#ginger-tea-on-the-tardis

[ambertea]

16, 26, 36 <3

Hi Abbey omg!!!! <3

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

To be honest I've not been feeling great today! But I've bought myself an Easter Egg to sort that out 😂

26: What are you craving right now?

I want a cup of tea but then I'll have to.............get up..........hm

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Unless I love you with all my heart you're getting no second chances soz

[fictionalinfinity]

POV, please!

Hello! Thanks for the ask!

The Doctor dropped the mallet to the floor lamely and took a step back, sizing up the sparking console. "I... she... I don't know. Something's gone very, very wrong. It's like her time sense has disappeared! She won't even register the coordinates!"

Rose walked up beside him, frowning. He could practically feel the anxiousness oozing off of her. "How bad's that, then?"

"Bad. Something must have damaged it when we fell into the parallel universe. That still doesn’t explain the black ooze… Argh, focus! No time!” He chastised himself. “She won’t land, but we can’t stay in the vortex either. With the state of things, we’d risk falling into the void. Think, Doctor, think!”

“Can we use one of those… Emergency Protocols, or whatever?”

The Doctor paused, running through the Emergency Protocols he had saved to the data core. Rose's idea was a good one, but as he reached the end of the list he knew it wouldn't save them. Unless...

"No, but you've given me an idea. Give me your phone!"

[scoopsgf]

heeeey happy birthday beedee!!! 💐✨💗🎂🌻💖

THANK YOUUUU ILY!!!!

[kelkat9]

congratulations on getting your work published!! that's so exciting!

My hands are shaking LOL.  I’ve busted my butt for this and it’s been a 5 year journey for me.  Hugs you and everyone in the DW fic community!

[kurokoros]

f for the alphabet asks!

I'm not a huge dialogue writer, but when I am, it's usually snarky back and forth. The Cowboy Bebop!au I started (and then abandoned oops) way back in February has a few dialogue scenes I really like.

“How long has it been since we saw each other?” Oikawa asks him, clasping his hands together on his desk, head tilted to one side in thought.

“Almost two years.” Kuroo eyes the chair before sitting on it and stretching out like an overgrown housecat. “Back on Ganymede. When everything was going to shit.”

Oikawa hums low under his breath. His gaze seems to darken with the memory. The room feels colder suddenly. Heavier. Oikawa watches as Kuroo absently spins one of the rings decorating his fingers. He changes the subject. “You’re working with a team now. I suppose you always were a natural leader.”

Kuroo shrugs—grits his teeth. “I keep picking up strays. Bad habit.” He nods towards the paperwork shoved to one side of the desk, piles in various states of disarray. A small crack in the façade Oikawa likes to put on. “How’s the casino these days?”

It doesn’t catch him off guard like Kuroo hoped. Oikawa’s brows furrow, his smile slipping. “You don’t care about my business ventures.”

“You don’t care who I’m working with so long as they aren’t after you,” Kuroo counters.

[saecookie]

just popping in to say NORTH AND SOUTH IS GOOD ACTUALLY... the hand touching... the social commentary... the costumes...

The music... the time taken on each shot... the voices... the tone......... the smirks.................... 

[paigenotblank]

oh my goodness, happy birthday! ����🌸🎂 hope i'm not too late. 😅 and i also hope your day is/was/will be as wonderful as you!

Thanks! Not too late! It is still my birthday, and I do like to stretch it over the week anyway. :D

[paulxlahotee]

happy birthday!! ✨🎉

thank youuuu!!!!!!! 💞💞💞

[jefflion]

💔: give a brief character bio of your 3-5 MCs!

Étienne A clockmaker’s apprentice in revolutionary Paris. Obsessed with science and clockmaking. Known to spend time in the shop and not among people. Lives in a small room in the attic. Kind of clueless about everyday stuff. Will have to face a very different kind of a clock.  Pauline  Young woman searching for her missing uncle in 1792 Paris. Prone to anxiety and reckless decisions. Is actually a time traveler from our time (her uncle got lost in the time of the French Revolution and she rushed to rescue him). Now is stranded in the past and needs to find a way to go back. Named after Pauline Léon (and my hamster, Polina RIP), but the name doesn’t feel right so I will probably change it. 

Julien  Étienne’s best friend and a young revolutionary™ (or tries to be). Bisexual disaster. Nearsighted. Very obviously and madly in love with Étienne but does nothing about it. Has Strong Opinions. 

[lostinfic]

my brain is overwhelmed with self-indulgent daydreams, but the current fixation is rose as a mermaid. i've been living in ninerose land, but any doctor will do. any universe, any rating!

Underwater life

Nine x Rose | Rated E | 744 words

cw: post-Time War suicidal thoughts (I swear, it’s happier than it sounds)

Definitely inspired by the Rose “prequel” RTD posted yesterday.

Send me your most self-indulgent prompts

The Moment has played a dirty trick on him. A trick he’s not ready to forgive. He was not supposed to survive. Rage burns inside of him, bright as regeneration energy. Rage at the Moment, at Time Lords and Daleks. Rage at himself. He doesn’t deserve to survive.

There is a strange lucidity to his actions. Not unlike when he gripped the handle and pulled it down, sealing the faith of his home planet. It feels distant now.

He discards his now too-small clothes and trades them for somber, simpler ones. He sets the coordinates. He’s never been to that planet, but it has what he needs. The Tardis doesn’t protest. She’s grieving too. And he waits. His mind is empty. He can’t feel them anymore. He’s empty.

The Tardis materializes.

“Once I’ve opened the doors, just leave,” he tells his ship. 

He pats a coral strut and swallows thickly.

Standing in front of the doors, he breathes in oxygen for the last time.

Salt water rushes in, flooding the control room. The Doctor fights the current and steps out on the ocean floor. 

Sun rays don’t shine this far down. He’s weightless in the cold dark. It’s so quiet.So peaceful. Even this, he doesn’t deserve. 

Soon, his respiratory bypass system will kick in, but it won’t last. Even if he regenerates, he’s too deep, the next him will drown too. And the next one. And the next one. Until he’s all out. 

He closes his eyes.

He lets go.

Then there’s a tap on his shoulder. 

His limbs flail. Panic sets in. He can’t breath. There’s something. Someone. A hand grips his. Oxygen deprivation. Hallucinations. 

He’s carried by the hand, up or down, left or right, there’s no way to tell. Water glides around him, fast.

There’s light in the distance. A sunrise from the ocean floor.  And it’s the last thing he sees before losing consciousness. An angel and light at the end of the tunnel— humans were right.

There are lips on his. Not a kiss. Breath. Air. Pushed into his lungs.

The Doctor’s eyes fly open. He coughs water. The air has never smelled so sweet, not even on Tranekaer.

“Hello.”

The owner of the lips. A young woman with the kindest eyes he’s ever seen. Her blond hair drips over her bare shoulders and her bare— Oh. The Doctor quickly averts his eyes.

“Wha’? Never seen a mermaid before?”

“Mermaid?”

He allows his gaze to take her in. The pale, almost iridescent, skin of her torso. Fins like chiffon trims across her ribs. A slender waist, the curve of hips, and then scales, in pinks and reds, tapering into a tail. Right out of a fairy tale. 

She smooths her wavy hair away from her neck, exposing gils right under her ears.

“Fantastic!” The Doctor laughs— a nasal laugh, he notices. 

“You sure are in a good mood for a bloke who nearly drowned.”

“Nine hundred years and I’ve never met a mermaid. I thought you were just a myth.”

The universe still has surprises in store for him. Something like hope sparks in his chest.

“Hold on,” he says, feeling the flat surface underneath him, “I thought Bahari was a waterworld. Only oceans.”

It’s what saved them from the war, Daleks would have turned to rust here.

“It is. But some of us like to lounge in the sun, so we built islands.”

The Doctor lies back down, arms crossed under his head. Day stars twinkle in the sky. Sun rays caress his face, the face he has yet to see. 

“I’m Rose, by the way,” the mermaid says.

“I’m the Doctor.”

“Are you a space traveler?”

He nods, and she gasps with delight.

Could a mermaid travel in space? The thought surprises him. But there’s something of an adventurer in her, he can feel it. A kindred spirit. Could the Tardis— “My ship!”

He sits right up.

“It’s still underwater, I think,” Rose says. It was locked, I couldn’t get you inside. Your crew must be looking for you.”

Her words stab his hearts.

“No crew. There’s no one left.”

And perhaps she saw the cloak of grief descend on his shoulders, for she says, “There’s me.” And there is something, in that shy smile of hers, an offer that momentarily soothes every ache in his bones. She doesn’t know anything about what he’s just done. She saved him. Gave him a second chance. Or at least a respite. 

“Would you like to see my world?” she offers. 

“Yes, I would.”

She cups his cheek tenderly. Her hand is cold, but her gaze is warm. “Take a deep breath, Doctor.”

She kisses him, once more breathing life into him.

[eccleston]

🌻🌻🌻

Three flowers. Three things.

I’ve been peppered sprayed, and tear gassed, but not tased because of scheduling conflicts. Got out of that one! 😆 

Before I got married my last name was 13 letters long. I quickly learned that in the military having a long last name is like an instant shield. No drill sergeants wanted to yell at the alphabet when there was somebody named Smith right there instead. BTW, Alphabet is what they called somebody with a long last name that they didn’t want to try to pronounce.

Grenade launchers are fun to shoot.

send me a 🌻 and I’ll tell you whatever the f I want

[ambertea]

for the september prompts... doctorrose (any doctor you choose!) + bonfire and harvest moon 🍁🧡

hiiiiii you sent me this a very very long time ago but guess what, I wrote something at last.

harvest moons and rocket ships (tentoo/rose)

The fire was crackling loudly into the air, and Rose had the oddest urge to run her fingers through it. It had grown larger through the night—the gentle flame reaching higher and higher towards the sky.

The night was unusually light, lit by the beaming moon, almost like a torchlight. It made the stars fade and blur into the sky, and more than ever, she felt separated from the universe she had once searched with such desperation.

So intent was she in her stargazing, she almost didn’t notice the Doctor come and plop himself next to her on the dew-stained grass.

“I made us cheese sandwiches,” he announced proudly, brandishing what could only be described as a lump of tinfoil.

“Did you remember the bread this time?”

He groaned and dropped the tinfoil on the ground. “No.”

“That’s alright,” she laughed, snatching it back up and peeling it open. A clump of cheese and butter looked up at her sadly. “This will be fine.”

(read on ao3)

[megabadbunny]

you didn't ask for this so i'm sorry to come into your asks and cry on your carpets but. every time i feel like this fandom is finally freeing me from its unearthly clutches. i remember reading along the darken'd valley for the first time and i lose my fucking marbles all over again. you are a true artist also i'm politely asking that you release me from this emotional prison 😂

lololol awwwww thank you very much for this lovely message. you are very sweet. i cannot, however, free you from this prison, as i too am languishing there, going mildly feral anytime i so much as see a glimpse of tenrose/tentoorose/ninerose or anything even remotely related. the second i’ve wriggled free from my shippy shackles, i think about the dark road in stolen earth, the kiss in journey’s end, the Looks these idiots give each other, and all the magnificent fanfic i’ve ever read, and before i know it the shackles have mysteriously slipped right back over my wrists. we’re just going to have to suffer in this prison together, i’m afraid! :’D

[lotsofthinkythoughts]

hogwarts au? hogwarts au. tell me about rose (and the doctor? and charley?) at hogwarts!

Oh Abbey, bless you for just sending me asks based on the nonsense I’m already spewing at you. Here have 300 words of nonsense. --

“So, what do they say?” 

“The tea leaves?”

“No, the apples I’m about to throw at your head.”  Rose rolled her eyes from her perch in the apple tree behind Hagrid’s hut. They’d been coming down here to study since first year, when she’d been so desperately behind in History of Magic and needed a distraction to keep herself focused.

“Well, I suspect they’ll say something on the order of ‘What a bonehead.’“ 

Charley snorted from where she was sprawled to his left, a wide berth left between them, her Ancient Runes text spread open on the ground in front of her. “Don’t throw the apples. You promised whatever you picked to Hagrid earlier.”

Rose sighed and looked at her little basket. She doubted it would be enough for much cider, but she did promise the groundskeeper the apples. “Oh alright. Anyway, what did the tea leaves say, Mr. Divination Expert.”

“Based on the color, shape and texture of what’s left behind? You had a horrid cup of tea.”

“Thanks. Care to share anything I didn’t know?” Rose said, turning back to the apples in the branches of the tree

“I preferred it when you were calling me Doctor.”

“We knew that too,” Charley said, her tone betraying an edge of amusement. “Anyway, why are you asking him to read the tea leaves, it’s your homework.”

Rose tossed an apple petulantly into the basket against the trunk of the tree. “It’s stupid. They all mean things but there’s no way to know for sure.”

“It’s a matter of probability. Like Arithmancy, only with tea.” 

“Don’t even start with your comparison of Arithmancy and Divination. They’re in no way alike.” 

She heard the responsive gasp, and couldn’t help giggling to herself as the familiar argument started up below her. Maybe today was a wash for studying, but that was okay, she was happy to sit in her tree, fall wind gentle around her and listen to her best friends argue about their classes. They’d only had these new classes for a month, and already this was a common argument. Rose was just glad she’d not even attempted Runes or Arithmancy. Her head spun every time she saw Charley’s assignments. But that was okay. Rose knew she’d never be particularly good at Divination, or History, or probably even Transfiguration. But she still wouldn’t trade magic for anything.

[kelkat9]

for the never have i ever... soulmates? what about break their heart to save them trope?

Yep, I have indeed written soulmates.  The Anti Soul Mates - Nine/Rose AU. Explicit

Break them to save them otherwise known as Lovers to Enemies to Lovers and yes I have one of these!  The Exes - Ten/Rose AU

Thanks for asking!

Send me an ask about whether I’ve written a thing [ship, trope, dynamic, category of fandom, etc.] and if I’ve written it, I’ll link you. If I haven’t written it, I’ll tell you how I would write it if I did. 

Ask me :)

[shkspr]

7, 8, 25, and 26 for the valentine asks

do you prefer poems or love letters?

i prefer writing poems but i prefer receiving love letters. not that i’ve actually received many love letters. or poems. i’m always accepting either.

favorite fanfic trope?

i’m a big sucker for obliviousness and also mutual pining. i love when they’re just dumb idiots who can’t tell that they’re both in love with each other.

do you believe in love at first sight?

no but i believe in hot people which is the same thing really

do you believe in soulmates?

what do i look like to you, a calvinist?