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i'm still not sure what you've accomplished. / Howie -> eleven

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❝ Now, ❞ The doctor's attention was now directed to Howie. Considering their options, the doctor spoke: ❝ Is that a Howie-kind-of question? ❞ They step forward, pocketing their sonic screwdriver in their jacket pocket. ❝ Or a unit-based one? If you lie, I'd know. ❞ Tapping their temple softly, the doctor softly smiled at the other. ❝ So ask me wisely. Though I'll probably tell you anyway. ❞ The smile eventually transformed into a grin; a proud one, as if their mischief in the making was something to be proud of.

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well, that didn't take long. // 11

ANYONE BUT YOU (2023) PROMPTS. ( accepting! )

❝ Because that was the plan, dear. ❞ They murmur to themselves, double-checking the time. Okay that was a lie; an obvious, big stupid lie. ❝ It was suppose to be quick and-- ❞ Frustrated, the Doctor hmphed. They sat down, arms now crossed like a child who was ready to have their tantrum. ❝ Okay! It wasn't supposed to be quick, I- It got too quick! ❞

Who likes it quick anyway? Not them, never them. Quick is boring. Fast is boring. Where's the adventure in something quick? Disappointing... ❝ Hate this! Can we re-do this? I can take my time, I'll pop back, time travel back and-- no, no, that won't work. Hmph. ❞

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Happy New Year!! // for 11

Send me "Happy New Year!!” to give my muse the first kiss of the New Year at midnight. ( accepting. )

The urge to celebrate New Years came to them. Yeah, it may be in the middle of March, but the Doctor follows their heart(s). So with a quick skedaddle, pressing/flicking buttons and switches. They landed with River on Earth during New Years. ❝ Come on !! ❞ The Doctor pulled her by the wrist, happy that the coordinates took them at the right moment. They saw the table of full desserts. So they ran over to the buffet table and began filling their plate. But a bit disappointed that there's no jammy dodgers in sight. Huffing, the Doctor remedied that, ran back to the Tardis, got their own packet of jammy dodgers and added that to the table. ❝ There, that'll prevent a war from happening. ❞

They brought the desserts over to River. But then the countdown happened, and when midnight struck, River kissed them on the lips. Not only that, she had dipped them down and secured them with her arms so that they don't completely fall onto the floor. You know what did fell? Their desserts. But the Doctor completely forgotten about that as they kissed her back, sighing gently and with such content against her lips.

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for  an  urgent  starter . // for 11?

starter call 2.0. ( accepting )

It was clear as day that they had it under control, if the day itself was clouded and a chance of a storm was about to come their way, then that would be the Doctor's perfect definition of control. Which is quite the lie that is often told between individuals, most importantly, between companions. They were running around the console of the TARDIS. Flicking switches. Pressing buttons. Fidgeting with doodahs and doodads alike.

Then came a noise, a series of beeps; loud and obnoxious. Then came the series of lights. Mostly tones of red as they flash now and again.

The eleventh doctor stood there. "Don't worry. I think that's a good sound! Is it a good sound? It sounds like a good sound!" Then the TARDIS threw itself off course. So definitely not a good sound. Not even a great one.

"Nope, not a good sound, the opposite of a good sound, I don't like the opposite when it comes to sounds like that! River! Honey! We got a bit of a problem!"

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❛  what can i say? i'm a sucker for happy endings.  ❜ // for eleven

🐝  *  ―  𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( ACCEPTING )

You let out a huff. You're not much of a fan of endings, even if it was the happiest of all endings, it was an ending nonetheless. "Why can't it be a happy forever? Why should it be an ending? An ending means an end. I do not understand how someone enjoys that."

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❛  are we gonna have a problem?  ❜ For Eleven <3

🐝  *  ―  𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( ACCEPTING )

"Pfah, no, of course not. I'm the opposite of having a problem." You wave it off and let out a nervous laugh. You then turn around, stepping away from a conversation that could turn ugly. So you move out and enter a different room before coming back immediately afterwards; a hand out, forefinger up because you're not done with the conversation. "But I have an easier way to do this, a quicker way, a fast-paced way where no patience is ever required. Because you're doing it wrong, and you're doing it boringly wrong. Let me just--" You whip out the sonic screwdriver.

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"What do you mean, you don't know?" For Eleven <3

"I know, I know. I bet this is the first time you've ever heard me say that." You speak, a hand waving in her direction. "Ha, I don't know." You even let out a small laugh. "I cannot even fathom it. The comprehensible in my brain is currently left the building." Your hands have a mind of their own, waving, moving, flapping as you speak your truth, then you put them together, a small clap. "I don't have the foggiest of clues on what I am looking at. I doubt you do either, or unless you do? Oswald! Tell me, what do you see? Go all human-y on me, understand it with a human-y insight!"

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"Could you just wait until i'm ready?" For Eleven <3

For a time lord, you could barely control your patience. You groan, turning around; the ends of your coat flapping along with your movements, and then you turn back again, and you do it again, undecided on what to do. You swore under your breath, the language of your people on the tip of your tongue. Huffing, you turn back again and cross your arms. "Oswald! I don't have all the time in the universe to wait for you to powder your nose or somethin'!" You respond, banging on the door. You're like a cat, clawing, wanting in, or wanting for something to happen.