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[ccmplicatedweb]

@brxve-hexrt​ LIKED FOR A VALENTINE’S DAY STARTER

         When dealing with an alien over a couple hundred years who could go wherever he wanted whenever he wanted, it was difficult to take them anywhere and make it remarkable. For someone who did nothing but travel, the traditional movie-and-dinner script on Valentine’s Day would hardly be special, particularly entertaining, let alone memorable.

         Thus, Natasha’s plans went into the opposite direction.

         Instead of putting on a fancy or sexy outfit, she was wearing short sleeved pajamas in a polka dot pattern, the fluffy slippers Sharon had gifted her and was bare-faced, save for her glasses. With a bowl of popcorn held to her chest and a jar of freshly-squeezed orange juice under her arm, Natasha made her way back to the couch, where she’d left the Doctor beneath the giant, fluffy pink monstrosity that was her favorite blanket, with access to her Netflix and cable alike.

         “So. Have you decided what we’re watching, or do you want to look around some more?” she asked, setting their very romantic meal on the coffee table, and pouring the juice for both of them.

[therapardalis]

Thera: *Speaks to the Master*

At least 3 Doctors: "Noooo don't do that ..."

[ofheroesandscholars]

@brxve-hexrt​ because why not

“You have question marks on your shirt collar and aren’t telling me your name. Forgive my suspicions Doctor, but we do have our own riddle obsessed madman in Gotham. Any detective worth their salt would think you were just another in a long line of madmen,” the man in the bat costume said as he stuck in the shadows. He threw his voice around as he spoke, trying to disorientate the man. “But I have my own theory. You haven’t been causing any trouble, you’ve been asking some odd questions that don’t link to any real crime, and you easily charmed your way through the Gotham elite without any of the drugging it normally takes to do it.” The man came closer into the light, just enough for his shadow could be seen. “You’re not a villain, that much I can figure out. But you’re a cypher. A ghost. I can’t figure out anything else with you. And I don’t like that.” He stepped even closer, finally in the light. “So tell me, Doctor Who?”

[journeythrough-impossiblethings]

Chance Encounter

[ John IV - Doctor Who-Verse - Welcome Starter / Open Starter - Repost Tagging new followers who this verse could work for ]

John appeared on a sidewalk. He glanced around, frowned at his wrist, and tapped on his glitching vortex manipulator, but it was no use. Maybe it just needs a rest. To recharge or something. He can always call TB or the Doctor with their TARDISes to get him out of here if it doesn’t start working again, but for now he should at least find out where and, more importantly, when he is. But with it glitching the way it is, he really could be anywhere and anywhen. He walked up to the first person he saw. “Er– This might be a strange question, but could you tell me where we are and what year it is?”

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[magiciitself]

    “I’m not sure where you were expecting to end up, but I’m afraid you’re in Camelot.” Merlin lifted a brow at the man, curious about his sudden appearance. He definitely didn’t dress like someone from there. “Are you from another country?” That would explain the attire, but everything else....he wasn’t sure. “I can help you get somewhere if you’d like. I’m Merlin, by the way.”

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[mauerfrau]

The Celery Spy

( @brxve-hexrt )

The room was silent, other than the steady tapping of a fingernail on the metal desk. The young woman, who appeared 18, though she was in fact a bit older, stared at the peculiar man in front of her with narrowed eyes. He was a puzzling case. Though he had spoken in perfect (perhaps too perfect), native sounding German, he seemed more British than anything else. His pale cricket uniform only added to that effect, and it caused him to stand out in the drab room. And then there was that celery attached to his lapel. To make it stranger still, he had been much more calm about being arrested by the notorious Stasi and brought in for interrogation than any normal person would have been. She would have loved to have dismissed him as merely an insane man, but something about it didn’t seem right. 

She glanced at the tape recorder to ensure it was running, then opened up the file to be written about him. “Let’s start from the top then. I will ask questions, you will answer truthfully, if you wish for this to be as...painless as possible. You will keep your hands on the desk at all times and remain seated, unless otherwise ordered. Do you understand? Now, let’s start. What is your full name?” 

What was it about this man that was so off-putting though? Something about him just gave her this feeling, that she couldn’t quite place. Like he didn’t belong, like he was something else. Not a nation, not a human even. Yet that simply couldn’t be.

[applesdrowned-a]

❛  look,  i  know  i  am  dead  with  a  general   no  fear   of  anything  overly  creepy.  but  i  can  still  be  startled.   ❜     jim  was  out  for  the  day  &  chad  had  not  expected  anyone  to  drop  by  the  house.   he  was  quite  shocked  to  see  the  good  doctor  many  months  after  that  dreadful  halloween  bash.  chad  leans  lazily  against  the  front  door,  a  lopsided  smirk  on  his  face.  ❛    i  am  not  even  going  to  ask  how  you  found  me.  but  nice  to  see  you.  though  i  really  don’t  know  why  you  want  to  hang  around  here.  ❜     

 @brxve-hexrt​  /   𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥  𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟.

[burnedpower]

( @brxve-hexrt asked for a starter from matt on the other blog. here’s one now! )

“yer a time lord, ‘arry.” he couldn’t help it. it had been AGES since he had noticed a time lord just walking around. and it had also been ages since he had seen the harry potter movies. somehow, they both clicked in his mind at the same time, and out came the reference. he didn’t know which time lord this one was though. he may have the power to recognise them; after all, he was technically one of them. but damn, was he bad with faces, considering they changed so often.

“thought you were all gone. haven’t seen one around in a looooong time.”