Feb 23, 2021
@ravagerofthevoid replied to this post with: Rassilon just: Try it, I dare you.
“I do hope that isn’t a threat.”
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@ravagerofthevoid replied to this post with: Rassilon just: Try it, I dare you.
“I do hope that isn’t a threat.”
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“Say something nice,” Missy threatened, pointing her multi-purpose device at him. “---so I don’t shoot you or fish some of those diamonds out of my pockets for you to choke on.”
“All hail the Lord President! All hail Rassilon!”
“All hail that most notable coward, that infinite and endless liar, that hourly promise breaker, that owner of no one good quality!”
@ravagerofthevoid liked this for an angsty starter.
From HERE.
“So it appears that I have,” the wolf said, holding her arms out for a moment before letting them fall to her sides. She had gotten curious about this strange man from a different world. A Time Lord in particular. She was fascinated by what this man was... and wanted to know more about what he was doing here and why he had stayed around.
Was he here on business? Exploration...? Perhaps exile?
“But tell me,” she began, holding her hands behind her back as she looked up to the man. “Why did you?” she asked him, tilting her head to the side. She was very surprised that the man had came back. She not so much in herself. As she said before, she was fascinated with the man and what his intentions were within this world... this time frame so to speak.
“There has to be something... no?”
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@ravagerofthevoid asked: ❛ no one notices your tears, or your pain. but they notice your mistakes. ❜
& that was the song of it all, wasn’t it? No matter how many stories he wrote. No matter how many creations he made, he was criticized by lesser beings. A GOD AMONG MEN and yet he was still so very limited. Creations could only go so far --- what could be made by those who were far lesser always amazed him. Far more and yet so much less; contradictory to everything, even he was SURPRISED AT TIMES at what could be done or destroyed. And yet . . . . mistakes were still made.
“They notice what thy want too notice. An accomplishment is ever praised, but a mistake is always criticized. The so called good of all time is ignored and yet the terrible actions remain. That is all anyone REMEMBERS you for. Nothing more and nothing less. They remember the pain, the terror, but none of the good that came due to it.”
WAKING IN AN UNFAMILIAR PLACE IS USUALLY A PROBLEM. It becomes more of a problem when a delayed telepathic sense tells him he’s not alone, and his attempts to move tell him he’s handcuffed to the other person. The problem spirals into nothing short of a disaster when he realises who his fellow captive is.
Voice slightly slurred, the Doctor speaks, eager to get his words out as quickly as possible. No point wasting time waiting for himself to regain maximum consciousness.
“Touch me any more than necessary,” he mumbles, trying and failing to sit up straight, “and I’ll cut your arm off myself.”
CHAOTIC SITUATION STARTER CALL // @ravagerofthevoid
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Send me “™” if you think I’m quality!
kskdjfkj thank you, I think you’re quality too
@ravagerofthevoid asked: “ can i buy you a drink? ” fob watch Razz for Helen
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She feels his presence before his voice and tenses up. From the corner of her eye, she can tell this is a taller man, and he’s standing a bit too close for her comfort - really by british standards, anything is too close. And then the question. Her tension turns into annoyance. Can she really not get herself some breakfast without a man trying to get her attention? Is that so much to ask, to get some coffee before work without getting bothered by men? Didn’t she have enough of those at her job? She turns around, eyes glaring, a “no” already on her lips.....
“Oh, it’s you!” Her face softens into a smile. It recontextualized the whole interaction didn’t it. A small blush crept on her face that she got so worked up over nothing. Can one blame her before her first coffee? “What are you doing here? Oh, of course, you’re also on your way to work.” She clears her throat. “I’ll take a coffee. With cream and a sugar.”