#greyedtimelord

[defenderrosetyler]

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@greyedtimelord

Rose felt the heat of her TARDIS key burning her hand. The TARDIS was in trouble. She had her suspicions. She eventually found it and an old man standing there and she stood in front of him and confronted the alien in front of them. "Oh! This is a protected vessel and I suggest you leave it be!"

[ravcnfought]

✧･ﾟ:* eyebrow owl liked this thing-y *:･ﾟ✧

She’s looking at him with that ridiculous wide-eyed expression of hers that looks like a startled doe, her plush lips slightly parted as though to speak. No words leave her as she just stares at him. 

He’s standing in front of her wearing his sonic specs and a hat shaped like a giant purple squid. Words finally reach her while contemplating the implications of the googly eyed squid peering down at her from atop his head. 

❝Doctor there’s a squid on your head, like a big one. Not a real one, but there’s just a squid.❞

[ladyamentia]

@greyedtimelord

The forest is quiet for a moment. She can hear cybermen in the distance; it’s a familiar sound, but unwelcome. It reminds her harshly that the Doctor is out there somewhere, fighting, so prepared to die for this little group of humans. She tries to reach out with her mind, tendrils of energy - it’s faint, she can’t manage. While she’d had time to fiddle with the laser  sonic, it’s still managed to do quite the damage. It hurts to breathe, her hearts are out of rhythm and fighting to keep her functioning, threatening regeneration with every mismatched beat.

Doctor. 

She feels trapped, paralyzed - she can’t find him in her mind, can’t cling to him. She wants to stand, to help him fight - she isn’t good, but perhaps she can still prove her loyalty. PROVE her friendship.

The crying starts again. The petty human emotion. She’s done it too much - but the Doctor will not KNOW she longs to stand with him, to SHOW HIM. The humans don’t deserve her being noble or kind - but he does. And he’ll never see it, because she’s going to die here among this fake forest - and there aren’t even any stars.

[brokenthimbles]

@greyedtimelord

“I’m sorry?” she asked looking towards the man starring at her. “Were you just talking to yourself?” 

[imjustanauthor]

@greyedtimelord continued from [x]

[TEXT: John] Google says yes.

[TEXT: John] But it also says that you have brain cancer. I’d get that checked out first.

[Text to: Space Idiot] I HAVE BRAIN CANCER???????

[Text to: Space Idiot] you’re supposed to be a doctor how didn’t you know this sooner??????????

[sclfmastery]

@greyedtimelord liked for a starter!!! ********

He sidles closer. Stops. Closer. Closer still.  The Master, clad in black, hair a short shock of platinum, goatee trim and small, eyes wide angry collapsed stars of instant comprehension. He would know a change in the Doctor from the other side of the universe.  He would sense it, a ripple of apprehension and nausea and free-fall.   Gently, so tenderly, a hand cups the aging face of the Twelfth Doctor. The other hand snatches off those sunglasses.  The Master swallows back a gasp.   He’s weeping already, very, very quietly.  Finally, three curtly urgent words:  

         “Who? . . . And why?” 

When I am done with them, there will be neither priest, prince or pauper left to tell the tale of their cut and scattered remains.   You are mine to break, mine to prosper, mine mine mine!!!!!

[mxstress-blog1]

// your threads with iwillbebrave give me life, just saying <3

@iwillbebrave

// you are too kind??? Thank you so much, I’m legit gasping

[koscchei]

@greyedtimelord .

It’s always odd, to see them like this: old, experienced, SEPARATE. He smarts a little at how often it seems to be the case. Doesn’t even look around for his own older self - knows that for whatever reason he’s not around.

❛ Finally acquired a fashion sense have you?