#whodarestoknock

[ultimategingearchive-blog]

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  "Nope. I've never heard of a Harold Saxon. Am I supposed to know you?"

[storms-a-brewing]

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"And who might you be, laddie?" the Doctor questioned, arching an eyebrow at the man who approached him.

"You seem... familiar. Hauntingly familiar - by speech but not by appearance. Have we met before?"

[kriiger]

Closed.

Meg had followed the stranger for some time, wondering who and what he was. He didn't stink like any other creature of the dark that she knew of, he wasn't glowing like your regular halo-head, and he didn't smell like a human either. He obviously had a human vessel, but what he was....well, she had no idea. Which was why Meg was following him, her curiosity getting the better of her. He turned a corner and she walked swiftly after him.

[one-ravenclaw]

"Most people don't even notice the TARDIS. So, who are you?"

[missclarasoufflegirl]

[text] I know it's 3 AM, but come cook for me anyways.

Clara groaned as her phone vibrated on her nightstand.

[ text ]: You're worse than Angie and Artie were.

[ text ]: You're a big boy, make your own food.

[blondeandpinkdefender]

✉

Send me a ✉ and my muse will send yours a barrage of text messages.

[Text: The Master] Master

[Text: The Master] Master

[Text: The Master] MaStEr

[Text: The Master] I think I’m seein what you are with this callin The Doctor a puppy business

[Text: The Master] It’s the eyes, innit?

[Text: The Master] They’re just so huge and curious all the time.

[xnovissimus]

Kissed. ((Sorry not sorry))

38: Thighs [hahahah fuck]

   Normally, the Doctor didn't at all object to a head between his thighs, but this was a little odd.

   "I- I'm sorry, who are you, exactly?"

[wonderousrosetyler]

Hello dear. Fancy a walk?

"Erm..sorry, do I know you?" Rose asked.