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I logged off tumblr yesterday and forgot about the boops

Came back on today to several which I cannot boop back, thank you for the boops and sorry for not returning them! 😭

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WHO WANTS A BOOP

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Me: I want 14th doctor whump

Also Me: *sees this exclusive clip*

He literally licks something and looks like he's about to choke. Please wild blue yonder give us some 14 whump 🙏 what do you think guys? Think we'll get some food?

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Even though 14 is played by David tennant and very similar to 10, after 1 episode I already wanna see him whumped lol

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Why is it that as soon as I post on here I fuckin find it? In case anyone is interested:

Bloodborne by Ellijay: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12197175/1/Bloodborne

Trying again to find a whump fic I remember but can't find.

Tenth doctor whump, crossover with torchwood, the doctor gets kidnapped by a band of like 5 plasmavores. Not sure if it's on whofic or ff.net, but I honestly can't remember the title, or author. It's very whumpy and I want to reread it so desperately 😭

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Trying again to find a whump fic I remember but can't find.

Tenth doctor whump, crossover with torchwood, the doctor gets kidnapped by a band of like 5 plasmavores. Not sure if it's on whofic or ff.net, but I honestly can't remember the title, or author. It's very whumpy and I want to reread it so desperately 😭

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La Grippe - part 2

commission for @cafelatte100 , inspired by a GO fic writen by @lady-wallace

here’s the link to the fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21266963

and here’s the link to the first part

https://pinkpiggy93.tumblr.com/post/610952613331075072/this-is-a-go-comic-commission-for

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This is a GO comic commission for @cafelatte100 inspired by a fic called ‘La Grippe’ writen by @lady-wallace.

I ensure you, the story is heart wrenching and took many of my tears when i read and drew this. You have been warned XD.

Here’s the link to the fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21266963

There will be a second part to this 

https://pinkpiggy93.tumblr.com/post/610952975953854464/la-grippe-part-2-commission-for-cafelatte100

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I've joined yet another fandom that David Tennant has played a character role in...

Good Omens. 😈😇❤️

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Dizzy whumpees

Unable to sit up in bed at all

Feeling nauseous and like they're going to pass out at the same time when sitting up

Feeling light headed and "floaty"

Unable to eat anything because they're too nauseous or just too dizzy to sit up enough to eat

Feeling scared because they've never felt dizziness like this before

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So uh, I was messing with chatgpt out of curiosity...and it spat this out. Enjoy?

The 10th Doctor, a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, was known for his quick wit, boundless energy, and fearless adventuring. However, even a Time Lord is not immune to the occasional bout of illness. As luck would have it, the Doctor had come down with a fever, leaving him weak and vulnerable. Fortunately, his trusty companion Donna Noble was there to take care of him.

Donna had been traveling with the Doctor for some time, and she knew him well. She could tell that something was off from the way he was shivering and sweating, despite the fact that the TARDIS was set to a balmy temperature. She took his temperature and confirmed her suspicions: the Doctor had a fever.

"Don't worry, Doctor," she said, trying to sound reassuring. "I'll take care of you."

The Doctor, normally so independent and self-sufficient, looked grateful and relieved. "Thank you, Donna," he said weakly.

Donna sprang into action, bringing the Doctor a cool cloth for his forehead and a cup of tea. She insisted that he stay in bed while she went to the TARDIS's medical supplies to find something to help him feel better.

She returned with a small bottle of medication, which she carefully administered to the Doctor. She then tucked him in and sat by his side, keeping him company while he drifted in and out of sleep.

As the hours passed, Donna continued to care for the Doctor. She brought him food, made sure he was drinking plenty of water, and checked his temperature regularly. Despite feeling unwell himself, the Doctor couldn't help but be impressed by Donna's dedication and care.

"You really are the best," he said to her as she helped him take his medicine. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Donna smiled. "Don't worry, Doctor. I'm not going anywhere."

Eventually, the Doctor's fever broke and he started to feel more like himself. He thanked Donna for her help and told her that he was ready to get back to adventuring. But even as he got up and stretched, he couldn't help but feel grateful for Donna's care and attention.

"Thank you, Donna," he said again. "You really are the best."

Donna just grinned. "I know."

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Okay so I did a drabble for this, Idk some au where Donna is fine post Journeys end and Jack joins them. Tis under the “keep reading”. (Maybe I’ll do more/expand on it if people like it?)

"Shhh, it's okay Doc'" Jack says, pressing the cold flannel against the Doctor's flushed face. He only gets a small whimper in response with a shiver.

Jack looks up to see Donna walking as fast as she can back into the doctor's room with a large bowl of water. Several ice cubes clink together as the water threatens to spill over the edge and onto the floor. "Bloody ice machine thing wouldn't work for me, took a couple of tries." She says.

Her hair is a mess with her ponytail falling out. She and Jack had been up for hours now trying to get his fever down.

She wants to ask if there's any change, even if it has only been a few minutes. But she doesn't, she can see there hasn't. In fact it almost seems as if he's gotten even worse.

"This should help," Jack says. Donna isn't sure if it's directed to her or him. 

Jack dips the flannel he'd been dabbing the doctors face with into the icy water. He barely squeezes it out before he's mopping his brow again with it. The Doctor jolts for a second as it touches his skin, feeling like tiny needles until the heat of his fever dulls the cold. 

He blearily looks up at the golden outlined wrong but not wrong blob that he knows is Jack. He thinks Donna is somewhere nearby too, heard her cursing out his ice machine. He knows he's probably scaring them. Maybe. He can't really tell anymore between the constant shivers and battle of fire and ice under his skin. So much burning. Just like on the pentallion. Like gallifrey. Like regenerat- oh God it hurt.

Jack looks up again at Donna, lowering his voice as much as he can, "I think its time we get Martha. This fever's really out of control." 

Her heart drops into her stomach. She rushes from his room. The TARDIS had thankfully moved his room as close to the console room as she could. She stumbles over her own feet on the way. When she approaches the console, she hits a purple button off to the side. The doctor had designed it specifically for situations like these, right after he'd taken a Glutuxian bite and collapsed 4 months ago. 

The TARDIS churns to life, albeit a bit roughly and knocking her onto her backside. On the monitor she sees the automatic messaging system he'd programmed to send a heads up text to Martha. With another jolt Donna knows they've landed. 

Just a few minutes later and the door opens from Martha using her key. She wastes no time in asking, "What's he gotten himself into this time?"

Her voice shakes, "he was fine one minute, and then he was burning up. Oh Martha it's bad." 

"Show me."

Donna leads her to the hallway, and the first door on the left. She doesn't need to knock and opens it.

Martha walks in ahead of her to assess the situation.

The Doctor is laid on his bed, eyes shut and brow furrowed. His cheeks are flushed crimson red. Hes panting softly while Jack presses a flannel to his brow. He's shivering hard. His suit jacket and shirt are tossed on the floor, leaving him in just his t-shirt. She'd never seen him this ill before. Donna was right. It was bad. 

She moves to his side and cups his cheek, "Doctor, hey."

He struggles to open his eyes but when he does they're half cracked, dull and glassy.

"There you are," she says.

"Wh…" Is all he manages to get out. 

"Jack asked Donna to get me. Remember the purple button you programmed into the TARDIS before?"

It takes him several moments to answer her with a small nod.

"It did its job and got me. Don't you worry now, we'll get you sorted," she says.

A's fever is through the roof. They are sleepy, dazed, and in so much pain. They can do nothing but shiver violently under their blankets, burning up yet chilled to the bone.

B keeps pressing cold washcloths to A's head, whispering sweet nothings and trying to comfort A through their hallucinations.

C keeps going back and forth, bringing ice and cold water and doing their best to assist B, looking incredibly worried.

A is shivering so much that they start getting painful cramps, and tears start rolling down their flaming cheeks.

B turns to C, in a hushed whisper. "I think it's time to call the doctor. Fever's getting out of control."

C just nods, darting out of the room with their heart breaking for poor A.

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A's fever is through the roof. They are sleepy, dazed, and in so much pain. They can do nothing but shiver violently under their blankets, burning up yet chilled to the bone.

B keeps pressing cold washcloths to A's head, whispering sweet nothings and trying to comfort A through their hallucinations.

C keeps going back and forth, bringing ice and cold water and doing their best to assist B, looking incredibly worried.

A is shivering so much that they start getting painful cramps, and tears start rolling down their flaming cheeks.

B turns to C, in a hushed whisper. "I think it's time to call the doctor. Fever's getting out of control."

C just nods, darting out of the room with their heart breaking for poor A.

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No ok but a caretaker gently shushing a feverish and delirious whumpee will NEVER fail to Fuck Me Up. Maybe it's paired with the dabbing of a damp cloth against their overheated forehead, or a soft "oh honey no, that's not what I meant," when scared and confused tears form in the whumpee''s eyes, or maybe just a quiet and tired "hush now, go to sleep," after hearing the whumpee ramble half-coherently for an hour.... it eats me alive

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My brain non stop for the past couple of weeks keeps screaming for more and more tenth doctor whump and I cannot satiate it enough. Help 😂