#Human!Doctor

[quietwings-fics]

going anywhere

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Doctor & Doctor) Additional Tags: The Doctor's Incarnations (Doctor Who) Are Siblings, Alternate Universe - Human, Human Doctor (Doctor Who), Siblings, Trains, Drabble Wordcount: 100 Summary:

Always on the run, them.

The train rattles under Nine’s feet. Their compartment is cramped full of six bodies. He sits beside the door, lost his usual window seat to Ten. Eleven’s squished himself between Nine and Twelve, falling asleep in a way that’ll leave him sore when he wakes up. Maybe that’ll remind him he’s not a kid anymore.

Thirteen and Fifteen are using the same jacket as a blanket. The dark blue suitcase they couldn’t fit above them is under Thirteen’s shoes, held there to keep it from rolling all over the floor.

They’re going someplace new. Always are.

But they’ll be together.

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[casasupernovas]

shoutout to my favourite doctor who blooper ever

Doctor: Martha, you trust me don't you?

Martha: Of course I do.

Doctor: Because it all depends on you.

Martha: What does? What am I supposed to do?

David Tennant, breaking character and returning to his natural Scottish accent: Well there's a watch, but I've lost it.

transcript from @suz-blog

[nipuni]

"Midnight" is one of my favourite episodes!!

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on may 1st

[donutdrawsthings]

Bonus:

[hey-there-22]

I love how the TARDIS had a human form with eleven and she was like "my thief, my thief, I love my thief" BUT FAILED TO MENTION THE GOD OF DEATH HAD BEEN IN HER BACK FOR DECADES.

[whoosh-whoosh-tardis-noises]

Say what you will about this episode but having the main character see the most graphic horrific terrifying thing they have ever witnessed in their life and then going right back to doomscrolling while they hold back the tears is such an interesting take on how young privileged people interact with the world.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

RTD out here testing my ability to tolerate bullshit because what the fuck was this line if Ruby's an ordinary human?

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Donna Noble really got in the TARDIS and on trip number ONE like ONLY the FIRST trip she was like we are going to change history to save a single family because that is how it should work so that is how it does and then on trip number TWO on the SECOND trip she was like we are going to destroy an entire culture of slavery because it is right I don't care if we're two people and then on the THIRD trip she was like I am going to be unbelievably brave to save my home and everyone I love and then on the FOURTH trip she was like no living breathing thinking creature is less than a person and how dare you try to dehumanise someone like that how dare you not give her a name and the list GOES ON this woman NEVER MISSED there goes one of the kindest bravest most constant women you might ever meet and she's a temp from Chiswick

[sparrowlucero]

I love the licensed doctor who ttrpg where the author clearly has some sort of personal disdain towards non human or campy player characters but contractually can't exclude them (on account of it's doctor who) so instead opts to passive aggressively bully people out of playing aliens and having funny names

[camilleflyingrotten]

[abnormalpsychology]

[quietwings-fics]

tell a story, make it a good one, make it come true - Chapter 1

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen + Minor Other Relationships Additional Tags: Flashbacks, Human Doctor (Doctor Who), Adopted Sibling Relationship, Backstory, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Running Away, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Young Doctor (Doctor Who), Work In Progress Wordcount: 875 Summary:

Nine recounts how he found his siblings. Nine remembers how he found his siblings. These are different things.

He should be better at knowing when Jack is scheming. Not so easily bamboozled by that grin and those arms and the way he- Of course, Jack has known him for what feels like forever and Nine thinks will probably be the rest of time, until space caves in on itself or Jack does something so reckless and stupid and brave that the universe finally decides not to intervene this time. When Jack puts his mind to it, he has a pretty good record for getting what he wants. When he puts his body to it, that rate triples.

“So, answer me this,” Jack starts, his fingers lazily dragging back and forth through the hair on Nine’s chest, and he adds before Nine can say anything, “one orphan to another-”

“You’re terrible,” Nine grumbles, but Jack pulls that card only when it matters most. 

“Where do they all keep coming from?” Jack continues, ignoring him. “I swear, every time I turn around, you’ve got another one following you around."

Nine eyes him for that. "And you don't?" Jack tips his head in allowance. They both have families to look after.

"Yeah, but I told you where I picked them up."

He waits for Nine to answer him. Nine doesn't.

"You've got to admit, though. Your name is your business-”

“Careful,” Nine warns, in a way that only people who have trusted each other for centuries can. The fact that he isn’t even thirty yet doesn’t stand counter to that. Jack trails off, and when he carries on, there’s a purposeful lightness to his voice that tells Nine he’ll knock it off if the joke doesn’t land.

“It is sort of cult-y that the rest of them joined in, too.” Jack pauses, waits until Nine snorts and rolls his eyes, and relaxes again.

“They’re my—”

—siblings,” Jack finishes with him. “You’ve mentioned that once or twice. Or every time I’ve asked.”

“It’s true.” Nine could end this conversation. He could roll over and feign a snore and Jack might be bitchy about it in the morning, but he’d get over it. He always did. 

“Give me something,” Jack says. “I don’t care if it’s true.” Nine looks at him.

“Well,” he says, “I’ve always been here…”

When Nine named himself, he didn’t mean for it to stick. It was only meant to be a reminder until things went back to normal, like he could freeze himself in time and start growing up again properly once he took his old name back.

Then again, when they left home, that was meant to be temporary too. He didn’t remember much of what came next but hushed voices in other rooms and then waking up one day to realize that everyone he loved was gone. He looked for them until he got cold and hungry, and then, he got yelled at for not having enough money to change those things.

Jack knew that part, one orphan to another. Jack knew good hiding places and how to get a hot meal with a smile. (One day, Jack told him, grinning, “I’m never going to die,” and Nine grinned back just as wide to tell him, “Good thing, too, cause neither can I,” and that night when they didn’t freeze under jackets stuffed full of torn-up newspaper, they knew it was true.) Sometimes, they ate well because cashiers looked the other way, and other times, they ate better because Rose Tyler would take them home for dinner, three, (or four, if Mickey tagged along,) kids with lips zipped tight whenever Jackie asked if she should be calling Jack or Nine’s parents. Who could blame her for thinking there was someone missing them? Clothes were always easier to get ahold of than food. 

Nine used to do Rose’s homework for her. (Jack would wash the dishes and call the rest of them lazy for making poor Jackie clean up their messes alone.) He’d take her textbooks and puzzle out everything with her help and notes. It was busywork for her and an education for him, so one of them needed it more than the other. She’d chat to him about the harmless dramas of school, where fights never got too dangerous and everyone went home at the end of the day. He would listen, leaning against her, and wishing he could spend the rest of his life there on her bedroom floor.

It would always get dark outside. Jack, who’d join them whenever he got done charming Jackie, who’d lay across Rose’s lap and offer correct the problems Nine had gotten wrong, would say, “I guess we should be getting home soon.”

Rose knew. It was why she always asked, “You’ll come back tomorrow?” 

It was why Nine always answered, “Nothing could stop us.”

It was true until the day Nine realized how wide the world was. He was used to dropping it all to leave. In a way, he had been born that way, the boy who was Nine and not whoever he’d been before.

Rose and Jack… weren’t.

When they turned back, he didn’t. There was too much to see.

He’d come back, he still promised. Nothing would stop him from coming back.

Nothing would stop him from leaving, either.

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[zephyrchama]

Water Wrinkles

Seven demon brothers sat solemnly in a circle around you. You did your best to ignore them. It wasn't often that you got to spend time at the human world villa, and you were intent on soaking up as much sun as you could before returning to the Devildom.

You reclined your beach chair back, crossing your arms under your still-wet hair. It was a gorgeous day. Perfect for being at the pool.

Leviathan let out a muffled sob. As the demon with the highest affinity for water, he blamed himself.

"Let us take you to a hospital," Satan insisted for the tenth time.

"They're going to laugh us out of the ER," you nonchalantly repeated.

Satan lowered his eyes and muttered, "I couldn't find any traces of a curse in the water... So how...?"

Asmodeus had his head in his hands, unresponsive. Sometimes his fingers curled around the ends of his hair. You briefly glanced over to make sure he didn't pull his hair out - that would be grounds for a real emergency.

"I can't bear to watch. Lucifer, do somethin'," Mammon whined. He was fidgeting all over the place and winced whenever he looked at your feet.

The oldest glared at you. You knew it was out of concern, but his fears were unfounded. Even Lucifer refused to listen to reason when he thought you were in danger.

"Actually, yeah. Lucifer, can you pass me a towel?" you asked. It was embarrassing having seven shirtless demons intensely staring at you. If they wouldn't let you go back in the water, maybe covering up would make you feel less self-conscious.

Lucifer didn't move. It was Beelzebub who plucked a spare towel off his younger twin and handed it to you with a shaking arm. He looked like a wet puppy, having been the one who first discovered your "condition" and swept you out of the pool.

Belphegor hadn't gone in the water that day. He only hogged the plush towels because of how comfortable they were and, following Beelzebub's lead, dumped them all onto your chair. Now he sat, wide awake. He was anxiously squeezing a loose chunk of concrete but at some point, without realizing, it got crushed to powder in his hand.

You had more than enough towels now.

"In half an hour you're going to forget this all even happened," you said to reassure the worry warts.

"In half an hour, you might be gone!" Mammon snapped back.

"You're going to be a wrinkled mess of skin and bones," Asmodeus weeped quietly.

Leviathan pressed his hands over his ears. Though, with nothing to cover his eyes he was forced to look at your wrinkled hands again. Based on the noises he was making, you'd think someone was torturing him.

"As I've said!" you reiterated. "All humans get wrinkly in water. Look, now that I'm drying off it's going back to normal."

Beelzebub grabbed your ankle, raising it for the brothers to observe at eye level. "I don't see a difference."

You didn't expect the sudden manhandling and slunk several inches down the lounge chair while the demons stared at your foot. Kicking and twisting your leg was futile. You modestly crossed your free leg.

"I think it's getting worse," Satan said.

"We need to take action," Lucifer decided.

Asmodeus was actively quivering now. Belphegor and Leviathan had crept behind you and started picking at your wrinkly fingers. You tried to swat them away to no avail.

"Give me 25 minutes! Literally! Probably even less, this will go away on its own! I just need to dry off."

"We need a solution now," Mammon asserted. The cogs in his brain were turning. "We need fire."

You tried to sit up, to jump up and stop Mammon before he burned the whole villa down in an attempt to dry you off, but Beelzebub had not let go and you stumbled. You grazed your knee on the concrete and winced.

A second round of panic overcame the demon brothers. Beelzebub let go, Lucifer picked you up, and Belphegor wrapped your knee with every available towel he could lay his hands on. Asmodeus and Leviathan were crying on each other's shoulders. Mammon came running back, oblivious to the second disaster that just occurred, with a flaming stick in his hand that Satan tried to keep at bay. If you got burnt on top of everything else, they'd probably go insane and destroy the human world.

In the midst of the chaos you caught a glimpse of your hand. It was practically dry. You couldn't even see the wrinkles anymore. You angrily wiggled in Lucifer's grasp as various hands fussed over you.

"Stay!!" you shouted over the clamor.

The brothers went tumbling to the ground, save for Lucifer who fought to stay rooted in place. You could finally hear yourself think again. There was primarily one thought on your mind.

"I just want to go swimming."

[discount-supervillain]

[blueelectricblue]

i love the way doctor who implies that the only thing between a time lord and becoming an insane enraged vindictive god is keeping a little human friend. i get it because i too am less mad if i pet my cat

[ley-med]

Welp. Things get weird with the anesthesia department from time to time. Today a patient, left unsupervised for 5 whole minutes in their surgical ward, chewed their central line out...