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DW art blog!
As well as my new RP blog @dcctordisco I now have an art blog called @dcctordiscodraws and I’m taking requests for Doctor Who related art on there :)
DW art blog!
As well as my new RP blog @dcctordisco I now have an art blog called @dcctordiscodraws and I’m taking requests for Doctor Who related art on there :)
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Soulmates | impossible-gal
Clara smoothed a hand down his chest and stomach “Doctor, you are a very handsome man, inside and out.” She let her hand wander over him but didn’t try to lift his shirt.
His body curled on reflex, and he didn’t seem to agree with her.
“You are.” She kissed his cheek and moved her hand up to his shoulder.
He shook his head silently in answer.
Clara hugged him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder. “I think so,” she said quietly.
“I don’t.” He murmured, hugging back.
Her arms tightened around him. “Rule one: Clara is always right. So if I say you are, then you are.”
“Mm.” The Doctor looked down. “Sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Just know that I really do like you.” She pressed her cheek to his.
“Thank you. For liking me.” He said quietly.
“You’re welcome.” Clara continued to hold him. “So what do you want to do now that I’ve ruined our Monopoly game?”
"I don't know or mind really." He smiled.
“Just don’t mistake me for one of your candies.”
He pretended to bite her.
Clara giggled and tried to escape. “Nooo!”
The Doctor grinned, and kissed her face again.
She stopped squirming and pulled him down for another kiss.
He let her kiss him this time.
Clara gave him an adoring look. “I love you so much.”
"I love you too." He cupped her cheeks.
She smiled and slipped her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. Even in their dream that little bit of skin to skin contact sent a thrill through her.
He smiled too, and then lowered his hands, putting them on the floor to let her know he was giving her permission to touch him how she wanted.
Clara rucked his shirt up a few inches, and ran her hands over his torso.
The Doctor resisted curling up, and stayed relatively still.
“My Doctor,” she murmured. Clara kissed his jaw softly.
“Yours.” He smiled.
Clara’s hands slid around to his back and traced small swirls on his skin.
The smile widened, and he closed his eyes.
She continued to kiss and touch him gently. “I bet this is one of the better dreams you’ve had about me.”
"Mhm." He relaxed under her touch.
Clara sat in her flat, nervously awaiting The Doctor's arrival. She clutched the plastic stick in her hands, too afraid to even stare at the two blue lines on it. The stick had been one of many, all of which had the exact same blue lines. "If he doesn't want you, I'm still going to keep you." She said aloud, a hand caressing her stomach. "I always wanted to be a mum, so I'm not giving up that chance." (shortandimpossible)
The TARDIS materialised in its usual spot, the doors opening a moment later. The Doctor came out, glancing around for any sign of his Clara. “Clara?” He called.
“I know. You need to meet your first wife and stuff, time-y stuff.”
“Yeah, but I would remember when I meet you, and that’ll mess stuff up. So you can’t tell me who you are.”
“But wouldn’t Ellie be able to recognize you?” She asked, looking down at the sleepy infant.
“You don’t have to take her. But no, I don’t think she would.”
“I don’t think I’ll visit little you until she’s a little older and can just be bottle-fed by you without having a fit that it’s not me.” She said, stroking the back of the sleeping baby.
“M'kay.” He shrugged.
“She’s so peaceful.” She cooed softly, in awe at the pure cuteness of their newborn.
“I know.” He murmured.
“Thank you, Doctor.” She sighed happily, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. “Thank you for our daughter.”
"We can do this." He smiled. "Together."
Soulmates | impossible-gal
Clara smoothed a hand down his chest and stomach “Doctor, you are a very handsome man, inside and out.” She let her hand wander over him but didn’t try to lift his shirt.
His body curled on reflex, and he didn’t seem to agree with her.
“You are.” She kissed his cheek and moved her hand up to his shoulder.
He shook his head silently in answer.
Clara hugged him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder. “I think so,” she said quietly.
“I don’t.” He murmured, hugging back.
Her arms tightened around him. “Rule one: Clara is always right. So if I say you are, then you are.”
“Mm.” The Doctor looked down. “Sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Just know that I really do like you.” She pressed her cheek to his.
"Thank you. For liking me." He said quietly.
“Just don’t mistake me for one of your candies.”
He pretended to bite her.
Clara giggled and tried to escape. “Nooo!”
The Doctor grinned, and kissed her face again.
She stopped squirming and pulled him down for another kiss.
He let her kiss him this time.
She smiled and slipped her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. Even in their dream that little bit of skin to skin contact sent a thrill through her.
He smiled too, and then lowered his hands, putting them on the floor to let her know he was giving her permission to touch him how she wanted.
Clara rucked his shirt up a few inches, and ran her hands over his torso.
The Doctor resisted curling up, and stayed relatively still.
“My Doctor,” she murmured. Clara kissed his jaw softly.
“Yours.” He smiled.
Clara’s hands slid around to his back and traced small swirls on his skin.
The smile widened, and he closed his eyes.
Soulmates | impossible-gal
Clara smoothed a hand down his chest and stomach “Doctor, you are a very handsome man, inside and out.” She let her hand wander over him but didn’t try to lift his shirt.
His body curled on reflex, and he didn’t seem to agree with her.
“You are.” She kissed his cheek and moved her hand up to his shoulder.
He shook his head silently in answer.
Clara hugged him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder. “I think so,” she said quietly.
“I don’t.” He murmured, hugging back.
Her arms tightened around him. “Rule one: Clara is always right. So if I say you are, then you are.”
"Mm." The Doctor looked down. "Sorry."
“Just don’t mistake me for one of your candies.”
He pretended to bite her.
Clara giggled and tried to escape. “Nooo!”
The Doctor grinned, and kissed her face again.
She smiled and slipped her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. Even in their dream that little bit of skin to skin contact sent a thrill through her.
He smiled too, and then lowered his hands, putting them on the floor to let her know he was giving her permission to touch him how she wanted.
Clara rucked his shirt up a few inches, and ran her hands over his torso.
The Doctor resisted curling up, and stayed relatively still.
“My Doctor,” she murmured. Clara kissed his jaw softly.
"Yours." He smiled.
Soulmates | impossible-gal
Clara smoothed a hand down his chest and stomach “Doctor, you are a very handsome man, inside and out.” She let her hand wander over him but didn’t try to lift his shirt.
His body curled on reflex, and he didn’t seem to agree with her.
“You are.” She kissed his cheek and moved her hand up to his shoulder.
He shook his head silently in answer.
Clara hugged him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder. “I think so,” she said quietly.
"I don't." He murmured, hugging back.
“Just don’t mistake me for one of your candies.”
He pretended to bite her.
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“It looks like you walked.” Alice replied bluntly. Her hand twitched towards one of her knives, thinking of what she could do with this man.
He seemed a bit confused, and wandered around for a few minutes before returning to her.
Alice remained where she was, as those were her orders, looking at the man rather curiously. “Why did you come back?”
“I don’t really know where I am to be perfectly honest.”
“You are in Tokyo’s 20th Ward.” Alice replied, head tilting. “What are you, sir?”
"What am I or who am I?" He returned.
She smiled and slipped her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. Even in their dream that little bit of skin to skin contact sent a thrill through her.
He smiled too, and then lowered his hands, putting them on the floor to let her know he was giving her permission to touch him how she wanted.
Clara rucked his shirt up a few inches, and ran her hands over his torso.
The Doctor resisted curling up, and stayed relatively still.