miss. smith.

indi roleplay of sarah jane smith multi everything and LGBTQ+ friendly. i love the writing and I just can't stop come have a play, and bring your helmet

[smithjanesarah]

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Who didn't we meet? Who lived? Who died? What happened in the moments between what we've already seen? What will YOU write? How else to feed the curiosity than by writing those stories ourselves? Here we can feed that hunger not only to explore new adventures, but in some small way to become the Muses that live in our hearts and minds. Where else can you kick back with the Doctor, be in the TARDIS, or even be the Doctor yourself? Or to be that person that we never saw on our T.V. screens that deep down you know would have been an amazing part of that vast Universe that is Doctor Who? This site prizes quality over quantity, so posting requirements are low. Most of us are pretty busy with jobs and University, but with The Whoniverse New adventures, you can have your life and eat it too. Most posts are more than multi-paragraph, and some fill the page. Bring your best plotting hat and your sturdy shoes because we’re going on an adventure together. Busy or not, most of our writers find time to hang out in our Discord. It’s a very friendly bunch, and we’re generally too busy talking about everything from black hole singularities to Marching Band to bother with any Drama. We talk about our lives and share bad jokes. We’re a small community as of yet, but that means that there are some sweet canon roles just waiting to be snatched up by the next Poet. Original Characters are welcome. LGBTQ+ writers and characters are welcome and respected. We’re also lucky enough to have learned some things from those who are Visually Impaired, and taken those lessons to heart in the way our website is put together. Come dive in. The fellowship is warm, and the writing is scorching hot. Rated PG+

[therapardalis]

[Rescue Meme from @smithjanesarah​.]

🌞 for my muse to rescue yours from something. ————

Thera arrived at the scene a few minutes behind, having parked on the next block. The message left on her answering machine hadn’t given a lot of detail, only to meet her here and ‘I think you’ll be interested’.

It gave her a wide-angle view of the site and the situation as she approached - an ageing, weatherbeaten terrace house, ivy creeping between the bricks. Curtained windows, dead tree in the patch of front yard. And the trio of men standing around a few doors down, watching the tiny, well-dressed young woman waiting outside.

Ohh, hell no. Thera picked up her pace, resisting the urge to break into a jog as the men muttered to each other and started to move toward Sarah Jane. She looked like she might have money on her, and whether they intended to beg or to take … 

Her boots hit the footpath in front of the house just ahead of them and she turned, deliberately in the way with a raised brow and challenge in her tone. “Something we can do for you boys?”

[smithjanesarah]

When you needed a brain surgeon, you went to a brain surgeon. When dealing with something like what she'd uncovered, you went to Thera Pardalis. Well, called her anyway. Time was of the essence. That was why Sarah Jane had come directly from her sticky-fingered visit from the museum luncheon to here, certain she had the next key to her caper. And perhaps she had, but she didn't know how to use it. According to her detector watch, there was nothing alien here. It was all, indeed, from Earth. The book she'd nicked was a weight, the strap of her bag digging into her shoulder. The bag was quite the fancy monstrosity that she'd taken from Grand Aunt Lavinia, the only thing she could find that was both large enough to carry her prize, and posh enough to fit in at the lobster-level event. The abandoned, broken down state of this building was not what she'd been expecting. Nor her inability to get through the door. Tempted as she'd been poke around the house and try to seen in through the windows at least, she'd taken a nasty jolt early in her exploration and had decided to wait and see what Thera could make of it. It came to her as she was waiting that It may have been a mistake to dismiss the neighbors as unconnected to the plot. They seemed the type too busy just trying to get by to have time to be involved in reaping Earth's resources. She was quickly rethinking that as the three men stopped just looking and slowly shambling, to directly approaching with purpose, Say something funny. Say something funny. Right about now. Sooner. Anything? She was drawing in a slow inhale from her open mouth, just hoping something distracting would come out magically when suddenly Thera was there. Sarah Jane could recognize her from the way she moved as much as from the form of her. A certain grace and speed that could ironically be described as unearthly. "Is there something we can do for you boys?" She heard Thera ask. All three looked her up and down with a licentiousness that made Sarah Jane snarl. She took a few steps forward as the men laughed at her in ugly fashion. "Oi Missy, you bet there is. Nar all we need is one more woman to show up." Apparently the other two found this amusing and worse, provocative. The alpha of the pack, who may have been considered handsome and well built compared to the other two if he'd had more teeth and a cleaner shirt, reached out hard and fast for Thera. "Thera!!" Sarah shouted, and it was on. She herself yanked a small, rusted, child's tricycle out of the grass. Her swing came up just in time to hit the little guy on the left who had bolted in her direction. Damning the fancy heels of her boots though, Sarah Jane quickly decanted onto the ground.

[stephadoo]

Every Doctor Who Story → Mawdryn Undead

“Well, bless my soul. So you’ve done it again, Doctor.”

[thegoodwhovian]

-Dandy-

Today would have been the birthday of Jon Pertwee who portrayed among other characters the Third Doctor Who.

By coincidence I’ve been working on this piece on the side for some time and he was completed just in time for today.

It was a challenge making his outfit (what you see is literally all there is) and it’s pretty basic stuff. Glued for the most part rather than stitched or sewn.

Suffice as to say I have no plans to make another piece like this.

A detail I suddenly felt I had to include was his little Mother-of-Pearl ‘Loupe’ magnifier worn around his neck. Sculpted in a beige clay and dry brushed with a pearlescent paint.

Inspired by his outfit seen in ‘The Green Death’ and ‘Death to the Daleks’.

Made in Super and Regular Sculpey and an IKEA pillowcase...

For more, check out my Instagram!

Instagram.com/jamesthesculptor

[smithjanesarah]

The Whoniverse New Adventures RP site on Jcink is seeking Companions. We're swimming with outstanding Doctors, and a couple of mind-blowing Masters, but still need to fill out the roles of the Companions. Posting requirements are low, expectations of writing and role playing ability are high. OOC kindness is a must. We include Classic Who, NuWho, Torchwood, and Original Characters. The available canon list is here. To find out more about us, see my pinned post.

[desilikearnaz]

Dear Desi, you and I wrote together briefly from your gwencoopertorchwood account years ago. I enjoyed it, and hope you did as well, though we only got a few posts in. I am now running a Dr.Who RP site on Jcink. I would really love to have a Gwen Cooper on board. Your experience and tone would fit in very well with our friendly group. We're big on quality over quantity, and always kindness first. You would have to make an application, even though I'm inviting you, but I think you'd do just great. We have a lovely Jack already. I was wondering if you might come give us a visit. For what it's worth, by last count I think the average age of our players hovers somewhere around 40. I hope this finds you well, and I'd love to hear back from you.

I would love to check it out. What is the link?

[smithjanesarah]

I'm linking you to my Tumblr ad, as it has a nice blurb regarding what we're about. It also has handy links. Thank you so much for getting back to me.

miss. smith.

Jcink Premium Available Canons and Cast Rules Our Discord Who didn't we meet? Who lived? Who died? What happened in the moments betw

Thank you so much for your time, however it works out.

[grandadtwelve]

ah yes. personal space. that thing the doctor definitely has a concept of.

[smithjanesarah]

I have noticed that this Doctor tends to press his nose into Sarah Jane's hair when he gets a chance. I'm going to start looking for more images of this. I can think of at least three. She has the same sort of relationship with his coat.

[donmarcojuande]

Elisabeth Sladen as Sarah Jane Smith in ‘Terror of the Zygons’ - pt 1

[smithjanesarah]

These are beautiful. Instant follow!

[youre-standing-on-my-scarf]

“What are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you, actually. For a change.”

[chyna9]

Chance Encounters

Chyna was sitting backstage, getting ready for the conference for the big PPV. She was main eventing it and as it turned out, the company wanted her to remain in character as they all did their little bit of trash talking and so on. She was excited for it, this whole approach where old school aesthetic was returning, where you didn’t break your persona instead of the recent trend where kayfabe was all but shattered for good.

She was wearing a double breasted black suit and matching trousers, a gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings. A belt with words C9 in buckle was seen around her waist, custom made from Chanel and the ensemble was topped off with Louboutins. A fedora was placed on a stand next to her. Bit of a departure from her usual leather in ring attire but then again, this was a different kind of event.

She was now just waiting for her makeup artist to show up and work her magic. Sandra was late.

It wasn’t her usual style even if she had to fly in from a different location this time round. That is, when her assistant Emily showed up.

“Sandra said she can’t make it. Her flight got delayed.” She informed Chyna, knowing fully well The 9th Wonder won’t be happy to hear that.

A mild frown spread over Chyna’s lips as she gave a nod. “Well that’s a bummer, but please don’t tell me that I have to do my own makeup now!”

Emily chuckled. “No, of course not. I’ve arranged for a replacement. I had to work some magic but she’ll be here in few. You owe me one for this!”

“Only if she’s up to the mark!” Chyna shot back with a grin. “Just kidding of course, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much for it.”

“Let me bring her in and introduce to you. By the way, she doesn’t know who’s her client for the evening.” Emily responded with a thin smile before the plucky assistant sauntered out.

Chyna took a moment to eye herself in the mirror. She definitely filled the suit incredibly well. It was going to be quite the power statement that she intended to make out there.

As she always did.

@torrential-karma

[smithjanesarah]

She got that mass of silken black hair smoothed entirely out, still gripping it in her hand as she popped the black elastic from her wrist to the base of Chyna's skull. The woman's hair was so perfectly healthy it didn't need a single drop of product, which is how Jennifer liked it. She'd enjoyed very much handling it all.

When it came to the idea of ball busting, surely Chyna was just teasing her. From what she'd heard about this sort of wrestling, it was really more like dancing . . .all choreographed and the like. It was clear that her client was quite the athlete (oh, lord, those thigh muscles) but she didn't imagine that the woman actually fought with men. She seemed too sweet for that. There was something truly gentle in her eyes, or at least when she wasn't looking wicked with flirting.

"Ha! Don't be crazy, I am not wearing that costume out. That would just be asking for trouble."

For an instant, she was certain to hide her gaze behind dark lashes, concentrating on the bottom of that long ponytail. The above stated was a lesson learned. Nothing dire, but nothing to be repeated. Ever.

[ebonysolcum-two]

[smithjanesarah]

I like how game she is. You get 'em Sarah!

[thirddoctor]

My people are very keen to stamp out unlicensed time travel. You can look upon them as galactic ticket inspectors, if you like.

[myxtorturedxheart]

“Nice to meet you Miss Smith.” Gwen offered her a smile and held out her hand, inviting the other woman to shake it. They really should be going and she hoped now that she had enough of her trust to get her to leave the ally way.

She also hoped that despite her being a journalist, she wouldn’t go putting the existence of her workplace in the papers.

“How about we get you back to the hub, I’ll explain some more about what brought you here and I’ll get you a nice cup of tea.”

[smithjanesarah]

Sarah Jane could feel something break as she took a step away from where the hole in space had come through, and a step toward Gwen Cooper to shake her hand. A sharp intake of air and a moment’s grief on her face accompanied this step.

She did not want a nice cup of tea.

“No …wait-” She let go the woman’s hand and turned back where she’d come from, digging into one of the tight pockets of her light blue, tight blue jeans. With a bit of struggle she pulled loose her lipstick, then crouched down on one knee and heavily marked the spot with a sizable ‘X". “I’ll be back for you.” She whispered almost soundlessly to herself. She sent those words across time and space to her friend as a promise. Sarah Jane dropped the ruined lipstick, leaving there.

Sniffing tears back hard, she set her jaw, and thrust herself back to her feet. It was difficult to turn back around and face Gwen Cooper but she did so and gave her a nod, ready to follow.

[smithjanesarah]

Sarah Jane could feel something break as she took a step away from where the hole in space had come through, and a step toward Gwen Cooper to shake her hand. A sharp intake of air and a moment’s grief on her face accompanied this step.

She did not want a nice cup of tea.

“No …wait-” She let go the woman’s hand and turned back where she’d come from, digging into one of the tight pockets of her light blue, tight blue jeans. With a bit of struggle she pulled loose her lipstick, then crouched down on one knee and heavily marked the spot with a sizable ‘X". “I’ll be back for you.” She whispered almost soundlessly to herself. She sent those words across time and space to her friend as a promise. Sarah Jane dropped the ruined lipstick, leaving there.

Sniffing tears back hard, she set her jaw, and thrust herself back to her feet. It was difficult to turn back around and face Gwen Cooper but she did so and gave her a nod, ready to follow.

[myxtorturedxheart]

Gwen kept back, giving Sarah-Jane the time she needed. She had never experienced what she was currently going through, she heard of experiences through those who came through, and Tosh had told her some of what had happened when she had Jack had gotten stuck in the 40′s.

When the other woman turned back, she offered her a kind smile before leading her back to the SUV.

[smithjanesarah]

It was one hell of a vehicle, Sarah Jane noticed. Even impressively large for the few other cars around on the street. By the buildings themselves, she could tell they were a ways in the future, but not too far. Still, as she practically had to climb up into the seat, she was given pause by it all. There also seemed to be some retro-fitted tech that she was certain would be a mistake to touch. She looked over at Gwen Cooper, sitting in the drivers seat confidently and illuminated by the overhead lights.

Sarah Jane had a risky question. Well, at least in some circumstances it could get a person into trouble, but not, she thought, with this woman.

[doctorwhogifs]

[moonfallplays-deactivated202501]

#how long have we been holding on to this one?

[mishalak-deactivated20200713]

I held onto this for six whole months. It was soooo hard waiting.

[myxtorturedxheart]

“Nice to meet you Miss Smith.” Gwen offered her a smile and held out her hand, inviting the other woman to shake it. They really should be going and she hoped now that she had enough of her trust to get her to leave the ally way.

She also hoped that despite her being a journalist, she wouldn’t go putting the existence of her workplace in the papers.

“How about we get you back to the hub, I’ll explain some more about what brought you here and I’ll get you a nice cup of tea.”

[smithjanesarah]

Sarah Jane could feel something break as she took a step away from where the hole in space had come through, and a step toward Gwen Cooper to shake her hand. A sharp intake of air and a moment's grief on her face accompanied this step.

She did not want a nice cup of tea.

"No . . .wait-" She let go the woman's hand and turned back where she'd come from, digging into one of the tight pockets of her light blue, tight blue jeans. With a bit of struggle she pulled loose her lipstick, then crouched down on one knee and heavily marked the spot with a sizable 'X". "I'll be back for you." She whispered almost soundlessly to herself. She sent those words across time and space to her friend as a promise. Sarah Jane dropped the ruined lipstick, leaving there.

Sniffing tears back hard, she set her jaw, and thrust herself back to her feet. It was difficult to turn back around and face Gwen Cooper but she did so and gave her a nod, ready to follow.

[smithjanesarah]

Sarah Jane could feel something break as she took a step away from where the hole in space had come through, and a step toward Gwen Cooper to shake her hand. A sharp intake of air and a moment's grief on her face accompanied this step.

She did not want a nice cup of tea.

"No . . .wait-" She let go the woman's hand and turned back where she'd come from, digging into one of the tight pockets of her light blue, tight blue jeans. With a bit of struggle she pulled loose her lipstick, then crouched down on one knee and heavily marked the spot with a sizable 'X". "I'll be back for you." She whispered almost soundlessly to herself. She sent those words across time and space to her friend as a promise. Sarah Jane dropped the ruined lipstick, leaving there.

Sniffing tears back hard, she set her jaw, and thrust herself back to her feet. It was difficult to turn back around and face Gwen Cooper but she did so and gave her a nod, ready to follow.

[smithjanesarah]

Hello! I’ve been interested in roleplaying, but I’ve always thought the (DW RP) fandom was pretty nonexistent these days. Since you’re actually in it, how large would you say it is (with emphasis on classic who)?

Hi there : ) Thanks for dropping in. The Dr.Who roleplay scene is pretty slim indeed. I find more companions than Doctors. I find more from NuWho than the Classics. Of course, it also depends on what you're looking for. I find many more short-form players than multi-paragraph much less Novela length. There is also a considerably larger contingent of players from the 13th Doctor's Era and her companions. However, the players ARE out there. Even the Classics can be found. I've also found some friends by using the tumblr search for "Doctor Who Masterlist" or "Doctor Who Roleplay Masterlist". There are some of those out there where folks are looking for RP partners, even the Classics. You'll also find a nice contingent of original characters as well. I think it would be great if you joined the roles of Dr.Who RP'rs. We can always use another in the ranks, even if it's just a side character that doesn't get a lot of attention. The more the merrier. If you decide to put up a Doctor Who RP blog, I'd love it if you'd share it with me. I may not write with you, but I might be able to point you in the direction of someone who might. Heck, I might even reblog an advertisement for you. All the best to you, and good luck!

[myxtorturedxheart]

Gwen stood up and stood back, letting the woman have her moment, knowing that it would be quite a shock to be one place one moment and then somewhere else entirely. And that was before she dropped the fact that she was likely in another time on her.

“I’ll do what I can to get you back to your friend.” It was the best she could offer, knowing that she couldn’t really promise her anything. “My team and I, it’s just me today, but we see this sort of thing often. It’s our job to help with situations like this.”

[smithjanesarah]

Uncharacteristically, Sarah Jane was dumbfounded for a moment. She stood there with her mouth hanging open and blinked at least three times trying to get in her head that she was no longer on the dash with her Doctor on some far flung planet, but back here on Earth with some Welsh woman in Cardiff.

It really was quite a leap in many ways. It could have been worse, she supposed. She could have popped up in the middle of Piccadilly Circus, or the English Channel for that matter. That thought finally made her shut her mouth. Her mouth popped open again an instant later.

“Who are you?”

[myxtorturedxheart]

Gwen knew that it was a lot to take in, so she stood back, allowing the other woman a chance to process some of what was going on before she got her into the SUV and back to the hub. 

“Gwen Cooper. I’m the people who comes when things like this happens.” She explained with a shrug. She’d go into more later, she wasn’t really supposed to going around the town saying Torchwood, even if they were the worst kept secret in Wales.

[smithjanesarah]

She was startled to hear a name said first but by the look in the woman's eye, by the tone in her voice it was instantly clear that she was what she did, and did what she was. Sarah Jane found it singularly and unexpectedly comforting. A bit anyway. Her mind kept dashing back to the Doctor, wondering what terrible trouble he might be in this very minute. Or a hundred thousand years in the future. Or the past. Whenever it was, she was not there to help him.

But what, by all the stars, could she do about it? Nothing. But she was going to figure something out.

Well, at least apparently she wouldn't be sleeping behind a skip tonight. Confused as she was, she almost asked Gwen if she was a social worker, but no, she must have seen whatever Sarah Jane had come through. And she was taking it quite well. Okay, not services. Still a bit blindsided, old habits took over.

"Sarah Jane Smith. Journalist." She introduced herself, her mouth a bit wobbly, her tone a little choked.