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//oh friend, you HAVE been away LOL. Check all my verses there are babies galore XD 

         “Don’t y’dare try t’,” she mumbles - a pretty lackluster warning, all things given. Not that he will; she knows this. The threat’s only meant to dissuade the Doctor, and to convince him that, by being well enough to issue such words of caution, Rose was fine, and should be left well enough alone unless he was willing to find out whether or not she was healthy enough to carry out her threat, as well. ( Again, it’s a pretty half-hearted attempt at it. )  “I’ll sleep it off, s’fine.”

        “You would leave me AGAIN, and this time, you would           leave behind a DIRECTIONLESS BEAST baying at the           stars, my mind gone, my PURPOSE gone, nothing left          but a HUNGER without aim, all when the person who          saves me in a PERPETUAL CYCLE because he EXISTS          decided to get IDIOTIC and  . . . what is this, some sort          of . . . revenge for me refusing to regenerate all that          time ago, on the floor of the Valiant?”  He shudders free of it, of the desire to ask, {aren’t I enough to live for?}, when he feels the telepathic whispers between the Doctor and his TARDIS.          “ . . . She’s with me on this,” he murmurs. His eyes are full         of fathomless agony.  “How many times must I tell you,          my one love, my North Star, how many times? You cannot         save everyone. You cannot, you cannot, you. Can. Not.         And that fact does not damn you to failure or to worthlessness.         My gods, Thete.  The lives you’ve touched could expand         the length of two dozen constellations. Can you really know         so little about yourself? And can you think so little of me,         that I would ardently adore such a so-called failure, to         the point of chasing him across the whole of the universe,         without ever stopping?”  The anguish is tenderness now, boundless tenderness.         “Oh, my love.  You are so cruel to yourself.”  And he kisses the Doctor’s forehead, and breathes what blessings he can upon that tormented psyche. 

magnificently spot-on Ten; this particular Ten rper has a gift for the nuances of the character, neither over nor underplaying him, capturing his speech patterns and dialect, and the traits that make him tick or collapse.  we share the most headcanons in common of anyone i rp with here about Thoschei, and her Ten is probably the closest to how i would envision him should i ever take a crack at the character. wicked sense of humor, and everything she posts is a succinct flawlessly worded jewel.    @prettyboyx

“As if.”

“Zeroes all around.”

“Luck has nothing to do with whatever we have,” the Master answers, seeing only the pessimistic side of what the Doctor was suggesting. “If anything, it’s a curse. We’re the only Timelords that will ever grow old and die. I know how fast you throw away your lives and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll go about cheating death.”