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PROMPT ME
Here's the deal.
1. Comment with your characters
2. Someone else replies with a prompt.
3. Write out a drabble/fic/whatever filling that prompt.
4. ??
5. PROFIT!
Here's the deal.
1. Comment with your characters
2. Someone else replies with a prompt.
3. Write out a drabble/fic/whatever filling that prompt.
4. ??
5. PROFIT!
The Doctor (Eleventh) - Doctor Who
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Well. Actually it's more like an attempted dogpiling. It's really a very terrible dogpile.
Maybe he's just saying that because he's stuck at the bottom. A scarf hangs in his face, smelling rather like onions at the moment. He hopes that's an umbrella poking him in the ribs. Naturally someone's trying to sonic their way out. Judging by the pitch of that buzzing, he'd say it's his previous self: the awkward one, the one where it hurt and it hurt a lot. The Doctor would say that eleven versions of himself would be like herding cats, but really, that's not true, because herding cats is child's play compared to trying to wrangle his past selves.
But in a way he doesn't quite mind being at the bottom of the dogpile. It's noisy, smells like onions, and he's sure that a cricket ball just fell on on his head. And then there'll be the awkward questions and explanations -- probably with loads of technobabble and trying to sort out who is where and when.
Yeah, he's missed it.
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The Doctor clung to Toothless, reminded himself he certainly didn't want to strangle the poor dragon in the process, and loosened his grip. Slowly, but surely, he was getting the hang of flying on a dragon without proper fangs. Sorry, he kept getting hung up on that. It was distracting. The dragon didn't seem to notice, wings fluttering as he rode on a particularly strong updraft and sent the two of them soaring up over the City. The Doctor leaned over one scaly shoulder -- dodged a wing beat before he got buffeted upside the head (again, something he felt he probably should've remembered better despite the regenerations) -- and shouted something at Toothless.
The dragon didn't seem to quite hear him, banking over Castle Wyvern in a wide arc and then climbing.
The Doctor tried again.
"Thank you!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. He meant it, every last breathless word.
Maybe Toothless must have heard him then, because the next thing the Doctor knew, they were going into a steep dive and he forgot all about trying to hold on. Or watching his weight shifts. Or the wing flaps...or even wondering about the bone density of a dragon without proper fangs. Clinging onto Toothless, the Doctor broke into a huge grin, hollering like a boy again as the dragon's wings snapped open again and they buzzed over what could have been the Sistine Chapel if he was paying attention.
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