The Man With Two Hearts

***ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE**** "All of space and time. Where'd you want to go?" Semi-selective Indie 10th Doctor RP Blog, written by Ian (TheRavenGallifreyan). Mun & Muse both 30+. OC/AU/Crossover friendly, multiple VERSES available. Please read "RULES" before interacting; I strongly recommend you also read "IMPORTANT" as well. I follow back as IANANDHISCOLLECTIVE.

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

So....

I have fallen into a hole with RP’ing on here, mostly for my Time Lord muses. Trying to finish the MFA thesis, wrap up things at the day job before I leave there for good next week, training for new independent contracting gig, and editing stuff took over my life. I’ve only had occasional muse for Martha Jones and my OC Nico Talorien, so...

I *will* be back soon, I promise. But please follow me on my new blog, @housesofgallifrey, if you haven’t already. I’ll be playing my Tenth, Eleventh, Twelve, and OC Thirteenth Doctors from there, as well as a new Time Lord OC, Castorpallifax. I’m not done setting up the blog, but that should happen soon. If you want to thread with my Martha, she’s at @doctorandsoldier, and if you’d like to thread with my other OC, he’s at @nicoandmara. 

I know some of you have RP’d with my Captain Sisko from DS9, but I have had absolutely NO muse for him for several months. I don’t know if my muse for him will ever come back, but I’ll leave the blog up and running just in case. He’s at @reluctantemissary.

So sorry for the radio silence folks. I’ll be back more regularly soon. I promise.

-Ian

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

MOVING!

Howdy folks! I’m moving all of my Time Lord muse RPs to @housesofgallifrey. It’s under construction, but it will be a multimuse blog where I’ll RP the Tenth, Eleventh, Twelfth, and my AU Thirteenth Doctors as well as a new Time Lord OC, Castorpallifrax (an Arcalian chapter Time Lord). Stay tuned...the new blog is nowhere NEAR done yet but hopefully will be by the end of the week.

Allons-y!

Ian

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

Hiatus (Not Sure How Long)

//Howdy folks…I am so sorry but I’ve decided to go on hiatus with Tenny until further notice. I’m not sure how long this will be. I have had difficulty getting muse for him and I don’t want to keep everyone waiting on me to reply.

Plus that, I’ve just been made the Coordinating Editor of the NeuroQueer books imprint of Autonomous Press . With that, plus finishing up my MFA this summer and still working a day job, I really don’t think I’m going to have much in the spoons department for the next few months.

I will be here reblogging DW/David Tennant stuff, free to chat sometimes, and so forth. I’m keeping all my current threads in drafts for when/if I come back. I’ll also be doing some limited roleplaying on my Martha Jones account @doctorandsoldier or my OCs Nico Talorien and Mara Talisien @nicoandmara.

Allons-y!

Ian

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

Update:

I’m tagging everyone that I know I have threads with right now or have recently had a thread with (please, if I forget anyone, I’m truly sorry -- I’m just flipping through my drafts folder and tagging anyone I’ve got a draft with in there).

@siobhancrossworlder @ofgoodconscience @ofefficixncy @badwolfgirlicouldkissyou @niccolahiromithomas @nightsangelinthetardis @xmidorixmex @vormekta @disastorousmaster @sallysparrowtimetravels @tinyfaries @tinkertailxrsoldierspy @fixedxpoint @thedoctorjohnxsmith @rassilon-prydonius @msdonnatemplenoble @abandonedgod @turnonthe8-track @girl-in-the-tardis @demonheartofgold @kaismontyr @melodyofasiren @britishdarkhairwelldressed @heroesofcapehigh @thetimeladyandthetardis @youraveragemage @quidproqarchive @beatingdrxms @agodintime

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

Hiatus (Not Sure How Long)

//Howdy folks...I am so sorry but I've decided to go on hiatus with Tenny until further notice. I'm not sure how long this will be. I have had difficulty getting muse for him and I don't want to keep everyone waiting on me to reply. Plus that, I've just been made the Coordinating Editor of the NeuroQueer books imprint of Autonomous Press . With that, plus finishing up my MFA this summer and still working a day job, I really don't think I'm going to have much in the spoons department for the next few months. I will be here reblogging DW/David Tennant stuff, free to chat sometimes, and so forth. I'm keeping all my current threads in drafts for when/if I come back. I'll also be doing some limited roleplaying on my Martha Jones account @doctorandsoldier or my OCs Nico Talorien and Mara Talisien @nicoandmara. Allons-y! Ian

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The Brain of Morbius

Trapped like this, like a sponge beneath the sea. Yet even a sponge has more life than I. Can you understand a thousandth of my agony? I, Morbius, who once led the High Council of the Time Lords, and dreamed the greatest dreams in history, now reduced to this - to the condition where I envy a vegetable.

[handsome-enemy-you-despise]

[action-figures-in-action]

This story got inspired by a discussion about “Children of Earth” and how Jack’s body parts knew to make only one new Jack and not several different ones.

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

Merlin was in a prison, sitting patiently for something. At the moment her magic wasn't working as the price of getting to this realm was for the need to recharge as it were. The aliens wanted to use her to destroy their enemy. Not happening.

“Oi! What’s going on here?” the Doctor cried as he gripped onto the console of his TARDIS, his knuckles growing whiter as his TARDIS shuddered and violently lurched from side to side. Something was terribly wrong: he’d not been able to land in his original destination and every time he tried, the TARDIS acted like she was going to fly herself apart.

He pressed a button, and the emergency landing sequence began. He had no idea where he’d end up…he hoped it wasn’t a planet with an unbreathable atmosphere, or a stinky swamp world. But whatever it was, it’d be better than his TARDIS coming apart.

Checking the console monitor, he saw that he’d landed…in a prison? Sighing heavily, he adjusted the viewscreen and saw a woman in long robes and long, wavy brown hair sitting in one of the cells.

He trusted his ship. There had to be a reason he landed here.

Diving his hands into his various pockets, he checked…sonic screwdriver…psychic paper…banana. Once he was satisfied, he bounded down the ramp away from the console, grabbing his long brown trenchcoat from one of the coral pillars. He pulled open the TARDIS door, and peered outside…

youraveragemage

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“We’re not even the same species or from the same universe,” he teased back, despite looking quite serious as he replied to his friend. “Although, we might have raided the same closet. You never know, eh?” He ended his last sentence with a smile and wagged his eyebrows at her.

They slowly approached the town, and now able to see more of it as they came closer, he noticed that the houses were very much like Bavarian cottages – sand-coloured walls, wooden planks crisscrossing them on the outside, and capped with dark brown slanted, sloping roofs. A warm breeze blew past them, making the grass ripple. The large scarlet blooms in the field next to them yielded to the wind, waving their heavy heads back and forth. The path ahead lead straight into town, and then seemed to branch off in many different directions to form its network of streets. 

“It looks like people walk or use carts for transport,” he observed. “Most of the streets are rather narrow, and…” He sniffed the air. “I don’t smell any fuel or exhaust. Might be a pre-industrial society.” He turned to Merlin. “Or just a quaint little town stuck in time in comparison to the rest of the planet.”

[youraveragemage]

Merlin laughs in amusement. “Well I wouldn’t be surprised actually.” She teases listening as he listed the facts, closing her eyes as she sought the planet. Being who she was, did have its advantages, like this particular activity.

“It seems to be some sort of early development stages, much like Camelot had been in the beginning. It seems that this is a smaller village. A ‘palace’ is further the Yellow Brick Road. So, no, this is completely natural along the entire planet.” She tells him, glad to be just as impressive as the Time Lord friend of hers.

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“That sounds logical,” the Doctor conceded, having thought something similar about the town ahead. The town slowly comes into view, more of the slanted dark roofs and quaint cottages poking their heads above the curve of the land over which the brick road slopes. Once they were close enough, he began to hear footfalls, cartwheels clacking as they rolled over cobblestone, and the murmur of people as they milled about in the town.

And in the distance, just as Merlin had predicted, he saw the golden, slender minarets of a palace begin to rise far above the roofs of the little town.

[youraveragemage]

“It’s a pretty place so far. I can’t wait to draw it once I have the chance.” Merlin smiles watching the aliens in curiosity. She would have to remember what they looked like. Some kind of bird/reptile hybrid.

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

As they advanced towards the town and the palace, he saw finer details of the inhabitants’ faces and bodies. Many of them were covered in bright green and blue feathers, and technically had six limbs: two legs, two forearms, and a pair of wings that each one kept folded, neatly tucked away on their backs. The feathers covered their necks, the backs of their heads, and rose to a bright crest of tall feathers on the tops of their heads. However, their faces were more reptile-like: some sporting peridot green eyes, others with amber brown like his own, with long, skinny snouts covered in shimmering bright green scales.

In only a minute or two, they were inside the town itself. The Time Lord and the mage continued on the winding brick road, which then divided into a myriad of equally enticing paths through different sections of the small town. The central road continued to lead to the town square.

He turned to Merlin. “I say we go right to the town square,” he suggested, his eyebrows lightly lifting. “What d’you think, Merlin?”

@youraveragemage

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

Barcelona || Closed Starter for badwolfgirlicouldkissyou

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

The Doctor ordered two of the iced fruity drinks, then paid the vendor. The drinks came in clear cups, curved almost like an upside down bell, and their contents blazed bright persimmon as the light of the overhead sun hit the glasses. Even through the top lids, the scent of the sweet, aromatic fruit wafted up to his nose. Eyes half shut, he inhaled just to savour it, not to mention the golden, pungent, acrid aromas of the spices, vegetables, and meats swirling around him from the other food carts in this sector of the capital city.

“Right, then, here we go,” he announced as he returned, setting one glass in front of Rose and one at his own place at the small table before sliding into his seat. Each cup sported a deep blue straw, a stark contrast to the orange drink inside them.

[badwolfgirlicouldkissyou-deacti]

She sipped through the big straw greedily and took a long moment to just savor the flavor. Slowly she sank back in her chair, eyes closed before she groaned happily. “Oh yes! That’s gorgeous!”

She pulled the straw from the beverage and licked it clean before removing the lid and taking a giant mouthful of the ice cold sweet drink. “Oh Rassilon! This is brilliant! We’re gonna need t’get a second one b’fore we leave this plaza.”

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“That we can definitely do,” the Doctor replied, watching Rose with mirth sparkling in his eyes and a smile on his lips; it felt just plain good to see her happy, and enjoying herself, and it was fitting considering he’d promised to take her here so long ago. “I wouldn’t let us leave this street without ordering another one for both of us.”

As he spoke, he curled his hand around his own cup and lifted the straw to his lips. He pulled a long sip through the straw and into his mouth, watching the bright orange frozen stuff pipe up through the plastic and turn it a slight tint of green. The sweet persimmon-coloured treat lit up his taste buds, and he shut his eyes in pure enjoyment. “Mmmmm...this is amazing,” he gushed after he swallowed it down, then opened his eyes and peered back at Rose.

@badwolfgirlicouldkissyou

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“That sounds lovely,” the Doctor replied. “I can understand dog, anyway.”

By now, he’d noticed the occasional curious onlooker peering at him, probably wondering why he was chatting with a puppy in broad daylight as if it were human. But he paid them no mind, simply turned and glanced at them whilst offering a friendly hello. Most just shrugged and walked away.

He turned back to Darby. “My ship’s actually parked a few meters away,” he informed her. “Would you like to see it?”

[herdofpuppies]

You can? That’s so cool! The puppy tells you, tail wagging at fifty miles per hour. The dog doesn’t notice anyone looking by, more focused on the man in front of it. It looks at the ship, and walks up to it. The TARDIS. It’s so small, but it doesn’t feel small. It claws at the door, wanting to get in. I wanna see!

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

@herdofpuppies

The Doctor watches Darby clawing at the TARDIS doors and laughs. “It’s certainly not small,” he replies, darting over to the blue box and then looking down at the puppy, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “Just want until you see inside. Oh, and...you might want to stand back, before I open the doors.”

@herdofpuppies

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“I didn’t know you could cook.” (obviously she wouldn't OUTRIGHT say this, but she'd... gesture around a bit until he got the idea) - tinyfaries

The Doctor watched as Iris fluttered next to him, then stopped to hover and watch him stir the masala he was frying in the Dutch oven on the stove. It was a mix of onions, garlic, ginger, green chilis, and whole spices frying in oil; the ingredients glistened with a light sheen and a savoury, mildly pungent aroma wafted up from them.

He turned to Iris, who was pointing to the pot and gazing at him with raised eyebrows. “Yep,” he replied, popping the last ‘p’. “Been able to for centuries. Just don’t do it that often ‘cos, well…” He looked up for a brief second, absentmindedly waving the wooden spoon in his hand a bit as he gestured. “I’ve got a bad habit of being distractible and burning things.”

@tinyfaries

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“I don’t blame you,” the Doctor admitted, pulling the serrano pepper away from the fairy. “It’s for some an acquired taste. Since you put it that way, I’ll make sure I put out some yogurt for you. And a lot of water as backup. The yogurt will help things cool down a bit, but the water will help, too.”

Opening the fridge door, he put the pepper back where he’d found it and stirred the mixture in the pan again before dumping in some tomatoes and pureed cashew nuts, then stirred it again. He inhaled the fragrance of the food and smiled. He kept making sure he moved carefully so that Iris wouldn’t fall from her perch on his head.

[tinyfaries]

She let out a small chirp and nodded even if he couldn’t see her properly. She would like some yogurt, whatever it was. 

She shivered slightly as he opened the door and bunched up a bit on his head in an effort to stay warm before she leaned over to watch him back at the pan. Eventually she flew from his head onto the counter to watch so she wouldn’t be in the way of his cooking. 

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“S’gonna be a while,” he explained, turning to Iris as she rested on the countertop. “Gotta fry all this up and then add the marinated chicken in a few minutes. Then it cooks for…” He glanced up at bit his lip, trying to remember from the instructions he’d read. “About half an hour. But while we wait, I’ve got an idea.”

It was at a point where he could leave everything alone for a few minutes without stirring it. Darting over to the fridge again, he stared at a small basket of strawberries in one of the bottom drawers, through its see-through window. “D’you like strawberrries, Iris?” he queried, head still leaning inside the fridge.

[tinyfaries]

She nodded as he spoke. Okay. So cooking took a long time. How could anyone stand it? 

She watched him go back to the firdge and gave an affirmative chirp. 

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“Right, then -- thought you might,” the Time Lord murmured, reaching one of his long skinny arms out until his fingers brushed against the handle of the bottom drawer. Curling his fingers underneath the ledge, he pulled it open, then reached in and closed his hand around the container of strawberries to pull it out.

Pushing the drawer closed and shutting the fridge door, he set the strawberries on another nearby counter, then retrieved a few of the huge, ripe seed-studded things from the green plastic. Quickly he ran them under some water, then pulled their fuzzy green crowns from their bodies and thinly sliced them on a clean cutting board while humming some half-forgotten tune. 

In short order, he had the slices of strawberry on a plate nearby. “There you go,” he offered, turning to Iris and nodding at the place.

@tinyfaries

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

"Did you just lick me?"

“Why yes, I did,” the Doctor admitted, just after he’d taken one of the Master’s hands in his own and swept his tongue over the backside of it, just below the knuckles. He shot the other Time Lord a sly smile. “And you heard what I said.”

@disastorousmaster

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

The Doctor shivered at the Master’s words as he savoured the feel of the other through his clothes: the hard planes of his chest, the coolness of his skin bleeding through the fabric. More of his inner walls began to melt, from tall, fissured rock into an ocean of lava gurgling inside, his hearts dangling just above the surface. 

“Yes, Koschei,” he whispered back. “Yours. Always yours.”

[disastorousmaster-deactivated20]

The Doctor’s words seemed to fuel something deep inside the Master. He pushed the taller man against the wall and started to kiss him roughly, his hands pulling at the other’s hair. All to soon, he pulled away once he realized how rough he had been. “Sorry, probably a little too much.”

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

The Doctor stared at the Master with wide, deep honey eyes, and his mouth partially open. Stunned by the sudden loss of skin-to-skin contact with the other, he froze and watched the Time Lord back away. His mind scrambled for words, but could grasp at none.

Instead, he stepped forward after a moment and, winding his arms around the Master, pulled him closer and seized his lips with his own. He mirrored the other’s rough kiss from the moment before, then leaned in and touched his forehead to the other man’s before softly beaming the only words that he could find at the moment to the other Time Lord. 

*Don’t stop.*

[disastorousmaster-deactivated20]

Groaning, he returned the Doctor’s rough kiss. Content in the fact that neither one of them could ever have full control of the other. Still, he was a competative man, so be damned if he didn’t attempt to take control.

“Never,” he promised, placing a kiss on the others forehead.

He took the Doctor’s hane, leading the way to his room.

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

The Doctor interweaved his fingers with the Master’s and gave his hand a gentle squeeze as he was led away. Still close to the other Time Lord, his scent drifted to the Doctor’s nose; and behind his navel, a liquid warmth flowed making his desire signal throughout his body. He willed his legs to carry him forward until they arrived at the other man’s bedroom.

[disastorousmaster-deactivated20]

The Master pinned the other against the wall once they entered his room. His hands touching anywhere they could as he pulled the Doctor into a kiss. The never ending drums were beating faster but in that moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. All he wanted was to be closer to the man in front of him.

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

The Doctor melted into the kiss, transmuting beneath his skin into a warm flood as he hummed contentedly. The other Time Lord’s touch sent electric impulses through him, making his own ache grow louder and demand to be sated. Soon, he kissed back as hungry as before, and when he could finally wind up a free hand to the other’s face, he gingerly skimmed two fingertips across the Master’s temple and signaled his thoughts to him: no words, just desire, love, and need.

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“I love my new collar, Master." ((Had to))

The Doctor reached around to the back closure – a tiny set of rings with a dainty, yet strong padlock looped through them – and made sure it was secure. 

The collar itself was elegant – it looked more like a choker, really. A thin gold band, about an inch wide, wrapped around her neck. Words in Circular Gallifreyan were engraved around the band: on one side, his name, and on the other side ngudia sam avitanon – my beloved forever. In front of her throat, a large aquamarine tear-shaped gem was mounted – he’d picked that color to match her eyes. The loops at the back were not only wide enough to lock, but to attach a leash if so desired.

“I’m glad you do,” he replied softly, a smile creeping over his lips. He’d made it himself, squirreled away in his workshop for several days, hiding it from her as he’d intended it as a surprise. “Does it fit alright for you?”

@vormekta

[vormekta]

She looked down in shame. That week had been painful to her. His absence made her think about things she didn’t want to and she felt unwanted, like he was tired of being around her. “I thought…you were tired of me. I’m sorry…” She kept looking down, her right hand travelling up and holding onto his and she purred her regret to him.

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“No, no…” The Time Lord reached out and cupped the huntress’ chin, gently lifting it so that their gazes met. “Vor’mekta, I could never get tired of you. I didn’t want you accidentally seeing it before it was ready. If I seemed a little terse and abrupt that week…I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

[vormekta]

She chuckled. “It’s okay. I just jumped into that conclusion to early, you know.” As her gaze locked with his, she smirked and raised an eyebrow at him, mischief shining in her eyes. “You know…”

She paushed, her hands travelling up his arm and chest. “My gift for you is not ready…I think it’s time for some…” Getting on the tip of her toes, her voice no more than a whisper against his ear. “…punishment.”

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“Mmmm....” Unconsciously, the Time Lord’s hand drifted around to the huntress’ back, skimming over her skin and the smooth, shimmery fabric that she wore. “I think that sound rather....nice,” he confessed quietly, a mild purr creeping into his already deepened voice as he peered through his dark honey gaze at her aquamarine eyes. “What d’you think I should do to you, my Pet?”

@vormekta

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[tennyrudeandnotginger]

The Doctor’s breath left him in a series of ragged exhales as his long pale fingers drifted through Vor’mekta’s hair, allowing the glossy feel over his fingertips to signal through his nerve endings. Leaning back his head, he shut his eyes and let out a string of soft, low moans. “So...good...” he breathed, stopping and winding his fingers through her long dark strands.

@vormekta

[xmidorixmex--archived-blog]

ff+ The Doctor (Oh, geez, I *had* to!) //tennyrudeandnotginger

Peter sat at his laptop with the AO3 website open. His eyes were dark with lust as he read each line of the document he’d been browsing absent-mindedly up until he recently when he realised exactly what he’d been reading.

A slight moan sounded from parted lips as he wetted them slightly with the tip of his tongue. Looking up at the Doctor as he worked on some doodad or another, the illusionist let a filthy smile creep over his face. “Doctor…” he said. “You might want to look at this.”

@tennyrudeandnotginger

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

Peter’s words caused the Doctor to shiver again. Or was it because of the feel of his lover’s nails raking across his skin...or his cock driving into and deliciously stretching him? As his own length twitched and swelled in the other man’s hand, his breath left him in ragged exhales. The Time Lord was clawing, trying to pull himself away from the edge while the illusionist was steadily dragging him towards it...

“Fill me, love,” he finally managed to whisper back. “Claim me...” 

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

"I still mean to make good on my promise to have you up against that door and snogging the very life out of you at some point, y'know." Peter said, perching against the jumpseat of the TARDIS, watching the Doctor do his manic dance around the console. // xmidorixmex -- ^_^

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” The Doctor swiftly moved through the takeoff sequence, stopping very briefly to gaze up at Peter as he fired up the helmic regulator. “I will be thoroughly surprised if you don’t,” he added softly with a sly smile before moving on to the handbrake.

“You’ll get to see some of humanity’s future,” he continued. “The planet Shazzar, the year 5099 A.D. We’ll be visiting during its year-end Festival of Lights. Think of Diwali, Mardi Gras, and Lunar New Year all rolled into one.”

Turning to look at Peter, he stood with his hand poised in the takeoff lever. “Grab onto something, Peter, and hang on tight! She takes off very rough.”

xmidorixmex

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

His arm sliding down and wrapping around Peter’s shoulders, the Doctor craned his neck, lifting his head up so his lips brushed against Peter’s and he melted into the kiss. 

By Arcadia, it was too easy to become addicted to this.

As he allowed the other man’s tongue to explore his mouth, it occurred to him that one of these days, he’d want to show the other the contents of his mind...spiral his thoughts and coil them around the other’s. It had been centuries since he’d willingly let another inside his thoughts, and strangely enough, the physical contact he now shared with Peter made him suddenly miss the mental contact, too.

The moon was now at its apex in the black, glittery sky, which meant seven more hours of night. When they finally broke apart from the kiss, he peered at the other, whose face was illuminated by a blue-white wash of moonlight that had slipped through a hole in the canopy of leaves above them.

“As are you,” he replied softly.