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the nuwho doctors!! except 14-15 because i haven't seen the specials yet :3
Print of a Doctor who digital doodle of mine
Hi I’m looking for a very specific doctor who fanfiction. It involves 1-11 or 1-12. hey basically all work together and it’s them and their companions some of them split up though and theirs a medival jousting group that includes (ian, barbra, 1, 11, and some others), and an underwater or swamp like planet where a bunch of crocodile like creatures attack (4, Romana, I think Martha?, 10, and others). Thank you!!!
Day 27/50:
『••◬••』 11th Doctor 『••◬••』
мои очередные попытки в портретное сходство(
DOCTOR WHO (2005– ) S05E10: Vincent And The Doctor
ALEX KINGSTON & KAREN GILLAN + TIKTOK COMMENTS (x)
+ bonus
Out of context images i have of the doctor
(Feel free to caption these)
I just love how the fandom has given the doctors nicknames to go with their numbers- at least these are the ones I could find:
9th: ears.
10th: pinstripe, sandshoes.
11th: bowtie, chinny.
12th: eyebrows.
13th: lucky 13 (or just lucky), rainbows, sparkles.
14th:??
15th: love ( the love doctor?), lovely, icon.
(For 15, I have just seen a few of these names a few times)
Honestly, I want to see more nicknames. I know a few of the classic doctors but can't remember them rip. Personally, I have been calling 14th weathered, but that's just me.
The Doctor is here to save the human race! From which one are you going to be the compagnon?🪐
Best part it is true as technically they are nonbinary.
what I think their sexualities are
Doctor who oc rewrite time jumper
Y/n comes from a sad past who watches tv a lot after a bad accident she stumbles upon doctor who and becomes a fan. One day she had an argument with her boss on the phone and the next she was in the tardis some really weird just happened I will call you back.
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This my first ever writing I usually don't write fanfiction but since the internet has been really against I've decided to write some If it goes really will I will continue to write this story.
SPOILERS for Doctor Who below!!!
After binge watching all of the Doctor Who episodes up to date with James, she began calling herself Amy, calling Scorpius, her boyfriend by this time, Rory, and calling Albus “the Doctor”. Alice II quickly became Riversong; Rose always laughed about being her mother.
“You know that in 900 years in time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
I love the 11th doctor with all my heart <3
'Time was a funny thing, she had found out. And apparently much more complicated than she ever anticipated. She still wasn’t sure what was in that tomb, what had cursed her, but she was stuck with her consequences, and when torchwood had found her, well it was only a bit of a shock when they told her aliens exist, time travel too. Some aliens look like us, others don’t, some are friendly, others evil with hatred in their hearts. When Jack Harkness had offered her a ‘job’ of sorts, traveling through space and time, stopping disasters from wiping out whole planets and races, and saving people. It made the fact that she was supposedly going to live forever mean a little bit more, to know she was putting her life to use.'
'CAGED BIRD' A Doctor Who original fan story Chapter One coming later tonight
01. Run Little Bird (A Dr. Who Story)
Time was a funny thing, she had found out. And apparently much more complicated than she ever anticipated. She still wasn’t sure what was in that tomb, what had cursed her, but she was stuck with her consequences, and when torchwood had found her, well it was only a bit of a shock when they told her aliens exist, time travel too. Some aliens look like us, others don’t, some are friendly, others evil with hatred in their hearts. When Jack harkness had offered her a ‘job’ of sorts, traveling through space and time, stopping disasters from wiping out whole planets and races, and saving people. It made the fact that she was supposedly going to live forever mean a little bit more, to know she was putting her life to use.
“What should we call you?” Jack had asked her one day, she opened her mouth but nothing came out, she wasn’t sure. Which seemed redundant, she had a name, has a name. But a part of her felt like she died when she broke the ushabti in that sarcophagus in Egypt, and a new woman had come out-a woman with all the time in the universe to spare. She thought for a moment, before giving him an answer.
“Robin.”
That was nearly six months ago, and how Robin went on a scouting mission to a distress signal on a planet a few light years away, somehow ended up with her being held captive by a zygon fleet, ws beyond her understanding of things. “Who do you work for?” The zygons demanded, a human amongst a planet of lizard people tended to stand out a bit, she figured. “Who said I worked for anyone?” She quipped back, “Humans have no place here.” One spat, “Who said I was human?” She was playing a stupid game for most, but she was trying to buy Jack time to call someone, anyone to help her save these people. One zygon looks to another, before he’s ripping a child from her family, crying for her mother. Robin leaps forward, but is held back by the two aliens flanking her sides, but she struggles anyway.
“Let her go! She’s innocent! I’m the one you want!” She pleads, “Human.” One of the zygon spits, “Always too sentimental.” The little girl is wailing in the zygons arms for her parents, and it rips at Robin’s heart. “I swear to you, I am not an enemy you want to make.” he zygons laugh at her, “humans are weak, harmless.” Their leader responds. “Well this one has all of time and space to hunt you down, and I will, now let these people go, they don’t have anything for you!” The door once locked suddenly bursts open, a man, with a striped suit, a long coat, and a worn pair of sneakers, strolling in, like a walk in the park. “Hello there.” He says, almost like a friend. “Who are you?!” The Zygons demand, “Me? Well, I’m the doctor.” The rest of the firefight is a blur of innocent people running from the battle, and Robin somehow finding herself fighting side by side with a man she doesn’t know but has no option other than to trust. And after barring the doors to buy some time she sees the doctor pressing buttons, flipping a switch, and pulling a screwdriver that glows out of his coat before the console erupts with sparks.
“What do we do now?” Robin asks, still attempting to catch her breath. The doctor takes her hand in his, a comforting gesture that sends a shiver through her bones. A wide grin breaks onto his face, “Now we run.” The two of them break through the hallway, rushing through the flashing lights and warning signals, right towards a London police box. “Right then, in you hop!” He pushes Robin forward into it before following her in, she’s stuck in her spot, the ceiling never seems to end, and they’re staircases that lead deeper into the contraption she’s been shoved into.
“Go on, say it, everyone does.” The doctor smiles as he navigates the tardis’ center console. “It’s bigger on the inside.” The doctor’s smile only grows, “I love it when they say it.”
A message from the 11th Doctor.
Tags: @sweatyartkpopalien
Oh hey! Yes hello there I've been looking all over for you.
Yes you. Of course it was you. Why wouldn't it be?
I wanted to take you on a trip to Ganymede. No not the moon the planet! I know you would like it there.
A nice calm place to be. To relax and find yourself again.
Don't think that I haven't noticed. You can't hide that from me.
*He tinkers around with some bits of the Tardis. His back to you as he continues to talk.*
You're always so happy. You know that? I can always look forward to seeing that bright smile. The little scrunch of your nose as your whole body bursts out in laughter. Hardly able to contain all that joy at something new and wonderful.
*He turns taking a few steps to stand in front of you. One large hand on your shoulder the other using the sonic to scan you.*
I don't take lightly to my friends being unwell.
I know that you have been busy as of late and we don't go as often anymore but. You do know that I am always here to help.
*The Doctor cups the side of your face and gently brushes a thumb across your cheek. His eyes intense and deep as he looks at you. As if he can find what's ailing you with one simple touch. One little look.*
Sometimes it's best if you ask for help. Even if it comes in the least expected way. Don't let yourself drown in expectations and words.
*He draws you in close placing a kiss at the top of your head. Swaying side to side as he holds you.*
Because that's all they are. Is words. Such fickle things. They can seem like the strongest shackles at times. The loudest roar over all of your past accomplishments.
You can't let them get to you. But they will from time to time. That's a given.
Don't let yourself be compared to others. Only compare yourself to who you were yesterday and who you will be tomorrow.
*He pulls back and hooks his fingers under your chin. A soft look on his face when he looks down at you.*
For every negative put in two positives. That is the rule of the universe. Stressed out over work? Do at least half of what needs to be done and go do something that makes you happy. Some effort is better than none.
And your happiness is what matters most.
It's easy to get lost in all the bad things. To allow it to consume you whole.
But don't let it take away your hope. Your Joy.
Don't let it take the good things in life.
Find someone or something that you care about and makes you see the good in the universe.
And y/n.
Don't you ever think that there isn't someone who cares out there. There is always someone.
And if you need it. I am always right here. Just a call away.
Now.
Geronimo!
A piece of me. A part of you.
Pairing: The Doctor x reader
Reader type: Gender neutral
Song: Roslyn- Bon Iver
Warnings: N/A
An: It has been a hot minute lol. I'm thinking about doing a mini series of various one shots with a specific type of reader in mind. This is mostly just a quick idea of sorts to figure it out. I'll be tagging all of these ones, if I do it, as readerreader until I figure out a better name lol. Anyways enjoy this one! Any feedback is welcome!
"Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold."
- Victoria Erickson, Edge of Wonder: Notes from the Wildness of Being (via woodlandfawn)
"Are you mad at me?" You asked. Your voice wavered. Spoke the pain you felt.
"Mad?" The Doctor asked softly. Held you closer in his arms. "Why would I be?" He trailed off. Pulled your hand into his. "Y/n." A whisper. Your name is uttered in such soft reverence.
"Please Doctor." You sounded meek. Tired. God so tired. "Tell me." You look up. Your damp cheek still pressed to his chest. "Please."
He brought your hand to his lips. Layed a kiss on broken and bloody knuckles. His jaw clenched. His eyes soft as he looked at you. "Never. Not of this."
.
.
.
He held a lifetime of sorrow. Carried it in a body hewn of ancient stone. Drowned in a pain beyond your comprehension. The Doctor has faced beings claiming God has spoken to death and was spared her hallowed curse. Yet he came out the victor. The lone man in a blue box condemned to live out a life loss and ruin.
There are times you catch a glimpse of him. Genuine moments of his joy. Of his love for learning. Such as now. On a cool, crisp day. Breathing in the mountain air of a foreign planet. He speaks to you, almost tripping over his own tongue as he tells you of the planets history. Its people. He tells you of events as if he has lived them. And perhaps he did. Watched as the first mountains formed.
Did he hold his breath as the first green sprout rose from rich soil? Did he know of that tree? Breathed in the air it gave as it towered miles high into the air? The crown of it touching the clouds. Daring to break the atmosphere and touch the stars just as he did.
You say nothing. Hold his hand while he speaks. You look into eyes that have seen both the birth and death of the universe.
If you listen. Catch your breath. You can hear the TARDIS. The cry of alien animals. Although the Doctor would tell you that "You are just as alien to them as they are to you." You smile at the memory that thought brings up. On a far warmer planet that had a sky of deep violet hues.
Your face warms when the Doctor waves a hand in front of you.
"Are you even listening? I am being very clever you know." You chuckle. Slightly embarrassed at being caught lost in your thoughts.
"I am. I promise. I just." You pause. Get lost in the look he gave you. One brow rose and a flicker of a smile on his lips before he looks away.
You would give anything to see yourself through his eyes. To see what he saw in you. To know what he deemed worthy enough to keep you around.
"Come along then." The Doctor pulled you towards a worn foot path. "There's a town nearby that I want to show you. It has the nicest little shops." Slowly he fades out. Eyes following the curve of your profile. Lost in the look of your eyes. A fresh view in the planet he often visited.
Yet you were the first companion he brought here. The first to view this small piece of peace he so desperately clung to. And he showed you as if to say. Here I am layed bare, open. See the part of me that I keep hidden. Please notice the peace. The untainted memory he so desperately held onto.
His own lips copy the curve of your smile. Finding his own happiness at your joy of another alien world. Caught in new sights and smells. He watches as you call out. Greet people unknown to you.
You have grown since you've first met. No longer cold and calloused to the world. Finding your own softness after being walled off for so long.
You nod as you pass yet another. The people of this planet range in brillent hues of blue. Each of them shifting darker in shade as they age. Their "hair" was a tuble like tendrel that they held great care for. They decorated them with jewels and golden clasps. Horns sprouted from the tops of their heads. Curling like a rambs as they grew older. From this was draped a sheer fabric. A religious practice for some. They have four arms. The bottom set wrapped around their torso when not in use.
You nod your head at a passing couple clothed in deep green hues. A child between them skin such a pale blue it was almost white. Your head nods. Eyes closed. The Doctor copied you from by your side.
A polite greeting that they copy in turn. They tell you of festivities being held in town. An important one for them. Something only held every one hundred years.
These people live for centuries. A long life of peace and deep appreciation of the arts and sciences. They yearn and crave knowledge.
The Doctor grins. Laughs and waves goodbye at the family and pulls you further down the path. Through fog covered trees and over a stone bridge. His hand still in yours as you reach the town.
And oh it was stunning. Filled with the laughter of children and foreign food wafting in the air. Sweet and aromatic. Spice intermingling with the pine like scent of the woods.
What you could only call orbs floated high into the hair. Multi colored balls all shades of the rainbow
Children ran past you. The Doctors hand slipping from your own. His gaze follows the children running towards the bridge you just crossed. Their laughter rung. High and bright.
With a hand between your shoulders the Doctor leads you towards various stalls. Having you try different foods. Drinks. Even getting you a trinket or two. Silver bangles on your wrists. A new ear cuff shaped like a dragon from Earth's folk tales. Takes that held some tune of truth to them.
The day blends into the night. Your full. Body satisfied by a different blend of food. Even so you held a warm drink in your hand. The Doctor had lead you to a high hillside above the town. The two of you sat on dewy grass beneath twin moons.
You shivered. Wishing you had brought a warmer jacket. You took a sip of your drink. Sweet and almost chocolaty. It was caffeinated almost like a coffee. You bumped your shoulder against the Doctor who in turn nudged you back. "Why did we come up here again?" You asked. The Doctor smiles.
"They hold a light show. Drape thier bodies in the floating lights you've seen all night. " His voice is soft. Far off in a memory. One you're soon about to make. "They dance. Tell the story of their people. It's a long one. Sad and filled with pain and trauma. But they tell it. Teach their young about their history and just how difficult peace was to achieve." He begins to add more but stops when the dancing begins.
Light waves. Rolls across the town like water on the ocean. Breaking and scattering when it hits the edge of their home.
They dance and sing. So much pain and sorrow held in their story. It calls out to you. Transfixes you. It also speaks of hope. Of faith.
The Doctor says nothing. Watches you as you watch the town. Colors dance across you skin. Flash in your bright eyes. You face is soft. Small minute expressions only he could see. He has seen this a thousand times and will a thousand more. But he thinks. Just this time. He is seeing it for the first time again through you. And it stills his hearts. Warms his chest.
He sees a part of himself in you. A desperate need to learn. To see. And he knows you see yourself in him to. The hurting. The pain. The coldness. Often he wonders how the both of you got along. How the both of you balance each other out.
You got to grow softer. Learn to give a kindest you so desperately fought for. Learn to give it to others so that you to may get it.
The Doctor got to see things in fresh eyes. To relearn the reason why he ran off in that blue box in the first place. He saw a piece of himself in you. And perhaps you part of himself in you.