Well hello, Eyebrows!

Endless fun!

Maybe I need to blow up something

Stealing the Doctor's heart

Oh Missy you're so fine

I really do need a new pair of boots, the blood just won't come out of these ones Father Christmas was as stingy as the Doctor

Time to burn down a Christmas tree! Hopefully a nice big one! wheeee!

𝐴𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘

I found a meme on how to dress like my friend @ensignsteven.bsky.social

𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚

Well now, a bonafide demon isn't something you see every day Reminds me of someone, too Funny thing, that

Yes

"What? You know we had to get through this door to get to Eyebrows; why so squeamish about a few guards? It was them or us."

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 "Hello there, young man; you look like you just toddled out of a saltine box! Are you alright?"

The Fourteenth Doctor@oldfacenewdoc.bsky.social · 2y ago

The Doctor took in a breath of air, pushing himself off the low brick wall. Today was… a Monday, he knew it was Monday. Earth, based on everything around him. When? He couldn’t really tell.

Makes things a tad exciting, doesn't it?

The Doctor (parody) 🏳️‍🌈@bigeneration.bsky.social · 2y ago

They're here. Of course. The Daleks.

Probably my last incarnation, the twonk shot me in the back!

// It's Latin, meaning essentially Victor of Time, but a victrix is good for a Time Lady

Oh, I shall surely quiver with fear

the ꭰoctoꭱ@walksineternity.bsky.social · 2y ago

i can be frightening too, if i have to be.

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑘𝑙𝑦, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘-

𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑 "Hello, dear, and what are 𝐲o𝐮 supposed to be?"

𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ? 𝐴 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛? 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛, 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑏𝑒? 𝑅𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑? 𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛? 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒? 𝑅𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑑? 𝐼𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡? 𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒? 𝐴 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙? 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛,

I need the Doctor, the one with the eyebrows

𝐴𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜. 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑘𝑒𝑦𝑠, 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛

I really do not miss Clara