#callfromthevoid

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starter for @callfromthevoid that i’ve owed them for 1432898 years

The truth was, the Doctor often found he couldn’t keep up with Void, no matter how hard he tried. This body was (mostly) human and had limitations, especially now. It lacked one heart, one sense, and the incredible ability to keep going for days with barely any rest. To say it was vexing wouldn’t even begin to cover it.

So occasionally, while the Doctor catched up on the sleep he’d neglected for a week or two, Void would slip out of the TARDIS and go on his own adventures. He’d read a couple thousand books. He’d entertain himself in ways that including harming himself and others more often than he should. The Doctor was aware of this, even if it had never been explicitly discussed, and although he didn’t like it. he was well aware there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Until now, the arrangement had worked as well as he could’ve expected.

The Doctor had woken up due to an intense feeling of distress. It’d taken him a couple seconds to pinpoint the TARDIS as the source, and a lot more than that to wake up completely and decide to go ahead and investigate the matter further. He specifically remembered cursing Void for being unable to attend to their ship while he was trying to get some rest, and cursing him some more just because he could and he’d stubbed his toes with some door or the other.

And then the smell had hit his nostrils, metallic and pulsing and full of bad memories, and the Doctor had forgotten everything and started to run towards the source.

It became a hundred times stronger when he finally kicked the door of the bathroom down and fell to his knees in front of the bathtub, the sound of two faint hearts overpowering the strong beat of his own, and he reached toward the only source of warmth he could find, the skin moist and sticky once he touched it.

“What have you done, you idiot. What the hell have you gotten yourself into.” It came out softer than he had intended, his voice dripping with worry as his eyes filled with tears he didn’t allow to fall.

The Doctor had lost many people in his life. He didn’t think he’d stand losing this one.

[likeacharacterinamusical]

@callfromthevoid:

“How on Earth- It was already illegal to begin with. I stole it.” He paused, considering an idea. “…I’ll just put it off until it reaches you instead.”

“You wouldn’t dare!...” he returned, furiously glaring at the Doctor. “Besides, the police won’t stop until they’ve caught you. Perhaps a fire...” 

[sallysparrowtimetravels]

“You had better have a good reason for spilling my coffee.” [hi there -wiggle eyebrows-]

“It tastes like utter shit,” Sally muttered as she tore off paper towels from the rack and went to work mopping up the putrid mess, “Can’t you drink something that won’t possibly crawl out of the depths of your kettle and absorb you like that absorb-loaf thing?”

She was cranky and the lack of decent caffeine was not helping. What she wouldn’t give for a black, gorgeously bitter PROPER cup of tea. 

[rosetylerthevaliantt-blog]

@callfromthevoid

Rose Tyler wasn't Rose any-more. She was known only as Thorn, and lived her long life on the TARDIS with the Doctor. They both loved to wreak havoc, especially on there favourite planet -- Earth. Which was where they were now. They were planning a robbery at a large bank firm, attempting to get a rather pricey diamond which had top of the range diamond.

Thorn was the one that would go in and grab the diamond, whilst the Doctor was in charge of disrupting the security systems. In typical Mission Impossible fashion, Thorn was suspended from the ceiling, with safety ropes attached to her waist. The diamond was directly below her, protected in its case, and she couldn't wait to get her hands on it. 

Where are you? She yelled at him through their bond. We don’t have long here!

[holysugaa]

[nonbinarytentoo]

otp thing for our murdering idiots combo

which one of them always has colder hands: i almost said tentoo, because they have cold af hands for a human, but void probably wins that one because he’s still fully time lord and has got a cooler body temperature

which one of them is afraid of thunderstorms: neither of them lmao

which one of them gets along better with kids: again neither

which one of them stops to pet stranger’s dogs: tentoo

which one of them gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness: we’re talking about mass murderers

which one of them sleeps in later: tentoo. when they have to.

which sides of the bed do they sleep on: void doesn’t sleep all that much but when they do sleep together there isn’t really a side

do they grocery shop as a unit or do they split up: they probably start split up and end up murdering someone together halfway through

which one is better at mario kart: tentoo insists they are

which one of them lost their virginity first: void

which one of them only has a facebook out of obligation: both of them

which one of them suggests compromise when they know they’re wrong: neither of these fuckers knows the meaning of the word compromise.

[nonbinarytentoo]

Lust, Greed, Sloth, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath, Envy [take your time by all means, I'm just a terrible friend :DDDD]

7 Deadly Sin Headcanons

Lust:a headcanon about your character’s romantic and/or sexual life

When it comes to romance, they’re a completely sappy little idiot with the puppy dog eyes to match, most of the time. It’s pretty easy to tell if they’re smitten with you. The only reason they’re not like this is if they’re unsure about their own feelings. Then they’re a bit all over the place, and more closed off (more like ten than their smitteness). With anything sexual, they don’t really bring it up because the whole concept is vaguely uncomfortable for them. This tends to make a bit of a mess when someone try’s to come onto them and they’ve yet to explicitly tell them that they don’t do that.

[Verse four tentoo, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. They’re not into the whole romance thing (unless giving a dead body to void counts. these two are like strangely romantic, murderous cats.) They’re not as repulsed by sex as regular tentoo, and will even go out of their way to make others uncomfortable sometimes, but they still don’t feel sexual attraction.]

Greed:a headcanon about something your character hordes or collects

They don’t collect anything specifically, not something like rocks, or pictures or anything. The closest they come to that is the sticky notes that wind up all over their flat, in boxes in the closet and haphazardly stacked on their desk, and on random surfaces until they get to putting them in said boxes. On the each sticky note is a number (1-10) and some memory, from one of their old bodies that’s popped into their head. They’re scared one day having a half human body will cause them to forget, and they don’t want to do that. (Most of the sticky notes are from bodies before the war, as they figure that’s what’ll go first).

[Verse 4 tentoo doesn’t collect anything. They’re not that sentimental and far more focused at getting their real body back. Then they won’t have the possibility of forgetting looming over them.]

Sloth:a headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general

They hate to sleep. There’s also a lot of things that they hate they can’t do anymore, like travel or not need to sleep and the fact that their psychic and temporal abilities just aren’t what they used to be.

[Verse 4 is the same, plus an intense hatred of the Doctor.]

Pride:a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about

They’re still a bit cocky about their “Time Lord abilities” even if that’s something they don’t have as much of anymore.

[Verse 4 tentoo is cocky about the fact they can think of ideas that Void can’t.]

Gluttony:a headcanon about food or obsessions

They love really soft sweaters, and own about a bajillion. They’d also survive off of candy, coffee, and tea if they could.

[Verse 4 tentoo has all sorts of obsessions ofc. I could list them but we’d be here forever. One of their worst at the moment is getting to go into Void’s mind and feeling whole again.]

Wrath:a headcanon about your character and their anger management

Compared to their tenth self, Tentoo’s anger management is pretty shit. They’re a lot quicker to anger and to make rash, emotional decisions (see; Journey’s End). Despite the soft sides to them, Ten was probably somewhat right about the blood anger and revenge thing. It doesn’t take much to set Tentoo off at times.

[Verse 4 Tentoo is like 10000x worse at anger management. That’s all you need to know.]

Envy:a headcanon about your character’s secret desires and jealousies

They’re not really “secretly” jealous about anything. Their jealousies are pretty obvious and they bring them up frequently, or inadvertently, as they’re a source of inadequacy in their mind. They’re jealous of their old self, of him still being whole, of him still having her in his mind. 

[Verse 4 Tentoo is the same on this one, except for the fact that they act on their jealousies and desires.]

[melodyandpond]

Sus últimos pasos sonaban huecos, amortiguados sobre las hojas caídas. El olor a bosque y a frío le golpeó el rostro cuando salió de entre los árboles, inundándole los pulmones una última vez. Sólo entonces abrió los ojos, y vio las montañas azules del Norte extendiéndose a sus pies. Las últimas líneas de árboles desaparecían entre los desfiladeros, al borde de los laberintos de cuevas; el bosque era demasiado sabio para internarse en aquellas montañas. Los hilos de viento susurraban entre los arcos de roca, silbando nombres viejos como los huesos del mundo, y el aire vacío de pájaros le recordaba que era la hora de morir.

@callfromthevoid

One paragraph in and I am blown away by the beauty of this. You can feel, smell and see it all so perfectly.