out like vomit. Word vomit.

"I thought it would be something we could do together. And we could spend time together. Create and experiment and hold hands and smooch and stuff. Like we did back in school. Maybe."

You know what would be nice right about now? For a meteor to just take out the TARDIS. Yes. That would be perfect.

[gingcrstardust]

an independent semi-selective oc 14th doctor of doctor who.

carrd.

[clowns0cks]

the master. like if you agree.

[gingcrstardust]

an independent semi-selective oc 14th doctor of doctor who.

carrd.

[ma-che-noia]

Sacha Dhawan in Wolf, 2023

[gingcrstardust]

What The Doctor Craves:

a relationship that feels like freedom and not a job

to not be replaced when she gets distant

to be loved without needing to make sense

a break from being the one everyone depends on

to be appreciated for who she is and not just what she does

peace from her own mind

someone who will stay even after seeing her darkest aspect

to be babied a little

to be protected instead of always being the protector

[gingcrstardust]

What The Doctor Struggles With:

needing to fix everything, including people

equating being needed with being loved

needing to be better than everyone else in the room

refusing to rest until her body shuts down

choosing silence over vulnerability

wanting comfort but being unable to ask for it

needing to have the last word

admitting when she’s hurt

disappearing for “clarity”

ignoring the red flags because the vibe is good

flirting then panicking when it works

over explaining something no one asked about

letting someone else take the lead

needing attention

asking for advice then ignoring it entirely

[greelin]

“you can’t just casually mention you’ve technically died once” i can actually. it’s funny

[gingcrstardust]

So finally. FINALLY.

carrd

mind you, not every link is operational at the moment, but I'm working on that next. but this has all the things: guidelines, verses, statistics, biography...

i'm actually really proud of it so far