Welcome! Huge Ninth Doctor nerd, as you can probably tell. he/they. Do a lotta Doc Who writing over on Ao3 under the name Artron :3c
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“What did it feel like, though? Two almighty civilizations, burning.”
“You must have felt like God.”
Another drawing of my comfort character who has never felt comfort in his life lol
Thinking about Doctor Who series one episode eleven “Boom Town” again…
Vice Versa
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial! With the prompt:
[over on ao3] Fandom: Doctor Who Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler WC: 719 The console room being upside-down's one heck of a way to wake a person up. And what's with the rabbit-themed walls?
Rubbing at her eyes, Rose steps out onto the ceiling. And slips down the curved wall with a yelp. Scrabbling for purchase, her fingernails scrape across worn copper, then oddly-indented roundels… before she rolls to a stop at the bottom.
"Ow," she says.
Overhead the door that'd led her into this mess clicks shut; the quiet sound echoes through the cavernous space.
"Sorry, sorry," a cheerful and all too familiar voice calls. "Everything's just a little… wonky, right now. I'll get it fixed in a jiffy!"
On automatic, she looks down.
Below her cyan gleams across thick branches that stretch outward from their coral base, catching on wild hair and a beaming angular face.
The Doctor's currently clinging half-way up one of the struts like his very life depends on it, sonic screwdriver held in one hand.
"Looks like you've been trying to fix this for more than a jiffy," Rose calls back. "How's this happened?" She eases herself into a sitting position, trying to ignore how her stomach's currently doing backflips on how far off from the safe ground she is… and the stings from newly borne grazes. Won't be surprised if she winds up with bruises after this, that was far from a fun fall.
"Ah yes, well," with a grimace, he scratches behind his ear, "she doesn't like the rabbit-themed desktop I er, installed."
"The what?" She squints at the odd shapes situated around the roundels. Usually they're hexagons but these have sets of rounded out-rectangles sprouting out that look a lot like… "Oh."
Fiddling with the sonic's settings, the Doctor hurries on with adding, "With all that jabbering on you did on the phone with Jackie about chocolate eggs and all of that. I thought, Easter, you know, bit of celebration, bit of fun! Bring a bit of a festive touch to the ship!"
"An' you didn't think to ask about stopping off to celebrate it with me and my mum?" Amusement bubbles up before she can stop it, knowing fully well how awkward he can be about anything close to 'domestic'. … Despite his whole time spent celebrating Christmas with her shortly after he'd regenerated.
"Welll…" He trails off, squinting at the monitor blaring dimly down below. Then points the screwdriver at it. There's a whirr, an irritated grating noise similar to someone clearing their throat, then… the rabbit outlines around every roundel are replaced by angles again.
And Rose realises she's being turned around mid-air - floating in place.
Before gravity notices it exists and pulls her down at a surprisingly gentle pace. Trainers clacking against the metal grating, she turns to catch a blur of pinstripes halt before the console.
Tapping on the chunky keyboard, the Doctor turns the monitor screen off before twirling to face her, tucking the sonic screwdriver back into his pocket. "Told you fixing it wouldn't take too long," he says, sounding way too smug over sorting out something he'd caused. "Now, what do you say to visiting a particular planet over in the Oryctolagus system? Has giant rabbits over there. Just imagine it! Fluffy giant rabbits, with floppy ears!"
Running her hand through her hair to disentangle the mussed-up strands, she quirks an eyebrow at him. "You're still thinking 'bout the chocolate eggs, aren't you?"
Tilting his head a bit to the left, he leans further against the console's edge. "Who says I am? Might not be." He tugs at his ear. "Well, little bit. Can't go wrong with those ones with the little surprises in the middle. Pralines. Chocolate itself used to be a luxury item, you know. Up until the late 19th century. Speaking of luxury items with surprises inside - Jewelled Fabergé eggs! They were grand gifts created for Russian Tsars by Peter Carl Fabergé himself."
"Could always stop off to pick some of the Easter eggs up," Rose suggests, keeping it casual as she goes over to rest against the railing. "Head over to the… Oric-whatever system."
"Oryctolagus," he corrects. Tapping out a random beat against the coral surface, he turns to eye the doors before looking back at her. "Could do. Quick pop in, then off again. Just… for the eggs."
"Just for them," Rose agrees with a small grin.
And he grins back at her, that small moment of hesitance gone in an instant.
MORE TARDIS POSTS!!!! we all cry in unison
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hehe, made my big finish order for the ninth doctor series 4 cd set!! god i cannot wait for it to be released
They’d make such bad Jedi but it’s ok. Cheering them on anyway!!!!! Another simplified doodle!!!
given the reputation the Doctor later built up. do you think the First Doctor ever arrived on a planet on the brink of disaster and the inhabitants recognised him and were like !!! it’s the Doctor! the famous hero! he’ll save us from the Blorgons! and he was like ‘hm what are you talking about I don’t interfere in things like that’ and then just set up a deckchair and watched their civilisation burn
season 7 doctor who..... save me season 7 doctor who
Waiter: follow me, number nine!
Doctor: how'd you know that?
Doctor: of course! You meant the table!
Step By New Step
Woo! So excited to be postin' my first prompt fic for @flashfictionfridayofficial!! What better way to start things off than with this particular prompt for these two as they work through the aftermath of everything that is Journey's End. [over on ao3] Fandom: Doctor Who Pairing: Metacrisis Doctor/Rose Tyler WC: 1000 “Still gettin’ used to sleeping like a regular person?”
Jumping, the Doctor twirls around, forces a grin as he meets Rose’s cheeky smile. She’s leaning against the door-frame, shadows beneath her eyes. Looks a bit like he feels, all out of sorts.
“Regular? Who says I’m regular. Never stuck to regular, me.”
“Like how you’re taking your coffee?” There’s a definite hint of laughter there now to her tone. “Irregular?”
Two days. It’s been two days in the wake of his original self leaving. Well, fifty-three hours and sixteen minutes, actually. But who’s counting?
Not him. Why’d he go and do something like that?
Okay, maybe it’s helping. Has been. Kind of.
Fingers tapping against his thigh, he stares at the coffee machine. Listening to the water bubbling away. Optimal temperature. Tries not to count down the seconds in time with how long it’s been since he’d flipped the switch, destroyed the Dalek fleet, told Rose he—
“Still gettin’ used to sleeping like a regular person?”
Jumping, the Doctor twirls around, forces a grin as he meets Rose’s cheeky smile. She’s leaning against the door-frame, shadows beneath her eyes. Looks a bit like he feels, all out of sorts.
“Regular? Who says I’m regular. Never stuck to regular, me.”
“Like how you’re taking your coffee?” There’s a definite hint of laughter there now to her tone. “Irregular?” She pushes off from the frame, heading over to join him proper in this almond-expanse of a kitchen. “Didn’t think you even knew how to work one of these things.” ‘Or need to use it,’ is implied by the flicker of her gaze over his features—probably looks tired. And he is.
It’s awful feeling it. How do humans function like this from day to day?
“Oh, there’s plenty you don’t know about me, Rose Tyler.” Like how her mascara’s smudged and he has the weirdest urge to fix it. While simultaneously wanting to go right back to bed this very instant, and what does that say about him? Him? The Doctor.
“Mm, so I’ve noticed.” There’s a hint of cheek there, but the way her gaze flicks away from him says it’s more than that.
Smoothing down his shirt, he focuses on the machine more than her. Oh, the water’s stopped boiling, he can… do the clicky thing now.
Fit the coffee grounds in.
Though as he struggles with that, a sigh breaks through the open space. And Rose’s hands, gentle and still so kind, take the portafilter from his.
“Lemme do it,” she says. “Saves us a couple of minutes.” She flashes him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and he shuffles back, letting her work the machine.
It feels… so wrong, this. Domestic.
But also…
Studying her profile, he chews on the inside of his mouth—probably picked it up from Donna, not his habit. It’s not just weariness, is it? Not with Rose. It’s… it’s probably him.
More than likely.
Most definitely.
‘But he’s not you.’ So heart-broken as she’d said it back then, with eyes only for his original self. Standing right there, beside the TARDIS. “Sorry,” he blurts out.
She stills. Then she’s fitting a cup beneath the nozzle. “For what?” It’s casual, a little strained, her response.
“For… Just…” He flails a hand about for the answer. Can’t push any of what he really wants to say out into the open. Everything within him’s babbling about it too fast. “This,” he settles on.
Me, he almost says. But doesn’t.
“S’ not your fault,” she says, cold, curt. Glaring at the coffee machine like it’s out to get her. Then she takes a breath in, releases it. “Just… need time to work through this, yeah?” She glances his way, the small smile’s back. But it’s a bit brighter, not meant to hurt. “An’ we got plenty of that now.”
She’s saying it for him, not for herself. He can tell.
He doesn’t know how, just does. In the inflection. In the way she looks at him, like she’s seeing someone else. Someone better.
Running a hand through his hair, fast and rough, he breathes out through his nose. Turns away.
He hears the clink of the cup three seconds before arms wrap around his waist. “Don’t,” she says, then there's light pressure—she's pressing her forehead against his back. Warmth against his spine. “Don’t do that.”
He looks down at the tiled floor. “Do what?”
“Go all distant, going somewhere I can’t follow.” Her arms tighten around him. On automatic he rests a hand over hers, runs his thumb over the back of it. “I’m still here.”
“Then stay here.”
His singular heart twists in his chest. And he turns, holding her close. The rapid beat of her own heart thrums against his ribcage, her floral perfume brushing past his nose.
He kisses the crown of her head. It’s stiff, but his to do. For her sake. “All this time,” he murmurs, “I’ve been running. But when I was at my worst… you showed up.”
Something like a laugh breaks out of her, but it catches in her throat. “Just that one word: 'run', and it’s all we did,” she says, teasing. “Going from one place to the next, never stopping. All those different places we went to… People we met. An’ you could say what you like, but I could see how kind you were, even then.” “Couldn’t have asked for a better friend, pulling more of that out of me. Making me see it for myself.” Stepping back, the Doctor looks into her eyes. Hazel, flecked with hints of green. Lashes fluttering as she tries to fight back her tears. “Or who you’ve become to me now.”
She reaches up, cupping his face between her hands. And for a moment, just a moment, they stay like that. Seeing past everything they were and to what they’ll be able to have in the future—their future—together. Separate strands from their timeline weaving together in silver and gold.
Then he kisses her.
It’s an awkward thing, unlike the surge of emotions yanked out of them both on Bad Wolf Bay. Slow with hesitance, but she guides him, her lips soft against his own. When they part, he presses his forehead to hers. Gentle, as she’d been with him. Trying to convey what he can’t in words.
And together they breathe into the quiet.
Two Time Lords match each other's freak half the planet destroyed 5000000 dead 10000000 injured
Doctor Who rewatch ➜ one gifset per episode
↳01.04 - Aliens of London
Chapters: 13/24 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Ninth Doctor & Rose Tyler Characters: Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor's TARDIS Additional Tags: Introspection, Character Study, Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Loss, Love, Trust Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, The TARDIS rooms aren't shown enough so I'm taking that into my own hands, TARDIS Repairs (Doctor Who), Exploring the TARDIS, Life in the TARDIS, Missing Scene, Slice of Life, Processing Trauma, Ninth Doctor Era, Complicated Relationships, Melancholy, Post-Episode: s01e03 The Unquiet Dead (Doctor Who), Nightmares, Original Alien Planet, Injury Recovery, Angst, Classic Doctor Who References, Bad Wolf, Episode: s01e08 Father's Day (Doctor Who)
Something I only just considered is how beautiful the 9th Doctors regeneration speech is as an arc conclusion. "You were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And you know what? So was I?"
A doctor so full of self hatred and regret, ends with an acknowledgement that he is still good. Rose reminded him of what he was. He was fantastic.
Most wanted 🚨
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i love when doctor who does horror. it's always either some campy nonsense or the creepiest shit you ever did see in your life and it's always great
