#Timelord Cats

[unrenderedfuture]

lmao put this on another account by accident. Here it is where it belongs.. some sketches of Timelord bs and Timelord Cats lol.

[howthebestwaslost-blog]

Watching Doccy Who with my cat (older pics)

[minyboy]

Fantomcat has been frozen for 3 centuries, there is much to do and a big city to do it in.

[variousqueerthings]

@fabiansociety A GALLIFREYAN CAT LADY THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!!

[blaster-fagot]

CAN I USE THIS AS MY PFP

timelord on a break

[tcnderhearts]

mun vs muse(s) — lil guy maker

[timelordpropaganda]

Me!!! And the wife!!!! Yes!!! I like the human cat pictures so much!

[abbygracerecs]

Tom Holland and Co Recommendations

❤️‍🔥 - Smut 🤰 - Pregnancy/Parenthood ⚠️ - Potential Trigger ♾ - Neurodivergent!reader ❤️ - Soulmate AU

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner - @waitimcomingtoo

Customer Service - waitimcomingtoo

Adventures in Cat Sitting - waitimcomingtoo

Would You Rather? - waitimcomingtoo

Don't Dream It's Over - waitimcomingtoo

BFB - waitimcomingtoo

Home For The Holidays - waitimcomingtoo

Sexy - waitimcomingtoo

Little Pink Distraction - waitimcomingtoo

One Man Cult - waitimcomingtoo

Old Friend Two - waitimcomingtoo

I Got You, Babe Series - waitimcomingtoo 🤰

While You Were Sleeping - waitimcomingtoo

Caffeine - waitimcomingtoo

Cool Kids - waitimcomingtoo

Princess's Orders - @shawnxstyles❤️‍🔥

Green and Gold - shawnxstyles ❤️‍🔥

Panic Wish - @jamilelucato ❤️

Boxing Lessons - @tommyhoelland2013 ❤️‍🔥

Who You Belong To - @hollandcrush ❤️‍🔥

Peter Parker

Baby, Baby, Baby - waitimcomingtoo

Dick's - waitimcomingtoo

Uranus - waitimcomingtoo

Once More To See You - waitimcomingtoo

Honey - waitimcomingtoo

Pants on Fire - waitimcomingtoo

Wrong Number - waitimcomingtoo

Like Father - waitimcomingtoo

Love Potion #9 - waitimcomingtoo

And I've Been Meaning To Tell You - waitimcomingtoo

Interception - waitimcomingtoo

Meet Me Behind The Mall - waitimcomingtoo

A Film By Peter Parker - waitimcomingtoo

This Means War - waitimcomingtoo

Sunflower Soulmate - @negasonicteenagemess ❤️

Fall For Me - negasonicteenagemess

The Last Of The Real Ones - negasonicteenagemess ❤️

Snacks and Roses - negasonicteenagemess

Webs - negasonicteenagemess

Chemistry - negasonicteenagemess

Best Friends - negasonicteenagemess

Memories - negasonicteenagemess

Midnight Talks Two Three - negasonicteenagemess

You're Dating Her - @lousimusician

I Know Who You Are - lousimusician

Rambling - lousimusician

Oblivious Two - lousimusician

Pierced Two - lousimusician ❤️‍🔥

Faking It - lousimusician ❤️‍🔥

Bad Timing - @tommyparkerr

Like A Date - tommyparkerr

Please, Call Me Peter - shawnxstyles ❤️‍🔥

Dream Walk - @sacredsorceress

Catch You When You Fall - sacredsorceress

It's A Match - sacredsorceress

Honor - sacredsorceress

You? - sacredsorceress

The Courage To Try - @brokebonewritings

Sweet - @cherrrydragon

The Wedding Date - @rosesradio

The World's Best Tour Guide - @pearlfeline

Final Piece Of The Puzzle - @queen-of-the-avengers

Don't Tell 'Em - @thollandneedy

Sex Pollen - @donttellpeterparker ❤️‍🔥

Thank God For Group Projects - @hannibals-favourite-meal ❤️‍🔥

Just For Tonight - @cloudybarnes

Paging Dr. Parker - @asonofpeter ❤️‍🔥

Tension - @rebeccccccaaa ❤️‍🔥

Autistic!reader - @timelord-winchester-22b ♾

Countdown - @oneshots-imagines-and-that ❤️

Deep Red And Crimson - @schonart ❤️

Handwritten Love -@jordanlahey ❤️

I Bet You're Joking - @holland-dazed

When I Hear Her Voice - @welcomethefears ❤️

Easy To Miss - @sarsmusings ❤️

3 Times He Wanted To Kiss You, 1 Time He Did - @peterparkerneverland

[strange-birdy-me]

He really does have a cats attitude. 😆

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[wormshirt]

I like nonhuman timelord biology and culture headcannons and I wanna share one of mine. I think that sometimes the doctor just starts sniffing companions. Like when your cat comes up and sniffs your hand like sniffsniffsniff oooooo okay. But the doctor isn't a cat they're a (usually) tall humanoid figure so I think it goes down a bit more like

Doctor (walking past donna): hm. Wait. Somethings different. SNIIFFFFFFFFF SNIFFSNIFF SNIFFFF (out loud) Donna is that a new shampoo?

Donna: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.

[cas-is-queer]

Nu!Who Doctors/Companions and my thoughts on their gender/sexuality ect. (I'm almost finished with season 10, so this will only cover up to Capaldi. I will be doing the small companions like Jack, and also the master/missy)

THIS IS MY PERSONAL OPINION, IF YOU DISAGREE PLZ DNI. HATE COMMENTS WILL MAKE ME CRY. Thank you.

If you have any questions on the terms used, either look it up or leave a comment and I'll respond.

9th Doctor: Demiaro/demiace. He doesn't seem super interested in romance n' stuff until later (once he knows Rose a bit better lol). I want to say he/they, but I'm not sure on that. Def pansexual (most doctor's will be lol) not giving polyamorous, not giving monogamous. he's down bad for rose and that's all he knows.

Rose Tyler: MY BISEXUAL QUEEN!! Billie Piper confirmed that Rose would've loved the doctor if they regenerated into Whittaker!Doctor instead of Tennant!Doctor. She slays so hard, I love her.

Mickey Smith: I want to say straight but we all saw him and that one guy so I'm gonna say heteroflexible, which is mostly straight but with the occasional homo interaction (that's a terrible explanation just look it up)

10th Doctor: My boy! I love 10 so very much. Demiace, slightly less demiaro but still there. (this is mostly inspired by that one clip of David Tennant saying that 'the doctor is a fairly asexual character') I want to say mostly into women, but we all saw him and Jack. I'm gonna say ominsexual, with a small/medium preference for women. giving ambiamorous, but more towards monagomous, you feel me?

Captain Jack Harkness: Most of the actors/writers/etc. say bisexual, but also admit to omnisexual, because he does get freaky with aliens. I feel like if you don´t think aliens are included in bisexual, then pansexual would be a better fit, but whatever. I'm not sure on this one, but he's def queer and also super freaky, so we stan. polyamorous if i've ever seen one

Martha Jones: I'm really unsure on this tbh. I think she doesn't really use labels, but def kisses men and women. kinda ambiguous on this, my bad.

Donna Noble: Bisexual. No evidence, gut feeling. I will not be explaining.

Simm!Master: that is a homosexual. he had a wife n shit ik, but that felt wrong. gay for the doctor. it's that simple. (i do want to clarify that he would still love fem!doctor, but like. hes gay. you feel me? timelords get that ambiguity.)

11th Doctor: hmm. hMM. he's silly. Giving pansexual. does not see gender. (danced with all the men and women equally at the Ponds wedding, was confused why the men were shy. an icon, truly) less on the demiaro, more on the demiace. (not super sexual except with River) I'd say monagomous but between River and Clara, he's most certainly not. ambiamorous.

Amy Pond: Pansexual. would kiss women, but loves Rory to death. She/they, we all know the scene i'm thinking about.

Rory Williams: bisexual. ik ik he had that whole 'im not gay' scene, but it was giving 'im not gay im bi' energy. I have no evidence for this claim, just trust me.

River Song: what a pansexual queen. canonically had at least two wives. in love with the doctor. an icon. Very much NOT asexual. Do NOT let her and Jack Harkness meet. They'd match each others freak and end up killing people.

Clara Oswald: canon bisexual, literally kissed Jane Austen. giving she/they. of all the people to fall for, fell for the doctor in his 'post-pond-depression-wet-cat-era', worst choice she ever made and i love that for her. she is babygirl, i will not explain.

12th Doctor: I'm currently on his last season right near the end, going to cry when he leaves. giving true pansexual, no preference. i have no evidence, i just think that all the doctors are pan, but some have preference, hence the omni. he/they, idfk. less on the demiaroace then all his previous regenerations, but i don't think any doctor is truly allosexual/romantic. you get the vision?

Bill Potts: !!!! My girl!! a lesbian queen!! basically the doctor's granddaughter!! queen!! her and heather are so flipping cute istg-

Nardole: literally cannot picture him with anybody. i hesitate on aroace, but also; he's def aroace.

Missy: a queen. love her so much. she/they pansexual. i feel like greyasexual/aromantic, but thats a bit hesitant. I feel like she's down for love and sex n shit, but unfortunately she fell hardcore for the doctor (and clara, to an extent), so she's just stuck. someone help her, she deserves so much better (currently on the vault era, if you couldn't tell.)

Alrighty!! that's all for now, I'll reblog and add my opinions on newer dw as I watch. lmk if I missed anyone (I don't think I did), and tell me your dw headcannons!!

Inspo:

[centipede-rain]

The technicalities of being happy

This story is about an AU by @janus-cadet , in which the fifteenth Doctor, The Toymaker, Rogue and the Master are a polycule.

Go check it out!

The Doctor apologises for leaving the Toymaker trapped in his dimension, when they first met. The Toymaker, not willing to acknowledge or even think about that time in his life, does his best to deflect.

Ao3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65880142/chapters/169706272

The Toymaker doesn’t sleep. His body is merely a simulacrum, a fun doll he made to interact with the world. Why would it need rest, when he has an endless supply of energy? Why would it need to repair anything if he keeps it in tip-top condition? No, the idea of sleeping is just silly.

That doesn’t mean he can’t see the benefits of lying in bed with his partners. He loves doing it, not because he needs the rest, but simply because it is wonderful to have them close. Feeling their warmth, seeing their smiles, admiring how relaxed they are around him… it grants him happiness he never would have thought possible. Not that he would have thought any kind of happiness possible, once upon a time.

But how could he? Eternally trapped in his very own hell, with no hope of escape. Ruining the life of any entity unfortunate enough to meet him. Making them play, wanting them to stay. Watching them fade and wither, decaying in front of his eyes in both body and mind.

Whatever he tried, even when he didn’t slip up with his puppet body (the slightest hint of his true form making their little minds snap like a fraying thread), he just couldn’t manage to keep them happy.

He felt bad for the little things in his possession, driven mad by an existence longer than they were meant for. Eventually, he always admitted defeat, tore everything down to start anew.

He played and played, and he got better. He mastered every game the universe has to offer, learned to build every single toy.

It was certainly some sort of existence. It had its merits.

But happiness?

No, he was never ‘happy’. And he certainly didn’t think he ever could be.

 

He had been so very wrong. Because here he lies, in a soft and comfortable bed, with his beloved partners. The Doctor is smiling at him, eyes as warm as molten gold, and he can feel the warmth in that smile, the genuine affection. The Doctor likes this, likes being close to him. That much is obvious in the way he reaches out a hand, lets it ghost over his cheek gently.

The Toymaker has to restrain himself not to melt into it like a touch-starved cat. It’s still hard to believe he might be deserving of such softness and joy. But who is he to doubt the Doctor’s judgement? Such a wonderful creature, so brave and smart and good.

He still remembers meeting the timelord for the very first time.

He was living his life as usual, an endless cycle of misery, with only his love for games to keep him sane.

Until, one day, someone quite interesting fell into his void.

A face changer, a trickster and liar. A multitude of people wrapped in one, with so many more to come. And oh so clever too, so creative and determined. Such a fascinating enemy.

He was perfect.

For him, the Toymaker got as close to cheating as the rules binding his existence possibly allowed.

Offering to never finish their game, offering to let the Doctor simply give up.

He offered survival, power.

He had been so naïve back then, thinking that was all that mortals were looking for.

The Doctor, being much better than he ever could be, had declined that offer, choosing destruction over eternity with him.

It had stung, certainly. Being denied.

But the indignity of it had been nothing against the terror of what he had to do next. “Serve me and live,“ he had said, laying out the rules of their game.

He did not want to destroy the Doctor.

He had left himself no choice.

To see the Doctor trick him, escaping with his little friends… it had been the ultimate humiliation, it had been aggravating, it had been… a relief so monumental that he had almost wept.

Looking back, the Toymaker can’t help but wonder - had he slowed down that final explosion on purpose, granting the tiny fraction of time that let his opponent slip away unscathed?

 

Afterwards, it had been back to the void, back to the loneliness. But he’d had a taste of something he wanted. He’d felt something, something dangerously close to-…

He kept an eye on the Doctor. Watched him live his exciting life, picking up new friends and losing them just as quickly. Helping, always helping. Being kind and sweet and silly, except when he was pushed too far.

He watched the Doctor change their face many times.

And one day, when the Doctor had once again lost so terribly much, he saw his chance.

He created a brand-new face, to match the Doctor’s little tradition, and he found him again. Offered up a bargain that was hard to refuse.

“I’ll bring them back. All of them. If you win my game.”

 

The Doctor had lost, had let him stay by his side, and that had ultimately brought them here. For that, and for so many other little and large kindnesses, the Toymaker would always be in the Doctor’s debt.

Without him, he would likely never have met his other partners. The Master, lounging comfortably beside him, one hand possessively placed on his thigh. Rogue, looking exceptionally adorable in an oversized T-shirt, a contend smile on his lips.

Such wonderful people. It still amazes him every day, how he had somehow managed to end up with them. The Doctor, savior of so many, larger than life, beloved by everyone he meets. So brave, facing impossible odds daily and coming out on top every time. Losing so much, yet never becoming blind to joy and love. The Master, burning so brightly. Fierce and dedicated, crafty, smart, delightfully sassy. Sometimes terrible, sure, but not that he could ever judge. He is, after all, something far more horrifying than any of them could ever truly understand.

Rogue, so unlike the others. Having loved and lost, having carried on anyway, never abandoning kindness as a principle. Rogue, who isn’t ashamed to admit to vulnerability and hurt, perhaps being the bravest of them all in that aspect.

Truly, they are the most amazing people the universe has to offer.

And somehow, they have chosen to let him into their lives. Somehow, it works, and they are all happier for it. And isn’t that just so beautiful?

 

It’s amazing how far he has come, with their help. After all, his interactions with other beings had exclusively been adversary for the longest of times. Not by his own design, merely influenced by the nature of his own miserable existence and imprisonment.

One of the few things he could do, during those first few lonely millennia of his existence, was watch.

Those beings, up there in the noisy universe, where he couldn’t reach - living, dying, fighting and loving. Playing and laughing without him.

He watched, for thousands of years, replicating their toys, learning their games. Imagining what it would be like to play with them. He even made bodies to wear, so that he could match theirs.

A different one for every kind of life form he saw. Like puppets, with wonderful detail and pretty colors. And it was great fun! For a while. Until he realized that they would never get to see them, never get to meet him.

That was the first time he had destroyed his toyroom. That terrible rage consuming everything, consuming him, his toys, his faces, until there was nothing left except him and the void.

And perhaps that void had gotten him after all, had seeped into his very being and filled all the little places happiness should be.

He built everything anew, a little more twisted, a little more terrifying than last time. And he kept watching the mortals, resenting them for all they had that he didn’t. Freedom, a whole universe, joy, and most of all - each other. Even death was something he occasionally envied them for.

By the time the first unfortunate mortal managed to stumble into his dimension, he quickly realized that while they could get in, he still couldn’t get out.

He had never wanted to keep something so bad in his entire miserable existence.

This tiny little mortal, lifespan the blink of an eye - he wanted, needed them to stay, to play with him and keep away the crushing loneliness. Yet all they did was scream and cry, begging to go home. They saw he wasn’t like them, and they hated what they couldn’t understand. They blamed him for ending up here, and they couldn’t see what he could offer - power, eternity, a life without a single worry, a god at their beck and call, for the small price of some company.

Determined to leave, they had challenged him to a game. Asking to be let go, should they win. And for the first time ever, the Toymaker had felt the pull of rules seemingly embedded into his very being. Trapping him, making him do things he didn’t truly want.

Because while he did want to play, his whole being howling to finally, finally have a real opponent, there was just one single thing he wanted more. To not be alone again.

Yet the Toymaker played against someone else for the very first time, and he lost.

And for the second time, all was consumed in his grief and rage, including that fragile little mortal he had wished so desperately to keep.

They were the first of many to end this way.

 

He still feels like that wretched creature sometimes, feels that terrible lonely fear bubbling over into rage, screaming at him to trap what he loves so that it may never leave him. But especially in moments like these, all his lovers close, so full of life and light, warming him simply by being in his vicinity, that part of him is easy to ignore. Why would he listen to it, and risk his partners’ happiness? They’ve already given him more than he deserves, and if they ever choose to leave him, he will understand. He shuts out the howling voice of that lonely child, imprisons it in the darkest corners of his being, so that it may never see the light of day again.

 

The Doctor’s hand in his hair brings him back to the present, asking for his attention in the gentlest of ways.

“Babe? There’s something I’ve been meaning to say.”

“And what is zhat, Doktor?” he replies, letting real curiosity color his voice.

The Doctor is silent for a long moment, regarding him with an expression more serious than the Toymaker has become used to. His eyes betray vulnerability, looking almost… sad.

“I… I’m sorry. When we first met, I only saw the threat in you. I didn’t take the time to listen, and I keep thinking – maybe if I did, I would have realized sooner that all you needed was a chance.”

The Toymaker tenses. “No need to worry about that, mein Liebling.”

And there really isn’t. He’s perfectly happy now, happier than he’s ever been, and he owes all that to the Doctor, who had freed him.

“I do though. I never even thought to ask what it was like for you.”


Despite his best efforts, the Doctor’s words take him back. Way back, to the very beginning.

Back when the universe was still young, and the squirming vermin that somehow passed for life had first started becoming sentient, a new behavior had been invented. Something the young universe had never witnessed before - play. And with this new behavior, something else suddenly existed as well. A deity for it. Him, the god of play, champion of games.

There had been no loving parents, no handholding. He didn’t exist, and then, quite suddenly, he did.

Sometimes he wonders what it might have been like, if there had been someone to show him kindness, affection. Someone to watch over him with interest and benevolence.

He also wonders what it would have been like, had he been able to reach these new and interesting lifeforms. Would he have nurtured them, become their friend? Would he have helped them create fun little games, played with them, witnessed their conquest of the universe as a proud mentor?

He will never know. Because, as if by some cruel joke of the universe, the entity that loved play, needed it to live, had popped into existence not in the universe itself, but in an awful, lonely void, so cold that it froze him from the inside out since day one. A place even his nigh infinite power could not help him escape.

This void was so dark, so lonely, so utterly empty that it broke him. Yet what was he to do, a being so eternal that it couldn’t die even if it wanted to. He put himself together again every time he broke, again and again and again, each time less kind and warm than before. Warmth couldn’t survive in a place like this, and neither could kindness.

All he could do, all he did, was play. He created games, brand new and exciting, billions of them. And he played them, alone, as well as he could.

He built something, the toyroom - a fun world, filled with toys and games and  anything else he could think of. But all the bright and fun colors of the world couldn’t fight off the dread of the void encroaching, eating up all joy and snuffing out all light.

The Toymaker shivers, forcing a smile. “It was what it was. Nicht worth the mention.”

How silly, that he would feel cold, despite no longer being in that place. How utterly silly.

The Doctor doesn’t look very convinced, gaze searching for his. He looks very much like he wants to say more. The Toymaker isn’t sure whether he can take that, so he quickly blurts out “I had mein games, and you know there isn’t much else I care about.”

Rogue, who up until now had been listening with a deepening frown, lays a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright. There’s no need to pretend. You don’t have to be fine all the time.”
Rogue’s touch, gentle and warm, burns like a brand. Makes the cold stand out even more, sharpens the terror settled so deeply in his bones, like poison. He shakes it off.

“I know what it’s like. Being trapped all alone in a barren place, with no hope of escape. With no joy, no friends, nothing to live for. It was absolutely horrible for me, I was very close to giving up hope when the Doctor found me. And I was only there for a little while, compared to you. I can’t imagine what it must have been like…”
He laughs, the sound sounding too harsh to be coming from his own throat. Too mocking for who he’s supposed to be now. “That’s because you’re mortal, darling.” Without meaning to, he’s slipped into his British accent. It’s less personal than his german one, less playful.

The flash of hurt on Rogue’s face feels like a knife being stabbed into his nonexistent heart.

“A mortal mind isn’t meant for something like that. It’s only natural that it hurt you. I, however, am not mortal.” He smiles, sends a teasing wink Rogue’s way. “Easy to forget when you get distracted by my pretty face, ich weiß.”

Rogue rolls his eyes and the Doctor huffs in amusement. “Oh yeah, he’s definitely fine, if he can drop lines like that.”

The Toymaker’s smile widens another fraction, turning cheeky. He blows a playful kiss in the Doctor’s direction, delighting in the fact that the Doctor mimes catching it.

He clings to that spark of delight, pushing away all the terror, the bad memories, the hurt. He’s no longer in that horrible place, and if he can help it, he never will be again.

He’s fine. Everything is going so well. He just needs to keep up his smile, and remember to keep breathing, keep blinking, keep moving like a human, or perhaps a timelord would.

With two of his partners successfully distracted, the Toymaker turns to the third, who is suspiciously quiet, and has been this whole time.

The Master’s expression is empty, maybe deliberately so. His eyes are dark, his heavy gaze making the Toymaker feel… seen.

He can’t know, can he? How awful it has truly been? The things he has done, the person he was forced to be?

That he still gets scared sometimes, like a pathetic child?

 

The Toymaker ducks his head, avoiding his lover’s gaze.

[itzphynix]

I was actually on the Wayback to find an art I was proud of. This isn't the finished piece -- the canvas was very long, I think I did shading & lighting for once, & it had this huuge jet of flame coming from their hand. I was so proud of that art, & I still think it's nice.

Who's up lamenting on the Wayback?

[minyboy]

Let's destroy fun together.

[allophonicmess]

Time and Time again - Part 2

14th Doctor x reader / mentioned 15th x reader

Masterlist

Full version cross-posted on Ao3

The Doctor is struggling after the Bi-regeneration. It only seems logical for you to move on with the next version of him. So why do you stay?

Established relationship

Timelord!wife reader

Mostly jealous 14th! Doctor and angst but balanced out with fluff.

The 25 of December 2023, Christmas day

 "Okay, but I have to ask. Why two wedding bands?" Rose leaned over to you, eyes moving between your wedding rings and your face. On your left ring finger was a thin, twisted band adorned with a clear gem. On the right a wider band decorated in fine Gallifreyan symbols.

"It's an old tradition." You chuckled. "Two rings-"

"For two hearts?" She finished for you, smiling softly at the idea of the intricate gesture.

"Yep, exactly." You laughed softly, squeezing her hand under the table. The Doctor sat opposite you, next to Donna and Shaun. The table was set beautifully with Christmas decorations, lights and candles. The new Doctor had been right about the roast, complementing the Noble-Temple household for their magnificent cooking.

"Aww, that's so sweet!" Rose marvelled, gasping at Doctor. He blushed softly, suddenly very interested in the bits of carrots on his plate. 

"One for each heart? I thought that whole ring to the heart idea is an American thing?" Shaun wondered, looking between you two and the others at the table.

"Well, actually-"The Doctor started, setting his cutlery in an attempt to create a rhetorical pause. You chuckled at his antics. You loved his storytelling. His expressiveness and capturing performance. You leaned back a little, watching the family around you, focusing on him with curious expressions. 

"Many human cultural practices are adopted from alien contact." He casually crossed his arms, basking in the attention like a cat in warm sunlight. "Weddings themselves. Imported from the Bisianth. Inquisitive creatures, birdlike, like um-"

He went on with his tale, pretending to think about the proper expression. 

"Like ostriches." You offered, leaning your elbow on the table to cover your grin. He loved it even more when you joined in. A team effort at wowing the company.

"Yes! Ostriches! Thank you, love." He laughed.

Rose smirked at you suggestively. She had grown close to you and your partner over the last few weeks. She loved each and every story about your adventures, fascinated by what is out there. She felt connected to you in a way that only the Doctor was. She was so much wiser and grown than her age allowed for. 

"And what about them? You were explaining about the rings," Sylvia interjected. She was quick to notice the Doctor drifting off from his original story.  

"Hm? Oh well, they bond for life. Ostriches, I mean. And Bisianth-"

He was lost in thought for a moment. Eyebrows furrowed, and gaze focused on the light of one of the candles. He remained silent for another moment. The humans at the table became slightly concerned at his sudden stop and change in demeanour. 

He blinked a few times, shaking his head slightly. He seemed to have lost the plot, so you stepped in.

"They bond for life as do timelords. But our culture does so at a deeper level since death is a more, let's say, abstract concept." You explained simply, sipping from your glass and gently smiling at the others.

"And on that note, we'll ask you to excuse us. Someone here is still woozy from their Bi-regeneration and needs to sleep." You explained, finishing your drink and smiling at Donna. 

"I thought timelords don't sleep…" Donna explained, looking at you and the Doctor quizzingly. 

"I don't need sleep" The Doctor replied with a scoff. "Just a little bit for regeneration sickness, but I'm fine, so-"

He stopped talking when he saw your and Donna's doubtful expressions. 

Rose spoke up after a moment of awkward silence, "Looks like that's something you can work on." she joked, getting up to help the others gather the plates and cutlery. You gave a soft laugh, sharing a knowing look until she rounded the corner to the kitchen. You also got up, pushing your chair to the table and walking around to meet the Doctor. 

"As I said, Dinner was fantastic. Thank you so much, Donna, all of you." You called a little louder to make sure that all of them heard. 

They had taken you in without any questions. You instantly became family and integrated with them as if it had been like this from the beginning. You were happy to have helped them when UNIT came in to fix the Noble-Temple's house after what happened with the Meep. The house had to be cleared and empty for repairs, so the whole family moved in with you. They spend 2 weeks living with you in the Tardis. It was a delight, the fascination they felt, and it finally gave you a chance to organize and relocate the rooms. In the end, you finally had a functioning kitchen, a proper bedroom for you and enough set guestrooms for a full-on family trip. The Doctor also enjoyed the new proper setup, even though he tried not to show it.

"Of course, darling. "Donna smiled, watching happily as you sneaked an arm around the Doctor's waist. His reaction was instantaneous, leaning into you and placing his arm around you, smoothing his thumb over your arm. You were good for him. Always have been. But your relatively stationary position on earth only allowed for a few visits and meetings between you and the Doctor. You had travelled with him every once and again but mainly took care of earth, protecting it when he was gone. 

"Now get this one to bed. He's losing focus again, and I'm not going to let him sleep on the couch again. Not after all that complaining last time." She replied, pretending to sound strict and fed up. The Doctor had tried to sit through a binge-watching session with Rose, trying to build that proper Uncle-Niece relationship early on. But even a timelord has no chance against the hyperfocus and messed up sleep schedule of a 15-year-old. So he spent the night sleeping on the couch in an almost impossible position and proceeded to complain about his back for the next week. 

"Eh, I'm fine. And I didn't complain." He scoffed, "But I won't fight with this one here." He pecked a kiss on your head, pulling you into his side. 

"So, have a good night!" He called into the house, smiling softly at the "thank-you!"' s  and "you-too!"' s  that came from the kitchen and hallway.

He took in the moment, that easy joy he felt. He was surprised at how happy these small things made him. Dinner with the family, a game of cards, gardening, or simply watching the others with a cuppa in hand. It felt good, a joy that didn't need a grand entrance or having to save a civilization. Just life.

He took your hand and gently led you out towards the terrace, the garden, and into the blue box you called home. He opened the door for you, letting you inside while smiling at you with soft admiration. You thanked him, listening to his soft-soled steps as he followed you inside. You threw your jacket over one of the railings and approached the upper level. 

But you paused at the door when you noticed he didn't follow.

"Are you coming?" You leaned onto the upper railing, watching him flip a few switches at the controls and studying one of the screens intensely. It took him a moment to answer, looking up at you. "Yeah, I'll be there in a second. Get settled already." 

His focus shifted back towards the controls. He even took out his glasses, all attention on the screen.

You smiled at him and made your way towards the bedroom. You changed into your nightwear, brushed your teeth and settled under the soft duvet. With closed eyes, you focused on the steady hum of the Tardis. It was like breathing, a soft whining that sounded like home to you. 

Soft rustling and a gentle tug on the duvet made you open your eyes again. The Doctor slipped under the covers next to you. He laid on his back and immediately lifted his arm to let you rest your head on his chest. He let out a long sigh, lowering his arm as your head came down over his right heart and gently running his fingers over your back and arm. You closed your eyes, letting out a sigh of your own and relaxing as the sound of his heartbeats drew you in. You hummed softly, just enjoying the moment and running your hand over the cotton of his shirt. Your hand consistently over his other heart. 

"Why did you stay?" He whispered, almost as if too afraid to ask you out loud. Ever since that kiss with the new version, he had been thinking about it. It only seemed logical for you to keep going and settling in with the new Doctor. Especially since that one seemed to do so much better than he did.

You slowly lifted your head and turned to look at him properly. The lines on his face seemed more prominent in the soft orange light of the Tardis night setting. 

"Why wouldn't I stay?" you ask, your hand gently smoothed through his hair. You felt him relax under you. Melt into your touch like candle wax. 

He remained silent, eyes closed and quietly enjoying your touch. Then he breathed in deeply, licking his lower lip before focusing on your eyes with a stern look.

"He is better than me. In so many ways." He gently shook his head. "A younger body, the charisma, that smile. Oh, that damned grin. How dare he-"He gritted his teeth, his eyes moving away from you to focus on some random spot in the room. Anywhere, really, he regretted starting the conversation. He knew it was silly, but he needed to know. 

"And he seems to be so much better. Lighter…” 

"Healed." You interjected. Holding his chin to bring his attention back to you. You knew that you two would have this talk. You always had these types of discussions after he met other versions of himself. Especially the younger ones. Being with 12 had been a real challenge in that sense. 

"He is healed. Because he stopped running." You smooth over the lines on his forehead. Caused by so much thinking and worrying. 

"He stopped and faced his past. And that hurts, but it's the only way to keep going." You kissed his eyebrow that dared to lower in confusion to your statement.

"He stopped and reflected, spending his time with life's little joys. And over time, it helped him to become better. To lose that baggage." You saw the tears starting to well up in his eyes. He tried to look away again, but you kept your eyes on him.

"It's okay, Doctor. Let it out. You don't have to keep your emotions shut away." You encouraged him softly, feeling your own tears welling. It felt like a relief to feel his tears soak into your shirt. It was a first step.

He sat up slightly, pulling into a tight embrace and burying his face in your neck. You just held him, both of you letting your tears flow. 

After a moment, you laugh softly, "See, this is what made you become him." Turning your head to kiss his cheek.

He sniffed softly, "Yeah?" "Yeah. And I'll be here for it. Every step of the way." You gently pushed him back onto the bed, resting on his chest again, both hands placed on his cheeks. 

"And when this run ends, I'll be there for the next chapter." You kissed him slowly, feeling his desperation as he kissed you back. His lips moved softly against yours, and he moved his hands to hold your face like you had his. 

"Hopefully, with this face, but who knows. Maybe I'll have a new face by then, and you'll have to be clever to find me in the crowd. No, wait-" You stopped to think about the exact workings of time in your situation. "You'll know the new face 'cause you were here before. Oh, I wanted to have you work for it. At least once." You sighed dramatically before going for another kiss. 

He chuckled softly. "What are you on about?" the Doctor said, shaking his head softly. "We split. It's me and him from the point of Bi-Regeneration and onwards."

You stared at him momentarily, dumbfounded that he hadn't figured it out. You laughed, sitting up and looking at him with mischief.

"Is that how you think Bi-Regeneration works?" You giggled, watching his confused face. 

"Well... Yeah! What else should be happening? It's two time-strands opening. I've got this once, and he's off doing new version things!" His hasty and offended answers made you laugh even harder. 

"See, that is why I was at the academy and learned the proper stuff while you just went  and stole a Tardis." You calmed down, still giggling but moving back towards him. 

"This here is a time loop, silly." You peck a kiss on his nose. "You remain in this form till you regenerate, and then it's back to the rooftop, love." You grinned, watching gleefully as his 'Oh, now I understand' – expression took over his face. 

He blinked, thinking for a moment, and you watched him quietly, a knowing smile on your lips.

"That's where he took off to. That's why he was in a hurry to leave!" He grinned triumphantly. He pulled you into a deep kiss, holding you close as he celebrated his achievement. You pushed yourself off him slowly," Now you have got to remember the date, Kensington Park, the 12 of June 2023. Italian Gardens." 

"And bring some Ice cream?"

You held his cheek, gently smoothing over his skin.

 "You know it, darling."

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[littlest-nightingale]

10th Doctor agere thoughts bc I am not immune to the Doctor, apparently:

The regressor equivalent of a huge dog who doesn't realize he isn't a little lapdog anymore

Seriously he's gonna give his cgs a concussion if he isn't careful

Every one of his companions end up as his caregiver sooner or later

Very quickly switches between perfectly fine and having a panic attack. He's very,,,, fragile, when he's regressed.

He's also incredibly clingy. Please don't leave, please don't leave him, he doesn't want to be alone again =[

He sometimes goes through phases where he convinces himself that he's better off without a cg, because he knows he'll end up alone eventually and figures it's better not to get attached to someone he knows isn't going to be with him forever. Those phases never last more than a week.

He's so much lighter than he should be, or at least he's lighter than he looks like he should be, so it's easy for him to be carried around. Unfortunately he's very. Limbs. He's so lanky that his regressed brain isn't quite sure what to do with his limbs.

Do not let him anywhere near the control panel of the TARDIS. The last thing everyone needs is a toddler aged timelord running around medieval Germany or something. [Because yes, he will try to use the TARDIS while small, if he's bored enough, and yes, he has done it before and it ended very poorly.]

He's fascinated by makeup I think. He's fascinated by a lot of things humans do, but I think he would like makeup. Rose and Martha have both done his makeup on several occasions =D

Hyper! He's got sooooo much energy most of the time and gets very bored in the TARDIS. Goes to the park quite a lot. Martha is working on getting him to not dig holes in the ground. Yes, worms are fun and all, but please don't tear up the grass looking for them, we're on public property.

Has toys but not because he wants to play with them, but because he wants to take them apart.

Doesn't care about the stigma around regression at all. He's an alien with a time travelling police box, why would he? Honestly, his regression is the most normal part about him. So yeah, he's going to go play on that playground even though he's physically a grown man, and he isn't going to give a fuck about the people watching.

He likes to bring stuff to his cg/companion, like how cats bring you dead animals, so his companions end up with a lot of cool sticks and shiny coins and acorns and feathers and whatever else he just happens to find on the street.

I think a dog would be good for him. He needs a friend to help him burn off energy, and also that mental image is adorable, so I'd imagine that he ends up frequenting local shelters a lot, just to keep the dogs company

Forgets to eat until he's actually starving, at which point he becomes really whiny until he gets something in his system