#smokedanced ( tenth doctor )

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@smokedanced asked: ❛ how does this feel? ❜ / ten for shep!martha???

Having the Doctor in her head, alongside two timelines worth of her own life, and the chaos of the message burned into her brain by the prothean beacon, is a bit overwhelming, to say the least. In no small part due to the unhelpful thought of how similar this is to that moment of experimentation when she was a young private fresh off the boat on shore leave and a pretty young asari asked her if she wanted to 'embrace eternity'.

She's nearly panicked as she tries to keep that thought from the Time Lord in mind, heat cresting on her cheeks in a flush of embarrassment as she tries to find something else to think about as her memories are carefully rearranged here and there to take the brunt off the strain the beacon data has caused. The fact that she's all too aware of just how close the Doctor is standing to her, the cool feel of his fingers resting gently on her temples as he works on making sense of everything going on in her head…

She remembers all too well what it was like to be in love with him… Especially as, no matter what she may have claimed back in the twenty-first century, she never had truly stopped being in love with him. Yes, she had moved on, or at least tried to, but… Even before ending up here, now, things hadn't gone smoothly in that. Especially when she found that alien device that rewrote her timeline to put her here instead.

Dark brown eyes blink at him at his question, her cheeks warming even further at the intense, questioning look he's giving her. Shit, did he hear all that? His fingers are still on her temples, and she is still aware of his presence in her mind, and is it just her imagination or is he standing even closer now than he was before?

"I, uh," she starts, stumbling over her words as she tries to figure out a way to answer him. Maybe he didn't notice… Maybe she can pretend everything is perfectly normal - or as normal as things can be when the Doctor's found her in the far future with her entire timeline rewritten and aboard a human stealth warship chasing after a rogue turian Spectre hell-bent on destroying the galaxy, at any rate. "Yeah. Better? I think? I don't feel like there's all that slideshow of horror flashing behind my eyes constantly now, at least."

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@smokedanced​​  :   supernatural, if sb already asked, then, i, i don't know what all you watch, uh, do you watch doctor who? Oop, just saw this! Supernatural here. I don’t watch DW but watch me answer this anyway!

Favorite character - Uh. I’ve been told I’d love Amy Pond and I was previously fond of Rose Tyler because of RP. Does David Tennant count as a character? Not the Tenth Doctor, Tennant himself. Second favorite character - Uh. Probably River Song? She seems bad ass. Least favorite character - Ninth Doctor. Only one I saw and he really rubbed me the wrong fucking way. The character I’m most like - Gonna say...Rose Tyler, cause that’s what this quiz says. I am, and I quote, “Sweet and compassionate, you are able to adapt well to almost any situation. You’ve always got the biggest heart in the room and you never rush to judge others for their actions. You’re also willing to admit when you’re wrong, which isn’t so easy for most people. On the other hand, you’re not so great at sharing your true feelings with others, and you tend to get jealous easily.” Favorite pairing - Ten and Rose. I’ve seen the gifs, they seem sweet together! Least favorite pairing - Nine and anyone, because again, fuck Nine. Favorite moment - Peter Capaldi getting cast as Twelve. I hear he was difficult to like, but knowing the outside stuff about him (especially what a big fan he had been for all those years!) made it hard to root against him. Rating out of 10 - 6-7. Seminal science-fiction that changed the face of both the genre specifically and fandom more generally. Not a fan but an appreciate it’s broad impact and revival of the genre as a whole.

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@ampersandmuses​ said: 💙 and 🌟

Questions for the mun! / ACCEPTING ↷

🌟 - Who was your very first rp muse? i’ve rp’d off tumblr for so long i can’t remember who was the very first in private (probably someone from an old rpf fandom tbh), but my very first rp blog on this site was iris hunt, a doctor who oc, who i wrote in 2013! i recently added her to my multi too, and it’s strange. it’s been seven years! there’s a whole story here - she was the result of me messaging a tenth doctor roleplayer on my personal tumblr to ask if she wanted to write something, i had the idea for iris, we developed her background story a little together, and pretty much no one else was interested in interacting with her than that one ten-mun. she basically was manipulated into believing she was being trained to assassinate the doctor, and there’s this whole organization we came up with, from the remnants of canon torchwood one. anyway her url used to be irishuntsthestars and i was really proud of that. she’s at @smokedanced​ now!

💙 - Are there any muses you’ve been considering trying out? did you mean: always! omfg. honestly, very often when i consume fiction these days, i consider adding muses. most seriously, lately, i’ve played with the idea of rowena macleod (but i wonder if i have the energy to write her voice), lady morgana from merlin (my husband made me watch it and we’re on season three now, i don’t think it’s going to be a thing but i did consider her quite seriously), sun kwon and juliet burke from lost (mayyyyybe), greer castleroy from reign (also maybe) and harley yoshi milano from the book harley in the sky by akemi dawn bowman (honestly probably will add). i’ve on and off considered sam winchester but man, i don’t have the voice for him. meh.

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@smokedanced asked: i'm not ready to let go of you. +reverse / martha and ten? mass effect

"Joker, we've got to go," Martha pleas with her stubborn pilot, her hand resting on his shoulder in reassurance. They've both done everything they can - she has to trust that the rest of her officers - her friends - got the rest of the surviving crew into the escape pods and away from the wreckage that was, until just minutes ago, their home. If Joker hadn't been so bloody stubborn, she doubts they'd have had time to get as many out alive as they had, but now...

Now, time was running out and the two of them were the last to leave. There was no way she was abandoning Joker, no matter how stubborn the man may be - no one gets left behind, and she shifts her grip on him to start tugging him insistently from his chair. "The Normandy's lost. You've done everything you can. I can't lose you too."

"Yeah," Joker sighs wearily, starting to help push himself from his chair. "Yeah, alright. Shit!" Without thought, his hands fly back to the control, trying to squeeze even a few more seconds of burn out of the sputtering engines. "They're coming around for another attack!"

Unable to wait any longer, Martha hauls him to his feet, wincing when she feels the crack of his brittle bones under her hands even as she half-drags, half-carries him to the escape pod, all but shoving him in just as another blast from the enemy ship causes her magboots to loose their connection to the deck plating.

Without gravity, she floats back further from the pod, and unable to reach anything to propel her towards it... As she reaches the emergency launch buttons on the bulkhead, she punches the button, closing her eyes against the sight of Joker finally righting himself, just in time for the pod door to shut and eject the pod away from the remains of the ship at the same time the destructive beam from the enemy ship tears through the space she'd occupied just moments before.

As the ship continues to fall to pieces around her, Martha finds herself floating in free space, a chill settling over her as she knows... the Doctor had had to run to her cabin where they'd stored the TARDIS to ensure its safety within the Normandy. The crew deck had been hit just as hard as the CIC, and she had no way of knowing if he'd made it in time, only...

Something was wrong... Very wrong... as her hands fly up to the hoses at the back of her helmet, dark eyes widening in horror as she realises... her air is leaking from her suit, the VI alerting her of rapidly failing life support systems.

She can't even bring herself to scream, tears falling silently as dawning horror takes hold when the weightlessness seems to fade away even as her consciousness starts to fade with the lack of air. She's falling... caught in the gravitational pull of the planet below...

Only to suddenly find herself landing much sooner than expected, with a far less traumatic impact as she feels hands frantically unlatching her helmet, blinking at the suddenly too bright light of the TARDIS console room.

Frantic hands clutch at the Doctor's coat, pulling herself flush against him, desperate to get away from the still open doors, a choked sob escaping her as the shock of the attack hits her all at once, knowing she's safer in the TARDIS than she ever has been on any other ship in the galaxy, yet not being able to fully come to terms with what she'd just experienced.

It's several minutes before anything the Doctor says even begins to filter through her panic - something about getting her to the medbay - but even then she just shakes her head, clinging to him tighter as she hides her face against his shoulder, her voice barely a quiet whimper as she manages, "I'm not ready to let go of you. Not yet."

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Her small, somewhat strained smile belies the sudden wave of weary dread as she thinks to herself, 'Blimey, another one?!' even as she shakes his hand.

"You too, Doctor," she offers politely, though there's a slight twitch to her expression with her exasperation. It's not as though she's not used to people knowing who she is - between her family's military history and her grandfather's involvement in the Relay 314 Incident when he and a turian soldier kept each other alive while trapped in a bad situation, only to manage to free themselves on the day that the cease fire was announced, and her own accomplishments within her career, though much of the details of such were often considered classified - but she's never been particularly comfortable with having 'fans'. Particularly with her mother's reaction to such, using those same fans against her as a reason to resign from the Alliance - as if they'd let her go so easily, with her being biotic...

Her brow furrows as she struggles to figure out how to handle this fan. At least his approach is different than Verner's, but as she eyes him, she's not yet sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Taking her hand back, she bites back a sigh as she asks, "Is there something I can do for you? I'm afraid this isn't a leisure leave - I'm currently on a mission."

@smokedanced asked: ❝Sorry, but I’m not who you think I am.❞ + reverse / donna & ten, ME!verse?

With her fiery red hair, and even more fiery personality, Donna is more than used to being recognised, even by the various other species on the Citadel as news of the attack on Eden Prime spread. She's already encountered a handful of people calling out for her attention with shouts of 'Major Noble!' as she tracks down leads in search of evidence against Saren.

But to hear someone call out to her with an overtly familiar 'Donna! Donna Noble!!' certainly brings her up short. The encounter with the tall, thin stick of a man quickly jumps near to the top of the list of weird things that have happened to her in the last 24 hours, just under the… everything on Eden Prime.

"Oy, mate. Sorry, but I'm not who you think I am," she offers, her brow furrowing as she looks up at the strange man, for a moment wondering if perhaps she had been wrong in sending her squad in search of more of the keepers to scan while she wraps up in the market after her strange encounter with her 'fan', Conrad Verner. "I don't know you from Adam."

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@smokedanced asked: send me ‘ not just a scratch ‘ for your muse to catch mine trying to patch up a wound in secret… / ten for martha?

💌 not just a scratch [ meme - accepting ]

While medigel could do absolute wonders compared to 21st century medical advancements, Martha knows that it's not quite enough on its own for bullet wound that, by the feel of things, has also cracked one of her ribs when it punched through her weakened shields and biotic barrier.

She hadn't expected any more resistance on this previously uncharted world, which is why she had came down alone in the Mako to survey some of the mineral deposits she had neglected to claim while taking out the merc base. Now, she was paying for it as she sits in the open hatch of the armoured tank, her damaged chest plate set on the rear bench while she carefully examines the damage through the rip in her underarmour.

Of course, none of that quite prepares her for the sudden familiar grinding groans of the TARDIS materialising nearby, a sound so unexpected and startling that she manages to drop the medkit as she scrambles back further into the Mako at first, her instincts honed to prepare for a potential threat now more than realising just who exactly that sound normally would indicate being present.

It's only when the doors to the TARDIS open to reveal the all-too-familiar face of the Doctor that she does think to panic just a bit, realising in her current state, as she's still bleeding from the gunshot wound that grazed her ribcage, now is probably the worst time for an unexpected reunion, given the circumstances of her mere existence in the 22nd century.

Unfortunately, all the hurried movement has also led to her lightheadedness worsening as she bites back a groan, carefully reaching for the medkit once more to try to staunch the bleeding before the Doctor takes notice of her. But by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching over the dry, dusty terrain, it's too much to hope for.

Twisting herself to turn the injury away from the opening, she does her best to hide just how bad it is even as she continues working on patching herself up, only glancing in his direction whenever she has to look away from her task to dig out a small pack of medigel to smear over the wound to hold herself together long enough to get to the Normandy's medbay.

"I'll admit, I didn't expect to see you again after all this," she starts as she glances back at him while trying to cover the wound, knowing even her armour's chest piece won't be enough to hide it from him. "Unless I'm hallucinating beyond those damn visions after that pseudo-psychic pulse from the beacon. Would be my luck, alone on some alien planet, hallucinating that you've showed up just days after my childhood dreams suddenly seem too real and more like actual memories…"

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@smokedanced​ asked: “I am so sorry for hurting you.” / ten for martha

If she were being honest, she hadn’t thought she would ever see the Doctor again after the last time. If she were really being honest, she had always hoped she would. Just... maybe not with a conversation like this.

“You should be,” she starts, that old frustrated jealousy rearing its head with his words. She knows that, while she did hold a place in his hearts all her own, it was never going to be like that which he had held for Rose while Martha had travelled with him.

“That... you don’t deserve that,” she sighs, reaching out to rest a hand against his arm. “I might have moved on from you, Doctor, but I still love you, and I always will. I’m just not in love with you, like I was.”

Though that love for him had kept her going through the Year That Never Was as she walked the whole of the Earth, spreading stories about the Doctor. 

But she knows - or she’s learned, at least, especially after talking to Jack - that loving the Doctor is something that never really leaves you. Yes, she loved him. And maybe, yes, deep down, she is still in love with him.

Not that she’s about to tell him that.

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@smokedanced asked: ❝Sorry, but I’m not who you think I am.❞ + reverse / donna & ten, ME!verse?

With her fiery red hair, and even more fiery personality, Donna is more than used to being recognised, even by the various other species on the Citadel as news of the attack on Eden Prime spread. She's already encountered a handful of people calling out for her attention with shouts of 'Major Noble!' as she tracks down leads in search of evidence against Saren.

But to hear someone call out to her with an overtly familiar 'Donna! Donna Noble!!' certainly brings her up short. The encounter with the tall, thin stick of a man quickly jumps near to the top of the list of weird things that have happened to her in the last 24 hours, just under the… everything on Eden Prime.

"Oy, mate. Sorry, but I'm not who you think I am," she offers, her brow furrowing as she looks up at the strange man, for a moment wondering if perhaps she had been wrong in sending her squad in search of more of the keepers to scan while she wraps up in the market after her strange encounter with her 'fan', Conrad Verner. "I don't know you from Adam."

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Shaking her head, she offers him a small smile at his stammering, giving his arm a light squeeze before letting go. Though it's probably his desire to know what's happened since she last saw him that catches her off guard the most, her smile strained and quickly fading at the thought.

"I, ah… left UNIT, a few months after the whole Osterhagen Key incident," she starts, a bit uncertain of what he might already know and what he doesn't. "Helped Jack a few times - he's still asking me to come work for him at Torchwood, of course. He's one of the few that know I faked my own death, then went freelance. Which you saw when you save me and Micky from that Sontaran. Thanks for that, by the way."

Though, the thought of Micky is… complicated, to say the least. Especially now, looking at the Doctor, and then it hits her… It's been a few years…

Bollocks. It's not as though she's unaware of the situation regarding Donna - it had come up in some of her last work with UNIT, and of course Jack was keeping an eye on her, too. But if he's alone now, and it's been years…

Donna Noble…

"She's doing well, you know," she offers gently, resting her hand on his arm once more. "I was her attending physician when UNIT stepped in after you left… Wilf explained everything to me, and I kept the interrogators at bay and just gave her a physical to make sure she was fine. Jack keeps an eye on her, making sure no one else bothers her."

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@smokedanced· asked: “I am so sorry for hurting you.” / ten for martha

If she were being honest, she hadn’t thought she would ever see the Doctor again after the last time. If she were really being honest, she had always hoped she would. Just… maybe not with a conversation like this.

“You should be,” she starts, that old frustrated jealousy rearing its head with his words. She knows that, while she did hold a place in his hearts all her own, it was never going to be like that which he had held for Rose while Martha had travelled with him.

“That… you don’t deserve that,” she sighs, reaching out to rest a hand against his arm. “I might have moved on from you, Doctor, but I still love you, and I always will. I’m just not in love with you, like I was.”

Though that love for him had kept her going through the Year That Never Was as she walked the whole of the Earth, spreading stories about the Doctor. 

But she knows - or she’s learned, at least, especially after talking to Jack - that loving the Doctor is something that never really leaves you. Yes, she loved him. And maybe, yes, deep down, she is still in love with him.

Not that she’s about to tell him that.

               No, but he does deserve it. The you should be is easier to hear than… than  forgiveness,  of any kind. The Doctor knows what to do with guilt. It’s much harder to handle compassion. But he’s trying to set things right & own up to his mistakes  —  he shouldn’t be selfish with it. & scary as it is, at least Martha knows him well enough to not be surprised by his… his  brokenness.

               The Doctor glances at her, sat down by her side, a warmth sparkling through the cloud of guilt in his eyes, offers her a smile.    ❝Yes, well. That’s good. Not, not because, not that you aren’t,❞    he backtracks, not wanting to sound as if he’s glad for his own sake, stammering,    ❝I’m, I’m just saying, good for you.❞    The closer they get to him, the more they tend to get hurt. & it warms his hearts, it does, tremendously so, to hear her express her love towards him. He wants to say it back  —  of course he loves her, how could he not? But he’s far from having been even able to say such things to someone he was in love with; though maybe it’d come easier for a friend. Still…

               He feels like he might choke on the gravity of the words, if he were to try.

               A hand to comb through his through hair. Fingers lingering, rubbing the back of his neck. There are so many things the Doctor wishes for, so many things he knows better than to want. Yes, OK, of course, of course there’s the nagging desire to just ask her to  come with him,  to have someone… someone he doesn’t need to hide his age, his pain, from. He’s lost everything.    ❝How… ahh, how have things… Y’know, want to fill me in? It’s been a few years, I suppose.❞    A few lonesome years, after he lost Donna. But the solitude… he’s learned his lesson on what it does to him.