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Title: Fear Me, I Killed All Of Them Fandom: Doctor Who Character: The Doctor Song: ‘Hurricane’ performed by 30 Seconds To Mars Spoilers:Series 1 through to series 7 (including 7.05 – The Angels Take Manhattan) Video by: equixen

Summary/Notes:  I was listening to this song one day when I realized how perfect it was for the Doctor so I had a quick look on YouTube to see if it had already been done and of course it had been.      I was almost going to let the idea go but after watching a few, I decided that my vision for this song was different enough to still try it out :)  

My interpretation of the song is that someone is questioning the decisions the Doctor has made in his life that has subsequently lead him down this dark path.   At first, I was imagining that the Doctor’s past lives were somehow still self aware after he regenerated each time and lived on inside him.  But after a while that outside presence that was questioning his motives became the TARDIS instead :)

For an in depth analysis about this video, please do check out this amazing meta by Elisi on LiveJournal!  It is awesome!! :)

Fandom: Doctor Who Pairing: The Doctor/Rose Song: ‘I Thought She Knew’ performed by ‘N Sync Spoilers: Series 1, 2 and 4 (up to ‘The End Of Time Part 2’) Video by: equixen

The weeping angles are the best villain in Doctor Who and don't get enough episodes. Change my mind.

Psychic paper

tenth doctor x reader

Summary: In which the psychic paper betrays the Doctor

A/N: The Doctor is fruity, deal with it xx

You’d been traveling with the Doctor for a while now and you loved every minute of it. In that time he had shown you all kinds of things you had priorly deemed impossible; aliens with wiggly tentacles, a spaceship that defies the laws of 3 dimensional space, a buzzing device he calls the Sonic Screwdriver, and homicidal salt shakers with toilet plungers for arms to name just a few. 

It seemed that with every adventure he showed you something new and fascinating, constantly topping himself without even trying. There was so much in all of time and space it wasn’t that hard. Anything outside of the 21st century was new to you. 

This time, the Doctor had taken you to see a mechanics factory in the 35th century, but as always the adventure didn’t end there. Aside from new experiences, the Doctor could almost always promise some kind of trouble. He claimed he didn’t go searching for it but rather that it tended to follow him. Either way, most adventures with the Doctor involved some kind of mischief and usually a lot of running.

“It’s no good, you can only get in with an ID,” you groaned, popping your head back around the corner. “There’s a security guard checking everyone going in and out is an employee.” 

You were hiding in a hallway, hoping to get inside the establishment's headquarters. The Doctor had a hunch that malicious alien forces were behind the operation, but he couldn’t be sure without poking around further. Typical Doctor, he just couldn’t leave well enough alone.

“I can’t think of any legal ways to get in there,” you shrugged, turning to the Doctor for ideas. 

“I have identification,” the Doctor smirked, rummaging around in the seemingly endless pockets of his coat. 

“You’re not an employee,” you pointed out. 

The Doctor made a triumphant sound as he pulled what appeared to be a small black notebook out of the depths of his pocket. He flipped it open and you realized it wasn’t a notepad. The item was more like a police badge, minus the actual badge part.

He turned the paper towards you with a smile, clearly expecting you to be impressed 

“Aren’t I?” He grinned brightly, looking at you eagerly. “Psychic paper,” he explained, tapping the stark white paper with his finger.

You grabbed the item from him, squinting at it. You wanted to make sure you were reading it right, maybe your eyes were acting up. 

“This just says ‘I love you’?” You asked, handing the Doctor his weird paper back with a frown. 

“I think that flirting with the security guard is more of a Jack move,” you winced, not wanting to hurt his feelings. The Doctor was quite the charmer, but strategic flirting wasn’t his strong suit.

The Doctor grabbed his psychic paper from you, frowning at it aggressively. It wasn’t supposed to say that. 

“What-?” he asked, glaring at it the same way you did. Once the words registered with him he turned a dark shade of red. He should have been more careful when he handed it over to you.

“It’s not supposed to say that,” he mumbled his thoughts, trying to hide his fluster. 

“How does it work? Is it like a reusable notepad?” You asked, genuinely interested. Even if the Doctor’s tools could be finicky, they were interesting. Maybe he had just forgotten to erase the message from the last time he used it. 

“No, it’s supposed to show the reader what I want them to see,” he blushed, shaking the paper out like a Polaroid. Usually shaking the item would clear it, but those three words refused to fade from the paper. 

“Sometimes it’s a bit slow…” he said, really more to himself than to you. He was still shaking the paper, desperately trying to get the words to disappear. 

“So you were going to try and flirt with the security guard?” You frowned, now you were even more confused. The Doctor would much rather blow the whole place up than try and flirt his way through security. 

“No!” He said, almost a bit too quickly. He blushed again and averted his gaze, an anxious hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. He hadn’t planned on telling you like this. He hadn’t planned on telling you at all.

“When I handed it over it was supposed to show you an employee ID,” he winced. You nodded, this much you knew. What you didn’t understand was the confession of love. 

“But I think the psychic paper picked up on my feelings instead,” he whispered. If you hadn’t been listening intently you might have missed the last few words. 

“Are you saying that you love me?” You frowned, looking at the floor with concentration, “or the security guard?” The second option seemed more viable at the moment.

For the first time in a century, the Doctor was speechless. He stared at you, wide-eyed and unblinking as you waited for his answer. If it was possible, his jaw might have fallen to the floor.

“He’s pretty handsome, I can’t blame you,” you added, peeking over the wall to look at the security guard again.

The Doctor shook himself out of it, rambling a string of incoherent words. “I- uh, wha-?” He stumbled, trying to form a sentence.

“I handed the paper to you.” He said definitively.

“It’s a really dramatic way to come out, Doctor.” You continued on, ignoring him. It’s not like you didn’t know already, he wasn’t exactly subtle about it.

“It didn’t say ‘I love men’!” He threw his hands up in distress. “It said ‘I love you’!”

You finally stopped rambling on about the security guard and turned your attention to the Doctor. His words caught up to you and tentatively you pointed at yourself as if there was any other you. The Doctor nodded exasperatedly as if to say “Yes, you!”

“You love me?” you asked, still pointing at yourself. 

“I think I’ve said it about four times now.” 

“You?” You pointed at the Doctor, “Love me?” 

“Blimey! Yes!” He shouted, frustrated now. You widened your eyes and anxiously checked around you, scared he might have given away your location. Thankfully, everyone appeared to be out of earshot. 

“Yes, I love you,” he whispered this time, his eyes boring into yours. You blinked slowly, your brain still refusing to process his confession. 

You smiled brightly, your grin taking over your entire face. The Doctor loved it when you lit up like this, your happiness radiating off of you. He felt a small smile of his own tugging at his lips just looking at you. 

“I hope that’s alright,” he whispered quietly. He would never forgive himself if he lost you over a psychic paper mishap. The embarrassment would be too much - he’d have to run away. Maybe to that planet inhabited by only rubber ducks? 

“That’s more than alright,” you grinned, a hand instinctively reaching up to his arm to comfort him. The fabric of his coat was cold against your palm, but you didn’t pull away.

The Doctor really smiled back at you now, the wild lopsided grin that was reserved just for you. The kind of smile that always made you laugh with joy. 

He wasted no time wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting your body off the ground in excitement. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent. You laughed happily, waving your feet about slightly. 

The Doctor pulled back just enough to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. Neither of you could stop smiling, even as your lips met. You laughed against him, planting kisses across his face sloppily. Your lips brushed the tip of his nose, the arch of his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth, and his jawline.

“The security guard is pretty cute though,” the Doctor teased with a sly smile. 

“I knew it!” You burst out laughing, throwing your head back as you did.

A message from The tenth Doctor.

*Static rings through. Shuffling and muttering is heard through the noise.*

Testing testing. Ah! Yes! There we go.

*The screen flickers and slowly comes to with color. A man moves inside of the little screen. Wiggling his fingers as he waits for it to clear up.*

Y/n, can you hear me? It's a little difficult to get a signal right now.

Hang on.

*A high pitched whirring is heard as the screen comes to life in a burst of colors.*

There. Much better. Now. How are you? I know it's been a while since we've seen each other. Time travel and all.

Can't sleep? Well that's not good. Why not?

Oh. Oh. Ya. I get it. Sometimes it's hard to settle down when your mind won't stop yelling.

Why am I not. Hey now don't try to change the subject. I'm fine.

I always am.

Now. What do we need to do to get you to sleep?

Don't give me that look. You humans need more sleep than Time Lord's do. Now.

I can see you all bundled up. Are you warm enough?

Okay. Have you eaten? Drank enough water?

Yes. Okay then.

*He's tossing a ball between his hands. Feet propped up on the Tardis console.*

Oh!

*He shoots up and flicks a few switches. The screen darkens and your room is flooded in a soft white light. Stars and planets dance along your walls. A galaxy places itself on your roof.*

I know that I can't be there right now. And I'm sorry. I know that I promised to be there for you.

What?

I am.. Y/n. I.

Hmm. I suppose.

Ahh look at you. *Mutters*

I wanted to take you there. You see that planet? The one with the golden rings and sapphire moons?

*He sits and tilts back in the worn chair. Long finger pointing to some far off projection.*

One of the most gorgeous planets I have ever seen. Fields of soft amber grass. The sky the color of rust and clouds of silver.

The mountains oh those mountains. Towering high above. They were so tall they brushed the tip of the atmosphere. Coated in fine crystals and shone with the intensity of a thousand sun's.

You would have loved it y/n. I want to take your there some day. When you feel better. That I can promise you.

That you will get better.

That sleep will come as easily as-

*He stops then smiles.*

Maybe that's what we should do y/n. Tell you a story to forget about everything.

Look at you.

*He leans forward elbows resting on his knees.*

My brave friend.

You're strong. Don't forget that.

Don't be afraid to ask for help.

A message from the tenth Doctor

Tags: @3lianav

Y/n! I finally got the right signal! I didn't know how much longer the sonic could take. It's always so tricky trying to pick up your frequency.

*The Doctor smiles softly and it turns into a full blown grin upon seeing you.*

Ahh there you are. We're overdue on our next adventure! I was thinking about taking you to the Eskemo nebula. A couple thousand years into the future of course.

They have this little shop there. I love little shops.

*He's looking at the stacks of book you have off to the side. Some old an worn. Others so brand new they haven't been open.*

Or perhaps you would like a day in? I know I know. Not something we so very often but.

Well that last trip was a little tiring wasn't it? All we did was hike around Callisto. And ran away from the ice beast but. You enjoyed that. Right? Despite the monsters and untimely misshaps?

We did get to see fairies in the end.

*You watch as he moves around the Tardis console. He's flicking switches and running frantically as he gets her going.*

I know that I'm not always there for you. And I do know that you humans don't quite run a mile a minute. But it's nice you know.

*He's leaning against the railing now. Gazing up at some unknown point within the Tardis.*

It's nice to know that your just.

There. I love it when you light up talking to me. The way your eyes hold the sky and that smile.

Oh that smile sends my heart's pounding.

Just the way you barely contain your happiness as you tell me everything that has happened.

Knowing full well you'll allow me to do the same next.

Remember that movie we watched? The Lion King?

*He's running his hand through his hair smiling as he looks over at you.*

We practically quoted the entire movie line by line.

Oh and the song! The pillows and blankets ended up on the floor as we jumped and bounced on the couch. Throwing them into the air to pretend they were the rest of the cast.

You played Simba's roll quite brilliantly thank you.

*The sound of the Tardis seems to get louder as the Doctor continues to talk.*

I don't know where I would be right now y/n. Without you here by my side.

My brilliant companion.

Did you know that.

Well of course you do.

Your absolutely amazing.

Not afraid to go from one crazy adventure to the next.

The way you oh so brilliantly figure something out and your whole face comes to life at the shear excitement at finding out something no human ever has before.

But there is times when I began to worry.

I know it's hard at times. Feeling as if you're the only one left in the world.

That you have no one else to lean on. To depend on.

That no one is really and truly there for you.

Well. I thought that. Until I met you.

You have brought a center point for me to focus on. A bright light in a dark tunnel. Cave? Something like that.

What you need to know is that, no matter what, I'll be there for you.

Every tear, every lonely day. Everytime you feel as if your alone in this universe.

Know that you have me. That I will always be there for you. I don't want you to forget that y/n.

I don't want you to feel the way I have.

Your my friend. And nothing will ever change that.

Now about that trip.

*The Tardis has finally appeared in front of you at this point. The Doctor leaning out the door and grabbing ahold of your hand.*

Allons-y! Y/N! That shop isn't going to run itself.

And who knows. Maybe we'll run into something new today.

The thin line between realities.

Pairing: N/A

Characters: Reader. Tenth Doctor. Other doctors mentioned.

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song: Roslyn- Bon Iver & St. Vincent

Warnings: N/A

An: Is this good? Hell if I know lol.

"Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Somethings are to strange and strong to be coincidences."

-Emery Allen

There is a storm outside. It rages and cries out. Light echoed by thunder. Momentarily it lightens your dark room. Brings forth lengthened shadows. It was a melancholy happiness the storm brings.

The dark curtains to your window were drawn back. Letting you look out into the night. Cold air seemed to fall from the window. Washing over your body. Barely held back by the fire in your hearth and the blanket around your shoulders.

You could still taste honey on your lips. The remints of your chamomile tea. There is the smell of wood smoke and lavender. There is the sound of rain in your ears. The crackling of your fireplace and the rumbling of distant thunder.

It is calming. Soothing to your tired soul.

You shift. Mutter a curse as your journal falls from your lap and to the floor. Picking it up the ink filled pages spill open. You flick through them. Fingers ghosting over letters and scribbles of drawings. The majority of the time it is just grocery lists. A snippet of a song you heard that you wanted to search for later. Sometimes its a recipe. Long to be forgotten until you spill open the contents of this well loved journal.

Now it is filled with dreams. Each one you've been having for the past two weeks. Each of them more fantastical than the last. It felt as if though you have lived entire lifetimes in these dreams. Seeming as if days passed as you slumbered in your bed.

The first had been something of your childhood daydreams. Aliens, another planet. You had ran your hands through purple grass and gazed upon bright orange skies. You smelled sweet, almost syrupy air breathed out from silver trees.

Now the man hadn't been there at first. When he showed up it.

It was something between exhilarating and down right terrifying. He wore a different face each time. Some young. Others old. Entirely different personalities. Yet each time you knew. It was him. That it was that strange man and his blue box.

You've never been in that blue box. The Tardis he called it. You chalked it up to your mind not being able to make something semi reasonable. These were only dreams after all. And even you had to admit that your imagination could only go so far. Strange blue aliens and all.

The journal was slowly filling with every detail you could write about these dreams. With it were sketches of him. The Tardis. Sometimes you tried to draw others. The planets they lived on. It often slipped away from you. Leaving you unable to recall the shape of some ones eyes. The slope of their nose. Even whether or not they had two arms of four.

You sometimes spoke of these dreams to others. You were met with laughter. Being told that you should write a book about these dreams. Some said you've always had a fanciful imagination. That your head was always in the clouds.

They were just dreams. Right? It felt real sometimes. His smile. The laugh lines that formed around his eyes. Sometimes you thought you could see the stars in those eyes. That you could behold the entire universe if only you could look long enough.

Thunder roared and you jumped. Pulled away from your thoughts you laugh softly. You stood. Rising away from the warmth of your armchair you went to the window and drew the curtains closed.

With a yawn you stretch. Popping your back as you twist and turn. You glance over to your bed. The pillows and thick duvet on your bed looked inviting. You fed the fire one last time before crawling into bed and curling beneath the covers.

Sleep never came quickly for you. You could lay there for hours tossing and turning before the sandman would come. You tried a lot of things over the years. Every trick and grandmas remedies you could try. You found it best to focus on yourself. Let your body feel the covers around you. Feel the weight of them. You would listen to the ambience of your room. The movement of the night just outside your window.

Then you would focus your mind on just one thing. A movie you watched. A song. A story you wanted to write. Lately it has been that man and his blue box. A constant on your mind. You could see them. Hear them.

One moment you are lost in thought. The next you are opening your eyes to a golden sky.

You give yourself a moment. A small chunk of time. Breathe in salty air. Then sit up. Brush your hands against the ground. Against soft moss. Small white flowers dotted it. Smelling of something sweet and marshmallow like every time it was disturbed.

You look out onto the horizon of a vast ocean. Waves rose and crashed against a cliff face. Mist brushed your skin.

You stood wiping your hands against your thighs. The air was cool. Raising goosebumps against your skin. It moved your hair. The fabric of your clothes. It smelled of the sea and something akin to pine. Reminding you of home.

Unlike home, twin moons hung in the sky. Hues of silver splashed against a purpling sky as the sun began to rise.

With a grin you spun on the spot. Drinking in everything this planet had to offer.

These dreams. You loved these dreams.

There was little to do but explore. Still in awe as you found small tide pools. Strange little creature filling them. And out there in that too large ocean was something like the blue whales of Earth but so much larger. They called, cried out their music as they rose and fell with the waves.

No two dreams, no two places were alike.

Well. There was that one time you visited the same dream. Like you had picked up where you had left off on a movie. He had been ecstatic. Dragging you off to one of the small shops and getting you the sweetest pastry you ever had. It was both strawberry and vanilla with a hint of something close to almonds.

The look on his face had been a proud one when you bit into it. You were sure you had looked like a little kid eating cake for the first time. It felt like it. And you were damned if you couldn't find a recipe similar to it. Failed attempt after failed attempt left you with a cupcake tin you would never be able to clean.

You walked on a stick in hand. You swung it about like it was a sword. Lost in some childlike part of you as you fought of alien pirates and saved the day.

You stilled as you heard a familiar sound. The only way you could describe this sound is like air gliding against itself. And there was only one thing it could come from. One thing. One person. You could never forget.

A grin so big it hurt your cheeks graced your face. You wonder who it could be this time. The old Scotsman? The one with the leather jacket and slightly to big ears? Maybe it would be the bowtie and fez? He was always high energy and ready to go. You also swore that fez was glued to his head. He often left you feeling more tired than when you had fallen asleep.

The air seemed to split when the Tardis appeared. When she finally showed through it was with the smell of too sweet marshmallow as the white flowers where broke.

Then he stepped out from behind the blue door. You laughed. Called out.

Sandshoes.

"Ah! Fancy seeing you here!" He had a grin on his face that rivaled you own. The end of his coat whipped around his legs with the breeze. "Hello Doctor." You spoke with a smile.

He said a word you didn't understand. It carried away in the wind. Brown eyes looked over the landscape. Drank it in. Then landed on you.

"Sorry?" You ask. He laughs.

"Ahh. Don't worry about it. Alright?" He pulls out his sonic, something you wouldn't really understand, and waves at the air around you. You shrug, chalk it up to him being weird again, and pull him towards the ocean.

The two of you do very little. Speak about past events. It feels weird to catch up with a dream. How your mind could make up so much about a person that was not even real. Even though he felt real. His body heat leaching through his clothes and to you from where your shoulders were pressed together. You could smell something spiced and warm. Whatever cologne he may where.

It. It was strange.

You gasped as a large silver fish leaped up into the air. The light catching its scales and lighting up every color and hue of the rainbow.

You could see the Doctor from the corner of you eye. Watching you rather than the fish. Studying you like he often does. And mostly when he thinks that you're not paying attention. And hey, in your defense the fish was really cool.

As the day fades into the night the two of you travel back to the cliff you first woke up on. The two of you sit side by side. Shoulder to shoulder and drape your legs over the cliffs edge.

Slowly the sun dips into the sea. With a flash of red the sky lights up. Hues of colors that just beg for an artists brush. You drink it in. Etch every last moment of it to your memory.

Still you are in awe as the first stars begin to appear. Dotting along a darkening purple sky. Cool air brushes over you. Steals the breath from your lungs. Your teeth chatter when you shiver. The Doctor says nothing. Drapes his coat over your shoulders. Tucks your arms into the sleeves.

You laugh softly. Almost melancholic when you say. "You know. For a dream? They always seem so realistic." You look up. The Doctor still had a hold on the color of the coat. You catch his eyes with your own. His face, though soft, held a sadness. Like pulling forth memories of a lost loved one.

"After all this time. You still think this is a dream?" He spoke quietly. Mumbling as his hand fall. He pulls out the sonic. Fiddles with it. You tilt your head. Pull the coat tighter around you.

"Well. Yes?" More of a question than an answer. "I mean. Alien planets, a blue phone box that can materialize out of thin air and travel where ever. " You chuckle. "Sound's more like a cheesy sci-fi movie to me." You bump your shoulder against his. "Besides . All this only happens after I fall asleep." You lean on the world after. Emphasizing it.

"After you fall asleep?" The Doctor repeats your words. "After. Of course!" He springs up and pulls you to your feet. You laugh as he all but drags you towards the Tardis.

You would never get over this part. The inside of the Tardis. She seems to sing when you enter. You give your a joyful hello. Run you hands along guardrails and walls. You spin and turn. Ever happy to return to her. She's stunning. Beautiful. And every other word under the sun that would never do her justice.

You let the Doctor run about and mutter to himself. Turning knobs and dials. He speaks to her. Tells her to hush. Wait. Repeat that. He turns to you. Strides over and closes the space between you. His hands cradle your jaw. He looks over you intensely. Turns your head side to side.

"What do you do when you go back? How do you wake up?" You shrug.

"I don't know? I kinda just. Go back to sleep? Close my eyes?" You laugh. "Tap my heels three times and say there's no place like home." You get a chuckle from that.

"Well I need you to do that. Ok? I need you to do that and." He pauses. Pulls something out of the coat pocket that you are still wearing. Its oval like and softly glowing as he turns it about in his hands. He places it into your. closes your hands over it. "I need you to do just that and hold onto this." Gently he presses his lips to the crown of your hairline. "I'm going to find you. There is so much I want to show you."

He pulls away and looks at you pointedly. You just click your heels together. The Tardis lets out a loud sound at that. The Doctor calls back out to her.

As he turns his head you close your eyes. Focus on home. Your bed. Listen for the sound of thunder that you had fallen asleep to.

"Y/n?" His voice. Your name echoes in your ears.

You wake to the sound of rumbling thunder. You sigh. Curl tight against yourself. Your room was cold and dark. Well. You could restart the fire and fix yourself something to drink.

When you sat up something brushed against the bare skin of your thigh. You moved the blankets only to see the very same thing the Doctor had placed into your hands.

You picked it up. Confusion rolled over you. Complete and utter confusion. How? Where you still dreaming? You had to be. You hand to.

It changed hues. Stuttering between blue and green before flashing to a brilliant yellow. You closed your eyes against it it was so bright.

Thunder roared. Lightning cracked and briefly lit your bedroom even through your curtains.

Then that noise. That...

You had never risen from that bed more quickly in your life. Your feet stung as it hit the cold floor. You were shivering and shaking by the time you made it to the widow. The curtains so violently pulled apart they rattled the rails. Your window flew open as it caught the wind.

There. Lightning. The air pulled apart. Again lightning.

The Tardis. Briefly. Your poor garden. Oh your poor garden.

You didn't bother with a coat or shoes. Running out your front door as the sky lit up once again.

The rain fell heavily. Soaking both you and him. The Tardis closed her door quickly.

Tears welled and fell. A gasping breath. This. This can't be real. But you were home. Awake. You. Him. Everything.

"Hello Y/n." The Doctor spoke. A smile on his lips. "Do you mind if we go outside? It's a bit wet out here." A sob broke through your lips as you ran forward. You feet brushed along wet grass. The smell of petrichor was heavy in the air. Overpowered by the smell of spice and warmth as you hug him. Your head cradled into the crook of his neck.

You shiver and shake. The cold biting against your skin. You don't move. Just hold him tightly. And he lets you. His hand moves up and down your back. His body slightly curled over you as if it would keep the wind and rain off of you.

"You're real." You tell him. "Oh you're real." Your voice wavers and breaks.

"I am." The Doctor tells you. "We are."

The Doctors as perfumes

Look. I should be working on a fic I started.

I'm doing this instead.

All of these a perfumes I have and many of them are unisex. If anyone wants a link to these just ask!

Ninth Doctor: Memoirs of a trespasser - Imaginary Authors

Notes: Madagascar Vanilla

Guaiacwood

Myrrh

Benzoin Resin

Ambrette Seeds

Oak Barrels

This is one of my favorites. It's nice and smokey and reminds me of old books and the smell of woodsmoke. It's also a very comforting smell. If it were a person it would be someone who's very comforting in a protective way.

Tenth Doctor: Lightning Storm- Nui Cobalt

Notes: An intense blend for calling down the thunder. Petrichor and ozone, electrified metal, cold musk, bergamot, lime zest, cracked pink peppercorn, copal smoke, Indian myrrh, and teakwood. Wear when you're ready to turn your magic all the way up.

This perfume oil smells like spice and something warm. Kind of like drinking a spiced tea and sitting near a warmed wood stove. It's as close as I can get to what I imagine he would wear. Something suitable for The Oncoming Storm.

Eleventh Doctor: Middle Earth- Hexennaught

Notes: chocolate, amber, nag champa, dark patchouli.

Look. It's the name in a good classic book. That's the reason why I personally bought it. The patchouli in this is not overpowering at all and is a good balance for the chocolate in it. Its not overly sweet but its not dark and bitter. Something I think suits this generations sweet and goofy to dark and serious demeanor.

It also lasts and lingers no matter what you do. It's rememberable in the way that your incapable of letting it go. That being said I wear this one all the time.

Twelfth Doctor: Telegrama- Imaginary Authors.

Notes:Talc

Lavender Absolute

Black Pepper

Teak

Amyris

Vanilla Powder

Fresh Linens

The moment I thought of this generation it was this perfume that sprung to mind. There's no lavender to my nose but it definitely smells like fresh laundry and a nice spiced cologne.

Thirteenth Doctor: Sundrunk- Imaginary Authors Elish Eau de Parfum

Notes: Sundrunk -Neroli

Rhubarb

Honeysuckle

Rose Water

Orange Zest

First Kiss

Elish Eau de Parfum- top notes Sugar, Red Berries and Mandarin Orange; middle notes are Vanilla, Cacao, Spicy Notes and Rose; base notes are Tonka Bean, Amber, Musk and Woody Notes.

I have yet to fully get to watch thirteen's run but this is what id imagine she wear. Sundrunk is such a beautiful neroli perfume and perfect for summer. It's very fun and outgoing.

Billie Eilish's perfume smells like a warm spiced chai tea. It's warm and comforting and really draws you in.

I think about this post on a regular basis lol

Sometimes I still look at your art of Martha and Ten with a dodo and it always brightens up my day

:)

House Of The Rising Sun (sneak peak)

"All sins are attempts to fill voids"

-Simone Weil.

The air is hot and dry when you step off the Tardis.  Warm air blew through the near empty street as you spun on the spot taking in the small town before you. It looked like something from the old west films your grandparents enjoyed so much. Tall wooden buildings and a dusty winding road. Some where, out in the distance, a bell rung. The sound bright in the air.

Your guitar hits your back as you jump off the small ledge the Tardis had landed on. The Doctor was close behind. Locking the Tardis doors and adjusting his jacket as he stepped away from her. It was insane that he could wear the same thing in just about any weather or climate.  Yet here you were with sweat already rolling off of you in shorts and a t shirt.

"Here we are! Home to the famous House Of The Rising Sun!" The Doctor exclaimed with a small flourish of his hands. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Like the song?" You asked falling into step next to the Doctor who shook his head.

"Oh hardly." He waved his hand before the small town the two of you were walking towards. "This place is brilliant! They have some of the best food and drinks this side of the galaxy." He threw his arm around your shoulders mindful of your guitar. "Some of the best music to." He winks and you shove your body against his.

"Oh I'll be the judge of that."

.

Well. You did have to admit the food was great and the drinks. Oh the drinks were fantastic. Just this side of sweet with a hint of fizz. If you had to tell someone what the drink of the gods were the little purple drink in front of you would have to be it.

There was a wide range of people there. From species you have already met to people you couldn't have even began to dream of existing. The place the Doctor had brought to you was huge. At least three stories in height and made of stunning dark wood. 

In the center, where the two of you currently sat, was hundreds of tables. Each of them filled with people dining. To the right of you was what you assumed was a bar. Honestly you were a little too nervous to go up there by yourself and find out. Talking to new people had never been a strong suit of yours and especially not in a place as big as this.

Directly in front of you was a large stage. There were three microphones lined along the front of it and in the back had an assortment of both alien and familiar instruments. One that had caught your eye looked similar to your guitar. Almost as if another human from earth had come here. 

"Would you like another drink?" A soft voice asked next to you. It was the kind women that had been your server for most of the night. She, like many others, had two sets of arms. The bottom two were holding her notepad close to her chest. She took both yours and the Doctors empty glasses when you nodded your head.

The scent of flowers lingered when she left. A sweet and powdery scent that you couldn't help but wonder where she got it from. 

"Enjoying yourself?" The Doctor asked with a chuckle. Watching you as you looked about with wide eyes. Drinking in every sight the House had to offer. You looked back with a grin.

"Oh absolutely!" You pulled another fry from your dwindling plate. Well. It wasn't exactly like a fry made from potatoes but it was still starchy, carb filled, goodness.

"Good." He smiled and ate another jam filled treat. "Because what coming up next will blow your socks off." He furrowed his brows. "Not. Not literally though. Your socks will still be on." A pause. "I hope." You snorted a laugh and leaned back in your chair.

You hand found your guitar next to you. You had brought it with you because the two of you had planned to stay the night for the next day festivities and you didn't want to be board while waiting.

Your drinks came to you just as the lights went out. 

"Doctor?" You reached you hand out. To many mis-adventures had you waiting for any threats to come. You felt the Doctor lay his hand over yours.

"It's alright. The show's about to start." The show? A single spotlight fell onto the stage before you and landed on a man dressed in dark leather. You could hear your server chuckle from beside you. 

"This your first show sweetheart?" You looked to her and nodded your head. "Well then you are in for a treat.  Abiram doesn't perform very often." She looked at your guitar beside you and gave you a tooth filled smile. "Somethin' tells me you like him just fine." Her voice reminded you of a southern drawl.

I've already got something I have to finish writing out. Well more like two something's but.

What about a fic where the reader is bored on the Tardis. Maybe the Doctor had to do some repairs. Maybe she needed to refuel. And to pass the time reader decides to ask the Doctor how to say some words in Galifreyen.

They start with simple things. Like "Hi." "Hello." "My name is."

And it's such a quiet domestic moment. The reader is stumbling over the words. Something so fluid and pretty to say but hard to wrap their tongue around it.

The reader is trying so hard. They want to be able to speak with the Doctor in their native tongue. So that they can hear their language spoken. So that maybe. Just maybe it won't die with him.

And then they're laughing. Eyes bright as they once again fumble. Giggling to themselves as they try to even their breath and the Doctor just.

"I love you." Spoken in Galifreyen. And of course the reader doesn't understand it. All they can see is the Doctor going all wide eyes. Face flushed as they clear their throat and look away.

"You haven't told me that one. What does that mean?" And when they won't look back the reader places a hand on their shoulder. "Doctor?"

The Doctor doesn't want to admit it. Not yet. Not now. (Oh but they do. Oh how they really do.)

"It's hard to translate into your language but." They clear their throat again. Trailing a hand along the Tardis's railing. "It's a name for a close friend. A saying of sorts." They press their hand to their chest. Over the twin beating hearts. And oh how they are beating. Pounding. Begging them to tell you how they feel.

"Friend of my hearts. One who is close to the hearts." They shrug."Or something close to that." The Doctors breath leaving them when they see you glance away. Brows furrowed as you think. Soft lips moving. Speaking without speaking then.

"I love.. Shit.. I love y..you." A grin so bright it blinded them then. "I love you."

And oh how the Tardis falls away. The Doctor focused on you and only you.

Oh how those words replay. Over and over again.

A chance meeting.

(Aka I'm bored and messing about with ideas.)

The ninth Doctor.

Weeping Angels:

The bookshop is quiet this late in the day. Just shy of an hour before closing. Some patrons are muttering amongst themselves. Sometime to you to make their final purchases. Others begin to wrap up whatever they were doing on computers and laptops.

You hum to yourself as you check in books. Stacking them in the rolling cart to later be shelved. The dimly lit room is bathed in the red light of the setting sun. There is a comfortable warmth in the air. The last remainder of a warm summer day.

After a while you stand. Popping your back after having sat down in one spot for so long. You began directing the customers out. Wishing the regulars a good evening as they leave.

When the door bell chimes one last time you sigh. Flipping the open sign to close as you locked the door.

Silence. Save for the distant rumbling of cars and the howling dog.

You still had to clean up. Gathering bits of trash from people who couldn't see the clearly labeled trash can. You stacked coffee filters back up. Open a new container of tea. Made a note to buy more syrups and more creamer.

You began to hum to yourself again. Half mumbling the words to the Beatles Blackbirds as you swept.

"Take these broken wings and-" Youpaused. Your broom had hit something solid behind the curtain. The yellow straw curled around stone grey feet. You laid the broom against the wall.

Your fingers met the sun bleached blue curtains you hadn't remembered closing. Having opened up all the curtains and windows to let in a breeze. The bookshops ac had broken a week ago and David still hadn't found someone to fix it.

"What are you?" The words left you in a mumble. The curtain rings scrapped against the metal curtain rod when you drew the fabric back. What sat before you was an angel esque statue. It's hands were over its eyes.

Something about it felt off. An age old instinct inside you yelled. Raged against your new age brain. You reached your hand out despite this. Grazing your fingers against the back of the hand of the eerily warm statue. You shivered. Swallowed thickly.

With your hands now on your hips you huffed. Tutting your tongue as your grumbled. "David and his weird decor choices." No doubt he had hid the damn thing behind the curtain to spook you. It wouldn't be the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

You reached for the broom. Shivering as a soft breeze blew through the open window behind the statue.

It would just be your luck that you had to sneeze in that moment. Having forgotten to take you allergy pills that morning.

As you were wiping your nose with your handkerchief you just happened to glance up. Only to let out a curse and stumble back into an old bean bag. The statue had moved. Honest to god moved.

You shot to your feet. Eyes not moving from the statue as you walked backwards.

"Acho!" You and your luck. Maybe that's why you never won the lottery. The statue had moved again. A table sat between the two of you. The statue was grinning. Arm outstretched. Reaching towards you. You were close to panic. Hands shaking and palms sweating. You were cold despite the summer warmth.

You curse again when the lights began to flicker. A few bulbs in the children's section actually busting. Loud pops of glass had you flinching.

"I don't know what you are." You spoke. Reaching for a book left on the table. "But i'm not going to be that person who gets got in the first few minutes of a supernatural episode."

The book arced in the air. Smacking against the against the angel uselessly. The pages fluttered. Flew like confetti as the book exploded. More lights pooped. Slowly making its way towards the two of you.

You got the feeling that this thing liked your fear.

You began backing up again. Hands flailing behind you to guide your way. More lights burst. You hand meets the cold brass doorknob. You pushed the button to unlock it.

Nothing.

You tried again.

Nothing.

You jumped when you heard the whirring on the other side. Then the muttering of a man. Stupidly you looked away. Only to scream when the angel was right in front of you.

The door opened with a too cheerful "Ding!" And you fell into the arms of a man. The smell of leather heavy in your lungs.

"Hello!" The man spoke. His voice was accented.

"Hi." You spoke out quickly. Voice high with panic. Eyes still on the angel inside the book shop even as the man helped you to your feet. "You uh. You wouldn't happen to know what that thing is would you?" The man slammed the door closed and you got a proper look at him.

Leather jacket. Red shirt. Dark jeans. And a weird glowing pen in his hands. The sound of the whirring earlier obviously as he waved it around the door.

"That was a weeping angel. Quit lucky you." He pointed his pen at you before pocketing it. "I'm the Doctor by the way." He grinned.

"Y/n." You drew your name out as you spoke. A little more than confused. Both of you jumped when the door began to rattle.

"This is the part where we run. Come on!" The man, The Doctor. You'd ask Doctor who later. As it was it grabbed you hand and pulled. Leading you down the street as the world began to plunge into the night.

The Tenth Doctor:

Alien Invasion :

You had been painting when it happened. Sat out in an open meadow. Canvas only half filled. You wondered sometimes if it was still there. A burst of color in your otherwise greyed world.

The aliens had come without warning. Nothing save for the breaking of the atmosphere as their ships descended down to Earth.

You hadn't bothered to gather your things. Only turning and running before the behemoth of a creature could spot you.

Your truck had died over halfway through on the drive back. You later learned it was caused by an emp blast from the aliens. And so you ran.

It was late by the time you had gotten home. Both in the day and...

Still you could not think of it. Lest you make it more real. More tangible.

You chose to believe that they were ok despite the rumours surrounding the labour camps. You had been one of the few. The only who were outside those camps. The alien cities. Everyday was a fight for survival. Both against them and your fellow human.

As of right now though the squabbles have settled. At least amongst each other. Instead all of that fight was focused on one man who stood in the center of the room. Dimly illuminated by old oil lamps.

He called himself the Doctor and asked how he could get into the heart of The Capitol. The Aliens main base. A place that promised nothing but death.

"I have a friend there. Donna Noble. I need to get her out." There was a series of scoffs. Laughter. And uproar.

"Ya. You and everyone else here mate." A dark haired man spoke. You never bothered to learn his name. Or any others. To many people to lose to get attached. You had lost enough already.

You watched from your little corner in the room. Eyes fixated on the man as he tried to reason with someone. Any one in the room. There was something about him. They way he carried himself. When he circled his trenchcoat curled around his long legs. Brown eyes were darkened in the dim lighting. His lips were bit raw with worry. His shoulders tense.

"Please. Your the last group of people." Someone cut him off. The Doctor blew air out from his cheeks. Brows furrowed. He scowled. A type of anger you had never seen before flashed across his face. His mouth opened. Lips curled around teeth.

Until you stepped forward.

"I'll help." You told him. It wasn't some loud affair when you spoke. Quite the opposite. Your voice was quiet. Hoarse from lack of use. And when you moved closer to him Dian pulled at your sleeve. You shook her off. "I'll help." You spoke again. Wanting to clear away that look of disbelief from his face.

If it had been your family there. You would want help to.

.............

You were glad that you had helped him. Watching him interact with his friend. Donna had thanked you as well when it all settled down. At least now humankind will be able to re-build. Because of the Doctors efforts the Aliens had been driven away. Catapulted back into the skies where they had come from.

You had never met a man before that could instill so much fear with his name alone.

That left you here. Sitting well away from everyone as you sketched for the first time in a long time. Some skill had been left behind but the rest was still there.

You drew them. Happy. Smiling.

It hurt your very soul. Broke your heart. Even after all of this you still couldn't find them. And you had no one else to lean upon.

The pages darkened and his voice sounded in your ears. As did the sweet perfume you had first smelled as Donna sat beside you.

"What about you y/n? What are you going to do know that the earth is saved." You said nothing at the Doctors words. Merely shrugging your shoulders and closing the sketchbook before they could see what. Who you drew.

"Same thing I have been." You spoke quietly. Not looking at either of them as you looked over what had once been the Aliens Capitol. "Traveling. Moving." Alone.

You could see Donna look up at the Doctor from the corner of your eye. Such a kind and worried look on her face.

Then the Doctors hand on your shoulder. You look to see his face near yours as he bent down.

"Then how about traveling the universe? The stars? Lots more to draw than what's out here."

The Eleventh Doctor:

Crash Landing:

You are walking along the old graveled road to your home. Rocks crumbling underfoot as you go up the familiar trail. It's one you've taken for years now.

The air was cool and crisp. Sweet in your lungs as you breathed it in. In the distance you could hear the croaking of frogs. The chirping crickets. Here and there there was an owl. The sounds were comforting. Familiar.

Something was different about this walk though. Just. Have you ever walked into a room and it just felt different? Only to later learn that your friends or siblings had moved all the furniture a few inches to the left? That's what it felt like right now. That everything that you have seen for the last 15 years was moved a little to the left.

You took a step. Then paused. Ears straining to hear what you are no longer hearing.

The woods around you have fallen silent. No frogs, crickets. Nothing but the wind winding through the trees and the soft lapping of water on the shore from a nearby lake.

You turned on foot. Hand held light briefly lighting up the road, then the trees as you moved. You glanced up and into the sky. The moon was full and round. Almost bright enough that you didn't need the flashlight.

The air blew softly. Picking up with it the scent of wild flowers. It curled around you. Blowing around strands of hair and fluttering your open jacket.

You swallow thickly. Nervous. That was a new feeling on this road. This walk. Nervous. As if something was about to happen.

You stood on the spot for a few minutes. Eyes glancing about as you tried to find something tangible for this feeling. You drew in a breath. Held it. Then let it out.

!VAWHOMP!

You screamed when it came crashing through. It flung up wet earth and rock. Broke trees and it screamed. Yelled. A large blue box crashing and spinning into the Earth.

It landed some feet away and all you could do was close to hyperventilate. You body shook and your heart threatened to break your ribs with its rapid pounding.

The air was thick with the smell of freshly turned earth and wood. Normally it was comforting but.

The box made a noise.

"I... What?" You bag fell to the ground as you began to move. You almost fell into the trench it had made twice before you reached it.

The box made a wheeze.

You hand was on its side before you could think. Fingers running along the rough wood.

Curiosity got the better of you.

With some difficulty you clambered up on it. Skinning your knee in the process. After about a minute and some cursing and grumbling your were on it.

Police Call Box.

What was that?

Was that a door handle? It felt warm when you wrapped your hand around it. Pushing in did nothing. Pulling up on the other hand.

Smoke bellowed out when you opened it. It was thick and reeked of burnt motor oil. The door squealed on its hinges as it flopped to the other side. A bright light filtered through that smoke and for a moment you hoped that whatever you just breathed in wasn't toxic or radioactive.

Instead your lungs burned and you coughed. Hacking like that one time you had stupidly tried a cigarette when you were young. You waved a hand in front of your face trying to clear away some of the smoke. When it finally stopped bellowing out in thick clouds you stuck your head over the opening.

"How on gods green earth." You mumbled and leaned forward some more. Up an on your knees with your hands on the other side of the door way to brace you.

At a sideways view was the stranges thing you had ever seen. Some type of console you assumed a was in the center. Leading up to it was a walkway. At the end of the walkway was a man in a white shirt and suspenders. His face must have matched your own.

"How do you fit all of that in here?" The man shook his head. He was leaning on the consol thing. Rope in hand. He was coughing heavily every so often.

"How did you get up there?" He questioned back. You shrugged your shoulders.

"If you throw the rope I can catch it? There's a log out here I can tie it to." You offered. Questions can come later. And did you have a lot of them now.

big day for queer people

I hadn't been so stressed since “Midnight”, WTF WAS THIS EPISODE OMG.

Rose gets her own Doctor. Donna gets her own Doctor. Martha gets a lifetime of PTSD and a t-shirt that says 'I walked the world for the Doctor and I didn't get so much as a lousy t-shirt'.

My SO and I started watching this niche British sci fi series. I’m not sure anyone on Tumblr has even heard of it. It’s called Doctor Who, and it’s pretty decent

Do you ever think about when Rose got trapped in Pete’s World at the end of Doomsday, she might have waited for the rift to open again? That she would wait for Ten to come get her? And if someone tried to pry her away from the wall she wouldn’t let go. She would kick and scream and cry and eventually just sit in silence. For hours. That there must’ve been a moment, one single moment after hours of her waiting and hoping against all odds, that she knew he wasn’t coming to get her.

…And that the moment would’ve happened after five and a half hours.

EVERYONE VOTE TENROSE !!!

Sorry gomen I love u too but come on guys.

TENROSE is just perfection and gave me far deeper emotional impact. I think about them every second. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

This is the story of the doctor, the last of the time-lords,the myth, the savior of galifrey,the defeater of the Daleks, the time traveler. His companions will tell you he is the most amazing person there is, That the TARDIS is bigger on the inside, So who ever is reading this whether you, Doctor, are ready this yourself or if it's the next companion or if the doctor is long gone and someone has found this book, just know the doctor will help who ever needs it in the Galaxy and through out time with that Sonic screwdriver of his and his cleverness. So who ever finds this this is the story of The Last Time-Lord.

Sincerely,

Bad Wolf (aka Rose Tyler).