#ofcompanionship

[ordinariumsa]

@ofcompanionship asked: ❛ absolutely not. ❜ @ any of your dw muses ;)

↬ ― MORE TWO WORD PROMPTS

"Oh .. oh, hello-" His words practically dance off his tongue as he realises, with somewhat surprise, that this TARDIS was occupied. Since when did The Doctor get a guard dog? Head tilts, and with a small wave of his hand, he smiles. "So sorry, I didn't think anyone was in here. Have we met?"

[voiceinterface]

okay but why you gotta be so CUTE about it.

[ordinariumsa]

@ofcompanionship asked: ❛ It’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand. ❜ (:3)

↬ ― 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

"Excuse you, cheeky. I've never claimed to be anythin' other than stupid. You saw how many tests I failed."

[ordinariumsa]

@ofcompanionship asked: ❛ i’ll come running whenever you need me. ❜ (:3c)

↬ ― 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

It's one of those nights. He still has them; no amount of therapy had changed that. And there was only so many times he could drop in on Rubes for a girls night involving freshly popped popcorn and Bridgerton marathons. Some things from his past reintroducing themselves hadn't helped either; because how in the universe was he supposed to navigate complex, real emotions, with no spoilers - and no apparent empathy in return? It takes work, moving on, and the cognitive load he was dealing with was only going to get worse. Almost losing Ruby .. and actually losing Rogue, showed him that.

So forgive his reaction when his very dimly lit TARDIS was suddenly occupied with a voice he very much recognises and a being he doesn't. He stands; a frown edging onto his face. He squints. And points. "Yeah, only one person is allowed to magically appear in my TARDIS and you're not her. Who are you, and how did you get in here?"

[voiceinterface]

pulling up data files on @ofcompanionship

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[ordinariumsa]

↬ ― @ofcompanionship asked: gives you a smooch

Trust is a process. If someone was to burn their hand while touching fire, one would assume that they'd avoid it going forward, safe in the knowledge that all fire burned. As beautiful as it was, getting too close would only mean getting hurt. And that had happened, time and time again for The Doctor. Enough for his first instinct to be pull away.

But then he takes a moment; gaze searching his face, and he knows this isn't some kind of game. That it wasn't a trick, that it wasn't hurting. He doesn't even have to question it. And there's a realisation there; that he does trust The Master. That no matter what this means, or what it turns out to be, there's nothing he'd rather do in this moment than kiss him. So he does. With both the love and the passion he holds in his hearts.

[ordinariumsa]

@ofcompanionship asked: ♡ @ 15 ;)

↬ ― Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

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[driftvoid]

“Could you just – STOP?! I am trying to think, and your comments are not helping at all! What if you put all this energy you seem to be having into something useful and YOU try to come up with a solution for this MESS, while I make the snide comments?!” Mask slipping; the outburst filled with rage – anger burning in his blue eyes. Self-control gone. The calm, collected façade he liked to uphold broken down. It was just all so – TIRING.

“We are clearly facing a temporal anomaly – overlapping timelines interfering with each other. This is HALF MY TARDIS – half whatever your TARDIS you have been travelling on!” | @ofcompanionship LIKED.