Dr. Grumpyface

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italicized  -  applicable in some verses.

• EYES:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other:

• HAIR: blonde | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

• BODY TYPE:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

• SKIN: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other

• GENDER: male | female | trans | cis | agender | nonbinary | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way | technically genderless

• SEXUALITY: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other  | doesn’t like labels

• ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels | polyamorous

• SPECIES:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien (gallifreyan) | mutant | android | elf | unknown 

• EDUCATION:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other

• I’VE BEEN: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot | burnt

• POSITIVE TRAITS: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth (geddit?) | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

• NEGATIVE TRAITS: aggressive | bossy | cynical | stubborn | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish  | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | territorial | emotional | vengeful  | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | overly protective

• LIVING SITUATION: lives at sea | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other: lives on the TARDIS

• PARENTS/GUARDIAN: mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather

• SIBLING(S): sister(s) | brother (s) | none | other:

• RELATIONSHIP: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

• I HAVE A(N):   learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioural disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | n/k

• THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fistfight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

TAGGED BY: @lost-rose-tyler​

SEND ME YOUR URL AND I’LL TELL YOU MY OPINION ON YOUR BLOG

My Opinion on;

Character in general:  From what I’ve read, seen and talked to the mun about, the Character is nice and soft. xD No, but seriously, I love The Master, I love how people play them and I even love it (more) when people make their own versions, though I am pretty particular about the faceclaim sometimes (doesn’t mean I won’t like them, though). I’m really excited about interacting with this well thought out character. How they play them: So far, they look great and a lot of fun. I’ll find more out soon, I’m sure and then maybe I can let you know then. The Mun: The mun is really sweet and we have our love of dogs and fostering in common. We chat almost every day since they approached me and I’ve enjoyed the conversations. It also helps that they’re very patient with me and don’t seem to mind how much I blabber.

Do I:

RP with them: Not yet, soon I hope! Want to RP with them:  Very, very, much so. Can’t wait.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: My overall opinion is: I really would like to get to know the mun more and create a great story-line with them. Heaven only knows where it’s going to go and I look forward to finding out. Either way, you should totally follow this account. I insist.

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours. —————————————————————————————

@pink-yellow-wolf sent an ask.

The Doctor didn’t usually believe in this sort of thing, and the numbers on his wrist had been so long that he’d stopped looking at them after a while. They seemed to take forever to get to a low number. Then again, time was always ticking for The Doctor. He was twelve hundred years old now, and hadn’t looked in probably a good two hundred years. The TARDIS kept him busy, like she always did. He didn’t have a problem with not meeting his soulmate, he met a lot of people over time and honestly they were all worth it in one way or another. 

This time, though, he was travelling on his own, between companions, and he found himself up on a beach on felt like Earth. He’d stepped out of his blue box, looking around it to see a lone figure standing on the sand facing the waves and he’d gone to close the TARDIS doors when he’d spotted the numbers all on zero. When had that happened? It hit him like a ton of bricks when he realised what that meant, the Time Lord scrubbing his hands both excitedly and nervously over his expression-filled face. He was quick to be stepping out from behind the TARDIS, seeing the young woman’s eyes on him and he felt his two hearts skipping beats, making his chest tight. That was an unusual feeling. 

SEND ME YOUR URL AND I’LL TELL YOU MY OPINION ON YOUR BLOG

My Opinion on;

Character in general: Ella is amazing, sassy and pushy and I love it, she’s very well constructed and I haven’t found an OC I enjoy this much in a long time. We’re from different fandoms, which I love and honestly she’s just so wicked. She doesn’t care how others feel about who and what she is, she’s not going to change for them, that’s a proper personality, right there. How they play them: Ace. The mum plays them in a way that I enjoy, she knows her character very well and won’t make excuses for her. As it should be. The Mun: You’re such a sweetheart. I know you’ve got a lot going on, but you can always count on me and I believe the same of you, you’ve been there when I’ve been in need of someone, even when I don’t need someone, you’ve still offered. I really respect you and even though we haven’t known each other long, I could see us being good friends. You’re chatty, you tolerate my own chattiness and the frequent way I talk about all my nerdy things. You’re my own personal cheerleader. If you don’t already follow this mun, then you’re crazy. Fantastic personality and a good, deep soul to keep you warm at night. xD

Do I:

RP with them: Yes, I do. You should too! Want to RP with them:  Always and unconditionally.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: A good person behind and equally amazing character. Hard work is put into the posts, the plots and the overall blog. Quality at it’s finest. 

Violet jumped, startled, at the strange voice suddenly speaking, spinning around to come face to face with a man who seemed to have come out of nowhere. Startled bewilderment must have been clearly written all over her face as he pointed some sort of … cylindrical device at her, moving it up and down. She didn’t like that. She was an inventor, she should be able to figure out the function of whatever the thing he was holding was. All she could gather was that it looked like he must have been scanning her from the motion but that made no sense.

Her frown deepened with her confusion.

“The Doctor?” she asked, feeling like that was hardly a name being that it was more of a title and did little to really explain who he was or why he was offering to help her. Of course, she’d known somebody else who primarily used her title, but Justice Strauss still used her last name. This man hadn’t offered any other sort of name at all to go with Doctor. “Hearts? Plural? What - I’m sorry, I have no idea what you mean or who you are and I really don’t have time for this.”

She was pretty great at creating things to solve problems herself, always had been, that’s what she did. And while she wasn’t opposed to help, she had no idea whether or not she could trust the odd stranger with the bow tie. No matter what he said about don’t be afraid (too late, really, given they way he’d snuck up on her like that) and that he was here to help, that didn’t mean anything.

But maybe he could be helpful in one way.

“Did a black car in terrible condition filled with a theatre troupe whose members have little regard for personal hygiene come past here?”

@gearsandlevers

No, why would she believe him. Just a child. A distraught child at that, closer to a young lady than a child, even. However, it looked like she was quite stressed out and no youngin should be that stressed out. The Doctor wanted to help. 

“Yes, just The Doctor and definitely plural, two hearts,” The Doctor told her after a moment, rubbing his lips together and thinking about it. A black car in terr — actually to come to think of it, yes he actually had seen a car by that description. “Yes! Well, I’m pretty sure. I couldn’t be sure about their regard for personal hygiene, but the black car in bad condition, yes, one of those old fancy ones, or it would be if it were looked after.”

After watching her for a moment or two longer, The Doctor arched a brow. “But I don’t see how you are going to go about chasing after them, which is why I must insist on helping you, at least let me drive — err, take you after them. It’s not your typical transport, but it’ll take you where you need to go. You have my word that I’ll be a gentleman, cross my hearts,” he told her crossing both of them with an earnest expression. “You just look like you’re desperate and I’m here to help and would be honoured.”

“And to be fair, it wouldn’t be just if I left you here to fend for yourself, may I ask what the problem is, maybe I can help more than just taking you where-ever this ‘theater troupe’ are heading. I can give a pretty good chase in my TARDIS, but it would be nice to know why we’re chasing them.”

Honestly, they didn’t sound like people a young girl should be chasing at all and he couldn’t help but wonder if he should be taking her home to her parents instead. “Where are you parents, shouldn’t they be here looking after you?” he asked finally, his reasonable side finally getting a hold of him. Where were his manners. “And do you, perhaps, have a name?”

When the door flew open, brown eyes went wide and surprised at the man before him. He was terribly tall and lanky- but that was all he really got to see before the door was slammed in his face again. His brows frowned and he wrapped his arms more around himself, his frown obvious. He wondered who the hell was living out in the middle of no where in a damned police box of all things- and sighed, looking around. Its not like he had many other options is it? He isn’t going to be able to  just walk though the woods completely naked like this right? 

When the door opened again he opened his mouth to say something- mostly to apologize for his state of undress- before something was being thrown into his body. He looked down at it all and then looked back up at him and tried to thank him- only to be meet with the door again. “Im getting to know you well, new friend” he says to the door before he sighs and looks through the clothes for what would fit. When he was at least dressed he knocked on the door as asked. Mentally he was thinking about the fact he hadn’t heard anything when the man was looking for the clothes.

When the door finally opened again he offered a small, strained and shy smile “Thank you for the clothes, I apologize terribly for the fact that I didnt have any on when I knocked… to be honest I didnt think that I would get anyone actually opening the door when I knocked out.” he was still holding the other clothes so that he could give them back to him “Um…may I ask why you are out here in the middle of the woods?” if people were going to be out here, then he was going to end up giving up the safety of somewhere to turn without worrying about anyone else… he would have to start trying to lock himself away somewhere instead. He also knew his own question had to be a bit rude since he was also an oddball out here…also naked. This should be a fun conversation… 

@xmagik-kingdomx

When the door was knocked on again, The Doctor’s blush had lessened and he had no problem opening the door for the young man, wanting nothing more than an explanation onto why he’d been here and naked. However, it seemed like the male had the same idea —at least to why he was there. Listening as he took the extra clothing from the male, The Doctor offered him a bright, warm smiling, hoping to ease the young man’s fears or agitation. He’d been a little rude, he was sure, he’d just never had many situations like that, he didn’t mind people seeing him naked as much as he struggled with seeing others in the same way.

The Doctor didn’t find the young man’s question rude, but perhaps a little odd since he was here too and he was about to ask the same question. Of course, he wasn’t about to ignore it, answering it was simpler. “Uh, well, that’s a rather long story that I should probably cut as short as possible... So, repairs, basically. My ship needs repairs and she landed here of all places.”

He knew that that answer was probably going to end up with more questions than anything else, so he stepped to the side, his smile widening. “Won’t you come inside?” he questioned, offering the male entrance to the TARDIS. “It’s safe and there’s plenty of room, but I need to put these back into the closet and I can’t leave the door open, so either come in or wait outside,” he told him, arching a brow and stepping back completely. 

“Just close the door behind you.”

“You’re like an excited little bunny rabbit, aren’t you Doc?” The witch teased, before leaning back against those blue doors. As he spoke, the brunette found herself over-thinking everything, as always. He said no one could enter. Yet, she found that hard to believe. The Devil. He wasn’t just anyone. He would find a way. He always did. 

Hot water. It felt like heaven. Washing over her wounds. Over her sore, tired muscles. Blood ran it’s way down the drain and, a little over fifteen minutes later the witch was walking back into the main control room. Her clothes, were clean. Her form, a whole lot less stressed. But, it didn’t matter. It never did. She knew this moment wouldn’t last. She knew that within moments a demon, or Lucifer himself would be lurking around the next corner. “What’s this do-hicky do?” Ella finally questioned, as she pointed at one of the meany leavers that flew this machine. Truth be told, she knew she was going to have to tell him everything. She knew, it was already time for that conversation. “Look, space man. There’s some stuff you kinda need to know if you want me to stick around.” Was that a good way to begin? She wasn’t sure. But, it was to late now. 

“At the beginning of, well, everything, my family, my ancestors. They made a deal with the Devil. They wanted power. Power like no one else held and, they got it.” She paused, before taking another sip, as if somehow that would make all of this less painful to explain. “But, every deal has a price.” Amber eyes fluttered shut, as the witch stood and her free hand moved to rest upon her mothers necklace. “They promised him a wife. When a witch was born with certain abilities… she would be his. She would help him take over Heaven and the rest of the world. She, would also give him an heir to the throne.” God how this made her feel sick. Her life. Her horror story. It was like poison leaving her lips.

                                                        “I’m that lucky girl…”

Another pause. Another shudder running it’s way throughout her form. “Even in this thing. No matter where we are, he will find me. If he finds out you’re helping me, in anyway, he’ll kill you. He’ll torture you for all of eternity. You should get out whilst you still can. Before it’s to late.” 

@beforewewerehopeless​

While Ella had been showering, The Doctor had been working on getting them out of there, making  his best of the distraction as he could, taking them up into space. He avoided the the Time Vortex for now, instead just taking them off the surface of Earth. He’d put her into orbit around the moon, finding that her gravity was a whole lot better for that, at least in the case of the TARDIS. When she walked back out and asked him what the flight lever was, he waved a hand, “Nothing of important unless you touch it, so don’t touch it.”

He looked up at her properly then, offering her a pleasant smile when he saw how much more relaxed she was  — no need for a change of clothing then, alright. He stepped out from behind the console, stepping closer to her as she started to speak, wanting to pay her all his attention, to really listen to what she had to say, it was obviously important. What he hadn’t expected was, well, that. He worried his lips together, feeling pretty confused because where he was from there wasn’t really any Satan, not proper Satan anyway and he wasn’t even sure if he believed what she was saying. However, he’d seen the interaction earlier and it had been strange, even she was a little strange which made him hesitate in questioning or doubting her. 

“Like the Devil as in Satan? As in God and Angels and... the Devil?” he asked dubiously. Fantastic, Doctor, way to go, way to sound like a disrespectful twat. He didn’t even believe in magic but whenever he was faced with something like it, he never opened his mouth — okay that was a rotten lie. But he’d just been trying not to doubt her and then he went and opened his mouth anyway. Rude. “Sorry,” he told her guiltily. “Always thought it was a bit rubbish.”

It was all so…perfect. Almost too perfect. Good things didn’t happen to people like her, not normally at least. She took a deep breath, stepping further into the TARDIS. “They truly won’t find me?” She had to clarify. “Ever? Unless I would want them to find me?” Sevens shuffled her feet nervously and looked around before looking back to the Doctor. If there were any catches, she would be right back out that door in a heartbeat. Her trust was never given so easily before, and this was a risk. Sevens didn’t like taking risks, not anymore. They used to be something she lived for, but now they only got her deeper and deeper in trouble. Her eyes were filled with fear, apprehension, and pain. But looking deeper, there was hope, excitement, and curiosity. She wanted all of this to be real, and that’s quite possibly why she hadn’t run off yet. Normally she’d be halfway back the The University by now. But no…she stayed. “You need to promise it.” She finally stated, in a firm tone.

@degenerate-era

“Cross my hearts,” The Doctor told her seriously as he made the motions over his chest, where his hearts were. He smiled after considering her for a long moment, wanting her to know that he was listening and that he’d protect her. He swallowed, hating that she’d been through whatever she’d been through and that it had taken him this long to find her and help. “Those doors are impenetrable and we can stay out of your timeline, away from this area altogether —You have my word. I’ll take you on adventures instead, no more fighting, no more running, well actually, I can’t promise that, there’s usually a lot of running.” he informed her with a guilty look. 

“What fun is it if there’s no running, though?” he reasoned, shrugging a slender shoulder, using one had to pluck at his bow tie in a charming way, showing that he really did enjoy the running part.. “I do travel to a lot of places and I’m apparently really good at getting myself into trouble. Hope that’s okay? But I’m here to help the universe. The Doctor — here to help.”

That much was true, at least, he was here to help, but sometimes he was just nosy, like to go places, do a lot of things, sometimes he was just there to explore, but trouble always found him, and he sort of blamed the TARDIS for it, of course, she always did send him where he needed to go, so obviously he was needed here, Sevens needed him. She needed an escape, he could easily provide it and maybe he could show off a little while he was at it.

    Seeing him honestly did lift her mood. And the simple fact he had been looking for her, hadn’t just run into her, had her extremely happy. River watched him with a keen eye. This wasn’t his kind of place, especially this face. Too adult for a being who preferred to dance like a strange giraffe in front of children. But that made the fact that he showed up sweeter to her. “I know you wouldn’t forget. Though, you’re not always on time.” Her usual smirk was firmly in place as she raked her eyes over him. The wine and the environment made it hard for her not to pull him into the corner and snog him senseless but she did want at least one birthday dance. There was the inebriated part of her mind that didn’t want the rest of the wine to go to waste but she could always get more. Or let the Time Lord be enough to intoxicate her further. “Of course, sweetie.” She stood, moving away from the elevated table and towards him, an extra bit of sway in her hips. One hand loosely took hold of his as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you.”

@hisbespokenpsychopath

“Yes, well we both know that the TARDIS has a mind of her own, I come exactly when I’m suppose to,” The Doctor told River begrudgingly as he watched her approach, his throat working hard as those forest green orbs ended up glued to her swinging hips. He cleared this throat, shifting on the spot uncomfortably, the Time Lord almost fidgety around the sexual — at least to him  —  advances. River herself was practically a sexual advance on her own, without any of the extras. For some reason she was able to make him like a teenager going through puberty, his hormones all out of whack.

Shifting from foot to foot, he held his hand out, taking hers and leading her onto the dance floor, the back of his neck and his ears going hot and red. This was stepping out of this regeneration’s comfort zone, but it was River’s birthday and he was going to make it up to her, give her some of what she wanted, especially since he knew their time together was pretty short in general. They both had things to do, they both ran on different timelines. 

This is my draftpost/starter list. Posts will be done in order as they’re listed. But if I have missed anyone, please do let me know.

Drafts for:

@genocidalarrogance @commanderschntgaispock @hisbespokenpsychopath @degenerate-era @bishopsnythetic @xmagik-kingdomx @gearsandlevers @ask-captain-jack-harkness @pink-yellow-wolf (with an ask) @ourpieceoutoftime @spannerbehindthewheel @spellsandpixiedust @thedestrcyer @girloutoftime @wearebrighterthanthesun @riverspxilers And a starter for:

@lost-rose-tyler