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The Doctor
21 February 2010 @ 11:38 am
OI! What in Rassilon's name's this?
Current Mood: annoyedAU!11 is annoyed
The Doctor
04 January 2010 @ 01:53 am
I can has a Jack, please?
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
The Doctor
04 January 2010 @ 01:31 am
She may find herself constantly longing for it now, but companionship is one luxury she refuses to let herself indulge in.
The Doctor
03 January 2010 @ 11:43 pm
Always wanted to meet Sherlock Holmes.
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
The Doctor
02 January 2010 @ 03:02 am
Oi! Now I KNOW I'm turning into her. I just called myself a Spacewoman.
Current Mood: weirdweird
The Doctor
01 November 2009 @ 12:31 am
For a Time Lord... or Time Lady, as the case may now be for the Doctor... the concept of night and day is a bit of a complicated one.

It may be as clear as day for human beings, living their all-too-short but lucky lives on the planet Earth. It may be obvious when one is standing upon that Earth's soil, as obvious as raindrops pelting one's head during a storm.

But for a Time Lord or Lady, living on board a TARDIS floating through the time vortex, night and day can be very difficult to determine. Point blank, there is no night or day within the vortex. There is just time, and the seemingly empty space one is floating within.

For the Doctor, night is whenever she declares that she's a bit weary, when her body tells her that it's time for a little nap. And she's found that in this new form, despite the fact that at times she feels very energetic still, she does enjoy sleep a bit more than she has in the past.

But just because the Doctor enjoys sleep, doesn't mean she's able to do so every time she lies down. Sometimes, she's kept up, haunted by a sound she wishes would just go away.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.


The sound of two hearts, beating together as one.

A reminder that she's not alone, that another lives, another that she is forced never to see again, or face destroying her.

A reminder that she is alone, to deal with the weight of that reality.
The Doctor
12 August 2009 @ 01:57 pm
Think I'm overdue for a trip.
Current Mood: boredbored
The Doctor
08 August 2009 @ 02:48 am
You know what's weird? Breasts. Or, more precisely, having breasts. Something I'm not quite used to... yet. It's so... different. And they're so... bloody heavy. Never expected to have these, and they're gloriously huge. It's a bit ridiculous. Don't understand how Donna carries them around.
Current Mood: weirdweird
The Doctor
23 July 2009 @ 12:01 am
[ooc: Title is a prompt for just_prompts, other prompt is this: Trying something for the first time. Immediately follows this.]

A little stiff-legged and woodenly, the Doctor made her way into the wardrobe.

Her former body's clothes were far too tight for Donna's fuller figure. She felt as though she were suffocating. Not to say Donna was overweight, exactly. She was just beginning to realize that, perhaps, her last body truly was far too skinny.

She went about looking through the wardrobe, trying to see if she could either spot anything that might have been Donna's, or anything at all that might fit onto her new body. Something in a bright purple shade caught her eye, and she bent over, reaching for it. As she did, there was the sudden deafening sound of fabric splitting. Her eyes went wide when she realized she felt a breeze.

She shot upright in an instant, and a bit of glare took over her features. "Oi, I can hear you laughing at me in my head! Knock it off, will you, ol' girl!" Her exclamation was shot at the TARDIS herself, who was apparently quite amused at the situation. She blinked momentarily. "My word... I sound just like her." She sighed, and shook her head, before going back to look through the clothes.

Eventually, she found something that she felt suited her, and began the process of changing.

As she took off the brown coat, she paused, and she realized something.

This is Donna's body. I'm about to see Donna... naked.

Except, it wasn't just Donna's body anymore. It was hers now, too. It was a fact she was going to have to get used to, eventually.

She held her head up as she dressed, refusing to look down until she was at least partially covered. She was sure she'd be able to dress normally before long, but not this time, for sure.

After she'd finished, she made her way over to a mirror, and peered into it. A small but sad smile.

"Not bad, aye? My first time dressing a female body..." She nodded slowly, turning to the side and eying her reflection. "Not bad at all."
The Doctor
20 July 2009 @ 10:34 pm
Wellll... at least I'm finally ginger.
Current Mood: optimisticoptimistic