Ты всегда доверяла моим затеям,
И сегодня мы крупно разбогатеем.
"Why steam?" she wondered aloud. "Why not something more... modern?" The Doctor did not reply. He was still staring after the ship, tapping a finger against his lips. "Because of this pulse thing, isn't it?" she realised. "No technology works, so they have to use old-fashioned methods like steam and stuff." "Seems likely." "But that means we can't just shut it off, whatever it is." "Seems likely." "I mean, it could be a natural phenomenon, something in the atmosphere or whatever." "Seems likely." "That's not helping." "More than likely." "So what now?" He shrugged. "Dunno really. I think we're probably stuffed."
their banter in the resurrection casket is hilarious, istg. Ten out here carrying blunt Nine energy
first post :) marketable plushie warmups from the other night....
WAITTT....if you're still doing doodle requests I'd love to see Barbara 💖
okay Quite a bit of pressure to draw the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life but here is Barbara!!
babs if youre out there id just like to apologise for breathing the same air as you
Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor / Martha Jones (friendship), Tenth Doctor & TARDIS, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Martha Jones Additional Tags: Whoniverse | Doctor Who Universe, Life in the TARDIS, scifi, Action/Adventure, Time Travel, Horror, Lovecraftian, cosmic horror, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Ten’s Guilt Complex TM, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Needs a Hug, TenRose trauma, ancient gods, Nature, Mystery, Eldritch, Duty, Lighthouses, Fog, Secrets, Lighthouses are creepy, Time Lords and their secrets, the forest is alive, Friendship, Psychological Horror, Survival Horror, Tenth Doctor Angst Summary:
It started with a whisper. A small Scottish village, swallowed in fog. A lighthouse stands at the edge of the world, its blue flame flickering against the dark. People are vanishing into the mist, their voices lost before they can cry out. When the Doctor and Martha arrive, the warnings are already written in the stone, in the wind, in the roots twisting beneath their feet. But this is only the beginning. From the lighthouse to the stars, from the void to a forest older than time itself—this journey will lead them to the breaking point of reality. And one truth becomes clear - you cannot outrun nature forever.
The Doctor: Ever since I lost my dear friend the Master, I’m the last of the Time Lords 😔
The Master: Quit telling everyone I’m dead!
The Doctor: Sometimes I can still hear his voice…
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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