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Indie 9th Doctor blog,semi-selective, please read guidelines.

[leatherxsonic]

“I really would not recommend putting that in your mouth. Truly. Unless you want an alien tentacle as a tongue.”

[leatherxsonic]

“Duck, you idiot!” (( ksyle ))

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@rubiesintherough

Sometimes, The Doctor could be a dense man. A smart man, sure, but absolutely dense. Denser than anything in the universe, even. He was so focused on trying to figure out the nature of Ksyle’s build, squinting at his sonic, that he barely noticed the heavy projectile coming at his head.

In an instant, he ducked, hearing a loud thud and a crack against the wall behind him. Nine blinked a few times, then looked at Ksyle again, instantly fascinated once more.

“Oh, ‘ppreciate it!”

Idiot.

“Best we go before I lose my head. Or you, yours.” 

The Doctor winked and absently offered his hand, then thought better of it, retracted it, and ran.

[thingsthedoctorsmellslike]

things the Doctor smells like (#183)

leather

star dust

[leatherxsonic]

pontia:

             —“Wait,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “I’ve seen you before.” Multiple times before, she thinks–but spread across her years of living, far longer than any human would be able to live. Who is he? What is he? 

It’s possible he’s a god from elsewhere in the world, but that doesn’t explain the odd, blue object he’d stepped out of, nor the thing he held in his hands. It looks like something Hephaistos might craft, and appears enchanted. Most of all, it doesn’t explain the fact that he’s speaking her language perfectly, which certainly hasn’t been her experience of foreign deities. 

“You’re always lurking in the shadows.” The memories she can conjure with him in them don’t lean towards the positive events of her life, which doesn’t bode well for what his intentions may be. “And trying not to be noticed.” 

Who was she? He wanted to scan her with the sonic, maybe it would give him an indication of just what she was...

But that was rude. He did not want to start off this regeneration with rudeness. The Doctor shook his head at his own thoughts. She was far too aware of him, someone who had seen him before. He swore he recognized the energy, but not the face. 

It was an old feeling. Something ancient lurking under a young and beautiful face. The Doctor squinted, then slowly lowered his hands to slide the sonic into his pocket. 

“I mean, I do have that face. Funny lookin’ face, bigger ears than I really wanted...” 

Rambling was not going to save him from the truth.

“Bein’ noticed isn’t that much fun, people wanna say hi, make too many friends and you never have time for a nap.”

Damn fool.

[leatherxsonic]

pontia

  “You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”...

do you mind if i continue?

You never gotta ask Bay <3

[leatherxsonic]

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.” [ who is this strange man who just showed up with future tech in ancient greece ]

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@pontia

Oh, right. Maybe showing up in ancient times and waving the sonic around wasn’t the greatest idea in the world. He never claimed to be perfect. A genius? Surely. Devastatingly good looking? Debatable. But perfect? No, he’d messed up way too many times for that.

Nine’s eyebrows lifted for a moment in surprise, then furrowed in thought. Slowly but surely, the sonic tucked between his thumb and palm, he raised his hands to the woman, trying in the most universal human way he could think of to indicate that he didn’t mean any harm.

“Aye, gotcha. Best if I go, then. Lots of...things to do. Gotta wash my hair, I’ve got a date about...” 

He would have looked at a watch if he wore one.

“Eighty two years, this spot, can’t be late again, she’ll sheer me...”

Maybe if he passed himself as a harmless loon, this woman who was downright oozing with power and a potent fury in her eyes would spare him. He really should have checked the date before stepping out into ancient Greece. Yikes.

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

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as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”

[torchwoodsx-archive-blog]

If the Doctor thought everything was okay, then it had to be okay, yeah? His navigation may be a bit shoddy–he had distinctly asked to go to the Moon Landing Viewing in Florida, the United States, but 21st century London was only about 50 or so years off the mark–but it always made for a fun time. And everything they did, no matter how dangerous, the Doctor fixed it. It’s what he did.

With a little grin of much more genuine proportions Lukas leaned over and knocked shoulders with the shorter man. “I’ve never seen New New New Earth, and we could probably bring our own salt. I hear they sell it in the stores now and everything.” 

“Oh, but Victorian times sound so nice… come on, you know I’m rubbish at decisions.”

[leatherxsonic]

The Doctor shook his head as Lukas leaned and bumped him, his leather covered arms crossing as he walked, feigning annoyance as he pondered where to take the other. 

“Oh, a store? What kind of blasphemy is that? They sell minerals now?” It was clear The Doctor was teasing Lukas, a grin slowly starting to break across his face as he reached for his sonic.

“Victorian times and then New New New Earth. Or the other way ‘round. Doesn’t matter much, now does it?” He played with his sonic for a moment or so.

“However, I am sure I owe Casanova a chicken...” He scrunched up his nose, lost in a train of thought even another Time Lord couldn’t follow.

[undermyprotectxon]

“A few days?” she repeated incredulously, following him into the TARDIS. “More like two weeks! I’ve been crashing on UNIT’s couch!” Megan crossed her arms and huffed at him. “What took you so long?”

[leatherxsonic]

“Okay, so a few weeks---still within the realm of days, Megan.”

The Doctor liked to get into technicalities when it got him out of trouble. He offered the other an apologetic grin as he shut the TARDIS door behind them. Her questions only made him pout as he moved towards the console.

“It’s complicated. Timelines to fix, planets to save, I would have brought you but---”

But he wouldn’t put her in that level of danger. He would rather she think he was not to be trusted and that he had left her than have her dead. 

“Doesn’t matter! I promised you France in the 32nd century, did I not?”

[torchwoodsx-archive-blog]

He could run around and laugh and make jokes about planets all he wanted, but Lukas had to admit that the Doctor was a scary man when he wanted to be. Of course, man like that needed to be, he couldn’t help but think. He was the Doctor, and he was always talking about the importance of certain things in the universe.

Well, from Lukas’ perspective, nothing was more important than this man. 

The entire room felt frozen in that moment, the alien watching the Doctor, calculating, trying to figure out it’s chances of winning if things were to come to a confrontation. He sucked in a breath as it spoke, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt as the Doctor threatened judicial harm, which was something Lukas hadn’t expected, but was glad for all the same. The alien left and it was almost as though time continued on with it, the Doctor turning around with one of his silly little grins.

“Chips sound great,” he commented airily, swallowing a lump in his throat, “but they didn’t seem like they’d just… get gone, y’know? You sure they’re not coming back?”

[leatherxsonic]

“Oh, them? Yeah, they’ll be back.” The Doctor was calm and casual about that statement as he brushed off his jacket, pocketing his sonic and shooting Lukas a wide grin. Of course he knew that they would be back. It was just a matter of time. It was all about time. 

“Give them a few thousand years to put their collective intelligence together and realize there is no law about invading a level 5 planet, and maybe they will consider taking a peek at Earth. But ‘round that time, you lot will have your own defenses. And me. We’ll stop ‘round that timeline tomorrow.”

It seemed that Lukas was a little shaken by the encounter, and The Doctor had to remember that humans weren’t used to facing off with giant aliens with nothing but a sonic device and an attitude problem. The Doctor turned and motioned for him to follow as he walked.

“Chips. We’ll get chips and then I will take you to Victorian times. Or we can go visit New New New Earth and get chips there. Their salt is a bit off, though, might want to steer clear of it...” He twisted up his face in response. 

[amelia-rayshen]

To everyone who needs this tonight

You are strong and you are beautiful and you will get through this. Keep your chin up and fight on. 

[leatherxsonic]

“An’ who are you? This planet is spoken for, sorry.” 

It was clear that he wasn’t sorry, the anger of a man who had seen too much death and was not in the mood to see the humans he had grown so strangely fond of hurt. 

     “My companion. My TARDIS. My stupid humans. Your cue to leave.”

The alien creature he faced stared back, looking very conflicted. The Doctor was unarmed, save for a temper and a sonic screwdriver, but the look in his eyes told his opponent that he would make due with what he had. After a tense standoff, the creature spoke.

   “This is not the end, Time Lord.”

The Doctor quirked a brow, the slightest smirk touching his lips.

“Go on, before I have your entire colony tried and sentenced by the Shadow Proclamation for trying to invade a level 5 planet. Shoo.”

His words sounded light, but the threat was heavy. The standoff ended just as quickly as it had become, and The Doctor seemed pleased, turning to look behind him.

“I could go for chips right about now.”

[leatherxsonic]

“Don’t look at me like that! I was only a few days off!”

[ksica]

[billiendanneel]

[musesgonnamuse]

dont get involved with me ——

                                                           —— youll die

[leatherxsonic]

guardian-of-a-timelord

 “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what...

Guardimun: ow my feels :’(

Never leave me alone with something I can turn into massive pain, friend.