- must be following me.
- just having a doctor who verse does not count.
- oc’s do count
- and so do torchwood indie rpers.
I need a donna to rp with!
Someone not me that is!
Everyone gone, the feeling of suddenly being very alone. Coming back from being human and hearing nothing from the others. Possible one of the worst shocks he’d had. ”The reason we never stayed together here. I loved her and she betrayed me. Proceeded to make the mistake that you were in league with her the entire time.”
Her hand hung half forward. Something she’d clearly thought better of. Her words took a moment for the Master to process. Always his. It didn’t matter really. Not what he’d done to his Doctor. Not what her Master had done. ”I’ll hold you to this you know. You aren’t running from me again.” His hand brushed hers for a moment, before he added “And I believe we’ve kept UNIT waiting quite long enough. We hardly need to give them an excuse to lock you up as well.”
She just looked at him, she had no idea who this woman was. Then again, her life was so different from her counterpart. Who knew where he was right now, always flying about in that tardis. Hers was barely hanging on a thread as it was. Yet here she is, offering to be his. Though she feared that he would deny it.
Holding her breath, she smiled as she nodded her head. “Could always do the sacre promise.” One in which gallifreyans hardly used cause it officially binded them to another one permanently. Though their people held love to a high standard, but because they lived for so long, no one wanted to be tied to another forever. Watching his hand, she agreed and headed to the door. “Though I think that woman got it out for me, so they may just do it anyway.”
I hate Christmas, Smith thought to himself.
He sat alone on a snow-covered bench at the outskirts of the park. He watched as the large snowflakes fell to the already blanketed ground, joining others of its kind.
Snowflakes. They’re funny things. They’re all different - so different, but they belong together… like humans.
Smith brushed away thoughts that he knew must be rising from the remnants of the Doctor inside of his brain. He was human, but he belonged no where. Was he human? He had the brain of a human with the knowledge of a Time Lord and the lonely heart of a human but the hand of a Time Lord and… it was all too much for Smith to contemplate.
His eyes rested on the road, on the intersection where…
well, he could barely stand to think about it.
He could still hear the horn, the breaks screeching, the gut-wrenching crunch of metal.
If he closed his eyes and listened just hard enough he could hear the screams.
If he focused, he could see the lights of the sirens, hear the faint beeping of his three year old daughter’s heart on a monitor in the hospital, taste the disinfected hospital air, feel the yellow strands between his fingers as the doctors wheeled his beautiful, lifeless Rose away from him.
He spoke out loud, startling himself.
"Stop it," he blinked quickly, wiping at the tears and taking a sharp, deep breath in through his nose. He hated Christmas. Why?
Because Christmas was when his family was stolen from him.
He looked up at the sound of steps squeaking in the newly laid snow, examining the feet that stood directly in front of him. "Can I help you?" he asked plainly, not even bothering to raise his eyes to the person.
mun note: this is an open starter open to any and all; including Roses who would be interested in playing a hallucination or even a ghost.
Even if someone replies to this, or if we have a thread going, please feel free to reply :3
I love having multiple threads.
She sat down next to him, having not spoken to him yet. If he noticed her, he never said. The arrival into this universe was as easy as the last one, only she had not expected the results. Some universes were better than others, and normally would have left the moment something bad happened. Except she couldn’t do that now. Only she had no idea why.
According to the paper, it was Christmas time. Suppose it would be a wonderful time of year for some, but not for her. Too many bad things seems to happen around this holiday, usually to the people who traveled with her.
His words caught her off guard, if he didn’t know who she was, then he was definitely not the one that grew from her hand. “Yes, yes you can actually.” Leaning, she gave him a semi-smile. “You can tell me why you’re out here in the snow, and not with your family.” Oh the Doctor knew she shouldn’t have said that, but she needed to know what happened.
➤ BUT HERE’s the CATCH! :
Try to incorporate in it a fact/reference to the other parent (without saying their name/URL/ship).
I’ll answer the anon and then also try to guess the ship, or say which one I think the child would belong best from.
REBLOG AND SEE IF YOU GET A COLOR
PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
YELLOW: I wish we were friends in real life.
RED: I think you are arrogant and I’d like to unfollow you but your blog is awesome so I won’t.
GREY: I wish we talked more and be friends.
TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we ever met.
PINK: I love your blog, it’s one of my favourites.
TEAL: You annoy me at times.
BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.
ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.
WHITE: MARRY ME PLEASE.
GREEN: I think you’re cute.
CORAL: I think my life would be incomplete without you.
BLACK: Black looks good on you.
BROWN: I don’t like you.