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[thebadtimewolf]

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“Listen, I’m not who you think I am...”

[londonx1965]

@ofcreamcustards Continued from here

Ian just about managed to keep his own cup of coffee from going everywhere as the woman bumped into him. Which was nothing short of amazing. If he wasn't a scientist he would have agreed there was a rule that said if you were holding a drink in that situation, it would go over both people and the floor, and probably some innocent bystanders too.

Not that he dwelled on it, when he saw who the woman was. "Doctor?" Of course he didn't consider that their meetings might not be in the same order for both of them.

He frowned. "Are you drinking coffee?" He sounded like that was the most unlikely thing in the universe, because of course the Doctor wouldn't just be drinking coffee. There'd be aliens about in the shop somewhere.

[masterfcrged]

@ofcreamcustards​ liked for a one liner from ‘o’ master!

    “ Take my hand or I turn them into tiny human dolls right here. “

[masterfultm]

@ofcreamcustards​  asked: “  i feel like i’ve been living in a storm for so long, like i’m just drifting from wave or wave hoping i won’t drown.  ” (any Master you're vibing with, but I'd love some Dhawan!Master).

they’d been at this for how long? the master didn’t remember, but it was always the same. the doctor always was a step or three behind him. always attempting to catch up. sometimes it worked, but other times . . . it was far too late. truly, there were times that even the master themselves thought they were not at odds. where everything was in the past, but such a thing always faded away due to reality of matters.

the doctor would always stop the master, but sometimes . . . the master would get the upper hand and stop the doctor. it wasn’t merely about luck or even skill. it simply was who could play the game better.

today? it was the master.

“ do you fear drowning? ” a simple question as lips pressed into a thin-line. “ or do you fear not being good enough to save them? ” another question as a step forward was taken. “ your precious humanity. the one’s that live their lives with no understanding of whats out there or perhaps, ” head tilts for a moment, “ it’s just your companions. tell me again, how many of them have died? converted to cybermen? ”  a pause. “ you’re drifting . . . wanting support. wanting something to grasp onto. ”

“ it’s me. that’s what you need. always has been - you’ve just been far too foolish to actually see it. ”

[missysrehabilitation]

“ you want me to leave you alone? in this condition? ”

@ofcreamcustards

Missy nodded at the Doctor, teeth chattering and a slick line of sweat coating her features.

Her left arm draped over her middle as her stomach cramped and she she curled in on herself, turning away from the Doctor and letting her eyes drift shut.

She felt hot and cold at the same time, struggling to focus on anything for more than a few seconds. She didn’t have the energy to verbally tell the Doctor to go away so instead she weakly threw a pillow in the other Time Lady’s direction. It didn’t make it far, mainly just rolling off the sofa.

The room felt like it was spinning and Missy forced herself to lie very still. She pulled a blanket over her head and let out a pained groan.

“Just leave me alone,” she muttered in The Doctor’s direction. “Now!”

[hisbespokenpsychopath]

02

A PEEK AT WHAT’S INSIDE THEIR

02.     bag   /   purse.

Like pockets, it depends. She doesn’t often carry a bag with her. It tends to get in the way and River prefers to be able to move freely. When she does have one, it is usually on a longer dig or if she’s transporting larger items that can’t be concealed. When on an archaeology or university related trip, she tends to pack anything she thinks she could need; journals, spare clothing, the odd textbook in addition to already complied research, toiletries, a few snacks just in case. Needless to say, if she’s bringing a bag, it’s a large duffel because she doesn’t do anything by halves.

[inkdreamt]

@ofcreamcustards​

Rose had been back in this universe for a couple of hours, and everything seemed so less hectic than the universe she had stepped out of.  Her life had lasted so much longer than it was suppose to.  She was now over a hundred, and she didn’t look any older than when she had last been on this universe.  She had her theories, but ultimately, only one person would be able to figure out the definitive answer to that.

With that thought in mind, Rose set out in search for the TARDIS.  It took her roughly ten minutes to find it, and she slowly approached it.  “Hello, old girl,” she said quietly, touching the wood gently.  She had done it, she’d found it.  Or maybe the TARDIS had parked somewhere it knew she’d find them.

She pulled at the necklace around her neck, taking it off.  In her hand now held  the key she had held on to for so long.  Placing it into a lock, a smile formed on her lips.  It fit.  She unlocked the door and opened it up, walking in.  The door closed behind her as she walked up to the console.  “Okay, then... so... where’d the Doctor go?”