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[the10thdoctor]

@talkstotwigs liked for an angsty starter

In his tiny little kitchen in his tiny little house by the water (not his favorite feature, but it’d been reasonably priced compared to some other rentals in town), Alec Hardy was making dinner for two. Not quite like that, no, no, no. Rose was.... a friend? Acquaintance? Someone he felt he had to thank for looking after him the other month after his second pacemaker surgery at any rate and this was his preferred way of doing it. Though it had been simpler to eat at the hotel’s restaurant or other takeout places when he’d been staying there, Alec did prefer his own cooking and, he had to admit, had been told that it was reasonably good by a few others in his life. So, yes. Dinner as a thanks for her help. Though he was running a bit behind.

In his tiny little living room was Rose Tyler. He’d explained that the oven was acting up and he’d need a bit longer, handed her the TV remote, and scurried back to said tiny little kitchen- not wanting to risk burning anything. Hidden away in the drawer of a side table, though, was something Alec only barely knew that he had. It’d been in his bedroom for some time, but had recently been moved out here by a half-awake, still-recovering detective inspector. He’d been having the strangest dreams (some of them much closer to nightmares) and while he never could retain many details after waking up, he had at some point decided that the fobwatch was to blame and had moved it out here. And then promptly forgot about it.

Rose. She’s here again. Oh, Rose Tyler. Find me. Please. It had been so long since the Time Lord consciousness contained in the fobwatch had had any sort of hope. It’d been years- nearly two decades- since the Doctor had hidden himself away. Of course he had no way of knowing if the threat that had forced him into this course of action had passed, but she was here. Impossibly here. He stretched and strained his consciousness, trying to reach where she sat. Out of practice with the spoken word and with no mouth to force thoughts out of one at a time, the Doctor could only hope that, should she be able to hear him, that Rose could understand him, too. Rose. I’m here. Oh Rose...

[dragounlord]

@talkstotwigs liked the starter call !

IMMORTALITY WAS NO CURE FOR CLUMSINESS — so Merlin had come to terms with already centuries ago. 

      The strange metal device slipped ungracefully from his fingers, & a loud clang was heard over the room all of a sudden. Merlin grimaced, bending down swiftly to pick it up. 

Please don’t be broken, don’t be broken, don’t be bro —

   Not that he could not use his magic to piece it back together if it happened to disassemble. To those at Torchwood, magic was hardly the most surprising stuff they’d witnessed. To Merlin, too, magic seemed much more commonplace than say, time travel.  Everything at Torchwood was surprising & new, strange & exciting. 

        ❝ Sorry about that. Always been ... er, a bit clumsy, ” he said, with something between a chuckle & a grimace. He looked over the device, which seemed to be in fine shape, even after the tumble. ❝ You’re ...❞ he paused briefly, trying to recall the right name,    ❝ Rose, right? How long have you been with Torchwood? ❞

[runsalone]

loneliernow asked:

The Doctor did a double-take and his glasses slid curiously down his nose. "Is that my shirt?"

@talkstotwigs answered:

( MEME. ) ╳ @loneliernow

         it most definitely is. the burgundy jumper’s too long for her, the hem of it hitting mid-thigh, and oversized enough that the blonde’s had to roll the sleeves up some. nevertheless…

“ — dunno. is it? i jus’ picked it up.” she asks, feigning ignorance. she’d found it in the TARDIS wardrobe, and it’d been soft and warm and had reminded her so strongly of the Time Lord’s previous incarnation that she’d taken it. and anyway, it’s not like it would’ve gotten much use otherwise, since he had a whole new sense of style now.

          Rose would have to forgive his gawking. Had it been anyone else, he might have been a bit annoyed to have them rummage through his things, but it wasn’t just anyone, it was her, and he had to admit, she made the jumper right charming. 

          “Looks-- good!” he finally worked out, last word squeaking. “Cozy.” A few quick blinks drew his gaze back into focus and he grinned. “And just what you’ll need for where we’re going next!”

[hesaunters-blog]

(ෆ ͒•∘̬• ͒)◞ ♥♥♥ yes hi hello i know we don't really write together but this little emoji person thing is gonna send a few hearts coming your way anyway because it's lovely to see you on my dash and i am LIVING for all the crowley content and also you?? write so well??? you get his voice and mannerisms etc down and i'm pleased we're mutuals that's all

i’m making this a mutual appreciation meme bc i can do that     //     accepting

oh gosh thank you so much  !!  

honestly i was super happy when you followed, i love rose so much  &  i’m currently Right in the deep end of a doctor who resurgence  (  which i entirely blame david tennant for  )  so Perfect Timing

i have an age-old starter from you in my drafts which i have most certainly not forgotten about  (  i’m just a snail i’m so sorry  )  and i remember quite genuinely laughing out loud when she opened with “are you my uber?” like. crowley may not appreciate it but i absolutely do

your portrayal is wonderful, i always read your writing when i come across it on the dash  &  rose’s voice is so clear in your dialogue  —  i love your phrasing  &  descriptions and you seem like such a lovely person ooc too, i v much look forward to writing with you once i manage to kick myself into gear ldfjldkfj

[abouttiimeadjacent]

      ❝ There! Up there! Ah, that-- that's weird, huh? What d'you think it is? A runaway balloon or-- or a kite or-- ah, waitaminute--❞

@talkstotwigs

[frvckles]

‘ people just act like none of it happened. it’s like they forget. ever since i was a kid there’s been spaceships, ghosts, planets in the sky, all of that stuff. its like they just forget all about it. ’ he shakes his head, frustrated by the people around him, but he looks up at the blonde woman. ‘ but not you, you’ve seen it, i can tell. ’

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[ciaosucker-a]

“   i'm a bit chaotic ,    in which i don't have ad block on my computer and if i have to use someone elses' computer, i always disable it.   ”       // @talkstotwigs

[intergalacticstarlight]

[ CLOSED with @talkstotwigs - Cont. From X. ]

            the Doctor scoffs the moment Rose tells him he couldn't possibly let her down. she doesn't need to say the rest of it, the conviction in her voice enough to say it for her, but he can't help the sound that escapes, the wince that knits his eyebrows together temporarily, nor the burst of annoyance that burns through his chest and makes his jaw clench tightly. it isn't her fault she thinks so- she doesn't know him from adam, as the humans would say. sure, she knows he's the last of his kind. she knows he's a Time Lord and that there was a great War that left him the lonely god, the sole survivor. she only guesses at the trauma though, at the dark look in his eyes that transforms them from pale blue to a deeper cerulean.

            she knows the implications of what he's been through but not the truth, and it isn't her fault. he's silent, on purpose, as a form of self preservation.

            he wants to correct her. to tell her that he could let her down if he wanted to, or even if he didn't want to, and that it would take precious little time to do so. he wants to tell her that he's the reason the Time Lords are dead, the reason he has no people, no planet. he wants to tell her about the bloodstains on his hands, the nightmares, the deep fissure-like scar running right through the hearts of him comprised of trauma and fear. he wants to tell her he isn't a good man. he wants to tell her he can't be trusted... but he doesn't. he's not sure he ever can.

            when she sits down beside him on the jumpseat he shifts without thought, allowing her more room yet somehow bringing him just a bit closer. her scent carries, a mixture of floral and confectionery that makes the conversation burn a bit less. it chases clouds away, the light she projects. he even grins like an idiot when she bumps their shoulders together, and against his better judgement he looks right at her. he meets her eye, something he'd been avoiding before, and he knows what he feels isn't as concealed as he'd like it to be.

            maybe that would be enough, for now- letting her see it reflected in his eyes, as he couldn't very well speak it from his lips.

            his smile widens and he manages a short chuckle when she speaks again, and it's his turn to bump their shoulders together lightly. all the words he wants to say, or should say rather, turn to ash in that moment and though they leave a sour taste on his tongue, he speaks anyway. "that's an understatement. stubborn as a morok who thinks 'e's got a score t'settle, you are." that was hardly a fair comparison, but Rose hadn't met the moroks, so it'd work for now. the leather of his jacket crinkles as he lifts his hand to capture hers inside of it, palm against palm, fingers lacing together. "i trust you, too, Rose Tyler." it isn't a lie, and it makes the fact that he can't simply tell her everything even more acidic in the back of his throat.

            he takes a deep breath, and on its' release he leaves the banter behind.

            "you were fantastic back there. f'you 'adn't wandered off, we'd of never known what they were plannin'. you saved all those people, Rose. thank you." his voice is softer than normal, genuine, and tinted with praise. it's true, after all. if Rose hadn't been so stubborn, they'd likely both be dead by now, alongside the entire planet they'd just visited. how is it she always seemed to save his life? he’d have to check the timelines again, see if there weren’t any hidden clues in there.

[the10thdoctor]

@talkstotwigs [continued from here]

“Mhm,” the Doctor nods, not yet letting go of Rose. “Still tired but... better.” Frustration after frustration seemed to be happening lately, and most of them were with himself. He would’ve thought that in the time that’s elapsed since he’d arrived on Pete’s World that he’d manage some sort of... well, if not mastery than at least some level of competence in a normal day-to-day life. There’s been some progress, of course, but setbacks are bound to happen. He’s just grateful to have Rose by his side.

“You’ve got the patience of the Sisterhood of Karn, you know that?”

[greatliie-blog]

@talkstotwigs sc

“This is Asgard-- not some tourist trap. I thought I had told your Doctor friend he was no longer welcome.” He wondered what face that Time Lord was wearing now-- it appeared his taste in accompaniment hadn’t changed at all. This one was fair as the others he touted around-- Loki had been particularly fond of the one in the kilt ages ago.

“Yes-- I am Loki, Prince of Asgard. You may kneel if you wish.”

[fryordie]

@talkstotwigs | starter call

Soft chords and scattered snatchings of conversation fill the air with the sort of ambience befitting of a public house. A frequent customer of such places, be they nestled in the heart of a rain-swept, sprawling city or tucked away in the remotest, snow covered reaches in a realm home to giants, the Odinson was content to weather all conditions without complaint, in exchange for the promise of a full tankard of mead, striking up conversation wherever he went.

On this occasion, his latest quest for a drink saw him tour familiar pastures, stopping by a tavern he believed to be popular with the local mortals that lived nearby. Thankfully, at the hour of his visit, the building was scarcely occupied, allowing the blond thunderer to take up a seat by the bar and make his request, though with some confusion on the barkeeper’s part. 

Content to sit and stay a while, the Odinson had let the hourly clock complete a few rotations of his minute hand before he thought to rouse himself and move on, belly sufficiently filled with a... lacklustre vintage of beer he had not asked for the name of, when it escaped him to pay attention to his surroundings, which resulted in a collision of sorts. Realising that as he rose to stand, he’d manage to bump against what he thought to be a fellow patron, Odinson immediately spun on heel, which was no small feat for a man of his statue, letting a gush of apologies flow forth from his mouth;

“Ah! Pardon me, kind stranger! I did not mean to collide with you.” Which was his polite way of seeking forgiveness for not having bowled her over with his careless turn in degrees. This blunder would serve to remind him to pay better attention to his surroundings. Still, perhaps whether due to the amount of alcohol in his system -- it was -- or rather he was simply feeling generous, the blond immediately made a show of clearing space, then used both arms to gesture to the stool he had previously vacated. 

“Should you need to settle thyself, do allow me to offer you my seat.”

[cxptained-archived]

“ can i have a hug? ”

@talkstotwigs | hug starters

                       “For my BEST GIRL?” Jack turns from where he’s working on something by the console for the Doctor. He sets down the screw driver and gets to his feet, brushing down the dust from his jacket. “Of course you can, Rose Tyler.” He says with a smile.

Arms open wide to take the blonde in, pulling her close to her chest. Resting his chin on the top of Rose’s head he glances down to her. “Are you okay?” Jack asks gently, an eyebrow raised as he waits for an answer.

[andprejudice]

                  at first sight of the figure in the distance, he presumed he’d stumbled upon a gardner, at work in the grounds. but, upon drawing closer, he realized his assumption could not be further from the truth. instead of the familiar face he’d anticipated, it was a stranger. a young woman -- and bizarrely dressed. his brow furrowed and his pace quickened towards her. either she was lost or she had intentions that could only be unwelcome.    “  excuse me!  ”    he called out once within earshot.    “  may i be of assistance, ma’am?  ”    despite polite words, there was suspicion in his voice.    //   @talkstotwigs ♥︎’d

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       gosh okay so I’ve always loved your rose and, over the years, I’ve always gotten so excited whenever we’ve written together and whenever you’ve crossed my dash. rose tyler is one of those formative characters for me; I’ve always loved her and probably always will, and I just love the way you capture all of her personality traits and quirks and make her so much fun to interact with, too. she’s bubbly, she’s brave, she has plenty of spunk and, combined with the flawless way in which you nail her voice both in her dialogue and in your narration ( and writing her ‘inner voice’), she practically leaps out of the page. it’s such an absolute treat to have you on my dash okay friend

[alwxysxthere]

cont from (x)

[ ROSE ]

“y’… said. didn’t you?” 

          at least, she thinks he did. it’d been a little while ago, and if she’s being totally honest, Rose sometimes doesn’t listen as well as she should. to give her some credit, she does try, but when the Time Lord’s droning on about something technical while she’s still half-asleep and barely functioning? it’s easy enough for her thoughts to wander away from the ( pretty much one-sided ) conversation, and as such, her memory of what he has or hasn’t told her might be a bit… patchy.

    “in my defence, y’know never t’ talk t’ me before I’ve had my morning cuppa.”

“ WELL “

                 ( THE Doctor begins, he sounds excited,                   perhaps it was an after effect of him being around her )

( ANOTHER THING, might be that he had slept the night before, he was rested and bouncy )

                                                “ I didn’t SAY exactly that, i actually didn’t say that at all, but that                                                                                                           is WAY besides the point ! “

( HE didn’t care for coffee, however that did not meant he could not try and be extra nice to Rose today )                    ( HE ATTEMPTS to calm down for a moment )

“ we can always keep chatting over coffee ? “

                                                                SPACE COFFEE, PERHAPS

( HE KNOWS the conversation could get one sided,  but rose could entertain herself over coffee )

[imjustanauthor]

@talkstotwigs  continued from [x]

                       —– Rose Tyler’s envious.

alright, she’ll admit that it’s her own fault for being late in the first place, leaving herself no time to grab herself a meal deal before her train had been due to leave. or a magazine, or sweets, or any form of entertainment for the hour-long train journey ahead of her. that’s all on her, so it’s no use complaining. even so, being sat with John isn’t helping - he’d come prepared, and Rose watches surreptitiously as he tucks into his sandwich.

yeah, she can’t handle this. casual as can be, she strikes. “ — so.” maintaining conversation all the while to keep John occupied, a hand creeps across the table between them, making for the open bag of crisps. he can share, can’t he? “what’re ya meant t’ do at this event, again? read some chapters out? sign books?”

John always had sweets on him. Always. The sandwich and crisps, they were just a bonus - an impulsive buy that had happened while he was waiting in the train station. He had a couple of bottles of fizzy drinks in his bag too.

“Promoting my new book. It comes out in a month, you know. Gotta announce it today,” John replied, mouth full of a bite of his sandwich as he spoke. His eyes carefully watched Rose’s hand as she grabbed some of his crisps. Wow. Rude. Didn’t she have her own food?

Oh, wait. No, she didn’t. Best to offer her some of his own, right?

“You want some of this?” He then asked, holding his half-eaten sandwich out to her. “It’s tuna.”