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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

[horrificmemes]

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

[sawbonesseptem]

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Wheeze.. grind wheeze. The Doctor lazily moved about his console, whistling to himself as he did. A switch here, a button there. Then the entire ship lurched hard to the right. “-whoa whoa.. easy girl,” he cooed as he picked up his paces, to and fro. Before the tell-tale THUD landing “-what as that? Eh? Aye?” he mused, leaning close to his display screen “-right.. well. Clearly you had a rrrrreason to land here!” he said with the trilling of his ‘r’. He popped his hat and coat on, and snatched the brolly from the stand, bursting into.. winter. Cold and icy. Scowling, he glanced quickly for whomever could be near to give him an idea of where he was.

[sawbonesseptem]

Like for a starter!

[whoosh-whoosh-tardis-noises]

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[sawbonesseptem]

Guess WHOs back.

[scriptscribbles]

Maybe one, after all.

[sawbonesseptem]

“Very good,” he stepped aside as the TARDIS doors swung open “-there should be a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket inside. I’ve redecorated recently, much more comfortable than the sterile old white and grey,” he flashed an impish smile “-may I take your jacket?”

[cleowho]

“Stray what?”

Survival - season 26 - 1989

[ambitchious-babcock]

@sawbonesseptem || sc!

C.C. didn’t quite succeed at hiding her amusement.

All right, she cackled.

“What’s with that outfit?”

[sawbonesseptem]

“I will have you know that this is the height of fashion in Paris,” he lied “-then again... I would expect American fashions tastes to be a bit... behind the curve...”

[blondechav]

sawbonesseptem:

“Whatever you’d like,” was his simple reply “-I’ve nothing to do this evening… I have a bottle of wine chilling in the TARDIS…” he shrugged “-a completely free evening.” once more his eyes wandered her, before his voice came out in a soft, slow whisper “-we could… enjoy one another?”

           “ are you askin’ me out on a date, doctor? ”  because that was certainly what it sounded like on the surface. a night in. a bottle of wine to SHARE. much more intimate of one than goin’ out for chips ( &. making her pay ) for sure, but it wasn’t like he was propositioning her. or wasn’t he?

[sawbonesseptem]

“A date would be a lovely start.” he shrugged “-I, my dear, am asking you spend an evening with me however it is you’d like! Whatever activity you’d enjoy,” he twirled his umbrella around his hand a little “-I have no expectations, besides a hope you’ll join me,”

[sawbonesseptem]

“Whatever you’d like,” was his simple reply “-I’ve nothing to do this evening... I have a bottle of wine chilling in the TARDIS...” he shrugged “-a completely free evening.” once more his eyes wandered her, before his voice came out in a soft, slow whisper “-we could... enjoy one another?”

[sawbonesseptem]

“Oh I agree... I agree,” he nodded and moved a step closer to her, hands clasped gently behind his back as he now locked eyes with her “-talking about this sort of thing is a bit pointless isn’t it,” his voice has a bit of a purr wavering at the end of it “-I suppose we could always do something about it then?”

[sawbonesseptem]

@doctordandy

What was that supposed to mean?! That was outrageous!

“Oh yes, is me indeed! Now, who the places are you, old chap?”

The Seventh Doctor narrowed his eyes, and muttered something about the massively tall man getting a nose bleed.

“-come now. You know PRECISELY who I am!”

[sawbonesseptem]

@blondechav

“ ‘m not— ”  …okay, so maybe THAT was a lie. she was. just a little. that didn’t mean he had to CALL HER OUT on it, though. none of her other doctors ever would have.not that she thinks they ever really noticed either. this him is much more perceptive. certainly more forward too, though the surprise snog she’d planted on him when first meeting might have also had something to do with it. regardless, this is a conversation she definitely doesNOT want to be having.  “ oh, SHUT UP! ”

The Doctor didn’t speak. He allowed her own mind to run and process and over-heat and blab on. His impish eyes ran up and down her body and made no show of trying to hide the fact that he was admiring her. When they had kissed, his brain had been flooded with memories of affection. Trust. Maybe even love. He would eventually, possibly, love this woman. His face split into a wide and toothy grin as he laid his brogue on thick:

“-me thinks thoust doth protest too much,”

[sawbonesseptem]

'Make me.'

The Doctor eyed her with a slide, sideways grin. Alone in the console room.. she uttered those soft words that held such a deep meaning. “-then I shall have to come over to you,”

[sawbonesseptem]

Seventh Doctor: I never kiss strange people, no matter how beautiful, how fascinating, how intriguing they might be.

*five minutes earlier*

Sixth Doctor: *does just that*