When people need help, I never refuse

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"Have you ever considered kissing me?"

“I’m a genius, I consider everything. I’m not sure what it would accomplish though.”

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If I never go back to gallifrey and never face the raven, what will happen?

“I don’t know. I can’t know everything. It’s a unique event, you could last for a long, long time, but eventually you’ll have lived enough. That happens. You get old enough, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to stop. Death is the only certainty we have, Clara, I try to take at least some comfort in that when I can.”

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"Would you ever want to travel with me again?"

“In a heartbeat. No, wait, that’s too long. In half a heartbeat. Of course I would. But everyone has to go their own way in the end.”

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△ why do you keep finding new companions when you've hurt your old ones so much?

10Because it’s worth the risk. To them and me, it always is. There’s no such thing as safety; people die going to work every day. If they’re informed, if they know the risks, and if they make that choice for themselves, like I did all those years ago, who’d I be to say no?Because without them I’m just another dusty old Time Lord rattling around in my box.

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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creativeinmind‌:

“Doctor careful!” Etienne quickly rushed over and stood nearby her. The woman was brave indeed. Her body hanging out of the window so she could gaze at the storm. Etienne fumed with worry and readied herself in case the Doctor would fall out but surprisingly enough the Doctor came back in with her hair and eyes so wild. Etienne almost felt jealous. The Doctor was so unafraid, willing to do good even if it was dangerous. She wanted to do the same. “A plan? Alright then let’s hear it!”

She hurried to take the lead, back down the stairway, walking with purpose, both because that was what she did and because that way she could hide her complete look of uncertainty from Etienne. 

“It’s a surprise!” She said, buying herself another few precious seconds to think very, very quickly. Time storm, Time Lord, castle under siege. She ticked them off in her head, and by the time they reached the bottom of the stairs she had an idea. It was risky, but she had no other choice. 

“My box. We’re going for a fly.”

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Life in the TARDIS was beyond her wildest dreams. Before the Doctor had rescued her she’d dreamed only of freedom, never of safety, of comfort. Now she would spend hours in the gardens, tending to the plants, following a stream that took her to some vast, ancient library carved into the side of a snowy mountain, or through desert plains filled with songbirds.

She called herself Evan, after her designation, EVN-212, but was still finding getting used to it a struggle. Names were funny things. So were feelings and thoughts and clothes and consciouness, but in the space the TARDIS had given her she had all the time in the world to work out who she was, beyond being timid and frightened. 

The Doctor had called her magnificent; a work of art, and had already done more for her than she knew how to ever repay, but Evan enjoyed small gestures of gratitude, and picked out several flowers to gift on her walk back to where the Doctor was usually found.

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The Doctor couldn’t see a thing. She sat cross legged, tongue between her teeth and a huge welding helmet was sat upon her head, visor down, sparks flying in every direction as she cobbled together whatever it was she was working on. It was noisy. It was always noisy when the Doctor was around.

“Evan!” The Doctor shouted in a tone of delighted surprise; a tone that said I’m happy to see you as much as it did good god where did you come from? She flipped the visor up and grinned, oblivious to the flowers. 

“You’ve been on more walks? There’s a whole Universe outside the TARDIS too, y’know. Sure you wouldn’t rather go that way?”

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The night air stung against her face as they flew. Avyra dug her fingers into the feathers on Aerglo’s neck, letting her stryx fly her towards home. The huge harpia glided effortlessly over the lightly frosted field, wide, star-colored wings barely beating as he used the thermals to make the flight home effortless – and quick.

Something strange had been going on with the wild stryx population. Well, more specifically, the wild gryphs. Although the largest of stryx – the king stryx some called them – the gryphs were usually very passive creatures, save for if you were foolish enough to get near their nests. But lately the wild pack that lived in the mountains had grown very territorial, very aggressive towards travelers. Especially those without a stryx with them. Although it was unlikely the gryphs would attack her while she was with her harpia, a creature almost as big as one of them, it was best to be cautious.

Aerglo suddenly looked around, towards the ground, and let out a soft peep from his beak. Avyra tore herself from her thoughts, blinking. “What is it?” Of course, Aerglo didn’t reply, but he gave another soft cry, using his head to motion to where he was looking. Avyra followed his gaze, standing up on his head for a moment. Was that a person? Walking the trails by themselves? Avyra frowned. That was how people got attacked now.

“Okay – let’s go check it out.” She sat down again, getting a better grip as Aerglo tucked his wings slightly, ascending towards the person, coming to land behind them. It was a woman, wearing strange clothing. In general, she looked strange. Travelers.

“Hey! Need a lift? You shouldn’t be out here by yourself with no stryx to defend you,” she called down. “People have been getting attacked on these roads lately.”

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The Doctor, who was both no stranger to being attacked on whatever road she happened to be on, and no stranger to things that others might be really quite shocked by, grinned at the sight of them, her eyebrows popping up in a mild indication of surprise.

She was there, wherever there was, because there was new. She was alone because sometimes it turned out that Ryan and Graham and Yaz liked spending time in Sheffield and the Doctor couldn’t ever stand hanging around waiting. She’d pop back. She always did.

“A lift?!” She called back, as if the idea was obscene somehow. “Come down here if you wanna chat, you’re makin’ me dizzy!”

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creativeinmind‌:

Etienne stood there with a confused look. She went over everything the Doctor said in her head. She touched her head and rubbed it. “So what you’re saying is… This castle is being moved forward in time somehow. And even the people are aging to death. That’s… well I was going to say impossible but that definitely seems possible. But… how do we stop it? Can we really stop time?” She went on about the situation. Their hair ruffled with the wind. Etienne never would have wished death upon these people even if they treated her so terribly.

“Stop time? No chance, I’d need at least a half decent laboratory for that,” the Doctor brushed past her, heading straight for the open window, and stuck her head out as far as she could.

She saw the storm, swirling overhead in unnatural, scattered patterns, the lightning circling it in as alien a manner as imaginable; she saw time, raw and lethal, bearing down on them; she saw a problem, now all she needed was the solution.

The Doctor reemerged from the window, her hair a windswept mess, eyes wild. 

“I have a plan,” she lied.

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creativeinmind‌:

Etienne shook out of fear of what the Doctor said. She’d never imagined that someone could have been eaten. It was only stuff of dreams and imagination until now. She watched the Doctor approach the window and stare out into the night. “His life was sucked out of him? Whatever this is it’s not going to stop is it?” Her voice trembled a little. “We can’t let it get us. Or anyone else. What do we do Doctor?” She asked her.

“I don’t know. Um, give me a minute, let me think, let me think.” The Doctor pulled a face and whirled on the spot, bringing up her hands to tap frantically at her temples as if to coax out new ideas. 

“I think we’re seeing the material history of this castle. Stone, wood, metal. Not its past, but maybe its future.” It was a stretch, but the more the Doctor talked, the more it started to make sense in her head.

This castle, it’s not always going to be a castle, not forever. Eventually the stone won’t be stone, it’ll be worn down by time and decay and eventually it’ll be re-purposed. Maybe they’ll replace the floors and walls with treated oak, maybe after that, it’ll be some kind of metal...”

Thunder crashed overhead; the Doctor jumped, then dashed to the window and stared out. “The storm. What if it’s not an ordinary storm?”

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creativeinmind‌:

“Speaking of creepy…” Etienne muttered as they found the skeleton. She walked towards it and inspected the uniform. She found a small badge on it. “Harold… He was a new guard. Very nice…” She looked down sadly at the skeleton. Unsure of what could have done this to him. “Poor man… who knew what that must have felt like. And this tower is the same as the wall downstairs.” The thunder rumbled one again in the sky. The tower smelled of oak like the wall. The cold air sent shivers down their spines. Etienne held her scarlet cape around herself tighter. The hair on her arms stood up, she felt goosebumps all over.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” The Doctor frowned down at the body, mere bones and dust. “There’s no sign of a struggle, no sign that he was attacked or, sorry, that he was eaten by anything.” The thunder outside seemed closer somehow, and for a moment the Doctor was silently focused on the view outside, though she could see nothing but clouds in the night sky.

“It’s like he just aged to death really, really quickly. I don’t understand.”

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timedisplxced‌:

clearly this woman knew her. or amy. stupid distinctions, but relevant none the less. a belief the blonde was quick to reinforce. which, yeah, that stung quite a lot more than she could have imagined. inadvertently flinching at the raised device - fragments of a shared consciousness pumping adrenaline into her blood and telling her to run - she wrapped her arms around her torso in a desperate but unnecessary attempt at keeping her molecules from disintegrating. “stop that! you can’t just go around pointing things at people. that’s rude.” even if said ‘things’ sounded a lot like the doctor’s sonic.

copying the other’s movements so her back wouldn’t be turned to the stranger, her frown deepened. “am i meant to?” questionable clothing style, a sonic-y device, unprompted rambling, in-depth knowledge about her and the flesh… “doctor..?”

The Doctor beamed. It all came together with the smile, that slight frantic mania that was ever-present throughout her incarnations, and the deep, deep warmth behind it. She practically jumped for joy. In fact, she did do a rather embarrassing little hop, seeming to think better of it halfway through.

“Pond!” Oh, she wished she had her fez more than anything. “You’re all Flesh-y!” The Doctor pointed at her helpfully. “The Flesh must have kept some kind of bio-memory of your physiological pattern. If I’d known it was going to reconstitute you I’d have come back. Two Ponds! Rory would have--” 

The Doctor fell silent for a moment. There was no Flesh Rory here. There was no Rory anywhere any more. It was amazing how much that stung after all these centuries. “How much do you remember?” She asked carefully.

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romanaofheartshaven‌:

Romana blinked once, than twice, as the blue box appeared bold as brass, her staser drawn in one fluid motion before her brain could play catch up.  The Time Lady’s dark eyes darted from the Doctor’s TARDIS to the Doctor herself holding the Bunsen burner and everything became apparent in less than a micro span.  She huffed out a groan of exasperation, before lowering her weapon, tucking it neatly away.  Not ten seconds later, half a dozen soldiers burst through the doors citing unauthorized materialization.  She quickly dismissed them, shooing insistently, until two remained station outside the lab door as per UNIT protocol.

“You know,” Romana started, learning back against the wall arms folded, “it’s customary to call before dropping in.” She paused, a touch of amusement lacing her tone, “how the HELL did you make it passed MY security measures?  UNIT’s fine, they’re flimsy enough but MINE.” She tutted with annoyance.

The Doctor, so wrapped up in nostalgia and the sudden-but-inevitable betrayal of her fake Bunsen burner, leaps back, wide-eyed at Romana, then the soldiers, then again at Romana. Indeed, she’s all eyes and stripes and very, very familiar. With a somewhat excessive flourish and no manners at all, she draws her sonic screwdriver, points it, but never clicks the switch. 

“Romana,” her voice is a whisper. Behind her eyes the gears are spinning. Gallifrey survived, she’d seen to that, it made sense, but she never dared let herself hope that those she had been close to had survived with it. Even if they had it wouldn’t have changed anything, after all, Gallifrey was locked away forever now, its day was done and the Universe was a more peaceful place without it. 

But there was Romana. Standing there, living, breathing proof that she was wrong about something and that the Doctor wasn’t yet too old to be surprised. Her shock broke into a grin, wide and just a little wild.

“Did you steal my Bunsen burner?”

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creativeinmind‌:

Etienne’s jaw dropped at the Doctor’s sudden transition. It was actually quite refreshing and relieving to see the maids get scolded at for once when they harassed her. She covered her mouth to avoid laughing out loud. Her round cheeks turning red. As soon as the maid left Etienne bursted into laughter and held her sides. “I wish I could have seen that. You come quite in handy! I have to say I’m very impressed.” She praised the Doctor and then lead the way again. They arrived to the entrance to the tower. There was a long stairwell to the top. “This is the entrance to the tower, I’ve come up here only a few times to throw my makeshift airplanes out the windows when I was young. Though between you and me, I still do it.” She put on a smirk. A cold wind blew against them through the entrance opening. The wind howled and echoed throughout the tower. “It’s also very creepy…”

“I love creepy.” The Doctor took the lead. She was an unfazed by the dark as anyone, and ascended the stairway with a spring in her step. “And airplanes. I did that when I was a kid too.” Of course on Gallifrey the toy airplanes were a little bit more complicated than the ones made of paper on Earth. She didn’t feel the need to elaborate on that bit.

They reached the top of the tower quickly enough. The door to the keep was slightly open and creaked when the Doctor nudged it, then peered cautiously into the fire-lit room. She inhaled sharply, then let the door swing open. There had been a single guard on duty that night, now there was little more than a skeleton. Even his uniform had been deteriorated. Around the corpse, the stone floor mimicked the wall they’d studied downstairs, morphed and twisted into wood and metal at various points, seemingly at random. 

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creativeinmind‌:

“Believe me. I would want nothing more than to puzzle everyone.” She smiled at the Doctor. “Follow me I suppose!” She laughed and began walking through the castle. There were was certainly a lot of rain pouring in from outside. The marble floors glistened with the amount of water flooding it. She didn’t see any maids or servants around. No one’s noticed yet. “This way. I would rather avoid being seen.” She took the Doctor’s hand and ran through the halls. Her eyes glanced in every direction to avoid being caught. Unfortunately enough a maid suddenly caught sight of them. Her face wrinkled up with rage. “There you are! And who on earth is this!? Are you bringing women in here to do unholy things!? I knew you were evil! Wait till the King and Queen will hear about this!” She threatened. Etienne was about to speak but rather she let the Doctor do the talking.

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The Doctor didn’t miss a beat. Her accent shifted completely to one of nobility as she scowled down at this woman. “How dare you speak to the Princess like that! I happen to be Etienne’s etiquette tutor, as requested by the King himself. I’ve never known such insolence from the serving staff! If you worked for me you’d be out of the doors by dawn. I have half a mind to tell the King about this myself.”

The maid shrank somewhat under the Doctor’s stare and looked away hurriedly, muttering quick apologies and slinking away back to the shadows. The Doctor kept watch until she was out of sight, then grinned wide at Etienne, her accent back to normal when she spoke. “Told you, I can bluff my way out of anything.” She grabbed her hand and resumed their walk in a hurry. “I once convinced my own judge that he was the defendant and I was the judge. Should’ve seen the look on the jury’s faces. Not that they had faces, technically speaking...”

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timedisplxced‌:

she knew who she was; what she was. memories of a life she had never lived, borrowed – stolen – drilled into her brain with frightening accuracy. the smell of the rubbish dump on starship uk, the taste of the sarget du château gruaud-larose she’d shared with vincent, the resonating sound of gunshots at lake silencio, the sensation of lightning passing through her body, knocking her out cold… everything was right there at her fingertips and yet so far removed. the doctor gone once more without a reason to return. the sonic he had left behind broken beyond repair, leaving her stranded. alone. —or not.

“who are you? i don’t know you.” came the instant accusation, distrust coloring her words as she whipped around to face the stranger, backing a good three steps up just to be safe. “if you’re part of the evac team, you’re late. everyone’s already gone and i don’t plan on sticking around either.” a lie delivered with all the confidence she could muster, born out of necessity. out of fear. proper human or not, she didn’t want to be decommissioned. 

“You’re Amy Pond! From Leadworth. No! From Scotland. Then from Leadworth. No...” The Doctor’s eyes boggled. She looked Amy up and down, retrieving her screwdriver and giving the redhead a brief, sweeping scan. “You’re something else. Flesh! I remember. Blimey, you’re taller than I remembered.”  That answered her earlier query. The TARDIS always had a reason, this must be it. She took a step to the side, as if to circle Amy, then stops abruptly with a frown.

“Don’t you recognise me?” Amy would recognise him--her. Of course she would.

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creativeinmind‌:

“In this century? You speak as if you’re from another time…” It dawned on her and it made so much more sense now. She turned to the wood and touched it herself. Etienne leaned in and smelled the oak as well. “Interesting… Doctor the castle has plenty of stone. If it were to happen again then someone would surely get hurt. There are many people living in this castle. Though I don’t like most of them they could be in danger.” Etienne’s worried eyes trailed over the exposed wood. Her heart kept pounding in her chest. She wrapped her cloak around herself more. “The castle might literally be under invasion.” She theorized.

“Invasion of the killer wood?” The Doctor waved a hand dismissively. “Not to be rude, but this era doesn’t get invaded very often. But I think we’d better check the towers just to be sure. You know the way, right?” She gave the wall one last glance before turning her attention to the castle once more. Openings in the stone were letting in plenty of cold wind and rain. The Doctor pulled up her head and gestured for Etienne to lead the way. 

“Start with the nearest tower. We’ll work our way around. If anyone asks, leave the talking to me, okay?”