#darktordonna

[timelxrd-victorious]

(Darktordonna)

On psychic paper: “meet me at (coordinates and time) don’t be late”

When the message came in on the psychic paper, Teine fished it out of his coat pocket, read it. Eyes widened slightly as xe recognized the handwriting, then narrowed as xe set about entering the coordinates and time given into the TARDIS console. Soon, xir Ship was spinning through the space-time vortex and materializing with a final da-thump!.

He made his way down the ramp, opened the door, and slowly stepped out, shutting the black door of his TARDIS behind him. Hands in pockets, he searched his surroundings for the oh-so-familiar redhead who had summoned him, and he spotted her almost instantly.

Still, he didn’t move. Let her come to him.

@darktordonna

[heart-of-the-tardis-blog1]

@darktordonna

The Doctor had dropped Rose off in London so that she could stay and catch up with her Mum and friends. 

She really hadn’t seen her best mate Shareen for quite a while, and so her friend was excited for a proper catch up, even suggesting that they go to one of the new clubs in town. Rose agreed of course, not having been out on the town for quite a while, and for once, she wanted an excuse to dress up. She chose a nice black blouse with sequins on the shoulder blades, with a mini black skirt and heels. 

Both her and Shareen arrived at the club, excited to get the night started. They ordered there first round of drinks and took a seat in one of the booths, the farthest away from the dance floor so that they could talk. It wasn’t that long before Shareen was dragged away by one of the men, wanting to dance, leaving Rose alone at the booth.

[timclesshope-archived]

@darktordonna / continued from here 

Okay, so maybe she had jumped the gun a little but what did Omicrex expect when she had called her her ‘thing’. Anyone would be offended by that, unless they had a stone cold heart. It was only natural that she responded that way. But Omicrex explaining her words made the Doctor feel a little better, and less like an objectified thing to her.

❝ S’okay. Thank you. ❞

She supposes. Though she’s still unsure how to feel about it. To think they went from threatening her to being possessive over her. What was next? She didn’t know. But she could only hope a nice friendship could come out of this.

❝ You don’t need to worry. It’s fine. ❞

[timclesshope-archived]

“I’m not crazy. And I’m not obsessed. I just don’t like others touching my things.” (darktordonna)

Possessive/Captive starters@darktordonna

❝ Oi! I’m not a ‘thing’. ❞

That had offended her to begin with, but now she felt just a little uncomfortable, shifting on the spot and holding her arm as if it’d comfort her. Was that all the female saw her as? Property? 

❝ S’that all you think of me? ❞

[justctraveler]

(DarktorDonna) Pledge your loyalty to me

pledged loyalty | @darktordonna​ | screw the one person limit. mother heckin’ acceptin’

the doctor was dangerous. to think that she could be controlled however? that was scary. terrifying. she could access all of time and space, she could do anything she put her mind to. she knew, because even she scared herself when it came to what she was capable of. 

swallowing drily, she felt something take over her body, her actions. slowly nodding she lowered herself to her knees - for she was ever the dramatic. “whatever you’re doin’, whatever kind of- of mind control you’ve got over me, i’ll get out of this. i’ll stop you.” she squeezed her eyes shut at that, feeling the words arise in her mind, getting louder and louder and louder until FINALLY, she let them out, in a whisper that bound her to the fate that the other had made for her.

“i pledge my loyalty to you, you TWISTED woman.”

[justctraveler]

@darktordonna cont. from here

The TARDIS materialised around her. That wasn’t right. That wasn’t at all right. Her gaze shifted around her surroundings, and she was feeling off. Very off. Something was wrong, and it wasn’t just what she experienced in that place. 

Then, she heard a voice. A very familiar one that got right to her hearts. Gasping, she wrapped her arm around her stomach, her gaze shifting up to meet the one and only DONNA. “Donna?” A mix between pain and confusion appeared on her features and she couldn’t help but move, her hands colliding with the TARDIS floor. “What... How?” Frowning, she tried to run through every scenario in her head. But nothing made sense. Donna didn’t even know about her.. How could she be in the TARDIS and... “Are- Are you pilotin’ the tardis?”

[thebadtimewolf]

Dominating Globally | Closed

@darktordonna

“Awaiting orders, mum.”

That was her instant response to whatever Donna would want in that moment. She still remembered the moment where people close to her would expect her to choose them instead of her, at least this version of her, and the looks on their faces was so...gratifying. So, of course, she became in charge of the Earth division. Well, being that she has family that was nearby. The Vigilante still thought that her choice of joining her was the right choice, even if her reason for doing so is just sticking with a reminder of her universe’s Donna. The Vigilante focused on her more intently, trying to shake out of her thoughts.

[simplicity-of-control]

☤ [darktordonna]

MY CHARACTER HAS BEEN COMMITTED TO AN ASYLUM. SEND ME ☤ FOR THEIR REACTION TO YOURS VISITING THEM.

“Have you come to gloat, Doctor?” The Master hissed and raised his head to look at the woman in front of him. That psychic imprint was easily recognised. A straightjacket kept the Master from actually standing up to greet her. “Or do I still call you Donna, hard to tell.”